Kaine Australis
The Vegemite Enclave
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Post by Kaine Australis on Nov 1, 2021 3:26:27 GMT -8
A mandalorian corvette marked as the Last Light entered Zeltros space. She was sleek and powerful, but just now weapons and shields were powered down in respect to her mission. Moving into orbit, the corvette dropped a shuttle which headed down to the planet below.
Kaine had wanted to go on this mission himself, but more sensible heads had pointed out he was unlikely to come back any time soon, and overruled, Colonel Sunset Australis had undertaken the diplomatic mission in his stead. She'd brought her own ship and crew, those least likely to misbehave, unlike Kaine's motley crew. The less shenanigans on this mission, the better.
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Kaine Australis
The Vegemite Enclave
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Post by Kaine Australis on Nov 26, 2021 4:25:59 GMT -8
With the minor incident at the Oasis, the starfighter crash on Myrkr, and now a terrorist attack on Obroa-Skai, the coincidences were piling up in the Inner Rim. The IRI had begun to establish a presence, and now it seemed, other forces were pushing back. Alerted by the intelligence service, the rumours and the facts all came together across the table of Kaine Australis, currently in Zeltros orbit aboard the Wild Boar.He was not impressed with what he saw; the scum wanted to play dirty, then he could take the gloves off. Kaine had no targets yet, but he had the usual plan, once they were found, hit them hard and fast and continuously. The BBP were linked to the attack at Oasis, and the attack on Obroa-Skai had gotten the attention of the IRI, and of Clan Australis.The Inner Rim Imperium had access to judicial forces, as the various planetary governments of the Inner Rim began to work closely together, supplementing one another. They had limited fleet assets, but for counter-terrorism work, the Clan would bring in their own equipment. Any response would be military, and the Mandalorians would take the lead, as was only right. Four cops were dead, and the projections for civilian casualties were not good. Obroa-skai looked like a right osik show.Investigation would be done by local authorities, as was only right given their loss, and the fact they would be saddled with the cleanup effort. Kaine wasn't above duplicating their efforts with his own people, and Clan Intelligence was hard at work on the problem. So far, they hadn't come up with much, but they had access to hard data from the attack on Obroa-skai. The perpetrators would be brought to justice, and those behind the attack would be made to pay for their crimes.
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Tarfang
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Making stormtrooper stew...yum!
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Post by Tarfang on Mar 16, 2022 10:40:06 GMT -8
Spiraling blue bands of hyperspace gave way to a starry backdrop and the cold black void of space as the Crusader exited the hyperlane and entered the Zel system. The PDCA Gunship drifted at sublight speed, Mal's competent IG series droid manservant at the controls. Tarfang had spent much of the trip from the comparatively lawless Outer Rim to the more civilized Inner Rim in deep reflection. He was mostly quiet as he assisted the mandalorian with shipboard maintenance and repairs, which was fairly standard routine having spent most of his life as a space farer. Pirate, yes, technically. However, it was the captain's love of space travel and the freedom of the open void that had set him on this course in life. Despite all the amazing adventures he had been on and the wonders he had witnessed first hand, he would have given it all up just to share another meal with his crew, just to hear their laughter and the merriment of that tight knit family. But they were all gone now, and had been for some time. Cleaning grease from his paws with an old rag, the elderly ewok bit his lip hard enough to draw a bead of crimson. The rag shook in his hands, equal parts arthritis and anger.
Letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in, Tarfang sighed and grabbed his cane, slowly waddling to the cockpit. He had to climb up into the co-pilots seat beside IG-38 just to be able to see out the view port. Growing larger as they drew nearer, the pinkish purple orb of Zeltros became more clear. He turned as he heard Mal enter behind him and jerked a furry thumb over his shoulder at the display.
"Well, that's Zeltros alright. You ever been?" He produced the bladder skin Grimfang had given him and took a swig. It was unusual for him to drink this much, but it seemed the closer he got to his quarry, the more he needed to imbibe. The ghosts of long lost friends teased his peripherals, always just out of sight. He shook himself from dark thoughts and put on a false smile, though his bitter mood proved impossible to completely conceal. "One thing I can say for certain about the Zeltrons, they know how to throw a party. We may need to partake in some of their...mmm, hospitality, before we leave."
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Mal Drynlann
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Post by Mal Drynlann on Mar 17, 2022 13:29:32 GMT -8
Mal looked out at the Planet below them. The mando rarely left the outer rim, and he had a feeling he wasn't going to feel too comfortable here. But it might be a good idea to get out of his comfort zone, he thought. Mal sat in the seat behind IG, across from Tarfang.
"I don't think I've ever been to this part of the galaxy before." He noticed the bladder skin hadn't left Tarfang's paws since they left Hoth. "Looks like you already started the party before we even landed..."
