Our Place Among The Stars [Galactic Alliance Tier 3 Dominion of the Copperline Hex.]

[Aerion Ivelisse]

Location: Kriselist Planetside
Objective 3: Guard Stuff.
Allies: [member="Luca Thorne"]
People of Interest: [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

There was a part of him that enjoyed being referred to as Colonel Ivelisse. As an Ivelisse, rather than a Bouqi. It pushed him further away from his Father, and set himself up to affiliate more with himself rather than with others. It forced him to stand out rather than being tied to the name 'Zaren Bouqi' or even as his birth name, 'Zayden.'

The blonde woman behind him had given her name. Jessica, was it? She looked like a Jessica. She looked like the name Jessica fit. She was pretty. Pretty in the way that the first time you looked at them, they really were pretty, but when you continued to do so you realized they really weren't. And then she opened her mouth to speak, 'if I may begin.'

"You may not," he said, immediately cutting her off before he heard any other words. "You're going to listen," he continued.

The DataPad that he was still looking at was returned to the small of his back, clipping into place safely before his light blue eyes looked up at her, practically void of emotion, besides annoyance. "Your company will cease all operations within Galactic Alliance Space. You'll turn over all equipment for further investigation, release all workers from contracts, and then you will leave." There was a pause from him, "Your equipment will be returned to you at the end of the investigation, should we find no problems with anything discovered."

After that, the squad of Galactic Alliance Guard went about collecting the equipment, only if they were unimpeded however. Loading them onto carts and then up the ramp of the ship. Emotionless gaze watched Jessica, curious as to what she'd do next. Would she oppose the Galactic Alliance Guard, or would she listen to authority?

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Post: 8/38 (writer) (Ringovinda StarYards status yet to be determined, but 5/5)
Location: Kriselist
Allies: [member="Cathul Thuku"] (distant)
Enemies: Unknown
People of suspicion: [member="Aerion Ivelisse"]
Objective: Attempt to obtain safe passage out of Alliance space

"We actually have very limited operations in Alliance space, mostly on Dulvoyinn. That said, the Dulvoyinn facility only manufactures one thing: hypervelocity cannons. Nevertheless, all operations in Alliance space will be suspended until the investigation is completed. As a sign of good faith I will turn over all equipment in Alliance space to Alliance authorities and put all employees in facilities in Alliance space on furlough. Here furlough accounts for the possibility of the equipment being returned, pending the results of the investigation - if anything turns up, then the facilities will be definitely closed and their workers' contracts will be terminated. If the equipment is indeed returned, then everyone can return to work"

Because Aerion pointed at the possibility that the equipment is returned to Ringovinda StarYards once the investigation is completed, she'd rather account for that possibility. She was there to show that she was different from Charzon, so she had to be in good faith, plus that would probably be the right thing to do as a Jedi. Furloughing people usually meant suspending them as a result of restructuring or for external regulatory reasons. It's not the same as terminating a work contract, however. Here's nevertheless her chance to prove that she was in good faith - and that Charzon committed these crimes on a personal basis. That meant that hypervelocity cannon production was going to be suspended until further notice. Hosnian Prime, Bimmisaari, Gyndine, let alone Ringo Vinda, Geonosis, Soceras or Pergitor were the other major facilities of either Ringovinda StarYards or Ringovinda Systems - none of these were in Alliance space. Pizza Hutt is devoid of suspicion here because no one would suspect a restaurant company of taking part in genocidal actions, but even if Pizza Hutt was inspected, in Alliance space there was only Dulvoyinn to comb through.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Location: Aboard an http://starwarsrp.net/topic/84750-ss-orbalisk-class-boarding-shuttle/Orbalisk-class boarding shuttle.
Objective: His Last Command
Post Count: 1
Allies: The Galactic Alliance | [member="Zark"] | [member="Astarii Saren"] | [member="Ajira Cardei"]
Enemies: The Vanguard

There are no heroes in war. I would not expect you to understand unless you have seen it. Heroes are ideals. But when you come face to face with the enemy inside the cramped corridors of a ship, there's no time to talk about ideals. He dies, or you do. It's not the resulting guilt that frightens me, not the confusion. It's the clarity.

The enemy is dead and I am glad he died, because otherwise it might be me lying there. My body was torn apart in a firefight once before. Once was enough.

Yet again I find myself sitting inside a shuttle, bound on a combat mission toward an enemy vessel. The enemy are the Vanguard. Fascist Imperials. At least that's what the pundits say. From my perspective, the only difference is the color of our armor. Despite our combined experience, we are all antsy. Even elite can't eliminate nerves. We are just better at hiding it. Look at me, I'm barely human anymore, but bile still burns the back of my throat.

I'm tired of waiting. Waiting is the worst part. One minute we might be flying even, the next a capital grade turbo laser might incinerate us. I'd rather skip to the part where life becomes simple, where I'm no longer a few scraps of human skin stitched inside a cage of wires; some doctor's lab experiment. When I pull the trigger and send a bolt of plasma through the enemy's heart it's almost enough to forget that mine's made of rybcoarse. I think I might enjoy it.

