Second Contact [The Kathol Outback Dominion of Resu Hex - Witchmasters Invited]

[Jorus Merrill]

OBJECTIVES​

Aaris III

• A jungle world inhabited by the reptilian descendants of an advanced civilization. Note that the Plaque of Victory is believed to be destroyed.
• Prior to the Dark Age, a colony of Dathomiri Witches settled on Aaris III. A friendly but largely pre-technological Witch/Aaris society now flourishes here.
• In the years since the collapse of the Moross Crusade, slavers have plagued Aaris III. The locals have reached out to the Underground and the Witchmasters of Dathomir for assistance.

Arcadia-N-30

• Not many years ago, Arcadia was a bustling trade hub of cities and grassland. The Horde occupation, however, compounded the impact of the Netherworld Crisis. Now Arcadia is bouncing back. They're hosting a trade show: bring your corporations and make your deals. (5+ posts will count as a Major Faction contract with TKO.)

Resu

• The Realm of the Resu -- a hundred and twenty moons of a massive gas giant -- is largely an unknown, as are the aquatic Resu themselves. A Resu in a power suit once served on Jorus Merrill's crew. Now the Resu have reached out to establish relations with the Underground based on that old connection.
• This is virtually a first contact situation. Everything about the Resu is alien.
• Kathol Technical Academy's students have been invited to play a role in understanding the Resu language and technology, including the unique Resu ships.

Q-27

• Q-27 is a hidden pre-technological world. Its existence and location are known only to a small handful of people. At this point, TKO is not aware of Q-27. Some members of the Underground's general staff know of the planet, but it remains a closely guarded secret for various reasons. Q-27 may play a role in the later stages of this Dominion.

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Spoiler

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[Saffron]

Arcadia-N-30
Not many years ago, Arcadia was a bustling trade hub of cities and grassland. The Horde occupation, however, compounded the impact of the Netherworld Crisis. Now Arcadia is bouncing back. They're hosting a trade show: bring your corporations and make your deals. (5+ posts will count as a Major Faction contract with TKO.)

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T R A D E * S H O W
Arceneau Trade Outpost - Construction in Progress

Hosting Trade shows was one thing that Arceneau Trade did well. Being a part of one was even easier. With the Kathol Outback becoming more widespread, it behooved the conglomerate to set up shop on the trade world. Not only will thru participate in the trade show, but seek to make a more permanent outpost for Browncoat Arms, Haven Shipyards, Pharmatech, and Aurodium Bank.

Urg Tuk, the Toydarian shopkeeper spearheading this hovered in the air, gesturing to employees and several droid's where to organize for their booth. In a few minutes or so, they'll be displaying their wares soon enough.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Arcadia-N-30
Post: 1/38
Allies: [member="Saffron"]
Enemies: Unknown
Objective: Trade show

Back on Pergitor, Kolda could never quite finalize the deal for the Egroeg with the Kathol Outback. General Beyyr may have had other duties to tend to, notwithstanding its use of the Shyriwook translator; Charzon would have to be called in his stead. She had to work from her ship office for that long while Marcia and Jessica were in charge of finalizing the design of the Ultima-class ship. But Charzon was one to delegate duties while away from her Ringo Vinda office. Utilizing the AT-AT barge Kolda previously used back on Pergitor, she set course for Arcadia-N-30; upon landing on Arcadia-N-30, she readied the datapad containing the catalog of items Ringovinda StarYards and Ringovinda Systems both sold, thinking that the locals may still desire stuff like an automated kitchenette, knowing that the heavy starship weapons would probably be out of their price range or not have the proper mounts for those. If one thought the Bulkhunter or the Lusankya required cruisers and larger to actually be able to mount them... these weren't the ordinary heavy turbolasers.

"Let's finish this unfinished business!"

"What business are you talking about?" the receptionist of the trade show hosts would be talking about.

