Dominion Movement in the Shadows | SJC Dominion of Rorak 4

[The Lorekeeper]

C h a p t e r- 1 :
M o v e m e n t- I n- T h e- S h a d o w s​

Rorak 4 was once the site of the largest slave market in Hutt space. But with the Concord's battle against slavery and the Bryn'adul war machine to their east, business became all but profitable. That was why the planet's authorities, a bunch of crimelords and corrupt businessmen, decided to turn over a new leaf.

In an effort to appeal to the Concord, the large space station orbiting Rorak 4 was transformed into a safe haven for the millions of refugees who escaped the devastation of their worlds. Among them were refugees from Kintan to Yurb, carrying little more than they could grab before fleeing their homes. Only the lucky ones were still with their families. The people of Wild Space had lost it all to the Bryn'adul. And there was one obvious scapegoat on which to put the blame on. The one that promised them safety and protection. The Silver Jedi Concord.

The more militant refugee communities found a leader in one of the Morgukai warriors. A Nikto by the name of Atun Sounn. He stirred up hate for the Concord and encouraged violence and bloodlust in his followers. His words and influence spread like wildfire, and would cause the refugees to take up arms against those who had abandoned them.
Those who would stand against this movement, such as the unfortunate populations of Rorak 4 and Affavan, found their sector swiftly taken over by the refugees who were out for blood.

That was enough incentive for the Concord to step in. Three diplomats were sent to negotiate, and three severed heads returned. The message was clear. The only way to stop this madness, was by force.

O B J E C T I V E S​

Boss Fight - DM opposition

"Cut off the head, and the body will die."

We may have to use force, but we will not let millions die over mistaken ideals. If we apprehend Warlord Sounn and his inner circle, we can weaken their resolve and put an end to this madness. The Warlord and his confidants were last seen on Affavan. Find them, and arrest them in the name of the Concord.

Social - No opposition

"No person is completely wicked"

Not all refugees are as violent and militant as those following Warlord Sounn. To show that we are still on their side, the Concord has launched a relocation program. Several planets, like Mnemosyne, Phaseera and Makeb have offered to take in the refugees. All we have to do is earn the trust of the refugees, so we can convince them to relocate and rebuild their lives.

Stealth - PvE

"Secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places"

Our intelligence has picked up on some disturbing rumors. A shadow collective of senators, figureheads and external organizations is conspiring against the Concord. While these are just rumors, the Silver Assembly believes the threat to be real. We will take this chance to sneak into the Warlord's secret stronghold on the surface of Affavan, try to find evidence of this conspiracy in his personal quarters, and leave before they get a chance to erase their records. ​

 

[Eloi Graix]

Movement in the Shadows

Objective: N/A
Location: On the Silver Tide in orbit of Rorak IV
With: Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

A few moments ago, they dropped out of hyperspace. It was not only the Silver Tide but also the Farseer and a number of corvettes - all there to support their efforts in the system. While many ships saw a dip of activity during hyperspace travel, the bridge of the Silver Tide had been bustling with activity throughout the journey. A lot of planning was involved in an operation such as this and while nobody expected everything to go though hitch free, most agreed that these were most likely necessary steps to minimise the number of casualties, both among their own forces, but also among the civilians they were there to protect.

Eloi had been part of this effort. His advanced age meant that he often preferred to stay away from the front lines, seeing as there were many younger talents who were more suited for the work. Even now, he was tired from standing for so long - but his mind was still as sharp as ever, and that was what mattered. Hours had gone since they first started but everything was coming together now. Most, if not all, of those who would participate in the mission had already stepped onto their shuttles, either leading to the surface, to the space station or to the distant world of Affavan. Logistical staff and numerous communications officers still remained on the ship ship, all doing their part to ensure that everything worked smoothly. The large SSD was far from empty, however - large sections of the vessel had temporarily been refitted to house refugees with an expanded inner security, large food supplies and a far larger medical staff than usual.

With a somewhat concerned expression appearing across his features, the elderly Master waved over a communications officer "Have the Farseer prepare another medical shuttle." he said, producing the faintest of smiles as he made his best efforts to not come across as too grim. It was always good to be prepared for the worst and he was happy to give the command - hopefully, it wouldn't have an impact on their morale.

Everyone knew what to do and if they didn't, he sincerely hoped that they had been paired up with someone who knew what to do. At any rate, for a few brief moments, the bridge seemed to be at peace. Whether the storm had passed or if it was just the calm that came before the onslaught was unknown to him, but he would use the time to find harmony. "Master Sakadi" he said, speaking to his fellow Assembly member who also remained on the bridge "I find myself concerned. This operation, this work we are doing... there is something I cannot see. Do you feel it?"