War is a cruel tram wreck. It's no one's fault, yet it's everyone's fault.

And I can't stop watching.

 

[Asmus Janes]

Spoiler

Rogue One/CO – Commander [member="Asmus Janes"] “Slick”
Rogue Two – Flight Officer [member="Aedan Lochlan"] “Beardface” [OCC LOA]
Rogue Three – Vacant
Rogue Four – Vacant
Rogue Five – Lieutenant [member="Loske Matson"] [OCC LOA]
Rogue Six – Flight Officier [member="Cal Sedaire"]
Rogue Seven - Lieutenant [member="Choli Vyn"] “Smalls”
Rogue Eight – Flight Officer [member="Vale Endriss"] "Eight Ball"
Rogue Nine/XO –
Rogue Ten – Vacant
Rogue Eleven – Vacant
Rogue Twelve – Flight Officer [member="Lucius Varad"] “Songbird”
Rogue Thirteen – Flight Officer [member="Allyson Locke"] “Lucky”
Rogue Fourteen – Lieutenant [member="Owen Holst"] “Pie”

[member="Karen Roberts"] [member=Zark]

"Jedi pilots?" Asmus asked incredulously as he jogged across the deck floor. His tech ran along beside him and behind them trailed the black and white striped R12-D3.

"That's what the word is, they're out there now."

"I am not getting shown up by monks in ships."

"I think I've watched that dirty holofilm," Westle replied with a smirk.

Asmus laughed and slowed to pulled his helmet down and secure it. Already there was pressure on. They'd dropped into a trap, they were conducting their first combat operation in the prototype TR-20s. The sleek vessels were arrayed across the deck with more than the usual technicians buzzing around them. Daggers was the official voice codename for the ships and he could see why. The nose looked like it could be used to cut through a destroyer if one ran out of missiles. However, he knew that was distinctly not that case. The frame was actually on the fragile side.

As he settled into the cockpit and pressed his thumb to the plate to active that controls his HUD lit up around him. The holographic augmented reality display showed him exactly who was in each of the other X-Wings and their current status.

"Rogue One here, we're letting Red Squadron head out first. We're going out in covert mode and heading for the asteroid field. We're going to take the slow road and hit that destroyer in the rear."

 

[Saffron]

Kriselist
Objective Three
Post 3 for Potential Haven Shipyards Contract / Sponsorship for Bid on Trade Station Aurek
[member="Astarii Saren"]
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---

The construction of the Trade Station would not only run on green energy but also provide a venue for utilizing modular compartments that would be able to shift and move much like the New Citadel station.

In the event of an emergency that requires evacuation, the modules of the Trade Station are able to break apart into stand-alone emergency vehicles. The unique method of gathering power from various origins, to include solar, wind, and Salacia Consolidated patented methods allow for each module to maintain enough power for emergency evac. Repulsors are fitted to these modules so that they may stay in the atmosphere without the risk of crashing down. There is no central power-grid, as each module may be individually powered in the event of this emergency.

"See if we can place a call to any of our partner companies for a material we can use to reinforce the hull," Saffron would say, skimming over the schematics of the trade station.

It was then that the young blonde would lift her head. While the Force was but a minuscule part of her, the rush of personnel here made the Companion acutely aware of the many life forms that surrounded her. Saffron would never be an average Force user, but her talents would lay in only reading people and keeping her mind secure.

"Continue on Viare," Saffron would say, smiling at the Nikito in charge of the production of the station.

"I'll be right back."

Excusing herself, the young blonde would leave Haven Shipyards' and Browncoat's designated area to take in the scene on who else had joined the fray.

PharmaTech division was ground side on the planet along with MaraTibx groups. Haven Shipyards here at the station construction. Each part of Arceneau Trade was working to place a bid with the Alliance and Federation for reconstruction work and trade.

There were new faces here, and shortly, the young blonde woman found herself drawn to an area where Otto Shule would be.

 

[Ciana Teigra]

Location: Pryholt, Kriselist
Objective: Provide immediate disaster relief, establish Panacea site on Kirselist (GA Contract, Location Codex entry)
Allies: Galactic Alliance & Friends
Enemies: N/A
Posts: 1/38 (1/5 for contract)

In her corner of Kriselist in the city of Pryholt, Ciana oversaw the deployment of aid and supplies from her convoy of freighters. Kiribian warships had provided escort into the contested region, but upon arriving in-system, All but a few vessels had split off to assist the Galactic Alliance in neutralizing remaining hostile forces in the sector. As evidenced by the current state of the devastated planet, it was critical to eliminate the threat of the Vanguard sooner rather than later.

Immediate disaster relief was only one element of the humanitarian mission of Panacea and the Teigra Foundation. It wasn't enough to dole out supplies in the short term, but help the locals get back on their feet by rebuilding infrastructure. Outside of the communication network she had planned, Panacea would have very little to do with direct involvement in such projects. Instead, they had partnered up with local companies like Kirselist Heavy Industries to handle construction whilst providing technical guidance and investments. Rather than circumvent local industries and public services, Panacea would help reinforce them.

