ORC's Vero Bad Day (ORC Dominion of the Vero Hex)

[Peyton Steele]

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The Outer Rim Coalition stood for a few things, freedom, rusted spaceships, drinking parties displaying prominent male figures in little to no clothing, and choosing for yourself. For the Coalition to be able to get all their smaller city-states in line was hard enough. To get them to make change though, and help others? That was actually surprisingly fluid and simple. Presented with the fact that there were rumors of corruption, the Coalition was able to find the right people to provide assistance.

Word came to the Coalition and Judges that the world of Vero was experiencing some difficulties. Known for providing Bacta and Kolto to their part of the Outer Rim, Vero was much more important than they realized, and that was why the response was set up, and probably why they were being targeted in the first place. Outside of the capital, there was a large facility Vero Galactic Kolto… They were in the business of testing various strains of kolto and bacta, and was the primary target of criminal gangs. Specialists are being hired by shadow enterprise to slip through security, perform smash and grab on kolto deliveries and raid the facility itself

Initial Coalition reports had tied many of the raids to a single source, and there were murmurs through the intelligence chain that the criminals were working for Progredior, a research institute with focuses including biotechnology and medical services. That was what the Judges were here for now, to stop the raids, capture criminals and interrogate them.

As if that was enough, the local hunter’s guild is seeking assistance tracking a groups of people fleeing bounties. And these weren’t the types that the Underground would let pass. Not low level smugglers and spice dealers, no. These were the types of bounties that even hardened bounty hunters needed a hand with. With rampant crime on Vero, they had formed a bit of a crime organization. Innocents have gone missing, illegal testing of kolto laced with spice is common, and there are rumors of protection rackets. For those who wanted to clean up the streets, the ORION Network has provided numerous packets of who to chase down.

With so much chaos going around, and the citizens of Vero taking up arms to defend their planet, many were under-or-untrained in combat and were doing more harm to themselves than good for the planet. Hospitals were having to work overtime, and with the unrest in Abruo leading to general mayhem, the Coalition is shipping people down to assist with triage and stemming the wave of injured.

On a wild jungle world like Vero with Veronian Skullborers and other deadly wildlife lurking just outside domed cities, there were so many tasks available to provide Vero a reason to join the Coalition.

Objectives

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  Progedior is hiring contractors with a certain skillset (criminals) to perform corporate espionage (theft) on Vero’s kolto labs. Take the job an earn some bloody talons, or work for planetary security to keep watch over the goods.
  
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  Vero’s bounty hunter guild is working overtime tracking down all these lowlifes hanging around the capital city of Abruo. Track down some of the system’s most wanted, bring them in to collect the bounty or dispense some vigilante justice.
  
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  Find some work helping out in overwhelmed hospitals, or assist local security forces in culling Vero’s aggressive wildlife.
  

Spoiler

 

[Light Rises]

Stellaris was a soldier, she had a task and she went and did it as well as she could. The pilot had arrived on the world of Vero and with her skill set, she was tasked by ORION and the Underground to maybe provide an extra bit of firepower. And that was almost a literal statement. The woman, in her modified combat-flight suit had landed her X6 Gunship on Vero and quickly made her way to the rallying point. Well, rallying point wasn’t really a good way to phrase it. She looked around before stepping down the street. A holomap was popping up from her wrist, because of course it was, Corey had no shame in how he wrote. But also solid light multitools made a really awesome knock off of the Omnitool, and that was what Frenzy had.

But really, when they said rallying point, they meant bar.

Bored Skull.

Yeah, that was a bar if she had heard a name before. Stepping inside, the firefly looked around, her combat suit now a gray color to blend in and not broadcast too much of who she was. Stepping up though she saw who had to be the contact. It was one of those walk past and receive a bounty type of deals. She sat down for a drink and tapped her datapad. A holographic image of a Quarren. It listed his crimes, one that handled intense raids, on the kolto plants and distribution offices. The blonde grinned.

Heavy weapons, energy shields, and the bonus, he was a Force user.

