Public [GA | MP | others] Caldera Crisis - Fallout

[Valery Noble]

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The battles for Celanon and Yavin are over.

As the dust settles, The Galactic Alliance begins to plan for the future. Yavin was lost during the battle, allowing hordes of undead and their Sith Masters to spread further through the region. At Celanon, however, the enemy forces were stopped, though not without losses. The sector has grown far more unstable, and it's now up to the GA military, Jedi and good Samaritans to address lingering problems and provide aid to those who need it.

In addition, after a meeting between the Mandalorian Protectors, and a group of Jedi from the New Jedi Order, the invitation to help with the aftermath has been extended to them as well. They've stood their ground against the Sith Order and its unholy army, and they have been welcomed to offer a hand once more.

Who else comes to the people's aid?

Objective I - Remnants​

While the armies of the Sith Order were defeated and largely retreated, survivors who did not manage to escape linger. In the depths of Celanon's cities, undead can still be found among other beasts. Enemy soldiers, perhaps even Sith, may still linger in hiding, waiting for a moment to escape or attack. As a result, the Alliance has sent soldiers, Jedi and investigators to track them down and deal with them.

Objective II - Lending a Hand​

While some focus their efforts on hunting down and taking care of Sith Order remnants, others focus on those who have lost everything. On Taris, an emergency camp was built to take care of the injured and provide temporary places for refugees to stay. Work together, GA citizens and people of the Galaxy alike, and help those scarred by war.

But be aware — Sith survivors may be hiding among the refugees.

Objective III - Dangerous Times​

Jedi Master Valery Noble is hosting an open meeting on Taris to answer questions about the attacks, discuss the status of the conflict and coordinate efforts to provide further aid for the people in the sector. Each world targeted thus far has been neutral, though with the threat they're facing now, alliances must be formed to stop the spread of the undead.

Who is going to play what part in their future?

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OOC: Sith Order members are welcomed on objective 1, but keep it to light PvP! No armies, fleets or big battles. Play into the survivor wanting to escape role and have fun

 

[Valery Noble]

Taris

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers
Tag: Open

This was a difficult situation.

The Alliance would undoubtedly commit resources to holding the Sith back, but the war was being fought on neutral planets. Their cooperation was vital, but they could just as easily agree to other forms of aid, from different sources. It could spark conflict or make for a chaotic environment where people wanting to do good stepped on each other's toes.

Worse, it could be exploited by those with bad intentions.

For that very reason, Valery had decided to organize a meeting on Taris, open to all who wanted to stand against the Sith Order and its crimes against innocents. She was hoping to see representatives of planets, of the Mandalorians and perhaps of others willing to help.

Together, they could coordinate efforts to keep the people safe.

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

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Location: Celanon
Objective: Find Undead & Sith and tell them to GTFO
Tags: Open

So far many people were either unwilling or unable to provide many leads about hold out Siths or undead running around the planet. Kat was going door to door, knocking and asking questions. It was good old fashion detective work and she knew some of the Marshall's were helping with that, but they were not tracking down a ton of leads. She knew there were probably SWAT teams getting ready to do sweeps, but those might not find the Sith who were cunning enough to hide among the masses. That's where the old fashioned investigation work had to come in.

The issue was people were either too scared to talk, did not want to get invovled, or were injured and traumatized so much they couldn't talk. Kat had already had several civilians escorted to the medical facilities but no real leads were presenting themselves.

She sighed as she continued her sweep of the neighborhood.

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[Joran Olan]

A GUIDING LIGHT

Location: Taris, Emergency Camp
Tags: Open
Post: 1

Sweat beaded Joran's forehead as he applied the cold cloth to the woman's forehead. The action was done more to distract her as Joran worked Force Healing across her body. Dozens of minor injuries; cuts scrapes and bruises, anyone of which was hardly a concern but with so many together, her body had been pushed to the brink of collapse. Joran guided the Force through her body, directing the bodies natural healing processes and reinforcing her strength with some of his own. In this woman's case, she would heal on her own with time, she just needed a helping hand to get the process started, and the energy to take care of herself.