"There was that Egroeg drydock deal that we couldn't quite complete on Pergitor"

"Much to my chagrin, I would have to as for your name and your professional affiliation"

"Charzon Loulan, Ringovinda StarYards"

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Arcadia-N-30
Post: 2/38
Allies: [member="Saffron"], [member="Charzon Loulan"]
Enemies: Unknown
Objective: Trade show

Because the Edge of the Galaxy project was placed on hold indefinitely, Dunames never thought that there was a good occasion to put it back to active status. But now that the trade show on Arcadia-N-30 was being held, now Dunames had a chance to accomplish unfinished business, like Charzon came there for. Charzon said that there was a big project coming up back on Ringo Vinda, and that's why Jessica and Marcia, whom were likeable from Star Tours' standpoint, and especially Jessica, who became very, very quickly the public face of Ringovinda StarYards and described in the local tabloids in a number of ways, ranging from a Mandalorian beauty queen to "a brain with a lady", as if intellect added to her charisma. Dunames prepared a datapad with all the different destinations being showcased as part of the Edge of the Galaxy tour. But, as with Charzon, Dunames would be approached by the receptionist of the trade show as for her business purpose:

"You said that, like the last one who came here, you had some... unfinished business? Please state your name and your professional affiliation before you go on about your unfinished business"

"Dunames Lopez, Star Tours"

"What is the nature of your unfinished business?"

"The Edge of the Galaxy tour"

"Arcadia-N-30 is at the edge of the galaxy all right, I believe the local businesses will have interest in the business you bring here"

 

[Aerin Kath]

Aaris III - LZ of The Chickadee
Post:1
Allies: TKO, Natives, Witchmasters
Objective: Free the people!

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Oddly, Aerin wasn't in his normal mood of keeping busy with his repairs on speeder bikes and his droids, the newest of which was actually Training Aerin in avoiding blows from larger opponents, he was in a serious one. His trip to Corellia to help out the league had fostered a rather strange thought into the young man, with the rest of these big fights most people who see action are up in the thick of it... I need to be able to dodge and fight up close.... and so Aerin had made a deal on auction for this used TA-5 droid in the hopes that it could train him, sadly the droid had very little concept of keeping a 'meatbag' alive so Aerin had to do his best to reprogram it to have a tiny bit less of an aggressive personality. Sadly Aerin failed to make this new personality take into account for most other forms of life and was cleaving his powerful arms into small trees that Aerin dodged behind or in front of.

"Alright Taf, you win. could you stop blasting the trees in half with your punches?" Aerin held up his hands at the droid, who promptly barked at Aerin in his near Drill sergeant-like voice "I win when I say, now keep dodging meatbag!" Aerin does so until he hears Dumpster and Matey come out and the former beep "Boss, we got signals from TKO, we need to get to some coordinates on planet ASAP" Taf then stops and looks down at the little pit droid "Why is it always when I'm just getting started training this weakling that you come and save him, huh Scrapheap!?" the aggressive droid then walks onto the ship to await Aerin to get the ship started...

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Heading towards Aaris III
Allies: TKO, witchy friends, [member="Aerin The Lost"], [member="Jette Haltzum"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]
Objective: Liberation!
Post: 1

Despite the fact that she cast away the title of Jedi, Joza had more than a few Jedi-like tendencies. She refused to kill innocents, typically fought defensively and occasionally turned towards her teachings as a Padawan in order to steady herself. She’d heard many bad things spoken about the Jedi, but at the very least they knew how to center themselves. Hence her being locked away in her room for the past few hours, meditating as they approached Aaris III.

Her pilot—Ivan—didn’t care what she was doing, so long as the pink woman wasn’t interfering with his job. She could be dead in a ditch for all he knew, and he likely wouldn’t lift a finger to retrieve her body. Such loving concern.

Meditation, though, man. It really seemed to help her deal with her issues. Sort of. After receiving a report through the TKO channels about slavers running Aaris III dry, Joza immediately determined that she had to be there, and help in any way that she could. She’d busted into hideouts and smuggled slaves off world before, so at least she wasn’t going into this blind. Such is the life of a vindictive ex-slave.

Joza’s brow furrowed. Alright, enough meditation. She’d given Ivan a few hours of quiet time, and she wanted to rejoin the world of the living. Rising smoothly, the Zeltron allowed herself a deep inhale, the cause invigorating her. Making her way towards the bridge, Joza paused as she saw the back of Ivan’s head. Silence fell between them for a few moments before she called out to him.

“I’m bored.”

Without missing a beat, Ivan replied with no small amount of discontent.

“Then go find something quiet and unobtrusive to do.” Eyes flickering over towards a screen, he hummed shortly, deep voice vibrating in his throat. “We’ll be there soon. You should be ready.”

Joza tisked and rolled her eyes. Really, did the man have to be doom and gloom all the time? Space travel was boring, and she often devolved into more harmless, childlike behavior during this time. A side effect of the mental scarring and being forced into somber moods more than she would have liked. “Alright.” Turning on her heel, Joza decided that she wouldn’t let Ivan quash her good mood. She was energetic, prepared to work with the locals on Aaris III and hopefully liberate some poor souls caught in the web of such a disgusting practice.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

Location: some crazy dense jungle floor
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Jette Haltzum"], [member="Aerin The Lost"]
Objective: not think about the past and help comrades liberate.


