Diplomacy Trouble on Tython [High Republic and the Alliance.]

[Seela Khaan]

Mood​

Seela's gaze softened on the group as their antics dredged up memories of her own youth, the lost era of her time as a padawan flooding her mind. Most of the friends and colleagues she'd had from that time were long since passed on and had become one with the Cosmic Force, a place she felt would soon call to her as well. As her own thoughts began to wander into speculation a hooded man clad in white and gold robes approached them, snapping her back to reality. He waved his arms as if ushering them along from the mouth of the massive root system along with the few other pilgrims that had come on this day.

"Well Maynard, Loske, Allyson," she said, looking to each of them, "It seems we're being asked to move on, but I'd be glad to accompany you on a walk through the root system. Though I should warn you, this is my first time as well." She chuckled and began walking towards the mouth of the root system. Before her was a magnificent archway laden with ancient Jedi script that she couldn't hope to understand but felt a kinship with all the same. Even from this vantage point she could see the glittering light of crystal within the darkness beneath the tree and she could feel the kybers' songs, their harmonies filling her spirit with a warmth she rarely felt in this era of shadows and darkness. At the gate she turned back to face the group and pulled back her hood.

"I forgot to introduce myself. I am Seela Khaan, a Master of the Jedi Order." She smiled, her golden eyes wavering and her purple skin flushing slightly at the admission, "Let us see what the Force has in store for us within." Kyber caves and places filled with the Force were rarely malevolent in nature, but the Force often tried to bring out the best in people by showing them visions of themselves and futures that could result from straying from the path of good. If a kyber were not to choose them the cave could have other plans for the young Jedi...

Maynard Treicolt Loske Treicolt Allyson Locke

 

[Gat Tambor]

// Blat Slambor // // Representative // Keres One // Senatorial Candidate (Centrist) // Skako

The Skakoan had been eyeing the arrival of the newly resigned Viceroy Of Christophsis since he'd come aboard the station, invading the man's space to the point of outward disregard for any formal ettiquette. This was standard procedure in the political arena of Skako. The beings were innately self centered and distrustful, therefore it was more than customary to outwardly gather information on political opponents.

Slambor and Tambor were certainly that. Whilst Blat sought to represent the planet Skako in a means of fully integrating the highly advanced technical apparatuses of the planet into the Galactic Alliance as a means of outwardly projecting the value of its world, Gat sought to retain the world's closed off status and privatize its technical and engineering networks in favor of ambitions independent from the Alliance itself in the realm of free trade.

While Tambor seemed to appeal to many Skakoan traditionalists who'd long established a policy of non involvement with outsiders, there were many progressives among the ranks who wished to see Skako contribute its brain trust to a greater cause and reveal its value to the Galaxy at large.

"Ah- apologies for...intruding. I caught wind of this 'special project', I do know my colleagues on Keres One would be greatly interested in a possible investment into this ambition, for the greater interest of the Alliance. " The Skakoan said, his vocoder far more crisp than the Technoid Foreman

In reply Gat Tambor's eyes noticeably dimmed in disdain for the fellow Skakoan, drawing crossed arms over his chest before he eventually spoke up only after dialing his vocoder into perfect tune to match the crisp and clean political tone of the representative from Empress Teta.

"Hmmm - Interesting to offer an investment from a world of magma sludge. Regardless, Admiral Callaesar you can expect investment from my own holdings group in full and I may even appraise if my colleagues within the Banking Clan might find this project of interest as the recent grossly negligent actions taken by its Vicelord have certainly complicated inter Galactic trade, the primary aim of the Banking Clan at large. " Tambor offers, side eyeing the other Skakoan as he seems to size him up, all but ready to disintegrate him where he stood but alas, maintaining his temper for now.

