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Dominion Dream Sweet in Sea Major | GA Dominion of Eufornis & J't'p'tan

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    "With each passing day, we seem to find more smiles on the faces of our people. Only a few years ago I could have never imagined this as a reality. Some might declare it a miracle, but I think that detracts from our hard work and effort. We've done this ourselves -- all of us. And I would say we've done a damn good job so far, wouldn't you?"​

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    Eufornis Major was a mostly unimportant ecumenopolis right on the edge of the Core Worlds region of the galaxy. Often, it was even mistaken for the Outer Rim colony of Eufornis Minor; such was its obscurity. Despite its planet-wide city, it did not prosper as its cousins, such as Coruscant and Metellos, have, but with the greater galaxy's ignorance of its existence came peace. While most of the Core had been horribly ravaged and destroyed, Eufornis, tranquil and serene, danced around its parent sun without any threats to worry its graceful soul.

    The Eufornians have enjoyed their stagnant peace for many decades, but now the galaxy comes knocking at their doorsteps. The Galactic Alliance steps into the picture, extending its economic and military support to the people of Eufornis in exchange for their membership in this federation of worlds. With little to lose and much to gain, Aria Annix, Eufornis' Monarch, has accepted the GA's offer and initiated the lengthy process of integration.

    New opportunities present themselves for the people of Eufornis, and for the noble spirits of the Galactic Alliance. The city-world of Eufornis is vast, split into various districts, from residential, to industrial, and recreational, many things can happen in a city that spans a whole world.

    Preparations for planet-wide festivities are underway on Eufornis. Monarch Annix has called for the day of Eufornis' integration into the Galactic Alliance's federation to be known a great holiday and plans to hold celebrations when the process has concluded.



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    Eufornis Objective 1: Funding Freedom's Future

    To that end, while the celebrations proper are still many days out, she has organized a fundraiser for the planned day of celebration and extended invitations to all manner of dignitaries and political representatives of the Galactic Alliance, eagre to make her new friends' acquaintance.

    The fundraiser is held in Annix' in the northernmost district of the ecumenopolis, one of wealth and nobility, affectionately named 'little Coruscant' by the locals, at the heart of which lies the grand sky palace. The Monarch has spared few expenses in her preparations, hoping to impress her guests with her peoples' culture and hospitality, with both local as well as Alliance delicacies, music, and art on display.

    Senators and representatives of the Galactic Alliance alike, enjoy the evening celebrations of the fundraiser. Take a break from galactic politics while supporting good causes!



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    Eufornis Objective 2: Pyke Peril Problemsolving

    Though Eufornis was spared the Sith's cruel tyranny, it is far from a perfect world. The long arm of the Pykes has settled its corrupting fingers on the system, bringing to it many black-market operations and illegal enterprises. Though crime is far from rampant, the spice market threatens to take control of the planet's underworld unless it is excised early. With the help of the Galactic Alliance, the power to stop the Pykes is finally in the hands of Eufornis' police.

    The local police have tipped off the Alliance to a significant shipment of spice that's due to arrive before the planet's formal integration into the GA. They have identified a few major ring leaders among the spice runners on Eufornis, one of whom will be on scene at the South-Riadan Space Port when the shipment is due to arrive. Jom Hu, the Pyke's 'representative' on Eufornis will be overseeing the hand-over directly, he's a notorious spice trader and has been on the run from Alliance Marshals for quite a while now.

    Take him in and confiscate any contraband found. The Pyke's reign of spice in the Core Worlds will come to an end, one step at a time.



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    Bring Your Own Objective

    City planets are big and full of things to do. Whether you have a personal story or a sudden flash of brilliance, feel free to use Eufornis as an urban background to whatever story your heart desires!
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    "Worse yet; what if there is no explanation?"​

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    As more systems join the Alliance across the Farlax sector, J't'p'tan becomes a pivotal world in their expansion efforts beyond the Core. Strategists of the GADF agreed that the Alliance would have to investigate and secure J't'p'tan due to its proximity to important hyperlanes such as the Metellos Trade Route that would become vital as their expansion drove them beyond the Core Worlds.

    An even more remote planet than Eufornis, J't'p'tan was once the refuge of two cultures that lived together in harmony. The H'kig, a splinter group of an obscure religious sect, and the Fallanassi, masters of Force apparitions, once occupied the world. However, official records haven't made mention of J't'p'tan since the collapse of the First Galactic Empire. The Galactic Alliance faces an expedition into space that has been uncharted for nearly a millennium to ensure the safety of its future operations.

    The expedition was already complicated during the journey to the world itself. Pervasive ion storms forced the expeditionary fleet's progress to come to a crawl as they laboriously charted safe routes to the planet's surface. And when the Alliance finally made landfall, a blizzard reduced visibility to zero. Communications between the away team and their cruiser became difficult at best, but the hardy souls sent to J't'p'tan have braved harsher conditions.

    The Horizon's scans revealed some clusters of irregular formations on J't'p'tan's surface. Three away teams have been dispatched to these locations, instructed to ascertain the status of what might be pirate hideouts, or perhaps simply a geological research paper in waiting.



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    J't'p'tan Objective 1: Team Aurek or Descartes' Descent into Doubt

    Scans of the northern hemisphere revealed some form of stone formation too precisely structured to be a natural occurrence. The research team advises caution here, they predict the site to have once belonged to a sentient civilization, but the blizzard’s interference was too strong to determine the presence of life forms.

