Tracks in the Desert [Mandalorian Dominion of Elom]

[Anija Betna]

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Elom Orbit
Aboard the Type 2 Keldabe Class Battleship Beviin

Objectives:

Spoiler

1. Medical Aid: Providing medical services to the locals who were affected by the civil war, and by the fighting between the lommite miners and the various militias and mercenaries.
2. Mining/Exploration: Securing mining rights for Lommite and beginning to drill. Please RP the gaining of mining rights before you begin drilling.
3. Defense:
   • Assisting the locals by helping to repel the mercenaries/gangs from the settlements and the mines.
   • Teaching the locals how to defend themselves and training and organizing them into a police/defense force. Perhaps bringing in some Mandalorian Protectors to station here and train them.
   • Combat is not the overall goal of this dominion. I will be happy to provide NPC opposition if you wish, though it will be pretty generic.
4. Character Development: You MAY use this thread as development for your character or tech, provided the tech or character development fits with the overall thread. This thread while, 100 posts are required for the Dominion to be considered complete, does NOT need to stop at the 100 posts. If you wish to continue posting to complete whatever personal storyline you were working on, please do so.

The List
[member="Dariak Talesa"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Ijaat Akun"] | [member="Teroch Gra'tua"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Graad Hokan"] | [member="Briika Detta"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Rianna Ar'klim"] | [member="Kad Tor"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Sarli Ra-Suutar"] | [member="Andras Garon"] | [member="Strider Garon"]@ Anyone else I forgot.

The comm crackled for a moment through the various dropships and hangar bays aboard the Beviin. Anija knew her Mandalorian brothers and sisters were ready and waiting for orders. "Olarom, vode. Today, we work to bring Elom into the Mandalorian influence. This is a cold, desert planet. The native Elom and Elomin can be somewhat reclusive and slow to trust, according to various reports and historical accounts. We are here, for three reasons: To offer medical aid to those affected by the local civil war which followed the Great Disappearance. To secure mining rights for Lommite. And to assist the Elom and Elomin in building a defense force of their own. I do not know the current situation in great detail, but many reports suggest that group of pirates and mercenaries have come and taken over the mining of Lommite for their own gain. We are not here to subjugate this world, but to support them in regaining their sovereignty."


Location: Elom Settlement [Surface] and Elomin Settlement [A'driannamieq Mountains]

The surface of Elom was cold, and covered in endless desert and wilderness. In spite of this, the surface-dwelling Elom had managed to reclaim portions of it to use for agriculture. These days though, the surface was in a bit of a shambles. Months of fighting following the Great Disappearance had left a great many of the Elom homes and settlements in ruins. Their fields fallow. Here and there, patches of green could be seen as the Elom had begun to start their agriculture efforts anew.

In the mountain settlements of the Elomin, their colony had survived the conflict fairly well. But even here, one would find several passages between caverns of the various settlements collapsed. Clearing these collapses was not a simple task. And would most likely require heavy machinery that the Elomin didn't have. Most of it had been seized by the pirates and mercenaries who'd taken over the mines.


Location: Lommite Mines and Pirate Camps

The mines themselves were another story altogether. Since the pirates had moved in, the conditions in the mines had worsened considerably. THe pirates had seized what mining machinery the Elomin had, and were using it to drill for more Lommite, while forcing the Elomin to mine for them, using not much more than powered hand tools. It wasn't the most time-effective method, but the pirates found it rather effective at keeping the Elom and Elomin in line. They were so worn out after a day of mining in this manner, that there was little time or thought for staging a rebellion.


Location: Type 2 Keldabe Battleship Beviin

Aboard the Beviin, Anija watched her status readouts, nodding in satisfaction as the status of several dropships carrying scouts, some carrying medical personnel and equipment, and others carrying men and mining equipment changed from red to green. A grin spread across her face as she watched the rest of the status indicator for each vessel flicker over from red to green. "Slanar!" she called, giving the order which would release each dropship from it's docking clamps, and the signal for each shuttle pilot to lift their craft off it's docking cradle and begin the transit to the planet below.

