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I've Gotta Feeling That Tonight Is Going To Be A Droid Night (GA Dominion of Abregado-Rae)

[member="Cathul Thuku"]

As soon as her mistress mentions the Trandoshan will not get to hunt, Siriwook feels leagues better. She doesn't hate anyone, not even a Trandoshan hunter, but she has been terrified of going back to Wasskah ever since a Mando bounty hunter arranged for a ship to rescue her.

With the knowledge that the little girl can be healed, Siriwook is happy to detoxify the poison on her. She doesn't know what bacta are, or why they come in tanks, but she imagines they are a kind of fish that can be made into a salve that will be applied. Siriwook has made many salves over the years for various reasons. She remembers once mistaking a rash-inducing fern for a safe place to sit....

Siriwook talks to the girl. "Augh hareeee augh au haaaaarrrr [I'm sorry I was scared]" The girl probably can't understand her, if she is even aware of her surroundings, but Siriwook hopes her tenderness comes through as she nullifies the acid still in the wounds with based Force. Still, the salt that results when acids and bases combine could be a problem, Siriwook thinks. She should probably dull the child's pain--but she was not familiar enough with the technique. Too much general anesthetic would kill a creature. Still, preventing nociception in the first place--something like local anesthetic--should be fine. In each place Siriwook applies a base, she also tells the pain receptors to slow their rate of fire. The girl will feel a dull ache, but she won't go into shock or pass out from the pain.

Siriwook hopes that the medical team brings the bacta soon.
 

HK-36

The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
[member="HK-42"],

((Sorry for slow reply, I've been busy freaking out about a huge Ethics project due Tuesday for the end of the semester, I probably won't be able to post much until that's over or Thursday))

Soon enough 42 would receive a reply,

"You are speaking to a droid, the Lord Protector Unit 36 is currently aboard the supercarrier The Dancing Queen in the planet's orbit, you have permission to come aboard and speak with him directly when his current meeting is concluded."

Which would hopefully happen shortly after 42 would finish the landing sequence within the flagship's hangar so that he would not have to wait much longer.


[member="Jessica Med-Beq"],

Jessica would soon enough receive a reply,

"Give us your ETA and we can set up a meeting time around that."

Simple request to finalize the audience with the droid while he dealt with other matters related to the Atrisia Incident.


[member="Nathanos Darksword"],

It was true that Abregado could compete with SoroSuub when it comes to manufacturing industry, but the Guild of Hammers was hardly expansionist, at least not until recently. Most of the products from Abregado were used to supply their own forces of those of the Firemane, the much larger company Guild agreed to be in partnership with as subsidiaries, an agreement forged between HK, Siobhan Kerrigan, and Tegaea Alcori, three comrades who fought together since the campaigns of Omega Pyre against Bando Gora, its goal to protect the Guild of Hammers and Abregado from foreign companies who could try to step in break their control while the droid was deactivated. However, during his slumber Firemane managed to secure some outposts and stations for the Guild, even in territories as remote from Abregado as Kathol region, and now that HK was re-activated he put in efforts to spread his company's sphere of influence outside of what used to be Protectorate territory.

Still, Guild did little to encroach on other companies' territory, their products were rather niche, shatterguns, droids, melee weapons, the sturdy Echani Graphite, they worked in very few fields when compared to other companies, and widening their portfolio came slowly, but what they did they did very well.

However, a project like a trade station in the planet's orbit was rather important for the planet, after all they did only had one spaceport, for security and control reasons but still, so whether Nathanos requested it or not, his representatives may just be visited by HK personally, that is if he will manage to get out of the other meetings before the station was completed that is!


[member="Faith Organa"], [member="Draco Vereen"],

Unfortunately the droid was not able at the time to greet them personally, while the two of them were strolling the festive canal-bound streets dealing with their kids, HK was high above the planet's surface, aboard his flagship currently in the orbit, dealing with the officials, prisoners of war, and the wounded. Hopefully he would find the time later on to speak with them directly.

Meanwhile, one of the natives celebrating the victory over Dominion would approach them, handing out a lei garland made out colorful flowers and feathers from local flora and numerous avian creatures.

