Eye For An Eye [Lords of the Fringe Invasion of Eriadu]

[Aran Finn]

Aboard the Seroth-class Frigate, Defiance ...​

@[member="Ayden Cater"] @[member="Cira"]​

"Stealth drives engaged, Broadband. Landing Fleet will be coming out of hyperspace shortly."

Alen Na'Varro nodded from the bridge, gazing out the viewport at the blue vortex in front of him. Hyperspace. A motley array of stealth ships traversed its depths ... the two Seroth-class frigates, the Sekairo-class transports, even a few Penumbra-class Interdictors. All could be drawn together by their similar installations; cloaking devices that let them slip by their enemies unseen. They were rare, but by the Force they were useful, and the Fringe Confederacy had gathered a sizable group here to further their interests. Their destination: Eriadu. Their objective: to slip past any Omega Protectorate military vessels and establish a beachhead on the surface before their enemies got wise and raised their planetary shield. From there they would work to take out the planetary shield for good while rallying the people of the world itself to their cause. Eriadu had not always been a Protectorate world, and Fringe Command was sure that a few citizens at least would be happy enough if the planet changed hands. Na'Varro had been introduced to one such man himself, though he wished he hadn't.

"I'd like to take this opportunity to address the men." Wilhelm Tarkin, a serious, pencil-thin man of fifty or thereabouts, appeared at Na'Varro's elbow. Alen groaned inwardly. Tarkin had an inflated sense of self-worth and nasal, high-pitched voice that drove the Dark Jedi towards possible self-harm, or worse, suicide.

"I think not, Tarkin. These men and women are either High Councilors, Fringe military, or Force users and rogues of ill-repute. A statesman's address would do more harm than good."

"I disagree, Na'Varro. I think a-"

"Very well." Alen cut him off and keyed the comms, his voice reaching every ship in the Landing Fleet.

- We know what it means to be part of the Fringe. We're free men and women who protect what is ours. Omega hit us at Kayri, today we hit back. And I've never met an opponent yet that the Fringe can't lick. Kick some ass, boys and girls. Na'Varro out. -

Shrugging at Tarkin, Alen fought the urge to smile smugly as the stealth fleet shuddered as it came out of hyperspace. He was not a man for speeches, but anything would do in place of a piece of Tarkin's oratory 'brilliance.'

They came out of hyperspace very close to Eriadu's orbit in total silence. Even speaking had been banned, in case of alerting the nearby Protectorate fleet that lay in wait over the planet. One mis-step and that fleet could easily fry them. A larger Fringe invasion fleet, commanded by the newly-promoted Lord Admiral Cyrus Tregessar, would deal with that two-headed monster. This fleet existed for the sole purpose of making Tregessar's work easier. Na'Varro had identified a suitable landing zone on Eriadu's surface, within ten to fifteen klicks of both of the world's planetary shield generators. The ground forces that he was bringing with him, which consisted of various Force users and elements of the 121st Legion and special forces, would be establishing a perimeter around three CPs and then making a push for the generators. Meanwhile, diplomats led by some of the High Council would be working with Wilhelm Tarkin to turn the planet's aristocracy and/or people to the Fringe's cause. All in all, Alen hoped to have the planetary shields down and the planet on their side before the main invasion fleet started trying to land troops.

The stealth vessels began to shudder as they entered Eriadu's atmosphere at a canter. Alen smiled wryly while he grimaced, the g-forces taking a toll as the cloaked ships made for his designated landing zone. Guess they didn't have the shield up after all. Ships fanned out, looking to establish air superiority over the landing zone, and as ships started landing their cloaking devices dropped briefly. The Protectorate forces would know they were here, but it would be too late for their fleet to turn around to stop them, as at about this time Tregessar's fleet would be dropping out of hyperspace.

"Let's go."

Wearing a set of black Katarn-class armour in the vein of the other Fringe military forces, Na'Varro bounded down the rampway and set foot on Eriadu for the first time, looking very much the part of a military officer.

"Begin erecting the main CP!" He roared as troops moved in all directions, all knowing exactly what they had to do and what was expected from them. "I needed this done five minutes ago! MOVE!"

There was no chance for the Protectorate leaders to lay down their arms without a fight this time. No warning. No surrender. No mercy. The Lords of the Fringe had come to exact their blood price for Kayri. The Republic had got off lightly with a humiliating peace treaty. The Omega Protectorate were not so lucky.