 

[Saga of Valour]

\ Otto Shule //
[ Republic Engineering Representative ]

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As the expertly concealed photoreceptors narrowed, the Duplicate realized what triggered his previous reaction. Initially, the Replica Droid thought the Representative was ill or unwell, but it was merely an optical illusion. From his position, Otto could only see snippets of the figure and the area that was claimed for the Tetan Sector. Mixing in the various optical stimuli - it was a wonder that he didn’t bear witness to prismatic rainbows or other parlour tricks of the conscious mind. When the figure came into full view of the Replica Droid - Otto cocked a questionable brow. Keres One was seated within the heart of the Empress Teta system, which was notably Human and revolved around a system of absolute Monarchy.

So, when the Representative was revealed to be Skakoan? Well, many questions would have to be asked.

However, as they would have to wait for another time, Otto merely chalked this revelation up to Keres One being so close to the System’s Primary Star that the colony there was wholly composed of mining operations and their overseers. If that assumption was correct, it was of little consequence. Republic Engineering had little interest in the Tetan System, thanks in part to Koros Spaceworks - which once branded themselves as competition - before being utterly outpaced and outclassed by REC’s tenacity.

When the Skakoan joined their party and announced their interest in participating in the Hyperlane Project, Otto noticed a subtle change in demeanour from Gat. Which then into a momentary exchange - before summarily dismissing the man’s existence in favour of returning the conversation to denouncing the actions of the Confederacy and the profitable frontiers that the new Route would open. Perhaps there was some bad blood between Skakoan people that the Replica droid was unaware of, or - more likely - the disdain felt between two competitors when one sought to worm their way onto the negotiating table.

The Replica Droid simply took another sip of Champagne and allowed his Hind-brain to bear the weight of observation - so he could focus his attention elsewhere.

“As I’m sure that our newfound friend in the Banking Clan would agree, there is little issue in drawing up the funds to assist this endeavour. It simply becomes a matter of how much is needed to see this expedition to its fruitful end. Many worlds within the Outer Planet’s Alliance have purchased my Company’s goods, and have established several supply contracts - all of which are in danger of being severed, as they’d likely look elsewhere and possibly somewhere closer to home.”

Otto blinked, before turning his gaze away from the Skakoan.​

“However, with the kickback, you mentioned earlier being on the table? It wouldn’t be hard to convince my Board of Directors to accept the proposal. They’ll appreciate the chance to line their pockets with silver while growing our brand.”

He smiled then, allowing a replicated twinkle to flash across the ooze like substance in his eye. It was a base... Human gesture of investment, and with time - the Duplicate would see how such a deed would pay off.

“But, that leads us to the conversation of navigating the treacherous aetheric tides. Would this solely be a joint-military endeavour led by the Alliance and Republic armed forces, or would this be more open to Civilians and Third parties?”

The Duplicate took a sip from his crystalline flute but swiftly dropped his arm to flesh out his inquiry just a bit more. While others spoke of new venues of trade between their systems due to the Unification Efforts, Otto was more concerned with how everything would unfold shortly. From the time dilation caused by the artificial workaround, as he or his transport crews were interested in flying through the redundant layers of red tape - to the number of Credits that would need to be invested in seeing this lofty goal to fruition. There were so many questions, it was hard to decide which of them to follow through with.

After settling on one, the Replica droid continued without missing a conversational beat.​

“I only ask because of my Investors. If we’re going to participate by committing the funds to the project, would we be permitted to join in the journey to oversee our investment?"

Elsewhere...

The Forces that conspired against the Union of the Alliance and the Republic began to make their move...​

| Cassius Callaesar | Gat Tambor | Maou |​

 

[Ryv]

Ryv dug his hands into his jacket pockets and hummed to himself. He watched as more folks left the starport and melted into the surrounding crowds. His trip through the city provided an opportunity to see far more than he ever could in service to the Ashlan Order, though a part of him longed for the simplicities he grew to love on the planet. While Ashla's Embrace proved to be a budding metropolis, it still managed to maintain a small-town feel given the lifestyle so many of the pilgrims accepted. The addition of so many strangers wiped it all away. Perhaps it was selfish to feel the way he did. Who was the Jedi Knight to want more during such a joyous event? He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, pushing loose strands out of his face as he tried to focus on something else entirely.

