The Scouring of Umbara [GR Dominion of Umbara]

[Cecily Demici]

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Spoiler: Of Umbara...

Informally known as the Shadow Planet because sunlight never completely reaches its surface, which plunges the world in almost complete darkness. Still, the people of Umbara have a highly advanced form of fungus farming which has successfully sustained it for centuries.

Spoiler: Points of Interest

Nox, Capital City
Nox is the hub of commerce and the center of power for the dark planet. It glows perpetually with a ghostly luminescence, with a single bright column of light like a beacon, emanating from the Palace.

The Palace is a sprawling building of a mysterious glowing material like white marble. It is surrounded by lush luminescent gardens. Guests are received by the Emperor in the Throne Room.

Twilight Farms, Umbaran Mushroom Farm
The planet's countryside is dominated by similar farms, but this farm in particular is one of the biggest. On the far outskirts of the capital city, this farm was once dominated by gigantic glowing mushrooms which were harvested and used to nourish the people of the planet.

However, in the last few months all of the mushrooms have started to wither and die without any explanation. Now, these once lush fields, are desolate and full of decaying stalks of giant mushrooms.

Twilight, Rural Village
One of many rural villages on Umbara, this particular village is one of the largest and supports one of the largest fungus farms. A sprawling collection of luminescent huts and buildings, this village has been hit the hardest by the famine and starving people have been flooding the town in droves as they seek relief from their own plight.

Spoiler: Government

Varo Syl, Emperor of Umbara
The Umbaran Emperor was once revered by his people as wise and just. Cunning and calculating, as all Umbarans must be, he is well known as the primary reason that Umbara has maintained its isolationist policies against the rest of the galaxy. He is also the reason that Umbara has been able to thrive for so long without support from larger galactic powers. Still, as shrewd as he was on the galactic scale, he was once a capable and very aware leader of his people, giving them him full devotion.

However, recently he has become unresponsive to his people, sealing the capital city as droves of citizens flock there to seek relief from their starvation. As unrest seems imminent he has taken to publicly executing those who speak out against him and his people have utterly abandoned hope in his ability to rule.

Cicero, Advisor to the Emperor
Not a native Umbaran, Cicero has, nevertheless, thrived on the dark planet. He is cunning, cruel, and believed to have the complete and total trust of the Emperor. His influence on planetary government is evident. Only in the job for a few months, the Emperor consults him on every matter and seemingly never disagrees with him.

Despite not being an umbaran, he could easily be mistaken for one with his extremely pale skin. The one thing that sets him apart from the others is his oily black hair. He also, notably, is missing an eye.

Spoiler: People

As whole, the Umbaran people are incredibly clever. They have long been players in galactic politics, owing to their ability to subtly influence the minds of others. This is reflected in the upper rings of Umbaran society, where political games dominate.

However, the more simple commoners of Umbara do not have such devious plans always at work. Right now they are only worried about surviving. They wont seek to influence foreigners unless they see them as a direct threat, but even then, in the starving state they are in their powers are greatly exhausted.

The Galactic Republic has received a strange distress signal from the mysterious planet of Umbara. Detailing a devastating famine, the Umbarans claim the planetary government has failed to respond to the wide-spread death and disease sweeping the planet as the result and have asked the Republic to intervene.

The Galactic Republic, unable to ignore such a desperate plea, directs their various resources to go to the planet of Umbara to assist in their struggle...

A fleet of Galactic Republic ships have just entered orbit around Umbara and are preparing to land.

Spoiler: objectives

Objective One: Power Behind the Throne (Senators, Politicians, Jedi Consulars,)
Travel to the capital city of Nox and seek audience with the Emperor of Umbara to discover why he has not taken action to help his people.

Spoiler: Objective One Expanded

There is something very strange about the reaction, or lack thereof, of the Emperor to this global crisis. Many local leaders suspect that the mysterious advisor to the Emperor, Cicero, has something to do with the recent change in tone.

Go to the capital and flesh out the evil that works there.