It would be quite a while before Panacea's facilities would even see a start to construction, but she was already at work, having set up a temporary clinic at a local university campus that had escaped the worst of orbital bombardment. Mobile shield generators were deployed to protect the clinic, in case the Vanguard wanted to go round two on Pryholt, and patrols of Panacean security teams roamed the campus perimeter with local police to keep the order.

All treatments were offered free of charge with no exception. With the revenue she expected to make from the Pryholt complex, she could more than afford to take some losses now. It helped that she had managed to obtain a deal on building permits and tax breaks, and the publicity was good for notice by potential customers. The local government was eager to receive an influx of foreign investment from the KSU, and she was more than happy to pave the way for her compatriots as a daughter of Kiribi.

 

[Choli Vyn]

Objective BYOB
Prototype Testing for Rogue Squadron

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Spoiler

Rogue One/CO – Commander [member="Asmus Janes"] “Slick”
Rogue Two – Flight Officer [member="Aedan Lochlan"] “Beardface” [OCC LOA]
Rogue Three – Vacant
Rogue Four – Vacant
Rogue Five – Lieutenant [member="Loske Matson"] [OCC LOA]
Rogue Six – Flight Officier [member="Cal Sedaire"]
Rogue Seven - Lieutenant @Choli Vyn “Smalls”
Rogue Eight – Flight Officer [member="Vale Endriss"] "Eight Ball"
Rogue Nine –
Rogue Ten – Vacant
Rogue Eleven – Vacant
Rogue Twelve – Flight Officer [member="Lucius Varad"] “Songbird”
Rogue Thirteen – Flight Officer [member="Allyson Locke"] “Lucky”
Rogue Fourteen – Lieutenant [member="Owen Holst"] “Pie”
[member="Zark"] [member="Kal Blonde"] [member="Karen Roberts"]

---

So here they were, conducting their first combat operation in the prototype TR-20s. Now these were a whole new class of shiny. The sleek vessels were arrayed across the deck with more than the usual technicians buzzing around them. Daggers were the official voice codename for the ships and Choli was super excited to be able to fly one of these.

[ Rogue Seven, ready. ] her sassy voice chirped through the squadron comm. A slight smirk went dancing over her lips, hazel green eyes peering from under the tinted yellow visor of her helmet.

[ So what is the plan for today, Rogue Leader? ] came her query. R4, her Pebbledrone astromech was settling himself in. A quick test through preflight and her engines began to hum.

 

[Aeri Vyn]

Kriselist
Objective Three | PharmaTech & Mara Tibx Contract and potential Sponsorship.
Post 1 for PharmaTech
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Reconstruction of Kriselist was dependant on many factors. PharmaTech along with MaraTibx had placed a bid with the Federation for the following:

An Eden Project Biodome

Each Eden Project Biodome varied based on location in size. This would be specific for Kriselist, but ultimately follows the following outline It contains a headquarters, starport, residential sectors, and finally the research and development facilities that also include the many hectares of land devoted to biochemical agriculture.

The most distinguishing feature is the use of sustainable energy through solar, wind, geothermal, or algae energy production throughout the facilities. This particular model would be based upon Kriselist terrain. Scouts had already researched the area in question. Following up, the Kriselist biodome would have the following sections

Each BioDome's Headquarters holds numerous offices, conference rooms, meeting halls, and other amenities that such a building would hold. Within these Headquarters are also several small hangar bays for shuttles and the like to land. The Biodomes are typically located far away from any major city. More often than not, there are no roads of mag-level tracks that lead to it, requiring the use of its starport. The Starport within the BioDomes is rather sizeable, capable of handling over a hundred shuttles and more than a dozen large transport ships, which often dock there to deliver supplies. The Starport is used daily to ferry workers to and from any orbital stations daily. Arceneau Trade then provides free transport to and from the surface at regular intervals. Besides this, the Starport receives visitors, dignitaries, and supply ships. It is unfortunately not possible to land capital ships within any of the BioDome's starports.


This facility is specialized; it houses the Research & Development Facilities and Agricultural Hectares. It is, in fact, the largest division of the territory of these BioDomes. This houses the many hectares of land used for the agriculture and bio-chemical agriculture of various botanicals and flora. Each planet has a varying amount of hectares, but each is treated with care and concern. These fields, orchards, and hydro-agricultural plots are serviced by Ho'din, Ithorian, and Morodin horticulturalists, alongside other sapients with a passion for the Eden Project.

The residential area of the Bio-Domes spans for several kilometers and can house more than a hundred thousand people. It is here that those residents and researchers that work for Arceneau Trade and PharmaTech live. The accommodations are spacious, comparatively sustainable and use green energy, and most importantly, completely and totally free. Living within the Eden Project costs the average worker nothing, however, employees must buy their food, furniture, etc. Eden Projects Bio-Dome's Residential Facilities also features schools, shops, a trade center, medical facilities, and sustainable energy through solar, wind, geothermal, or algae energy production.

 

[Republic Engineering]

Location: Kriselist - Planetside - Capital City
Objective: The Coin of Many Faces - Rebuild the Starport.
Allies: The Galactic Alliance
Post Count: Four ( Two of Five for minimum REC contract.)

