Love Is Our Resistance - ORC Dominion of Hex Q52 (D'Qar/Alzoc)

[Jorus Merrill]

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Welcome to D’Qar.​

[SIZE=11pt]Objective Green: Settle In[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]The Coalition has rebuilt [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]an ancient Resistance base[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. Put the finishing touches on the facilities and make this base something special. Coalition friends on Alzoc have delivered many old starfighters to the site: compete to build the best [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Uglies[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] around.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective Blue: Heal Up[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Many Coalition citizens and personnel took severe injuries at the Battle of Utapau. The new base holds bacta tanks, medical bays, and social spaces to help the wounded heal. And if that involves gratuitous relaxation or contemplating retaliation against the Mandalorian Empire...so be it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective Yellow: Stay Aware[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]You’ve heard rumblings of war between the Alliance and the Galactic Empire. Patrol nearby space around Alzoc, deploy hyperspace monitor satellites, and make sure the D’Qar base is a functional early warning facility.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective Red: Lend a Hand[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Jorus Merrill and a mostly-evacuated Mandalorian dreadnought vanished into hyperspace at the end of the Battle of Utapau. Now Mandalorian wreckage has crash-landed in a forest on D’Qar. A vicious pirate/salvage gang has descended on the site. An improvised distress beacon indicates that Jorus may be alive.[/SIZE]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective Red

Coren had arrived after the battle with a selection of Alliance ships, and freighters. Helping load up wounded and other key gear, he was making his way for D’Qar, except, he wasn’t aboard his command ship, no, the sometimes-student of Jorus Merrill was out on his trail. He couldn’t find where Mara was, nor his daughter, though the latter was probably ignoring him. But he shook his head. He knew she was alive, knew both the kids were alive. The ship had one other member aboard that he knew he needed, and that was [member="Julius Sedaire"].

No, Coren woke up on Sullust in a cold sweat, he felt that burst of hyperspace and he knew what it was. He knew who it was at least. Jorus was alive, but he wasn’t about start shouting that without proof, least of all to Mara. He took the Tachyon Rising out into orbit around D’Qar after making a drop off and picking up some hyperspace gear. He had a trade show of Silk and Starcahser Enterprise gear here, but what he was looking for was proof.

Not just in the Force, but something he could use. Shaking his head, Coren looked back from the cockpit. “I know he’s alive, but…”

Damnit, Starchaser, get it together. First things first, you weren’t going to find Jorus with a snap. Get information, try to find him.

He moved his ship downstream of the hyper jump. He wasn’t about to start making wandering jumps, yet. Soon, though. Once he had a more… accurate idea. Of what? He had no idea. Jorus did things with a hyperdrive that even Coren had no idea how it worked.

Crippling overspecialization.


[member="Julius Sedaire"]
[member="Mara"] Merrill

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Objective Blue but truly Cyan

Great, her father was here. Why couldn’t he just stay away? He had the Alliance, wasn’t that enough? Sure, Jorus was here, and that meant that Coren had to be not too far behind. Still… She shook her head. Her father felt… different. Something was wrong. Something was darker. It wasn’t always that Coren was the bastion of light sided goodness, but there was something wrong. Still, it didn’t matter. She had parked the Corellian Dawn in orbit of D’Qar but she wasn’t about to head down to the planet.

She did send an astromech down, and was hoping spend a few posts being peaceful and setting up a hyperspace satellite. The Pulsar was off a ways from D’Qar, along one of the hyperspace routes that old smugglers, pirates, and the really bored instinctive astrogator was able to come up with. Still, it was worth it. What if the other side started making moves and taking the Coalition bag of tricks out? And Mandos, well, they were always just confusing anyway.

“Just keep searching for the names…” She shook her head as she moved about the main deck of her YT-2400. She was going to need to pick up another beacon, but right now, she had the Corellian Dawn set up as a landing site for anyone who couldn’t make re-entry. Her black hair was up in a messy ponytail.