    The first away team, Aurek, has been sent to this location. They find themselves on the night-half of the world. A few clicks out from their destination, the shuttles suffers a malfunction and is forced to make an emergency landing. When it’s inspected, the shuttle shows no outward signs of damage but continues to refuse to function properly. Curiously, it has set down at the edge of what appears to be a deserted temple city that was previously missed by the Horizon’s scans. What’s worse, the blizzard is intensifying and with it the harsh conditions that bear down on the away team. Something about the storm isn’t quite right, either. Things seem to appear and disappear when just out of sight, and the temperature is far below anything that would scientifically be possible in a climate this temperate.

    Explore the these ruins and survive the deadly storm, will your survival gear keep you alive? Were those eyes you just saw in that doorway? Did that tree just whisper your doom?! What’s going on here?!?



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    J't'p'tan Objective 2: Team Besh or Blizzard Bounty Business

    Unbeknownst to the Galactic Alliance, a mole has leaked information pertaining to this expedition to the galactic underworld, specifically, the Bounty Hunter's Guild.

    They've been given an alternative route through the storms, one that avoids the main Alliance fleet and allows for a covert entry. The location of Team Besh’s basecamp has been relayed to the hunters, along with information about high priority bounties that are present. Under cover of the planetary blizzard, with communication spotty at best, this presents a most lucrative opportunity for the hunters of the guild.

    Team Besh was sent to investigate a small anomaly in the southern hemisphere, conditions were too hostile to make the entire way via shuttle. They are forced to trek several clicks through a sparse forest with little to no visibility in the snowstorm to reach their destination. Blind and deaf, the team is at a disadvantage, thinking themselves alone on their mission. Ideal prey for a savvy hunter.



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    Bring Your Own Objective

    J't'p'tan is an obscure system off the beaten path of the most commonly travelled hyperlanes. It was once the home of a religious cult and a Fallanassi enclave, feel free to explore any and all stories whether personal or grander in scope with a spooky magic blizzard or without one as your backdrop!


 
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Hypatia Arresh

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Cities, places like Eufornis Major where the entire planet was a gigantic, duracrete jungle. It was easy for someone to get lost, for people to pretend they were someone else. To get away from their problems, and lay low, Hypatia disembarked her ship known as the Mynock's Claw and rustled the tracking fob from the pouch on her belt. The tracker bleeped louder than it had before she entered the system. She looked to her right at the man who stared at her. Quietly, she slipped the tracking fob back into its pouch and patted herself down for the appropriate currency. "These still good here?"
"Yeah."
Her voice, distorted by the modular built into her helmet, Hypatia tossed the man a few bars. "We Good?"
"Yeah, yeah, we're good."
Hypatia pressed forward and made haste toward the hangar's exit. The man she was after defrauded a few planets in the Outer Rim, they were none too happy with him and so it would be her job to bring him in. How he was brought in, well, that would be up to him. Her armor looked worse for wear but still did the job. Scorch marks and scratches the usual indicators of her kind of work, bounty hunting. It was all the Mandalorians were good for these days, especially for one without a clan. She had been there when the Sith arrived, she watched them burn her home, again and again.
She watched them enslave her people, and she remembered being taken.​
When she escaped she made a vow that one day she would return, but until then...​
The sound of the tracking fob in her hand grew louder.​
Until then she promised to never reveal her identity, not to anyone. The helmet - doesn't come off, a crowded lift was ahead of her and so she made her way toward it. She shoved the fob back into its pouch and the once crowded lift was suddenly empty. She turned to face the doors as they closed, reflected in the T-shaped visor of her helmet the lights of the starport. The lift ascended toward the top where a droid had been busy loading patrons in and out speeders.​
Hypatia handed him a credit chit and left without a word. She took a speeder for herself and faded from view, blending into Eurfornis Major's congested traffic lanes.​
 
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ASV "Liberator" // Ten Forward Bar // Liberator Class Star Defender // Core Regions // High Orbit // Eufornis
"Admiral, how you feelin'?" The deep voice of Commander Hawk almost made Zahara fall of his stool. The Marine Commander was a new addition to his command staff, assigned by Alliance High Command to oversee any ground operations the Seventh Fleet and it's accompanying Marine Regiments would undertake.

Zahara was still not use to him, even after a seven month shake down cruise. "I'll feel a wee bit better when I get the reports from Muunilist and Mygeeto. High Admiral Pryce wants me to send personal condolences to thier families, apparently he's not coming back for a while."

The Marine frowned at the word "Condolences", and the Corellian Admiral noticed he was not a stranger to losing men. "Want me to come with? I knew some of the men on those ships. Fine citizens, great soilders".

"Why not? Mine as well get used to each others company, eh?" The both of them laughed as they took shots of vodka.
 
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J't'p'tan Objective 1-Team Aurek

“Goddamn Blizzard…..Goddamn Cold, GODDAMN SHIP!!!” Barr winced in response to the freezing cold affecting him as he got off the ship. His warm clothing makes him figured that was going to be warm throughout the whole time being on the planet J't'p'tan and enough to keep him from death from Hypothermia. Unfortunately for him, despite the warning about the weather going off the rails, he was still feeling the cold. He was grateful he did not look at a mirror right now because he felt he looked ridiculous when how much clothing on them. But he acquiescence in the end on the weather since he knew that the clothing was keeping him safe. He was also thankful for the training he remembered on surviving the cold from his father. The keyword was remembered because he certainly did not like and definitely didn’t love staying on the planet Hoth for a week as part of the training.

Going along with his other soldiers to the ruins. Barr looked of the ruins entrance in front of him while heading inside and sighed. “Better than dealing with the cold I’ll say.”
 

