Generis to a Fault Line [Mandalorian Dominion of Generis]

[Rawnie Tal'verda]

Location: En route to Rakatan Temple
Objective: Medical Aid/Rescue
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: Rocks n stuff
Post: 1/20



"this is Jarell Xaaris to base camp, I'm at the Rakatan Temple, we need medics and an evac team on the double we have survivors."

-Well. For the moment, that was Rawnie. Rawnie and her big ol' bag of fun and joy.
...Not really. It was a medical bag. Rawnie wasn't a doctor. Not really. She was learning some more advanced medical techniques from her husband, but a doctor that did not make her. Still, she and her tiny team was what they could spare.

"This is Rawnie Tal'verda," she said patching herself through to [member="Jarell"], "I am en route to your location. What is your status?"

Silly question. They were dying. Obviously. And more would probably be dead than alive by the time they left. But she could only help at this point. It was better than having nothing at all.

 

[Prazutis]

Location: Planetside, underground
Objective: Rescuing survivors from collapsed Temple
Allies: Mandos - [member=Rawnie Tal'verda] | [member=Shae Kalin]
Post: 9/??

Jarell was relieved when he heard Rawnie come over that Comlink, it was about time. Things were getting bad down here. Jarell looked to Shae and then checked out the survivors just to make sure he could give Rawnie an accurate report. Jarell then opened his Comlink line.

Rawnie, girl it is good to hear your voice. Shae and I are in the Rakatan Temple, that last tremor closed the way we got in. So yeah we are trapped. Her and I have no injuries, we have 4 survivors, 3 survivors with severe injuries, one with minor bumps and bruises, all suffering from lung collapsing from the dust down here and lack of oxygen, we been using our oxygen to keep them alive. What's your 10-20 (location). We sure as hell could use that evac.

Jarell closed his Comlink to hear for a reply as he kept tending to the survivors wounds.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Objective: Set up early warning emplacement

All the good will in the 'verse couldn't put Generis back together again, not within a matter of days. And though Rekali clansmen were joining the planetside relief effort, the sad truth was that there was a deadline. Not a knowable deadline, per se, but no less important for all that. Sooner or later, the Primeval would come knocking, and if they came sooner, they might hit while disaster relief was still ongoing. As a boy, Ember had spent a good chunk of his formal apprenticeship working in an earthquake disaster relief zone. Poignant memories, even if long faded. Violence had compounded the problem at the time, but fear had been worse.

The early warning system was designed to be bolted onto a modular Shokita-class station. Ranger transceiver: thirty-parsec eavesdrop range. Hyperwave sensor: forewarning of an incoming fleet, if and when it impended. Gemcutter: reversion alert, localized, linked to turbolasers. A bit thrown together, but the Shokita could handle the power levels and the Clan Rekali crew knew the score. Bulk freighters began to offload sections of modular station in high orbit.

[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Objective: Set up early warning emplacement

Among the various clan members responsible for the Rekali early warning system's logistical plan was Oren Beorn, consigliere to the clan father. The wiry old Vahla's fingernails rapped an irregular rhythm on the kneepad of his armor as he squinted through the viewport. He'd opted to ride in one of the bulk freighters, a large modular kind that had several spaceport sections to unload. Time, he knew, was of the essence. The Primeval had made a legacy out of chaos, and a large part of that corresponded to patently illogical timing strategies. If their gods demanded they show up, they'd show up.

Oren's eyes were drifting, as much a function of age as of a twenty-hour workday. He fished in his belt pouches and pressed a chitinous node to the side of his neck. Pelko venom flooded his bloodstream.

Much better.

 

[Darth Libertas]

(8/20)


While everything else happened, Sumiko was still in hospital. Many survivors of the quakes had been recovered and were now being tended to. Alas, it was unlikely that all of them would survive the day, despite all the efforts the Mandalorians and their allies were making.


Of course, being the amoral sociopath she was, Sumiko was mostly concerned with herself. Alas, there was no Atrisian tea, so she had to make do with stimcaf. Then again, she was not buried under a pile of rubble anymore, so she should probably quit complaining and just suck it up. At present she was indulging herself by reading Archeology Weekly, which a nurse had so kindly provided her with. The magazine possessed fascinating articles such as about a ship of explorers had vanished near Gehenna. Don't tell me Reavers are back again. It's getting redundant. Clearly you could not kill the idea of Chaos worship, no matter how many times its followers got slaughtered. Likewise priceless pieces of Eldorai art and antiques were now in high demand ever since Kaeshana had been smashed by an asteroid. Moreover, there was talk about fascinating ancient ruins on Tash-Taral. Clearly she had to pay the planet a visit.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

3/20

Objective: Set up early warning emplacement

The Shokita-class was pretty fething ubiquitous. You could find them all down the Mara Corridor, all over Mandalorian territory and anything that had once been Mandalorian territory, deep in the Unknown Regions and just about anywhere else. Throw a rock, hit a Shok. That was the line. For Oren, who'd spent a very long time on Tash-Taral after his...retirement from the Jedi Order, space stations and slang were roughly comparable in terms of familiarity. He wasn't even certain the Shokita had been invented when he retreated to the desert.

