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Bothawui

 

Astrographical Information

Region: Mid Rim

Sector: Bothan Sector

System: Both System

Orbital Position: 4

Moons: 3

Grid Coordinates: R-6

 

Physical Information

Class: Terrestrial

Atmosphere: Type 1 Breathable

Primary Terrain: plains, mountains, urban, forests

Points of Interest: Drev’starn (capital), Bothawui shipyards

 

Societal Information

Indigenous Species: Bothans

Immigrated Species: humans

Primary Language(s): Bothese, Galactic Basic

Faction Affiliation: neutral

 

Defense Rating: level 4

 

JediRP Canon History: Bothawui is the home planet of the Bothans, a people known for brilliance and scheming. It is a major galactic trade center. It is governed by a ruling council of 18 Bothans. Industrial espionage and sabotage are common, along with assassinations.

 

Several years ago, Bothawui was nuked by a clan of vicious communist Ewoks. The Bothans, working with KVC Enterprises, worked hard to reclaim and restore their world, and succeeded, save for a small area around where the nuclear weapons originally fell. The Ewoks again attempted to nuke the planet, but this time failed (they had forgotten to load the Uranium PU 32 Explosive Space Modular).

 

Eventually, the highly-trained Covert Insurgency Warfare Corps of the Bothan Consortium came face-to-face with their greatest challenge: a vicious Sith attack lead by Darth Quietus. The Sith slaughtered many Bothans and then vanished into space again.

 

Years later, Jedi Grandmaster Kirlocca and his apprentice Ads-Gop Flif were present on Bothawui when the governor of Drev’starn was assassinated. As they, along with a disguised Master Kitt Fitt, investigated, the Jedi Council met for an historic decision—Master Kirlocca was to be temporarily banished from the Jedi Order for cutting Qaela’s children off from the Force.

 

Recently, Bothawui fell under a vicious attack by the Black Sun.

 

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

"When in doubt, Get the Hell out!!!"

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Below the surface of Bothawui's capitol city, lies a hidden complex, housing a vast array of the latest in communications gear, ciphers and decoding equipment, intelligence analysis units, and just about every kind of toy that someone in the covert game of information trafficking could ever want. No one gets in or out of this complex without the explicit consent and knowledge of the Consortium Leader, Traest Kre'fey, or the knowledge of anyone else amongst the staff. There are no direct routes to or from the surface city, and there are no monitoring or recording devices allowed to either enter, or leave, the complex.

 

In effect, this place is an electronic lockbox, cloaked in mystery to all but the most trusted few.

 

But at this point in time, Kre'fey was slightly worried. He had heard that some trouble was brewing on Sullust; his operative there had not reported back for some time, so he likely had encountered trouble of some kind. But as he contemplated this turn of events, a communications tech handed him an intercept. As he read the contents, Traest's furry face broke into a grin from ear to ear: the Rebel Alliance had taken Cardia in a descisive engagement.

 

Taking comfort in this new direction, Kre'fey awaited the arrival of his new operatives...

Be wary what you don't see, for what you don't know can hurt you...

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A non-descript Z-95 Headhunter enters the space above Bothawui and the female Clawdite at the controls sends a coded message to the authorities below. Permission granted to land, the Myst comes down onto one of the many landing pads around the city. The pilot exits the craft and locks it down before disappearing into the shadows of a large building. Sticking to the shadows, the shape-shifter effectively disappears as she makes her way towards the complex, vanishing from view as she enters it.

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The astute Bothan enters the atmosphere of his home planet. A sigh escapes his lips as he has not been to Bothawui for years.

 

The beckoning of his information agency was nothing to pull against. As his YT-1300 lands on the pad in the capital city his thoughts run over the many command codes he would need to enter the covert structure that was his home base.

 

He shuddered at the amount of information running through the databases below his feet. Brushing his hand over the brown fur a top his elongated head. It had been a while since he'd made his way to this sector of Bothawui. He wondered if he'd be recognized and/or accepted.

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Yen's X-wing came down from space, it was fairly large and altered so that it could fit two people. His life, long but good had been focused on eavesdropping, hell he just did it a few hours ago. Yen blew the smoke away from the cancer stick stuck in his mouth. His apperance was dirty, he looked like a bum naturally, but didn't think that way, he could manipulate people he could bend every rule and still have people bow to him, it was great.

