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Taris

 

Astrographical Information

Region: Outer Rim

Sector: Ojoster Sector

System: Taris System

Orbital Position: 5

Moons: 4

Grid Coordinates: O-13

 

Physical Information

Class: Terrestrial

Atmosphere: Type 1 Breathable

Primary Terrain: Urban sprawl, oceans

Points of Interest: swoop tracks, Tarisian military base

 

Societal Information

Indigenous Species: nekghoul

Immigrated Species: various

Primary Language(s): Galactic Basic

Faction Affiliation: neutral

 

Defense Rating: level 2

 

JediRP Canon History: To come...

 

Old description in spoiler:

A citywide planet, Taris has upper, middle, and lower levels. Once prosperous, the planet fell into decline after the time of KotOR when Malak bombarded the planet to hell and back. Since resettled, it is a populated planet, though parts of the city planet lay in ruins even after 4,000 years time.

 

Noteable points of interest include a special dueling ring, races for the Galactic Swoop Racing Circuit, and its spot for trading on the Hydian Way Route in the larger galaxy.

 

Celteo gets first post.

 

 

((Summary compiled by Amidala Skywalker. Thank you!))

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During the reign of Senator Justine O' Maoilsheachlainn, father of Senator Celteo O' Maoilsheachlainn, Taris had long prospered. It's ruins from the days of Malak and it's former destruction had slowly began to disappear from it's surface beneath the progress of economy and pilgrimage. settlers from all over came, some to escape the many wars while others simply choosing to live independent from the Republic and their many enemies, including the Empire.

 

Though social status still held a considerable impact on were on lived, just as Coruscant, racial profiling did not. Senator Justine believed in credits, not race. And as such, paved way for Taris' reconstruction to the lengths it had attained. Defenses had been rebuilt to a one hundred percent capacity, the Governing Body had been completely restored, hospitals and cantinas had long littered it's surface as it had nearly four thousand years ago. Even the Tarisian Civil Authority held a ninety percent grasp on the planet's crime. Taris had finally found peace.

 

So the Planet was dramatically devastated at Senator Justine's passing nearly a year ago. Statues of him line the entrance of the Tarisian Senatorial Palace, citizens still speak highly of him, and his legacy lives on in the world he helped rebuild. And even now, with the appointing of his son in to the Senatorial Seat, Taris thrives even farther. A new legacy has been born, and with it endless possibilities. Lachlen Incorporated, created by Senator Celteo O' Maoilsheachlainn, has led Taris into a new age.

 

From a world rebuilt by ship builders, has came the Galaxy's finest Pharmaceutical and Research Labs. Sickness and Disease no longer plague the planet as new medicine evolves. Even the infamous Rakghoul Disease had been abolished with the advancements of a cure. And even now, news of Lachlen Incorporated's phenomenal growth only furthers as leaks of the development of a Weapon's Research Lab and Shipyard reaches the Galaxy's ear.

 

Celteo wakes from his peaceful slumber, rising from his bed and makes his way to the refresher. Briefly he smiles, wondering if his father would be proud of what he and his company has accomplished here on Taris. In only a single year, he had brought about the rest of his father's dream. Reaching outside the refresher, Celteo grabs and briefly takes a snort of his Gannarian Narco-Spice. It was refreshing all in it's own glory, the drug taking hold of his form a releasing his mind to a blissful plane. Afterwards, he grabbed his cloths and left for his morning commute.

 

Senator Celteo had never prided himself by staying at the Senatorial Palace, instead had given it's uses as his base of Operations to the Lachlen Corporation. He instead chose to live at his own estate near the Tarisian Ocean, a gigantic spire overlooking the coast. As Senator, his duties were typically the first of his day. But today, he held other plans. Arriving at the former Senatorial Palace, the current Base of Operations for Lachlen Incorporated, Celteo disembarked his personal transport and headed to his office. Today would be the birth of something bigger.

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The planet of Taris had become accustomed to brighter days since its infamous battering at the hands of Malak and the old sith empire. Hope had rebuilt the cities, and tolerance had eradicated the prejudice. Crime had plummeted and this once floating piece of rubble had become a thriving metropolis like it had been before the establishment of more efficient hyperspace lanes had choked it out. Things were going good for the planet on the surface”¦ which is exactly why the creature just exiting hyperspace couldn't stand it for the longest while.