Though the reconstruction efforts had begun long before his arrival, mostly comprising of decontamination and the removal of unsalvageable parts of the old structure, Otto had a single request transmitted ahead of his sojourn into the black. A unique building with two sprawling levels would be erected, formed from panels of polished glasteel and spires of ivory enameled durasteel, to act as his temporary Viewing Gallery. For how could one act with supervision-al authority, and not have a lounge from which to do it?

Sure, he believed it was a tad much, but considering that the entire planet and its people were laid-low by the petty vengeance of another - he secretly thought that offering them a small glimmer of hope through a vision of what tomorrow would bring might ease their troubled minds. Besides, he wasn’t entirely heartless, with much of the spoils that had been brought to Coruscant after the Federation had liberated the world, there was still plenty to share. Thus, anyone who worked on his designated plots would find themselves well-fed and have access to any amenities they desired. Be it something as simple as hot water for a cleansing shower, or the finer things in life - such as cigarra’s, thinly rolled sticks of tabacc, or various selections of alcohol brought straight from the Core.

While the shift change siren roared in the background, Otto turned from those that toiled beneath his feet and stalked through the Spartan gallery, his heels kissing the polished tile as he moved. He walked with purpose; each movement was entirely precise and mechanical. The betrayed the hidden truths of his being with every step - yet did not care. As he reached the distant counter, affixed with a variable selection of fire-water from every corner of the Federation, the Replica Droid removed the stopper from atop a crystalline decanter, only to pour it’s honeyed brown contents into two glasses. It was a Chandrilan Brandy, and according to the rumors - every bottle was worth its weight in credits.

Popping the stopper back from whence it came, Otto turned towards the parting doors with a smile adorning his patrician features. He was clad in all the finery standard amongst the Nobles of the Core-Worlds and bore the measure of someone born into wealth. Those these were all scripted lies; the Replica Droid felt that his newly arrived guest would appreciate the courtesy of acting prim and proper.


“The Republic Engineering Corporation bids you welcome,” He said, allowing the pre-programmed Coruscanti accent to coat every word. “To what was, and shall be again, the Greatest Starport in the Outer Rim. Well, at least one of them.” Walking forward with a crystalline goblet outstretched, Otto offered the transparent chalice to his honored guest. Though he knew her name, and the companies that she represented, the Replica Droid would not be so bold as to deny her the chance to introduce herself. “Though I’m sure you’ve been keeping tabs on who's made appearances here and there, I’d like to present myself - personally. Otto Shule, at your service.”

| [member="Saffron"] |​

 

[Magdalena Lethe]

G U I D E
Aboard the GUIDE HQ: Beacon of Broadcast
In orbit over Kriselist
Objective III: The Coin of Many Faces
Post 6 for GUIDE

Objective 1: Coordinate and provide needed humanitarian aid across Kriselist settlements and refugee camps.
Objective 2: Establish a global network system to enhance communication between settlements during the rehabilitation process. Uplink to orbital projects for early warning raid systems.

~~~

"The Crown reports Miss Kuhn is presently detained with other business," a Comm Officer reported, "would you like to leave a message with her, Miss Lethe?"

Magda stood silent for several moments, feeling somewhat beside herself at this unexpected roadblock. Lips pursed, fingers tapping along the case of her datapad, she gave a nod and moved to stand before the holo-recorder.

"Hello Miss Kuhn, it appears I've arrived a moment too late - or perhaps too soon. I understand you have intentions of setting up orbital defensive stations and were seeking out other businesses of like-minded projects. I can't claim to fulfill those particular parameters, but I had a thought I wished to pass by you concerning one of my own new projects. Something I think that could prove useful for the people of Kriselist if we could coordinate efforts between yours and mine. I'll be going planetside shortly but let me know if we might be able to have a short meeting about combined efforts. The Captain of the Beacon will be happy to relay your response. Cheers."

"Message delivered, Ma'am."

"Miss Lethe, your transport is ready to launch."

"Captain, what did the Jamilla's packet information have regarding larger pockets of population?"

"I'll send everything they've provided to your ship."

"Thank you Captain."

~~~

A short while later Magda strode up the loading ramp of said transport; one of their Tiefling's and made her way to the bridge where none other than [member="Isaiah Dashiell"] sat at the Pilot's seat. She blinked in surprise.

"Mr. Dashiell, I did not know you were cleared to pilot the Tieflings," had he really been with GUIDE that long? Magda considered this. Several years, if she was correct, but it felt much shorter than that. The two had little in the way of interaction after Mandalore. After GUIDE expanded she was needed less in the field and more in the public eye. A smile grew, a pleasantly surprised one.

"Congratulations, belated or otherwise. I don't expect this mission to be quite as harrowing as Mandalore but with any luck it will prove fruitful for GUIDE endeavors in the long term. Here is our first destination," she indicated the capital city of Kriselist on a rotating image of the planet over the controls, "we're going to test some new communications tech."