It was just one of many such healings Joran had done in the past hour, each one slowly draining his energy, yet he could not stop. He pushed himself back to his feet, ignoring his own aches, and pushed back against the exhaustion that threatened to take him down. There were too many other people that needed his help, and not nearly enough time to get to them all if Joran took time to sleep. For now, the Living Force would aid him.

Joran made his way out of the small tent, originally designed to hold five people, but currently holding nearly twenty. It was much the same for the rest of the camp, a complex of tents and quickly constructed metal structures that spread as far as the eye could see in every direction. Thousands of people moved around the camp, many of them sporting bandages or other obvious injuries, while others carried within them a gnawing sickness, a darkness that sought to overwhelm and destroy from within.

This was what the Sith did. This was the outcome of their greed and ambition, their unending desire to control all, or destroy that which they could not. It pained Joran, a pain in his very soul, to see the countless lives that were destroyed because of the thoughtless actions of a few. Turning, Joran began to make his way towards the next tent in the medical district of the camp when he stopped midstep. Snapping his head around, Joran looked into the distance. There was another presence in the camp, a darkness that was not of a sickness or disease. A more natural darkness, one that Joran had encountered far too often.

It would seem danger lurked even here.

 

[Jenn Kryze]

Beskar'gam
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| Location | Taris
| Objective | Represent Clan Kryze

Jenn was recognized and honored by her people for her singular vision... and what some might even call foresight. The barbarity of the Crusade, the resurgence of the old enemy - the Alor of Clan Kryze had warned the Mando'ade, and those who chose to heed her words had come to regard her as a savior, a figure larger than life. No matter how much she told herself that she hated the adulation, the siren kept on using this near-fanatical devotion to her cause to try and shift the culture of her Clan from a cult of personality to the pursuit of an ideal; so it was that she had brought her warriors to the aid of those in need of heroes, teaching them the importance of fighting on behalf of the weak and defenseless.

Under her leadership, Clan Kryze was born anew in fire and blood, ready to meet the glory and terrors of a new age with the stubborn determination so characteristic of their people. The road before them was theirs to walk, and theirs alone. Just as the Mandalorian Enclave pursued the barbarity of the old ways and besmirched its good name, the Mandalorian Protectors chased the ghosts of the past, trying to emulate that which had brought them only ruin and misery.

Let them walk headlong into ruination. Ours is the Way.

The Sith Order had returned, and brought horrors in their wake. Undead monstrosities rampaging through the stars were perhaps only a prelude, and Jenn would not sit idly by as the innocent were butchered by the ancient enemy. And neither would her warriors.

The Sword of the Jedi had called for a meeting on Taris, and so it was that the Alor made to join the gathering with her honor guard, their armor still battle-scarred from the fighting waged on Onderon. Theirs was not a resplendent armor, shiny and parade-ready: they looked fresh from the fight, and utterly uncaring of their appearance. If anything, the battle damage and chipped paint only made them appear like revenants, their lack of affiliation to anyone but themselves leaving them as a dangerous wildcard in the eyes of some.

For now, Jenn gave her dearest friend a nod of acknowledgement, before bringing her hand over her heart and extending it towards her silently. A wordless gesture of peace, and an assurance.

I've got your back.

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Valery Noble ​

 

[Cessair Ideon]

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Vice Admiral Ideon's eyes wandered into the distance, as he contemplated the upcoming Caldera Crisis Conference. Despite the chaos unfolding beyond the borders of Alliance Space, the Alliance Navy couldn't turn a blind eye to the Call to Taris. While they weren't obligated to aid the affected worlds, they couldn't forsake the core values of the Alliance.

They were determined to defend every planet in the galaxy against the looming threat of the Sith Empire, Imperial Warlords and even the looming rumors of a resurgent Brotherhood of the Maw. Each of these threats drained more and more resources from the Galactic Alliance despite the thriving economy driven by war manufacturing across a dozen sectors.

