Dominion Growing Pains | SJC Dominion of Chokan

[Highmoon]

Background:

For centuries the sleepy planet of Chokan has served as little more than a pit stop for traders and travelers passing between Hutt Space and the Core regions of the galaxy. Aside from the rise of a single population center around a space port, development of the world has been limited. This is in large part due to huge swaths of the population of the Chokan and other systems in the Maerdocian sector being constantly captured and sold into slavery by the ancient Hutt Cartels of the Old Republic era.

However, practically overnight, the tiny population of Chokan would swell a hundred fold as refugees from Hutt Space and beyond poured into is port during their flight from the Bryn'adul. Needless to say, what little the planet had for law enforcement and social services had been completely overwhelmed, society on the verge of anarchy as criminal elements has exploited the situation and set up shop. All the while, there is the real possibility of an outbreak as a novel virus from Wild Space has been unleashed on the local populace by asymptomatic carriers among the refugees, proving resistant to standards standard medical treatments.

Of course, the elephant in the room is the Bryn'adul and the real threat of xenocide, which the locals and their new refugee inhabitants are ill equipped to deal with. The government of Chokan has thus reached out to the Silver Jedi Concord, Hutt Republic, and Refugee Relief Movement to assist them on getting a hold of the situation.

For its part, the Concord sends out a small humanitarian relief force led by Jedi diplomats and military advisors to help bring peace and stability between the disparate groups now inhabiting Chokan, and prepare them for dark days ahead.

Objectives

Objective 1: Let's Get Down to Business (Noncombat - Training)​

Chokan has no army to speak of, previously possessing only a few handfuls of constables and volunteers to help ward off the occasional pirate raid. Now Jedi trainers and military advisors have come to help train rabbles of willing Chokan natives and refugees into a more professional fighting force capable of keeping the peace and fighting off invaders. The locals are eager to learn everything, from basic self defense and martial arts to marskmanship and unit tactics.

Trainers, share what you know to help them improve!

Objective 2: The Bogan's Wraith (Noncombat - Medical/Healing)​

An unidentified novel virus has begun to spread across refugee camps and the city, likely brought in by refugees who had been failed to be screened by strained Port Authorities. While not particularly contagious, standard treatment has been problematic as bacta and kolto, rather than boost the immune system, actually accelerate the the spread of the virus within the body, from a matter of days to mere hours. Up until now, the infected have been quarantined away from the general populace while doctors from the RRM have started studying the virus to develop alternative treatments.

Healers and physicians of the Silver Service Corps begin to filter into the quarantine zone, with the hope that the Silver Jedi's vast expertise in the healing arts will be enough to save the infected before more perish.

In addition to the virus, the overworked medical volunteers also need help with other issues like maternity care and prosthetics for lost limbs. Some volunteers are also looking to learn the basics of first aid. For medical practitioners not well versed with combating deadly xeno viruses, general care provides another avenue for them to assist.

Objective 3: The Price of Admission (Noncombat - Diplomacy/Investigation)​

Never letting a good crisis go to waste, the Xiryan Syndicate of the Outer Rim has developed a racket to exploit the mass migration of billions. Taking advantage of the desperation of fringe settlers with limited access to interstellar transport on the frontier, the Syndicate is able to charge exorbitant fees for transport. If the settlers have no means to pay up front, then the Syndicate takes collateral and/or makes them work off the fees once they are resettled, becoming cheap labor in other enterprises and hustles. The Syndicate also charges obscenely high interest rates on top of the original balances, essentially trapping the now settled refugees into a perpetual debt hole.

Worse yet, designated valuable relief supplies to these particular refugees has been allegedly "diverted" to the Syndicate as collateral, which are in turn likely sold off world in the black market.

Previously, the refugees under the Syndicate have been afraid to come forward to Chokan authorities about their plight, as the Syndicate is an immensely powerful entity, already having bought off some local officials to look the other way on their racket. They're also dangerous, refugees that defied them or not paying just "disappearing" without warning. However, the refugees hope with the arrival of the Silver Concord and the Hutt Republic, they may finally be released from their hell on Chokan.

The Concord mission on hand doesn't have the forces (or the evidence) to simply remove the Syndicate, especially as they have influence in the local government, so they must rely on diplomacy and good old fashion investigation to sway public opinion.

Participants can choose to work out a legitimate deal with the Syndicate to help the refugees, or simply stall for infiltrators to sneak into their office and warhouse in the spaceport to uncover the connections to suspected corrupt Chokan officials, and any signs of the missing supplies.