Goody.

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

Objective: 2 (Track and eliminate criminal cells in the capital Abruo)
Location: Abruo in a roof
Equipment: Spider-Gloves, Hunter Bow, Hunter Quiver, Wrist-saber, Cloak
Faction: Outer Rim Coalition
Allies: Needles
Neutral: [member='Danielle Stellaris']
Post: 1

"Needle 1 report" "We have been succesfull in infiltrating in the lower districts of Abruo" first thing was memory training. In Enryu Corp he only hire people with high traits in memory, fighting and reaction. The ones that lacked of this characteristic would be thrown away. Everyone could wield a weapon, but only few would know when and how to use it "Needles 2 report" "We updated the map. Can´t trust in outdated data" and of course provide iniciative. He had arrive in the Batarian but his ship was currently hidding in orbit if they needed extraction or a simple pick up after their mission was done and he was currently in a rooftop for three hours expecting the information.

Acaleus was currently expecting that his squad find the mole in the security companies or in the streets. That would lead him to the lair of the criminals and to the mind behind their operation. A big check at the end of the road was expected with 7 digits of credits as the rewards would only be shared by Enryu Corp employee with equality. Anyone who got in their way would be drove away or be left alone if recognised as an Outer Rim member "Sir we tracked a thief and kidnap her for questioning. A Quarren is currently managing raids, and is located in a factory not far from your position" "Give me the location. Knock her out as stealing a wallet isnt enough for killing" said and then run towards his first bounty.

 

[Zef Halo]

LOCATION: KOLTO PROCESSING FACILITY
OBJECTIVE 1B: PROTECT FACILITY AND LOADING OF CARGO.
TAGS: Miss Ex [member="Yula Perl"]

The whole crew of the Vherdun was here. Direct orders from Admiral Bao herself.

Why?

Corellian privateers, commissioned by the Corellian Confederacy, had struck half a dozen of kolto transports to Humbarine severely damaging the Admiralty's war efforts. So here they were, the prime of Humbarine Naval Intelligence, the crew of the superior frigate Vherdun on guard duty.

Rumors were there were numerous raid attempts on the facility prior with the Outer Rim Coalition not acting upon it until now. Even then, Julius hardly trusted the capability and competence of their so-called Judges. No, this was far too important to delegate to an entity the operative distrusted.

Armored and armed, the Lieutenant Commander patrolled the facility with his men and women spread out to cover more ground. Any threats to the kolto being loaded aboard the Vherdun or the integrity of the facility itself would be met with full force. Across other docking platforms there were other ships. Their safety was not his concern.

Their orders were clear.

Protect the kolto for Humbarine and the facility.

Anything else was dust in the wind.

 

[Yula Perl]

Location: Kolto Processing Facility
Objective: Protect the heals
Tags: You had your chance [member="Julius Rhein"]

The weird thing about the Coalition was, sometimes you were the thief and sometimes you were the guard. In this instance, Yula was playing the role of guard. The Vero government had reached out to them upon their arrival, requesting assistance in guarding their kolto facilities from brigands. A couple of other Coalition folks took the job, and they’d spread out among the facility, side-eyeing the shiny armored personnel as they passed by. Fortunately no fights had broken out yet, though there had been some snickering about fancy-pants soldiers.

Patrolling the upper levels, Yula stopped to rest her arms on the railing, tucking the blaster in her hand to the side. This was one of those cases where you wanted your weapons to be visible, she supposed. Lightsaber hilt at her belt, of course.

With idle interest, she watched barrels of kolto being loaded onto an impressive looking ship with armed escorts. Sure, this was a kolto facility, but did they really need that much muscle? Yula figured that whoever was stealing kolto must have really needed it, anyway. Or they were going to sell it, but still. Heals.

The Zeltron was about to continue on her merry way when her eyes caught sight of something she hadn’t seen in a while—a certain emblem on the side of a certain ship. Cringing to herself, she slunk back and picked up the pace, eyes darting around.