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Shuttle aboard the beviin
Objective: 3 Defense
Team: Mando Ori'ramikade (Ten man team)
Post Count: 1/20

The old man would chuckle to himself as Field Marshal Anija Ordo made her announcement and more specifically that there would be no subjugation involved in this mission. He could feel the female warrior's tongue sniping the words at the much older Garon for Strider and his brother were well known for their brutish tactics. Clan Garon was infamously known for conquest and though highly efficient at the task they were cruel in their methods for their common belief was that 'war was cruel, the crueler it was the faster it was over'. They were vicious fighters, the warrior's warrior and could be considered lords of war. Battlefield was where they thrived and Strider himself had lived the violent life for decades. His own body was a bible of scars and ancient wounds holding testament to the gruesome life he had survived in such that made the man he was today.

So when there was a reminder out that said mission was more on the lines of diplomatic hug a punk type, he took it that was solely directed at him. See, Strider was not above such tactics. Actually he valued such peaceful ways just as much as he valued the violence of true combat. They all had their place in the grand scheme. Mand'alor had many tools in his box, Strider and those like him were good at bloodwork and when placed properly could effectively decimate enemies, conquest planets and subjugate populace with out batting an eye, he was the sledge hammer and sword at the same time. But such tools can't win you an entire galaxy alone and thats why Mand'alor needed such mando'ad like Anija. though she was a capable warrior that would be classified in the elite class and that was not including her mastery of the force. But she was more tactile in the arts of diplomacy and relation building. Such could win over planets and factions with words and some days with out the drawing of blood.

All tools of the trade, all useful and a necessity to the expansion and preservation of the mandalorians. Today, the hound had a tight leash on and he knew it. He was invited on this mission to help train the indigenous folk on how to defend themselves. In his mind it was more life what special forces would call force multiplying. He will land and operate with a small team of commandos and select representatives from the warrior culture to inspire the natives and train them the best they can. In turn, they are building comrade and in the long run they would of built a mando friendly force with minimal expenditure.

Strider felt the locks disengage off his shuttle. The pilot was given the green light to go. The old man would look about, his commandos were geared up just as he was. Clad in armor and all T shape visors that filled the troop hold. All of them vode that he would trust with his life without hesitation. "Suvarir!" Strider would broadcast back to the commander of this mission, letting [member="Anija Ordo"] know with a single word that he was on the same page. The hound was leashed, the bloodlust incheck.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: Shuttle on Beviin
Objective: 3--Defense
Team: Me
Posts: [1/20]


Her eyes darted from one Mandalorian to another, the fascination on her face as she took in the various armours, gadgets, and paintings adorned on them. She was new , green and wet behind the ears, to their way of life. So new in fact she had not yet proven herself to them to begin the construction of her own personal armour, but that was fine by her. Her motto had always been 'They can't kill what kills them first.' She may not have their combat skill sets, yet, but she could drop a target from unfathomed distances or squeeze off a session of shots so quick that she had been accused of having Force-like reflexes. And since she had decided to play role of defender instead of hunter, the kills in her mind were already adding up.

Feeling slightly alone since she had no comrades, or what they called vods, at the moment, she closed her eyes letting the vibrations course through her like a gentle lullaby. Soon she would have her chance to prove herself. Soon she would the chance to earn their respect. Soon she would make them proud of her. Then the shuttle departed and she was off. A new life. A new future.

Unsure how long the trip would take, she decided now would be a good time as any to break down her weapons, new ones she would create later, and begin cleaning them. A poorly conditioned weapon would result in death. And she was not ready to die. First she went to work on her old blaster rifle, trusty but old, cleaning the barrel out and the numerous components. She doubled checked the firing mechanisms to ensure they were up to par. Satisfied with her quick work, she put the rifle back together and moved to her holstered blaster pistol. The last thing she checked, and this was her favourite toy of all, was her sniper rifle.

Recently she had just swapped out the eyepiece and the lens for a more up-to-date version of them. Her sniper rifle had saved her hide numerous times. One day she would be seek out a more powerful and deadlier version, but for now this is what she had. Finally, she checked the thermal grenades that decorated the inside of her satchel. All were accounted for and all were ready to add to the defense of the settlement. She may not look like a Mandalorian, but she had the heart; and the weapons to back up her ferocity in combat. The only thing she was lacking was some sort of melee weapon. A mental note was made to procure one soon, perhaps even claim one as a prize today from a dead enemy.

