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May 21, 2020 10:48:27 GMT -8
Post by The Elusive Man on May 21, 2020 10:48:27 GMT -8
The span of several minutes had passed before a response came through. Wasting no time to reply, the pilot responded.Understood.Altering its vector and beginning approach, the OSV Galvanizer accelerated towards the planet's surface, specifically Federale Spaceport. After receiving clearance to land in orbit, the OSV Galvanizer had made it's way down to Spaceport Federale. On board, Archduke Gul Zullsel of the Geonosian Monarchy and representative of The Organization, was ready to depart, with his entourage. Hopefully the Archduke's visit here wasn't going to be wasted. Though The Illusionist's intel was always spot on, so there was no reason to suspect otherwise. As the transport landed, the ramp extended and the Archduke, followed by two of his advisors and four Organization Commandos, disembarked the transport, hopefully to be greeted by some sort of welcoming party.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2020 12:50:29 GMT -8
Location: Spaceport Federale, Iziz, OnderonAs the OSV Galvanizer landed at the Diplomatic landing bay, Lord Admiral Chandler was with the official diplomatic welcoming committee disguised as one of the guards. The welcoming party made their way to the disembarking diplomats, Chandler wanted to gauge the intention of the diplomats before officially greeting them as leader of the Onderonian Federation. The head of the welcoming party was an older man dressed in white diplomat military fatigues, he was a no nonsense kind of man and disliked the ploy that Admiral Chandler was doing but was willing to go along with it for the good of the Federation. Greetings, Archduke. I'm General Craig Cody, head of the Federation Diplomatic Welcoming Committee and it is an honor to welcome you to the great city of Iziz. If you follow me, i have a speeder ready to take us to Federation Palace.General Craig Cody motioned for the Archduke and his guards to follow him.
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Sept 3, 2020 16:26:15 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2020 16:26:15 GMT -8
The Proud people of Onderon had finally started to build back up both their Navy and Ground Forces following the tragic events that they had endured under the tyranny of the Dread King. The streets of Iziz were filled with civilians and Citizens of the Onderonian Federation, the sound of children laughter rung out from the Market, all was well on Onderon, Mark Chandler also known to the people as the Hero of Iziz was in the middle of greeting Diplomats at the Spaceport Federale.
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Sept 3, 2020 17:20:34 GMT -8
Post by The Elusive Man on Sept 3, 2020 17:20:34 GMT -8
Upon arriving at Federation Palace, Archduke Gul Zullsel and his entourage disembarked the speeder and were escorted into the building proper, with the hopes of speaking to the man in charge of the budding federation. While the Archduke's presence here was twofold, Geonosis came with offers of trade and economic relief after the oppressive regime they had suffered under previously. The Illusionist, the de facto leader of The Organization, had sent the Geonosians to start amicable relations with Onderon as well as give him an opportunity to speak directly to the man in charge. Being escorted to a well lit conference room, the Archduke and his entourage were seated at the table, waiting for the man known as Mark Chandler to appear.
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Nov 11, 2020 11:44:35 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2020 11:44:35 GMT -8
Location: Conference Room A, Federation Palace, Iziz, Onderon.
Once the Delegation from Geonosis was seated at the table, and the other guards and left the room, Chandler walk around to the other side of the table and removed the guard's helmet that he was wearing. He placed it down on the table and waited a moment before speaking.
"I'm Lord Admiral Mark Chandler, Leader of the Onderonian Federation. I must apologize for hiding my identity from you, but you see one can never be too careful when meeting an unknown party. I am curious as to why you are here. So, Please go ahead and state your business."
Once Chandler had finished speaking, he took a seat and looked upon the Geonosis Delegation with keen interest. He had his theories as to why they were here, but he still needed to hear from them before he could make a solid confirmation on whether or not any of his theories were correct.
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Nov 11, 2020 12:34:00 GMT -8
Post by The Elusive Man on Nov 11, 2020 12:34:00 GMT -8
Conference Room A - Federation Palace. Iziz - Onderon.
