Step into the Black [ GA Dominion of Indupar ]

[Choli Vyn]

D O M I N I O N * OF * I N D U P A R

OOC information: Here​

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" StarForge Station was a shadowport deep in the StarForge Nebulain Ado sector, which serviced illegal traffic along the Ado Spine. "

Star Forge Station

Objective A: PVP skirmish -- Crime does pay!


Deep within the StarForge Nebula there lies an infamous shadowport; Star Forge Station. Few knew the exact hyperspace jumps or coordinates to its domain, so well hidden it was. Headquarters of the Heralds of Chaos many have attempted to come to stake their claim. Word spread that perchance this jewel could very well be up for grabs for a new owner... were they to only seize it.

The Alliance has heard of various shadowports like this among their territory, but with the vastness of space being so big, it is difficult to pin point these smuggling operations. Perchance they too will hear word of an upcoming conflict as they investigate further? Will they act or will they merely stand in the sidelines to see just what may come of it? Could opportunity be found with whomever will come to take charge over the shadowport?

Whichever crime syndicate or group successfully roleplays taking it over amidst the battle claims the station and smuggling sneakiness!

This will be uses as a basis for future criminal RP within the Alliance. So please have fun!

Objective A: PVP skirmish -- Crime does pay!
Gang: Your gang/ group/ organization
Allies: Your gang allies, tag them here
Enemies: if you are fighting anyone
Objective: Get that Starforge Station booty.

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T H E * A D O * S E C T O R

Objective B: PVE- Trade building through any of the local Ado Sector worlds / Diplomatic talks

With the ongoing expansion of the Galactic Alliance, more and more worlds are choosing to become a part of the Federation.

The latest influx of worlds came from the Ado Sector. With twelve systems under its vicinity, there is an opportunity for the NJO Diplomatic Corps and that of the Galactic Alliance to smooth over the transition into the Federation.

Alongside are the continual ongoing humanitarian aid, reconstruction, and expansion of trade throughout the Rimma Trade Route, Ado Spine, and the Senex Trace.

For those companies looking to spread and build within Alliance space, please feel free to review the various systems and trade routes to land a GA contract.

Spoiler: Guidelines

Any NJO or GA official may meet with the leaders of any of these planets to include the Induparan Crown Worlds, They are ruled by the InduparanMonarchy and House Indupar. ( @Darth Vizios is a contact for the House.)

As for Trade building:

Requires at least 5 posts completing one of the following:

1. Humanitarian aide
2. Reinforcements of Trade Hyperlanes
3. Reconstruction in any of the planets
4. Building a company branch within Indupar 's Trade Station Hub.

Confirmation will be confirmed by an Alliance and/or Indupar Monarchy Ambassador. The more you post ( at about 15 to 20 posts, then the possibility of a Major Faction Sponsorship is in the cards.) Neutral to Alliance friendly companies only ( obviously ic based )

Trade Lanes

• Rimma Trade Route
• Ado Spine
• Senex Trace

Systems in Ado sector

• Ec Pand system
• Eiattu system
• Garcornia system
• Hapuntep system
• Indupar system
• Ithori system
• Jabor system
• Killisu system
• Medth system
• Silvestri system
• Tshindral system
• Yankirk system

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O T H E R S P A C E
Alliance Carrier Ship | Dawn's Horizon


Objective C: PVE Fight against the incoming Charon Menace!!

A deep space exploration Alliance vessel has found themselves a part of a massive hyperspace accident. You don't know where you are but it becomes increasingly apparent that you are now in Otherspace!

It is up to the Alliance crew and its passengers to avoid or clash with the Charon, who have discovered your location and are closing in FAST!

Be a member of the Alliance, a civilian passenger, or what have you to place yourself in this precarious situation as you join together to fight the Charon and escape Otherspace!

Spoiler: Notes and Guidelines

This may also serve as the void stone requirement as long as you are active in completing the void stone mission in its entirety as explained in the Void Stone Restricted material Challange.


Void Stone: With two or more characters that your character does not already know, get trapped in Otherspace by a hyperdrive accident and escape.

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And of course...