Valery Noble, the esteemed Grand Master of the New Jedi Order, had called upon a diverse group of individuals and organizations to lend their support. Representatives from planetary governments, Mandalorians, and influential figures with substantial wealth had been summoned. Standing firmly behind the Vice-Admiral, the 175th Chandrila Naval Task Force delegation gathered around the conference area, ready to offer their assistance.

"Master Noble, do we have any information about the surrounding systems? Have they reported further undead activity? Ideon asked Valery Noble to gain more information, offering a brief recognition towards the representative of Clan Kryze, Jenn Kryze , Despite the Mandalorian-Alliance engagement causing a sense of mistrust among most of the Alliance Navy, Ideon still showed respect. However, he couldn't help but wonder why there were no reports from other sectors if the undead army was indeed on the move.

 

[Vincenzo Krugar]

• Location - Taris
• Objective 3 - Meeting

Positioned discreetly at the rear of the meeting room, Krugar refrained from overtly announcing his presence. In this moment, he observed, contemplating whether he would choose to participate in upcoming conflicts or if, as it appeared, the Sith would entangle his company in chaos.

Attired in straightforward combat fatigues devoid of unnecessary plastoid attachments, Krugar's attention flitted between the diverse occupants, pondering the dynamic range of individuals present. After a brief pause, he seized an opportunity to subtly make his presence known, posing a question, "What is causing these undead? Have the Sith acquired some relic, or are they now taking matters seriously?"

Another unsettling thought surfaced as he pondered how many other systems had witnessed these abominations desecrating their landscapes. The realization brought a moment of disgust, perhaps prompting him to willingly become involved after all.

Valery Noble Jenn Kryze Cessair Ideon

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

EQUIPMENT & ATTIRE

• Personal Armor
• Personal Combat Shield
• Custom Repulse hand
• Ramikad Jetpack
  • (x2)PK-45 Hybrid pistol
  • Mk.II "Starfire" Plasmathrower
  • Vizsla dueling blade
  • Kinetite Gravity Hammer

Aloy was never any good at helping others. She was no doctor who could save lives, nor mystical sorceress who could proclaim herself a guardian of peace nor justice. That was a grim realization that she had taken as truth in the aftermath of The Shadow Crusade. The Akaan'werda as it had been remembered in song among some of her people who yet remembered a time when Mandalorians fought Mandalorians. In the end, her enemy had won, and cost her a literal arm and leg. And so much more...

But if there was one thing Aloy Vizsla was known to be good at, it was war. Fighting it, commanding it, it made no difference.

War had come back to Mandalore and the Tingel Arm for the first time since Mand'alor the Reclaimer abandoned her and her people to their fate. Same as the Enclave. She would never forget what it felt like to be left for dead in a Sith cell. Thirteen long years as Apollyon The Betrayer 's plaything. The thought made her cybernetic fingers flex almost uncontrollably, muscle memory of how they got there.

She would not sit idle while others suffered the same fate.

Valery Noble had rendered aid to her family and fleet of rebels before, and now it was time to return that favor. She pushed away from the window and returned to the table where others began the meeting. Cessair Ideon , an alliance admiral of some sort- honestly she didn't understand the vast command structure of core world navies- began with the understandable question about military reports. Vincenzo Krugar , another alliance military official by the look of it, asked about the plague next. Aloy had fought beasts like these on Mandalore before, she knew the tell tale signs of Blackwing.


"The Black Fleet has dispatched multiple scouts across the stars as we speak. We've fought abominations like this before, Blackwing Virus, though i've never seen this particular strain. They burn just the same.


She announced with long dormant fire in her voice, passing Jenn Kryze whom she regarded with a slight bow of her head before removing her helmet, setting it on the table, though she did not sit down. Kryze wasn't the only legend here. The High Admiral of the Black Fleet had seen the rise and fall of nations, commanded crusades and built empires. It all came crashing down in that cell, She lost her place as the rightful Alor of Clan Vizsla, but she also built her own house via the black fleet. She answered to no one but The Manda itself.

