Populate Picking up the Pieces - GA Populate Of Vicondor

[Spirit Of Harmony]

Paranormal Activity | Murakami Initiative​

They arrived in force, across numerous systems. No one was prepared when the first shots were fired. Mandalorians. They were brutal and efficient. There was no repelling the assault, only minimalizing the damage. Supply routes were disrupted. Civilian travel was halted. The Alliance had lost these worlds, utterly and completely. Shipyards were razed, facilities destroyed. They had sent a message, and it could not be any clearer. Don't mess with the Mandalorians, or more destruction would follow.

Objective 1 | Licking Wounds

Ukatis was by far the most fortunate in the assault. A traitor to the Mandalorians had informed the Alliance that it was to be targeted, giving more time for civilians to evacuate and the Alliance to send reinforcements. That didn't stop the destruction. Refugee camps have been established all across the planet as nobility and common folk alike reorganize to help one another and rebuild what they can.

Regroup. Rest. Heal.

Objective 2 | Thunder Rolls

Despite the fact the Mandalorians were gone, destruction still fell from the sky on Kiffu. Power had been destroyed, leaving the cities to the mercy of the lightning storms that raged across the whole planet. By the hour more and more buildings and homes were being destroyed by the devastating bolts, and repair efforts were just as dangerous to accomplish. Brave souls made their way to the darkened power stations, hoping that they could avoid and redirect the lightning long enough to turn the lights back on.

Survive. Evade. Restore.

Objective 3 | Dead Space

Yag'dhul's shipyards have been taken out of commission. Various space faring creatures such as the great Exogorth and the swarming Mynocks still linger amongst the wreckage, finding new homes and new prey. Clear them out so the shipyards might be rebuilt one day.

Hunt. Trap. Relocate.

BYOO: Visit any of the other planets.

OOC Note: Write with someone you haven't before! This is going to be a pretty chill thread, so branch out, make some new writing friends.

 

[Valery Noble]

Kiffu

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers
Tag: Marigold Katherine Holt

"Alright, Master Kahlil Noble is on baby duty and recovering from his battle, so I'll be leading you both down there," Valery told Marigold and Katherine Holt as their shuttle pierced through the atmosphere and made its descent down towards the surface. Working with Katherine was something Valery always enjoyed, and both Kahlil and her exchanged Padawans like this all time time. Marigold... had required a little more convincing.

Valery still felt like Marigold didn't really want her help at all.

But with some encouragement from her husband, Valery had brought them both along. Both so she could try to work on her relationship with the Padawans, and so they could meet each other and work together for the first time.

"We're going to try to secure a power station that harnests these lightning storms. It should hopefully make them less volatile for the people who live here. Just... be careful and avoid high places if you can. Stay close, okay?" She looked at them both and offered a faint smile.

This was going to get intense.

 

[Dominick von Ascania]

Dominick looked about the civilian staff he'd escorted through the mountain. Much to his surprise, the King was no where in sight. The royals had been evacuated from the castle, sent through the tunnels, but they never reached the destination on the other side. It made it much easier get what would have been deemed as unessential employees within. That's why they'd been left behind, after all.

They weren't worth protecting in the eyes of the King.

Still, they were safe now. Perhaps it was for the best that they were left behind. That was the silver lining. He smiled faintly, glancing to the butler who'd helped him keep all of them together. They survived. The city was no longer burning. The Mandalorians had pulled back, and they had survived.

"How are the others keeping up?"

"They're holding up as well as they can, Sir Dominick. .. Is there any word on the King?"

"No, but I'm sure he's fine." It sounded polite, but neither Albert nor Dominick meant anything kind with what they were saying. The King would survive, even if the rest of Ukatis had to burn. That's what the young Noble had learned this day.

And he wasn't too pleased.

"Make sure the rations are being handed out equally. If any of the other Nobles take issue, tell them to speak with me. I'll handle it."

