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.

​

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]

​

​

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
​

 

[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
​

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.”

 

[Aiden Porte]

OBJ: 3
Tags: Iandre Athlea​

Aiden Porte stood at the mouth of the newly opened descent path, the pale crystal walls of Soteria catching the light and scattering it across his robes in fractured reflections that made the cavern feel older than any temple he had ever known. He wondered why this place decided to reveal itself now. Aiden felt Force here carried a patient weight that felt less like welcome and more like expectation. He rested his hand briefly against the cool surface beside the entrance, steadying himself before stepping forward, not as a diplomat or escort but as a guardian who understood that whatever waited below had already begun shaping the future of the region.

Aiden moved toward the darkness beneath the crystal arches, ready to see whether this forgotten sanctuary would offer.

The Jedi Knight glanced back to Iandre and offered a small smile.

"Thanks for agreeing to go with me, this adventure would have been boring by myself." He mused as he waited for her to meet up with him.

 

[Balun Dashiell]

DEAL OR NO DEAL | MOX IV DOMINION
INVENTORY: Jedi Robes, Lightsaber
NPC: BB-Model Astromech "Chip"
TAGS: Andromeda Demir | Aiden Porte | Iandre Athlea | Open

The history of the Jedi had rarely been a passion of Balun's, beyond the monumental battles and shocking events that had been recorded and had become commonplace for Jedi to know; he had not made it his endeavour to know everything about what had come before them. The past was set in stone, whereas he was very much a person who preferred to focus on that which he could control: the present.

Incidentally, it wasn't until his coming into Knighthood that Balun started to consider branching out his interests. Now, without the guidance and leadership of his Master, Ala Quin , he was having to determine how to proceed with his personal growth, outside of the new responsibilities and obligations that fell to him within the Order. He was certainly no historian, but when rumours of evidence of a proto-Jedi civilisation being unearthed had reached the Jedi, he had been all too curious as to what that entailed.

So it was that he had accompanied others among their delegation into the Crystal Caves of Soteria, not quite knowing what they would find, however bringing his ever faithful Astromech Droid along for the trip, feeling that Chip might be able to assist in some manner when it came to exploring old ruins or caves long forgotten, his little matrix capable of scanning and analysising any findings they might come across.

As he approached the entrance to the prefab, others in view, such as one Andromeda Demir , whom he was not familiar with or had met previously, he nodded to those who glanced his way, a simple greeting of friendship, yet his mind was on the notion of heading underground.

Balun had no distinct fear of caves that he could recall, yet it wasn't the same as being out in the open of a world's surface, able to bask in the natural splendours of its growth cycles. In the caves, he expected cramp conditions and only darkness, thankful that he had acquired a flashlight and that Chip, too, was equipped with his own. While the Force, he knew, connected all things and even the deepest of caverns could not escape its reach, there was still something to say for the unexplored.

Jedi Apprentice: Cerys Dyn
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™​

"Speech"
'Thought'​

 

[Verity Stuyveris]

MOKK IX - AURELIOS
THE ALLIANCE QUARTER
FORMER GALACTIC ALLIANCE EMBASSY
THE DEAL (NO DEAL?)
​

There was a distinct lack of pomp surrounding what was supposed to be a diplomatic summit.

Verity didn't take it personally. She knew that this was going to be an uphill slog. The High Republic was fulfilling its obligations to Alderaan by moving to bring it within its borders -- which was euphemistic in its own neat little way, because of course Alderaan stayed where it always had (barring, of course, that unpleasant stretch of time when it had been nowhere at all). The choices Alderaan and the High Republic Senate made would have ramifications on millions of people who had made no such choice and had no such ambitions, who were just minding their own business.

That included the residents of Aurelios, the city-wide planet that spread across Mokk IX.

The diplomatic delegation was led by the Chancellor, of course, but various senators had volunteered to come along to assist, Verity among them. There had been no ceremonial greeting at the spaceport, no flag-draped backdrop where the delegations exchanged nice little remarks about working together and maintaining a peaceful and prosperous relationship and the shared futures of both our peoples. It seemed to Verity Stuyveris that the diplomatic group would be lucky if things progressed beyond the Mokk IXians inviting the High Republic to stick their diplomatic overtures where the sun didn't shine and if the High Republic didn't respond by inviting the Mokk IXians to experience the administrative efficiencies of the Republic's Second Fleet.

