Safe & Sound | CIS Dominion of Naboo [R-45]

[Queen Bots™]

The dust from the fall of the Galactic Alliance had scarcely begun to settle. The Confederacy had been on edge ever since, with increased patrols, and increased security protocol. It didn’t seem to matter how much time passed. An hour, a day, a week. Everyone could still feel the stark absence of their northern neighbor, their longtime ally, and it wasn’t something easily shaken away or forgotten. Memorials had been held. Extractions had been, at best, partially successful. The casualty estimations were still changing. The numbers were always on rise.​

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The Sith Empire had surprised them all.​

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The CIS, for all of their technology, for all of their spies, had been just as equally shocked to see massive warships pull from the depths of Coruscant. The end result had left the once densely populated center of the galaxy nearly uninhabitable, desolate, and broken. The devastation and instability made it impossible to return many of the refugees to their homes. Some passed through Confederate Space and moved into ORC territory while others simply seemed lost. They didn’t know what to do or how to start over, not when it felt like everything was lost, and hope had dwindled to nothing.​

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As comfortable as they tried to make their refugees, nothing felt quite familiar, and the excessively heavy presence of a vast droid army and a Sith Vicelord made some understandably nervous. Monastery was peaceful, tolerant, but it was quickly becoming overcrowded. They began to transfer groups that were willing and healthy enough to be moved to Geonosis, Haseria, Druckenwell, and even Relovian. For those that were still uncertain and afraid, the Confederacy found a solution to their humanitarian woes with their ever-present notion of expansion.​

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One of the first territories they swept over had been mostly untouched by the blight of war. There were several planets of note, but one them, a small pastoral world, held more promise than the others. Naboo was unique. Seemingly nonviolent. Coupled with historical purpose and classically beautiful population centers it almost seemed too good to be true. Many would wonder how, or why, the Sith Empire had spared it. Perhaps it was too close to the Confederacy. Perhaps, the other planets had been less well organized, or, more easily infiltrated.​

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Either way, it was a gift, and the Confederacy would be quick to make themselves known to the Queen of Naboo and her governing bodies. There was no pretense and no grandstanding. There were no parades, no parties, and no overly ostentatious announcements. They arrived to the quiet system in earnest, both to greet their new world, and to negotiate aid.​

Objective 1: Begin Again [Political/Negotiation]

Several members of the Confederacy have plans to meet with either the Queen of Naboo or representatives of her choosing in Theed. A soft decision to allow refugees to stay on the pastoral world while they recover is already in progress, however, it is the notion of long-term relocation that may cause difficulty. As benign and well-wishing as Naboo may be, the influx of evacuees, some in dire need of continued medical care, will mean a drain on the economy. They wish to do what is morally right, however, they must also take the needs of their own citizens into account.

The Confederacy is prepared for hesitation, offering funds, technology, and friendship. They have no wish to supersede the sovereignty of the self-sufficient world, just as they respect many others, and will continue to do so.

Objective 2: A Place in This World [Settling Refuges]

Confederate forces will aid Nabooian relief workers in settling down some of the Alliance victims that are either desperately wounded, or, are too young to be left without proper supervision. There are many families who have been separated and many more who may never be reunited. The Confederacy has started to build a database, but it is a large undertaking, and help from the great minds of Theed University would be most welcomed. A temporary settlement has been set up on the outskirts of the capital city to facilitate this process.

Refugees that are more able-bodied, but, who are still not a hundred percent may have chosen to stay on the Galactic Naboo Space Station called Zaela Station. It holds enough room for approximately four-thousand five hundred souls, and by the grace of the Queen, the Confederacy has put it to good use.

[Characters should be focused on aiding those in need, getting refugees settled, and ensuring that supplies get where they need to go. Locations will be the Settlement Outside of Theed, or, Zaela Station.]

Objective 3: Shake It Off [BYOO - Bring Your Own Objective]

Not all of the refugees from Coruscant were injured physically. Some are just lost, looking for a new way to live, and have been permitted to venture around Naboo to clear their minds. Especially those with a touch of PTSD and shock. Confederate personnel have been encouraged to mingle among them to ensure a smooth transition.

Others may also be on Naboo for their own designs, however, there will be no undue violence. Bring your own objective, within reason, and if you have any questions feel free to contact CIS Staff.