The Enclave had taken it all for granted, and cast her aside the moment her pragmatism clashed with their desire for Alliance blood.

It was time to remind Mandalore who she was. This was a chance to change the past and Aloy was ready to seize her own destiny, as were The Protectors. The presence of a powerful force like Clan Kryze in this meeting showed her that Mandalorians were finally ready to see what she had seen all along: There was only one war that ever mattered. A war against The Darkside.

 

[Dresden]

Location: Celanon, Inbound
Objective: Do the right thing, purge the Sith
Tags: Open
Equipment: In Bio
Status: Friendly to GA

He sat in silence inside of an old Imperial vessel of unknown origin; a rusted yet functional shuttle, equipped with only basic functionality and minimal defenses. What he'd done to get here was, in itself, shameful. His old employer doubted him time and time again, even so much as sympathized with the Sith and their philosophy. After a bit of arguing and failing to convince him, Dresden shot him dead.

This was his goodbye to living within their walls, a sudden farewell of the most spiteful nature. One day he'd go back, but only ever to cause further harm to the Sith Order. To use their tools against them, to take years of seeing and hearing their absurd ways and shove it back down their throats. He'd seen what they do, yet he was only ever a bug beneath their boot.

Upon touching down on a landing pad, Dresden could see firsthand the horror that the Sith instilled within its victims. Visible destruction, sorrow still clinging to the air like humidity. His information didn't give him much to go on, but his objective was to essentially descend further within the city and aid with the effort of exterminating some pests. Normally this would be something done for compensation; however, it was much more of a personal joy to have a hand in putting down beasts and undesirables.

So far no trouble, but he knew that was bound to change.

 

[Lord Blepharon]

Lord Blepharon the Complacent | SIBC Directorship Board​

Location	Outskirts of Celanon City, Celanon
Enemies	N/A
Allies	Sith Empire
Equipment	Lightsaber, Sith Amulet, Cloak of Hate,Shield Tailsman, Sith Regenerator. Concentration Tailsman Borg Construct AJ

The army of the undead from Odacer-Faustin was just a small part of a bigger attack from the Sith Holy Worlds. Although they managed to capture Yavin IV, they were pushed back at Celanon due to the strong defense put up by the inhabitants.

The Sith Empire had managed to make a strategic withdraw allowing most of their troops to escape from the battlefield before the armies of the Galactic Alliance closed the net around them, leaving few powerful invaders behind to face the triumphant forces.

The few that remained were lords of considerable skill, having been tasked with leading the undead army across the planet to crush the defenders. One such individual was the Givin Sith Lord - Lord Blepharon of the Sith-Imperial Banking Clan who had been assigned the 1st Offensive Core to capture the main settlement on the planet, Celanon City although having been defeated by a jedi lead strike team.

Presumed dead, the Givin's weary eyes scanned the surroundings, and at least, the harsh truth sank in. The Sith Empire had forsaken him in their retreat, whether unintentionally or as a cunning shceme orchestrated by a rival Sith lord within their ranks. In either scenario, it made perfect sense for them to abandon him, considering that the Alliance and Celanon Planetary Forces would undoubtedly scour the land for any lingering undead and apprehend any remaining Sith Lords.

"It is logical that we strike the alliance before they can finish their occupation, allowing us an opportune opportunity to sneak into the local spaceport." It would be considered weakness for the Givin Sith Lord to flee towards the spaceport without at least attempting to engage the Alliance forces. There were still some undead around his location, more than enough to disrupt the alliance patrols heading in his direction.

 

[Lehvi Vass]

Objective III - Dangerous Times

Lehvi entered the room, flanked by two Akk Riders. "Stay outside, I will be fine, brothers", he grunted in Korunnal. The Riders reluctantly turned around, presumably to linger outside the door.

