Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Feb 27, 2013 16:32:29 GMT -8
*Due to the presence of mountainous terrain, large tracts of wilderness on Bothawui remained undeveloped and devoid of settlements. Snow covered mountain tops on Bothawui, and as a result of cyclical ice ages, large areas of land on the world would be covered by ice sheets for decades, transforming savannas into rocky wastelands.*
Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 4, 2013 10:32:14 GMT -8
As the local Bothans make their way to the mines that were recently opened they find that many of the roads in the compound have been overgrown by the local fauna. Spending hours clearing away the overgrown mess they found that much of the original operation remained, and began digging as soon as they could. While many when under the ground a few of the smart ones stayed up top to manage the mines, find people to sell to and check out the inventory.
Opening the storage sheds they stood there slack jawed there hair blowing in the wind. All of the original ores still remained the place had not been raided by anyone nor had a singe piece of or been found out of place. As it turns out thanks to the quick growing plants most of the compound would have been overlooked unless one knew what they were looking for.
As the day turned into night the miners came out of the dark underground exhausted and covered in grime, heading to the bunks they cleaned off and fell right to sleep after an evening feast. *As more Bothans came to work in the mines they had to clean up some of the compounds more infested areas. Doing so was dangerous and many times a Bothan would get snared in the vines of a Halkra, however most times they would be freed in time before they could be eaten by the plant monster. After one encounter where they could not free their comrade they set the whole room on fire scorching the inside and killing all life inside.
The whole time the cleaning process was working many Bothans had thought they had seen a Skar'kla but thankfully there was not a reported attack by one during the process. Meanwhile many of the Bothans continued to mine in four hour shifts as the days went on. It was hard work and by the end of the four hours they were covered in soot and felt like death. Their only reprieve while in the mines was when they were bringing the rocks to the storage compound.
Post by Seleck Vus on Jun 19, 2013 12:25:38 GMT -8
Quite how he ended up on Bothawui wasn't clear. As far Seleck he could remember he was 'borrowing' a large quantity of triple distilled Gamorrean whiskey from some Hutt or other in the outer rim territories. Naturally, when the Hutt realised quite what was going on he wasn't best pleased. Seleck then had to 'borrow' a YT series transport from one of the Hutt's entourage. That move didn't go down well either and it led to a merry chase through most of the known galaxy (as well as a brief foray into the unknown regions). Apparently the last set of co-ordinates he had plugged in to the aging and relentlessly cranky nav-computer led here, to Bothawui. Seleck thought he had put Balmorra as a destination but it would seem that he had gotten the two mixed up. Easy to do, he reasoned, after all they do both begin with the letter 'B' and he was very drunk. Gamorrean whiskey, an acquired taste to be sure, but rather addictive once one had... acquired the taste for it.The YT transport was wrecked. Months of planet hopping and the occasional dogfight had done it in for good. Fortunately he'd managed to find a customer for the thing and in doing so earned a few credits and offloaded his little problem. At least until the Hutt and his band discovered that the poor sod who was now the proud owner of a flightless starship was not their quarry. Still, Seleck would be long gone by then. Hopefully.
He needed money. Preferably lots of it but a little more than what he had off the back of the sale of the transport would do for now. Or assets. The latter seemed like a more viable and sustainable prospect. Having hot footed to the other side of Bothawui so as to confuse his pursuers he set about looking for business opportunities. Now, Seleck's definition of a business opportunity differed a fair bit from that of the average entrepreneur. If Seleck saw an established business that he wanted then, well, he took it. On rare occasions through force of personality but usually through force. He was after all getting on a bit and was loathe to spend time in meetings 'talking' and 'reaching mutually beneficial agreements' especially when he could be maiming and killing. Before long he stumbled across a small scale mining operation just beyond the border of a second tier city. As far as he could tell it wasn't affiliated to anyone or anything and looked in dire need of someone to gently coax it to greatness.