 

[Basaba Willamina]

Location: Elom Settlement [Surface] and Elomin Settlement [A'driannamieq Mountains]
Post: 1/20

Basaba had come to defend the locals from mercenaries as she sat in the dala transports. The mechanics worked out with [member="Anastasia Rade"] as she was looking out towards the distance. Her suits armor shimmering with the stygium plates of her armor showing the camo effect before she hooked her shoulder cannon onto her armor. She was setting the horak rifle in position near her seat, she had several rollers ready to be used and her blades as her sister on the roof mounted gun was spinning around. "I am heading to the mines to help clear out some of the mercs." The smirk was on her face though while she clenched her fist on the wheel of the transport.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Location: Freighter crashing through the sky
Objective: 4--Getting Ultrachrome for a client, 3--Defense? and/or 2--Mining?
Team: Me
Posts: [1/20]

"Crapcrapcrapcrap!" Triam Akovin's Freighter Ship, filled with a shipment of Ultrachrome, and carrying along with it all of her latest and greatest technology to sell, came crashing down through the massive expanse of space. The Junk'd Up Ship, was drawing very close to its last legs. The rusted thing was in desperate need of repairs, and Crol H'hurut was no technician... she handled all of the tech problems, and she was only one woman.

"Pull up or somethin'!" The senseless Zeltron yelled in her ear. She just looked back and punched him in the gut, to which he grunted and shut his mouth up.

"Fierfek, why couldn't I have been a pilot? What did you even do back there?!" She could hear him saying "uh" in her head, as he tried to fake up a response. Force users were all the same. They knew one thing, and after it faltered, they broke. Simple instruments for simple tasks that couldn't completed without their special gifts. In other words, useless people given godly might for no particular reason.

"Master, I believe he-" Rigsy started to say somewhere from within the ship.

"Don't ya say a word!" Crol yelled back at the stationary droid. A bunch of random droid remotes zipped about in the back.

"Ugh, for the love of- Mr. Follow, kick him out please!" The stalkerish sniper droid appeared out of no where and pushed the red Zeltron out as she pounded on a button on the dashboard that put a door between the cockpit and the rest of the ship. She sighed as relative silence filled the cockpit with the roar of the broken engines. She was quickly approaching some planet or another, with what looked like another ship presence off in the distance, according to her sensors...

She slammed on the distress signal, and sent out an open channel message to whoever was listening in the system.

"Mayday, mayday. Mayday, this is the YT-1300 Light Freighter Junk'd Up Ship, YT-1300 Light Freighter Junk'd Up Ship, YT-1300 Light Freighter Junk'd Up Ship. My name is Triam Akovin, I repeat that this is the Junk'd Up Ship. We're approaching the planet below and something has gone terribly wrong with our engines, our maneuverability is shot and we can't stop the ship, and I think our escape pod is defective. I'm going to try and glide us to safety, but I'm not a professional pilot. If there is any assistance that can be given to us, we need it now. At the very least, a search party at our projected point of impact. There are two persons present on the ship, and our cargo bay is loaded. Please respond on this frequency as soon as possible."

It would be a matter of minutes before she entered atmosphere, and things got really bleak.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Anija Ordo"]
(1/20)


With barely a ripple the Ardarvia, Firemane's flagship and the mobile home of the company's owners, manifested in space in the orbit of Elom. From the bridge of her frigate Siobhan could gaze down upon the planet before her. The surface was cold, covered in endless deserts and wilderness, its mines were rich in lommite, which had often been both a blessing and a curse. In this case it had attracted cruel pirates and raiders who were trying to exact their will upon the world.


It had also attracted the Mandalorians and Firemane. The comm crackled and she passed on orders to the Firemane forces. "All teams deploy. Your mission is simple: Assist the natives in defence and in modernising their troops. The natives are slow to trust and the Mandalorians are running the show, so be on your best behaviour. If you encounter raiders, shoot them. Sergeant Solveig is in command of the task force. I shall be heading down shortly to negotiate for mining rights. Move," she spoke somewhat dramatically before cutting the connection.


"Yes, ma'am," Sergeant Solveig, a tall, amazonian looking blonde kitted out in combat gear, grunted in affirmation, for she tended to be the strong, not particularly talkative type, though she was more personable in private. "Have fun negotiating," she added before departing to join the Firemane soldiers in the hangar.


"We're not brutally subjugating and firebombing natives, ma'am? You're not even gonna tear down a roof? That wasn't in the brochure when I signed up," Mei-Ling, a former Atrisian stormtrooper and one of Sio's personal guards and attendants, snakred, after putting her Babes and Bolters magazine away.