He cast an eye around the room, taking in the group, and appreciating Master Noble for calling this assembly. Haruun Kal aligned with the GA on many issues, but ultimately, was not officially aligned with any galactic power. Regardless, the terror that the Sith had unleashed in the cosmos had to be beaten back. The dead men didn't care who you are, were you were from, or if you were Jedi, Sith, or Imperial. They just wanted to spread.

Like a disease.

The Mandalorians were assembled in the form of Jenn Kryze and Aloy Vizsla . While Lehvi had little dealings with the Mandalorians, their fierce reputation preceded them, and he was relieved that they were in the room. And, they clearly had expertise in killing these abominations.

The Vice Admiral, Cessair Ideon , was a steady hand Lehvi was grateful was in the room; he always felt his briefings better informed. He wasn't familiar with Vincenzo Krugar . But he had a feeling they would be well-acquainted, very soon.

"Master Jedi, thank you for calling this meeting. I have two questions.

"One: we've heard reports of what occurred on Onderon; is there any indication of coordination between the Sith and it's undead army, and the group responsible for the events on Onderon?" From what he ascertain from the information made available, it was a coalition of Imperials...and groups- like the Ren- that had been affiliated with the Maw.

"Two: Any intelligence indicating the Sith's trajectory, next moves?"



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Valery Noble | Jenn Kryze | Aloy Vizsla | Cessair Ideon | Vincenzo Krugar

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Objective 1​

"Irni, what's your status?"

"All clear Boss. Nothing in my scope so far."

"Very well, maintain your vigil."

"Copy, over and out."

Inside a makeshift tent Minerva sighed while on her helmet's commlink. She looked to a holographic table with several of her troops all around. Those not issuing or receiving calls were charting the map and stragezing together. So far they hadn't located any major undead infestation and most locals were too terrified to even come out of their homes.

The latter was a mixed bag. On one hand the less bystanders outside the better chances of them not getting into the crossfire but on the other they're not being forthcoming with information that can help. The Mandalorian commando had to resist the urge to groan. Inside her helm she frowned at the map. Placing her right hand on the edge she next called.

"Gakot."

"Here Boss." Growled a Klantoonian voice on the other end of comms.

"Have your patrols found anything?"

The answer back was immediate.

"Hon's Squad located and eliminated a pair of zombies at a used speeders' lot fourteen miles south from your post. He distracted the abominations before his team blasted them into pieces. They're burning what's left as we speak but nothing else so far."

Minerva nodded and said.

"Okay continue the search pattern but don't take any chances, keep the squads together and each be within reach of one another. No one separates. Remember intel suggests we got holdouts including possible Sith. Your squads are to alert the Jedi if they find any hint of the latter in their area."

"Will do Captain."

The end and Minerva then glanced back to the holo table showing her scattered company divided into squads symbolizing as dots patrolling the streets and in the skies via jetpacks or gunships in their sector. Next to her another woman, an Atrisian wearing a mixture of military attire and hacker gear, cleared her throat.

Turning her T-Visor to the soldier she asked.

"You got something Sumi?"

The younger commando beamed with a proud smirk. She pointed to the south east corner of the map at what appeared to be a warehouse district.

"Hanzo picked up chatter from there. The sleemos are held up in the central warehouse. They're arguing amongst themselves."

"Any of them Sith?"

Sumi shook her head.

"No they're just troopers, eight of them to be exact and with no contact with anyone else. They're isolated and frustrated. Hanzo is keeping watch over them."

“Civilians in the area?”

"Nothing but a few womp rats fighting over trash yards away."

Inside her helm Minerva grinned from ear to ear.

"Call Sergeant Tun and Seeti. Direct their squads to that warehouse. Seeti is to cut off routes from there and keep watch while Tun's squad neutralizes those Sith loving scum."

Answering with a new nod, Sumi made the call. Several minutes later she declared while at her monitor.

"Hostiles eliminated. One is wounded and taken prisoner. No casualties on our side."

"Good. Give my regards to both Seeti and Tun. Get a gunship over to them with their prisoner and transfer them out of there."

