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The Nutaaq Snowstorm has evolved into a blizzard with accompanying ice storms to follow. Needan's capital of Cape Velikaya is now completely cut off from the rest of the region. The route south toward the Kuunga River Valley has also been compromised and there are reports of evacuees who are now trapped in the valley. The blizzard has gotten worse and the structures within Cape Velikaya were never meant to stand up to a storm so severe. Our job is to help rescue people from the Cape and those who are trapped on the route going south.


Members of the Armed Forces will work together to help rescue the people of Needan. Many of them are former First Order personnel who were left stranded when the Ssi-Ruuvi invaded. Needan itself suffered much in the same way as Dosuun and Seoul. Structures have not only been destroyed but much of the terrain has been destroyed as well. The local population of 'Bearfolk' or Ursidaans have made contact with the First Order and are willing to help break through the ice and snow to help rescue our people.
  • Armed Forces, starting with the Stormtrooper Corps. Snowtroopers your job is to help punch through the ice, and clear the way for the Army. The Army will come in behind your unit and lay down stakes and chains to help pull up equipment to make the rescue efforts more efficient. Both Snowtroopers and Army personnel are to help rescuers from the Starfighter Corps find and secure trapped civilians and get them to safety. The Navy will be waiting and are standing by with medical teams to help receive these civilians.
  • Force users, if any of you so wish, please help us hold back the storms so we can get these people out of here. We're being told that ice and snow are coming down incredibly fast and we want to make sure that everyone from rescuers to trapped civilians make it out of this alive.

Naturally, storms like this can and do occur, however; the Ursidaans are not so certain. This storm rages too violently according to their Elders. This led to looking into whatever files we had on Needan. Turns out, the First Order may have had a hand in this storm. During the Great Galactic War, it seems we were pushing our industry hard and fast, part of that industry was on Needan. We need to confirm that the First Order did in fact play a role in accelerating the climate changes here on Needan. Then, we need to know how and what we can do to help stop it and keep Needan’s ecosystems alive and well.
  • Armed Forces, the Ursidaans are willing to sit down and help our scientists investigate. However, they're concerned over members of the Cetaciians' interrupting these investigations. Namely their Delphinae cousins, the Orcinos, an aggressive, apex-predator race of bipedal Whalefolk. Be mindful and keep alert, the storm is already causing enough havoc and we don't need an incident to happen on our watch. Starfighter Corps will scout ahead and provide flyovers where they can but both regions' weather might be too severe. Stormtrooper Corps will send out their own scouts, while the Army escorts the team.
  • Scientists are welcomed here and more specifically meteorologists, and climatologists are needed. We understand these are specific, but we need everyone and anyone who can confirm for us that we are in fact responsible for the climate change happening on Needan. Force users, we could use your hand here too while the Ursidaans are positive this isn't the hand of some renegade Ren or elusive Sith. We want to be sure.

Not everyone was trapped in the valley, and those who made it out needed help finding Anishina in the former Huron province. Lake-effect snowstorms, severe winds, and numerous other factors are disorienting many who arrived at the other side of the river valley.
  • Armed Forces, your tasks are as followed. Snowtroopers will work to establish a forward operating post to receive these civilians. Army personnel are to create a visible route and escort these people to this post. From here the Ursidaans will help get the civilians to Anishina. Naval medical teams will pair up and be part of the Ursidaan’s Sled Runs. Sled Runs consist of an Ursidaan driver (musher) and their dogs known to us as the Dire Canis due to their sheer size. Starfighter crews are to keep watch and monitor the weather and climate as these runs are being conducted. The valley is sensitive and an avalanche could happen at any moment, and you must be ready to get into your craft and help push teams to Anishina.
  • Force users, once again your help would be much appreciated to help keep the elements at bay. Keeping the dogs calm, healthy and helping the Ursidaan drivers so they can keep a clear view on the path ahead of them.
  • Medical personnel and humanitarian aid workers our starfighter pilots can get you to Anishina from naval ships stationed over Needan and around the storm, the flight path is longer but safer and will get you to the city and help the civilians, faster.


Nylea Apollodor

Lotus' Legacy
: Objective III :
: Elisea Korrado Elisea Korrado :
: One Step Forward :

Nylea was the odd one out for this operation, and she knew it. The prospect of being surrounded by imperials left her a little nervous, to say the least, but her oath came before everything else. The people of Needan were in dire need of aid and when Elisea asked for her help the echani could not turn a blind eye. She'd put her reservations aside, even if she didn't feel particularly comfortable. At least the Avalonian was going to be there with her- she didn't have to feel like she was entirely on her own.

