Dominion Gran Entrance | GA Dominion of Kinyen

[Thaddeus Wyse]

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Kinyen, planet of the Gran, is an important candidate world for the Galactic Alliance. Its status as an agricultural world could help the Alliance just as it desperately needs it. With the fall of several governments around it, refugees and immigrants are flowing into the nation, forcing it to expend vital resources to house and properly care of all new arrivals. As food shortages start to occur the Alliance has to respond in some fashion to keep its citizens safe and secure. If they are able to assist the Gran with developing its agricultural base, it could provide the necessary boost to help the federation through these trying times.

Several obstacles lay in its wake however and already the Alliance is looking forward into the future. The Unknown Regions beckons with all its secrets and mysteries. The first step is to find a route through the ancient Great Gran Run and make it into premier way to access the Unknown Regions. Only through cooperation and foresight is it possible to help the Gran, the Alliance and the wider region as a whole.

Objective I: Aggressiveculture
Recommended for: Diplomats, Corporations, GADF

The trickle of refugees has turned into a true flood of the needy and the desperate as they attempt to flee the former worlds of the Maw into the Galactic Alliance. While the Alliance is doing all it can, it is already becoming more difficult to properly distribute foodstuffs and other resources between the refugees and their own citizens. Kinyen has the potential to become a primary exporter of agricultural products and more. However, greedy raiders and pirates have taken the habit of extorting the very same farmers that would benefit from the Alliance’s industrialization efforts.

The GADF has to serve as a bulwark against these opportunists and protect the farmers. In the meantime Alliance corporations and diplomats must work together to assist the Kinyen farmers with their efforts to magnify their food exports. Sign deals, export industrial machinery, kill pirates, do what you can to make Kinyen into an agricultural powerhouse.

Objective II: Hunt for the Unknown
Recommended for: NJO/Outbound Flight
OOC Note: please do not come up with a solution to the Dimensional Horror in this dominion. It will be the subject of a future NJO/Outbound Flight faction story!

The Great Gran Run is a derelict hyperlane starting at Kinyen and blazes away all the way to Cerea in the Unknown Regions. As a result it allowed access to these isolated regions without having to go all the way down the Corellian Trade Spine and then up the Sanctuary Pipeline - this cuts the travel time by days if not weeks. Sadly in recent years a supernova occurred about halfway through the Greater Gran Run, as a result a rift was ripped open, through which a dimensional horror came into our world. It is currently unclear how this menace can be eliminated and as such is not the objective of the Alliance right now.

Rather the NJO and the Outbound Flight are tasked with mapping a route around the site of the supernova to reactivate the Greater Gran Run for excursions into the Unknown Regions.

Objective III: For the Birds
Recommended for: SIA

For generations the Tayan Falcon has been a source of cultural pride and political stability for the Gran people. Recently odd things started to occur however. The falcons started to go missing, its old herding grounds devoid and any falcon they encountered sickened or already dead. They suspect foul play, perhaps a retaliation from the Maw or something else, but regardless it would be a disaster for their society of the Falcon goes extinct. The SIA is tasked with tracing the surviving Falcons to their breeding ground and assessing the situation- to either heal or attempt other technological means for the continuation of their species.

If the Alliance assists with this and succeeds? It will strengthen the Gran’s resolve to join the federation.

Objective IV: BYOO
Recommended for: You

 

[Rulonom Laborr]

BYOO: Implications of the Future
Ruto Tane ​

The modernized Hardcell Class Interstellar Transport "Wat Tambor III" would exit hyperspace over the Gran Planet of Kinyen. On board was none other than Senator Rulonom Laborr, Grand Duke of Skako and Settlement Officer of the Trade Federation.

There was nothing within the galaxy that could make him smile more than a refugee crisis on a new member world. The looks on their pathetic faces as they begged in vain for basic necessities and a place to call home after fleeing such harsh conditions. It was a tragedy, a tragedy for their remaining coinage that is.

The Trade Federation would of course provide whatever they needed in the future at a cost. A mere 13% interest on a 5 year loan was more than fair given the current trend of the galactic markets. The Planet would be the first stepping stone in restoring the empire of the trade federation. Although unfortunately he would not be able to negotiate with the farmers because he had another objective to attend to.

He was here within the I'Eris Lounge, an upper class gentlemen club for the richer grans. The spot was chosen for its tight security measures which would prevent conversations from leaking out. Laborr was meeting with Senator Ruto Tane , an extremely practical man that had impressed him during the Jakku Sumit.

"Let us hope that our guest arrives soon" Laborr said to himself glancing around the large private box.

The Future of the Alliance and his profit margins was at stake.

 

[Valery Noble]

The Bastion

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Outfit: Factory Link
Appearance: Link
Ship: The Bastion
Weapons: | Lightsaber
Tag: Kahlil Noble Thelma Goth BB-610

"Alright, we should be approaching Cerea shortly," Valery said after they had taken an alternative route to reach that planet specifically. Others were following the Great Gran Run from Kinyen, but she hoped to connect somehow with a different path. Whether it was possible or not, she didn't know yet, but they were about to find out.

"Bee, can you take over controls for me, please?" she asked, as her eyes shifted to her instruments. "Weird, I'm getting some strange readings from Rifflor, one of the planets closer to the supernova." She looked up at the others to gauge their reactions as well. A strange power surge could be detected as a result of faulty equipment, or maybe something happened down there.