 

[Lt. Bren Alazar]

You know those types you don't want to meet in a dark alley?​

Spoiler: GEAR

3 Grenades, Fire Grenade, Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon
(Snipers)- SMR, "God Gun", M-14 Sniper Rifle, Wrist Blaster, Carbine, God gun Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon(Sniper Variant)
(Assault)- RI-19 Assault Rifle-w-LPD53 Grenade Launcher(5 FYB 40mm grenades each), T-73 Handgun, Scattergun,
3 Grenades, Fire Grenade, Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon
(Heavy Weapons)- Minigun(if in the field), Defender-Automatic Weapon(if in CQC) Assault Rifle Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and (Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon)(Grenade Variant)

Spoiler: FIRE TEAMS AND SUPPORT

BLUE TEAM - Michael,
OVERWATCH AND AUTOMATED PILOTING -Seraphim

Michael,Seraphim
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

Objective 1 | Licking Wounds

Landing the shuttle "Pegasus" on the outskirts of a refugee camp, Bren was disgusted at what he had seen. All of it, the destruction, the loss of life, it was a horrible scene but he was here to do a job. The entire fire-team was here for that. As he was unlashing the "Ronto" ground transport they would be using, Bren looked the way of the armory on the ship itself.

Weapons and Gear check.

Hitting the "open" button on the loading ramp and rolling the vehicle down, the Marine walked back up the ramp to grab his own gear. Sidearm, Scattergun, RI-19(with grenade launcher) and grenades. There were no true confirmed targets out there, but they would make sure of it. There were more Marines coming, and the Lieutenant had enough gear for them as well, hopefully they would not need to use any of it, but if they did, they would be prepared.

When he was in Omega Squad he would often be questioned about how he could work in such "heartless" conditions and block out such despair. Truth is he did not block anything out, none of them did, that was what motivated all of them to complete their mission. They had to live this, the people here, the children crying in their mother's arms, the nobility comforting the populace and sharing their grief, this was unacceptable. Call it what you want, but they soldier lived for this, the thought of changing their outlook.

There were several children looking at him as he went over the transport, checking for any mechanical issues. Having a little fun, he turned his head at them quickly and gave a mock-intense look. There were a few giggles. He would repeat this while he continued his check.


TAG: Alexander Hayes / Dominick von Ascania

... yeah, I scare them.

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[Ronhor Tillo]

Location: Ukatis
Objective: Help the planet
Tags: Open
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Ronhor leaned to the side as he looked across the refugee camp, a small furrowed brow gracing his face as he took in the sights of the refugees. He hadn't been a part of any of the battles that had happened, so the sight of what was going on around him disturbed the man. To think this is potentially what his homeworld could end up looking...Of course, Ragoon was far safer inside the Core but that didn't mean it was never going to happen.

"Well. We best get to work helping, eh Suijin?" He reached down to his 'blade's sheath, patting it a few time as he felt the Lushi inside reacting to his words. It was the only travelling companion that the man had during his adventures. It seemed like most of the camps seemed steady enough. It wasn't in his nature to hunt for others. But he could try and keep an eye on the water supplies.

He wasn't fully associated with the Galactic Alliance, nor the New Jedi Order, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to do what he could to help out. Was it purely out of the kindness of his own heart? No. He wanted to try and earn more notability for himself and his family. But the fact that he could help people out at the same time? It was a win-win for him. So Ronhor headed off to the nearest water source and prepared to feel through the water. Trying to search for any impurities. The Mandalorians might not have poisoned the waters, but the flames and destruction that had came to the planet could have polluted the water, and he needed to make sure it was safe to drink.

 

[Marigold]

"Ahh... Of course, the only day he's not available..." Marigold took a deep sigh. Well, beggars can't be choosers, so she thought. And besides, she remembers talking with Kahlil about making an apology, there was just... This tiny bit of a problem, she never really made an apology before. And unfortunately that fact dawned on the young padawan only after her Master left to recover, she couldn't ask any advice on that now.

Here she was, stuck with a person with a strained relations, and someone she never met. A nightmare for a person who's terrible at socializing.

"...Just my luck, eh?" She brought a hand to her cheek, mumbling to herself out loud, her gaze cast onto Katherine. "It's Marigold, it's uh-... Nice to meetcha' I guess." She muses to her with a sheepish, unsure tone.

Marigold didn't feel that comfortable around Valery and Kahlil just yet, a stranger like Katherine? Even more so, and such is clear in her body language, she was wearing a huge red cloak which she wrapped around her body, hiding much of her scrawny frame, and well. An oversized hood that hid a great deal of her face, as well as hair, revealing only curles of golden locks streaming down on the sides. and a little bit on the front.