At that point, Ryv felt someone bump into him from behind. He pivoted on his heel, one hand immediately dropping to his side to the hanging lightsaber hilt. When he noticed who it was, he visibly relaxed and tried to play it off by resting the palm of his hand against his hip. The kiffar's eyes lit up as he looked down at Auteme.

"Hey, Auteme," Ryv greeted her with his typical grin, which only grew in size as she kissed his cheek. They flared a soft pink color, which he didn't seem to mind. "Don't worry about the texting stuff, lovely. You're here, which is what the texts were for anyway," he chuckled before reached out to take her hand in his own. "I was thinking we can head over to a nearby mom and pop place. They have pretty great grub. Maybe we can grab some lunch, take a look at all the different stalls that folks put up, and just enjoy the festival air," he spoke as they walked through the streets. Those familiar with the Ashlan Knight moved aside, showing a level of respect to the city's protector. Those unfamiliar, some locals, some tourists, Ryv would simply step around, navigating the crowds without much issue.

"Nar Shaddaa is way busier than even this if you'd believe it. Probably not your sorta place, but super active," Ryv mused as they turned a corner and moved down a far quieter street. Towards the end, on the left side of the side-avenue, a small little shop with a few chairs and tables peeked out at them. "Whatcha think?"

Auteme ​

 

[Vonar Ardinn]

The Situation in the Galaxy was very tense atleast , with the CIS now moving forth with their CIS First doctrine , the Core Alliance and the High Republic were now making plans for a new hyper-lane that would traverse the entirety of the Deep Core. As the Protector of the Deep Core this matter had taken a huge interest for the Constitutional Protectorate of Byss as the project would take place within their lands and territories that they once protected. To the Lord-Imperator this project could be an advantage and disadvantage for the people of the Deep Core. The Region was known for be a perfect hideout for Imperial Warlords , somewhom had joined the Constitutional Protectorate as an alternative to the High Republic , but yet again this project could potentially attract to much attention from outside powers.

Present on Tython Station were known figures within the Core Worlds , Cassius Callaesar the High Admiral from Anaxes , Otto Shule the CEO of the R.E.C , Gat Tambor , the Head of the Tambor Holdings Corporations that has quickly risen as one of the most influential Megacorporations in the Galaxy along with Senator Kaito of Corellia. The Lord-Imperator watched as they discussed about the matters about the upcoming Hyperlane project mostly about how this hyperlane would go around Confederate territory right to the Outer Rim. Something that concerned the Lord-Imperator alot.

By Opening a trade route that would serve as a alternative to the obstacles posed by the CIS First Mandate , this would put an definite end to the isolation of the Deep Core , something that the people liked given that the people of the Deep Core despite harboring Imperial Regimes preferred staying out of Galactic Affairs. Most notably the isolationist stance on Byss was so widespread that few were aware of the Frozen Hand's War against the Republic until it reached Byss itself. The People of Byss and other worlds were confortable in their Fortress World away from the many conflicts in the Galaxy , their own mini-version Unknown Regions were they could remain undisturbed by Outside powers. But with this new Project all of that could change.

What concerned the Lord-Imperator was his people's response to such project , because obviously they had to be informed and what potential problems could they face with it. With that set in his mind , the Lord-Imperator approached the Anaxes Admiral to introduce himself to the others. "Hello there Gentlemen" He began. "Sorry for the intrusion , but i am Vonar Ardinn , the Elected Lord-Imperator of Byss and Protector of the Deep Core." He said as he greeted the officials present. "Admiral Callaesar is it? I wonder what benefit would this project bring to my people because off course this Project of yours directly involves me , the Constitutional Protectorate of Byss and it's people and i must be made aware of any... potential problems that can come along with this project , for.. the sake of the Security of the Deep Core"


Tags | Cassius Callaesar | Gat Tambor | Saga of Valour | Maou | Raona Cadera

 

[Cassius Callaesar]

Tython system // Tython Orbital Station
Gat Tambor Maou
Saga of Valour Vonar Ardinn ​

Having been pointed out, Cassius makes a point to be extra vigilante of the surprise Skakoan from Keres One. Looking between his peers, his eyes continue to wander back to the Centrist candidate of Skako -- but with an effort to avoid any perceived suspicion. In order to avoid his raised guard being noted, he'd have to be open to discussing the project despite the presence of their uninvited guest.