He figured a direct approach was, as always, the best approach and to delay further would just give someone chance to start running the place properly and put down proper security measures. He took a speeder to the complex and had the driver drop him at the gate. The two thick durasteel sheets that made up the gate lay open which was fortunate because at nearly sixty years of age the Kel Dor didn't fancy having to jump over them or, heaven forbid, break a sweat cutting through them with his saber. He spied the managers office immediately; a modest, single story metal and wooden building that was otherwise unremarkable bar the engraved plate that hung next to the doorway marked 'manager'. The Sith chuckled, this was far, far too easy. He crossed over the main courtyard quickly, the footfalls of his polished boots kicked up a small cloud of dirt in his wake. Half dead looking Bothans milled about, their fur slick with sweat and choked thick with black dust. Disgusting creatures, Seleck thought as he approached the door to the managers office.
He knocked twice and was met by an grey furred Bothan that looked to be around his age. The Bothan's wizened features creased as he squinted in the bight midday sun to regard the new arrival. Why, hello there good sir. My name is Seleck Vus, former Grand Magistrate of the Techno-Union, tyrant of Agamar, destroyer of worlds, bringer of misery... and so on. He paused to gage the reaction of the man who he assumed ran the mine. His reaction, was in reality, inconsequential. The Sith was probably going to kill him within the next minute or so but Seleck loved games and if he could play with his prey all the better.
The Bothan raised an eyebrow. This ghoul that stood before him was clearly mad. He simply turned from Seleck and called out Security, take this nutter and get rid of 'im. He's disturbing my lunch break. Seleck tutted and unclipped his saber from his belt. The red blade hissed to life. The Bothan turned back, stunned.Uh, security? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Silly, silly man. That wasn't very polite now, was it? I was going to ask you nicely if you'd be so kind as to give your operation to me. Oh well, looks like I'll just have to well, take it.
Seleck brought his blade across the Bothan's middle in a delicate precise motion, neatly bisecting the stunned Bothan manager. He watched as the body split in two and fell lifelessly to the ground with a wet thunk. He turned to face the stunned onlookers.Come now ladies and gentlemen. Back to work please. Chop chop! That lovely ore won't mine itself now will it?
He then simply stepped over the corpse in the doorway and shut himself in the office, negotiations complete.
Last Edit: Jun 19, 2013 12:29:36 GMT -8 by Seleck Vus
Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 20, 2013 9:33:05 GMT -8
Well the effect on the people was fast and easy to do. No one wanted to die, hell they all probably had families to feed and that never ending wish to keep taking just one more breath that all Sentient had. Of course there were some grumblings but for the most part the Bothans went back to work using their power hammers to smash through the stone. Their cutting lasers to neatly slice through the rocks and ore. For the most part the day carried on as if nothing had changed, like no one had just seen their voice nearly cut in half by a crazy sith.
Of course this was not the case for one such man- erm dog alien. No he had a backbone. He was one of the men inside the building of the former foreman, but of course he could not just let himself be figured out so rather he played it cool. As if he had been tamed and not seen his closest friend die. Why hello there Master Vus. I take it that you are the new regional manager of the mines in this sector, my name is Reginald how may I be of service to you? As he spoke he did his best not to look at his dead colleague that lay just feet away on the ground, his eyes only going over to him once.
Post by Seleck Vus on Jun 20, 2013 11:08:51 GMT -8
Seleck ignored the Bothan for a short while as he was far too busy organising his new desk. The former occupant had no understanding of how to lay out an office aesthetically and that irked him to no end. Once he had finished organising the mess of papers that were strewn from one side of the desk to the other into neat and ordered piles he dropped into the high backed revolving chair. He took a moment to adjust himself and decide whether or not this chair needed replacing. It didn't. For now.
He looked up at this latest Bothan. Oh, are you my PA? Fabulous. Now be a good little man and go and fetch all of the financial data for this awful hole in the ground. Brave, this one. He mused as he regarded the Bothan. The man was upset, clearly, though he did do a good job of hiding it. Seleck's latest victim was probably a friend or relation though it was hard to tell as the vast majority of Bothan's looked the same to him. He'd let the being live for now, so long as he proved useful and polite. Besides a PA would be rather handy, even if that wasn't the role he actually served at the facility.
Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 21, 2013 16:37:19 GMT -8
The nameless and expendable Bothan nodded, and looking over his shoulder one more time he went into the back room where the super computer was that ran the whole thing. It would be a simple thing for the Hairy man dog to type in a few letters and get the stuff he needed, but well he wasnt going to go down like a little bitch. Typing in a code that was sent from this location to home office all the back on Aargau he smiled. His work here was done. All he needed to do now was hold out long enough for the bad guy to be rid of.
It was a matter of seconds before he completed the task he was asked to do and huge sheets were printed out. On them was all sorts of useless information and honestly he just threw it in a chute that led to an underground fire. What he really cared about was the final page that summed up everything over the past year since it had been created (back on 1.5). Walking back out of the room he put on a brave smile and handed the sheet to the force user not meeting his gaze. Here you are sir, do you need anything else? On the paper it would show both expenditure which was rather high since they were restarting it all, but profits were for the first 3/4 of the year were good. The final quarter however was bad. They were breaking even, the whole collapse of the Galactic economy was not good and really fucked everyone up. Thank god for gold though.
Seleck skimmed over the financial summary sheet, completely disregarding the reams of mathematical formulae and legal-speak that clogged the other twenty or so pages of the document. It seemed his luck was holding, profits in the first three quarters were adequate and the business account balance seemed healthy. However the projections for this last quarter were disconcerting. They implied that a small loss was likely and it didn't take the former founder and CEO of one of the largest business conglomerates in the galaxy to work out why this was the case. Worker's wages were had risen month on month since the restart yet production- and more importantly- sales had not risen in kind. Naturally, this would have to change. As much as he would have preferred to simply not pay the miners anything, seeing as in his view their continued existence was reward enough for the simple task of hacking and hauling stones out of the ground, even he understood that some financial reward for their time was necessary.
He snatched an archaic looking microphone from the desk and flicked it on. He assumed it could be used to address the workers through the network of speakers that were dotted throughout the complex. If not, he would look rather silly.
Good morning, loyal and valued proletariat. I am your new and gracious leader Lord Seleck Vus former Grand Magistrate of the Techno-Union, tyrant of Agamar, despoiler of nature, champion of cruelty. It has come to my attention that your callous former leaders lacked the good business sense to ensure that this complex will grow and prosper for many years to come, thus ensuring your good selves continued job security. I, however, have your best interests at heart which is why, effective immediately, your pay is to be cut by oh... shall we say... eighty seven point five percent.
Thank you all ever so much for your time, now be good and get back to work. Tatty-bye!
He span his chair back around and was surprised to see that the Bothan was still in his office. Oh, are you still here? Don't you have a job to do or something?
Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 23, 2013 10:00:51 GMT -8
Well that was not always the smartest thing to do. The news spread fast through the compound, and soon even those who had not heard the announcement learned of it through the grapevine. The disgruntled workers really couldnt do much to stop this now could they? Its not like they had explosives, powerful cutting lasers and force of numbers. However none of this could shake them out of obedience, they had been cowed. None of them wanted to die and stuff so they went about their work slower than usual; after all the incentive was no longer there.
Even the Bothan inside was not ballsy enough to make a move so he just bowed out and left. Stepping over top of his friend he looked back over his shoulder the look on his face said it all; he would hate this man for all time until either of them had died and possibly longer.
Unknown to those in the mining town, a person was already on the way to deal with the threat. It seemed that Xeonon was not as stupid as he was ugly. He had positioned a handful of Imperial Knights on every world that held an Imperial presence. Bothawaui was no different however the group here was smaller than most, it consisted of three people. Two humans and a Kel Dor; the leader of this little group had a rich family history in the Knights, their lineage could be traced back to the original order; the son of the current Master Armourer Joshua looked much like his father. Red hair, a dabble of freckles on his face and piercing green eyes. To his left, Sha Hazz the Kel Dor looked like every other member of their species. But fuck ugly. Then the other human who I am to lazy to give a name looked like the typical army grunt.
