Focus on the Vision [Galactic Alliance Dominion of Fondor]

[Placeholder 0133]

Location: Station
Objective: One
Allies: [member="Ijaat Akun"], [member="Ylvaris Desman"], [member="Coren Starchaser"],

"Khelgast and the Beast. We don't know the latter's name. The former is a veteran." Rook stood a little taller as he finished speaking. Even with such small numbers, he could not help but feel pride in his warriors. They would continue to prove themselves today, and as they gained renown, they would grow similarly in number. A true legion; that was the goal.

The High Lord fell silent as the Commander gave his briefing. It was short and to the point. These pirates had found a location on the station and dug in. Excessive collateral damage could damage the station, and likely get someone killed, so discretion was needed. The Dreadguard would need to be careful with their shots here.

"We'll leave two alive. If more surrender, then they'll live. If not..." He shrugged, "You know how I feel about pirates."

Cracking a thin-lipped smile, Rook turned toward his fellow warriors. "Commander Starchaser will be joining us. The station is not Architect make. If you shoot the walls, there will be holes. Watch your fire, take captives if possible, we need information more than we need corpses."

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Objective 2.
Location: Busting the atmosphere over Fondor
Allies: The GA

(1)

To say Coci was a long way from home would be an understatment and yet here she is. Before this, she was on Ossus when word come to her that the GA was moving toward Fondor. Coci had patched orders through to Voss asking for a ship, a Heavenshield Class Heavy Cruiser named, well it did not have a name but she called it "Blondie". It arrived to Ossus laden with medical supplies and equipment from the Silver Sanctum supplies, if she can help she will.

On arrival, the ships crew began descent and would land Blondie near a small town on the outskirts of the city. She had no nostalgia for Fondor, never been here before this day, beside she has not time for such things, there was work to be done. Matsu had wasted no time in getting here too, always on the move that one, but Coci will do her duty as Jedi and to a new ally.

To say she was pleased to be on the ground once more, another understatment as she hates flying and so she was the first one off the ship to begin to access the need of this small town.

 

[Darth Eversor]

Location: Station
Objective: One
Allies: [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Rook"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

Kelghast also didn't like pirates as much as the next guy. They'd die anyway, no point in saying anything about them. "They'll be made to surrender. If not, let's go for non-lethal approaches. A couple of broken bones or limbs wouldn't be too bad." Kelghast inspected his rifle for a moment, wiping off some dust. "Commander Starchaser? I'm not familiar with that name, Rook. And I don't like names I don't know." He paused. "The compromise should be fairly easy then if it's just pirates we're here to put down. Like dogs." He gave a dry laugh, freeing his left gauntlet and patting Rook on the shoulder.

There was still some unease to the juggernaut. One would think such an entity of battle wouldn't feel in such a way, but no matter how big a man and his weapons, the heart is still vulnerable to memories. Rook might pick up on this given how long he's known Kelghast.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Objective 2: Humanitarian aid
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"], [member="Avalore Eden"]
Location: Streets of random city on Fondor
[2/20]

"What will happen to us?"

Gabriel knelt down, the light of the lampshade above whirled with a sound of electricity. It buzzed with a symphony, no need for ignition, as it collected the local insects upon the dome of it's lighting. He merely smiled and handed the man a piece of baguette bread.

"I don't know." He paused, knee feeling the dampness of the duracrete. He looked upon a family. The sort that was expecting him to know, to have an answer for the question presented by a father who had lost everything. Gabriel had lost Reverance somewhere along the way but hadn't lost the bluntness of his commentary, not truly knowing the value of the soft truth. Unless it was hard, it felt like deception. And perhaps in that moment, he realized the fault of such black and white perception of the situation. These people didn't need the truth spoken from ignorant lips, they needed comfort. Comfort in knowing that the universe didn't revolve around war. "How long have you all been here?" He interrupted, cutting off as they progressed towards another question.

"Months." The man answered, a small girl clinging to his side and a gaunt woman sandwiching her between the two. They were a family and Gabriel couldn't help but smile, standing and walking over to the GADF forces. Pulling additional rations, he knelt again and handed it to the father. The father seemed to scowl as Gabriel became apologetic. "The Alliance will do what it can to help."

"Well what you can do isn't enough."