Sumi did that and another two minutes later she announced.

"They're on their way here."

Minerva allowed herself another smile inside the helm before it faded. The night was just beginning and when Sith and their monsters were involved, nothing was easy.

 

[Jack Sandrow]

Objective II - Lending a Hand
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Or rather, a green thumb.

Jack hadn't been part of the catastrophe and razing of Yavin IV, but he couldn't help but feel the rip through his very soul. As indelibly bound as he was to nature, the disheartening and destructive wastes of the Sith had tainted the soul of a planet in a way he could not easily shrug off. There would come a time to fight back, of that he was almost certain. In the here and now, however, it was best to actually provide help, and to sit on the sidelines no longer.

Taris was a mess in and of itself, too. The swamp was one thing, the natural stink actually a bit soothing for him. The cloister of buildings and refugees was another. There was pain here, and despite his general reservation for civilization as it currently existed, it was important for him to help and heal. If he was to have a good word put in for himself to help out with the eventual retaking of Yavin IV, he'd have to actually step in.

Being unaffiliated with Jedi, Sith, or Mandalorian Protectors meant his unheralded entry was a little suspicious, but an armful of bacta packs and a brief demonstration of his skillset let him in (even if someone might be keeping an eye on him just to be safe). People needed to eat. People needed to drink. People needed shelter.

And so Jack went to work, letting the Force flow through him to surge the natural plant life on the edges of the camp, willing them to grow rich and abundant with fresh fruits and vegetables, to let plant life soak into the fringes of the swamp to purify the water for consumption.

Well, that had been his work for the past hour, and he was already feeling the strain. He had taken a brief respite, laying against a ramshackle wall as he soaked in the feeble sunlight. Footsteps approaching had caught his ear, but he didn't open his eyes just yet. He'd introduce himself if they were here for him, of course. That was the polite thing to do.

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Open to: any nearby!
Location: Fringes of the refugee camp, Taris

 

[Mia Monroe]

Tags: Valery Noble Aloy Vizsla Jenn Kryze Cessair Ideon Vincenzo Krugar Lehvi Vass Valerian Calore
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From one fight to the next, and if it wasn't a fight, it was refugee support. She couldn't remember the last time she'd slept for more than a couple of hours. Even the journey to Taris her rest had been interrupted but endless reports falling in from all across their borders. This was not how any of it was supposed to have gone. Carnifex's attack on Mandalore had set their rebuilding efforts back months, even with Malums prior warnings.

It had done one thing for them though.

More vode were coming home, if not for the prospect of rebuilding, then for the idea of punching back. And she would take whatever they could give.

She lurked at the edge of the meeting, sapphire eyes hidden behind a t-visor, listening to the questions. So many questions. She smirked beneath her bu'cye at Aloy's response blunt, to the point. they really did burn all the same. She pushed off the post she'd been leaning on. Nodding to Jenn and to Aloy as she stepped forward. "Su cuy'gar" she greeted them before addressing others.

"Vjun and Galidraan have both reported sightings. We've had a number cross our borders at Krownest, mostly trapped on ships. Easy pickings. The ones that landed themselves on Mandalore courtesy of a recent sith assault, less so, but we're handling it. Fortunately for you, there's a whole lot of beskar between the undead and the Alliances borders."

It was not, however fortunate for them, for her people and for the refugees flooding past their borders. It was a strain on already stretched resources, but that was why they were here, no?

"It is blackwing, but its mutated, I've a mad scientist who has her hands on a specimen or two that needs some assistance, she's capable but... more hands make for light work."

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[Casteban Mecetti]

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Casteban Mecetti, the Senator of Obulette and Lord of House Mecetti, had decided to make ships of the Mecetti Fleet available to the efforts currently underway. As such, he was seated at the meeting, listening to hear the form which the efforts might ultimately take.

However, he found reason to speak up and ask a question.

"General Krugar's question has merit.

Before we get too far into the weeds of what to do about these so-called Undead, I wonder if they can be described for the people gathered here.

