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Post by Shaman Anaxilea on Feb 26, 2013 22:52:18 GMT -8
Refuge City was a city established by a Caamasi Remnant community on Caamas during the time of the New Republic.
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Nov 11, 2017 23:12:18 GMT -8
*Caamas... it was here Aerandir would make the first statement, the first display of his newfound ability. Truthfully, he wasn't sure of the extent of this strengthened connection, and, though he trusted in the Force, he most certainly had not come to the world alone. A small ship, from which he would launch this strike, had delivered him to the planet, complete with a complement of competent troops to back him up should he need the support.
Fortunately, the First Order presence here was minimal. They had been building up an occupation, albeit slowly, and the population had seemed hesitant to accept such. Aerandir couldn't blame them, considering the Imperial history concerning non-human races. This was a dual-pronged assault then: Prevent the First Order from claiming another territory while preemptively stopping the enslavement of the Caamasi race.
They had managed to covertly enter the planet, enabling them to scout the somewhat-meager enemy forces attempting to occupy Refuge City. Meager, that was, compared to typical occupation forces. Against one single Jedi, however? The forces he brought with him constantly questioned the wisdom of this idea, with Aerandir's constant, calm assurances doing little to assuage them. He had to admit, he almost wasn't sure of this himself, but the Force had led him here for a reason.
And there'd been more fantastical feats pulled off by a single Jedi in the past.
A small shuttle had detached from the ship, carrying only Aerandir as its passenger.* "Are you sure about this?!" *the pilot asked over intercom.
Aerandir, standing at the back above the open ramp, smirked.* "My answer hasn't changed."
*The pilot didn't bother to press the point; Aerandir could sense her fleeting temptation to slow the ship, but she knew better than to endanger the mission further that way. The shuttle only continued at its current pace, Aerandir peering down at the ground below. The pilot had been tracking their position and preparing to give Aerandir the go-ahead, although he could already sense the coming moment to jump. Though his eyes didn't see it, his mind did: The collection of officers and troopers in the city square, making some sort of "demonstration" to the populace.
A demonstration about to be upstaged.*
"Here's your moment!" *the pilot called out, even as Ashla gave him the nudge.
He didn't hesitate to dive out, descending like a missile towards the city below. At a point he suddenly flared out, using the wind resistance as well as a little help from the Force to slow his fall. Already he sensed the eyes upon him; only a few noticed at first, but it soon spread, mostly shock at a sudden single being descending upon them from the air. Some weren't sure if it was just someone falling to their death, but a few were able to properly identify the falling individual.
Aerandir flipped so that his feet were facing downward as he thrust his palm in the same direction, breaking his fall with the Force and landing in a kneeling position. He heard the chorus of blasters trained upon him as he now stood in a circle of white. A single gray individual leveled a holdout pistol upon the standing Jedi, a look equal parts surprised and amused on his face.*
"Foolish, Jedi," *he mocked.* "Whatever you were planning, you've already forfeited your life."
"I would've thought so too," *Aerandir replied calmly,* "had I not been explicitly led here by the Force."
*The officer scowled.* "The Force led you to your death? You are more misguided than I realized." *He scrutinized the man a moment.* "Seems the Force has instead delivered a Jedi Councilor into our hands..."
*Even as they spoke, Ashla channeled itself into Aerandir, preparing for his call. He was oddly at peace in this moment, leaving his fate to the Force.* "On the contrary, I'm here to deliver the Caamasi from tyranny."
*Arrogant laughter filled the air, the officer responding,* "You really are foolish."
"No, I am one with the Force," *Aerandir uttered, eyes closing, as he fully submitted to Ashla's will.* "And the Force is with me."
*With sudden panic, the officer roared,* "OPEN FIRE!"
*Aerandir's eyes shot open, and with it a wave of the Force rushed outward in a circle, knocking over several Imperials and causing many more behind them to stumble. He extended his arm and his lightsaber smacked into his palm, although it remained unlit. He began to move, dancing about the small encircling as distant blasterfire rained down upon him, but every shot missed. He leapt into the crowd of troopers, bounding off of them, managing to draw fire from Imperials foolish enough to keep firing, downing some of their own men in the process.
He landed on his feet just outside of the crowd, a pure white blade of energy singing to life. It allowed no time to be marveled at as it flew to meet the continued onslaught of bolts hurled his way, batting them flawlessly back toward another target. He coupled this with erratic, unpredictable movements, making sure he never stood in the same place twice—nor was there a pattern. He felt weightless, as though the Force itself carried him through these movements, which for all he knew was exactly the case as Ashla burned through his veins with a holy flame.