The Archduke was hardly surprised by Lord Admiral Chandler's deception. Men in power often became targets by those seeking power. And given Onderon's recent history, it was not surprising that he had chosen to hide himself among his men, as a precaution. Clearing his throat, the Archduke spoke, the translator on his belt translating from Geonosian to Basic.
"Lord Admiral, I am here publicly, as the leading member of the Geonosian Monarchy, to forge an alliance between our great nations. However, I too am guilty of deception, and I apologize for it. Privately, I am a representative of The Organization, an extension of The Illusionist's grand designs. He has brought prosperity and economical wealth to our world and he wishes to do the same for Onderon."
Procuring a small holo-projector from his belt, the Archduke placed it on the conference table. As it activated, so do did the main holoprojector in the middle of the table. Shimmering to life, a larger than life sized image of The Illusionist appeared. Dressed in a low collared white shirt with a button down suit jacket overtop and black dress slacks with polished shoes, the sliver-haired man inclined his head in acknowledgement of Chandler's presence. A lit cigarette was clutched between is middle and index fingers on his left hand and his right hand was in his pants pocket.
Lord Admiral Chandler. I apologize for the deception, however you said it best. Men in our positions can never be too careful when it comes to dealing with unknowns.
Taking a drag from his cigarette, he exhaled slowly and began speaking.
Despite the recent shakeups on Onderon, you have successfully managed to oust a Sith holdout and free the citizens of Onderon from oppression. No small feat, to be sure. But that act managed to grab my attention. It is that act of courage and heroism that I am looking for. A beacon of hope against the onslaught of oppression and tyranny. Loyal men and women who are willing to take a stand against those who would harm innocent civilians and push their beliefs onto the greater galaxy. In time, I will make you privy to The Organization's full agenda, but for the time being, I would like to formally recruit you into The Organization. An offer I suspect, you aren't in a position to refuse, given that you've painted a giant target on yourself and the planet of Onderon as a whole. Even though the Abraxas family was not affiliated with any known factions currently operating within the galaxy, they were Dark Side aligned, which means there is always someone, somewhere, keeping tabs on things. Were the Sith or the Dark Jedi ever to seek retribution for your actions here, your forces are insignificant enough to ensure your survival. The Organization, however, has clashed with the Blackguard Imperium on several occasions and we are more than capable of holding our own...which is why we want you. Your skillset would be an invaluable asset to our navy.
The pitch was certainly much more direct than previous recruitments had been, but the truth in his pitch was very apparent. As was the possible threat from other darksiders. Either way, despite being as successful as he was, Lord Admiral Chandler had worked himself into a corner, if the Sith ever came knocking, and he suspected, deep down, that Chandler knew that. However, it was still up in the air as to whether or not he'd accept the invitation.
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Nov 11, 2020 13:07:51 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2020 13:07:51 GMT -8
Location: Conference Room A, Federation Palace, Iziz, Onderon.
Chandler first listened to the Geonosian Archduke speak, it was hardly a shock to hear that he came to Onderon on the behalf of other. Someone who was very skilled in operating in the shadows. Then the Archduke pulled out a holo-projector and the image of a sharp dressed man appeared with a lit cigarette in his left hand. Chandler then listened to the man the Geonosian Archduke referred to as The Illusionist speak.
He could hardly say that he was surprised to hear that his actions of freeing Onderon from the Tyranny of a Sith Lord had reached a man who worked so well in the shadows. Even the point that the man made about either sith or dark jedi seeking retribution for his actions, hadn't surprised him as he had considered that a likely outcome. And of course the man was right about the fact that Chandler wasn't really in a position to turn down his offer. It was extremely annoying to say the least that Chandler and Onderon needed the help of others to survive.
Chandler looked at both the Archduke and at The Illusionist both speaking.
"You seem to be very well informed about our current situation and recent events here on Onderon. As you said I'm not really in a position to refuse your offer, so I, Lord Admiral Mark Chandler, Leader of the Onderonian Federation accept your offer."
