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Snakes.... Why did it have to be Snakes (Silver jedi Dominion of Drongar)

Emberlene's Daughter, The Jedi Generalist
Drongar was not a well known world, in many cases it had seemed to be bypassed from the notice of others but there was something to be said about that. It was also a world rich in chances for things to have become hidden and lost within its jungle surface. From the spores in the air that seemed to eat flesh if you were not careful to the mutated plant that had once been one of the most mysterious healing plants in the galaxy. There was a lot on and within the world which is why it being next door to Hast and Voss while remaining untouched was so strange. The silver jedi themselves though had some history on the world as they had research done into it.

The world came into view for the screens of the ship as the jedi master herself was looking over all of it. Letting the others that they were coordinating with the other groups here. Going through the jungle with the field equipment was highly recommended and she was not exactly certain what they might find but the locals were in need of some help. The storms were getting more fierce this time of year which would put some of the jungle into heavy storms. So much so they were getting early reports that the levies and systems they used to protect themselves from flooding were getting overwhelmed leading to risks of them being killed.

"We have a number of places across the planet that can be explored and there is a large chance of even more being in the jungles themselves. Reports that the locals found an old empire transport does mean there is a risk pirates or someone wanting to collect a great deal of currency could be going in there. That attracts dangerous sorts so be on your guard if it is true. Either way though working to repair the flood control systems or evacuate and house the people will be a very important thing for some of our jedi. Investigators can look to see why it is flood now and malfunctioning with the mention that this supposed tax transport has been found."

She was looking at some fo the other things they had so they would be able to go around the planet and the system. The ships coming out of hyperspace above the world from hast where they had been setting up a number of defenses as well as here. The ships that were with them deploying flowers as well as starting to set up stations int he system itself. From Voss they could get jedi investigators who were wanting to work on things, some of the jedi masters themselves who would e able to roam around and try out their skills while handling problems that could arise. Matsu knew there were some other things and they were working on more of the things.

Meanwhile on Drongar:

The heavy rains were coming down as the patting on the leaves echoed into the homes they had. The coolness of the world made it nice and regulated for the large man. Standing tall while the others were bringing them all a bunch of information from across the planet but also the outlying systems to report on what was coming. "The voice of one follower who was arriving to look at him. "Master Kesh the Silver Jeid they are arriving here, their ships were leaving Voss and I rushed here." There was a moment as the man turned with golden black eyes glaring almost but the smallest moment of annoyance or anger slipped away to something calm.

"It is alright, they are here already as we have always expected they would be. Their simple understanding is not to blame. They only know what they can see, they can only react to this world and try to help the people here. Whether the people want their help or not is a question that won't come to their minds until they get here. For now go and rejoin your brothers and your sisters, we will send others to meet them in the jungle in our own way. We will show them the power of flesh against their force energies." There was a look but he was standing there and his hand glowed for a moment as he touched the mans shoulder as he was sending force energies into him.

Objectives:
Bota Botanists: Looking for scientific minds to work on reversing or engineering a new healthy strain of Bota that can be usable once again. Science types, explorer types and those who want to help with the codex sub can work on things here. Recovery, research and expermentation on the bota as well as strands that might be able to recover and regrow it would benefit. THeories given from previous endeavor as well are useful in this regard as researchers discussed what they could do.

Monsoon in the Lagoon: There are not many people on the world but the ones who do survive on the planet do so with very sturdy housing. Engineers and those who can help out there is danger at the small village. Someone has been sabotaging the levies while searching for an old sit empire currency transport. The aurodium and crystals used in the transport can go towards taxes and funding or things. We'll let the professionals take care of it.Prepare for some Hard Rain.

System Development: Early warnings, stations, flowers and different systems within the area. Those with fleets can work on many their designs they want to test out. Development testing and projects can give you new development.

The Riddle of Steel: There are stirrings on the planet, simple ones that the few locals talk about with the chance for people who have been drawn here. A death cult that is led by someone said to be very charismatic and using the world itself as a sanctuary for his followers. Those who have went generally giving all of their possessions and one of the people's family has asked the jedi to investigate this locations. Encounter with npc opposition.

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Image Source: Thulsa Doom
"Thulsa Doom vs Red Sonja"

Name:
Achilles Kesh
Darth Bootylicious (Joza Perl's nickname for him)
Rank: Kursk
Specialized Rank: Marauder
Loyalties: Blackguard
Role: Silver Jedi Plot Device

Development Threads: Dominion of Drongar

Age: 110
Species: Kerra Kesh

Appearance: Six foot seven with a very defined muscled form, thin braided hair down to the small of his back. Chocolate brown/black skin and ebony black hair with tri-colored black eyes with flecks of gold in them and silver pinwheels. There is a small amount of facial hair on his mouth and he is generally within a form fitted cold suit ablle to regulate his bodies temperature. Out of it in the snow or cold areas of a planet he wears minimal clothing with a weapon at the small of his back and his amphistaff wrapped around his neck and arm.

