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Objective 1:
[member="Tionne Thanewulf"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"]
As the diplomatic entourage arrive, they would be greeted by a formal military greeting. Dress uniforms and body armor, newly polished blaster rifles, and elaborately crisp marching orders. Everything a ceremony of such import required. At the center of the formation stood the President and a selection of legislators from the various factions, including a familiar face to some Alliance members. [member="Mya Jesel"] stood among the crowd in a freshly pressed and cleaned spacer's uniform. Not like many of the others, but she was known for being different, having been elected by a voting base primarily composed of the space-dwelling miners and pilots of the system. The Caamassi president strode forward to greet them, placing his walking stick beneath his arm.
"Welcome, friends, to our home. Be welcome here as family." His security detail, about twelve individuals strong parted to let him move freely. The experienced among the Alliance would recognize that they were well trained and competent, with the Jedi picking up some trace of Force sensitivity among some of their number. Not to mention some weaponry recognizable as military grade Protectorate equipment.
A caravan of armored speeders drew to a halt and the President made his way over to them, followed by the retinue. He paused before one and turned back to speak with an amused tone of voice.
"I apologize for the short ceremony, it is truly unfortunate to not celebrate properly an event as momentous as this, but my security forbids from being in public very long." He climbed aboard one of the speeders, followed by the security guards and he leaned out to beckon to the ambassadors. "Please, join me if you will."
After the seating arrangements were figured out, the caravan departed, vehicles moving around to shift the location of the seated riders. They were taking no risks now. Not until the investigation was complete and culprits apprehended. The caravan would then rise above the streets and buildings and make a line for the Capitol building, avoiding the streets and risks involved. The president would keep up a chipper explanation and description of the city as it passed below them, making comments on culture, industry, and historical tidbits until they set down by the capitol building. where the security detail hurried out first, clearing a path, and then escorting the President inside past even more security guards, these ones in body armor and armed with bolters.
The rest of the entourage followed with their own security, heading past the main meeting room for the legislature, which was empty at the moment into a smaller room to discuss the treaty. The ratifying would come after.
Objective 2:
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Aston Jacobs"]
The shuttles would descend to the surface of the planet, angling quite a distance away from Yumfla to a coastal spaceport with a central walled compound. There would be no indication of weapon emplacements or that a Force using sect had its secondary headquarters here. It looked like a commune, because that was exactly what it was. Looking through the viewports would reveal a mechanic's shop repairing vehicles and a hangar with a few old starships parked outside. Greenhouses stood in the center of the compound and a half-dozen droids moved around two or three figures bustling between them, carrying tools in and taking produce out.
The ships would be directed to land not far from the hangar where a small collection of individuals in tunics and shirts indistinguishable from the rest of the Susefvi population met them. One was a older man with a kind smile and graying, but once brown hair. His hands were grease-stained and he had a smudge of grease on his cheek from where he had been tinkering with a starship. A dirty rag hung out of his back-pocket. The others behind him had similar appearances, although some had dirt on their persons rather than grease. None looked like warriors, except for generally muscular builds and the way they walked. Those who sought to study them with the Force would find that most had a Force signature that was barely detectable, if at all. The aura was definitely Light, but in a subtler, more ambiguous way than traditional Jedi. Their Light had a razor's edge to it.
After departure, the grease-stained man would stride forward to meet the party, wiping his hands on the rag before extending them for a shake to whomever would accept it.
"Welcome to Susefvi. I'm Wain Tillian. Heard my brother's flying around with you folks. Heard any of his crazy stories yet?" He gestured behind him and a weathered old protocol droid hurried up with a tray of refreshments, including a pot of a steaming drink. "Anyone want anything before we go into the conference room?" He turned to look over the outpost. "Sorry we've not got anything fancy like the one you put up on Sullust or in Republic space." He shrugged, lifting up the kettle and pouring it for anyone who desired to try the local seaweed tea. "But we'd rather avoid what happened to you folks not long ago with that assault. Nobody attacks an enemy they don't know exists." He paused for a moment. "Something we'd prefer to keep, mind you. An attack a tenth the size would destroy us."
After the guests had taken what refreshment they desired and gawked as much as could be expected for the first official government representatives to have ever visited the Jensaarai , he led them into the main building, passing through classrooms where some students could be seen tinkering with engines, studying flight manuals, or sitting in lectures. If anyone care to pay attention, the lectures focused on criminal investigation, bodyguard procedures, and personal finance. Wain continued with his small tour.