“And I don’t know. Don’t ever let me get off a ship into a warzone. I’ll fight, but I need to do it my way. That sucked…”

She was talking to the droid, again. This girl needed friends.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective Blue
Allies: [member="Kaia Starchaser"] (indirect)

"This sortie was a nightmare... whatever could mitigate it, kills we scored, firepower kills or not, operational outcomes, whatever else the blood and wrecks of our fallen wingmen could buy, could only partially mitigate it at best!"

"Do you have any - any! - idea of what makes this sortie a nightmare?" Griet screamed. "We lost half the squadron we were in, and I have received no word from Ornfra or Tastidian about their squadrons"

"Casualties we sustained are only part of the answer, Griet. My mental equity has plummeted since Dagobah because my mental liabilities have skyrocketed since Dagobah"

"Hold on, Jane. How were those changes in your mental... statement of financial position making the last sortie a nightmare? Who is to say that your mental assets haven't changed in value since Dagobah? Also, what do you mean, your mental liabilities have increased at the expense of your mental equity? Finally, are you sure your mind is self-contained from an accounting standpoint?"

Griet is clearly a brain, too. This is the sort of questions that not everybody will ask. I'm sure she will understand the answers I will provide to her questions. Then I'll talk about vomiting in-flight, and having all the flashbacks, how those distracted me, and all that jazz. I needed to talk to someone about the nightmarish aspect of this sortie but who, other than Griet, will actually understand accounting, I don't know, she thought. Griet was left wondering whether Janick treating her internal changes, while acknowledging them in full, was just some red herring, but it would depend on her answers to these questions. Also, Janick made no attempt to prevent other people in the infirmary from overhearing so whoever was in the infirmary will hear about Janick and Griet arguing between each other about mental accounting and the horrors of this sortie on Utapau they just flew. In Griet's mind, Janick's mental assets could also have diminished - or increased - and also cause the other two effects in the witch's mental statement of financial position.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KaOC9danxNo​

Objective Red
[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Mara"] Merrill

At current, he was sitting in a bunk, meditating. That was something he usually kept quite private, his more Jedi like tendencies. Jokes and wisecracks were his normal surface heading, and only the rare few like his wife usually ever saw through it. There was one other who had seen through the veneer like [member="Keira Ticon"] had. Only one other really. [member="Jorus Merrill"]. Having their drinks on Corellia, he had fixed the Green Jedi with a calm and neutral gaze but one that pierced all the same to his very core. And in that moment he had told Julius, in much nicer terms, to pull his head out of his rear and find something worth fighting for and worth being a part of.

He thought he had done that, settling down. Starting a family. But that was not the case. It was a strange thing, never realizing the value of a friend until they were no longer there. A solid, constant, and empowering presence. Who had never pretended to any more than that which he was - a simple, and good in Julius' opinion, man. Standing as his eyes opened, Julius grabbed his lightsaber and clipped it to the belt on his hip, and strode out the door. For once, he wore as close to the robes of a Jedi as any would have seen him in, though modified for form fitting and slight armor befitting his fighting style.

Walking up behind Coren as he came to the bridge he put a silent hand to clap on Coren's shoulder. Something had changed in the days on this voyage. The battlemaster stood a little straighter, the grin shifted from cocky to confident, eyes deep and calm and serious. A few students had seen him this way, and his wife often enough. But this was a side that was... Calmer... Different than before, but somehow even more of the same. The voice was still the same as before, but calmer maybe. Others would need him now. But the humor was still there.

"We ready yet, fly-boy? We have a hero to find. And he's getting first class stripes and a jed-cred. He pulled me from the brink once, and I know you. Now we return the favor to our brother, eh?"

 

[Coren Starchaser]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cXt-e4sjB_4​

Objective Red

He had a few people on standby, the thing was it was going to take everything Starchaser knew to find what the hell happened to Jorus Merrill. The man was alive, that bit he knew, he was so certain of that. But it was the matter of where was he? There was a huge blast of hyperspace that radiated from Utapau, and with the battle still fresh there? The team was going to need to avoid it for now. What he did know, though, was that a pair of Aing-Tii specialists could get into the system without being detected. But should it hit the fan? Two tired Jedi Masters were not going to be doing squat against any remaining Mandos grunting and knuckle-dragging around.