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Lady Exedō

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[Matreya]

Kasamann stood statue still, burly arms crossed against his torso while his elegant tail swished forward and back. In his own recently remodeled StealthX, the Andolith called out with his own com, which reverberated in a mechanical voice due to translating thought speech to vocal, <For the Fringe! For the people we love! For the lives we live!>

Along his broad four legged back, he wore his Recon Armor while his torso bore the Ninjarmor v1. Strapped to a small satchel was his dual swords, as well as Lotus Fang - his ever loyal Tsaisi squirmed under its masters gaze. Swishing his stalk eye behind himself, the man used his tail to reach out and gently tap the correct set of controls which would stop his movements.

He awaited the arrival of the Fringe Army, then he would land.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

@[member="Ayden Cater"] @[member="Alen Na'Varro"]

A lone bes'uliik fighter sat on the landing pad of the nearby Protectorate military base. It was pitch black in color with dark red markings and trim. The cockpit was open and underneath and around it swarmed ground crew. Betna stood atop the craft and organized the loading of his starfighter while the crew beneath finished attaching the ship's payload. Two five hundred pound bombs were secured to the underside of the craft, each capable of coating many, many square kilometers in white hot, angry flames. They weren't exactly useful on enemy fighters, though, but the four blaster cannons mounted on the starfighter would make short work of anyone foolish enough to get in Betna's sights. Top that off with the beskar plating and the sturdy build and design of the fighter and you had a recipe for air superiority in one package. This sort of job is why Betna was happy he traveled quite a bit. Occasionally you just happened to be in the right place at the right time for a nice, well paying job like this one.

Satisfied that all was in order and that the crew had made it away from his ship, he hopped into the cockpit and settled in as the canopy closed overtop. Betna wore his customary black beskar'gam, old style made of beskar, with the red armorweave beneath. He only carried his .44 revolver at the moment, though his rifle and shotgun were loaded into the personal storage compartment on board the craft. He ran through the final checks of the ship and linked his HUD to the bes'uliik's controls and sensors. Once done, he started liftoff and cleared with ground control. Once he had the go ahead, he took off in the direction of the Fringe's assault, one eye on his sensors and one eye on the horizon.

 

[Ayden Cater]

On board the Starfall
En Route to Eriadu

He knew this day would come. Even as the dead burned falling to Fondor, as egos were broken and the Atrisians left unpunished for their transgressions, he knew this day would come. Money is not so quick to ease affronted men and the Fringe did not seem to care that reparations were underway for the unfortunate events at Kayri. They had come for blood. They had targeted Eriadu, the weakest point between the inner and outer territories of the Protectorate. The political turmoil that perpetually existed on the planet meant that the Protectorate had been unable to spare military might in the area to secure other worlds. It was a weakness he had of for a long time, and it was a weakness now that was being exploited.

The close proximity to the edge of Protectorate space meant they had had very little warning to the invasion. Once the planetary governor had realized that something was amiss and raised the shield, it was too late. The enemy had landed and the battle for Eriadu had begun. Now it was up to them to defend this crucial junction of Protectorate space. If Eriadu fell, if the Fringe succeeded in sinking their fingers into the system, the outer territories would quickly collapse. They could not allow that to happen. They would not allow that to happen. There would be no quarter. No forgiveness. The Fringe had taken Protectorate money and had chosen to repay in blood. This was war.

When the Fringe fleet had first shown, the planet was moderately defended with a Protectorate battle groups, with a number of task and defense forces in the system for war games. When the Fringe arrived in force, the ships in the system converged on Eriadu to hold the line until reinforcements came. The first wave of those reinforcements were led by the Protectorate flagship and the Lord Protector's chosen ship, the Starfall. He knew Ashin would be here, and he intended on getting answers for this crime. In the meantime, they would have to secure orbit over Eriadu.

"Task Force Talon, engage any enemy reconnaissance craft and landing craft. Task Force Alatar; coordinate with the Eriadu Defense Force. Get our boys on the ground. The rest of us will form a shield between the planet and the Fringe fleet. We're not going to let them get more forces on the ground without paying the toll." Ayden's voice was filled with thinly-masked anger and indignation. Task Force Talon was primarily composed of fast attack craft designed to harry shuttles, fighters, and unwarry support craft. Task Force Alatar was very different with many different kinds of carrier and electronic support craft. They would make short work of any craft foolish enough to attempt and charge past. As they moved off to execute their duties, the rest of the fleet formed up on the Starfall and made headway towards the center of what would be the fleet engagement zone.

