Dominion The Deal (No Deal?) | THR Dominion of the Mokk IX Hex

[Pillar of Fortitude]

As the High Republic moves to formalize its relationship with the Renascent Heirate and stabilize the wider Mokk IX region, diplomacy, spectacle, and scholarship all become part of the same delicate political dance. Whether at the negotiation table on Mokk IX, in the skies over Adytum, deep within Soteria’s crystal caves, or elsewhere in the area, the future of the region may hinge as much on personal conduct as on the rigors of formal statecraft.​

senators - diplomats - nobles - corporatists - Mokk IX representatives​

The planet of Mokk IX lies squarely in the path of the High Republic’s expansion, but initial reports suggest that its leadership shows little interest in joining the High Republic’s government. Whatever arrangement is struck here may well become the model for how the High Republic deals with independent powers in the future, so the stakes could hardly be higher for the diplomats in the room to get it right.

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Rogue Squadron - Jedi pilots - RAF pilots - risk-seeking nobles willing to sign a waiver​

As negotiations for the Renascent Heirate’s entry into the High Republic draw to a close, the Renascent Aerospace Force, in conjunction with the Renascent Navy, has extended the offer to their new colleagues: the chance to attempt the Hesperidean Run. This race through the Hesperidean Belt, named for the rich concentrations of gold and other precious metals in its asteroids, is a proving ground among RAF pilots, designed to test the very best pilots and separate the wheat from the chaff. Using specially-designed RAF fightercraft with reinforced hulls and powerful repulsor shielding, pilots will race through the Belt’s five zones for bragging rights, hard-won honors, and the satisfaction of finishing where many do not.

NOTE: Be sure to familiarize yourself with the rules of the Hesperidean Run. If you have questions, please visit the channel for this objective in the THR Discord! Be sure you've paid your entry fee (10,000 UCs) to this account to be participating in the prize pool.​

Jedi - scientists - curious people willing to sign a waiver​

A newly opened section of the Soteria crystal caves has revealed a discovery that may upend accepted history in the Adytum System: the remains of an ancient settlement bearing startling similarities to the oldest proto-Jedi traditions on record. Jedi, scholars, and interested parties are invited to descend to the site, secure its most unstable chambers, recover fragile records, and determine what exactly this apparent sanctuary was before damage, scavengers, or other opportunists can strip it bare.

everyone (waiver optional)
Bring your own objective! Just have fun (or don’t, I’m not your mom).​

 

[Reima Vitalis]

Reima Vitalis stood at the side of the pilot’s ready room aboard the HMV Hyperion, the flagship of the Renascent Fleet, the slender quality of her frame emphasized by the dark navy of her flight suit against the pristine white of the ready room’s white paneling. Her pale features and dark hair were washed out in the blue holographic map of the Hesperidean Belt from the command projector at the front of the room. She’d seen this briefing a dozen times – every time one did the Hesperidean Run, one had to endure it. At this point, dying of boredom was the real risk.

“You will each be piloting a Delta-class Interceptor,” said Group Captain Nathaniel Harker, addressing the pilots gathered in the ready room. “Heavily modified to make it viable in the hazard of the Hesperidean Belt. The weapons, hyperdrive, navigational computer, and other non-essential components have been removed to create space – and weight tolerance – for the increased repulsor shields and reinforced hull and viewports that make flying in the Belt safe. And, of course, the sensor suite package that makes your flight into a useful surveying voyage and not what would otherwise be a wasteful, dangerous, highly impermissible joyride for adrenaline junkies.”

“You will proceed from the Hyperion and enter the Belt here.” He pointed on the map with a laser pointed. “You’ll proceed through the Navy Gate region of the Belt, to this marker buoy.” Another mark on the map. Following the curve of the Belt, this will bring you into the Gilt Scatter. Because of the angle’s relationship with the sun and the asteroids’ composition being made up of precious metals, you may experience flashes of reflected light.”