 

It was an example of the temporal nature of destruction, a testament to the inevitability of an inadequate end when all that is available is inadequate means. If Malak was stronger, no such rebuilding would've taken place. If his guns were larger, these wretched do-gooders would've been snuffed out eons ago. All the things that had made the planet appealing in the ancient days like the rightful degrading of deviant aliens, the sith occupation, and the rakghoul disease had fallen away. Still, there was at least one silver lining to the planet's existence.

 

An automated message was sent to the ambassador before the sith lord was to enter the planet.

 

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Life on Taris was a comfortable one. It's citizens were able to walk quietly about their daily lives without fear nor discrimination, something Senator Celteo held highly about his father's legacy. A United planet was a strong planet, one that could withstand most formidable foes. Especially if it was to stand alone. But against the might of the Empire or out of the stifling grasp of the Republic, it would need a powerful ally indeed... Which brings about this unexpected visitor by will of the Force.

 

Senator Celteo was a humble being at best, finding no need for Ambassadors or Representatives alike. If the citizens of Taris held questions over his reasons, he would not have been elected to replace his father after his untimely death. So it was Senator Celteo who received Lord Antilles' message. Intrigued that a noble would be visiting is planet, Celteo would answer this one personally and in person. A reply was sent in return.

 

"Welcome to Taris, Lord Antilles. A squadron will join you shortly and escort you to Senator O' Maoilsheachlainn's Estate."

 

With defences deactivated to allow the arrival, Senator Celteo made his way back to his estate where he would await the being's arrival. Meanwhile Taris Civil Authority left Taris Military Base en route to Lord Ason's position. Once there, they would escort him to Senator Celteo's position back at the estate... A nice view overlooking the Tarisian Ocean.

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He was led to a view of the glistening field of sapphire, white caps gently brushing its surface like a woman caressing the back of her lover. The site was welcome enough in comparison to the smog-filled recesses of Mechis III. After the war of so long ago, all the buildings had been resurrected and had grown with exquisite detail, a slightly distasteful theme of optimism permeating the air. The planet was doing well for itself.

 

The men who dropped off the insidious figure had appeared capable enough for planetary security forces and were wise enough not to take the gruff attitude of many other forces. Such unprofessional behavior surely would've tainted his opinion of the planet. Still, he was on a mission.

 

He approached the man, his ever efficient consciousness not caring too much for more than the standard pleasantries necessary for diplomacy. He did not speak, but the senator would undoubtedly hear him.

 

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"Indeed i do." Celteo spoke, a youthful smirk cocked sideways upon his innocent face. Motioning the man to follow, Celteo turned a quick one eighty and headed toward his office. "If you would follow me, Lord Antilles, we have much to discuss."

 

Celteo's step was high sprung, a hint of his training within the Taris Civil Authority very apparent. Like his father, Celteo had spent most of his youth in military boarding academies, and the last seven years in the service of the Taris military. He was no strategic genius, but he was a soldier through and through. Along their way, Celteo made a bit of small talk.

 

"As far as we go on a galactic scale, Taris has very little to offer to outsiders. We've made a few medical advancements and offer leisure retreats, but nothing of significance." Celteo spoke as he walked, his hands offering slight glimpses of Taris, both the oceanic view and it's metallic counterpart. "But now with the creation of my company, Lachlen Incorporated, i hope to change that. Which is why your untimely arrival brings me great hope."

 

Their business would go without interruption, mostly droids running about daily chores, a few Taris Civil Authority Watchmen combing the grounds, and his wife and kids going about schooling within the study. Turning left, Celteo waved a badge to a local security switch and stepped into his office. Pouring a glass of Tarisian Ale and offering the man a drink as well, Celteo looked out his viewport over the Tarisian Sea.

 

"Recently a long lost historical item was return to the Tarisian Museum of History for our Old Republic exhibit, the Muur Talisman to be precise. I am certain you know of it's history. But if i am mistaken, it is said to be the origin of the Rakghoul disease, a powerful Sith Artifact."

 

Taking a few sips from his glass, Celteo allows this news to sink in, allowing the knowledge to ferment.

 

"Too powerful for the Citizens of Taris to be around. Too powerful for even our government forces to oppose. So i had a team excavate the Sith Academy as well looking for other artifacts of equal power. But this is not my proposal. I wish to return the artifacts to the Sith philosophy, to get them off this planet and away from the Citizens i protect."