Objective Two: Sweet Relief (Republic Military, Jedi, Doctors/Healers etc)
Travel to the rural farming town of Twilight where starving people have gathered and set up a disaster relief center. Heal the sick, feed the hungry, and provide rations.

Spoiler: Objective Two Expanded

After the Emperor sealed the capital to starving refugees fleeing the famine, the stricken Umbarans flocked to Twilight and the town can no longer sustain the huge influx of people and more people are arriving every day.

If the people of Umbara hope to survive they will need Republic support.

Objective Three: Blighted Lands (Republic Military, Jedi, Scientists, etc)
Travel to Twilight Farms where a blight has devastated the land and help the local farmed find the source of the sudden and unexplained death of their crops.

Spoiler: Objective Three Expanded

Suddenly a few weeks ago all of the crops started dying as if they were being sucked of their life force, but the Umbarans cannot find a source for this destruction. The fungus is free of disease and is well nourished, but still it dies.

This is very suspicious and they need someone to get to the bottom of this mystery.

Objective Four: Special Little Snowflakes
Sometimes you just want to do your own thing and be a special little snowflake.

Spoiler: Objective Four Expanded

Just don't go around derailing any other objectives or the GM will make a Zillo Beast appear in your vicinity.

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Location: Private Air Base
Objective: 1
Allies: Senators, Ministry of State, Jedi
Enemies: TBD
Post: [ 01/20 ]

"Awaiting your orders, ma'am," a high ranking officer in the Galactic Republic Navy had briskly entered the private conference room where Cecily had been taking tea. She gave a stiff salute to the Minister of State and held her position as a sign of respect.

"At ease," Cecily said gently as she rose from her chair, the officer reposed, "have we been contacted by the Umbaran forces?"

"No ma'am, the government of Umbara has remained silent since our arrival, however we have established contact with a private air base outside the capital city who have given us leave to land," the officer answered dutifully.

"Very good, lieutenant, instruct all ships of the landing coordinates, we will put our boots on the ground there and decide how best to move forward. Establish contact with Chazwa and inform the Prime Minister that we have arrived safely," Cecily had never fought in any wars, but ever in command of her surroundings, she could have easily been mistaken for a seasoned veteran the way she gave directives.

"Yes, ma'am,"

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Little less than a half hour later, a small group of diplomatic ships, emblazoned with the insignia of the Republic descended on the small air base that lay half-way between the capital city of Nox and Twilight, the small village where refugees had converged. As she descended the ramp of her own ship, she looked around at all of those who had joined the Republic on this mission.

It was here she hoped to meet [member="Gerion Ardik"] , the Umbaran who had first contacted the Republic seeking aid.

[member="Lady Kay"] l [member="Danny Colen"] l [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] l [member="Solan Charr"] l [member="Strider Garon"] l [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] l [member="Jalek Arkada"] l [member="The Squirrely"] l [member="Illyana Nightshade"] l [member="Mantic Dorn"] l [member="Varus Shatterstar"] l [member="Corvus Raaf"] l [member="Lugus Porkins"] l [member="gerion ardik"] l [member="Reverance"]

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective Three: Blighted Lands
Location Umbaran Mushroom farm
Allies [member="Illyana Nightshade"] [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="Jalek Arkada"] [member="The Squirrely"]
Enemy: Unknown

Post 1/20

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The field was a tragic sight. The blight, or whatever it was, had devestated the land and where the peculiar mushroms shoud be lighting up the area there was only dead stubs and dust left. At the far side of the mushroom filed where Mantic and his padawan [member="Illyana Nightshade"] had landed their ship only few signs was left of what must once have been a healthy farm.

Mantic knelt down and pressed an open hand toward the ground. He took a deep breath and tried to keep his senses open. The report had been clear. The locals had suspsected something unnatural. And it had not been dissmissed as local superstition. Instead the republic had sent a request for jedi assistance to solve the mystery behind the blight. He and [member="Illyana Nightshade"] had arrived first to the site it seemed. They were to report to a group of republic investigators however and MAntic had hesitated about making their presence known to the locals before he knew what the investigating team had in mind.
They were supposed to bring advanced equipment which most likely could exclude if the blight had natural causes or not.