Their emotions gradually fluctuated throughout the ordeal, starting off as unquestionably dutiful and slowly morphing into uncertainty, and eventually fear. Many to be sure still believed the Jedi would fall, but many more still became doubtful as it seemed not a single shot was connecting. At least, not with their intended target. Their confidence only returned when a call was made for the heavy artillery. The ground rumbled with the approach of several tanks, their heavy cannons opening fire. Ever light on his feet, Aerandir darted side to side in his approach to the nearest vehicle. Getting in close was a breeze, allowing him to sever its cannons and its means of locomotion with his blade, rendering it useless. It also acted as a serviceable cover from the continued troop fire from behind him as he made his way from tank to tank, continuing to disable them.
The ground shook once more, heralding the arrival of walkers. AT-STs took the lead, with several more AT-AT walkers behind them. Normally spelling doom for a single Jedi, but Aerandir only stood fast, waiting... and then he spun, lightsaber coming around just as cannonfire from an AT-ST came his way. His blade made contact, deflecting the shot directly into another small walker, crippling its legs and sending it crumpling to the ground.
Immediately though he was once more moving, dodging the blasts and getting in close. With his speed and movement, he made for an impossible target, allowing him to close the distance and begin systematically severing the legs of the walkers, toppling them over. He paused, sensing the near-press of a pilot's thumb upon the missile launcher. His mind plotted the trajectory of the shot before even fired, his left hand cupping. As the missile roared from the AT-ST, he reached out and caught it with the Force, spinning around once and hurling it directly back at the cockpit, which exploded in a fiery display.
But the AT-ATs were now delivering their own firepower; at this point it seemed the Imperials no longer had concern for preserving their own, so long as they could eliminate the Jedi. Despite himself, Aerandir smirked as he darted inward, faster than the cannons could aim. Even in this state, he wasn't certain he could deflect their shots. Absorb them, perhaps, but there were far too many guns to risk attempting that. He instead got under the feet of the nearest AT-AT, hopping up onto one leg to slash through it before leaping to the opposite in order to do the same. He was already dashing away as the metal groaned and struggled before finally giving away, the mech toppling face first into the ground.
Panic. It was palpable. Many commanders were still attempting to be steadfast, arguing their superior numbers and firepower, but even they were no longer certain of victory; if the Jedi had gotten this far, who knew if he really could outlast them? Only Ashla knew, and Aerandir entrusted himself to Her as the onslaught continued, dashing past bolts and leaping over attempts to predict his movements. Walker after walker fell, whether to his blade or another ill-advised missile redirected to its cockpit.
He whittled their numbers until not a single walker stood intact... Thus, he made his way back towards the city, dealing with the straggling tanks either with his blade or toppling them with a mighty Force push. The troopers, now more panicked than ever, opened fire once more, many haphazardly and not even trying to make their shots count, knowing they would likely either miss or be returned to them anyway. Aerandir's pace slowed, his blade still working to catch any bolt that did make their way in his general direction. He strode with purpose towards the crowd, and they merely parted ways. The officer from before stood trembling, his blaster leveling upon the Jedi once more but uncertainly.*
"I'll accept your unconditional surrender," *Aerandir declared.
The officer continued to shake, struggling to respond. Inwardly, in the depths of his mind, he very much wanted to. But his duty to his flag would not allow this and he pulled the trigger. A flash of white and he yelled out in pain, dropping the blaster and clutching his fist—now missing a finger—in his other hand.*
"Sir, shall we shoot?!" *a trooper asked.*
"D-damned fools," *he muttered, then shouted,* "he'll just kill you all!"
"Not if you lay down your arms and leave," *said Aerandir, blade lowered to his side but still active.* "And when you do, make sure you let your 'Supreme Commander' know what happened here, and what will happen again if the First Order continues its expansion in this way."
*A long, cold silence ensued as the man considered this. Aerandir could see his mind working, reluctance to take orders from a Jedi, but fear at what he had just witnessed this day. At length, he, against his desire, nodded and waved his men off with his good hand.* "We'll stand down... but this isn't the end!"
"Not surprised, I don't expect intelligence from the First Order." *These words were left unspoken, much as Aerandir wanted to speak them. They would only instigate more animosity and possibly death; he didn't wish for more death this day. So instead he replied,* "Very well," *and watched as the officer gathered his men and began to make a retreat.