He put a hand on the back of IG's seat and leaned in looking at landing zone locations on the viewscreen. "Might as well land near a cantina of some sort. Hopefully we can get a lead on Kaine there."
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Post by Makena Artsruni on May 25, 2022 8:02:35 GMT -8
The arrival in orbit over Zeltros of the SoroSuub Corporation Personal Luxury Yacht 3000, the Raissa, is an expected one, King Dorji having made the traffic controllers and defensive ships aware of it well ahead of time in preparation of the pleasant, diverting bit of theater that he and the former King and Queen of Zeltros, Enitan and Makena Artsruni, have prepared for the benefit of the people of Zeltros.
Enitan, already dressed in his robes of office, colorful and stylish enough while not quite as outre as typical fashion on Zeltros, is standing on the observation deck of the Raissa, smiling as he watches the familiar pinks, yellows and greens of his homeworld growing closer. Having spent the last decade in exile on Coruscant, Enitan can scarcely contain his joy at seeing the planet they approach, escorted by a trio of starfighters that take up positions around the Luxury Yacht as it maneuvers onto its assigned landing path.
Makena, sitting in one of the yacht's deluxe cabins as Iraja'ani, a purple-skinned Tyrian Twi'lek that was once her personal masseuse but has, since their shared time in exile, become more of a trusted confidant and aide who fulfills a number of varying roles, puts the finishing touches on the subtly applied makeup that will give Makena the appearance of someone who is recovering from a recent illness. The makeup is a part of the play she and Enitan, with Dorji's willing cooperation, have arranged to stage; a beautiful lie in place of the far more drab and ugly truth. Celebration and revelry, after all, are so much more fun, and the tale they have spun for the people of Zeltros is one that gives plenty of cause for celebration and revelry.
On the bridge of the Raissa, Enitan's twin BD-3000 luxury droids, Diki and Erhi, pilot the luxury yacht expertly into the planet's upper atmosphere as they make for Zeltros City.
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Master Adara Adasca
Inner Rim Imperium
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Post by Master Adara Adasca on May 29, 2022 10:55:08 GMT -8
Space flickers, and the Zeltros Traffic Control would detect a medium sized vessel emerging from hyperspace. After initial concern at the warship profile, the IFF as the IRI Cruiser Tiger's Claw, on loan from Clan Australis, relaxes the operators. Some distance from the planet, an old space platform had been installed, outfitted with weapons and shields, and augmented with battle droids. These were intended for a semi live-fire training drill, though the weapons were ion based, accidents could still occur.
Captain Shira Maverick prepared herself for war. Tiger's Claw oriented on the station and sent the go-signal, activating the droids, and the station's defences. Once the shields went up, the exercise could begin. "Commence Exercise."
The carrier/cruiser's Quad and Dual Turbolasers opened up, battering the station's shielding. From her hangars, her full complement of fighters and interceptors emerged. Two squadrons of Kyram'Arpat fighters, two squadrons of Starfury interceptors, and behind those the bomber squadrons, which would launch after the defences had been reduced.
From the platform, four full squadrons of Vulture Droids lifted off, massing to meet the IRI fightercraft. Guns on the platform began ranging out, returning fire on the Cruiser, which was pounding away at the facility's shields. The starfighters engaged as the range closed between them in moments. Expertly, the starfighters bored in, outmatched two to one. They did this as trained, trusting to their comrades in the interceptors. Their trust was rewarded as the two interceptor squadrons executed a perfect Ackbar Slash, withering fire decimating the droids. Once this was done, the IRI force had the upper hand, quickly reducing the Vultures to space dust.
Tiger's Claw's barrage was beginning to wear down the platform's defensive shielding, and as they began to flag, and the fighter battle reduced the defenses, the two squadrons of remaining bombers launched from the hangars. Half the fighters peeled off from the combat to fly escort, while the other half broke to make attack runs on the target platform. Smoothly, the bombers made their attack run, launching heavy torpedoes in a great spread. The torpedoes bored in at the station, however when they impacted, there were no explosions. They were in fact boarding torpedoes, containing a commando attack force.
Colonel Sunset Australis, on loan from Myrkr, led the assault on the station. B1 and B2 battle droids engaged them with ion fire, while she and her commandos blasted their forces back. Some of the boarding force were unpleasantly surprised by YVH combat droids, which held up their progress until taken out with overwhelming force. Her heavy rifle was well able to penetrate even the heaviest armor plate, and its boom echoed through the narrow corridors of the platform as she and her commando force pushed forward.
The thundering hull hits of the turbolaser strikes outside had stopped when they had entered the station. Now and then the lights flickered and the artificial gravity with them, as the IRI forces outside switched over to ion attacks. The boarding force had breathing gear and magnetic boots, so were not impeded. Droids didn't flee like organics or surrender, and these qualities were the only things that kept them fighting a doomed resistance as the commandos cleared the hangar sections of the platform and penetrated to the central command complex.