Objective D: Bring your own Objective.
Self-explanatory xD

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Post: 1/20 (writer) 1/5 (IGR)
Objective: Reconstruction of banking infrastructure
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Location: Jabor

Lately IGR made everything they could to fill in the gaps no one else wanted to do: insurance, land reclamation, construction, and also started out as a real estate brokerage company. Knowing that their future in Alliance-space was secure, she wanted to emulate the Confederacy of Independent Systems in their approach to business - especially since she knew one such Confederate in person, and a Jedi no less. She might have had a Confederate bank to get an insurance policy for the contents of their vault, and she knew more about banking than almost any Jedi in either Alliance or Confederate service. So it was natural that Cathul was going to build up the bank on Jabor - by now IGR was already one of the major names in the Alliance - and galactic - financial landscape. Sure in terms of doctrine Cathul was closer to Confederate Jedi than NJO, let alone Mando Jedi (or witch), so now was her meeting with the central bank of Jabor to be held:

"Greetings, my name is Cathul Thuku, CEO of IGR Brokerage"

"Call me Tetrus. Ah, I've heard about your corporation and how it provided deposit insurance to the Confederacy of Independent Systems"

"Really, I did that? I provided the Confederates with deposit insurance for their banking assets?"

"You yourself seem to be, as a Jedi, closer to how Confederates operate vs. typical Alliance Jedi"

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Objective C

Passenger Quarters
ANS Dawn's Horizon
Otherspace

Tortured skeins of hyperlight faded outside the cabin's porthole. Blue-white radiance became black starlines on a gray backdrop, an inverted universe. Ajira backed away from the view and sank onto her bunk.

Why now? she said to herself, in silence. What are the odds that I'd find myself back here?

She said again and glanced out the porthole, then examined herself in the cabin's mirror. By another name, wearing another face, she'd fought the Charon deep in the Unknown Regions. Years of desperate war. Force but she'd been young, newly Sith-poisoned, still a Jedi Knight at heart. Still a hero.

Thirty years back, maybe? Forty? No, it couldn't be that long. Garrett Granth and the rest might have passed ages back, but Asemir Lor'kora was still running around the galaxy, wasn't he?

Regardless, Ajira Cardei hadn't fought the Charon. Probably shouldn't know much if anything about Otherspace. Had never boarded an undead cyborg starship, a Charon cruiser appropriated from one of their many victim species. Had never held void stone or tasted ichor. Had never faced an enemy like what lurked in gray space between purged galaxies. Had never scrambled to replace or repair a hyperdrive while Charon poured in through hull breaches.

Lady Ajira Cardei might be just about useless here. And the mask absolutely needed to remain.

Cardei, an ODF naval vet, would know not to flood the comms after an incident like this. Therefore, Ashin Varanin sat on her bunk and waited for someone to tell this extraneous passenger what she already knew.

 

[Noire Vanya Tal]

En route to the Eiattu system
Objective B: PVE- Trade building through any of the local Ado Sector worlds
1/5 post for Aurum Saccs Bank contract expansion into the Ado Sector
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Noire would quietly sit in her shuttle, reviewing the datapad in her lap. The contents held information on the Ado Sector, a sector in the Mid Rim. It included the territory of the Induparan Crown Worlds such as Indupar and Ec Pand among eleven others. Although the area appears to have been relatively lightly garrisoned: the space-lanes of the Induparan Crown Worlds were protected by a Force Escort Squadron.

All of it was interesting information for what the Companion was to partake in. Her task was to expand the reach of Aurum Saccs Bank across Alliance space. The way to successfully increase availability was to open a main branch within each of the twelve systems.

The first stop would not be to the Indupar Crown worlds, but to the Eiattu System. There, the Monarchy had set up a meeting to discuss potentially investing in the galactic reach of Aurum Saccs bank and Arceneau Trade. With luck, they could potentially provide a method of extending reach for the small Monarchy not only in trade goods but in the economy.

Spoiler: Noire's Datapad

Trade Lanes

• Rimma Trade Route
• Ado Spine
• Senex Trace

Systems in Ado sector

• Ec Pand system
• Eiattu system
• Garcornia system
• Hapuntep system
• Indupar system
• Ithori system
• Jabor system
• Killisu system
• Medth system
• Silvestri system
• Tshindral system
• Yankirk system

 

[Saffron]

Objective C
Passenger Quarters
ANS Dawn's Horizon
Otherspace | @Ajira Cardei | [member="Ciana Teigra"]

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Amidst the rumble of the carrier, Saffron quietly flipped a Sabacc card onto her desk. Most would consider cartomancy a charlatan's trick, but for the blonde clone, it was very much tinged in reality. A method the Force would manifest itself upon her. Something had tugged at her to read the cards, a sensation that ran down the length of her spine. It was a pressing need, a way to clarity.

For most of the clients Saffron had dealt with, there was a sense of fear the Companion could glean from them. Anxiety and curiosity, for who didn't want to know what the future would hold? What sort of clarity could bring them riches beyond means, or love. However, not every card held joy or riches.