How would you even recognize him, they’re all in full armor, idiot.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective 3: Medical care
Allies: ORC

In the Alliance's darkest hour, she went here in an attempt to secure an alternate source of kolto after the loss of Thyferra, but today, she would be there with temporary hospitals set up in orbit. And the resulting medvac facilities. For this operation she wore medical scrubs, as would be expected of all medical personnel affected to this. Here she was, thinking of what could go wrong, and what kind of patients she could be expected to treat on Vero. Because this world has become a battlefield as of late, she knew blaster burns and other combat injuries were the order of the day. Or at least what the advance medvac teams had her believe. To some of the patients she could feel it was going to be a relief. I hope that whatever belligerents were down there were not going to be firing at medvac units or else it would make the medvac crews' jobs much harder, she thought, while the first wave of those advance medvac teams have just arrived at the hangar bay in orbit. These were pretty severe cases; then again, the most severe cases were often brought inside medvac first.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Danielle Stellaris"]

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THE BAR​

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Stellaris. That was name that had come up on her data pad a few times.

And now here she was.

Now what in the hell was a Rogue Jedi doing mixed in with bounty hunters? She couldn't even answer that question herself. Lately she'd found herself bouncing from faction to faction, acting as an extra hand when things had to get done. A few odds and end here and there were wrapped up. ORC Judge net had a warrant request out for folks, so eh followed the dots.

Clad in dirty yellow tunic and trousers she entered the bar, hair back in her customary ponytail. If folks had a keen eye they'd spot her double bladed saber in a sheath at her back. Either way she cared less.

"Stellaris. Heard of you before," she whispered, picking up on the fact that she didn't want her cover blown. Body language was a powerful tell.

"Hunting? Need Company?"

 

[Zef Halo]

LOCATION: KOLTO PROCESSING FACILITY
OBJECTIVE 1B: PROTECT FACILITY AND LOADING OF CARGO.
TAGS: "It's you, not me." [member="Yula Perl"]

You know that crawling notion in your gut when you think something's going to happen? Julius suffered from the symptoms all day from the moment he rose up from his bed. No caf and no breakfast had shoved it away. It was here to stay until its matter was resolved.

Sooner than expected, actually.

He climbed up a few stairs leading him to the upper level platforms through which his patrol route passed. What he saw reaching the last step froze him like statue for a moment.

I'd be damned.

She paced down towards him casting frantic glances all around. Her longer than he remembered, the girly features on her face had evolved into that fine refined mien of a woman. The air around her no longer just the wild fire of a restless rebel as he remembered. No, it was forged into something else. More dangerous. A rebel with a cause. Purpose driven and intent. That slightly reminded him of himself. They had become two faces of the same coin, to him.

Starstruck, like an idiot, he finally grasped unto some action. Perhaps an action he'd later regret but something old, yet unforgotten, dug its way out of him and pulled his strings.

He retracted the helmet backwards revealing his whole head. The face it done was sharper than she remembered, more mature. More scars had crossed his face and in his eyes there was a fire burning with the dedication of duty. Where it once been a flame, last she remembered, had become a fiery storm completed devoted to Humbarine.

"I'd not try robbing the Vherdun if I were you, Yula." A very vague smirk ghosted across his face as his eyes pierced hers.

 

[Light Rises]

The pilot-soldier was a bit too excited for this. Maybe that was not the way of the Jedi? She wasn’t so sure, the New Jedi Order didn’t ever seem to have a restricting enjoyment from work. Passion and feelings of joy from inflicting pain and inciting combat, yes. But for Frenzy? It was the challenge, the puzzle of how to win and defeat a foe. The bounty did say dead or alive, and she new that it was a preference on alive, well, with her position in the Jedi.

Tapping at her holo display, she was trying to pull up known associates, and frequent visits. Skywalker be damned, this one has been all over. Recently though, there was a bar he was frequenting. There was a grin on her face as she was starting to see the pattern. The man had a sweet spot for the bar. Maybe that could provide her with some information. Probably would need to change her out.

Looking down to her flight suit, she nodded. Definitely a change of clothes.