Flanking the Starfall were ships that had seen combat against Bando Gora, the Sith, and the Atrisians. Others were newer, seeking to prove themselves in battle. Others still were veterans in new skin with new weapons, yearning to find peace in war once more. This was a fleet that had learned from past victories, and even more from past mistakes. "Launch all fighters. Interdiction fields at full." This would serve to push any potential Fringe reinforcements further back, giving them time to spare. "All long-range cannons. Target their lead capital ships and fire at will. Let's show the Fringe what happens to those who invade our space and question our sovereignty."

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@[member="Allison Willamina"] @[member="Annabelle Zaro"] @Aoyshi Kinkawa @[member="Aro Sloan"] @[member="Axle Sourn"] @[member="Basaba Willamina"] @[member="Beowulf Kaa"] @[member="Cira"] @[member="Corvo Anattolius"] @[member="Cross "]@d' Orrin @[member="Drazav"] @[member="Droideka 0793"] @[member="EA-9 001"] @[member="Elanim Oke"] @[member="Electrobe"] @[member="Flint Corek II"] @[member="Haven Pryde"] @[member="HK-40"] @[member="Jordan Van Daalen"] @[member="Junko Ike"] @Katagiri Iki @[member="Kirachi Teoar"] @[member="Knight"] @[member="Levy Willamina"] @[member="Lylin Osh"] @[member="Malica Drezyan"] @[member="Miles Varden"] @[member="Mirshen"] @[member="Mistral"] @[member="Nephenee Wilded"] @[member="Nyos Val"] @[member="Oliver Walsh"] @[member="Oswald Winchester "]@[member="Popo"] @[member="Racket"] @[member="Riley Storm"] @[member="Skree Ariko"] @[member="Teroch Gra'tua "]@[member="Thane"] @[member="Tysk Willamina"] @[member="Ulorin"] @[member="Valerie Re'Daull"] @[member="Ventasia Terana"] @Veron'ika Stromson @Zero

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat's eyes glanced over the controls, his eyes flickering over. An image of @[member="Aditya Amadis"] hung in his hand, a hologram projector. He blinked several times, before standing and letting the auto-pilot take control. It would be about another hour before he came to the Protectorate's aid, in his corvette screaming through the stars, towards the Protectorate planet of Eriadu. He blinked.

Preliat knew the OP would not let the Fringe walk over them. And he wouldn't let them, either. No, he was helping his friends. He had seen the Protectorate's strength, seen it's prowess. Saw first-hand how they handled the Empire. He leaned back in the chair, running a hand over his helmet. Taking out his war paint, he began to paint his helmet, the same paint that he wore on his face from time to time. He also carefully traced Jaig eyes above the visor, and glanced upwards, the planet coming into view. He smiled, the stars caressing his skin with a warm light.

"Preliat Mantis, inbound to aid the Omega Protectorate. Turning on IFF tag."

@[member="Ayden Cater"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen relaxed in his chair as he dropped into the airspace of Eriadu. Seem's he made it here without getting blasted. He always did enmjoy the little victories. As a soldier and purger of darkness, every piece of joy counted. "Vulpesen Torrevaso of the republic here, requesting permission to land by protectorate forces." He cast a glance to Ace who sat in his co-pilot seat. It was only curtesy that he had sent the formal greeting. He was fairly sure they would grant him the permission as he was there to help. In any case, this was a by the books conflict. Get in, beat back the bad guys, then get out.

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[Amadalia Vyrn]

Eriadu
Groundside- Eriadu City

The short flight from Polis Massa to Eriadu was normally, nothing to be concerned about. The planet was a hub center for activity, trade, and in this particular form's desire, an area where she would be able to make use of the songsteel she'd recently bought. A good metalsmith is what she needed, so she secured her purchase and went into the city to find one.

However, as fate would have it, ironically enough, nothing ever seems to go well whenever the woman desires to simply lay low. The seemingly stoic visage of the Protectorate Observer bore down upon the overhead holo news supplying Eriadu's latest newsbreak.