It was those fortune tellings that most were quick to ignore. However, Saffron knew that they held a measure of merit. The future was ever flowing, constantly on the move, but to a degree it all came back to the signs on the cards.

So when the Destroyed Battleship appeared upon the face of the Sabacc card Saffron had plucked out from the deck, her blood seemed to turn to liquid ice.

For the Destroyed Starship implied "cataclysmic changes in the near future, death and destruction." Some would even say it to be "the worst card in the whole deck."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Post 2

Objective C

Passenger Quarters
ANS Dawn's Horizon
Otherspace
[member="Ciana Teigra"] [member="Saffron"]

The bulkheads hummed with the footfalls and voices of the carrier's crew. The captain would have sounded action stations by now. The chief engineer would be reporting a major hyperdrive malfunction.

This vessel might have a backup hyperdrive. The Galactic Alliance fielded three carrier models: the Tenloss-built Metellos and the old ODF Belsar and Iblis. Of the three, last Ajira had checked, only the Iblis had a backup drive, though admittedly things could have changed. Her consultative role, focusing on the New Class developments, hadn't covered hyperdrive setup for this particular ship. She slid off her deck and opened her datapad. If the carrier had a backup hyperdrive, a simple jump would take them out of Otherspace -- but nobody aboard would have a reason to know that. And absent any navigational data here, no self-respecting captain would risk a hyperjump from point to point in Otherspace, except in dire circumstances. No, a backup hyperdrive -- if any -- wasn't likely to be considered as an option. Again, this all fell within the realm of 'things Ajira shouldn't know for certain.'

Battle stations meant the carrier's infonet was locked down, and she didn't have the full blueprints on the pad. The only communique was a blinking 'please remain in your quarters' message. With a grimace, she tucked away her datapad. Another shiver ran through the hull, this one harsh, arrhythmic. Light flared outside the porthole. She put her ear to the bulkhead.

Once you heard the sound of Charon biomachines cutting through hullmetal, you never forgot it.

Coldly, she forced herself to evaluate her options. Like any self-respecting Naboo noblewoman, she traveled with a small, chrome pistol. That would have to do. Risk of discovery had been too great to chance a lightsabre. She could use the Force, but only in very small ways, consistent with Ajira Cardei's untrained and modest Force-sensitivity, a matter of public record. That didn't leave her much to work with.

 

[Doctor Yan Korab]

With a jolt Doctor Yan woke up, immediately trying to sit up just to knock his head into a shelf which amplified the headache he was feeling.

"Auuugh."

He groaned out as the mask did nothing to numb the impact, he pulled himself against the metal wall behind him, rubbing his forehead to massage the pain away. He looked about his environment, a cramped tiny room filled with shelves and tools unfamiliar to him.

[Runian] "Hallo?! Kan noen høre meg?!" (Hello?! Can anyone hear me?!)

Yan called out from the darkness and waited few seconds. Hearing no response, only silence, he put his face back into his hands, giving out an annoyed and desperate groan. Looking around again and reaching out to push on the walls encircling him the Doctor could only determine that he was trapped in some sort of metal casket, probably buried alive by that mechanical being or one of those barbaric lizards that dragged him away from his home on Midvinter. He combed through his memories trying to determine what was the last thing he remembered.

He was on some of those alien worlds in a dusty small tavern of some sorts, trying to find someone to take him back to Midvinter, or at least understand him. Somebody then handed him a drink, he decided to take the risk and chalk it up as a peace offering. Of course he was wrong and that's where his memories ended, apparently, drugged, he was then stuffed into this weird coffin he now found himself in. Yan reached to his back to check his belongings, his bow and quiver were still there, that's good, and the strange staff he got from the metal being when it abandoned Yan on an alien world. Outside of that it seemed everything else was taken from him, except a couple of knives, some random trinkets, and his water pouch.

Yan sighed and pushed himself up, fighting against the pounding headache still bothering him. He winded up and smashed his fist into the wall in front of him,

BANG

He yelped in pain and shook his hand, deciding that was a bad idea,

[Runian] "Hallo?!" (Hello?!)

He called out again, lifting his foot to kick at the door to no effect. He decided to get fancy then, taking a combat stance and winding up to do a spin kick, which resulted only in him somehow kicking the door backwards and launching himself into the shelves, knocking over its contents with a clatter,

[Runian] "Enhver?" (Anybody?)

Yan whined as he desperately pounded on the metal surface and scratched on it like a dog trying to get out. He had an idea then, taking his bow and one of those arrows he took aimed at the wall in front of him, deciding he could try and shoot a hole through it to see what was on the other side.