Miriam Tachi

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Elani Demaris Elani Demaris // @others, I suppose​

The reflection of her blue eyes were the only thing that glanced back at her as Miri stared into the void beyond the viewport of her cabin. Her shoulder rose with a slow inhale, her stomach seemingly swelling up as she tried to swallow the breath and keep it centered between her heart and her food chamber. A quiet hum caused her vocal chords to shake with harmonic delight.

“Alone, at the edge of a universe humming a tune,” She sang before her voice trailed off into another hum. “For merely dreaming we were snow.”

A deep breath filled her lungs with air, an improper technique that caused her throat to burn. Too enraptured with the sound of her own voice she wouldn’t notice the elderly woman that stepped into her room with a quiet sneak with which she took a seat to admire the performance. As Miri exhaled into yet another part of the verse she closed her eyes and slowly swayed from side to side.

“A siren sounds like the goddess who promises endless apologies—” Her lungs positively burned at this point. “ — of paradise.” She inhaled and focused on the stomach again. “And only she can make it right,” She exhaled and inhaled again. “So things are different tonight,”

“We’ll go together, in… Flight.”
With the first part of the song done Miriam took a quick breath and opened her eyes again.

“Deen mama shong den sangen for dej oftah nerr du vurr burn.” The elderly woman said and grinned as Miriam spun around with a surprised gasp. “Sacknaar doo henneh?”

Having come to terms with the initial shock Miriam let out a brief chuckle. “Vehm sacknaar inteh sin mooder naar ehn reserr i dett stoora haavet bortohm sharnorna?”

The fact that the elderly woman, one of her mother’s closest friends, even had to ask if Miriam missed her mother was pointless to say the least. Of course she did, anyone who traveled the seas beyond the stars would feel much the same as Miriam did in this moment. The young woman approached her elder to give her a big hug.

“Aar doo helt sahcker paa aht dett commer gah brah?”
Miriam asked with a nervous smile, uncertain if she was going to do well at the event or not. It was fair to assume that some would-be artist from some backwaters planet might not exactly have been the most exciting of performers. Granted, she wasn’t exactly going to be on the big stage.

“Shaelv-klaht.” The older woman said and reassured her goddaughter that it was fairly obvious that things would be alright. Her fingers pinched against Miriam's cheek with a gentle squeeze. “Doo haar deen mooders rest, deen faaders karismaa, okk en oongdamleeg crop. Deet commer gaa bra.”

Miriam smiled. True enough, she had her mother’s voice and father’s charisma. There was a reason that they had picked Miriam of all people as one of several to represent their culture in the core in the end, even if it wasn’t exactly any position with real clout. But hey, as the saying often went on her planet: if you have it, flaunt it.

Miriam and the elderly woman stepped out of her room and were greeted by a man who began to pace alongside them. He gave the elderly woman a respectful nod before he turned to Miriam.

“Hello, ma’am. Your shuttle is ready, we’ll be bringing you planetside momentarily.”

“O’ cours’.” Miriam said and gave the man a smile. “‘Ave you seen my frien’ aroun’ ‘ere? ‘Round my heigh’, dark reddish hair?”

The guard blinked and shook his head. “Can’t say that I have, miss.”

“Hmm, nah. Ya’ would’a remember’ ‘er if ya had.”


“Fraagat deen ‘jedee’ venn att camma med?”
The older woman asked with no small amount of curiosity. “Doo spendirar meeket teed mehd henneh…”

“Hoon er en venn, mooster.” Miri said and shook her head with the eye roll. Yes, she had asked if Dany would come along, no Miri wasn’t sure if she was here. They spent time together, they had more than a few close calls, a bit too much ‘bardic inspiration’ here and there, but ultimately a good time. All in all, the kind of things friends do.

The two sephi approached their ride and were brought planetside with all the due haste one might have expected of a performer at some sort of party-gala-thing.
 
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J't'p'tan // Objective II // Team Besh
Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt // Bernard of Arca Bernard of Arca
// Bounty Availability: OPEN, hmu




Visibility was not an option. Wisps of white curled from the tops of snow drifts, being consumed by the flakes that flurried all around the greyed skies.

The elements whirled and swirled around her, harsh and unforgiving. Frank complained that his circuits were going to freeze, and Loske lamented similarly, her teeth clicking together in protest to the chills that infiltrated the warmth of her outer layers.

At the vanguard of the team seeking out the disturbance, Frank hooted indicatively against the howls of the wind, and Loske crouched to take some cover next to his body to provide some protection. Her exposed nose was bright red, and started to run from the relentlessness of the environment. Pressing a shoulder into the droid while she kneeled, the HUD of her eyewear focused and unfocused on the distant silhouette Frank’s radar had reported.

She drew the back of her gloved hand across her nose, wiping away the drips with a sniff. <We have company. Can’t tell if it’s the local fauna or not.>

Her senses stretched out, seeking anything that took the shape of intent amidst the flurry. Hostility manifested and she tensed. <Heh. Confirming it’s not local fauna. Keep your eyes up, we might have a run in, numbers unknown.>

Alarm flared through her neck, and she dropped even lower into the snow; it caked around her in welcome as a bolt whizzed overhead and exploded in a burst of sparks against tree soaked bark. The rangers behind her snapped to attention, levelling their weapons to point outward. Loske pushed herself back up, faltering slightly in the frozen clutches of the earth before the familiar hum of her blade igniting filled the silence of the snow; the gold providing a beacon against the vacant landscape.

