Smoke On The Water [Galactic Alliance Dominion of Bestine]

[Judah Dashiell]

War had broken out on the Island Spires that dotted the watery surface of Bestine. Waves lapped at rocky islands, broken and smoking from days of battles. Homes had been firebombed. Warriors from both religious sects of a H'kig commune had been capturesd and slaughtered in the name of various gods.



After many H'kig followers were transported into the Netherworld, they came back changed. Rejecting a peaceful life, radical H'kig spoke of becoming an all powerful religion, one that would bring the planet and system to its knees, forcing it to follow the radical H'kig will. Peaceful H'kig did not know what to make of their new radical brethern. Talks and pleas fell on deaf ears. After much deliberation, the head Cleric for the H'kig forced the radicals from the commune.



This war erupted. The radical H'kig took shelter in caves and rocky,undeveloped islands became small fortresses. Hit-and-run tactics began, with both sides picking up arms in the name of their gods. Now a potentially dangerous religious text has the potential to fall to the H'kig and worse, the Sith.




Objectives :

Spoiler

A. (Ground objective) After the Akala debacle, some members of the H'kig commune on Bestine have turned radical, breaking off to form their own dangerous sect. Now a religious war rages on the planet with many caught in between. Intervene and keep the potentially dangerous book, the H'kig Book of Laws from falling into the hands of the radicals.


B. (Fleet/Space objective) Those looking to stir up trouble and claim the planet themselves (system Warlords) have brought Imperial-era naval yards back online. The system Warlords along with Radical H'kig have outfitted the naval yards with a high number of fortifications, trying to block ground forces from getting to the planet. Eliminate or disable the active naval yards.


C. (Diplomacy/Other objective) Help secure a location from the locals for the new Galactic Alliance underwater base. Help build the base and put the wheels into motion. Additionally, the non-Radical H'kig will need assistance rebuilding. Negotiate a treaty between the peaceful H'kig and the Galactic Alliance.


D. Do your thing, make it fun!

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Posts=1/20]​

Objective: To be determined
Allies: None yet
Enemies: None yet

Nubica headed in on her X-wing. The planet ahead was almost entirely covered by a vast ocean but there were many rugged islands spread across the planet. Once aspiring to be an island paradise, eventually it was more widely known for its ship repair and construction industry which resulted in the construction of large naval shipyards.

Bestine IV was a key point along the Corellian Trade Spine. And her research on the planet revealed a chequered history. Many famous names had been here or on its moons. And the oddity of the planet was visible as she closed in on its surface. The naval shipyards were curiously located on the surface of the ocean, not in orbit.

And, given the ship she was piloting, it had a few famous sons — that went on to be rebel pilots and flew the predecessor of the craft she was now navigating planet-side.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Objective: B – Fleet / Space
Location: Heading to Bestine IV
Allies Nearby: The Galactic Alliance - [member="Judah Dashiell"] | [member="Nubica Felidae"]
Enemies: To be discovered…
Post: #1 / 20

S-foils closed made the T-70 spear across the atmosphere like a blue and white…dagger, or bird…or whatever Dax thought a speeding T-70 looked like from below.

Heading the chance to join the Alliance again and solidify relations and his position with them, the pilot had been eager to assist in their moving on Bestine IV. For now he was here and waiting orders from command.

”This is Dax Ragnar of the Alliance,” he spoke out in his cockpit to the open com, ”airbone in the T-70 and ready to assist any and all on this wonderful day.”

He banked the X-wing slightly, picking up the other craft on his radar but for now appearing calm. Looking out over the blue oceans below, he could see large looming industrial units and what looked like abandoned shipyards pocketed around the area and on the horizon.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: 2 Space
Allies: [member="Dax Ragnar"] [member="Nubica Felidae"] [member="Odelia Starchaser"]
Enemies: Space Pirates, arrrr
1/20

Coren still had work to do on one of his vessels, but right now? He was bringing in something new to the concept of piloting. Sure, he had Crosscurrent but she was being kept at the Sekot yards for a few more weeks, the ship was a living vessel, but she wasn’t a completely militant one. And that was fine, Coren had plans for her, but he still needed to meet with Audrey and handle a few things.

But Tachyon Rising, his primary vessel, had winked into the system, closer than most would pull it into the gravity well. He started broadcasting on Alliance frequencies, to get a ping for the vessels in space. There were pirates, sure, but he was part of the vanguard of the Tyrene, and a second after he popped into the system, two QRC-47s entered, and a moment later the Tyrene and two supporting heavy freighters entered the system.