There are a variety of locations, including Canon locations from the Wiki, that can be visited. Here are a few:

Zaela Station
The Salty Gungan
Naboo Center of Arts, Sciences, and History

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[member="Lyla Quinn"]
[member="Maple Harte"]
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[member="Nine Lives"]
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[member="Popara the Great"]
[member="Razelle Breuner"]
[member="Roy Americus"]
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[member="Samantha Jade"]
[member="Sander Europa"]
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
[member="Sola Marr"]
[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]
[member="Srina Talon"]
[member="Tex Americus"]
[member="Teyla Ee'everwest"]
[member="Thalira Kiing"]
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[member="Umai"]
[member="Varick Lechner"]
[member="Veronika Fleischer"]
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[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]
[member="Zephyr Carrick"]
[member="Zhai'ellev"]

 

[Deacon Olraen]

Royal Naboo Shipwrights, one of the most advanced shipyards in history, had quite a few defenses and locations in the Naboo system. Ships with the RNS designation could be found throughout the sector, and especially around the planets Naboo and Widow, as well as the orbital acceleration gate. Customs satellites kept the system traffic in good order. For years now, RNS had worked in concert with the Naboo government and the GADF to keep the area well-monitored and secure. It would follow Her Majesty's lead, now as always.

On the bridge of an RNS pocket carrier, Captain Deak Olra'en played a vigorous game of Asteroids on his tactical holotable.

 

[SC-A1]

Location: CSS Dropship Dulva, Multi-Utility Transport
Objective: Delivery of Troops, Supplies and Viceroys

The gentle hum of and engine could be heard through out the bulky Transport ship. Flying over Orbit of the beautiful Blue Naboo, awaiting orders to begin landing. The Blue droid simply working away in keeping orbit and keeping communications up with the nearby capital ship. "This is AR-G002 of the Dulva, awaiting orders to begin landing at coordinates D-7 Mark 3.22 near the capital Theed." Its voice rang out with its usual synthetic tone with minor clicking sound as his head moves from side to side awaiting a response.

 

[Er'in Tenel]

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"I'll make the moves up as I go."​

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The gardens of Naboo were beautiful. The cities too. Hapes... perhaps didn't have the monopoly it claimed.

Er'in had slipped away from the diplomatic parties as soon as possible, the bright light seemed to grate on her skin, the air burn in her lungs and she knew that was wrong. But she couldn't help it - she wasn't sure she wanted to help it.

But she wasn't so far gone she shouldn't admire beauty, if she ever was... then that would be the point she knew. That, she thought, was the line.

Dressed in her now customary hooded dress - blue, this time, in reflection of Naboo - she walked quietly through the gardens and city streets. She had no place here - she could not combine the gentle peace of this place with the negotiations now on-going, didn't the Alliance know who they were dealing with? Didn't the government of Naboo?

She stopped to admire a flower, not checking if anyone was watching to push back her hood and reveal the glittering violet corruption in her eyes as she took in the scent.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

The collapse of the alliance had been something of a shock to the galaxy, even to planets considered largely isolated from the constant power struggle between the largest empires. Naboo was no different. Though they maintained their status throughout the war between the First Order and the Galactic Alliance as a neutral party, they upheld their trade agreements, economic relations, and political discourse with all. It was an integral part of the galactic scene, and one that Naboo had been determined to share the stage with. Their military was one of modest size, nothing in comparison to the fleets that had condemned Coruscant and the core to its now crippled state. Had the Sith invaded her home, Jamie knew that her beautiful home would have surely fallen to the rule of darkness. During the initial invasions, her sister [member="Mariya Pyne"] had been on Celanon, heading to Coruscant when the attacks hit. For nearly a week the two had been left in the dark as to the safety of the other. Had Naboo been attacked as well? Had Mariya been trapped on Coruscant?

Now, as the Queen stood atop the largest balcony of Theed Palace, overlooking the city proper, a clear blue sky highlighted the vibrant hue of the Sun. Warmth radiated all around. The pleasant atmosphere and crisp air made for a beautiful day, allowing the woman a few moments to collect her thoughts. Since hearing of the attacks on the Alliance, her council of ministers and lead RSF officers had been discussing potential courses of action to secure the safety of Naboo and its people. Their borders had always welcomed refugees fleeing from war torn systems, but this would be an influx unlike anything they had ever seen. The planet itself, and its resources could not possibly withstand the burden of a world like Coruscant, whose citizen count would cripple the resources, both economical and environmental of Naboo.

Still, they would do what they could to accommodate or assist in the relocation of refugees to temporary or permanent homes.

One such alternative was their neighbors to the east, the Confederacy. Naboo hadn't the ability to assist in the transfer of such large numbers of people, either incoming or outgoing. Several large facilities had been made to accommodate the initial influx of refugees, but much work would need to be done if they were to successfully vet and assign temporary citizen visas to those that decided to call Naboo their home, or request shuttle to another world, if this was not to be their final destination.

The only way to do that? The Confederacy.

"My lady, we've received word that a number of officials representing the Confederacy will be arriving shortly." Skyela spoke softly from the archway behind the blonde, the same manner in which Jamie conveyed her own voice. As her double, it was imperative that the girl look, sound, and accurately portray Jamie in every aspect. "Thank you, Sky. Please inform the palace guard of their impending arrival, and ensure that they are received promptly and respectfully escorted. Today's discussions will play an important role in determining our future, allies, and our safety."