After landing on Aris III a few hours ago, he took it upon him self to scout ahead, some stealth incursions here and there. Other than giving him a better understanding of his surroundings, it kept his mind of his most recent loss, the death still haunted his dreams. Time and Fate were definitely not on his side, even Death refused to grant him relief. No quick, painless.death for him...he'd be forced to suffer a while longer.

Hacking at a Bush in front of him, he wiped his brow. It was pretty humid down there, and in an attempt to cool him self down, he had removed his shirt, which did little more than allow the sharp leaves to cut him. After only ten minutes, his arms and chest were covered in paper-like cuts. Finally, a clearing, and even better; a small waterfall. Sliding his vibro sword back into its sheath, he knelt down beside the pool of water, his reflection grimacing back up at him. His eyes burned, making it look like there were two pearls under the surface. He wondered how Joza would react to his eyes, or his newly deepened voice, which the answer to still evaded him. Both had received rather repulsive remarks, most telling to go back to the hole in hell from which he came from.

Now was not the time to wallow in self pity, so he rose, making his way back to his ship where his companions would hopefully see his ship and land. What was this anyways? A rescue mission or something? The last time he granted a slave freedom was with the young girl [member="Kimiko"], the one who saved BB's life. That was fun, maybe this would be the same. Now just to make it back to the ship. Only a few miles of hot, dangerous jungle left. He'd seen worse.

 

[The Great Narrator]

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Arcadia-N-30 - T R A D E * S H O W
Location: Arceneau Trade Outpost - Make friends, and do business
CONTACTS: [member="Saffron"] | [member="Charzon Loulan"]

Cla'mari felt "The Rasa" come out of hyperspace well before her obedient protocol droid came to fetch her. It had been a long trip from Kal'Shebbal, weeks due to their recycled hyperdrive and its' substandard speed. Still, the clan princess had made sure the newly designed ship was well stocked and furnished as she planned to use it as a demo model to push Gallofree' first line of transports. Still for them to grow she needed to secure a reliable trading partner to begin acquiring a better grade of components with. Just like on PERGITOR she wanted to build on the contact there and grow their business. Two trade partners over the others had caught here eye. Saffron who among other companies represented Haven Shipyards and Charzon Loulan, who she had unfinished business with and was to meet in person to complete their contract for a proper drydock.

Cla'mari had also brought a gift of sorts for Saffron to aid in her construction of Arceneau Trade Outpost that was still in progress. The rich mineral wealth of Demonsgate was now a resource she had at her disposal and loaded below her, in the ship's massive hollow hold, were semi-precious metals and other shipping containers containing hard to come by materials she knew would be of interest to the construction process. While she had no plans of offering this as a "free be", Cla'mari planned to offer it at a deep discount and hoped with this gift along with the other plans she was ready to pose would result in a lucrative business arrangement for them both.

Dressed in her usual ivory white finery and modest jewelry she impatiently waited as the Rasa entered atmosphere before lumbering into a yet unfinished berth. With documents and schematics in hand, she proceeded from the freighter on a mission to complete negotiations and set up Gallofree for the coming years.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Arcadia-N-30
Post: 3/38
Allies: [member="Saffron"], [member="Dunames Lopez"], [member="Cla'Mari Rha"]
Enemies: Unknown
Objective: Trade show

Charzon immediately spotted the Twi'lek princess when she saw her as she was setting up her booth. She was busy with other Kathol Outback representatives, asking for more details, such as financing, equipment and all the other stuff Kolda couldn't get to deal with back on Pergitor because he had an emergency to deal with. The financing guy wasn't the best salesman about the more technical aspects of the business of selling starships and slipways. But he certainly knew more about the regulations of financing than anyone else in the system. Without Marcia or Jessica the financing guy looked a little lost. Charzon, on the other hand, knew more about the technical aspects of slipways. Gallofree Yards' tentative deal meant 1M in down payment and hence 6M in financing, with monthly payments. However, General Beyyr seemed more interested in the hyperdrive ability. Gallofree was a little bit of an oddball regarding this, though.

"You have questions before we get to draft a contract?"

"Ms. Loulan, financing plans?" a Kathol Outback representative asked.

"What about droids?" another one asked.

"Equipment?"