 

Celteo again allows the information to soak in, but as Lord Antilles knew well, nothing comes without a price.

 

"But the people of Taris will want something in return as they always do, greed a natural part of the mortal heart. And with my plans for my company to bring in revenue for this planet, it is likely the Empire or Republic rebels will likely try to bully our independent planet into their control. So in return for the return of your religious relics, i ask an alliance between Taris and the Sith be made. We remain independent via your forces, and your relics are returned."

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The information was soaked up by the assiduous mind of the sith lord, his interested piqued at the mention of the Murr Talisman. It was true that this item had been used in years past to cripple Taris. All in all, the offer was decent, but the true value of the situation had to be taken into consideration. The people had uncovered a cure for the disease which perhaps lessened the attractiveness of the item. Still, it could be twisted for other uses”¦

 

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"Understood." Celteo replied, his hand motioning to his private comm unit. After a few orders were issued, Celteo turned to look back upon Lord Antilles. "Done. Within a manner of hours, the transport will arrive at Kamino as requested.

 

And indeed, within hours, numerous Sith relics were brought aboard a Lachlen Incorporated transport ship. Among those relics were Sith Armor, a holocron of Revan's assualt on the Taris Academy, and other numerous relics of precious value to the Sith Order. The only thing that remained was the Muur Talisman which was timely brought forth to Celteo's estate and presented to Lord Antilles just as the transport left for Kamino.

 

"There is one other thing. It is more a request rather than part of the negotiations." Celteo spoke, taking a seat behind his desk and viewing upon his children as they now played near the coast. "I've been told that training in the Force is required to possess the knowledge of a lightsaber. I wish to possess such knowledge if at all possible. Do you know of someone willing to train me?"

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"I can't think of anyone offhand, though I'm sure they are out there. Thank you for your cooperation. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be off."

 

The sith held the talisman in his hand, felt its power, and then departed the planet with the artifact gripped tightly in his hand.

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Celteo watched as the Sith left his office, the young senator reaching beneath his desk and dragging out a solumn tube with several hoses connected to it. Grabbing a lighter from his pocket, Celteo took a few long drags off the Grey Gabaki spice which was placed in the bowl of the contraption before placing it back to where he had gotten it from. Laying back, Celteo took a few moments to cut loose before contacting his secretary and sending off two secured communication messages.

 

Within moments, they were sent and he could relax with little worry.

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((Legit Double Post))

 

Celteo takes a long puff of his pipe, letting it inhale deeply. With a sudden jump, he dashes off leaving his pipe on his table, an idea suddenly having struck him. Within moments, several secure comms were sent off to unknown planets. Looks like something interesting was about to happen.

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The Black Sun training shuttle emerged from hyperspace over Taris. It was well disguised and after a bit of waiting breezed through customs.

 

It landed on the surface of the planet, and the pilot shooed the new agents out the door, it was time for a little alone time for him. A good nap wouldn't hurt anything...

 

When the agents left the docking bay they were met by a shadowy figure.

 

"Greetings trainees, let me show you to your targets..."

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Due to the recent Imperial and Republic activity, Tarisian security measures had been beefed up. Celteo, Senator and the largest buisnessman upon the city filled planet took no chances in the event that the Empire or Republic chose to set their eyes upon his planet.

 

So unexpectedly, after the vessel was allowed through customs, Tarisian Security Forces dressed in casual clothing tailed the newcomers. Not that they knew anything about their reasons to come here or who they may have been, only that they remain suspicious of any newcomers.

 

So naturally, as their meeing took place, Sgt. Mable Heratio stepped forward and revealed himself to the bunch.

 

"By order of Senator Celteo and the Tarisian Security Forces, i order you to state your business here."

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The hooded figure nodded and presented his ID to the man. And bowed. He pulled back his hood revealing the weathered facade of Agent Horatio Allister.

 

"I am here by the orders of Black Sun to lead a scouting mission of sorts for several targets that may be within Tarisian space, my apologies for the interruption."

 

He gestured to the recruits, "These are fresh recruits who were in need of training, as such I have led them here to train. As far as I know Black Sun has not had many dealings here."

 

((Yikes didn't know you were still around...hehehe, I will depart and leave your thread alone if need be.))