The trio had been contacted by Grand Master Solomon about an hour ago stating an emergency at the local Imperial compound and that they were to go check it out. That was all they knew, and they armour clad trio pressed on forward on their speeders their black capes blowing behind them. They were still some hours away from their objective and honestly they were expecting something stupid that the locals had concocted to just fuck with home office and as such only brought their silver lightsabers.
Seleck didn't even notice the Bothan leaving, he was now far too immersed in in trying to figure out how best to fleece this operation for all it was worth. Evidently the workers had taken his changes to their pay and conditions rather well. Every security feed showed them shuffling along as if nothing had happened. Most Bothan's protested that they were not a race of dim witted beasts yet this display was doing little to challenge the stereotype. Perhaps this operation could turn out to be more of a long term prospect- especially if the workforce could be so easily cowed.
A sudden flicker in the force caught the old Sith's attention. For now it was faint an non-descript, though he had never bothered to perfect the art of sensing individuals through the force, but it was steadily becoming more pronounced. It was probably nothing however Seleck did unclip his saber from his belt and rest it neatly on the desk- just in case.
Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 26, 2013 8:40:47 GMT -8
As the hours past and day became night the workers still worked, turning on the flood lights around the compound. Things were still slow but there was much more grumbling now. The Dog men were cranky, hungry and did not have enough money to drown away their pain. Many were talking of going to see their new overseer, and not just for a friendly talk.
Out of the darkness though came three hooded figures, much like ghosts on the wind. Sticking to the shadows would have been hard and pointless for them, after all they had no reason to fear. They were amoung the most skilled force users in the galaxy, so they just strode into camp parking their speeders by the out building on the off chance they do need to get away. Walking to the main building Joshua knocked on the door, flanked by the other two Knights all three were ready for a trap.
Around them the Bothans gave them a wide berth going the long way around, all of them knew what was going to happen and no one wanted to be around when it did. Still despite this all of them looked over their muzzles at the three men, after all these guys were pretty much the bees knees AND the cats pajamas.
*He jostled in his chain clad form, the vibrations running through his arms, shocking his bones, it seemed that he fell forever, but what was time to him, he had lived in a world of complete darkness and nothingness, if this was to be death, he welcomed it.
There was a loud noise, crashing, grinding, screeching and then a loud bang and if everything went dark he wouldn't have known, he knew he was not the correct way up, now being on a world and in a space that possessed gravity, even to know which way was up and down was a relief and then he felt the kiss of the wind upon his tracing paper thin flesh and he wept.
He was chained and held, alone and it was dark, but at least he was somewhere, he no longer floated endlessly, where ever he was, he would escape, he would survive, he would fight and grow strong and then, then he would have his revenge.*
Mesa 291. An abandoned Lidium mine, an ex-Alliance Intel facility, now a refugee camp and the center of expansion and trade on the barren plains of Bothawui. Due largely to atmospheric destabilization and the chaotic nature of the polar cycles, the ice caps melt and reform on a near regular basis leaving the plains of the Bothan planet covered in frozen tundra, or barren wastelands for decades at a time. The plains had been barren for a decade already and from Mesa 291 many hundreds of families had set out to build settlements upon the plains. The Bothan's were not nomads by nature, generally more concerned with the advancement of the species than the individual, and so those willing to take up this kind of life were rare, yet if enough of them banded together and got lucky, the dream was to find a score of materials revealed by the constant shifts in the ice, and use those materials to build a superstructure strong enough to maintain the shifts in climate - and so each melting season hundreds of families, sometimes entire clans that had little else to pursue made their way to the plains en masse to settle the barren lands in the hope of one day forming a new Drev'starn.