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The Gados were as welcoming as ever, it was in their nature to be friendly, and when faced with hostility or cruelty they usually turned compliant or passive unless faced with extreme circumstances, they preferred to wait out troubled times rather than actively resist them. Perhaps that was why the droid was able to form his regime the way he did, with a sudden crackdown against smugglers, pirates, and other types of violent crime, culminating in him dragging the unconscious body of a clone known as RC 212, the self proclaimed pirate Dread Lord, member of the Death Watch, who stationed his crew on the planet at some point, terrorizing the locals and conducting strikes against the Protectorate. That was until HK came with his army, executed his accomplices, defeated him in single combat, and shot down his starship over Abregado's Capial City when the Death Watch Commander attempted to escape, before pulling him out of the wreckage and shoving him into a transport. Perhaps Draco and Faith were familiar with the story, after all RC was the one who dropped a nuclear explosive on Keldabe, the capital of Mandalore, when the Sith tried to siege it, and after his defeat and arrest on Abregado at the hands of HK was when he was brought back to Mandalore to face justice for his crimes.

HK was then officially given rule over the planet and his title by the Protectorate as reward for his success against piracy in the region and delivering such a high-priority target before the Lady Protector. In the first months there was a lot of tension between the machine and his subjects, who were understandably distressed at having a droid for a ruler, a dictator at that who took his position through open act of violence. HK answered that by placing his soldiers on the streets, having them patrol the planet and guard it against any acts of insurrection or retaliation by pirates. For a while the population hanged on the verge of open revolution, and still the remainders of these initial days remain even during the high spirited times of celebration, Draco and Faith would be able to see plenty of armed patrols clad in old Protectorate armor strolling the alleys or keeping watch stationed at strategic points, often accompanied by spider droids with dangerous looking shattergun rotary cannons attached to them, the droid did not hide it that in the end he ruled the planet through military strength and total control.

However, he was a benevolent dictator, or at least majority of the population would perceive him as such. The initial tension that marred the beginning of his rule was soon relieved, HK managed to take control of the planet's industrial complex in its entirety, placing socialist democratic reforms to shift the focus from maximizing profits for the benefit of CEO and board of directors, after all he performed both of those functions and he had little need for material wealth, to benefiting the workers, using his connections to bring more industry to the world and as a result prosperity to the general population, the revenue his regime collected went into building homeless shelters, hospitals, public education, infrastructure, maintaining commerce and military, the military in turn kept the planet secure and the population safe. The army ended up becoming synonymous with law enforcement, even successfully repelling an attack from the undead forces during the Dark Harvest crisis that ravaged the Galaxy, being a soldier became a highly respected profession, and after HK's example his troops took up chivalric notions of honor codes, making it very rare for his personnel to abuse their power.

So while the troops were there, they could see some of them wearing the garlands much like the ones offered to Draco and Faith, some of them were chatting to the locals, enjoying something to eat, maybe even a drink, it was clear that after being such a common sight and viewed in a positive light from droid's efforts, the locals were more than used to the military presence being openly among them. The soldiers were composed of both droids and organics, usually in mixed squads, sometimes they had a droid officer leading organic soldiers, sometimes an organic leading droids, most often it was half-and-half. After all it did not make much difference who your officer was when pretty much all species were treated equally on the planet.

There were also many merchant stands set up along the canals, bringing goods to the festive streets of the capitol to take advantage of the crowds roaming it in celebration. The merchants were mixed as well, some organics, some droids, and while the mechanical soldiers used uniform droid vessels supplied them by the Guild of Hammers, the civilians were not restricted to such. Which means they would be able to see sightings like free war droids selling fruits or flowers, or an assassin droid selling balloons to children at the corner of one of the parks, or an astromech owning its own restaurant. Sure, it could happen, go crazy, sky's the limit when you're being ruled by a crazy old droid.

HK was pretty much like mechanical Bernie Sanders.

On one of the walls on opposite side of them Draco and Faith would be able to see a graffiti,

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Tanomas Graf

Guest
T
Post: II
Objective: Investigate Anza
ABREGADO SYSTEM, THE CORE WORLDS
Bridge of the Avenger

The old man watched the blue tunnel of hyperspace patiently as the Avenger traveled towards its destination, the primary star of the Abregado system, Anza. The destroyer had to take it slow and arrive a ways away from the star to prevent the sudden reversion from hyperspace due to the mass shadow of the red giant. "Reverting from hyperspace in ten seconds, admiral." The navigation officer reported, Graf nodded and set his eyes forward, ready to take command of the situation should he feel the need to do so.

The Avenger leaped out of hyperspace into realspace, and suddenly the fore section was impacted by debris. The entire vessel rocked as the collision of the shields triggered a shockwave. "TAKE EVASIVE ACTION!" Graf yelled while the klaxons began to blare. The massive star destroyer gracefully arched downwards, the ion engines forcefully pushing the vessel out of the debris field. Once the ship was stabilized, Tanomas ordered a ship-wide status report as well as what the hell that debris field was.

