Nine Tenths of Farquar [Commenor Systems Alliance Dominion of the Farquar Hex]

[WolfMortum]

Commenor Systems Alliance: ​

Dominion of the Farquar Hex​

Start Date: 20/10/2017
Post Requirement For Completion: 50 (Minimum)
Any Member Can Join: Yes.
Minor Faction involvement: CSA Friendlies.
Gains: Farquar Hex (Pesmenban, Farquar)

Background:

• The Farquar system was a star system located in the Kurost sector in the region of the galaxy known as the Mid Rim. The system contained the planet Farquar III. It was aligned with the Separatists during the Clone Wars. In 22 BBY, it was the location of a battle between Galactic Republic and Separatist forces, as the Republic attempted to destroy a droid factory that had been built on the planet.
• The Pesmenben system was a star system located within the Teraab sector of the Mid Rim. The system contained the mining world Pesmenben IV. Pesmenben IV was a mining world in Teraab sector.

Objectives:

Farquar III: An Confederate World by nature, the Government of Farquar is less enthused about meeting with the delegations of the Commenor Systems Alliance, apprehensive over talks of being taken in under the CSA's banner due to Commenor's democratic governance. As a Monarchy led people, it's been suggested that the two governments are similar in desire and taste for future standards in close collaboration and preservation of gracious living for the people under their care.

Due to the tension surrounding this political venture, politics comes once more into play. This is very much the endeavor for the former Senator, the Queen or any other person of prominent position with a gift for the gab and a silver tongue! Otherwise...-Who knows, perhaps a little theraputic shopping might be on the agenda for the less aspiring type...

• Meet with the representatives of Farquar III, discuss possible future business and trade between them and the CSA . (Alliance talks reserved for Government members of the CSA).
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  Investigate the Abandoned Droid Facility and discover whether or not it could benefit Commenor or the Military Suppliers/Companies they endorse.
  
• Bring your own Objective!

Pesmenben IV: Pesmenben IV's primary terrain is a harsh desert landscape which covers a haven for smugglers and rogues that plunder the mines located throughout her embedded ravines and caverns digging deep into the rock bed. The terrain here is dry, hardened earth with very little vegetation outside of what the moisture farms and agricultural struggles of the local man fight to provide. The World's settlements require regular supplies and have thus far been trading with less than ideal sources. As a result of this, Commenor being a main trading hub within the Expansion Regions, the call has been made to meet with the locals and provide fresh resources to help drive forward provincial living; solidifying relations with the governing party of Pesmenben IV.

In exchange for the CSA's assistance and willingness to provide for the people of the hard world, the leadership has agreed to share their mining rights with the Systems Alliance should we secure a mining facility formerly preoccupied from a rogue criminal cell known as "The Raknar". These roughnecks and scavengers are rumored to have killed the prior residents and workers and since ceased control of mining operations within the area.

• Provide supplies and trade for the people down within the major settlements within the region.
• Secure the Mining Facility from "The Raknar" Criminal Cell.
• Bring your own Objective!

Tag list:

Spoiler

[member="Lady Kay"], [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Bradshaw Ku"], [member="Natalie LaForte"], [member="Darben Skirae"], [member="Corey Brave"], [member="Darlyn Excron"], [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"], [member="B'enor Benjeel"], [member="Ardgal Raxis"], [member="Artemis Nightstalker"], [member="Atheus Voidwalker"], [member="Cambria Zadira"], [member="Benjamin Erinhart"], [member="Captain August"], [member="Cassius Droma"], [member="Elaine Thul"], [member="Jorhan Stahl"], [member="Kirie Ito"], [member="Klesta"], [member="Lauri Törni"], [member="Mythos"], [member="Macoda Haberon"], [member="Rex Cruger"], [member="Silfe Sosuri"], [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"], [member="Symara Tarriq"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Ulic Adraya"], [member="Virak Ip"] & more...

Please be certain to tag everyone with the "@ Command" to ensure all are notified of responses. Using the "[Member Code]" will only display the names of members without notice as was done in this initial outline.

 

[WolfMortum]

Post: One !​

Location: The Commenori Pheonix: The KingsGuard​

Objective: Farquar III - Meet with the Governing Leaders​

Company: [member="Lady Kay"]​

It was the first time that the pair of them had been together again since [member="Lady Kay"]'s return from business off-world; she and her husband Veiere Arenais once again having their precious little time together taken up by matters of political governance, this time invited to join with the Leading body of Farquar Three to discuss future relations between their people and the Commenor Systems Alliance.

Aboard the The Commenori Pheonix the pair had disembarked from Commenor and were now on their way towards the intended sector to the eastern flank of CSA Space. Others from their political circle of associates and affiliated friends had been encouraged to take the time to visit the world for the sake of seeing the sights for themselves and being able to offer some feedback and advice should the union today serve the Systems Alliance well.

Since the Dissolution of the Senate, the former persons of influence within the government had been re-organized into a new body of council for the Royal Heads of State, each of their worlds now individually managed by their own bodies of infrastructure whilst conforming to Commenori law and ethics to ensure that above all else, democracy was maintained in the interests of prosperity across the region.

Trade had boomed, the regions outside of the Alliance having been shaken with war and even as close as Kwenn Stations recent attack had drawn interest in, wishing to collaborate with the CSA's vie for peace and neutrality, a hope of escape and deterrence from being swallowed up by the conflicts of larger powers across the galactic map.

Sharing a pot of his wife's famous herbal tea within the living quarters of the KingsGuard, the two were able to enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasted, here for the time being until they would reach Farquar III and be greeted by the usual welcoming party and forced to smile and play the game of thrones, they were atleast temporarily able to be themselves and catch up on all that his wife had missed while she had been gone.

"Take a look at this..."

Veiere grinned to himself as he slid his datapad across the table, the handheld device showing images of a newly constructed Estate within the hills that would look unusually familiar for her; it was a surprise, one that he'd been trying to hide from her since she had left some time before hand.

Trying to keep her assistants quiet and any information pertaining to the build away from her naturally inquisitive and motherly attachment to the CSA's movements even while having been so far off world, had proven difficult and a little anxiety provoking yet somehow he'd succeeded and now watched her with quite some pride and amusement, guaging the expressions that would take to her as she would come to realize just what he was showing her.

