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((Actually, Mark commanded the entire battle of Coruscant through an NPC and was allowed to resist a Jedi's assault through the actions of NPCs.))

 

"I... huh... what the hell just happened?"

 

Somehow, Armiena had exited hyperspace far from her intended coordinates. She'd intended to join Aryian Darkfire and Ara-Lai Kaipi in flash assault on a major Sith fortress, but she had obviously... wound up far, far away from her objective. She very nearly froze when she saw the watery landscape of Mon Calamari outside the viewport of her heavily modified yacht... a very different vista from what she had expected. Taking a moment to view her control surfaces, it appeared that many of the experimental weapons that she had taken along to aid in the attack had mysteriously disappeared.

 

You better not be interfering... Armiena frowned and brushed the divinely wrought tattoo in the small of her back, wondering if the Chaos God Slaanesh was partly responsible for this...

 

"This is Jedi Master Armiena Draygo. I had... not intended to arrive here--long story--but how 'bout I help you folks boot these Imp slugs back to wherever wherever they came from?"

 

Turning the Ghost Breath into a corkscrew maneuver that was impressive for such a large ship, Armiena dove directly into a densely packed cloud of concussion missiles, the wings of her ship nearly scraping against the deadly hulls of the guided projectiles. Although the maneuver was incredibly reckless... and totally characteristic of the Jedi Master, it was a great testiment to her focus in the Force and piloting skill.

 

With a combination of ion cannon fire and a torrent of energy from her bow-mounted turret, Armiena succeeded in destroying or disabling every missile surrounding her craft with minimal damage to her shields.

 

"Ooh.... pretty." The voice of her onboard AI ooohed and ahhhed at the devastatingly beautiful array of explosions that flirted with the edges of her shields. And Armiena vaguely wondered how much effort it would take to have the voice modified...

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"Oh, you fool. I pity you." By leaving his escort in the midst of one of the Rebelion's most heavily fortified systems in the galaxy, the captain of the Interdictor Cruiser had just managed to get himself killed--not just himself, but his entire crew. There were dozens of ways that his ship could fall--a relentless bombardment from the Mon Cal cruisers, an onslaught of lasers and torpedos from the hundreds of snubfighters still left in space... just one of the Golans could handily reduce his ship to glowing scrap.

 

But I want that ship. And what I want...

 

"Sorry, General, but my ship's developed a bit of a... flutter in her... axial flux vent." Armiena grinned; there was no such thing as an axial flux vent. "I've decided that I want a new ride. I'll lead the way--have the fleet corps back me up."

 

Due to the incredible imbalance of fighter craft, Armiena was almost unchallenged until she reached striking distance of the Interdictor's meager arsenal of turbolasers and ion cannons, pathetic armanents compared to the multiple Cruisers and platforms that were converging to tear it to pieces. Approaching the vast vessel from its keel, the Jedi Master used the cover of an ion cannon bombardment to shield her assault.

 

Mere seconds before the Ghost Breath protruded into the Interdictor's main hangar, Armiena launched a pair of concussion missiles to cover her disembarkment. Aside from causing tremendous damage to the unshielded hangar and any snubfighters in reserve, the explosion sprayed debris to maim unarmored crew members and sent soldiers diving for cover.

 

And saturating the entire hangar with energy fire from its ample arsenal, the Ghost Breath arrived. For a few seconds, it merely hovered on the debris-littered floor, slewing from side to side and taking a brief moment to ensure a relatively safe deployment.

 

"Run or die. It doesn't matter much to me which you choose..."

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"Oh... you worthless, hut'uunla fracktards." Snug and relatively safe on board her Ghost Breath, Armiena Draygo was unaffected by the tactic in depressurizing the hangar and deactivating the magcon barrier. However, her armor, as powerful as it was, did not protect her from the cold void of vacuum, so she was incapable of a traditional assault on the bridge. Even though it was her aim to personally capture the Interdictor cruiser, she would settle for reducing much of the vessel to scrap.

 

She was a pragmatic woman.

 

"Captain, this is your last chance. Surrender your ship now, or die an very fast, painful death. I warn you: I'm not much for patience." This message she broadcasted without any form of encryption, knowing that the Imperials, if they were even remotely competent, would immediately pick up her message. Whether or not they paid it any heed depended on whether they had any interest in surviving this battle.

 

"General, I require an immediate ion cannon bombardment along the bow of the Imperial Interdictor... focused on the command superstructure.." This message was passed along Alliance battle frequencies, which were notoriously difficult to decrypt due to the ancient practice of constantly developing new encryption algorithms. It was an old practice that was inspired by the desperate time during the beginning of the Rebellion against Palpatine's New Order... due to the competence of the Imperial Navy, the Rebellion learned to fight very quickly.

 

Armiena abandoned her interior invasion of the Interdictor and instead dove back into the maelstrom of battle, thankfully covered by the overwhelming number of Rebel fighter squadrons. By now, the hopelessly outnumbered Imperial fighter contingent had been reduced to a mere handful of ships, giving the Interdictor plenty of targets to shoot at as the Ghost Breath coasted along the cruiser's hull.