Though she was a Jedi, Nylea knew not to use that title here. She was simply gifted with Force sensitivity if anyone asked and no more. Her lightsaber was hidden away inside her winter coat and wouldn't be taken out unless there was no other way, though the woman prayed to the Force it wouldn't come to that. She wanted to stay as low-key as possible- as low-key as a non-imperial surrounded by First Order forces could be, anyway- and pulling out a weapon of the Jedi wasn't going to help, even if the blade wasn't the blue or green often associated with them.

Exiting her shuttle and walking into the operating post, which was still in the process of being set up, Nylea began looking around for Elisea. It had been a little while since their first date on Makeb and things continued to grow and flourish between the two. The echani's personal growth over the years had given her the courage to take the leap of faith and it was paying off. Elisea's ties to the First Order were certainly something that occupied Nylea's mind, though in the end she cared more for the woman herself than the allegiances she kept.

Then, in the corner of her eye, she spotted a familiar face. She waved as she began making her way towards the woman, trying to catch her attention.

"Hey Eli!"

Elisea Korrado

There is Always Hope
Reports from CBC's Weather Center had been troubling at best, Elisea was then told that they would be going to Needan to help them. It like so many others surrounding Dosuun had once been part of the First Order. It felt only right to help them when they needed it most. When she told Nylea what would be happening, Nylea seemingly volunteered to help. While the Avalonian informed the Echani that she didn't have to go, the Echani insisted. There were people who needed help and after all, it was her duty as a member of the Sacred Lotus to do so. It was then that Elisea could see that there would be no convincing Nylea otherwise.
Arriving on Needan seemed to take the breath out of Elisea. The planet, a cold and unforgiving jungle in some parts but a frozen tundra in others, greeted them with sparse populations and a huge scar of desolation where the Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium had left their legacy. Star Destroyers, cruisers and other ships laid scattered, snow-covered where they perished. A stark reminder of what had happened not so long ago.
Nylea had boarded a separate shuttle as Elisea had gone with the military. Reintegration back into the First Order wasn't exactly what Elisea would call warm but a necessary step she supposed. The center was cold and distant, not so unlike the unforgiving landscape of Needan's Northern Hemisphere. She disembarked near the staging grounds in Anishina, a long way from where those who had survived the Kuunga River Valley's deception ended up. She was covered in head to toe with First Order Naval Weather Gear. Medium armor with emphasis on insolation and staying warm. Even then, she could still feel the bitter winds cut through the material like a knife.
She heard Nylea's voice and spun around, she caught sight of the Echani just as Lt. Braña called out for her as well. "Nylea!" Elisea waved the Echani over, her voice distorted by the rebreather in her armor. "Come on, Braña's calling us for the briefing." Braña was a little taller than the both of them and from what either could see he had broad shoulders, but like the rest of them, he was covered in armor.
Men and women with the First Order's armed forces gathered to hear him speak. Stormtroopers were already on the ground, and were scouting ahead not too far behind them were the men and women of the Army. Starfighters were doing what they could by flying overhead in Tundra-friendly fighters and skimmers. The Ursidaans could be seen approaching them from several meters away, they were at least three point six meters tall. Gargantuan didn't quite begin to describe them. There were a few of them and not too far behind these so-called 'Bearfolk.' Their dogs, dogs that looked like they were made to be the companions of these Bearfolk.
Braña emphasized safety and staying with their designated group. The new First Order didn't know much about Needan and what records they did have didn't cover the old provinces this far north. He then introduced Makittuq the Ursidaan Elder for this task. Makittuq's felt smooth much like the way a river might smooth the stones it crosses over, and deep. Deep enough that when he spoke you felt the reverence in his voice. "Welcome First Imperials. We are glad to see you, to see that you have come for your kin after all this time. Look upon one another, for our trip might be easy for us, but it will not be for you."
Massive paws curled as one digit stuck out as he pointed to the lot. "Our dogs are fast, so you must secure yourselves, make sure you are secure first before ensuring that the person beside you is too. Breathe with calm, for if you panic, if you breathe too fast - your lungs will not be able to keep up and you may not leave this world alive."
He continued on for a few moments longer and then gestured toward the sleds and suddenly, Elisea felt tiny. She reached out for Nylea's hand, as their team was lead to one of the sleds. Beyond the safety of Anishina, the cruelty of Needan's weather would make itself known.

Renata Westaway

delicate, refined, and well-spiced
Renata stood in the rear of the command cockpit of the shuttle as it streaked across the sky above Needan. The route gave the occupants of the shuttle -- those with forward-facing viewports anyway -- a compelling look at the storm wreaking havoc on the planet below. The circling clouds were serene from up here, above the fray, but Renata knew from the briefings that she had listened to and read that on the surface it was anything but. Cripplingly cold temperatures and snowfall that the region was not prepared for. The death toll might be catastrophic if they didn't act quickly and correctly.