"I am not certain padawan," he mumled to Illyana as the two watched the field. "If this is the work of the dark side it is not obvious. But remain alert until we have established contact with the investigator team. My guess is that they will hail us once they arrive. Mean while I think we should keep a low profile." Mantic looked at his padawan with a curious expression. "Have you done any operations prior to becoming my padawan similair to this? I got to admit - for one has not seen anything like it before."

 

[Corvus Raaf]

[Post=1/20]​

The memo was one of hundreds she received a day. A helpful sort filtered the ones she had to read from the ones she ought to read and the ones selling beach-front property on Kamino.

She skim-read it and deleted it the moment she had. Sometimes these things needed to be kept away from prying eyes. She headed to her ship and reviewed the salient points as she walked.

...very sensitive mission to the sovereign planet of Umbara...recently received a distress signal in light of a wide-spread famine...special clearance...strange rumors...manipulating...a Jedi with us in the Palace...

Not typical, not expected and given who sent it, not to be ignored. So she confirmed all meetings would have to be postponed until her return, and she asked that her lessons be allocated to another.

Finally she considered bringing one of her Padawans along. It was not the risk of the assignment that made her decision for her. Nor the delicacy of the matter. It was simply a matter of numbers. Two Jedi stood out more than one. It was as simple as that.

[member="Cecily de Demici"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

Objective: 2 Sweet Relief​

Location: Town of Twilight​

Allies: [member="Strider Garon"]​

Enemies: No one​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DU203TWhrTE​

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Solan looked over the information that passed his eyes one after another and he sighed before a wide smile found his face once more. Around them sick and hungry were starting to get relief and Solan could only look at them in his own sadness while he pushed through the info. Being around people who were in such a situation pushed him to think of his daughter and he personally saw to healing or feeding any children that needed such. Sure it was harder to keep control of the info being passed onto him but Kira acted as his mind for him while his body worked on wounds.​

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The bond he shared with the Ashlan wolf grew stronger each day that they were working as a team, it was like having a being who you could trust with anything. There was no thought either could hide from the other because of the bond so he could only just look at the dark blue ashlan when it nipped his ear for dozing off on his focus. 'Ya ya, i know...' He thought to himself, words the wolf would hear from its perch on his shoulder. "Ok i need more supplies sent to the northern base came, make sure Strider is informed of the coming of the supplies. There is also some homes in disrepair, send my personal defense squads to help repair the buildings. No weapons past a single sidearm."​

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He looked at the man to his side while he paused to compose himself before pushing back into healing the child infront of him. It was a simple, basic flu. It wasnt dangerous or hard to cure but he was no healer. He was someone who enjoyed beauty and helped people but he took lives, he did not give life. "And hurry it up on those commands and information to my counterpart. The longer you take the more these people suffer."​

 

[Reverance]

Objective 1: Power behind the throne
Location: Private room, within grasp of the throne
Allies: The darkside, sith alchemy, and assassins
Enemies: Nosy Republic and the betrayer who sent for aid, [member="Cecily de Demici"]
Post: 1/20

Ill news is an ill guest...

Reverance...The Wrath...Gabriel Sionoma...Walter Avius. The Sith Lord had used several aliases in his life, for one purpose or another. Prior to being given the position of Hand within the One Sith, he had gone entirely unnamed on the battlefield. It was easier that way, meant that for purposes like this, he wouldn't need the help of alchemists within the One Sith. But because of infamy, one must take actions that lean towards desperation. As he looked through the mirror of his personal room, given to him by the Emperor for his dutiful service to the Umbaran dynasty, a blond haired pale faced young man looked back. Two eyes, of electric blue, he was a rather large Umbaran. The alchemists could change only so much.

Cicero. He mouthed the name to the mirror as he felt the change in his face, tainted with the darkside but inherently devoid of it. What was born from the darkness now stood in the light. Well, as much as one could on Umbara. As he put on the shadowcloak, he assumed the mantle of direct council to the Emperor, elevated to position above the Rootai for the implied scheming and assassinations that led him to the Emperor. Not formally, but everyone knew that the honey dripping from the hushed whispers of Cicero flowed freely into the ear of the Emperor. And while no one could understand it, they complied with it for now, out of fear that words spoken aloud would lead to death or worse: exile. It's cold planet and even colder when removed from the position to influence to the governing body.

