We've got the Moves like Jabba | CIS Dominion of Tatooine

[Eternal Spark]

It has been six months since the last attempt of the Confederacy to free Tatooine from the clutches of the Galactic Empire. Since the events of Total War, the Galactic Empire had all but abandoned Tatooine, leaving its people to fend for themselves, leaving the sands prone for the takeover of various criminal cartels, and its people weak and starving. With the crumbling of the Galactic Empire, the Confederacy now has a chance to right what was wrong and come to the aid of the people of Tatooine.

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Objective 1: Keep the Hutts Away [ground fight]
With the absence of the Galactic Empire, the Hutts of Nal Hutta are looking to make their triumphant return to Tatooine in order to recover their business. Allecto City, for one, is controlled by Nari the Hutt. Choose this objective if you want to fight the Hutts and make sure they stay away.

Objective 2: Aid, Feed, Heal [aid the locals]
Tatooine has suffered incredible damage at the hands of the Galactic Empire. Famine rages among the survivors, many of which are injured and in need of medical assistance as well as food. Take over Jabba’s Palace and establish it as our HQ where food can be brought and locals can be helped.

Objective 3: I don’t like sand... [BYOO]
As always, you can always do your own thing. Fighting isn't your thing? Not sure you’re up to handing out food or and helping locals? And don't forget, Tatooine was invaded just half a year ago so there's bound to be a ship graveyard somewhere in the planet if you're up for some scavenging! So, by all means, find your own thing!

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[Petra Cavataio]

Location: Western Dune Sea
Objective: BYOO: Blessing of the Planet
Tags: N/A
Post Count: One

The last time Petra set foot on the planet known as Tatoonie. She had a full family that was not slaughtered by her yet. Oh, the memories one can have if they cared. For her, who cared because like the planet, they were used and glassed in the end. Since the world was once green and alive, then it had great disaster. This current was all Petra knew all her life. It would have been nice to see the world before all life was taken away. Maybe if it was caused by some group, study under them to learn how to do it, and improve on it. She had plans for another world. Tips were being welcomed by worlds that were victims by a disaster.

In the dune, her bare feet sunk a little in the sand. Petra knew it really had been a long time since she visited the western dunes. She just walked between the dunes. Climbing them would be a waste, they snaked about, so she was content with walking at the base of the high dunes. Her mind, it was focused on what was going to happen. The walk was necessary then to remain undisturbed by others. The ritual would not be big; however, death was the planet. The spirits needed to be handle in a way that would amuse Petra. When everything was said and done, it was always about the chit and giggles that was done to amuse Petra.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Allecto City, a cafe near Bridge Tower
Wearing: Jeans, black wide t-shirt, combat boots
Wielding: 12 Czerka knives, hidden beneath her clothes and in her boots, 4 glitter bullets, 20 trained Hutt babies with bombs strapped to them, spread into 4 different containers (henceforth to be known as the Hutt Breeding Program).
Objective: 1
Tags: [member="Syn Blacken"] + anyone who wants to join
Post: 1

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Krakking Tatooine again. It was hot. It was dry. It smelled like sand munchers, and she was pretty sure the sand was full of worms that more than somes tried to get into humanoids' brains, even though she had no reason whats o ever to even think of such a terrible thing. Scherezade hated it. Her first time had been during the CIS' attempt to bring freedom to the planet, get it out of the clutches of the Galactic Empire. Someone had said the Empire guys were the bad ones, and she'd just gone along with it, although she'd never experienced or seen any grief they had allegedly caused. But the Empire had crumbled, and now the Confederacy wanted to... Liberate the planet? Tax it? Whatever, it was probably a story that ended with the CIS being the good guys.

At this point, she wasn't buying it. The CIS was shockfull of people who'd given her a hard life, had disliked her, made her feel worthless, betrayed her, made her hurt. She'd tried telling herself that the only reason she was still there was out of the hopes that she'd manage to get that absent salary she hadn't been receiving for the entire six months that she was there. If truth be told, a more impotant reason was that she simply had nowhere better to go.