Supernovas emitted all sorts of radiation and particles, so perhaps something went wrong?

"We could head there to check it out, or do you all feel we should continue mapping this route?" There had been no distress call, as far as she could tell, but there was still a reason to deviate from their original plan.

 

[Arage Bao]

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MEANWHILE SOMEWHERE IN THE HUMBARINE REACH...
IVI

It was not often that the two of them met in person. Safer that way, because the knowledge they knew each other closer than to say hello, would certainly invite closer scrutiny to the both of them. Which was amusing in its own way, because M was most likely one of the closest watched sentients in the Galactic Alliance. Lord Admiral Bao (she refused to mentally even consider the Queen title foisted on her) was perhaps in the top ten. But some things couldn't be handled over the comm.

A number of attendants would greet the Director once she landed and exited her stealth shuttle, manufactured courtesy of KDY. Its schematics had never been publicized and its manufacturing record destroyed almost immediately.

Privacy was worth working towards for women like them.

'Somewhere' was an uninhabited moon somewhere in the Reach. Its location classified and scrubbed from existence. Traffic was minimal and security was exceptionally tight. From the landing platform M would not get much more from the facility itself. It was build into the mountainside. Its geometrical features shaped in such a way to be naturally camouflaging.

That was on top of stealth generators, sensor dampeners and other nonsense. Arage did not take security lightly at all.

She'd be led into the facility. Crisp and pristine corridors, clinically made, and led quickly through it. Until eventually she'd be brought to the Lord Admiral herself.

"I'd offer you something to drink, but I believe we are both past that." Arage said by the way of a hello. "Jakku was an utter magrail wreck, but at least we got up close with what we are dealing with." A hand flicked towards one of the waiting attendants who passed along a security pass to the waiting Chiss.

"What have your people been able to dig up about Annasari , if anything?"

As they talked Arage gestured for M to follow her.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Supernovas. Thinking about it, he'd never actually seen one before. As a scientist, or at least something as close to it as he could get in the esoteric way, he was fascinated. The raw power and heat it exuded could be used for all manner of things. He glanced to the others. Mostly to his Padawan. Was it something Thelma could handle? He still had no idea what she could and couldn't handle.

".. I say check it out."

Curiosity won out.

Valery Noble | Thelma Goth | BB-610

 

[Jack Versio]

Objective I: Aggressiveculture (Hunt Raiders and Pirates in Kinyen Space)

There had been no time to relax between deployments for Jack Versio, GA Naval Lieutenant and starfighter pilot. After the combat at Selvaris he'd been rotated back to a GADF base, but more temporary action duty awaited him. Deployed as part of a support operation to Kinyen, he'd been assigned to patrol and interdiction duties as part of Red Squadron, an X-wing unit flying off the cruiser Rampart. Rampart had taken up position near the hyperspace lane, deploying four squadrons, Red among them, to Kinyen space, and to patrol and interdiction missions. Kinyen had been a lawless system until today, and the GADF was on cleanup duty.

"Red Squadron, your first customer is space platform at point three eight five." Came the voice of the fighter controller aboard Rampart. Jack fell into formation behind the leader, with the rest of the squadron slotting in neatly. Behind him, his R-11 beeped approvingly at his smooth maneuver, enjoying the X-wing's unfamiliar systems. Flying an X-wing wasn't a dealbreaker for Jack, but he did miss the comfort and familiarity of his TIE cockpit.

Assigned as Red Four, his squadron's first bit of business today was a suspected raider outpost on a small space platform near Kinyen. The raiders made it easy for the GADF by opening fire on the X-wings that approached. A foolish move that sealed their fate. Part of a dozen snubfighters operating in tandem, Jack ranged over the platform, blasting its turrets and quickly helping in the task of reducing the platform to an unarmed shell. Two assault shuttles docked with the station were blown away by the fighter attack, leaving the stranded raiders with no way to run. The marines would follow up and handle these scum, Red Squadron was onto its next task. "Target neutralized, Rampart. Next job?" Came the calm tones of Red Leader. "Outbound convoy, intercept." said Rampart.

The second job wasn't going to be so straightforward. Two huge grain haulers were outbound from Kinyen, escorted by a motley collection of Z-95s and light freighters. An obvious pirate force, making a getaway with stolen foodstuffs. Vectored onto their target by the cruiser Rampart, Red Squadron quickly ate up the space between the lumbering haulers and their escorts. Unfortunately, the snubfighters now had to contend with moving targets, as the dozen X-wings prepared to tangle with the pirate escorts.

The neat formation split by wingpairs, Jack flying on the wing of Red Three, a Nautolan female named Pik. The pirates, like the raiders, made the mission simpler by opening fire first. "Going in!" called Pik. "On your left!" replied Jack, ready to blast pirates. The X-wings did just that, space flashing red as twelve sets of laser cannons went after pirate targets. Kinyen was no longer pirate territory. This was the GA's turf now.

 

[Thelma Goth]

Objective II
Tags: Kahlil Noble Valery Noble BB-610
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Aboard the Bastion, Thelma was drinking a fruit smoothie. No one was talking to her (though she did catch Master Kahlil glancing her way once or twice with an oddly concerned look on his face), so she was just sort of hanging out in the back.

"We could head there to check it out, or do you all feel we should continue mapping this route?"