 

With near perfect timing, a wave of azure ion bolts battered down the Interdictor's bow shields and disabled a great deal of the cruiser's weapons.

 

Armiena could only imagine the conversation in the bridge as the Ghost Breath twisted about the hull of the ship to race up the bow and suddenly leaped up towards the command superstructure.

 

"Intensify auxiliary shield power!"

 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" For no apparent reason, Armiena started screaming incomprehensibly.

 

"Too late!"

 

Naturally, though, Armiena wasn't crazy enough to ram her ship through the viewport of the bridge. Even if the Ghost Breath was capable of decelerating quickly enough to survive that maneuver without committing suicide, contact with the transparisteel viewport would inevitably scratch up the matte-black hull of the yacht. Vain or not, Armiena liked the recent paint job.

 

No, instead she just poured laser fire into the viewport of the bridge. The first two linked shots blew the thin barrier out completely... and the remainder of the shots were just overkill. The atmosphere in the bridge suddenly rushed out to follow the shards of the ruined viewport, accompanied by a trail of writhing bodies, which quickly exploded into crimson mist in the vacuum of space.

 

Armiena vaguely wondered if she had managed to kill the Imperial commander, as she had already swept past the Interdictor and was pouring laser fire into it vulnerable sublight engines. If he escaped in time to avoid her attack, he might be able to put up a decent fight...

 

But regardless of the commander's fate, it was a single Interdictor Cruiser against the combined might of three MC90a Cruisers. To remain in this fight was to commit suicide.

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((I say again, Capt. Phillep was allowed to fight almost an entire battle through NPCs. It is only fair.))

 

"Damn. Why doesn't he just die?"

 

After reducing one of the Interdictor's sublight engines to glass, Armiena twisted the Ghost Breath around to engage the bridge once more. Although she could have easily blasted the entire command superstructure to smithereens with her mighty gunship, by surviving her initial attack, the Imperial Commander had invoked her very personal and very painful wrath.

 

Her plan was deceptively simple. She directly burrowed into the bridge, therefore evading the legion of Imperial stormtroopers that she was likely to face by invading the ship from the hangar.

 

In technical terms, it was more complicated. Armiena engaged the yacht's landing claw to latch onto the hull directly in front of the bridge. Some time ago, she had installed a magcon generator into the cargo hold of the Ghost Breath, allowing it to double as a very small hangar. With her belly to the viewport of the Interdictor, the distance to travel in vacuum was short enough for her to physically dive through without experiencing the inevitably fatal results of explosive decompression.

 

Taking a deep breath, she pulled apart the seam between the joining durasteel plates with the Force, allowing the atmosphere in the bridge to escape... and the Jedi Master to dive through with great assistance from the Force. As soon as she entered the bridge, she allowed the barrier to shut behind her.

 

"Cleanse..." Armiena was positively frigid from her short jaunt through the rushing atmosphere from the bridge, but nonetheless alive. The Jedi Master scarcely noticed it, as her mind was kept warm by her dangerous fury, so quick to grow in the rush of battle. If a Force-Sensitive was able to view her presence, she wasn't merely warm--she was almost ablaze, like living fire. She began by drawing two spherical objects from her gunbelt--the Buzzkill droids.

 

"Purge..." The Buzzkill droids began to sweep through the surviving members of the bridge crew on their repulsorlifts, brutally slicing up the unarmored officers with their circular vibrosaws. As the twin droids did their bloody work, Armiena ducked under a blaster bolt from a fleet trooper with remarkable reflexes, forgetting for a very brief moment, that her mirror-like armor was almost certainly capable of withstanding a pistol shot.

 

"KILL!" Armiena roared aloud, drawing her Chaos-forged sword with one hand and hurling an invisible throwing blade towards the Imperial commander with her left. Well, not entirely invisible--it was a simple, mundane monomolecular blade, extraordinarily sharp but equally fragile. Only partially by accident, it buried itself in his crotch, ensuring that the females of the galaxy would be saved from the horrible fate of bearing his children.

 

The commander was almost certainly doomed. Not only did he face an unusually determined Jedi Master, with the full might of the Force at her disposal, but along with the vast potential of her intellect and the unforeseen weapons it had produced. And only to make matters worse, Armiena was angry.

 

When an Alderaanian woman got angry, her wrath was a terrible sight to behold...

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((I believe that is called a one-hit kill. Next time, let's have a modded duel, shall we? The fact that you can't kill me without one of these dirty tricks, as you said so eloquently, "full of sh*t".))

 

Alas, the Imperials had obviously sorely underestimated Armiena Draygo--not necessarily the Jedi Master, but certainly her ship, as she had recently installed a very capable AI co-pilot, courtesy of one of the Jedi's finest hackers, if not one of the galaxy's finest programmers. The moment the bridge's shutters had swung open again, the Ghost Breath repositioned itself to receive Armiena's impromptu departure, saving her once again from the cold void of space.

 

As for the Jedi Master, she was clearly dead. Why her presence was still lingering inside her body was a true mystery.

 

Once the Interdictor cruiser escaped into hyperspace, the Ghost Breath obeyed the whims of a coded transmission and leapt into hyperspace... with the cooling body of the Jedi Master still in the ship's cargo hold.