Without a word the woman bowed her head and dispatched herself. Those arriving to the palace would be greeted and guided to the throne room to be received.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: The Salty Gungan
Objective: 3
Wearing: jeans, black t-shirt, combat boots
Wielding: 12 Czerka knives, 4 Glitter Bullets
Tags: n/a
Post: 1

Naboo. Scherezade hated Naboo. She'd been here once before, checking out a mansion that she knew her father had owned over five centuries ago. According to the paperwork, he still owned it, but there was some external third company thing managing the property, and it was being rented out. She'd gone to sniff around the area, but found nothing, not a single clue, that would point her in her father's direction.

That was when she'd decided she hated the planet, and the way it smelled. It was more than enough for her to construct a Blueprint of Doom, planning on bringing artificial tsunamis through all the major lakes to flush entire cities out, as well as boiling the same lakes (before or after made no difference) to make Gungan soup. She even had info on the temperature she'd need.

Those had been happier days, freer days, when Scherezade was still Scherezade and not the broken drunk thing that was currently sitting at the Salty Gungan working on her fifth drink in the past hour.

Those were also days in which her attempts at getting her "Flush Naboo" plans were discovered before she was ready to, and certain people in the CIS whose names shall not be mentioned (it was [member="Srina Talon"]. It's always [member="Srina Talon"].) forced her to cease and desist. It hadn't been pretty.

It was only recently, among the boozy fog and the pain that had become the new constant of her life, that she remembered she still had the blue prints at all. She was planning on selling it. No one said she couldn't sell it to other groups who could make good use of it. There were even calculations for the numbers and strengths of the bombs that were meant to be used for it. But, it had only been an idea, to sell. She hadn't actually started looking for buyers just yet.

Still, coming here was yet another one of those missions that Scherezade had no clue why she signed up for. She wasn't in any state to do anything political (and wasn't even on the best of days), she didn't want to help stupid refugees, and... Well. Maybe it was because Naboo wasn't Ryloth, where was banned, or Coruscant, that was forever contaminated to her due to the events that had passed there. She had to go somewhere.

Her sixth shot of drink had arrived. Scherezade downed it without pausing for breath and set the empty glass down. This was going to be a long day. She hoped something went wrong with the negotiations and that she'd be able to go into a fight because of it.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Naboo Palace - Balcony
[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Kurt stood quietly behind Jamie, lingering against the wall of the palace as he watched Jamie do a quick exchange with her double.

He wasn't sure that he would ever quite get used to that, seeing someone who looked exactly like his girlfriend wandering around. It was creepy. The former Courier understood the need for it, in fact he was rather thankful for it, but that didn't mean he had to like it. He had tried to tell himself that it was like Jamie having a Twin...or multiple twins, but that didn't really help the situation either. In the end it was just one of those things that he had to deal with.

Quirks of dating a Queen.

Another one of those quirks was how Kurt was now dressed. Far from his usual half disheveled appearance, Kurt looked clean shaven and well semi-well dressed. It was highly unusual for the young pilot, but it was a small concession he had made when he'd moved here. The idea was a rather simple one. Jamie was the Queen, the Queen had to look good, and the people around the Queen at least had to look presentable. The logic was sound, and since Kurt wanted to see Jamie more he had followed along.

No one could ever accuse him of being belligerent, at least here anyway.

When Sky stepped away off the balcony Kurt slowly pushed himself up the wall and walked to stand besides Jamie. He flashed her a quick smile before he leaned over the balcony, resting his forearms on the railing. "I'll stay out here."

That was probably already the plan, but he didn't want her to think she had to tell him.

 

[Ria Misrani]

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Amaya knew it would be a matter of time before she got that call.

Naboo. Her Father. Part of her wish it was under better circumstances but here she was, she told her father and his delegation that she would not act on their behalf. Nor would she act on behalf of Naboo, she was there to keep everything corgial. With the Mandalorian's being what they were the daughter of Darth Metus often found her time spent more on Ryloth and Geonosis than that of Mandalore or Concord Dawn. She thought on Keira's words a moment but pushed it aside, Artemis would not want to hear the words at all that much she knew. Quietly she looked herself over in the mirror before she looked back at the armed guards who waited on her. "Inform my father and his delegation that I will go out and meet with the Queen ahead of them." No, Naboo was never a place to truly accomodate refugees but it seemed the burden of this belonged to everyone.

"Thank you," she said to the guard who walked with her as the ramp unfolded.