Master Kahlil wanted to check it out. Not really having much of an opinion on the matter, Thelma muttered "Sure," before popping the straw back into her mouth to resume sipping her smoothie.

 

[BB-610]

HUNT FOR THE UNKNOWN

| LOCATION: Space around Cerea |
| SHIP: The Bastion |
| TAG: Valery Noble | Kahlil Noble | Thelma Goth |


It was beautiful. BB-610's very first supernova, and it had mesmerized him the second he'd spotted it. Vibrant hues spitting and twisting along the canvas of deep space, warping the surrounding stardust into a gorgeous bloom of colors reflected gorgeously off his central photoreceptor. Something so cosmically natural clashing with a being as artificial as a droid. He was lucky to have been given an opportunity to see one; difficult to pull his gaze away from, it was a reminder of just how much of the galaxy he hadn't seen yet.

Bweeping affirmatively as he resumed control of the Bastion, the astromech hummed and whistled to himself, having mastered a simple tune after Jalen taught him about music. After the horrors of Xa Fel and Wayland, it was almost exciting to set hypothetical sail on a journey with Valery that wasn't life threatening, and with Kahlil here, BB-610 was in high spirits, setting the ambience for his team with an array of synthetic chirps and warbles, chassis wobbling back and forth ever so happily.

Optic abruptly flickering, BB-610 recoiled, glancing around the Bastion's walls in confusion. Something had interfered with his systems, briefly blinking off and online again. Musing with a pensive whirr, the astromech swiftly ran an internal diagnosis, detecting an abnormality in his servos -- a bizarre blip in an otherwise perfectly functional runtime. Turning to face Valery, BB-610 beeped and clicked, skittishly telling her that his circuits felt strange.

Theorising that whatever anomaly had been sourced from Rifflor had also affected him, BB-610 was far less eager to explore the planet than his teammates, utility arm emerging to raise a hand in opposition to the idea, it was promptly silently lowered and solemnly retracted once the droid realized the other two votes.

Oh well. He's been through worse.
Probably.

 

[Lloyd Kelmp]

Greater Gran Run
Tags: Mrir'ik'amorn

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Ship: Clawcraft

"Supernova, huh?" Lloyd reflected on their objective information out loud. "Seems like a hassle."

Re-charting was no easy task, especially with the damage that supernovas left in their wake. No doubt the old hyperspace route was now littered in mass shadows and other anomalies of the like, far to dangerous for regular travel. Thankfully, he already had some experience with charting and an experienced scout pilot companion. They would certainly make an efficient duo. Lloyd himself sat in the secondary pilot's seat, overseeing the starfighter's navigation.

"There are reports of... 'dimensional horrors,'" the man remarked with a frown. "Whatever that means, I'd suggest we avoid such a thing. I can't imagine this mission will be very productive if we're dead."

That sounded very pessimistic. He should probably lighten the mood a little.

"So..." he began, still ever so slightly deadpanned, "How are you doing?"

That would probably be fine. Rika was a very positive woman, so bringing up her mood had very low chances of catastrophically failing.

Probably, anyways.

 

[Mrir'ik'amorn]

"Dimensional horrors? Sounds like some sci fi bull chit to me. Like, those even real?"

She scoffed from where she sat, casting Lloyd quite the dubious glance before looking out the viewport again. Microjumps were key to finding a new path. If she was an Ozyly-esehembo it'd be a totally different topic. But, alas, she wasn't. And she wasn't sure if there were any really left in Chiss space. It brought a brief frown to her face before she shook it off. No sad. No reason to be the mopey one with Lloyd here, right?

Rika grinned inwardly. Well outwardly, at the inner thought. Just grinning at him with no explanation as to why. It only grew wider at his question. She reached out, slapping him playfully on the shoulder.

"Look at you! Learning how to be more of a person huh? I'm good, though. Better. .. A lot better."

Lloyd Kelmp

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Objective II/IV
Star Destroyer Intervention

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A supernova in the middle of a hyperlane.

Fething glorious.

And not just a hyperlane. This wasn't some spur off a mining route in the Outer Rim that only pirates and prospectors knew about, the Great Gran Run connected to the Corellian Trade Spine, the very lifeblood of Corellian shenanigans galaxy-wide. Merchants, pirates, and privateers of the Five Brothers had been scalping, scamming, conning, and ripping off people in these parts of space for more than a thousand generations.

It was tradition.

And Sor-Jan saw no reason for that tradition to stop now, except there was a gorram supernova that was causing him to have to reroute all his freighters away from what was otherwise a lucrative market. And a gateway to other lucrative markets.

In other words, he needed a way to get his traffic around this thing.

But so far, an easy solution was not presenting itself. He felt like he'd been staring at the star plots for the better part of the day, so much so that he hadn't even noticed when one of the interns from communications had entered the room.

What was his name? Dave? Ran? It was one of those one syllable names.

"Excuse me, sir," the intern remarked, as the tow-headed boy summarily ignored him.

Honestly, didn't he have people who were supposed to talk to the interns? What was he paying these people for?

...well, not the intern obviously. But the other people.

"Excuse me, sir," Mark or Bill or whatever the interns name was said, stammering and trying to get the boy's attention. And failing.

You'd think he'd get the hint.

This intern?

Not so much, no.

"Sir, it's... sir, we're picking up Alliance contacts moving in the area."

Okay, so maybe that got his attention. "The Alliance?" the boy echoed, his head whipping around as he, at last, gave the intern a moment of his attention.