What are they, exactly? What causes them? Some sort of virus? Is contagion something that needs to be addressed via containment protocols of individuals who have come into contact with them? What unusual traits do these creatures possess, and how are they best dealt with?

I heard someone mention burning, but I think everyone involved in this effort needs a comprehensive briefing.

For many gathered here, the idea of walking dead is a relatively recent concept outside works of fiction."

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Lehvi Vass Aloy Vizsla Vincenzo Krugar Cessair Ideon Katarine Ryiah Valery Noble

 

[Derron Daks]

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Derron Daks, the CEO of DDSI, was here to offer his corporation's aid with the current troubles. But he was also here to learn more about this mysterious phenomenon of supposed 'Undead' that had descended upon the Galaxy.

Although he would not say so out loud, the idea of revitalizing corpses suggested staggering potential for medical science. A potential thus-far untapped, as far as he was aware. People were too disgusted and horrified to be considering the matter rationally.

But rationality was his specialty.

He leaned forward, hoping that a complete briefing on the Undead might be forthcoming.

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Lehvi Vass Aloy Vizsla Vincenzo Krugar Cessair Ideon Katarine Ryiah Valery Noble Casteban Mecetti

 

[Sula Skirata]

Objective: Collect samples...maybe kill something
Tags: in the vicinity of Lord Blepharon
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"Hold still."

She had the zombie by the neck, the rest of the group she'd discovered lay in pieces around her. She didn't necessarily want to dispatch of so many samples, but when you were outnumbered five to one, it was always smart to even the odds. This ones fingers raked uselessly against her armour as she assessed the collection of sample containers she had, wondering if she could squeeze a whole head into one.

He...no...was it a he?

It, yes that was better, it, was making her life difficult by its unrelenting need to try and eat her. She stopped fighting with the sample cases and drew her ripper, taking out the zombies legs at point blank range and laying it on the floor. It seized her ankle and tried to sink its teeth into the beskar.

"Jeez, this virus really does rot your brain. They could have at least given you some intelligence. Thats possible right?" She unhooked the sample bag from her back, picking up the largest container and holding it to the zombies head. "Well it'll be tight, but I don't think you really care do you?"

A sharp twist and pull, and the head was in her hands, stuffed unceremoniously into a jar, still gurgling, jaw snapping as she a fixed the lid and secured it with the other sample packs onto her back. The rippers slipped back in her hands and she looked around, picked the direction that seemed least appealing and headed towards it.

 

[Vincenzo Krugar]

- Location - Taris

"Despite reviewing the reports, it remains challenging to fully grasp the reality that the dead have returned." He moved from his initial standing position to take a seat, anticipating further information on these reanimated corpses, hoping for insights that could reveal vulnerabilities in their structure.

Krugar's focus traversed from one individual to another, as he strained to recollect any information from his travels or assignments that might have involved the ominous name 'Blackwing Virus.' Even the mere mention of the name sent a shiver down his spine, instigating a cold chill of discomfort.

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Valery Noble Cessair Ideon Casteban Mecetti Lehvi Vass Aloy Vizsla Derron Daks Mia Monroe Jenn Kryze

 

[Jonyna Si]

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Objective 1: Rescue The Fallen
Tag: Open for light PvP, mostly looking to defend Si Tech's rescue operation
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Celanon. Jonyna had fought here, and yet that felt like forever ago now. Still, there was work to be done. She'd asked Jasper Kai'el to lead the rescue operation, on behalf of the council. Si Tech had spent the last few months working on rescue craft to assist for just a moment like this.

As the Dawnbreaker exited hyperspace into Celanon's orbit, Jonyna shot Jasper a quick holo-message.

"Thanks so much for this Jasper. Wanna put a good foot forward for the GA, and hey, the ship should put the right message out there for the Protectors. I'll make sure not to scratch the paint."