Personality: A narcissist with a very acute awareness of people and how to manipulate them. His charismatic authority with those who are on his crew and who serve under him is generally considered absolute. He doesn't actually care for them but they have come to believe everything he has said. With a calm and smooth voice that resonates deep as he speaks and the size many others do not match. He is slow to show anger or even emotion with his voice but you can almost feel it from his eyes when they go dark. He doesn't pretend to be a good guy but he finds a reason and way to justify his atrocities playing on peoples emotions and pasts to get them to fill in some of the gaps of reason so they helped construct his justification.

Force Sensitivity: Master

Weapon of Choice: Lightsaber, Force Abilities

Skills:
Saber Forms:
Djem So
Makashi
Sub Form:
Sokan
Dun Moch
Force Abilities:
Enhance Force Sensitivity
Enhance Body
Enhance Senses
Force Call
Mind Trick (more on how he speaks then dominating to go in with his speeches and making people want to believe him)
Mechanical Skills for equipment
Pilot
Lightsaber skills
Amphistaff training

Wealth: Middle Class Levels. (own/operate a ship and crew just fine, afford equipment and crew)

Combat Function: A skilled fighter and very knowledgable but as a leader he is very much more a chessmaster. Choosing to send his followers and pawns into the fight first and foremost so that they will either kill the enemy, soften them up so that they would be taken out by the numbers game. When he fights he is very stationary and methodical moving around but conserving his stamina allowing his opponent to tire themselves out. Then counter attack and use either his lightsaber up close or the amphistaff as a whip at a range. Force ability wise he does not use highly offensive techniques instead letting them work with his speech to try and worm into your head and get you to make some mistakes he can find the advantage in.

Notable Possessions:
Crossguard Lightsaber
Cold Armor Suit
Cloak
Amphistaff

History: Born in the polar regions of Sekalus and taken away before the world was overtaken by the Black Rose. THe young boy was unknown to the darksiders who came to the planet seeking knowledge as well as artifact. THey didn't find anything that would serve a purpose for themselves but they did take a couple of the beings on the world as force sensitives. Learning of the danger's and using their knowledge to develop the more refined and compacted cold armor suit that regulates the body of the boy.

His time within the blackguard themselves though was very different as he ascended through the ranks allowing himself to grow within the blackguard itself. As his skills grew he found more a liking for being subtle and going out to study the other beings of the galaxy. learning what made them tick, what made them into people and it gave him a better understanding of how to manipulate them. He wasn't like many of the others standing around while prepared for it.

He spent the rest of his time once promoted and able to exploring the galaxy, learning, becoming stronger and building his skill more in personality. Compared to some of the others who seemed to prefer displays of power and authority. His corruption, his darkness was in getting others to do what he wanted. Finding a sense of pride and ego stroking in convincing someone to go and preform horrible acts in the name of him or the force or the darkside. His own emotions not really there.

As time went on a rogue group of Blackguards appeared, from Rishi where they were all working on things. They unleashed a plague across the galaxy that centered on Dagobah. It attracted some attention but he remained quiet and in the background, watching and waiting to see what he would be able to learn before the battles over the planet came to a head. The massive Harvester fleet was being fought by several other ones. He waited until it was over and they were gone before exploring the world.

There was not much else on the planet left afterwards, reports that they had been on Elrood came but not much else as he went out and checked there with the others. Producing some results with the locals. The ones who had been attacked and seen the dead rise but they were scared allowing him to work with them. The ones who needed it, the ones who wanted to feel stronger. Slowly building up his reputation with them as he taught them how to be stronger, taught them what to do for themselves.

His beginnings of a cult that served him were slowly going out into the outer rim worlds. All fo the works that they were doing to expand and giving all fo their worldly possessions to him, to them, it meant he had all of the servers to his own needs. While this went on and a few became a couple then some more there was more going on in the galaxy. The sounds of it all that was giving dangers when Valen was being contested and fought over. The dangers of the Empire and its axis of evil that broke apart quickly.

The events of Valen showed how united fronts could be torn apart when he was working with his servants. Using them to go out as the beggers of the galaxy and secure alms for the different things they wanted to do. A small easy to work operation that preached unity of the force and peace from the sith or the jedi for those who were force sensitive. It was an attractive thing that they could work with as people came from the dreggs. The lower classes the ones who wanted something to get out fo their lives.

Getting all of them as they brought themselves, their children and their bodies to go out and do what could be done to bring in more. Events across the galaxy itself were proving to be a danger before the temperal anomalies were gone and all of them were pushing forward. The work was becomign something very different until he had them all moving somewhere no one would come looking, somewhere ancient and isolated where onlly a few being lived. As a way to get back to nature and the origin of the force as he put it.