<Let's keep moving. We can handle this.>
 
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It's one of life's mysteries, sir...
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Objective: 1 - Team Aurek
Wearing: Medium armor, currently colored in white snow camo, with following equipment and gear.
Loadout: BAW-88 Blaster Carbine, LBP-3 Light Blaster Pistol
Tags: Barr Vexos Barr Vexos , open!

Freezing winds and violently flying snowflakes attacked her eyes behind behind the white military scarf that covered the rest of her face. Well, it was not Noasis, alright. That tropic gem of a world mostly consisting of green islands and azure blue oceans under a warm sun, inviting you to just lay on the beach and take a dip to cool off in the clear water. Or, scuba dive with a certain CIS high marshal. Yeah, she thought about him sometimes. He was a good friend that she cared greatly about, and... Yeah, she had not realy had the time to flush it out for him that maybe... Well, that time might come. Right now, they were occupied with eachothers duties and Kathryn was trying out her wings under the Alliance banner once more.

The scarf was an addition to her gear and armor, which holographic camo device instantly colored white when she stepped down the ramp and out of the shuttle. In her hands, she held a black BAW-88 blaster carbine and on her right thigh were a LBP-3 light blaster pistol secured in its holster. From her time in a civilian expeditionary fleet, she was used to explore distant and exotic planets and cold weather had never scared her, but she could not deny that Noasis was a far more comfortable destination.

Suddenly, the soldier in front of her burst out in a few curses about their current situation. It could not have went past anyone in the group as he shout down the blizzard itself. They had a situation, but it could have been worse, right? She did not more than raise an eyebrow at the soldiers little outburst.

The snow cracked under their boots as they took a short walk to a temple enterance. While the group briefly stopped outside, Kathryn seached in one of the belt pouches and brought up a nutrition bar wrapped in a silvery foil. She headed past a few other soldiers and walked up beside the man who seemed to need something for his temper.

''Hey! You hungry?'' she asked, giving him a friendly blue gaze while walking inside with him, offering him the bar.
 
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Objective: BYOO - Deal with the Pirate Scum
Location: Pirate Asteroid Base above J't'p'tan
Post: 1

1x Imperial II-class Star Destroyer "Pride of Nirauan"
2x Imperial I-class Star Destroyers, "Decimator" and "Regency"
1x Interdictor-class Star Destroyer "Silencer"
6x Arquitens-class Light Cruisers

Unbeknownst to the Galactic Alliance, they were not the only ones who had a presence within the J't'p'tan sector. A large fleet of pirate vessels, based around a large asteroid base in orbit over J't'p'tan, had been a thorn to shipping and trade within the Galactic Alliance and beyond. It was the beyond that would come to see their threat eliminated utterly. The Bilbringi Imperial Remnant would stand no further attacks from pirates. Warlord Vel'alari herself would lead the task force sent to deal with the problem.

Her fleet arrived in the system just out of range of the asteroid base's limited sensors in a coordinated formation, ready to launch their attack upon their Warlord's command. Vel'alari gazed out of the front viewport of the Pride of Nirauan's bridge towards her target. "Lieutenant. Scan the system. Are we the only ones present?", she said curiously. "Negative, ma'am. We detect a Galactic Alliance presence on the world below. They must have an interest here.", the Lieutenant manning the ship sensors said. Vel'alari raised an eyebrow, before smiling. "Intriguing, though not surprising. Our scouts reported they were interested in this planet. Perhaps they might aid us if they find out why we're here. At any rate, have the fleet launch all fighter and bomber squadrons and prepare to commence the attack on my mark. We'll wipe these pirate scum from the face of the galaxy."

The lieutenant nodded, giving the command. Squadrons of automated TIE Droid Starfighters and manned TIE Bombers emerged from the hangar bays of the fleet. In her present situation, Vel'alari's remnant did not have the luxury of wasting pilots just yet, so TIE droids made for a useful, if a bit expensive alternative. The Silencer also activated it's gravity well generators to prevent any pirates from escaping the system.
 
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Constantine, now recently promoted to commanding an entire battle line, was hunting pirates in the J't'p'tan system. His new battle line was going to be mostly new ships, fresh off the assembly line. Most were still being assembled. With the new ships, new crews would also make up the majority of his battle line. They were all likely still being trained. While he and the crew of the Hawk were far from being veterans, they had at least been in combat before. He was still acting in a very similar role to what he had before with Hawk .

So he and his crew came to J't'p'tan hunting. Pirates were in the system, and a Warrior-II was more than enough to face most pirates. His crew was in high spirits, all of them having heard of their captain-now commodore-'s promotion. Pirate hunting was easy enough, but far more exciting than patrolling the vast corridors of empty space between the GA's worlds. Constantine kept his gaze forward as they entered the system where the pirates were supposed to be. Finding them was especially crucial as there was a research expedition to the planet.

"Capt-Commodore! Scanners have located the pirates. But there's something else-"

one of the bridge crew had spoken up, catching himself before accidentally calling Constantine by the wrong rank. Before he could finish, Constantine interrupted him.

"Already? Lieutenant Kier, Move the Hawk to attack. Go on."

Constantine ordered the pilot of the Hawk to move the ship, before turning back to the man on scanners.

"Well sir, we're also detecting an interdiction field. None of the pirate vessels should be big enough to generate it."

"Can you pinpoint the source?"

"No sir, but I can get us close enough."

"Good. Kier, bring us to the interdictor instead."