If anyone could accomplish it, Dominique Vexx could. Verity had every faith in the Chancellor.

Senator Stuyveris entered the conference room on a higher floor of what had once been the Galactic Alliance embassy to Mokk IX. There was some kind of symbolism they were meant to take away from that, she thought, but she didn't quite know what. It was probably for the best; she didn't want to carry more baggage into the discussion than she had to.

She was a few minutes early. The schedule had allotted the Republic delegation a few minutes to freshen up after their travel. Verity staked out a position to the right of the central chair on the Republic side, which would of course be reserved for the Chancellor. Her anal-retentive nature regarding punctuality came in handy, it seemed, because it allowed her to help herself to a cup of coffee and a glass of water from the carafes on the table and to settle in, laying out her portfolio, datapad, and lucky stylus in relative peace.

The brief had been fairly simple: although the Republic delegates traveled with security, the meeting room was expected to be devoid of weapons, and the Republic's delegation was to secure some kind of understanding with Mokk IX that kept the traffic and communication lines open and didn't look like the Republic had given away the figurative farm. Easier said than done, Verity mused to herself as she stirred a little packet of something that resembled milk into her coffee.

TAGS: Senators | Saroyan Dovryn & Mokk IXians | Dominique Vexx​

 

[Elian Abrantes]

MOKK IX
Objective: Diplomacy
Tags: Open
​

Elian walked slowly, like he was being called before an interrogation. He wasn't, but that's what it felt like. He wanted to flee, to run away. Because that seemed less embarassing than what he was being put through right now.

"Elian dear, what's the matter?" The sweet, endearing, yet stern voice of Callista Abrantes could be heard, right next to him. "You don't want to spend time with your mother. Such a shame, I thought I knew you better than that."

Elian chukled nervously and showed the smallest of smiles. "Oh no, its not that. But is this really necessary, I just, you didn't have to come, Sibylla and Aurelian might be-"

A laughter left his mothers mouth, and she quickly shook her head. Reaching for his arm, his only one. Pulling him close. "Oh no, you don't get to use them as your excuse anymore. Today, you are stuck with me."

Elian slowly smiled, as he leaned into her embrace, showing....well forcing a smile. "Great mother, this is the greatest day of my life." Clearly, the youngest Abrantes was speaking sarcastically.

Callista knew it, and she didn't care one bit. He clearly, was being punished.

 

[Dominique Vexx]

"Denon. If the Corporate Authorities had been run intelligently, and the Runner community purged." Dominique stared out a window at the city that surrounded the former Galactic Alliance embassy. Arms crossed, her golden eyes narrowed behind her lilac glareshades. A soft snort followed her own remarks. Well, Denon if it were infantile and ran by intelligent people, anyway. Every planet thought they had it in themselves to be an ecumenopolis until the realities of what they meant set in. Still, their commitment to surveillance and oversight should stave off the worst of it. For now.

The Chancellor turned away from the window and regarded her attendants that'd just finished packing everything up. They'd setup and torn down at record speed given the delegation was afford 'a few moments' to 'freshen up.' No point wasting the time taking a nap. "Deactivate the field." Now that they'd discussed the intelligence reports and surveys of the planet, and with signs the Mokk IX delegates might be contemplating actually joining them, it was time to let their listening devices resume their function. Dominique wouldn't beg forgiveness giving them only static up to that point.

There was such a thing as counter-surveillance, and on Denon that was an industry they took extremely seriously. It was why their Executives were so hard to prosecute in any court of law.

Several members of the delegation had already made their way to the chamber. Verity was one of them. Likely had stirred their reluctant and would-be partners to consider joining them. Dominique would reveal herself to help them along. No doubt they were going to play the fashionably late card, which was precisely why the Chancellor of the High Republic would not be early. She wasn't there to beg. If they wanted to give a show of controlling the moment by appearing after her and making her wait, on the other hand, they were free to do so.

Dominique would darken the doorway of the chamber at precisely the time they were scheduled to meet. Hopefully it had given the others time to socialized and chat among themselves without the pressures of the Heads of State 'lurking' nearby in earshot. She'd smile and even shake the hands of any dignitaries or well-wishers from Mokk IX that had shown up ahead of their own leaders. No need to let on you knew what they game was, or show any sign of being perturbed. Being upset only played in their favor. Besides, Dominique was rarely riled in public.