Coren was in the zone, he was flying his freighter and smoothing out the wrinkles in hyperspace. He was not the navigator that Merrill was, but he had lead his people through the fog of the Unknown Regions. The Force was surrounding the freighter, lost in the deep space between D’Qar and Utapau. Coren was moving the ship through throttle until he knew where he needed to go.

There.

He heard Julius step in and heard him speak. His words were there but it was the meaning that the Starchaser was finding. A finger went up. One second.

He dumped engine power into the shields and fell into the Force. He reached out into the hyperspace one more time to make sure that was where he needed to be. It wasn’t exactly on the hyperspace tract that the ships retreating from Utapau were going to hit, no, he had several thousand kilometers of gravity well, but this was the safest place. He took a deep breath and then the Tachyon Rising left from point A and appeared in point B.

“Near as I can tell…” He took a deep breath, shaking his head to clear his mind. “This would be the exact spot that Jorus would have passed through. I’ve got some wreckage not too far off… I think its your turn.” Nodding, Coren stepped up from the pilot’s seat and stepped to the side.

“Deploying probes, and turning the Mapper on.” Two products from Starchaser Enterprises used for mapping local systems. “Shields at 200%, engines dumped. We’re not moving for a minute.”

Maybe with all this work the pair were doing, they should have gotten a healer aboard. Where were you anyway, [member="Rosa Gunn"]

[member="Julius Sedaire"]
[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wSwewlSkIXU​

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Objective Red
[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"]

The ship slowed, and Julius waited for a moment as scans came from the mappers. Once he was satisfied, he sat in the chair, cross-legged. Somehow, he made the pose look both regal and dignified, and a frat boy taking his ease, all at the same time and with the same singular posture. With a roll of his shoulders, the green outer robe slid off onto the back of the chair, and he pulled a twin set of jed-creds from his neck, and then slid a damascus style ring of beskar and bloodsteel onto the chain and dropped it to the console, nodding to it and Coren in a rounded sweep of his forehead as his hands clasped on his knees.

Deep, slow breaths began as he spoke a few words to those around.

"Try not to touch me, or make undue noise. This can get confusing... I will 'Walk as best as I can, and come back. The last time I did this, I hit a nebula in the Rift, and it damn near drove me mad. That happens again you get that pair of creds and ring to my son on Socorro, y'hear me fly-boy? And don't comfort my wife overly much..."

Closing his eyes, his drew breath slow and even like again, and his muscles seemed to slack, eyes rolling back in his head behind eyelids, and the Force seemed to warp around him...

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective Green: Settle In

"Whoa whoa, what the kark are you doin' there, boy?!" A vigorous shout roared in the room nearly startling both the Jedi and the two electricians. The drilling noise ceased immediately as the storming engineer pulled the plug on it.

"Erm, we tryin' to get them sensor countermeasure circuits. They ain't workin' apparently." One said.

"Yeah, we changed the circuit breakers. It ain't them." The other added.

"...and why did you not check if there was any current going through first instead of outright changing them?" The engineer raised an eyebrow.

"They were too old and nearly broken. You'd rather not have these things go faulty on you when you need them the most." Ember interjected. In reality, the circuit breakers, for their age, seemed in amazing condition. He'd seen them only after they were taken down by the electricians. But he'd rather not have needless conflict here. One of the electricians wasn't really fond of the humidity here, while the other kept saying he'd hear weird noises from the jungle at night. Both weren't too keen on staying here any much longer than they needed to.

"And you, Jedi? Are you an electrician?" The engineer asked the question with a certain dose of sarcasm.

"That I am." The Jedi replied honestly and the engineer simply shrugged in response, quite tired of leading a dialogue with any of the three.

"Right. Don't drill too hard. The whole electric grid runs behind that wall. Tear a hole in the insulation with that power drill and we'd be using candles for a long time."

"Heh, that way we won't need them sensor countermeasures right?" One of the electricians mockingly said in broken basic. The other laughed while the engineer gave them a cold glare before leaving them in peace.

"What a schmuck, aye Mr. Jedi."