So long as it wasn't the Department of Revenue asking to board them, then it probably wasn't his problem. At least, not so long as GADF and the Maw or the Sith or whatever nerfherders were calling themselves these days decided to duke it out with his ship right in the middle of it all.

Not that they hadn't done that dance before.

"We're in the gorram Expansion Region! What the Hutt is the Alliance doing out here?" the boy tossed back flippantly, his frustration with the supernova venting itself on the intern, who promptly turned and bolted from the room.

Craning his head over at the useless assembly that called itself his personal assistant, the boy demanded, "Delta-Nine, you know anything about this?"

"I believe the Kinyen government is treating with the Alliance, sir," the protocol droid answered succintly.

"Treating?" the boy repeated.

He probably should have known about that.

Scratch that. He definitely should have known about that. Just what did he pay these people for?

"It was in the news summary I left on your desk this..."

"Shut up," the young Anzat snapped, silencing the droid. Reaching a hand up, the boy pinched the bridge of his nose. He felt a headache coming on. Particularly when the financials for the next quarter arrived.

With that in mind, as he glanced back up, the boy remarked, "All right, take the financial forecasts for the Bikade sector and run the calculations again, assuming the Galactic credit and not the Gran unit."

"But, sir, the Galactic credit is stronger than..."

"I'm aware!" the boy snapped, rolling his eyes.

The droid began to turn away. Grabbing hold of its metal elbow, the boy added, "Then get ahold of our contacts in the Corellian Confederation and find out why the feth I didn't know about this."

"Actually, sir, the Confederation has been trying to contact you. You haven't been taking any of their..."

"Shut up," Sor-Jan snapped, giving a heavy sigh before he made a gesture for the droid to just get out of his sight.

Fething glorious.

And, as the boy turned back toward the holo of the star map, there was still the giant supernova to deal with.

This was going to be a miserable second quarter.

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

Wearing: Interceptor Gear

Armed with: Ionised Stun Pistol (2)

Old Mercenary Set

Equipment: Medkit

Objective: One (Battle Pirates)

Arrived in: Lysandra-1 (Aurek-class Tactical Strikefighter)

Earlier...Epica

Nathan had completed his farmhand duties. Endless work strengthened his body, allowed him to focus. On anything other than his failures.

After work he had walked the grasslands of Epics in his pitch black rancher clothing, to a secluded spot surrounded by tall stones, and set a few rocks on a particularly large one.

He began concentrating, meditating, trying to clear his mind as he focused on the stones. A small rock was teleported to his waiting hand, dropping into it.

He exhaled, dropping to his knees from the exertion.

He took a few moments to catch his breath. He heard whispers again.

"Leave me alone..." he said to the thin air, his hand stretching out to the second rock atop the large stone.

The rock didn't do anything this time. After a few seconds, Nathan stopped, too exhausted to continue.

He leaned against one of the stones, panting.

After an hour, he had gotten enough of his energy back to try again.

A hint of something made him turn around before he could, and he scowled at the sight of the golden Loth-Wolf, Kennus The Discerning.

"What is it, Wolf?"

"For a man who wants nothing to do with this war any more, you sure have a funny way of showing it..." The Loth Wolf said in a deep baritone.

"Last I looked, I wasn't your Padawan..." Nathan muttered. "So it's not really your business."

"True...true. but you have only begun to re-establish your strength...the war in your soul will only increase in intensity..." Kennus replied.

"I don't need your advice."

"You need someone's advice..." The Loth Wolf spoke, golden fur rippling in the wind. "You are walking an edge, and the slightest step could send you on an undesirable path."

"Hopefully the path won't be some damn fool idealistic crusade. Why are you here?" Nathan asked.

"I know of something happening that might interest you. There is a Dark Jedi operating on Kinyen as we speak."

"I'm not ready to face one."

"You didn't have any trouble tearing ass through that Brain Demon Citadel."

"I had the advantage of surprise, explosives and shock tactics..." Nathan said. "Plus I was kinda crazy from realizing they still lived. I'll have no such advantage here."

"Then you must remember the advantages of Jedi over their enemies..." Kennus advised.

"I'm not a Jedi anymore." Nathan replied firmly.

"Also true..." The Loth Wolf replied turning away from him.

"But not being a Jedi should have nothing to do with sparing people the fate of your own Family..." Kennus added as he seemingly vanished.

Present...

Nathan Bloodscrawl walked the farmlands of Kinyen, a black clad spectre with a frozen grimness on his face.

He had visited Kinyen during the Plague. A nightmare back then, even with the pirates, things were vastly better.

He hadn't known where to go, so he simply decided to trust his gut and and went where it told him to go. His Aurek had taken him to a well developed farm land the Galactic Alliance had not yet covered.

He walked, his barely returning senses feeling suffering and death. It had been a while since he had felt it at this level, so deep in his skull. It revolted him.

He stopped as he spotted a body. GADF hadn't gotten here but a Jedi sure had. Pirate corpse, ad-hoc gear. Lightsaber Wounds.

Nathan tensed as he heard the hum of a Lightsaber. He spotted a large farmstead in the distance and saw a group of men firing on a lone target.

He ran towards them, one of them spotted him and started firing with a repeater, forcing him to block with his shield, various scratches and micro dents marring it's strange livery. The heavy bolts impacted and knocked him down and backward, and he was barely able to raise it before more bolts impacted. He dropped his spear, pulled his pistol and fired from behind an increasingly flimsy cover.