Some would wonder why. It was simple. Umbara stood on the flank of the domain held by the Republic. It was worth the effort and worth the interest. That when he was so readily given the opportunities to fight and kill, he could take a break and scheme and influence. Move the strings and watch the puppet dance. And he wasn't fond of the idea of someone clipping those strings.

"We have a problem..." A member of the One Sith, unnamed for the very purpose, spoke quietly from the shadows of the room.
"Maybe..."
"The Grand Republic is arriving to aid, the famine will be reversed."

It was a possibility, one that was always the case. One can not fly so close to the sun without feeling the heat, without risking their wings.

"I will speak with the Emperor directly, we will have an audience." He looked back towards the unnamed figure. "Prepare our ships and send word, we may need to leave quickly."

Another ounce of consumption, to pull the essence from the Emperor. The Grand Republic would find a withered shadow of the Emperor resting upon the throne, corrupted and demented. And at his right hand, Cicero, speaker of truths and good will.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Location: Private Air Base

Objective: 1

Allies: Senators and Jedi

Enemies: Will find out later

Post: 1


Kay received the message sent by Senator [member="Cecily de Demici"] just as she was leaving Commenor again. But of course her own personal business against the
Cartel could wait for a short while.

It wasn't long after Senator Demici's ship had arrived that Kay's small freighter had landed. She never really used the same ship for long and due to her own missions, she couldn't let the ships that she was on bear any insignia. But she always radioed ahead so that others knew who she was.

Before exiting the ship, Kay gathered her satchel containing her tea cup, small kettle, water and food rations, spare clothes and a small blaster. She had to be prepared for almost anything. Speaking of almost anything, she had to prepare to come across other Force users as well. Not wanting to give herself away by accident, she focused on the Force, manipulating her presence as she was taught by a 'friend', reducing it until it was the size of a small tree nut. It would take some concentration to keep it small for a while, but she was alright with that as she wasn't alone.

Now she was ready. Kay exited the ship once the ramp was lowered and stepped towards Senator Demici, bowing her head as she arrived. "I take it that I have arrived just in time?"

 

[Vivienne Zambrano]

{1/20}
OBJECTIVE: 2- Feed the Hungry
LOCATION: Twilight Town
ALLIES: [member="Solan Charr"]

Spoiler: Music

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

"Here you go, Mister. I hope you feel better soon," a soft voice said, coming from a child who looked to be no more than eight years old. The little thing was helping hand out rations to those who needed them. Well, more accurately one could say she was simply reaching into a box, grabbing a small pack, and handing it to the next person in line. It was Master Yunfei, the one who had saved her from Chaos, that was doing the real work. She had the lists, she kept track of the supplies, and she made sure the child was doing her 'job'.

Not that the kid minded. Helping others usually made her feel good, and this was no exception. The people here needed more help, and hope, then most, and she was more than delighted to provide. Even if she didn't exactly know what she was doing. Yunfei had told her that what they were handing out would keep some of the citizens fed. That had been enough to make her decide that she was doing the right thing. Originally she had wanted to help the sick, but her guardian angel Jedi had said no, worried that she might get ill.

"You just had a cold last weak, deary. We don't want a repeat of that!" the old lady had said, and that had been the end of it.

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: Private Air Base
Objective: 1
Allies: Senators, Ministry of State, Jedi [member="Cecily de Demici"] [member="Lady Kay"]
Enemies: Lurking
Post 1/20

Faith was already on her feet ready to walk down the ramp onto the surface of Umbara. She wished for once that her Tia was near, the elder was a healer and would have found the citizens of Umbara to be in dire need of care. And would have given it without hesitation.

As the creaking noise of the lowering of the ramp ceased Faith walked out and looked around, she could see the other ships landing some private some belonging to the republic fleet.

Today she dressed in the softness of grey, a color that was not extremely well suited to her like the other colors that she had been offered, perhaps she should design some kind of outfit that she could wear just for this.