The reality was he wanted them to serve a purpose and with enough of them there on Drongar with him he could use them to scout the nearby systems and keep tabs on other things. Much like how the blackguard sent out their people he would send out his servants who had been empowered by him to use the force. Each feeding him information and collecting resources but when beings might come looking like the jedi for a force user the enhancement would fade leaving a non force user or someone else.

His cult was growing and by the time the netherworld portals came he and many others were snatched away. Stolen into a realm of danger and madness that he fought his way out of. Seeing the destruction at Corellia as he sacrificed those closest to and with him telling them it was the path forward when in reality they were being used to test the rifts so he would know how to get back into the galaxy. Returning and slinking away as he brought news and everything he could having conquered the realms of the dead itself.

To his followers he was something more, something larger then just another being in the galaxy he was becoming almost a god to their minds and in their thoughts when he spread more of his influence. THe numbers had been depleted but that also made it easier to play with the emotions of the others. To let them feel his power and influence as they become more and more under his sway. They were willing to do whatever it was he wanted, willing to die at the merest motion of his hand.

His cult continued until news that there were slavers being targeted in the hast system nearby. He recalled his people from the system as they had been looking at the slaves and bring whichever ones were there before that they could. Who would join them and serve their master allowing a few to return with them. He knew likely that they would be coming to Drongar itself sooner or later to pose a problem when he had them spread out around the planet to work with the different places and start setting traps across the planet.


Intent: TO serve as a plot device for the Silver jedi to craft and build as opposition in their dominions/faction threads.




Faction Credits:
[member="Connor Harrison"] for the name
[member="Joza Perl"] for his darth name
[member="Aria Vale"] for personality edits

The Age Old Struggle: The old abandoned CIS ships and base on the world has been covered and lost into the jungle. The massive army it had covered in vines. Some malfunctioning and reactivating after so long but not as a massive threat. They wer trying to take the world for the old CIS and some of our temporally displaced jedi or allies might be able to aid in investigating that has been going on.

Company Contracts: Are you a medical company, a research group, a construction company looking for a major faction contract. Contact your local silver jedi officer about ways you can participate and get those lucrative contracts that will give you the advancement you need.

Do your own thing: Straightforward, go off and explore but be safe.

Note: This is a Tier 1 dominion (100 posts) with each writer able to make a maximum of 25 each.

[member="Sorel Crieff"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Zak Dymo"] [member="Domino"] [member="Aria Vale"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"] [member="Mabbik"] [member="Millay Vills"] [member="Tyyni Oluja"] [member="Jolyn Vahr"] [member="Naadi Maaro"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="H3xle"] [member="Akio Diachi"] [member="Nyt Rito"] @[member="Kayda Vrieska"] [member="Raknarion Amerok"] [member="Adal Armina"] [member="SilverJedi"]

 
The Age Old Struggle

Naadi had been dropped off near the Jasserak Highlands with afew others, where a Lucrehulk capital ship had been downed by the actions of an Acclamator and other Old Republic ships, in the Battle of Drongar, during the Clone Wars. The Great Ring-like vessel, though largely intact, was torn and broken along its port ring-spar, and would never fly again. The larger half of the port ring-spar had fallen adjacent to the ship, but at an off-angle, creating a wedge-shaped wide section that was open to the planet's weather, and any curious folk or scavengers.

There was also an old large CIS base across from the downed capital ring-ship, about a half-kilometer away and on a slightly higher plateau. It had runways and areas for tending to and launching capital ships, as well as gobs and gobs of starfighters and transports.

Naadi's assigned mission was to investigate reports of strange activity coming from the area, and if possible, either put a stop to it and report as needed, or return and report before returning to the site with back-up.

~ = ~​

Naadi was positively giddy as the jedi ship, that had brought her here and dropped her off, lifted away. She was going to get to visit a Clone Wars battle site ! She didnt even really care that it was raining, so long as she had her jedi robe, and the hood up. The only thing that annoyed her, was the muzzle-like mask given to her to filter out the poisonous spores and pollen that often floated about. It was uncomfortable, and she couldn't really talk while wearing it, but she would rather be silent than dead.

According to history, the battle of Drongar has lasted a full year, and the Republic clone troopers were so bereft of weapons and supplies, that they resorted to rigged up slugthrowers, metal staffs, and vibroswords. The CIS however, being composed of droid forces, were rather static in their tactics.

1-25
allies; unknown
enemies; possibly the battle droids
 
Post: 1/25
Objective: Babysitting a Zeltron Spawnling
Allies: N/A
Enemies: Infants grabby mitts.


How?

That was the question of the hour. How did the felinoid Master get roped into babysitting duty? The spawnlings mother was off doing Force knows what elsewhere, and meanwhile, poor Ryn'Dhal was settling down onto what could be easily described as a picnic seeing with a squirmy infant in his arms.