 

((Some clarification: the Buzzkill droids are by no means an instant death of all your nearby NPCs--they do, however, cause quite a bit of confusion and mayhem due to their maneuverability and their ability to slice through armor and bodies with ease. I expected you to simply destroy them--Slicer did that, with no complaints from my end. And as I am not dead, as your attack violated the no-OHK rule, I get to escape.))

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  • 4 weeks later...

About fifteen seconds before Armiena's new used MC90 Cruiser dropped out of hyperspace, 'Tex' Vandro, a native of Bespin, voiced his concerns over the state of their new purchase.

 

"Hey, Boss," Armiena had already made it very clear that she had almost anal objections towards being called 'Master', so her crew instead used the more affectionate title of 'Boss' when speaking to her. "This... Barty, the fella you purchased this beauty from, he did remove Black Sun's ID transponder, right?"

 

"I... sithspit." The Jedi Master paled slightly. Seeing this, Tex immediately pulled the ship out of hyperspace.

 

When the MC90 Cruiser appeared an uncomfortable but nonhostile distance from the Mon Calamari shipyards, the Alliance traffic controllers received a rather... undisciplined transmission from the intruder.

 

"Sithspit, we are running a Black Sunner ID!" Chaos seemed to erupt on the bridge of the Black Sun cruiser. "Why didn't he remove that?--quick, turn it off--look at the size of--turn it off!!--You have any idea how many guns are pointed at us at the moment?--Oh, at least a hundred turbolaser batteries--Boss, get on the comm--And snubfighters?--before they decide to just blow us out--hundreds, most likely--of space! Guys, shut up and let me speak! ...sorry..."

 

A female human cleared her voice on the communications channel, then soothed the defenders' anxiety. "Calamari, this is Jedi Master Armiena Draygo, captain of the Survivor's Foundation relief ship Esperanza.... sorry about the confusion. We are here for final refitting and inspection, as well as a new ID transponder, modification of our sublight engines, a new paint job... and cupholders for the command chair. Big ones." A nervous chuckle was heard in the background of the transmission.

 

"And if the Admiral is available, I'd like to speak with him. I think he'd be rather interested in what I have to say."

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((Sorry, but I'm going to be absent for a few days, the 18th through 21st.))

 

Dubiously obtained. That description rang rather distinctly in Ambassador Talis' hail to the Esperanza. If he knew exactly how dubious the MC90's origins were, Armiena doubted that the Calamari shipyards would even allow the cruiser to come within kilometers of their location. The consequence of having dealt with one of Coruscant's more enlightened semi-legitimate entrepreneurs, the Jedi Master surmised.

 

With no further incident, the unmarked MC90 Cruiser docked with the Calamari shipyards and submitted to the inspections of the security teams that had to be just itching to get on board the Cruiser. However, the Jedi Master patiently waited by a starboard airlock and disembarked from the cruiser the moment the air seals hissed and the armored port slid open to grant entrance to the MC90. Armiena was perfectly aware that her hosts had to be anxious, especially after the Esperanza broadcasted a Black Sun ID.

 

"So... what'll it be, gents?" The Jedi Master positively drawled as she strolled into the slightly humid air of the Calamari shipyards, vaguely resembling a bored bartender on any of a dozen worlds. "Sight and vocal correlation? Question/Answer session in the brig? Jedi Mind Probe? Glitterstim? Truth drug?" Armiena couldn't resist a small grin, knowing that she was perfectly capable of withstanding most of the interrogation techniques that would have confirmed her identity. If anything, her droll confidence probably slightly disarmed her welcoming party.

 

Besides, she saw no harm in mixing business with pleasure, at least not this time.

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"That MC90 Cruiser was an anonymous charitable donation." Armiena stated without the slightest of pauses, her tone suggesting nothing but casual seriousness. "Courtesy of a crime war that brought Black Sun to its knees on Coruscant, and a mostly-legitimate businessman who seemed to come out on top. Hence the Black Sun ID transponder--he was thorough when I asked him to disarm it... but he obviously missed a few things.

 

"I think I can trust him as far as my credits go, but I'd still like a thorough inspection before I put it to use... which, coincidentally, is precisely what I'd like to meet the Admiral for."

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"And we finally meet in the flesh, Admiral." Armiena Draygo accepted Onderin's handshake with an enviable grip of her own. After having worked together for years and having fought in several battles alongside the Alliance, it was astounding that they hadn't formally met until now. "If you don't mind, I'm a bit strapped for time; there's much to do, and not much time for it."

 

Sinking into a comfortable chair opposite of the Admiral, she began to explain herself and her unexpected arrival in the former Black Sun flagship. "That MC90 Cruiser used to be owned by Black Sun--you're welcome to whatever information you can glean off its computer, but I need some work done before I can put it to use." Armiena began to give more specific details: a thorough inspection for tracking bugs of all sorts; a repainting job in a universally recognized pattern for hospital ships; modification of the sublights to alter the results of an ion spectrum scan... in short, modifications that would ensure that it was unrecognizable as a ship formerly owned by Black Sun.