[member="Ajira Cardei"], [member="Ciana Teigra"], [member="Saffron"],

Meanwhile,
On ANS Dawn's Horizon,
Otherspace,

BANG-BANG-BANG

Loud banging and the cacophony of clattering metal would emanate from one of the janitorial supply closets among the sound of the ship's hull being cut.

 

[Popo]

Objective A
Gang: Tenloss Corporation
Allies: Dunno yet
Enemies: Opposing gangs
Objective: Take the station

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MzrpimZc0E​

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Hidden, secret, secure... Or so it was thought. As clangs and bangs sounded from the docking area, it became clear that hidden and secret the station might be, but it was far from secure. With a slow and quiet scraping, the main docking bay gradually opened and handfuls of armed troopers darted out. They took up positions and methodically swept the location to ensure no one was lying in wait, preparing for the opportune moment for an ambush. For the men and women completing the task, there was no apprehension, no nervous chatter. They were veterans before coming to their current employer and were experienced to the work at hand. This much was ensured.

Tenloss only hired the best, after all.

The troopers spread out, the docking bay they'd landed in cleared and deemed safe. They'd found no one so far. As they moved on to check doorways, hatches, and access points, more figures emerged from the bay doors and their dropship. A few troopers carried more specialized weapons, some sporting disruptor weapons that were the hallmark of their employer. A select few carried sensor equipment and began scanning the area. Even the most skilled assassins, after all, had few ways to hide from the most advanced technology, Force or no Force.

As they got to work, a massive shape emerged from the darkness. In one hand, it carried a long staff that it used almost as a walking stick, were it capable of walking. The other carried only a helmet, the T-shaped visor glinting dully in the artificial lighting. It was clad in heavy armor, moved with a barely perceptible hiss of repulsors, and from over its shoulder peeked the barrel of an E-Web cannon. For the figure to appear in such a place meant that the location, and subsequent mission, were of utmost importance to Tenloss' leadership.

"Status report," Popo asked as he moved into the docking bay, the repulsors of his armor allowing him to keep pace with his bipedal soldiers with relative ease.

"Docking bay secure, troopers are fanning out into other areas," stated the security sergeant as he walked beside the shell Hutt. "We're proceeding with the battle plan and as soon as the heavier equipment is unloaded, we'll start for the key locations you laid out."

"Good, in that case, let's get some scouts out," was the only response from the Hutt. The sergeant nodded once and spoke quickly into his commink. A few moments later, a dozen speederbikes darted out from the transport ship and, after carefully navigating their comrades moving throughout, sped off deeper into the station.

"While they're out, let's get the rest of the troops into the hangar," stated the Hutt. Once more, the sergeant turned to mutter into his commlink as Popo moved onwards.

A few moments later, the air began to vibrate as the sounds of engines roared to life. Tenloss was determined to take the station and for that reason alone, Popo had sanctioned the use of what had made Tenloss famous throughout the galaxy. Heavy importance meant heavy armor.

And Popo had brought the heavy armor.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

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[member="Ajira Cardei"], [member="Saffron"], [member="Ciana Teigra"], [member="Doctor Yan Korab"]


Totally not reassuring communiques of the 'please remain in your quarters' variety? Check. Apparent hyperdrive accident? Check. Ominous rumbling and disturbing sounds of something doing unpleasant things to the ship's hull? Check.


Elpsis Elaris was officially creeped out by this sequence of events. Alas, farsight was not an exact science. Or even particularly precise. If it were, she would've known that Raien Keth would ambush her in a bar and kick her arse, though not before she'd melted his hand, thank you very much. She would've also known that the explosion of a reactor aboard the Omega would blind her.


Or that the pirate cruiser she and [member="Abaigeal E'ron"] 'requisitioned' would crash on Tash-Taral. The list could go on and on. Thus she'd been left with inconclusive dreams that told her something bad was going to happen. She heard loud, insistent banging and a cacophony of clattering metal, coming from what seemed like a supply closet in the janitorial area. Ok, we're not in Tatooine anymore, she thought because this writer needed to make a bad meta reference.


[Runian] "Hallo?!" (Hello?!)

[Runian] "Enhver?" (Anybody?)


The redhead did not understand the language, but through her empathy she felt the wave of fear and confusion hit her like a flood. The door to the maintenance room was forced open. "Hey, you're locked inside? I'm here to help," she said lamely, stretching out with her empathy to calm whoever was inside the closet a bit. For some reason, the door knob refused to yield. So she carved the door open with her glowstick.