Ember gave them a wide smirk in response. He wanted to focus on the job. Keep his thoughts away from the events on Utapau and the pain in his gut from that nasty shot still healing.

 

[Wolf Trammer]

Objective Green

Location: The Deceit, Courier-class yacht, near planetary orbit.

It had not been long since the events of Utapau. Raveem was still recovering from whatever had happened when he saw the Knights of Ren for the first time. Trying to comprehend what [member="Bryce Bantam"] had told him. Even now, as it was repeated in his head over and over, it sounded insane.

Embrace it...

Embrace what? The Force wasn't real. Just tales. Stories you tell young children about benevolent knights with laser swords coming in to save the day using magic. It sounded ridiculous. And... if so many people believed in it, then it was the greatest con of all time. Now that was a con artist worthy of buying a drink to. However, even as he discarded the idea of such a thing being possible, Raveem could not explain what he had felt in Utapau... and in all of those places in the past.

Today, Raveem was flying alone. Orobarra had remained in one of the Bothan's company hubs deep within the Outer Rim Coalition. He had come here seeking to relax a little. From what he had heard, the ORC had set up a nice lounge/bar on an old Resistance base. It sounded perfect. In fact, it sounded so great, he could not wait to land his ship and finally sit down and forget about everything that had transpired. Perhaps there he could find some... like-minded individual who was not afraid to get his hands dirty to make some Credits.

Still though. He couldn't stop thinking about it. It was all that was going through his head.

What happened in Utapau...?

Perhaps here, he could also look for answers.... wait... no... The Bothan shook his head. The Force... or whatever it was called. It was nonsense like he had said before. Looking for answers... Actually, it would sound even more ridiculous if he said it out loud...

Moving from his quarters to the cockpit of his yacht, he took the controls and prepared The Deceit to land. Entering the atmosphere, the yacht couldn't help but stand out among the rest with its shiny red and silver paintwork. Of course... it was all intentional. Get other people's attention. Whoever noticed his ship was a potential customer... or business partner if it suited him.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Objective Red

[member="Julius Sedaire"]

Rosa had pulled all the resources she could, stock piled a freighter with medical supplies and able bodies and gone with them to Utapau. The idea that the mandalorians would strike so hard, so far from their own borders was terrifying. The reports she had gotten from people had confirmed something that terrified her more than she expected it to. That Jorus had gone. Not dead, just....gone. Probably adrift somewhere in space, barely clinging to life. Rosa and Seydon had lost a lot of friends of the years, the thought of losing another was almost unbearable.

Not just because of the heartache for them...but what about Alna? What about Mara? Feth, that child was so close to the edge, even with Hylo at her side, she would likely tip. They'd pull her back, regardless, they would bring Mara back because Jorus would have done the same...but at what cost? No. Jorus wasn't allowed to die, not yet...not anytime soon either. She'd received word from [member="Coren Starchaser"] that they were on the lookout for him and was playing catch up on their trail.

Not the easiest thing when piloting was not your best skill ever.

She was a jump or two behind them when the navicomp on the Golden Rose went on the fritz and she had to stop. A message pinged ahead of her to Coren's ship.

Coren,​

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Having some technical issues. Am not a technician. Catch you when I can. Keep me posted with coordinates.​

​

Rosa.​

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Objective Green.

Mishel didn't seem to notice the carbon fiber that had been stretched out over her wounds from Utapau. While [member="Ember Farseer"] was helping around the base with the electrical grid, she was busy toying with a new lightsaber. Having left/lost her old one down in the mines and knowing the history tied to it, the teenager wasn't exactly eager to get it back. She flexed her newly installed cybernetic hand and felt a small jolt in the new neuro transponder. Mishel tugged at the new blue jacket that had replaced the maroon she originally wore when she first arrived in ORC space. The girl couldn't remember if it had been Ember or auntie Jo who advised her to switch jackets before traveling into GA space. Either way, there she was with a blue jacket with an ORC emblem embroidered on it.