 

[Republic Engineering]

Location: Bomis Koori IV - High Orbit.
Objective: His Last Command - Objective One.
Allies: The Imperial Vanguard
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance (Vanguard DM.)
Post Count: Five

An Imperial - II Star Destroyer, bearing the name ‘Adjudicator III’ held station nearest to the asteroid field. It’s sole purpose, was to act as that route’s guardian, and to intercept any vessels that sought to break through - be they stealth craft or simply a group of brave pilots. Asteroids were a navigational nightmare, even for the best of pilots. However, in fighting the Alliance for as long as the Vanguard could remember, they had some of the best that the galaxy could offer, meaning that it was more than likely they would attempt to defy death itself and fly through the twisting spirals of ferromagnetic rock.

Standing on the command deck with his arms folded behind his olive-green Imperial uniform, Captain Jaxon Hawke surveyed the ensuing battle with a disinterested eye. Was this all the fury the Alliance could muster? He had heard stories and seen the aftermath of the ‘benevolent’ Federation’s might. They left more worlds in ruin than the Vanguard could ever hope to destroy, and yet they were claimed to be these unsung heroes who fought the good fight against those that sought to enslave and rule. The Imperial almost laughed. There was an old saying that his father and mentor had told him in the days leading up to his first command within the Vanguard, Those who sought to save humanity - always hid the desire to rule it.

Shaking his head, Captain Hawke tore his gaze away from the coruscating bolts of crimson and emerald being cast between the Imperial and Alliance lines and walked the length of the obsidian causeway with a disciplined click of his boots. “Ready our Alert fighters.” He said, with his Imperial accent hanging heavily upon every word. “I want our TIE’s in the air and ready to intercept anything that comes out of that Asteroid belt.” Shouts of compliance echoed throughout the Star Destroyer’s bridge as he made his way towards the aft section. “Ensure that our shields are cycled and that our Port-side weapons are running hot. I don’t want anything getting through.”

| [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] |​

____________________________________________________________________________​

​

Their lines were beginning to fold. Though he was no tactician, such a fact was evident as nearly a dozen X-wing’s spilled forth into the darkness of space and tore through his comrades like they were nothing more than cannon-fodder. TIE/sf Fighters commanded by some of the brightest minds that the Vanguard could pressgang into service, were snuffed out in within seconds, becoming nothing more than atomized clouds of particulate debris and lingering echoes of the tormented dead.

Death was something that every Pilot tangoed with every time they got behind the control yoke of their starfighter. It didn’t matter what side they served, in a universe that shifted and changed with every passing moment - Death was and would ever be their only constant. Thus, brushing off the shock of seeing his comrades blossoming into flowers of crimson and topaz, Howlrunner, One of the last of the true Vanguard Ace’s, kicked his fighter’s propulsion systems into overdrive. Bringing about the impossibility of sound to the soundlessness of the void; the crimson striped TIE/sf howled as it tore through the battle.

Its weapons sang, dispelling death with every unleashed beam of coalesced emerald lightning. He birthed flowers of death with every depression of the trigger, yet, as the pilot known as Howlrunner drew ever closer to his intended foe - he felt his ironclad will slowly begin to drain. Doubts began to slip into his thoughts, clouding the clarity of his mind. He nearly slipped, a fractional twist of his wrist sent his fighter careening off course, nearly colliding with his wingmate.

Snapping back into focus with a stream of expletives echoing throughout his pressurized helm, the Imperial Pilot ordered his squadron of TIE fighters to advance through the oncoming rush of Alliance starfighters in the hopes of intercepting the infamous Miller Squad.

[member="Karen Roberts"]​

 

[Jsc]

His Last Command

Howlrunner

Miller Squad wasn't infamous. It was the deepest darkest, best held secret of the Rim Trade Route for over five years running.

Karen Roberts had personally trained some it's best pilots as Jedi Knights. Recruiting from the most deviant minds and composed soldiers of the Omega Pyre force using Shadows. These were veterans. Old men and women. Remnants of old wars, with old scars, and even older victories. The Shield Guardians of New Prosperity. Robert's Rangers. The answer that came out from Netherworld.

In the Battlemeld they trained. In the Battlemeld they shared. In the Battlemeld they shared their strengths, their poise. Shared their experience and their knowledge. In the Battlemeld they shared their fears, and their doubts, and their rumors alike. No. This wasn't just a dozen glittering ion trails with blazing guns and malevolent torpedos washed out into the sun. Miller Squadron was a force of nature. A hurricane washing out into the dark. A mighty old storm that combined the greatest soldiers, of the greatest times, with the greatest power in the universe. The Force.

No. The star wars be damned. TIE fighters meant as much to them as sand did to the sea. Nothing. Nay. Less than nothing. It was beneath them.

Yet dear sadness. The laws must be obeyed. An X-Wing can only go so fast. Can only shoot so much. Confined and strapped down inside their titanium coffins even these old men and old women had their mortal limits. An X-Wing can only fight so much. The human mind can only go so far. So when Howlrunner died, splattering out into fire and into golden flames, and his entire TIE squadron followed him to the grave. He took one other starfighter with him. Karen Roberts, and her R2. Blowing off both wings, both cannons torn asunder, and stripping her canopy clean off. It was surprising. That nothing about that battle changed.