It wasn’t much, but they were home.

There were calls on the radio about the pirates, and that was half the reason the Tiburons were dispatched. “Unidentified vessels, this is Commander Starchaser of the Alliance. Cease activity on the stations and we will allow you to leave.”

There were several ships that remained quiet, and still more were turning on weapons systems. Coren made a quick order to Tyrene to deploy the squadron. “Very well, Alliance vessels in the Bestine system, stay frosty. Pirates have powered up the former stations.”

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE: BYO - PATROL AND INTERDICT
LOCATION: ABOVE BESTINE IV, ANS LIBERATOR, BRIDGE
ALLIES: CAPTAIN VAOR'RI'NAVIUM
[1/20]

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Tachon found himself spending more and more time aboard this Star Destroyer. It was a fine ship, he got along with the crew, and it was far nicer of an experience than serving with pirates. In fact, hunting down pirates had been something of a personal goal for the vessel. Now, though, they were called to the Bestine system to prevent enemies of the Alliance from escaping and regrouping. Essentially the same directive as Fondor.

"Any activity?" chimed Captain Orrin.
"None, sir."
"Keep scanners going. They'll try running soon."
"Aye, sir."

The crew was tense in anticipation. They knew that the Liberator could take on a few rogue vessels on its own. If the Alliance ever gave the order, the ship could even raze worlds in a few hours. The anxiety was in staring at every viewport and scanner to make sure nothing slipped by. The waiting was the hard part. While most people kept thrumming with tension, the Iridonian found himself chiming into his meditation again. He touched out and took deep breaths. The intent was to prepare himself for for the upcoming battles. Instead, he touched onto something... else.

From the depths of the ocean world below the ship, he felt the echoes of something eerily familiar; but it was distinctly different. Alien. He probed at it more, and was lashed at by whatever lie there. It did not want to be known, but now the stubborn man was piqued. He opened his eyes and stared at the world before him. There was something down there, and he needed to see. The problem was how to get there. Whatever it was existed deep beneath the waves.

"Captain Orrin," Tachon turned and addressed the Captain, "I have a request."
"Yes, Lieutenant," the Chiss said, eyeing the Iridonian clad in Alliance Navy uniform, "What is it?"
"I need a submersible shuttle or starfighter."

The captain stared at Zur-Ksi for a few minutes, as though trying to fathom why the young man would need a submersible aerospace craft. After a drawn out silence, Vaor'ri'navium addressed a communications officer.

"Call the Hawken, tell them to bring a submersible fighter craft."
"Aye, Captain."
"You're an unusual Zabrak, Lieutenant. Go find what you're looking for. Until then, I expect you to return to your duties."

Tachon nodded, albeit with a level of frustration at being referred to as Zabrak, in reply and jogged down the hall to the lift. He'd hit the armoury and prepare himself to either board a craft or head planetside. On his way, he heard sirens blare for alert status. Something had happened up there that put the Liberator in motion.

 

[Odelia Starchaser]

Objective 2
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Dax Ragnar"] [member="Nubica Felidae"]

Ever watchful of her family and of a commitment she made when giving her word to serve Odi already found herself on a mission and sitting in space looking at the pitch around them. So this was the life of a commander, and leader. Odi had been at home on the Dawn Treader for a number of years she had preferred to stay and accomplish as much as she could to secure home rather than involved herself in the Galaxy.

Coren however had pleaded a case to her not long ago about how all hands no matter what should be involved to take care of the Sith threats. Considering the bounty on his head and the threat that could at any time find itself on the hangar deck Odi left home to join members of her family in the galaxy.

Today she sat in her very own custom designed Starchaser ship, Coren has a knack for these things, she toggled, and wiggled controls to make sure everything worked as it should. She was meticulous in her testing, nothing should go wrong.

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE: 2/BYO
LOCATION: ABOVE BESTINE IV, ANS LIBERATOR, HANGAR
ALLIES: CAPTAIN VAOR'RI'NAVIUM, ALLIANCE MARINES
ENEMIES: PIRATES
[2/20]

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Tachon now wore a combat vest, elbow pads, and knee pads over his uniform. Across his waist was a utility belt, with a holster, knife, and stun baton. He still looked nowhere near a soldier. More like a security officer, but he boarded the shuttle with the rest of the assault party. He was joined by an astromech droid, who would help with this operation. Their primary directive was to secure a section of the shipyard. They would take a foothold in a hangar, and attempt to secure local security systems. From there, the soldiers would hopefully regroup with additional units and conquer the station.