"All sections showing minimal damage, minor repairs are underway to the shields but we are in one piece, sir." One ensign reported. "Admiral, com-scan has gathered some info on this field. All Venator-class Star Destroyers, destroyed by the Confederacy dreadnought Malevolence during the Clone Wars...Reports had pinpointed it to somewhere near the star but it had moved due to the gravitational pull of the sta-...Sir! Scanners are showing multiple ships approaching, pirate in origin!" The com-scan operator dragged on, suddenly changing his tone.

Graf didn't even need the full second to respond "Get the fighters ready to launch, I want all weapons charged and ready to fire. This is obviously what we came here for, scum.". The bridge crew acknowledged this by immediately going to work on their respective stations.

Nothing says patrol like destroying pirates.
 
[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Faith Organa"]

There was much to be done.

The battle of Atrisia had taken a toll on many of the Alliance forces and the New Jedi Order. Atrisia had been a world dominated by extremists and it came to a head with the late child king. It was a great travesty that so many civilians lost their lives to the whims of a child and the Dark Force that had swayed him. Such a vulnerable age, so easily manipulated. That the One Sith had taken their claws to him did not come to a surprise to Rhen.

Inysh was currently being developed from a formally barren world into the local sector hospital world. It was through this that combined forces sought to continue to cultivate this through other means. Which is why Rhen was meeting with her Majesty Faith Organa and her consort.

Walking towards them, the old Corellian couldn't help but smile. It appears they brought younglings with them today. Well, who didn't enjoy children? Corellians themselves often had large families.

"It is good to see you well, your Majesty." Rhen politely interrupted with his greeting. He gave a dip of his head in welcome at the pait.
 

Elmont Block

Your focus determines your reality
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhJIZZcNQPA

Abregado-rae was the third of five worlds in the Abregado system in the Core Worlds. It sat at the beginning of the Rimma Trade Route, and was also the starting point for the 'Bacta Run.' It had a reputation as a rough-and-tumble worlds. And it was home to the infamous Abregado-rae Spaceport.

Elmont had never been to the spaceport before; but as he walked along its streets he decided it deserved every bit of the rock-bottom reputation it had worked so hard to achieve.

Not that it showed on the surface. On the contrary, the place was neat and almost painfully clean – with an almost grating antiseptic quality. And it seemed reasonably peaceful, too, as spaceports went, with lots of uniformed security men patrolling the streets around the landing pits.

Unlike most Core Worlds, Abregado-rae was fairly backward, to the point of being compared with worlds in the Outer Rim Territories. The planet's spaceports seemed safe, at least to the untrained eye, but beneath the surface glitter the decay showed straight through. It manifested in the slightly clandestine manner of the locals; in the blustering of the uniformed security men; in the lingering stares of the plain-clothes (but just as obvious) quiet security men. The whole spaceport – maybe the whole planet – was being held together with tie wire and blaster power packs.

A petty totalitarian regime, and a populace desperate to escape the fact. Just the sort of place where anyone would betray anyone else for the price of a ticket off-planet. Which was funny. Or at least sort of. For Elmont was walking towards a faded door with an equally faded sign holding an offer for off-world travel. He would really hate to die in a place like this, he thought, as he tried the door. Which was unlocked. Taking a deep breath, acutely conscious of the two pairs of uniformed security men within sight, he went inside.
 
[member="HK-36"]


The battle was over. The Sith Kingdom of the Atrisian Systems had been decisively defeated by the Coalition of the Willing. However, the price had been steep. The Sith had put the lie to their own propaganda about protecting Atrisia by turning it into a benighted wasteland, using abominable arcanic weapons of mass destruction.


Force Storms had ravaged the system, volcanic cyclones had devastated Atrisia and Lotek'k had been summoned and defeated. At this rate, Cthulhu summonings were becoming a parody, since the eldritch abomination had been slain three times in less than two decades.


Civilian casualties were staggering, and now a gigantic ash cloud lingered in the planet's atmosphere. It would take a lot of time and effort to heal this world, and even then the memories would remain. Firemane would be doing its part to help with the cleanup. Atrisians were disciplined and industrious folk, who made good workers. The corporation's paramilitary arm was already setting up a base near the ruins of Jar'kai. Even now, massive Firemane freighters were setting sail from Abregado-Rae, loaded with aid for Atrisia.


For the time being, those who'd participated in Atrisia's liberation had earned themselves some R&R. Elpsis was in her cabin when the Vigilance-class frigate emerged in real space. The young firemane was sitting in a meditative position. Lighting candles would've been a bad idea on a spaceship, but she'd gathered a few crystals and idols. Her beskar'gam lay on the bed, while combat boots were on the floor next to her. She was dressed casually in a pair of Firemane BDUs.


