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Making Friends among the Ghosts (Galactic Alliance Dominion of Susefvi & Suarbi 7)

NPCs by Varon

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The Suarbi System, Quence Sector

Out near the fringes of the galaxy, overlooked and forgotten by most of the galaxy, lies the Suarbi system. It's composed of one star, one gas giant, thirteen moons, and an asteroid belt. The only inhabitants dwelt on Suarbi 7/5, called by the locals Susefvi. Very little of galactic importance had ever happened on the planet. A few skirmishes between Light and Dark, a pirate invasion. Daring exploits of Corran Horn in his journey to be a Jedi and the destruction of Invid pirates that plagued the old New Republic. Then for the most part, as time went on, it faded back into its obscurity, partially due to the efforts of the Jensaarai in their silent vigil over the system.

Things had changed though, brought on by the rise and fall of the Omega Protectorate. While not the most important system of the Protectorate, being far from the core, it had significant mining resource vale, not to mention the reforged Jensaarai. But with the fall, the system was again independent and younger members of society wished to remain that way. With the rise of the One Sith and Techno Union however, that was far too risky, so they began to work ally themselves with others in the name of mutual defense.

As the Galactic Alliance rose in power and respect, a group of legislators invited a delegation from the Alliance to the system in order to convince the rest of the system's legislature and President Elenan Balyin to ratify a treaty to make the system a fully fledged member of the Galactic Alliance. Some welcomes this while others regard it as a threat to the newly gained Susefvi sovereignty and strongly oppose such a move. There are even whispers of dissident extremists who have made threats on the President's life and those who support the treaty while protests begin to break out. In an effort to curb such negative reaction, SDF investigators have invited GADF investigators to join them in seeking out the truth of these assassination rumors and to arrest any conspirators.

Another political arena, unknown to the citizenry of Susefvi is also concerned with such a treaty. The Jensaarai, led by Saarai-Kar Lareena Thornn, and her mostly isolationist council are displeased with the recent turn of events and their disruption of peace and stability in the system, which they have worked so hard to maintain through various indirect and sometimes direct actions. Through what they perceive as meddling, Defender Veino Garn has arranged a meeting between the Council and Alliance Force users. Due to unexpected tasks and investigations, he himself will not be present to serve as a mediator or spokesperson on behalf of the Alliance. It is up to their representatives to convince the Jensaarai that this will not lead to takeover and destruction of the Jensaarai culture or responsibilities. The Jensaarai also have their own people investigating the rumors of assassination. Some Jedi have been allowed to join them as well. The meeting shall be held at the secondary Jensaarai enclave.
Serving as both an embassy and an academy, the Susefvi house acts almost like a foreign exchange for both interested Jedi and local Jensaarai curious about the rest of the galaxy's protectors.

One of the later stages of the Saarai-Kar's reveal plan, the Jensaarai purchased an old abandoned space-port on the coast north of Yumfla through their various cover businesses, wealthy allies, an old friendship with the local Caamasi Remnant, and accumulated wealth with the intention of creating an outpost where Jedi and Jensaarai could meet and mingle without drawing attention to the main Jensaarai enclave via increased traffic.

So, they renovated the port into a usable star-field and flight school. With the disappearance of who knew how many life forms and the disappearance of Omega Protectorate influence on the area, the Jensaarai returned to their roots. Independent, self-sufficient protectors of the Suarbi system.

Several of the hangars were converted to food production and a wall built around the facility. Waste and water processing facilities improved enough to maintain a sizable population.

The Ring Defenders were given a portion of the port as their primary logistical headquarters and the center of the port was walled off. This left hangars, landing fields, and sensors outside the walled off portion. Several hangars had the roofs altered to be turned into greenhouses while one of the landing fields was turned into open fields for crops. Moisture vaporators were added, as well as distillation and recycling facilities for both ground and seawater. Undercover Jensaarai and in-the-know locals (often family members of Jensaarai) maintained and worked these grounds. They sold surplus food, repaired equipment, and ran a small flight academy to keep the academy up and running.

At the center of the compound is what is referred to as the Commune, described as a reactionary attempt to survive the apocalypse. It's the walled off portion. Rumour has it that's it full of crazed survivalists.

In reality, this is the visible portion of the academy and embassy between the Jensaarai and Jedi. The rest was excavated in the bedrock below after the wall went up.

It has four levels, with residential areas in the lower two and training in the top two. There's a small speeder hangar and tunnel that leads out over the ocean for discreet entrance and exits.