A heavy sigh was interrupted by a sharp wince, and a reluctant, defeated chuckle. Three of his whiskers currently were found clutched in the surprisingly firm grip of the infant, who was content to coo and cackle at the reactions evoked in response to his grasping hands.

"[member=Joza Perl], you owe me...." the defeated Jedi muttered, before proceeding to making silly faces and vocalizations for the pleasure and entertainment of the spawnling.
 
The Verpine's compound eyes focused in on the B2 battle droid. Rust had covered quite a lot of the droids but the Lucerhulks had their bulkheads sealed off a few of the areas from what would normally be the vacuum of space but seemed to have worked to protect from the moisture of the planet. As it was he had discovered at least twenty droids that he might be able to repair once he had the power cells necessary. Still if he could get one working then he could go make a case to Roche Hive Mechanical Apparatus Design and Construction Activity for Those Who Need the Hive's Machines for a salvage and recovery mission.

Bringing a small knife down D'in's eyes focused in on a single purple wire. This ancient wiring was delicate and would need to be replaced but this particular B2 seemed to be durable enough for a sudden power input. Cutting into the protection around the wire he slowly spliced it with another he'd cut open earlier. As he finished the droid jerked and a red light came on on the droid's left side. Finishing quickly he used space tape to seal the wires then stepped back.

With it's start up sequence complete the droid reared up and almost fell off the table onto it's feet. Sensors scanning the room it spotted an alien, numerous other droids that had been methodically taken apart, two workbenches, what appeared to be canned drinks, survival rations, and finally the helmet of a clone trooper that sat on a small table. Not fully functioning yet the droid raised an arm and tried to fire a rapid series of shots at the perceived threat but instead only got the soft clicking of the cooling vents opening and closing. Turning once more it's systems started to suddenly power off.

Clicking his mandibles in satisfaction the Verpine put down the datapad on the workbench. The droid had functioned perfectly except for the weapons and various systems he'd disabled. Only thing needed now was to wipe it's memory, reprogram it, and prepare it for travel. Going about his work with renewed vigor the Verpine started to pull wiring from one of the dismantle B1s as the ancient Lucerhulk creaked and groaned around him.

[member="Naadi Maaro"]
 
Drongar
Objective: The Riddle of Steel
Post #1

Initially Joza was going to sit out the mission to Drognar given that she had no one to watch Alan, seeing that all of her usual babysitters were conveniently busy. Luckily, help appeared in the felid form and after a bit of hesitation over claws and teeth, Joza left her tiny son in the care of Master @Ryn’Dhal. Ever the newly concerned mother, Joza insisted on going over the baby’s schedule several times, while making sure that Ryn knew where all of the baby accoutrement was. Of course, he was free to contact her at any time for anything.

With her crotch spawn safe and secure, this left Joza to investigate the rumblings of a cult having formed on Drognar. There wasn’t much to go off of, just rumors so far of disappearances and general concern raised from the locals. Making her way through the jungle towards a village, the Zeltron intended to begin her search there. Having been informed of the planet’s atmospheric problems beforehand, a rebreather was fitted snugly to the lower half of her face, lest she encounter the deadly spores.
 
Objective: Monsoon in the Lagoon
Allies: [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]
Post: 1

The shuttle-ride down to Drongar's surface was not without its bumps in the road, what with massive thunderstorms plaguing large areas of the dreary planet. More than once the lightning struck in close proximity to their shuttle, making Thurion tense up each time. As a child he was deathly afraid of thunder and lightning, and being exposed to them this close was out of his comfort zone even decades later. His son sitting next to him didn't seem to have any trouble, fortunately taking after his mother in that regard.

Thurion's hand found Théo's, holding onto him tight and squeezing him with every lightning strike without really thinking about it. "How long until we get down there," he asked the pilot a third time. "ETA three minutes, Grandmaster." The last time he asked it was four minutes. He turned to his son, all grown up now yet he could never unsee the child in him. He tried offering him a smile but another flash of lightning took it away within seconds.

Suddenly the shuttle stopped rocking, and the loud thunderclaps subsided as they broke through the clouds. Only now did he notice his hand squeezing Théo's, and he promptly let go. "Sorry..." he said, feeling slightly awkward as he rubbed his palms against his knees just to keep them busy.
 

Sorel Crieff

Ready are you? What know you of ready?
Sorel headed to Drongar. Why? Because there was a call to attend. What was she going to do when she got there? Of that she had no idea. She was no botanist, nor scientist, nor engineer. And she suspected half of the Order would chase down the most interesting challenge they faced. So she decided to simply turn up. To see what seemed the most interesting to tag along with when she got there – and take it from that point on.

The planet was not precisely welcoming. Mostly uninhabitable, what was suitable for living in was largely tropical – and it had a particularly nasty strain of airborne spore that caused death to anyone who did not have the adequate protection. On one site, Sorel read that eating copious quantities of yeast extract was a good defence. So she ate a whole jar en route, spread primarily on toast. It tasted revolting, so she was hoping the consumption would prove worthwhile.