[member="Lady Kay"], [member="Bradshaw Ku"], [member="Natalie LaForte"], [member="Darben Skirae"], [member="Corey Brave"], [member="Darlyn Excron"], [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"], [member="B'enor Benjeel"], [member="Ardgal Raxis"], [member="Artemis Nightstalker"], [member="Atheus Voidwalker"], [member="Cambria Zadira"], [member="Benjamin Erinhart"], [member="Captain August "], [member="Cassius Droma"], [member="Elaine Thul"], [member="Jorhan Stahl"], [member="Kirie Ito"], [member="Klesta"], [member="Lauri Törni"], [member="Mythos"], [member="Macoda Haberon"], [member="Rex Cruger"], [member="Silfe Sosuri"], [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"], [member="Symara Tarriq"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Ulic Adraya"], [member="Virak Ip"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

The Nightshadow​

Space (The final frontier)​

En-route to Farquar III​

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Post: One
Representing: The Jedi Order

Space was large. There was absolutely no other way around it. Space was large, and every so often space produced a planet. Normally those planets were nice, they sympathised with people. Sometimes those planets were the criminal underbelly of the galaxy, full of scum and lowlives who made a pretty penny by being idiots or theives. Kei refused to admit he used to be a part of that group.

Then there was Farquar III.

The planet used to be house droid producing facility for the bad guys in the Clone Wars, probably. Kei didn't really trust the basic research he'd done, but it seemed to make sense. The planet was stuck in the ways of the CIS, which was annoying when the peaceful group were trying to negotiate with them. Kei hadn't really been affilated with the Commenor Systems Alliance, he'd kept more to the smaller Jedi Order. They weren't a part of the CSA, but they were close friends.

Kei had haunting memories of Commenor.

If anything, he was just happy he'd reclaimed his lightsaber from Commenor. It bounced against his thigh as he took a seat in the very makeshift conferance room of The Nightshadow. The First Officer, Julian Palmer, took his seat next to Kei. Some of the higher ranking officers also took seats, very makeshift that looked like they would give out within a moments notice.

The seats from Spacekia.

Kei glared at each man on the table. All of them had started to dress more formally and it scared him. They'd gone from an ex slave crew to an actual functioning crew and Kei really wasn't sure if he was on board with that. It made them look more presentable, especially when he was donning his Jedi robes like he currently was. He was only wearing them because he wasn't sure what they would be coming across.

Extra protection.

"Alright. So. The droid foundry, have we confirmed it's legitimacy?"

"Yes, Captain"

"How close can you get me to it Palmer?"

"Luke?"

The conversation between captain and first officer was brief before it was passed over to Luke Myers. A human male, one they'd recruited after freeing the slavers. His offical title had been "The head of strategy and flight", though Kei liked to keep the flight commander role to himself. That was in his blood, the only thing that made him decent.

"We can drop a shuttle pretty close. Who do you plan on taking with you?"

"Just myself. If anything goes seriously wrong, the Commenori will probably keep me alive"

"Probably is a great word"

He grinned. Their cheif engineer was a young twi'lek female, one of the slaves they'd rescused. She was already doing it and she volunteered to keep doing it. Kei didn't mind, he liked his ship in one piece and she tended to keep it that way. She kept it that way just about. One the laughter had died down, Kei nodded to her, smirking.

"I'm not gone yet"

"Fair enough. You're not taking Butcher or Sailer?"

Butcher and Sailer had almost attached themselves to Kei. They were the joint heads of the tiny security force and they almost felt it neccesary to follow Kei down to a planet. They knew of his force ability and that he could easily keep himself alive, they did it more to repay a debt. The debt they owed Kei was their lives, like most people on the ship.

"No, this is a personal mission".

"Alright. We'll get a message up to the bridge if anything goes wrong. Julian, you better pick up"

"When have I not?"

"You need a list Jules?"

"I can add a few to that list"

"I'll add more to the list"

"List is getting long Jules"

The head chef spoke for the first time. Everyone liked him, Rhys. Everyone kept him around because he was funny and could lighten up tense situations. Plus, he fried a Bantha Steak perfectly so everyone loveed him. He joined the heads of things because technically he was head chef, though he didn't work alone. Kei was afraid that Rhys would attack people if they made him work alone.

"Shame, Jules"

"Remember when I called you up asking for food and I got ignored?"

"What is this? Gang up on Jules day?"

"It's a moral booster"

"Kei nailed it. Boost that moral."

[member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Klesta]

OOC: Xi Charrian speech is <in brackets> while Basic speech is bracket-less.

Location: En route to Pesmenben IV
Objective: Peddling ergonomic assessments

Klesta had to return to Ziost for a while because of how the Sith Inquisitor, while still peddling news across the Caldera, was now primarily known for peddling, well, ergonomic assessments. Now that Ziost was Sith property once again, it was a golden opportunity to sell ergonomic assessments all across the Sith Empire's territory, especially on Kol Huro. But while peddling ergonomic assessments to Sith proved to be a rather major source of income, the Xi Charrian associate that was assigned to the Jawa began to be a little anxious about what's supposed to be done on this new assignment, to open a new office so that the workplace health and safety of its residents can be improved. Rumors were that lithium mines were operated here, and other materials being mined on this planet. As Klesta's ship, piloted by the lovely Tiffany, began its descent towards the desert planet, the Xi Charrian ergonomic assessor had a discussion with his boss about how they will go around peddling ergonomic assessments:

"<Are you sure there's actually some lithium mining to be made here? If so, these are our prime target to get ergonomic assessments made>"

"We have to advertise our upcoming presence, field some pre-orders with deposits, and, from there, open the shop. So we ought to purchase some local social media SEO presence"

"<Consider it done>"

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

INTERVENTIONhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/92483-intervention/​

Corporate Flagship of the Corellia Digital Corporation​

en route to the Farquar System​

This seriously sucked.

Back at the company headquarters, there were always kids around that he could play with. It was bring your son to work day everyday.

Well, except that ol' Sithspawn hag in Human Resources said they had to have a bring your daughter to work day every now and again. For affirmative action. Or equal opportunity. Or gender equality, whatever! He just hid in his room on those dark days.