On top of the domestic concerns, a new threat has developed somewhere within the system. Mining vessels have been discovered emptied and blasted apart. Security vids have been wiped clean. Very few survivors have been found and those that have been found were badly mauled and raving about monstrous demons that boarded from ghost ships to kill and slaughter their way. Abominations of machine and flesh, they say. Some speculate that such things are hallucinations caused by bloodloss, but others are unsure. The Susefvi Defense Force has tasked their best and brightest with finding and destroying this new threat. Jensaarai Ring Defenders work in the shadows alongside them, seeking any influence of the Dark Side or other threats to their system. Word has reached Alliance command through Wild Knight Commander and former Ring Defender Roth Tillian that they are baffled by these attacks, but they bear some resemblance to Final Order experiments and black tech. Passing the word up the chain, he recommended the Galactic Alliance Defense Force assist in this operation to convince the people that the Alliance is truly there to assist them. Alliance intelligence operatives suspect a connection between these attacks and the dissidents on the planet. They have leads including an abandoned mining facility in close orbit within Suarbi itself, an old factory on an asteroid, and strange activity on one of the other moons. Each one will need investigated and cleared to root out this potential threat. Jensaarai will assist in these operations in one guise or another. Guess which ones at your own peril.

Of course, for the many folks of the Galactic Alliance, there are other opportunities as well. Susefvi has been actively seeking foreign investors and local businesses are eager to make contracts with either individuals or the Alliance itself, many offering tours and demonstrations of their facilities. For others weary of the war and its hurt, the capital city of Yumfla is a marvelous seaside location with beautiful beaches and seaside vistas. Explore the area, take a cruise, go for a dive. Try the local seaweed beverages. Or explore the many sub-tropical islands and verdant countrysides. Beware, however, that the threats in the capital extend beyond the city borders and you never know what might happen. Thrill seekers may want

Objectives
A- Negotiate and convince the legislature to ratify a treaty to make Susefvi a full member of the Galactic Alliance. Assist Susefvi law enforcement to discover and arrest any conspirators threatening the President
B- Discuss the NJO and Force with the Jensaarai council. Try to get them to trust the GA or at least not interfere with their presence in Susefvi. Assist them in discovering and eliminating any conspirators threatening planetary safety and security
C-Work with Susefvi Defense Forces and undercover Jensaarai Ring Defenders in discovering the base of these attacks and eliminating the threat. See if you can find any connection between these raiders and the dissidents or potential conspirators on the surface
D-Bring Your Own Objective. Do whatever seems interesting, either of things I've mentioned or anything you might find interesting. Go crazy. Be safe. Make good choices.


With all these events happening, a Galactic Alliance fleet drops out of hyperspace near Susevfi to be welcome by a formal greeting from SDF and local dignitaries. The entire fleet not out on duty stands assembled in formation with fighter squadron escorts for diplomatic and other shuttles departing for the planet. At the spaceport, President Balyin and a retinue of legislators await the Alliance diplomats to give them a tour of the city before special session meets to discuss the treaty.

For those meeting with the Jensaarai, a speeder shuttle will be awaiting to give them a tour of a greenhouse operation to discuss food imports to support the Alliance. The driver is secretly a Jensaarai Defender sent to escort them to the meeting location. Before vanishing into the underworld, Veino left word that Jedi representatives should travel incognito to the meeting. It has been arranged that no other outsiders will be present.

Military personnel are to remain in orbit at alert for another raids. Word reaches SDF command during the ceremony that a mining station was attacked and the assailants vanished before scrambled ships could arrive. The commanding officer of the investigation has graciously allowed Alliance personnel the opportunity to join her in surveying the scene and reconstructing the attack while other forces devise a new way to discover these attacks.

Tour guide Gal Kyjin, a young human sits at the edge of the Yumfla spaceport apparently hoping to catch from Alliance members with discounted tours around the city or dive tickets. He waits in his speeder, dressed casually, but noticeably attentive to the happenings. Spaceport security notice him and flag him as suspicious, placing plain-clothes security to observe him.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the system, a figure stands in the bridge of her starship, pacing as she studies the updates on the situation. Reports file in to her bridge crew of operations throughout the system. She frowns and storms from the bridge. The Alliance has arrived too soon. It will be necessary to speed up their operation. A quick signal and a tightwave message is beamed out, bounced off several tiny relays, and encoded multiple times before reaching its recipients...
 
Objective: En route to the Jensaarai enclave.
Allies: Jacen is planning on joining the discussion, the Hounds have been called to aid in investigating the assassination plot with Jensaari.

For once, Jacen was not heading to the world in his armour. He wore plain clothes, no hint that he was a Jedi Knight. In his travel sack was his lightsaber, in a diplomatic case, but no other weapons or powerpacks. There was no battlefield communications gear weighing him down, no grenades hanging from a bandolier. A civilian shuttle took them down from the ANS Hope not a military vessel. On the way down he enjoyed a glass of juice and some snacks. He eyed the beers that were being served, but surrounded by members of the New Jedi Order, he thought the better of it.