But she heard someone call her name. Looking up, blue eyes scanned the spacer. “Heard of me, huh?” She allowed that to happen. “Can’t hurt, just getting the job done, not after the prize. I gotta stop by somewhere to blend a bit better.” She did look too much like a pilot, at the moment.

[member="Elwyn Fasdan"]

 

[Peyton Steele]

This was going to be routine for her, but also a bit more than that. The blonde had been deployed today as part of the envoy. There was a meeting scheduled during the evening for many of the Vero representatives, and anyone from the Coalition who felt their skills and talents were better served helping to press out the details of the agreement between Vero and Coalition. Her goal was to make sure that she tied into the intelligence, and meet with the Underground contact in the other delegation.

Being lead into the capital building, and a bit of a small gala, with representatives from the planet’s leaders, and the Coalition and their various states. Calling it a Gala was a bit over-ambitious, it was more the celebration and back-room discussion to figure out the finer points of how Vero and their kolto and bacta supply would assist the Rim. She entered a bit after it started, casually late they would say.

No weapons on her, save for her data, and the red dress that showed her figure, the blonde made her way into the group. A spacious room, maybe about 50 in attendance. Planetary delegates, and their staffers. Military representatives from all sides, and the various representation from the Coalition. She had the name of her Underground representative, and the phrase to let them know they were a part of the same team.

A flute of champagne in hand, she approached the dark Zabrak. “So, this is a bit of an electric situation, right? Seems that we’ll be burning the candle at both ends tonight.” It was a garbage way to wrap in electric and candle, but as the Zabrak provided her two words, they both stepped aside for a moment. Discussions to be had.

 

[Yula Perl]

Location: Kolto Processing Facility
Objective: Deal with an old flame
Tags: You're right, it is you [member="Julius Rhein"]


Even before he had spoken to her, before he’d removed his helmet, Yula knew who the man lingering at the top stair was. Something about his demeanor, his movement, or maybe it was the Force. Whatever it was, it had caused the Zeltron to slow to a stop, head and neck craning towards the soldier.

And there he was, plain as day. With the headpiece off, he looked just as she’d remembered. Only a little more mature, stronger, his features more cut and sure than before. Briefly, her eyes lingered over the scars creasing his skin, and it was not lost on her that there were more than before. She wondered what time and war had done to him. But still, Force be damned, he was as handsome as the day she’d left.

Their relationship had been as passionate as it was tumultuous. Yula and Julius had been night and day, but they were both zealous about their own ideals. In the end, it had been their undoing.

But now wasn’t the time to be getting all nostalgic.

Yula’s brows lifted, arms crossing over one another as she shifted her weight onto one leg. Her first reflex was to snark him, but that had never worked out in her favor. “And what would you do if I were to try, Jul?” There was a curl at the end of her works, almost playful.

 

[Zef Halo]

LOCATION: KOLTO PROCESSING FACILITY
OBJECTIVE 1B: PROTECT FACILITY AND LOADING OF CARGO.
TAGS: Aw chit... [member="Yula Perl"]

She'd was surprised too, probably less visible to others but Julius got paid to notice stuff others didn't. He liked that, seeing her dazzled. Her grasp of her usual highly confident self shaken, even just slightly.

And then it disappeared, the door slammed shut replaced by that trademark posture of hers he so much missed but cared not to admit. Like a star destroyer setting up its position to bombard a planet but with heavy fire of snark rather than turbolaser. He often reminisced these exact moments at night as their relationship was littered with such occasions as much as as it was filled with passion.

The flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long. That's something his mother had once told him before he had angrily hung up on her.

Now, it seemed surreal, as if things were once again the same but at the same time completely different. Stuck in this vertigo of mixed reality, Julius realized that he had been probably just wishfully thinking. Only she could toss him in this whirlpool of emotions. No one before, no one after.