Faith walked down slowly she wondered should she have sent a message off to those who were close to her.

She had assigned a younger officer of great potential Malachai Dunn to be the representative on the staff of the Supreme Commander [member="Gir Quee"] she had sent Malachai to him just before her departure. She felt they would be a good fit as Malachai was young, mission driven, unmarried, and thought nothing of politics to influence him. He was there to work. She hoped he and Gir got along.

Spoiler

Malachai is an NPC currently did not have a PC who could fulfill the role

 

[Strider Garon]

Objective: 2 Sweet Relief
Location: Town of Twilight
Allies: [member="Solan Charr"]
Enemies: No one
Post Count: 1/20

Field Marshal Strider Garon stood watch over the crowded meal line. Like any mandalorian he was clad in beskargam, his worn out golden cape flapping in the wind as his T visored helmet protected him from the all too familiar stench of death and illness. He was armed, though repeatedly asked not to be, there was no one alive that would be able to disarm the old warrior. No matter the situation. This was a humanitarian action, the republic wanted to promote peace but this old dog knew that if you wanted peace, prepare for war. Especially when stuck in in the middle of desperate starving civilians, tension could boil over into blood shed just with in a blink of an eye. So this was possibly why a well positioned mandalorian could sway such just by presence alone. This is what made him a asset here and now.

Solan's aide moved towards Strider. The hound of keldabe spotted him instantly as he had many run ins with the young man. He was more then not a messenger boy between him and Charr. The man was busy doing his thing so this boy was necessary to keep the communications flowing. "Sir!" The republic pencil pusher would try to catch Garon's attention with proper etiquette. He would of saluted but Strider had harshly scolded him earlier in the day for such. "Mr Charr wants to report that more food supplies are inbound"

Strider nodded in acknowledgment. His eyes, though masked by the T visor, was heavily focused on the never ending line of civilians waiting for their meal.

"Sir! If i may speak frankly" the aid, named Tanner braved

Strider nodded again.

"This people may feel a bit more at ease if you took your helmet off. I honestly believe you are frightening the children"

Strider turn his head towards Tanner, the cold glare of the T Visor sent chills down the boys spine adding more proof to his statement. Strider just stood there looking at the young man, blessed with youth and looks to match. This was probably his first disaster zone he had ever been in. For Strider, he had lived a life time of violence and he had the scars to prove it. Strider was no angel, he had partook in slaughter and murder. He have left planets devastated in his wake. Such was the role of a soldier. "Boy! Do you think my grizzled war torn face be more appeasing?"

Tanner stood there contemplating replying but halted himself, twisted on his heals and marched away.

 

[Illyana Nightshade]

Objective: 3 - Blighted Lands
Location: Umbaran Mushroom Farm
Allies: [member=Mantic Dorn], [member=Lilin Imperieuse], [member=Jalek Arkada], and [member=The Squirrely]
Enemy: Unknown

Post Number: 1/20

Looking out at the field Illyana felt a mix of sorrow, anger, and not completely. Whoever did this to the field must be some sort of monster. She remembered how she had thought it strange that Jedi would be sent to check out a dead field, but now that they were here it was obvious wasn't natural someone or something did this. She looked to Mantic as he knelt wondering what he was doing. "I hope they arrive soon Master. This blight doesn't seem natural and being here makes me feel . . . uneasy." Illyana glanced away when matic had asked about her experience in this sort of mission. "I . . . this is honestly my first real mission master." She looked back feeling a bit embarrassed by her inexperience.

 

[Vivienne Zambrano]

{2/20}
OBJECTIVE: 2- Feed the Hungry
LOCATION: Twilight Town
ALLIES: The Grand Republic

Spoiler: Music

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

As the time passed, it became more and more clear just how many people needed help. While the child had only expected a dozen or so people, so far she was sure she had handed out at least a hundred packages (the reality was that she had given out twenty, but it felt like a lot to her). There were so many people who lad so little and needed so much...