Did girls even play hologames? Because Sor-Jan was betting that the people in marketing were totally fething with him about the statistical existence of some neigh-mythical creature.

Girl gamers.

As if Girl Jedi weren't bad enough...

Staring out the window into the hyperspace tunnel, the tow-headed vampire gave a heavy sigh. There was absolutely nothing to do on this ship.

There was a swimming pool.

There was a hologame arcade.

There was even a holovid theater. They'd converted one of the old maintenance support hangars into a totally pimped out set-up. Acoustics. Audio-visual holography support. Everything. During deep space voyages, there were regularly scheduled viewing parties with all sorts of themes and costume contests and prizes. They even had a Alderaan Theater Troupe aboard, performing their version of B. F. Organa's A Midwinter Night's Dream live.

But they'd been in hyperspace for-ever. He'd been to the pool. He'd been to the theater. He'd played with all the toys and games he'd brought with him. Heck, he'd beta tested nine different games already. Three of which weren't even supposed to be ready for beta testing.

He wondered if that Archangel company he saw advertising droids could make him a kid-HRD. Someone he could travel with, so he'd have someone to play with. Because this being the only kid on a star destroyer completely sucked Hutt ba...

A chime interrupted the boy's thoughts.

Making his way over to the desk in the room, he keyed the comm panel that was recessed into the surface. The Intervention may have been an Old Republic ship, but the infrastructure now was completely modernized. Lucerne Labs, Sasori Research, and Corellia Digital technologies integrated throughout the ship's various systems. There was even a Firemane Colossus reactor at the core, which more than supplied the ship's limited weapons with intense firepower when called upon.

He skipped the usual pleasantries as he answered the call. "Are we there yet?"

"No, sir."

The bridge officer said that without even missing a beat.

"Com-scan indicates one or more ships of the Commentor Systems Alliance operating in the Farquar System, sir. We believe they may be engaged in some diplomatic talks with the planet."

Right. Because they couldn't go trying to sell people HoloNet service without getting wrapped up in some damn fool political crusade. "Ugh."

To be honest, he didn't know a whole lot about the planet Commenor. It had been a member of the Republic since antiquity, being located in the Colonies region. Having spent his life outside the Jedi Temple on Coruscant in the Outer Rim, there was a lot about these inner systems that the Anzat was out of the loop on. During the Clone Wars, it had stayed with the Republic. And, when Sor-Jan had arrived in 844 ABY from the events surrounding the Declaration of a New Order, Commenor had been a member of this era's Galactic Republic as well.

It had an association of some kind with the Jedi Order.

Once upon time, the term Jedi Order had universally referred to the Holy Order of Jedi Knights; specifically the Jedi Council on Coruscant. Nowadays... not so much. But Sor-Jan seemed to recall contacts from the Jedi Academy or the Silver Jedi talking about some modern night Jedi Lord associated with Commenor. "Isn't that Jedi guy the king or something?" the youngling blurted aloud. Demonstrating his Corellian complete lack of filter, he proceeded to ask, "What's his name? Queer-air..? "

"[member="Veiere Arenais"], sir."

Sounded queer-air to him. "Take us out of lightspeed outside the system," the boy remarked, as his mind shifted to a more strategic focus. If the Commenor authorities were there, then both the Commenors and the Farquar authorities might well be on edge. No sense surprising them with an unexpected star destroyer.

Closing the channel, the child frowned as he stared back out the window. Now, in addition to being bored, he had to get ready to do all this adult stuff. Trade negotiation. Economic bargaining. And, to top it all off, they'd be interacting with the Commenor Alliance as well.

With a sigh, the boy resigned himself. He really needed to hire [member="Matsu Ike"] to do this sort of stuff for him. She was much better at it.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Post: 1
Location: The Kingsguard
Objective: Meet with Farquar III leaders
Company: [member="Veiere Arenais"]


Kay's latest trip had been a long one, but then with her, there was never any guarantees that any of her trips would be on time. As much as she tried to keep to strict schedules, something had always come up that would cause her to stray from it, whether it would be a conflict, a breaking down of her transport, or needing to escape an enemy. Her delay this time was of a different sort. She needed to destress. Being halfway through her pregnancy now and unable to hide it anymore, she needed to be kinder to herself and let others take care of some things for her, instead of taking on the task of governing and building alliances all on her own. She had to get better at delegating.

Regardless she was back where she was needed now, back with her people and most of all, with her husband that she admired, on their way to gain new trade contracts and perhaps to even expand their influence even further. Veiere wasn't a fan of politics, yet he knew that it had it's place in the greater good. Just as a Jedi Council governed over those amongst it's Order, so too did she look after those under her charge to the best of her abilities. Veiere was a great leader and advisor, moreso because he didn't want to be. He looked out for the underdogs and treated everyone with respect, just as she did. Their only difference was that she was a magnet for trouble and had paid a dark price because of it. Hopefully with the birth of their child, that would all change.

Kay raised a brow as Veiere slid a datapad towards her, one hand cradling a cup of warm Sapir tea. "What's this?" She started swiping through the pictures on display. It wasn't until the third one was up that the realization kicked in. This was a newly constructed home. Her jaw dropped slightly as she looked up at her husband who was watching her closely. "You've been busy while I've been away, and very sneaky." However he managed to keep it a secret, she didn't know. But being off world made it far easier for him. She looked down to the datapad again and swiped through the rest of the pictures, a smile growing as she took it all in. They had a private home again, a place to escape the pressures of their lives, a place to drop all titles, roles and just enjoy eachother's company. There they could increase their bond with eachother (if that was even possible), as well as their child.

"It's perfect. Thank you, dear. I can't wait to see it in person." Hopefully it wouldn't suffer the same fate as their last private estate.