Gabriel agreed but not to the myopic extent that his silent nod might suggest. He frowned and gave a tilt. "I'm sorry. We will help your family as we can." He said blankly, hoping that it was the case, as he moved on. There were many mouths to feed and while the Alliance was becoming prominent, their resources were still limited.

 

[Tegaea Alcori]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
1/20

Memories. Oh yes, she had memories of Fondor, of this penthouse. Some were good, some were….

Even though she was alone she shook her head rapidly. She was not going to think about the bad thoughts.

As she came down from the rooftop speeder pad she heard her wife talking. She headed over.

“I’m glad at least no one’s been in here since we left. Was surprised our codes still worked,” she said to Siobhan with a smile.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Rook"] | [member="Ylvaris Desman"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"]
[3/20]

The sitrep almost made the Beast laughed, and behind his full-helm he did grin, with a touch less ferality than before. Swiftly the nod came as the intel was dispersed and strategies given. Silence was his answer, except to rack the slide on his boltgun, letting it hang by the baldric armed and ready as he drew the bolt pistol, seeming tiny in his gauntleted hands. With his free limb, he reached back, unlimbering the vibrosword and thumbing it's powercell on as he swung it experimentally, making several nearby on the deck eye him rather worriedly.

Raising the blade, he brought it to rest against the shoulder-plate he now wore, and nodded sternly, rolling his armored head as if to crack his neck. Finally, he spoke, his voice modulated and gritty from the helmets systems.

"Pirates... Should be easy... I should likely either lead to clear point, or remain fire support. My weapons are not terribly kind to those we might wish to take prisoner."

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective 1
[member="Rook"]
[member="Ijaat Akun"]
[member="Ylvaris Desman"]

Location: Station
Post: 5/20

Non lethal was fine. Coren was a Warden, he was fine going after pirates with prejudice. Especially the ones that were hitting such an important world for the refugees as Fondor. He nodded as he started to slip his helmet on. A lighter armor than he was used to, but it was the testing phase right now. “I’ll upload the station maps. We’ve got a beacon placed outside of the engineering bay that the mouse droids can’t get into.” He spoke through his helmet, a bit of an intercom system, but as long as the other Dreadguard were using the Alliance channels, the comlinks would work.

With the Dreadguard and the Tiburons, and all the other units like them, the Alliance was no stranger to flavor, and that was a boost to the group as a whole.

Pulling out his Power Nine, Coren nodded down the corridor. “The lift will take us down to the engineering level. Apparently our droids are having trouble getting through. Frakkers have trapped it, so we need to worry about that.” As he got to the turbolift, he activated the controls and the door opened up. Here went nothing.

 

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Location: Elevator
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Ylvaris Desman"], [member="Ijaat Akun"]

"You have point Beast. We'll make sure your shebs aren't set on fire by an excited pirate with a zippo." Rook boomed as her stepped aboard the elevator. The thing actually shifted a little bit as all three of the Dreadguard stepped aboard. Together, they weighed about as much as your average tank; not likely what the elevator was built to withstand. Rook just shrugged it off.

Right now, Khelgast had his attentions. He made switched over to a private team comm -- one that hosted only the Dreadguard and Coren as of now -- and put words to what he was thinking. "Something is off with you brother. Tell us." It was worded like a command, but the reality of it was worry. A plate-bound hand reached over to rest on Khelgast's shoulder.

Warlord or not, Rook loved his brothers and sisters. If something was troubling Khelgast, then he wanted to know. There were no secrets in a team like this, and Rook was giving Coren the special privilege of being allowed to participate in this particularly intimate conversation.

Such was the norm before the bloodshed began.

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

Objective #3 [Corporate/Economical/Technical]
Location: Fondor Guild of Starshipwrights
Representing: Incom Corporation
Tags: [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Post: 1/20

Being able to breathe easy again after First Order cretins were ousted from Eriadu, where the building of Incom Corporation's newest headquarters had finally achieved completion, was a welcome thing. Still, a large portion of corporate assets were operating in neutral territory, which only served to make them ripe for the taking by any galactic entity that saw fit to do so, and of all the factions vying for territory in the local area, the Galactic Alliance was the only one that jived with his personal convictions, and the corporate vision. That they now sought to bring Fondor into the fold was of benefit and aligned with his intentions to make Incom and its well-known X-Wings a symbol of the Alliance. He had already pledged so, and now it was being acted on.