One of his bolts hit, knocking out the repeater user as it impacted his face. He scrambled up, continuing to fire until he hit a second pirate.

A shotgun blast knocked him backward, partly penetrating the shield and barely missing him. He dived for his spear and with all his focus teleported to the nearest shooter, slammed the bottom end of it into his attackers face and and broke his jaw, knocking him out cold.

Instinct made him use the shaft to block the incoming bolts as he advanced closing the distance between the next shooter. The actual Lightsaber User, a Zabrak Padawan took advantage, Force Pulling one of the shooters to him and cutting his weapon in half before spin kicking him into dream land.

Nathan's spear spins blocked more of the bolts until with a coordinated, barely remembered Soresu type spin, he guided the spear blade through the rifle, and then smashed the shaft into the face of the next pirate, while The Padawan knocked out the remnants with a very powerful Force Push.

Nathan said nothing as the Padawan turned to him, aqua colored blade still active.

"Thanks for the help. You with the GADF?" The Padawan asked. He was in his teens.

"No." Nathan answered. "Wrong place, wrong time sorta thing."

"I don't think so..." the Padawan trailed.

(Cutaway of Obi-Wan shooting Grievous)

"You a local then?"

Nathan refused to answer. The wind blew gently all around them.

The Padawan frowned. "Well, uh...it's good you came along when you did."

"If you say so."

"I uh...I might need help...They had nearly overwhelmed me before you got here. There's more of them."

"Why are you out here?" Nathan asked.

"Dunno if you've been keeping up with the news, stranger. Refugee influx from newly freed Maw worlds and other governments is bringing with it a massive resource issue. Planets are straining themselves to the limit trying to provide for every one. Pirates came here, started turning to raiding and looting. But it got especially bad in this particular region. Me and my Master were sent ahead after one particular band of looters was reported to have a Lightsaber with them. We've been under constant attack since we got here. These pirates are savage. I got separated from my Master after a particularly nasty assault. He's still alive. I can feel it. But I think he's been captured..."

Nathan looked at the wrecked Farmstead. "Any Survivors?"

"No."

Nathan stared at him very coldly.

"If we want to find him, we should go to where you lost him..." Nathan suggested, walking back to the dirt path. The Padawan followed.

"My name's Kaion." The Padawan said in a friendly manner. "What's yours?"

Nathan didn't answer as he walked...

 

[Annasari]

Middle of nowhere, Jakku // Objective I
Caulder Dune

Golden rays scorched the sands of Jakku. Within the dunes, the Senator sat crouched within a land speeder, rifle to chest. The fine fabrics and lush decorations she bore within the chambers had been abandoned for something simpler. White and brown linens wrapped her form instead. She may have looked scrapper trash, but there was little deception today about who she was in her native environment, despite the man she had invited hunting.

The transport echoed in the distance, breaking the rhythmic croak of insects. Prey sensed the disturbance. Painted against a backdrop of a rotting stardestroyer, the steelpecker tilted it's head, observing. A pull of a trigger sent plasma flying. The bird dropped near instantly, a final squawk heralding his end. His cry sent his family previously unseen out from hiding and fleeing into the horizon.

"Representative Dune." Annasari would greet on his arrival. "Thank you for making the journey."

Ritual broken, she laid the rifle aside and took a long draw from a canteen. A gesture invited the umbaran to join her side.

"Pests," She explained, indicated the shrinking forms. "Gnawing at profits. I pay the locals five credits a head - but there are always more."

A grimace formed in the lines of her face, considering. Dune had been stark opposition to the vice chancellery proposal, though no amount of theorizing had hinted at what he had hoped to gain in such a thing. He would not be swayed in a day - but perhaps their discussions would reveal a measure of motivation.

"Business before pleasure, then. Let us speak on Kinyen. Jakku's Commerce Guild has the man and fleet power to export their wares. We also have the space to... store... food, here on the station, whilst the wheels of bureaucracy turn to decide who is most needy amongst planets seeking aid." An eyebrow raised, she looked to him. "What we require is financial backing to support major hyperspace travel, and logistic support in these deliveries."

 

[Lloyd Kelmp]

Greater Gran Run
Tags: Mrir'ik'amorn

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"Look at you! Learning how to be more of a person huh? I'm good, though. Better. .. A lot better."

"That's... good," Lloyd nodded.

Yeah, good. Certainly an improvement over their mission in Chiss space. He was certain that being amidst the ruins of her people had effected her mental state drastically. The fact that her mood had improved was certainly reassuring.

"Dimensional horror is certainly a bizarre term," the Jedi frowned. "I don't know how much faith they put in the supposed eye witness. Supernova residue can certainly be odd, and there's a high chance that the individual who saw such a horror was suffering from hyperspace madness."

He always took information with a grain of salt. Lloyd certainly wasn't going to be the one who messed things up by not being skeptical. That was his job, after all, and he always fulfilled such duties with the utmost care. It was for the best that, regardless of the validity of any report, they continue to move with caution.

"Adjust our trajectory by three degrees," he finally stated. "Our computer indicates that we're coming up on a mass shadow."

Strangely, Lloyd felt something as well, but he was unsure of what. For now though, he'd keep it in the back of his mind.

