Strength Through Joy [FO Dominion of Trenwyth Hex]

[Ludolf Vaas]

Post: 8
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Saffron"] [member="Mir Nehrahn"]

A moment of silence hung in the air as the three observed the Greater krayt dragon in its massive cage. The beast was still and unmoving now, but as soon as its restraints were lifted it would unleash its full wingspan and take flight immediately. The workers planned on doing that in a highly controlled environment, most likely remotely; no doubt the krayt would be in a hostile mood after long hours in captivity. But for now, the dragon was close enough that any one of them could reach through the bars and touch it's shimmering silver-blue scales that glossed its body like a coat of armor. They would then be one of the few people in the galaxy who could claim to have not only seen, but touched a Greater krayt dragon.

Ludolf returned Saffron's smile. "As I said, here is the list," He handed a small plug-in storage chip from his datapad to her. It contained detailed files on each and every species that the First Order was bringing to Trenwyth, including their behavior patterns and habitats. "Feel free to peruse it at your leisure."

He put his datapad away. "A visitor's center is just what we had in mind, and if PharmaTech can aid in that too, then that would be excellent. Botanical gardens as well. We've spared no expense thus far, and we want the visitor's center to be just as majestic as the rest of the planet."

Turning towards her, Ludolf offered an outreached gloved hand. "When can we get started?"

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Location: Conglomerate Prime
Objective: Negosiate the Surender of the TC and the planet
Post: 3
Others:[member="Greifen Ren"]

Jaster nodded his head as the Ren spoke. The motors in his helmet started up each time he changed direction. All of the mans points were agreeable and he was more then willing to accept the request he made. This was the First Order, rumors of their power and success in the last few months was.... well they just forced Jaster to bow his head in obedience. It was for the sake of his people, they didn't deserve to die for his ignorance of these people.

However, these negotiations were easier then he was warned against, all they had demanded from them was to join the Order. Even that demand was more of a peaceful offer then really a demand. He decided that the opinions of the Order was interesting and reasonable. Jaster placed his hands on the table and began to speak as the man finished, "I think this would be agreeable, as for our scientist, it's quite intriguing, many if not all of our scientist specialize in Cloning, Bioengineering, or Droid AI Engineering, what use could people like that be to you folks, I figured the Order more Original Organics then Synthetics?"

There had been a long ongoing political conflict on Cong Prime, many of the workers and scientist preferred to keep Genetic Engineering to a minimum. They were split into two groups, Original Organics who wished to centralize the Corporation to droid and weapons manufacturering. The other group were Synthetics, a group of people who wanted to study more into genetic modification and coding. It wasn't to the point of Civil War, but they were now turning into political party's for the planet. Which was more of Union Bosses and Boardmembers who were swayed by the public.

Then there was the second issue, "I'll have to be honest with you Ren Knight, we have contracts with the Galactic Alliance and have supplied them fuel for their ships and raw materials for their companies for years, we were however cut off recently when the Order took planets along the Pipeline, as such we haven't been dealing with them as often, as such we can offer the same deal to the Order, weapons, raw goods, and fuel for your government, if that is something we can agree on here."

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Objective: 10
Location: Imhalyan – Floripida
Post: 7

Marzena’s heart was pounding, but in a very good way. She couldn’t help but smile as she looked out into the audience; it seemed that the concert had been a success, at least based on the enthusiastic applause. The pop star approached the edge of the stage, and she lowered herself into a graceful bow. She would enjoy this moment. After all, this would likely mark the start of her break from the stage. Marzena straightened up to her full height, waved to the crowd, and then retreated backstage.

“Great show, Ms. Choi!” Bonnie beamed at her.

She returned her assistant’s smile, lowering herself into a chair to help catch her breath.

“It might be a good idea to stick around and take some publicity photos.” Bonnie added, handing Marzena a bottle of sparkling water.

The songstress nodded in agreement. Perhaps proof of a good show would help to sweeten her image in the eyes of the Minister Calinda. After all, she had more plans to discuss with him for the future. Bonnie made sure to touch up Marzena’s makeup, adding a bit of powder here and there, and dabbing some more color onto her lips. And after a quick wardrobe change, the singer went out to greet the crowd.

It certainly felt nice to go out on a high note.