Then she suddenly heard the twisting and grinding of metal when something began to cut its way through the hull. Oh, dear, this was not good. I should've brought my armour. And a shotgun, she thought to herself.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Objective A: PVP skirmish -- Crime does pay!
Gang: El Dorado
Allies: [member="Thraxis"], @Gregor Montague, [member="Desmond C'artyom"]
Enemies: @Everyone
Objective: Get that Starforge Station booty.

Causstik was a pirate plain and simple. He justified his means by saying it was the will of his God, but the truth was he was just a Schizophrenic Pyro-Maniac. He and his crew had infiltrated the port under the guise of "smugglers". Apparently the former owners had come up dead or something. Which meant opportunity for the rest of the galaxy. They secured the coordinates then plotted course. When their ships had landed the cargo holds began to open with a misty hiss and over a hundred Trandoshan's came pouring out. They secured the port then divided up into platoons. One platoon was to secure the armory, another for the weapon's store, and another to guard their part of the port. Causstik was playing wild card.

They broke up into smaller squads and began moving through the buildings and alleys. It was a grurellia war. A war that he and his people had learned to perfect defending the jungles of their Homeworld. Causstik's war band had been in a few scraps and over time they had developed a name not only as privateers, but as Slavers too. And so the locals were smart enough to keep their yaps shut. His Trandoshan's would set up ambush points in the narrow streets firing down on enemy positions from above only to disappear into the houses or alleys. The heavy armor could not maneuver the terrain as well as they could and they'd use that to their advantage.

 

[HK-36]

Objective A: PvP Skirmish- Crime Does Pay!
Gang: Firemane, New Jedi Order Syndicate
Allies: [member="Poro Maaht"], [member="Drystan Talroth"] anyone else from Galactic Alliance who wants to join in
Enemies: [member="Causstik Rahn"], maybe [member="Popo"]
Objective: Brief the Padawan, Prepare for Deployment,

The Siege Tower,

The Nebulon frigate was leading a small fleet of Galactic Alliance vessels, nothing too big, too suspicious, pretty much just the frigate and a reasonable escort, just another convoy passing through the nebula and stopping by the Shadowport for some repairs and resupplying while wanting to stay away from legitimate and government controlled stations. Or so it would seem, in truth the fleet was bringing in small Alliance force, well small by Major Faction standards but big enough to threaten crime syndicates and gangs that wished to take control of the station, if it would come to it. The force consisted mostly of Guild of Hammers troops the droid brought along with some Firemane volunteers, like Drystan, and then any other Alliance force others would bring along with them, however the machine hoped he would not have to deploy any of the soldiers under his command, his primary mission was to investigate the station, assess its current state and value to the Alliance, and "bring order" if necessary.

That is why he was given the assistance of Padawan Poro Maaht in this mission, and to provide some tutelage to the young Kel Dor while the Jedi Order was still low on teachers and Masters to teach every Padawan, outsourcing to other beings knowledgeable in the ways of the Order and the Force like the droid,

"Padawang?"

The droid's voice rung out through the crew quarters,

"Padawang Maaht, where are you?"

HK repeated, looking for the young Jedi assigned to him, purposefully mispronouncing his title.

He took his comlink, on Poro's side his own communication device would start to beep, indicating there was a holo transmission incoming, once activated the blue form of the armored droid would appear, cloak cascading off of his shoulders,

"We are about to exit hyperspace, are you ready for deployment?"


As one of the older beings in the Galaxy, and being around during the time of the Galactic Civil War, HK was able to provide the Alliance with hyperspace routes that could lead to potential location of the Star-Forge, of course the station was hyperspace-capable and often changed its location around the Nebula, however there were only so many places it could hide in, once they made contact with the right smugglers it was rather easy to confirm it.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Post: 2/20 (writer) 2/5 (IGR)
Objective: Reconstruction of banking infrastructure
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Location: Jabor

"The Confederacy of Independent Systems? How do you even know about how their own Jedi operate?"

"To be fair, the Confederates have always been more corporate than the Alliance. I just assumed that would also be reflected in their supply of Force-users"

"The First Confederacy fielded a few Dark Jedi here and there, but the Second had a limited supply of actual Jedi to their name"

"How do you intend to rebuild the banking system?"

