Populate Outbound Flight: Terms and Conditions [THR Populate of Emberlene]

[Pillar of Freedom]

Farreach was never meant to become anyone's home. Once perched between the Mid and Outer Rim, the lightly populated world offered little in resources and even less hospitality. Yet nearly 100,000 settlers found refuge there, clustered around a central city and its satellite communities while scattered homesteads endure beyond the frontier.

Now the Council of Three has agreed to negotiate with the High Republic over the Ark, an ancient moon-sized construct temporarily stranded in near orbit after attempts to tow it caused worrying microfissures across its hull. Their hospitality, however, comes with conditions.

The wildlife of Farreach is growing increasingly aggressive, and the traditional annual hunt is no longer enough.

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THE TERMS​

High Republic representatives meet with the Council of Three to negotiate permission for the damaged Ark to remain in orbit. This account will NPC the Council throughout the diplomatic portion of the thread.​

THE HUNT
The hunt is already underway. High Republic volunteers join local hunters beyond the frontier, where increasingly aggressive wildlife threatens nearby settlements. Jedi are encouraged to seek non-lethal solutions where possible.​

THE ARK
Microfissures have halted attempts to tow the Ark. With its psychological effects diminished, researchers can venture deeper inside, investigate its strange machinery, and determine whether the ancient structure can safely be moved again.

Spoiler: TL:DR - The Ark

A moon-sized artificial structure discovered above a recently-discovered Force-dead gas giant. Its builders and purpose are unknown. Inside, a tiny hatch opens into a vast hollow chamber containing a rusted catwalk and an ancient machine of impossible geometry. Early exploration reported unease, insomnia and strange psychological effects.

Previous explorers include Tatiana Sah Sela Basran Kaia Starchaser Luke Montann Corazona von Ascania

Threads for Populate Submission: Naboo Cultural Exchange, The Bacta Riots

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[Elionwy Tlestri]

The shuttle settled against the Ark with a dull metallic thunk that travelled through the docking collar and into the deck beneath Elionwy's boots. She remained aboard for several minutes after the seals confirmed atmosphere, seated beneath the pale cabin lights with the accumulated reports open before her. Her eyes continued to scan the schematics, partial translations, nonsensical sensor readings and testimonies from those who had already approached it. She had read them all before departure, and then read them again on final approach, as though repetition might uncover something overlooked.

It had not. That was, naturally, what made it interesting.

When Elionwy finally crossed the threshold, she did so slowly. The interior seemed less constructed than hollowed out by some impossible machine, immense surfaces disappearing upward into darkness while ancient conduits traced the walls like the exposed workings of the cavernous space that redefined cavernous. Somewhere far below, machinery produced a vibration too deep to be heard properly, registering instead through the soles of her boots.

She stopped at the beginning of the old catwalk. Beyond it lay the machine at the Ark's heart.

The unease was immediate. It had been documented even among those untouched by the Force...paranoia, waking visions and the persistent conviction of being watched. Elionwy felt the same pressure gathering faintly at the edges of her thoughts, an unwelcome presence tugging upon instincts older than reason.

She acknowledged it with the smallest of smirks. Fear advised distance, every sensible instinct suggested caution. Curiosity, though, would always win out.

Elionwy stared into the cavernous dark and wondered what, precisely, the Ark wanted them to be afraid of.

@Open​

 

[Isla Reingard]

Objective II - The Hunt​

War in the Mid Rim was escalating, and the violent clashes between Sith and Jedi brought back far too many childhood memories. Seeing the strain on the senior Padawans, the Masters dispatched them across the region under the guise of rest and relaxation. To Isla, the assignment felt less like a vacation and more like a punishment detail straight out of the Jedi Agricultural Corps.

When the Outbound Flight team requested volunteers to clear dangerous fauna on Farreach, she took the assignment without hesitation. It beat sitting idle, and her father had taught her the basics of communing with wild beasts during her early years... despite not knowing wherever he was now.

Humidity hung heavy in the dense jungle as Isla trailed a mix of local tracking teams and Republic volunteers. Vegetation choked the narrow path, yet after twenty minutes of relentless marching, the surrounding forest remained strangely calm.

"What's even out here?" Isla asked, stepping over a coiled root.

The lead hunter paused, eyes scanning the canopy without turning around. "Nexu, Anooba, and Vornskr."

"Great," she muttered, adjusting the grip on her belt.

@OPEN​