Inside a phalanx of YVH droids awaited them, with ion grenades disabling much of the first wave's electronics, heavy weapons, and targeting gear. They switched to blades and thrown weapons, as the forces backing them up came in with withering firepower. Like the commandos, the advanced battle droids were unaffected by the loss of gravity or light, and they fought with advanced tactics and well programmed skill. Sunset took one down with a shot, parried the next one's arm cannon aside with her armored left hand, stuck the barrel of her rifle under its chin, and blew its head off.
Grinning, she signaled to the Tiger's Claw. "Endex."
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Post by Makena Artsruni on May 30, 2022 2:55:47 GMT -8
Zeltros Defense Force Nebula-class Star Destroyer, the Jayathi - Bridge
ZDF Major General Sosi Zakaryan, a middle-aged Zeltron woman with a somber expression leavened by the perpetually amused glint in her eyes, watches the holographic images of a trio of dots representing the RZ-1 A's returning from their routine combat air patrol approaching the holographic triangle representing her ship, drumming her fingers on the left arm of her command chair while thinking that it must be nice for the people planetside to be joining in the revelries celebrating the return of King Enitan and his Queen Makena while she and her fellow ZDF naval forces stand watch over them from above. That is the job, however, and she has made arrangements for her crew that are not presently on duty to have a bit of celebration themselves in the mess so that they too can celebrate.
With the ZDF's Vic II SD, the Pali, docked at the Cahya, one of the two Cardan III-class space stations in orbit over Zeltros, to rearm and resupply her stores, Sosi and the Captain of the Tylanni, the ZDF's other Vic II, have had to spread their support ships and crews a bit thinner than she would like in order to ensure that the watch over Zeltros remains as vigilant as ever. Nodding as her XO hands her a datapad, Sosi reads the report concerning a live fire exercise conducted by an IRI cruiser that gave the orbital traffic controllers and the Tylanni's captain, whose CAP had been patrolling near enough to observe the arrival of the Tiger's Claw, a few moments of excitement when it initially arrived in orbit before the IFF revealed there was no cause to raise the alarm, thankfully before any alarm was raised.
Sosi stops drumming her fingers on her chair when a trio of holographic dots depart from the holographic triangle on her display, tilting her wrist to check her chrono to see whether the next CAP made good time in setting out after the previous one arrived, pleased when she sees that they have. Rising from her chair and adjusting the cuffs of her uniform jacket, Sosi tells her XO they have the con, then makes her way to her quarters to get some rest.
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Post by Makena Artsruni on Jun 22, 2022 11:41:08 GMT -8
Zeltros Defense Force Nebula-class Star Destroyer, the Jayathi - Bridge
Handing the datapad containing a report from the Cardan III-class space station, the Cahya, back to her XO, ZDF Major General Sosi Zakaryan moves over to the holodisplay showing the current disposition of her support ships and CAP. The report from the Cahya informed her that the Pali, one of the ZDF's Vic II SDs, will be rearmed, supplied, refueled and ready to resume active status in one day's time, and Sosi has until then to come up with a plan for how to deploy Zeltros' defensive fleet now that it is back to fully operational status. While the Pali had been docked with the Cahya, Sosi and the Captain of the Tylanni, another Vic II, had spread their forces out to close any gaps in the planet's defense left by the absence of the Pali. The crews of all operational ships had worked hard to ensure the watch over Zeltros was no less vigilant than it had been before the Pali docked to rearm and resupply, and will be happy to go back to a less demanding schedule.
Consulting with her XO from time to time, Sosi gradually draws up a new deployment plan for Zeltros' orbital defense force, and then has it encrypted and sent out to the Captains of the Pali and the Tylanni.
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Post by Makena Artsruni on Apr 3, 2023 20:11:20 GMT -8
Cardan III-class space station, the Cahya
Kalei Iousua sets her mug of stim-caf down when a C-3 passenger liner bearing a load of tourists bound for Zeltros City requests permission to land, cheerily telling the vessel's captain to hold as she goes through the usual security checks. Most of the traffic to and fro the planet is either civilian or commercial, with the military ships continually patrolling the planet's orbit comprising the majority of the remainder, and security checks that come up anything other than plain vanilla are rare; the C-3's checks proving no exception, everything from the passenger manifest to the ship and it's crew's bona fides proving to be perfectly in order.
Once she has completed the checks and found an opening in the surface bound traffic patterns, Kalei sends the course to the C-3 and happily informs the captain that he has clearance to adjust course and make for Zeltros City.