She knew where the throne room was, and she recalled the one conversation she managed with [member="Jamie Pyne"]. It felt like ages ago, and given the events that have transpired since? It may as well have been, she took a breath and exhaled as she ascended the steps of the palace wearing that gorgeous gown that Artemis Lux herself once adorned. Now it had been refitted for the child of Naboo and Mandalore, her deep sepia skin soaked in the Nabooian sun as her shadow faded into the massive structure. Guards walked with her still as she quietly made her way to the throne room, she knew the customs, she knew the routine and now she would wait.

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[SC-A1]

After hours of coordinating and checking, the CSS Dulva was cleared to land. Heading the ship into Naboo air, the ship rumbled and heated up as entry was made. With consoles beeping and screaming as the ship heated up, cooled down and gravity took effect, Ar-G002 simply followed proper procedure. Once past the entry stage the ship started making way to the landing zone which was mere 5KM away from Theed, the unit then open a comm link to a general broadcast. "This is Major AR-G002 of the Confederacy of Independent Systems flying the CSS Dulva, I am the commanding droid of the platoon sent here to set up the processing center for all refugees into the population of Naboo, I request clarification and instructions as to where we may set up the processing center. This unit will land at the coordinates marked Delta-7 mark 3.22 and proceed with general landing zone procedures." The droid then put the message to repeat until a response was given, his focus returning to flying at regulated speeds towards the LZ. The droids metallic fingers starting up the platoon activation to get the rest of the droids in the ships haul prepared for landing and securing the site as per protocol.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective 3: Shake it Off
Location: Rellias

Ah, Rellias, his old stomping ground on Naboo. Where Gungans still, apparently, charged exorbitant differential title taxes to non-Gungans, in an attempt to deter non-Gungan speculators to profiteer off refugees' backs, as is the case in many of the Gungan surface cities, except Spinnaker, which was traditionally considered to be the border of Gungan-land. As a Gungan he had to purchase the land in an industrial park in his personal name to save Pizza Hutt the fees associated with those. Also, the Gungan Rep Council voted a resolution that gave tax credits to Gungans wishing to build additional facilities that would either house refugees or directly support the refugee population. Sure, some Gungans may have borrowed through the roof to take advantage of the opportunity it represented to them, just that the Confederates following through and stabilize the system would likely allow the investment to succeed in the long run. As he unloaded the hydroponic farming equipment from the freighter, title in hand, Ugohr's construction teams began excavating the plot of land he just bought, and here was to hoping there would be enough duracrete to build the hydroponic farm to specifications.

 

[Chikako Liona]

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Objective: Meet with [member="Jamie Pyne"]​

Tags: [member="Amaya Cardei"] [member="Kurt Meyer"]​

Post: 1​

A single shuttle bearing the Tythish coat of arms decended through the calm and somewhat clouded sky of Naboo, the lush green fields and forest being quite the unique sight in a galaxy full of urban and industrial buildings. "How long has it been since I awoke here? 2 years, 3? time is such a muddle to get ones head around", the Vicroy mused as her private shuttle came closer to the palace. To Chikako this place was the planet where her family ship had crashed, being swallowed up by the vast forest that surrounded the capital, the resulting attack that had lead to her amnesia. It had been the beginning of her journey into the unknown galaxy, a path that would take the young Echani up into powerful position in one of the major galactic powers.

Still that was not her reasoning for being here today, the CIS reasons where to help with the refugee crisis that had enveloped the core worlds and offer support for Naboo and it's people, though in addition Chikako had a proposed solution for the resettlement of those fleeing the Sith attack. Her world, Tythe was still largely unpopulated, the mining companies from centuries ago turning the place into a desolate waste, something that she was going to change, but for that to happen the young Princess was in need of people, to live, work and help restore the world back to it's Naboo like condition.

In time the Quill Class shuttle came into the palaces landing pad, the iconic hiss of steam ejected from the ramp as the short Echani walked out, escorted by 4 members of the Tytheish Royal Fusiliers, a cheery smile on her face along with a poise regal position. "Ahh the smell of fresh air, nothing quite like it, now where to go from here"? herself expecting the Naboo security garuds to come greet them and escort the part to the meeting room with the queen.

 

[Adelram Thul]

Location: Naboo
Objective: BYOO - Sector 731 - Classified Above Top Secret
Post: 1

"I did not realize your estate was so... magnificent Lord Tapalo." Azrik said walking beside the nobleman as they toured the gardens of the palatial estate. "You know the romanticized history of this planet is fascinating, the mercenary armies, the princes, the honor duels." In the wake of Naboo's entry into the CIS, Azrik had gone on a tour to meet several prominent members of the planet. Shaking hands, attending parties, waving to cameras and giving the common man their assurances of safety under the CIS banner.

Lord Tapalo nodded "I heard about your home world Ession and its recent destruction at the hands of the Sith Empire, you have my apologies."
"My father's adopted home world. The family money was invested in neutral Core-World banks that have managed unaffected by recent government instability." Azrik said assuring he was fine. "However the fall of Ession to the Sith Empire was a true tragedy."