Communication with several of the frontier settlements had been broken. Naturally groups were sent to investigate - it was not rare for some families to fall victim to a pack of Krak'jya or a mining incident if they attempted to take on a score to ambitious for their group in the hopes of getting ahead of the other clans, but one clan in particular was not concerned with such advancement, and they were one of the largest clans gathered this season to settle the wildlands. Clan Alya had gone dark.
The group sent to investigate Alya's hold-fast had returned, with devastating news, and a sole survivor. News had gone out to the surrounding hold-fasts calling for a census and a status check, and then word was sent to the Capital. Save one all of Clan Alya had fallen victim to some disease, and not just Alya, three dozen more families had failed to check in, and while word on some of those were still coming back every group that had returned from the western settlements had reported the same thing. Death. The one survivor brought back from Clan Alya was the only one who had survived the sudden and inexplicable pandemic.
All of the groups from the western settlements had now returned, and it was as was feared - the fatality count now numbered in the hundreds. And nothing was known of how it had happened, where the pandemic had come from, or how the settlers had died. Even the one survivor was little use. A Bothan child from the Alya clan who had slept in the medical bay for many days before awakening in a shock having seen everyone he knew, his entire family perish before his eyes. He had not spoken sense. Word had come back from the Capital - nothing would be done until the truth of the supposed 'pandemic' was established - however several doctors had volunteered to come from the capital to lend their aide and expertise to the struggling medical staff that the remaining combined families had brought together to study the child, and to send survey teams to the settlements in attempt to discern the validity of the claim that it was indeed a disease that had caused this, and not something else. The sole survivor had shown no symptoms of the disease, and while a prior medical record was not available for the child he seemed to be in perfect health.
The Medical team from the capital city of Drev'starn had arrived, accompanied by the resupply ships from the city. The families all pooled their resources to buy the necessities to sustain their families, they sold scraps taken from Mesa 291, hides that the hunters took off the herds that migrated season to season, crops the farmers had an abundance of, and most precious of all, the Lidium that a select few of the settling families had the resources and the skill to find, and then mine successfully. Clan Alya had been the best of them, and losing them was a blow that would be difficult to recover from. The Settling Council would be called together once the survey teams returned with the findings of their journey, and perhaps then a more conclusive report could be sent to the capital.
Timeline: Tuesday? Maybe?
Having been rescued from the Alya settlement and returned to Mesa 291, the survivor had been quarantined within the medical bay. He hadn't spoken to anyone, but had been very cordial with the doctors and the staff attempting to look after him. The boy had just reached his ninth season, having been born on the Alya settlement - it had been all he had known, only coming to the Mesa with his father a time or two since he was old enough to make the journey on his own under his own power - that was the way of things out here, and now he waited, seemed to be in a constant state of waiting. Waiting for something to change, someone new to come see him - he had heard people from the capital had come, more doctors and others... anything to change the monotony of the last few weeks. Anything for a change.
Timeline: Apox. 84 days since first case.
Doctors from the medical team disembarked from the shuttles and made their way quickly to the medical bay within Mesa 291. Most of them were Bothan but there was one Human female trained on the old imperial Capital of Muunilinst, and a blue skinned, red eyed Duros male who claimed to be from the expansion region, but little was known of him because he tended to keep to himself. After a few moments it was clear that the human female who preferred simply to be called Doctor was in charge and she even seemed to look down on her Bothan colleagues, not by any inferiority in their blood, but their medical training. For all intents and purposes however she was the most qualified of them and so the others tended to stay out of her way and she quickly got Mesa 291's rag tag medical crew in order. She was rarely seen in anything else than pure white medical scrubs and a black mask covering her nose and mouth, which she wore and talked through as if she wasn't even aware of its presence. She was clearly here for a purpose, and wouldn't let anyone stand in her way of completing it.