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Jasol Dorsian

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Objective: [Primary] Funding Freedom's Future - Socialize [Secondary] BYOO - Investigate Skirmish over J't'p'tan
Tags: [Primary] Open [Secondary] Grand Admiral Vel'alari Constantine Oliva Constantine Oliva

Jasol Dorsian looked out of the Wyvern-Class Gunship out to Eufornis. With the recent government change on Sanjin the planet would have to start anew in finding friends and allies, thus the reason he has come to the social event. Learning about his fellow representatives would be ideal as the Optimatiums were new to the Senate. This fundraiser was the perfect opportunity to do this. The first step of this was arriving in a heavily armed gunship which had been escorted by his own flagship a Helve-Class Armoured Cruiser named The Iron Will and 2 Boneshatter-Class Assault Frigates which remain in orbit. Dorsian wanted people to realise how militaristic he was compared to his predecessor.

As the gunship landed Dorsain walked out flanked by two marines and his aide. One of the marines spoke up. "Sir. We're receiving a transmission from The Iron Will. Alliance comm chatter suggests something is going on near the planet of J't'p'tan. Alliance forces are moving in to check it out." Dorsian turned and thought for a second. "Have the 2 assault frigates sent to the area to investigate discreetly. They are to fire only if fired upon. We don't want to get into an intergalactic incident. Have an update of events sent to my aide's datapad. I would like to see how things progress." The marine simply nodded and the group continued with the two marines waiting outside.

Dorsian and his aid entered the main hall and as expected they greeted the hosts and introduced themselves. Once the formalities were out of the way and Dorsian had a Corellian Brandy in his hand he scanned the room to try and see if he could recognise anyone. He had been given a brief description of the various senators and governors who might show up. Meanwhile, the 2 Boneshatter Frigates had made their way near the planet of J't'p'tan and were monitoring the situation from afar, not looking to get involved.
 
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J't'p'tan
Objective II
Team Besh or Blizzard Bounty Business
Actors: Loske Treicolt Loske Treicolt , Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt ; Bounty Hunters!

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The blizzard was worse than the reports had suggested. About the only sight Bernard could make out as he trudged through the snowstorm were his breaths, swept up in faint trails just beyond the scarf he'd pulled over his lower face. The fabric was rough, scraping against his skin just as the padding of the environmental gear did. Despite his protests, he'd swallowed pride and acquiesced to Loske's warnings about going into the blizzard with little more than the clothes he'd wear on the streets of Coruscant.

It hurt his pride, to admit fault, but he was glad not to have stuck with stubbornness this time. Still, the fact he wore weakness so openly didn't sit right with him. At least visibility was impaired enough for the soldiers not to find him clad in the enviro-gear. He tried not to let the proof of his short-comings bother his thoughts too much as he instead turned his attention to his surroundings.

The blizzard's claustrophobic world thawed away as he began to see, even as his eyes closed. The snow beneath him took shape as the sea of flakes that it was, beneath it the frozen dirt held firm as the foundation of it all. The wind danced around him, and he felt as a part of the performance. His steps gained a rhythm, seemed in-tune with the greater choreography of the snowflakes that pirouetted gracefully towards the stage floor.

Confusion flooded his mind, as did a curious sensation of peace. He couldn't remember anything quite like this, even on Qi-ko, a planet that had seemed to be one with the Force. J't'p'tan felt uniquely alive within the Force. Almost as though someone was ...

The shriek of a blaster cracked through the blizzard's wails. Bernard's head snapped towards its origin. There was nothing but the wall of snow. He cursed under his breath. When had he separated this much from the others? He shook his head. No good wondering idly, blaster fire was rarely an empty omen. The hilt of his sabre unclasped from his utility belt and found its way into his hand as he turned to charge through the icy barrier towards the danger.
 
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Dorian Sevanar

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Location | Orbit of J't'p'tan.
Objective | BYOO [Observe]
Forces |
Enforcer | Intercessors [x2]
Focus | Constantine Oliva Constantine Oliva | Grand Admiral Vel'alari

Dorian stood onboard the Enforcer with his forces having just recently escaped the grasp of the Alliance. After the skirmish over Lialic , Dorian's Forces had withdrawn further westwards preparing to return to Carida. However then something caught his attention. As the Alliance moved forth , Dorian Sevanar received news of the rise of a new Group calling themselves the Bilbringi Imperial Remnant in which interested Dorian Sevanar. With the aid of Colonel Ivan Stadd who was at the head of a major One Sith Remnant Spyring within the Alliance and another ally of the Shadow Imperium , Dorian had managed to track the movements of the self-proclaimed Grand Admiral Vel'alari to J't'p'tan.

According to Ivan Stadd , there was a group of pirates whom Vel'alari was about to attack , a group of pirates that had conducted raids against the Bilbringi Imperial Remnant. With his Fleet already in the region , Dorian Sevanar positioned his Fleet at the other side of J't'p'tan far away from the Pirate Asteroid Base. With the Enforcer cloaked and his 2 Intercessors located in a nearby system , Dorian watched as the battle unfolded. He was here to observe the Battle between the Bilbringi Imperial Remnant and the Pirates and evaluate the strength and capabilities of Vel'alari's Remnant to determine if they could become potential allies while also seeing at how the Alliance would react the Vel'Alari's presence on the Planet.

This would be interested , Dorian thought as he watched the current situation over J't'p'tan through a hologram in a Conference Chamber. If this Chiss Warlord was a potential ally and recruitable then it would only make a fine addition to the "Hidden Leaders" large list of potential allies to further expand his goals. Once Dorian returned to Carida the Hidden Leader would be pleased to learn more about what happened today and it would only make Dorian's role in the Hidden Leader's plans for the Core even more crucial. Something Dorian wanted as he wished to become a vital tool for the restoration of the New Order in the Core.
 

