Faction Signatures & Starships (GA)

[Evran Myles]

Fondor was not what he’d expected it to be. That said, he wasn’t sure what he’d expected it to be. A fortress world? Not particularly. The senate was housed there, and his understanding of the senate was that it was meant to be accessible to anyone. A fortress didn’t exactly scream “I’m accessible!” in his eyes. Quite the opposite. Darn if he didn’t feel like some street rat landing somewhere he didn’t belong, about to be chased by some ahole CorSec guy just because he’d wandered into a place he shouldn’t be by accident. Happened far too often, though not to him. Not anymore, anyway.

He tugged his jacket sleeve to make sure it was properly extended, took up his binder, and headed for the senate building. Even though the place gave him the heebie jeebies with its strong military vibe, he was there for business, and he had to ignore those feelings. The Alliance was at war, and, as a businessman, that meant there was profit to be made. At least that’s what his brother told him. Evran much preferred to look at it from the practical standpoint of getting to design and produce interesting vessels that also served the purpose of keeping them safe from the people that were attacking the Alliance. Those Imperial guys were far too close to Corellia for his liking, too.

Inside, he approached the receptionist and indicated he was there to speak to whomever was in charge of naval contracts, or whatever senators might be available. He was there to sell, but not just because they needed the money. Corellia needed to ensure its defense as well.

“I’ll let them know,” the receptionist said.

“Obliged,” Evran said with a nod before moving over to stand and look around the grand entry hall.

If he could land this contract it would provide much needed capital for Corellia StarDrive, and would sufficiently fund their ability to develop a second yard away from Corellia in the event of an attack by the Empire. He was personally hoping to branch out beyond the Alliance, perhaps to the High Republic, but it made the most sense to start first with the people charged with defending them in the current crisis. Plus he had the beginnings of several designs to share, upgrades that would be of benefit to the Alliance fleets, he was sure.

Provided he could speak with someone about it.

OUTFIT:Leather Jacket, Black Pants | GEAR: Blaster Pistol, Vibroknife
TAGS: Open​

 

[Nos Voros]

Objective: Security Detail
Outfit: Senate Commando Armor [X]
Full Kit Deployment:

Spoiler: Full Kit

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• 2 X Vibroblade-Model 01
• Cortosis Vibroblade
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• Combat Scattergun-Model 01
• 3 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 3 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01

* GAHA-32 Lionheart Commando Armor

• Combat Blaster Rifle-Model 01 with Tactical Accessories Series and Underbarrel Grenade Launcher-Model 01 (20 X Launchable Grenade Series)
• 4x blaster cartridges
• 2x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks
• 3x bland survival bars
• 128oz Canteen of water.

Spoiler: Rubrus Squad

Squad Leader: Captain Nos Voros (Zeltron male)
Fire Team Alpha — GAHA-32 Lionheart Commando Armor
Team Leader: Lieutenant Karis Vonn (Human female, Corellian)

• AT-FL9 Flechette Launcher
• A sharp tactician with experience in counter-assassination operations.

Medic: Sergeant Lorne Vesik (Mirialan male)

• Former Judicial Forces combat medic,
• GAGL 56 Snarl Grenade Launcher
• specializing in battlefield triage and trauma care.

Machine Gunner: Corporal Bex Jarn (Besalisk male)

• Heavy weapons expert.
• AT-RB07 Heavy Repeating Blaster
• Strong but surprisingly fast for his size, excels at defensive holds and breaching operations.

Rifleman: Private Tash Renn (Human male, Chandrilan)

• A precise and disciplined soldier.
• BHSR-1 Service Rifle
• Prefers coordinated maneuvers and works best in tight formations.

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Fire Team Bravo — GAHA-32 Lionheart Commando Armor
Team Leader 2: Sergeant Jil Torvan (Togruta female)

• Former planetary security officer with expertise in urban combat.
• GARBR-5 Beak repeating blaster
• Skilled in squad coordination.

Marksman: Corporal Rann Kyber (Nautolan male)

• Expert sharpshooter.
• GABB-15 Talon II Blaster Carbine
• Specializes in eliminating priority targets at long range.

Heavy Weapons: Private Drax Molgar (Zabrak male)

• Specializes in explosives and heavy ordinance.
• ML-04E-GA Rocket Launcher
• Often deployed against armored threats or for breaching enemy positions.

Rifleman: Private Cass Deren (Duros male)

• Agile and quick-thinking.
• BHSR-1 Service Rifle
• Often acts as the squad's point man, scouting ahead for danger.

The echo of armored boots on stone cut across the Senate lobby, steady and deliberate. What arrived was not the polished image of ceremonial guard that many remembered, but a squad of heavily armored veterans worn thin by constant deployments.

Azure plating dulled by carbon scoring. Capes and armorweb cloaks torn at the fringe. Faces hard, lined, and scarred from years of watching wars bleed into the Core. Rubrus had the look of men and women who had been proud once—now simply enduring.

At their head walked Captain Nos Voros. His helmet hung from one hand, scar carved deep across his dusky red features, eyes sharp and cold. He paused long enough to sweep the hall with a soldier’s habit of threat-checking before turning toward the waiting Corellian.