With that, she got to work. As the captain of the ship parked the battlecruiser sized ship just out of the atmosphere, the 21 squadrons of the Dawnbreaker descended upon the planet. 4 of which were X-wings, sent out to patrol the skies for any rogue craft that might impede on the other craft's mission. They were on explicit orders to keep an eye out for sith escaping, and to keep the skies clear. About ten of which were cargo speeders, filled to the brim with rescue workers, some soldiers, some jedi, some civilians. Jonyna wanted to put the best foot forward. After her meeting with Mia Monroe and Ijaat Mereel , she wanted to make sure the Protectors knew that no matter the past, the GA had the backs of the Protectors.

Finally, another two more squadrons of cargo speeders decended down, carrying not men, but Si Tech's newest brainchild. The Stag, ready to get to work clearing wartorn buildings, and sith traps. Celanon had become a warzone, and that came with it's own dangers in the aftermath. Si Tech wanted to make sure that was cleared before people could return to normal life. Construction crews got to work, leading the charge on the ground to clear rubble, and save the living alongside the the soldiers and medical staff.

Finally, 5 more squadrons of the other half of Si Tech's rescue efforts. A Sweeping horde of Airspeeders, one of which Jonyna herself was aboard, scanned the ruins of the former cityscape. LIDAR scanners worked alongside the Rocs, looking for survivors. Jonyna watched from above in her speeder, mostly just watching as her astromech flew the ship, her eyes fixed on the scanners. She was looking for anyone alive, or she more likely knew, dead. Undead. She knew she'd encounter more. That's why she had signed up for this. The rescue crews would need someone like her to keep them safe.

What was out there still? She didn't know. She only knew she was gonna find out.

 

[Seraphina]

Location: Taris, Emergency Camp
Tags: Open
Equipment:

Exiting out of the hyperspace was a Star Defender, looming over the bridge’s view was the planet of Taris. A planet that has endured torment of untold caliber time and time again. It was a wonder how much a planet could take before it cracked under the pressure. Yet it remained in one piece so to speak as cool blue eyes looked upon the world. Ordinarily, Seraphina would command smaller vessels than the Cruiser, however in this case there was a dire need of supplies. Something that the Star Defender carried was medicine, food, clothing, and other necessities in its cargo bays.

With a few strings of commands to her crew, the ship began to disperse these supplies into shuttles that patiently waited to disembark. While the Defender remained in the atmosphere at most, these shuttles flew down to the coordinates where the emergency camp was located. To provide relief and aid to those who struggle. Yet as Seraphina looked off into the horizon before she crossed her arms.

”You know, when you don’t look down it’s honestly not that bad of a view.” Seraphina commented as a bothan was typing in a frenzy on a datapad. To mark off what was deposited and to prepare the crew on the next batch of supplies for departure.

”Maybe so, but we cannot ignore those people or their suffering.” The bothan wasn’t exactly the mind to appreciate the little things especially during a stressful time such as this. The dark haired woman merely turned her head to look at the officer. A coy smirk on her lips that rarely spoke of what her true intentions or emotions truly were.

”That is what the people expect of us. It is what the Sith anticipate us to do. And it is these times that they tend to slip amongst our ranks or amongst the very people we’re trying to help.” With that Seraphina turned to approach where her drones remain dormant with the low hum of energy being charged into them. A few taps on the controls, Seraphina sent out three of her Defence Atmospheric Drones to patrol over the Emergency Camp.

The bothan fidgeted with his hands as he looked upon the drones that descended onto Taris.

”Surely you jest? They just suffered a major defeat, they would need time to recover their own forces and to flee-” Without looking over her shoulder, as she adjusted the settings for her drones to merely patrol and survey the camp from afar.

”That is where you lose sight of what makes these Sith so dangerous. More often than not, they do not think too much before they act. Instead they’d rather listen to their emotions which can make them unpredictable as to what they’d do as a whole. Besides…” A turn of her heel as Sera looked upon her fellow officer. ”It is moments of vulnerability such as this is when we must be more vigilant than ever. I’d rather be safe than sorry.”