< First hand reports are coming in; Lords of the Fringe fleets spotted within Eriadu's system; Potential Invasion? Are they friendly or foe? More news to come! >

The yellow ticker in aurabesh sigils gave all the residents of Eriadu a first hand account of just what was going on. Murmurs rose around the blonde as she bore her cerulean ice eyes upon the news ticker.

To be frank, she was not the least bit surprised -- not after the rumors about Kayri. Nonetheless, she would do her part, even as murmurs around around her about if this was a good or a bad situation to be with. There were pros and cons with it both. Some rather have their independence from the Protectorate, but would the Lords of the Fringe be the worse option? And the Protectorate had kept them save from the Bando Gora threat, following through with their promises to let the planet run as it would without any change save for the milita needed to protect their system in the event of such an invasion act.

The grass was always greener on the other side, but for the most part, the majority knew they had done well and prospered in trade with the Protectorate, as it connected them as far into the Outer-rim as Zonju V and straight into the Core.

What would be the result? Only time would tell. Either way, the now blonde knew she would act for the Protectorate. She had to.

 

[Ordo]

Eriadu
Dirtside
Omega Base

The air was thick with tension as Ordo sat on a crate running a small beskar block along the blade of his [SIZE=10pt]Beskadhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Beskad[/SIZE]. Shhhhhick, Shhhhhick, Shhhhhick. Was the only sound from the big man. It was the calm before thr storm. The moment just before the strike. It was honey on the tongue for a man of war and a bitter reminder that every day could be his last.

He looked up as the he sharpened the blade. So many young faces, it was always a shame when the young died. Even if they lived, innocence never survives a battle, never. Tue doe eyed looks of some of the troops as they prepared told him all he needed to know and the encouraging speeches from squad leaders and platoon sergents reminded him of when he too was a doe eyed pup.

His black beskar'gam* moved with him like a second skin as he stood and slid his beskad into place and laid a heavy hand on his [SIZE=10pt]Mandalorian Ripper Mk. IIhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/10961-mandalorian-ripper-mk-ii/[/SIZE]. Light glinted off his visor as he lifted the helmet to stare in to his face. The familiar 'T' stared back at him beckoning to once again become the rage of the shadow warriors. He wondered if the Taung had known that their legacy would last so long.

Slowly and deliberately the hemlet covered his scar covered face and with a small twist it sealed. He picked up his [SIZE=10pt]E-17 "Gladiator" Assault Riflehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/2225-e-17-“gladiator”-assault-rifle/[/SIZE] and checked his lightsaber on the back of his belt as well as his Fett Kal, all that was left between him and another battle was time, it would always be just a matter of time. His hand found his assault rifle's pistol grip and his HUD came online. Ayden had paid for a warior and today a warrior he would have.

*Armor

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[Velok the Younger]

Tarkin Memorial Conference Center
Eriadu City

One of the Sekairo-class stealth transports within the planetary shield split off and found a place to pause and hover. Not land, not yet -- there was no way to properly secure the landing site they would need if they went to ground this close to the TMCC.

The northwest conference room (see map) was connected to the main chamber of the building by a narrow and defensible corridor. As Rave, a diplomatic party, and @[member="Masamune Tametomo"] came down through the roof access, they found the room full of influential businessmen, elected officials, and lobbyists, some of them sympathetic to the former Tarkin regime, others undecided. Rave took up a station just outside the door, at the far end of the long hallway. Diplomacy, she could do, but for the moment she was the guard. She looked out from the second-floor balcony over the central lobby, and stretched out to the Force for insight.

She wore her living armor, carried her sword on her back, a knife at her hip, and a double-barreled assault rifle across her chest. At a guess, she was as ready as she would ever be. This was the choke point; the room was otherwise sealed and fortified. As long as she held this point, the talks could continue unabated. Lights were dim in this corner, and her armor's photokinetic cloaking kept her relatively invisible.
@[member="Basaba Willamina"]

 

[Strider Garon]

Eriadu
Dirtside
Omega Base

Strider Garon watched as Ordo mythotically sharpened his beskad. The two mandalorians have been through a few blood baths together and here they were, at it again. The older warrior had his helmet off and magnetically strapped to his tac belt as he approached his brother at arms. "Ord'ika!" He nodded to the mountain of muscles bound in beskargam with absolute admiration "Just a another day eh?"

