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Post by Edward James Wright on Jan 20, 2019 22:56:00 GMT -8
Finished with her meal, Denee sat back and shook head.
We aren’t in a rush to get there. It would be better to go in with a solid plan of action. Besides, I would like to prove that you can trust me. And I would like a chance to get to know you all a little before I willingly walk into a First Order prison with no other way out.
No, you are in no way required to come with me, and I am not holding you to anything; you are free to do as you please. I would say I am not imprisoning you, but we are planning on walking into a prison.
She laughed dryly at the irony of the concept.
However, if you wouldn’t mind, I would like a chance to join you at your retreat.
She folded her hands in her lap and looked around quietly as she dropped the sound barrier around the table. The sounds of the surrounding cafe began to rise.
I would like to continue to know my team a little better. A dossier can only reveal so much. And I am sure there may be a question or two about me.
She looked down at her datapad with a moment of disdain.
And I would certainly like to understand more about your AI and this Dee person of whom I have zero knowledge of.
She shrugged.
I wouldn’t mind keeping an eye on you all - if only to satiate my own curiosity - but you are in no way obligated to oblige my request. Otherwise, you can meet me on my ship the day after tomorrow.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2019 3:51:26 GMT -8
Neither Fumnanya nor Dikeledi look particularly amused by Denee's joke about imprisonment, only Vejide laughing as she continues to look more excited about the prospect of the mission they have been coerced into joining than daunted by it. Looking from Dikeledi to Fumnanya after Denee has finished speaking, Vejide notes that they each appear to be mulling over the prospect of indulging Denee's request to spend time with the crew before they embark on the mission, and spares them from the effort by smiling at Denee and saying with entirely unfeigned enthusiasm, "Party at our retreat tonight it is! Arching an eyebrow in reply to Fumnanya's silent, questioning look of mild surprise, Vejide explains, Celebrate our impending bit of derring do, or possibly capture and imprisonment."
"We'd all just be killed, actually, Dikeledi explains dryly, adding after a moment with a nod towards Denee, Except her. They'd keep her alive for tort . . ."
"Right, Fumnanya says cheerfully before Dikeledi can finish her thought. Spending time with Denee, as she herself has suggested, could possibly foster some semblance of esprit de corps between her and the crew, or at least minimize any resentment some of the crew might feel in light of the way the Jedi adept has secured their participation in the bold mission that has brought them all together, and that in his opinion is all for the best given that their lives will be in one another's hands. Party at our place. We'll throw some Bantha burgers on the grill, have a few drinks, some laughs, and, he gives Denee a saucy wink, get to know one another a bit better. I like it. Tossing a few credit chits on the table to cover their bill, he stands up and asks Denee, You want to head over with us now, or meet us there later? Grinning cheekily, he adds, I mean, I'd understand if you'd want to freshen up for me . . . I mean the occasion. And, hey, maybe grab a bikini while you're at it, since we're right on the beach. Very romantic at night, you know. It'll be a blast."
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Post by Edward James Wright on Jan 21, 2019 16:54:18 GMT -8
Denee nodded at Dikeledi's comment, knowing where she was going with the statement of fact. She softly replied.
Not wrong about that.
As she was getting up, she slid Fumnanya's credits back toward him but stopped short as he continued to speak. She was frozen, stunned, as she looked from him then over to Dikeledi and then to Vejide with a look of bewilderment and irritation.
She clenched the chits tightly in a fist. At that same time, he would have felt a tightening between the fork of his legs, but it lacked the pleasurable embrace he apparently craved as Denee Force gripped the tender flesh that dangled there and the soft components therein.
She stood up and grabbed one of his hands and placed her balled fist into it. She did so in order for him to link her grip on the chits to the grip elsewhere. She tightened further and glared into his eyes.
I look forward to it. AVI, since you are still in my datapad, please put in the address of the retreat. I have a - what was it I needed to fetch? A bathing suit?
She released the chits, and other bits and shoulder checked Fumnanya as she headed to the register to pay.
Fumnanya, you are certainly a handful. And keep your money. Meal’s on me.
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Post by Dees on Jan 21, 2019 16:57:16 GMT -8
As Denee left earshot, AVI perked up.
I sent her the location of the resort. But once she is out of range, I have some important things to tell you about our benefactor there.
He paused before continuing.