 

Landing on the pad, Yen walked into the complex, nodding to the others as the cloud of smoke that usually surrounded him disapated into the atmosphere. He strolled down the hall, aiming for the room that his boss, Traest Kre'fey, was located in.

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OOC: Its never this easy to get to the complex, for future reference...

 

IC:

Traest watched intently as the first trio of operatives arrived on-world. Covert camera droids were watching every step the trio took, and Kre'fey waited with bated breath for all three of them to arrive in certain spots at the same time. He didn't have to wait long...

 

After five minutes, Traest pushed a button on his console, and the three monitors before him showed three figures: a Bothan, a Clawdite, and a human, all descending suddenly into trap doors. From another monitor, he tracked the descent of the three operatives, and after another three minutes, a clanking noise was heard as three doors opened in his office ceiling. His operatives had arrived...

 

"Welcome to Bothawui, lady and gentlemen," Traest said with a grin.

Be wary what you don't see, for what you don't know can hurt you...

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Sara landed ungracefully in a heap on the floor, quickly rolling to a defensive position, her eyes watchful.

 

"Welcome to Bothawui, lady and gentlemen"

 

She straightened up still wary, looking to the Bothan who spoke and noticing the other two that had arrived in the same manner as she had.

 

"Not the best entrance I've ever made"

 

She commented softly.

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He walked silently forward, away from the entrance that he had come in. He noticed another one of his comrade's step in a defense position, and then looked over at her again. Some people, never can figure out what their doing.

 

"Hello, as with the entrance you probably already know my name."

 

Yen kept moving forward until he was at his boss's desk, and shoved his hand inside his pocket, getting out a cigarette, he lit it up with a small Force trick he learned on Naboo. There was a small burst and then it lit on fire as he shoved the butt of it in his mouth. He looked back to Kre'fey.

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OOC: Sorry for the delay

 

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Traest smiled as the first two of his members arrived and introduced themselves. His third man seemed to have been stuck somewhere, and with a few strokes to his keypad, three repair droids and a medical robot were dispatched to dislodge the hapless Bothan.

 

The Clawdite before him composed herself well, and with a certain elegance that the Consortium Leader admired. Even as she ascended to her feet and dusted herself off (rather uncerimoniously), she had a certain grace about her.

 

His second man was quite different. Obviously, he was able to use the Force, and he wasn't afraid to show off with it. Though Traest preferred that he not demonstrate it with parlor tricks such as these...

 

"Lets get one thing straight," he said in a low growl. "There's no smoking in here. Equipment that is worth ten times what you are is being stored here, and lets just say that it is rather sensitive to the stuff." As the man extinguished his smoke, the Bothan leaned back in his chair.

 

"I've got a mission for both of you, if you can handle it."

 

With a keen eye on each of his operatives' faces, Kre'fey opens a drawer, and extracts two files, one for Yen, and one for Sara. They contain the mission profile, taylored for each of their abilities, along with a one-hour touch-activated disintigration fuse.

 

"If you successfully bring about this mission, you will each recieve 400,000 credits. But it is a highly dangerous one; if you are caught, there will be no rescue. I don't care how you do it, though -- through intrigue and guile, or guns blazing -- just get it done."

 

((OOC: Check your PMs, guys...))

Be wary what you don't see, for what you don't know can hurt you...

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Yen bowed to his boss, and moved forward to Sara.

 

"I'm going to Coruscant, I will take a stab there. You can come with me, or go another way if you like."

 

Rui nodded to her, moving out of the office, and back to the hanger. He entered into his ship, powering it up and sliding on his helmet. The droid beeped, and came alive, as he fingered for another cigarette, as he lit it, his ship took off from Bothawui.

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She nodded to the boss as she took her mission file and scanned it, looked like an interesting mission alright. She had heard the stories about this mob and had seen the holonet.

 

She nodded to Yen in agreement, Coruscant would be a good place to start.

 

"Meet you there"

 

With another nod to the boss she strode out, making her way back to her ship. Checking to make sure she had everything she needed equipment wise and for tracking devices she lifted off, destination Coruscant...

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OOC: It should be noted that unless you have direct dealings with this faction, its a veritable sin to even read this thread...