 

[Greifen Ren]

Post; 9
Objective: Misc. [Negotiate the annexation of Conglomerate Prime]
Allies: [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

The dark Knight of Ren gave a slow nod as Jaster detailed the specialties of his scientists.

"I am not the one to speak for our Science and Technology Bureau, as much of that material is classified beyond even my reach," Greifen replied. He wished he could tell Jaster more, but the First Order was extremely secretive of its scientific endeavors. Even a Knight of Ren such as himself was not privy to all the inner machinations of the First Order's scientific goals; he only had rumors to work off of, though his position at least afforded him more substantial rumors than most. "However, I can tell you that your scientists' specialties will be put to... good use in the First Order. I can say that the Science and Technology Bureau has expressed great interest in population-level genetic engineering."

The First Order was not one to shy away from certain taboo areas of research.

"I'm certain your scientists will find the First Order a place where they can explore their areas of research with freedom," He continued. "As for the Galactic Alliance, considering your company has been cut off from them anyway, the First Order will step in to fill the gap in business. You'll have no shortage of demand for fuel and raw materials from the Order, that I can assure you."

Finally, Greifen extended his hand from the black confines of his cloak. "I believe we have reached an accord."

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Xal 3
Objective: 8
Post 3


Were the engineer getting tired of his constant nagging of how to do their jobs ? Yes ? No ? Jude could not care less, he was here to supervise and help design a tool that might save him his life someday. He also knew well that they had no chance but to abide, any failure of the gear or anything that could lead to the gear being the reason for some failure would go back to bite them...hard. Scientists turned former scientists did not go to great prisons. They went to the worst.

"Alright, we will focus our efforts on creating a better miniature dampening device then." The chief engineer nodded to Jude and then turned to his men to discuss his own ideas while the rest nodded and had their own input in the conversation. The agent did not bother to listen to what they were saying, whatever they would do would be better than what was before. Jude had read the dossier of the chief engineer previously - an almost zealous First Order citizen with three pages long of achievements and merit. The others ? They idolized him. If the subjects bore any sort of resentment to the agent or annoyance with his supervision it could not move the boulder that was their awe of the Chief Engineer.

"I will just go grab a bite and some caf." Jude nonchalantly announced to the engineers and left the room. He was starving and it was still too dam early in the morning to go only on one cup of caf.

 

[Just Skeleton]

Location: Trenwyth's orbit
Objective: Ensure Team Objective 1 won't get jumped by pirates
Post: 1

The Chiss stood in front of the transparisteel view-port of his vessel. His uniform's coat was only thrown over his shoulders and his shirt wasn't tucked in, giving him a somewhat unprofessional appearance, but he didn't mind. He stood there, one hand on the side of his head, the other in his pocket, just staring out into space. It was a routine escort mission. No need to worry about much, not many space pirates around since the First Order set up shop. Their navy has been very effective at ridding the sectors of any pirate scum, Erich had been present during several of these raids.

He turned around to look at his crew. All capable men and women. He hadn't learned their names yet, he had only been transferred to the ship a few days ago and this mission was his first rodeo without an Admiral or Captain observing his every move. In the rare case that any pirate should decide to jump in, it would just be him and the few other ships that were escorting or patrolling the sector against whatever ships they had. But Erich wasn't worried about pirates.

Despite complaints from the higher ups, the Chiss had set up a makeshift captain's chair on his bridge. It was a lawn chair he had set up roughly two metres away from the transparisteel window, in front of the two command trenches that Imperial bridges were famous for. Erich walked over to his chair, sitting down and picking up a glass of water from a small table he had also set up. He was sure nobody would mind him relaxing a bit while nothing was happening. His subordinates had everything under control and would surely warn him before something terrible happened.

So he sat there, in his lawn chair located on the bridge of an assault cruiser, drinking his water and watching the planet below. The navy life was a good life.

 

[Valessia Brentioch]

A photo? Valessia wasn't entirely sure why anyone would want a photo with her, but she wasn't going to deny him the privilege, either. "Sure," she looked to her assistant. "Ms. Miura if you wouldn't mind." The trade representative stood beside the governor and posed for the photo, "and what a lovely toy drive it is, Mr. Barrett." She complimented him and would've said something else but was distracted by Ms. Miura, "oh okay."