Her bracelet would deal with the ridiculous temperature and humidity, which only left the monsoons and electrical storms to deal with. Whoever said that interplanetary travel was fun clearly never visited planets like this one!
 
Drongar

Post: 1/25
Objective: The age old struggle

Aria flinched as the rain plastered her hair to her face, fiddling with her hood to try and make it cover her head properly. She'd known Drongar would be a tropical planet - in her head that meant sunshine and beaches, not humid jungles - but had still hoped for slightly less rainy rain. Still, it wasn't all bad: with the weather as her only enemy, today had a chance at being fairly uneventful while fulfilling Aria's constant need for excitement. One rarely got both as a Jedi.

Today's mission was, for once, reasonably straightforward: she was looking for an abandoned army base belonging to the Confederacy of Independent Systems of old. Something along those lines, anyway. Aria would admit to a certain level of detached attention when the whole thing was being explained. Justified, of course. But she'd gotten the general gist of it - the base and its ships appeared to be needing investigation, and along with several others who would likely be poking about a different sector of the jungle, Aria would be doing the investigating, provided the weather didn't stop her first.

Having taken precautions against the varying dangers of Drongar's extreme weather conditions, Aria was mildly grumpy about the rain but felt suitably excited about the exploration. So long as her filter mask didn't fall off if and when she ran into the poison spores, she was expecting a good day.

[member="Nami perl"] | [member="Connor Harrison"]​
 
Objective: Age Old Struggle
Allies: [member="Aria Vale"] [member="Connor Harrison"]
Potential Allies: [member="D’in Ss’ikoo"] [member="Naadi Maaro"]
Posts: 2/25

Nami was wet... even with the robes and bodysuit that was waterproof allowing her to actually not be sick and get wet.... There was just the constant sound of the rain coming down as she was moving with the other jedi. Aria was a former padawan of Connor who was helping and teaching her because of her sister Joza... and there was likely a secret evil twin in there somewhere. Exploring here on the planet itself while she was looking at the jungle and tropical planet indeed. "Well it could be worse." She was guessing while she stood there with her rebreater mask on to protect from the spores and the faint blue glow of the osmatic fields that prevented anything foreign to get through to her mouth or nostrils. She was looking from the area towards the shadows in the jungle that would lead them maybe... hopefully down towards the CIS base. The sounds of others who were working on things provided them everything they needed. "I am Nami Perl, thank you for bringing me along Master Aria."
 
Objective: Monsoon in the Lagoon
Allies: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] and [member="Sorel Crieff"]
Location: Shuttle over Drongar

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Leave it to the professionals....

Well they are busy today and so father and son ventured to Drongar and the lagoon. Already the trip on the shutter had proven insightful, father was impatient to get there but not out of any sense of the mission but to have his feet set firmly on solid ground. The cracking of thunder and flash of lightning lit up the room in the shuttle in which they sat, sending a white light across the walls, the shutter banking hard to avoid any dangers and made for a sickening trip. Théo's stomach felt queezy but he would be able to hold his lunch, father on the other hand .. had his hand. It was not everyday a son got to see a piece of his father that surprised him, reminded Théo that his father is like him, although such storms do not frighten him, but rather remind him of the last one he had experienced, the storm in which the battle of Midvinter took place against the Vinterbound, the storm in which the Gods fought and the day his grandpapa was killed. Théo does not like storms much either...

He did not say a word to his father as the ship approached Drongar, and when the shuttle finally touched down the planet, Théo could heard the pounding rain against the ship. "We have arrived father", he said placing a firm hand on his fathers shoulder as they stood, Théo still not reaching his fathers full height. The old man was looking tired, old(er) but Théo knew why. The recent events over Korriban enough to turn his father's hair white, not that you could tell really. The Rangers and Engineers that had accompanied them readied to leave, gathering their equipment before striding out into the rain.
 
Emberlene's Daughter, The Jedi Generalist
Objective: Bota Botanists
Allies: Unknown

Matsu was looking at everything as different parts were being brought up. Her probes were across the planet looking for what they wanted to find. Large sections of it to find samples of bota that they would be able to start working with for themselves here. Using the information that Taygata and Cathbodua had managed to get for the jedi themselves. The jedi master was bringing up a nuber of things for them to work with on her small displays. The plant they were looking to use was a tree on another planet. Iego specifically that they had dicovered and given the unique properties of Iego they were able to do many more things for themselves. The tree itself was looking to be something they could use to splice in different fruits with genetic engineers while also working on other parts of it. She wanted to see it when she moved over to the one display, seeing others on the planet like [member="Sorel Crieff"] and there were different teams moving towards old areas the CIS had been located. [member="Ryn'Dhal"] was even down there and she wished she had had access to a jedi master babysitter with her five daughters.