Her hand hovered above her workstation, she sat beside her new neuro transponder charger fingerless gloves drew pieces of the lightsaber together. Her lightsaber construction kit had been laid out on the workbench. Piece by piece each part would come together, Mishel guided them with the force her eyes shut as she focused on the change that she was making. You must feel the force around you, where there is life there is also death. Fear, not these things, let go of this fear of death - for when we enter the eternal twilight we too shall be part of the force. It is what binds us all, Jedi, Sith, Dark Jedi and others, life creates death also creates. Reflect upon this, young padawan.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective Blue

"Answering your questions will require that we know what goes into a person's mental assets, liabilities and equity T-accounts, although by determining that, we may as well be answering whether or not one's mind is a self-contained accounting entity. In fact, all the other questions you are asking are based on the assumption that any given person's mind is, in fact, a self-contained accounting entity"

"I see that the NIMB actually helped you develop your accounting skills. We have a pretty good idea of what mental assets are: memory, fluid and crystallized intellects, creativity, to name the main ones. But since you mentioned liabilities increasing, can you describe exactly what you mean by liabilities? And, while you are at it, can you describe equity?"

"Mental liabilities include fear, anxiety, propensity to overthink and other flaws that could impair one's ability to use its mind, such as mental illnesses, and, perhaps it's a little too simplistic, but equity is essentially the effective usefulness of one's mental assets"

I know that a few dark-siders would kill to get the mental assets I have, even though I don't necessarily know these dark-siders by name. For what I know, there may only be just that: just a few. Even then they would realize that a perfect memory, whatever passes for perfection, usually comes with its loads of problems: Er'in knows as much, she thought, while having visions of Er'in's mental assets, as well as Griet's and other people whose mental assets she had a good idea of. She also ran a mental picture of the three main T-accounts, and also dug into the "journal entries" from Dagobah onward, finding out that the amount of flashbacks increased quite a bit since then. But has her memory really become that much better? Or is it something that required some sort of threshold for it to trigger liabilities? Obviously, when it came to anything battle-related, Dagobah came up more often than all other engagements, but alcohol triggered a different set of flashbacks, such as the alchemized drill bits produced on Asop to drill crude alcohol, which is triple-distilled to get 95% tihaar.

"OK, knowing what goes into a mental statement of financial position is fine and dandy but you mostly referenced that and the statement of changes in equity. Yet you did not seem to be complaining about anything that would appear on your mental statement of comprehensive income; why is that?"

"The statement of comprehensive income seems to be mostly concerned about the quality of learning I make, and the mental costs of learning, both of which are subordinate to the stuff on the balance sheet, and complaints about the balance sheet and the changes in equity would snowball in the statement of cash flows"

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective Red
[member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Rosa Gunn"]

Coren had a very specific set of what he was looking for, and today that was Jorus. But it also meant mapping the hypertrails in and out of Utapau in relation to D’Qar. He could feel the Force around him, the bristling excitement of the Outer Rim Coalition. They were setting up a military station here, but it wasn’t something too unexpected. He knew that they were a loose conglomerate of people, but still, the excitement and nerves from following the fight with the Mandos? It was here, it was everywhere.

Looking at the other Aing-Tii survivor, well, surviving the training, that was, as he had sat down. Coren had made sure the Tachyon Rising was a safe place for Force users, as he was himself, one. “I’ve moved the controls from the main station to the secondary. Anyhing you do will get recorded but it won’t send us into a jump. Not yet.” He noted as he listened to Julius.

“You’re going to be fine. You can pull back on anything in this system, and you’ll come out of the Walk just fine.” He nodded. Of course, if anything did happen, Coren would be heading to Socorro as fast as he could, but then he’d be down between helping two friends. Lets make sure the latter didn’t happen.

He sat down at the secondary control seat and was punching through a few of the commands on the ship, answering calls for help from the ORC by routing some smaller GA support frigates.

And checking the message from Rosa. He nodded. And whipped up a quick reply. Will send all steps we take. Julius is heading into the Flow. Hoping it can give us insight. Any word on Mara?

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Objective Blue
[member="Janick Beauchamp"]

She was working hard, she always did. Her father was in system and maybe that was part of the reason, but the dark haired Warden was more worried about keeping an eye on the comings and goings of this system. She shook her head as she looked up at her droid. “I know… wait, what?” She shook her head. Looking at the droid, she tightened her gaze as she turned away from the equipment he was using to calibrate her beacon.