Speaking of limited supply, that was extremely limited: the Confederacy could count on one hand the number of Jedi they had at their disposal: Julie, Catria, Jessica, Summer, in order of seniority as Jedi. Their supply of Jedi has dwindled since the Techno Union folded. But was Cathul prime Confederate material? Not sure. She was a corporate raider all right, just that she had too much business interests in Alliance-land to desire to enter Confederate service. Plus she was just sponsored by the Alliance concerning Kriselist. That was to be a major deal to her. Too big perhaps to escape his mind. But Tetrus' question sowed doubts in her mind. Most important was going to be 1) tight regulation of lending and 2) deposit insurance. These are to be the two big items on her banking agenda as to how she would run a bank; investment was to be a little secondary although admittedly a little real estate-heavy since it also owned a construction company and a land reclamation one.

 

[Darth Caecus]

Objective A: PVP skirmish -- Crime does pay!
Gang: Crimson Resurgent
Allies: ​[member="Erin Vikar"] [member="Kalinai Soluza"] [member="Olidiv Kenu"] [member="Allan Bandar"] [member="Niysha"]
Enemies: Bar Brawlers
Objective: Get that Starforge Station booty. Drink and Fight.
1/20

Lean Nuuti Bar and Grill​

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LE0q5cSmhaM[/media]​

Saede Taggart, Captain of the Crimson Resurgent, casually slammed her half empty mug of Shasa Ale in to the back of a Rodian's skull. It hadn't been what had started the bar brawl of course. In fairness, she wasn't entirely certain what had started the bar fight. That was often the way of things when a pirate crew came strolling in with credits to burn and a thirst to wake the gods. The statuesque redhead peered in to her cup as the Rodian slid bonelessly to the floor. Most of her drink had spilled.

The ale wasn't very good anyway.

The dank, dark hole that was Lean Nuuti Bar and Grill practically boiled with the bar brawl in progress. The crew of the Resurgent had come here from Vjun, flush with goods and needing a way to off load them. As Saede hadn't set up enough contacts to fence the goods directly themselves, they'd come here, StarForge Station. In 500 years, it hadn't really changed at all. There were still too few, cramped tables being served by one depressing droid. Still shifty looks and stolen merchandise being exchanged. And still rowdy bar fights breaking out when someone looked at someone else in a way they took offense to.

It felt good, to know that some things never changed.

"Oye, Vikar, Soluza," Saede called over the din.

A smuggler came in swinging. She turned her back to him, pivoting on her left foot. Ducking in to a crouch, she almost casually grabbed him by the elbow as his fist swung over her head. Standing up swiftly, she locked his elbow over her shoulder. Using her height and leverage, the pirate twisted her hips and threw him. The man went crashing over the bar, knocking down bottles and filthy glasses.

She turned back to the other women as if nothing had happened. "Do these folks seem a little more.... tense?... than usual? Or is it just me?"

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Objective A: PVP skirmish -- Crime does pay!
Gang: Crimson Resurgent
Allies: ​[member="Saede Taggart"] | [member="Kalinai Soluza"] | [member="Olidiv Kenu"] | [member="Allan Bandar"] | [member="Niysha"]
Enemies: Bar Brawlers
Objective: Get that Starforge Station booty. Drink and Fight.
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"Think ya right, 'Cap." Vikar called out, before firmly putting her boot down. Bone crunched as force was applied to the offending knee cap beneath her foot and the burly Arkanian yelped in pain, then he started to crawl away from her -- which was fine enough for her, 'cus she still had a battle to win here.

The dart flew true once again, hitting the little red orb in the middle of the dartboard, right next to its brother dart. Credit chips were pulled off the table and into her pockets. Her competition was still trying to crawl away from her, but that wasn't her fault. He had accused her of cheating!

Which wasn't exactly untrue, but then he started swinging his big, meaty fist.

At that point it had been either him or her, in Erin's honest opinion.

"Very touchy all round, been that way since we got here." The pirate remarked, while taking a bite from her grilled nuna on a stick, fecking deli~

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Objective A: PVP skirmish -- Crime does pay!
Gang: El Dorado
Allies: [member="Thraxis"], @Gregor Montague, [member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Mephite"]
Enemies: @Everyone
Objective: Get that Starforge Station booty. Blow Sh1t up

"Hmmm..."

Desmond paused to survey the surrounding streets and buildings. It seemed the buildings mostly were bits of shanty huts built on top of old derelict ships. At the intervention of the foreigners the locals took to their homes, which was just fine with Des. The sky was dark as was expected from a smuggling station constantly adrift in the middle of nowhere space and the streets were only lit by the occasional light. Des and his platoon had been scouting the town and word of heavy armor was coming in. Along with the much dreaded alliance "Fuzz".