But it wasn't just corporate interests that played, here. He was a keen student, delving into the history of each place where the company had set foot under his predecessor's direction, to begin to make certain that the relationship between the locals and himself was good. Though the majority of Fondor's shipyards were silent, one sector was still lively, and it was his; it was within his best interests to see the complex prosper again, he felt he had a duty to lend a hand. Thus, he was here, picking out the blonde Omega Pyre representative easily as the one to talk to.

"Miss Kreelan?" Or was that Prex? "Word is, you're the one I'm to talk to about getting my hands into making Fondor and its yards a force, again."

He stopped, not directly in front of the woman, but at an angle, and proffered his right hand, the other remaining in-pocket.

"Kelly Perris, Incom. I've already got a head start, but it's quiet being the only active producer here."

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE: BYOO
LOCATION: ANS LIBERATOR, BRIDGE
[3/20]

---

The swimming darkness swelled around him, like a massive shapeless beast. Tachon found himself swallowed up in that, with no idea where he was or where he was going. He felt alone. From the depths of nothing, came a glow. It was as a spectrum, but as the darkness withdrew, it merely shrank to one side of the glow. Furthering from the twisting abyssal dark, a bright light shone. Where the dark was comforting and seductive, easy to curl up and lose one's self, the light threatened to blind him. To look upon it was as though he were being drawn into the star he knew he was near. A weight fell upon the Iridonian. The gravity of responsibility. He was being asked to make a choice. He looked from the writhing darkness to the blinding light, and found himself desiring neither. He wanted freedom. Choice.

From the middle of the binary system in his mind, a third path made itself known. Where the dark and light seeped in and touched. Where he would not know the abyssal dark or the burning light, but touch and know both without being absorbed. He took his first few steps, and as he walked his confidence grew. This twilit area, where tendrils of dark played with rays of light, made him feel at ease. Like his destiny was his own. When he had firmly planted himself in the depths of the road he chose, the world was clouded in a silvery fog. He peered through it, and saw another Zabrak. He approached.

"You've made an interesting decision, Iridonian," the Zabrak said, "Most choose the comfortable dark, the promise of brutal power. You..." the Zabrak stepped fully out of the fog, revealing himself to be a mirror of Tachon.

"...Chose something far more limitless."

 

[Darth Eversor]

Location: Elevator
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Rook"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Ijaat Akun"]

Kelghast noticed the shift of weight in the elevator as they all stepped on. He nodded to Ijaat as a confirmation about covering his six. He then looked to Rook with heavy eyes behind his helmet, something he could probably simply feel. There was a bond between the original team that couldn't be taken or traded for anything else, they were all one in a sense. Kelghast hated that in some way. "I remember what once was. It's nothing and it won't get in the way of this mission." The behemoth of armor shook the feelings off and shifted his shoulders. The body language would probably be a dead giveaway that the old Kelghast was emerging in one manner or another, but not quite. His past was becoming quite the noticeable aura in the elevator, like an elephant in the room almost. Except the room was Kelghast's mind and the elephant was the decaying past shambling ever closer like a cadaver.

"Don't ask anymore questions." He barked, halfway ordering his brother.

I wasn't strong enough. I am now.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Rook"] | [member="Ylvaris Desman"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"]
[4/20]

The interaction between his squadmates was not new, but he remained silent and stoic for the most part, only blanching just slightly as it rocked with their weight. His response to Rook was to nod at the giving of point to him. That was wise of his superior, and honestly best for the squad. The boltgun and pistol he carried were quite deadly, and there wasn't much use to the sword he carried being behind others. The sword was still a mystery to him really, but it felt right in his hands, and he had seemed to recall its' use without any training, much to the surprise of those at Sullust. In point of fact, he was beyond skilled with it, and truth be told no one at the base back on Sullust could really rival him with a blade. Which was strange, as there was nothing he remembered of the blade in his flash-training and such.

Turning his helmet to Coren, the haunting voice echoed out from his helmet, respectful, but curious. For his part, he ignored the chatter on the comm, and the only sign of it being noted was, before his gaze turned to Coren, a nod to the other two clad like him. It was simple, but said all it needed to. The past was the past, and the Beast did not care. They were brothers now.

"Will you be up front with me, flyboy, or do you prefer to hang in back?"