Without moving, he tapped a button on his comlink, signaling the shuttle to come back around for a pickup. He watched the troopers march in formation away from the city, waiting for his own ride to reappear. Once it appeared, it hovered just above the ground, allowing Aerandir to hop up onto the ramp; the pilot, seeing the remaining forces leftover, immediately sealed the ramp and took off.*
"I can't believe you actually—" *she cut herself off and did a double-take over her shoulder, staring at the Jedi Master down on one knee.* "Are you injured?!"
"No," *Aerandir rasped, grabbing tightly onto a nearby railing for support. It was technically accurate, as he hadn't sustained any physical energies... but his body shook and trembled and screamed at him for everything he had just put it through. Unfortunately, that one word was the only one he could give the pilot, who dutifully continued her journey to deliver him back to the ship that had brought both of them here.
Where once he burned with righteous intensity, he now simply burned. So much raw Force ability... It was too much for a physical body to handle. After a point he managed to gain control over his breathing and do so rhythmically, inducing a form of healing meditation. This only stung, but it was a good sting; he'd take it over the intense burning in every single muscle of his body.
As soon as the shuttle docked with the transport, he groaned to his feet, the pilot immediately assisting him. He was able to walk just fine with her support, though every moment threatened to induce a spasm. They were able to get him to the onboard medbay, assessing his state and finding that his very cells were unstable; they were slowly stabilizing but it would require much rest and focus to do so. They agreed to afford him this rest and would save the briefing for later, opting to simply head straight back for Felucia with the knowledge that they had, at the very least, stopped one First Order takeover.
Now the enemy would just have to take the bait...*
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Dec 20, 2017 17:51:04 GMT -8
Reports moved up the lines as requested, and Pellaeon was sitting back at his desk when he received his copy. He skimmed it, before sending it on with a cursory summary that apparently the Jedi Order was open to meddling in galactic politics once more. Still... the blatant and obvious use of force here invited little more than ill judged and hasty response that would end poorly for the FO, well Empire now. He advised a cautious and public response. Preferably something that would put the minds of the locals at ease for now. There would be time later for shows of force and grand theatrics.
He read the report more carefully this time, the Jedi in question was no small knight... the head of his order if the sketchy rumor mill that served as intelligence on the order was wroth anything. He certainly knew his way around a light saber. Well, most officials would panic and start wasting precious resources on trying to "Jedi-proof" their personal fortress. Aurel Pellaeon, thankfully, was not most officers. His resources had better uses than a pointless display of cowardice. He set his meager intelligence sources on tracking the ship and crew that had inserted and retrieved the jedi master. As he sat he realized he was going to need outside help tracking this man down, and teaching him any sort of lesson... So Pellaeon set any thoughts of retaliation aside for now, best to focus on what could be done, not wishful thinking.
The Garrison was in shambles, and it would need to be rebuilt. Pellaeon did what he could to source the jobs locally, as he often did. He hired local construction crews to repair the structural damages. He had civilian auditors, that worked for an established Caamasian auditing company, survey the damages to public buildings and private businesses and enterprises as a result of the "upstaged demonstration." He added further incentives for Caamasi to enlist in the Empire's ranks, as officers, technicians, and medical staff, pointing out how many of the damages could have been avoided with better commanders and support personnel. That proved to do little, the populace had bitter memories of the last empire, and this had started as an up-hill battle. Still, some Caamasi were desperate, especially after the recent demonstration. They singed on, and were trained, true, they faced racial stigma in the training programs, but Pellaeon personally addressed each individual privately, encouraging them to force the closed minds to open, by continually exceeding the expectations of those closed minds. He didn't identify himself, but neither did he hide his identity, and soon there was a rumor going around that the moff supported the new recruits. No comment was offered on the subject by his offices, or himself, despite repeated attempts by the media and several staff officers to elicit the truth.
When Aurel received the bill for the damages, he paid half the bill immediately, stating his full confidence in the auditors and their objectivity in the investigation. All told, the credits were a small price to pay for a show of faith in the Caamasi populace, as honest, patient and hardworking citizens of the Empire. The company's agent inquired to the rest of the bill,
and Pellaeon responded that it was customary for both responsible culprits to pay damages. As he saw it, he'd paid the Empire's half of the bill, the other half belonged to the rebel insurgent that had come in with the obvious intent to cause harm to the local populace and businesses. As he could easily have disabled the garrison much more quietly, and with far less collateral damage if he'd but put some simple thought into his attack strategy. Still, he had at least had the decency to pretend that his target was the Imperial garrison, vastly minimizing damages to the city and locals. Still, he could have done better, just based on the footage of the events as they transpired if the Garrison was truly his target.