It wasn't hard for the child to feel the desperation, the sadness, in the air. People were sick, they were hungry, and they were tired. The war between the Sith and the Republic had taken a toll on everyone- not just those directly involved. Vivienne didn't know that, sure. but she felt it's effects. Maybe it was a good thing that all she could feel was the misery, and not the anger that caused it.

My mother said that my father was a good man, she had once told Yunfei, but people give me weird looks when I tell them my last name... If the citizens of Twilight Town knew who the girl was, well, some of them wouldn't want help anymore. At least not from her.

"I hope you have a nice day, sir," the child said, handing yet another package out. Twenty-one down, many to go.

 

[Kralossk]

Objective: Why, be special of course
Location: A shifty cantina in Nox
Allies: The filthy lovely folks of the Republic
Enemies: TBD
Post: 1/20

Hunter, savage, zealot, droid. Kralossk had been called all these things, but the one he hated the most was droid. He was not, and never would be a simple piece of metal. No honorable Trandoshan would let his form be destroyed under the careful watch of the Scorekeeper. Kralossk lived and died by her will, and her grace upon her children in the form of Jagganath points. So now, Kralossk descended upon Umbara to claim his points from the Goddess.

As his metallic form sat in the cantina, his metal fingers tapped in succession upon the table with a clang. The target he had chosen was a bit more of a...personal one. He'd heard there was a bounty hunter on the planet, one trying to escape after learning of the Republic's arrival. Said bounty hunter, was a droid.

 

[Vivienne Zambrano]

{2/20}
OBJECTIVE: 2- Feed the Hungry
LOCATION: Twilight Town
ALLIES: The Grand Republic

Spoiler: Music

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-iepu3EtyE&index=5&list=PL16B22E52465A93A4[/media]

Spoiler: Music

"You already got a packet, sir. We don't have enough rations for everyone to get two," someone said, a hint of anger in their voice. A few heads turned, including Vivienne's, and all eyes were upon a duo a dozen meters away. A Chiss wearing a loose military outfit was looking down on a frail-looking Umbaran. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you any more."

That provoked a surprisingly strong reaction from the malnourished citizen.

"What the frak am I supposed to do, then?!? I'm starving here! The frakking packets you're giving out barely have enough for one meal! How do you expect me to feed myself with this?" She practically roared, a dangerous glint in her eyes. Despite the hand that Yunfei put out to hold Vivienne back, the child moved forward, wanting to get a better look.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but you aren't the only person we have to feed. There are many, many others we're here to help. We're doing our best to help as many people as we can now. We'll be sending in more supplies soon, but this is all we have for now. Now please, move along so the others can get food too."

"You should have brought more. You should... you should have been prepared for this," the woman choked out, her voice breaking a little. Underneath her anger there seemed to be... sadness. Worry. "I don't want to ask for your help. None of us do. But some of us need it. And if this is the most you can offer..." She paused, glancing around at those gathered, painfully aware of the eyes on her. "Perhaps some of us would be better off alone."

Vivienne started to move, wanting to speak to the woman, to try and comfort her or find some other way to help her. But a hand found it's way onto her shoulder, holding her back. Confused, she looked up to find the kindly old woman, Yunfei, looking at her with a sad look. Quietly the Master ushered her student back to the ration stand, staying quiet. It wasn't until everyone had gone back to work that she spoke.

"There are some who will need our help but not want it. There will be those who we may want to help, but find ourselves unable to. There will be some who will need more help than we can provide. And we must do what we can, when we can, to give as much as we can. But we must know that we can only give so much, lest we leave ourselves with nothing to give to anyone at all."

The child didn't get it, but she nodded, trying to hide the disappointment in her eyes.
Then she went back to working, almost as if she hadn't seen how the woman's ribs had seemed to protrude from her chest...

 

[NPC Units]

Location: Twilight
Objective: 4

Steve hadn't been on a mission in some time. With the dissappearence of his master and the chaos of finding a new master, the little yellow Jedi fell through the cracks and was spending most of his days training on what he knew. Which wasn't much at all. But he had down the Basic sword motions and footwork.