"Great One, I thank you for giving us victory and protecting us from evil. I beseech you to shepherd the innocent who died unjustly, to guide them through the shadow realm to your kingdom and shield them from the Black Wolf's claws. May they find peace in your forest, free of war," she said fervently, bowing her head slightly. She was still a bit shy about displaying her faith in public, but she was alone here.


It went without saying that she wouldn't pray for anyone on the Sith side. Far as she was concerned, Sith deserved no mercy. Some religions exhorted their devotees to turn the other cheek and forgive those who'd transgressed against them. Within reason, at least. Hers was not like that.


"All crew, prepare for reversion. We are entering the system," a computerised voice called through the intercom. The frigate jerked and emerged in real space, along with the rest of the flotilla. The vast bulk of the planet would come into view as the ships approached it. Scanners would pick up on the industrial transport ships in orbit.


Before them lay Abreogad-Rae. The eccentric droid's half socialist, half corporatist autocracy was an old ally of Firemane Industries, as odd as that might appear since the latter was based on Tygara, a world governed by a matriarchal monarchist confederation. Arising from the floor, Elpsis slipped on her boots and limped out. She'd have to get in touch with Firemane command and her folks back home on Tygara.
 
[member="Riimaurus"] [member="Keric Dynt"] [member="Kingsley"]
Rogue One/CO – Commander [member="Asmus Janes"] “Slick”
Rogue Two – Vacant
Rogue Three – Flight Officer [member="Ben Carlin"]
Rogue Four – Vacant
Rogue Five – Vacant
Rogue Six – Vacant
Rogue Seven - Lieutenant Commander [member="Choli Vyn"] “Smalls”
Rogue Eight – Vacant
Rogue Nine/XO – Vacant
Rogue Ten – Vacant
Rogue Eleven – Vacant
Rogue Twelve – Vacant
Rogue Thirteen – Flight Officer [member="Allyson Locke"] “Lucky”
Rogue Fourteen – Lieutenant [member="Owen Holst"] “Pie”

"Welcome!" Asmus said to the newcomers, a beaming smile on his face. Whilst he'd never been a great smuggler, he had been one one [member="Kairon Rees"]'s ship. "Grab a beer!" he added, undermining Keric's deliberate decision to avoid the stuff. There was a tray perched on the table with several full glasses from his uncle's round.

"Whilst I would hasten some caution I note that the group over there is planning a heist of an ATC bulk freighter and those lovely chaps are preparing a run at an IGBC facility. So, everyone knows the real right? We hole up, try not to drink too hard and wait for the target to be in position. Freighters armed with point defences will pull away the fighter screen, Rogues will make the first strike. Plan from there is..." he held both hands up with an impish grin. "... to be determined."
 
Objective: Cleaning crew
Allies: [member="Siriwook"]
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 8/20

"Wasskah, that's all I hear about you in the Force when you, or I, talk about the Trandoshans. We can always talk about Wasskah later. But now is not the time"

They got a chance to successfully use Detoxify Poison to neutralize the acid in the burns using Force-induced basic disinfectants, in hopes of curing the patient. Once the acid in the burned areas has been neutralized, Cathul used the Force to remove the resulting saline substance; said removal will be a little painful but applying local Force-anaesthesia as her apprentice does it, is almost the same as freezing the parasympathetic nerves in terms of how to actually perform such a task: in both cases, it's about freezing nerves with the Force. It will sting a little bit but nothing too excruciating: it's part of the detoxification process. Yet the literature of the relationships Trandoshans had with Wookiees was that Trandoshans believed in a being called the scorekeeper, whom they hold in religious reverence.

"Bacta is no mere salve, young one. Bacta come in tanks because a patient that needs bacta to be healed will need to be submerged in the tank, where the patient will wear a breathing mask. A patient in a bacta tank will feel as if the tank was an artificial womb and for good reason: bacta tanks actually administer the substance as a solution, and is kept onboard hospital ships precisely for severe traumas like third-degree burns covering the majority of a patient's skin surface, as is the case here"
 
Objective: BYOO
People of interest: [member="HK-36"]
Post: 9/20

She opens a channel to HK-36 on Abregado-Rae, while in hyperspace. Using Instinctive Astrogation Control and the calculations of parametrical 1-manifolds (the parameter being arc length here, which is to be minimized), their curvature, which, in turn, necessitated their first two derivatives to calculate. Yes it's true that calculations of curvature, and topology in general, was highly complicated, and beyond the intellectual abilities of many Jedi she knew, Mandalorian or not. Once she is done on Abregado-Rae, she would be on her way to Cato Neimoidia to support the Confederate troops as they face a rebellion on that planet. Why would Republican loyalists launch a rebellion on that planet while the Republic has long since collapsed? But HK-36 asked for her ETA so that he can schedule an appointment with her directly. So she opened a channel to HK-36, with the requested information, while resting onboard the cockpit, reeling in from the last usage of IAC.