Chandler knew that people that worked under him would need his decision explained to them. Chandler also knew that most of them had some military experience so most would understand the need for Onderon to have such an Ally as The Organization, but before he could do any of that he still needed to finish the meeting with the Archduke and The Illusionist.
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Nov 11, 2020 13:45:39 GMT -8
Post by The Elusive Man on Nov 11, 2020 13:45:39 GMT -8
Conference Room A - Federation Palace. Iziz - Onderon.
A wise decision, Admiral Chandler. said The Illusionist with a satisfied smirk. Rest assured, we take good care of our allies. Your fledgling federation is in good hands. I do, however, have one request.
Taking a drag from his cigarette, he exhaled and continued.
Your service record is certainly impressive, as is the absolute loyalty of your crew. However, I am in need of a skilled Admiral to head up The Organization's Navy. Select whomever you trust to take your place as the public leader of your federation and report to your ship. From there, you will be sent coordinates to rendezvous with Admiral Weyland and the rest of the Organization Navy. He will fill you in once you arrive. And before your departure, Lord Admiral, I will have two ships arrive to reinforce your troops as well as have preparations begin to reinforce Onderon as a whole.
Taking one more drag from his cigarette, he exhaled slowly, allowing Chandler to process everything that had been said and give him the opportunity to agree with or object the request.
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Nov 11, 2020 15:17:02 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2020 15:17:02 GMT -8
Location: Conference Room A, Federation Palace, Iziz, Onderon.
Chandler listened as The Illusionist spoke. While he understood that he would need to appoint someone as the Public face of the Onderonian Federation, didn't mean he liked it. However he may have a work around that could allow him the ability to operate in the shadows as well as remain the head of state. Chandler both wanted to test this newfound alliance and at the same time he didn't. Although now maybe the best time to see how willing The Illusionist was to compromise. Chandler thought for a brief moment before speaking.
"I have a counter proposal, I remain in charge of the Onderonian Federation and appoint an official spokesman to deal with the public. This would allow me to operate in the shadows for you and give the people of Onderon more piece of mind. For them the changing of a new leader might cause them to worry and be afraid that something similar might be happening like it did when Abraxas took power. For without the support of the people, men in our positions are just like those you want to put an end to. To be the Beacon of Hope you spoke about, the civilians need Heroes. Men and Women that they can look up too, those that can inspire them to be heroes themselves."
Chandler paused for a moment before speaking again.
"Please forgive me, I did not mean to get carried away."
Chandler looked upon the holo of the sharply dress man and the Archduke to see their reactions to what he just said.
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Dec 28, 2020 7:19:44 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2020 7:19:44 GMT -8
The men and women within the Onderonain Federation Armed forces continued their patrols and ensure the safety of the civilians of the Federation as well as it's citizens, while the leader of the Onderonain Federation meet with the Geonosis Delegation to discuss a peace treaty between the two worlds. This was something that all within the Federation wanted, to re-enter the galactic stage. To not only protect themselves but to also protect others from sharing the same fate that had befallen them earlier with Dread King Abraxas in power.
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Jan 1, 2021 2:43:34 GMT -8
Post by Kaine Australis on Jan 1, 2021 2:43:34 GMT -8
Scans of the world from orbit and monitoring of civilian broadcasts had indicated that the current rulership of Onderon was based in the ancient city of Iziz. From aboard the command ship Invincible Reason in orbit, a comm transmission was sent to the palace.
::This is Konig of Clan Australis. We are in system to see that the moon of Dxun is in good hands. We seek only friendship and trade with the current rulers of Onderon, and the mutual security of this system.::
The Mandalorians would not interfere with Onderon, so long as Onderon didn't object to their establishment of an outpost on the jungle moon of Dxun. Security of the Onderon system was in everyone's interest.