 

IC:

Traest smiled to himself as his employees left to fulfill his assignment. It would not be an easy one, to be sure, but if his operatives could survive it, they would do well in the future. Already, the Bothan leader began to brood on new schemes -- certain acquisitions needed to be made, and beings needed to be contacted. Also, Kre'fey needed to get his tendrils around another information source, someone in the private sector that could really get him some inside stuff.

 

But first, he had to find him.

 

***

 

A hyperspace bouy winked into existance above Bothawui. This probe was expected, and it was soon brought down via tractor beam to handlers on the ground, where it was escorted under heavy armed guard to a relay station above the Consortium complex. From there, another Bothan agent tucked the still-encoded contents of the probe (which was immediately disintegrated) into his bonded attache case. After several minutes of twists and turns, the man was admitted into the outer corridors, where an insider took over the package.

 

Eventually, the decoded transmission was handed to Kre'fey, who scowled at the results.

 

"The Empire has been busy," was all he said.

 

Given what was going on at Coruscant at that very moment (you can't keep a mass Imperial exudus secret, y'know), Traest could only surmise one thing -- the Empire was transitioning itself to Sullust -- and now Coruscant was free to be liberated once again. But before he could forward this vital information to the Rebellion, something else needed to happen...

Be wary what you don't see, for what you don't know can hurt you...

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Finding his way back to his old stomping grounds Malit put in his own personal identification codes. To his surprise he was granted admittance to the compound. Two large Bothans stood guard, no doubt elite special forces personel.

 

To the Bothans surprise the compound was much the same as it had been when he'd left. He knew his way around surprisingly well. Rubbing his hands together in anticipation, he neared the main information room. Many secrets of the galaxy worth trillions of credits were stored or transmitted through here.

 

He looked for his old friend Traest.

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"Malit? Malit! Come in, old friend!"

 

Beckoning the Bothan into his office with a wave of his furry arm, Traest greeted his new second. His other operatives were still away and busy with their own missions, but he would only trust Malit Kraest with the most important one of all -- finding out where the Imperials had regrouped upon their evacuation of Coruscant. The two men exchanged plesantries for quite a while before they finally got down to business.

 

"The Empire is up to no good, Malit, this I can feel. They have established themselves on Sullust, but that can't be their main base. I need you to find out where they have set up shop..."

 

Traest then handed his friend the particulars on the mission.

Be wary what you don't see, for what you don't know can hurt you...

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"Anything that I may do for the cause old friend" Malit said accepting the plans.

 

An exaggerated bow followed, and when Malit raised up from the bow he let out a howl of laughter. Quickly shaking Traets hand, he said "I won't let you down old friend."

 

Departing the conference chamber he and Traest were in, Malit made his was to the hangar to access one of the many ships that the consortium possessed. This of course a Kitana fighter recently captured by a ground of rogue bandits whom the Bothans then bought it off of.

 

Checking the codes with current imperial database read outs Malit was satisfied with the fact that he would be able to pentrate imperial defenses as one of their own. His main worry was when he doned the imperial flight suite. Aside from his helmut he also applied a chemical mask which gave him the look of an ordinary human. Brown hair, green eyed. The mask could be ripped off, but he hoped it would not come to that.

 

It was imperitive that he blend in on Sullust in order that he may find where a true imperial stronghold lie. Generally indifferent to the goings on about the galaxy, Malit did this souly for Bothawui. The highest bidder would be able to decide whom the information when gathered would go to. With ID tags in hand and ship powered up the Bothan took off from the main spaceport and set coordinates for Sullust.

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  • 3 weeks later...

A single mischance and horribly bad judgment parsecs away are about to have devistating consequences for the unfortunate Bothans on this distant and remote planet.

 

Over the captial city of Bothawui, the citizens are happy and carefree- the empire and rebels wars distant and not of immediate concern. The petty conflicts are removed from their day to day affairs. Nothing bad could come of them. Really. Truly. Even something as insignifigant as a Nastarine retalitory attack for a dismantled probe droid should have no bearing what so ever on this world's peace.

 

Of course, fate is not always kind. Who would think that a band of rabid, communist Ewoks would try launching their world devistating weapon of destruction against a simple transport. Then when the Taepodong 2 Hyperspace missile shot into the aether of its namesake, randomly flying through the spirals of the galaxy, what would the odds be it would, in following its programing, pull out and smite the first large gravity source it came across with its nuclear fires, chose an inhabited, thriving world like Bothawui?