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Jared had a few tricks up his sleeve, and with his father taking the back seat, he was the one who was going out there. He was somewhere between the Paladin that was his father and the explorer that was his sister. He preferred to be on the edge of space, but he was going to do his damnedest to take up the mantle his father held. The former Grand Master had students, and people who were looking for him to lead. There were problems that his father could solve that no one else could, but it meant that others had to step in. Jared had skills of a survivor, a long strider, a ranger. He was trained with a number of weapons and techniques.

Understanding the Chokan needed assistance, he set his course from Kattada to the world. His ship was loaded with a set of donated rifles, and a few Underground Irregulars who could assist with training. On top of that, spears and polearms, one of the favored weapons for many hunters, rather than swords or the like.

The ship was landing near one of the camps and Jared stepped from the ship, setting up one of the ranges, using the Force to help move the earth itself to set up a safety wall, and the training drones were being unpacked. He had a few ideas and was greeting some of the locals as they started showing up, having been waiting for his ship.

 

[Ki'an Vizsla]

Objective 2​

While he couldn't heal people with space magic, Ki'an had some expertise in virology due to a personal interest in the subject and had gone as far as manufacturing an artificial virus in the past, so he was familiar with the reverse engineering that was needed to understand a virus' properties and sought to use his knowledge to help the refugees suffering with the virus. At the very least he wanted to give them more time to allow the medical team to devise more long-term treatments.

The Mandalorian chose to forgo his armour, not that it offered any benefit in the face of a virus anyway. He had been working in a makeshift lab with medical personnel from the Concord, working with samples taken from patients, working tirelessly for the last day to develop a drug which he hoped would slow the progression of the virus. For the first time, he would enter the quarantine zone to administer it. While the virus was relatively less contagious than other strains he had worked with before, it was still wise to take precautions.

Some of the most sickly of refugees had taken residence in a hall that looked like it was used by the community for various social events - now it was turned into an unofficial ward since they risked infecting others in the already overrun hospital. It was a pretty sore sight given that many of the people present were in the later stages of the virus and experiencing some of the worse symptoms the virus had to offer which meant the uncomfortable sound of retching as people vomited was commonplace.

Ki'an shook hands with one of the doctors overseeing the group. "Some of these people may only have days left. Please tell me you're giving us something to work with." He spoke in a hushed voice. "I hope so. This should slow the rate of progression." Ki'an replied, placing down the box of small glass vials filled with a pale green liquid on the worktop. The doctor pulled out one of the vials and examined it briefly before addressing the team of medical staff that had gathered around them. "Let's get started then." The group began to take several vials each of the experimental drug to administer to the infected - hopefully allowing them some crucially needed time.

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Objective 3: The Price of Admission
Day ██ - Chokan Local Time
Clandestine Special Officer "Red", Ranger ███
Location: Blacksite █████, Chokan
Tags: Open

The man screamed out in pain. He thrashed in his restraints, bound to a chair. The man's voice was growing hoarse from all the screaming he was doing as electrical currents coursed through his body. On the table in front of the screaming man was a wide array of tools and weapons, all clearly there to cause pain and agony, and some of them had even been used, judging by the blood on some of them. The room the man was in was drab and bare, with the only furniture being the chair the man sat in, the table, and three chairs on the opposite side. The walls were metal, bare, and a bland grey color. A one-way mirror sat on one of the walls, showing the reflection of the room inside, while anyone in the viewing room could watch what was unfolding. Of course, the man would notice this if he wasn't currently being shocked with 2,500 volts of electricity.

Then, the electricity cut off, and the man slumped in his chair, breathing quickly and heavily, his brain still trying to comprehend the trauma it just went through. His vision was blurry, and his chest felt funny. The man, through his blurry vision, could see the silhouette of a man leaning against the wall of the room.

Red had watched the man was he had been screaming in pain from the electroshock. He had merely sat there, leaning against the wall, quietly observing. Today, Red wasn't dressed in his usual armored attire, because he wasn't going into an active warzone. No, this mission called for blending in, more-or-less. He wore standard civilian clothing, with pants, a black shirt, and a brown jacket. His hair was dyed black, too. He looked like just another smuggler coming to the space port. But that was the point of his appearance, to blend in with the local crowd.

Red walked over to the man and sat down in one of the chairs on the side of the table opposite the man. The man was still in shock from what happened.

"You know, this could all end if you admit to what the Syndicate are doing, and if you tell us where they are keeping their records and their supplies." Red told the man, calmly.

The man looked at Red. He seemed to be coming back to his senses. "Why... are you doing this?" The man asked hoarsely, still shaking.

"Perhaps you don't understand the situation. You are in no position to ask questions." Red responded.

"But... but you Jedi have rules! You have rules!" The man hoarsely shouted.

