Lucianus Adair
Character
Location
Riflor
Riflorii System
Narrant Sector
Mid Rim
Date
Taungsday, approximately one week after Chalcedon...
Reports of slaver activity on the doorstep of the Fringe Confederation - a galactic entity whose laws included strong words against slavery - had brought a fierce yet largely hushed hand down on the world of Chalcedon, a volcanic and hardly hospitable world; kin in this respect to the tectonically-active, equally volcanic Riflor, to which the leaders of the Fringe had been pointed courtesy of the words thoroughly teased out of slavers captured at what was now the first stop in a slowly unfurling plot, a rabbit hole getting deeper with each step. From Chalcedon, slaves were freed and given adequate care, that corner of an apparently larger network shut down, but Riflor would need more. Conditions planetside were worse.
And so the judgement of Riflor was planned out and prepared for. Every ounce of information gained by what might be called uncivilized methods was put to use, the planet furtively checked out in preparation for the Confederation's next move...
Riflor.
Not the kind of place one wants to go to get a tan. Hot, volcanic and dour, the entire planet stinks with the strangled necrotic dreams and delights of the slaves living horrifically short lives in the mines. In my bid to secure the populace of the overburdened and undervalued slaves, I’ve given orders to three units of the Fringe’s best Search and Rescue squads to aide those headlining our endeavours.
“Hei guys, huddle up.” I call them all over, watching their fresh-washed faces and sniffing the air of my ship the Sumatiyara. “Down on the surface, we’re going to be dealing with a lot of scared, distrustful people who’ve spent months, heck years underground. The planet’s a volcanic hot bed of eruptions and sulphuric gases. Don’t go far from oxygen. We’re going in to pacify the slaves and bring them to freedom. Yet, expect some of the slaves to be distrustful, confused. Vulnerability breeds dissent faster than a blaster pistol in the face and even a slave can do damage to a healer out of fear. Keep the guards close. Use the droids where you can and if it’s too dangerous? Grab whomever you can and pull out.
I’ll be in base camp setting up the med stations on the way to the ferry ships. Half of you, run protection, the other half? Get your med gloves on. There’s wounded by the bushel down there. Feel free to make use of my personal droids as well. Just treat them with respect, ‘kay? I’ve put a lot of work into developing their individual AI’s. They’re all good bots, right Bucket?”
Bucket’s the SC1 Battle Droid wearing the fedora. He nods and unfolds his arms. “Yeah, they’re alright. If they get mouthy though. . . smack ‘em with a wrench!”
“Bucket! Be civil.”
“That was civil.”
“Right. So! Who’s who?”
As before, Team Two was already in place as buyers, seeking to set up contracts for some of the world’s outputs to be exported to facilities in Fringe space. Once again, they had ulterior motives - lower defenses from within, and take VIPs connected with the mining operation (and therefore, the slaves) into custody. Of the three teams planetside, they were the only ones not in immediate danger from the planet itself. They were above ground in the capital of Advora, to complete their tasks.
Riflor was what this place was called. Didn't look like much besides a smudge on the galaxy itself. Hell, you could practically see the volcanoes and their eruptions from orbit! Yeah, Carlos and his comrades were high in orbit with only limited naval assets. He wasn't exactly the best commander in space, or at all for that matter. Leading men came naturally to him and his political deviations in that aspects were renowned for efficiency, but he had absolutely no knowledge of the proper way to flank someone.
And he was in space. You could literally flank them from any direction.
This. Sucks, he thought.
Little did he or his comrades-in-arms know, that there were more than just a handful of foes awaiting their arrival...
Riflor
Riflorii System
Narrant Sector
Mid Rim
Date
Taungsday, approximately one week after Chalcedon...
Reports of slaver activity on the doorstep of the Fringe Confederation - a galactic entity whose laws included strong words against slavery - had brought a fierce yet largely hushed hand down on the world of Chalcedon, a volcanic and hardly hospitable world; kin in this respect to the tectonically-active, equally volcanic Riflor, to which the leaders of the Fringe had been pointed courtesy of the words thoroughly teased out of slavers captured at what was now the first stop in a slowly unfurling plot, a rabbit hole getting deeper with each step. From Chalcedon, slaves were freed and given adequate care, that corner of an apparently larger network shut down, but Riflor would need more. Conditions planetside were worse.
And so the judgement of Riflor was planned out and prepared for. Every ounce of information gained by what might be called uncivilized methods was put to use, the planet furtively checked out in preparation for the Confederation's next move...