 

Armiena allowed a satisfied smile to creep onto her lips; Onderin was going to love what came next.

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Armiena's grin only widened at Onderin's words, they were so close what she was about to propose to the Admiral. "Almost too close to the mark for comfort, Admiral." Leaning forward slightly with an almost conspiratorial manner, the Jedi Master began to detail her planned organization and the role she wished the Alliance to play in it. Specifically, aside from general aid, military assistance in the worst possible situation... that the organization's de jure status of neutrality was not respected and was attacked.

 

"With the war progressing as it has recently, the galaxy needs as much help as possible in the recovery effort. The Foundation has the potential to do some real good, especially considering how events have been falling into place."

 

((I'm assuming you still have the outline of the Survivor's Foundation in your PMs, as I'm just handling IC the aid you offered via PM.))

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"Excellent. I'm looking forward to a--hopefully--long and productive partnership, Admiral. If you don't mind, I have some business to complete on Ilum, then to speak to The Link to see if they'd be willing to lend some support." Armiena smiled wearily, and finally allowed the fatigue that she felt in her soul to appear on her expression. "I'm looking forward to sleeping when this is over." With an abbreviated bow, Armiena excused herself and slipped back into the corridors of the shipyards.

 

The Jedi Master returned to the berthed Esperanza, where she could retrieve her personal yacht to complete the business that she vaguely mentioned and to move her other recent purchases to a more secure location. Her strill was predictably agitated by the activity surrounding the poor beast, but she managed to calm its natural aggression long enough to safely move it to a comfortable pen that she had hastily constructed on board her ship.

 

Slightly exhausted after the effort of restraining the predator during the moving process, Armiena thumbed the Ghost Breath's communication system to address the Jedi Knight that she knew was seeking her attention.

 

"Mr. Illioni, I haven't forgotten that you were seeking additional training." She spoke into the empty cockpit. "If you like, I have business to complete on Ilum... very much related to the training you desired."

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Torn between completing some business on Coruscant, or waiting in Mon Calamari's orbit to spend some quality time with her strill and actually resting... Armiena decided on plan C. She left the Esperanza to the ministrations of the Calamari engineers, and quickly disappeared into hyperspace.

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Upon the completion of Esperanza's refitting and thorough inspection, Acting-Captain 'Tex' Vandro ordered his skeleton crew to take the MC90 Cruiser out of the Mon Calamari shipyards. An air of anticipation pervaded the bridge as it cleared the framework of the orbital docks, boiling to a climax until the ship penetrated the planet's gravitational influence. Moments later, it disappeared into hyperspace, following a well-known route to Coruscant.

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  • 1 month later...

"Greetings from the Survivor's Foundation, Mon Calamari. We'd like to lend a hand..."

 

The relief ship Esperanza appeared out of hyperspace, returning to the shipyards that gave the MC-90 cruiser its new life as a vessel of mercy. Misal Draygo, serving as Armiena's representative while she was detained at an unknown location in the galaxy, paced the cruiser's bridge slowly, watching the massive ship lazily roll over through her lidless eyes. The Miraluka was able to sense Mon Calamari's condition long before they left hyperspace; the watery planet was a world in distress and despair.

 

Misal allowed herself a grim smile. It would be the Foundation's duty to give Mon Calamari hope for a better future.

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"It's nice to be wanted, Mon Cal." Misal Draygo murmured. At Mon Calamari's traffic control's invitation for the Survivor's Foundation to assist the preexisting recovery efforts, the Esperanza's sublight engines flared to life and propelled the craft directly towards the watery planet. Upon taking up a position in its lower orbit, the refitted cruiser began to disgorge squadrons of shuttles. A simple Holonet call later, more of the charity's mobile assets began to appear from hyperspace--shuttles and freighters of similar designs and identical destinations.

 

A number of shuttles patrolled over the most fiercely poisoned regions of Mon Calamari's oceans, then proceeded to dump multitudes of droids into the caustic waters.

 

If one managed to sneak a peek at the deploying droids, they would have almost certainly been repulsed by their appearance. They were hideous masses of armored tentacles connected to a relatively tiny central body. Despite the "Squiddies'" crude appearance, they were tremendously effective in inhospitable underwater environments. Their armor allowed them to survive immersion into even the worst conditions--caustic chemicals, electric currents... not even the undeniable crushing pressure of the depths of Calamari's oceans was capable of breaching its hull. They would be able to survive immersion in the poisoned water while they took samples of the water.

 

Meanwhile, the already present recovery effort enjoyed a major boon as the highly advanced medical labs on board the Esperanza threw their weight behind the mission of mercy. In time, the specialists on board the Cruiser and the Calamari scientists who were invited to use their extensive labs would be able to analyze the samples taken by the Squiddies and find a way to detoxify the planet below them.

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  • 2 weeks later...

((Ack, I really should get posting here. It's not like there isn't a world to rebuild... ))

 

The process of finding a means to cleanse Mon Calamari was slow and agonizing, made all the more frustrating for Misal Draygo by her complete inability to comprehend what the Survivor's Foundation's scientists were doing in their labs. A life on the run from the Empire's Jedi Hunters had given her a great deal of survival skills, but her expertise in desperate first aid was completely unrelated to what the Survivor's Foundation was trying to accomplish.