"Hey, are there any threats aside from the fething thunder strikes? A little weather won't rough us up, but if any of these metal bucket warriors are still lurking about, having my gear back would be nice." She speaks to Valery, annoyed, although unlike in their first few bouts, not sarcastic or overly teasing. In fact, careful with her words, all things considered.

Katherine Holt
Valery Noble

 

[Miri Nimdok]

Location: Royal Tent, Refugee Camp
Tags: OPEN
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Lying in a makeshift bed, the King of Ukatis heaved a sigh, stifling a groan. The stims he had pumped into his veins had enabled him to fight in the battle for his world, but they took a heavy toll on his already sickly and battered body. The Mandalorians fought ferociously. At times Horace felt like the only thing keeping him alive was the cybernetics.

It would be days before he completely recovered. Still, he kept burning the candle at both ends, despite the warnings of his physician and the pleading of his simpering vizier. The situation was too tenuous for him to rest. He continued to receive reports and give out orders from his bed, aided by (often outdated) technology and tended to by his loyal servants.

Tired eyes flicked toward the entrance as the tent flaps rustled. In stepped the Marshal, a court seer trailing close behind him. They waited for the king to give them permission to speak.

"Well?" Horace barked. "What news?"

"We have successfully repelled the enemy forces, sire," the Marshal said. "But the destruction has been immense. The majority of the population was evacuated. We await word from the Alliance on their whereabouts."

The seer stepped forward, though he cowered in fear. "Your Majesty, the Jedi are participating in relief efforts among the common folk. Lord Dominick von Ascania has joined them."

"The boy was at the battle, too," Horace grumbled. An idiot and his exiled sister were the saving grace of the nobility today. The younger generation was mostly milquetoast, of course. Strong men like the King and the Marshal had created good times, but good times created weak men. Even the late Prince Horace had been deficient in so many areas... "Were there any other nobles who didn't turn tail and run at the first sign of attack?

"A few," the Marshal answered. "The Jedi have insisted upon equal rations for all, regardless of class."

"Let them." On Ukatis, it was tradition to offer the bravest warriors the biggest share of the portions after a great victory. But none among the nobles had proven themselves worthy of such an honor. "Send Lord Dominick my portion. I'm not hungry anyway."

The Marshal bowed and went to do as he was bid.

 

[Loomi]

Kiffu
Tags: Makko Vyres

Loomi jumped a little as a bolt of lightning struck nearby. She could feel the electrical charge in her legs, which while being mechanical had the unfortunate inclusion of feeling receptors. It helped her gauge their damage, but they could still hurt her. That was inconvenient at times, but at least she could feel how close the lightning was.

They were going in to repair an electrical plant here on Kiffu, which was damaged after the battle. The storm made it far to dangerous for the locals to approach, and the facility had become unstable. Now they were going to fix it.

The Godoan had woven a large shield, one which could cover her own head and the head of the Jedi Knight that was with her. Makko was his name, a man she had seen once before at the wedding announcement of Corazona von Ascania . She had spoken with Cora upon her return, and it seemed that she had killed someone to be back. She wasn't smart enough to put together that it was her husband, but she knew enough to reason that she was not in good standing with her late spouse. It reminded her a lot of the things that she felt on that day to see the man again, a lot of emotional confusion.

Ironically, it seemed that his mind was swimming with confusion as well. The developing empath that she was, Loomi did her best to try to remain focused and not let his emotions distract her.

"I-I see the facility," Loomi noted, her eye fixed in on the structure. "It's supposed to be unstable, r-right?"

That was concerning. Hopefully they could get in safely...

Hopefully.

 

[Todblaz Graker]

Tags: Eloise Dinn | Open

Tod kicked a rock as he traversed the desolate, rubble-strewn remains of what was once a city. He was hired to look for survivors in the town as part of a rescue and retrieve team. From what he heard, the attempts have yielded limited results, with his party only finding a few survivors in the rubble, all barely alive and on the brink of death.

Looking around he noticed some buildings managed to stand strong despite the fighting. He had been instructed to go through a particularly afflicted area of the planet. Due to the destruction laced here he was the only one sent to investigate. Nobody expected to find anyone alive in this area, most people were evacuated before and the few who stayed were MIA.

