The Galactic Alliance T2 Dominion of Xagobah & Athos IV

[Choli Vyn]

Location: Xagobah orbit
Objective: Observe
Allies:[member="Asmus Janes"] @Choli Vyn [member="Zark"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Owen Holst"] [member="Kal Blonde"] Vance @Caydence

[member="Eldaah Aderyn"]
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The new Commander had already gone inside of the hanger. Choli in the meantime struggled with the impending sensation that something was terribly wrong in that ship. Biting her lower lip, the young woman struggled between listening to orders and staying put. It wouldn't do any good going against Janes' orders, especially would put both the brunette and the Rogue Leader in a bad light.

But... there was just something so viscerally wrong.

Flipping the comm. [ If you need me to go in, Rogue Leader, I can follow up right behind you. ] she said, hoping that at the very least he would give her the okay.

Having someone with you was better than going in it alone.

 

[LT-137]

Location: Xagobah - Surface
Objective: Hunt Down The Sithspawn
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, Fireteam Aeacus
Enemies: Sithspawn


The fungal surface of Xagobah wasn't where Naiad would consider himself most at home, but despite the injection he had received before planetfall, the fact he was able to move within the bounds of his armor and stalk prey once again defeated his reservations about the toxic atmosphere. He relished the thrill of the hunt, for it reminded him of his days within the Sun Guard. Of how he spent his youth tracking down his targets and handling them per his mission parameters. While there was no bounty to hunt, this operation would be little different to those that had come before. He had his target, and now all that was left was to finish the mission.

Moving silently through the tightly packed trees, afflicted with a veritable selection of fungal growths, Fireteam Aeacus stalked through the dense thicket - scanning their surroundings for a sign of civilization. Though such a sweep could’ve been completed from orbit, the details they garnered from Sluis Van hadn’t been concrete enough to pinpoint a location, and the teeming mass of lifeforms concentrated in one place did little to help their scans. Thus they had to do things the old fashioned way. Unphased by the task at hand, but regretting the hours that’d he spend cleaning after the job was done, Naiad pressed forward, swinging his rifle to cover every angle that presented itself.

Suddenly, on the fringes of his suit’s motion trackers, a crimson dot materialized. Followed by another, and another, until the entirety of his HUD’s circular tracker began to blink an earthly hue of rustic red.

 

[LT-137]

Location: Orbiting the Zayden Star.
Objective: Duty Calls Once More.
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, Rogue Squadron, [member="Zark"], [member="Asmus Janes"], [member="Choli Vyn"], [member="Owen Holst"], [member="Kal Blonde"], [member="Allyson Locke"].
Enemies: Terrors From Beyond the Veil of Reality.


There was nothing on the scanners that warranted further inspection. Just that the Zayden Star was bereft of power on all fronts, and that there were fading life signs within it’s fluted iron husk. From the myriad of vessels he had seen during the flight simulations, and from personal experience during the formative weeks of the Squadron’s very existence, Lucius had seen a plethora of starships that had failed.

The causes were almost similar in every case, either some mechanic thought he was a genius by routing power from a subsystem that he shouldn’t be touching into the power conduits, accidently bursting them with the sudden surge of power they were never rated for - or by the poor design of the spacecraft itself. This seemed like the latter, more than anything else, and who was to say how long these people had been stranded out here. The hull was pockmarked by micro-asteroids, as expected with any vessels caught adrift, and could easily be mistaken for carbon scoring due to the angle of impact and composition of the tiny celestial body. However, they thought pirates boarded the Zayden Star, and Lucius would do little to dissuade them from that foolish notion.

So, Rogue Twelve went back to scanning the various clouds of particulate debris that surrounded the derelict transport, busying himself until the order to assist their Errant Commander was given.

 

[Republic Engineering]

Location: Athos IV - Goni Military Base.
Objective: Humanitarian Aid.
Allies: The Galactic Alliance.
Enemies: Unknown.


As the chronometric count had signaled the passing of the seventh hour since the last time that Otto had glanced in that general direction, the Replica Droid found himself feeling the all too human emotion of impatience flicker through his positronic matrix. The transports ferrying his droids were supposed to arrive here nearly an hour ago - but as his vat-grown eyes turned towards the landing pad - his starship was nowhere to be found. Well, that was going to put a dent in his plans for the day. He had come to this world with a very, very tight schedule and the fact that his transport was late had forced the Executive to shuffle things around. That meant he was going to have to do something that he didn’t want to do, which was to socialize with the Ithorians presently occupying the military base - which struck him as entirely ironic due to the nature of those peaceful nomads.