"HK-36, this is Jessica. Estimated ETA: 6-8 hours"
 

Kingsley

intergalactic bird of mystery
Location: Epiphany Station
Objective: No Rest For the Wicked
[member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Kairon Rees"] [member="Keric Dynt"] [member="Riimaurus"]
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"Maungur's claws, I made it!" Kingsley chirped to himself just outside the cantina, hands on his thighs and panting in exhaustion. Scanning the murky establishment, rife with species from dozens of worlds, the Rishii spotted a human that appeared to be his contact. Composing himself, the avian took a final swig from his flask for resolve before stowing it and heading inside. He made a beeline for the man he suspected to be Rogue Leader, a square jawed mountain of flesh with a seemingly military style buzz cut sitting alone in a dark corner nursing a drink guardedly.

"The starbird rises," he whispered after sidling up next to the man. His words were met only with a blank stare. Kingsley repeated the pass phrase, and the colossally muscular human growled something at him in Hutteese. It was then, over the annoyed fringer's shoulder, that he saw a young human who bore a much more striking resemblance to the holo Kyros had sent him of Commander Janes, "Rraawk! Sorry, all you humans look alike."

Scampering off before the probably extremely dangerous brute in the corner decided to make an example out of his interruption, the nervous old bird approached the second group much more cautiously. Entirely failing to be discreet at over six feet tall and covered in feathers, he overheard just enough of their introduction to feel confident that he had the right primates this time. Kingsley had been expecting uncomfortable looking military types, grunts that would stick out like a sore talon no matter what they did to try and hide it, but the Rogues fit in so well in the shadowport cantina that he could not tell the Commander's pilots from the assembled freelancers.

Eyes catching the proffered tray, instinct took over and the Rishii lunged past the sandy haired smuggler Janes had offered a beer, swiping glasses into each hand and, wedging one into his beak he downed it in one gulp before starting to work on the second one. Oblivious to the pointed looks he received as Asmus told them not to drink too hard, he paused his gulping long enough to add his own addendum.

"I'm the bank. The rrawk! facilitator, if you will. Anything you need between now and go time, come to me," after downing the rest of his second drink, he added with a belch, "Also, if I die nobody gets paid. So, warrants a ponder, I'd say."

It wasn't strictly speaking the truth, but Kingsley figured a little extra motivation never hurt and that, were he here, the Grand Captain would appreciate his initiative.
 
HK-42 Had gotten the answer he was waiting for. He made his way to The Dancing Queen, as [member="HK-36"] instructed, and landed in the Hanger. He made his final preparations to keep the ship from being stolen, silently got off the ship, and wandered about the Hangar, waiting for the information unto where HK-36 Exactly was.
 

Sal Katarn

Guest
S
Abregado-Rae
Local Guild Office

A bound and gagged Dug stumbled into the guild's atrium. A fellow in a T-visor helmet and a fur coat came in behind him toting a slug rifle, with the business end pointed lazily at the Dug's keister.

"Bounty?" asked the clerk, an obscenely fat Besalisk with a beady look in his eyes that said he'd be a dangerous one to cross.

"Yep," the helmeted man grunted.

The clerk dutiful scanned the dazed Dug and chuckled at the results. "Stealing a Hapan's corusca gems? Bold move."

Muffled noises emanated from the apprehended thief, presumably curses. Inevitably, this only produced more belly chuckling from the Besalisk. "Everything looks in order. One question though, why the gag?"

"Wouldn't shut up."

"Good reason."

"Mm."

At a gesture from one of the Besalisk's four arms, a Hegemonic Automaton A1 model droid stepped forward and took the Dug into custody. The clerk nodded. "It'll take a moment for the funds to arrive in your guild account."

The hunter's head swung slowly toward the wall, where other bounties were posted. "Hm." He scanned one. "This right? A million for [member="Cathul Thuku"]?"

"What? Oh yes. Hefty bounty. Just came in, you know the Mando who posted it?"

"No."