Spotting a tan outline Tod walked over to it seeing an arm poking out of some rubble. He walked over what seemed to have once been a cupboard of some kind, recognizable by the handle and the scattered wood. Bending to one knee he checked the pulse of the arm, he wasn't surprised when there was none to be found.

The cost of war was immense and unnecessary, but such is the state of conflict, unceasing and relentless. Unfortunately to his battle-scarred mind he didn't really care, war had been a large part of his life and made him withdrawn from situations like this. He would have to continue without dwelling on the person, there was nothing he could do and trying to retrieve the body would only slow his sweep down, another team would have to get it.

Returning back to his pathway on the street, he heard the distinct sound of a rock hitting another rock. He slowly looked towards it not expecting to see anything, rocks fell everywhere in the rubble filled city. It had just appeared to be rubble falling onto itself, kicking up a small dust cloud. Turning back to his path he started to walk again.

A cough could be heard from where he was just looking. Tod looked over and another cough could be heard. Walking briskly towards the rubble he looked down, there was some hair poking out beneath the rock in what appeared to be a little crevasse. Another cough came from it, and Tod stared stunned for a second.

He walked over and tried picking up the rock, it was far too heavy. Staring at it for a second, he started to look around for a way to get it up.

 

[Anthony Gray Sun]

Kiffu.

A storm had overtaken the planet, and the Service Corp had been sent in to help restore power. Andy had expected rain, but it seemed the sky was dry, despite the massive lightning storm. Thank the Force Andy had Erika on hand. The axe acted as a way for Andy to keep an eye out without worry of electrocution. Maybe holding an axe over his head as he ran through the city made him look a little silly, but it kept him alive for now.

A scream could be heard from a burning building, and Andy didn't hesitate. It simple as to him. Rushing into an inferno, when others would flee.

"Help! Someone!" The accent of the person was thick, and they didn't seem to speak good basic, but that didn't deter Andy. He rushed in, finding a GADF solider, trapped under a collapsed wall. They seemed to be a Rhodian, unable to speak basic. Folks of the GADF came from all over the place, and Andy wasn't one to question it. He'd need help though. A wall like that wouldn't budge, and while Andy was strong in the Force, he hoped there was someone else nearby to assist.

Tag: Connel Vanagor

 

[Eloise Dinn]

Albrecht was falling behind again. To his credit, Eloise found it impressive. She was surprised the Ukatian could stand to sift through rubble and dead bodies, all the while unsure of what had become of his loved ones.

The two Padawans were assigned to search for survivors. So far they’d found nothing but corpses. Ash and dust had the odd effect of making dead bodies look unreal, like powdered mannequins or figures of clay. Their features all blurred together, losing their shape. Eyelashes turned gray. The only hint of color was inside their slackened mouths, a dark red hole in a white field.

It was all very horrific, but like so many others, Eloise was used to it by now. Perhaps Albrecht was too. She checked over her shoulder again, watching as he slowly and methodically scanned what was left of the city, both with his eyes and with the Force. Holding out hope that he’d find someone alive around here…

“There!” he suddenly exclaimed, rushing off to the left. Eloise followed his lead. It looked like someone else had already found them: a masked individual sporting an insignia indicating he was a field medic. He was struggling to find a way to lift the large piece of rubble that had fallen over the crevasse. It was probably the one thing that had kept this lone survivor alive, protecting them from the rest of the rubble—but if it wasn’t removed, it would entomb them.

“Stand back,” Eloise said. “I’ll lift it.”

She thrust out her hand, calling upon the Force. The rock wobbled, then finally started to rise. She flung it away, revealing the coughing body underneath.

Todblaz Graker​

 

[Katherine Holt]

Katherine hadn’t been active when the Mandalorian Enclave had struck out at the Galactic Alliance again. She had been away, occupied with other matters. But when Valery asked for her help on Kiffu, she jumped at the chance.

Plus, it meant an opportunity to meet and work with her Master’s newest Padawan. The news of Marigold had both surprised and made absolute sense to the winged Padawan. Kahlil was very much the type of person to take on strays to help guide them. She was one of them after all.

Honestly, at this point it feels like Shan is the most normal one out of us. Katherine mused to herself, quietly watching as Valery interacted with Marigold.

She didn’t have the full picture, but something had definitely happened when the Nobles had encountered the young woman. Marigold didn’t seem much older than herself, and yet Katherine felt like they had wildly different life experiences.