“You’re here to discuss the Shipyard, yes? Myles?.” His voice carried the rasp of gravel, stripped of ceremony. “We’ll be your security detail for the duration. Allow us to escort you to the meeting room.”

One of the Rubrus commandos muttered something under their breath. Half a joke, half a warning; but fell silent as Nos glanced back. With that, the squad closed around Evran, their presence less an honor guard and more a wartime necessity. Conflict had hardened the Alliance's defenders, and that grit had steeped into the very marrow of the Senate.

“Follow close.”

Evran Myles | @Open​

 

[Evran Myles]

Myles was, admittedly, surprised when a detail of armed, and armored, guards approached him. So far as he knew he hadn't done anything wrong, plus he was an Alliance citizen, so there wasn't really a reason for him to be in trouble. Was there? He wasn't wrong that citizens could come to the senate to speak with their representatives, was he?

But then they spoke and indicated they were his escort. What did he need an escort for? He wasn't ar... oh, well, technically he was, but not because he intended to use it. They were personal defense weapons and he had all kinds of documents indicating that he was allowed to have them, was well-trained in their use, and carried them for personal defense. People like him tended to be the targets of bad people, but he didn't want a bunch of body guards walking around with him. He'd rather protect himself.

"Right," he said, not sure exactly what else to say.

Shrugging, he held his case close and allowed them to lead him on. Hopefully this meant he was actually going to get to meet with someone capable of making moves. The Alliance needed more warships, especially with the Galactic Empire surging into their systems. He was eager to get more ships in production to defend Corellia, as well.

OUTFIT:Leather Jacket, Black Pants | GEAR: Blaster Pistol, Vibroknife
TAGS: Nos Voros ​

 

[Cressida Tolliver]

"And you have the capability statement there, ma'am," said Kenat, gesturing toward the leather portfolio. "I put in the most recent copy we could find just a moment ago."

"I saw that, Kenat, thank you," Cressida said. The two were walking toward the turbolift lobby. "I'm interested to hear it from the man himself, if I'm being honest. A capability statement is all well and good, but I always prefer to work with someone who knows it backwards and forward. And occasionally I've seen capability statements that ended up with things stuck in procurement hell. Don't worry, Kenat, I won't bore you with the details."

"I didn't -- "

Cressida smiled tightly. "I know. I'm teasing. But the details would, in fact, bore you. They certainly bored me when I was dealing with it." She stepped into the turbolift, waited for Kenat to join, then punched the appropriate key. They arrived to the conference room just ahead of the senate security detail and Evran Myles , which gave Cressida plenty of time to pour herself a cup of coffee from the machine near the door and get settled at the conference table.

Evran Myles | Nos Voros​

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra herself had been delayed, dealing with some personal issues as well as having been treated for the corruption that still ravaged her body and soul. Her hand carefully brushing out her robes as she still wore the silvered clothing out of habit. It was hard to separate what she was from who she was due to this, but she also did not much care for this fact. Those who had come into contact with her, had interacted with her found far different. One such person was another that Alexandra found herself standing beside on many matters these days, the Senator who had arrived already while she was still tailing behind.

That was why Alexandra was moving through the Walls themselves, keeping careful not to intrude on anyone's office or to interrupt anything but like a ghost there would be those who could swear they had seen something appear and disappear in a moment. It was a strange thing for people to experience within the Fondor Senate, but eventually it would get her to the meeting room she needed to be at. Her hands brushing down her clothing, breathing in and then reaching for the controls.

Cressida Tolliver and her assistant would see Alexandra at the doorway now, bowing her head to the other woman before finding a place to settle down and wait. Her right hand moving her left arm into her lap, the unmoving limb still needing to be cared to, especially right now as the pain of it spread through her body in the wake of her most recent treatments.

"Senator Tolliver, it is good to see you." Her gaze turning to the side and waiting for the arrival of the businessman they were waiting on.

Nos Voros Evran Myles

 

[Fal Gore]

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LOCATION

Roxuli

Objective: Tweeting from his bathroom.

Fal was in his bathroom again, not performing any bowel movements or utilizing any facilities, just doomscrolling social media.

After watching a few hololivestreams, his eyes glance across the published meeting of a few senators with Corellian StarDrive. Before he knew it, his fingers were flicking across the screen, bashing out a post to his page.

"CORELLIAN STARDRIVE LOOKING FOR GOVERNMENT HANDOUTS. BAD! MONEY SHOULD GO TO THE MILITARY! WE ARE AT WAR.

DUMB SENATORS TAKING MEETINGS WHEN CONTRACTS SHOULD BE ISSUED OUT FROM THE MONEY WE GIVE THE GADF.

GOVERNMENT CORRUPTION?

CORELLIAN SHIPS WANT OUR MONEY GO THROUGH PROPER CHANNELS

I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO WILL SAY IT

YALL AINT HEARIN IT LIKE THIS

THIS IS REAL BANTHA POO

#VOTEGORE #MOREGORE"

After pressing publish, Gore sat and watched the likes and reacts come in, inundated and infatuated with a zombie expression that fell upon his face as the comments and hearts rolled in.

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