And here she was, giving them another one of her ideas. Again. Though this time she had gone directly to the Minister of the Science, who had been sympathetic to her cause, and ha helped her achieve one of her mini dreams; explosive baby Hutts. She'd gained access a moth and some prior to Hutt DNA by killing one and then getting sort of but not really stuck inside its body (it's a long story, don't ask), and then had it cloned. There were more clones coming. Baby Hutts proved faster than one would think, and they responded well to orders. They were gullible enough for Scherezade to understand why their parents often kept them inside their pouches until they were adults.

She opened one of her crates and tossed a chocolate cookie into it. Her babies devoured it.

A flask of liquor masquerading as a waterskin was hanging closely to her hip. Despite her time with [member="Darth Tacitus"], she was still drinking. The hatred, the anger, even the liquor, even the help from one [member="Petra Cavataio"], had done nothing to take the pain away. And since she wasn't currently around either of them, she had her bottle, and she was damned well going to keep using it. But gently this time. Enough for her thoughts to be a bit slower, but not as much as so she couldn't walk in a straight line anymore. She still looked like poodoo; bags under the eyes, an unhealthy taint in the skin, the appearance of someone who had not properly slept in a forever. She didn't care. There were bigger fish to fry.

Which was why she was right there right now. At the cafe. Below the Bridge thing. Her baby Hutts were ready to be released, ready to go into the pipes and everything. Sure, she wouldn't be able to blow the entire place up. You needed hundreds of Baby Hutts for that, not a mere twenty. But the Bridge was where many of the Boss Cartels lived and slept. And that, was her target for the day.

She had her comm attached, ready to receive intel about whos and whats on the inside. And there was also a person she'd spotted as a potential recruit to her little shadow group, even thought he fact he was a shudder Mandalorian. Still, she'd summoned him to this place.

Raising her feet on the chair in front of her, Scherezade waited for her moment in the sun as she took another swig from her bottle, occasionally shushing the happy Hutt babies inside the containers when they thought they could be noisy.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

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Location: Dune retreat.
Objective: BYOO: Business.
Tags: [member="Alessandra Creed"]
Post Count: 1

It was strange to return to this area of space after so many years.

When Jairus had been a different man... a bolder man, he had ruled swaths of these territories as Darell Irani. A businessman with a lot of clout within the Techno Union. Lots had changed after those years though and now he didn't come here as a conqueror. Nor an assassin or a destroyer. When one nation fell, it offered opportunities for those hungry enough to seize them. He had no qualms with the Confederacy- his dispute with Verd settled a long time ago with the exchange of certain goods.

Now he was here to meet with one Minister Creed.

Funny how as Carach he had a Creed under his command. Little did either of them know that it had been Alessandra's father. The meeting would take place at a temple in the Dunes, decaying, its stone scorched clean from the eroding sands.

Alessandra possessed a visitor code that would transmit coordinates to a landing pad obscured by the sand. Cloaked figures, chief among them Jairus, was already waiting to receive her.

 

[Formorta]

Location: Allecto City, Near Bridge Tower
Equipment: Колыбельная, Twin Vibro Knnifes, Duel DL series blasters, Ol-2, Armor
Allies-ish: [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Post: 1

Tatooine, how long had it been since she had been back home? probably that contract with a pod racer during an event when the Galactic Empire had been in control, or when it could at least paint the picture of being in control, because everyone knew, no matter how hard you tried this dust ball was always going to be ridden with crime. Though in this instance, well things where more rampant then ever, with no law claiming hold of the planet crime came in such a wave that more felt like an invasion, the world now probably at it's worse then ever before.

Did Formorta care? maybe, but all that Tatooine was to her was an abusive father that had trained the innocent girl into a stone cold killing machine. Soon becoming one of the best snipers in the galaxy and an infamous bounty hunter, which was why she was here, a certain Hutt Hari was in need of a slug between the eyes. Whether said slug was lethal or not depended on the situation, but Formorta was prepared for just about anything. To bad she would not be able to simply walk in a shoot the sucker, apparently the whole CIS thing meant only 'certain' people would get in.