 

In the end, the scientists on board the Esperanza succeeded in genetically engineering a harmless bacterium into a veritable toxin-destroying machine. From the almost patronizing explanations in leyman's terms that the staff on board the Esperanza offered Misal, the bacterium was capable of digesting the toxins and ripping through the algae that had ruined Mon Calamari's oceans, and use them as valuable nutrients. The process would create byproducts that were essential to Mon Calamari's rebirth, such as oxygen that had been sucked out of the ecosystem by the Imperial bioweapon. When the toxins were removed, the bacteria would simply die, their metabolisms were so specialized.

 

The end result, as one of the chief scientist's explained to Misal: the toxins and contaminating chemicals would be destroyed by their engineered bacterium strains, with minimal detrimental impact, if any, to Mon Calamari's environment. Cleansing the water through more conventional means would be much more expensive, and probably disastrous to Mon Calamari's future; this method would only leave its oceans seeded with decayed organisms that would be readily digested when the planet's ecosystem was restored.

 

The only barrier between them and implementing this plan was the approval of the Mon Calamari government. Considering the alternatives of a much more risky chemical cleansing or simply waiting for the ecosystem to heal itself, Misal fully expected their proposal to be cleared.

 

Meanwhile, all she could do was wait for that unpleasant bit of bureaucracy to be bypassed, and study the very curious sensations she was picking up from her bond with her daughter.

 

What in the Hells has my daughter gotten herself into now?

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Growing more bored with each passing day, Misal Draygo had resorted to browsing the Holonet in futile efforts to keep herself occupied. The Survivor's Foundation's solution for cleansing Mon Calamari from the virulent toxins in its oceans had been reluctantly approved””not without almost harassing scrutiny from the planetary government””and massive quantities of their toxin-eating bacteria were being grown as she read the latest batch of propaganda on the Holonet.

 

When she learned about the situation on Haruun Kal, the Miraluka immediately saw an opportunity for the SF's potential to be recognized. Within an hour, a squadron's worth of freighters was dispatched from the Esperanza and sent to Haruun Kal.

 

And she was left to her boredom again. By now, she was meditating in an attempt to while away the days before the cleansing of Mon Calamari.

 

One of those hours-long sessions in mental emptiness resulted in her discovering a startling””obvious, but nonetheless startling””answer to her questions concerning those sensations over her daughter's bond. The Miraluka felt brief flashes of all-encompassing joy and contentment so undiluted that she nearly wept for her daughter's sake. She recognized those sensations all too well, despite how long it had been since she and her husband were last together.

 

Yes, my dear”¦ For a moment, she could have sworn she felt the comforting press of Bron Draygo's hands on her shoulders, smoothing away her tensions with a psychic massage. Our daughter has finally found a man.

 

Although her husband's voice sounded tremendously satisfied with that news, a sense of cold determination washed over Misal's mind. She would”¦ have to speak with Armiena about this, as well her chosen mate. Especially her chosen mate.

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  • 4 weeks later...

((Wow, I sorta procrastinated on this post.))

 

Over the coming weeks, the biolabs on board the Esperanza fine-tuned and developed their proposed bacterium for use against the toxins that plagued Mon Calamari's ecosystem. Although Misal Draygo was bored almost to tears by her inability to make herself useful to the Survivor's Foundation, she couldn't help but marvel at the efficiency of the laboratories of her daughter's charity organization. From previous experience and researching the topic during her copious free time, she understood that the process of engineering a bacterium for such a specific purpose generally took years.

 

Granted, the Survivor's Foundation had the notable advantage of a collaboration of hundreds of scientists solely focused on this single project and a "blank check" funding policy, but they were still moving at lightning speed.

 

Their bacterium had already proven its ability to devour most of the toxins in Mon Calamari's oceans and transform them into somewhat more useful compounds through its metabolism, but it took further testing to ensure that there was absolutely no risk of it mutating into a virulent pathogen that threatened to undo all their work--or even worse, ruin the planet's entire ecosystem. Those trials indicated that the Foundation had succeeded in developing a scrupulously tidy organism--even after prolonged exposure to the mutagens in the contaminated water, its genetic code and activities remained unblemished by the chemical abuse.

 

After approval from the increasingly desperate Mon Calamari government, vast tanks of the bacteria were produced for preparation of its coming feast. After a number of isolated tests in the ruined environment of Mon Calamari's oceans, it was the Foundation's intentions to turn the planet into a world-wide feeding frenzy that would give birth to a cleansed planet, ready for the return of the Calamari and the slow restoration of the planet's former glory.

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  • 2 weeks later...

((Legitimate double-post))

 

Over the coming weeks, the Esperanza's engineered bacterium completed testing under Calamari-like environmental conditions and had performed marvelously. The bacteria successfully metabolized the toxins present in Mon Calamari's water and endured the harsh conditions without suffering mutations. With all of the criteria for their tool against the ecological devastations satisfied and the approval of the Mon Calamari government, all the Survivor's Foundation had to do was load up a myriad of freighters and one-use container ships for the delivery date... and then wait.