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Objective II : J't'p'tan : Team Besh
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<<”This a bad time to say, stay frosty?”>> Lyra muttered dryly, she couldn’t see down the barrel of her rifle as they pressed through the blizzard-snow coating the grip and every crevice of the dark metal. The cold was there, faint and creeping through her joints even though she found herself wrapped under a snow issue coat and body glove alike. She had appraised the team from afar before they had set out and almost pitied the fools armed with only scarves and goggles.

When the first signal came and the hair stood up on the back of her neck nigh instantly, a lull fell over her as she paused. The HUD flickering as the storm tested it’s make, the swirling of snowfall overwhelming to the senses when there was little to anchor one’s self to. Her stomach rolled, the howling wind over the audio receptors had turned in to white noise; she just had a bad feeling about this. The Commander was learning to accept that it was likely the worst coming, and the Jedi seemed to have the same idea.

<<”Here I hoped we’d just encounter my next fur coat..”>>

All sights were mute in the face of the white out conditions, ice creeping along the edges of the visor. Her head swiveled with the rifle in tow-the lifescanner picking up faint signals-flinching as the red bolt pulverized the tree’s side just ahead. A flaming torch admdist the ice..Dropping low, the woman searched through sheets of white for shadow and outline of the combined forces. She had drifted off course and spurred herself forward, kicking up snow pushing back toward the group.

Between every interval of her gait the wind pushed her, coming close to slipping. Fighting as she pressed through the knee high snow drift. Getting caught out was worse than fighting in this, or maybe she was just being optimistic-it could always be worse..Her heart rate picking up as she sprinted, brows set together in concentration. They may have no other options and Lyra sought the glow of the saber like a beacon..A red dot briefly flashing across her HUD, jerking the woman ate her panic as she turned to meet the enemy. Her senses guiding her barrel through the haze her finger sliding over the trigger. Before any shot rung out, something split hard against her her helm and her chin snapping down with a loud crack. Vision darkening briefly as a weight fell upon her like a city block. The hiss of a jet pack all too familiar over head..though she was laid low in the snow. The air knocked out of her lungs and a sharp pain spiking through her skull.

She should have seen that coming..a boot was pressed in to the armor of her back and she tightened her grip on her rifle..buying her time.

<<"Contact..">>
 

Hypatia Arresh

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The streets were narrower, older and as expected more crowded, the target was most likely attempting to blend in with the local population. A Mandalorian in full gear didn't blend in and only made Hypatia's job just slightly more difficult as he'd no doubt get a look at her before she'd lay eyes on him. It might buy him time, but not enough time - she held the tracking fob in her hand the signal grew louder, a rapid beep-beep-beep told Hypatia that her target was pretty close.
She surveyed her surroundings, a few pawn shops, a noodle stand, or two and a few cantinas. A transit hub wasn't too far from where she stood, and it would be where someone - who was on the run, would go. Hypatia's armored boots were drowned away by the sounds of the crowd, the speeders, and while she stood out - the smoke from the noodle stand and the cantinas helped to mask her worn armor as she approached.
Up the steps from the street and into the transit hub, Hypatia took a moment to read the board. The guy would most likely be trying to get off-world... She happened to turn her attention toward a security officer and someone who tried to get through without paying at the kiosk when she noticed a squirrely-fellow in the background. On a hunch, she looked down at the tracking fob and took a few steps forward.
The beeps became more rapid, and the signal's volume grew louder.
The same squirrely-fellow suddenly bolted, and Hypatia bolted after him.
 
BYOO (Eufornis): Pursue Pyke Syndicate Assassination Squad

Wearing: Phyre's Armor

Armed with: Hurricane Flames (Double Bladed Spinning Lightsaber, Indigo Colored)

Shooting Star

The creature had pursued them across the City.

It must have been a Jedi: It had a Lightsaber, one of the funny spinning ones. It had ambushed them in space, firing in that armored Star Courier it possessed.

They were assembled for a heist in a military depo The GA had been seeking. Intel had pegged on Eufornis, but someone else had been waiting.

That someone had crippled and captured a good many of them. Only the deadliest remained, and they had fled into a Hangar in Eufornis's ecumenopolis, pursued relentlessly by the creature. This particular hangar looked private, along with the air strip. There were two A-Wings.

Problem was, there was eight people, all heavily armed, all starting to regret this job. All on the verge of turning on each other.

There were no words exchanged between them as they stared at the fighters. The Pyke mercs all glanced at each other, locking down the hangar, knowing only two would be walking away potentially.

Barrels started to ever so subtly point at one another...

One man, a Weequay saw the black scorch marks, heard the sound of burning. He was running, just out of reach of the nearly invisible flames as the others opened fire in a panic above them, only to meet spinning indigo blades, held by a thin but muscular, elderly looking woman in a skintight white and gold chromium suit with long dark brown hair and brown eyes. She floated above them, and summoned swords of near invisible flames to burn through their weapons and wrists. They were in agony by the time she landed, their bodies, writhing, reflected on the surface of her suit as she strode towards them, calmly using telekinesis to yank the still functional weapons away from them.

"You only make it more difficult on yourself when you resist. Now, squeaky wheel gets the oil. Who wants to tell me the exact location of this depo your vile gang supposedly located?" She asked, circling the injured gang, having not forgotten about the straggler that had made it to one of the A-Wings.

She sensed him activate the Starfighter and fire two shots from his cannons. Syd's gold gloved hand shot out and the bolts were slowed, long enough for her to activate her blades and bat them back at their source, exploding the A-Wing. She'd have to pay for whoever had owned that. Crap, she hoped it hadn't been some heirloom.