I did some snooping into her messages. I couldn't help myself.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2019 20:59:14 GMT -8
While Fumnanya's confusion as to the reason for the sudden unpleasantly disturbing pressure on his groin persists only until Denee elects to reveal via her actions that she is the source, the nausea and discomfort persist even once her telekinetic grip has been released, and so he replies to her parting words with only a forced smile and a thumbs up rather than attempting to speak in what he fears would probably be a pained squeak.
Noting Fumnanya's sickly pallor, which has yet to dissipate even though some color is beginning to return to his face, Dikeledi asks, "You alright? You look kinda peaky."
More concerned with what AVI has said than with explaining that his inherent tendency to harmlessly flirt with most females that he crosses paths with did not go over well with their new "benefactor", Fumnanya gingerly stands up and says, "I'm fine, and then begins heading for the exit as he adds, Let's head back to the ship, and hear what AVI's snooping has turned up."
Taking their cues from Fumnanya's pensive silence during the journey to the Geheim Masjien, Vejide and Dikeledi hold their tongues as well, all three keeping their thoughts to themselves until they are back aboard the YT-2400. As Fumnanya is bringing the ship's systems online after setting his datapad on the arm of the pilot's chair, he asks AVI, "Alright AVI, what is it you need to tell us about our new friend?"
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Post by Dees on Jan 25, 2019 23:09:08 GMT -8
AVI appeared on the datapad with a slight flicker and settled on a singular color between red and purple.
Well, based on my findings, she may have already released the crew from the obligations she mentioned.
The screen flickered again as AVI pulled up a copy of a message
AVI remained in the background as he spoke through the datapad's speakers.
She already sent off for the bounties to be erased. I don’t know what the monetary reward is, that has not been stated in a place I can easily access.
He paused as he allowed the message to be read by the crew.
I am not entirely certain how much a jailbreak goes for these days, but based on what I have seen about the First Order, I wonder if there is an adequate price to be had on such a feat? Perhaps that is why she wants you to think she holds bounties on you instead of just monetary rewards. I, for one, am not entirely keen on the First Order getting ahold of my frame or my coding.
AVI paused as he considered plans to evacuate Dee in the event that they were apprehended in the prison. He came up with a limited number of results, a fact that was less than pleasing to realize.
With that said, do you think we should go ahead with the plan? Or should we ghost the Jedi and pack up and leave as soon as we get back to the house?
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Post by Edward James Wright on Jan 25, 2019 23:50:20 GMT -8
Denee kept an eye on the crew as they headed out the door, noting the buzzing of her datapad as it updated. Swiping her payment, she headed back out. The crew was nowhere to be seen. She could still sense them, but they were going in a different direction from the shopping district. With a sly grin, she decided to head out and see if there were any outfits she wanted.
Time passed by as she browsed boutique shops, but nothing was catching her eye. Most of the sales teams she encountered were puzzled why she, in Jedi garb, would be looking at various outfits that differed from her traditional robes. To each one, she would smile and mention it was a passing curiosity.
Appearance to her was more of vanity, but every once in a while she wanted to imagine what she would look like in something more flattering than light armor under her robes. Denee figured it was a waste of her youth to not explore once in a while. Plus, the flattery she had received was as refreshing as it was infuriating. Perhaps it was the conflicting emotions running through her mind that made it as aggravating as it was to her. Perhaps that is why she lashed out.
Denee grinned again, aimlessly looking at and feeling the various fabrics and textures at the boutique, the "n"-th one she had visited as she had lost track in her thoughts. She convinced herself that perhaps Fumnanya had enjoyed it.
After a bit more browsing, Denee made her way back to the spaceport and jumped into her shuttle. After a few minutes, it blasted into orbit to the awaiting Venator that had made its way into a tighter orbit around the glistening world.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2019 3:17:58 GMT -8
Taking the Geheim Masjien up and then adjusting its course to begin the trip back to the lakehouse as he mulls over what AVI has revealed, Fumnanya is silent for a few moments after they are underway before shaking his head and saying almost reluctantly, "As much as I'd like to take a pass, cut and run now that the bounties are not hanging over us, I think the smart play is to finish the job."
Sounding less than convinced, Dikeledi mutters, "Not sure smart is the right adjective."
Lifting a finger, not surprised that his first mate is skeptical, Fumnanya lays out his reasoning, "One, the bounties could and almost certainly would be reinstated if we ran. Lifting another finger, he adds, Two, even if the bounties don't go right back up, the Jedi have plenty of allies out there they could call on. Sector Rangers, law enforcement agencies on worlds big and small that would be happy to scoop us up if we get on their radars. Who knows what other agencies they could have start watching for us. Adding a third and final finger, he grins and adds, Playing nice with a Jedi and her Master, her obviously rich and connected Master, could prove to be a good thing, a good connection to have, though."