Time would tell if they managed to figure out what those buttons were, but they were far from mines one stumbled over. She had faith they didn't intend to scuttle these talks from the outset. Even if they might be otherwise hesitant or disinclined toward the notion of a deep relationship; a state of mind they'd have to help draw them away from and toward something mutually agreeable.

Verity Stuyveris | Senators | Mokk IX | Open​

 

[Saroyan Dovryn]

Objective: Diplomatic Relations
Location: Former GA Embasy, Alliance Quarter, Aurelios, Mokk IX
Attire: Council "Uniform"
Tag: Verity Stuyveris | Dominique Vexx | Elian Abrantes | OPEN
Dialogue Key: Saroyan Dovryn, Serene Valis, Cassian Vered, Lythea Marris, Darius Keth

The Mokkan contingent was led into the meeting room by a redhead female. There were two males and two females behind her. She looked to be at the younger end of those who were assigned to represent the Mokkan Directorate in these meetings. All of the representatives were dressed in similar dark suits with glowing blue embellishments, including a lapel noting their rank as a member of the High Council of the Mokkan Directorate.

The redhead did not slow as she entered. "Representatives of the High Republic," Serene Valis began smoothly, her voice warm and effortlessly measured as she came to a natural stop at the center of the room. Her posture was open, welcoming—calculatedly so. "Welcome to Aurelios. It is… refreshing to receive guests who arrive with intent rather than assumption."

A faint smile touched her lips, just enough to soften the edge of the words. "I am Director Serene Valis, External Relations and Diplomatic Protocol. I will be guiding this exchange." She turned slightly, one hand gesturing with practiced elegance toward the others.

"Director Lythea Marris, Financial Networks and Trade Arbitration."

Lythea inclined her head just enough to acknowledge the introduction, her gaze already moving—not across faces, but details. Posture. Attire. The subtle tells of leverage and value. "Trade, like trust, is most efficient when both parties understand its worth." Her tone was pleasant, but precise. "I look forward to determining where that balance lies."

Serene continued without pause. "Director Darius Keth, Security and Defense Grid Oversight."

Keth did not bow. Did not nod. He simply watched. Measured. Calculated. "You'll forgive the scrutiny," he said flatly, voice low and controlled. "We prefer to understand what enters our sphere before deciding whether it belongs there." No hostility. No warmth. Just fact.

"The Arbiter of Continuity, Cassian Vered." Serene introduced next.

The older man stood slightly apart—not elevated, but somehow distinct regardless. His hands rested loosely together, his expression unreadable, his attention absolute. "The galaxy is in a state of transition," Vered said calmly. "Moments such as these are rarely defined by what is offered… but by what is understood."

A pause. Not awkward. Intentional. Serene's gaze shifted—last. "And finally… Director Saroyan Dovryn. Data Vault and Communications Authority."

Saroyan had not moved much since entering. She didn't need to. Her presence was quieter than the others—less immediate, less overt—but no less deliberate. Where Keth watched for threat and Marris for value, Saroyan observed something deeper. Patterns. Flows. Openings.

Her eyes moved once across the High Republic delegation—not lingering, not assessing in the traditional sense. Indexing. "You've already been received," she said, her voice even, almost soft—but carrying cleanly through the room. "Your arrival vector. Communications handshake. Encryption structure. Transmission cadence."

A slight tilt of her head. Not curiosity. Alignment. "You are… consistent." There was no immediate judgment in the word. Which, in itself, was a statement. Behind her calm expression, Saroyan's thoughts moved faster than any spoken exchange. The High Republic did not arrive like fractured powers. Their signals were structured. Layered. Purposeful.

That meant cohesion. Cohesion meant predictability. Predictability meant opportunity. But also risk. Because unified systems did not fracture easily—and when they did, the collapse was rarely contained.

"We value clarity on Mokk IX," she continued, her gaze settling now—direct, engaged. "It reduces unnecessary inefficiencies." A faint pause. "You will find we are… very efficient." Not a warning. Not an invitation. Something in between.

Serene allowed the moment to settle just long enough before reclaiming the flow. "Then let us begin," she said, a touch brighter, drawing the room forward again. "The Directorate is eager to understand what the High Republic believes this… next chapter should look like."