The A-Wing exploded, flinging shrapnel that nicked her aged, elderly face, leaking glowing green blood and parts of her arms and side. These wounds rapidly sealed, and the elderly but muscular creature turned back to the ones still alive.

"Well? You aren't going to make me wait all day are you. I 'do' have a life, you know." Syd pointed out, slightly irritated with their stubborness.

Syd conjured a large fireball in her hand, to the horror of the injured criminals.

"If I have to ask again I am going to be 'very' cross." she warned drawing the flames from the burning wreckage of the A-Wing into herself, flesh wriggling on the skeleton as she fed on the energy.

Fifteen minutes later...

They had spilled of course. There were two back up teams in case they failed, already in the city but not due to hit the Depo for another hour in case the initial team was captured so she had some time to prepare, which she did by immediately siezing the datapad containing their routes, leaving them for GA special forces to pick up and interrogate, trying to decide whether to approach it violently or non violently.

She had fought the Pyke Syndicate before, a merciless bunch.

It was settled then, she thought as she flew off into the sky to reach the other teams...

Violently...
 

Vel'alari

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Objective: BYOO - Deal with the Pirate Scum
Location: Pirate Asteroid Base above J't'p'tan
Post: 2

"Commence the assault. Target all turbolasers on the larger pirate vessels while our bomber squadrons harass the asteroid's defenses. Have the TIE Droid Squadrons provide defense to the bombers and eliminate any enemy fighters that attempt to intercept them.", Vel'alari ordered in her usual calm tone of voice. The Interdictor-class Star Destroyer held it's position while the rest of the ships in the fleet began to advance towards the pirate lines. Turbolaser fire was soon exchanged between ships as the TIE Droids engaged the enemy Ugly Starfighters, keeping them occupied so the bombers could proceed unhindered towards the asteroid.

"Ma'am, we're detecting an Alliance vessel approaching. What are your orders?", the Communication's Officer said curiously. Vel'alari smiled. "Ahh, I'd expected they'd take notice of our operation here quickly enough. Extend to them my greetings and inform them we are engaging in anti-piracy operations. They are more than welcome to fall in and assist us against our mutual foe.", she said, the comms officer quickly nodding and transmitting a message to the Alliance flotilla approaching while the Grand Admiral returned her attention to the battle.

"Attention, oncoming Alliance ship. This is Communications Officer Fredricks, of the Star Destroyer "Pride of Nirauan". We are presently engaging in counter-piracy operations, and would welcome your assistance in dealing with our mutual foe. Our leader Grand Admiral Vel'alari extends her greetings as well. She would speak to you herself but battle has already been joined and her focus is presently required there."

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J't'p'tan Objective 1-Team Aurek

Equipment: REC-LA/02 Combat Armour HG-54 "The Vora" Verpine Hand Cannon REC-DC/01 "Thunderwasp" Particle Blaster Rifle C-11 "Nastirci" Combat Knife B-11 Greitis-class Combat Boots

Inside the ruins, Barr dropped some of the gear he was holding while he was heading to the ruins including his particle Blaster Rifle. He moved his hands over to his coat’s zipper before stopping at the last second. “Just to make sure...” He went to his left glove, and as he was slowly removing it from his hand, the coldness of the planet hit his hand and him hard enough to make him rethink taking some of his gear of. “Nope…” He said putting back on his glove as quickly as he can. “Maybe I can use something in here to make some makeshift firewood and start a fire or something." He added then thinking about the time his father showed him how to build a fire….by making him build it after getting the wood while being chased by animals. "Ah, a course he made me go get the firewood, knowing full well there were dangerous animals on that planet.….dick.” He whispered the last word as he started to look around the main entrance of the ruins. “Anybody touches by stuff I touch your face with my fist.” He was clearly annoyed at the moment and frankly, didn't care right now.

However, he stopped walking when someone (Kathryn Foster) offers him one of her nutrition bars. Barr could not help himself in calming down in seeing the kindness that was being shown to him “No thank you, ma'am. “ He answered pulling out his own bar “I got my own. I would tell you to save it but you probably already knew that.” He sighed “Let’s just hope we don’t go insane from this ruins and lack of hunger otherwise were going to be in bad shape like the people were in when…..” He stopped for a second, thinking of a good joke until he winged it. “Oh name a government that was horrible to their people they were residing over.”
 
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Auteme had a conspiracy theory.

Of course, it was mostly her own mental musings due to the fact that she hadn't read enough on J't'p'tan. Her finals for her degree at Coruscant University had been this week and she'd been studying hard. It'd been a breeze. Still, everyone else in her class had been studying hard and she'd felt the need to do something, else she might be left behind. Once they were done, Auteme had decided to go with a few other Jedi and archaeologists -- plus a small group of soldiers, for some reason -- to J't'p'tan for some field work. Exploring a mysterious stone structure on an obscure planet in the Koornacht cluster was just the sort of thing she needed after the dreadful academic season. She knew the basics about the place but she hadn't exactly studied up for this assignment.

Anyways, the conspiracy theory.

It didn't sit right in the back of her mind that the shuttle had simply stopped working, yet everything technically appeared fine. Auteme didn't know technology and engineering, but she did know the Force. Moreover she knew history. The Fallanassi were an obscure group, but they had once inhabited this place. They used powerful illusions to fool the Empire and the Yevethans into believing that they and the native H'kig had been destroyed. Luke Skywalker himself had written accounts of their unique application of the Force.