@[member="Ordo"]

 

[Antera]

Eriadu City

Antera usually attempted to avoid politics. They were messy. They were lasting. They were public. Working with a politician was an automatic check mark to raise her fee for the inevitable headaches that resulted. Still, the oppositionists had been more than willing to meet her increased rate.

The targets this time had nothing to do with the Force, as near as she could tell, but rather morale. Symbols of authority for the ousted House Tarkin, trinkets that could inspire men and women to a cause. There was even a bonus if she was able to secure an aged portrait of Wilhuff Tarkin himself. The estate grounds were under the city government's authority, but she'd figured out most of what she'd need. Simple infiltration kit, some pre-programed computer spikes courtesy of friends back home, a vox scrambler, and, just in case, her personal shield and weapons: a blaster pistol, a scattergun and her thin-bladed vibrosword.

What she had not expected was for a full scale invasion to break out in the middle of her preparations.

No wonder they wanted this done so fast.

She grit her teeth. A war was the last thing she needed, but the destruction just might ruin the very antiquities she was supposed to recover. She had to move now, or write the last few weeks of preparation off as a loss.

With teeth slightly clenched, she geared up and concealed her equipment under a long coat. She made her way out into the streets, seeking a path towards the old Tarkin estates.

 

[Shinju]

Shinju held a grin on her face at the thought of another fight while she sat in her black ship. The Hex had brought her but the one in the hold of it was getting her down to the planet. Was going to let her handle the people on the world as she slowly slid the plates of the armor on. It was stronger then her normal Exedō Armor but she kept the sheaths for equipment. Taking a look down and at her daughter who had come as well to fight. Splitting on of the swords for the little girl to use on the ship as she secured to her waist her lightsaber and Scylla Sith Sword her cross sheaths across her back hooked on to hold the twin Derriphan's Eye's with a grin. She had a belt with some more poisons and excess vials. Now came the new toy a gun... not something she would normally lose but the ability to carve people with it made it fun so the Viscera Scattergun was something she enjoyed while she moved. "Lets go and have some fun Bundori my dear."

 

[Bundori]

LA LA LA LA LA LA LA

Bundori was skipping around the ship as it came in, she was here to fight for the Fringe and even got to hold her own sword from mommy as the ship touched down and she looked around. The revving of the Scylla Sith Sword was enough while she made sure her hair was straight and the clothing looking fine. Mommies old iron skin was great for her to wear since it had been customized for her to have. "Now lets go and have some fun." Bundori looked more out the ramp. "We're off to skin some Pyre."

 

[Kable Detta]

Eriadu
Dirtside
Omega Base

Kable had arrived to Eriadu to fight alongside his Mandalorion brothers and sisters in the name of their ally, the Omega Protectorate.
He was walking around the base with his bucket under his arm when his eyes fell on the two Field Marshals. Kable had just fully healed from the battle on Myrkr where he had fought alongside the two legends. Kable approached the two Marshals and bowed his head reverently.
"Kable Detta, representing clan Detta in this conflict. GLORY FOR MAND"ALOR!"
@[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Ordo"]

 

[Masamune Tametomo]

Simple robes of Bushi make he wore
Around his tall frame.
He'd accompanied his student, more
A friend now, as the fates have shown.

Upon his waist a silken sash
Holding his blades, Eien no Kinkou
And Tamashi Kizuni, each lashed
To the other in the traditional way.

He stood in front of the men before
Him and bowed deeply to the group.
"I and my friends have come to implore
You to join our cause and rebel against
The Protectorate who grips all that you hold
Dear in their clutches, without cause or care.
I am Masamune, and this is Rave, the Bold."

@[member="Rave Merrill"]

 

[Laura Na'Varro]

@[member="Arrbi Betna"] @[member="Antillie Jenika"]

Air superiority was important. Very important. Because if you didn't establish air superiority over your ground position, any amateur could come through and drop a payload on your ground pounders and ruin your day. Luckily, the heroes of O'reen Squadron were here. Dash felt kind of weird being in a fighter squadron where literally every other fighter jock was a hot clone. It was damn confusing, and the brash Corellian wasn't exactly sure which one he wanted to go for first. If he wanted to go for any of them at all. Y'know, clones ... it was weird.

For now though, O'reen Squadron flew in a defensive pattern around their ground position. Ardellian flew a TIE V/XL Exalt-class Starfighter, which were bloody tops even if they didn't look too sexy.