Nevertheless, their understanding of the planet and their previous experience in restoring entire planetary ecologies would prove to be invaluable to his philanthropic efforts on the world below. Downing the rest of his now lukewarm tea and replacing the cup atop its saucer, Otto turned from the Starport’s lounge and headed towards the section those amphibious creatures had sequestered as their own. Perhaps by the time he was done chatting with the Ithorians, and discovering where they believed the greatest concentration of toxins dwelled, his transport would arrive, and the Republic Engineering Corporation would be able to showcase yet another variant of their multipurpose repulsor-bound droid.

Until then, the Replica Droid ran a hand through his slicked back locks of hair and readied himself for the fascinating discussions to come.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Post: 17/25
Location: Athos IV
Objective: Rebuild the Shattered Lands
Allies: [member="Saffron"]
Enemies: Unknown

"What use is your space magic here, witch?"

"I could use space magic to decontaminate but that's grossly inefficient"

"Jedi can do that? Do they usually wear armor? You're a Jedi wearing a beskar'gam"

"Before I went down the path of the Jedi I used to be in Mandalorian service - now I'm not even sure whether I'm still Mando or not"

Cathul was at risk of being declared dar'manda; that was something she could hardly afford on Azure even though Azure has almost no room left for growth population-wise. She wants the main two things to be sustainable long-term, that is, marine salt and seafood; overfishing could cost them dearly. Plus marine salt (mostly NaCl for the chemists) was useful for some chemical industries, hence said industries having also set up shop on Azure, especially if the salts also contained other compounds that mattered to other chemical industry processes. But here the remaning teams were taking up samples of soil at each 20 meters or so in a square grid. Not the tightest of grids, of course but tight enough for the environmental audits that would surely ensue. She was uneasy being called a space witch regardless of what her actual identity as a Force-user was; hundreds of what they called "100-calorie containers" in the nutritional world each contained a sample of soil after just a few hours of work.

 

[Tusk]

Location: Several miles away from Kraniea - The Contaminated Zone
Shriek-Hawk Post: 1
Dom Post:1
Object: Arrest/Kill the Anarchists

The LAAT hovered above above the barren wasteland, its heat and radiation sensors blaring distressed noises. Red lights filled the troop bay casting an ominous light over the Mandalorian mercenaries. Tusk grunted.

Athos IV, a planet once doomed by environmentalists and anarchists, once again they faced a similar group. While they weren't hear for the GA, Gil had set up some sort of deal with a Shield manufacturer on the planet who was getting harassed by these environmentalist anarchist pests. He didn't give specific orders, so he assumed it was shoot to kill if they pulled weapons on them. Unlike most local police forces, their armor was good enough to take more than a few blaster bolts if need be so they could take these criminals back with them.

The hefty Gerosian leaped from the open doors, his environmental shield, a gift from their client, activated immediately. His small unit landed beside him. Before them was a massive derelict fuel facility, the perfect hiding place for an anarchist group.

"Looks like they've got one of those environmental shield generators running in there just like over the cities."

Tusk grunted again,

"Good, it means we can get out of this karking mist."

 

[Tusk]

Location: Several miles away from Kraniea - The Contaminated Zone
Shriek-Hawk Post: 2
Dom Post:2
Object: Arrest/Kill the Anarchists

"So what do you think this place looked like. You know, before these idiots blew it to hell?"

"Not sure, maybe lots of green? A couple hills?"

The would be Mandalorian Death Squad walked through the facility, their boots squishing and clanging on the old, rusted metal. It was black as night, no doubt from the fires. Tusk grunted. His squad was super talkative and quite frankly it was beginning to annoy him. Their chatter echoed through the ancient halls. They were underestimating their target. This place was too quiet, he didn't even hear the generator yet-

"Yeah, and she had the cutest butt, glad the wife wasn't-"

He heard it before he saw it, an explosion from the insides of the walls.

Booby trap.