At that moment the door slid open to admit a Mandalorian Clansman clad head to toe in vibrant orange armor marked with all sorts of symbols. "Gibb, how goes it?"

"Same old grind," replied the Besalisk.

"Ah," the Mandalorian turned toward the stranger, "​Su'cuy, ner vod. You wear the green and gold helm, vengeance and duty?"

The stranger grunted noncommittally.

"What's your name, vod?"

"The Shrike."

Gibb shifted uncomfortably. The Mandalorian cocked his head. "I've not heard the name. Clan Vizsla?"

"No."

"Funds deposited," Gibb interrupted.

"Mm."

Rifle under one arm, the Shrike turned around and walked out, leaving behind one very confused Mandalorian.
 
Desmond C'artyom stood back and observed his new ship. She was a beauty with a capital B. The ship he and the mechanic had started with was hardly recognizable now. She's probably the fastest Star fighter in the whole alliance! Des thought excitedly. "By the force, what a dame!" Des said appraising the new vessel. The mechanic patted the hull lovingly "She's been through a lot boy! A make over doesn't change what she is inside. Treat her good and she'll treat you good," He finished with a sad shadow on his face.

Desmond looked to the man forlornly "Awe shucks.. Look I'm going planet side... Why don't you come with. We can test this baby out!" It had been awhile since Des had a stiff drink and something told him the rust heads on this ship wouldn't give him one.

"Well I.. I got so much to do.." The old man began.

"Oh come on! What's one day," Des said as he got in the cockpit. He beckoned the old man to sit in the co pilot's seat.

"Well all right. Just for old times sake!"

The Krayt Dragon's Pearl Zoomed out of the hangar as Desmond took off at full speed. Droids and humans alike hopped out of the way, as the X-wing came within inches of them. The ship was met with sweet freedom as it entered the void of space for the first time, in a long time.

"By god! I never seen a ship go so fast!" The old man said, a huge smile split his face ear to ear.

"Heh I gotta a few tricks too!" They entered the atmosphere at supersonic speeds. The sound barrier broke as Des skimmed the water and dipped his wing to wave at the locals. They all waved back and gave out cheers of "Rogue squadrons" and "Hail Alliance". Des still had no clue who the Rogue's were, but he welcomed the praise. He knifed upwards and brought the ship around. He flew over the city and opened the bombing hatch. Confetti flew out of the ship and littered the streets below.

"Now, for the finally," He did a few three sixties for the crowd, a barrel roll, and a S turn. Finally for the crescendo he fired a few fire works into the skies. They exploded in a grandiose fashion of light and beauty.

Then The Krayt Dragon's Pearl was flanked by a pair of A-wings who began hailing him "Unidentified fighter you are flying in restricted air space. Please land or be fired upon," Desmond shrugged and the old man began tapping him on the shoulder.

"Yeah I know," He answered the comms "I'm with the Alliance. I'll land in whatever bay is open," Des sighed and brought his fighter into the docking bay. "I was getting thirsty anyways," The old man gave him a knowing look and smiled.
 
Siriwook enjoys the nerve-numbing use of cryokinesis on a small scale. She finally feels as though the disparate parts of her training are coming together into a cohesive whole. She also enjoys being referred to as young one. It seems familiar to her, but unfamiliar at the same time. She remembers being called something similar, but she also feels as if she's being called this for the first time. This reminds her of her dreams of living deep in the forest on Kashyk, far below the places touched by sunlight. How odd.

She also loves the idea of Bacta tanks and returning to a womb. She wonders what it feels like to float. And that makes her wonder about floating herself. Could she fly using the Force? She makes a mental note to try later. Her mind is wandering all over today. But it always has. Even when she ran through the jungle on Wasskah, she'd ponder a leaf she'd found earlier the same day. That is, when she was fleeing animals. She never thought of trivial things when the hunters chased her.

Scorekeeper is a word she does not like. It makes her angry to think that the Trandoshans believe killing is a game. She's angry at the injustice. As she feels this, Siriwook senses an internal shift in her orientation in the Force. It's almost imperceptible, but she senses that she's turned away from something important that she used to know--something she ought to have kept heeding. Something her father once told her about. What was it? Something about fear and anger and hate.

[member="Cathul Thuku"]
 
[member="Kingsley"] @Asmus James [member="Kairon Rees"] [member="Keric Dynt"] [member="Riimaurus"]
Epiphany Station- No Rest for the Wicked
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Aeshi strode through the hallways of the shadowport, inseparable from the rest of the crowd around her. Which was understandable, given the fact that this was her second home. She'd been living among smugglers and other criminals for several years. Minus that stay in a Rogue Sith prison anyways, but that hardly counted. She stepped aside to let a Bith slide past. Aeshi's pose was calm and poised as she entered the cantina, scanning the crowd for her contact. They were easy enough to see. She recognized Rogue One from the hologram.