Not entirely buying Fumnanya's argument, but conceding he may have made a point or two, Dikeledi points out, "Assuming we live, and aren't identified by the First Order and pursued by them."
Vejide points out, less than helpfully as it turns out, "Only you, AVI and Niko could be I.D.'d though. Stormtrooper helmets will conceal the rest of our identities."
"Unless we're all captured, Dikeledi retorts, adding, Guess how that story ends?"
Fumnanya, recalling one of the details of the plan that addresses Dikeledi's concern about the potential of the First Order retaliating in the event they do succeed and make it out alive, says, "Denee said we'll be altering your appearance, no reason Nikosana's couldn't be too, right?"
"Enough that facial recognition software won't . . ."
Impatient with the arguing, which seems pointless to her given the odds that ghosting the Jedi won't bite them in the butt in one way or another, Vejide snaps, "Does it really matter? Like Fum said, the Jedi won't just shrug and say oh well, that sucks, too bad they just cut and ran, and forget about us. I vote we do it, count our blessings that an opportunity to wipe the slate clean on what went down on Coruscant came along in the first place."
Sighing, and lifting her hands to indicate she has no convincing counter argument, Dikeledi says, "I'll go along with whatever you decide, captain."
Fumnanya nods, sounding certain of his decision as he says, "We do it. Addressing the flickering light on his datapad representing AVI, he asks, Any luck getting in contact with Dee yet? We'll want to get her and the rest of the crew up to speed before our guest arrives."
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Jan 4, 2020 11:56:27 GMT -8
With the Star Destroyer looming on the horizon, it seemed that the Coallition was determined to put an end to any warlordism in the system. The large ship was a dire threat, even if Ostrenis would never glass a city still brimming with innocent bystanders. However, the assault was being prepared. The meeting room in the Oathkeeper served as an in promptu command center, with the Corellian officers studying the defenses and the reports of scout ships and speeders.
Ossa Prime was, of course, shielded, which avoided long-range bombardment -even could take the pounding from a star destroyer for a time-. Certain choke points were fortified, with tall walls and at least three strongholds, protected by what seemed heavy imperial ordnance. On the battlefield, a line of old AT-ATs surrounded by smaller and agile AT-ST, older models all of them, but still nothing to be disdainful of. TIEs, like vultures, circled around the potential battlefield. There were some e-webs nests and trenches, brimming with navy troopers, militiamen and a few stormtroopers -most of them acting as field commanders-. Ahead of the Coallition Forces were two options: they could either attack the Eastern Stronghold, protecting the way to the tyrant's palace -itself a fortified residence- or they could face the Imperials on the field. The warlord had placed the aforementioned forces behind a river, not too deep, not too wide, and they were outside the shield. Beyond it laid the shield generator itself, which would let the city bare to easy assault.
The first option would grant inmediate access to Ossa Prime and, maybe, the tyrant itself, but the stronghold was heavily fortified, shielded, loses could be substantial. The second, on the other hand, could be hard fought, but the Corellian forces had aerial superiority and modern ordnance; once taken, though, they would have a longer way to the capital and its vital points. Ostrenis himself, supported by his staff, proposed to face the warlord forces on the field, aided by U-wings, X-wings and the powerful, and versatile, air force of the Coallition, maybe while doing a diversion against the stronghold. The numbers and the sheer strenght fielded were in favour of the Coallition, but, still, one always must be cautious and prudent in times of war, for every human loss was imposible to replace. And the admiral, at least, wanted to keep casualties as low as possible.
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Jan 11, 2020 17:39:22 GMT -8
Bellow where Oathkeeper hung in the sky, a makeshift hospital had been set up. With only minor skirmishes between scout parties so far, the staff was mostly just preparing for what was to come. Either a pitched battle, or a bout of urban warfare. Lynne didn't know which would be best. But her crews were ready to aid the wounded non the less. U-Wings and Loadlifters, refitted as medevacs were standing by, to swoop into whatever field of battle and collect the wounded. Lynne herself would be in the thick of things, putting her Valkyrie suit to use. But, never one to want to be left out of the planning, Lynne was sure to contact Captain Ostrenis.
=Lynne=
Captain. I wanted you to know the Medical Corp is ready, and we'll back you on whatever play you make.