After taking notes on the questions asked by [member="General Beyyr"]'s subordinates, Charzon then turned to Cla'Mari. "That's two unfinished businesses for the cost of one, Your Highness. Both unfinished businesses led me here for the same things, namely Egroegs. I seem to recall that you had a five-year financing plan with monthly bills, 1 million down payment, no hyperdrive, correct? We're almost ready to finalize purchasing procedures, Cla'Mari, so we can finalize your unfinished business before that of the Outback"

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Arcadia-N-30, Aries.
Objective: Explore and partake in trade with the locals.
Known Associates: TKO, Black Rose (formerly).

The Baccara swooped down close over the green lands of Arcadia, parting the clouds as it took to dangerous velocities, the pilot at the controls of the light yet decently modified craft, controlling the ship completely free of a co-pilot and taking liberties in his handling of the stick whilst outside of any of the major settlements scanning range. This world, like so many others was one entirely unknown to Zarack; he'd never been one to really marvel at the beauty of life in all it's creation but much more the man to live in the moment, to take what he needed and otherwise bluff his way through when the authorities got involved. His background was a mix of stories. The cliche street rat abused and neglected to grow up a criminal. The ten second apprentice, introduced to the ways of the Force by a lady of the Sith only to walk away destined to advance himself in his isolation. Then of course there had been the Outcasts of Arkaos of whom had been an even shorter thing, silly of him to believe that anyone having lived only to serve themselves would bother to look out for others and yes, looking out for himself was something that he too had been very guilty of...-thus in all his experiences, the life of an outlaw had found and suited him where friends had been void and trust was a fickle and temporary thing.

The YT-Series Freighter kept low over the green-lands as it neared the borders of Aries, one of the larger main settlements of Arcadia-N-30 according to his ships navigational computer. Zarack had thus far managed to stay off the radar upon entry to the world yet given his need to refuel and restock, entrance into the city wouldn't be a wise thing if approaching unannounced. Guiding the Freighter to climb higher so to appear on the local traffic control's long range scanners, he opened the channel to adhere to their call. "This is the Baccara, reading you loud and clear..." He answered in as best a formal tone as he could manage, never one for stature though first impressions were everything in a city whose main purpose was trade, "Requesting to land and refuel. Here on personal business. Sending identification tags through to you now...". After some pause, the flight control officer on the comm's relayed back their confirmation of his request and Zarack pushed forward on the throttle, the thrusters igniting at full burst to send the vessel towards the settlement eagerly requiring a service from anyone whose price was right.

Unlike Coruscant, docking came easily and without incident. The Freighter touched down within one of the industrialist hanger bays and surrounded now by the open structure, Zarack felt a little more at ease one more being on solid ground and out of anyones potential crosshairs. Moving to disembark the young man moved down the loading ramp with something of a confident look about himself, dressed in worn jeans and a light blue long sleeved shirt, arguably the most interesting thing on his attire were the leather straps that crossed his chest and back, holding one SPB-200 light blaster and two single bladed lightsabers. They weren't at all hidden, in fact it was a cautionary tactic to keep them exposed, a warning if you would, his way of saying "try me". Though hopefully today, no one would.

 

[Saffron]

Arcadia-N-30

T R A D E * S H O W
Arceneau Trade Outpost - Construction in Progress
[member="Cla'Mari Rha"]

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Saffron currently stood beside Urg Tuk, who was busy discussing in his fast trade speak to her about the manifest.

"Ni kav wokel hyperdrives dek. Guni goo wokel Plastiray de. Wokel Gakkoe sidi dhuonoe laskae denboe kircayi le ni ghey hal secvi subri ber wokel secondary shipment proo. Minni ghecon bloo dhayroe-- kei! " «We have the hyperdrives here. Along with the Plastiray there. The Kathol got half last time around and we are to follow up with the secondary shipment soon. I need more space -- hey! » he suddenly stopped, gesturing wildly to a Nikto who was carrying a heavy crate by himself. The Toydarian's wings began to beat in an impressive display.

" Vali! Jes vali! Sl ni breki lin haneki gioo!" Vali vl paled le imblicarigh le pracasi wokel gynercajoe! Sidi sikn carli!" «You! Yeah you! Do not carry it like that! You will trip and fall and break the merchandise! Get a loader! » his snout would waggle over his tusks, and he flew from Saffron's side straight over to gesture wildly with his hands.