Objective: The Riddle of Steel
Participants: [member="Joza Perl"]

The man was moving as the others fanned out, talking about the different things that tey had been able to find and learn across the planet. Above in the skies he could see it as there were ships, new ships like the kind that had been reported appearing over Hast from the Silver jedi but it seemed to be on more of a shakedown run. Something that would be working for the different things they were going to get out of it. A lot of the information was going into things when he heard reports some were talking with the locals about him.. well about them. THe locals dind't really meet him just knew there was a group in the jungle that rarely was seen and no one knew what was happening with it all. So he might have a reason to make an appearance while the rain was going on and the man stepped out into the jungle letting his form stand there under the droplets.

Posts: 3/25
 
Location: Drongar
Objective: The Age Old Struggle
Allies: [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Nami perl"]
Post #: 1 / 25

Connor hadn’t seen Aria Vale since their…training...below the waterfall of Voss. Where fire and ice collided in a number of ways, and where trust and ego had been shifted greatly in a matter of seconds.

With Irajah Ven fixing him up on Dosuun, it was back to getting what mattered – Aria. With the call out for the Silver Jedi to liberate Drongar, it hadn’t surprised him that he hadn’t been included. It only proved one thing and one thing alone. Regardless of the excuse as to why, or who in charge hadn’t signalled him, it was already done. Not a word from even those running the circus; Mr and Mrs Heavenshield, or even any of those he once called "allies".

A batch of Rangers knew little of the Jedi politics, but knew enough of the man called Master Connor Harrison, and provided transport for him in a drop-ship while they moved on to aid the others out in the planet.

So maybe if word got out and embarrassment came, this would simply be a case of “we forgot” or “we assumed”.

Jedi don’t assume. Friends don’t forget.

Connor rested in to partially overgrown archway of the large abandoned CIS outpost where she was heading. His arms folded, cowl wrapped around him, the Rogue Master rested one foot behind on the arch and watched the dense jungle around him. The warm steam rising from the ground, the rain coming down. Mountains teased by mist and trees providing generous protection from above.

A tropical paradise. Or nightmare, depending on how one read the situation.

He waited.
 
Drongar
Mission: The Riddle of Steel
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"]
Post: 1

In the vein of Master Thrace, his now former master, Nicolas heard the call from a Jedi Order to help a planet in their region, and he answered the call. The Azure Star slid from hyperspace, broadcasting an IFF signal identifying it as a Jedi Order ship under the command of Knight Nicolas Thorne. The corvette, looking a bit more weather beaten than it likely should, slid into orbit as the command crew oriented it's movements with the rest of the Silver Jedi fleet.

Nicolas took the one operable J-1 interceptor down to the surface, leaving the ship in a secure area, then donning a breather mask, he exited his ship. He had heard the rumors that a cult was operating on the planet, with an overly charismatic leader. The Silver Jedi was sending at least one Master along, that he knew of, and he felt this was where he would be of most use.

So, he found himself following the footsteps of a Zeltron, striding towards a village in the jungle where the reports had originated. Once he got through to the village, it was fairly easy to spot the Zeltron. He strode up to her, offering a bow of his head and his hand.

"Nicolas Thorne, I figured I'd help you out here."
 
Location: Crashed CIS Lucerhulk-class Battleships
Objectives: Repair a few droids to begin a redesign and adapting them for modern military use.

Neutral/possibly going to get shot for going onto his lawn: [member="Naadi Maaro"]
Post 2 of 25

Tapping on his datapad the droid Verpine adjusted a few of the settings. Restricting its targeting to consider all targets as friendly he nodded. It wouldn't try to engage anything now so long as it was set to safe mode. Activating it again Ss'ikoo watched as the droid began starting up.

A door opened behind the Verpine and a droid shuffled through it. "Master we have guests. Sensors picked up a lifeform approaching this ship and several other energy phenomena in the air." the Siak-series protocol droid said in mechanical buzzy Verpine. It's large eyes took in the room behind D'in as the insectoid turned to face him. "I see you have finished the battle droid." the droid paused for a second "I trust it won't be replacing me, will it?"

Clicking his mandibles in annoyance and ignoring the droids joke he pushed past it. Going into a hallway that already had begun to have water seep in he quickly made his way down it. These locals could be extremely aggravating at times, interfering with his work when he'd made it fairly clear that he was not interested in company. This one he'd set an example of, he'd soon have the battle droids guns activated once the power system was working properly and that would be the perfect time to test out how this droid model approached a target.
 
Post: 2/25
Allies: [member="Nami perl"]
Enemies: The weather
Unwittingly en route to: [member="Connor Harrison"]

Turning her head at the sound of a cheerful voice, Aria saw a pinkish-skinned girl introduce herself as Nami Perl. The last name was familiar, but she knew Nami only through her association with Connor Harrison. Connor, as she'd expected, hadn't been with the fleets that had left for Drongar - she'd be surprised if he even knew what the Jedi were up to of late - but she'd caught word that a Padawan of his, in loose terms, was coming along for the investigations and had wanted to take the chance to meet her. If she was lucky, she might be able to better understand Connor's departure, but Aria genuinely did want to meet the girl as more than a means of explanation.