"You exploited innocent and desperate people; the rules changed." Red responded. "And besides, I'm no Jedi."

The man shook his head and chuckled, definitely starting to regain his senses. "Whatever, you won't get anything out of me. The fear of the Syndicate is more powerful than the fear of anything you will do to me. You, at least, need me alive. The Syndicate won't hesitate to end me."

Red stood up from his chair. "Oh, is that so? Very well then."

Red pulled out his commlink. "Sergeant, where's the package?"

A voice came through on his commlink. "I have the package, sir. Ready in the hallway."

Red looked back at the man. "Last chance for us to do this the easy way."

The man laughed again. "I already told you, nothing you can do will break my fear of the Syndicate!"

"Very well then," Red activated his commlink again, stepping to the side of the table. "Sergeant, bring in the package."

Then, the door slid open, and four figures stood in the doorway. "Move!" Sergeant ███████ yelled, and she and the other figure, whom Red recognized as Operative ███████, pushed and shoved the two figures in front into the room.

The man looked at the figures that entered, and upon seeing the first figures, his eyes went wide. There, being shoved into two of the chairs by Sergeant ███████ and Operative ███████, was a woman and a little girl. both of them clutching each other in fear, as if to comfort each other and themselves, as if it would keep them safe in some way.. "Vi?! Omun?!" The man said, unable to believe his eyes.

The little girl, Omun, looked at the man in the seat that called out to them. "Papa!" She cried out, still being forced into a seat by Sergeant ███████.

"Please, you don't have to do this, we are innocent!" The woman pleaded. Operative ███████ roughly shoved her into a chair.

"Be careful with them you son of a bantha!" The man shouted at them, struggling to escape from his restraints.

Red leaned on the table, looking at the man. "You wanted the gloves off? They're off." He told the man, standing back up straight.

"What did you do?" The woman, Vi, asked the man, who was obviously her husband. The man merely looked at her, despondent. "Your own daughter is here! Your own child!"

"He's got no problem with hurting children," Red said. "Isn't that right, Sergeant?"

"Hes got no problem with it. None, at all." Sergeant ███████ affirmed.

"Shut up!" The man said.

"What have you done..." Vi asked again, quietly. "You promised you would keep this away from us!"

"Captain," Operative ███████ said to Red. "I can't do this."

Red looked at him, and nodded. "You're excused." He responded. Operative ███████ then walked out the door, shutting it behind him. Red could understand why he couldn't do this, using innocent people to get the answers they wanted was... enough to put almost anyone off. A lot of Red's assignments were like this. Sometimes he had to use immoral means to achieve a moral end. That's why he did the jobs the Jedi either couldn't or wouldn't do, because they weren't prepared to do what was necessary to achieve a moral end. The Jedi wouldn't sacrifice their morals to help people. That's where Red stepped in. He was prepared to do whatever it took if it meant that someone's suffering would ease, even if it meant sacrificing his own morals. That's why Red was so effective, because he could do what the Jedi could never do: sacrifice something for someone else. Even if it meant using innocents. He knew what he was getting into, so that's why he let anyone who joined his team and couldn't take the heat be allowed to be exempt, because he knew that most people weren't like him, and they weren't ready to use immoral means to a justifiable end.

Then, Red drew two blaster pistols, and he sat one down on the table. "Pick it up, Sergeant."

Sergeant ███████ approached the table.

"Wha-... What are you going to do to us?" Vi asked, her voice full of fear.

"Don't... don't... don't..." The man pleaded.

Then, Sergeant ███████ picked up the blaster pistol.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!" The man exclaimed, his voice growing more nervous.

Sergeant ███████ then aimed the blaster pistol at Vi and Omun, who were both clutching each other tightly.

"Hey, no! No! No!" The man shouted, pleading with them.

"Please..." The woman begged, her breath sharp and quick. "Please, we are not involved with any of this, I assure you..."

Red also raised his blaster, aiming it at Omun, the little girl.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Stop! Please, stop! They know nothing about any of this! Okay? Stop!" The man said, panic now starting to set in. Vi and Omun were both sobbing, clutching each other, and shaking from fear and panic.

"Do something!" Vi now pleaded with the man. "Do something, for your daughter!"

"Tell the truth! If you know the truth, tell them!" Vi continued pleading with her husband.

"TELL THEM!" Now, Vi seemed to be truly in a state of panic. Both her and Omun were still sobbing and shaking, both clutching each other even tighter now.

Then, Sergeant ███████ aimed at Vi.

"Hey, hey! Look at me!" The man yelled at them. "They have nothing to do with this! Stop!"