“I’m fine. I told you, I just need to be offworld for a time. I’ll be fine.” She glared again as the droid beeped.

“I know that’s not how healing works. I… no. I was on a planet. I got hurt.” She was now arguing with a droid. Some fearsome Warden of the Sky she was. But really, she didn’t want to go back to the planet. “Let me finish up the last bit here.” Glaring at her droid she continued tapping at the screen, making sure the beacon was aligned. All while her droid was plotting a course for the base.

Looking up at her probe-droid she shook her head.

“Traitor.”

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective Green: Settle In

"I think that's enough!!" One of the repairman's voice tore through the immensely loud and irritating power drill.

"Nah, I am sure there's a few more centis in 'ere till we reach it." The other replied shouting with a thumbs up.

"I am not too sure, we've gone already quite deep in this damn wall and it ain't ending. Surely this aint the power grid the engin' been talkin' about."

"Nah, should be here."

"Are you s-"

ZZZZAP!

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Electricity meeting electricity. Sparks flying and a drill falling down on the ground with a startled electrician staggering back. The lights all over the base flickered before shutting down.

"WHO


THE


HELL..." A voice off a very pissed off woman pierced the air from somewhere. A cacophony of uproar happened next.

Red lights suddenly started dotting one by one various places as the emergency generator switched on.

At least now they knew that worked.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Objective Red.

When the Fleetwood arrived somewhere in the system, Fiolette lowered her head. She hadn't known Jorus long or much at all for all accounts, at best he was a business associate. Although she owed to him a great deal one way or the other. Subtle influences to expand beyond the First Order, "Petrovsky alert the nearest Coalition patrol, member, or whatever counts as a representative out here that we've brought equipment." Scanning equipment to be exact. While the technology had been originally developed to counter the Galactic Alliance's stealth technology she wondered if in the moment she could recalibrate it to help with the search and in the meantime, maybe drop a station of her own. It would be up to those here, to decide whether it would be a modified Watchtower-station or a modified repair station. "Farrah keep us on standby, alert the facilities on Rakata Beta to have the station ready to drop."

In recent days she had developed a military base for the Outer Rim, and a space station out near D'Qar and Alzoc felt like the days of dropping stations for the First Order. Only now it would be for another nation's benefit. Much like the base, there would be something in it for Primo Victoria.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective Blue
Allies: [member="Kaia Starchaser"]

"In fact, surely you realize that some learning you might make may as well be on account, on credit, even, and at other times, at the expense of mental well-being, so mental well-being is also part of a mental income statement. While, of course, I would associate depreciation with long-term forgetting and the allowance for doubtful accounts or the corresponding bad debt expenses with short-term forgetting..."

"Janick, are you crazy? I knew your memory was very good, but, assuming that your liabilities have increased at the expense of equity, your assets can move in either direction, or not at all. I do not believe you would leave your mental accounting books out of balance, no more than I could believe that you, of all people, would associate forgetting with allowance for doubtful accounts!" Griet responded, while rolling her eyes when Janick mentioned allowance for doubtful accounts.

I do realize that Griet is essentially claiming that talking about allowances for doubtful accounts in a mental health context is outlandish, outside of a healthcare management setting. Depreciation, on the other hand, is a term that is commonly associated with aging and its consequences, both physical and mental, she thought, while realizing that Janick could sense that another veteran from Utapau of the bruised variety was coming to D'Qar. Now, will she be joining Griet and her in the bar for drinking, she couldn't quite tell. Just that she'd rather not be drinking tihaar, because she'd rather not be constantly reminded of Griet, the drill bits and their joint contribution to the tihaar wells on Asop, much less of the triple-distilled, azeotropic tihaar. But perhaps listening in on someone else's suffering would allow to have some fresh perspective on her own problems. Janick knew that she was not going to be alone in suffering, but it was of limited, very limited perhaps, comfort. She began shaking on her bar seat, just that she has to regain control of herself once that new person arrived.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Objective Green-ish

Bryce drew the white bed sheet over a young Pau'an child. He was strong with the force but his connection to its' life giving power was not as strong as it used to be... He was still recovering from the battle, his soul trying to sluff off the hues of red and black as it tired to regain its' former brightness. All Bryce could do is look over at the mother who now wept at the bed, her hands firmly around that of her child.