He nods once to the notion of the greater interests of the Alliance, and again at Tambor's mention of the Banking Clan and Schule's query into the types of investors being sought by the Ministries.

"Private investments will be limited and considered with great scrutiny," he confirms, "they will be reserved for corporations who stand to mutually benefit from the growth of the Alliance and Republic. Corporations with an already vested interest in the success of our economies." A curious glance is cast toward Mr. Slambor at the announcement, although a reaction is hard to gauge through the pressurized gear.

Taking a sip to clear his throat, he begins to elaborate more, "The mapping of the hyperlane will be conducted jointly by the navies of the Alliance and Republic, as you've suggested, Mr. Shule. That said, we will be seeking 3rd-party contractors as well. The Spacer Guild, for example, will be contacted and welcomed to participate. After the initial investments are gathered and we're ready to move on to the development stage, the Alliance will also be allowing the foreign governments who stand to gain from the lane's creation an opportunity to get involved."

The Imperator of Byss finally joining them prompts a pause in the High Admiral's explanation. With a curt nod, Cassius answers, "Imperator Ardinn. Nice of you to join us afterall." The Anaxsi resisted a roll of his eyes at the claim of being the Deep Core's protector. Much like that of the Corellian Diktat, such a title was not formally recognized within the Federal Assembly.

"Your assessment is correct -- this new hyperlane stands to benefit Byss directly. Using the Byss Run as a convenient means of bypassing the Galactic core from Coruscant, Byss will be the platform from which the new route is built upon. The details are still in the works in the Ministries, but the aim is to see it navigate the Unknown Regions and ultimately connect with the Cerean Reach to the South," his attention moves from Vonar back to the corporate members gathered with them "if achieved, that'd build a near seamless route from Coruscant to Bespin. We could be looking at a new major trade route to the South. Byss would certainly see an economic boon," his eyes shift to the Imperator for a moment at the mention of his world "and goods can continue to flow freely at fair prices despite the Confederacy's declaration."

He takes another drink of the champagne and shrugs, "Hell, if you look beyond the Alliance and Republic it even offers a decent detour route from Kashyyk to Bespin. A route like this is not only an asset to the economy, but a strategic benefit in the event of conflict."

 

[Geist]

Kaito listened intently to the questions and to the Admiral. The man didn't want to be here, in this sort of position, that much was obvious in the way he stood and spoke. He was a man who loved and lived for the bridge which ultimately meant, whether he admitted it or not, that he thrived off of conflict. He admired that about the man. He also admired that he did his duty to this new Alliance despite his wishes being contrary to the task at hand. He knew the Senate really only had a say on if they went to war or not and didn't have direct control over promotions or appointments yet, but he would find a way to make sure this man reached the height of his naval career.

If he survived that is.

He flipped open his datapad as if he were taking notes and made a few quick adjustments to his plan.

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Mood​

Geist's vision became crowded with a notification. An addendum to the job was coming through. His HUD highlighted a new target. The Annaxi Admiral was now on his list too, as well as the Byss representative. He shrugged in the digital recesses of his mind. There was a 76% chance of survival if he entered now with a 56% chance of success on all three targets. There were guards too, and that made things somewhat difficult. KTF. The digital memory bubbled up from some military program upgrade he'd received at some point in his long, long runtime. There was no time like the present.

Red smoke began to hiss from an air vent above the meeting, quickly spreading around the room. It had a sweet smell but otherwise only caused the reflexive cough so many organics had baked into their code. The sharp sound of a plasmacutter slicing through metal cut through the panic, the clatter of the grate reverberating around the room. Something fell in a heap from the vent and landed with a sickening plop. The guards around the room sent blaster fire into where it landed and when the fire stopped a second figure dropped with a metallic clang. The guards shouted for the representatives to leave but...The doors were locked. Geist squeezed the mental triggers on his blasters in rapid succession, his body twisting this way and that as his targeting computer locked and fired on the guards.