[member="Kei Raxis"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Post: Two.​

Location: The Commenori Pheonix: The KingsGuard​

Objective: Farquar III - Meet with the Governing Leaders​

Company: [member="Lady Kay"]​

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Veiere couldn't help but grin to himself as he watched the change in her expression, his wife looking over the planning and finished product that was to be their new home within the Eldritch Mountains on the edge of Chasin City. "Chateau La Arenais" he said with a smirk, his tone suggesting that it was nothing short of a joke and a chuckle to follow as sad as it might be to laugh at ones own musings; "I did not build the place myself, dear..." he would point out, "Merely hired the right people and paid them a little extra to keep it off of the books. It's not registered to the State nor will we be on any record. I felt it was best that our privacy remain solely within our hands given it's likely to serve as more of a retreat than a home for you, especially now after being gone for as long as you have".

As the two would talk and share in their exploits of recent days, Captain Terrac sat within the cockpit of the The Commenori Pheonix. It would not be long now before they were to reach Farquar III; his responsibilities not only catering for their transport but so too organizing their entrance into said delegations where [member="Lady Kay"]'s assistants had not come with the pair this time around. Veiere having requested that they go this one alone save for his presence given their history and his rather awkward bond with the Queen. Things had still not been patched up between the two and while he was on duty, the lack of synthahol could not account for the uncomfortable few moments they had been left alone; Veiere's way of trying to get the two talking again as Terrac had been her loyal friend and trusted pilot before Veiere had tried to convince her to bring him back into service.

"The Estate's not my only news..." Veiere spoke up again after a moment, allowing his wife to admire and appreciate what they had to look forward to in their return home, while he stood from the table and moved to the side of the room collecting a small wooden box, smooth upon the surface with ingrained decor and patterns most familiar to the style of their new home; what it carried inside was of the highest value, not only to him but in everything he had sought to work towards.

Placing the box upon the table between them that it might face his beloved wife, he leaned back into his chair that she might be the one to open it and find the Holocron cushioned within a number of silks and padding to keep it safe in transit. "This is for you..." He explained in the few words that came to him, suddenly struggling with an explanation appropriate to the gift that he was giving her; "It is my legacy as a member of the Jedi Order...".

[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] | [member="Klesta"] | [member="Kei Raxis"]​

 

[Kay-Larr]

Post: 2
Location: The Kingsguard
Objective: Meet with Farquar III leaders
Company: [member="Veiere Arenais"]


Kay couldn't help but laugh along with him with his joke. But while she maintained her smile, inside she was slightly saddened with some of his words. To Veiere, the Estate wouldn't be her home, no matter how much she believed that she wanted it to be. But the same could be said for him, as he spent most of his time on Deneba. Despite being King, she knew that Commenor wasn't where he felt he belonged. If not for her, he wouldn't be there at all. That was something that she thought about from time to time while lying in bed at night, awake when she should be sleeping.

The sudden revelation of more news stirred her from her thoughts. Kay blinked a few times as she wondered what else Veiere and others were keeping from her. "Oh? What other news?" She watched as he left the table, only to return with a box in hand. She half expected him to open it after he placed it down, but as Veiere leaned back in his chair, she knew that he was leaving it up to her. Kay placed the datapad down and carefully lifted the lid of the box, moving a layer of silk to find no gift of jewelry, but that of a holocron. It wasn't often that she had come across them, nor had she even used them. Yet she knew of their value. Everyone did.

Kay stared at it for a moment, listening to his words as he spoke of it being his legacy. That was when it hit her. With all of the trouble in the Galaxy, with Veiere's work in the Jedi Order, there was a very high chance that she would lose him. It pained her to think that she could become a widow again and that their child could grow up without a Father, but the holocron was a part of him that wouldn't be lost, as long as she could protect it.

"Veiere, I...." She clenched her jaw as she was rendered speechless. She just didn't know what to say. What if she was to die first? What legacy would she leave? What would happen to Commenor? To the Alliance? Would it all just fall apart? And what was she to do if Veiere did die young? Take the holocron to the Jedi? Or keep it for herself? It wasn't as though she would become a part of the Order. Her faith in them wasn't as strong as her husband's right now. "I'll keep it safe. Always..." She snapped the lid closed a little harder than she wanted to, causing her to jump a little in the process. Kay then picked up her tea and had a long sip, wanting to wash down the unwanted emotions and replace them with comfort. If anything, she could always blame her reactions on her pregancy.

"Hopefully this meeting won't be long or troublesome. But it's hard to say. We'll find out when we get there, I suppose." Kay had changed the topic on purpose, choosing to deflect towards something that she knew and understood more. Politics. At least with that, the outcomes were much easier to predict and deal with.

[member="Kei Raxis"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Klesta"]

 

[Mad Jack Son'ov'a]

Sugar​

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Post: 1
Location: On the Kingsguard, in a packing crate, bein’ all sneaky, sneaky
Objective: Doctor’s Orders – Let the Games Begin
Company: Suga’
Allies: Rest of the Ministers of Ungentlemanly Business

“You couldn’t find two crates?! We just had to cram ourselves into the same small karking box!” Suga’ spit, venom oozing from every word while barely keeping her voice down. The green skinned female Twi’lek was the pilot and weapon’s specialist for the Ministers of Ungentlemanly Business. She was also Mad Jack’s special someone, sometimes. Really, they were “off” at least as often as they were “on.” Mad Jack was starting to think today was going to be one of those off days.

Trying to keep two unscrupulous, violent criminals in a loving, committed relationship with each other for long, is like putting two Nexu into the same small crate and not expecting them to rip each other apart. Funny-enough, it just so happens that’s exactly where Mad Jack and Suga’ found themselves. Shoved inside a small crate on-board the Kingsguard.

“Oh, c’mon Suga’ baby.” Mad Jack pleaded in his sweetest voice. A sensation more in common with sucking on a lemon than eating cake.

Suga’ pointed a threatening nail at him, “Don’t you Suga’ baby me, I know you did this on purpose! Don’t dare play me like that! This was your sick way of getting us to make up!”

Mad Jack’s black eyes nearly rolled out of his head. Good thing it was pitch-black inside the crate so she wouldn’t see. “I forgot we were fighting.”

A snort of derision sounded from the other side of the dark crate.

Yep, it was going to be one of those days. He almost wondered why he put up with her, but he knew why. She was a spitfire, well, she spit fire, and he loved that, she also knew how to fly, shoot, and she had an exciting way with explosives.