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

Objective: N/A
Location: Bridge of the Silver Tide
With: Eloi Graix

The Sephi standing beside the Chagrian Jedi Master had her eyes closed. She stood perfectly still, paying little to no attention to what happened on the bridge. But in the Force, Sakadi was active. She observed the many patterns that formed between the millions of beings who luminated in the Force. It was like studying constellations in the night's sky, knowing that each pattern no matter how small was a manifestation of the Force its will. But the amount of people present in the system made it particularly difficult to interpret the will of the Force. Even after five decades of dedicated study.

Nevertheless, she knew that something was up. It thrummed through the Force, this… tension. She could not determine what it was that caused this disturbance. but with this many rangers and Jedi present, there was no way they couldn't handle it… Right?

Sakadi opened her eyes, ears perking up for a moment when her fellow Assembly member turned to her. "I do." Her disembodied voice echoed slightly as she conveyed her thoughts through the Force. "There is a disturbance in the Force… Or rather a concerning lack thereof." She continued as she clasped her hands. Her gaze hovered over the fleet they had assembled, clearly visible from the deck's viewport. She wanted to be wrong, to tell Master Graix that there was no need to worry. But she couldn't. All they could do, was trust in the dozens of Jedi and Rangers who were moving into the system.

"May the Force be with them."

 

[The Lorekeeper]

Atun Sounn was a man of few words. Someone who judged others by their actions and not their ideals. Perhaps that was why the people of Wild Space followed him. Because his actions defined him. Because he did not whisper sweet and seductive lies to them, and because he led by example. But today was different. Today marked the end of his short reign. One way or another.

Atun quietly marched on, each of his heavy footsteps reverberating through the dark, maze-like sewers of Rorak 4. The stench was close to unbearable, having mixed with the fumes of the chemical waste dumped by the many surface companies. But the Warlord didn't complain. He never complained. And neither would his people.

"Lord Sounn?" The daunting Nikto's eyes shifted through the woman who caught up to him in a few dozen steps. She was Cyborrean. A seasoned veteran of the many battles against the Bryn'adul, just like him. And her tribe? Second-only to his own Morgukai brothers. "The Concord has arrived, just like you predicted." Atun Sounn's harsh features showed no reaction. Not even a hint of fear or anger. "Tell your men to shut off their coms and pass that order on to the other tribes." He was calm. Certain, and determined to see this through to the very end.

All five tribes who had retreated with him deep into the sewer system were fanatic loyalists. They had nowhere near the numbers of the Concord. But in a cramped, dark and treacherous place like the sewers of Rorak 4, it was the strength of the warriors that mattered. And that was what the people of Wild Space were known for. Strength. The warriors who had followed him into the sewer system would fight until the bitter end, motivated by their hatred for this supposed 'force of good'. Yes. In here, it came down to the strength of the individual. The Concord was no match for them.

Or so he had told the tribes.

Atun Sounn knew that their defeat was inevitable. Many would die, hoping to avenge those the Concord had abandoned. But they could not bring down the Concord in a single battle. They could not hurt them with a force like theirs, no matter how driven the warrior tribes were. No, this campaign was lost before it even began. Atun Sounn knew that, to win a war, you sometimes had to lose a battle. He would lay down his life to see the Concord burn. And burn it would.

Everything was in place. He had arranged it exactly as 'they' had told him. And that was enough for him. To know that he, Atun Sounn of the Morgukai, would be the one to lay the foundation of the Concord's fall…

 

[Mathieu Brion]

Movement in the Shadows

Tags: Open

The trip to Affavan had been a quiet one. At least for Mathieu who had spent most of it alone, focusing on centring himself for the mission to come. The advanced covert team which he was part of had arrived about four hours ahead of the main Concord force. It was not an insignificant part of the operation: Intelligence reports suggested that the stronghold they had their sights on contained valuable information. Information which the hostile forces might destroy if they were to be attacked. Therefore, it was important that the team he was part of arrived before the main force and that they had acquired any intel they could during the coming hours.