Siobhan looked a bit exasperated at the snarky comments. "Deal with it. If it's any consolation, we'll probably soon be going back to our scheduled programming of colonial warfare on Tygara. Or fight Reaver hordes that randomly pop up every two weeks. This should be a nice change of pace," she said, sounding a bit like a teacher lecturing an unruly pupil. "Open up a comms channel to Field Marshal Anija Ordo," she ordered one of the comms officers. Far as she knew the Marshal was in command of this operation and since the Mandalorians were running the show it was best to coordinate with them in order to avoid any misunderstandings. Besides, there were a number of things she wanted to talk to her about. Soon Firemane dropships were leaving the bay of the Ardarvia and descending towards the planet.

 

[Orick T'ane]

Location: Elom's Orbit
Redili Cruiser Fortune
Team: [member="Anastasia Rade"], who needs more than that?
[1/20]

The four dropships were loaded and ready to go. three of the four were loaded with supplies, the fourth was filed with droids to help unload them and provide medical aid. He glanced over at Ana, sitting on one of the other passenger seats and smiled, he had forgone his armor for the day to appear a bit more approachable to the natives on the planet. With her helmet off, and a smile on her face no one would think she was anything but sincere. He tapped the droid pilot on the shoulder and pulled out his comm unit, " One-Two open the cargo bay doors, hold the fighters back on stand by unless there's a perceivable threat. Keep your distance from the Beviin so that we can cover more air space in case something shows up."

" As you wish Captain T'ane." was the only reply he got before the cargo doors opened. The ships lifted off and he sighed, this was the first break he was going to get in a while, he had gone from warzone to warzone almost nonstop. while he wasn't afraid of war, a break everyone in a while was something he liked, just to decompress from the battlefield.

The dropship fell out of the cruiser with ease and made it's way towards one of the small villages in the A'driannamieq Mountains, there were villages scattered all along the mountain range and he figured starting at one end they could move along the ridge, dropping small medical tents with some droids to support the villages for a while. It was made more fulfilling because not only were they going to help people, but they had 'borrowed' the supplies and droids from a TU storehouse, not something that would be missed for long enough for him to not care anymore.

He pulled out a folding map, something he had printed out before they left the ship and opened it up, it was a map of the mountains and points of villages were highlighted in red. " I figure we start here, in the north and make our way south along the mountains, then we can double back and check the progress of the droids we left." He ran his finger along the map, tracing a line along the points on the map. He smiled up at Ana, " What do you think?"

 

[Freanne]

Location: Vantage point defending the mine form mando aggression
Allies: the other mercs in the mine
Enemy: Mandalorians Everywhere [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Triam Akovin"] [member="Sarli Ra-Suutar"]
1/20

Freanne had decide to lease herself out to a local merc group, they were charged with defending a local mine from raiders. The biggest raiders of them all came, the mandalorian clans. Well she thought to herself if this just a few we will be fine, but if it's an invasion we a screwed. At this point she had no idea it was full take over, and she had job to do. That was till kill mandos, or at least make mando ade, it did taste nice this time of year. She put her hood up on her recon armour, it apparently still in its experimental stage though what better way to test it.

She then laid down in wait with her harpy sniper rifle, ready to hold off the galactic barbarians. Till the time came to run for her life came, then when it did she would kill someone for one freighters for ore shipments if she had to escape. Though for now she laid in wait, for who ever came to attack the mine

 

[Muad Dib]

Objective: 2

"Fire!"

Standing behind the militia unit named 'Front Line' he watched as blaster bolts flew down range at hit the targets. The accuracy was better then it had been. Before, one the first drilling, it was horrible. Two people shot themselves in the leg, one discharged his rifle into an ally while trying to swap power packs, and another somehow overheated the barrel of his blaster. And the accuracy was horrible. Only half a dozen of the hundred hit the targets down range.

Now, after weeks of training, all hit the targets and many of the his were lethal. Shaking his head in wry amusement he watched as the company reloaded and waited instructions.

"Fire!"

The drills were sinking in finally. Now their weapons were slowly becoming extensions instead of tools. They were improving but even Muad would admit that a four man squad of vode would make short work of the militia. But that's the difference between a life time of training compared to a month.

"Cease fire! Time to hump it back to base. Grab some cow then hit the hay. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

Watching the group begin the long trek back to base Muad chuckled as he joined the group in the fast paced jog.