...

She piloted the last dying seconds of her ship with nothing but the smoke in her face and the helm on her head. Her life guided by the brilliant stars and hot red flashes of war. All around. She ejected on instinct. At the last second possible. R2 was dead and her ship was dying. Her X-Wing burst into flame and fire out into the no-man's between space and skyfall stars. Dust and debris to be read between the lines. In this scattering of space and ship, she was torn from the Battlemeld and lost consciousness from the telepathic feedback in her soul. She was kept alive by the shear speed of her escape and the molecular shielding of her S-seat. Spinning, tearing, falling, soaring. Out, out, and yet further still.

Out into the blackness of space.

...

Miller Squad wasn't infamous.

It didn't blink and it didn't falter. Twelve ships would risk it all. Already two ships lost to god and heaven.

Ten more to grind them TIEs in hell. Ten more to miss Ol' Blue's eleven.

_____

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[Veronika Nova]

G U I D E
Aboard the GUIDE HQ: Beacon of Broadcast
In orbit over Kriselist
Objective III: The Coin of Many Faces
[member="Magdalena Lethe"] [member="Lily Kuhn"] [member="Iestyn Nova"] [member="Isaiah Dashiell"] [member="Gabriel Lethe"] [member="Aeshi Tillian"]
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Objective 1: Coordinate and provide needed humanitarian aid across Kriselist settlements and refugee camps.
Objective 2: Establish a global network system to enhance communication between settlements during the rehabilitation process. Uplink to orbital projects (Lily Kuhn) for early warning raid systems.

Veronika's skin shifted over a base of silver with daffodil yellow stripes of concern to a deep amber of contemplation. For them, it was the changes in color hues and the vibrancy that relayed their emotions and state of mind. For Veronika, the travesty that had occurred on Togoria had deeply struck her. It had come in tandem to missing their last Red Day, something that the two were still trying to reconnect with. Their small holiday had managed to smooth some things over, making them realize that they should spend more time together -- if such a thing could even be for the pair -- and learn to support each other when they were at their lowest.

"It would be best to serve ground side to determine the extent of the damage," A dark orange ripple over her stripes and brief flash of a blue glow expressed the Lovalla's determination. That would be where their strengths lay. Where their expertise could come in hand. None the less, Iestyn would catch her fiddling with the idol pendant that she wore around her neck. It was the pressed leaf symbol of their deity, the same that Iesytn wore.

"Kluck may join us, aid with the layout and the grid coordinates." this was affecting her, that much her mate would be able to tell. Veronika was sensitive to the fragile state of other beings and the environment. However, perhaps this could give her the focus and the drive to use what she learned on Togoria for the betterment of another world.

 

[Aeri Vyn]

Kriselist
Objective Three | PharmaTech & Mara Tibx Contract and potential Sponsorship.
Post 2 for PharmaTech
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One of the serious drawbacks on Kriselist were the damages that the orbital bombardments had done. More than a few of the scorched remains had produced toxic calderas and valleys, some of which went in line with an increased amount of soil acidity. However, PharmaTech had dealt with this before.



Soil acidity could be ameliorated and the pH of the soil increased by the addition of calcium carbonate and any other similar compounds that have been ground fine for use. Each lime-like amendment had its benefits and drawbacks, such as effectiveness, price, and purity. Lime by all accounts was the most effective at neutralizing acidity when it is incorporated/tilled into the soil to the full depth of the plow layer or root zone.

Lime treats acidity by combining with carbon dioxide gas, water, and hydrogen ions to form free calcium ions and carbonic acid. The carbonic acid then dissociates to form carbon dioxide gas and water, ridding the soil of hydrogen ions. This addition of the calcium addition by the lime displaces aluminum and hydrogen off the soil particle surfaces and replaces calcium in the soil. It also helps out because as the pH of the soil increases, the excess metals, such as aluminum, iron, manganese, and zinc, precipitate out of the soil solution and are no longer plant-available. Phosphorus solubilizes and becomes plant-available, and molybdenum solubility increases, and healthy microbial activity resumes.

But how well would this work with bombarded and likely radiated hotzones? That was the question.

 

[Aerion Ivelisse]

Location: Kriselist Planetside.
Post Five.
Allies: [member="Luca Thorne"]
People of Interest: [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Cathul Thuku"]

While the woman spoke, Aerion looked about to the equipment being carted away and onto the surrounding dropships. The tools were catalogued and put away, by the end of the day they'd be filed away and probably forgotten for some time. Sure Colonel Ivelisse had to write the report about what had occurred throughout the operation, but after that, it was all out of his hands.

However, in this moment it appeared that this... Jessica! Yes, Jessica, wasn't understanding what he was saying. No matter.

"You don't understand," he said drily. "There is no furlough. There is no returning to work. You're done here." The Colonel gave her a moment to process that before he started again with, "Thank your last boss for that," he said. "The Galactic Alliance will not interact with a... Compromised company." This time, he cleared his throat. "In no form can your company exist in Alliance Space. Understood? Good," Once the GAG Personnel were done carting away the gear, they were filing back onto the dropship.