"I've only come for three of you. Get in my way and you'll end up an empty meatsuit." the thing said, its yellow eyes scanning the room as the smoke began to settle or vent. Someone didn't quite understand that. A younger guard that survived Geist's assault rushed him. Geist let out an audible sigh, the voice coming out heavy and robotic. "Karking organics," he said before blocking the blow to his head and tossing the lad over the holotable they had been meeting over. He leveled his two blasters on two of his targets, the Byss Lord or whatever he was, and the Admiral.

"Its just business." He pulled the triggers.

Cassius Callaesar Vonar Ardinn Saga of Valour Gat Tambor

 

[Cassius Callaesar]

Tython system // Tython Orbital Station
Saga of Valour Vonar Ardinn
Gat Tambor Geist​

Cassius' head spins to the vents as the crimson smoke pours into the room. His eyes narrow as the crowd begins to panic, his own fight or flight response kicking in with the opposite reaction. Rather than shock or surprise, he can't help but feel a sense of irritation at the timing. Noticing others cough as the gas consumes them, Cassius buries his face into his left elbow.

This certainly wasn't good. Naturally his eyes dart to the suspicious Skakoan, eyeing him for any sign that he could be up to whatever was unfolding. No, now was not the time to confront him. If he were wrong the damage done to his own reputation and that of the Alliance could be irreparable. They'd have to hope an investigation could prove things after the fact.

Kark!

"Get down! And try not to breath whatever this karking gas is," he attempts to shout while muffling his face. He turns to look at the group he had been conversing with "Keep low. we need to get you guys evacuated bef-"

The sound of blaster fire freezes his voice mid-sentence. They were too late.

His eyes catch the yellow receptors of the droid through the fading cloud hanging over the room. If looks were a weapon, the Admiral's burning glare would have struck down the assailant right then and there. "Mr. Shule, Mr. Tambor, Imperator Ardinn; we'll have to continue this discussion another time. Perhaps with one of my colleagues. The Alliance will need you. Get to your ships, I'll call in reinforcements and try to hold this damned droid off."

As the guard is thrown over the table, Cassius takes a defensive stance. In the chaos ensuing he had managed to draw the Feverwasp holstered to his belt, readying it in his right hand. Despite having no hope to take on a machine programmed to kill, his expression remained that of confidence. His jaw tightens as the two blasters line up with himself and the Senator from Byss.

The droid's trigger fingers squeeze down, but in an impressive feat of reflex the High Admiral leaps to his side, tackling Vonar to the ground to throw both of them out of the way. He lets out a pained grunt and heavy exhale as the bolt intended for the Deep Core senator embeds into his abdomen. As the two tumble to the ground, Cassius rolls several times before coming to a stop on his back, clutching his stomach.

Letting out a cough, he brings his left wrist to his face to speak into a small comms device, <<Assassin in the hub. We need reinforcements.>>

In only a few moments the room would be crawling with Alliance Marines. They'd just have to survive.

 

[Vonar Ardinn]

Tags | Cassius Callaesar | Gat Tambor | Geist | Saga of Valour

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The Words of the High Admiral of Anaxes were quite convincing. If he were right , Byss would surpass planets such as Brentaal IV and Corellia as an Economic Powerhouse and rise as perhaps one of the most influential Planets within the Galactic Alliance. All according to Plan , the Lord-Imperator thought. The Alliance would have the Lord-Imperator's and his people's full support in this venture as it would bring Prosperity and Renewed Glory to Byss. However before the Lord-Imperator could respond to the High Admiral's statement , Red Smoke began to pour from the air vent above the meeting soon covering the entire room.

Soon a metallic figure emerged from the vents and the Warnings of the High Admiral would be silenced by blaster fire as the doors leading out of the room were shut and the guards present were eliminated by this assassin. Once having taken care of the guards the figure raised two blasters targeting both Vonar Ardinn and the High Admiral , the latter whom was able to tackle Vonar to the ground before the Assassin opened fire. As the High Admiral rolled off of him Vonar let out a pained grunt and simply got up , but remaining crouched to avoid the wraith of this Assassin. "Thanks Admiral Callaesar. Given your Experience on Vulpter i'm hope you know how we can get out of this situation." The Lord-Imperator Stated.