"You tell that to that refugee boy you beat and murdered in the shop." Red replied.

"Okay, okay! Stop! Please! Please leave them alone! Sergeant, Captain, please leave them alone, they have no information for you."

"We want access to the records, and the supplies. Where are they?" Red questioned the man.

"You cannot fix these things, nothing here will change! The Syndicate is keeping order here!"

"Do it, Sergeant, pull the trigger!"

Sergeant ███████ hesitated for a second, but then pulled the trigger on the blaster pistol.

But nothing happened.

"What the hell?" Sergeant ███████ questioned. The man chuckled in relief.

"You pulled the trigger, Sergeant, not me." He told her. Red looked back at the family. "Rest assured, I wouldn't let the Sergeant brandish a loaded weapon indoors. Unless she had too..."

"Now, last chance." Red told them. This time, however, he handed a power cell to the Sergeant. She grabbed it, and loaded it into the blaster pistol. "The records and the supplies."

"Kark you!" The man spat.

Then, Red suddenly grabbed the little girl, and dragged her out of Vi's grasp, aiming his blaster pistol at the girl.

"Hey, hey, hey! No! No! Leave her, leave her! Listen! Listen!" The man pleaded.

"No, no! Please! Leave her alone! No!" Vi cried and begged.

As Red dragged the little girl towards the side of the table, the man seemingly finally caved in.

"Listen to me, listen to me!" He said to Red. Red stopped, still holding onto the girl. "Listen: Y'Cho Holo-Theater."

Red looked at the man, then said, "Liar! Lying!"

"No, I am not! I swear to you, I'm not! The theater is just a just a front for our operations, we have a secret storehouse hidden in back with the supplies you want! I swear to you!"

"Where's the data, and your leader?" Sergeant ███████ asked.

"The data is at Tyri Business Plaza. Our leader? The Maestro? You- you're too late to stop him now. Go, Sergeant, go save some karking refugees. Chokan is already lost."

Red shoved the little girl back at Vi, who grasped the girl tightly. "We're done with him," He said to Sergeant ███████. "You take a minute." Then, Red walked over to the door, opened it, and headed into the hallway.

Sergeant ███████ looked at the man and his family. "Go, Sergeant, I've told you everything." The man said.

Sergeant ███████ then walked out the room, leaving the family in the custody of the SJC now. As she exited the room, two SJC security officers entered the room, closing the door behind them, no doubt to keep watch on the man until an official interrogator was brought in, so that the man could admit to the crimes that the Syndicate had committed.

In the hallway, Red was talking with two other Operatives. "Supplies are at Y'Cho Holo-Theater, while the data is at Tyri Business Plaza. We need to hit both. Get ready, we'll be leaving in less than 30 minutes. We'll be doing this quietly, try to keep bodies to a minimum. I'll try and put out a call for reinforcements." The two Operatives nodded and ran off to prepare for the mission, while Sergeant ███████ stayed behind with Red.

Red picked up his commlink and switched it to a more secure SJC channel. "Attention, this is Clandestine Special Officer Red. We have attained the locations of the data and the supplies. The supplies are at Y'Cho Holo-Theatre, while the data is at Tyri Business Plaza. Requesting a small force to assist us in our mission. Both targets have to be located and secured quietly. If we alert them, they'll start purging the data and burning the supplies, so we need to do this without them noticing. This mission will be done undercover. No armor, and only a light amount of weapons, so we don't draw suspicion to ourselves. We'll rendevous at the SJC Embassy. Out." He said into the commlink.

He turned to Sergeant ███████. "Well, let's go get our ride in order." He told her, then, he started walking down the hall towards the vehicle hangar bay, with Sergeant ███████ following close behind.

 

[Ye Hyonu]

//: Objective 2 //:
//: Bogan’s Wraith //:
//: Ciana Teigra //: Ki'an Vizsla //:​

Beakers and centrifuges jiggled and whirred, muffling out the painful cries from the afflicted in the opposite tents. An old foe had reared its microbiotic head and ravaged the population of Chokan. Hyonu blew lightly on the porcelain mug in his hand as he felt the lack of sleep strain his eyesight. "Where are they?" He mumbled quickly under his breath, half to the woman with him and a half to himself. Hyonu quickly set the mug down and began to shuffle the tablets on his mess of a desk as he searched for the pair of silver-framed spectacles.

"They have to be here somewhere." It took a few minutes of frantically moving datapads now to the floor. Crushed underneath the freshly removed stack sat the Doctor's glasses. "Ah." He unfolded their arms and hooked them carefully behind his ears. Turning, he faced the woman, cleared his throat, and adjusted the glasses the best he could. They sat crooked on his face, damaged from his lack of care during their stay on the planet. Hyonu did his best to ignore the glasses, hoping that Ciana wouldn't tease him about it.