Was that a problem? no, more just a challenge, a slight barrier to get around, flex the stealth muscles a little. Yes it seemed the CIS had it in for the Hutt as well, something about explosives, but you could never trust those and the CIS where not the only ones out to kill the crime boss. Could only hope the CIS did not get to upset about her presence, but if worse came to worse Darth Tacitushttp://starwarsrp.net/user/15750-darth-tacitus/ could always vouch for her, what ever that Darth title meant these days.

Stepping up from her reclined position the Masked Assassin donned her signature outfit, strapping the small arsenal of weapons to her combat attire, Formorta's figure slowly shimmering away as the stealth field took effect. "... back to work".

 

[Syn Blacken]

Location: Allecto City, Cafe near Bridge Tower
Objective: Keep the Hutts Away
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Post Count: One

Syn was summoned to a cafe, by someone odd...to say the least. This wasn't exactly what he expected when he arrived on the sandy planet. But oh well, he hadn't been apart of the CIS for long and he needed to get to know the people he'd aligned himself with better.

This would hopefully be him doing just that. When he arrived at the Cafe Syn entered cautiously as he did when he was so close to the enemy.

She was the first thing he noticed. Everything about her looked off, not only that but something about her made him feel off as well. Staring at her for a few moments too long, Syn spoke. 'I suppose you're the one who wished to speak with me?'

The Mandalorian stood staring at her through his helm, unsure of what he'd gotten himself into.

 

[Genesis Rostu]

Location: Allecto City, Nearing Nari's Residence
Wearing: Beskar'gam
Objective: Hutticide
Tag: [member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Syn Blacken"], [member="Koda Fett"] + Allies

The Hutt were a wary bunch these days.

And why wouldn't they be? For the past several months, the glorified dust ball they called home had been a rope two nations tugged in a deadly game. At times, the Confederacy gained ground. At others, the Empire rallied back. To and fro did their contests of strength rage - and caught in the middle were the dunes, the sands, and what little natives called Tatooine home. So, when word reached the slimy karkers that the Empire had finally fallen, they assumed it was only a matter of time.

And they were right. The Confederacy came knocking the second the good news arrived.

This time, there wasn't the fleet to challenge all fleets in the heavens - but rather a modest assortment of capital ships meant to make moving in a breeze. This time, there wasn't over a million droids on the ground, but rather a beskar-clad warrior who...was sweating. Although he was located within the remains of an Imperial Star Destroyer, the sweltering rays of the planet's suns were enough to penetrate his armor. But, it did not deter him from the task at hand.

The Trojan Horse was being deployed.

Nari the Hutt was the overlord of the Bridge - which was essentially the beating heart of Allecto City. It was where the wealthiest, and more vile souls of the dust ball came to lay their heads. Where once ancient officers commanded a vessel through the stars now stood luxurious apartments and other dwellings. The Mandalorian's sable gaze danced from structure to structure as he walked, deviating away from his "appreciation" only to tug at the Droid in his wake. It was, at a glance, a simple protocol droid - one that supposedly worked closely to one of Nari's adversaries back in the day.

And that meant delicious information. Accounts. Contacts. What sort of toilet paper the fether used.

The reality was much more visceral. The Droid was packed alright - to the brim with explosives and other nasty fireworks. The intent was simple: present the Droid, get handed a nice chunk of change, and blow Nari to kingdom come with a push of a button. And hopefully as many Hutt as possible along the way. This wasn't...an officially sanctioned move by his Confederate employers, but, it would certainly get the job done. One small explosion on the Bridge would mean one giant gap of power for them to fill.

So, Dagon strode along, ascending the flight of stairs which stood between him and the Hutt's residence. If all went well, this would be an open and shut op - but just in case, he reported his locale to the Confederate channel. [member="Scherezade deWinter"] and [member="Syn Blacken"] would receive pings on their comms due to proximity.

 

[Er'in Tenel]

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"Some violence a day keeps the Hutts away!"​

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The lightsaber flared and sparked as it withdrew from the collapsing corpse of the hireling, his heavy armour having failed to save his life, in the dim glow, the four remaining guards on the apartment entrance saw the faceless mask of a Knight Obsidian staring pitlessly at them, before it vanished seemingly into nothing.