 

[Caulder Dune]

JAKKU
THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE

This was transparently no place for an umbaran. As soon as Caulder Dune disembarked, the sun began its ruthless assault, and he sensed the lighter travel attire he wore would make less of a difference than he hoped.​

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"It's my pleasure," Caulder replied, already snapping out a handkerchief to dab sweat off of his forehead, "It is rare for me to be called somewhere that is not some sort of office."​

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Every second that ticked by under this sun was starting to serve as a reminder why. Some lessons must be periodically relearned.​

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They were both fresh from the political jockeying that had taken place in orbit - on opposite sides of the debate, no less. But business had a way of transcending politics. If Jakku's Commerce Guild wanted to play ball, who was he to say no?​

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For a moment, he squinted past her, towards the wreck now free of 'pests.' "Kinyen is quite some distance from here, though I'm sure there's no shortage of food-insecure worlds in this sector."​

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"I would have counted Jakku among them, come to think of it," he continued, pale eyes shifting back to Annasari, "Are you so well supplied here you can afford to serve as a distribution hub for your neighbors?"​

Annasari​

 

[IVI]

KINYEN | DOELLIN REGION | MOUNTAINS

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O P E R A T I O N_LAXAMENTUM​

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MISSION FALX, PART I BRIEF: AS A MEASURE OF GOOD FAITH TOWARD THE SOON-TO-BE ALLIANCE CITIZENS OF KINYEN, YOU HAVE BEEN DEPLOYED TO INVESTIGATE THE REASON BEHIND THE ABNORMAL DEATH RATE IN THEIR NATIVE FAUNA: THE TAYAN FALCON. THIS PREDATORY BIRD HAS A LONG HISTORY OF INFLUENCE IN KINYEN POLITICS, RELIGION AND AGRICULTURE. THE EXTINCTION OF SUCH AN ANIMAL CANNOT BE TOLERATED. AGENTS ARE TO DIAGNOSE THE SITUATION, AND PROVIDE UPDATES THROUGH THE ENTIRETY OF THE MISSION. THE BEST COURSE OF ACTION IS TO BE DETERMINED BY AGENTS ON THE GROUND AND APPROVED BY CENTRAL*. OBJECTIVE: LOCATE TAYAN FALCON BREEDING GROUNDS DETERMINE SOURCE OF FALCON DEATHS RESOURCES: Tayan Falcons, a brief history — with coloured images [DOWNLOAD Y/N] ...download attachment? y ....processing_cmd:// ..... ..... ....://download complete Spoiler: IMAGE REFERENCE OF FULL-GROWN TAYAN FALCON IN FULL HEALTH Tayan Falcon autopsy recording [DOWNLOAD Y/N] Tayan Falcon herding grounds month over month comparison images [DOWNLOAD Y/N] ...connection terminated

*CENTRAL: I'll write an NPC controller/communicator whenever y'all want some back and forth in the mission

 

[Tallara]

IVI Isobel Nakano Val Pellian Jaqu'n Boiv
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Strange that prison had been the most freedom she'd had in years. With nothing to do most of the day, it forced her to reflect. Of course, by her own stubbornness she resisted, but she could only hold out for so long. Empty days in an empty room forced her to come to the truth.

The old order was gone. The Confederacy was nothing, barely worth remembering; even the people she'd so faithfully served in the years after the collapse were keen to move on. The Viceroy she'd been attached to had sided with the Imperials. Ultimately he'd decided wrong. She got caught, and now she was here.

Suddenly she felt as though her head had been raised from some meaningless task she'd busied herself with. Now she craved information, wanting to know what was going on in the galaxy -- once more, the empty room defied her. The guards would come by every once and a while, and she'd poke and prod. Surprisingly they weren't abusive or mean; if anything they seemed wary of her. A month in and she learned why, one of the guards told her she'd been up against the Valery Noble.

Of course, that meant nothing to Tallara, but obviously Noble was known as a skilled Jedi. Even though Tallara had lost, their fight must have been worth something. She kept to herself about the whole affair. In truth, the knock on the head she'd suffered towards the end was making it hard to remember what had happened. She was just thankful it hadn't given her another case of total amnesia.

Though she didn't remember much, someone remembered her. Two months after her capture, a Chiss woman had arrived in her cell, and with her an offer -- work for her, or keep rotting here. It wasn't much of a choice.

She now knew the woman as M, and knew basically nothing else, other than that she was working with the Galactic Alliance's Strategic Intelligence Agency. Her prior experience served her well; she breezed through basic training and studied the SIA's protocols thoroughly. It seemed like M wanted her in action quickly -- the same day she was brought into the fold, she was being shipped off.

She'd been expecting a combat op, especially given the crew present, but the mission brief seemed rather... simple. Looking for birds on Kinyen was not what she'd envisioned as her time with the SIA. Still, she assumed her three comrades felt the same.

The small shuttle shuddered as it entered atmosphere. Tallara tightened her restraints a little, before clearing her throat.

"Uh, I'm Tallara," she said stiffly. "Looking forward to working with you."

 

[IVI]

BYOO | Humbarine Reach | That's no moon

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M was, by all accounts, a polite guest. She arrived on time, followed protocol, and never overstayed her welcome. More importantly, she never came empty handed.

Her hostess gift was always information.

Even if she was disappointed to not be greeted with blue milk.

"Senator Vahl's abruptness with the committee's formation is in character. She's one of those movers and shakers and initiators that comes from a background of backdoor deals and crime. Born and raised on Nar Shaddaa, her roots can be traced to involvement with The Black Sun.