Deputy Director Sentiri? Valessia wondered what happened to have her land on the Chiss woman's radar for the day, "thank you, Ms. Miura." Valessia says pleasantly, "of course, Mr. Barrett." She watched him depart and looked to her assistant, "if we're already due to meet with her, then I presume we're already late as it is. Recommendations on how to get to Ms. Sentiri as quickly as possible?"

Meanwhile, Major Leona Eldrel had been working to complete the set up of another tent or two. She and a few others were heading back toward the command tent as it was. She saw a commotion and Mr. Barrett she believed, rushing toward her tent. Picking up her pace she sprung into action rushing in behind him. "Major Eldrel, FIMS." She announced herself, while she was no doctor, she was the head nurse and at the moment the officer in charge of the operations here.

Tel'varn were a different species altogether and therefore reactions to human based vaccines were expected. "Set her down here," she commanded gesturing to a bed that had been made earlier in the day. "Hello sweetie, I'm Nurse Leo, can you take a deep breath for me? Good, and one more time, great," she greets the patient and listens to the child's heart through a stethoscope that one of her techs handed her. "Can I see your finger? We're going to put this little puppy and he's going to tell us your blood pressure, okay?"

"It looks to be an allergic reaction, unfortunately - all we have are human based prescriptions and remedies," which meant they were going to do this the old fashion way, "Ensign Nassir," she called to an assistant, "can you fetch me an ice pack?"

"You're doing very well, darling," Leo gives the girl a wink, "her blood pressure seems normal, heart rate is fine, for both Togruti and Human numbers." She wrote her notes on a clipboard that had been hanging off the bed. "Thank you, Ensign."

Placing the ice pack on the red bump she held it there, "this is a mild to moderate reaction, however; we will have to cease the vaccinations until we've compromised one for their species." She took a breath and looked at the Governor, "have anyone else with reactions come to our tents as well, we'll need to collect their DNA so our pharmacists and doctors can create something that in the meantime can answer and respond to the vaccine properly."

Objective 2 and 3​

Post 3​

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[member="Hyori Tal"] | [member="Nathaniel Barrett"]​

 

[Daxin Novari]

Objective 2a - Leaflet machine mastery of the skies!
Post 5

TIE Fighter Hangar Bay, Resurgent-class Star Destroyer, Concordia

Senior Technician Daxin Novari gave [member="Pierce Fortan III"] a series of mock-hurt faces as the Captain disparaged the shape and design of the leaflet dispensers he and his dauntingly efficient crew team lovingly installed on each and every wing of [member="Greta Kohler"]'s squadron.

He was surprised when [member="Nils Brenner"] made his appearance, as well! This was fast becoming quite the reunion for those lucky survivors of the 100th Fighter Wing who had launched into Omega from the hangars of the Concordia.

"These aren't going to fall off, I swear, Cap! Your squadron is all set." He declared to Captain Kohler resolutely, with another look of playful indignation at the mock admonishment from Pierce Fortan the III.

"Oh- and sir!" He turned his attention to [member="Nils Brenner"] quickly, flashing him a broad smile, "Those new TIE Interceptors you've received. Whoa, are they a real beauty to work with!" His eyes nearly glazed over, a look of concentration crossing his face as he imagined the TIE/IN fighters zooming and rolling around in space, performing the kind of maneuvers that only the most agile of space craft could complete.

The technician was interrupted from his impromptu day-dream by the squawk of his portable comm-radio, calling him away to another portion of the hangar. He offered a weak salute to the assorted officers before shuffling away at highest paced walk -- running was still forbidden in any non-emergency situations, while in the hangar bay.

"See you later, Captain Fortan!" The technician could be heard yelling from some ways away, a reminder that he intended to collect from Pierce's latest booze run.

 

[Heveticus Maw]

Post: 2
Allies: [member="Dunames Lopez"] , [member="Basileus Isauros"]
Location: Xal 3
Objective: 9

Heveticus opens a communications channel to the Ultima

"An Inflictor class... I suppose we can service that. We will need about 12% of prefabricated generic hull parts to repair major damage, most parts should be easily usable on an Inflictor class. Do not worry about the final shipyard, I will request more supplies from Iron Crown Enterprises who will hire a new contractor to bring the required parts."

Heveticus wonders how much he will get paid. He really desires to order a new ship. His current rust bucket drops out of hyperspace prematurely and communications can sometimes cut out.