The froze, blasters drawn, wondering what was to become of them. A woman's voice rolled through the room, clipped and in an alien accent - they had no idea what it was saying.

Which is when the corpse twitched and began to rise, and the screams rose with it.

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Er'in stalked out of the merchants house, not a spot of blood on her as the screams of the victims inside echoed out. The young girl - woman really - she carried in her eyes stared in horror at her 'saviour', eyes widening as she was set down gently on the decking on the New Allecto street, a hot wind pulling away the screams of the dying.

"You're on your own now," Er'in said to the girl. "the CIS is here to make you free."

Freedom was a double edged sword. What was a slave from a middle class merchant slaver supposed to do when thrown out on the streets, 'saved' from hungry zombies?

Someone would probably pick her up in the relief convoys... if not... well that was freedom, wasn't it? Not to be dependant on another.

Er'in's better nature seized hold of her for a moment, fighting through her selfish rage and she pressed a credchit into the woman's hands.

Then she vanished, this was only the first of a great many visits she had to make. Metus had taught her well how to use terror as a weapon, and now she would unleash it upon people who had done nothing to her other than get in the way of the expansion of the CIS. Truthfully, that was a pretext. Er'in wanted to make a world burn tonight, but had just enough self control to recognise that would be going a step too far.

 

[Koda Fett]

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LOCATION: Allecto City
ALLIES: [member="Dagon"], [member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Syn Blacken"]

It should come to no surprise that Fett found a new employer to add to his impressive resumé. The Galactic Empire, the Sith Empire, the Sovereignty, the Confederacy, the First Order, and once that dreaded Mandalorian Empire. He knew no borders. Nothing contained him, for he was only a mere Bounty Hunter. Loyal to the credit, and not those that supplied it themselves- at least not until the job is over. The same situation applied here and now, for once upon a time the Mandalorian found himself under the employ of Nari, but it was the Confederacy that offered more zero's than he. All was well, however. Koda never really was a fan of those slugs.

A welcome visitor to Tatooine. Spotted standing upon a balcony, his Carbine slung lazily over his shoulder whilst his two hands were planted on a railing that held him up. The sun reflected in his black T-Visor, and he watched, and he waited. This job seemed simply enough. All he had to do was be there when the Hutt died.

A fair kill.

 

[Alistair Fenn]

Allecto City - Lower Hangars

By any stretch of the word, Tatooine was home.

He had been born here, he had grown up here, and for the last few years it had been the only port of call that he considered truly safe. Sure the local Hutts wanted him dead, and sure half the scum in the surrounding hangar would shank him and steal whatever was on him, but it was still his home. Everything about this world was comfortable to him. The heat, the desert sand, all of it was just right. He couldn't help but feel genuinely good whenever he was here, and now specifically Allecto.

Tatooine was a world that was constantly trying to kill you. The heat, the desert, the people. That was how it was and always how it would be.

As the ships began to appear within the sky there was no surprise on Alistair’s face. Rumors had been swirling for weeks now, ever since the Confederacy had made their first run against the world. He watched them quietly, grabbing a small Arceneau cigarette from the inside pocket of his shirt. He placed it on his mouth, considering the vessels as they crept closer and closer. He supposed that they were here for Nari, to claim the burgeoning metropolis that was Allecto for themselves.

He didn't mind.

It would mean more customers, more business. It also meant Nari Would be gone.

One less Hutt to look over his shoulder for.

 

[Alessandra Creed]

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Location: Dune Retreat/Temple
Objective: BYOO: Business.
Tags: Adron Malvern | [member="Jairus Starvald"]
Post Count: 1​

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Alessandra Creed looked out the window. Curious. Generally speaking, this foothold was a terrible, awful investment. The moisture farms barely produced enough for Tatooine on the hottest of days let alone enough that it could be used as an export. Crimson lips fell into a silent frown. She still didn’t understand what all the fuss was, not exactly, but she was at least glad they weren’t visiting the planet that [member="Darth Tacitus"] called home.