Azrik to look out over the palatial estate's lands, not speaking for several moments. "I was going to ask of you a favor." He said to the Tapalo Noble. "I want the cooperation of your house for a small project near the arctic regions of this planet."

Lord Tapalo shifted and looked out in the same direction as Azrik. "What will you be seeking in the arctic regions of this planet may I ask?"

Azrik exhaled then turned to look at the Lord Tapalo. "Ice." He stated simply. "I want a few samples of over 800 year old ice. The contents of the ice will remain a classified secret of the CIS science division. But I am willing to pay. I want the cover to be a science expedition for the study of arctic marine life and the study of the local ecosystem. It will appear as a civilian operation."

Lord Tapalo thought for a few brief moments before answering. "Very well. I want to here what you have to offer."

 

[Srina Talon]

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Location: Naboo - Theed - Royal Palace [Outside Throne Room | [member="Jamie Pyne"]]​

Standing Beside: [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Antoine Rhys"] ​

Wearing: X​

Objective: 1 - Negotiation ​

Post: 1​

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Silver-blue eyes, touched with exhaustion, viewed the capital city of Theed for the first time. Truthfully, she viewed Naboo for the first time. It was similar to Castagne with a blue sky and a soft breeze. It appeared to be as equally beautiful as it was serene, at least, on the surface. She had read about monsters that lived in the deep watery core, creatures so fearsome, that only real option, when faced with one, was to try and flee. Try. In some ways, Srina Talon was more comfortable with the notion of fiends that lived in the dark over smiling political assemblies. She knew how to deal with monstrous beasts.

She did not know what to say to the Queen of Naboo in her own court.

This was not Relovian. [member="Darth Metus"] had done most of the talking when it came to securing the reign of [member="Vyra Silara"] while Srina had observed, as any good Apprentice should, in relative silence. Things had changed since then. She was not simply a student and could no longer sit idly by. The Vicelord had officially named her his Exarch after the last meeting of the Viceroyalty which meant that she had become his voice. His thoughts, his consideration, his long arm of the law as needed. She wasn’t sure if she agreed with the appointment, yet, as her Master willed it, the young Echani would see it done.

Her clothing was less meticulously chosen than it normally might have been, for diplomatic ventures, and given the state of the galaxy, it would be easy to see why. Gracing her form was a combination of clothing and armor. Enough cloth to seem non-threatening, however, enough metal to ensure protection. It fit her fighting style and her personality. Quiet and severe. The slender woman for perhaps the first time in her life found herself praying for the prospect of peace, however, the Exarch was just as equally ready for war. There was no choice in the matter.

She would not be caught unaware, not again, and the refuges of the Alliance had suffered enough.

The trip to the Royal Palace was a rather silent affair. From the spaceport in which they landed, her small entourage, just like many of the other Viceroyalty, found themselves escorted most efficiently to where they needed to be via landspeeder. She felt like an outsider, watching the classical beauty of Theed fly by, but not truly seeing it. Her thoughts were focused on the meeting ahead. To her right sat [member="Aryn Teth"], the former Supreme Commander of the Alliance, and to her left stood [member="Antoine Rhys"]. He was a relatively new but Srina found him palatable, compared to some, and therefore didn’t object to his accompaniment. He was egotistical, certainly, but he excelled in areas in which she lacked. He knew how to talk to people.

If nothing else he might be able to bring some levity to an otherwise dour situation.

Srina reached for Aryn as she often did, silently communicating a thousand words, as her fingers brushed his. It was a subtle motion that could have been mistaken for an accident. He would know that it wasn’t. The young woman did not know proper decorum and instead observed those around her and merely followed the directives that the guards gave. “Do not forget why it is that we are here.”, the white-haired woman breathed to either man, her wintry tones soft, and bland. She seemed to be made of marble. Or perhaps, fashioned from metal and wires like a droid.

To most, Srina Talon seemed to feel nothing. She was a shadow, a painting without color, and refused to submit to sentiment when logic should hold precedence. They would never know how very much so it was the opposite.

The palace guards seemed to speak among themselves for a moment before leading them along. During the exchange, Srina noted the presence of [member="Chikako Liona"]. She could feel her dimly in the back of her mind, a little flicker of light, but she did not yet see her yet. No doubt she would come with intentions adding Tythe to the rotation for refugee relocation. It made sense if a case could be made to the people to encourage them to try. It would be a hard life, either way, rebuilding from nothing, but most had already lost everything. It was just one more option. One of many, which Srina kept in mind, having discussed their position fully with the Vicelord.