Sure Aerion could've been kinder, not as cold, but the Jedi didn't play that. He took his new responsibility seriously, and he expected others to do the same now. There was no more disrespecting and disobeying orders from the higher ups. Not only was he sort of in charge of the operations, he was a Jedi, and sure he wasn't the typical Jedi, but Jedi didn't work with terrorists and their ilk who bombarded entire populations. He was cold, frozen, colder than Hoth. Care, he did not. Jessica likely wasn't apart of Charzon's crimes, but he couldn't hand people a free pass, especially as she affiliated with a missing criminal.

She should've been happy he didn't arrest her.

"Get off my planet," he said coolly, oddly feeling an itch on the bridge of his nose. And then, with the StarYards personnel left with nought but their own ships for transportation, the Galactic Alliance Guard left them there.

Onto the next one.

 

[Linna Beorht]

KRISELIST
OBJECTIVE THREE
PHARMATECH 3/5
WRITER POST 6

ATTN: [member="Aeri Vyn"]

Items of note:

• Ongoing consultation with local stakeholders, including Justice for Kriselist, Kriselist War Widows Association, Kriselist Now, and the Kriselist Truth and Reconciliation Commission.
• Consultations have provided a large volume of qualitative information. D'Jara and her team are processing this material to determine areas of interest to PharmaTech environmental reclamation operations. The team's focus is determining the overlap between intensity of bombardment and sites of local importance.

D'Jara's presentation deck is attached. Some points of interest:

• Slides four through seven cover thirteen agricultural sites where contamination is relatively manageable. Nine of these sites fall within the purview of the government-in-exile's executive order re: privately owned farmland as a reclamation priority.
• Slide twelve gives an overview of cultural sensitivity issues involving land reclamation procedures at burial and historical sites.
• Slide fifteen gives an overview of local perceptions and prejudices regarding water politics. Note the attached watershed map with reference to refugee camps and PharmaTech reclamation sites.

Let me know if any of this is of use to your team.

Best wishes,

L. Beorht
ATC Government Relations

 

[Isaiah Dashiell]

G U I D E​

Aboard the GUIDE HQ: Beacon of Broadcast​

In orbit over Kriselist​

Objective III: The Coin of Many Faces​

Sub-Objective: Help [member="Magdalena Lethe"] with stuff​

​

He shivered in his seat when she called him Mr.Dashiell. Had it really been that long? She hadn't grown that much in height since the last time he saw her. They had only crossed paths in passing really for a long while now. But either way he returned her smile with a smirk. He understood what they were doing was serious, much more series than that time on Mandalore, but he couldn't help what was about to be said, this was Izzy after all.

He stood up, hands behind his back with a stern look on his face,

"Listen here. You may be my employer but for this mission you follow my rules. When I say jump you say what system. Understood?!" He didn't giver her a chance to respond before sitting back down and turning to face the controls. "Also Mr. Dashiell is my cousin. Buckle up Mags, we're getting the okay to launch." Perfect timing too. The rest of the crew and volunteers had just finished walking up the ramp.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Post: 9/38 (writer)
Location: Kriselist
Allies: [member="Cathul Thuku"] (distant)
Enemies: Unknown
People of suspicion: [member="Aerion Ivelisse"]
Objective: Attempt to obtain safe passage out of Alliance space

"All Ringovinda StarYards operations in Alliance space will be terminated"

That was going to mean Dulvoyinn would not even produce hypervelocity cannons anymore. I could still use the Dulvoyinn basement lab for personal use, though, just not for corporate projects, Jessica thought. Kriselist was about to cost Ringovinda StarYards millions. If the equipment was returned to them, where will it end up being used? What was for sure was that Glyss would produce the HVCs at a minimum. Glyss would have to take over for Dulvoyinn. The conditions for safe passage were harsh, but she had to accept them. Now that Aerion was done with the Ringovinda StarYards staff, Jessica could finally return to the cockpit and have the staff go elsewhere empty-handed while she ordered the very equipment that could build hypervelocity cannons at the level Dulvoyinn produced them, to be delivered on Glyss, which was halfway through the galaxy from Kriselist. Sure the Alliance authorities would explain to the Dulvoyinn workers that Ringovinda StarYards was a compromised corporation, but the local authorities on Dulvoyinn would be outraged.

"I am lucky, I guess, to just have the equipment seized"

"Where to, boss?"

"Glyss. I will make use of Instinctive Astrogation Control: going to Glyss will require about 20 jumps from here"

"Look, boss, are you sure that's a good idea?" Julie asked.