 

On the day of the virus' introduction into Mon Calamari's contaminated waters, the planet saw a swarm of aerospace traffic not seen since before the world had been ruined. Aside from the dozens of freighters and shuttles that had been modified to deliver the bacteria, it seemed that the Foundation's entire weight had been thrown into action. Scores of additional freighters had been summoned from the Foundation's holdings on Coruscant. As the Esperanza was unable to service so many spacecraft at once, the Foundation had requested the presence of one of the Alliance's Escort Carriers to assist in loading its freighters.

 

Although the storm of activity above Mon Calamari, focused on a single task, was nothing short of spectacular to the poor souls who had to coordinate the mission, the process after its conclusion was a mere waiting game. Even though probes that had been launched into the contaminated waters confirmed that the bacterium was working its magic--much to the delight of the men on board the Esperanza--they were going to suffer a great deal of downtime before the planet was suitable for resettlement by the Mon Cal refugees.

 

And somewhere in the middle of the excitement, Misal Draygo had gone missing.

 

((Hope you don't mind me posting the actions of the Alliance, Onderin. I don't think that the mods will mind if this Escort Carrier exists for only one post.))

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  • 1 month later...

After weeks of introducing fresh batches of the Foundation's toxin-digesting bacterium into Mon Calamari's ecosystem and playing the waiting game, the men and women above the planet finally received useful results: the continental shelf of the planet's most densely populated continent, prior to the devastation of the planet, had been cleansed. With the use of a clever partitioning that the combined Foundation/Calamari efforts engineered in a few days, an arriving team of Calamari biologists would be able to begin their work on reconstructing the continent's ecosystem.

 

Such was the order of business for the coming months: construct new partitions to quarantine the areas capable of supporting life, import more shipments of bacteria, invite more biologists, lay out the foundation for the planet's new ecosystem... wash, rinse, and repeat. It was long, painstaking, and frustrating work for the leyman who failed to see the difficulty in rendering the planet suitable for resettling by the planet's refugees, but those working to that end were kept quite busy.

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  • 3 weeks later...

The Esperanza, orbiting the planet Mon Calamari, received a distress signal from the Survivor's Foundation's holdings on Coruscant. It appeared that despite the intervention of a large team of Jedi, the recent terrorist attack on the planet had only been partially thwarted, and countless millions of lives were hanging in the balance between life and certain death.

 

Captain Vandro, the commander of the Esperanza, came to his decision with only a few seconds of deep thought. Mon Calamari's resurrection was well under way. Great swaths of the oceans were being cleansed and were becoming habitable for imported and cloned species--in fact, the planetary government was seriously considering invited a number of the Calamari refugee groups to return. Although their decision might be a little bit... premature, the fact that it was even being debated reflected that the planet was steadily being brought back to its former glory.

 

"Set course for Coruscant. Recall all of our shuttles that are planet-side, and have them prepared for urban insertion. Quarantine the biolabs." Although their presence would be greatly missed, the reconstruction effort was practically autonomous by now--it would only take more time for the Calamari to finish the job.

 

Within the hour, the Mon Calamari cruiser jumped into hyperspace, prepared to do battle with Hell itself.

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The end of the Survivor's Foundation's role on Mon Calamari ended with silence; without fanfare, without celebration, and without ceremony.

 

It ended with a government decree.

 

During the Esperanza's absence when it left to rescue civilians in Coruscant's Upper Levels, the government of Mon Calamari had already been toying with a proposal to invite the Calamari refugees back to their home planet. Although the planet's ecosystem had yet to completely recover from the algae bomb's plague, the waters around the planet's largest landmasses had been cleared and were being reborn. It was only a matter of time before they became lush again with native life, cloned from tissue samples that had been collected by Armiena Draygo's creations.

 

In light of this fact, the crew of the Esperanza had been pleasantly surprised when it returned to an inhabited planet, rather than the fragile cradle that they had departed. With the return of many groups of Mon Calamari refugees, it was unnecessary for the entire crew to remain on station to carry out their work. Instead, a significantly smaller team, only a couple hundred technicians and specialists, were dispatched to the surface, to monitor the partitioning system that confined the few infected regions of Mon Calamari's oceans and the cloning laboratories. Their work would continue, but with the might of Calamari industry behind their efforts, the planet would soon be healthy and prosperous again.

 

So, with thanks from the Calamari government pouring over the Esperanza's public address system, the Mon Calamari cruiser departed, off in search for another mission.

 

When the cruiser flashed into hyperspace, however, some butthead discovered and broke into the stash of alcohol that Armiena Draygo had smuggled onto the ship.

 

Then it became a party.

 

((Um... uh... oops. I sorta ignored this. Sorry.))

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The Lambda-class shuttle Anastasia, property of the Survivor's Foundation, popped out of hyperspace, bearing supplies and relief personnel for the Foundation's reconstruction efforts on Mon Calamari.

 

It took about two seconds of attention on their sensor boards, five muttered "oh ****"'s, and a nervous glance between the pilot and the co-pilot of the Anastasia to realize that they really had no business entering a war zone. It was best that they ran their tails off.