It was something of a surprise to her compatriots that Renata had insisted that she be part of the operation. She was on the Moff Council, true, but she was an urban development scholar at heart. She needed to see with her own eyes the problems with the city's construction. She needed to see what was going wrong so that when the time came to rebuild, they could do it the right way. A city that survived a hundred years was better than a city that survived twenty, but in the grand scheme of things, a hundred years wasn't very long. Cities should be built to stand for a thousand years or more, Renata thought.

It would be dangerous, but Renata was a strong believer that leaders had to lead from the front. Taking the shuttle had been her one concession to her safety, otherwise, she would have joined the ground teams. There was a danger that the shuttles wouldn't respond in the cold, that they wouldn't be able to start up again upon loading up with refugees, but it was a risk they had to take to get people out of danger as soon as possible. The Moff was in snow garb, a white snowsuit with a vivid orange safety vest. Her aide, Freda, was dressed identically. Both had a warm head-wrap helmet and goggles to wear once they landed on the surface.

"How much longer?" Renata asked the pilot. "And can we get a status update from the surface?"

Tycho Desyk


Music Theme
Craft: ISF-35A Thunderbolt | TIE Superiority Fighter
Location: Needan | In Orbit
A rush of TIE Engines screamed in the confines of the FIV Redoubtable's hangars. One by one the TIE's of the newly formed Black Squadron shot out into the void. Tycho had followed close behind their flight lead - 0-2, Dae-Hyun. A native Seoulian. "Black Two, on your wing." he announced over the in-flight comms. The two had run several training missions together so far but this would be their first real mission. If you could call it that. It wasn't a combat mission, more of an S & R but according to Commander Masayu Kimura Masayu Kimura , it was a vital one. :: Assume holding patter Viceroy. Standby for tasking. :: a uniform voice cut across their all comms channel. "Looks like command is still trying to cut through the intereference to get us a flight path eh?" Tycho remarked to Black Leader.

Reaching down to his console Tycho switched to his own scanners, attempting to get a read on what the planet's conditions were. He was met by a lot of sensor static, a few blurred readings, and a lot of white noise. The scanners on the TIE were alright but they were far from powerful enough to discern accurate planetary atmospheric conditions. At least from this altitude. He shook his head, helmet swaying slightly from side to side. "No luck here." he added. Tipping back on the controls and increasing the throttle, he followed the tight arc their flight lead had taken as they entered a circular holding pattern around the FIV Redoubtable. For now it was a waiting game until Flight Control and Command could plot them a course to avoid the most violent of weather storms on the surface. An easy mission maybe in concept but the atmospheric conditions would challenge that notion. Even once they got within the planet's atmosphere, Tycho wondered if they'd be able to get good enough sensor readings to direct the ground forces into the areas that needed evacuation the most. They'd find out soon.

The wise move, she pondered, would have been to remain aboard the comfort of her ship and remain detached from those acquaintances she had so recently made.

Perhaps not wise, but it certainly would have been forgivable. Expected, even, considering her predilection for suffusing herself in the dark arts and those abilities most would consider unnatural.

But Kassandra refused to ever be predictable, so she had read over the data on the Nutaaq blizzard and ice storms with a critical eye to the impact on those sentients not suited to such a violent climate. It stood to be one of those perfect storms that happened once every age or so, that would devastate the First Order civilians that were sheltering on the surface. She winced as she dropped her datapad in the insulated pouch at her belt, before carefully checking the rest of her gear.

It hadn’t taken her long to get surface-side, but it wouldn’t do to rush out unprepared. Her abilities would see her through the worst of the storm, but nearly a millennium of experience taught her that being prepared for the unexpected would also be prudent. So the lady was clad in fitted cold weather gear in a shade of red so dark it was nearly black. The trim and fastenings were a highly reflective silver alloy, while each pocket and pouch attached was thermally lined to protect its contents.

With her tresses bound back in a neat bun, she deemed herself ready. Fingers coursed over her lightsaber hilts, newly retrofitted to withstand the unforgiving environment, and fastened them in place. Each resided securely in a sheath on either thigh, which was more comfortable and accessible than the contraption that normally held them at her lower back.

Kassandra tugged on her gloves as she strode over to join the briefing, in time to hear Braña introduce Makittuq the Ursidaan Elder. Most of what was being said was sensible to such a harsh environment, and should frankly have been common sense. But it was worth going over for those from the First Order who were unfamiliar with such things. She absently wondered how many troopers would perish out of sheer stupidity, and which of them would show exemplary sense and dedication to evacuating those they had been sent to save.