“Nice to meet you too, Marigold. I’m Katherine.” She offered her fellow Padawan a welcoming smile, hopefully to make her feel a bit more comfortable.

The shuttle rocked back and forth as it descended down to the planet. Katherine remained where she was standing, thinking about their upcoming mission. Marigold’s mention of potential Mandalorian stragglers sparked a thought.

“Do we know if the Enclave employed any weather-altering tech during the conflict here?” She had no idea if the Mandos had access to such things, but she wouldn’t put it past them to utilise any advantage they could.

Part of Katherine hoped they didn’t encounter any enemies today. Due to the constant storms going on, she had opted to leave her armour unequipped. It wouldn’t help being a lightning magnet if she was going to be flying around.

Valery Noble | Marigold​

 

[Valery Noble]

Kiffu

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers
Tag: Marigold Katherine Holt

It was a good thing that Katherine had joined them.

Valery did want to work on her relationship with Marigold, but that also required some input from her side after what happened last time. Kahlil had told her that Marigold was thinking about apologizing, but Valery wasn't going to force that. So now, she at least had Katherine to help make the atmosphere better — the redhead was always very good at it, with her kind and calm demeanor.

Perhaps what they were about to face together would bring them closer together as well.

"I doubt that we'll see any Mandalorians down there," Valery said to answer Marigold's question. "They hit the planet and left because there's no way for them to hold it." It was too far away from their own territory, and the GA had a far greater military ready to assist. "As for the weather, they didn't change anything." She looked at Katherine and smiled faintly, "This is what Kiffu is like when the storms are left uncontrolled."

Hopefully, they could bring back the power stations that harvested the lightning before it was too late-

A sudden, violent tremor had the entire shuttle shaking, and Valery just blinked while she looked at her controls, "Well, that's not good. We got hit by lightning and it fried our sensors. We're flying blind. Or, well, on my senses." She smiled at the two and strapped herself in to start navigating them through the storm on just her Jedi senses alone.

"I suggest you two strap in! This landing will get interesting!"

 

[Alexander Hayes]

Sith. Brynadul. Maw. Mandalorians.

When you were walking amongst the aftermath of it all, laying eyes upon the destruction and loss of life, it made it all too apparent none of these factions differed from one another. Sure, some might vary in their warpath, but the result was always the same.

Innocent civilians had lost their homes, lost their loved ones because of a conflict they hadn't asked for. The K’paur felt his hearts sink slightly as he looked over all the displaced people. He hated the feeling of how inevitable this all seemed. That even after the Enclave threat was dealt with, something new would no doubt replace it before long.

Alexander had been on Ukatis for just over a day already. He had been away, helping hunt down Maw stragglers elsewhere in the galaxy. By the time he had returned, immediately heading to help here, the Mandalorians had already come and gone.

He had moved between a few of the refugee camps, helping out where he could. Along the way, he caught wind of a few rumours. One such being that the von Ascania Heir was actively helping out somewhere. Alexander’s thoughts on nobility were that they were a mixed bag. Though typically leaning more towards serving their own self interests.

So it was a pleasant surprise to hear someone amongst the Ukatis nobility was out helping.

Alexander looked up as he saw a shuttle fly overhead, Pegasus was its name and was the one the marine had been waiting for. His time on Ukatis had been spent helping search and rescue, using his strength and abilities to sift through rubble. Onboard that shuttle was the fireteam he was supposed to be helping today.

He walked over towards the transport, watching as one of the men was having a little fun entertaining some curious children. A small smile appeared, only for it to shift into a more serious expression as he stopped before them.

“Lieutenant Alazar?” He asked, waiting a moment to make sure he had got the right man. “Commando Hayes, I’m here to assist your men where I can.” Alexander held out his hand to shake.

Lt. Bren Alazar​

 

[Marigold]

Katherine's welcoming smile was met by embrassed flush, Marigold was less uncomfortable. Though clearly, from the looks of it, quite hard to talk to. "Well Katherine, just the thunder storms, it seems." Somehow, that did make the young girl annoyed. "Guess I'll have to sit back and watch the experts handle it, eh?" With no weapons on her side, and no target to use her lacking weaponry on. She did feel a tad bit useless... But was that really true? Supposedly, she'd find out when they got there.