Having spent most of the journey to the location on his own, centring himself in preparation for whatever it was that they had to do, Mathieu had volunteered to move ahead of the rest of the team. Just for the early stretches of the journey. The planet was far from pleasant, seeing how the atmosphere was filled with smog, blotting out much of the sunlight which would otherwise brighten it. The location of the stronghold contributed to this as it laid by a quarry which had been abandoned for many years. At least it made it easier to sneak up to the base - it was built to withstand large scale assaults. Mathieu hoped that sneaking into it would be easier.

The journey there had been good so far. As he reached a mining cart next to an old heap of discarded ore, he stopped to study the Stronghold. It had seemingly robust walls with a number of entrances guarded by a multitude of towers. Large scale mining equipment could be seen sticking up from inside it, making the Padawan wonder if it laid on top of a larger underground complex. If so, they might have more possibilities to approach than one would first expect. He waited for others to come, turning around to the first person to join him "See the top of that crane over there?" he asked, pointing to the machinery which stuck up from behind the walls.

 

[Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri]

Objective 1: Warlord Sounn
Tags: anyone
Leehak Tano-Bonteri stood with his fellows. He had no intention of fighting, but he would if he had to. The Togruta was not in charge of this part of the mission, but he was a part of it nonetheless. He would do what he must, especially if it meant his wife, Zenda and daughter, Kuxirra, succeeded in their missions.

Objective 2: Promise them a Future
Tags: anyone
Zenda had chosen to help with the refugees. "We are here to help." She told the people, working with those who had come with her. The Togruta directed various refugees to where they needed to go.

Objective 3: What Creeps in the Shadows
Tags: Mathieu Brion , anyone
Kuxirra followed Mathieu and the others. When he asked about the crane, she nodded. "Yeah. I see it. What about it?"

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

​

Social - No opposition​

"No person is completely wicked"​

Not all refugees are as violent and militant as those following Warlord Sounn. To show that we are still on their side, the Concord has launched a relocation program. Several planets, like Mnemosyne, Phaseera and Makeb have offered to take in the refugees. All we have to do is earn the trust of the refugees, so we can convince them to relocate and rebuild their lives.​

Refugee communities have reached out to Master Jend-Ro Quill - a peripheral member of the SJO - who knows them from the Bryn'adul evacuation efforts. These community leaders have deep concerns about Concord decision-making's attitudes toward refugees. Master Quill has emerged from his hermitage to diplomatically represent community interests to and, if necessary, against the rest of the Jedi. He has sent a message to SJO leadership to inform them of this.


THE SPACE STATION
A SMALLISH MEETING ROOM-

Shabby, dingy, but clean. Quill and a trio of community leaders - a Kubaz, a Barabel, and a Tintinna - sat around a scuffed table. Behind them, supply cases stretched to the ceiling: this room was normally used for storage, and a couple of t'landa Til refugees had agreed to move out for the time being.

The room was small enough that, even at full capacity, Quill had a decent chance of keeping his particular limitations in check. The station's life, the complex existence of a refugee community, pressed in on him too - but this was far from his first time supporting a refugee camp.

Talking quietly among themselves, he and the three community leaders waited for Jedi representatives to arrive.

 

[Cadere]

Tags: Open Tags
Location: En route to Rorak 4

The Phenex soared through the light blue hue that was the hyperspace lane. Cas figured that he'd drop by and lend a hand in apprehending this Warlord Sounn guy, seeing as he was clearly off the rails. Also, it was a way for him to atone for what he perceived as his failure on Nar Kreeta, when he and everyone else lost to the Bryn... and because of their failure, it was the reason they were in this situation right now. He didn't display it outwardly, but the young Jedi Knight was racked with a hurricaine of guilt that he needed to clear from his system.

Exiting hyperspace in an instant, the Phenex halted its course - semi-drifting outside Rorak's atmosphere his brown gaze stared toward the orbiting space station. BB-5 relayed a few queried beeps and chirps through the cockpit's comm systems, "Huh? Yeah, I'm just thinking." BB-5 didn't miss a beat and was quick to make a snarky beep "Wow, okay. I'm totally giving you a memory wipe for that." Cas frowned. Intel says Sounn and his gang of goons were on Rorak's surface. Somewhere. Half of the objective would be to find him, and the other half? Well, you know. Shouldn't be too hard, seeing as he wouldn't be the only one searching for Sounn and his goon squad.

On that note, the Jedi Knight inched the control stick forward slightly and the Phenex would resume its course to the space station. He'd be there to meet with the others that he'd be aiding on this high-class mission. Upon his landing inside the hangar, Cas hopped out of his starfighter before turning and raising his hand slightly in front of him. BB-5 knew this gesture all too well, with a sad whir, the little astromech complied with his master and remained with the ship. Seeing his allies in the distance, Cas made his way over to the meeting wondering if they'd formulated some sort of plan to track down Sounn yet.