 

The exact odds are 1:666,666,666.

 

Today, it would be as if God Himself has foresaken the whole world, turning away with studied indifference on this jewel.

 

Today, Bothawui is about to become Hell on Earth.

 

A young female Bothan child is out in a field picking flowers in the wild, lush country outside the capital city. She bends down to pick one and in her tiny, delicate hands, picks off the petals. LBJ in his campaigns against Goldwater, in galaxy far, far away into the distant future, couldn't have asked for a better model.

 

10...

 

The missile pulls from orbit.

 

9....

 

Zooming at the fastest possible sublight speed, it races through defenses, ships, and surpasses even the abilities of the sensors to pick up.

 

8...

 

The poor unfortunates with only seconds left in their short, tragic lives might see a bright streak rapidly falling from the heavens.

 

7...

 

The missile clears the atmosphere, it's deadly payload activating

 

6....

 

The first sense of something hidiously wrong registers on all concerned.

 

5....

 

The Taepodong 2 Missile activates in mid air.

 

4...

 

A blinding flash spreads across the sky, covering the whole hemisphere.

 

3...

 

The little girl looks up, blinded by this brilliant explosion. She unconsciously still picks the petals, watching a brilliant ultraviolet and blue fireball shoot out.

 

2...

 

The capital city is practically atomized from the force of the explosion, which would leave a crator over a three and a half miles deep into the bedrock over the former city. The girl Bothan screams as her face starts to melt off.

 

1...

 

The petals, scattered to the wind, distintigrate.

 

The mushroom cloud drawn by this explosion can be seen from the other end of the system. The whole planet shakes and rumbles as radiation bursts to ooze over the four corners of the globe. Those who would live would face an exponentially rising cancer rate, severe burns, and wallow in grief and despair. The EMP shockwave takes out electronics on the whole planet for an hour, causing chaos and destruction even on the other side of the shattered rock.

 

In the aftermath, hours later, when the smoke has cleared, nothing remains. Miraculously, a few scattered survivors ((Namely: Any PCs in this thread and about say.... 2 dozen others total)) endured the blast, escaping unharmed. Miraculously? On this day?

 

No, it was a cruel jest from an uncaring universe. In the absolute and total destruction, far, far better to have perished than live on in this irradiated and red tinged wasteland. The vast dust thrown into the air has a sickly, crimson tinge, akin to the red banner of China of the Soviet Union. Bothawui would be in for an ice age, destroying those who might survive the initial dose of radiation.

 

One survivor, covered in horrible, glowing scars and not long for this world due to the irradiated wounds, sinks to his knees and lets out a cry, a howl, a soul tearing wail of total despair as everything he knew and loved vanished beyond recall in some tragic, unforeseen event, metted out by an uncaring universe whose chill surpasses even the poetry of Stephen Crane.

 

The nuclear holocaust had struck- not out of intended malice against the Bothans per say- but out of a terrible mischance. Woe unto Bothawui and woe unto those who would live in the wake of such tragedy. Over half a world was annihilated, billions perished, and the ecosystem damaged beyond recall. To those who lived, only their grief, and a sense of wonder and questioning- screaming to God "Why?", inevitably leading to vengence is left to them.

 

((Here's the scoop: Any PCs left, you're alive and unharmed, but need to vacate before radiation poisoning finishes you off. You have the clothes on your back and maybe about a half dozen others surviving in that hemisphere. Everything else- gone in the blast.

 

Have a nice day! ))

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  • 2 weeks later...

The devastation was on a scale never before seen in the long history of the Bothan homeworld; the southern hemisphere was a wasteland of radioactive ruin, fit for little more then a massive cemetery. The Consortium complex, however, was nestled under a continent in the northern latitudes of Bothawui, and had thusly escaped the destruction that had been wrought by the misfired Ewok missile.

 

In the aftermath of the disaster, the surviving members of the Bothan Clan Council had met; many wanted to declare ar'krai, or a war of extermination, against the Ewoks, but partly at the urging of Kre'fey, and mostly because the world was in such disarray, the cause was not taken up. However, it was decided then that the task of reclaiming the world from the cataclysm would need outside help. The call to KVC Enterprises, who had revitalised the Wookiee homeworld of Kashyyyk, was made; the Terra-Titans would do what the Bothans could not.