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Elikapeka Hekekia
Mist Government
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Post by Elikapeka Hekekia on May 15, 2023 22:26:58 GMT -8
Theta-class T-2c shuttle, Prothoe - Cockpit
Slowing the Prothoe to ahead dead slow after they pop out of hyperspace, Lucine grins as she tells Elikapeka, "See? We made it safe and sound. You can breathe now, Ma'am."
Elika, trying to smile convincingly even though she does not think she will really relax until she has her feet on the ground, ceasing to fuss and fidget with the pendant of Shiraya that she wears at all time and almost immediately begins to fuss and fidget with the sleeves of her blouse as she says, "I never doubted you for a moment, Lieutenant."
"Right," Lucine tells Elika, knowing the architect well enough that she is sure the woman had been praying to her moon goddess for the entire trip, and then opens a comm channel to Zeltros' orbital traffic control and says, Control, this is the Prothoe from Umgul, requesting permission to land in Zeltros City Spaceport, over.
Elika rubs the back of her neck after she has fussed with her sleeves, feeling even more claustrophobic and anxious now that they have arrived than she had during the journey through hyperspace. Trying to focus on something other than the waiting and her mounting anxiety, Elika thinks about the job that has brought her here to Zeltros, hoping that remembering her excitement about the project will blot out her anxiousness. The King and Queen of Zeltros have hired her to design and build a temple for a Twi'lek priestess of the Fire Temple from Ryloth, a refugee that escaped from the recent occupation of the Twi'lek homeworld, and Elika thinks about the pictures she was provided with of the prospective sites for the project, the first step in her creative process always having been to select the building site that most suited her client's vision. As a part of her initial preparation, Elika also researched the Twi'lek religion, which involved the worship of Kika'lekki, the Great Mother, and finds herself looking forward to learning more about it from the priestess of the Fire Temple that the King and Queen of Zeltros have informed her will be heavily involved in the project with them.
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Post by Makena Artsruni on May 20, 2023 22:15:16 GMT -8
Cardan III-class space station, the Cahya
Kalei Iousua, one of the planetary traffic controllers on duty when the Prothoe arrives and requests clearance to land in Zeltros City's Starport, continues thumbing absently through the glossy pages of a fashion magazine as she flips her headset's mic down and coos in a warm, sensually friendly voice, Welcome to Zeltros, Prothoe. Hold your present position and standby, please. Folding down the corner of a page featuring a lovely and rather daringly low cut sleeveless dress with an equally risque side slit, Kalei begins performing the usual security checks, learning in the course of doing so that the Prothoe's arrival is not only an expected one, but also that the architect aboard the shuttle has been invited to Zeltros by none other than the King and Queen themselves.
After contacting the Royal Palace to inform them that Miss Hekekia has arrived and being told that she is to direct the shuttle to the Palace hangars rather than the Starport in the city, Kalei reopens the comm channel to the Prothoe and says cheerfully, You have been cleared to land in the Royal Palace's hangar, Prothoe, as she sends the flight path to the shuttle and continues, You will be met by members of the Palace Guard upon arrival. Enjoy your stay here on Zeltros!
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Elikapeka Hekekia
Mist Government
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Post by Elikapeka Hekekia on May 22, 2023 2:08:52 GMT -8
Lucine, doing her best impression of the Zeltron's sultry, breathy delivery, says, Acknowledged, Control. Thank you sooo much. Laughing as she increases the shuttle's speed and adjusts their course to bring them onto the flight path they have been assigned, Lucine says, "Leave it to a Zeltron to make a landing clearance sound like a come on, right? Do you think we'll be staying in the Royal Palace while we're here? How cool would that be? Just chillin' with the King and Queen?"
Elika, shrugging without looking up from her datapad as she sends a holonet message to Delaana to let her girlfriend know that she has arrived safely, replies, "Well, their aide did say not to worry about making any hotel arrangements when hiring me for the project, so it is possible we'll be staying in the palace I suppose, then crinkles her nose as the fact that they might be doing so registers fully and her social anxiety kicks in, I wonder if we'll be meeting the King and Queen today? Looking down at the casual blue pin striped suit jacket she wears over a plain white blouse and slacks that match the jacket, Elika asks, Do you think we'll have time to change?"
Snorting a quiet laugh, Lucine tries to make the architect feel less nervous by joking, "Ma'am, it's Zeltros. You could show up in your undies and I don't think anyone would bat an eye. Chuckling, she adds, Heck, you'd probably fit right in with the locals if what I've heard about the way they dress is true."
Elka, taking her spectacles off and compulsively cleaning the lenses with the pocket scarf she takes from the breast pocket of her jacket, nods and tries to sound less anxious than she feels as she says, "You're probably right."
Lucine considers offering the architect her boot flask again, but decides that might not be the best idea and settles for saying, "You'll be just fine, Ma'am," and continues piloting the shuttle on towards their destination.
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