Which was precisely why they both were on-board, and why he’d taken the risk of letting Neil, the Ministry’s Nihilistic Med-Droid fly their ship. He had to, the twin mutant Ewok’s, Gar’Jub and Bub’Jub on loan from his employer, couldn’t reach all the necessary controls without crawling on top of the control panel. One small, misplaced furry foot and one of the little midgets could send the ship careening out of hyperspace and into a moon. Still, with Neil piloting, there was always the chance he’d decide there was no point to it all and just let the ship float aimlessly through the cold, dark void of space, ‘the way all life floats through the universe before eventually becoming cold, dark, and lifeless’.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

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Sabotage​

Some time ago, the happy couple had finally popped the top off the crate and sprung themselves free. To Suga’s infinite relief. They walked easily down corridors with no attempt to hide from the crew passing them by. They wouldn’t look twice at the two intruders, for Mad Jack was discreetly placing in their unguarded minds the suggestion that he and Suga’ were ordinary crew. It didn’t much matter that they didn’t look anything like crew members, a little probing goes a long way, he always said.

Eventually, after a couple wrong turns and dead ends, they’d arrived at one of the entrances to the main reactor core. It only took a bit more effort to convince the technician on the other side of the door to open up. The image of a hot meal was enough to get him to leave the intruders alone, now suddenly dying for a bantha steak and cheese sub, which was an unusual craving for him, as he was a vegetarian. The stomach wants what the stomach wants.

A few precision thermal detonators expertly placed by Suga’ later and the two were again walking nonchalantly down the corridors. Mad Jack having used what slicing he knew to lock the doors to the reactor behind them.

They found an empty crew quarter, not willing to return to their little crate in the storage bay, Suga’ stretched herself out on the bed, still enjoying the leg room, while Mad Jack sat at the desk and put his feet up. A simple detonator dangling between the fingers of his right hand.

“You wanna do it?” he offered, hoping to score some points.

She shook her head, “Nah, you can do it. I got to set the charges. Fair is fair.”

“Suit yourself.” He put his thumb over the trigger, “Let the games begin…”

The ship rocked violently for a few moments. The room went dark, before the glow of the red emergency lights kicked in. No doubt the Kingsguard had quickly decelerated out of hyperspace.

They hadn’t blown the main reactor. That would’ve been suicidal as the resulting explosion would’ve torn the entire ship into tiny little bits. Instead, Suga’ had destroyed one of the main electrical conduits running from the reactor out to the rest of the ship, effectively cutting most of the power off, despite the fact that the reactor was still fully operational. They could eventually find a workaround, but that would take time.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to [member="Lady Kay"] and [member="Veiere Arenais"], the first move in their long game had been played. This wasn't going to be a routine diplomatic trip, they'd be lucky to have one ever again. Mad Jack bathed his green skin in the glow of crimson lights and wondered if Bradshaw Ku would show up. He hoped so. He was the ultimate target, after all. For now, he was happy to just enjoy screwing with the royalty.

- [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] - [member="Klesta"] - [member="Kei Raxis"] -​

 

[WolfMortum]

Post: Three.
Location: The Commenori Pheonix: The KingsGuard
Objective: Investigate sudden outage of power to the KingsGuard.
Company: Lady Kay, [member="Mad Jack Son'ov'a"]

"It shouldn't do...-From what I could tell in our back and fourth, they don't seem to be too trusting yet neither do they have any reason not to welcome us in to their world..." Veiere had noticed her awkward change of the subject, her concern and sudden anxiety rang out between the two as if she had shouted at him for the gift he had presented her; their bond offered such transparency between the couple and yet Veiere regretted nothing for Kay would later come to appreciate the meaning and trust behind such an offering. At the least, he was thankful that she had agreed to keep the Holocron safely within her possession and not denied him; though perhaps too she felt she could not say no, given their relationship.

Alas, not all was to go as smoothly as Kay was hoping. Not long after her statement in regards to their political endeavor, as if on cue, the first significant mishap of their trip reared it's ugly head in the form of all lights going out, the vessel lurching with a great strain upon the hull as the hyper-drive crashed and pulled them out of warp to float adrift in space, alarms ringing from the cockpit as Terrac desperately tried to figure out what the problem was while swearing his end away at the ships complaints of systems overheating and the like.

Fortunately for [member="Lady Kay"] and himself, the pair had been seated when such an intrusion rocked them back and fourth. With his hands gripping the table between them tightly, he looked up and over to his wife through the darkness speaking quickly in concern, "Kay, you alright ?!" he rose from his seat shortly there after just as the room lit up with the emergency lights, a dull red glow emanating from the ceiling to light the way for those on board least they walk head first into a wall or bulkhead.

"Veiere! Everythings dead..." Terrac called from ahead of the corridor leading out of the living quarters they shared; "Back-up Sensors are picking up fire from below...-I dunno what the hells going on but we're adrift...!"

 

[Klesta]

Location: Pesmenben IV
Objective: Peddling ergonomic assessments

He had to grant the Xi Charrian that he was expedient, and, as he would have expected from the Xi Charrian ergonomic assessor, he considered his work as sacred and satisfactiory execution as well. So he swiftly bought advertising space, using ads in both Basic and Xi Charrian, in local media outlets, online or otherwise. And now Klesta's special inbox for those ergonomic assessment preorders were filling up. But with such a volume of ergonomic assessment preorders, whereby the bulk discount would be applied regardless of how many assessments are requested, the Jawa knew that he couldn't spend that much time on staffing issues. Fortunately, to the extent he knew staffing was crucial to organizational success, he trusted talent management. Also, he had his protocol droid that could understand Xi Charrian speech, which to the untrained ear, would be mostly under the form of clicks. Oh, if only I could actually translate Xi Charrian to Basic, he thought, upon reading a Xi Charrian SOP for performing ergonomic assessments.

"So we got some preorders made. Now, advertise a few job openings, such as a talent manager for the office"

"<Just make sure that the talent manager can avoid top-heaviness. We report directly to Ziost, but make sure that the talent manager doesn't lure staff with promises of rapid advancement or otherwise dangling managerial positions>"

"I would like to compare the current SOPs we use to the SOPs in use by Xi Charrian assessors. If they are readily transferrable from a species to another, Ziost may consider adopting the Xi Charrian methodology. Can you translate these SOPs to Basic?"