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Beltran Rarr

Location: Rorak 4, space station, rally zone alderaan.
Objective: Remove Sounn as a threat
Allies: SJC Personnel, Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri (by way of her father), all others interested in objective 1
Enemies: Raiders

• Armor: Katarn Mk. II Armor - Paladin Variant
• Clothing: Undersuit, Bantha Load-bearing system
• Primary Weapons: 10mm Pulse Rifle
• Secondary Weapons/Equipment:
  • Keres Hand-Cannon - drop holster-right thigh
  • 10mm Pulse Pistol - chest holster
  • Energy Buckler - right wrist
  • Tactical Vibro-blade - right boot
  • 4 x Fragmentation Grenades - chest rig
  • 2 x Hermes scanning drones - chest rig
  • Lightsaber - clipped to waist
• Spoiler: Commanding: Team Paladin

  • Lieutenant Harbok Mrawr
    • Wielding: Predator Assault Rifle, standard projectiles and incendiary rounds
    • Wearing: Katarn Mk. II Armor - Paladin Variant
  • Sergeant Jesson Doss
    • Wielding: Requiem Precision Support Rifle
    • Wearing: Katarn Mk. II Armor - Paladin Variant
  • Sergeant Paxton Reece
    • Wielding: Red OS-110 "Fury" Shielded Breaching Carbine named "Cindy."
    • Wearing: Katarn Mk. II Armor - Paladin Variant
  • Specialist Deklin Argos
    • Wielding: TDW Harm Rifle - Suppressed Configuration
    • Wearing: Katarn Mk. II Armor - Paladin Variant
  • Private Kyril "Grave" Graves
    • Wielding: Predator Assault Rifle, standard projectiles and incendiary rounds
    • Wearing: Katarn Mk. II Armor - Paladin Variant
  • Corporal Sariah "Digger" Graves
    • Wielding: TDW Harm Rifle - Suppressed Configuration
    • Wearing: Katarn Mk. II Armor - Paladin Variant

  [*][*][*]

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The severed heads of the diplomatic mission had been received by the Silver Concord. Their attempts at finding a peaceful co-existence with the Warlord called Sounn met with blood. Perhaps there was a time when the Jedi would have simply tried again, banging their proverbial heads against the wall, but that time had long passed. With the arrival of the Bryn'adul, and the slaughter that came with them, Beltran had seen the Jedi exhorting a far smaller fuse in dealing with scum like this.

And so Team Paladin had been called to, with the aid of others, put this being down. The team stood at their assigned rally point, doing their final weapons and gear checks as Beltran waited for the remainder of their party to arrive. Already, a Togruta Jedi named Leehak had joined them. As Beltran understood it, Leehak was the father of Jedi Padawan Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri whom he had met for the first time on Circumtore.

Others would be coming as well, Beltran was sure so for the moment when he spoke, he did so for his own men. "Alright people," He began, gaining their attention quickly. The core group of special operators, drawn from the larger Paladin Company, were in attendance. Beltran's second in command, Lieutenant Mrwar, a massive cat-like Togorian gave of a slight purr-growl, indicating that he was paying attention. In the few short years they'd been working together, Mrawr had become Beltran's right hand. There were few that Beltran trusted to lead his men when he couldn't, but Mrawr was one of them. He was a powerful warrior with a keen tactical mind and a penchant for balancing the bigger picture of a battle against the wellbeing of his troopers.

Sergeant Jesson Doss nodded. Doss had been with Beltran since his days as a Lieutenant leading Icarus Platoon. He had been grievously injured fighting the Bryn'adul on Yurb. But after a long and agonizing recovery, he had returned to become a squad leader in Paladin Company and the chief marksman of Team Paladin.

Freshly returned from years of self-imposed exile was newly minted Sergeant Paxton Reece. Reece had also been a survivor of Icarus Platoon and its fateful mission to Yurb. Following the massacre, he had joined Beltran on an off-the-books mission at the behest of Sergeant Tulan Kor . That mission had led to the death of the Galactic Alliance Senator for Duros and was a major contributor to the fall of Nida Heavenshield to the Sith. Reece had been so disillusioned that he had resigned from the Rangers and struck out on his own. He was back now, only because the threat of the Bryn'adul had become one so dire that he could not ignore. His promotion to Sergeant had granted Beltran yet another NCO he knew he could trust.