The Iridonian's objective was support and systems. He'd do his usual shots from the background, but since he was one of the most technically inclined individuals who would take on boarding operations, he as slotted for slicing and securing the section's computers. Captain Orrin knew that Tachon was incapable of such advanced feats on his own, so the droid was assigned. In truth, Zur-Ksi was more in charge of babysitting the astromech than doing any real slicing.

His thoughts were elsewhere, though. Even while he as supposed to be listening to the pep talk, his mind drifted through the oceans of the word below. He wanted to go see what was there, but had to fulfill his assignment first. By that time, the submersible should have arrived, and he could go from the station to the planet. One thing at a time.

 

[Shar'tala]

OBJECTIVE : BYOO
LOCATION : Everywhere
POST : [1]

Over the comlink, static would crackle before a voice reached ears of the Alliance....​

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Welcome to Galactic Alliance Radio, your home for freedom and one-hour rock blocks all day long. You all know me, DJ Jam Wizard, holding it down til midnight tonight. We'll be taking requests, spinning tunes, and talking to all the lovely Sentients that make up the Galactic Alliance.


First up, a tribute to all the lovely ladies serving the Galactic Alliance and beyond. Call us with your requests, 165-triple 8- oh nine hundred.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VMnjF1O4eH0​

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[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Bestine IV, In the Ocean.
Allies: Galactic Alliance [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"] [member="Odelia Starchaser"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Dax Ragnar"] [member="Judah Dashiell"]
Enemies: Fish
Objective C: Direct the Aqua Droids.

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In the depths of the Oceanic planet Bestine IV the Galactic Alliance was moving forward directing their view to assist the planets expansion. This new faction was a nice addition to the galaxy, this could not be denied. underneath the water various Aqua construction droids lurked at the Ocean floor aidding the expansion of more underwater bases. Through the waters a bigger figure swam by with a powerful speed. The figure examined the construction site as he came to a halt by the group of droid.

" Their so slow." Graaf grumbled as he moved himself. Finally moving into some light the figure was revealed to be a Karkarodon and quite a big one. He was a new face to the Galactic Alliance and a very experienced Doctor as well as Battlefield Medic. His job was to over see the construction of the Medical bays. Smiling wide his rows of sharp teeth gleamed in the dim light. The scent of metal reminded Graaf of Iron, specifically iron found in blood.

" I'm Getting Hungry again.." he muttered.

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE: 2/BYO
LOCATION: ABOVE BESTINE IV, ANS LIBERATOR, HANGAR
ALLIES: CAPTAIN VAOR'RI'NAVIUM, ALLIANCE MARINES
ENEMIES: PIRATES
[3/20]

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The shuttle skittered into the hangar. They had to break through before the hangar shield closed. Now that they were in, they were locked in. There was nowhere to go but forward. Tachon stepped out and let out a quick shot to test the water. The following barrage had him dive into cover, and the soldiers took it from there. With an approximation of numbers, grenades were lobbed out. They used their shuttle for cover and quickly dispatched the hangar defence team. It was over in less than a minute to a chorus of 'clear'. The astromech droid rolled out, then, and followed the Iridonian while he scanned the walls.

"Weak." came a mysterious voice.

Zur-Ksi looked around and saw nothing. He shook his head and let out a quiet 'aha' when he found the terminal.

"Do your thing." he ordered, then his head snapped when the doors opened. He let loose several rounds and ducked behind a crate while the soldiers took down the bottleneck.

"You call yourself Iridonian?" came the voice again. Tachon's head began to ache, and he frowned hard in irritation.

"The Jedi changed you."
"Change back. Become you."
"Remember."

Tachon had no idea why he was hearing things, if he really was imagining it or not, but when the droid let out a shrill chime and the hangar door slid open, he knew there was more work to do. He climbed up to the overlooking balcony and swept into the halls behind the soldiers. Next was the local security room, then he could follow that growing call from below the surface.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Obj : C
Location : Bestine IV Ocean Surface, Above the Construction
Post : 1/20
Allies : [member="Graaf Zalec"]


Waves rocked the large boat as it remained above the chosen location for the underwater base. This would be much smaller in nature than the one on Sullust. Judah would consider it more of a hidden outpost than a real base. He suspected if the Naval yards above them weren't blown to bits by the end of the week then perhaps those could be retrofitted in time as well. Nothing like an orbital station to tip off an attack or act as a fueling way point for the Galactic Alliance.