 

And, oh, did they run them off. By the time they stopped running, they no longer had buttocks.

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((Forgive the OOC post, I'm going to ask the mods to make a ruling on Geki's last... two posts. It's not the content I object to, but the amount of time between them. He basically decided that the 3-day rule doesn't apply to him. He waited slightly more than two days on the past before his last, and just slightly more than A SINGLE DAY (literally, about a day and twenty minutes) on his last post. Combat rules dictate that the opposing side has at least three days before someone can progress with their attacks.))

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((Mandalorian armor has been described as being unable to completely withstand a close-range stun bolt.))

 

In the devastated city of Hikahi, a man with a stylish cowboy hat and a thick, Chuck Norris-like beard farted. This was no ordinary fart--no, this was the sort of fart that God hears from Heaven above, and makes choruses of angels suddenly fall silent in embarrassment for the poor man.

 

Strangely enough, the man directly behind him, an unfortunate soul suffering from a terrible case of asthma, found that his lifelong illness was miraculously cured.

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After looking through everyone’s actions for the last few days, there are a few matters that need to be addressed with regards to MandaJetii’s and Johan Fae’s actions: in a combative scenario such as an invasion on an actively-defended world, it is required to give an opponent at least three days to respond before continuing to post. Violating what we call the “Three-Day Rule” has the potential to result in your actions being nullified, but as Johan Fae’s and MandaJetii’s actions have been primarily conversing with each other, we are going to stop at just warning both of you to be mindful of this rule in the future.

 

More significant is the detonation of explosive charges in the sewers by MandaJetii, leading to the destruction of a sizable portion of a Mon Calamari city through a chain reaction of exploding gases. This is an atrocity that would cause the loss of many thousands of innocent lives if the results of these actions are accepted as posted. As a result, we are going to significantly curtail the damage caused by this detonation. It is very reasonable to assume that this detonation has caused severe localized damage, including injuries to those who have set it off, demolition and loss of local power, gas lines, industry, and other infrastructure. It is not reasonable to say that this has sparked a chain reaction throughout the entire city. Again, this is a combative scenario with an active defender, and it is a breach of RP rules to post “closed attacks”: that is, posting the damage suffered by your opponent. The precise damage that has been inflicted to the city is to be determined by your opponent, Krath Apothos.

 

And lastly, the moderator team wishes to express their dismay at the recent disruption on the Discord server. We call JediRP a “Collaborative Storytelling Community” for important reasons. Player vs. player combat is a unique feature of our community and every player should be prepared for their best-laid plans to be foiled in combat--but we thrive on friendly communication and coordination between players. This is true even and especially when our characters (who may hate each other’s guts in-character) are doing their best to kill each other. Heated exchanges and starting fights over a matter of a scuppered battle plan will not fly. Battle plans will fail again in the future, and while that’s always frustrating, we hope that a future conflict on our Discord will not ensue.

 

We will do our best to ensure that all storylines are able to continue satisfactorily. From here on out, all players should abide by the Three-Day Rule to give all other combatants the opportunity to react in this ever-changing situation. As we have issued a warning, any future violations will result in actions up to and including removal from this scenario or temporary bans, to be determined by the mod team.

 

------ObliviousKnight and the JediRP Mod Team

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Battle over Mon Calamari, Round One

 

Rebel Alliance

Defensive Actions

Heavy Brawler Escort |Chayaikir| Escorts |Forn| and |Grek| (capitals escort 2 TFs of cruiser or lower size)

Heavy Brawler Escort |Zeeland| Escorts |Anastasia| and |Phobos| 

Light Defensive Escort |Phobos| Escorts |Bes’bev|

 

Offensive Actions                                                                                    

Rebel Alliance Fleet Command Flagship |Romanova| Attacks |Sith Resurgent|: 6 damage

Destroyer Group [Turbolasers] |Forn| Attacks |Sith Resurgent)|: (8-2) = 6 shield damage, 2 hull damage

Precision Strike Carrier Group |Anastasia| Attacks |Red Dusk|: 2 x Bombers Inbound (2 x 3 damage)

Destroyer Group [Missiles] |Bes'bev| Attacks |Red Dusk|: 6 damage, evades capital/cruiser escorts (delayed speed due to Gravity Crusher)

Destroyer Group [Railguns] |Akalenedat| Attacks |Phantom’s Spear|: 6 damage

Asset Denial Force [Surgical Strike] |Grek|: Puts on a light show

 

Fleet Starfighter Actions:

2 x Starfighter Rush against |Wings of Glory|: 2 x 3 damage to corvettes or 2 x 2 damage to frigates

1 x Bombers Inbound on |Red Dusk|: 2 damage

 

Special Actions:

Fleet Command Flagship |Romanova| uses Advanced Sensor Upgrades: raises Global Combat Awareness by 1

Veteran Heavy Brawler Escort |Zeeland| (escorting |Forn|) returns fire on |Phantom’s Spear|: 3 damage

Veteran Heavy Brawler Escort |Chayaikir| (escorting |Grek|) returns fire on |Sith Resurgent|: 3 damage

