NationStates Jolt Archive

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Araol City, Alcor, Starenell

Mordecai sat at his holo-computer, reading news reports and mulling them over while chewing gum, a habit he was quite indulgent in. He worked all day looking at the news, and predicting things. He wrote a weekly column in the biggest Alcoran newspaper, and what he said was often right. Today he pulled up a report from Avalon, a rather scary one. “Prince” Tancred the leader of Starenell had just put another heavily restrictive law on the books. This was getting to be too much. Mordecai had some friends, some friends who were less reserved then he. They had already advocated that Alcor break away from Starenell peacefully, but their small movement was drowning in the wash of political factions on the planet. However, with Mordecai’s help, and political influence, they could do something.

One week later:

The small group of ten met in an abandoned bunker in the steaming jungles of Alcor. There were many such bunkers, and no one knew the precise location of all of them. They talked about old times for a while, under the rule of Julian. Then Mordecai cleared his throat “Okay, this is the deal. We are here to get Tancred to abdicate the throne and leave someone else in charge. If he listens, great, but we may need to win by force. To do this we need control of a few things. One, the militia, which will probably join us, if not all of it. Two, the naval force in orbit at Alcor. Neither of these will join us completely, but if we can get enough of them, along with the military supply depot, then we can size and possibly hold the planet. Who here thinks they can help with something?” People around the room spoke, and the group began forming ideas.

News Broadcast, Staric News Network:

Newsman Stefan Horst, the SNN’s main anchor announced “In today’s news, a group on Alcor, the political hotspot of the frontier is requesting that First Prince Tancred K’Tan, son of renowned Prince Julian K’Tan, abdicate the throne. A few months ago Julian stepped down leaving Tancred in a position many think he is not fit for. The group consists of many noted Alcoran politicians, along with other power figures of Alcor. Coverage continues in this exciting episode of free speech versus the crown.”

OOC: For now this is not major, people can join in for the rebels (Good) or my government (Evil), the rebels are going to lose but they will be transported to a safe nearby realm. This is going to become a much larger civil war soon. GFFA will have to wait a bit. Eventually you will know who to turn to but for now you might want to keep quiet whatever you do.

SNN News Broadcast

"Earlier today a group on Alcor called for First Prince Tancred K'Tan's abdication. Here is the statment"

"Hello fellow Alcorans, and fellow citizens of Starenell. I am here in peace, but I will not drop my cause until it is fulfilled.Prince Tancred has had an extremely dictatorial regime. He has negotiated with Chronosians, and done things his father would never have done. His oppression is unacceptable, and it must end. Our government is corrupt, filled with noble airheads appointed by Tancred. Tancred must abdicate, or we will fight."

"No royal response has yet come, but it is strongly anticipated."

SIC:

Word of these events reaches the People's Acolytes, and they put it on their to do list....they like the rebels, but the Huntarian War may yet divert the Coriolanus Brigade, which left No Endorse.

Emperor Debeusec had been watching the news on a holo screen. "Interesting." A pale hand moved to the arm rest where a control panel was hidden. The whole system of Lakfakalae was now at his fingertips with a few buttons. He was shortly in contact with the AIA bureau. "What operatives do we have in Starenell?"

A gruff voice came back on the other end. "A human or two."

"Make sure they report in daily and keep us informed about what is happening in that nation."

"Yes your highness."

The link was clicked off and the Emperor rested back. "Yes this could be very interesting."

OOC: I hope you only have humans. I would be a little scared if you got a Dreegone operative in.

IC:

Tancred read the report, scoffing at the rediculous demands. He would never step down, unlike his weakling father. He would go to Alcor personally with The Shields, and his Chaos Fangs regiment, and cruch these upstarts to a pulp. Tancred began preparing orders to relocate both those units to Alocr, and also started a response to the rebels. He was the ruler. He would show the universe that he was incharge.

OOC: Tancred is a self-centered pocker. He has some major personality complexes that were seen as just being spoiled, but he is pretty insane and getting worse.

EDIT: Feel free to find out about the troop movements.

ooc: yeah the dragons are used in other means. This is the intelligence bureau so dragons wouldn't be a good idea and wouldn't be very conspicuous.