Next there was Specialist Argos, a young tech prodigy from the same world as Sergeant Doss. He had traded a promising and lucrative career in the tech industry to become a top level operator. He was young, brash sometimes, but eminently capable. Then there were the Graves twins, Kyril and Sariah-or Grave and Digger more commonly. They were brother and sister who hailed from the post-apocalyptic wasteland of Grunda. They had managed get off the planet, building a workable space vessel from scraps and eventually joined the Rangers in hopes of bringing aid to their distraught world. Kyril, or Grave, was a big man who was mute. He either didn't or couldn't speak. He had a heart of gold and anyone who took the time to get to know him found that he was an exceptionally funny man. His sister was Team Paladin's medic, and chief Medic for the larger Paladin Company as a whole. She was still an unknown quantity to Beltran, but one that he was quickly coming to respect.

"The mission here is pretty straightforward. Find the Warlord called Sounn and neutralize him. If possible, we can try to take him alive, but given that he's retreated to the sewers with several groups of followers, it is far more likely that we will need to put him down. Once the rest of our party is gathered, we will proceed into the sewers and move towards his last known coordinates. We will use drones to act as scouts, searching the sewers ahead of our advance and building us a real-time map of the battle space. We can expect heavy resistance. Most, if not all of Sounn's followers are veterans of battles against the Bryn'adul. They believe that the Concord abandoned them and they are angry about it. I could sympathize with their plight if Sounn hadn't just murdered three envoys sent in peace to speak with him. He's thrown down the gauntlet, and by some misfortune of his fate has brought us to pick it up. At the moment, he believes he has the upper hand, but we will soon teach him otherwise. Finish your mission prep and be ready to move in five."

 

[000]

Spoiler

Stealth - PvE​

"Secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places"

Our intelligence has picked up on some disturbing rumors. A shadow collective of senators, figureheads, and external organizations is conspiring against the Concord. While these are just rumors, the Silver Assembly believes the threat to be real. We will take this chance to sneak into the Warlord's secret stronghold on the surface of Affavan, try to find evidence of this conspiracy in his personal quarters, and leave before they get a chance to erase their records.​

It was as much could be expected of him after having been away for some time and only now learn of the going on since his departure. Regarding the plight as much the situation occurring on Rorak 4... concerning the refugees that rather than going thru protocol or checking in with the higher up. Ron decided to act on his own instead and somehow make his way there begin work in assisting those he could. Of which entailed mostly take much of his time in seeking out and gathering as many the orphan refugees that he could. Knowing all too well from personal experience how much hell it was along with much the danger it entails. Especially when backroom chatter became heated with rumor milling about that gang or those of the underground nature began to take hold within.

And so with great care, he then soon found himself on the planet to start …. at which time seeing how unstable the situation was along with the fact. Feeling the underlying uneasiness and distrust those he came here to help had for an outsider. He figured to at best keep his presence as well his affiliation neutral to which meant going deep undercover and not getting much if any of his Silver brethren know of his presence. Which into itself was a tricky proposition given the somewhat negative view other had of him. Being that he was not one to follow rules, how his former Master had turned once before as many others view he himself had as well in some way. As more and more he'd show some dark tendency didn't quite help. To which end despite all this still did what he felt was right no matter what others think....or how some of the methods he employed might skim a tad bit close to the dark edge. It was as he saw all for the best starting by raid some the suspected underground stage point his early intel had established. Where he figured most if not quite a few of the possible orphan refugees would be taken.

And so with his blaster aim squarely on the guard chest, he fired shooting him at point-blank range. While turn every so often to lead some of the scared orphan refugees he found out there towards the relative safety of a nearby safe area.

 

[Subject 648 Slipknot]

(Ignore this for now)

 

[Jyoti Nooran]

Then

The Echani still didn't feel quite 100%, avoiding most field work, but just like Circumtore, dire circumstances drew her away from the Rest. Last time it had been children. This time it was the integrity of the Concord itself.

Stories of short sighted conspirators were abound. The Echani wished to confirm they were just that, stories, but the veteran Shadow knew better. Crisis bred unity, but also panic and selfishness.

<And here I was inviting you back to Silver Space to avoid domestic disputes.> she joked with Allyson as she donned her disguise. Despite the pair being alone in her cabin on the ship, she stuck to telepathy to avoid eavesdropping while discussing sensitive topics. <I'm hoping this conspiracy business is just a bug of the Concord, and not a feature.>

As Grandmaster, she had always toyed with the idea of pushing the centralization Silver Space into a new republic resembling the Concord, but with any consolidation of power came the increasing threat of corruption. She feared the exact scenario she had imagined was unfolding, at an especially vulnerable time when the Silver Jedi senior leadership was in flux.