She swaggered forward, hands resting lightly on her gunbelt as she maneuvered through the crowd. Dual pistols were usually enough to deter any trouble. But of not, she had a secret weapon. The Force. She hated having to use it in most situations, especially as a Warden, but if the situation called for it, she would. That was part of her duty and why she was here. Well, one of the three reasons. One involved credits. The third was the chance to disrupt and destroy an operation put together by those affiliated with the One Sith.

It had been a long time since they took her parents away. Years, in fact. Long and hard years bouncing between an orphanage and the streets of Coruscant, intermingled with Sith interrogations for anything a child of Underground operatives might have known. Those years had shaped her, hardened her, and left a durasteel sphere in her stomach. But perhaps now, with this chance, she could do something to set things right. To make her who she was supposed to be. A happy young woman with a starship of her own looking for fun times. Or maybe a commercial freighter pilot. Or maybe married and running a section of Tillian Family Enterprises.

Honestly, she had no idea who she would have been were it not for what happened, but maybe, just maybe, she could find some semblance of that person in this mission.

"Ahoy, mates," She said as she settled into the group, listening to the plan. "Ambitious but doable. StarDream is ready for recon or escape, whichever comes first. She can't handle a dogfight though."
 
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Firemane frigate, orbiting Abregado-Rae


Elpsis had decided to take advantage of the Watcher's communications systems to make a long-distance call to Tygara. The girl was pretty down-to-earth, once you got past a few eccentricities, but she figured being a Firemane princess had to be good for something!


Presumably a Firemane marine was grumbling in the background about wanting to call his sweetheart on Arkas. Anyhow, the redhead waited impatiently for the call to connect so that she could chat with her mother, [member="Coryth Elaris"]. Alas...someone else answered the holophone. "Seraph Kaida Taldir."


"Step-Mum? Where's mummy?" Elpsis exclaimed, when the holographic apparition of none other than Kaida Taldir manifested. The Eldorai's blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, she had a severe expression and still looked like a tin soldier even though she was dressed casually in a top and jeans. Well, strictly speaking Elpsis could not see the apparation due to being blind, but she imagined that Kaida was as rigid as ever.


"Don't call me that. Coryth is out. What's your sitrep?"


"Sitrep? You know I'm not one of your minions."


"I'm aware. I'm not allowed to inflict corporal punishment for disobedience."


"Y'know, I really wonder what mummy sees in you."


"Many things, now answer the question. I'll pass on your message to your mother when she's home."


Elpsis sighed, feeling tempted to just hang up. "Well, since you asked so nicely, Step-Mum. Atrisia's ours and fairly won. We kicked the Sith's arse. They were sulky and spiteful, so they torched the planet with volcanic cyclones and Force Storms. Like a whiny kid who doesn't want someone else to have his toys. Oh, and summoned Cthulhu in space...which is kinda dumb because how the feth could it breathe there? Anyhow, I kept the Firemane crew from going crazy when tentacle monster showed up and set some Sith on fire. Oh, and drained a big Ash Monster when it tried to consume everyone." Totally not taking more credit than was warranted.


"The spoilt brat on the throne tried to swarm us with an army of lame-arse droids when we got invited to the palace for 'negotiations', after the would-be evil overlord bailed because he's a coward. They got fried. Planet's a hellhole. Poor Atrisians. Hope we can do something to help them."


There were many ways to respond to this not particularly concise report. However, Kaida's expression remained blank as ever. "Absurd." A single word left her lips. "Should've just bombed the palace and killed all the Sith in it."


"I wanted to. The Jedi said no."


"Predictable."


"So...no praise? No 'Elpsis, you did a real good job. Your mother'll be so proud of you'?"


"If you want ego stroking, call Siobhan. When'll you be home?"


Elpsis huffed, feeling just a bit upset. "You're a big ball of sunshine. I'm gonna check out Abregado-Rae's wild life. They got some cute animals here. May check out the catacombs. Back in a day or two. Tell Mum hi from me and that I love her."


"I shall. Try not to get into trouble. Or embarrass yourself while partying."


"Seriously, what's your problem? I've been fighting the good fight, you just sit in your garrison. You're such an uptight, frigid...bi..." Alas, Elpsis' tirade was cut short because Kaida disconnected the call.


"Kid, she hung up."


"What? She hung up on me? Real mature. That's my job."