"You're right, it could be much worse," Aria agreed at Nami's words, grinning at the following 'Master Aria'. "It's nice to meet you, Nami. Thanks for coming along." She wasn't only being polite - it was a genuine help to have somebody being positive around her when Aria's actual capability to be cheerful had lowered exponentially over the last few weeks. Today was better than normal, but her default was somewhat moodier now, so having Nami in her company was a blessing indeed.

Aria could see something that looked a bit like a structure, off in the distance: she made the assumption that the outpost would be the only building in the jungle of the appropriate size and condition to fit the bill, and so started in its direction.
"So, how long have you been in the Order?" Aria asked lightly as they neared the base. She squinted, trying to detect more of the building from under the thick overgrowth; it looked just about how she would've expected. Besides the slight splash of crimson by one archway, it was almost obscured by the vines and other plants whose names she didn't know, and -

Her head whipped around. The colour was too familiar; it wasn't blood, or paint, or a plant, or anything that had place by a jungle army base. She was still several yards away, but could look closely enough to make out...Connor. Wait, what? Oh, that was really bad: twenty-two was far too young to start seeing things. Connor had left, Aria had spent weeks trying to accept as much. Unless she'd been wrong, and he really meant to fight the Jedi...but why them, of all people he could've run into? Why today? Stupid hallucination. She blinked, but he didn't disappear - her tone quietened to a whisper that attempted to remain upbeat and she turned to Nami again.

"You see him too, right?"
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4Um-2xuCcs​

Objective: Monsoon in the Lagoon
Allies: [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]
Post: 2

"Théo, wait." Before Théo could set foot outside the shuttle, his father halted him by tugging at his wrist. As soon as his son turned to face him, Thurion pulled him in for a tight hug. It had been too long since father and son were able to spend time together, and lately he had barely seen him around the Silver Temple. He didn't want this to be just another mission - he wanted to spend time with his only son. He wanted to feel him in his arms again, like old times. It still felt the same, all these years later.

"I'm sorry," he whispered past his ear. "I'm sorry for not being able to spend more time with you." Perhaps he was being selfish; Théodred was a grown man now, and would naturally be looking for a life of his own away from parental supervision. Giving Théo an extra squeeze before pulling away from their embrace, he looked his son in the eye with both hands settled upon his shoulders. "Everything good in me I pass on to you," he told him, moments before leaning in to place a fatherly kiss upon his son's forehead.

"We're so proud of you, your mother and I. I just wanted you to know this." Giving him a last pat on the shoulder, Thurion's lips soon curled into a warm smile before gathering his stuff, clipping his trusty lightsaber to his belt before joining his son out the door to almost immediately get drenched by the pouring rain.
 
The Age Old Struggle

Naadi made her way towards the Lucrehulk. Coming ever closer, she was astounded at the sheer scale of it. At a scale of about 3000 meters in diameter, Naadi, at her mere 2 meters in height, was almost not even there. It was mind-boggling to conventional thought.... Good thing that she was a Jedi, which meant that no amount of durasteel and power conduits could really compare to being capable of being One Within The Force.

http://i.imgur.com/iBRuDN4.jpg- Lucrehulk cut away

Entering into the port-side hangar through a blown out hole at about ground level, she scampered her way through some conduit ways, and emerged into the impressively cavernous hangar, which was made all the more cave-like by having almost no light, save for the beams of light that penetrated through the battle damage and spalling and the like, through the hull. Inwardly, she smiled as a feeling of historical-ness washed over her. Naadi took abit of time to somewhat meditate on what it must have been like during the Clone Wars.

Looking around at what she could see, she slipped into a light trance and imagined the place to be fresh and new, pristine and shiny, ready for battle against Republic Clonetroopers and their brigade and battalion painted armors. Then, it happened - an ambient dread feeling of misery and hate, steeped in images of colored T-visors and explosions. Naadi couldn't help but cringe and recoil away from..... That Feeling, that the place had.

The glamor of a historical place now violently broken and sundered, she did her best to collect herself together, and go onward in her mission. Walking to and fro in the epic hangar, the feline padawan annoyingly stumbled along, tripping over who knows what. Huffing in resentment at hitting the deck face first, she made a decision; lights and power was necessary.

Making her way over to a wall of the hangar, she crawled up a ladder and into into a technical closet, and sought out the power conduits. Grasping the thick cabling, she focused in the Force, and felt out where the cables lead to. Each cable was like a musical note, resonating this way and that. Some cables wound not too far, others reached almost all the way around the ship (were it not for the broken ring-spar). She did however, feel out where the main power generator was.... And was surprised that it was still active.