Harker continued dragging the laser pointer’s dot along the model. “After the next buoy, you’ll be in the Widow’s Thread. Now, we have never lost a pilot here, but the same cannot be said for the occasional pirate raider seeking to haul away one of the gold asteroids. Something about this point in the belt makes things tighten up here. Less safe lanes through. Your ships will protect you, but it may not be pleasant.”

He pointed along the next area. “Here, the Sovereign’s Divide. The outside path – we call it the Crown Passage – is safe, but takes you wider. You trade speed for safety. The Smuggler’s Needle, conversely, is more dangerous, and faster. Either way you choose, you’ll pass the buoy here, into the last section, the Sunfall Sprint. This is the final stretch, and the lanes are typically clearer here. You’ll pass the final buoy here and then proceed back to the Hyperion by traveling over the Belt.”

Harker disabled the laser pointer and folded his hands together behind his back. “Are there any questions? If not, I’ll leave you to prepare and definitely not to engage in any illicit gambling.”

 

[Andromeda Demir]

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Once again, Andromeda Demir was not dressed like a Jedi Knight. She wore dark reinforced leggings, boots, a white shirt and dark brown leather jacket. Her hair, brown so dark it might as well have been black, was tied back into a braided bun to keep it out of her face while she worked. The only nod to her Jedi status was the lightsaber that hung from her belt, its chromium hilt joined in places by auridium where she had rebuilt it with the assistance of her onetime Master.

She had come with the earliest Jedi group, eager to get her eyes and senses on the cave. Andromeda knew a little something about being underground. She had a certain intuition about stability and instability, about stressors. She was certain it had to do with the Force.

So -- although no one had asked her and no one had empowered her -- Andy took it upon herself to inspect the crystal caverns with the earliest group. She was escorted by one Dr. Juno Volante, a Renascent Heirate official who didn't seem pleased that the Heirate's government had instructed her to let a bunch of strangers to run rampant through what she considered to be her ruins.

Andromeda waited while Dr. Volante spoke to the Heirate personnel guarding access to caverns. She examined her comm. Almost as if on autopilot, she checked her messages app, scrolled down the contacts. Gritting her teeth, she dismissed the application and looked up as Dr. Volante returned. "Is there a signal down here?" she asked.

"Usually. Sometimes solar activity makes it a bit spotty. Why?"

Andromeda tucked her commlink into her cross-body satchel. "In case of emergency," she said.

"There's landline communication here, and at the prefab inside. Speaking of -- ready to go in?"

Andromeda adjusted her satchel and nodded. "Can you tell me anything about the site?"

Dr. Volante led the way deeper into the cavern. "It's old," she said frankly. "Older than anything else in the Adytum system. Actually, the Adytum system was chosen because it was unsettled -- as far as we knew -- at all. We've since found evidence of ancient settlements -- the one on Metis several years ago, and the one here on Soteria. This one is older. It's not clear how they are related, except that both seem to have a sort of proto-Jedi origin."

"What became of the site at Metis?" Andromeda asked, casting her gaze over the blue glowing crystals that gave an almost eerie blue light over the cavern.

"Nothing," said Dr. Volante, clearly not best pleased about it. "Unfortunately, the Jedi who came from the Alliance had other priorities. And my own government has had other fish to fry since the Alliance's collapse. I am sure the Prime Minister will be only to happy to open the place up to you and your colleagues."

"Hm," Andromeda said, non-committal. The disapproval from Dr. Volante was palpable, and Andromeda didn't want to overstep.

Reid Brimarch
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[Ayumi Pallopides]

THis was a rare chance, the senators at the negotiations were going into a situation that didn't like them and... she had found something else to do. Moving along on the ship Ayumi was clad in a highly structured, architecturally inspired outfit that creating a stark, luminous contrast against her lightly bronzed copper skin. The foundation of the attire beginning a form-fitting bodice constructed from a pristine, matte white materia that mimicked the organic, flowing ridges of sculpted stone with overlapping reinforced biosilk. It featured a high, rigid collar that completely encircled her neck, adorned with intricate, swirling golden filigree that traces down toward the clavicle.