If they didn't want it, perhaps [member="Danger Arceneau"] could be persuaded to open up ATC refueling stations in the area. Their burritos were second to none in the 'verse after all. Either way, a new Doctor (who happened to be of aquatic nature) was down below the waves supervising the building of the medical facilities. Boats by now were coming to sink modular pieces yet it was still a rough process.


"Dr. Zalec, how goes the progress?" Comlink in hand, Judah hoped the range would find the good doctor for a progress report.


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[member="Nubica Felidae"] | [member="Dax Ragnar"] | [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"] | [member="Odelia Starchaser"]



Inside the semi-derelict Naval Stations, pirates had been working over the last several months to bring the stations back to life. Wannabe warlords in the Bestine System were taking advantage of the H'kig radical uprising. With direction of the H'kig directed elsewhere, they profited in on blaster sales. When no one was looking, they quietly started work bringing the Naval stations back on line. A first line of defense against any who wished to oppose them.


The rag-tag band of wannabe warmongers didn't expect the Alliance to show up on their door anytime soon. Bestine IV was sparsely populated, rocky islands, and was surrounded by old Imperial tech. Clearly no one had cared about the system until now.


"Switch the weapons on....concentrate on the X-Wings. Bring them down quickly!"

Spoiler

Feel free to NPC without me, just adding in some color while posting

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Posts=2/20]​

Objective: Rid Bestine of those scurvy knaves
Allies: tbc
Enemies: Anyone with an eye-patch or a wooden leg (or even a parrot on their shoulder)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CVHjfQ0JsVQ

She heard the radio chatter and headed back out to space. Checking radar, she saw them.

"I have two eyeballs vectoring in on a heading of 239 degrees at a range of ten klicks. They are confirmed hostiles. I am engaging them."

She hit the left rudder pedal and swung the ship around onto the proper heading. The starfield whirled around her, then froze in place again. She could recognise none of the constellations, but that did not concern her. Her mission was to destroy the enemy, and that he would gladly do no matter where he found herself.

Her breathing reverberated loudly in the full helmet she wore. The sound came rhythmically. It betrayed no nervousness. It was not the quickened breathing of prey, but the strong steady respiration of a predator on. She had already killed more enemy fighters than she cared to remember; these would just be two more.
With a thumb she flicked the quad lasers over to dual-fire mode, then pulled back on the steering yoke and brought the ship up in a slight climb. A quick starboard snap-roll onto her head turned the climb into a dive, and suddenly she was upon the eyeballs. Her index finger tightened on the trigger and a stream of verdant laser-bolts sliced through the lead eyeball.

Because of her angle of attack, the bolts scored black furrows in one wing, then pierced the cockpit from the top. On the other side they freed the wing, but the ship's explosion shattered a panel. It blasted debris into the flight path of the second fighter, causing it to roll to starboard and dive. The manoeuvre succeeded in saving the second ship from a collision with its dying wingman, but dropped it straight into her sights.

She cut the throttle back by a quarter, matching speed with her prey. The pilot she hunted juked right and left, but made none of the hard breaks and sharp turns needed to shuck her from his tail. Without remorse, Nubica flicked the lasers over to quad-fire, then impaled the pirate on her crosshairs and hit the trigger with a delicate twitch of her finger.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective; Space pirates
Post: 2/20
[member="Nubica Felidae"] [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"] [member="Odelia Starchaser"] [member="Dax Ragnar"]

It was good to see the Alliance showing up en masse. He had pilots at his back and there were pirates at his front. This was exactly where he was going to be. When Red Group showed up, to join with the Tiburons he’d be more than happy. The best bit of this was, he was finally pulling more of his family into the galactic playground that is the Alliance.

When he could feel Odi in the Force, because even Coren could sense family members, he grinned. Another weapon to be thrown at the dark side. No matter how it showed up.

Looking up to the rest of the battle, he grinned. “Tibs, break into wing teams. Take the fight to them, I’ll run up the middle, flight one stick close, until we break the ranks. We’ll scatter them and take ‘em down.” The numbers of an Imperial style tactic were designed to overrun everyone and Coren was not going to fall prey to something he had trained in. Warming up the turrets, he flipped the switch to allow them to fire on an automated system.

With that, his throttle raised and shields were at full-front. Rolling, he let his freighter slip between two fighters as his ship opened fire. The Tiburons were calling Tally and making moves into the fray. And with Bestine below him?