 

In the meantime, Traest had decided to redouble his efforts to stake a name for himself in the galaxy. His agents were still about -- it was doubtful they even knew of the predicament that had befallen them -- but he needed them back. After tracking them down, he issued the recall notices. This wasn't the only thing going on, however; though ar'krai had not been declared, there was a strong movement in the Clan Council to repay the Ewoks for what they had done. The Bothans began to rebuild their military, slowly, but steadily; the shipyards were still intact, for the most part, so everything could be built in-house. In addition, information-gathering techniques and technologies were being developed at a fever pitch; including, but not limited to: interstellar probe-droids, planetary scouting automatons, personal stealth devices, silent weaponry, and advanced stealth, hacking, sabotage, and subjugation techniques.

 

In time, the Bothans would have a ready corps of specially-trained infiltration agents, capable of doing all manner of covert missions.

Be wary what you don't see, for what you don't know can hurt you...

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The Myst appears over the Bothan homeworld and Sara takes in the devastation from above. It's terrifying to behold what the Ewoks were capable of.

 

Entering the atmosphere she keyed in a set of co-ordinants and broadcasted on a special frequency of her intention to land. She headed to the northern sector and began landing procedures.

 

Once landed she headed towards one of the buildings...

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As he oversees the training of his new agents, called from all over the galaxy, monitors in his office tell Traest Kre'fey that one of his top agents has returned from the field As they watch her progress through the city, a trap door opens under the operative.

 

Gets 'em every time, the Bothan chuckled to himself.

 

Within thirty seconds, the tube under the trapdoor carries the agent down and into Kre'fey's office. She lands gracefully, and the Bothan leader turns to her, ready to explain things.

 

"The Clan Council is champing at the bit to go after the Ewoks for what they've done," he stated matter-of-factly. "I can't say I don't blame them, though if they're capable of this, we can't expect to simply waltz onto Endor and wipe them out. We Bothans haven't survived for this long by underestimating our enemies." The Bothan pushes a button on his desk, and a holoprojector embedded in the top surface comes to life. Clearly visible in the image is a small, winged object, which Kre'fey describes in detail.

 

"My mission for you is simple: go to the moon that the Ewoks call home, and release this device. You don't have to be in orbit for the thing to work; you can hide behind the planetary body and release it. The scouting drone is small enough to escape detection, and is smart enough to avoid any standard defensive system that they are likely to use, and operates off of a special frequency that they will not be able to intercept or jam. Its the pride of our technology, but its nothing compared to what the techs are cooking up with as we speak..."

 

((OOC: RP as the drone once you release it. After about two or three quality posts, you should be able to get total information awareness for their defenses. This is not "fire and forget" tech -- yet.))

Be wary what you don't see, for what you don't know can hurt you...

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In the space over Bothawui, ships of every description flitted about over the northern hemisphere. Many beings had answered the call of the Consortium, placed through discreet channels to some of the most remote systems of the galaxy. Though their pay was to be considerable, the new initiates would not be trained, or thought of in any way, as mercenaries. This was to be a professional army through and through, and once established, they would do their leaders, and the Galaxy, proud.

 

The first batch of one thousand beings, an assemblage of mostly Bith, Ryn, Bothan, and human men and women, had arrived within a week. Mostly from the Corporate Sector, the Outer Rim, and the Tiom Hegemony, they had all proven their compliance with certain intellectual standards before having made the trip, and once they were settled onto their new home (for all of five minutes), the physical training began. Their first major test would be to assist in containing and eliminating the radiation that still plagued the southern hemisphere in preparation for the KVC Terra-Titans, with the aid of radiation-proofed suits. The training part was that the suits, normally very heavy affairs due to the extensive shielding necessary to prevent damage to organic tissue, would have no repulsorlift aid.

 

For a whole standard month, the task would continue, pausing only for the trainees to be evacuated from the contaminated zone long enough to ingest nutrients and get whatever sleep their species needed. In the case of the Bith, this was unecessary, though they did recieve their food rations. The work was very hard and strenuous, and became increasingly demanding as the men progressed deeper into the CZ, but they refused to give up, and were eventually joined by even more applicants to the Consortium. Slowly, but steadily, the work dragged on...