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Elom Orbit
Objective: 3 - Maybe?
Allies: [member="Orick T'ane"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Triam Akovin"] [member="Strider Garon"]
Post: [2/20]

Strider's response of just one single word made Anija's lips quirk. She'd expected as much, and she could feel his... frustration with the situation even from where she was on the bridge. And well, considering how he usually operated, the fact he was willing to exercise such... restraint was cause for points in her book. it wasn't often that she could remember him doing so. She continued to watch her readouts as she saw the shuttles and drop pods separating from the Beviin one by one, tracking beacons lighting up small cloud of green dots on her holographic display.

As she continued to watch it, sensors picked up a ship moving rapidly towards the planet. The ship's IFF transponder strobed yellow on her holographic plot, and Anija frowned at it. It was then that the comm speaker crackled. The transmission was distorted, but after a few moments of work by Anija's comm techs, the distortion cleared somewhat.

"Mayday, mayday. Mayday, this is the YT-1300 Light Freighter Junk'd Up Ship, YT-1300 Light Freighter Junk'd Up Ship, YT-1300 Light Freighter Junk'd Up Ship. My name is Triam Akovin, I repeat that this is the Junk'd Up Ship. We're approaching the planet below and something has gone terribly wrong with our engines, our maneuverability is shot and we can't stop the ship, and I think our escape pod is defective. I'm going to try and glide us to safety, but I'm not a professional pilot. If there is any assistance that can be given to us, we need it now. At the very least, a search party at our projected point of impact. There are two persons present on the ship, and our cargo bay is loaded. Please respond on this frequency as soon as possible."

Her lips thinned, and she studied the sensors closer. Junk'd Up Ship was closing on the atmosphere quickly. She'd have to move fast. A thought occurred to her, and with a flick of her fingers, she expanded the range of the sensor plot. As she did, she picked up the Rendili cruiser just off the Beviin's port bow. The ship was far enough away to allow for deployment of it's own support craft. her eyes widened as the computer finally pinned downed the IFF code it was broadcasting. Fortune. Her expression turned into a slight smile then, and she smacked the transmit button on her console, broadcasting in the clear.

"Captain Akovin, Junk'd Up Ship. This is Field Marshal Anija Ordo, aboard the Mandalorian Battleship Beviin. Your distress call is received. We are moving into position to attempt a rescue as we speak. Ordo, clear." She studied her sensor plot, and then turned to relay the freighter's coordinates to her navigator. Slowly, the Beviin turned and dropped slightly below the Fortune, affording the Beviin a clear shot with her tractor beams. Whether this would actually work, remained to be seen. "Cruiser Fortune ([member="One-Two"] ). This is Field Marshal Ordo. I'm sure you heard that distress call. I could use your assistance, if you please... Ordo, clear."

As she was transmitting on the open channel, another indicator lit up on her console. With her broadcast in the clear concluded, Anija terminated that channel and opened up the call on the other channel. When she saw who was on the other end, she smiled. "Siobhan. So good to see you! What brings you to Elom? Come to assist in our efforts?" Anija had to laugh at herself then. So many questions in the span of seconds. She paused then and waited for Sio to respond, and also waiting for a response from Fortune and Junk'd Up Ship.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

(2/20)
[member="Anija Ordo"]


In orbit aboard the Ardarvia, Siobhan had been studying the status readouts, noting with satisfaction that the Firemane dropships were moving into position. By now they had secured an LZ. Teams of mercenaries would be securing a perimeter, then moving in to help secure the mines and aid the militia once contact had been established. A transmission had already been sent to what passed for a local government to avoid misunderstandings. Likewise the transport ships came bearing medical supplies and weapons.


After all, gaining good will was always good. Of course, the Firemane soldiers would come heavily armed. While they did not intend to subjugate the natives, it was best to be prepared, thus deterring any hostility. She sipped a cup of Atrisian tea, then smiled thinly when she received the broadcast from the Mandalorian flagship. The Firemane vessel had taken note of the distress signal, but it seemed the Mandalorians were already dealing with it. Nonetheless the Ardarvia moved into position to help with its tractor beams if needed.