"Where's the fething liquor." That was the vessel's copilot, a cousin of mixed Dathomiri and Mando ancestry, rummaging through the lockups behind the cockpit. Oren fished a bone-and-wood pendant from under his shirt, unlooped the leather thong from around his neck, and tossed it back, where the cousin snagged it. "What's this'en?"

"Tashai water-seeker talisman. Unless you're searching for moonshine with less water than the hydraulic pipes behind the bulkhead, it ought to find what you're looking for."

"...right. Cheers."

 

[Laira Darkhold]

[member="Ember Rekali"]
1/20

When fixing a planet, someone had to pay for it all. Clan Rekali had been good to the Mandalorians in the past, and had been fine with me as far as I was concerned, so when they arrived at Generis I decided to finally take an interest in the planet, regardless of how useless I personally found it.

I stood aboard a shuttle waiting approaching the planet. It was peace time so, rather than wearing full beskar'kandar to meet with the esteemed Aliit'Buir of Clan Rekali, I wore a golden Executive Suit, hand made for my physique. A bit flashy, but it was this or it was beskar armed to the teeth. In my left hand I held a briefcase full of credits to assist in paying for the immense amount of work Clan Rekali was doing for the planet. In addition I had workers from ArmaTech in route to the planet to assist them with man power in order to hasten the process. Something about early warning sensors.

"Send a Message to the Aliit'Buir asking for a short audience. I don't want to waste the man's time anymore than I have to with this."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

4/20

[member="Draco Vereen"] had made a mint, and a name for himself. Certain sectors of the clan territories were still chuckling about how the Republic had thrown the Mandos as a whole to the wolves because of him. For his part, though Ember had no mercy for the Sith, he didn't especially care how other Mandos made their bones as mercs. That was their decision.

The cousin manning the comms -- a nice Vahla girl -- directed Draco's shuttle to a Mandal Hype cruiser in high orbit, with Field Marshal Rekali's compliments. For his part, Ember wasn't in armor either, just a nondescript black armorweave business outfit. Nothing fancy.

Nothing obscene. Not like the monstrosity that descended the shuttle's ramp as Ember came to greet Draco in the hangar bay.

"I'm resistin' the temptation to shield my eyes," he said, extending a hand. "Welcome aboard, Vereen. Glad to have ya."

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Planetside - mountains
Objective: Spelunking and engineering derring-do
Allies: Mandos - [member="Ember Rekali"], [member="Oren Beorn"]
Post: 3/20

It felt like a small eternity until Anija looked up again. And, maybe it had been. She couldn't tell, and ANNE knew better than to nag her about such things right now. Frowning at her own line of thought at the moment, she shook her head and turned her attention back to the task at hand. Namely, completing her scans before beginning to place the beams. And, as she thought about it, the scan results scrolled across her HUD. She studied them for a moment before inputting a few notes of her own and forwarding copies to the Mandal Hype cruiser in orbit.

Some of the engineer who had come along had been carefully moving the equipment into place, and now, she couldn't resist a grin as she heard the portable generator whine to life. it didn't take all that long to place and reinforce the beams once the forcefields were active> Having completed one section, they carefully advanced to the next,

 

[Laira Darkhold]

2/20
[member="Ember Rekali"]

"Republic made me stupid rich. Even I don't know exactly how much money I have because of their treasurer. All I knew was I needed to show folks. I can get you one like it if you want." I said jokingly. The thing was obscene and flashy, as it was supposed to be. Gold, actual gold, for a reason. I smiled and nodded to the older man. Normally I would have tried to cast a different light, attempt to be intimidating and moody, but that wasn't necessary and probably would have just made the old man laugh. Besides, it was about time I cut loose after all this depression and anguish.

"I brought some cash to help ease the tension of this endeavor of yours. Share the wealth as they say. My boys and I are willing to help with whatever you need us to." I extended a hand to shake the father of Clan Rekali's own. Respect. I had that for this man in front of me, and there weren't many that I held such a feeling for. Maybe a half dozen at best. Mercenary work had tossed me into fighting a few worthy of that respect, and fighting alongside a few others. Darth Carach, Vrag, Sage Bane all came to mind from the One Sith. Arrbi Betna from the Mandalorians, and Marek Starchaser and Isley Verd as well. Those were some good folks I wouldn't have met if I hadn't have made my bones as a Mercenary.