"This is our secondary school where apprentices study their chosen profession before the trials." He gestured into one room which seemed to be a machine-shop. "We are certified here and can offer certificates in several fields, which," He added after a moment, "Depending on how well you can convince the council, will be available to any of your students as well."
He stopped in front of a door and turned, face suddenly serious. "Good luck. The Saarai-kar and most of the council are pretty isolationist. Convince my father first if you can. He's the last one on the right." With that, he pushed the button on the panel and the door slid open. As the GA representatives entered, they would be met by the sight of the Thirteen who ran the Jensaarai. All wore their armor, making their faces and features impossible to discern. All except the Saarai-kar, of course. She sat in the middle of the far table. It was a half-circle and she sat at the apex, distinguished by her mask, which was a vision of her own face. The rest had helmets similar to
Veino's. All were based on animals of some form or another. One appeared to be avian in its lines and angles. Another had the curling horns of a bantha. All rose in unison as the representatives entered, gave formal bows of welcome, and resumed their seats. Lareena Thornn spoke first, leaning forward, hands resting on a gimer walking stick. Off in the corner, another armored form stood at a holodisplay of the planet and system with glowing dots scattered through-out. He held a sophisticated comm system and was receiving reports and making notations for the Council to respond to quickly.
"Welcome, Jedi. Please, enjoy our hospitality." She looked at the holodisplay and the surprisingly few dots scattered around. "It is unfortunate that we cannot be more hospitable, but the current situation has us stretched far too thin. We suspect a connection between the events and have agents investigating all leads." She gestured towards the other elliptical table. "Please, take a seat and make yourself comfortable."
Objective 3:
[member="Chevu Visz"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Jaren Solain"]
Jaren and his companion would find a nightmare as they progressed deeper into the facility. Death was the right way to think of it, for that was what surrounded them. Bodies lay scattered apart, wires sticking out of the corpses in the wrong places and in others it looked like machinery had been grafted directly to the bone with a welder. There was no finesse. No special techniques that indicated medical care. No, this was something else. Something very few would be able to puzzle together. Off in the distant corridors, a mad scream tore through the air before being abruptly cut off.
Four figures stepped out of a nearby side corridor in front of Chevu, weapons jumping up at the sight of them all, but lowered at the insignia. One stepped forward and removed her helmet, revealing a human woman in her early forties with a gruff, businesslike expression.
"New Jedi Order and Galactic Alliance, here to meet Commander Maclachlan." There was no question in her voice. Just businesslike focus. "He's dead, along with his staff. Sergeant Major Horn here, now in command of SDF operations aboard this station." She gestured back down the hallway. "We got one of things that got 'em. You might want to take a look. I've not seen it before and I survived the Rapture." She replaced her helmet. "Don't know how many more are still here. They vanished into the ventilation system." As if on cue, something echoed through the walls, something almost but not quite like footsteps. Something was off. The rhythm for one, and the uneven noise distributions between the alternates, and it sounded like more than two. Chevu would receive a telepathic message through the Force.
We are the Jensaarai investigating. Beware. There is a great darkness here and your light shines like a beacon. We will assist if we can, but we are being hunted by something.
Unfortunately for Gabriel, whoever had last inhabited this station last was lax in regards to their computer security, so the updates would take some time. It was a great tragedy of the universe how the updates always, always happened at the most unfortunate times. Other evidence lay around, in the filing cabinets, and the floor if he desired to search. Files would indicate a new owner purchasing the station some time ago, but long after its abandonment. Records of new equipment being brought in. Medical and biological, not mining or industrial. Even some faint bootprints in the dirt. He too would hear the echo of the steps in the walls.
Opposition:
[member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Kage"] [member="James Gabriel"] [member="Uul Dyi"]
For the two Sith assassins, they would find it a pleasantly sunny day in the city, with a clear salty breeze freshening everything up as they moved through bustling pedestrian and vehicle traffic. Street-vendors hawked fresh fish and drinks. Artisans offered to share their wares to be tried on while musicians played on the street corners. Flags and banners snapped or crackled in the wind. They would receive strange stares, almost wondrous, at the sight of the Jedi robes. No Jedi had been seen on Susefvi longer than anyone had been alive. Legends said one had been there centuries before, but some scoffed at such claims. Others held it to be true. It was a rare sight and children ran up to see them, curious about these monks of the far-distant Republic.
The fire-team would face no opposition yet, only the request to adjust their flight plan to avoid the congestion, redirecting them towards a smaller starport on the edge of the city.