A drop of blood fell to the ground in front of the Dictator. Kneeling before the supreme ruler was a pathetic-looking man, clothed in rags and bleeding from the wrist. It was Riedran custom to cut yourself on the wrist when you approached His Omnipotence. "Speak" came the faint reply from the chair, and the man spoke. He was babbling on about the nation of Starenell and forcing the leader to abdicate. He went on like this for several minutes, and the Dictator cut him off. "So you want us to help with this forced abdication?" he asked, already knowing the answer. The man's head bobbed up and down rapidly, a smile spreading across his face. "Very well. Kill him." he directed to the red-clad guards flanking the chair. As the man was dragged out of the throne room, he spat before the Dictator. "Filthy revolutionaries, seeing the future in democracy. That road only lies to ruin or worse, elections and voting." The very thought sent a shudder down his spine. "Prepare the Army, General." The general nodded and strode southwards towards the barracks...

OOC: Wait. My dreegone (pretty much dragons) or your dragons. I meant that it would be scary if one of my dreegone worked for you, cause they are pretty fanatic.

EDIT @ Riedra: What is it with you an dred robes and cutting yourself on the wrist? Talk to you more about other stuff tommorrow.

OOC: i don't really know, just an idea that is rattling around in my brain

OOC: Whatever. Also, Tancred is not really going to want help.

OOC: Well we won't tell him then.

OOC: You are using Special Ops?

OOC: Yep.

OOC: I hope you only have humans. I would be a little scared if you got a Dreegone operative in.

IC:

Tancred read the report, scoffing at the rediculous demands. He would never step down, unlike his weakling father. He would go to Alcor personally with The Shields, and his Chaos Fangs regiment, and cruch these upstarts to a pulp. Tancred began preparing orders to relocate both those units to Alocr, and also started a response to the rebels. He was the ruler. He would show the universe that he was incharge.

OOC: Tancred is a self-centered pocker. He has some major personality complexes that were seen as just being spoiled, but he is pretty insane and getting worse.

EDIT: Feel free to find out about the troop movements.

OOC: Hope this works, if not I can do deep scans or things of that sort.

SIC:

Upon the request of the Acolytes, the Internal Security Bureau sends a team to Starenell to investigate events...disguised as merchantmen and hoboes of sorts, they note the movements of the Government forces to Alcor. The information is passed to the Acolytes and Regular Government sources, who ask the ISB to stay in country and check things out.

OOC: Yeah that would sort of work. The forces have not moved quite yet but if you have someone who can hack into my files to detect ships movement orders, etc, then you are fine.

IC:

Tancred sat in the briefing room of the Chaos Biters. He had given them the tactical information,and incorporated his Knights into various units. Marius Roctiv would command half of the ground force, Tancred the other half, and Damarus Ythiel would command the Aerospace. Finally Varius Numanor would liason with the loyalist militia. The entire force would arrive within the week. Tancred also typed up a response, which he sent to all major news networks and was almost immediatly broadcasted from there.

Great People of Starenell, and people of the many nations. Yesterday a rebel group demanded that I abdicate the throne. My answer, is no. A very definite no. These rebels are insane, and if they do not cease their ridiculous outcry, I will be forced to detain them. I hope you are all well, and goodbye.

OOC: Yeah that would sort of work. The forces have not moved quite yet but if you have someone who can hack into my files to detect ships movement orders, etc, then you are fine.

IC:

Tancred sat in the briefing room of the Chaos Biters. He had given them the tactical information,and incorporated his Knights into various units. Marius Roctiv would command half of the ground force, Tancred the other half, and Damarus Ythiel would command the Aerospace. Finally Varius Numanor would liason with the loyalist militia. The entire force would arrive within the week. Tancred also typed up a response, which he sent to all major news networks and was almost immediatly broadcasted from there.

Great People of Starenell, and people of the many nations. Yesterday a rebel group demanded that I abdicate the throne. My answer, is no. A very definite no. These rebels are insane, and if they do not cease their ridiculous outcry, I will be forced to detain them. I hope you are all well, and goodbye.

One of the ISB Agents in country, meanwhile, hacked into Staric military networks and began sifting through the reports and transmissions he found. Transmitting copies of them over a secure channel to another ISB agent, who then forwarded it to Los Angeles, the data revealed startling troop movements involving the Prince, and other units ominously named with the word "Chaos" in them.