​

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Back to Business - Crystal Clear
SOTERRIA
CRYSTAL CAVES

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Raguel, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
• 
  Rides
  
  • "Enterprise" Station Ship
  • Vigilant Reaper
  • Null Vector
  • Speederbike
  • Iron Psalm
  Gear/Armor
  
  
  • Gear(“Bodycam” Datapad, UAD Drone, link to Seraphim AI included)
  • Lightblaster
  • Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  • 5 Throwing Lightknives
  • 3 Force Blinding Flashbangs
  • RI-17 Rifle-w-MS-0412 Grenade Launcher
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  
  • Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  • Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  • Muscle enhancements.
  • Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  • Hawkeye implants for eyes
  • Advanced Medical Implant
  • Scentzy
  • Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

The Soterian Crystal Caves were as secretive as they were immensely incredible. Connel was not normally one to care about the intricacies of this sort of thing as of late, but he grew up loving this because his father did. Maybe it was the fact that his Padawan @Catri Keswoll had returned from his walkabout. He felt a renewed sense of purpose, as if the caves' ancient energy reminded him of his roots. The return of his Padawan symbolized growth, both for Catri and himself, prompting Connel to reflect on the balance between tradition and the ever-changing path of the Jedi.

Crystals were not the only treasure this cave held, among its secrets was some kind of settlement. Connel had done his research on his own, and had messaged Catri to do his own, not out of pressure, but to see what each of them would find. The kid had skills to find out a lot more than Connel could, but he had a few tricks up his sleeve in that regard. He wanted to see what his student was capable of.

There was word that this was some sort of Force related settlement to the earliest possible connections to the Light. Before the Jedai of Tython, before Ossus. Did this relate back to the Rakata? Only time will tell.

Well, Padawan? Tell me what you see.

TAGS • ARE • Cartri Keswoll
Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​

 

[Lily Decoria]

Location: Soteria
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Equipment: Arwr Da, Hydrangea Moonblade (concealed)
Tag: Allyson Locke

Lily wasn't someone who was serious interested in history, while it had moments of intrigue, she just found it very repetitive at times. And in the repetition, depressing thoughts could linger since too much seemed cyclical and that meant that the work they did was pointless since there would also be evil no matter how hard they tried to squash it. The latest Jedi Council meetings had lingered in Lily's mind with this idea that history would repeat itself, she had reached out to her aunt to reach out to a contact. It was not the smoothest of conversations but Lily had been told that the contact would be available to meet. It was important for Lily since it was a chance to garner some credible external information on things before the council played any big moves.

Though, Lily did fear that her aunt would fall down the same rabbit holes that she fell beforehand with this contact. Though Lily had to remind herself that Kat was a grown woman and allowed to make idiotic decisions like that if she wanted.

The meeting point had been arranged on Soteria, a chance for Lily to meet in private while exploring the newly discovered caves. It probably seemed a strange meeting location for the pair to meet but Lily was unsure what were normal locations to meet for this kind of discussion. Especially with the strange, interwoven connections they had. Lily looked around the crystals and admired the glittering shine they had in the light. To think that this location had been lost to time. That people were only now discovering a history that could completely change the views that were currently had on how the Jedi were formed in the very early years.

Perhaps it was a sign that things could still forever change in the galaxy, that while history did repeat things a lot. There was always a first. All there had to be was a first in the right area for positive change. Lily just had to focus on that.

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Iandre did not answer him immediately.

She stood just behind him at the threshold, her gaze drawn not to the path itself, but to the way the crystal walls caught the light and fractured it into something almost…alive. The reflections moved in quiet patterns across the cavern, subtle shifts that made the space feel less like a place discovered and more like one that had simply chosen to be seen.

Her hand hovered briefly near one of the crystalline surfaces before settling back at her side. She did not touch it. Not yet.

The Force here was different. Not loud. Not guiding. But present in a way that pressed gently against her awareness, as if the place itself remembered something she did not.

She let out a slow breath before stepping forward to stand beside him.

"I do not think this place would allow for boredom," she said quietly, her tone even, though there was a faint undercurrent of something more thoughtful beneath it.

Her eyes shifted past him, into the descent below.

"It feels…patient," she added after a moment. "As though it has been waiting for someone to listen."

A small pause followed.

"Or perhaps to remember."

She did not linger on the thought.