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Post by Marcus Starmane [RETIRED] on Jan 13, 2020 20:29:02 GMT -8
The ground forces belonging to the 3rd and 10th Coalition fleets were shuttled down to the surface of Osarian. The troops quickly clearing out and securing a perimeter for a temporary ground side base, making sure the field hospital set up by Lynne was well within its boundaries. Victor was set up in a tent on the ground, with a comm line up to the meeting room on the Oathkeeper. His gaze upon the battlefield and the highlighted plans of attack that had been proposed. Both routes had a great deal of risk.
Victor gave a nod as Renzo offered to attack the shield generator and enter the city from that route. It was a good play... a safe play. But Victor did not want to risk this war dragging out any more than it needed to, nor did he want to allow this warlord an escape route
While you and the 3rd take the shield generator, I'll lead the task force from the 10th and assault the fortress. Once the shields are brought down, my forces will be able to storm it and get through to the palace while you hem them in from the field. This needs to end, and this warlord be brought to justice so that the people can be freed. Everyone clear on the plan? Are you ready Admiral Ostrenis?
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Jan 14, 2020 1:44:09 GMT -8
"That's a bold move, indeed..."
He scratched his bald head.
"But could work. It's risky, though. But worth a try, I just hope our cassualties will be limited. If you need cover fire I will point few of my turbolasers to the fortress, that will at least weaken their will to fight. And our fighters are ready to pound their defenses"
The admiral crosses both arms over his chest.
"May the Force be with us. I'm ready, indeed, I will signal the fighters, shuttles and troops to start moving"
Soon thereafter, X-wings, B-wings and U-wings left the hangar bay, providing cover to the troopers and vehicles already marching towards both the battlefield and the fortress. One could even glance imperial walkers among the ordnance employed in the assaults. Repulsor vehicles took the lead, scouting and cleaning the first enemy positions, including a few e-web nests. Explosions and cries for help started to arise. Ostrenis watched the proceedings from an holoboard in his bridge, shapes moving over the holographic, wavering terrain. Commands were issued and reports were sent. The battle for Ossa-Prime had started: the field battle was already erupting, with the Coallition forces crossing the river and engaging the trenched Imperials, while starfighters engaged in a beautiful dance of death over their heads. The Duros checked the advance of Marshall's division through the uneven terrain.
May the Force be with us, indeed.
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Jan 20, 2020 8:50:02 GMT -8
An explosion to her left, a blaster bolt whizzing past her right. It was Hell. But Lynne's head was cool and clear as she used her Valkyrie armor to move swiftly from place to place. The HUD that was projected down in front of her was showing indicators on a map. These pings were places that troops were calling for medical attention. Anywhere she couldn't get, she would direct one of her U-Wing teams to help. Currently she was hunkered low in a crater with a young man and his fire team. The man's arm had been shot clean off by E-web blast. She'd disinfected the wound and wrapped it, but there was no saving the arm. But the arm at the moment was a lesser concern than the fact that the same E-web emplacement had pinned them in their little makeshift foxhole. For now they would be stuck, until some armor could roll through and clear the thing out.
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Post by Marcus Starmane [RETIRED] on Jan 21, 2020 22:49:08 GMT -8
I appreciate the support Admiral.. I'll be sure to have the starfighters from the 10th deployed down as well to provide additional aerial support...
The line was cut and Victor slid his helmet on. When at last the signal to attack was given, Victor was on the front lines with the Coalition Troops as they moved across the field toward the Fortress. X-wings, Twintails, Y-wings, and K-wings from the 10th Fleet deployed down into the atmosphere and split themselves between the two attack fronts. Some of them giving priority support to the Medical Fleet U-Wings that Lynne called in for support. HAVw A6 Juggernauts, AV-7 Antivehicle Cannons, AT-TE's, AT-AP's, and 2-M Saber-class repulsor tanks swarmed the field. Unloading their ordinance upon the Imperial positions. One of the AV-7 Antivehicle Cannons heard the call for help from Lynne and swiveled about. Launching a shell across the field and into the e-web position, providing her the much needed relief so would require for a retreat.