This event was mostly uncalled for. The Lord-Imperator had anticipated some sort of problem that would accompany this project but this assassination attempt was a complete surprise. However as the Lord-Imperator remained paralyzed with fear , his resolve was somewhat determined. An attack on Him was an attack on the Constitutional Protectorate of Byss. If he survived , the Lord-Imperator ensure that he would find the ones responsible for this outrageous action and make them pay for such atrocity. But for now the main focus was survival with the Lord-Imperator and the High Admiral at the mercy of this assassin.

 

[Gat Tambor]

Gat nodded along with the conversation, seeing no input to make as he seemed to cordially and idly agreed with everything being said. The investment would be a political and economically beneficial move folded into one.

"Ideal arrangement - once more you can expect Tambor Holdings Group to invest in this new proj-." Tambor's eyes widen at the arrival of the bounty hunter. Immediately, whether it be quick thinking ingenuity or sheer cowardice he turns to grab and manhandle Blat Slambor in front of the Chairman's form to shield him from any blaster bolts. However - in a creative shift of political tact he eventually pulled the other Skakoan away as he made distorted screams of fear through his vocoded atmo suit. Yanking the pair away from harms way - Gat Tambor would appear to be a valiant savior to any visible holovids even if he all but mandhandled his political opponent away from the talks - disappearing never to be seen again by the rest of the party.

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Cassius Callaesar | Geist | Saga of Valour | Vonar Ardinn

 

[Geist]

Geist tilted his head like a large reptile appraising its prey.

"Curious," he said taking a step towards the admiral. "You were on the list anyways. This'll save me on blaster gas." He raised his blaster to the pair and prepared to fire. He paused when his audio sensors picked up a strange sound, like creaking durasteel and gears being ripped from their place. He'd locked the doors but apparently the Skakoan had a few tricks up his own sleeve because he was now gone. He had to kill these two before whatever was trying to get through got through. Turning his head from the door he was staring at he returned his gaze to the pair of diplomatic envoys, his yellow eyes focusing in on the pair and scanning them. His finger closed around the trigger-

Part of the door exploded, well less exploded, it was more like it had been flung by some mysterious force, crashing into the droid with tremendous force. Force enough, in fact, to put a dent in the wall opposite of Geist when he and the wall landed. Mechanical joints exploded under the sudden stress and he wasn't sure if this platform was gonna make it. Better safe than sorry. He powered down his eyes as the commando team led by a Jedi Knight entered the room. Ah...That explained the door. He watched as a commando helped the admiral to his feet and the other members of the meeting were checked on. A foolish commando sought to determine if Geist was operational or not. Unlucky for him. When he was within reach the droid's hand tightened into its vibro mode and it shot straight out, slicing clean through a gap in the commando's armor. He let out a gurgling scream, but not one louder than the one emanating from Geist's mouth. The droid's jaw went slack as an earsplitting scream coupled with the same red smoke from earlier, only it came out in excess as if a repulsor engine had just gone out on some dingey backwater speeder.

The Jedi shouted for the commandos to fire on the droid. One bolt managed to ping off the arm that was already useless. The other arm, still clutching the dying commando, or impaling rather, held him up as a meat shield as Geist struggled to make its way back to the vent. Under the cover of the smoke he dropped the body and leaped back into the vent, clambering off into the darkness.

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Senator Kaito Kiyoshi​

The attack was so sudden, at least, for those around him it was. But he had to play the part. He had seen combat now and as a Corellian Senator that would make him overconfident, especially with a capable ally such as High Admiral Callaesar around. Right? He shared in the feeling of surprise and terror as the smoke filled the room, covered his mouth and pretended to act tough until the initial group of guards had been downed. Then he hid like the others. He heard the Admiral get shot. He both hoped he did and didn't make it. The Skakoan had gotten out of the mess by trickery and cowardice, traits that were not missed by the crime lord hiding behind this senatorial charade.