"Well, boys," Des looked to his scaly companions "Lets see what Foss has been cookin' in the kitchen,"

With that said they walked back into the small abandoned ship they had commandeered as their HQ. The building was musty and covered in mold. Worn furniture sat here and there with a few lazy lounging Trandoshan's sitting idly by. Old scraps of news paper covered the windows and gave the place a dark tint only dispelled by the occasional candle. A trap door under a rug gave way to a set of escape tunnels which were actually just the buried under belly of the abandoned ship. A.K.A The sewers. Des made his way into the "kitchen" and in it he spotted a Trandoshan with a chef hat and an apron on. Around the burly beast sat an array of house hold chemicals that had been "donated" from near by neighbors.

"Well Foss how's our I.E.D's coming?" His forces had already planted a few along the main roads. In sewage drains, garbage cans, and of course ye' olde fake baby cryin' in a stroller gag. Foss gave the man an amused canine filled grin.

"Well me thinks i'll have the biggest bomb ready 'n 'bout 'nother hour or so," the ugly bastard hissed "Another twenty bombs be over there, they gots the ammonia. Gives 'em a nice chemical touch," At the mention of ammonia the lizard patted his pecker and Desmond smelled the distinct smell of piss coming from a distillery. Disgusting.

"Well where's the other bombs?"

"Over there," Foss pointed to there demolition expert who was currently juggling a makeshift baby bomb, a large conglomeration of pipe bombs, and smoking a cigar. Des shook his head.

"Quit that, we got work to do. Those bombs aren't gonna blow themselves up,"

 

[Saffron]

Objective C
Passenger Quarters
ANS Dawn's Horizon
Otherspace | @Ajira Cardei | [member="Ciana Teigra"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Doctor Yan Korab"] | @Keric Dynt
| 3 |

At the Bridge

"Where are we?" the Captain demanded of his crew. Things were hectic. The sound of klaxons as the various systems attempted to come back online now went ringing through the carrier.

"We don't know, Sir, I'm still trying to narrow it down -- it just doesn't make any sense---"

"Well find out!" he blasted out. Wherever they were after the hyperdrive accident, he had hundreds of souls under his care and responsibility.

Out in the black of Otherspace, another vessel had picked up on the sudden arrival of the ANS Dawn's Horizon.



At the sound of the klaxons, Saffron panned her head up. Biting her lip, she quickly collected her cards, shoving them into a small satchel. What was going on? That cold, dreading sensation lingered.

Moving towards the exit of her cabin, the young blonde woman could feel more than hear the panic rising around her. Wide hazel eyes grew larger once she came to the door. Part of her said she should stay put, another told her that she could help, at least in some way.

 

[Noire Vanya Tal]

En route to the Eiattu system
Objective B: PVE- Trade building through any of the local Ado Sector worlds
2/5 post for Aurum Saccs Bank contract expansion into the Ado Sector
| 4 |

Noire's shuttle landed on the landing pad of the Eiattu Royal Palace for incoming guests. The hum of the engines dwindled to a low whine as the shuttle doors opened for the Companion to exit. Meeting her there was Vieel Ca, assistant of the Minister of Finance at Eiattu.

"Welcome Miss Vanya Tal, to our humble city." he gave a small bow in welcome before rising. "I am Vieel Ca, your escort for this meeting."

"Namaste, Mister Vieel Ca." Noire said in turn, smiling gently.

"Please follow me," Vieel would gesture, offering his hand for the woman to take.

"Thank you."

Beside them were four guards for their protection. Up ahead was the Imperial Palace. It was a sight to behold.

"I hope your trip went well?" Vieel would ask.

"It did, thank you." Noire replied, the Kiffar took his hand, bracing herself for any overflow of memories that may pass. That was the hardship of being a Kiffar. Psychometry had a ways of showing itself if the emotion was particularly strong. Otherwise, it required consistent meditation for it.

Spoiler: Noire's Datapad

Trade Lanes

• Rimma Trade Route
• Ado Spine
• Senex Trace

Systems in Ado sector

• Ec Pand system
• Eiattu system
• Garcornia system
• Hapuntep system
• Indupar system
• Ithori system
• Jabor system
• Killisu system
• Medth system
• Silvestri system
• Tshindral system
• Yankirk system

 

[Popo]

Objective A
Gang: Tenloss Corporation
Allies: Dunno yet
Enemies: [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Erin Vikar"] [member="Saede Taggart"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Causstik Rahn"]
Objective: Take the station

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bKAc8GcQL0I​

One by one, the tanks emerged from the dropship and rolled out onto the deck plating. Six Tenloss Reliants and two of the 'Easy Eights' variants had taken up positions. No hatches were open, no crewmembers lounged about outside. The Hutt had ordered full seals on the tanks, knowing they were not only going into close quarters, but also into an area where atmosphere loss could be a possibility. He'd been on Roche. He knew what had happened. He'd seen it firsthand.