<Whatever we find...thanks for coming back. I wouldn't want anyone else on my six.>

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Now

The initial lead in the Shadows' investigation took them to the bowels of Rorak 4 with teams of other Silvers, creeping towards the underbelly of Sounn's fortress. The first leg of the journey was child's play for the Shadow, the wide spaces and cover providing an easy path to avoid detection out in the open. Even if someone did notice her, nothing about the Echani's disguise screamed Jedi or soldier. She was just another grubby faced brunette scrounging for scraps.

The next leg of trek was going to be much more difficult though, as they finally worked to infiltrate the compound, sure to be crawling with guards and other countermeasures.

She stopped with the others, listening intently as Brion pointed out the crane.

"Mmhmm - what do you have in mind?"

Mathieu Brion 0 000 Allyson Locke

 

[000]

Spoiler

Stealth - PvE


"Secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places"


Our intelligence has picked up on some disturbing rumors. A shadow collective of senators, figureheads, and external organizations is conspiring against the Concord. While these are just rumors, the Silver Assembly believes the threat to be real. We will take this chance to sneak into the Warlord's secret stronghold on the surface of Affavan, try to find evidence of this conspiracy in his personal quarters, and leave before they get a chance to erase their records.

Subject 648 Slipknot , Jyoti Nooran , Mathieu Brion

With his initial foray into the fray complete wherein after careful critical choices made along the way. He'd delivered the first batch of orphans out and into the care of some well-trusted individuals who despite their somewhat unsavory appearance. Knew all too well the horrors as much the dark fate these youth would have face if ever they came into the same fate as they had. All including himself were in fact once shared the fate that they had....orphaned and alone they all fell prey to the pitfalls of falling prey to organized crime at some point in time. And as such since after their liberation from their clutches vowed to one day make sure none came to share their fate. To which end when he put out the call to some of them for aid in this endeavor none seem to hesitate and pitch in whatever way they could. Set up a safe spot to meet and transport off-world in the hopes to reunite those they could with whatever family distant or close they had left.

At which time with the initial incursion into smaller outlying hubs and arm with a bit more intel gather from those orphan he'd rescued. Came the hard part as it all confirm his next target which was a compound further down the line from the one he'd hit. A virtual stronghold built on or around what could or rumor to be a mine of the sort. Which on all accounts up the difficulty as much the reason to err on formulate a far different approach of which between simply storm the place and play up the rouse step back into some their old personas. Including that of himself when he still did on occasion when did with his first Master. But stop as he himself swore never to once he'd left it all behind after his last Master passing...But then again as he let out a deep sigh if break one past oath to make good on a new one involving the current crusade he'd fond himself embarking in order save more orphans from the hellish fate then so be it. As the latter choice however hard it was had to be done....so with all was said or done.

Once the initial group had been secured he then set off retrieving some of the old gear and armor he'd once stash away. And as he slowly suited up the weight of both the history as much what bit memory he had burned into his mind in regard to "dark times" came to him. In that once done and he came to set off toward the next leg of his quest that he felt some though not all of that person he once was. Felt so tempting to flood back in that it all but took all his will power to strike a good enough balance between them. As he then mixes in finding his way with some of the crew heading off toward the compound which if memory served him right was S.O.P for most underworld outfit. As switching out some of the internal low-level crew from time to time helps weed out the undesirable along with bringing out the desirable ones. Those that were either ambitious or hungry enough to stomach whatever they needed to be done as well fill the ranks once the need arose. Which would seem never-ending as if nothing else life expectancy within the underworld rank and file was as best hell as much it was brief for most. Which to his thinking would be a decent weak point to explore in order to get in and do some internal recon himself before getting most of his assembled crew on board for this one.

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Location: Space-Station, Designated Meeting Room.
Tag: Jend-Ro Quill

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Caedyn Arenais arrived at the Space-Station via the Repertoire, his role in the overall situation being one of diplomatic standing and thankfully not someone who needed to be involved in the detaining of violent offenders among the refugee populace rebelling against and blaming the Concord over the loss of their home-world's.