With local construction crews working over time, at a premium fee, to rebuild and refurbish the "damages" caused by the insurgent, Things in the city were looking up for a bit, as extra hands were needed for the manual labor, and skilled labor was able to offer services at a higher price than normal, since it was everyone's taxes paying the bill anyway. Several local charities also assisted the local repairs and victims families, with proceeds going to pay hospital and morgue bills, as well as supplementing incomes of families and individuals now deprived of a portion or totality of their means of earning wages. Imperial prosecutors found several scam artists trying to take advantage of these funds and pressed charges,
in local courts, according to local laws. There was a lot of good will to be earned, and none of it would come easily.
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Post by Kebiin Carid on Mar 20, 2018 20:52:51 GMT -8
Landing his transport at the corporate docks of Ylenic Insurance Inc, Kebiin quickly gathers his standard kit and exits his ship. Rather than wait to be greeted on the pad as he would in rougher parts of the galaxy, the feeorin quickly adjusts his helmet and heads into the offices to meet his contact. Stopping at a front desk, he speaks to the staff on duty regarding his arrival.
Kebiin Carid. I was contacted regarding some secure courier work available out of this office.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Mar 20, 2018 21:30:47 GMT -8
A Caamasi business man, seeming unnaturally flustered, came through a door as Kebin finished, and waved him back. He led the man to an office where he sat, and indicated Carid was welcome to do so as well. He didn't care of Carid stood or sat, he launched right into his presentation. He very briefly outlined the mission as he understood it, which was in part. The company had been asked to asses and handle damage claims of civilians and public facilities, not attached to the garrison, caused by the rouge force user passing through. To be honest that day, he had seemed a savior... until he left the way he'd come. Leaving the planet to suffer the wrath of FO on it's own. And the planet was defenseless, it could barely support itself since the Emperor's bombardment had made a wasteland of the world. Thankfully the local Moff was a reasonable man, and true the initial contact with the FO had been hostile.... but this man, since being instated had done nothing but attempt to rebuild the world... It was, a very sensitive subject to be sure, but everyone seemed to be far to grateful for the assistance to look a gift horse in the mouth. The only hitch so far had been the issue of paying for the damages to the private sector.
Grand Moff Pellaeon had paid half of the bill immediately with no fuss, but expected them to bill Jedi that instigated the trouble. naturally the caamasi don't wish to seem ungrateful for his assistance in liberating us... but he did leave us in a very tight spot, you see. The moff had promised to send a man to deal with the collection, and Carid was that man. The businessman paused for a moment, hoping Carid wouldn't refute anything said thus far, and taking a breath for the next info dump. He presented a data pad, which had all the necessary files, and showed Carid which ones needed signature from the liable party, and which account money should be sent too for the reparation. The total sum required from the Jedi was a little over 80 million credits. Also on the datapad was an info-holo of the terraforming effort being funded largely by the local Grand Moff, in case the Jedi were feeling generous and wanted to donate their funds, or skills, towards completing the process. In fact, that was the cause for his nervousness, this was the last bit of business that needed to be dealt with before his office could be evacuated completely, most of it was already gone, but the rest would be leaving immediately after Carid did. The caamasi, spluttered a bit, before adding that local security forces were reasonably certain that the Jedi had gone straight to Felucia upon departing the world.
The rest of the mission Caird was expected to do, Pellaeon had already outlined. He wasn't thrilled that the Jedi had decided to trash an FO garrison, but didn't have the time or resources to do anything about it just now. Kebin had been asked to take notes of points of "interest" as he traveled to deliver the bill and collect payment. If no payment was offered,
then the information would be used sooner rather than later, but that would be for someone else to handle. Kebin need only deliver the bill, get a response, and leave. He was free to do that as peaceably, or not, as he liked, so long as he got an answer back to the firm in a reasonable time frame.
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Post by Kebiin Carid on Mar 27, 2018 17:32:22 GMT -8
Since this didn't seem like a situation that required much in the way of dicussion, or information from his local contact, Kebiin decided to bank on the stoic Mando cliche. With a quick agreement to the job, the feeorin accepts the datapad and turns to leave the building. On his way out, he copies the datapad files to his helmet HUD for his own review. Returning to his ship, he quickly runs through the start up procedures and lifts off for orbit.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Apr 22, 2019 18:54:42 GMT -8
The city rebuilt, and the world declared a neutral haven, the people of Caamas had a lot of work still to do. But the city bustled with hope and joy, because of everything that had been accomplished already. The Government was trying to build a defense force, but ... the lack of trained personnel was going to be a long term problem. Especially since Arkania was no longer providing clones to boost the populace and none of the clones provided had any kind of military training. Droids could be bought, but those were either too expensive or too easily beaten. Mercenaries were also costly, and often of dubious discipline anyway. The matter needed to be decided, and soon, but there were no easy solutions.