The group halted just outside of what she could only assume to be a meeting hall or a throne room. The guards bid that they have patience, and Srina inclined her head, silent as a grave. While they awaited their turn to see the Queen of Naboo the snow-kissed woman found herself wishing that her Master was present. He always seemed to hold a certain aura, managing to charm even the Grand Master of the Silver Jedi, simply by being honest. Srina, for all of her training and restraint, was not half the leader the Darth Metus was. She only hoped to be enough.

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[Scherezade deWinter]

Objective: 1 - Negotiation
Wearing: This
Tags: [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Jamie Pyne"]
Post: 2

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Well this was... Interesting. Antoine suppressed a little smile as he stood to the Echani's left, his other hand occasionally brushing against the ring he wore on his right hand. It had been a year since he had discovered certain things about his family, things that ever so slightly deviated him from his usually hedonistic life style. For instance, he was not on his yacht at the moment, working a sweat between a Twi'lek and a Zeltron of all sexes, even though he was quite certain they were waiting for him to come back after all this business on Naboo was over and done with. For a moment, he contemplated asking Srina Talon and Aryn Teth if they wished to join the celebrations once they were done as well, but while Antoine was a very willing man, he was not a stupid one.

The curvy pale haired woman did not need to worry. Antoine knew how to focus on the task at hand. They were here to speak to the Queen of Naboo (who would probably not opt to join the festivities later either), negotiate a deal on behalf of the CIS. Antoine had grown up in the privilege of having a father who ran a multi-corp business. It had taught him how words were to be used and which pockets to filled with credits. Of course, it had not taught him not to throw his father's wife and their children out into the streets, but oh well, father dearest couldn't have it all.

The scenery and the palace around them were beautiful. But of course, Antoine had expected nothing less. He also had a vague memory of being there before, but it might have been just a similar place for a party that involved more spice than he cared to admit he'd used, and many beautiful bodies. He'd been a wild young man during his college years, much before he had taken the decision to take a more serious turn. After all, he was not among the Confederacy because it was a lucrative job. He was a man with a goal. For the present, that goal was to win the people in power over. It was a long term game of chess, and he had every intention of winning.

"Do not worry, Exarch Talon" he said to the other two with a reassuring smile, "when we leave the throne room, we shall all be smiling."

 

[Gianna Aegis]

Location: Naboo | Outside of Theed (Relief Center/Refugee Settlements)
Objective: Mixing 2 (Helping Settlers) and 3 (BYOO)
Tag: [member="Cassius Droma"]

The temporary settlements that had been raised just outside of Theed would have taken a lot longer to raise were it not for the small groups of weaponless B1 Battle Droids that seemed determined to help out. There was also an influx of protocol and medical attendant droids, which caused her brow to raise, but no one would dare refuse a pair of extra hands. The generally cheerful Jedi smiled as she passed out blankets, extra clothing, and tried to keep the bungling droids from tripping all over themselves. It was almost comical watching a single Obsidian Knight of the CIS try to keep them on task and more than once she had to swallow a smile.

It would have been incredibly rude to laugh at someone who was obviously becoming frazzled with the constant “Roger Roger” that ran through the air like a mechanical chorus. The flame-haired Jedi Knight had risen with the sun, anticipating a busy day, and had thrown herself into aiding the refugee camps. Most of her early morning routine had been preoccupied with using the Force to heal those that were in need, but despite her near boundless and infectious energy, even she had limits.

At the very least the B1’s managed to provide the people with a little amusement. Anything that lightened the mood was a gift, especially, when three-quarters of the refugees were still terrified. It was nigh impossible not to listen to them chattering to each other, giving off snarky remarks, and generally bickering. So many people were so very sad. Gianna could feel it like a thick fog rolling through the relief stations. Others, were nervous. Naboo had already been taking in survivors from all over Alliance territory, but now, the flood of warm bodies from Coruscant seemed to have stretched their means a little too thin.

Gianna was surprised, but heartened, to see so much support come from the neighbors to their right. There had been some sort of shift with the actions of the Sith Empire. A change. Not only in the fact that the Core was in shambles, but in the Force, in everything. The galaxy had been altered in a fashion that was entirely irrevocable. Life was already full enough of hurts and unlucky occurrences without war and deliberate violence to multiply them. Still, the freckled female had decided long ago, not to focus solely on the encroaching dark.

It was not her place to master all of the problems in the world. She was one person, in a sea of many, and there were many more that required succor right before her eyes. Gianna could not move mountains, she could not undo the carnage that had taken place, but she could bring comfort to these people in the here and now. She held fast to the present, mindful of the future, but refused to let it rule her. She refused to allow fear of the unknown to consume her.