What could go wrong?

 

[Sophia Walsh]

Objective: Space Pirates
My Peeps: [member="Nubica Felidae"] [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"] [member="Odelia Starchaser"] [member="Dax Ragnar"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="James Justice"]
Post: 1/20

Sophia loved flying more than anything. It was out here in her x-wing where she felt free and alive. She had orders of course but that didn't mean she couldn't also have a little bit of fun in the process. Swerving though the enemy fighters and doing tricks. Showing off wasn't going to be getting her anything or anywhere but she was having fun and enjoying herself all the same.

Grabbing hold of the throttle Sophia spun herself back around to join the fray. It was high time she test the fire power of this baby. It wasn't often she was called into battle in this manner so the ex-captain was going to savor this opportunity. "Ready R7?" She grinned as she put up her shields. It was time to find a dance partner.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Bestine IV, In the Ocean.
Allies: Galactic Alliance [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Nubica Felidae"] [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"] [member="Odelia Starchaser"]
Enemies: Fish and ????
Objective C: Just keep swimming.
2/20

" Well its .." the Karkarodon paused as he watched a droid weld the wrong piece. " What are you doing!! Follow MY schematics!" he shouted at the droid forgetting his comm was still active.
" Its gonna be slow. I dont have much patience for Droids too, they kinda kill my craft if you know what I mean. What about you?" he asked. [member="Judah Dashiell"]

Placing the comm back in his trunks he began to patrol the arena and the structure to check for any anomalies. He did not need anyhting to happen while this was being constructed. Graaf was a Doctor first and Solider second. Most of his Naval training came from military service on Karkaris. A planet he did not miss due to recent event from his past. The Galactic Alliance was a fresh new start for this man shark and a fresh start was something Graaf wanted.

 

[Peyton Steele]

Objectlve: BYOB
3/20

There was a lot of work to be done on Bestine, and Peyton was one of the girls that was allowed to get out there and do it. Her QRC-47 made its way down to the water world and she landed before long. With the ship touching down, she climbed out of the seat, leaving her pilot life support, helmet, and gloves. Under was her black jumpsuit, and on her slim hips was her gunbelt, a pistol in the holster. Stepping from the fighter, she got to the ventral supply container and pulled out what looked like a chest holster, instead, on the back were two quiver-like pouches. With the quivers placed over her head, she slipped two stun batons, reinforced armorplast, into the slots.

“Time to go to work.”

She had a bit of information to find, something she was hoping she didn’t have to beat out of someone, but you could never tell what was going to be the way to get the information. She slipped a black poncho over her get up and vanished into the streets.

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE: BYO
LOCATION: THE DEPTHS
ALLIES: SANITY
ENEMIES: THE UNKNOWN
[4/20]

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"Area clear. Send the fighter." Tachon couldn't wait any longer.

The astromech was doing his job for him, the soldiers didn't need any support. The battle was heating up outside, and he needed to get planetside before the real firefight started. The fighter swept into the hangar and the soldier piloting it hopped out to join the fight. Tachon took his modified fighter and swooped out of the hangar. He kept close to the underside of the station to avoid any automated defences. He was done with the fight, he had what he felt to be something more important to do. The little craft tipped out from under the station and accelerated at full speed toward the planet. Atmospheric burn surrounded him, and the starfighter looked like a meteorite.

As it crashed out of atmospheric friction, the Iridonian punched the accelerator again. Alarms blared about speed and measured surface, but the caft was highly aerodynamic. When it hit water, it pierced. Zur-Ksi still launched forward slightly, but survived unscathed. The ship slowed in the water, and its pilot followed his gut through the water, until the forward lights illuminated white walls and crumbling rock. He followed it down, until he found a crack in the structure big enough for the fighter to fit through. He pulled in, then went up until he hit air. The ship floated in the water, and he cracked open the hatch.

"So. You have come here. How quaint." the voice was louder, now. It seemed to echo off the walls, and Tachon immediately fell to a knee.
"Fight, Iridonian. You are not as weak as you have let yourself become." Zur-Ksi gritted his teeth, and stared forward at the only hall out of the chamber he was in.

"That's it. Come deeper."

 

[James Justice]

Objective: shoot something..... preferably a pirate.....
My homies: [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"] [member="Odelia Starchaser"] [member="Dax Ragnar"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Nubica Felidae"] [member="Sophia Walsh"]
Post: 1/20

James streched his arms out as they came along side his master. A few hours in hyperspace would make him a little tense and need to stretch out. Oh well, he would be fine. He took his eyes off the viewport, reaching back to grab a bottle of urqua. Reed gave him a loud reproach.