The explosion slammed the pair of walls together in a fiery explosion that rocked the entire building. The man was dead before he knew what happened and the other...well...

 

[Tusk]

Location: Several miles away from Kraniea - The Contaminated Zone
Shriek-Hawk Post: 3
Dom Post:3
Object: Arrest/Kill the Anarchists

"Get him back outside! Now!"

"He won't survive, the explosion karking shredded his shield generator!"

"He's got thirty minutes of oxygen, get him out! You two, form up, watch for more traps."

Tusk had taken control of the situation. That was the thing about Mandalorians, even though they didn't have ranks in the traditional sense, they just followed orders that made sense. The three remaining Mandos shouldered their blaster rifles, and walked cautiously down the hall. It led them into an atrium-like room, what probably used to be the visitor's center where they started and ended tours.

"You hear that?"

It was a low hum. Or was it plasma cutters? The trio activated their repulsor packs and dropped to the ground level.

"Place charges, we're about to blow these anarchists out of their little hut."

 

[Tusk]

BOOM!

The charges exploded breaking the thick durasteel floor away and rocking the fuel station. It took a split second for Tusk's HUD to make sense of the mess of smoke and heat before it recognized life signitures below. Blaster bolts flew up out of the hole wildly. Apparently they thought their booby trap had killed off their threat. With a smirk and a grunt Tusk jumped down into the hole, laughing maniacally.

Stun bolts flew from his blaster hitting target after target square in the chest. One had the bright idea to try and bash him with a chair. The ancient metal thing broke off of Tusk's large body and armor.

"Heh...heh...heh...." Tusk's unsettling guttural chuckle sent the young man scurrying away, but not fast enough. His hand gripped the collar of the man's shirt and with a little kick of the Force, he sent him flying up out of the hole and face first into the steel floor, knocking him out.

"Is that all of them Tusk?"

"I think so."

 

[Tusk]

"You know you're crazy right?"

"I like to fight and eat. Little else matters."

"Oh so NOW you're talkative?"

The trio laughed as the group of seven anarchists stumbled in front of them, bound in manacles.

"We will stop the corrupt elite from ruining this planet again!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah keep talking."

"Our Leader will make sure you all meet a fiery end! Mercenary scum!"

"I'd like to see him try," taunted one of the Mandalorians. Of COURSE he would openly challenge an unknown to a battle without knowing the full extent of what was to come. Why did Tusk always get the chatty ones?

As if on cue the side of the wall began to glow. Tusk immediately understood what was happening. His two massive arms clotheslined his comrades, sending them back and to the floor, giving Tusk very little time to jump out of the way. A Turbolaser blasted through the wall, killing half of the prisoners.

 

[HK-36]

[member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Michael Sardun"],

"Hey Prexy,"

The droid greeted Aeron with a casual, slightly awkward, wave,

"That- that is how you have been pronouncing it the whole time? We should have really had a discussion about that way earlier,"

HK quipped as he reached out to take that offered hand and shake it back in his six fingered armored limb,

"It is good to be back, I was planning on slumbering much longer but Kerrigan decided it was time for me to wake up so she dropped my sarcophagus with me still inside on some One Sith troops."

The droid glanced about the place, releasing her hand,

"So what are we up to? Did we ran out of Bando Gora and we have to pick a fight with Warlords now?"

He looked to Sardun and motioned towards the Jedi.

"And for once the Jedi are not too high and mighty to fight alongside us?"

From the droid's experience, coming to the Jedi's aid in the recent history was a rather thankless job, but then again he usually came to pick a fight with the Sith without being asked and then expected the Jedi to thank and praise him anyway.

 

[Tusk]

The blast left his ears ringing. He could hear muffled shouting over his coms. Had they been ambushed? The Gerosian struggled to stand up, leaning against the durasteel wall beside him for support. His helmet visor was cracked, his armor scorched and he was completely dazed.

"Tusk, we have to move!" He nodded. Some of the prisoners were still alive, but if another blast like that came through, no one would be surviving much longer. With a grunt he tossed two of the prisoners over the gap in the building as it began to shift. It was collapsing and there was little he could do about it.

"This is Team 1 requesting extraction some karking maniac has the whole building in his sights and he's blasting at us with Turolasers!."

"Yeah, we saw, we're on our way!"