Long red locks were piled up high on her head as she worked with loose curls falling messily around her face. She wore a pair of well-fitting tan robes with the sleeves pulled up, secured by tied pieces of fabric, and her healthily tanned skin held a warm glow. She had a smile for everyone. An understanding shoulder to cry on, a kind word, and didn’t hesitate to act when needed. Gianna was a whirlwind of warmth and general optimism, content to help and work, until [member="Cassius Droma"] came to find her.

He’d agreed to help her with a few tasks that afternoon, one of which, revolved on getting his opinion on a piece of property she had hedged on purchasing. Gianna tended to live simply. Quietly. Mostly, she lived out of her ship. The attack on the Alliance seemed to have an opposite effect on her. Many people were fleeing the general area out of fear that they could be next. The Jedi Knight seemed to want some sort of permanence, to put down roots, and prove that they would not be moved.

Using the credits that she had all but ignored, for many years, from an inheritance in this way felt less materialistic. She had still had a few moral quandaries about the notion of owning land, and really, more than she needed—but it felt extremely important. Making a place, a home, on Naboo felt right.

If Padawan Droma was practicing his Force abilities as she had requested he would be able to use the general location she’d thoughtfully provided to track her down. Gia wanted him to sense her, even among all these souls, so that he could hone his gifts by practical application. The pixie-esque woman smiled to herself, nose crinkling cutely, and she curiously waited to see how long it would take the green-eyed man to find her.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective 3: Shake it Off
Location: Rellias

"Looky: indoor vertical farm" another Gungan asked around while they arrived around its construction site being excavated. "Whatsa indoor vertical farm?"

"Itsa for growen crops inside cities: wesa need to ensure dat wesa can use what wesa can for growen crops"

The dry duracrete was being unpacked, and also the durasteel rods associated with duracrete reinforcement. So that they could get the piles poured while the excavation was still underway; the vertical farm was to be one of the highest buildings in Rellias, one of the few that would extend above the tree canopy that covered much of the Gungan surface city. Meanwhile, the hover trucks began to fill with earth, as the soil was being excavated, with some of it being kept in reserve for later on, when the hydroponic farming equipment will be installed, to the tune of a few hundred cubic meters. It had to be tall enough so that the crops requiring the most sunlight would be on the vertical farm's upper floors, with the lower floors being for crops that didn't need as much sunlight. Just that vertical farming had its own set of constraints: there couldn't be any tree-based fruit crops grown inside it. However, the workers of the slaughterhouse next door, using accelerated cloning to produce meat, seemed to be completely oblivious to the vertical farm being built.

 

[SC-A1]

With the landing zone and processing center, slowly being set up, the blue pilot had made a simply built headquarters for all CIS droids and minor servicemen, as far as this unit could tell based on communication traffic, save for higher ups he was the highest ranked military unit on the ground thus it had to request access for for proper command over most of the B1 droids. While protocol called for an armed escort of all viceroys and higher ups, the lack of any weapons had the unit slightly concerned on having scared and frightened refugees so close to CIS politicians. The best he could do how ever, was get any and all political staff sped away to Theed as soon as they landed all the while giving orders to droids and goging over supply doctrine which was always changing and waas never correct.

"Sir the grain ship has landed with only 20% of what its doctrine has said it contained." A Red striped droid said,with a very low pitched voiced, filling in as AR-G002's XO.

"Roger, mark it down and file the report, this one will send a request to fleet as to procure a better supply line. Has the fresh water and medical ship arrived yet?"

​"Negative Major, we are running low on all supplies and current orders state to do with what we can."

Sighing AR-G001 unusally started banging its plasteel head on its make shift desk sending a loud series of CLANKS for all to hear. "Command had better figure out supplies soon, this one does not wish to see these organics already scared, to go hungry, past experience makes that a very bad idea. Anyway Sargent go see what cutbacks we can make, rations may need to become tighter, also go see if any of the Naboo security can help with anything."

"Roger Roger" The XO said before running off.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Objective 1 -- Theed Palace
[member="Kurt Meyer"] | [member="Antoine Rhys"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Chikako Liona"] | [member="Amaya Cardei"] | [member="Deacon Olraen"]

Golden curls danced as the blonde turned her head towards Kurt, now leaning over the balcony alongside her. Over the city, and occasionally covering small areas with a prominent shadow flew Titan. Ever since Vrak had arrived once again, the Titavian seemed keen on keeping an eye on both the city and his bonded friend. She offered a silent nod and a gentle kiss on the man's cheek. Despite wanting him at her side, Jamie knew that a court audience was not the place for him. He held no title on Naboo, carried no voice among the nobility, and was no member of government nor security. It would be both improper and illogical for him to remain present during discussions involving quite literally the future of Naboo. "We'll speak later, after the meeting. I believe Mariya is about, likely down in the hangar, if you'd like to find her. You two can beat chests over who is a better pilot, I know she likes that stuff. Besides, you two haven't bonded much. It might be good for you." A bright smile accompanied her words, knowing full well that Mariya was quite a handful at times, especially if the discussion turned to starships. "Otherwise try and stay out of trouble while I'm gone."