Unable to help herself, the Companion gave a small chuckle. Things were a bit more relaxed here on the Outback, and while most had not seen a Companion before, word of who they were did. They carried a measure of respect in that aspect, and offered a sort of respectability.

At least, to those who didn't just think of her as a cafarel.

Were Miz Rha like, she'd be easy to approach then.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Location: Kathol Technical Academy
Post: 1/37
Objectives: Aid in the First Contact

To say that Neelig Waawat had been accepted into the best academy for his interests was an understatement. Kathol Technical Academy might not have had the greatest weight in the Core Worlds, and there were some that raised their noses as the idea of a University on a starship, but to Neelig Waawat there was simply no other. The students at Kathol Technical Academy had been asked to help with a situation that could very well be described as a First Contact. The Resu had of course been dealt with by the Moross Crusade in times past, but they were taken into a sort of heresy, as far as Neelig was concerned. Forced evolution through mechanical supplementation. Utterly absurd. The evolutionary imperative was biological, because nature prepared men for situations men couldn't foresee. Often through killing off those who could not see. The idea that nearly an entire species had been submitted to a variant of the techno-beast virus, it burnt at Neelig's bones.

While Neelig wasn't a First Contact or Starship design major he had managed to get his way onto the project as a sort of aide to the primary group of Starship Engineers. Analytical Xenobiology was necessary for assessing the true needs of the Resu when designing this ships, and also when finding a solution to their breeding and techno-beast problems. Try as the professors might they couldn't keep the collection of college students calm. This was history in the making. Neelig's history in the making. Father Beast would show him the way, to help these Resu ascend from their troubles. He was just sure of it.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

(1)

Arcadia N-30


Once upon a time, Arcadia was a flourishing trade hub, dotted with cities and grassland. The sort of place you'd love to do business on. Alas, then the Horde mucked things upand did a serious number on the planet. The Horde's brief existence had been characterised by terror, wanton slaughter and general mismanagement. A Je'daii enclave on Aurum, whose inhabitants had been butchered, could attest to that. Then things went downhill for the Horde after the Moross Crusade gave them a good clobbering at the Silken Asteroids.


Now it was gone. So was Moross, though there still believers who venerated the Aesir. A new conglomerate, the Kathol Outback had arisen to pick up the pieces after the bizarre Black Rose cult imploded, which finally brings us to the present. Trade and commerce were returning to Arcadia. The Firemane family wanted in. It would create new trade opportunities and help pull this world out of the ashes. Win-win? Totally.


Firemane and ARGH would secure a foothold on the planet. Lady Kerrigan was not here, but one of her minions, an efficient Eldorai called Caeda Genyra was busy bossing employees around to set up the booth at the Trade Show. Aside from participating in the show, an outpost would be created. All sorts of rumours were spreading about dastardly xenomorphs, so the big guns the corporation had to offer would help. ARGH replicator gear could also help recycle items, provide foodstuffs and so on.


Far away from the displays and booths of various capitalist conglomerates, Sergeant Freya Solveig was busy yelling at recruits and getting members of the Arcadian militia acquainted with the power of the boltgun and other toys. Explosions ensued at the firing range.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Arcadia-N-30
Post: 4/38
Allies: [member="Saffron"], [member="Charzon Loulan"], [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Cla'Mari Rha"]
Enemies: Unknown
Objective: Trade show

"Edge of the Galaxy tour? Tourism is just the tip of the iceberg as far as I heard about your business" the Kathol transportation representative told Dunames once he heard about the nature of the unfinished business.

"With Star Tours we can deliver hypermatter from several sources: Bothawui, Sump. Because we want to use the hypermatter tankers to also offer up a cruise alongside Kathol space, and then back to Eriadu, and from there Sump or Bothawui, we may use one of the Maersks for this"

"Maersk? Are you sure that you're not a representative of Maersk Star Freight?"

"I kid you not. Star Tours uses the same class of ships as they do, for the same usage as they make of it, though. The Maersk-class ship can carry up to 300,000 tons of hypermatter, but in the configuration that will be used in Kathol space, 150,000 tons of hypermatter and 2,650 passengers will board one"