At the moment, Dash and O'reen Squadron kept a lookout for any enemy activity. Anyone flew into their killzone, and they'd get shot down.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest stood at the exit of his own ship. On his hip was his favored blade Deus, his back his crossbow, his wrist his shield, and his waist his belt. He took no shortcuts when he prepared his journey to Eriadu. The battle had already started when Krest got his call to assist, and there was no way he was going to make it until some time after the initial open warfare.

His droid pilot had the ship go into hyperspace while he pulled on his armor, being sure the white cloth fit tight. What ever he was getting into, he was more then ready for. Let's just hope he wasn't too late. When he finally dropped out of hyperspace he set up a com to the Omega leaders ground side. "This is Krest, knight of the Templar Order. I'm here to help. Transmit where you want me and I'll be there shortly."


@[member="Cira"], @[member="Ayden Cater"], @WhoeverelseisOP

 

[Ordo]

ERIADU
DIRTSIDE
OMEGA BASE

@[member="Strider Garon"]

Ordo activated his internal comm.

"Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur, eh ner vod." He said knowing they had both been here before.

The "Hound of Keldabe" they called the older Mandalorian but Ordo knew the man better than some. The man you are on the dield of battle was the only one who counted. The honor and dignity he had seen time and again in Strider was enough for Ordo. Everything they did outside of battle was to cope and to remind themselves why they kept fighting.

Soon enough the Man who chased women and drank would be consumed by the Ori'ramikade in him and then all that would matter was "breath and squeeze". Ordo could feel the electeicity of war dancing down his spine. The clash of bone and sinew, the smell of blaster fire filling the air, and the silence between blows all played again through his mind.

"Mishuk gotal'u meshuroke, pako kyore." He said as he waited for Eriadu to become dar'yaim. "After this you're buying."

 

[Laith Varad*]

Eriadu​

Omega Base​

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...a little late but never out Laith came walking out behind Strider. He was a few minutes behind the Field Marshall but full of his usual bravado when he came up behind Strider and whipped his hand out to clap him across the backside..."Looking good, Field Marshall."...of course the members of Clan Varad weren't always the most well received individuals but Laith was loyal to the credits that lined his accounts. Strider Garon invested a lot of credits in the man. It was a tad odd to see Laith here though seeing as how the Omega Protectorate hadn't actually paid him, they probably would but they reality was no credits had changed hands, which meant he'd come for another reason. Anika Od'Manteiv was her name and Laith remembered it like yesterday; it was on another one of those god awful Protectorate planets but she had looked at him just the right to make him remember her; he figured she might show up on Eriadu which was all the more reason for him to make an appearance.

Laith was dressed in Medium Armor, beskar lined, and he was carrying an ARC Blaster Rifle in his right hand which he'd lift and angle back over his shoulders. There was also a Heavy Blaster Pistol holstered over his hip and a Vibroblade sheathed across his back with the hilt extending up over his shoulder, the sword had been lined with a cortosis weave. He wore a helm which had the Clan Varad symbol etched into the side of it and boasted all the usual features including a hud that allowed him to see at a complete three hundred and sixty degree arc and a filtration system to aid in eliminating toxins found in the air. Always pays to be prepared and all that...

...he'd have seen Ordo as well and given the Mandolorian a nod but truth be told with the mercenary work Clan Varad did he wasn't really acquainted with all to many Mandolorians on a face to face basis. Dred might have known him though; he'd need to ask. "Lot of big guns here. These Fringers must be a tad more capable then the usual gutter pig."...he was his usual self when it came to interacting amongst his peers; all charm.​

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@[member="Strider Garon"]@[member="Ordo"]​

 

[Amadalia Vyrn]

Eriadu
Groundside- Eriadu City

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The woman began to walk, mulling over things in her mind as she brought datapad out to keep up with the news. The holo-feed suggested that their was something of interest at the conference center. The streets were getting positively packed with civilians now, the shells of the blonde's ears filling with the pros and cons of such an event.

Many were undecided, some stood firm for the Protectorate, others favored what could be potentially offered by the Lords. She would not stand out, save for her blonde hair and height, the local human population similar to her physique, seemingly blending in. There was much to be done. More to plan out. But she needed information first. That was her focus and her goal.

Heels quietly strode along the pathway, her attention drawing firm at the direction of the particular building in question.