Voidstalker was a trained Jedi Investigator, though he only had a year of experience under his belt. That wasn't much when considered; the best detectives took decades to learn their trade. Still, with his unique skill set he could still aid in any investigations, even if it was only to offer a fresh perspective. Appearing to offer aid was as important as being useful, but the assassination threatened to derail the talks of the world coming into the fold of the Alliance. Mutual protection was the glue that bound the worlds of the Alliance, if it was perceived by the public that joining brought new threats the talks could be doomed from the start.


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Objective: C, help the Susevfi Defense Force root out a strange threat
Location: Abandoned mining facility in orbit over Susefvi
Allies: [member="Peyton Steele"] hopefully
Enemies: Whoever wants to play
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Chevu Visz was visibly anxious. It had been a few weeks since the Mirialan Jedi Marshall met Gabriel Sionoma in the Tarisian Lower City, an intense collision which left Chevu with tangled thoughts, and while a part of her was eager to see him again, there was another that was haunted at the notion of his eventual arrival on Sullust. The Knight had begun to form an attachment despite being warned about it by every Jedi in sight. Two attachments, if you counted Peyton, the blue-eyed shifter. The power of attraction was more potent than the call of the Dark Side, and try as she might, she couldn't reconcile her emotions with her Jedi teachings. There was no time to meditate on the Jedi tenets, nor to ask advice from Masters in the New Jedi Order. For one, Chevu was always loathe to ask for help of any kind. She believed in self-sufficiency in all matters, especially personal ones. Also, with the galaxy under assault, and the force imbalanced, there were bigger fish to fry.

Perhaps it was better to simply push all of her focus onto mission at hand, tricky feelings shoved in a box and compartmentalized, at least until her stomach butterflies stopped their infernal fluttering. With soldiers in tow, Chevu made her way through the Susevfi abandoned mining facility which had fallen victim to a strange attack not unlike that of the Final Order. Survivors had been mangled and the attack seemed to have left some of them stark, raving mad. While the Jedi Marshall was waiting for brass from the Susefivi Defense Force to meet her at the facility, the Mirialan used the reprieve to independently scour for clues, looking for anything that spelled out motive or perpetrators.
 

Setzi Lunelle

Searching for Eleos's Altar
Objective: Assassinate President Elenan Bal'yin
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Enemies: The New Kids on the Block (Galactic Alliance)
Posts: 1/20

As The Pirate’s Foe crept into the atmosphere of Susevfi, Darth Azurea checked the coordinates for the capital of Yumfla and plotted a course on how she and her colleague would get planetside without being detected by the local authorities. The Sith Knight still owned a Mobquet Medium Transport, which previously belonged to the Jedi AgriCorps. With its new transponder and fake AgriCorps ship tags, this alone would help her and Sith Lord, Darth Pyrrhus land without much notice. If there were Jedi on the planet, the small cargo vessel would provide an excellent ruse. Some may wonder why the AgriCorps were here and what their mission was, but Darth Azurea still had AgriCorp equipment and even clothing that both Siths could wear to physically mask themselves as Jedi. Although fitting the Togruta into human clothing would probably be a difficult task. He would be better off wearing his normal Vonduun and staying close by but in the shadows. Furthermore, Azurea hadn’t quite decided how exactly to assassinate President Bal’yin, but they had a few tools in their arsenal – poisons, ranged weapons and if those failed, they would storm in close to execute him.

Darth Azurea – or today, Setzi Lunelle – would be on a fundraising mission to try and get on President Bal’yin’s calendar in order for him to donate to the local Susevfi AgriCorp chapter. Turning to Darth Pyrrhus, she said, “You’ll have to decide, Tanek, whether you want to accompany me as my second-in-command. No one will question that a Togruta would be perfect for AgriCorps, but it’s how comfortable you are playing along.”

In reality, the Shili native was the furthest thing from a Jedi farmer. He was a fearless and dangerous hunter. She imagined he would have a hard time pretending he was her assistant.

“Either way, you’re in charge of cleaning up my mistakes, should things go wrong.”

Even though Azurea was about to become the Sin of Pride, in the Sith Assassins line up, she held firm to a pragmatic self-criticism, which was almost an insurance policy. The brunette Sith Knight knew she was incapable of assassinating this well-protected President herself. However, the pair of them together would ensure the mission wouldn’t fail.
 
Objective: The totally innocent and harmless encounter with President Elanan Bal'yin
Allies: [member="Darth Azurea"] the benevolent
Enemies: We come in peace, promise.
Posts: 1/20

The last portion of their journey had been spent in meditation. There was a ritual to be performed, a spell to increase the likelihood of success. There was one art in particular that had always fascinated the Togruta Lord, and he had been delving deeper and deeper into it recently. His mastery was growing. It was through Sith Sorcery that he had found a way to mask his undeniably dark presence. Getting in was one thing, it was the part when they would be getting out after a cover blown, that they would have to be extra vigilant. With his menace hidden deep within, on the surface, he appeared like a perfectly pleasant Togruta. Except when he smiled. Those teeth were terrifying.