Instead, her attention returned to him, her expression composed but no longer distant in the way it had been when they first began this journey. There was still weight there, still the quiet echo of everything she carried, but it no longer defined every movement.

"You are welcome," she said simply.

A faint shift of her posture followed, subtle but deliberate, as she adjusted to the role she had stepped into beside him. Not leading. Not following. Present.

"And I suspect," she continued, the slightest hint of dry warmth returning to her voice, "that if it proves otherwise, you would find a way to make it interesting regardless."

Her gaze flicked once more toward the depths below before settling.

"Shall we?"

And without waiting for any ceremony, she stepped forward into the crystalline descent, allowing the shifting light to fall across her as she moved into whatever the past had chosen to leave behind.'

Aiden Porte

 

[Verity Stuyveris]

​

Verity stood when the Mokkian delegation entered, smoothing the line of her skirt. She listened patiently to the introductions offered, doing her best to commit them and their snappy introduction quips to memory. That was interesting. It felt very tidy and very neat -- almost rehearsed. The Republic delegation, to her knowledge, had not rehearsed.

Actually, she couldn't say that for sure. But if there had been rehearsals, Verity had not been invited.

She nodded to each of the Mokkians as they were introduced. "Good morning. My name is Verity Stuyveris," she began, touching her chest by way of introduction. "I am the Senator for Druckenwell." She glanced down at her datapad clock; the Chancellor was not late yet. "The Chancellor is -- I believe -- wrapping up a security briefing and will be along presently. I will leave it to her to set out the Republic's objectives, but -- would you tell me more about Aurelios?"

Verity gestured toward the windows out which the Alliance Quarter was bustling. "It's beautiful here. I feel fortunate to be included in these negotiations, or I might never have known what a gem you have here."

Dominique Vexx | Saroyan Dovryn​

 

[Reima Vitalis]

PILOT TYPE: RAF
CURRENT SCORE: 0 Lead | 0 Strikes
CURRENT LEG: Navy Gate
CHOSE LINE: Fast & Furious

Reima left the ready room. She already knew the ropes of the Hesperidean Run. Her name appeared twice on the leaderboard already -- right below Wedge Draav, who held the top spot. He had cheated; it was still something of a sort spot with the Princess. She nodded her thanks to Harker.

Bartoo -- BB-10R2, for those not on Christian name terms with him -- was examining the Delta-class Interceptor. Reima, who had known the ball droid since basically infancy, recognized the faint chittering sounds he made as skeptical, bordering on dissatisfied. "What's the matter, Bartoo?" she asked as she came to a halt next to him, crouching down so she could follow the line of his lone photoreceptor.

He made a blurting sound, followed by a series of whistles and chitter.

:://:: OBSERVATION: DELTA-CLASS INTERCEPTOR DIFFERENT AERODYNAMICALLY FROM X-WING FIGHTERS FLIGHT LIEUTENANT VITALIS PREVIOUSLY PILOTED. :://::

"We pronounce it left-enant here," Reima reminded him.

:://:: RESPONSE: BB-10R2 CANNOT ENUNCIATE EITHER WAY. BB-10R2 IS SPEAKING BINARY. AS HE HAS ALWAYS DONE. :://::

"I heard it anyway," Reima said. "Yes, it's different. That might matter if we were in atmosphere, but in the belt? It won't matter. Besides, I've flown the Delta's predecessors in the belt half a dozen times. I'm not worried."

:://:: OBSERVATION: THERE IS NO SLOT FOR ASTROMECHS. :://::

"It's a test of pilot skill," said Reima as she straightened. "Droids would be cheating."

:://:: RESPONSE: RASPBERRY. :://::

Reima clapped a hand over her mouth that did not quite stop the un-princess-like giggle that escaped her. "Anyway, don't worry. I'll make it back. I always do." She reached into her boot and drew out a pack of cigarettes. Foxfield Golds -- the good stuff. She held it down to him. "Here. For after."

:://:: ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: FOR AFTER. GOOD HUNTING, FLIGHT L-E-F-T-E-N-A-N-T. :://::

Reima got the attention of the deck officer and only a moment later she was settling into her fightercraft, settling the helmet over her head. The pre-flight checklist was elementary to her by now. "Control: Flight Lieutenant Vitalis requesting clearance for the Hesperidean Run," she said into the comm of her flight helmet.