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Jan 23, 2021 11:12:27 GMT -8
Post by The Elusive Man on Jan 23, 2021 11:12:27 GMT -8
Location: Conference Room A, Federation Palace, Iziz, Onderon.Chandler listened as The Illusionist spoke. While he understood that he would need to appoint someone as the Public face of the Onderonian Federation, didn't mean he liked it. However he may have a work around that could allow him the ability to operate in the shadows as well as remain the head of state. Chandler both wanted to test this newfound alliance and at the same time he didn't. Although now maybe the best time to see how willing The Illusionist was to compromise. Chandler thought for a brief moment before speaking. "I have a counter proposal, I remain in charge of the Onderonian Federation and appoint an official spokesman to deal with the public. This would allow me to operate in the shadows for you and give the people of Onderon more piece of mind. For them the changing of a new leader might cause them to worry and be afraid that something similar might be happening like it did when Abraxas took power. For without the support of the people, men in our positions are just like those you want to put an end to. To be the Beacon of Hope you spoke about, the civilians need Heroes. Men and Women that they can look up too, those that can inspire them to be heroes themselves." Chandler paused for a moment before speaking again."Please forgive me, I did not mean to get carried away."Chandler looked upon the holo of the sharply dress man and the Archduke to see their reactions to what he just said. The Illusionist listened to the well spoken, if not a bit typical for a man in his position, speech of Lord Admiral Mark Chandler of the Onderonian Federation. Chandler's counter proposal was more or less the same thing he had just said, minus Chandler's public involvement with The Organization. It was nice to see they were on the same page, though. Taking a drag from his cigarette, he exhaled slowly and replied to the Admiral's little speech.Admiral Chandler, there is no need to apologize, as what you just said indicates we have an understanding and are both operating with the same mindset. Do what you must to ensure your people are content and safe. And, as I said before, I do have a task for you. Admiral Weyland will be awaiting your arrival with a full briefing. He will be able to answer any linger questions you may have about us. Good day.The image of the Illusionist dissipated from view, leaving the Archduke and his entourage alone with the Lord Admiral and his entourage. The Geonosian Archduke slide a datapad across the table towards the Lord Admiral and spoke. His clicks and chirps were translated by the translator on his belt."The datapad included all Organization Navy operating protocols, along with the nav point where you are to rendezvous with Admiral Weyland. Together, the Geonosian Monarchy and The Organization stand ready to assist and continue building an alliance with the Onderonian Federation. Lord Admiral, I bid you good day."The Geonosian Archduke then motioned for his entourage to follow him back to their transport, while giving the Lord Admiral a bow.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2021 17:41:54 GMT -8
The image of the Illusionist dissipated from view, leaving the Archduke and his entourage alone with the Lord Admiral and his entourage. The Geonosian Archduke slide a datapad across the table towards the Lord Admiral and spoke. His clicks and chirps were translated by the translator on his belt."The datapad included all Organization Navy operating protocols, along with the nav point where you are to rendezvous with Admiral Weyland. Together, the Geonosian Monarchy and The Organization stand ready to assist and continue building an alliance with the Onderonian Federation. Lord Admiral, I bid you good day."The Geonosian Archduke then motioned for his entourage to follow him back to their transport, while giving the Lord Admiral a bow. Location: Conference Room A, Federation Palace, Iziz, Onderon.Chandler stood up and bowed his head as the Geonosian Archduke and his entourage left the conference room. After a few moments had passed Chandler pushed a button that was underneath the the conference room table and two men walked out of a hidden door that had just opened, these men were Admiral Jon Kit Salen and Director Grimmshaw. Chandler waited for a moment to all the two men a chance to find a seat before speaking. "Admiral Salen, Director Grimmshaw, what are your thoughts on what has just transpired?"Chandler asked as he wanted to hear from two out the three men he trusted the most, the third being the XO of his ship. This was also a way for Chandler to determine how he and the federation should proceed, as he received an assignment from The Illusionist. Admiral Salen spoke first. Lord Admiral, while I do believe that the Onderonian Federation needs allies, I do have some reservations about allying with this group as well as the Geonosians. The