"<It's a wonder that you didn't ask for it earlier>"

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

The Nightshadow​

Space (The big thing with stars)​

Farquar III - Orbit​

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Post: Two
Representing: The Jedi Order

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The Nightshadow drifted casually in orbit of Farquar III. Kei leant back in the seat of the fighter he would be piloting down to the surface. He was interested in the droid factory for two reasons. He knew that it would undoubtly be useful for the Commenor Systems Alliance but it would also be useful to him. If he gutted the factory, there was no reason why he couldn't use it as one massive hanger.

Or a cloning facility.

Or a ship building facily.

Actually, maybe he'd be better giving it to the Commenor Systems Alliance, they would know what to do with it. Kei tuned the fighters inbuilt coms to the same frequency as those of the Nightshadow. He heard Luke and Julian arguing over something minor and he grinned. His crew was rag tag but they got the job done and they all had fun doing it. That's all they cared about, they had fun doing it.

"Luke, when can I drop?"

"Captain, you sure about this? Butcher and Sailor are happy to come with you?"

"I'm sure Julian"

"Captain, you can drop whenever you're ready"

"Hold on Captain, let's not lose you yet"

"Like Kei is a risk to anyone but himself"

"Exactly my point"

"It's a fair point"

"Yeah, yeah. Save the fun for when I return. Kei, out"

And with that, he launched.

 

[Anse Tahvo]

Location: Pesmenben IV
Objective: Hunt The Raknar Criminal syndicate
Employer: CSA through a Third party
Post Count: 1

The hot desert wind tossed and flapped the long twin tailed sullustrian nerf dark leather jacket, worn by the durosian bounty hunter named 'Devil' Anse Tavho. His greenish blue skin, lip-less and nose-less face could barely be seen under the shade of his excessively large brimmed hat, while his tall athletically slim body stood outside the local watering hole. Anse was leaning against a wooden pillar with a overhanging balcony above that provided some protection against the beaming sun that had made this planet arid and harsh.

His large crimson hues gazed upon his left wrist where a green indicator flashed signaling incoming coms. The durosian took a long drag of his shento cigar, taking in the bitter taste that brilliantly assaulted his pallet while he rolled the smoke in his mouth with his tongue be fore exhaling. His leather clad digit pressed the button and the comms were open "Tahvo. Go ahead!"

"Mr Tahvo, your B23-1-14 permit for the Pesmenben Sector has come through. You have been authorized to capture or kill any and all of those that associate with the Rakar Criminal Syndicate. On behalf of the Guild, happy hunting!" The sultry voice of the Bounty Hunter's Guild assistant droid was pure gold to Anse.

"Excellent!" Was his only reply back before ending the communications. He slowly looked over his shoulder and into the backwater drinking pit that was behind him. "Time to get to work" He whispered to himself.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Post: 3
Location: The Kingsguard
Objective: Get out of trouble
Company: [member="Veiere Arenais"]
Enemies: [member="Mad Jack Son'ov'a"] and co.


Veiere had set up the meeting with Farquar III, so he knew far better than she did about what type of reception they'd get. She knew a little of the history of the planet, yet she didn't want to know too much. Let them be the ones to showcase their world. It gave them a better sense of choice to know that they could teach their guests a thing or too.

No sooner had she finished that thought when the lights went out and the ship lurched. Kay instinctively slapped one hand onto the box contsining the holocron, while the other held onto her tea. Her legs spread apart in an attempt to brace herself in her chair and keep her from being tossled about the cabin. It worked. Somewhat. The chair had slid a few feet anyways, taking her along for the ride. Her delicious Sapir tea spilled with all that movement, burning her hand a little bit and splashing all around her.

Veiere's voice rang out and it wasn't until the red emergency lights came on, that she was aware of where he was. "I'm okay, I just--" Her voice cut off as Terrac could be heard. They were adrift? How the heck did that happen? Kay got to her feet and headed over to the sink, tucking the holocron box under her arm while plopping the tea cup down and running some cool water for her burned hand. "We didn't hit anything, did we? Some debris?" She was no engineer, but this was the second time that Veiere was on a ship recently that had difficulties reaching it's destination. The first being his X-Wing on his approach to Wann Tsir. Maybe he was jinxed?

"We'll have to get that fire out, make sure that no other ships are in the area that could pose a threat and call one of ours in to help in case we can't get her working again." There was a slew of possibilities as to how this happened. They just needed to eliminate them one by one, and fast.

[member="Kei Raxis"] [member="Klesta"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]

 

[Klesta]

Location: Pesmenben IV
Objective: Peddling ergonomic assessments

Were the Xi Charrian SOPs that much different from the SOPs Ziost mandated everyone else to use before Klesta proceeded to buy the Xi Charrian ergonomic assessments company? Then again, the Xi Charrian's comments resonated in Klesta's mind while said Xi Charrian was busy translating and Klesta was busy combing through CVs for a local head of talent. These top-heavy companies can often become that way because of three things: companies dangling rapid advancement to attract key personnel, and then delivering on it, companies once experiencing rapid growth but undergoing a downturn, and companies experiencing turf wars in the boardroom, he thought, while realizing that most CVs were a little inappropriate for that particular position, even though sometimes they were appropriate for other positions. So he put those special types of CVs in a special folder, with them being given due consideration by whoever Klesta ends up hiring to manage the talent issues of that office.

"<It seems that you are much leaner than we used to be>"

"We leave local management with a lot of operational freedom, and Ziost doesn't do a whole lot"

 

[Cassius Droma]

Post: One
Location: Pesmenben IV
Objective: Retrieve the Sacred Demon Head

Cassius hated the heat. He was from Rinn, a place that was a perpetual tundra. While the enclosed environments he lived in were regulated with heat, apparently the residents lived in much colder temperatures than the rest of the galaxy. That was why Cassius avoided Deneba, even though he was supposed to call it home. The scorching sun and coarse sand would never cease to annoy him.

And yet, here he was.

He’d been asked by the CSA to retrieve a sacred artifact for the Pesmenben people due to his budding archaeological interests. Anything to help their diplomatic relations, it seemed. Regardless, it was an exciting opportunity for the young Jedi. He’d already tracked down the last known location of the item: a series of caverns that had been used by an ancient tribe for burial purposes.