"Safer to practice IAC on long-haul flights than short-haul ones: even with my computational power, on long-haul flights detours are easier to accept than short-haul ones. You have often used me as a reagent for Force-comprehension in the past, my strategy here is to use IAC once for each segment: IAC is highly sensitive to initial conditions"

"I mean, everyone I have seen use IAC - and there isn't a whole lot of them - says that they suffer from headaches after repeated use. You'd better get a good night of sleep once we arrive on Glyss"

 

[Linna Beorht]

KRISELIST
OBJECTIVE THREE
HAVEN SHIPYARDS 4/5+
WRITER POST 7

ATTN: [member="Saffron"]

• Consultations ongoing with local stakeholders, including Wornal Sector Chamber of Commerce and Killaniri System governments.
• Consensus indicates that Kriselist's proximity to the Corellian Trade Spine, the D'Aelgoth Trade Route, and the Sanctuary Pipeline makes it a crucial shipping node. Over 70% of merchant authorities polled indicate that Kriselist is an essential stop for intra-sector trade. This number is comparable to the last reliable pre-bombardment figures.
• Some stakeholders express hesitancy about the trade station project over Kriselist. Most of the concerned parties represent provincial/lunar governments in the Killaniri System. My team and I are smoothing the waters with projections of increased markets for the Killaniri System's blaster gas. As you know, the planet Killaniri is a galactic-scale producer of blaster ammunition. We hope to win over the Killaniri authorities, who have direct influence over the most discontented parties: the port authorities on the moon of Justa.
• Justa is home to the system's most significant starport. There is some apprehension that the Kriselist trade station will draw traffic away from Justa. If Haven Shipyards wins the trade station contract, availability of proprietary ATC goods may be able to tip the scales and convince Justan authorities to acquiesce to our presence.

Cordially,

L. Beorht
ATC Government Relations

 

[Veino Garn]

Bomis Kori IV- High Orbit
Objective: His Last Command & Old Debts Unpaid
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] @Asmus James [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Astarii Saren"]
2/38
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Believe it or not, Veino did indeed own a starfighter. A very nice, Theed Hangar beskar-plated starfighter. He'd won it in an inventor's competition, which was ironic, because the ship cost more than he had ever owned in his entire life. All it had cost him was some time and energy to create, well, a fancy meditation hammock out of junk. Wasn't that crazy? The Force worked in mysterious ways, and like many who would suddenly find themselves owners of a very expensive starship meant for battle, he kept it parked safely in the hangar. He'd already died three times and had no desire to increase that number.

But the Vanguard had returned, and if they had returned, there was a chance they had information about where Thyria had disappeared to. She'd been gone nearly a decade now. Most would have given her up for dead, and if he was going to be completely honest, he had thought so as well. The only difference was that he knew she wasn't. He had received a vision of her- a vision as broken and scattered as she had appeared. Only one organization would do that to a woman, at least to Veino's knowledge, and that was the Vanguard. The Vanguard, the Final Order, whatever they called themselves. And intel reported this was their last stand, their last assembly of the once mighty fleet.

It could be his last chance to find Thyria. So here he was about to launch into a massive orbital battle in a starship worth more than his life. Not only that, he was leading a Jensaarai strike team once again, this time composed of a small squadron of Ring Defenders, typically tasked with guarding the Suarbi system. But the Saarai-Kar had given her permission for this.

They flew a motley collection of second hand fighters and souped up freighters, courtesy of TFI. He had studied the intel as it came in, charting their mission objectives and plan. He needed to get to the flagship, but before they could do that, they needed to get through the asteroids. Unfortunately, there was a Star Destroyer in the way. If Roth had been leading this mission, the ship would have been as good as dead. But he wasn't. Veino was, and Veino was a ground pounder and underground operative long before he was a starfighter pilot. Which left him some options, to say the least.

Which meant he knew how to sabotage and steal enemy capital ships. Granted, he'd never done something as big as a Star Destroyer before, but still. The principle was the same. He'd even pulled together some old Underground crews for this op. He was to draw their attention and fire in the nigh indestructible fighter while the infiltration team would cut their way into the bridge and secure its controls. Simple enough.

Rogue Squadron was already en route. He activated battlefield comms as he sealed his helmet. It had been ages since he'd worn his Jensaarai armor, but he felt he would need it this time.

"Rouge One," Veino said through the comms, picking his way through the channels. "Task Force Three is en route to your location. Objectives: steal that Star Destroyer your headed towards. Use it as a FOB and moving shield for the approach. We've got your six for initial approach."

He stepped into the fighter, strapping himself down and uttering silent prayers to the Force. Dogfighting was for droids, not people.

"Task Force Three prepped for launch," the squadron lead said through the comms to flight control.

"You are cleared for launch. May the Force be with you."

Veino pushed up on the throttle, biting his lip as he guided it out of the hangar. Then they were out - a motley assortment of Z-95s, blastboats, and old freighters that would have looked more at home in a junkyard than a major fleet engagement.

Then they boosted to attack speed, pushing their ships to the peak of their capabilities. Fighters up front, freighters in the middle and rear. The infiltration team in the center, guarded by the rest. They carried the essential gear- a heavy plasma torch capable of cutting through the ship's hull while the rest either covered them or stormed the ship. Lot of fun that way, just like old times.

It was madness as they wove their way through the asteroid field, letting the Force guide their actions as they ducked and wove between the giant balls of space-rock. Veino double checked the ship's sensors. Fighters were beginning to swarm the ship and the Star Destroyer was releasing massive amounts of energy.

This was crazy. Veino had no other words for it. Assaulting a capital ship with a ragtag bunch of starships. Feth, [member="Jorus Merrill"] would be proud.