Bright sun, blistering heat, and snappy winds never really bothered her anymore. She’d been working and living on Geonosis for so long that arid weather was something she had come to welcome. The Minister of Commerce generally stayed away from places like Tatooine, simply due to common sense, but this was the first time the Confederacy had been able to successfully put boots on the ground in a long time. At least, with the expectation that boots would stay, on the ground.

The chocolate eyed woman flicked a pair of dark sunglasses over her eyes and adjusted the lilac-colored muslin scarf that was wrapped loosely around her neck. Alessandra dressed for the occasion while remaining conscious of the fact that the area wasn’t entirely safe. A pair of tan protective leggings held tightly to her form, made modest with a white, boring, short-sleeved tunic. It was most definitely not her usual flavor. She had forgone her typical neck-breaking high heels in favor of a chunky platform leather boots. Still fashionable, barely, but it would keep her from sinking in the sand.

While [member="Darth Metus"], as far as she knew, had plans to meet with [member="Danger Arceneau"] the caramel-skinned Minister had made arrangements to meet with another potential business partner. As always, her companion of for the journey, [member="Adron Malvern"], handled the controls of the small shuttle they utilized in order to make their way to the pre-designated location.

The Dunes were far enough from any of the more populated areas that they knew they were taking the scenic route. Again, Ale didn’t mind. Adron was always good company. She wasn’t foolish enough to attend business dealing on Tatooine alone, but in retrospect, bringing the Minister of War might have been overkill. “According to the coordinates, we should be almost there.”

The intelligent woman leaned back in her seat, watching the distance lesen, before her gaze slid back to her companion. She reached out and let her hand fall to his arm to get his attention. He always seemed to take things in stride, but, she couldn’t help but wonder how he felt being back here. She’d been given the impression that both he and the Exarch had nearly left one another in body bags. “Thank you for coming with me. I would have brought Magnaguard for back up but something tells me that less is more.”

When the mostly hidden landing pad was in sight she noticed a few figures standing nearby. Waiting. She frowned again, habitually checking the time, to verify if they were late. No. Her contacts were simply early.

They landed and departed the shuttle. She pulled her glasses down just slightly, analyzing the men before her, but most of them were wearing cloaks. It was difficult to discern their features, and generally speaking, a good way to catch heat stroke. “Mr. Starvald?”

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[Petra Cavataio]

Location: Western Dune Sea
Objective: BYOO: Blessing of the Planet
Tags: N/A
Post Count: Two

The hot sand actually felt nice as each step caused her foot to sink a bit in it. Petra could continue on walking. The task in mind had to be done. The idea to annoy the spirits that she offered help to was way to amusing to pass up. She would not openly say it, but she saw the Mandragora as the wanna-be Witches of Dathomir with a leader that betrays her culture. They had their use for Petra still, so she would not truly deal with it all until later. Small side note here about things like Petra and her writer loving Kat and her writer with all being said more on Petra’s insane hatred of all things not hers to control. Also, the writer has not slept for a sometime and might be going insane too.

There was no special to place for the spell Petra wanted to do. It was more on when she was tired of walking because she would have to walk back to get a shuttle off the world. That was the life of one doing things in secret. Well it was a secret for right now, but it would not be for long. The chit would hit fan when the spirits get disturbed like Petra planned.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

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Objective 2: Aid, Feed, Heal [aid the locals]
Tatooine has suffered incredible damage at the hands of the Galactic Empire. Famine rages among the survivors, many of which are injured and in need of medical assistance as well as food. Take over Jabba’s Palace and establish it as our HQ where food can be brought and locals can be helped.​

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|| Near Jabba The Hutt's Palace​

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The months seemed to have moved slowly. Maybe that was a blessing in disguise. Either way, while the Southern Systems Business Bazaar had been relocated this year to the Narayana Galactic Trade Station, there was still the matter of reconstruction and relief to be conducted back on Tatooine.