Post by Vakim Terrek on May 17, 2020 12:36:30 GMT -8
Following the coordinates given to them, the Fireblaze made its approach through the atmosphere towards the plains of Bothawui. it would be much longer before they landed and in that time, he wanted to bring everyone up to date with a few assignments to get them started. With the message from the Lord Administrator, he knew they needed to tread lightly for the time being. Having arrived at the boarding ramp, he summoned Kalli Caelum Starflight, Viv, Alexia, and Achiira Taan.
As the Jedi gathered themselves, the modified CR90 arrived at the supply station. Settling the craft lightly to the ground, the crew began the power down sequence and began prepping for the refueling.
Post by Kalli Caelum Starflight on May 18, 2020 15:24:53 GMT -8
It hadn't taken long for an unease to stir within Kalli Caelum Starflight as she settled into meditation. Something was genuinely amiss, and the closer they reached the planetside, the more evident that became within her sixth-sense. Only the Force could explain why they were here, though, and why they had picked up that strange, anonymous transmission that led them to this very moment in time. What could easily be summed up with no words at all was that they had been guided here for a reason.
The settling vessel's clatter and shift rocked beneath the Master Jedi and lured her out of her meditations. As she glanced over, she found that Vivikayl had already drawn herself out of her own, her silver eyes peering blankly. It was a rare sight to see her so tranquil, as though the young Echani was perhaps still in some wide-eyed meditation. Kalli smiled over at Vivikayl, though, which drew the familiar excitement back into those silver orbs.
"I guess this is it, huh?" Vivikayl asked, stretching with a grand arc of her back with her hands resting behind her head. As she looked over at her old Master questioning, though, she continued with less giggly certainty, "You sure we're ready Master Starflight? I could see the tension in your expression while you were meditating. You don't make that face often…"
Kalli hummed thoughtfully, although attempting to brush off the young Knight's concern, "We simply have some good to do once we leave the ship. Be ready, little one."
Vivikayl made a face at being called 'little one,' and her old Master's smile further beaming with a confident radiance only made it worse. Although she rolled her eyes and pouted, the Echani quickly stood to her feet and, loosening the tension from her coiled legs, stretched again on her tip-toes with her arms high above her head. Although Kalli's meditative worry would remain imprinted in the young Knight's memory, it wouldn't do her any good to dwell on it. As her old Master said, all it meant was that they had some good to do once they jumped off the ship.
Winking down at Kalli, Vivikayl encouraged with a familiar smile, "Then let's get cracking."
The two women soon traversed through the ship with quickened steps, making their way to the boarding ramp. There, they planned to wait for the rest of the group. Kalli especially needed to wait for Vakim to arrive, to see if anything new had developed when he spoke to orbital control. Piecing everything together bit-by-bit would take time, but each newly-added variable further reinforced the once-baseless belief that they were here for a reason.
Post by Alexia Vilbri on May 18, 2020 16:30:39 GMT -8
Alexia merely watched their descent from one of the viewports. The dark void of space slowly gave way to color and life from the planet below. Though she didn't settle herself into meditation, she had allowed herself to reach out. She, as the others had begun to sense, felt something was off. It was clear enough from that sensation that they would be needed here, but to what capacity was still unknown. For now, all she could do was steel her mind and be prepared for the unexpected.
As the ship began to lower itself into the landing zone, she received the summons to the boarding ramp. It was time for the mission to get underway. Making her way through the ship, she fell in right behind Kalli and Viv as they reached the ramp, Vakim already there and awaiting them.
Post by Achiira Taan on May 19, 2020 7:08:47 GMT -8
It felt like it had taken a while for Achiira to really immerse herself in meditation, uncertainty ebbing away at her. With the words of wisdom and confidence from the others having boosted her morale, she still knew something was off. With eyes closed, she dwelled within the force, allowing it to hold her, shifting her focus to listening and feeling its ever changing direction. The force for her felt slightly different this time as she listened closely, there was almost a bite to it, a sharpness, that pricked at her senses and set the hairs on her body to stand on edge. She didn't stir, just allowed, sat in the energy and let it pierce her, its was cold and tense. For a moment she wondered if any of the others had felt a shift within the force. What ever it was that the Jedi were here for, Achiira felt prepared, confident in her abilities and the others, and they would face the unexpected together.