Until then, she had something to say before they landed. Would make the mission a lot easier, going foward.

"Oh, and um-... Uh, Valery? I uh-... I'm... I wanted to say that-..." Clearly, not the best at tying words together, Marigold to say something to Valery, unfortunately. The lighting strike had her tense up, visibly fearful. "I HATE LIGHTING! Arghh!" The young padawan strapped herself in, holding onto her seat like on her dear life. "Damn you Valery! Just keep your focus on flying!" She'd blurt out in unfiltered panic.

Katherine Holt
Valery Noble

 

[Katherine Holt]

When the shuttle suddenly shook a lot more violently than before, Katherine knew this wasn’t going to be a smooth landing. She refrained from sighing, having hoped that their arrival at the least would’ve gone uneventful. But it seemed like Mother Nature had other plans.

The Padawan quickly strapped herself in, glancing over at Marigold as she yelled about the lightning. She gave the young woman a look of sympathy, not too keen on the weather herself. Let alone being in essentially a metal flying box while the storms raged outside.

Hopefully the shuttle’s shields would hold long enough for them to land.

Katherine had effectively taken the co-pilots seat, but left the navigating to Valery’s expertised senses. Instead, the Padawan focused on checking the ship’s other systems.

“Sensors weren’t the only thing hit, not nearly as badly but…yeah, we can’t afford getting struck again.”

The Padawan hoped she hadn’t just jinxed them.

Valery Noble | Marigold​

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Ukatis
Objective: Help the refugees
Tags: Colette

"Make sure they come up one at a time, we don't want them all clumped together!"

In the middle of a refugee camp on Ukatis Silas and a group of alliance troopers were helping hand out supplies to the citizens who were desperate for food. The fighting had driven people from all walks of life out of their homes, leaving them homeless and cold without a place to call their own. It was his and the alliance's job to ease some of that pressure, at least until they could be rehomed elsewhere.

Handing out a big bottle of water to a scruffy looking family, he calmly smiled at them and sent them on their way back to their camp. Silas understood how it felt when your home was destroyed in front of your eyes, he didn't wish it on anyone, especially on kids who barely had a chance to enjoy the place they were born. Yet, one day he was confident they'd reforge a new home and move on together stronger. If he could do it, then they most certainly could too.

In the distance, his eyes caught sight of another shuttle coming their way. Knowing who that was, he motioned for the captain to take over the operation as he went over to the shuttle pad to meet the fellow Jedi. Silas had not yet met this particular individual, but after hearing what other Jedi had said it only seemed like he was meeting a clone of Valery Noble herself.

This was going to be interesting to say the least.
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[Colette]

Silas Westgard

The ramp opened and out stepped the very image of a padawan learner. Wide-eyed but focused, and clearly ready for the world to throw some sort of curveball in her direction. Although the marvel at seeing a new world was a bit more muted given that she had been to Ukatis a few times before. From the little knot in her stomach and her presence in the force it was fair to assume that she was either about to kiss the ground for finally reaching her boots or she was about to throw up.

Space travel was an acquired taste and Colette had no taste for it at all. It was a cramped death casket plunging through a void of dangers. There wasn't anything about that which she enjoyed. If she was in a dark room with no viewports there was always the chance that she could trick herself into believing that she was anywhere else, but… Well, this was not one of those ships, and Colette was not able to.

Her hand latched onto her stomach with a firm grip as she walked down the ramp.

"You must be Knight Westgard." She said and nearly retched. "Val—" Ugh, she could feel the chunks of breakfast that wanted to escape from her throat. Colette coughed, grimaced, and shook her head. "Sorry."

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

"Valery mentioned that you would meet me here, and said something about distributing food to the affected."

 

[Valery Noble]

Kiffu

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers
Tag: Marigold Katherine Holt

"Oh, and um-... Uh, Valery? I uh-... I'm... I wanted to say that-..."

Valery perked up a little, and looked over to accept what she believed was going to be the apology Kahlil had mentioned. But as soon as the lightning struck, and trouble began, every hope of being able to move on through an apology was shattered. The young blonde even yelled at Valery as if she wasn't paying any attention.

The nerve.