"Something like that. Nice to see you again. Looking to secure some mining rights and sell guns to the locals. Got a load of hardware and soldiers that can serve as advisers. I've instructed my people to work with yours and not butt heads," she said. This would also give her writer an excuse to write an obligatory training scene ripped off from Hollywood war movies. "You heading down? We can link up if you like." There were some matters Siobhan would like to discuss with the Marshal, though she did not think it fitting to mention them right away over an open channel. Especially since Anija probably had plenty of stuff to deal with, what with running the operation and such.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: Elomin Settlement [A'driannamieq Mountains]
Objective: 3--Defense
Team: Me And Anyone Else
Posts: [2/20]


The shuttle's doors opened following a metallic whine and a short hissing sound, allowing the other passengers to exit the shuttle in an orderly fashion; with her somewhere in the mix of armoured bodies. She watched as her brothers and sisters began to form some kind of defensive line, while others began speaking to some of the settlement's elders. And still she was somewhat clueless as what to do. This was a feeling unknown to her. Instead of just standing there skulking about or throwing herself a one girl pity party, she began to walk around picking up words here and there about pirates, mines, mercs, collapsed caverns, pirates, and heavy machinery. Well, she now had something to do. Maybe.

She excused herself from the group while in a round-about way said to some big guy in beautiful, yet, scarred armour that she was checking out these caverns. She didn't know what to expect find but she was a tracker in a previous life, and one only needed to learn to read the signs that pointed to where the bad guys were. With her blaster rifle resting in the clutch of her right arm, she casually strolled over to the first cavern; kneeling down to examine it.

Well they were right, without the proper machinery there was no way to break through. Even well placed grenades would only result in loud noises and flying dirt. And no entry way. With a huff that only she could hear in her enclosed helmet, Sarli moved over to the next set of caverns that bore the same end result. The third and fourth were no different. But the fifth one, well there was promise. She produced a glow stick, cracked it, and then dropped it into the darkness. Peering over the edge she witnessed that there was a way down, not safe or practical, but a way down none-the-less.

A quick glance over her shoulder, she wondered if she should tell the others. Or if she should investigate this herself; alone. She did want to make a name for herself, then again she had orders to help defend this settlement. Still, if there were enemies lurking about down there, wasn't it her duty to protect the colonists and her Mandalorian family? She stole another look-see, debating with herself. Go. Stay. Go. Stay.

"Hey you! Big guy in the armour. Yes, that's right. You. I found something over here." With a slight nod of her head she pointed the big guy to her discovery. "Do you want me to hop down and check it out?"

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: Elom's Orbit
Objective: Humanitarian Mission
Team: [member="Orick T'ane"] Aka Ana's Snuggle Bunny
[1/20]

This was a change of pace for her as of late she had been doing many ground and pound jobs. Fighting Vong, Prime, Sith and everything in between which was tiring to say the least. It was nice to not go to warzone and instead have a break from the fighting for once. She was happy that Orick had been able to accompany her on this humanitarian mission. The supplies he had gotten would be a great help to the people in need. Two friendly faces would also be nice for them to see after the violence of the civil war. She was sure that there would still be anger in the ranks as well and Ana hoped to snuff that out if there was any sign of it.

Ana had wore her armor but only because she was so accustomed to wearing it. The helmet she would keep over though so that the Elom's would be able to see her face and that she meant no harm. Ana only wished to aid in anyway that she could. "That sounds good and when we double back we should focus on the Elomin Settlement. Brika will be setting up a remote medical unit on the surface by the Elom settlement." She wanted to be sure that each settlement got the aid that they needed and it could only happen if they spent extra time in the mountain settlements. Ana knew he wouldn't have an issue with it, he was a good man. She knew that as different as this job they both were going to enjoy it.

On top of the supplies they had brought Ana had created a few handmade baskets of goodies for each of the villages. These baskets were filled with cookies, muffins and cupcakes which were not something that were not included in the food supplies but Ana thought were important. It was just her extra special touch to show that she cared and was more than just another aid worker.

 

[One-Two]

Location: Elom Orbit Aboard the Fortune
Objective: Support all missions
Team: Most efficient droids in the system

One-Two stood motionless on the bridge, all of the information for every droid on the ship flowed through him. Movement was inefficient and a waste if it's time, it often tried to calculate the reasoning why organics always seemed to need to move. It never found a solution that wasn't irrational so it had given up on trying to rationalize the imperfections of the organics that ran the galaxy. The comm came to life and One-Two's posture changed ever so slightly, would it have something to do, would it's owner finally understand that it was a finely crafted machine of war and was wasted babysitting inferior droids on a cruiser.