Her time was intercepted by a summoning to the boarding ramp, signalling that they were now preparing to land. She picked herself up from the floor and stretched out her legs, and felt the warmth return to the room, and the hairs on her body returned to their limp position. She made her way to the ramp, Vakim, Kalli, Viv and Alexia already gathered there. It was time.
Post by Vakim Terrek on May 19, 2020 10:24:37 GMT -8
Vakim watched as the others began to assemble one by one. He could see it in their eyes and sense their feelings. All of them were aware that something was off, just as he did. The uncertainties of the situation only seem to rise by the sudden sensations of wrongness. Vakim could only silently plead to the Force to guide them as they passed into the unknown.
Taking a deep breath, he spoke, ready to address their feelings. "I can tell that you all have felt it. Something is deeply off upon this world. When I finally got a response for landing clearance, I was greeted by a Lord Administrator, not orbital control. As we know, they did not send a request for help, but it seems that our help isn't wanted. Based upon the tone and behavior of the one that gave us clearance, either he was discreetly pushing us here to help solve this problem or he was wanting to avoid having us here. As it stands, I'm most included to believe the latter. As such, we are technically here to refuel before departing. Alexia and Vivikayl, you will remain here with me intending to the ship. Master Straflight, I would like for you to head into the outpost with Achiira and see what you can find. Moving forward we are to tread carefully until we know what it is we are dealing with. Gathering that information will be much easier with someone who has a gentler appearance versus something like me. I'd rather not cause any more of a still than possible. Achiira's skills as an empath, as well as your own, will further aid us in discerning the situation."
Post by Kalli Caelum Starflight on May 20, 2020 14:04:06 GMT -8
Kalli seemingly always revealed a perpetual appearance of unperturbed serenity. However, when Vakim made mention that it was the Lord Administrator and not orbital control that offered an unwelcomed clearance, the woman's lips pursed together in a minor display of tension to the situation. The Chistori spoke with confidence in knowing what his next steps were, though, and those words came with the wisdom necessary for deciphering the future success of this blind mission.
With a firm, affirmative nod of her head towards Vakim, Kalli glanced over towards Achiira and gently reached out with the Force to keep herself attuned to any possible waves of emotion that could wash over the young one. For the two of them to head out alone without the rest of the group was a necessary evil. Although to pry the youngest away from those Kalli viewed as Achiira's support group, it would truly be a make-or-break situation once they reached the outpost.
Before Kalli could voice her acceptance to the coming trial, though, the young Echani woman piped up with a dramatic sigh. Of course, she would be forced to hang back to 'tend to the ship.' What good was that even going to do, though? Sure, Vakim looked all big and scary, but she was perhaps as little and petite as they came and was the epitome of innocence--at least in appearance.
"What if they run into trouble at the outpost, though?" Vivikayl protested. "Chi still has a long way to go with dueling, so I should go with them to help if they're set up to get ambushed or something."
Kalli raised a hand towards Vivikayl before she could continue with her outburst. "No, Vakim has given you your duties, and we need you to stick to them, Vivikayl. As he's just briefed us, we aren't welcomed here. The fewer of us roaming about to seek information, the better chance we have at uncovering the truth of what's going on. Any more than just Achiira and I, the more risk we could face causing the stir we wish to avoid. Have faith in not just me, but in your friend as well."
Whether it was because she wanted to be in on the action or whether it really was a sense that she needed to protect Achiira, Vivikayl attempted to protest further. She knew she wasn't going to get far, though, before she would be interrupted. In fact, she had only made it to the step of breathing and opening her mouth before her old Master cut in fluidly, knowing Vivikayl all too well.
"Please, Vivikayl," Kalli interrupted swiftly. "This is your mission. Abide by Vakim's instructions."