When the Jedi and the assault team cleared the room and Geist was gone, because that was the droid's name, Geist, he stood along with the others. Took the condolences from the Jedi and the wishes of safety by the commando teams. He asked after the Admiral to see how he was doing and all the things he should have done as Senator Kaito Kiyoshi. Nobody had died, which was only slightly disappointing. But the assassin had done its job. It proved that the Alliance needed to be here, not only here but Byss as well as the hyperlane that would surely get Senate approval now as well as the funding it required.

It was all coming together...This Alliance, for better or for worse. He knew though, that at least for him, this union would bring untold profit to his enterprises.

Cassius Callaesar Vonar Ardinn

 

[Ayda Elisantra]

Inventory... It were a necessary menial task by which she knew had to be done at every given chance, mostly their free time.
The two young surgeon doctors had somehow formed a bond, an alliance and had stuck together through rough and tough campaigns for several cycles already.

Currently it were Ayda's friend and fellow doctor Maeve whom took the round to check on their mobile ambulatory stores, while Ayda took to cuddling up in her berth with a printed novel...a story of human effort, endurance and love. Such human concepts always fascinated her, and reading a fictional inspirational story as such reminded her of her own mortality in her current form. She found it easier to relate to her own mortality in novelizations. It were easier to grasp and connect with stories vs her actual interactions by experiences with mortals. Although Ayda knew such real life experiences were her real learning tools in understanding the fragility and struggles of real life.

beep..beep..beep...
A message was coming over the main line in their AMB-1, a link to 'Doctor's Without Borders'. It were an organization by which she and her friend Maeve were connected with.
"I'll get it!" Ayda shouted so as Maeve whom were deep in the ship's stores could hear her.

It were from Theo, her friend's cousin whom she had met on Alderaan.
Strange that he would send a message to Maeve through the DWB channel, she thought. Perhap's Maeve's personal comm were inoperative?
"Maeve! It's a message from Theo, your cousin. He's -" She looked as to the transmitted location... " ... he's messaging from the system Tython!" she shouted.

Ayda would have normally opened it as it were on the DWB channel. But it being from Maeve's cousin, she thought it best to have Maeve open it as it could be a private message. Ayda respected her friend as she did with all free will spirits.


Theo Vereen / Maeve Ar'klim

 

[Theo Vereen]

Theo would be surprised to know a message went to Ayda and Maeve. Perhaps the force was working for him or perhaps he was sleep walking. He however got a return on a message that didn't tell him much.

Where were they? Were they near Tython? He sent that message back. A few of those here in the village looked at him, "Is it help?"

Theo nodded, "yes," I think.

The First Responders told him that everyone had a fever and shooed everyone out that wasn't in a bed. He however was stopped. "We'll need to watch you. You don't have any natural immunity so I'm not sure how you'll react."

Great he thought. "I'm trying to get us some help."

He nodded, "Thanks." Theo looked out, how did this happen really? He was supposed to be helping and instead he's....waiting to develop symptoms.

He tapped a message to Ayda Elisantra and Maeve, that he might be infected.

His mother and father were going to kill him.

 

[Ayda Elisantra]

It had been as natural for Ayda to agree in accompanying Maeve to Tython as it would have been to have lunch. In other words it were a no brainer for her to put away that paper novel she had been cozing up to and help Maeve with her inventory check. They were doctors and veterans of many campaigns despite their youth. They wouldn't jump and be short handed in both medical supplies and staff. But they wasted no time in preparing both before they took off.
In no time at all, two other voluntary medical assistants and another designated pitot/medical assistant arrived just in time as Ayda and Maeve loaded up the last provisions in the AM-1.
Ayda had put in an emergency request for staff, detailing their destination and plan with the DWB (Doctors Without Borders) . The verification as to it being an actual emergency was the fact that it were Maeve's cousin Theo Vereen whom had requested their help. The DWB organization immediately approved their flight plan/event and sent over the three additional medical/pilot assistants.