"As I was saying, the patients are showing the typical signs of the virus we encountered before. I've been studying it the best I could, but with it suddenly going dormant or making its way through subjects faster than they could report it - I haven't had enough data until now." Once again, his hands frantically searched the data pads while mumbling to himself. "Yes, yes, there you are." He spoke gently to a tablet and handed it to Ciana.

"It seems the virus reacts to the regenerative properties of Bacta and other treatments that derive from bacta. This means in my deduction is that the virus, when replicating, mimics the cell it attaches to regeneration which is activated by the bacta. I've tried to split and find ways to introduce a copy of the mRNA to counter this replication." Hyonu leaned against the desk, his glasses hanging slightly off his nose; he sighed heavily. "But nothing has worked. All I've been able to create is a treatment that slows the process down but doesn't cure."

Looking at his watch, he frowned. "I think they're going to administer the current treatment - it won't cure, but it should alleviate pain and hopefully prolong death, giving us enough time to find a cure." Hyonu stood as he spoke. "Do you have any thoughts, Ciana?" As much as he wanted to do this on his own, the Doctor had found himself at his wit's end - if anyone could help him solve this puzzle, it would be the woman with him. A part of him was happy to see her again.​

 

[Cadere]

Objective 2 - Bogan's Wraith
Tags: Ki'an Vizsla

All things considered, the situation was a bit too heavy for the likes of someone who spent more time fighting and saving others from immediate threats. Rather than treating sick patients. As a favour to his friend Ki'an Vizsla , Cas agreed to assist the other medical professionals. Though he knew next to nothing about healing or anything related to it, in hindsight, he regretted not signing up for extracurricular classes that could've taught him anything of the sort. Regardless, he'd do his best to help out in anyway he could.

Fitted in personal protective gear that calling it uncomfortable was an understatement to say the least, Cas made his way into the ward in search for his Mandalorian friend. Even before entering the ward, the Kiffar Knight could feel tremors through the Force caused by the suffering of the afflicted. He had never felt anything like this before, not this kind of pain. Burying the intense feelings, Cas tried his best to focus on the matter at hand and begun his search for Ki'an.

Finally spotting him, Cas approached the medic and greeted him with a wave. It was still something he had to get used to, his prejudice toward other Mandalorians saw them as war mongerers with a lust for battler - Ki'an was the complete opposite, sensitive, compassionate... submissive and above all that he was a medic. He focused on saving lives rather than taking them, it was rather admirable and something he respected the Mandalorian highly for. "I'm here to save the day. Or, try, at least. What do you need me to do? This is your turf."

 

[Vaux Gred]

Objective 1: Let's get Down to Business

Vaux sighed a little as she looked at the lot she had to deal with. Why was this always shunted into being her job? Vaux just sighed and looked at the fighter they.... X-Wings.... Not new X-Wings. Near ancient T-80 X-Wings.... She groaned. Why? Just why? They couldn't have at least been a newer model, they had to be museum pieces. She looked over at her astromech, VK, as she looked around.

"I've got my work cut out for me." She then sighed as she finally heard people walking in. Thank Kad then was wearing a helmet so they didn't see the face she made.

"First things first if your not here to learn to fly, get out. Anyone still here we'll start going over some of the basics, and then answer the second question, how many of you are already pilots?" Vaux knew this was going to be a long day.

 

[Yenna]

Objective - 2
Tags: Ki'an Vizsla | Cadere

Yenna walked through the encampment towards what looked like the town hall. She knew what the situation was and, unfortunately, she was a perfect candidate. A virus had affected the civilians and now that she was no longer a Padawan, her expertise as a healer could be used more freely.

The sight of the sick people around her weighed her down. It was hard to bear for her, but luckily she would be able to help. It was that small silver lining that kept her moving forward and keeping an optimistic mindset as she entered the town hall. She was told to meet up with a medic that seemed to understand viruses like this. What she didn't expect to see was her former master in the building as well.

"In over your head, I think you might be, Master." she spoke honestly as her quiet footfalls came to a halt next to him and another individual. This was the first time she would be working with him after her knighthood, but it was sad to think that it would be something this heavy. She glanced at the stranger and gave a bow. "Apologies. Rude, I am. Pad- Knight Yenna of the Jedi Order, I am. For Ki'an Vizsla, I am looking. Working with him, I'm told I am." she introduced herself. Glancing around, she slipped her shirt over her mouth as she looked up at him. "A mask for me, do you have?" she asked him.