Heveticus pre-records a message to send to his higher ups. "Work has been efficient, bandits attempted to sabotage shipyard and failed. Shipyards 1 and 2 are completed but we are low on supplies for the third. We are currently servicing two ships, the FIV Excubitore and the FIV Inflictor. The Excubitore and the contractor commanding the Ultima have done good work and I put in a good word for both of them.

 

[Saffron]

[Objective 1: Help import exotic fauna to Trenwyth and turn the planet into a place of vacation and enjoyment for the First Order populace!]
Post: 5

Objective: 1 [Terraform Trenwyth]
[member="Mir Nehrahn"] [member="Ludolf Vaas"]

Close enough to touch. Truth be told Saffron was greatly tempted to walk over and touch the magnificent creature. Part of her found herself rooted to the spot, unable to move. It was only the extension of the datachip from the Supreme Commander that allowed her to break away from her reverie. Ever so carefully, the blonde took a few steps forward. Tentative fingers went reaching out, the slightest of quivers among those slender digits. Only when the soft warm pads of her fingertips met the polished scales of the silver blue Greather Krayt Dragon did the Companion's smile grow into a dazzling smile.

"Thank you, Supreme Commander," this time the words of gratitude were not just for the datachip, but for the experience and the sight he had given her today. It was a moment that she would remember with wonder.

"Right away," she finally answered him with a timetable. "I can have the first wave of scouts conduct the preliminary research. From there we can use the information on the list of creatures and their habitats to be able to determine the biomes required. It could take anywhere from six months to a year for the full terraforming -- but the results would be beyond compare. "

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Post: 15/38
Location: Xal 3
Allies: [member="Basileus Isauros"] [member="Heveticus Maw"]
Enemies: none
Objective: Build orbital shipyards

"I suppose it can't be helped. Very well, may the remaining parts be used to repair the Inflictor docked, as well as the Excubitore"

"12% of what's required for the final shipyard? Really?" the chief engineer commented.

"That would mean a few parts left to finish the shipyard and may that other contractor finish the job - we did the heavy lifting here"

"All tugs, return to ship"

The Excubitore took rather minor damage, so about a few thousand tons of parts would suffice. But an Inflictor-class? Given the amount of parts the Ultima was loaded with, it will go down to the surface to collect passengers, and then go on its way to where knowing the other contractor will finish the job and collect about 25% of the parts required to finish the Victory drydock. Such a contractor would probably be able to do the job with just a Maersk or a Rasta Sub. It's really for major projects like these where Star Tours could make it. Where the largest freighters in the galaxy could actually be of use for something. For once that such a massive ship could actually be used for something - not even Jessica with a ship full of ship parts over Castameer was of much use there or so TOoaST was told. But as the last of the parts was unloaded, the landing sequence was activated and that included the closure of the ventral hangar.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Location: Conglomerate Prime
Objective: Negosiate the Surender of the TC and the planet
Post: 4
Others:[member="Greifen Ren"]

Jaster nodded, he along with his highly trained scientist were skilled in both Genteic Engineering as well as AI Programming for droids and software. To hold that much sway along with the natural raw materials made the Comglomerate System a very powerful world in the Fringe Territories. If he was going to surrender this planet, if would have done correctly and to the right people. Unfortunately, he didn't have that chance now however, he would need to trust these people or he would be consumed by another government trying to stake their claim.

He reached out to the Dark Force Users hand, his metallic arms felt cold and he could not feel the other hand. Jaster looked into the man, his HUD giving as much information as it could about the mans facial feature and skin temp. The man was totally calm, not a sign of fear or concern that this meeting would not go in his favor. He was confident about the meeting itself, and that upset Jaster. "I guess we have Knight, the trade Conglomerate will serve the Forst order as best as we can, I will settle a meeting with your Department of Trade and commerce about the new trade laws and permits, as for my scientist, those all are payed by the Conglomerate, we are more then willing to lease them out under garentee of their protection, with years of experience, they are priceless."

 

[WD-334]

Location: Annaj, Marshes
Objective: 5
Post: IV
Others In Area: [member="Darth Veles"]

WD-334 slammed the hunters around and crushed them in it's grasp. They tried they're best to flee, but it gave them no chance, no pause in it's ongoing attack. As it attacked, it did not notice the third presence leave, only focused on one task at a time. In a minute, according to what the droid could tell from it's internal clock, the fight wads done.