Jedi Master Tanek Santii rejoined with Setzi Lunelle, a Jedi Knight representing AgriCorp. Or that was the story he assumed they were going with. Perhaps she would go full civilian? Freedom was hers. Freedom was the way of the Sith, but today, he walked the path of ignorance and self-restriction. Though he looked the same, he wondered if she would even recognize him, as he stepped onto the bridge in his dark brown robes, typical of the Jedi. He much preferred black, but those would do.

"I will play along and make sure you have all the space in the world to do your job." His tone was compliant, as was trying to get into character. However, he was not able to mask its demanding intent. He would cover her, but he expected her to do her part, and do it well. She had her mission. He would not be her excuse for failure. If she tasted it, it would be found within herself. This was important, for the both of them. "Things won't go wrong. We will make sure of that. Trust in your power, you are not weak, Setzi" he had every confidence in that she would succeed. They were, after all, Sith.

The combination of Setzi's self-criticism and sometimes insecurities, combined with Tanek's blind faith and arrogance pulled them both towards a center where they just might have enough self-insight for this to work. In case it would not, hopefully the armour hidden underneath his brown robes would help their chances. The ship descended towards the planet's capital, Yumfla. Its approach had thus far been smooth and uneventful. "To think you used to live like this." Tanek said, trying to hide is disgust as he straightened out his robes as he started to move towards the exit ramp. At least she had seen the light in the dark. Perhaps it meant she would carry her cover much better than he would. "Are you ready?" her broad-shouldered companion asked her one last time. Because once they stepped outside, it was show-time.
 
Objective B:
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Eastbound and down, loadin’ up an truckin’
We’re gonna do what they say can’t be done

Kaia was all but humming as her freighter, corvette, home base, whatever, came out of hyperspace. The modifier of gravity grinned. This was going to be interesting. Her father had suggested she take a trip out here, seeing as her master was off running around with the Primeval or might be a Sith, or a businessman, she was going to listen to the next best thing.

And lately, that was her father. He wasn’t the dark side Force User of her knpwledge. He meant well, and he was working to change the galaxy for the better. And that was true. While she had great respect for the Jedi Order of the Republic, they were hassled by politicians and that just seemed… unhealthy? Maybe she could get some of them to come play here. Unlike her father, Kaia wasn’t a soldier, she was a pilot, though, and she was kind of still in her mind set of an odyssey.

She was supposed to meet up with the Jensaarai. She wanted to know more about them. Who was meeting her again? Orange Julius? No, that was a drink. Julius Caesar? Wrong universe. Was she even supposed to meet someone?

[member="Julius Sedaire"]
 
Objective: C, help the Susevfi Defense Force root out a strange threat
Location: Abandoned mining facility in orbit over Susefvi
Allies: None yet, maybe [member="Chevu Visz"]
Enemies: The One Sith and stuff

It had been some time since his escape from Selvaris, from the nearly departed and that elderly scientist who practically bred him. As much as he could cling to the ideas of hate and pain, there was a void now, deep within him where things like that used to live. It was the void left by a malevolent and obsessive presence, one he had chosen to fill with sentiments of hope and certainty. That he may have a future but that such a future was tethered to the acts he committed, if only by association.

He had originally gone to Sullust in search of Chevu but upon reaching near orbit, chitter chatter and banter across the holonet and communications would indicate problems arising on Suarbi 7. And as much as he wanted to see the woman, he didn't feel her presence upon Sullust. What bond had been formed on Taris didn't radiate with any form of presence above Sullust. But if the Galactic Alliance was like anything she had explained, they would be here, helping these people with their plight. And assisting with that, in some way or another, brought comfort to the man. To start new, the change his stripes, he would cultivate his own future and own up to his crimes. And maybe, somewhere along the way, he could be that person that his brother presented on Taris. That he presented, on Taris.

Blistering out from hyperspace, the Star Viper would head towards the closest thing resembling any form of organization. The Mining facility over Susefvi. The news had reported something akin to monsters and disappearances. Having a certain experience in both, he thought he could be of some use.
 
Objective: Hunt Down Bad Guys
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Peyton Steele was being deployed as an agent of the GADF. She was technically an intelligence officer, but with the Alliance still growing, she needed to multitask. And that meant she needed to get bck to Suarbi. She had taken time at Coruscant, but now we were out here, trying to convince a fringe Force group. And Peyton was listening to the Supreme Commander.