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Obj 1
6/20
[member="Rook"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Ylvaris Desman"]

Coren was listening to the talk between Rook and the one known as Ylvaris. It was… the connection between Rook and his men was some next level stuff. He was allowing the level of privacy that was needed as the lift showed up and he stepped on. Checking his pistol, he reached back for his lightsaber and sealed it to the magnetic piece on his leg, where his pistol went. The pirate were going to come at the in some way or another he wasn’t expecting, and he wanted to be ready.

Lighter armor than the Beast, or the other two, Coren looked up when the former spoke. Flyboy? He knew that moniker… Could it… No… He’d have to ask Rook. Not the place here. Still, the next moment the lift would get down to a level that was dark, emergency lightning on, and droid pieces and parts were scattered, bodies were on the floor, and extra weapons.

Not much for good loot, but that was the scene. “After you, Beast, I’ll be right there with you.” Coren reached out to the Force and stepped off the lift, blaster up at the ready, and mind set to find these pirates.

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE: BYOO
LOCATION: ANS LIBERATOR, BRIDGE
[4/20]

---

The Mirror circled Tachon, studying him as one would study a pupil. The Iridonian strained his eyes through the fog, but he could see nothing. He felt lost yet that comfortable sensation still washed over him in repeated waves. As though every billowing of the fog contained optimistic reassurance. He slowly accepted those waves of fog as they caressed his skin, and then the Mirror spoke.

"Good, you are learning," he said. His voice was different from Tachon's. More mature, and with that refined Core World accent, "You have chosen a path that is difficult to maintain. It will test your resistance to the Dark Side, but also your refusal to bow to dogmatic insistences." the Mirror came to halt before Tachon.

"Both the Jedi and Sith can, and will be both your allies and enemies. You will make use of them both, but need neither. Light and Dark reside equally in you, which prevents either from controlling you. The Force shall free you." then the Mirror abated, and his vision returned to the dark of his closed eyes. There was now nothing, for he was no learned enough to perceive anything more than the imaginings of his mind attempting to make sense of what he knew nothing about. He took a deep breath, and relaxed the tensions that had built up over the past few weeks. It felt good to... let go.

 

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Obj: 1
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Ylvaris Desman"], [member="Ijaat Akun"]
Location: Space Station

"As you wish Kelghast." The reply was a simple one. Rook had no intention to pry, especially not now. The last thing they needed was for one of the men to become emotionally unstable before a battle. It became a whole lot more difficult to pull the trigger when you were worrying about your girl back home, as it were. Not that Rook could really relate to the saying, but it still held a bit of weight.

He followed after Beast and Coren as they exited the elevator. The scene before them was gruesome, but nowhere near the worst of what Rook had seen. He'd been there when the Republic dumped thousands of Sith corpses into the great pits of the Shadowlands to feed the beasts below. Hell, he had been one of the men ordering such an action. They had needed to keep the beasts away, and Sith did not deserve proper burials.

They needed to be purged.

Deece at the ready, Rook made his way down the cramped halls. Space stations were fine, unless you had three men clad in enough armor to make a Hellfire Tank jealous.

"Shoot to kill. Leave those we can afford to let live alive."

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE: BYOO
LOCATION: ANS LIBERATOR, BRIDGE
[5/20]

---

Tachon's eyes opened, blearily at first, then the world came into focus. He felt good. Better. His mind wasn't as far gone anymore. He stood again and watched the world below. He could hear high-key chatter from communications, and decided to investigate. He hopped down into the pits and took a secondary earpiece from one of the communications officers, and sat back while he listened to the goings on. He had never really paid attention to the morals of these people. He did things because he felt like he somehow owed them, but now he felt at peace and as though his life were his own again. Debts cleared. He was now here because he wanted to be, and he needed the job. It was how he operated. Every decision based on some form of personal gain. Was it selfish? Yes, very. Was it wrong? The Iridonian didn't think so. Every person should consider themselves, their goals, and such things before the wants and needs of others. Especially when it became self-destructive to be selfless.