If it was capable of organic emotion it would have been disappointed at the call for assistance, organics always seemed to find a way to put themselves in unnecessary danger. There was no need to fly a ship that was in the state of repair that would cause it to fall out of the sky. Organic failures of logic, that was the file it would place this incident, it was the largest file it had in it's memory core. " Acknowledged Field Marshal Anija Ordo, This is Hydra war droid 1812, tractor beams will lock on and rescue vessel in question." It cut the comms as soon as it was finished talking. Organics loved to talk, but it had a job to do now and no time to waste with unnecessary chatter.


"YT-1300 freighter Junk'd Up Ship. Do not panic or despair, You will be within tractor beam range in exactly 245 seconds. At that time, you will be brought aboard and given any help that you require." The droid never moved during the entire thing, it was a efficient no matter where it was on the bridge and it was more than capable of issuing orders without moving. It had already issued orders to repair teams and to the tractor beam operators to prepare for the ship's entry into its operational arc. Had it the ability for emotion, it would have been bored, but all it had was the knowledge that it was closer to perfect than anything else in the system.


[member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Sarli Ra-Suutar"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Freanne"] | [member="Triam Akovin"]

 

[One-Two]

Location: Elom Orbit Aboard the Fortune
Objective: Support all missions
Team: Most efficient droids in the system

One-Two stood motionless on the bridge, all of the information for every droid on the ship flowed through him. Movement was inefficient and a waste if it's time, it often tried to calculate the reasoning why organics always seemed to need to move. It never found a solution that wasn't irrational so it had given up on trying to rationalize the imperfections of the organics that ran the galaxy. The comm came to life and One-Two's posture changed ever so slightly, would it have something to do, would it's owner finally understand that it was a finely crafted machine of war and was wasted babysitting inferior droids on a cruiser.

If it was capable of organic emotion it would have been disappointed at the call for assistance, organics always seemed to find a way to put themselves in unnecessary danger. There was no need to fly a ship that was in the state of repair that would cause it to fall out of the sky. Organic failures of logic, that was the file it would place this incident, it was the largest file it had in it's memory core. " Acknowledged Field Marshal Anija Ordo, This is Hydra war droid 1812, tractor beams will lock on and rescue vessel in question." It cut the comms as soon as it was finished talking. Organics loved to talk, but it had a job to do now and no time to waste with unnecessary chatter.


"YT-1300 freighter Junk'd Up Ship. Do not panic or despair, You will be within tractor beam range in exactly 245 seconds. At that time, you will be brought aboard and given any help that you require." The droid never moved during the entire thing, it was a efficient no matter where it was on the bridge and it was more than capable of issuing orders without moving. It had already issued orders to repair teams and to the tractor beam operators to prepare for the ship's entry into its operational arc. Had it the ability for emotion, it would have been bored, but all it had was the knowledge that it was closer to perfect than anything else in the system.


[member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Sarli Ra-Suutar"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Freanne"] | [member="Triam Akovin"]

 

[One-Two]

Double post

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Elom Orbit
Objective: 3 - Maybe?
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Triam Akovin"] [member="Strider Garon"] @One_Two | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Sarli Ra-Suutar"]
Post: [3/20]

Anija smiled slightly at Sio's comment. "Yes, I will be heading down shortly, once I get this freighter rescued..." she said with a half-smile. "I'll meet you at the village on the surface. Ordo, clear." And with that, she turned back to business, directing her navigator to position the Beviin just slightly below the Fortune. Both ships were relatively the same size, which helped in what they were about to attempt. "Fortune, Field marshal Ordo. Beviin is in position. We will be commencing tractor beam lock in five seconds."

Counting down in her head, Anija gave the order, and watched on her tactical plot as the strobing red marker of a ship-in-distress moved closer to her target point. There. Instantly, the Beviin's tractor beams locked on - at almost the same instant as those from Fortune. With the combined pull of the tractors from both vessels, Junk'd Up Ship's descent into Elom's gravity well slowed. Once it had, Anija had her tractor tech help guide the freighter towards Fortune. It wasn't as smooth or as quick as Anija might have liked, but it HAD worked. And for that, she was glad.

Grateful for Fortune's help. Anija sent a short message to the Droid in question, thanking him for his assistance. Wit that done, she also messaged Triam. "If you need any other assistance, please comm me. You are in capable hands with Fortune's crew." Closing the link, she moved quickly from the bridge and down to one of the shuttle hangars. She might as well make another supply run to the surface while she was at it.