Separatists nearly drove us to ruin years ago, this Organization is extremely shady and until we know more about them I would suggest that we avoid making our alliance with them public knowledge, only the upper echelon should be made aware of this partnership. Letting the public know that the Geonosians are allies might cause some unrest, but that can be handled with relative ease.Chandler nodded as the Admiral spoke, he was right about a lot of things and for the mean time he would only make the upper echelon aware of this allaince. Next to speak was the Director of Special Operations.I agree with Admiral Salen, on distribution of information. It would be wise to proceed with caution when dealing with this Illusionist as well as when dealing with any of his direct underlings. With this new found partnership with the Geonosians and The Organization we should be able to build some planetary defenses, as well as give us access to battle droids which would ease the load off of the Onderonian people. Chandler again nodded as Grimmshaw spoke. He agreed with his assessment of the situation at hand. Chandler pause for a moment to gather his thoughts before he spoke."Thank you both for letting me hear your thoughts on the matter. I agree with both of you, the information about this partnership will only be available to the upper echelon of the Federation. I will give a speech to the public to inform them about our alliance with the Geonosians and that I will be leaving to finalize our Alliance. While I am away, Admiral, make sure the security bureau handles any civil unrest with the utmost care. I don't want the people to be harmed because they are afraid of what this might bring. Our goal at home is to protect our people and ensure their safety. Director Grimmshaw, I want you to work with our new allies and build our planetary defenses and start assembling the target package for Operation: Knightfall." Both men saluted Chandler and then left the conference room, Chandler left shortly after they did and made his way to his office, so that he could prepare his speech for the civilians and citizens of the Federation. He wanted to make them feel safe and assured that this alliance is in the best interest of Onderon.
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Aug 17, 2021 17:50:32 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2021 17:50:32 GMT -8
Location: Office of the Lord Admiral, Federation Palace, Iziz, Onderon.
Once Chandler was done writing his speech that he would give to the civilians and citizens of the Onderonian Federation. He walked to a holo recorder and began to record his speech that would play throughout the capital, once he had departed.
"People of Onderon, I Lord Admiral Chandler have forged a strong alliance with The Geonosian Monarchy. I know that some might be hesitant with becoming allies with the Geonosians and I understand that, but remember that they have had a hard struggle against force users just like us Onderonians. Only when we forge strong alliances like this can we start to feel safe and secure from this religious zealots that plague our galaxy. In order to make the alliance official I will travel with the Geonosian delegation and hash out the remaining details of this alliance. If anyone has opinions that they would like express fell free to contact the Civilian Federation Liaison Officer."
With that Chandler ended the recording and left instructions with one of the secretaries to send it to the Communications Bureau for them to play it for the public once he left. He then made his way out of the Federation Palace and to the spaceport where he would take a shuttle and rendezvous with Admiral Weyland.
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Oct 30, 2021 1:19:04 GMT -8
Post by Reyn Australis on Oct 30, 2021 1:19:04 GMT -8
Iziz Cantina
Onderon's capital city of Iziz was full of people at the midday hour. Reyn and his squad had found a semi-decent looking city cantina and taken up a booth for drinks. The cantina was busy but not packed to capacity. The locals gave the Mandalorians a few strange looks, but not too many. About half an hour after the Mando group arrived was when the trouble started.
A group of about ten locals entered, loudly and boisterously making ribald conversation, pushing patrons out of their way roughly, and demanding drinks. No one seemed to be willing to confront the thuggish behaviour. Reyn noticed, of course, and figured the group had some sort of connections to be able to carry on the way they were. All was well and good until one of the group, clearly drunk, took note of the Mandalorians and commented something about shabla bucketheads.
One of the squad made to come to his feet to answer the insult, but Reyn stopped him by laying one hand on his arm. Reyn stood up slowly, facing the group. He walked out of the booth and across the cantina's floor to the speaker. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the bartender reaching under the bar, presumably for an alarm or a weapon.