Is there any reason why Maersk Star Freight didn't even try to open a route to such a part of the galaxy? Or they preferred to stay among the Core (deep or not), Colonies and Inner Rim? Maersk Star Freight rarely ventures beyond the Inner Rim, losing out on a major contract to assist in Coruscant's reconstruction. Because many suppliers of materials were located in the Mid and Outer Rims. JanFathal, Verkuyl and Ringo Vinda are Mid and Outer Rim worlds whose materials are being used in the reconstruction of Coruscant; these were the focus of Star Tours' efforts. If Star Tours needs to operate other freight flights to Kathol space, they could follow the route of Karideph-Kal'Shebbol (or Pergitor)-Arcadia-N-30, and fly back in that order, before reaching Elrood and Eriadu. But it seems baffling to them that one of the major shipping corporations of the galaxy (alongside Justice Shipping, Maersk Star Freight, Bluth Company and a few others) would even try to ship to Kathol space, because the Kathol Outback is a rather limited market at the edge of the galaxy.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Arcadia-N-30
Not many years ago, Arcadia was a bustling trade hub of cities and grassland. The Horde occupation, however, compounded the impact of the Netherworld Crisis. Now Arcadia is bouncing back. They're hosting a trade show: bring your corporations and make your deals. (5+ posts will count as a Major Faction contract with TKO.)
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Post : [1]
Objective : [Build Outpost]
NPC : Mr. Zej, Director of Salvage Operations

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Vessels approached Arcadia-N-30 bearing the half-naked mermaid logo of Salacia Consolidated, silently gliding through the black. Rumors circulated about the state of the planet since the Horde left it. Mr. Zej suspected it was left isolated, with many of the inhabitants clueless about the outside 'verse. It seemed the Kathol Outback was looking to change that. Businesses were slowly making their way in, trickling life back into the trade hub. With trade hub meant a point of commerce in the galaxy. Mr.Zej had brought his proposal to Judah, one about building another salvage processing center on the planet. To expand, they would need one in this area of the 'verse. Tabaqui was currently their best station in Silver Sanctum territory.


Mr.Zej hoped his new creation would have the same provenance in Salacia over time, much like the once backwater Tabaqui facility. Besides, it would give them a home advantage, no need to waste fuel pushing raw materials back out to the major spacelanes. They could collect, bring for processing, then ship out the refined materials on the spacelanes.


It would set out to give Salacia a foothold in the area. Judah had wanted to expand in the area, to give the Outback a boost of commerce. Land was plentiful, cheap and the government fairly cooperative. There wasn't much more a business could ask for.


Mr.Zej moved to the front, looking out the transparisteel. Chubby hands motioned to the green orb.


"Alright boys, lets start landing. Looks like some others are getting a head start. I do believe I recognize some of these vessels...looks like Arceneau Trade markings."

​

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Arcadia N-30

(2)


"Ms. Caeda Genyra, the replicator has been delivered and will be at the trading booth shortly. The bolters have already arrived," a Legionnaire droid informed the Eldorai official who was running things for Firemane here.


Caeda winced slightly, for the droid had the annoying habit of moving rather silently. Moreover, as tolerant and openminded as she was, thinking machines with metal minds made her a bit uncomfortable. Sure, she wasn't one of those Eldorai who thought droids were blasphemous constructs, but still.


"Good. The native officials have voiced interest in the replicators. They should be a good addition to the trading show. Planting big cannons everywhere will be no use if infrastructure does not get back on track." The ARGH gear could do useful things such as convert garbage into foodstuffs. There was plenty of that because the Horde had not interested in cleanliness.


"Where are we on outpost construction?"


"Work has begun, ma'am. Labour droids have been deployed. Sergeant Solveig and Ms. Elaris are providing instruction to the militia on how to use Firemane weapons," the droid informed her. The Firemane family would be setting up a small outpost on this planet. It should give them a foothold in Outback territory and have potential for growth. The corporation was looking to expand outside of Silver Coalition territory since Kerrigan was a good deal less enthusted about that conglomerate after Ruusan. Besides, more credits were always good.


The Eldorai frowned slightly. "Hopefully they do not accidentally blow up the entire base." Somehow, Kerrigan's crew attracted countless pyromaniacs, explosion enthusiasts and mayhem fetishists. The amount of destruction they caused almost rivalled an Illyric orgy.

 

[The Great Narrator]

Arcadia-N-30 - T R A D E * S H O W
Location: Arceneau Trade Outpost - Make friends, and do business
CONTACTS: [member="Saffron"] | [member="Charzon Loulan"]

"Why Ms. Loulan a pleasure as always, yes I did have a question about that little contract we were finishing up. It was never noted where we should make our payments to. If you could research that for me I would be ever so pleased. Till then I have one more meeting I simply must finish up first then we, can by all means, conclude our business here so we can commence delivery."