While both the Galactic Empire and the Confederacy did their best to limit civilian casualties, there were still several refugees and humanitarian aide for the locals in the waning months. The immense naval battle had forged a floating ship graveyard near orbit of Tatooine; with mangled, disabled wrecks of former destroyers, cruisers, and freighters slowly floating in the dead of space. It was a testimony of what had remained of the navel vessels that were deemed beyond repair. Now, they were there as a salvage yard for those brave enough to risk the groaning, warped chunks of debris for what small salvage prize they could find.

Planetside, there was more to be done. Tatooine would always be a haven of smugglers and criminals alike; even Arceneau Trade could not completely rein in the entire world -- and to be honest, Danger didn't mind it. Her home was every bit as much a sanctuary where one could disappear from the galaxy. She could understand the allure of it. As it stood, there were several agreements in place to ensure that those kept to their own. Nari the Hutt, however, had recently revealed herself to be a bit more greedy than she could stand.

Saffron had been caught in the crossfire at Allecto City; to date, she had yet to report in. It was one of the reasons why Danger had returned to the world of the Twin Suns. Search parties were underway at Allecto city while Danger herself headed towards the headquarters deemed by the Confederacy where those for relief efforts would meet.

It had been a long while since she had met [member="Darth Metus"] in the flesh, but there had always been an understanding and respect there. Truth be told, she welcomed working alongside a government she was well familiar with. While she had done her best to keep neutrality under the Empire, business had certainly been far more lucrative and less restrictive when it came to dealing with a government who understood what trade meant for the galaxy.

Arceneau Trade freighters and personnel would flock towards the palace. There rations, water, and basic medical care would be delivered from the Southern Systems Business Bazaar orbiting stations. It was an immense blessing that the floating stations had not met in the crossfire between the Imperials and the Confederates; it was one of the main reasons why it was easier to deliver goods in this sector.

Slowly climbing a nearby overlook towards the palace, Danger Arceneau gave a deep sigh. The Twin suns were already high in the sky and their combined heat seemed to bake the very landscape itself. Sand grains would get everywhere; prompting a necessary use of desert gaiters and lenghty scarfs or breathing masks to filter out the sand. For those not wearing goggles, the growing intensity of the light might start to burn delicate irises. Yet for Danger, despite the increasing weathering she felt on her skin and the heat that seemed to bake her very bones, it was home.

And right now it needed her.

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[Adron Malvern]

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Location: Dune Retreat/Temple | Objective: Accompany Alessandra | Tags: [member="Alessandra Creed"] [member="Jairus Starvald"] | Post: I​

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From behind the controls, Adron had been keeping his eyes locked on the sea of sand that flowed beneath them. It had been months since the Minister of War had traveled to Tatooine and in that time he had been here as a conquerer, not a liberator. In an absent-minded motion his hand went to his abdomen where [member="Srina Talon"] had pierced him with her lightsaber. The scar had lingered in the coming days, a quiet reminder to a life the former Imperial had left behind. As she often did, Alessandra pulled Adron from the thoughts that plagued his mind with the lull of her voice and a gentle touch to his arm, allowing him a reprieve from less encouraging thoughts.

Activating the autopilot, he pulled his hands back from the controls before offering Alessandra an assuring smile. His lips were drawn into a thing line while he placed a finger on his temple, all most in an analytical manner. "A few more minutes." He told her before he gestured out the viewport.

"Been a while since I came here. Was hoping i'd never come back to this ball of dirt." There was a noticeable venom as he spoke, however the source would surprise Alessandra. "I hate deserts. They're hot, they have nothing to offer anyone, and worst of all they're hot." He gave off a smile from his joke before shaking his hand at the woman's words. "Well, I am certainly more." He said, his eyes falling on Alessandra once again before he tapped his terminal softly. "Besides, I needed to get out of that office anyway. I'm a soldier, it doesn't suit me to be cooped up all the time." However as they days were going on Adron found he spent more time in an office with a pen than in the battlefield with a lightsaber in his hand. It was a pain for the man and had he not had the ability to take direct command of his forces, it would drive him crazy.