You have a problem with Mandalorians, neighbour? Reyn asked in a quiet voice, pitched to carry just far enough to the man's friends. The stocky and well muscled thug laughed. Do you know who we are, Mando?
Reyn kept his face neutral, though he wanted to smile. Some chakaare just begged to be put in their place. It seemed the Mandalorians' reputation was slipping. He'd have to do something about that.
I don't know who you are. I'm damn sure you don't know who I am. Reyn looked pointedly at the sigil of the boar on his shoulder, then to the mythosaur skull on the opposite side of his armour. Then he met the man's eyes. The tension in the room noticeably increased, as the man's friends loomed large behind him, making the standoff ten to four. Why don't you call some more of your friends, so this will be a fair fight?
The man swung quickly but predictably for Reyn's head. Reyn knocked the blow aside easily and smashed a palm strike into his opponent's nose, which gave a satisfying crack and spray of blood as it broke beneath Reyn's strike. Reyn stepped back to give himself fighting room, and the group before him drew blades and other assorted weapons. Against Mandos that was a stupid idea, but the Mandos weren't going to give any quarter. Reyn and his fellows drew their own blades, and battle commenced.
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Nov 2, 2021 19:32:05 GMT -8
Post by Reyn Australis on Nov 2, 2021 19:32:05 GMT -8
As it turned out, the Bartender had gone behind the bar to hide, and to put on appropriate fight music. Said tune began to blare out loud across the cantina as Reyn and his Mandalorians leapt into the fight with the local toughs. The locals had made the fight nasty by drawing blades, and though the Mando'ade had drawn theirs in turn, they were professional soldiers, and did their best not to kill anyone deliberately. Reyn, having knocked his first opponent into next week, engaged with a single sword, easily knocking aside the comparatively clumsy attacks of the Onderonian locals. His squad were amusing themselves by knocking thugs to the ground with punches and kicks, only using their blades defensively. The locals recieved reinforcements almost immediately, with another dozen or so crashing their way into the cantina to join the fight, keeping the Mandalorians well outnumbered. The fight went on, with chairs and tables being used as weapons, some blood was spilt, but for the most part, the Mando'ade left a trail of unconscious or sorry fallen fighters in their wake. Reyn caught a slash across his vambraces, then grabbed his opponent and delivered a headbutt, a perfect Keldabe Kiss, knocking the Gran out cold. Someone drew a blaster, and the fight got nasty from there. No longer kriffing around, the Mandalorians took cover, and switched to their own weapons. Now it was no longer recreation, someone had declared war. The mindset of Reyn and the other three mandos changed instantly from one of play to one of business.More enemies came into the cantina, some bearing armor, others bearing energy shields, all carrying blasters, and they came in firing. Reyn dropped one with an aimed blast from his custom Amban Phase-Pulse pistol, before ducking behind a pillar to avoid return fire. The Mandalorians cut a swathe through the attackers with Westar and Blastech and MandalArms weaponry, dealing out waves of death. They could have held on for longer, against far more enemies, but the battle settled down after only a single wave.From outside the smoking walls of the Cantina, now wrecked and strewn with bodies, living and dead, and with blaster holes burned across most surfaces, a voice called out."Parley! Lord Australis!" Reyn shared a look with his squadmates. Lord? What the kriff was going on here? He waved them to stay put in case this was a trap, and carefully began to move forward towards the door. We didn't start this! Reyn shouted back, assuming the local authorities had gotten involved. They had, but had already been enroute when the fight had broken out, which was why they'd arrived so quickly. Reyn would get his answers.