Someone was here !!

Shocked and surprised, Naadi jolted out of her trance and fell backwards, right out of the closet - and back onto the main hangar deck (about 3 meters). Hitting the floor on her back, the wind painfully snapped out of her, as unseen things clattered about because of her fall.

~ = ~

Painfully laying there for awhile, Naadi slowly recovered from the fall, quietly crying and slowly learning to breathe all over again.


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Potential allies; [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Nami perl"]

Enemies; possibly the battle droids, probably [member="D’in Ss’ikoo"]
 
Post: 2/25
Objective: Babysitting a Zeltron Spawnling
Allies: N/A
Enemies: Infants grabby mitts.


Thankfully, the young Master had settled down with the spawnling in what was likely the only 'dry' places on the hemisphere, literally everywhere else being bog, or under a torrential downpour.

A happy coincidence, because dry babies make happy babies.

Though, the spawnling just stopped being 'happy', and switched gears firmly into being 'screamy'. The young Master looked about, flustered for a moment, knowing the infant couldn't be hungry, he'd eaten less than a half an hour ago, and ate a lot. He even burped good, as the spit-up ridden towel could attest to.

Ryn was just about to tap into the Force to discern the spawnlings malady, when it finally reached him.

His sensitive nose worked the air, a pungent, foul odor reaching his nostrils. Cringing, he looked to the spawnling. "You..... you didn't....." he began, before being interrupted by the infant grunting, and a fresh wave of the stench assaulted the young Master's sensitive nose.

"Force help me...." he muttered, as he donned some disposable gloves, and silenced his natural senses, to allow the Force to guide him, successfully, to change the spawnlings diaper.

Now fresh, and clean, the infant cooed and squealed with delight, as 'Uncle' Ryn played with him, the felinoid's tail bobbing just out of the infants reach, try as hard as the infant might...
 
Objective: Age Old Struggle
Allies: [member="Aria Vale"] [member="Connor Harrison"]
Potential Allies: [member="D’in Ss’ikoo"] [member="Naadi Maaro"]
Posts: 4/25

Nami was looking at Aria and the place they were. Massive jungle with rain and death spores and they wore well she would say clunky but these rebreathers seemed more form fitted to them then anything and adjustable as well as lightweight. Plus they were not heavy as the fields they produced were weightless... kind of hard to complain for it aside from as she looked at Aria and made a sound like she was breathing mechanical. "Master Aria, I am your father." Bahahaha wel it was funny to her while she was walking prepared to go deeper into the jungle and see what they could get for all of them. She was looking out towards the sections of the planet and calming her mind so that she would be able to try and sense the people. She had rather liked the idea of coming along and doing something to help the others to work on and give some coolness to it all.
 
Objective: Monsoon in the Lagoon

Allies: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] and [member="Sorel Crieff"] (not sure if you will join us but you would be welcome to do so).
Location: On ground Drongar. Outskirts of a small village.

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Father still held the capacity to hold him so tightly that it almost cracked his ribs. Yet, the feeling of his father's arms around him always rids Théo of any doubt, or any thing that plagues his mind and thoughts. It is always a safe place for him, regardless of the fact he is a man now. Father is father and son his son until both become one with the force. Life continues, progresses for the both of them but it is the same in many ways, just different in the sense that Théo looks to a different path now he is a man. "I love you Papa", his name for his father since childhood and a name that will always be. A hand raised and rested on his father's forearm as he held him, "No you have not passed on to me all that is good in you, for if you have, then there is nothing left of you". Before they stepped out into the pounding rain, Théo returned his father's gaze, looking into eyes that mirrored his own, he took in all his father's features he could see himself there, he could see those attributes that mother had passed on to him too, it was a mix of the pair of the best stuff. And he was proud to be their son.

He followed his father out of the shuttle and like him, was immediately drowned by the rain. "Only one real difference between you and me Papa.." he said as he started to stride off toward the small village. ".. I'm better looking". A broad cheeky smile met his father as he turned his head to look back, followed by the most devilish wink.

The small village was but a walk away from their location, the ground already slippery with mud and sodden under foot. The village sat in darkness, barely any light streamed from the houses or buildings there, and it was hard to tell what time of day or night it was. The sky above black with storm clouds and only the flashing of the lightning would afford them any vision. Give me snow any day ...

Father and son here to investigate the rumours of foul play within the small village, who would want to disrupt this place, what is it here to attract someone to pay attention to the place? Father might know more, but for now all Théo could sense was a fear within the village, the dangers of nature playing with the minds of those that live here. But there would be more ..

Théo gave orders for the Rangers to move out and secure the parameters and report back if they find anything out of the ordinary. He waited for father, standing with rivers of rain streaming down his face, his hair mattered to his head and drenched to the skin. Yeap, just another day out for the Heavenshields, but Théo was very glad to be with his father and spend time with him .. and learn more of him.
 

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