The Z-95 Headhunter showed up in the suburbs of Suarbi 7 and she started on towards the world. She was needing to a place where she could listen to the planetary fleet communications. GADF was going to need to start protecting the world, and working from that, they’d have some governors come in to help work with the world.

From there, who knew? But right now, she was here and that meant she could do some help, if it came to it. She figured [member="Chevu Visz"] was nearby, and was hoping to run into Little Green.
 
Objective: Smash & Grab
Allies: Me, Myself, and I
Enemies: Da'Police
Fine Folks: [member="Peyton Steele"], [member="The Revenant"], [member="Chevu Visz"]

This was not the Black Spindle.

This was not the vessel painstakingly refurbished by the efforts of one Jaren Solain. No, this...was a piece of chit. Cobbled together from scrap over the years, the junkiest ship in the Galaxy puttered along through the depths of Hyperspace. It was no small miracle that the thing didn't spontaneously explode or careen off course into an asteroid belt; both being potential mishaps that Jaren was keen on mentioning to the ship's captain.

"Remind me again," he began, looking up from pages of a starship catalogue, "why we are taking this scrap heap? I get the need to fly 'under the radar' but don't you think this is a little much?" The portly brute piloting the rig gave a grunt, as if to say "we're not doing this again"...prompting Jaren to continue. He rose, taking a moment to mark his page before sauntering over the the pilot's chair. "I mean, do you really think the Suarbi folks are going to believe our story? Garbagemen...who just so happened to miss the memo that the place is haunted?"

"Shut yer yap, farmboy." growled the brute.

"No need to get angsty, I'm justifiably worried about my ass is all." Jaren replied. At that point, the pilot turned his chair around. "Shut yer gob, or ye'll get ta boot. I've ad it wit yer complainin'. We go. We lie. We loot. Dun. The young Vulture was in no mood to be getting the boot...both physically or metaphorically...so he simply raised his hands in surrender. "Fine. Fine...Are we there yet?"



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It only took half a century for the jalopy to fart its way out of Hyperspace and slither into position. The Mining Facility was pretty much abandoned. Good. That meant docking at a "sanitation bay" wouldn't require convincing a bunch over underpaid brass. Jaren and his fellow Vulture, having since ditched their usual attires in favor of fitting jumpsuits, began the climb up the...rear end of the facility. It reeked, but at least they had masks to make things bearable. "Yew go nort, I'll go sout. Grab what ye can." advised the brute.

"I know, I know, meet back in thirty." With that said, the two parted ways at the top of the chute...and boy, did it smell worse than Jaren had anticipated. Sure, the garbage chute was bad, but this? This smelled like...death. "What the kark am I getting into." he whispered, before moving northward. Little did he know that there were some interesting things around the corner.

Zombies? Jedi? Only the next few posts would tell.

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Objective: B
Allies: [member="Kaia Starchaser"]
[1/20]

Julius felt almost naked without his vanguard armor on. In recent weeks he had spent so long on the forefront of battle it almost felt like a second skin to him really. For the trip down to the port where he now waited, he was dressed simply, as had become his habit when these meetings occurred. He was hardly your traditional Jedi by a longshot, much more martially minded. But he had volunteered himself to this objective because, if truth be told, the Order he was a part of was not exactly a copy of the Republics' own Order, and as such, in his mind, it was important to not really brag about those differences but to at the least point them out and admit them.

His robes, for one, were newly made, and were hardly the same as his old tans and browns. The color differed, for starters. They were primarily a basis of deep blues and dark greys that blended well together, giving an almost ocean like feel. The belt was the same as always, excepting it was black with silver trappings. His lightsaber hung from it, along with standard things that were not overtly war-like. It was important to not appear as if a Mandalorian always in their armor, but it was as equally important to remind them of what the Jedi were capable of. His research before the mission showed this might at least earn some mutual, if grudging, respect. As well, the typical hooded robe had been discarded in place of his favored warden cloak in deep blue, the hood pooled around his shoulders to frame his face.

Thrumming fingers on the hilt of his saber, he waited for Kaia, as his dossier named one of his companions. The Jensaari interested him almost as much as the Ang Tii, and he was honestly excited to meet them. If this Kaia would only show up.
 
Objective: Prepare Fireteam Wraith.
1/20

Just a cargo freighter. That's what Fireteam Wraith sat in. No fancy drop pods like they had been trained for, no amazing gear that they should have had. No briefing room. Thus was their test. This was their beginning. Fire years. Five whole years worth of training. Five years the four sitting together had been family. And this was their first mission.

Kage sat near the opening hatch of the freighter they had paid to bring them here. Purple eyes scanned across the group as he rested a hand on the pistol on his hip. The only gear they had was what ever they could get a hold of.