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Mar 21, 2023 9:27:25 GMT -8
Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Mar 21, 2023 9:27:25 GMT -8
A transport landed at the spaceport of Iziz and Esthh and a shaper and a couple warriors stepped down the loading ramp and headed for the marketplace, looking for exotic animals. It didn’t take long though they were met with a number of long, and many times, not unhostile looks, but none dared to give challenge, it wasnt a good move for self preservation. It seemed strange to some that there would be such bravado speaking about being tough, until it came time to being tough, much was probably like people claiming Mandalorians or actual stormtroopers weren’t tough or good fighters...until it was time to stare into a visor or the eye slots of seasoned professionals. It all played out again and again in bars with a bit too much of liquid courage playing a part in the lesson being taught again and again. On the street with primarily sober beings just trying to make a living, those with tough reputations were left alone and usually viewed with mild interest and the only stirring was usually for self preservation.
Esthh enjoyed the mountainous view of the city, even though it was made up of dead technology, it was something that he would have to get used to, but the view of the surrounding temperate forests and other lower mountains chains further in the distance. He was not here for the view however and turned his mind back towards the merchants in the animal quarter of the market. After a few inquiries he finally located what he was looking for, a dealer in exotic dangerous wildlife, not that there were many non dangerous wildlife on Onderon.
The merchant was a bit apprehensive when the Yuuzhan Vong stepped into his establishment, but managed to swallow his fear and put on a salesman’s smile for the potential customers, if only to avoid violence and get them out and his normal clientele would return.
“Welcome gentlebeings! I am Wracksmith,what can I help you with today?”
Esthh didn’t waste time, he had to get back to the matalok and see how the hragscythe hunt was going. He was eager to finish all of this investment in time and get to the real investment.
“I am looking for something to challenge may warriors. I am looking for Lagartoz War Dragons, and Pritarr.” He looked over a few exhibits, “and some information on Dxun parasite species, armored, what my shapers tell me is some kind of armored insect.”
“You sir have come to the right place, I do not have any Lagartoz War Dragons here, size limitations you see, but I have them at my warehouse at the edge of the city. Fine riding mounts, very trainable beasts, or for gladiatorial combat, a good seller I must say. The pritarr are over here.” Wracksmith lead the way with an indication of his hand as he started walking that way he continued. “Not a lot of call for the felines, but I keep a number of kittens from fine breeders. Not many breeders outside of the Untamed, isolationist group you see and the kittens demand quite a price when they do sell. Beautiful little creatures, not so little when they grow up. Very good watch animals, their hearing is quite impressive. The Untamed supposedly use them to warn them of earthshakes and approaching hragscythe!”
Esthh reached in and picked up one of the small multicolored creature that quickly tried to find out if his forearm was food before he plucked the little creature off his arm and held it up to look into its face, the little beast being ignorant enough to try to swat at his face as he looked at it. “I will take everything you have, and depending on how many war dragons you have, many of those as well. How many young do you have?”
Wracksmith sensed a quick deal, the Yuuzhan Vong hadnt even asked about price, this could lead to be quite a profitable day for him. They might be feared warriors but businessmen they were not. “I have eighteen war dragons, only the finest, that are under a year of age.”
“Both sexes?”
Wracksmith took a risk. “Yes, and I also have another beast you may be interested in. Ubese Thorn-backed War Dragons, they have become rare but are still requested for gladiatorial fights and mounts by the rich and famous, well at least the rich. They are outlawed on many planets and this is one of the few that their numbers are kept in check by local wildlife should they escape.”
“How many young do you have?”
“I have twenty-one, males and females, all under a year of age.”
“Then I will take them all. Now,” Esthh set the kitten back down with its litter mates. “What about the parasites?”
Wracksmith nodded. “I have a number of species here as examples if you wish to look them over and point them out if you see it that would be most helpful. I believe I know what you are referring to, but I would like to confirm it before giving you wrong information.”
The salesman brought them over to a series of sealed containers and Esthh immediately recognized one. The placard said “Orbalisk. Danger.”