Bitterly, Vivikayl shut her mouth and nodded her head slowly towards Kalli. However, the Echani took a step back with her head lowered, clearly unhappy with 'her mission.' No doubt, for those who knew her, she would need to have an eye at her at all times, unless one of them could magically give her a task of 'utmost importance' and make her believe it. Else, there was a certainty that she would find a way to meddle, just as she had in countless past missions.
With a quiet sigh of an exhale, Kalli turned back to Vakim, although her eyes would occasionally glance over towards Achiira as she spoke. Master Starflight displayed her usual calmness; however, she now stood like more of a general or warrior with her hands clasped behind her back and with her chin tilted upwards to stand tall.
"If we find anything imperative, we'll reach out to you via comlink for further instructions. No matter what we find, Achiira and I will be gone no longer than an hour after our departure."
Kalli was unsure if Achiira had the experience to read between the lines of her words, so for now, the Master Jedi believed it to be in her best interest to leave her words at that. Vakim would understand the necessity of such a time designation: if they had not returned within that time frame, there was a likelihood that something had gone awry. Although unlikely, it was an unfortunate necessity, especially when venturing into the unknown as they were.
Turning to Achiira with a more lightheartedness in her tone, though, Kalli concluded with a gentle question, asking, "Do you have any questions or concerns before we depart, dear?"
Post by Alexia Vilbri on May 20, 2020 14:19:54 GMT -8
Alexia listened as Vakim addressed the situation. By what was said, they were indeed walking on thin ice. One wrong move could have spelled greater trouble for all of them. Until they had a tighter grasp on the situation, it was the best course.
It was then that Viv began to speak up, clearly disliking the orders given to her. It was true, she, herself, was worried about an ambush and if Achiira would be able to handle it. At the same time, they needed to have faith in their friend. They had taken the time to work with her and help her improve since she arrived. After all, she might have been a padawan still, but she was still a Jedi and wasn't weak. Not to mention she did have Kalli, a Jedi master, with her. Everything would be fine. By what she gathered on their approach from the viewport, the area wasn't terribly large. If anything happened, it was more than likely they'd be able to get to them in a few minutes time.
Moving over, she stepped beside Viv, her stance becoming similar to Kalli's. "Understood. We will aid you with the refueling as Master Starflight and Achiira gather information." Alexia knew she'd need to stay by Viv's side. After all the years spent together, she knew her friend well. She would do her part to keep eyes on the Echani and make sure she didn't run off or get herself in trouble, be it for her sake or all of theirs.
The supply depot attached to Mesa 291 was converted from a series of old military landing pads that were built during the days of the Rebellion against the Galactic Empire, and after all this time were in much disrepair, but they held together. There were several refuel pumps but only two them had any fuel, and most of the pads had been converted to medical quarantine zones with large pure white tents. It was the only place separate from the major areas of the Mesa where it would have been impossible to keep the residence separated from the daily workings of the Mesa which had not stopped despite the appearance of this mysterious illness.
With the landing of the Jedi transport ship there had been some bustle around the landing zone. Several Bothans that were obviously mechanics or engineers of some sort scurried towards the ship as it landed seeing to the landing locks and the refuel lines - the prior due to the fact that the winds buffeted this side of the Mesa quite hard, and they were a couple hundred feet in the air. All of the Bothans had their noses and mouths covered with white rebreather masks - obviously too advanced for the general population here - and went about their work quickly and efficiently. Making no move to make contact with those inside. Refuel drops like this were rare, but were also generally a good source of income as they could charge off-worlders slightly higher than market rates and still stay below the galactic standard. It was generally a profitable situation for everyone.
Ignoring the workers on the landing pad a Dorus Male wearing a pure white lab coat approached the ship waiting for those inside to, he also wore a customized white rebreather that covered his low mouth and 'cheeks' - which clashed against his bright blue skin and red eyes. The man also held a datapad and had a communicator attached to one of his sleeves and an earpiece attached to the rebreather right below the sensory organ that allowed for hearing. He made no move to approach the landed craft simply waited for any above to disembark.