From there, she was involved in the brief existence of The Agents of Chaos, and was one of the initiators for the war against the Confederacy. Jakku became her home after that war, and she didn't stay there to lay low. She's one of the founding members of Jakku's Commerce Guild.

It was appropriate for her to make the motion for a Vice Chancellory committee — and while it was a scrutinized ordeal — she's the best candidate for it to be a move of support for The Chancellor, not one of malicious ambition. The two have a history of camaraderie. At one point, the Senator of Jakku was a mentor to Auteme, when she was just the Senator of Epoch and not yet Chancellor."

A crime boss turned senator was predictable in the sense of self-servitude. Such players were easier to work with in times like these. In the same way Chancellor Tithe had been. Annasari had some similarities to the previous Chancellor, but her executions were scrappier and less refined.

"I would be wary of her affections toward Force Users. I'm not sure the motivations for mentoring Auteme specifically, but they fit the pattern with Senator Vahl's defiance of the Jedi Lockdown before the Battle of Coruscant. She provided Jakku as a refuge for Jedi looking to avoid the Senate's scrutiny."

M paused her sharing, and looked down at the security pass in her palm. The layers upon layers of precaution built into the station were mesmerizing, and set the exciting expectation that there was more than just riffing on the outcomes of Jakku to be had. This had the feeling of something physical to be shared — more than words. Otherwise, why would M have to leave her cushy office?

"You had something you wanted to show me?"

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Arage Bao ​

 

[Sayuri Hatoko]

Location: Unnamed planetary system on hyperlane route
Objective: Scout hyperspace obstacles
Tags: Corazona von Ascania Silas Westgard

Gear: Jedi flight suit, light saber and shield stowed away
Piloting: AM-S02 Pegasus

Sayuri had not yet had many hours behind the stick of a starfighter, so a exploration mission to rechart a hyperlane seemed the perfect chance for her to increase her experience with the crafts. She liked speed, and she liked riding swoop bikes stsrfihhters were a whole step up. She sat in the front seat of the Ashlan Pegasus, one of the ships recently aquired and also needing to be put through its paces. Behind her were padawan Corazona von Ascania and jedi knight Silas Westgard . She knew Silas would be reporting her performance behind the controls to flight school so she had better keep things trim.

"I am going to take us in closer to that moon so you guys can take some readings." she said to the pair behind her. It had an abnormally large gravitational well for its size, even causing its parent planet to wobble in its orbit. Something like that needed mapping for the purposes of hyperlane safety. She banked the craft and briefly engaged the SLAM drive once she had straightened up, on order to cut the travel time. "This is fun!" she said happily, reaching behind her and grabbing Cora's knee excitedly. The moon they were approaching was pitch dark and near impossible to see against the black of space, it looked quite unsettling, and Yuri had to make multiple course corrections to deal with the intense gravitational pull.

"Any thoughts you two? Let me know when you are ready to move on, I will keep us in a stable orbit before we move on." The astromech unit behind them bleeped and whizzed as Sayuri continued to make minor course corrections to control their craft. He too was getting the hang of the Ashlan starfighter, but it was well built and easy for it to integrate to.
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[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

Nathan and the Padawan known as Kaion walked along the path to the prior ambush spot. Kaion maintained control of his emotions, even as he grew increasingly curious (and wary) of his new companion.

It was the dead silence that surrounded Nathan as he walked, eyes straight ahead. For the Padawan, it was as though Nathan was more machine than man. (Twisted and Evil: 7000 XP)

They eventually came across the ambush point, a burned out little village strewn with corpses. No sign of Kaion's Master. Lots of dead pirates and villagers however...he walked around, inspecting the Houses.

Nathan knelt to examine one of the bodies. Lightsaber wounds.

"Nothing was taken from them. The villagers, I mean..." Nathan remarked, seeing a pile of dead pirates.

"Was that where you were separated?" Nathan asked, pointing at the pile.

Kaion nodded, the Zabrak studying Nathan's cold, mechanical demeanor.

Nathan went over to the pile, searching the corpses. He picked up a map.

"Says there's a canyon nearby where they operate out of an old gunship." Nathan spoke, eyes focused on the coordinates.

His guts felt cold suddenly, and he tensed around the same time the Padawan did.

They turned, staring at a black hooded figure with a double bladed sword.

"When our scouts told me you had survived the latest ambush, Jedi, my master finally tired of your stubbornness." the hooded man sneered. "We've taken a number of hostages from surrounding farms. You'll come with us quietly, or we'll kill them and your master."

Kaion froze, uncertainty crossing his face. But after a moment he took out his Lightsaber and began to hand it over.

"Don't do it. They'll kill the hostages anyway..." Nathan muttered.

"They'll kill them if I don't." Kaion replied, handing over his Lightsaber.

"Foolish." Nathan replied.

"This is not your concern, interloper..." the hooded man snapped. "You're lucky this Jedi is my only task. Depart from here immediately."

"I ain't scared of that pigsticker you're holding, you rat faced washout. Lemme guess, you were the bottom of a barrel of rejects, weren't you? Nice little toady to hop for whatever sorry peace of garbage thought you were worth training." Nathan sneered.

"You have goaded me once, and you shall not do so twice (KOTOR REFERENCE 8334404004222!: 100 XP)..." the hooded man snapped back. "Depart. Last warning."