"We know our mission. The target is being taken care of by the others. We're here to get what information we can to find more targets, and disrupt communication. Prep up. We hit the ground in two minutes."
 
OBj. Meet with the Jensaarai
3/20

Kaia always had her lightweight armor with her. Right now, though, she was more worried about her ship. She was keeping herself in a locked orbit, free from the reach of planetary fire, as she went to her Spark-class interceptor. A rebuild of the famous Eta-2 Actis fighters flown by the likes of Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi, at least according to campfire tales and legends. What she was really here for was to meet with the Jensaarai, obviously. Learn what they could do, and convince them, and their planetary leaders, to join the Alliance.

The Alliance wasn’t bad, they were the good guys, after all. She knew she was meeting with another Knight of the NJO and was in a bit of a rush, that was why the fighter, and not Wandering Star. The fighter was able to get down to the planet quickly, land quicker, and the petite alternative Jedi hurried to her meeting space. She had black and gray robes over a simple fighter pilot’s jumpsuit. But that should be enough. She even had her Warden Cloak.

It was the words, and the records of the New Order’s actions that would help convince the planet. A little out of breath, she rounded the corner to come face to face with [member="Julius Sedaire"]. “Jedi Sedaire?” She asked, still a lot more green than she’d like to admit.

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
[member="The Storyteller"]
 

Setzi Lunelle

Searching for Eleos's Altar
Objective: Assassinate President Elenan Bal'yin
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Enemies: [member="Tionne Thanewulf"]
Posts: 2/20

The duo exited the Pirate’s Foe and were now heading towards the capital building where the President was likely to be. And for all intents and purposes, they did resemble two members of AgriCorps. Darth Azurea was dressed more like the civilian representative, while her Togruta Master was the stoic and calm Jedi Master. It was shocking to see him the unfamiliar brown robes of the Order. She was so used sparring with him in Vonduun or a black tunic and robes.

“All we need is a huge mud puddle now, and we’d be back on Selvaris,” Azurea joked, trying to get Pyrrhus to crack a smile. Only she was privy to the softer side of him, and even that side had fairly sharp edges. But he had taken her from the loose arms of the Silver Jedi, and had cultivated her talents, turning her into an efficient executioner for the Sith. She in turn, nurtured Pyrrhus’s emotional health, by becoming his lover and fighting partner. She had pledged to die for him in Mindabaal, and she would gladly do so, without hesitation.

Despite rumors that her own sister – long thought dead – was alive on Voss and recovering from her own ordeal. This new information was always in the back of her mind, though she tried not to talk about it. But eventually she would convince Pyrrhus to go with her to confront the Silver Jedi and find out what happened to Chastity. Her plan was to ultimately rescue the wayward Jedi, hoping to convince her younger sister to also join the ranks of the One Sith, where Azurea was quite sure they were both destined to be.
 
Opposition
Objective: Complete the Mission, No questions asked.
Location: Cargo Freighter
Allies: [member="Kage"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance
Gear: See Signature/Bio

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Gabriel looked at the other three with him, examining their lack of equipment. It had been hard to get hold of decent gear for most of them, they were a top secret fireteam and you couldn't just order rifles under their name. Luckily enough for himself, he was already well equipped upon joining the squad. His days as a mercenary left him with a good suit of armor, and time in the standard Sith military meant he had their standard weaponry at his disposal. Around his seat was everything, a shotgun by his feet, a pistol holstered to his hip, an alchemised blade on his back, a portable shield generator on his belt, and finally the helmet which currently sat on his knees.

"We hit the ground in two minutes."

"Let's do this." He said, sounding more begrudged than enthusiastic. Gabriel was a soldier, paid to do what he did, by no means did he do it for glory or fun. With that in mind he fastened his shotgun by the strap, slinging it over his back, and then placed his helmet over his head. As it connected with the suit the visor powered up, displaying his stable vitals and identification of the team's leader, Kage, who he was now looking at. Ready, he moved to the hatch beside the captain.

"Right behind you."
 
Opposition

Objective: The Mission.
Location: Cargo Freighter
Allies: [member="Kage"] | [member="James Gabriel"]
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance
Gear: See sig for link.
Post: [1/20]


Uul Dyi sat quietly, a toothpick hanging from her lips as she leant her 7ft frame back in the uncomfortable seat she currently sat on as the Freighter ferrying her and the rest of her Fireteam, Fireteam 1 nicknamed Wraith. Her and the three others of her group had lived together, trained together, breathed together, ate together. For five years the only constant contact she had had with living beings was through these three and, as such, they had become her family, replacing the one that she had lost.

She broke from her thoughts at the sound of the leaders voice, Kage's voice, as it rang out through the space they were in, shortly followed by James'. Reaching up she removed the toothpick and placed it behind her ear before reaching back to tie her hair back with the leather tie around her wrist. Standing, Uul placed the helmet that had been sitting next to her on her head, waiting for the slight hiss as the systems locked it in place.