“Ah, the orbalisk, I suspected as much. They are very dangerous parasites, only way to save a victim is by cutting the flesh from the victim without the creature knowing it. Otherwise if you kill it the orbalisk poisons its victims. They usually live in caves but when they find a suitable host they attach and slowly spawn colonies, eventually killing the host through starvation, either through starvation by covering the mouth, or by covering up the sensory organs so the beast eventually starves. Until then however it offers increased strength and extreme armor protection for its host. Deflecting blasters and in past legends, deflecting lightsabers!” It was a bit of a stretch, it was wild rumors but so long ago that most people except the young and overly wowed believed as fairytale, but the blaster bolts were well understood by locals. “One other way to remove them is by electrical shock, which is usually strong enough to kill the host anyway. Its usually safer to carve them off and then get cloned...er...well a replacement appendage.”
“I will take them. Along with all information that you have on them.”
“Of course. I will just get a printout, I will be right back with a final bill.” Wracksmith strode off, not capable of keeping a genuine smile off of his face at the bundle of credits he was about to make. Nearly forty dragons and all of his orbalisks? It would take months to restock his dragons, if not longer. Oh yes a shiny credit on this day.
Esthh and the shaper stood there taking advantage to look about at the other creatures for sale. A number of beetles and spiders and all sorts of unpleasant species were there, but nothing that had anything that Esthh was interested in. He wasnt interested in just any big or dangerous animals for their sole purpose of being big or dangerous. Such things were common, no...they had to be unique, or rather unique in specific ways. His maa’its ticked back and forth until his implants settled on a container that listed was listed as a parasite, handle with level five containment. Looking inside all he could see were a number of sickly looking nuna. His implants focused down, and down, and down, down to the molecular, and he could see nothing, other than nuna. The shaper had not heard of such a creature but voiced that he doubted the nuna were the parasites, if they were then it was the shop owner trying to pull a fast one. The sickly creatures however didn’t put off the smell of being sick or diseased. There were other nuna in other cages listed as parasites, though they were usually visual, or he or the shaper could smell the parasite or its after effects. Curious.
When the Wracksmith came back Esthh indicated the cage and asked him about it.
“Ah...the droch. A dangerous parasite. They mimic a beings body chemistry perfectly and...well suck the life out of them.”
“How are they contained? Such a species would be devastating if they spread through a population.”
“Indeed they are. There are only a handful of people who are licensed to handle the creatures. They were responsible for the Death Seed Plagues before they were finally figured out. Under the Galactic Empire it was strictly illegal to have possession of them. Sentence of immediate death. There were rumors that there were standing orders for the Imperial fleet to immolate an entire city if an outbreak were discovered. So goes the rumor.”
“I’ll take these creatures too. You wouldnt lie to me would you?”
“Of course not sir! That would be beneath me! I would never get return customers if I lied to them!”
“Good. I would hate to have to come back angry.”
“Of...of course. Please Let me show you how to handle the creatures safely. I would prefer happy and alive customers. Dead customers don’t return with credits.”
It didn’t take long but it did require several trips to retrieve all the animals that were purchased. All the possibilities. It might take some detailed vivisection of the nunas and the droch contained within. All the possibilities...but that would be for another time. Esthh sat down on the transports last trip back to the matalok, leaving the city of Iziz behind.
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Grand Inquisitor Zariel
The First Order
Make no mistake, war is coming. With all its glory... and all its horror.
Posts: 110
Affiliation: First Order
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Iziz
Jul 23, 2023 12:38:09 GMT -8
Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on Jul 23, 2023 12:38:09 GMT -8
The First Order ISB troops marched unopposed into the city and began to "relieve" the current garrison of its duties. Once the bulk of the city was secured, Zariel once more sent word to the people of Onderon, calling for the leaders of the factions to meet under the banner of Imperial protection to negotiate an end to hostilities, any one not present would be considered opposed to peace and therefore an enemy of stability and Onderon. A rather obvious ploy to lure all the potential enemies together. And if any refused, it would be all the justification she needed to crush them with the might of her Task Force. For now though, Zariel herself remained on her flagship, awaiting the arrival of Lotus, which was due many hours ago.
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