"It's okay, stranger. Just find the GADF and tell them what happened." Kaion said, trying to reassure Nathan.

Nathan looked at the kid. "Yeah sure. Whatever. Good luck."

"No such thing..." Kaion replied as he turned his back on Nathan, walking away with the hooded man.

Nathan watched.

"Like hell I'm leaving..." Nathan growled, focusing. The strain was immense, and it had been a long time, but he concealed his currently weak, almost dormant presence in the Force and started to follow, but he was already feeling the strain on his mind and body to conceal it. He could only hope that they reached wherever they were headed before his stamina ran dry...


Later on...

A solid hour. That's how long they walked, Nathan following behind, losing sight of them a bit, by sticking behind the odd tree and overturned farming vehicle or burned farmstead. The killing was particularly brutal and senseless, wherever he looked. Even the Cult wasn't this unfocused.

The mouth of the canyon loomed beyond. He hadn't seen any GADF yet. His stomach lurched from the struggle of keeping himself hidden in the force. The canyon had lots of trees, but they were all splashed with the blood of slaughtered Gran. He frowned, but his grim expression remained otherwise unchanged as he followed from behind cover.

They had set up a rather large camp. It was close to a small stream that ran through it. He saw other gunships, and a few starfighters. as well as cages for prisoners.

He looked for a way closer, saw a trail of trees that might offer him cover, and began sneaking towards them.

Prisoners were kept in slave cages. The Pirates were going to ship those off. Nathan could not afford to even render one of them unconscious until he knew where that Force User that had taken Kaion was, as well as his Master.

He went right past the cages, sneaking through brush as he got closer to what looked to be a cabin where a lot of activity was taking place. He needed a distraction. He noticed a nearby power generator that seemed to be powering a portable comms jammer.

He picked up a small but very heavy rock, spotting the generator's control switch, and, using little more than pure math, tossed the rock in a perfect parabolic arc towards the control panel, and the rock impacted, sending a flurry of sparks from the generator into the air.

Nearby guards started rushing over to investigate while he left his spear in the bushes and snuck to the cabin, peeking in through an open window. He spotted Kaion, stuck in a small universal energy cage, an unconscious man on a gurney, a rather gorgeous woman in a white dress and shoes, stuck in a cramped Force Cage and the Hooded Man from earlier. The sparks and whistling from the now busted power generator drowned out most noise as people struggled to get it under control as the hooded man demanded to know what was going on. He spotted Kaion's Lightsaber, and pulled himself in as quietly as possible, reaching for it on the table it rested on. His vision was starting to get blurry. He didn't know how much longer he could hide himself. The Woman saw him, but did not react, instead a pleased little smile crossing her face.

"You get that generator fixed!" The Hooded apprentice snarled into a comlink as Nathan grabbed it. "If our Master finds the camp in disarray when he returns, we shall both suffer...Aydrin out!"

The flashing of Kaion's green Lightsaber Blade against his neck made Aydrin go still.

"Remember me?" Nathan growled.

"You...but...you have the Force. It was too weak for me to sense before...but now..." Aydrin gasped.

"Your Master. Where is he?" Nathan hissed, edging the burning green sword of plasma a few centimeters closer.

"Not far. He was off to a farmstead...getting more hostages, so the GADF won't dare try to assert themselves." Aydrin answered, watching as the sparks were finally put out through a window outside.

"What's he after. Why slaughter the farmers like this?"

"Someone wants Kinyen destabilized. This area we hit. Full of very experienced farmers and crop disease specialists. We're gonna sell 'em."

"Wrong." Nathan replied, dragging Aydrin over to the Force Cage.

"Open it." Nathan growled.

"Go to hell."

"Already there, buddy." Nathan hissed. "Second time around, in fact. Open. It."

Aydrin reached for a panel and unlocked the Force Cage. Kaion scrambled out of it, just as Nathan shoved the apprentice in at blade point, turning it on.

Nathan immediately checked on Kaion...and saw they had broken his hands."

"Sorry Kid...I was a little late..." Nathan muttered, expression frozen in grimness once more.

"Are...are you a Jedi?" Kaion asked.

"That woman? Who is she?" Nathan questioned back.

"Her?" Kaion muttered weakly. "She's Vera Mina . Some sort of bigshot lawyer. They say she commands millions just for a brief consultation."

Nathan glanced at the man on the gurney. He appeared to be a Twi'lek with yellow skin.

"Why's he unconscious? What did they do?"

"I'm not sure..." Kaion answered, in a deep level of pain. "I can barely think..."

Nathan frowned, then went over to the Force Cage, unlocking it, the voluptuous woman slinking out.

Nathan may have loved Lysandra, but he could still appreciate how beautiful Vera was. How inhuman her composure was in the face of this.

"Many thanks, Interloper." Vera said in the same crisp voice she used in a courtoom. "I have the pleasure of addressing--?"

"Did you see what they gave the Jedi?"

"Synox..." Vera answered raising an eyebrow.

"He'll be too weak to respond. He's in a healing trance..." Nathan said out loud. He glanced at Vera again.

"Can you fight? I can't afford to babysit." Nathan asked.

"I know my way around a pistol. I'll do what I can..." Vera assured.

Nathan didn't bother to acknowledge this and turned to Kaion.

"I have a plan. Kinda. Sorta. Are you in?"