He took a cautious few steps forward, his rifle now hung on one arm pointing the ground while the other rested as a fist on the side of his waist. Tilting his head very slightly to a side, he spoke: "My duty." It came more as of a bite than just a statement. He quickly tried softening up the edge of his tone with a follow-up question. "What are you doing here really, Yula? Miss me much?"

 

[Yula Perl]

Location: Kolto Processing Facility
Objective: Deal with an old flame
Tags: why u playin [member="Julius Rhein"]

My duty.

Now that caused a wistful smile to tilt her lips. “Of course. You always did your duty.” There was no malice in her tone, but there didn’t need to be. His duty to Humbarine had always been more important.

Strange that they’d be on the same side for once. Even if their motives were still very different. “I’m not desperate enough to rob that ship in order to get your attention. If I had planned on being a thief, I’d have stayed out of sight.”

Yula took the opportunity to rest her back against the railing, arms stretched out wide on either side. The rebel and the soldier. Here they were. At least, he wasn’t pointing that gun at her.

“Vero put a call out to the Coalition for some extra muscle to guard their kolto facility.” Easy enough credits for her, and there was no point in asking him what he was doing here. “Didn’t think your job would take you all the way out here, to my neck of the woods. Unless...” Yula couldn't help the grin that had snaked onto her face. "Jul's finally given in to his rebellious side?"

She tried to remember the last time she’d been on Humbarine.

 

[Kingsley]

Location: Hovervan, Outside Kolto Processing Facility
Objective: Liberate the Kolto
Tags: [member="Yula Perl"], [member="Julius Rhein"]

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"After this patrol."

Kingsley lit a cigarra to steel his nerves. They had fallen on hard times lately, and if this job for Progredior didn't go well he wasn't sure they could afford enough fuel to jump out of here. His crew was convinced that this was going to fail, but he knew that it was so low tech that it just might work. So many criminals tried to bypass security, but there was something to be said for ignoring it altogether. No one expected the smash and grab.

"Alright here's our window, lock and load!" the hiitian pounded on the back of the driver's cabin, he could hear shock blasters charging, "Hold onto something!"

"Utinni!"

Kingsley slammed his foot down on the accelerator pedal. He wasn't looking forward to this part.

The noise of their van crashing through duracrete was deafening.

He tried to open the side door, but debris had pinned it shut. Instead he kicked out the window, and crawled out into Abruo's main kolto processing facility. Barrels were being loaded onto a transport ship, armed guards that had been milling around nearby were now scrambling into defensive positions. Kingsley lifted his boomstick, and sent a hail of scatter gun fire raining down on anything that moved.

Jawas crawled out of the back of the van like it was a clown car and stumbled dazedly through the hole in the side of the building they had created. Shock blasts started to go off in random directions. A gang of three lifted a missile launcher, attempting to keep it steadily trained on the cargo transport while a fourth loaded ordnance.

"Get to the barrels! The barrels!" Kingsley squawked at the rest.

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

Objective: 2 (Track and eliminate criminal cells in the capital Abruo)
Location: Abruo in a roof
Equipment: Spider-Gloves, Hunter Bow, Hunter Quiver, Wrist-saber, Cloak
Faction: Outer Rim Coalition
Allies: Needles
Neutral: [member='Danielle Stellaris']
Post: 2

"Take this 6!" "Damn it" said a Duro after credits started to fall in the table "You have to invest more money" "If i found out you´ve been cheating..." he didnt liked to play paazak, but it was better for them to be seated while the got knocked out. Acaleus threw their smelly bodies into the garbage can. Good he hated that. A good perfume or deodorant is cheap in the common market for them to buy. Well they would really need a bath after sleeping in trash.