The droid looked over it's finished work. Both hunters, dead. Crushed into the mud. A tree had been cracked in half in the fight, one of the hunters having been hit against it. Large footprints from their shoes and it's large metal feet. WD remained as still as the hunters, before jerking and reverting to it's passive state. As if it had no recollection of what had happened, it looked down at the bodies in confusion for a long moment. Then it straightened up and began to walk off, checking the motion tracker. Nothing unusual came up. So it returned to it's original task; finding the ruins. And, if possible, find something that could answer it's longest question. The purpose of it's existence.

 

[Jake]

Post: 1
Objective: 6
Allies: [member="Tanomas Graf"]

Jacob huffed to himself as he hopped onto a speeder taking him to the building. As he sat there he ran though everything in his mind. To say that he was less than satisfied with his new position was a grevious understatement. Jacob had gotten used to his cozy position, even taking it for granted at times but undoubtedly the thing he missed most was his personal guards. The same two troopers had served as his guards since the day of his promotion, they were more than just guards to him. They were a constant in his life and that was important to Jacob because so much in his life was subject to change in a moments notice. When he got demoted to Commander, Jacobs guards got reassigned to god knows where. All of this came as such a shock to him, on the ride to the conference he just played events from the past few weeks in his mind over and over again. He thought about the moment he first heard of his demotion then he thought of all the hoops he had to jump through to get the proper clearance to be here, which was also still a mystery to him. How much help could he really be at something like this.

He glanced around at his surroundings, letting the hum of the transport calm his nerves a bit. Calm. He hardly even knew what that word meant anymore. And why should he? He glanced down at the rank plate on his uniform and muttered to himself, "I might as well be in shackles. At least they'd be more comfortable." He was a prisoner of his own loyalty to the Forst Order but secretly that's how the Order likes it. The only way to ensure a societies unyielding loyalty is to make them feel they have no other alternative. Jacob chuckled softly as this line of thinking came across his mind. There were times when he though a career in politics would've been more his style but the military had been his home for as long as he could remember. His thinking was abruptly interrupted by a bug that flew into his face. Instinctively, Jacob brought his hands up, clapping his hands together to trap the bug. As he pulled his hands apart, the bug dropped to the black fabric of his uniform. The bug wasn't entirely dead yet however, still moving around quite a bit actually. Jacob looked at the bug and let an almost sympathetic sigh. "Life is never fair is it?" He proceeded to pluck a leg off the body of the bug. Despite not having a complex system of nerves, plucking the leg definitely provoked a response from the bug. It squirmed and kicked its legs frantically. "Just when you think you have life figured out an haven't a care in the world, someone bigger comes along to remind you just how small you really are." And with that Jacob pulled off both the bugs wings and dropped the bug to the floor, letting it writhe.

The transport pulled up to the building and Jacob proceeded, on foot, to the entrance where he showed his credentials, trying hard not to role his eyes as he did. He was fully aware that even with a higher status he would still need to present ID in a place like this, it just also served as a reminder that this would be a regular occurrence for him. Once in the building Jacob wasted no time finding his way to the conference room, saluting before taking a seat next to [member="Tanomas Graf"] , "Admiral." He said, in a greeting tone. He sat back in his chair and looked at the Admiral, "It's a pleasure to be working with you sir on my first official assignment from the Order." Jacobs tone of voiced masked the bitterness he was feeling quite well, so much so that he silently congratulated himself.

 

[Perth Levov]

It was an odd situation. Outside there was no technology - inside there was nothing but. For a short way into the structure moulds, fungi and ferns were trying to gain a foothold - but once she'd moved inside more than a dozen metres there was only the insides of a ship, albeit 90 degrees from its usual angle.

The access point led quickly to what was a space between the outer hull and what must be an inner skin. So she clung like some insect to a metal wall. Sticking out were various sensors and manner of instruments and devices. She had no idea what most of them did - if any. But her focus was not on scavenging but finding an access door or panel. But the confusing orientation and the unfamiliarity of the ship made progress difficult and the sheer size of the space was adding to the lack of progress.

Deciding up or down was the best option and up wasn't even an option - given she was at the top - she commenced a perilous descent, avoiding sharp projections and threatening gaps in the wall. Arriving at the bottom of the space after an hour of climbing, she at last was able to walk and so set off, looking for an access point that she could prise her way into.