"Acknowledged, Flight Lieutenant. You are Delta One." A slight pause. "Delta One you are cleared for takeoff for the -- ah -- Hesperidean Survey Flight. Good hunting."

"Control, Delta One confirming. Dusting off."

The Delta-class Interceptor was neither X-Wing nor TIE. The Renascent Heirate had rejected this duopoly. People got nervous enough about Natasi Fortan lurking in the core -- if you could call a woman that fond of platinum jewelry, tiaras, and speaking lurking -- without all the trappings of First Order bogeymen like TIE profiles, angry triangles, and white armor. This was something different, a sort of V-shaped craft with powerful engines and an aggressive weapons profile -- when it was armed.

"Control, Delta One approaching starting line. The board is green. Please advise when starting buoy is armed."

A brief bit of static, then: "Delta One, Control. Starting buoy is armed. You may begin your survey at your leisure."

Leisure wasn't exactly how Reima would have put it. She smirked. "Control, Delta One. Thank you. Starting now."

She punched her engines and sailed through the buoy's line, starting the clock. She took an aggressive approach, leaving the Hyperion in her wake, winding into the asteroid field. There was unimaginable wealth all around her; the asteroids in this belt were comprised largely of previous metals, making them as beautiful as they were chaotic -- and as dangerous. Not as much here, where the planet Eos cast a shadow, but when she emerged from the shadow into the Gilt Scatter, it might be a problem. She put her visor down pre-emptively.

Reima's gloved fingers worked the controls like a fine instrument -- careful, but expert. She threw the ship into a tight curve along the line of a larger asteroid, hoping to leverage some of its gravity in a slingshot effect to boost her speed, but she had to throttle back briefly when she came along the other end, when an unexpected collision had sent an asteroid spinning toward her. She bit back a curse and dove, looping around and gunning it toward the next buoy.

 

[Dominique Vexx]

"Not at all," Dominique smiled in the presence of Serene Valis having taken position nearby. Her golden eyes stood out even behind the translucent lilac glareshades worn upon her slender nose. "With such a well-managed planet," her gaze shifted toward Darius Keth, "a security briefing is hardly required. A testament to Mokk Nine's efficiency," she added with a slight nod in Saroyan Dovryn and then to Lythea.

"Senator Stuyveris is a highly respected member of the High Republic's Senate and a renown steward of Druckenwell." Dominique paused with a smile perched on her lips. "I can only imagine the considerable economic boon our worlds could manifest should resolute and well-reasoned partnerships be established." Was that Denon or the Republic that Dominique stood in for in that assertion? She'd leave it to them to wonder.

But not to leave them doubting, she introduced herself as well, "A pleasure to make all of your acquaintances -- and hopefully more by the end of our visit. I am High Chancellor Dominique Vexx."

"Mokk Nine is a prosperous and self-sufficient world. It is only natural to ask how entering in to any arrangement would benefit your people. On our part, the High Republic values the sovereignty of its members while simultaneously promoting their welfare. A exploration of how better to further each others' interests by exchanging what each has in surplus for what could stand to acquire more in an economically sound manner."

"Without boring you with promises of riches and influence, we should come to know one another. To lay plans toward a destination where the High Republic sees your people as a valued partner on an extended journey. Because these are turbulent times. Full of change and disruption to even the oldest of marketplaces. While the short term demonstrates commitment, but the long term provides stability. I honestly believe we can find a means toward a sustainable future for people of all creeds open to honest engagement." Which could include the Sith if they were just a touch less prone to attempted ambushes and ruling by force alone.

Saroyan Dovryn | Verity Stuyveris | Elian Abrantes | Open​

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

The arrival had been fun but then there was the important thing.. she needed to decide where she wanted to go and Ayumi was looking at a lot of things in the small interface overlay. Mostly for a map to direct her through the districts until she got towards the lower strata she was going shopping or at least looking for something interesting to find here. Dominique Vexx was handling the diplomatic endeavors with Verity Stuyveris so she would make sure the planet at least had something enjoyable and the lower strata was as she listened the place one wanted to go as she moved. She was able to see what they had and there was an outfit she was looking at to match Dominiques style.