"Speaking of getting out of the office." He began, taking hold of the controls once again as he disabled the autopilot. "When we get back, let's go out somewhere. No titles, no uniforms." The statement was simple and did not seem to bear much weight, however as Adron brought the shuttle in for a landing he spoke with a tone bordering on sweet. "You'll enjoy it." He promised.

As he began to power down the shuttle he did not leave Alessandra a moment to respond. "We're here."

Adron stood up, taking his lightsaber into his hands and clipping it to the side of his belt as he usually did. The silver-like hilt would be noticeable yet he did not foresee a need to use it. However much he itched to return to the halls of combat, he would not ruin Alessandra' business, it was not good for his life expectancy. Following her out of the shuttle he stood beside her as he clasped his arms behind his back. Even now as he stood with Minister Creed, he still very much appeared to be a High Moff of the Imperial military.

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[Eugen Aker]

Tatooine had been left in a dire state after the Galactic Empire withdrew from the region before reconstruction efforts could even begin. It was fortunate that the Confederacy had moved to extend a hand of support to the downtrodden peoples of the war-torn planet as Valae had been planning a humanitarian mission, so it was easy enough to attach a team from the Silver Service Corps to the CIS operation.

Shortly after the arrival of the Confederacy and associated NGOs, the Silver Order would make its appearance, Jyoti leading a mixed convoy of civilian vessels and small warships from her seat aboard the hospital cruiser Boram.

She stood up from her command chair and stretched as the golden orb of Tootoine drew closer on the room wide holodisplay.

"I honestly didn't think we would ever be able to return here without getting shot," she told Valae on the bridge. "Would you like to go into town after we set up the team at the palace?"

[member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Charlie"] [member="Cathbodua"] [member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Cathbodua]

[member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"]

Being asked to come along to help with medical works was interesting. She rarely got out of the medical labs or the healing rooms so as Cathbodua stood there with her bodysuit gleaming black and purple. her saber whip was on her hip in case she needed it but the jedi master was moving quietly through the medical lab. They had some systems to test out, one of which was for the Kiyomi. Medical bays and their medical runabouts designed to get down quickly and back up toa station or ship without causing much problems... She looked up as the lenses of her mask adjusted going to join Jyoti when they finally arrived.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective 2: Feed the locals
Location: Coruscant -> Tatooine

Ugohr knew that there was another area that needed hydroponic farming, although its population was not nearly as numerous as what remained of Coruscant's. With that said, he called in supplies from Nal Hutta, including but not limited to, food supplies and hydroponic farming supplies. He let someone else take over the Coruscant project. Then again, knowing what the locals need and want, he prepared several large buckets of powdered ice cream: it's a favorite that will sell well on a desert planet without fail. Also, the planet suffered terribly under the Empire; he feels compelled, more than ever, to help out the locals while other teams, Squibs and other races, were busy distributing food and building hydroponic farms around Mos Osnoe. Especially with that town relaxing ordinance regulations, in an attempt to recover, he could get construction permits approved almost instantly. As he prepared the food truck, he was also ready for the large number of customers wanting soft ice cream cones in several flavors, and sometimes mixed together. There were a dozen flavors available from the ice cream machine and starving customers didn't wait to show themselves when the ice truck was deployed.

"Yousa want ice cream?"

 

[Jairus Starvald]

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Location: Dune retreat.
Objective: BYOO: Business.
Tags: [member="Alessandra Creed"] | [member="Adron Malvern"]
Post Count: 2

Once the ship landed and two sentients stepped out Jairus gave a shallow bow from the waist up.

It didn't really have a lot of effect in conveying respect, because he was several heads larger than both of them. Epicanthix DNA did that to a man, so in reality all it did was bring his eyes to their eye level and back. "Minister Creed, High Moff Malvern, it is a pleasure." The wind picked up, causing dust and sand to buffet around them. Even slightly elevated it was still becoming a nuisance.

Jairus squinted at it before shaking his head.

"I don't like sand. Why don't we go inside?" He gestured towards the entrance. The other hooded figures, cultists, were already making room for them. Some of them might stay outside to patrol.

Others would follow them inside as Jairus led the way.