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: Elom Orbit - Aboard the Mandalorian Navy's Medical Frigate; Vencuyanir
Objective: #1 - Provide medical aid by deploying one of MandalMedical's Mobile Surgical Units (Dev) to the surface
Team: [member="Rianna Ar'klim"]; also in conjunction with [member="Anastasia Rade"] & [member="Orick T'ane"]
Post: 1/20

Briika tossed her medkit onto the deck of one of the Mandalorian Medical Corps' medivac dropships deploying, then hopped up herself. She quickly found an empty jumpseat, then strapped in for the trip down to the surface of Elom. The call had gone out for humanitarian aid to be sent to the devastated Outer Rim planet and MandalMedical was responding along with other Mando'ade as well.

The baar'ur would be heading up the Rapid Response Mobile Surgical Unit #1. The RMSUs, or Rimsoos for short, were small field hospitals with not only medical facilities but staff offices, and housing with a mess and cantina; a self-contained mini-campus if you will. They could be set up or taken down in less than an hour. Briika's RMSU would be based near the surface settlement, which from the pre-mission sitrep was in shambles. Most of the critical infrastructure was destroyed including any medical facilities. There would be much work ahead for the medical corps to help re-establish adequate medical care for the population of this cold, unforgiving desert planet.

The blonde Mando'ad closed her blue eyes for a moment, then took a couple of deep breaths to prepare herself for flight as she hated this part of her job. Luckily for Bree the darkened T-visor and full set of beskar'gam hid her dislike for flying pretty well from others aboard the transport, though hopefully she wouldn't throw up in her buy'ce… [member="Kad Tor"] and [member="Graad Hokan"] would never let her live it down.

 

[Kad Tor]

Location: Elom, clearing for Mobil Surgical Units
Objective: #1 - Provide security for MandalMedical's Mobile Surgical Units
Team: [member="Rianna Ar'klim"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Orick T'ane"] [member="Briika Detta"]
[Post: 1/20]

Kad had already been on the surface with the intial launch team and worked to clear a sight for mobile medical unit which was following. Ever since the youngest Tor discovered his force sensitivity he found himself staying close to the medical units in case his arts were needed for healing. This keptmhim close to his vod'ika, Briika Detta, which was likely a good thing as he suddenly felt like he had to keep his eyes on her. Ever since [member="Graad Hokan"] had come to the house for a meal, Kad had taken a keen interest in who his sister seemed to spend her time with. Both of their riduuroke seemed to be broken for one reason or another. Briika was moving forward, while Kad had yet to.

Today was about the people of Elom. They needed the protection the Mando'ade could give them. This was also a strategic position of the children of mandalor as war had come to them again and again. This works would provide them with a buffer, at least Kad thought so. His green beskar'gam was outfitted as it should be, his weapons not as many as he used to. A deecee was strapped to his back, and a Lightsaber to his belt where the bes'kad used to be. His HUD indicated the arrival of Briika's drop ship, and he moved to meet her on the arrival.

<<<"The site is cleared and ready for setup. I have a team ready to provide security for the refugees and triage is underway as well. Anything we missed?">>>

Which really meant was there anything Kad missed because he was still adjusting to being part of the medical teams where "P was not for Plenty."

 

[Cynthia Solus]

Location: shuttle abord the belviin
Objective: 3

her first real battle was closing in fast, so was the nerves. Cynthia knew that she would be under close observation and protection in this mission, and that only made her that bit more anxious. she sat the onboard the shuttle checking her equipment if it was secure and that she had the right amount of ammunition. the armor covering her legs clashed together as she shook in her seat. looking around at all the others they all seemed so relaxed and exited but it was a different story for her.

she knew what was expected on the surface but it was more of the unexpected. 'I hope I'm told to stay back and pick em off' she thought to her self, but orders where orders and will be followed non the less. even if that ment charging in head first.

picking up her helmet from beside her, she put it on connecting it at the back to power the helmets functions and quickly flicking through the many settings to check everything was in order. it wasn't all that familiar to her so she was been cautious and getting to know the equipment more actually.

the thrusters soon power up the interior lighting up, she raised her arm and pulled down the harness to now secure herself in the seat. peering over to Strider he was more eager than anyone of us here to start blasting his weapons, and it was the first time she had seen him like this. "urm Strider? what's the plan?"
she hadn't been given full details yet she wasn't even sure if there was a plan in action or it was just improvising. if anything she was more expecting a response of shoot anything that shoots at us.

[member="Strider Garon"]