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Growing up has he had, Jared knew the way of training others. He was, for all intents, a paramilitary agent, specializing in asymtrical warfare and sniper rifles, as well as learning many different forms of combat. He was favoring rifles, the lightsaber, and his new staff. It allowed him to stay in close but at least have the range if he needed it. And for these beings? They’d need something that was easily made on the fly, a staff/spear would be that. For the rest?

Well, he’d find the snipers. Hopper was making his way around the training area, and helping to activate the training droids. A few of the people were finally arriving and Jared looked to the team that came with him. Surveying the crates of weapons and ammo he nodded. A few of the training drones began moving, and the leaders of the small group, a Mon Cala and a Sullustan approached him.

“We have the training drones for melee prepared.” Said the light blue Mon Cala soldier.

“And I’ve got the weapons prepared.” Said the Sullustan.

Jared nodded to his officers, well, sort of officers. Underground members, really, flanked him as he stepped in front of the gathered.

“Some of you may recognize my name, but I’m not my father. I’m Jared Starchaser, Jedi Knight, and Underground Resistance fighter. I’m here to get you trained for when the Bryn show up. And we all know they are out there. Sergeants Cunn and Ven will be assisting me in making sure you are ready for the threats that are out there. We will run you through a few drills first before breaking you into groups based on your aptitude. Part of being able to defend yourself is first and foremost, general survival, which you will all learn. Second we will see if you are more of a martial fighter, or a ranged fighter. We will provide training weapons, and leave ones you will need here, but we will also discuss procurement and creation of weapons. Any questions?” Jared's life was much more military focused than his father. While Dad had a way about things, and Kaia could separate their past from her future, Jared remained ready and willing to serve, selecting the life of a Wayseeker to allow greater access to the Force for what must be done.

 

[Ki'an Vizsla]

Objective 2​

Ki'an caught a glimpse of Cas waving at him and offered his friend a smile instinctively, though half his face was hidden. He approached the other, meeting him halfway. "Uh, yes. Some of the people here have other injuries they sustained while fleeing. Can you um... use the Force or- or something." He asked the Knight, stumbling over his words as his mind raced.

It took him a few moments to reply to Yenna as the way she spoke had him thinking he was tripping. The sleep deprivation was getting to him. "Uh, yes. I'm Ki'an. Sorry. Here you go." He handed her a mask from his pocket. He had no idea who she was but he wasn't about to ask who she was - having not paid attention to her interaction with Cas.

Cadere Yenna

 

[Cadere]

Objective 2 - Bogan's Wraith
Tags: Ki'an Vizsla | Yenna

The bewildered Jedi raised an eyebrow at Ki'an's suggestion, at first he gave him an unearned expression as if the Mandalorian was stupid. Then he closed his eyes and took exhaled, realising that obviously Ki'an wouldn't have nearly as much knowledge on the Force Cas had. Cas' face mask wrinkled as his lips curled into an awkward smile, rubbing the back of his neck the Kiffar answered the question in a regretful tone "Yeah, uh, healing isn't exactly my forte..."

The Jedi continued to speak but stopped midway once he heard a familiar reverse-talking voice. Instincitvely, Cas looked downward "Oh hey, Yen." he greeted her casually before returning his gaze to Ki'an, until his brain registered who he was actually talking to. His eyes widened and his eyes shot down to his former Padawan "Yen?! What're you doing here!" he exclaimed with blatant concern. Quickly, he remembered that Yenna was a Jedi Knight now and was free to do as she pleased, but the protective concern for her would never falter. Clearing his throat he returned his focus to Ki'an "Uh, yeah, Ki'an this is Yenna: my Pad-- former Padawan." that was going to take some getting used to.

 

[Yenna]

Objective - 2
Tags: Cadere | Ki'an Vizsla

Yenna was taken back by how relaxed Cas seemed to be, but that quickly changed with his outburst. "To help with the virus, I was assigned." she answered simply. The stranger introduced himself as the person she was looking for,something she was grateful for. The last thing she wanted to do was run around looking for him. She accepted the mask and quickly slipped it on. "Thank you. For anything, feel free to ask. In any way, to assist you, I was tasked. In the Order, a healer I am." she explained with a light bow.

Looking to Cas as he introduced her, she chuckled as he stumbled over his words. "An adjustment for us both, this new rank is." she admitted as she hopped onto Cas' shoulders. "Begin, where shall we?" she asked Ki'an.

 

[Ki'an Vizsla]

Objective 2​

The Mandalorian's brows furrowed into a quizzical expression. He admittedly wasn't as knowledgeable on the Force as a Jedi but he knew they got taught healing. "But I thought Jedi got taught healing. I've seen it. I- I..." He thought back to the time he had been injured on Sarka and the Jedi that hat treated him afterwards but after a moment he shook his head. "Nevermind."