He placed his hand in the door and concentrated. A radar was easily jammed and required constant charge. The force on the other hand, was a great aid in almost any moment. Of course, it would only be as good as the only who use it "One person...alone" he call for the door and someone answered with only his eyes showed "Yes?" the guard body was pushed to the ground by a stun arrow that pass a stream of . It smashed to the floor and Acaleus created a circle with his lightsaber on the metal door "Needle 2, securing the block?" "Every escape route" "Gonna wrap this idiot in a moment. Wait me with a speeder or something"

 

[Iresias Sirax]

Location: Jungle | Outside Abruo
Objective: Tendencies | Population Control

Beneath a mask was a fractured ego. Eyes observing the world through a new perspective tinted in a red haze, a newfound hatred for all things. Though Iresias could only blame her own hubris for the existence she now inhabited, a foolish error that would effect her for the rest of her days. Scarred skin, and portions of her body that would never be properly healed hid from the world. Not out of a fear of judgement, but rather shame.

Iresias was no longer the gem she once was, no longer had the glimmer of unopposed beauty twinkle in her vacant, lifeless eyes. Who she was, or what status she may have held, no longer mattered. A dull throb of anguish coursed through her body, reminding her of her failure and how close she came to death. Should she be thankful to the individuals that dragged her out of Dagobah? In Iresias' mind, thanks was not a concept worth exploring. The gesture was by all accounts appreciated in the least.

It only meant Iresias could continue to fester as a person, to dwell more deeply within the confines of her warped sense of reality. And yet, there was something else that came back with the noble woman that fateful day. The Force putrefied within her, fed from her pain and silent rage while she recovered.

Ugly on the inside, and now the outside.

Iresias' frame was clad in a long dark coat, fitted with a bodyglove that was midnight in color. Numerous medical-grade cybernetics worked and functioned beneath to assist with the difficulties of movement. Where she was once agile and swift, she was now crippled and slowed by excruciating tension, despite painkillers being pumped into her bloodstream.

But now was the time to cope. She had agreed with local security personnel to aid in a wildlife control effort, thinking back to her childhood and the moments where her first kills with a lightsaber were small critters that posed little to no threat. But this was different, this time she would get to feel the struggle of another being's will to survive.

And in turn, Iresias would display her own.

Into the jungle, she walked alone.

 

[Zef Halo]

LOCATION: KOLTO PROCESSING FACILITY
OBJECTIVE 1B: PROTECT FACILITY AND LOADING OF CARGO.
TAGS: Miss Rhein [member="Yula Perl"], KFC [member="Kingsley"] Fried Chicken

Julius remained standing there back upright, the typical posture for a soldier and watched her lean on the railing and listened to everything she said. He forced himself to keep quiet. He had so many questions to ask her, to know more about her life now after their break up. Jul wondered whether it was his inquisitive nature due to his line of work throwing in these questions or the sedated strong feelings he had buried down within which were trying to erupt out in the surface.

The one that got away.

He almost slapped himself when that impudent thought crossed his mind.

"Jul's finally given in to his rebellious side?"

Ah, she couldn't just help herself, could she?

For a moment he wished he hadn't retracted his helmet back to keep the smirk involuntarily drawing itself on his face hidden from her sight. He despised the fact how much she could get under his skin and disrupt the way he carried himself at work. If there was anything that could shake that, it was her. Just seeing her had peeled off the layer of complete composure and he was afraid to imagine how he would act should she ever stand between him and his duty.

A question Julius stomped back into that vault in the deepest depths of his soul in order to clear his head.

He let her snark slide.

"Not my choice." Julius replied. "But the scourge of thieves, pirates and the like the Coaliation have given haven to have become a nuisance we could no longer ignore." The LT Commander gave her no info that it was in fact Corellian privateers hitting their transports of kolto. She probably knew, or she didn't. It mattered little. He wouldn't be sent here if it was not essential, Humbarine Naval Intelligence was not a department that generally dealt with cargo protection. So him coming here also meant he'd been busy monitoring and analyzing the state of Coalition forces in this section of space.

Julius let the silence linger for a moment before something uncontrolled came out through his mouth:

"You know that offer still stands, right?"

That offer she clearly rejected. Yes, he had tried to recruit her before as an asset in the Outer Rim for the Humbarine Naval Intelligence and probably at the worst of times really. Yeah, during that break-up talk. Jul's timing as terrible as his father's.

But he lied to himself if he had tossed that offer again in the name of duty.