"You said you would save her, what happened master Jedi, not strong enough? Just like in Pau city?"

Her words were that of a grieving mother, laced with pain and hate. He knew they were not meant for him directly but they hurt just the same. Damn Zelton empathy, it was getting stronger everyday. As he grew older the red part of him seemed to become more and more prevalent.

"I'm sorry, I was not strong enough..." Bryce said. He nodded to her and excused himself from the room. He had saved many in the recent weeks, but not nearly enough for his liking. Too many had died, and for what, some stupid glowing crystal? Truly a waste if you asked him, but invaders rarely do...

He received the signal that [member="Raveem Va'ah"] would be landing soon, undoubtedly he would be having questions about his powers now he had been awaken. So Bryce left the medical bays and strolled out into the lush green landing pads beyond. Waiting for the young Bothan to land.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Objective Green.

Mishel had just placed the last focusing lens in when she felt, then heard the power go.

Quietly she set the pieces down onto the canvas mat. The workbench wouldn't be messed with, not this far in anyway and so she turned around and wondered what [member="Ember Farseer"] was doing. Somehow the teenager figured the man was involved. Unless the old Resistance base could no longer resist the wild charms of a blue-eyed Jedi. Mishel slipped her hands into her pockets and walked through the base, "Ember." She drawled out in the mountain slant of Siverra. The small village parked near the Bastion of Ren on Virgillia VII, for as much as the First Order tried to bring some amount of class to the Unknown Regions. It would always be so far out that words had a way of falling on one another. "Ember, are you messing around back here?"

 

[Wolf Trammer]

Objective Green

Yet another smooth landing for The Deceit. It set down easy on the landing pad, making Raveem sigh in relief. This was a ritual of some kind. He was always afraid that at some point he was going to screw up a landing and scratch the paint of his beloved yacht.

Another happy landing. He thought as he exited the cockpit and headed to his room, the largest inside of the ship. For a vessel that was too small to be called a Corvette yet too big to be called a fighter, the yacht looked larger on the inside than it did on the outside. Raveem's room was a good example of this design. Opulence and exaggerated luxury everywhere. Wampa fur rugs, Bothan draperies, murals and paintings. One could live here and never grow tired of the scenery. Not to mention the view he had every time he laid on that bed. The stars of Endless Space.

Now he was deciding what to wear. Looking over a cabinet, he went through every single one of his coats. He had used all of them. And all of them wore the scars of jobs gone wrong or minor accidents or simply worn out by time. Despite being custom tailored to his line of work (extra pockets, a unique weave to protect him against melee blows and blaster bolts... somewhat), they were not immune to time. Well... he was still young, but these coats had gone through so many jobs... they were probably twice as older as he was.

Anyway...

He shook his head. He was getting distracted choosing what to wear. Truly, had he gone this far in his search for attention? What a thing to carry on from his mother. For the first time, the Bothan chose to wear something more practical...

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This particular outfit, he had inherited from his father, who at some point during his youth was an agent for the Bothan Spynet. Travelling the Galaxy, stealing secrets for the highest bidder. Its how his father started... and ultimately it was his undoing. So far, Raveem had been lucky. With some hope... and luck he donned the field vest and fatigues, holstered his disintegrator on the leather holster around his waist... and of course, he picked up his trusty datapad. Couldn't go anywhere without it.

With a hiss, the hydraulics of The Deceit's ramp spewed out smoke as it lowered. Looking around, the Bothan, as always (it had become a habit at this point) cautiously exited his ship. As usual, he scanned the perimeter for who was nearby. No one it seemed. Other than [member="Bryce Bantam"] of course. But... he was going to avoid him. Raveem was smarter than this. He wasn't going to fall for street magic tricks or cheap illusions. Period...