The Bryn'adul had overrun a significant number of Silver World's, seven of them in fact, and the millions that the Silver Jedi and the Concord had tried to accommodate had been difficult to cater to, yet needed to be done for benefit of the people in need. That's what this was all truly about, making things work for those displaced by war.

On the flight to Rorak-4, Caedyn had been informed that another Jedi would be among the community representatives, however not a Silver Jedi but apparently someone with a vested interest, not yet clear to what his agenda was concerned about. It was a curious development, though the Jedi Knight was glad to hear that there would be someone else who's service and faith under the Jedi Path would be present, likely someone Caedyn would be able to relate within some degree.

Of course, being removed of their home-world was also an experience he could relate with, given the Sith Empire's occupation of Commenor so long ago now. To be able to offer these refugee's a respite from the violence and lawlessness that had already done them so much grief was a fact that had motivated his volunteering for the mission so much easier.

When he entered the conference room, the doors slid open to reveal the Jedi Knight, carrying a datapad in hand and a rather casual attire as he had come not from the Silver Rest of Kashyyyk but from Mnemosyne itself, one of the listed worlds able to provide sanctuary for those in need.

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

OBJECTIVE 2

Quill straightened up as the Jedi Prince came in.

"Caedyn Arenais - I don't think we've met. I'm Quill. These are Tzugal, Basta Rren, and Lyheer-" The Kubaz, the Barabel, and the Tintinna. "They're community leaders here on the station, and they've asked me to be here with them today."

The three leaders offered brief greetings. The Kubaz spoke little Basic; the Barabel and the Tintinna were fluent but kept their own counsel. Caedyn would sense distrust and worry.

"We're concerned about how the Concord decision-makers see the refugee population." Quill put just the slightest hint of emphasis on the first word. "And what conditions and opportunities are available on the worlds you're designating."

 

[Thal Mantis]

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His meditation ended with the words of the Operator, the team fanning out to set themselves to task for the mission ahead. Thal's bright blue eyes scanned the team as he entered the room, his lightsabers hanging from his waist. He had his father's face, but his mother's pale skin- anyone who'd been around Preliat Mantis (when he had his helmet off, that is) enough, could see that clear as day.

Not that Thal ever even met the man, or that Preliat had ever even known about Thal.

Another wayward son of Mandalore, cast out by life and circumstance. Thal had no place with the Mandalorians, and they had no place for him. So for the time being- his revenge gained, Thal was walking the path of a Jedi. Thal stood up tall, peering over to Beltran Rarr . As he understood, he was part of the team lead by Tulan that was set out to rescue him.

He could never pay that debt back.

But he would try.

His eyes were hardened, a realist made of the man who'd spilled blood as a slave and as a free man, in other's names and his own.

He had issues with what most Jedi did, but this Sounn- he was evil incarnate. Life was sacred, and life should be preserved. And to that end, sometimes life of one did not value the life of others. Even if Sounn did not happen to kill anyone, the suffering he caused alone warranted him being removed. Slavery was something that struck deep in Thal. Something that he needed to control. Or his hate would consume him, like it did his father, his uncle, himself. To that end, he was as silent as the big Mute soldier, his arms crossed, staring at the floor, trying to focus his mind for the task ahead.

The daunting task of trying to control himself, when it was so easy to lose it.

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[Caedyn Arenais]

As Jend-Ro Quill introduced the three community leaders Tzugal, Basta Rren, Lyheer, and he himself, Caedyn bowed his head to the small group, a simple gesture but one offering his respect and greeting. Indeed there was tension in the air, and rightfully so as they were peoples having survived the invasion of their home-worlds, being forced to leave only to be confronted by yet more costly and unnecessary violence on what was supposed to be their respite from trauma's already too great.

"Greetings, all of you" Caedyn acknowledged them, "I appreciate you all taking the time to meet with me despite these reservations you might be feeling; Rest assured I haven't come to force you all into doing anything you don't want to do" he hoped to assure the three community leaders of that much first and foremost.

"I'm afraid I'm unclear on how you all feel you might be being perceived by the Concord, however, I'm well aware of what you've all lost from the recent invasions. Not only have I been in a similar position when I was much younger, but I also fought on the frontlines against those responsible. I'm hoping that I can at the very least offer those who seek it, the opportunity to escape any more senseless violence and hardships the likes you've had to face lately" Caedyn expressed, honestly and genuine in his desire to see their circumstance improved upon in any way possible.