No, this was personal and the unintended few steps he took closer to her reaching almost intimate distance spoke as much.

Julius still wanted her close.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective 3: Medical care
Allies: ORC

"We need an operating room, stat!" Cathul shouted as the first patients trickled off the medvc shuttles, some of them on artificial life support.

This is going to be a long week ahead of us, and I hope none of these patients will take as long to heal as that Mando patient with terminal-stage lung cancer had, Cathul thought, while there was a patient with lung damage from shrapnel, and also some broken ribs because of said shrapnel, too. She needed to follow the stretcher to the nearest operating room, where she could use Force-healing on it without fear of any additional complications. After all, she knew that using Force-healing doesn't excuse the need to take precautions. Just because the Force is a big boon from a diagnosis standpoint, doesn't entitle her to bungle the remaining steps. That sort of procedure will require general anaesthesia, make no mistake. But here kolto is a godsend mostly for those who suffered third-degree burns, and kolto tanks are prioritized for those patients, and the ones that suffered burns on the largest portion of the bodies. Hopefully no kolto allergies will come up as the patient in front of Cathul falls asleep, and then can the work get started to heal the patient's lungs and airways.

 

[Frielle Kinniak]

Vero

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The Qi'ra remained up top keeping an eye on things while the X-Wing roared across the tall blades of grass. Wraith-3 was once again operating solo save for the chattering in her ear. Xadia and Tohr were heavens sent these days. It'd only been a week, maybe two at best since Frielle buried her father - time blurred after that. She just remembered getting a visit from General Starchaser, that her father had died while out on a mission. Ferrathias Kinniak, a rebel, a Jedi, a husband, and a father had departed this galaxy in a flurry and for a moment Frielle made some manner of peace with it. Ferrathias and his wife Olyvaa were never ones to mince words or beat around the bantha. A galaxy in a constant state of war brought the harshness of reality home with it every day, still - if it had been that he had simply died she could be alright with it. Rather, he died on a mission and a lot of questions remained unanswered.

Worst.

Frielle's father left behind one kriffing bombshell.

The sounds of the astrometric whirring brought the pilot back to reality as she pulled on the yoke. The X-Wing shifted up and seemed to hover along the hillside, the Coalition was once again on the move and it meant ensuring peace around these parts. She wasn't necessarily looking for trouble or a fight, but more often than not it would find her. Her radar lit up with an incoming target, but as Frielle scanned the area she saw nothing, nothing on the horizon and nothing on visuals. At least not until the last moment when the crisp crimson whisps of laser fire rushed toward her canopy. "Why didn't you say anything!?" Frielle quick to shift the blame to the astromech who protested. It had indeed tried to tell her, but the spacer had been a little too lost in her own thoughts, "blasted Hutt-spawn!" She cursed as the X-Wing pulled away from the ground hoping to evade the enemy in the sky.

 

[Yula Perl]

Location: Kolto Processing Facility
Objective: Deal with an old flame
Tags: The eternal ex [member="Julius Rhein"] | big bord [member="Kingsley"]

Her eyes wandered over his face, softening a little as she noted the scarring. There was more than there had been previously, and it made it wonder what he’d gone though. What sorts of battles he fought, how it made him feel. Was he scared? Did he have anyone to talk to, to confide in?

Yula had found someone else, but had he? They both knew that she wouldn’t have been able to play the role of a Humbarine wife.

"You know that offer still stands, right?"

Really? That was what he had to say to her? Her face hardened again in hearing that, lips curling into a snarl in preparation for a retort. But she wouldn’t get the chance, at least not right now, as [member="Kingsley"]’s van crashed through the wall below them, causing the duracrete to spiral and crack. The force of the impact had caused one of the cables holding the platform to snap, and so it began to tilt towards the ground. Yula’s first reaction was to grab into the railing tight with one hand, and to reach out to Julius with the other.

At first, it seemed as if this were an accident. No one would be dumb enough to literally crash directly into the building, right? Right? “Son of a…” It was that hulking vulture again.