[FO] In Unfamiliar Territory

[Sev'ayn'nuruodo]

Dosuun, Spaceport

The Ascendancy was a long way away for her, now.

Not that she was particularly unhappy about it, but neither was she thrilled. Ever since the Iron Empire had settled itself into their space, occupying sovereign territory of the Ascendancy, she'd been particularly on edge. She wasn't the only one to feel as she did, of course, but she was the only one willing to speak out about it. Like her predecessors, she felt particularly strongly about protecting her people and staving off outside threats. But as per usual, the unwillingness of the CEDF to operate with preemptive strikes had proven itself to fail them. They hadn't been ready for how swiftly they'd been swept up in the wake of the fall of the One Sith. Now they were someone else's pawn.

This attitude of hers had landed her in hot water. Her aptitude was sufficient enough that they didn't want to exile her, but at the same time her attitude meant that she couldn't be allowed to remain in Ascendancy space for the time being. Inevitably they'd had to find something to do with her, and the most probable had been to assign her the task of going to one of the two chiefly Imperial factions that had recently appeared within the galaxy. While one bore the name of an ancient ally, it did not herald from that history. The Ascendancy did not believe that a warlord could raise an Empire worthy of the name.

Instead, they had chosen to send her to Dosuun and the First Order. These were the remnants of the true Empire, kept alive for nearly nine hundred years, biding their time and growing stronger. Sure, they'd pushed outwards not thirty years after the fall of the Emperor, but they had inevitably fallen back in upon themselves, not entirely ready for the task of bringing about the Emperor's dream, or even Snoke's at the time. Now, however, they had shown themselves more than capable. The Ascendancy saw them as a potential ally in the future, someone to get them out from under the stranglehold of the Iron Empire. For this reason, she had been sent.

Now, stepping off a transport, dressed in more or less civilian garb, she looked around herself in curiosity. Aside from a few Iron Empire folk, she had not had much experience with the outside galaxy. As such, she wasn't really certain where it was she was supposed to go. Her head turned one way, then the other, before noting a central desk with a droid. If her understanding of basic was good enough, a sign above it said information. She approached to wait in the line that had formed there. Patience was something she did, indeed, have.

[member="Gerhard Maxim"]

 

[Alleycat]

Dosuun Spaceport
Main Terminal
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Brask'ari'sabosen pulled a travel bag behind her and carried a satchel over her shoulder as she exited Concourse D into the main terminal of the Dosuun Spaceport dressed in civilian attire of a tunic, pants and long jacket. The Chiss doctor had just arrived back in Avalonia from a medical conference where she had given a talk on the transplantation of cybernetic organs.

Dr. K as Karisa was known amongst non-Chiss in a professional manner was a trauma surgeon for the First Order, who served as Chief Medical Officer on the FIV Halstead. The blue-skinned near human had fellowed in cybernetics at Salvador Medical Center on Sposia; her homeworld back in Chiss Space. It was Karisa's passion, cybernetics, starting out with replacement extremities now onto organs. And with the war ongoing now with the Galactic Alliance, she would begin a clinical trial and have plenty of participants; being the FO's Colonel [member="Rolf Amsel"], a FIST stormtrooper, her first patient of said trial having received a bi-organ transplant using Cyber Organ's cybernetic heart and lungs after suffering life-ending traumatic chest injures during the Invasion of the Mustafar Hex.

Crimson eyes caught a rare sight to be found on this human-centric world. There was another Chiss, a female to be exact, standing in line at the information desk. Curiosity got the best of Karisa as her booted feet changed the path of her long-legged stride to pass near one of her own kind.

​"Ritot," the jet black-haired doctor offered in their native tongue of Cheunh as she stopped for a moment. The greeting given [member="Sev'ayn'nuruodo"] was a standard salutation without any endearment as was customary with Chiss, well at least those raised in the traditional norms within the Chiss Ascendancy, then the apparent newcomer was asked if she needed assistance. "K'ir vah bapun vatt'i?"

Spoiler

Using http://starwars.myrpg.org/coruscant_translator.php for Cheunh translation.

 

[Sev'ayn'nuruodo]

She was, admittedly, a bit surprised when another Chiss approached her. She had been led to believe that there were very few of her kind with the First Order, so the chances of bumping into one of the others on her first day on the governments capital world seemed minimal. Amusing how such odds seemed long, but then came to be. It simply went to show that trusting probabilities could be a quick way to downfall. Then again, not trusting them could do the same. They had to walk a fine line of believe in numbers and a belief in their own capabilities. This was something that most Chiss learned to do with time, but very few ever truly excelled at it in the manner that, say, Mitth'raw'nuruodo had. She hoped to be one of those who followed in his footsteps.

"Ritocum," she replied, turning her red eyes to the woman who'd spoken to her.

Civilian clothing could mark her as just an exile who'd made her way to the Order. She doubted it, however. The way she carried herself told her otherwise. She turned her gaze back to her eyes and offered a nod of her head.

"Ch'ah k'ir. Ch'ah bapun ch'a recoi. Ch'ah viz cart ran'bah ch'at raszah bah to First Order let'ir tar g'esbun, rab Ch'ah k'ir nah rsah veah etah g'ekesami cart."

She only carried a single pack with her, which she had slung over her shoulder. It carried one extra set of civilian clothing, her standard CEDF naval garb, and her personal charric weapon. She didn't want to cause an incident by carrying it as soon as she arrived, after all. Now, though, she could only hope that this woman was able to help her. Of course it would probably be beneficial if she actually introduced herself rather than relying on not doing so.

"Ch'at'utuhah, ch'eo nuhn cart Sev'ayn'nuruodo."

[member="Brask'ari'sabosen"]

 

[Alleycat]

It was pure music to Karisa's ears to hear the language of their people spoken in conversation again. While serving in the First Order though, Galactic Basic was the only sanctioned language and was frowned upon to use any other within its space. There were so few Chiss even in the area that it wasn't normally an issue. She would indulge just a little bit longer.

"Chi'acacah rihe'ahn, ch'eo nuhn cart Brask'ari'sabosen. Ch'a ttis'ah, [member="Sev'ayn'nuruodo"]," the doctor replied back once more in Cheunh with a small cant of her dark head, then the doctor switched to Galactic Basic. "My core name is Karisa." she added, then looked around with her glowing red eyes at the other people in line at the information desk.

"There is a military personnel office located at the Imperial Palace and Capital Complex in the heart of Avalonia. I may tell you how to get there, or you may accompany me on the hovertrain, which passes near by. I take it being of House Nurundo you are serving with the First Order Navy, yes?