In the darkness we may lurk,

Ever eager for dirty work,

Try to find us if you dare,

But danger lurks, be warned, beware!

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Recalled from his unfruitful mission Malit descends through atmosphere to the main information compound.

 

Another mission had taken president over his current. With recent galactic events as they were, there wouldn't be much need for his former mission in any case.

 

The Sandy brown haired Bothan entered the compound proper access codes and all. grooming his hair atop his head as he strolled down the hulls whisteling an old show tune, younger recruits seemed to take an eye to the old veteran.

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The doors had opened for Malit without question, and the security cameras seemed to smile at the male Bothan as he strode down the sterile corridors. In his office, Traest Kre'fey continued to monitor the progress of the CIW trainees; their tasks were proving very successful, but much remained to be done in this respect. But many other things could be done in the meantime, and Kre'fey's old friend Kraest would help him to carry them out. Striding confidently forward to meet his right-hand man at the entrance, the Consortium leader smiled and offered a drink.

 

"Greetings, Malit! I am glad you have come, I have an important task for you!"

 

It no longer mattered that Malit had been unable to accomplish his task; in any case, recent technological developments had rendered the matter moot, it was now a question of utilizing their new tech properly. After leading Kraest into the room, shutting the door and sealing it with bugproofers, he began to outline the recent events in great detail. The recent catastrophe, the aftermath and change in focus of the Consortium, and finally, his new task.

 

"I consider this operation of the highest priority, my friend. Take what you need, but keep it silent; we don't need any undue attention. My agents will contact them with a meeting place, but I need you to be there for them." The Bothan handed his friend a plain manila envelope containing everything he needed to know to carry out the mission, including background gained on the contact, through discreet probes conducted by Consortium researchers.

Be wary what you don't see, for what you don't know can hurt you...

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With a shake of hands and short pleasantries, the two Bothans left the room. The manila envelope, though low tech was Malits favorite method of receiving information. He prefered to keep it low tech.

 

The envelope could be seen no more though as Malit had tucked it secretly in his overcoat. A small flick of the wrist and nobody had been the wiser to his actions. Making his way for the armory he equipped himself with a small repeating blaster. Standard operating procedure dictated agents must arm themselves lightly whenever they were to embark on a mission.

 

The doors opened as a brisk wind caught the white tuft of fur atop the Bothans head. He sighed as again he began to slick the tuft back into position. Commandeering one of the small Bothan ships--standard issue-- he took off for parts beknownst only to himself and a few others.

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Traest watched as his old friend left the the assigned task. With nothing more to do at this time since his other agents had not yet reported back in, the Bothan leader returned to monitoring the CIW trainees. In addition to the gruelling process of removing the radioactive material from the ground and water, several dozen specially-equipped and -modified atmospheric cargo vessels were clearing the skies of the southern hemisphere of radioactive particles. Like the ground work, the process was a demanding one.

 

By now, many strong leaders had emerged out of the thousand beings initially recruited into the CIW corps. About two hundred and fifty had shown leadership traits worthy of the position of quint-leader thus far; and in another incident, when one of the atmosphere-cleaners had nearly crashed, several beings worthy of being quartermasters had proven themselves. In other, isolated incidents, about fifteen of the trainees had been killed, with another twelve wounded in various ways. It was the cost of training a fighting force, though, and the families of those who had died were compensated, and to a lesser extent, so were the wounded.

 

After about three standard months, the task was finally finished. By the time it was done, fully two thousand men and women, of many species, had answered the Consortium's call, and had proven themselves to be worthy of further training. An incredible sense of comraderie had sprouted up amongst the many agent trainees, and every one of them had developed incredible stamina from the arduous, back-breaking work. It was something that had to be done, and the fact that they had been amply rewarded for their succeess made them forever loyal to the Bothan Consortium.

 

Now everything depended on the timely arrival of the Terra-Titans.

Be wary what you don't see, for what you don't know can hurt you...

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Sara nodded to Kre'fey as he gave his instructions for the next mission.

 

"Fair enough, but after this mission there's something I want to do. I'd like a leave of absence for an undisclosed time so that I can help the Deathstrikers rebuild. I want to help them. What SEED did to them was atrocious."