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Blackstone was unceremoniously shooed out of the shuttle, and no sooner had he looked around, then he noticed several things: The shuttle door closed behind him, several security guards approached him and a dark figure emerged from the shadows.

 

He paused as he was addressed by both the guard and the shadowy figure. Unsure what to do, he nodded toward the security guards and paused to consider the matter. After a moment of silence, Blackstone looked up.

 

Mind racing with excuses, alibis and lies to cover up his work with Black Sun, he stood in silence as the hooded figure explained the situation calmly. Blackstone nodded again to confirm Horatio's statement. Apparently he knew what he was doing. While feeling a little confused by the recent changes of events in his life, Blackstone did know this: As time passed, Blackstone's involvement in Black Sun was only becoming deeper.

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"I see." The middle aged Sergeant's brow raised as he looked about the bunch, but handed the man back his ID. "We Tarisians aren't too keen about outsiders. But i don't see any reason you can't take your men and train in our lower levels- as long as you and men don't cause too much of a ruckus."

 

He turns to walk away, but stops mid turn before turning back to the Agent. "Though a few credits may help your cause.." He chuckles briefly. "If you know what i mean."

 

Sgt. Mable Heratio wasn't a greedy man, but he always sought to make a few extra credits. His wife, after all, thought she came from Noble blood and was often purchasing unneeded clothing and accessories. So some money to blow at the local Cantina was a blessing in it's own right.

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Horatio smiled, "Where are my manners officer? Of course I do need to pay the docking fees...."

 

He withdrew a large credit chip and handed it to the man, "I believe this should cover the costs...."

 

A very large amount, and enough to buy anything he wanted within reason or necessity.

 

Horatio gestured to the recruits and the boarded the turbolift to the lowest levels of the Tarisian city. The place where lowlife thrived in earnest. Where they would find a their targets.

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Blackstone raised an eyebrow as he saw Horatio bribe the guard. Interesting system they had.

 

He followed the others in silence, giving an occasional nod as they went to the lower levels of the city.

 

"So..." piped up Michelle "Some weather, huh?"

 

"Not exactly an appropriate remark considering that there's no daylight here" observed Blackstone, looking around the undercity. "Unless you mean that odor wafting from- "

 

"Shut up, you two" Jason remarked flatly, looking forward. Maintaining his professional appearance, he stepped along, looking forward in a determined manner as they continued to follow Horatio.

 

"So... Horatio? Sir?" Blackstone asked, stepping ahead to the man they were following. "Where are we headed? Are there any other details regarding this mission we should be aware of yet?

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Khedryn watched as Horatio paid the man a very large sum of money and figured this was Black Sun's standard operating procedure for staying out of public eye.

 

He walked with his two new recruits and carried on a menial conversation with them to further acquaint himself with them. He figured knowing as much as he could about the agents and forming as much of a bond as he could was necessary for the mission.

 

"So Mitt'res is it okay for me to just call you Tress? It rolls off the tongue better. Oh and you can just call me Blur. It's an old nickname that has grown on me." Khedryn said with a dry laugh.

 

"If it makes it easier for you sir then it's fine." The man replied. He seemed to be a man of few words, but Khedryn hoped that he was a man of action.

 

The younger man spoke up,

 

"Why do they call you Blur?"

 

Khedryn turned his attention to the man and said,

 

"I have unnaturally fast reaction time when it comes to piloting. I can pilot vessels that normally need two crew members. It's a gift that has helped me many times."

 

The younger man just nodded and retuned his attention to the journey through the scum-riddled lower levels. The streets, or more appropriately alleys, were very poorly lit. Garbage was strewn about and the smell of disease lingered in the air. Rodents scurried across the alley at the presence of the group. A few residents also got away from the group when they saw their arrival.

 

They are probably used to newcomers meaning death and destruction.

 

Khedryn continued to follow behind Horatio and the others as they walked through the alleys. he was beginning to feel more and more uneasy about this as they went. He never was one for direct fighting and that was all this mission would be.

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They walked for some time through the dank and dark of the deep undercity. It was at that moment when it felt like they had been walking through endless miles of rubble, prostitutes, mercenaries, thugs, and gang members when they were approached by another cloaked dark figure.

 

"The targets have been spotted in the undercity, we must take out her guards and teach the royalty here not to tour the undercity. We must teach them the meaning of fear."