While progress was slow, Victor and the 10th finally came into range of the fortress. The cannons of the Juggernaughts and Repulsor tanks hammered the building hard. Meanwhile, the Coalition troops engaged the enemy forces deployed outside of the fortress that were meant to protect against saboteurs seeking to gain access at ground level. While they had the numbers, Victor knew that it would be crucial for Ostrenis and his forces to take down the shield generator. Allowing aerial support to swarm the city and force a surrender from the enemy forces
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Jan 22, 2020 1:43:28 GMT -8
The battlefield was already a masive carnage, blaster fire had scarred the terrain and even blown hills to dust. The Imperials were well-trenched and held a defensive position. But the Coallition had air superiority and they slowly started to pound the tyrant's strongholds one by one. The U-wings unloaded assault troops in key points and they managed to take the e-wing nests and clear a path for infantry. The walkers employed by the Coallition, including AT-ATs, AT-TEs, AT-ST and some Balmorran designs were in a pitched duel with those fielded by the tyrant's, but again the starfighters proved essential. One of the Oathkeeper's squadrons managed to blow one of the towering four-legged mechanical beasts, openning a gap in the enemy lines, with the lighter Coallition walkers pouring in, followed by the assault troops, with bombers providing cover, trying to avoid the thick anti-aircraft ordnance protecting the shield generator. Ostrenis saw the chance and ordered a full offensive on the newly-created gap, diverting resources to that particular area. Finally, one of the AT-ATs managed to square-hit the structure housing the generator and, weakened by the fighters' blaster fire, it was blown up rather spectacularly. The shields flickered, tilted and disappeared. Ossa-Prime was open to capture. The admiral then diverted few squadrons to help take the fortress, while the ground troopers and walkers cleaned the field wiping out pockets of resistance. The heavier ordnance and war machinery was then set to the way to Ossa-Prime itself, while starfighters held the air superiority. The Oathkeeper sent shuttles to the field to help out taking the wounded on board the star destroyer and unto Jameroo's own medical frigates on orbit.
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Jan 23, 2020 7:36:15 GMT -8
Once the E-web was cleared, Lynne called for one of her U-Wings to extract the wounded. Once that was done, the world seemed to rock as a massive explosion close to the city signaled the fall of the shield generator. Lynne then caught a ride on one of her U-Wings deploying to the fighting at the fortress. Taking the time to recharge and refuel all of her equipment, Lynne also cleaned off as much of the mud and blood as she could. But as she sat down in the city, she could hear the real horror of the war. Children and civilians screaming as ordnance was detonated off target, as the warlords forces used them as human shields. As much death and harm as Lynne had seen in her time as a medical officer in the navy, she never got over when it involved non-combatants, especially children. But right now duty called for her to assist the soldiers. The sooner they finished their work, the sooner the horror would pass for these defenseless people. With her Valkyrie suit she jetted toward the frontlines, where she employed her advanced medical technology to continue saving the lives of those who fought for freedom and democracy.
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Post by Marcus Starmane [RETIRED] on Jan 28, 2020 21:23:23 GMT -8
The battle at the Fortress had almost started grinding to a stand still as Victor's forces pushed closer and closer to the base of the imposing structure. But that soon changed when a massive explosion far off to the east signaled the destruction of the shield generator. Seeing the opening, Victor rushed the field, leading the charge toward the fortress. It was a rash tactic, but the sooner they took the Fortress, the sooner they could remove the Warlord Kazdan Tai from his seat of power. Victor jumped, dodged, and ducked through the incoming blaster fire as the Coalition forces behind him rushed to keep up with him. The fortress was only a couple yards away.
Then, suddenly and without warning, he felt his back impact the ground and the sky filled his view. A sharp pain rippled out from his left shoulder as his brain started to process what was happening. The line of Coalition forces had kept on charging forward, breaching the fortress defences and entry ways with explosives. Meanwhile a squad had formed up in a circle around Victor as he lay on his back, with a hole puncturing his left shoulder from front to back
This is Bravo Tango twenty two, requesting immediate medical assistance. the Field Marshal has been shot, I repeat, the Field Marshal has been shot!
Victor cursed to himself as he lifted his head slightly and looked to assess the damage that had been done to him. The pain was excruciating, but he did not feel like any of his vital organs had been punctured or damaged. He dropped his head back, waiting as the radio in his hear kept him abreast of the progress being made.
The forces of the 10th fleet breached the fortress and caused the guns and defences there to fall silent. Allowing the Coalition to push on through the city. Doing their best to evacuate and keep the Civilians out of the path of the forces marching toward the Palace. The artillery strikes fell silent now that Coalition forces were within the City. It would not be long now until Kazdan's reign was brought to an end, and the people of Osarian were free
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Feb 8, 2020 3:17:40 GMT -8
The head of the last walker standing was spectacularly blown up by a well-aimed missile. The troopers charged forward, showering the weakened defenses with blaster fire, filling the facade of the palace with holes. One column collapsed on itself, carrying down with its weight part of the roof and damaging a dome. The assault troopers, wearing heavy plastoid armor and repeating guns wiped out the remnants of resistance and soon thereafter, everyone had surrendered, dropping blasters at the feet of the conquering Corellian troops. A flag was raised atop Ossa-Prime's capitol building, that of the Coalition. Little afterwards, an old freighter, Ostrenis' personal vehicle, landed on the palace's front courtyard. The admiral landed, wearing a plastoid cuirass with the badge of his office over the chest, he looked martial and stern. He stood there, waiting, soon thereafter appeared the tyrant, wearing robes which were a mix between the traditional attire of a moff and the fantastical garments of Naboo nobility, including a flamboyant hat and cloak.