Kurt had a knack for finding trouble, so reminding him seemed to be a tall order.

Turning away she passed back through the large archway that separated the room from the balcony, headed towards the throne room where her guests would soon be escorted. The corridors of the palace echoed the woman's footsteps as she walked, accompanied by three RSF officers and two members of the RJK, Jartin and Aeshly. Her own dress was ornate and traditional, a shimmering silver silk embroidered with the coat of arms of House Pyne, as well as Naboo's Royal Crest on either side. Her face appeared pale, lower lip bearing the Scar of Remembrance, and the colored twin cheek spots for balance and symmetry. At her left side was Rominaria, though this was a common sight. It was no closely guarded secret to be kept that the Queen was also trained as a Jedi.

Upon arrival the RSF officers moved towards the grand entrance where the doors separated the outer atrium from the throne room. Jamie took her designated seat, though notably the throne itself was not elevated above the room, but situated in a way that suggested the monarchy was no higher in position than the citizens it served. To her left and right stood Aeshly and Jartin. While it was expected to be peaceful discourse, one could never be absolutely certain. Precautions were always taken, regardless of the received guests. The court itself was empty on this day, save for Jamie's fellow ministers that sat at a head table to the left, her only council of the day, the members of which individually providing a crucial role for the monarchy.

"Permit the Confederacy dignitaries entry at their convenience."

With a nod from the guards the ancient doors were parted, allowing entry to the throne room where upon Jamie waited.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Naboo Palace - Balcony
[member="Jamie Pyne"]

"Well that's not much of an argument." Kurt said Jamie turned and began to walk off the balcony. "I'm clearly the better pilot."

He smirked slightly and shifted so that he could watch her walk away. "And when exactly was the last time I got in trouble? I've been on my best behavior since moving here."

Jamie would likely smiled as she walked away, both of them knowing well enough that he'd nearly gotten himself arrested when he'd come to see her in the hospital. Still, since then he had done his best to keep himself on the down low. It was easier said than done on most days, but he thought he'd managed it well enough. Most of the guards at the palace knew him by name now, though they had all formed a rather friendly bond with him. It helped that he wasn't a noble, but just another guy.

That relationship allowed him to move around the Palace with impunity, or close to it anyway. There were certain places he stayed away from automatically, but that was mostly because Jamie had asked him to. Certain affairs of Naboo's government just weren't any of his business. This meeting was one of those things.

Kurt didn't mind it, it all went above his head anyway.

As he watched Jamie leave he considered for a second, wondering if he should stick around in case something happened or if he should do as Jamie had suggested. After a few seconds he shrugged and pushed himself off from the balcony. The Hangar bay was close enough in case of emergency, and Jamie was protected by her security forces anyway. It would be a better idea to see Mariya, maybe give her a few pointers on being a better pilot.

She'd hate that, and it would make him laugh.

 

[Ursula Vizla]

It’s not that she hated doing altruistic actions for others. With no reward waiting for her, at the end of the job. But she simply had no patience for whining and licking each other’s wounds, no, for her it was all about oneself, when she was sad, hurt, injured, she did whatever she could to get better, but did it all alone. ‘Walk tall, girl, and do it proudly’ said her father when Ursula was a child, something that she never forgot. Sure, she could be mean, arrogant, cocky, impatient as hell, and cruel, but you do what you gotta do to survive in that galaxy.

When arriving in her freighter in Naboo, Ursula was not alone, her arrival was escorted by ten members of the Terrornauts, they brought boxes and cases of meals for the refugees, distributing them as they appeared in front of them. While standing up some corner, Vizla was eating a protein bar, with her helmet right under her arm, holding the black thing, a child approached, looking starved and a bit dirty.

Frowning her bushy eyebrows, the mandalorian tossed the bar in the child’s hands, whistling for her boys that were handing food. Sure, she was getting paid for being there, but she was bored, and a bored mandalorian was a crawling chaos for those around her. While approaching one of her man, Ursula kicked the man right in the ass, shouting at him in mando’a.

“Move your ass and go get the cages. Find those damn blarth’s nests and cage them. Be gentle to them, they are valuable. And don’t let the nubian authorities see that you’re taking the animals. I don’t expect us to find any problems with them, but don’t call too much attention on yourselves.”, she knew they were busy with the refugees, but even so, she had no idea is what she was doing was ‘legal’, a word that was hard to translate to her native language, “And don’t forget the fambaas. Two couples.” She also send her droid to see a guarlara breeder, so she could know how much two of those would cost her. Ursula herself could walk in that damn quiet place without a single worry in the world, strange for her was that she liked that feeling.