"Yeah, whatever, kid. You're also out of minutes."
 
Epiphany Station
Post: 4
Objective: No Rest for the Wicked

Keric took the offered beer, sat in an empty chair, and instantly leaned back in it while taking a sip. He listened intently to the plan, every once in a while checking a datapad that had a sliced view of his hangar. He'd need to have the Aurora up and running by go time, but it'd be a tight thing. Janta seemed to be doing an admirable job, and the Solarium Glasteel seemed to be mostly installed from his external view.



Aeshi Tillian said:
"Ahoy, mates," She said as she settled into the group, listening to the plan. "Ambitious but doable. StarDream is ready for recon or escape, whichever comes first. She can't handle a dogfight though."
"Well hello there..." Keric's mouth said without the knowledge of his brain until it was too late to stifle it. He grinned externally as he mentally smacked himself in the head. Then he turned to the group. "Aurora is almost sealed up and ready to go. Should be able to handle some dirt, but too much and I'd have to jet too."
 

Elmont Block

Your focus determines your reality
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-j-tPbOfYQ

It took his eyes a few moments to accustom to the light inside the hangar. Dim would have been an exaggeration. A solitary candle would have doubled the luminosity!

But he recognised the ship and gave it a quick once-over, checking out all the nooks and crannies where an ambush squad could be hiding. Having travelled once around the ship, he finally focused on the bald man lounging in a chair by the freighter's lowered ramp. Even in that casual slouch he couldn't shake the military air that hovered around him. Elmont could read the mercenary like a book. And the more nonchalant he tried to appear, the more the hairs on the back of Elmont’s neck stood to attention.

“Nice day for flying. You interested in hiring a ship?”

Elmont was acting as the middle man and therefore the most dangerous position to be in when you’re looking to bring down a slave-ring and an illegal trafficking network. Either party was dangerous. Combined? Well that was Elmont’s job – to keep them apart and at each other’s throats. If it went down the way it was planned, each would blame the other for the sting and he’d walk away with both arms and legs. And most of his fingers too. He was attached to them – literally – and didn’t want to part company.

“No,” he said, walking towards the seated man as he tried to watch all directions at once. “I'm more in a buying mood, myself. What kind of ship is this flying biscuit tin, anyway?”

The seated man sniffed with a second-rate attempt at wounded pride. “Flying biscuit tin, indeed. All you need to know is its cargo capacity, speed and hyperspace capability. You’ll not win a dog-fight in this thing, but that’s not its purpose. Load it up and get to the next planet a-sap.”

Hiring left loose ends. It was common for the slavers to buy a ship, use it and then sell it on to some unsuspecting wannabe trader – who one day would run into authorities with plenty of questions to ask.

The seated man wasn’t much of an actor but the odds on them being watched were slim at best. The location was as far away from the bustle of the spaceport as you could get without leaving it altogether.

“So, are you buying or admiring?”
 
Objective: Cleaning crew
Allies: [member="Siriwook"]
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 10/20

"Ah yes, fear is a path to the dark side, but by no means the only one. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate and hate leads to suffering. Self-awareness is key for you not to fall to the dark side"

While the patient's preparations for being transported inside the bacta tank are being completed, she realized that she might have been a little bit too nosy by talking about the fears of the dark side directly in front of a patient that is being prepared. There are many paths to the dark side: arrogance, fear, greed, but the most obvious for you is fear, she thought, while the saline solutions on the patient's skin were removed from her body. After the nurse was done ferrying the Trandoshan to its ward, where the injuries needing immobilization are being nursed back to health, she came back to the duet of Force-users to collect the other patient and prepare her to the trip to the bacta tank. Surely Cathul's renewed confidence in the ability of that patient to heal, given the proper amount of time in a bacta tank, would make the medical staff more hopeful that lives can actually be saved (regardless of what Geloyra does with her newfound powers).

"The patient is ready and stabilized enough for the bacta tank"

"As you wish, admiral"
 
Siriwook is visibly startled. Has something in her demeanor betrayed her thoughts? Or was Siriwook doing something in the Force unintentionally? She turns to her mistress and concentrates on speaking to her without speaking. She thinks only of speaking to her mistress. She focuses on just her, taking all other people out of her awareness for a moment.

"[Can you read my mind?]" she asks through the Force, willing her mistress to hear, wiggling her eyebrows meaningfully. She adds fingers on her temples for added effect. Her face bunches up. She probably looks quite ridiculous.

Siriwook was mostly curious about this new power. If her mistress could read her mind--who else could?

[member="Cathul Thuku"]
 

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