The situation with the Republic, it was funny. They seemed for forget I gave them first dibs on that contract but whatever.

 

[The Angry Cheese]

In one of the shuttles heading to the surface of Generis from the orbiting Mandalorian fleet, Tracinya was awaiting the landing of his ride. In the rear compartment, he sat, mulling over how he had gone from being a lowly bounty hunter to... this. Not that he minded, he would never mind helping others when they really needed. Its just... strange. He was raised to fight, and fighting is all he's ever done. He may have helped people, sure. But, it was still a battle, even if he was performing field surgery on a wounded soldier.

But, that doesn't matter. Its in the past, he needs to focus on the past. He shakes his armored head, looking around at the other Mandalorians in the transport. His thoughts then drifted to the ones who caused this... Unsavory thoughts, that shan't be described here.

They'll pay. By my honor as a Mando'ade, they will pay...

 

[Ashin Varanin]

5/20

The scans from [member="Anija Betna"] joined a growing tactical and engineering database linked to all manner of teams. Invasion Anticipation, Downwell Assets, LOS Logistical Development, everyone.

[member="Draco Vereen"]
"The Pubs can be a real cash bantha," Ember agreed. "Girl I know got their whole army hooked on LeviaCan tinned meat. Told them it would make Forcers out of them. Contract's been going for the better part of a decade, since Popo's day. Nobody paid attention. No oversight. Far as I know, they're all still eating terentatek spam."

The question on his mind , though he didn't give it voice, was whether this constituted a gift or whether Vereen wanted to invest. Both could be good news; both could come with strings attached

 

[Laira Darkhold]

3/20
[member="Ember Rekali"]

It was always good to do a good deed or two every once in a while. Besides, after Contruum with the Republic calling for my 'arrest' it didn't hurt to help out and see how the important people felt about the situation. Laughable as it was, I was a patriot and believed myself to be a Mandalorian through and through. Who cared what most people thought, but if those I respected had in put it was worth listening to.

"Its not a whole heaping fortune, but hopefully you and your lads can help turn this place into something we can hold if we have to. I know you weren't at Wayland but I'd like for that not to happen to us again. We got our shebs kicked and we haven't really recovered since." I told him somberly. Well, neither the Clans nor me personally had recovered since then. The clans were itchy and growling at each other and I had spiraled down hill since then. In the grand scheme of things the Primeval were the closest threat, and the fact that I was nuzzling up to their friends wasn't lost on everyone. Some folks didn't like it, other folks didn't care, some suspected I had some kind of plan. Really, I was just hoping it worked out for me and mine right now. That is all I could do. There just wasn't anything worth fighting for anymore as far as I could figure.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

6/20

[member="Draco Vereen"]

"No," Ember agreed, running a hand through graying hair, "no, I wasn't at Wayland. Bad business, I hear. But I saw the writing on the wall back when the Jedi got Larraq to back down over Coruscant. Or that time when Circe fething Savan's Vong catgirl posse challenged us on Myrkr and carried the day to the tune of a successful evac, some singularity mines, and a nuke. Or any meeting you can name in the last five years. You know how it goes."

His eyes went bleak and hard. "Best I can manage is to set things up so the reliable souls can rely on each other. Which is why I'm fething pleased to see a case full of money with this early warning post's name on it. Don't know whether you mean it as a gift or an investment; either way, I don't plan to see it wasted if the Primeval overrun this place. Shokita stations aren't hard to shove into hyperspace, for short distances anyway, and the big sensor setup doesn't change that. They come this way, not only do we get the early warning, the whole station bails to somewhere safer. Ithor, indirectly, unless things change by then. Cademimu, maybe, though that's a little close to a potential front line. Now, the fun part of the ROI is this: the Ranger transceiver's got an intercept and decrypt range that'll pick up a little chunk of the Primeval supply lines out to Wayland."

 

[The Angry Cheese]

Objective: Escort of engineering team
Location: LZ at the Rakatan temple
Allies: Mando'ade vode
Enemies: None other than the elements. Probably.

The shaking from the landing of the shuttle sends him out of his thoughts and looking over to the opening transport door. Seeing nobody else get out, he shrugs to himself and stands, double-checking his weapons, making sure they are all cleaned and fully stocked, before proceeding down the ramp, looking around for a good place to set up until his escort duty arrives.

In the mean time, he'll practice his 'mind pazaak' that he'd heard so much of. Apparently, its supposed to be able to keep a Jetii from reading you're mind. Useful, in case one of his future jobs brings him face-to-face with one. He also practices his multi-tasking by doing tricks with his pistols, even tossing a small pebble in the air and blasting it to dust with a single, precise shot.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

(9)


While a certain Atrisian had been lazing around in a hospital room and complaining about bad service...err, recovering. Elpsis had been making herself useful in the caves. Yes, for a change she was actually trying to help people rather than cheat in casionos or have bar fights.