Veteran Heavy Brawler Escort |Chayaikir| (escorting |Grek|) returns fire on |Red Dusk|: 3 damage

 

 

Sith Empire

Defensive Actions

Heavy Brawler Escort |Black Bracer| Escorts |Wings of Glory| and |Red Dusk| (capitals escort 2 TFs of cruiser or lower size)

 

Offensive Actions

Destroyer Group [Railguns] |Phantom’s Spear| Attacks |Forn|: 6 damage

Destroyer Group [Missiles] |Sith Resurgent| Attacks |Grek|: 6 damage, evades capital/cruiser escorts

Destroyer Group [Missiles] |Red Dusk| Attacks |Grek|: (8 – 2) = 6 damage, evades capital/cruiser escorts

Artillery Battery [Gravity Crusher] |Eye of Sagittarius| Attacks |Bes’bev|: 8 damage (delayed speed)

Precision Strike Carrier |Wings of Glory| Attacks |Bes’bev|: 2 x Bombers Inbound (2 x 4 shield damage)

|Undetected Ship| Attacks |Akalenedat|: 6 damage (delayed speed)

 

Fleet Starfighter Actions:

1 x Bombers Inbound on |Bes’bev|: 3 shield damage

1 x Bombers Inbound on |Romanova|: 3 hull damage

1 x Interception (Focused Deployment) on |Red Dusk|

 

Special Actions:

No stealth ships are detected

Veteran Heavy Brawler Escort |Black Bracer| (escorting |Red Dusk|) returns fire on |Bes’bev|: 3 damage

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Battle over Mon Calamari, Round Two

 

Rebel Alliance

Defensive Actions

Heavy Brawler Escort |Chayaikir| continues Escorting |Forn| and |Grek|

Heavy Brawler Escort |Zeeland| continues Escorting |Anastasia| and |Phobos| 

Light Defensive Escort |Phobos| (actions delayed by gravity crusher) continues Escorting |Bes’bev|

 

Offensive Actions       

Rebel Alliance Fleet Command Flagship |Romanova| Attacks |Sith Resurgent|: 6 damage

Destroyer Group [Turbolasers] |Forn| Attacks |Sith Resurgent|: (8-2) = 6 shield damage, 2 hull damage

Precision Strike Carrier Group |Anastasia|

Bombers Inbound on |Phantom's Spear| : 1 shield damage, 3 hull damage (delayed speed)

Bombers Inbound on |Sith Resurgent|: 1 shield damage, 3 hull damage (delayed speed)

Destroyer Group [Missiles] |Bes'bev| Attacks |Wings of Glory|: 6 damage, attack evades capital/cruiser escorts

Destroyer Group [Railguns] |Akalenedat| Attacks |Phantom’s Spear|: 6 damage

Asset Denial Force [Surgical Strike] |Grek| Attacks |Sith Resurgent|: Ion barrage impacts with shields, no effect (fast speed)

                                                                        

Fleet Starfighter Actions:

Bombers Inbound on |Sith Resurgent|: 1 shield damage, 2 hull damage (delayed speed)

Bombers Inbound on |Sith Resurgent|: 1 shield damage, 2 hull damage (delayed speed)

Bombers Inbound on |Red Dusk|: 1 shield damage, 1 hull damage (delayed speed)

 

Special Actions:

Fleet Command Flagship |Romanova| uses Advanced Sensor Upgrades: raises Global Combat Awareness by 1 (current bonus is +2).

Heavy Brawler Escort |Chayaikir| (escorting |Grek|) returns fire on |Red Dusk|: 3 damage

 

 

Sith Empire

Defensive Actions

Heavy Brawler Escort |Black Bracer| continues Escorting |Wings of Glory| and |Red Dusk| 

 

Offensive Actions

Destroyer Group [Railguns] |Phantom’s Spear| Attacks |Bes’bev|: 6 damage

            |Phantom’s Spear| penetrates Escort: Additional 2 damage through Escorting TF

Destroyer Group [Missiles] |Red Dusk| Attacks |Grek|: 8 damage, attack evades capital/cruiser escorts

Destroyer Group [Missiles] |Sith Resurgent| Attacks |Romanova|: 6 damage, attack evades capital/cruiser escorts

Artillery Battery [Gravity Crusher] |Eye of Sagittarius| Attacks |Akalenadat|: 8 damage (delayed speed)

Precision Strike Carrier |Wings of Glory|

            Bombers Inbound on |Forn|: 3 hull damage (fast speed)

            Bombers Inbound on |Forn|: 3 hull damage (fast speed)

 

Fleet Starfighter Actions:

Starfighter Rush against |Phobos|: 2 damage to frigates or 3 damage to corvettes (normal speed)

Starfighter Rush against |Phobos|: 2 damage to frigates or 3 damage to corvettes (normal speed)

Interception (Forward Deployment): All enemy Bomber attacks are delayed, 1 damage directed to shield

 

Special Actions:

Heavy Brawler Escort |Black Bracer| (escorting |Wings of Glory|) returns fire on |Bes’bev|: 3 damage

No stealth ships are detected

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