In the village of Twilight, Steve wondered with food in hand, giving out what he had to women and children. Mainly he was there for support, but he was also there to get back on his feet as a Jedi. His squeaky shoes alerting all to his presence and his adorable smile made even the most gruff Umbaran relax a little.

He found a large rock, or a small one to anyone else but a child, and perched and began performing tricks for the children to entertain them. Floating rocks, turning twigs and leaves into puppets and putting on a show.

A little yellow Jedi began to bring light back to this dark village.

 

[Lugus Porkins]

Location: Hyperspace on the YT-2000 The Silent Stargazer
Allies: [member="Corvus Raaf"] (No one else is on the ship)
Objective: Reconnect with an old friend by taking her back to that hell of a planet they kissed on… ok it was CPR.
Enemies: Not at the moment
Post: [ 01/20 ]

He was different from the last time they met. His hair was longer then for one. It was starting to get its shag back but still it wasn’t nearly as long. His face might have been fatter back then as well, but the new beard did a good job of hiding that. Where had he been? He wasn’t completely inclined to saw. Sight seeing was the number one answer. The biggest lie. Failing to find his missing sister was the real answer. Getting lost along the way was another possibility. He found himself back in the Republic for a moment however. Just long enough to see his old friend again and learn there was trouble on Umbara.

Umbara...

He swore he would never go back to that place. He never was fond of dark and gloomy places. He liked the night and the stars but places submerged in darkness were at the bottom of his vacation destinations. He couldn’t let Corvus go by herself however. Even though she definitely doubled him in combat skills and could probably hold her own against a rancor while Lugus fled. It’s the thought that counts.

He sat in the cockpit of his ship looking out at the streaking stars. He loved hyper jumps. When he was a freshed faced pilot with the navy he remembered the veteran pilots would laugh at those who got sick by it. Lugus never did. He never laughed at them and never got sick by the image through the Transparisteel.

He stayed quiet for the most part watching the image in front of him. His companion in the copilot seat. He leaned toward her slightly but didn’t take his eyes off the view, “Happy late Birthday by the way. If I could have been there I would have. I hope the rhyscate made it undamaged.”

 

[James Justice]

Location: In route to Twilight Farms
Allies: Galactic Republic
Objective: Sweet Relief
Enemies: Who could hate a face like this?
Posts: 1/20
Musical accompaniment here

James gripped the yoke of the Drunken Angel and tried not to feel nausea. His wild, unpredictable Force empathy had kicked in--now he was feeling all of the pain and suffering of the starving locals. It never failed to happen, he sighed. "Reed, could ye take the helm for me?"

The cheerful R3 unit, James' faithful companion, bubbled in affirmative.

"Thank ye, yer a champ," James said lurching himself from the chair. He walked down the short hall to the galley where he pulled out a flask of Urqua and permitted himself some of its intoxicating pain relief. It burned going down and was nasty, but it was cheep and he wasn't about to reward his occasional alcoholism with flavor. After another few swigs, he looked out the portal and saw the ionized air flecking off the ship's hull. It always struck the freighter as beautiful, in a way. Then he felt the Drunken Angel land down. James smiled. They were closer, and the pain was more intense, but it was manageable. "Time to get help to these good people."

James patted the 434 DeathHammer on his side for good measure. Yes, it was there and ready just in case.

With the most charismatic smile on his face a being could muster, he sauntered down the Angel's ramp. He had come bringing over 70 tons of food and medical supplies to help these poor people in the name of the Galactic Republic. And to be honest, he had barely covered expenses. "Who's hungry?"

 

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LOCATION : In route to Twilight
ALLIES : Galactic Republic
ENEMY : Nit at the moment
OBJECTIVE : Deliver ration to the nearby settlement
POST : 1/20

The objective of this operation was simple enough , deliver the ration to a settlement name Twilight and guard it . It's not as grand like He wanted it to be . But , order is order . He wants denied it or else there would be a fatal consequences .

At first look the Planet He was assigned with His Squad reeks with awful smell. The influx of refugees has done that . There is also rumor that the crops has started to die mysteriously . But , that isn't His concern .

And so CT-504 began to march toward the village named Twilight with His Squad .