The inside of the temple was far less ruins than the exterior had suggested. The floors were cleanly swept, there was a fresh scent to the air -- as if they had opened all the windows during a storm -- and many of the rooms they passed were filled with the same cowled figures. Some reading, others working on parchment, but some of the rooms were filled with computer systems as well.

A place where the ancient met the future.

Finally they entered a side-office where Jairus settled himself down in a chair that was perfectly his size. The table was his size too for that matter. While the chairs in front of it were smaller.

It made for quite an amusing sight.

"I trust both of you are well? Do you wish for refreshments?"

 

[Errreembuhr]

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Location: In orbit aboard the Shadowclaw
Objective: Help in taking Jabba's palace to ease distribution of aid
Complement: The Shadowclaw and its garrison, EC-20 Transport Corvettes
Allies: [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Danger Arceneau"] | Whoever else joins the objective


Through his contacts in the Silver Jedi Order, Errreembuhr had been made aware of the situation on Tatooine and their agreement to assist in bringing aid to the people of the backwater planet. A clear opportunity to expand his company's influence into the Outer Rim presented itself, and he would be a fool to ignore it. The various companies of New Plympto had been happy again to sell him equipment and foodstuffs to bring across the galaxy as they'd done before for Alderaan and Onderon, though only one of those efforts had been a success.

The Wookiee hated deserts, truthfully. Sand always found its way into his eyes, or deep into his fur, and even years before when he'd been a crewman on a delivery freighter he preferred to remain on the ship rather than personally drop off equipment and cargo if one like it was their destination. Unfortunately he could no longer afford such a decision when the face of his company was on the line.

His cruiser had finally finished its construction in the shipyards on Commenor owned by Locke and Key Mechanics, and its maiden voyage would be this aid mission. Errreembuhr realized quickly that it meant he wouldn't get to test its weaponry and shields, but it was no matter to him. Not yet, anyway. What he needed was the cruiser's hangar structures and cargo capacity, though to improve the limits of what he could bring, a small squadron of transport corvettes were brought as well.

"Sir, we're coming out of hyperspace momentarily," the Tach-series crewman droid stated as Errreembuhr sat in his captain's chair, watching from the bridge as the bright blue light of hyperspace passed the transparisteel viewport. "In five, four, three, two, one..."

The light slowed, and within seconds the rusty brown sphere appeared before him, illuminated by the system's twin suns. The tablet displaying nearby ships also began to light up as the cruiser's scanners picked up on their presence.

"We're reading a signal from an SJO ship, sir. Shall I open contact with them?"

"Yes, do it. We'll have to coordinate and see where we're needed the most before doing anything else."

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

Objective: 3
Wearing: This
Post: 1

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Today was a day Gerwald had been looking forward to for some time. While others would be trying to stop Hutts, or set up aide for those who needed it, Gerwald was on a mission to do something worthy of a Lupine. Some would say he wasn’t ready for the task, certainly braver men had tried and failed, costing their lives. It wasn’t a smart thing Gerwald was doing, but he wanted to do it regardless.

Gerwald Lechner was going to kill a Krayt Draogon and take its pearl.

The pearl was said to give a lightsaber unique properties, and also was used to give the blade itself a silver or obsidian hue depending on the pearl. Gerwald didn’t care about the color, his mind was set only on the task. Yes, it may be something that would go against honoring nature, and what not, but Gerwald was a predator, and with the force, he wanted to show the fiercest creature of Tatooine that he was now the top of the food chain.

He’d told [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] about his plans. It was one of those kinda of things where she needed to know, but wouldn’t be able to stop him. His stubborn nature was full on in display in this regard. Gerwald wanted the pearl and he would get it.

The sun beat down on him. The jacket he wore was warm, but protected him from the burn his arms would likely have without it. The wind tossed sand about, pieces of hit catching in his eyes at times. He’d forgotten goggles, didn’t know he would need them. It was a mistake he would not repeat again. Despite the fact the Obsidian armor was available to him, Gerwald opted not to wear his. This task was going to be completed unhindered by armor. The only thing he carried to aid him was a vibrosword. Today was going to be a glorious day.