"Kazdan, I, admiral Renzo Ostrenis, hereby receive your total surrender in the name of the Corellian Coalition"
The tyrant looked ridiculous in defeat, even if he tried to puff his chest and straighten his shoulders.
"Aye, you look proud now, you alien filth. But you weren't as much when your beloved government collapsed and you had to run away like a scared Corellian hound. Let's see how bold you're against bigger fishes, you petulant..."
A guardsman silenced him. He spits on the ground, close to the admiral's feet.
"Carry him away, a tribunal will judge his fate, not me"
Luckily for him. Though the admiral as the former ruler of Osarian was taken away, rather unceremoniously, by Coalition guardsmen and into a shuttle, to be carried onto the Oathkeeper's belly. Renzo looked at the damaged palace, still rather intact and glorious. A marvelous example of Ossa-Prime's architecture.
"Spread word of the tyrant's surrender. Demand everyone still standing to bend the knee and ask for the cease of hostilities"
Soon a quiet silence had installed itself over the lonesome streets of Ossa-Prime. Ostrenis proceeded into the Palace, to read the reports -loses were not insubstantial, but still not crippling-, see whatever they could extract from the tyrant's intel and files, and await the provisional government to be formed. Funeral ceremonies were prepared all over the planet, all injured -Imperials and Coalition troopers alike- sent to hospitals all over the capital. Detainees were either kept in the city's prisons or sent to the Oathkeeper. Plans were laid for a monument to be erected in front of the Palace, conmemorating the fall of the tyrant and the beginning of a new era.
The rebel cell in the planet that had contacted them in the first place -asking for support against Kazdan- where ready for the Coalition's victory -and eventual takeover- and, in just shy of a few standard hours, the repulsor vehicle carrying the former senator of Osarian had crossed the Coalition's perimeter. Soon thereafter, on the empty throne room of the palace a solemn agreement was signed between Renzo Ostrenis and senator Adalik Turman -the Turman-Ostrenis Agreement as it was later known by historians-, Osarian would have elections in less than two months and once they had elected a legal goverment they would chose their representatives to the Coalition's senate. Thus, a new system was incorporated into the Coalition the very moment Ostrenis signed down the document, dealing on behalf of his government. A momentous event for the Corellian state, that was significantly expanding its borders and ensuring its long-term survival. When Ostrenis' left the palace it was no longer the residence of an authocratic tyrant, but home to the Congress of Osarian, seat of the planetary legislative branch.
Hope, hope lives on.
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Feb 10, 2020 8:52:04 GMT -8
Lynne herself responded to the call that the Field Marshal had been hit. Flying and dodging blaster fire, the doctor arrived, with her Valkyrie staff. Quickly she used the last of it's power to knit the wound closed. Though a lot of the damage to the shoulder couldn't be healed in the field. Next she called in a U-Wing for medevac. It screamed in between buildings and found a spot to land, not far away. Soon a team of medics were helping Victor onto a stretcher and back aboard the U-Wing. It soon took off, heading for the Oasis, where he would be placed in a bacta tank.
After the battle ended, the medical staff was still hard at work. Transporting wounded, and finding more on the battle field. They were also heading up the distribution of civilian aid. Lynne herself was back aboard the Oasis, helping with the last of the critically wounded, making sure they were stable.
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Post by Linuy Findos on Nov 23, 2020 4:22:27 GMT -8
After the Galactic Alliance's fall, many Neimoidian refugees either fled to Bothawui before later deals with the Corellian Coalition and the liberation of Osarian from it's tyrant would lead to the establishing of a small enclave on the outskirts of the capital. With life in Ossa-Prime being mostly wealthy, a lot of Neimoidian traders are able to establish their buiseness on the planet. With further refugees coming from the Neimoidian purse worlds into the borders of the Coalition, Senator Findos advertises openly the enclave and is most of the times present on Osarian, when her guidance aboard the Aglais isn't needed.
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