 

Horation nodded, and they started out again.

 

"Let's roll boys!"

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Blackstone suppressed a grin at the obvious cliche, and nodded solemnly.

 

"Very well, sir, Horatio, sir.... How and where should we roll?"

 

Blackstone grimaced at his last statement. He was certainly not doing his best at making a good impression on his new commanders.

 

Blackstone took his place back in the group of people following Horatio. Stopping for the first time, he observed his surroundings. Devoid of the light of day, it presented a dark, gloomy countenance to all who visited it. Blackstone realized why the undercity of Taris was where Black Sun would deal with such missions. The unpleasant element, thick, musty air and gloomy citizens all contributed to the darkness of the city. Blackstone instinctively kept his guard up, surveying his surroundings and keeping an eye on his group.

 

"Creepy" muttered Michelle. Jason rolled his eyes and sighed. "Well, I mean, it is" Michelle responded. She shuffled toward the center of the group, wide eyes surveying the new surroundings.

 

Jason walked up to Blackstone "Sir", he addressed him "I know you and... her" he nodded his head in disdain toward the naive Michelle, "... are... well... new at this. Be mindful of your surroundings, but don't concentrate on them. You only look conspicuous." he muttered. Blackstone nodded, trying to appear natural. Michelle overheard this and sputtered, standing straight and looking forward. "Sorry" she squeaked.

 

Jason let out another sigh.

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The hooded man smiled slightly and beckoned them forward. He conversed briefly with Horatio, then looked over his shoulder at the group. He did not have a high opinion of new agents.

 

"And....here we are."

 

The agents now saw what appeared to be a young girl of around 14 or 15 examining a crashed speeder, with four large men holding weapons who appeared to be guarding her.

 

"Kill the men, Tavelon take the right two, Khedryn, take the left two. Leave the girl unharmed."

 

((Basically both of you make a killshot on the enemies.))

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Khedryn instinctively reached for his DL-44 strapped to his thigh, slung low just the way he liked. The cold handle fit perfectly in Khedryn's hand and he quickly withdrew the weapon. He brought the barrel up and aimed it in the general direction of the armed guards. Before he squeezed the trigger, he gave orders to his two troopers.

 

"hey you two get behind those dumpsters and cover my ass. I'm gonna need it!" khedryn yelled out at the two.

 

As soon as his men went to take cover Khedryn let out a volley of blasterfire. The searing bolts sizzled past the armed guards, many of them harmlessly flying overhead. Khedryn heard one of the men let out a yell, but he wasn't sure if it was a hit or a battlecry. The return of blaster bolts flying at him caused him to think he hadn't made a hit, or at least not a fatal one.

 

Khedryn quickly dropped to the ground and yelled at his men to return blasterfire. As the guards became distracted from the Black Sun Agents, he took a moment to concentrate and scope out a guard. He got the head of one in his sight and took a moment before he fired. He took a deep breath and the gently pulled back on the trigger.

 

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Blackstone tried to look inconspicuous, making his way forward slowly in the shadows toward the crashed speeder. Flanked by Jason and Michelle, he was advancing steadily when Khedryn opened fire. Not having time to communicate with the other group, he quickly ordered his agents to assume a firing position.

 

Blackstone's eyes darted over the street, quickly taking in the commotion before he ducked into an alleyway. The flashes from the blasterfire lighted the dim street, and Blackstone blinked as his eyes adjusted. He looked over to see that Jason and Michelle had taken refuge by a doorway and a parked speedbike respectively. He made eye contact with Jason, who looked as if he knew what to do.

 

"Take out the tall one!" Blackstone muttered into his comlink. Jason nodded, as if expecting the order, and proceeded to bide his time while waiting for an opportunity to open fire.

 

Michelle on the other hand was not faring so well. The speedbike provided poor cover, and she crawled slowly to the wall, inching toward a dumpster. Blackstone tried to contact her, but she appeared not to have heard. Trying to make eye contact, Blackstone gave a small wave. Apparantly, she was startled by the sudden firefight. Blackstone slid up the alleyway, coming toward the corner. He pulled out a DeathHammer blaster pistol slowly, easing up to the corner. Blackstone threw a rock across the street through the window of a small diner, shattering it. Taking a deep breath, he whipped around the corner, taking aim at the second guard, and squeezed the trigger.

 

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