Cla'Mari used her "busyness" as an excuse to not rudely discount Charzon and her welcomed partnership. The simple fact of the matter is Cla'Mari didn't have the funds for the down payment, well not just yet anyhow. The sale of her husband's company was not yet complete and before she could do anything else she needed that capital. With a polite curtsey, Cla'Mari excused herself and walked over to the area that housed the wares of the Arceneau Trade company and their many subsidiaries.

Looking around she quickly located the stunning blond next to a rather excited companion. Choosing not to try and engage the lesser in conversation she walked up to Saffron with a purpose before saying.

"Lady Saffron, I am pleased to see you today. I have come to see if we can compete a matter of business and perhaps begin another?"

Without going into too much detail she pulled a signed and sealed envelope and held it up for Saffron to see.

"My husband Bryce Bantam send his regrets he couldn't deliver this in person but as sent me in his place. Within is the contract you requested he fill out, signed and notarized he is ready to sign over BCU to you. So with that said, I take it you have already set up our Aurodium Bank account for Gallofree Yards, Inc as he requested and have the 4.6 million credits that would be the sale price to fund it?"

 

[Asemir]

Location: Aaris III
Posts: 1/x
Objectives: Free the people!
Tags: [member="Aerin The Lost"] [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="Jorus Merrill"] (for reference)


He thought about it some more. Why was he here? Well, he knew why he was here, but not why. The call for help was why. But that wasn't why. There were thousands, millions of planets and systems with slaver problems. Perhaps all settled (and even unsettled) planets had that issue. And if he expanded the scope to general piracy, then certainly the entire galaxy (universe?) was plagued. And so it couldn't be that Aaris III held any significant meaning to him. It was one planet among millions. He hadn't even heard of its name prior to the call.

He glanced down at the struggling form.

No, he wasn't here because of Aaris, nor was he here because of the mission. He could guess at the why, feth he didn't even have to guess. It was the principle. The people of Aaris III needed help and the slavers were repulsive. It was his nature. He couldn't save the galaxy, but he could at least save some people. He had to try.

He leaned on his left foot, placing pressure down. The form struggled greatly.

He would try. It was all he could do. Addressing a slaver problem was easy. It required only some time, some skill and determination, and maybe some intel. No intel if brute force was acceptable. But that only addressed the symptom. It didn't do well to solve the problem. That would take significantly more resources and time and energy and dedication than he had. Not even the Witchmasters would lend him the resources it would take to completely eradicate the plague, not even to save some of its own people. It just wasn't possible.

The form started to add gurgling to its struggles. Its struggles became thrashes.

Yes, he would have to try. He could exterminate this one nest and maybe pass along some skills to the natives. Maybe they'd step up and solve the problem themselves. It would require tremendous effort and diligence, but they could do it. They were Witches after all. With some organization, training, luck, they could do it.

A quick thrust with his boot. Some wet, meaty crackles.

But that was for the long game. Right now, he had to make some inroads. Thin out the herd. Exterminate the vermin. Burn the nests, as it were. This would require minimal effort, he had decided long ago. It was he was trained for. Decades of preparation. And vengeance of course. It would require just a little bit of time, and since he wasn't interested in depopulating the civilization centers at the same time, it would require more finesse and intel than was strictly necessary.

The form no longer struggled. Or moved. Or twitched. Or breathed.

He glanced at the data pad. It listed some locations, some meeting points. Some of the messages were encrypted, but he could probably crack the code with the embedded hacking suites of his armor AI. It was intel, and the initial assessment revealed ways to apply finesse.

Asemir Lor'kora stepped over the now-cooling body of the slaver. He pocketed the data pad and glanced around the camp. Already, the cries of the jungle beasts could be heard, and he smiled grimly. The planet would take back this blight soon. The creatures would consume the corpses and the vegetation would creep back in to recycle the tents and supplies. Circle of life and all.

The Forgotten shrugged and slipped into the underbrush. It was a start, but only a start. There were thousands more like the corpses he had left behind. It would take time. Perhaps he would reach out for help from the others that had answered the call, but for now, he would work alone. It was quicker that way. More efficient. And more satisfying.

 

[Tarok Vassket]

[member="Aerin The Lost"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]

Tilzi’s escort paused at the edge of the Twisted Root clan's temporary encampment. Several sisters perched in the boughs of the trees above her. There was a hiss.

Garbed in dark crimson and with a wild shock of familiar fiery hair a sister sprinted down through the branches with remarkable grace. She approached Tilzi at a quick, aggressive pace only coming to halt a few inches away.