That’s what Cassius was looking at right now, through the scope of some high-powered electrobinoculars. The gears inside clicked and whirred as they focused in on the cavern entrance, which was roughly a kilometer away. No signs of life, and nothing to indicate it was anything other than a natural formation, but it was right where it was supposed to be. Squinting, Cassius lowered the electrobinoculars, revealing his already sun-kissed face.

The breeze lightly blew the lightly-colored robes he had on, including the headwrap that he used to shield his noggin from the sun. He was standing on top of a cliff face, and the only thing between him and the cave entrance was a small crevasse. Reaching into his pack, he took out a metal canister of water and took a swig, careful not to drink the whole thing at once. Hopping onto the speeder bike next to him, Cassius revved the engine, and then took off, heading down the slanted cliff face and towards the cave.

 

[Anse Tahvo]

Location: Pesmenben IV
Objective: Hunt The Raknar Criminal syndicate
Employer: CSA through a Third party
Post Count: 2

Anse took note of the matching symbols on the three swoop bikes that were parked just out front of the tavern. He walked through the saloon style doors, a fab of times long past but gave the place a sense of ancient sensibility. The smell of sweat, body odor, spelt liquor and smoke invaded his sensory organs under his eyes forcing his cheeks to cringe at the unlawful assault. Wasn't like he had never been in a cesspit in his life, Anse was known to visit such establishments throughout the backwater worlds with in the outer rim and the expansions. Its just each establishment had its own unique smell, and when it was your first time sifting through the gutter, its an experience.

Now, it was obvious this place did not get much attention from off-worlders as all the patrons took interest in the Tall leather clad figure that had just walked in. Most, if not all that were in the tavern were of human race which also preached to the interest taken in on the Duros. He certainly didn't look like a tourist, nor did he look like a merchant. With that in mind, Anse new he was going to have to work fast before the locals interest became inquiry and questions that could slow his progress and alert his intended targets.

His red goggle-like slit eyes focused on three men in the back corner. They all bore the markings of the swoops just out side the tavern, which greatly interested the bounty hunter. One did not fly colors in someone else's territory so this had to be members of the Rakar gang. Well, lets get on with it. He began to walk in their direction, his duster opening up and flapping behind him as both his slick LL-30 blaster pistols were exposed for all to see.

"What can i get........." The bartender tried to grab the hunter's attention but quickly realized what was about to happen. Wasn't the first time or the second time that man had witnessed violence and had could senses to dive for cover.

The Gangster's didn't have much time to react, they also knew that imminent violence was inbound upon them. The looks on their faces was of questioning and stun. It all happen in a blink. The durosian drew his blasters with practiced grace and speed, firing off two shots. The bolts found home with in the skull cavity of two Rakars that sat on the either side of the table. Neither of them had the chance to reach for their weapons.

The mohawked man with the weather beaten face went for his pistol that was on top of a small pile of betting chips. Anse fired another two shots, one hitting the man's hand and the second hitting the weapon and sending it flying off the table. The gangster screeched in pain, his eyes darting left to right looking for a way out but there was none to be had, not with the Duros already in close and point of them blasters at his forehead.

"Relax!" Anse's voice was menacing in the low tenor. "We need to have a talk!"

" You are going to kill me!" The man whimpered.

Anse's cheeks cringed again and it was him getting flush at murdering, it was the scent of bowls being released, he just couldn't tell if it was the two dead giving into the last glorious act one does before shipping off what ever hell they believed in, or if it was the man trapped before him. Could of been a combination, Anse wouldn't of blamed him to be scared. It was a healthy time to have fear.

The durosian took the chair, holstering his right hand pistol and sat comfortably across from his prey. His peripheral vision he can tell that most of the tavern had cleared out, but he knew that bartender was till around. "Bring us a bottle of your best Corellian, and two clean glasses!" He commanded, ignoring the Rakar's question.

Anse would unsheathe his oversized bowie knife, a butchers weapon some would of called it, and placed the blade on the table for the man to gaze upon. " Got me some question's to ask and I want you to answer them with all truism" He tapped the knife with his index finger "Your participation will determine on how much cutting I will have to do. I have gotten really good with this technique, but one should never slack on practicing the trade"

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

INTERVENTIONhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/92483-intervention/​

Corporate Flagship of the Corellia Digital Corporation​

entering the Farquar System​

The Venator-class star destroyer used a two tower design.

Back when General Sor-Jan Xantha of the Grand Army of the Republic had commanded such vessels in the Clone Wars, the two towers had very different roles. One, usually the port tower, functioned as the bridge of the ship. The master and commander directed the ship's course from the port tower. The starboard tower had functioned as a combat information center, de-conflicting starfighter flight paths from the path of the ship's main batteries.

Eight hundred years later, those functions were easily consolidated into the port tower. Increased automation, made possible by the Sasori technology, allowed the bridge stations within the port tower to coordinate weapons, navigation, and debarkation control simultaneously. In many respects, the Intervention flew itself. The human crew of the star destroyer substantially less than any vessel fielded by the Old Republic.

As such, the starboard control tower - divested of any real role or responsibility - became a stellar cartography lab. Holographic imaging, enhanced through sensor-relayed images in real time, enabled the generation of full color holograms that depicted the Farquar System in beautiful detail. With the panoramic windows displaying the stars beyond, and the high resolution holo-imagers producing richly textured rendering of the stars and planets within, it made the starboard tower an ideal observation deck. Easily the boy's favorite spot on the ship.

Stargazing took on a new dimension when one could look out the window, see the faintly glowing star in the distance with their own eyes... then turn around, and stand beside a realistic, textured rendering of that same star.

Walking through the holographic diorama of the Farquar System, it was the Alliance ships that caught the boy's attention however. It seemed that the com-scan officer had been correct in his assumptions. The Commentor government had indeed come out beyond their borders.

If there was one constant that the Anzat had experienced in the galaxy of the Old Republic and whatever this galaxy was supposed to be... it was that governments were rarely content to remain behind their own borders.

It seemed like every time he turned around, there was someone else eager to be recognized as a king.