Many, many had perished during the quakes that had struck this world, but there were still survivors buried deep in the collapsed caves or beneath rubble. So she had been busying herself by aiding the recovery teams. She was no overpowered battering ram, but she could use telekinesis just fine to remove rubble, rocks and such. She sighed as the medical teams recovered yet another native who apparently would not make it. All the death upon the planet was especially hard for an empath like her, but she soldiered on.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

4/20
[member="Ember Rekali"]

"It's a gift. Not necessarily to you, but to Generis. I ain't exactly a good person, but I ain't evil either. These folks were defenseless and I wouldn't wish a death like that on anyone." I said, handing over the case of credits. In truth, it wasn't a lot in the grand scheme of things, but it would help. I was probably wearing a significant fraction of that case's value anyway. And having Ember Rekali being grateful didn't hurt, even if nothing else came of it. I didn't expect someone to simply look over what I have done for money. If they did, I would think less of them.

"Everyone deserves to die in battle." I said after a short pause. "But yeah, anything me and my boys can manage to help with we will." Even now ArmaTech had bulk freighters of their own arriving in system filled with supplies for folks on the ground and EVA work crews for assistance with the projects in orbit. I looked over the man in front of me. He had seen some better days no doubt, but with it had come experience. I wonder how much loss he had dealt with and how. Answers to questions like that could save a man's life, probably not mine, but someone's.

 

[Darth Metus]

When focus is placed solely on combating the Divine, everything else becomes mundane.

Such was the case with a man named Isley. Twice now had a literal god reduced him to little more than a plaything. Twice now had he, and the Galaxy as a whole, been at the mercy of powers inconceivable. Isley was once confident in his abilities as a warrior: he believed that he could face down any obstacle. Yet utter defeat had a way of humbling a man...and setting an obsession square in his head. He vowed to never again fall to the mercy of such beings as Akala; thus embarking down a road of tremendous loss and equivalent gain. He willingly cast aside who he was; his culture, his armor, even his name in the hopes of ascending past his mortal limitations.

But with time, and age, came clarity. He was mundane, just as every other man. He could train and dive into the Darkness as much as he wanted, but there were just some limits he could not surpass.

And so, Isley set aside his obsession and focused upon that to which he had bid farewell: a people, a way of life. The Mandalorians. Yes, in their eyes he was a traitor...a soulless Dar'manda that was on par with their worst enemies. But right now? Isley believed himself to be an asset...and with the One Sith Empire and Primeval knocking at the door, he figured an asset would be of good use at present. Thus the Dar'manda braved the stars until his vessel arrived in the heavens above Geheris. There was much going on, it seemed.

Oh look, a friendly face.

"This is Isley Verd, calling the Aliit'buir of Clan Rekali." came his voice over the comm. "There wouldn't happen to be any treasure waiting for us today, would there old friend?"

[member="Ember Rekali"]

[1/20]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Draco Vereen"]

7/20

"I hear that." Ember hefted the case. "I do hear that. And the kicker is, for all the goodwill toward men, this is just the cause of the day. There's only so much we can do long-term, short of grabbing some supertransports, loading'em with Generis survivors, and trucking'em to somewhere that's behind the lines. And that's just letting a world stay broken. Not really appealing, but my freighter crews are already getting thousands and thousands of calls for a lift from down there. I've cleared'em to say yes, once the station bits are unloaded. That much fewer mouths to feed down there, I guess. I didn't come here for mass evac, but I guess I'm staying for it, and this..." He brandished the case of money. "...this'll go a long way toward making some change for a few. So thanks for that.

"As far as your men go, there's already knots of locals sizing up my freighters as escape routes. A little judicious crowd control wouldn't go amiss; don't want people crushing each other to get aboard. Think you can arrange for that? Minimal force, maximum order?"

 

[Anija Betna]

[member="Ember Rekali"], [member="Oren Beorn"],[member="Elpsis Kallikora"] [member="Tracinya be Gra'tua"]
Post: 3/20

Rocks. Fething rocks. Anija swore slightly under her breath as she, along with her engineering crews continued to shift rubble and reinforce the tunnel walls. And, she had to admit that it was very nice to see the extra pairs of hands that kept trickling into the tunnels. Among them, Elpsis and Tracinya. The first, she knew, and she still felt that she owned the woman more than she could ever repay. As for Tracinya, he was relatively new to the clans, but she was glad to see him diving in boot-first to help. As she thought about this, she continued through the tunnels, carefully erecting supports and forcefields as they went