Moving to stand besides her family, Uul smiled from within the confines of her helmet, the twitch of her lips unseen. "I can't wait for this karking piece of echuta to land! Time to have some karking fun, eh?!"

Chuckling harshly, the feminine sound sounding more robotic through the helmet, Uul removed her rifle from where it was held, cocking it.
 
Objective: A
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"], but wait for it.....
Post: 1/20

Three weeks ago, on board public space transport commuting between Eriadu and Sullust
Staring at people in transport vehichles had become a somewhat of a hobby for Tionne, giving her a chance to seamlessly blend into the crowds percolating along the Hydian way. She'd spend the time listening in to conversations spoken in a multitude of languages, gathering intelligence, overhearing rumours. Sentients were fickle beings, often disclosing to strangers much more than what was deemed appropriate. The semblance of anonimity had a remarkable effect on people's willingness to share information, especially if it presented a burden. Humans, on average, were very bad at keeping secrets. Thanewulf knew how to exploit this general flaw in people, usually by simply letting them talk long enough.

However, this was not one of those occassions, as most passingers used the opportunity of an early flight to catch up on sleep. Tionne too sunk in her seat, dozing off for a few idle moments, before a low chime sounded from datapad hanging low in her hand. She instantly woke from her half-slumber and drew the datapad to her lap. An encyrpted message. Strange, as she only gave the code of channel to one single person in the entire Galactic Alliance - [member="Coren Starchaser"]. A ginger brow was quirked in genuine interest when swipe of index finger revealed the contents of the message and attachment inside.

The Treaty of Susevfi, for your eyes only. Seal the deal at any cost. Use whatever you can. Expect company.

Thanewulf blinked a few times, not quite understanding what he had in mind. Only upon opening the document did the red-haired Coruscanti grasp what Starchaser had in store for her - to bring another planet into their fold, through form of legal-themed negotiations. Why not send someone who drafted the treaty to begin with, but instead opt for a Jedi who's expertise lay in completely different field? Perhaps Starchaser expected her to pull out yet another of her stunts, like the one on Vandelhelm.

"Damn it, Starchaser, I'm a scientist, not a legal expert!" she silently cursed, mostly to herself. To impersonate a slave, a prostitute, a smuggler or something of the like required no real skill or prior knowledge; she'd just have to conform to her lowest urges and the role would be well played. How she would acquire competence to act as arbiter in three weeks time, Tionne had no idea. People spent years studying comparative legal systems, while Thanewulf would have a week at most to delve into several hundred thousand pages of galactic acquis communautaire to see if there is ground for mutual agreement between Galactic Alliance and Susevfi.
Extreme improvisation was mandatory, with no guarantee if anyone will buy the rouse. A few idle minutes were spent in thought, before Thanewulf opted to reply.

Your slicer will be sent my resume, when I fabricate a decade of working experience in settling legal disputes. Keep the datafeed alive. What you know, I know. I need full disclosure, so I know what I am up against.

Now, the real question was - from whom would she be hiding? The Galactic Alliance, the government of Susevfi or some third party who had interest in negotiations failing? Coren's warning was not to be taken lightly; he clearly had some intelligence that made him so cautious to send a Jedi instead of a politician as a negotiator. Also, he wouldn't be using this channel if he wanted her to simply appear there in shiny Jedi armour and become a walking target. There were many unvoiced instructions in his short message, which Tionne intuitively understood without him even needing to elaborate. Once the message was sent, Thanewulf opened the holonet and began browsing the news to familiarize herself with current political situation on Susevfi, before shifting her attention to the treaty itself. The Jedi groaned at a little more than five hundred pages of legal gibberish.

"You signed up for this. Better deliver." she said to herself, mentally preparing herself to dig into document at hand, merely to master the terminology before landing on Eriadu.
 
Objective: C, help the Susevfi Defense Force root out a strange threat
Location: Abandoned mining facility in orbit over Susefvi
Allies: None yet, maybe [member="Chevu Visz"]
Enemies: The Sith peeps, wherever they be.

The Star Viper spun on it's axis, the wings and respective thrusters acclimating to the almost perceptible draw of the abandoned mining facility, in orbit above Susefvi. He hovered for a moment before setting the vehicle down, the blasts of the ships power sending debris across the interior landing position. As the claws dug into the corroded clamps, he left his seat and pulled the robe over his body. It smelled of something faintly resembling a memory, a long and never ending stream of nightmares that he forced himself to experience with every bit of openness he could muster. He was changed but it wasn't something the universe would accept. He wondered if it even could? Somewhere, beneath a youthful expression plastered upon haggard features, he suspected no. But that was the beauty of hope, it wasn't nearly as damning as his brother would claim, and it wasn't anchored to any form of realism. Hope was hopeful, for the sake of hope.