Including Jedi apparently.

The sound of military boots against the deck plates caught his attention.

Having moved his defense contracting operations to Oswaft Station, in orbit of Laekia, most of the command crew of Corellia Digital's fleet were vocational refugees from the Levantine Sanctum. The vestiges of those ExplorCorps and Levantine Academy men and women could be seen in some of the elements they brought over with him. Including flight deck boots.

Captain Gerald gave the boy a nod as he approached. "We will be in orbit of the third planet momentarily, sir," the man remarked summarily, with the same precision he likely demonstrated as a Levantine. "Shall I have your ship standing by?"

The tow-headed youth merely gave a nod. Then seemed to think twice about that and added the perfunctory, "Thank you."

With that, the Master Youngling seemed to take his leave and started toward the exit from out of the room. After just a few steps however, the boy stopped and turned back to look over at the man. "And see if you can make contact with Archangel Research."

The request seemed to take the captain by surprise. "Sir?" Gerald inquired.

"I think I might arrange a small purchase when we leave here," Sor-Jan supplied cryptically, before turning and making his way off the observation deck.

 

[Mad Jack Son'ov'a]

Post: 2
Location: Chillin’ on the Kingsguard
Objective: Doctor’s Orders – Let the games begin
Company: Suga'
Allies: Rest of the Ministers of Ungentlemanly Business
Enemies: [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Veiere Arenais"] (AKA Queer-air...), the CSA and its allies

After a minute or two of basking in the crew’s commotion filled response to the explosion: the urgent yelling outside the door to his newly acquired bedroom, the scuffling of thinly veiled panicky toing-n-froing of rushed feet. Mad Jack looked at his watch. Not out of boredom, but anxiety.

Suga’ sighed from the bed, “Don’t worry so much, he’ll show…”

Mad Jack swept his head tentacles off his shoulders, letting them fall down his back instead. Nautolan tentacles were sensitive to chemicals and they were picking up particulates of acrid dust carried by the shock wave, closely trailed by the distinct aroma of sulfuric compounds and a nasty hint of charring that reminded him of his mother’s cooking. He hated it.

“Better show soon, or that depressed tin-man will enjoy a second life as a bobble head on my dash.”

“How many times do I have to explain this to you. He’s not depressed, he just,” she shrugged, not sure herself exactly what their Med-Droid’s deal was, “I don’t know, doesn’t care about stuff or something.”

“Whatever his problem is, I should give him a call to remind him what will happen if he decides to let the ship drift around again like the last time.”

“You can’t threaten him,” Suga scoffed, then yelled louder than she meant to, “that’s the point, he doesn’t care!”

The door slid open. A crew member, a female Zabrak with red skin, made redder by the emergency lights, and quite the surprised look on her face, peered inside to investigate the yelling. Before she could do much other than show bewilderment over the sight of a man leaning back in the desk chair and the woman lying on the bed, Mad Jack violently pulled at her with the force.

She flew into the room with a yelp before being captured into the now standing amphibian’s muscular arms. A hand over her mouth. He forced the door shut and locked it this time.

“Didn’t your mum tell you it’s rude not to knock before barging in, what if we’d been doing something unmentionable? Hmm? That could’ve been sooooo embracing.” He chastised her as if speaking to a child.

“Catch”

With a rough push, she was flung onto the bed with Suga’.

“Make sure she behaves.”

For her part, Suga’ already had a vibroblade pulled from her boot. She now stuck it close to the frightened woman’s face. The blade moved around, playfully reflecting the crimson glow.

“She might be useful. These people are the sort to care about someone like her—“

Just then, before he could finish, a very familiar light cruiser silently exited hyperspace with a flash, just visible outside the room’s viewport.

A sigh of relief, “Finally.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-​

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The light cruiser was, of course, one of the Ministers of Ungentlemanly Business’ ships and it was just the one he’d been waiting for. It did not open fire, nor announce itself. Instead, it made a sharp parabolic manoeuvre at high speed. At its closest point to the Kingsguard, which wasn’t so close as to be a cause for concern in and of itself, it shot two, modified small escape pods straight toward the slightly larger ship, before continuing its path away from the vessel. The pods were covered in a coating of a stealthy material which absorbed many of the forms of electromagnetic radiation used by sensors on-board military ships. It didn’t make them completely invisible to detection, but did decrease the pods signatures.

Both pods were just big enough to each stuff an overly muscular Ewok wearing a simple vacuum worthy exosuit. Passing over the top of the diplomatic vessel, toward the stern, both pods popped into two, releasing their armoured Ewok cargo onto the hull. Their little feet touching down close to the main composite antenna. On which they stuck two Frisbee sized EMP charges. A shock of lightning arced up the antenna once the charges were discharged, overloading the primary communication array with a powerful burst of electricity.

Much like the sabotage of the main reactor, the ship was likely not completely without any form of communication, but deep space communications would be difficult. Also like the reactor, the communications system could be brought back online, but, similarly, that would take time.

Gar’Jub and Bub’Jub now made their way across the hull, searching for a suitable access point.

- [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] - [member="Anse Tahvo"] - [member="Cassius Droma"] - [member="Klesta"] - [member="Kei Raxis"] -​

 

[Klesta]

Location: Pesmenben IV
Objective: Peddling ergonomic assessments

"<Teams are much flatter here than in my old outfit>"

"Why didn't they do away with top-heaviness? They knew it was going to create tons of overhead"

"<Turf wars in the boardroom>"

While the Xi Charrian was hard at work, translating the ergonomic assessment SOPs so that the ergonomic assessments higher-ups on Ziost would take the time to examine what the Jawa realized that most of the CVs that fell into the pile of to be considered for other positions were actually best suited for ergonomic assessors and administrative assistants. So Klesta combed the remaining CVs for profiles similar to the guy who hired those other ergonomic assessors on Wann Tsir, knowing that they might have held a few differences in personality. He must have realized that cover letters, CVs could only tell so much about people, their achievements and their fits for the position. It was not enough to hire a talent manager that knew what he was doing in the context of the industry. The talent manager had to make sure that it fit the lean culture of the company. On the other hand, there was such a thing as too lean: a span of control that was too large would lead to manager burnout.