“Tilzi,” she said. The effect was somewhat diminished by the sister having to look up into the explorer's face.

“Preena,” Tilzi addressed her younger sister.

Preena canted her head to one side and crinkled up her nose. “You smell of off world. Perfume and metal and soap. Not the earth, the trees and your claimed men.”

“It is good to see you too,” Tilzi replied with a smirk. It was all a show really. Preena was the eldest of the siblings in Tilzi’s absence and couldn't be seen as acting overly fondly to the one who spent most of her time off world. Though the rivalry wasnt fictional however, though it had diminished over time. They hadn't come to blows in years now.

Preena stepped back, holding her gaze for a few more seconds before turning to the escort and giving her a nod.

“This is organised?” Tilzi asked.

“Thirteen Clans have gathered and each agreed to provide a number to act as sentries and patrols. A few squabbles broke out and had to be dealt with.”

“Understandable.”

“Hi Tilzi!”

Tilzi looked up to see Vish, her youngest sister sat on a branch, bare feet dangling. Tilzi smiled and offered a greeting. Her youngest sister was an easygoing person and they'd always got along. Back when Tilzi had fallen behind her sisters in skill Preena had lorded it over her, but Vish had always been kind. Third sisters were often more laid back and less concerned with clan affairs.

“A sentry is following a great big man clomping through the trees. Bare chested for some reason. Think he's trying to be stealthy but he's chopping at leaves and leaving a massive trail,” Vish said, referring to Nate the Bounty Hunter who was being followed by several witches at a distance. This was their territory, they could move through it swiftly, whilst stating out of view and without making a sound. “Is he one of yours?”

“No,” Tilzi replied, coming to a halt and looking up.

“Oh, so he's unclaimed then?” Vish replied. There was a predatory look in her eye.

“Oh stop thinking with your crotch Vish. We can't go claiming the offworlders who have come to help.”

“She had to leave her males back at our home,” Preena explained. Vish simply laughed.

“Where is mother?” Tilzi enquired.

“With Clan Mother and the others gathering to discuss what to do,” Preena replied. “I am… glad you are here. They have been using flying ships and tractor beams to steal our people. Their fortress has walls twenty metres high and a clearing a hundred metres around. We can't step out of the trees without being shot. It is…shameful to need help from your friends, but we cannot do this alone. Magick is not enough. We need weapons that can bring down those walls.”

Tilzi nodded. Their family was held in high regard by the Clan Mother if they were being brought to such important meetings with off worlders. It seemed they would need some heavy weaponry or a fighter to attack the slaver’s camp. They had clearly come prepared to deal with an aggressive response from the witches.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Arcadia-N-30
Post: 5/38
Allies: [member="Saffron"], [member="Dunames Lopez"], [member="Cla'Mari Rha"]
Enemies: Unknown
Objective: Trade show

"So, Your Highness, you have the payment information, just not where to send them to. You should wire the payments to the Soceras office, it's the closest of the three offices. Knowing the Soceras office, a down payment is actually a payment on delivery to them, so if you can wait until delivery to pay the down payment, it will give you some breathing room"

Now that they got confirmation that the contract with the Kathol Outback is considered finalized, since General Beyyr has indeed returned the signed contract to Charzon as she was speaking to the Gallofree representative, Charzon was at liberty to attempt to sell something else to the Kathol Outback. Even though Ringovinda StarYards has had no success with the Alliance to have them use more than just a squadron of minesweeping tanks, said squadron was under Ugohr's command. The Alliance ground deployment doctrine was a little bizarre among major factions in that they seem to keep heavy firepower as a reserve for the large-scale engagements (a.k.a. Coruscant-sized) or to use the Army of Malastare when the need for clearing minefields is strongly suspected. During the Run to Coruscant, the Army of Malastare saw action only on Coruscant, with little heavy ground firepower anywhere else. The Zamboni minesweeping main battle tank was the other business.

"Ms. Loulan, I have a few questions as to exactly how the Alliance is using these tanks"

"It appears that you know General Poof in person, does he appear satisfied with the tank?"

"From what I know, gentlemen, it appears that the Alliance has a special deployment protocol just for him and the Army of Malastare: it's 1) all-or-nothing deployment and 2) only when there are strong suspicions of minefields, notwithstanding 3) the need for large-scale deployment of armored units. Now, you should understand that minesweeping takes place at a snail's pace even with tanks; at least a tank makes it so that the minesweeping crew isn't defenseless"