"Former Padawan?" He asked, bemused. Cas seemed to young to have a Padawan who was already Knighted. "Okay, um..." He started, seeming lost and unfocused. The last few days had been a whirlwind as they had to set up a quarantine zone from scratch and deal with a constant stream of patients in both the regular hospital and here. He couldn't remember the last time he slept.

"If you can't heal, there's a mop and bucket." He pointed before his gaze shifted to Yenna. "Can you Force heal?"

Cadere Yenna

 

[Cadere]

Objective 2 - Bogan's Wraith
Tags: Ki'an Vizsla | Yenna
"It was an elective." he explained, waving it off "I was young and stupid and just wanted to fight." the Knight reflected, realising he was way worse as a Padawan than he was now when it came to reckless impulsivity. It was one of the reasons that led to him losing his left arm after all. Maybe he should try and learn to heal with the Force... at some point, especially since he found himself injured a lot.

"Yes, former Padawan." he stated in slight offence folding his arms, sensing the hint of puzzlement in Ki'an's voice. And then just like that, he was reduced to literal cleaning duty. Sighing in disappointment, Cas reached over his shoulder to grip Yenna by her robe and calmly lifted her off of his shoulder and placed her on the ground. "I'll see you guys in a bit." a frown glued to his face and he made his way toward the mop and bucket. This was so humiliating.

 

[Ciana Teigra]

Objective: Bogan's Wraith ( Ki'an Vizsla , Cadere , Yenna )
With: Ye Hyonu

From her station, Ciana frowned as she observed Hyonu rummaging through the disaster that was now the top of his desk. They had arrived and set up at the same time, but her station remained immaculate as it had started.

Rising, she gave him a light punch on the side of his shoulder. Not even close to hurting, but more than a simple love tap.

"We just landed and you already have the place looking like your house," she scolded. "It's important to maintain orderly stations so we're not waiting all day for you to produce a chart. Ashla forbid if another physician has to pick through...this."

She took a knee as he read off his reports, organizing the tablets he had just set down.

"Mmm, I didn't expect we were going to tackle this right off the bat, but at least we have something for relief. I've contacted Kashyyk and requested they direct a medical cruiser our way for a full lab, but it could take a while. The medical corps are almost all tied up at the frontlines and this is considered a low priority operation...in the mean time I'm transmitting our findings back to Panacea so they can follow along and work on a solution remotely. That's another reason I need you to keep your station organized."

Having started with the tablets on the ground, she sat them on the edge of his desk, then continued on with the process of cleaning up the rest of his mess like a dutiful maid.

"It's a good thing you had notes from a previous outbreak, so we're not starting out cold. This treatment isn't a bad start, but we're going to have to develop a rapid delivery method for mass crowds...I heard the population of this planet used to hover around 75,000...now they're approaching a million, and expect a least a million more within the next couple months. Needless to say, what little infrastructure there was on this planet can't handle the load. Could we administer the inhibitors as an aerosol?"

 

[Highmoon]

Objective 1: Let's get Down to Business

Vaux sighed a little as she looked at the lot she had to deal with. Why was this always shunted into being her job? Vaux just sighed and looked at the fighter they.... X-Wings.... Not new X-Wings. Near ancient T-80 X-Wings.... She groaned. Why? Just why? They couldn't have at least been a newer model, they had to be museum pieces. She looked over at her astromech, VK, as she looked around.

"I've got my work cut out for me." She then sighed as she finally heard people walking in. Thank Kad then was wearing a helmet so they didn't see the face she made.

"First things first if your not here to learn to fly, get out. Anyone still here we'll start going over some of the basics, and then answer the second question, how many of you are already pilots?" Vaux knew this was going to be a long day.

Right from the get go, the flight instructor let the rabble of would be trainees that she was a hardass that had a low tolerance for nonsense. That was bad news for Jerrick, who was quite full of it. He didn't care much to be a fighter jockey or anything, he just wanted an excuse to escape the teeming refugee camps for a while. He was looking for an easy time screwing about and getting three square meals but it looked like he was going to have to work a bit.

Of course it was his luck to get the scary Mandalorian to ruin his plans. What a drag.

"Uh...I did some piloting back on my homeworld," he piped up after raising his hand like a student. "A T-16 Skyhopper - used it to take out Kath hounds and the occasional raider attacking the ranch."

Such events were few and far between. Most of the time he had used it to help herd his clan's nerfs across the vast steppes that dominated his old homeworld, well before it was crawling with angry homicidal lobster men. Of course she didn't need to know that - he was trying to keep his place in relatively cushy flight training after all.