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Post by Standash Thul on Jul 7, 2020 13:15:49 GMT -8
Things had been running rather smoothly, until people started getting sick. At first it was just some Ithorians, then humans, and before too long the Caamasi and all other offworlders showed the symptoms. For the most part it wasn't deadly but it was effecting things. After a bit of study, it was discovered to be a weak and mutated strain of the Blue Shadow Virus. The swamp land always had the ability to through wrenches like this into the system. It wasn't long before the medical centers were overrun. The call went out for aid from the First Order to help treat and return the water supply to safety.
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Post by Standash Thul on Sept 1, 2020 7:41:01 GMT -8
With the the Conservator- Class Destroyer Midway and most of the fleet in orbit overhead, the Auxilia made way to a large landing field on the swamp side of the city. Drop ships from the others made there way to set up checkpoints and clinics around the city. The Auxilia deployed ground units to the swamps to figure out how to purify the contaminated water.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 7, 2020 23:10:31 GMT -8
No one, on Caamas, forgot the name Aurel Pellaeon, the Moff who restored the Caamasi homeworld. His efforts were forever immortalized with a statue, dedicated to the selfish and determined Imperial who sought to change Caamas for the better. This changed the attitude of the world and certainly ensured its undying loyalty to the Renewed Empire and the Delvardus Emperor. As a race of explorers, diplomats, and artists, they had various positions within Imperial society, despite the renewed presence of Humanocentricism. Diplomats worked within the Imperial Civil Services, explorers examined nebulas and formations across the Empire, and artists... well the statue to Pellaeon was enough to say their work.
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Post by Standash Thul on Jan 31, 2021 16:50:51 GMT -8
The Doctors and troops from the grounded Auxilla had put together clinics and water purification centers. The numbers had shown great improvement. Finding the origin of the infection had proved more difficult. They were still very confident this wasn't a planned attack, the lack of fatalities confirmed this. It wasn't easy, people were still sick and suffering,
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Post by Standash Thul on Mar 1, 2021 9:19:32 GMT -8
It had taken longer than hoped, but the traces of the virus had been eradicated. There was still frustration as the origin point was still undetermined. A few researchers stayed on the planet to continue to see if it could be determined. The rest of the aid fleet packed up and left the planet. Leaving it with renewed love for the First Order.
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Post by Standash Thul on Apr 9, 2021 10:28:10 GMT -8
Dr. Lendvul was one of the team left to research the origins of the virus. She was not making the progress she had hoped. The team was more sure now that nothing malicious had taken place, but it left more questions and other concerned. This virus was related to one of the most deadly ones the galaxy, if it came back naturally their could be worries for the future. This had been a very mild strain and it was easy to take care of, but still worth noting. The Dr. and her team would continue investigating.
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Post by Standash Thul on May 14, 2021 10:23:55 GMT -8
Dr. Lendvul was frustrated. She was a woman of science and coincidence was not something she could accept. The more she studied the virus's origins, she kept coming back to that conclusion. This drove her crazy. She knew it was possible, but the randomness made her uneasy. She wanted to have a feeling of control, even if it was someone else in control.
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Post by Standash Thul on Jun 4, 2021 11:56:13 GMT -8
The Dr. had to admit that this was just a natural occurrence. Viruses could naturaly alter and pop up in variances. She had done good science being open to any possibility. She said her goodbyes to the local physicians she had made friends with in this time. Her shuttle was prepped and she headed to rejoin the greater fleet.
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Post by Annelise Sitar on Jul 15, 2021 10:31:12 GMT -8
The presence of the Humanitarian Fleet had been mostly forgotten at this point. It was back to business as usual. For Annelise, that meant making stops in the over sector to gather reports for the Grand Moff from the local governors. There were times for face to faces, but Standash made those rare. It really worked well. Annelise would keep them on edge, they were almost more nervous when she was there than Standash.
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Post by Annelise Sitar on Aug 11, 2021 12:03:04 GMT -8
Annelise silently watched the local governors and structure. Not in the way but ever present. Occasionally she would make a note or two on her data pad. She was here to observe. She noticed a lot of good things happening. The Caamasi were a very competent people. They were loyal and faithful, and for the most part always tried to do what was right. If she found herself questioning them, she most often reexamined her own thoughts before questioning them.
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