"I am a Jedi Knight, not a Senator, of course. I want to help, but I have no influence over the Concord itself. The Silver Jedi Order has sent me to help provide alternative worlds with current vacancies suitable for those who wish to, or need to accept them. I have here on my datapad a list of land titles and employment options across Mnemosyne, Phaseera and Makeb" Caedyn turned to offer his datapad to Jend-Ro who seemed to be the one to have the three leaders confidence.

"I don't mean to be rude, but..." Caedyn paused, curious to hear more about the views of the community towards the Concord itself, "What is it exactly that you feel aggrieved by in the Concord's view of your peoples? I'm only asking for personal clarity, but I am sorry to hear of it and would like to offer some solace if in any way possible".

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

Objective 2
Caedyn Arenais

"Dangerrousz szterreotypesz," said the Kubaz elder, Tzugal.

Quill nodded. "I'm a peripheral member of your order, and what I've heard frightens me, frankly. Terms and phrases like 'cultural cesspool,' 'breeding ground for violence,' 'not all refugees are out for blood'..."

The Barabel hissed in displeasure. "There's deep concern that the Concord sees the refugee population in this ssector as ssupportive of Warlord Ssounn. His ssupporterss are a very ssmall minority among millionss of refugeess."

The Tintinna nodded. "And all of that has a bearing on how we see your aid efforts and the motives behind them. Tell me, Mr. Arenais - is it true that relocating the 'cesspool' to more docile worlds is part of the Concord's effort to take strategic and operational control of this huge and valuable station, Rorak 4, and the sector?"

"We both know the answer's yes," Quill said softly.

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Caedyn's expression quickly changed at the mention of the words 'Cesspool' and 'breeding grounds', his brows furrowing in discomfort and disappointment as he listed to the reported mistreatment; "That's rather disturbing..." he replied. Caedyn, fortunately, hadn't heard anything of the sort himself, yet he couldn't ignore such an accusation.

The Order had been asked to help support the Concord in bringing whatever assistance it could to the lives of these people who were having to undergo abuse after an already phenomenal trauma, and to hear that it was suspected by those in need that they were being treated with such disregard...-He could certainly understand why the room had felt as tense as it had upon his entry.

"If I understand it correctly, the Concord has been in contact with the Government of Rorak-4, and it does seem very likely yes" Caedyn confirmed their suspicions, yet it didn't change the fact that he was there to help, and that help was being fully-funded by the Concord should they wish to accept it; "Given what you've told me, I can fully understand your reluctance to accept our help but if you'd allow me to know the source of this insult, I'd gladly look into it for you all. You've all been through enough and this sort of claim is unacceptable".

Naturally, he needed to know the validity of what they had heard. Caedyn truly hoped that lines of communication had somehow been crossed, for it wasn't a good feeling to be on the receiving end of such a thing, and he could empathize entirely.

"I realize that none of you are familiar with me at all, you'd not know whether to expect anything less from me than you would the next person but I asked to be here today, not out of obligation but the want to help in some way" Caedyn spared a glance to Jend-Ro Quill soon after and gestured to the Datapad, "There's a data chip in there that contains the details of my own private organization which I've contacted in the hope that they may be able to offer further support moving forward, and they'll do so regardless of your decision to stay or accept the Concord's offer" he informed them. Lifeline Connect LTD had been set up for times such as these, and for those who were in such a terrible position being displaced as they were and now feeling walked upon.

"If you would give me time, I would like to pursue the matter of your grievances with the Concord. I wish that it might erase all the pain you've all been through, and I know it won't but it's the least I can do" he said, taking a moment of pause and consideration before focusing back upon the community leaders and posing them the question, "If I can ask...-What is it that you would all like to come from all of this? I may not be able to give you back the homes you've lost but if there's anything you need...?".

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

OBJECTIVE 2
Caedyn Arenais

The Barabel snapped her jaws. "You assk who ssaid it? You might ass well assk which raindrop to blame for the sstorm. Xenophobia and anti-refugee ssentiment are not a matter of isolated incidentss."

"What we want," the Tintinna elder interjected, grooming her whiskers with her paws in an agitated way, "is for your government and order to become searchers, not planners. Ask what we need before you arrive in force - and then listen. Understand that a mass relocation effort that's not grounded in our communities' needs and desires has an excellent chance of inspiring more of the fringe radicals that threaten all of us - in one way or another. Here's an example. Many of us quite like this station and would stay given the option, but the planetary government has a long history of stonewalling requests for basic services and maintenance. It's not hard to see the Concord's relocation plan as a quid pro quo - getting most of us off the planetary government's plate in return for a smooth transition to Concord rule."