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Traest looked upon his operative knowingly, seeing that she had not yet understood why he had recalled her. But things would be made clear soon enough; it no longer mattered that her mission to Sanity's End had not played out. When Kre'fey spoke again, his voice was low, but understanding.

 

"You will find that you will not need to take a leave of absence to complete this mission, my good woman," he began with a dismissive wave. "In fact, I am making arrangements to bring the organisation here, to aid in the training of my CIW corps of agents. Once you complete the scouting of Endor, you will report back here, to take your place alongside them in the training courses. Our agents must have the absolute best teachers and mentors that the Galaxy has to offer."

 

The Bothan leader then handed Sara an additional device that would aid her greatly should trouble arise on her expedition to the Ewok's moon -- a hyperspace transceiver that would alert him to her exact position, and was essentially immune to jamming due to the encoding of its beam.

 

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With the main task of their physical training complete, the two thousand beings of the CIW corps were evacuated to quarters near the Complex, where they would be placed into quints and quarters, for the further training that was to begin once the merger of organisations was complete. In the meantime, the agents would be free, to a certain extent, to pursue some leisure time. However, due to the nature of the work that would be performed in the service of the corps, even this free time was strictly regulated. There would be no dabbling in recreational drugs of any kind, no one would be permitted to leave the world of Bothawui, and none of the trainees would be allowed to send letters home.

 

But other then these rather understandable restrictions, the men and women would be quite able to relax, if only to recover from the extremely strenuous work that had just been completed.

Be wary what you don't see, for what you don't know can hurt you...

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The clawdite nodded to Kre'fey and accepted the device.

 

"I'll look forward to the training. See you on my return."

 

Sara headed out of the building and zipped down a side street to a cafe to throw off any followers, if there were any. Ordering a caffa she kept an eye out for anyone suspicious. Finding no-one she returned to the Myst, checked for any hidden devices before lifting off and leaving the planet.

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A KVC Enterprises Lambda Class Shuttle arrives, sporting the company logo. A team of scientists and experts spread out and begin to evaluate the burned out hemisphere, surveying the nuclear damage.

 

Their findings show the following results:

 

1. The atmosphere has been cleaned to acceptable levels. Cancer rates across the planet will be 15% higher for the next 2 generations across the globe, increasing at a rate of 5% for every 1,000 miles you get from the hemisphere line towards ground zero.

 

2. The soil near ground zero and up to 666 miles out is irrevocably irradiated and cannot be worked with. Recommendations for sealing the area and maintaining a barrier of up to 1,000 miles to avoid more wind carried contamination. Suggestions made to re-emburse economic damages by creating an intergalactic garbage dump on the site (With this is a note from Kheldar himself: Sorry to hear about what befell you. This situaion was reported to me and I can offer my recommendations for this outcome- after all, one man's trash is another's treasure, and you'd be amazed what people are stupid enough to throw away).

 

3. The use of Terra-Titans is not advisable in this situation due to the radiation in the soil still. Current work and reconstruction and reconstruction would do more to aid the re-urbanization of the planet. The damaged eco-system can recover on its own, but time will be needed. Terra Titans could result in mutations with unknown consequences. Conventional progress will take up to a year, moving inward to sweep away the damage, but it is the safest means.

 

Considering the nature of the attack, Bothawui is more or less lucky. The damage is grave, but there will be a recovery. The hemisphere over ground zero is usable, save for the irradiated zone over where the nuclear bomb exploded, which has a half-life of, with top restoration efforts, 16 years or more realistically closer to 22 years. The planet has been altered, but should be restored to a semblence of normal life in a short time, barring the psychological damage and other factors caused by the loss of life.

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The monarch of madness has returned!

 

[Associate of the Illinois Mafia since March 2002.]

[2nd in Command of the Lords of Hate since March 2002.]

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Many months had passed since the scientists and factors of KVC Enterprises had paid their visit to Bothawui. Since the Terra-Titans would not work in this situation, they were not sent for; instead the Clan Council paid heed to the suggestions offered. The shock and other after-effects had served to unite the surviving populace quite nicely, and in the disaster's wake, everyone of able-bodied status banded together to build the ”œAdam wall”

Be wary what you don't see, for what you don't know can hurt you...

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