The short, armored cap sleeves being shaped by concentric, raised white spirals that cupped her shoulders. Across her torso, the stark white fabric was molded with deep, fluid striations and ribbed textures that contour seamlessly to her frame, anchored by a central, stylized golden rosette that was set flat against the sternum. The lower sides of the bodice were sharply cut away in a geometric fashion, completely exposing her muscled and toned midriff and emphasizing the clean, sweeping lines of the top. Below the waistline, the outfit transitioned into an elaborate, multi-layered lower assembly secured by a wide, asymmetrical waist-cincher.

The structural belt being composed of tightly bound, heavy horizontal pleats and wrapped white banding that anchored securely around her hips. At the exact center of this sash sat a massive, ornate aurodium and nova crystal medallion, intricately forged with complex, overlapping scrollwork and interlocking loops that served as the focal point of the lower half. From beneath the golden centerpiece, the skirt cascading into flowing, asymmetrical layers of densely pleated white fabric. The material falling in sweeping, uneven lengths, heavily detailed with thick, braided white cords, woven aurodium structural threads, and stylized utilitarian knots that hang alongside the primary materia.

Completing the attire were a pair of extended, sculpted forearm gauntlets that perfectly mirror the organic geometries of the bodice. The rigid bracers encasing her arms from just below the elbow down to the backs of her hands, terminating in a sleek, protective point over the knuckles. They were crafted from the same immaculate white materia, deeply embossed with topographical swirls and ribbed patterns, and heavily traced with an aurodium trim along the raised edges. The pristine white architecture of the uniform, highlighted by the brilliant aurodium accents, creating a striking and regal visual harmony with her silken dark-honey hair and the amber flecks in her eyes, presenting a silhouette that matched her stance.

She was moving though with a smile on her face as she stretched out with her feet bare. The small encasing repulsor sheaths protecting them from debris but giving her the beautiful design and the repulsor leaving an intricate A embedded in her ground where it could make an impression.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Location: Mokk IX Bazaar
Tag(s): Kito | Open
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The bazaar ambushed Lysander in a riot of color and noise. Voices layered atop one another.. haggling merchants, laughing children, someone nearby insisting that something " would absolutely not explode like that." Some repulsor lift nearly skimmed his shins, force a quick sidestep out of him born from his training.

The frying hiss from nearby food vendors reminded him he hadn't eaten since.. when? Yesterday? The day before? Time always blurred when traveling between systems. Mokk IX wasn't his jurisdiction, and definitely wasn't about to become his problem. But here he was, wasting precious hours. He was certain nothing from this detour would find its way back to the Triumvirate, though it'd been quiet in recent days. Nothing worth reporting, really. Part of it felt unproductive in the worst way, scratching at his nerves like Korriban’s sand beneath the beige tunic.

Lysander kept his Force signature concealed. He'd been keeping it concealed on Naboo for the most part. Here, he wasn't sure whether letting it ‘flare’ would matter or not. Better invisible than compromised.

He drifted toward the nearest food vendor. The Twi’lek woman behind the counter watched him approach, and before he could speak, a cup was shoved toward him.

“Go on,” she said, lips shaping into what might have been a smile or a smirk. “First one’s free if you don’t make a face.”

The Sith blinked, thrown by the offer. “That’s a very specific business model.”

Against better judgement.. curiosity piqued, so he took a sip. The liquid was simultaneously burning hot and cold, sweet and savory, and somehow.. effervescent. It changed three times before he could even swallow.

A slurp detonated through the air, and the drink was fizzing on his tongue. There was a wince, or maybe it was a twitch.

“Oh, that’s a face.”

“It was a reflex.”

“A face is a face,” the vendor went on, snapping her fingers at another nearby merchant. “You saw that right?”

The merchant didn’t even bother looking up. “Looked like a face.”

“See? Thirty credits.”