"Sir, the area is clear," came the call over the Hutt's commlink. He nodded once and waved a massive hand, signalling the driver of the lead Reliant to move. As the deck rumbled and rattled around him, he pulled on and sealed his helmet.

"Any concern we might have been better off with the element of surprise, sir?" asked the sergeant in charge as he checked over his own weapon.

"Sergeant, I am a Hutt. They expect Hutts to come in with the biggest hammer that is expected and so I have obliged. They expected numbers, they expected swarms of slaves or a small number of highly paid mercenaries and bounty hunters. What they do not expect is what I am bringing, nor do they expect why, exactly, I'm here."

"And what reason is that, exactly, sir?"

"Something above your pay-grade, sergeant. Lets get the rest of the men moving and get the last of the tanks out. Now that we're moving this much armor, we should expect guests, curious or not."

Nodding once, the sergeant barked a few commands and, moments later, the two Tempest AA tanks rolled out onto the deck. Suited for anti-starfighter operations, the two tanks would be hell on wheels for anyone unlucky enough to catch their ire. Ineffective against armored vehicles, the two tanks would rip into infantry like a lightsaber through flesh and since Popo had brought the only armored vehicles he knew of...

The Hutt moved forward, keeping pace with the tanks as they rumbled out on their mission. Throughout the station, those close by would feel the deck vibrate with the many tonnes of heavy armor rattling forward. It was up to them, however, to determine what caused it and if they dared investigate.

Behind them a heavier, louder engine roared to life, its rumbling call reminiscent of a hell-beast stalking from its den. Beneath the beskar helmet, Popo smiled.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Post: 3/20 (writer) 3/5 (IGR)
Objective: Reconstruction of banking infrastructure
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Location: Jabor

"Deposit insurance is key here, and also tight regulation of lending"

"Convince me that you're different from these Confederates and we'll talk"

"We intend to provide deposit insurance coverage up to 100k credits, so that, in the event of failure of the bank, all is not lost"

"All that you're telling us here is that you're doing banking almost the same as the Confederates"

"Not true: Confederates are much less heavily regulated with respect to banking than the Alliance even though the Alliance tends to leave planetary central banks decide the course of action to take for interest rates"

Higher interest rates for lending means higher interest rates for bank accounts. Of course, the cost of deposit insurance is usually covered in the maintenance costs of bank accounts. She knew banks could fail, she knew bank failures were little comfort, but corporate bank accounts usually contained much more money than individuals'. In which case 100k credit coverage would mean that the corporate accounts would suffer much more than the individuals, further damaging an economy should a bank failure occur. On the one hand consumer segments of the economy are important, but on the other, corporate segments mattered as far as the ability to provide jobs to the population is concerned. Not anything or everything could be service-based: industrial sectors and their financial well-being was important, and she knew it better than anyone else.

 

[Drystan Talroth]

Objective A: PvP Skirmish- Crime Does Pay!
Gang: Firemane
Allies: [member="HK-36"], Alliance Folks
Enemies: [member="Popo"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Erin Vikar"] [member="Saede Taggart"]
Objective: Prepare for action


The last time that Drystan had gotten himself involved in the affairs of the galaxy beyond his homeworld, he had been unprepared, underarmed, and unaware of what was going on. This time, he had the time and equipment to prepare himself, however, which was why along with a few of the Guild of Hammers troops who were present in the ship's crew quarters, he was suiting himself up, preparing for the combat that nobody really wanted to engage in, but everyone was prepared for nonetheless.

He was putting on the last plates of His armor when a familiar droid wandered into the crew quarters. He'd met HK-36 on Geonosis, during the Techno Union debacle, where they'd gotten on well. Drystan liked the automaton, even before he'd heard of the droid's fearsome reputation.

"Good to see a familiar face," He called out, waving a hand at his friend. The funny thing was, he realized as he hailed the droid, most of the weaponry he was carrying today was a product of HK's Guild of Hammers. The pair of Magnetic shattergun revolvers he'd requested were strapped to leg holsters. The electro-cestus' (His personal favorite piece of equipment of the moment) were HK's inventions. The only thing that his new friend wasn't responsible for was the pair of wickedly sharp axes that he'd been gifted long ago by the Vashyada he'd lived with for a time

Nobody wanted the takeover of the station to turn bloody. But if it did, Drystan would be damned if he was caught unprepared again.