Team One
[member="Dissero"] | [member="Phedre Parenthis"] | [member="Anders Sivas"] | [member="Token Waters"] | [member="Marselia Urstalis"] | [member="Verie Lacroix"] | [member="Fenri"]
[Note: This Team One intro is in the voice of Anders Sivas.]
Riflor.
Not the kind of place one wants to go to get a tan. Hot, volcanic and dour, the entire planet stinks with the strangled necrotic dreams and delights of the slaves living horrifically short lives in the mines. In my bid to secure the populace of the overburdened and undervalued slaves, I’ve given orders to three units of the Fringe’s best Search and Rescue squads to aide those headlining our endeavours.
“Hei guys, huddle up.” I call them all over, watching their fresh-washed faces and sniffing the air of my ship the Sumatiyara. “Down on the surface, we’re going to be dealing with a lot of scared, distrustful people who’ve spent months, heck years underground. The planet’s a volcanic hot bed of eruptions and sulphuric gases. Don’t go far from oxygen. We’re going in to pacify the slaves and bring them to freedom. Yet, expect some of the slaves to be distrustful, confused. Vulnerability breeds dissent faster than a blaster pistol in the face and even a slave can do damage to a healer out of fear. Keep the guards close. Use the droids where you can and if it’s too dangerous? Grab whomever you can and pull out.
I’ll be in base camp setting up the med stations on the way to the ferry ships. Half of you, run protection, the other half? Get your med gloves on. There’s wounded by the bushel down there. Feel free to make use of my personal droids as well. Just treat them with respect, ‘kay? I’ve put a lot of work into developing their individual AI’s. They’re all good bots, right Bucket?”
Bucket’s the SC1 Battle Droid wearing the fedora. He nods and unfolds his arms. “Yeah, they’re alright. If they get mouthy though. . . smack ‘em with a wrench!”
“Bucket! Be civil.”
“That was civil.”
“Right. So! Who’s who?”
Team Two
[member="Inger Strömfire"] | [member="Lucien Cordel"] | [member="Nickolas Imura"] | [member="Elias Truden"]
This time the goods were different; here, the slaves were not for purchase. Instead, the slaves were cogs in the machine that mined ore and heavy metals for processing and export - only a portion of the world’s total exports, which included heavy construction supplies, repulsorlift engineers and tech, and more besides.As before, Team Two was already in place as buyers, seeking to set up contracts for some of the world’s outputs to be exported to facilities in Fringe space. Once again, they had ulterior motives - lower defenses from within, and take VIPs connected with the mining operation (and therefore, the slaves) into custody. Of the three teams planetside, they were the only ones not in immediate danger from the planet itself. They were above ground in the capital of Advora, to complete their tasks.
Team Three
[member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Kesare Salazar"] | [member="Carré Inirial"] | [member="Apos"] | [member="Tylan Toarinar"] | [member="K'Dan La'Roi"] | [member="Togashi Yokuni"]
Team Three was poised to clear out the main mining operation on the volatile planet, moments away from dropping in and storming the slope-shaft systems – a huge, unstable passageway yawning downwards into the planet and eventually splitting in two towards the largest of the ore deposits in Riflor’s deeper layers. Once inside, the team would need to clear the main entrance tunnel before separating to save time in clearing each branched section of the tunnel system. It would take hard, targeted action and excellent communication to achieve success – the tunnels themselves could collapse without a moment’s notice, caving under the volcanic planet’s tectonic anomalies, so there was no time to waste. Their objective was simple: kill anything that wasn’t a slave and clear the way for the search and rescue team to liberate any slaves – and all in time to keep their skins.Team Four
[member="Carlos Castillo"] | [member="Jared Starchaser"]
[Note: This Team Four intro is in the voice of Carlos Castillo.]
Riflor was what this place was called. Didn't look like much besides a smudge on the galaxy itself. Hell, you could practically see the volcanoes and their eruptions from orbit! Yeah, Carlos and his comrades were high in orbit with only limited naval assets. He wasn't exactly the best commander in space, or at all for that matter. Leading men came naturally to him and his political deviations in that aspects were renowned for efficiency, but he had absolutely no knowledge of the proper way to flank someone.
And he was in space. You could literally flank them from any direction.
This. Sucks, he thought.
Little did he or his comrades-in-arms know, that there were more than just a handful of foes awaiting their arrival...