The AM-1 were then fully fueled and the med/pilot went through the system checks, including jump calculations. All in all, it were a 'GO'.
With a final round of thumbs up from the crew the AM-1 took off for open space, jumping when it reached the calculated jump coordinates.

The jump were to take them about 18 standard hours to reach Tython as they were several light-years distant.

Ayda weren't at all sure if they would arrive at the beginning or at the onslaught of a pandemic on Tython. The communication which had at first been adequate enough to understand had deteriorated by the time they had taken off a few hours later (due to restocking, refueling and staffing). What seemed to have come through was the possibility that Theo, Maeve's cousin may have contracted some vial virus or infection of some kind.
Further attempt at re-establishing communications with Theo was to no avail. They would know more once they got to Tython....


Theo Vereen / Maeve Ar'klim

 

[Auteme]

T Y T H O N
Tag: Ryv ​

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It was an easy enough decision. "Yeah, sounds good!" Ryv had promised her that he'd show her the city, and that involved all of the little spots. If this restaurant was one of his favorites -- she got that feeling from him describing it as having 'good grub' -- then she wanted to see it and eat said good grub.

Her hand fit comfortably in his, and soon enough they were walking through the streets, oddly unobstructed. People were making way for them? That was nice... no, all their eyes were on Ryv. And he... wasn't talking. This was really weird. "I feel like I'm walking around with a celebrity," she admitted after about a minute of walking. He must've been more important than he was letting on, if so many people recognized him. Now that she thought about it, last time she'd been on Tython those apprentices had been very respectful when referring to him. 'Master Karis' must've been a regular sight in the city.

"Yeah, Nar Shaddaa isn't known as Little Coruscant for nothing." Auteme knew that this little city was tiny in comparison to the ecumenopolis that was Nar Shaddaa. Ryv was right; it wasn't a place she wanted to go to. "Wait, when have you been there?" She asked, turning to look at him. Getting dragged in near Hutt space... that wasn't good. She clearly needed to keep better track of him.

The restaurant, though, was very nice. "Looks great." She started towards the entrance before stopping and glancing at Ryv. "Um... you have money, right? Because I kind of... don't," she said sheepishly.

 

[Ayda Elisantra]

Following 18 standard hours of hyperspace travel soon bought them to their destination and for at least Ayda, out of her dream state. She had succumbed to sleep a few hours earlier and were in what could be described as an enduring state of REM. She were elsewhere in both mind and spirit and would have remained there longer if it weren't for the the AM-1 navigational computer beeping that they were minutes to emergence.

Ayda detached her presence from the dream and returned to her sleeping form. Her eyes opened, taking in her surroundings. Yes, she were en route with Maeve and their medical crew to Tython. Theo. Yes, he were there, she recalled that first breath of cabin air she took. It all came back to her.

The nav comp had been silenced by the pilot by the time Ayda jumped off her berth. It were just that, a small berth in the ambulatory vessel that they found needed rest. This was after all not a luxury yacht, but a medical ambulance. Only the bare essentials were for crew comfort as the rest of the vessel were for medical aid/emergency/operations.

Finding the small compact refresher free, she quickly freshened up, coming up to the front cockpit as they emerged out of hyperspace.

Tython lay just 500,000 kilometres ahead of them and closing in quickly.

Their last transmission to Tython had been less than ideal. It had been with Maeve's cousin Theo, a young Alderaani prince Ayda had met once during a visit with Maeve's parent on Alderaan. Ayda had recognized Maeve's mother as well as her cousin Theo as a good spirits.
But that last communications was badly corrupted and broken up. All Maeve and Ayda knew was that Theo may have been exposed to some dangerous pathogen and needed their help. It were why they had come.

As they neared the system Tython and spotting the ancient space station orbiting at a distant, the AM-1 pilot opened up communication trying to reach Theo. Perhaps being within the system during their approach, that they'd have a clearer signal. They hoped so, for trying to find Theo on Tython on their own was like looking for a needle in a hay stack.

"AM-1 ambulatory vessel to Theo Vereen...are we reaching?...please respond...over." So the call went out as the vessel angled for re-entry.



Theo Vereen / Maeve Ar'klim