Stepping off the vessel, Roecnar on the small of back, he stepped into the abandoned facility and didn't see or feel something as much as smell. Placing his hand on the wall, paint chipping and curling back into fragile flakes, he scraped with his nails and wondered what could have happened here. This particular portion of the facility seemed to be used for clerical purposes, holographic displays and cabinets were covered in soot and black dust. As he approached a display, he pressed the power and much to his surprise, it kicked on. The feint hint of blue was depressed by the presence of accumulated dirt, refracting light across the surface. Leaning forward, he blew the masking away and it slid off like a sheet of ice cascading from a glacier.

Cracking his knuckles, with a smile, he began to type but was interrupted with a diagnostics screen as the computer went through it's scheduled anti-virus updates and discerning the reason for the previous shut down. He exhaled loudly and began clicking the enter button, ad nausea. On his travels from Selvaris, he had spent the entire portion bunkered down in the small cabin, meditating on the changes that he had gone through. His perspective of life, his views of the universe and of himself, and where he fit into things. He studied the actions of his brother, foiling himself against such deeds, in hopes that in the frame of his own mind, he could cast himself in a positive light. But such things came from positive acts and he would start here. With his first act: one of patience.
 
Objective: C, help the Susevfi Defense Force root out a strange threat
Location: Abandoned mining facility in orbit over Susefvi
Allies: [member="Peyton Steele"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Jaren Solain"]
Enemies: Whoever wants to play
2/20

Chevu didn't need to wear a chrono to know that Commander McLachlan and his squad of SDF soldiers were late. It certainly did not bode well for the SDF or the Alliance's mission on Susefvi. There was a restlessness in the Force, and a strange stillness in the air. Something was very fething wrong here. With worry painted on her smooth green brown, the Mirialan turned to the small company of Galactic Alliance troops under her command.

"Go on ahead and see what's holding up the Commander. I'll to head that way." She jerked her head towards an adjacent corridor. They were well-trained, and had Force-breaking weaponry. Chevu was fairly confident that her men and women wouldn't end up like those abominations in that mass grave. Even so, she added: "You see any Final Order or Sith? Get on those comms."

She stole down corridor, activating Master Oomomo's blade. It hummed into life and illuminated her crumbling surroundings. She crept along, trying to escape her fears. Backup was coming soon. Maybe Peyton Steele would be among them? She flushed at the thought of the woman. That flame still burned alright. Blinking, the Mirialan stopped. Up ahead, just around the corner there was a flicker of blue lights and the sound of someone typing. Swallowing hard, she reached into the Force and found a Light-sided signature, one that was achingly familiar yet altogether strange. She was about to press into the other's mind, rifling through his thoughts like a little green thief, but inexplicably, there was an unknown threshold she didn't want to cross. What was wrong? Her own hesitation puzzled her.

The Jedi Marshall was focused on the figure ahead, Chevu took no notice of the Final Order assassin haunting the shadows behind her, the edge of a garrote wire glinting in his fingertips.
 
Objective: Defend the Prez
Allies: [member="Tionne Thanewulf"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"], [member="Darth Azurea"]
1/20

Sarge was no stranger to protection details. He'd done it for Cira for years, and had been the personal enforcer of Ayden Cater for years before that. So when the Alliance made for the planet and whispers came of dissidents wanting to remove the President, well, you could bet your sweet candy arse that Sarge was going to be there to block the way. Clad in what was fast becoming his go-to armor, the man was never far from the side of his charge.

Despite visually being hard to miss, he somehow managed to avoid being the center of attention. The saber magnetically attached to a thighplate was never far from his mind - or his hand.

Slow day. That was good.

Rumors were rumors. He likely wasn't needed.
 
Objective: Figure out what she can do, observe, be ready
4/20

Peyton Steele was ready, but she wasn’t sure what she was ready for. The blonde was in orbit around the world, and making record of everything that was coming and going. Her Headhunter was in a slow roll as she was looking over something on her tablet, while the fighter’s systems were logging comings and goings and the installed astromech brain was filtering through communications.

She knew that there was craziness in the galaxy. Lightsabers purchased for billions of dollars, the final five Cylons being revealed, Sith conspiracy against their faction owners. The blonde was just watching and listening.

And that was when reports came up that there was a need for members of the GADF and others on the surface. Meeting with and assisting the Jensaarai. “Tally, command, Steele on her way.” The throttle was goosed and the thrusters of the Headhunter started to bring her down to the planet. Little did she know she’d run into Little Green. The two should probably keep in better contact with one another.

[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="The Revenant"]
 

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