"I'm focused! Now strap in and brace yourself!" This was going to be a very unhappy landing, and Katherine knew that too. She was helping Valery manage the systems as best as they could, but even with all their effort and experience coming together to bring them down safely, the landing was quite a tough one. The cities of Kiffu had been largely destroyed, and there were few open spaces left for a safe landing.

So... down a street full of debris and blown-apart speeders they went.

The shuttle's belly hit the street hard, and sparks and flames ignited on each side as it began to grind its way down the street. Speeders and other vehicles were forced aside, causing the Jedi inside the shuttle to be thrown around in their seats a little. But by the end of it all, they had landed.

"...you two okay?" she asked, as thunder above them split the sky wide open.

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

OBJECTIVE 2 - THUNDER ROLLS
MHGN Obulette
Star Destroyer in Service to House Mecetti
In Orbit of Kiffu
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Maldor Mecetti was the sort of Senator who got around.

This was necessary, to capitalize on the energy of important moments.

He had to be seen giving a speech one day, and then also be spotted making good on that speech within hours or days. This cemented in the minds of the electorate that he was someone who got things done. He wasn't just talk. He was a man- if not of the people- at least for the people.

His executive shuttle helped with that, allowing him to flit to and from hotspots as desired.

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He arrived in orbit above Kiffu at about the same time the 'Obulette' did. It was no accident that the Senator of Obulette, and the House Mecetti Star Destroyer named for Obulette, were together on this mission. He had specifically requested that ship so that headlines would be enhanced. "Maldor Mecetti, the Senator of Obulette" would be mixed with, "The Obulette aided in relief efforts..." His name and Obulette would be prominent before the eyes of trillions, over and over, whenever these events were reported upon.

The Obulette was one of a dozen antique Royal star destroyers which had been meticulously maintained and refurbished by House Mecetti over the centuries. It was generations old, but no less majestic and magnificent than the day it had first been constructed. And it was hyperspace-fast. Meaning it could be anywhere it was needed on short notice.

Maldor's shuttle requested docking clearance, and soon enough was berthed aboard.

An honor guard escorted him to the bridge, where he met with the Captain.

"Captain Velcin, a pleasure," Maldor said, extending his hand to the man. Velcin had been chosen for this command due to his loyalty to House Mecetti, never balking or complaining at even the most undesirable tasks. Still, Maldor had to suspect that the man was none too pleased with the idea of a Senator taking over operational control of his ship.

Velcin smiled and joined the hand-shake. "Senator Mecetti. We are all proud to participate in this noble relief effort, and to have you lead us-"

Maldor withdrew his hand after the requisite shake and waved away the notion, "Nonsense. I am only here to offer gentle advice. This is, and always shall be, your command."

There was no point in demeaning the man in front of his people. It was understood that Maldor would be getting everything he asked for, here.

"So, I understand there's a bit of a lightning storm," he said, "and it's preventing the power stations from being brought online?"

Velcin nodded, "That is indeed the situation, Senator. These lightning storms are not a casual phenomenon. And in fact, they are the primary power source of the planet. But without control systems online, they are as deadly as laser cannons, and descend to the surface in a thousand places at any given second. It makes approach and repair of the ground-based power and control stations nearly impossible."

Maldor nodded, "Well then. Choose a large city, with a large station... and take us down."

Velcin hesitated, "Down, Sir?"

Maldor nodded, "Yes. If we place the ship above the station, but below the clouds, then it will become an attractor of these lightning strikes. Thus sparing the citizens below, who can then make repairs."

Velcin swallowed, "Yes, of course. But I may have underplayed the strength of these storms, Senator. The Obulette would be subject to potential damage from these strikes. They are magnitudes above the strength of normal lightning."

Maldor studied the man for a moment. Was the famously obedient Captain bucking his orders?

"It is good of you to have concerns for the ship, Captain," Maldor agreed, "but we must have concerns for the civilians below. We won't be rescuing anyone if we stay in safe orbit and watch people get cooked by electric bolts from the blue."

Velcin nodded, detecting the tone of a decision already firmly made. "Yes, Sir. Helm! Take us down to the Capital City. Tactical! Adjust the shield friequency and charge to be attractive to the lightning storms. We want the bolts hitting us, not the people trying to repair the power station."

Maldor nodded, satisfied at the obedience, and turned his attention to the expansive viewports of the bridge as the ship began to descend into the maelstrom of lightning below.



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