"I guess I was pretty good. Too bad we couldn't take the speeder off world when we had to bail...oh! I logged a few thousand hours in Squadrons. I was near the top of my leaderboard in the whole system. Not sure how much that counts, but I'm kinda sorta familiar with the X-wings and the like."

Vaux Gred Ki'an Vizsla

 

[Yenna]

Objective - 2
Tags: Ki'an Vizsla | Cadere

It was quickly becoming apparent to the little green Jedi that Ki'an was tired as hell. Between his slow processing and assigning Cas to literal cleaning duty, she was starting to worry about the situation.

Her concern shifted to Cas as he gently picked her up and set her down on the ground. "Master, uh..." she trailed off as he went looking for a mop and bucket. Her attention diverted back to Ki'an as he asked about her healing capabilities. "Yes. Pretty decently too." she stated. As if to prove a point, she walked up to Ki'an and took hold of his leg. Closing her eyes, she focused the Force on him.

After a few seconds, he would feel recharged. Yenna stepped back and looked up at him with a smile hidden behind her mask. "A bit tired, you look. Start, where do we?" she asked him.

Looking around again, she quickly spotted her master. She focused on him as she projected her thoughts to him. "Master? Alright, are you? Talk to Ki'an, I can. To help me, I might need someone." she communicated telepathically.

 

[Yula Perl]

Objective | BYOO
Tags | Cadere

With galactic powers shoring up territory, Yula had taken a short-term contract with the Silver Jedi as a transport pilot, ferrying goods from one end of silver space to the other. It was steady work, and less dangerous than lingering in the undercity of Denon to boot.

The next stop had taken her to Chokan, delivering medical supplies in aid of the healers and medics who were combating a new virus. At one point, Nida would have been among the Silver healers tending to the sick. The thought brought her down, but her first cup of halfway decent caf in a while had perked her back up for a bit.

That was, until she’d slipped on the floor and dropped the plastoid cup entirely. Fresh caf splattered all over the floor, and Yula landed on her butt. That wasn’t the most surprising thing that happened—a familiar presence drifted to her, one that held her momentary interest more than a fresh caffeine injection.

She snorted.

“What’d you do to end up on mop duty, Cas?”

 

[Vaux Gred]

Objective 1: Let's get Down to Business
Tags: Highmoon

Vaux Shook her head a little, looking at the pilot.

"No kid. Hologames don't count, but Skyhopper experience should help. Controls are similar to the X-wing's." She then ran her hand down the wings of the fighter, smirking a little. "Today hopefully you'll all at least have a grasp on flying, and I hope you're prepared, cause you seem to be the only pilot in the room. Which means when I'm done with my part, you'll have to continue with the training." Vaux may've taken a little too much joy in revealing this fact, but it seemed to be the truth. He was the only one with any flight experience.

"Now, I want to show all of you the inside of an X-wing cockpit, and begin getting you use to the idea of flying. Just flying. Leaderboard here can also start learning how an actually squadron works."

 

[Ye Hyonu]

//: Objective 2 //:
//: Bogan’s Wraith //:
//: Ciana Teigra //:
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Hyonu's brow furrowed as Ciana spoke, scolding him for his mess. Looking towards the desk, the doctor shrugged and waved his hands wildly for a second. "It's an organized mess; I know where everything is - there's no other doctor-" He paused and began to help her organize the tablets. Chewing on his lower lip, he didn't want to finish the previous statement. If there was anyone that could figure this own - even on her own, it was Ciana. Numerous times before now, she had proven herself far more capable than he had ever given her credit for.

As much as he admired her skill, he'd never admit it to her face. Force forbid her head to get any bigger with her confidence. Hyonu wrinkled his nose as he stacked the tablets in order of research on his desk. Any trash was quickly taken care of as he reached back for his tea. With his desk in semi order, Hyonu pondered the idea his fellow doctor had.

"The aerosol would allow for more people to be exposed to it; my only concern is that they won't get a proper dosage. The research shows that the virus uses a specific amount of the healing serum, basically burning it off, consuming it - something." Rubbing his chin, he felt the early signs of stubble. When was the last time he had shaved? "We want to overwhelm the system, but not so much that it allows the virus to manipulate to the point the body cannot produce enough antibodies to keep up."

His shoulders slumped as he shook his head. "Our best bet is to try converting it to airborne administration and see if it even works. Any thoughts on how we can change a substance with this thick of viscosity into a mist?" He reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out a vial. A thick syrup-like substance sloshed as he rotated the vial. "I think this might be your expertise Ciana."​