That's what these people were doing. Selfless sacrifice. Yet within that, there were undertones. Long-term goals. The Sith were the true targets, not simply 'saving people'. He closed his eyes and mused over the talk in his ear. He was a thief from a warrior race who had been forced mystic gifts. The mystic could be further applied, so it was merely a matter if he wanted to be a soldier of the line, or if he wanted to work in the shadows.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Rook"] | [member="Ylvaris Desman"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"]
[5/20]

There wasn't even a run, really, as he moved forward and quickly outpaced Coren. It was just the natural length of his stride and the general enhancements and speed his body innately moved at. Whatever wrought this new member of the Dreadguard, it was something that perhaps pushed the boundaries of what was morally acceptable. But the power it granted him, the ferocity and ability, was beyond reproach. There was no doubt that, if war was ever won, there would be no place for the likes of him in a peaceful society. However, war would never be won, that was a fairy tale for children.

Stepping forward into the mess further, the Beast drew in a breath, smelling the carnage and chaos that was wrought, and idly kicked at the wreckage as he walked down the corridor towards where the door was. Resistance would be light, he hoped, and maybe they wouldn't reach any until the beacon and the locked room. Either way, he smiled as he marched along, sword held in a high ready in one hand, pistol tracking across his field of view with the other, waiting for any contact or opposition.

 

[Matsu Ike]

Location: Medical Ship
Objective: Humanitarian
Post: 2/20

They were on the ground now and Matsu backed away from him while the scanner read it was there and functioning. The inner ear implant should work near anywhere and none of them would be able to hear it as she was walking back out of the lab and securing her robes with a small grin. "Looks perfect now get out there and protect the medics captain. We'll have them working on a few things to help the others." She gave a nod of her head before heading out to join the others and she had her hands pulling her hair back into a ponytail that went down her back ending in a tipped zenji needle they could use. "Coran we are ready to begin."

 

[Darth Eversor]

Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Rook"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Ijaat Akun"]
Location: Station

"Make ready the body bags, Commander Starchaser. I believe a cleanup crew would need to be standing by after we're done here." Kelghast rested the rather large assault rifle on his pauldron as they all exited the elevator. Commander Starchaser or "Flyboy" as Ijaat called him must have been like a singular sardine in one very compacted can. The scene of the hall was... laughable at best. It would be far worse by the time the Dreadguard and Co. were done here. No one could foresee the carnage that awaited these pirates. They were already cowards for not advancing further into the station. They could have died like real men and women; however, instead, here came the hunting party. They must have been afraid.

"It saddens me that they won't be much of a challenge. Better luck next time I suppose."

Kelghast readied his rifle, scanning slowly and waiting for the slightest movement to start the action.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Obj. : #3
Allies : Galactic Alliance
Post : (1)

Location : Run-down orbital shipyard




Salacia Consolidated had a very small shipyard on Fondor. It cranked out a minuscule amount of items, chiefly ones for salvaging operations or long-term exploration. From buying his shipyard at the peak of an economic boom to now, it seemed a one eighty degree change. Ruined shipyards and mothballed vessels littered the area. While it may look depressing, it was truly a salvagers paradise.


Lucky for him, Salacia started out as nothing but a salvage company. Company could be loose...it was just himself in the Siren's Song pulling in scrap during his Vagrant Fleet days. Looking back it was astonishing to see just how far Kesh-Rimma Droidworks & Salvage had come.


Today wasn't the day for reflecting. Work was on the agenda -- mountains of work to be done. Salacia had hired native Fondor and refugees alike to get everything done. If the Galactic Alliance was going to make in roads and Fondor a powerhouse again, things were going to have to be cleaned up.


A fleet of salvaging vessels found themselves massed near a jumbled scene. Broken-in-half and nearly well destroyed Mon Cal cruisers were littered around a former Omega Protectorate shipyard. It was clearly decommissioned but in well working order. It was going to take a great deal of elbow grease but Judah estimated it would be an excellent addition to the Alliance once fully restored.


"Chalu? Going price on durasteel scrap in this sector" Judah looked out into the black, debating what to do with the broken Mon Cal cruisers. Sometimes hauling in the pieces were better than decommissioning it completely.


"Nearly .759 credits per pound. Thanks to war mongering scrap prices are starting to rise. We should see the profits reflected in the 3rd Quarter reports." Chalu blinked his bulbous eyes, datapad in his webbed hands containing the information.


"Send the crews to scrap the ships. Some valuable metals on that ship alone, let alone the durasteel scrap prices. Skeleton to crew to focus on the shipyard....everyone else needs to work on clearing up all this debris."


"I'll let them know."


"Also....skeleton crew should focus on life support for that shipyard first. You and I will need to inspect it further."