The display in the viewing window when she was checking on it was beautiful. In the glow of the district's neon-hued interfaces, a particular shopfront window caught her eye, displaying an ensemble that felt like a deliberate bridge between high-society elegance and clinical authority. Resting upon a featureless, matte-gray mannequin, the garment stood out against the dim interior of the shop. The primary piece was a high-collared, long-sleeved tunic crafted from a heavy, pristine white fabric that caught the low light with a pearlescent sheen. It was structured with military precision, featuring a double closure secured by polished aurodium buttons that trailed down the torso.

The shoulders were sharp, accentuated by dark epaulettes that added a sense of rigid formality, while the midsection was cinched by a wide, black leather belt with a heavy metallic buckle, grounding the airy brightness of the fabric. Moving down the display, the outfit transitioned into a striking asymmetrical skirt, which was split high on the thigh to reveal the sharpness of the tailoring beneath. The clean lines of the white stone-colored textile were contrasted sharply by a sweeping black cloak that draped from the shoulders, its interior lining appearing as dark and deep as a starless void. She clapped looking at it as she was guided along towards it.

To complete the aesthetic, the mannequin was outfitted with sleek, elbow-length white gloves and a pair of structured, knee-high black boots with a formidable heel, suggesting a wearer who commanded the ground they walked upon. Crowning the display was a stiff, black officer's cap, tilted forward to obscure the mannequin's nonexistent features. The cap bore a subtle gold crest at its center, echoing the trim on the tunic and creating a cohesive, sterile, yet undeniably luxurious look that seemed perfectly suited for the curated look that Dominique sometimes chose to present. Ayumi looked at it and the shopkeeper.

"Hmm it looks good but it really needs to be modeled to make sure." She said it with a raised eyebrow but sent Dominique a holoclip as she was in the shop with a hands up. "Thinking of you and it is your size."

 

[Cartri Keswoll]

Location: Crystal Cave
Objective: Obtain a crystal
Tag: Connel Vanagor

Walking through the Soterian Crystal Caves, his footsteps echoed off the jagged stone, the sound carrying farther than he liked. Beyond that, there was only the faint, intermittent drip of water somewhere deeper in the dark. A hollow, patient rhythm that set his nerves on edge. The unease came naturally. He'd never liked confined spaces, and this place pressed in from all sides. Crawling through vents back on Darkwire had been one thing. This was different. Ancient. Oppressive.

Still, as long as he wasn't squeezing through a tunnel on his stomach, he figured he'd manage.

He stopped beside Connel, his gaze fixed on the shadowed path ahead. He'd been told to research the caves before they came, and from what he'd found, there was supposed to be more here than just kyber crystals. Much more.

"Honestly?" he muttered, glancing between his master and the darkness ahead. "Rocks, and more rocks"

They hadn't seen a single crystal yet. The only things of note were a few long-dead rodents and a weathered boot that looked like it hadn't moved in decades.

He folded his arms slightly, frowning into the gloom.

"Is there something I'm meant to be seeing, Master?"

 

[Andromeda Demir]

​

​

Andromeda met Balun Dashiell 's gaze and offered a nod of recognition. She didn't know him, but a Jedi was a Jedi, and to Andromeda a Jedi was a friend. Then she slipped from view, deeper into the cavern, listening to Dr. Volante detail the place. Andromeda was interested in the history -- to a point -- but her main concern for the moment was safety. So while she kept her ears on Dr. Volante, her other senses roamed and investigated.

She expanded her senses in the Force. She felt a familiar presence behind her in the entry -- Connel Vanagor , with whom she had crossed paths a few times before, most recently on a Jedi relief mission where they had uncovered, and ultimately defeated, a smuggling and extortion ring. It was nice that he was well and still adventuring.

Something tugged at her attention, and she focused the Force on an arched rock above. There was definitely something there, some danger. A collapse risk? She felt no Force signature of life to suggest an ambush. She held up a hand. "Dr. Volante, wait," she said, pointing up. "There's something about that rock formation. I think it might be a risk of collapse.'

Dr. Volante looked up and then looked back to Andromeda, dark eyebrows shooting up. "You have -- good instincts, Knight Demir. Our survey team identified it as weak. We've shored it up with netting and anchors. I guess you can't see that high without light."

Andromeda frowned and raised her own eyebrows. "That's -- well, that's good," she said. "Where else did the surveys identify? I don't want to be talking out my rear end if you've already flagged everything."

Reid Brimarch​