"I'm going to head in," she said to the other two padawans. She'd met Leon before, but Serena was new to her, and she didn't know either of them very well. Of the whole group Auteme was the most lightly dressed; she'd been offered the survival gear but knew she'd be fine. With tapas she would be able to keep herself warm. It was good practice. Aside from the odd blizzard, Auteme knew that there was no danger here. She assumed this place was long abandoned, and if there were still H'kig here there was little chance that they would attempt to hurt her. The Fallanassi, too, taught pacifism. She wanted to meet them someday. Perhaps...

Conspiracy theory: the Fallanassi were still on J't'p'tan, and they were creating illusions to hide their presence here.

Either way, Auteme wanted to see the 'ruins' up close. The pilots had advised that they stayed in the shuttle until they fixed whatever problem it was. Still, this was a chance to really get to explore an obscure world and learn something new. She wouldn't pass it up just because it was cold out. And if her conspiracy theory turned out true, it wouldn't be cold out anyways.

She stepped out of the shuttle and trudged through the snow towards the ruins. The forests around it were thick and imposing. The only light was the large searchlights of the shuttle behind her. The cold tried to bite, but the Force kept her warm. The further she went the less she could see, until all she could rely on were her other senses.

Other senses...

There was someone, something nearby. Not one of the soldiers, nor the other padawans. Something that made ripples in the Force. It was aware of her, and now her it. Forward. Keep moving. The padawan trudged on, towards the ruins ahead.
 
The B-Team had begun immediate evacuation of the run down apartment complex the moment A-Team had not reported in.

A lot of the men on the B-Team had known the men on the A-Team. They'd been some hardcore people.

It was a measured withdrawal. It was bad because it meant having to leave a lot of the equipment behind to make a break for it. Some had a few blaster or slug pistols. Others, smg's and shotguns. Only one, a Twi'lek man with green skin had been forward thinking enough to invest in the arcane, due to the true story his father used to tell him of his Great Grandparents having to rescue his parents while they were still teenagers from a den of Brain Demon Cultists. They had been badasses, sneaking through the entire den without raising an alert thanks to a magical spell applied to their skin that hid their presence, but the rest of it had been using shadows, walking quietly and slowly on certain surfaces, and a pair of common stun batons they had enchanted to "pause" the flesh of the Witches from moving. Thankfully they had never had to use the batons because if even one Witch had died during their Ghost-Run every other witch would have sensed it and they would have been fethed.

Still, all of this was about to save his life as he headed down the turbolift with the rest, making a beeline for the garage. He did not have one of those batons. But he did have one of those tattoos. He also had a sonic pistol.

The turbolift opened into a run down lobby leading to the parking lot. They proceeded slowly, still hiding their weapons. Almost there. One door and they were free.

It phased down through the ceiling, a thin, elderly woman in a gold and white catsuit. Their blasters were pointed at it instantly, the lobby clerk running for his life.

The woman cast a withering glare on all of them.

"Lets not do this. Is a peaceful surrender and fifteen years for attempted theft of military armaments really such a bad deal? Compared to the alternative?" she asked pointedly.

A blaster shot rang out. She paused the bolt and swatted it back at its source, hitting the shooter square in the head.

Syd sighed.

"Guess not..."

They all opened fire, well, almost all of them. The Twi'lek had broke into a run back for the still open turbolift because he wasn't born yesterday. He knew he stood no chance. He popped a smoke grenade as he entered the lift and pressed up, but also hit the emergency hatch scrambling up it...and hanging off a small space on the side of the lift, inbetween the repulsor tracks before it could really pick up speed, watching the lift go upward as he heard the screams...the witch then phased through the shaft a dozen meters above him, but still under the lift itself. He turned on his stealth field, not daring to breath as he watched her fly up and phase through the still moving lift...then immediately back down and through the shaft and phasing through the currently un docked lift door.

A hearing implant detected her slow steady heartbeat on the other side...before it quickly moved away.

The man remained to terrified to move for the next ten minutes...
 

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Eufornis Major // South-Riadan Spaceport
Objective: 2 - Pyke Peril Problemsolving
Equipment: See bio. (Assets)

Complement: Astraea Tagge Astraea Tagge | Camo Orerig Camo Orerig | Lirranne Isaris Lirranne Isaris | Republic Engineering Republic Engineering

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>>Target vessel inbound, Ligma-1<<
<<Copy. We're in position,>> Din slides back behind the cover of a stack of shipment containers lining the docking bay their intel had suggested would be used for the deal. His eyes glance between the vitals readouts for the others in proximity. The Sector Rangers heart-rates were beating at a steady pace, clearly anxious about what might transpire. The two commandos and Alliance Marines accompanying them, however, seemed calm as ever.

The operation was a strange cocktail of the Defense Force's divisions. The location and positioning of troops in the system had caused overlap between the army, navy and judicial forces. A headache for the brass in charge, likely, but for the boys on the ground it was a chance to hear some of the war stories of other branches. They might be in different uniforms, but united under the same banner.


<"Lark, Pop -- package is inbound. Get ready to lock it down once we get word,">> two green diamonds flash next to their names on Dare's HUD, acting as silent affirmation of the order.

With his back still to the hulking steel canister, Din peeks out to eye the position of some of their other forces,
<<Alright folks; target vessel is on the approach. Keep your eyes peeled; place might look quiet, but we know they're packing. Ligma Squad will secure the transport, but we need to make sure we capture Jom Hu. He's likely already here waiting, but we can't move to the secure the vessel until we have eyes on without risking him escaping.>>
 

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