She remained silent as she went to join her appointed group on its sled. Striding around to the front while the others settled themselves, she ‘introduced’ herself to the team of dogs who were shifting in place and eager to run. A smile lit her features and she took her gloves off to pet each one of them, removing herself only when urged to as the teams looked ready to depart.

In short order, she was securely set and extended her senses to encompass the teams and the immediate area, her normally bright crimson gaze flooding a brilliant white. It reminded her of the time she’d spent stranded on Hoth some six hundred years prior, and the ferocity of the storms raging around them were a wonder to be both savored and cautious of.


The stormtroopers were little more than the suggestion of edges in the sharply angled gale winds that blew snow across their sensors. Despite the insulation they had inside, they were still quite cold, and even the thermal imagers were having trouble keeping up with the frigid temperatures outside. Snowtroopers appeared and disappeared seemingly at the whim of the winds, and he hoped none would get knocked over and crushed beneath the shifting snow.

Even his repulsor tank was weaving slightly as they moved, the winds sharp enough to buffet it off track before the driver wrenched them back. Based on the cursing from the front, his shoulders and arms were going to hurt for weeks after they left. "Don't worry about keeping perfect formation." He said calmly into their internal communications network. His helmet was the only one able to communicate outside their tank, but the internal commlink was important considering the whine of the engines and the howl of the wind.

"Just keep us steady."

More cursing.

Outside, snowtroopers were charting the evacuation route, and every hundred meters or so another tank would peel off and set up, searchlights blazing to make an armored path to safety for anyone they found. "It's going to be a long mission. Just make sure to stay focused."
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Caz Ozzel


Keep us steady, just keep us steady Ozzel. the young Private mocked silently. It would be just his luck to draw the short straw for this mission. Not only did he absolutely abhor the cold, but somehow being encased in a giant metal brick and sent out into the frigid wastes of Needan weren't his ideal posting. "Aye Aye Staff Sergeant. Keep her steady." he managed to eek out as he fought the controls. Another gust of wind sent them veering a bit left before Caz could correct their course. It wouldn't even be that bad if he could at least see where they were going but no, the snow and wind made sure of that. Instead, Private Ozzel had to pay attention to their sensors - which were near equally useless he figured. "I can't see kriffin' anything on these sensors, it's all static." he complained. Before he could lament further, a large crunching sound followed by a jarring jerk of the controls shifted the vehicle abruptly to the right, an alarm sounding in the driver's ears.

"Just some ice Sarge, damn sensors." With a closed fist, Caz slammed the side of the console in front of him. To his surprise, the readouts cleared up a bit, enough to actually allow him some visibility. Well what do you know. he griped internally. The chance of combat was extremely low, the only thing they really had to worry about out here were the elements - or chunks of ice and rock. He could already feel the burn in his arms and legs from fighting the controls to keep them on course. It was almost as if some of the control surfaces and mechanisms were locked up with ice. He hoped they could make their objective - or else he might have to hop out into the elements with a plasma torch to free up the moving parts. "I hate snow." he mused. "It's cold, it's wet, and it's forms everywhere." he complained further.


Nylea Apollodor

Lotus' Legacy
It seemed Nylea was right on time for the briefing and she quickly made it to Elisea's side, creating a small and subtle bubble around both herself and the Avalonian to create a small moment of respite from the weather. It also served as a warm-up for later when she'd have to cover an entire sled, an act that would take quite a bit more focus and energy. Meanwhile the echani listened to what the lieutenant had to say, though her attention was quickly drawn to another woman that had joined the group. Another soul brimming with the Force, though her Dark-sided aura left Nylea a little apprehensive. The Dark side always brought up bad memories. She looked to her side, towards Elisea, for a moment and a hint of a smile returned to her face.

The ursidaan elder then joined the group as well and with him were the dogs that would bring everyone to where they needed to go. His call to look after another did not go unheard with Nylea and she nodded at Makittuq's words, keeping them in the forefront of her mind. This trip was by no means going to be an easy one. After a final set of warnings the group were led towards the sleds and as they approached, the echani took a breath in and out before feeling Elisea's hand intertwining with her own. Nylea squeezed it gently as she gave her a calming and reassuring look. She'd do everything in her power to keep the people on the sled safe from the harsh weather.

Once on the sled the echani made sure she was properly secured, pulling at the straps to check if they were properly fastened. One by one she watched the people on the sled do the same. When both Elisea and herself were properly seated she once again reached out for the Avalonian's hand. "I am right here if you need me, okay?"

The woman then closed her eyes and connected with the blanket of the Force that was all around, letting it flow through her. She once again created a bubble, though this time using much more of her concentration and energy. It would be enough to keep the worst of the weather's violence from getting to those on the sled.