"Ah feth, we are fine," James muttered as he sat back in his seat. "We ain't gonna crash into nothing."

The Drunken Angel rattled along as James began to start up the post-hyperspace checkups. The weapons powered on without issue, the shields went up and the scanners came on line all in rapid seccesion. He had done it thousands of times and he could have easily gotten Reed to do it, but he liked it, it was nostalgic to him, bringing back memories of being on his dad's knee doing it with grubby toddler hands. The thought brought a smile to his lips and he took a swing, "To ye, dad." He opened a channel to Sophia, "Alright, ye are the boss, ye are the man," he chuckled, "metaphorically speaking."

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE: BYO - LOCATE THE SOURCE OF THE VOICE
LOCATION: THE SUB-AQUATIC FACILITY RUINS
ALLIES: SANITY, LIGHT
ENEMIES: THE UNKNOWN
[5/20]

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Tachon rummaged and pulled a light out from a pouch on his belt. The kind of modern torch that straps around your shoulder, like a heavily armoured soldier. Once it was lit, he made better progress through the crumbling, waterlogged ruins. It looked very modern, the technology still flickered here and there, as though the derelict facility wanted to come back to life. He ducked under a fallen support beam, and what he saw beyond was impressive, frightening, and all too familiar.

A large chamber was below him. It appeared he was on an observation deck of some kind. Water rushed in the side of the structure, then back out through a grate and other fissures. The centre of the chamber held a bed decorated with all manner of restraints. It was old, stained, and rusted. All around that bed were broken medical apparatus. A droid, tubes, wires, I.V. bags, and a large machine with pumps and centrifuges.

"Now you see... You are not so unique after all."

The echoing in Tachon's head disoriented him enough to make him slip. He fell over the edge, and landed hard on something unforgiving. He groaned as he picked himself up, then faced the table. He suddenly felt woozy, fell back against the big metal box he landed on, and his vision blacked out.

The room was different now. Tachon knew, somehow, he was still conscious, but he found himself in this dream. The ruins were cleared, the water safely outside, and the walls were sterile and pristine. In the centre of the room was a boy. No older than twelve years old. Human. Men and women in lab coats swirled around him in a storm of activity. Needles here, monitors there, and they tested the restraints frequently. The whole scene was oddly mute, but when one of the scientists turned a machine on, the Iridonian's ears and mind were filled with a bone-chilling scream from the boy. They all rushed to try and alleviate the situation, but then things started crushing. Breaking. A one-way observation mirror shattered.

Then it ended. Zur-Ksi looked around him again after the nausea faded. The fresh memory of that vision played in contrast to what he saw now. It was strange, but the desire to know more burned in him, and fueled progress. He had to go deeper.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Objective: 1​

Allies: Bestine ground groups​

Enemies: Radicals.​

Post: 1/20​

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Solan's hand came up to wipe at his eyes and clear the haze in them before placing on the pair of glasses he had with him this day. He wasn't wearing much, the same armor that his shadow legion carried at all times. Those of which assembled in two squads with him in order to help protect this rather valuable book that the Radicals were after. He hadn't seen any just quite yet, the group slow to appear and slower yet to be found in any way physically. He was mostly concerned with who was an enemy and who was not due to the fact this was a civil unrest matter. That was the hardest part of wars like this, where your enemy could be the man standing not ten feet to your left and you would never know until it was too late.​

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"Gregor, do keep things controlled today in terms of our movements. Its possible that we probably will have to deal with these things with extreme care... don't need civilian or innocents dead by our hands on our first mission for these guys. Now do we..." Why were they helping the alliance again? The fact he was still a darksider in spirit was grounds enough for them to lock him up being they were Jedi that he was working with. But still, he hoped that his political standing would hold off on an arrest on sight, and if he didn't use the force or did so at the absolute minimum they should be fine within the alliance for now.​

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Shaking his head he focused on the situation and looked down at his side. First there was the saber that he always carried on his side, letting it hang there while he carried with him the Redentor Rifle that his men used as well as the Hekler'kok Pistol that he wore as a side arm. His armor itself was a basic fiber weave meant for mobility should he need to resort to his saber, yet still giving him a decent bit of survival from energy based weaponry. Nothing special but every bit useful while he sat there with his rifle hanging from his shoulder. "Hmm... I wonder where these radicals even are..."​