ISB HQ in Los Angeles was pleased, and ordered them to continue feeding data to them.

Tancred stood on the bridge of the Chaos Biters Flagship, the Corsair Class Fang. The ship entered the Alcor system and Tancred opened a general comm channel. "Rebels on Alcor, this is your first and final warning. Turn yourselves in the local autorities. I am placing Alcor under maritial law. You have one hour to comply." Tancred turned around to his unit commanders and told them their jobs. Tancred would land and enforce maritial law with some Aerospace support while the rest of the unit would stay back as a reserve.

Mordecai looked at the people around, the happiness of what had been just a small gathering before soon changed into seriousness as Tancred's message palyed over the speakers. Peopel mumured, and milled around, confused about what to do. Mordecai jumped up to the podium that had been used for speeches and began shouting "Ok, calm down. Everyone get to your assigned base, bring your families. We are not going to submit to the mangy cur. Military forces meet at your assigned bases and report in. Force Alpha, report to me. I need Adib Julian up here now, and I want reports on the status of Tancred's people as often as possible. Let's move people." The force of rebel complied quickly, and within an hour everyone was hidden in the jungle, except for Force Alpha. They were located on the outskirts of the city, and their infantry were spread out inside the city. The rebel military consisted of the militia, with the exception of militia a lance that had been assigned to patrol duty on a nearly uninhabited colony to keep them from interfering. There were also some volunteers who had been trained with rifles as snipers. There were no 'Mechs, as these were far to expensive for a militia on a backwater world like Alcor. Alpha consisted of some vehicles, around ten battle armor suits, and the infantry. They waited in their positions, to see a DropShip coming down towards the landing port.

Bump

Tancred sat in the cockpit of his Battlemech as the DropShip Fear dropped towards the port of Alcor. He felt the tremble as the ship landed, and as it subsided he walked to the door alongside the rest of his lance. They stepped into the light, and Tancred spoke on his external speakers "Hello people of Alcor. You are now under maritial law. Return to your homes. The rebel menace will soon be crushed."

If there was one thing the Chronosians loved, it was civil war; a great sundering within a nation, people against governments, governments against themselves, it amused them to no end...Such a pronounced and dedicated fall to Chaos, a civilisation cursing itself with banal carnage and depravity...This pleased them.

And so they watched, and they waited, and sent whispered communications to the proud prince, whispers of aid and power; if he were to forsake all, and pledge allegience to Remiel, and to Chaos; if he were to accept their aid, and their glories....

For the ways of chaos are those of manipulation and deceit..

OOC: I was wondering when you would find this. Once this first rebellion is over, Tancred is yours. I love emotional trauma bringing insanity.

The soldiers of Force Alpha saw Tancred and his force come out. "Okay people, Go!" shouted Mordecai "Go!". The snipers fired shots at forces nearby, then began to move back. The vehicles and battle armor went in headfirst, charging and firing at the tyrants. "Go!" Mordecai looked for Tancred's mech, a Zeus. When he saw it he yelled back to his gunner "Get the Zeus!" "Aff" Came the reply as the Zibler's gun began tracking. Ruby lasers lanced at the behemoth, as Alpha fired their weapons, then as each one finished, they raced off, taking a route through the city only a local could navigate quickly. The battlesuits stayed a little longer, but then disappeared into the buildings. Snipers would fire occasionally, then drop back into the jungle. Eventually most of the force was back in the jungle. Mordeci checked his command console, and sighed in relief as he heard that casulties had been minimal. "Go."

Tancred grimaced, that had not gone well. He began issuing orders to deploy forces and hold all major cities. He then sent a relay to the Fang to send a bombing run over the jungle.

Two Weeks Later

Tancred smiled. The rebels had fought a guerilla war for the last few weeks, whittling down both sides, but he now had the location of one of their bases. He would deploy Marius Roctiv's forces, and destroy the insolent fools. This would be great. A strike at the rebel home and everything would be fine.

Marius recieved his orders and bowed his head. He turned to his command staff "We are going to assault the rebel base. Now." He walked off to the cockpit of his mech. This was not right. Tancred was not the young boy Marius had played with as a child. He was insane. He had to be stopped now, and Marius would give his life to do so. As he started up his 'mech he wondered what he would do. These were horrible times. He marched on towards the coordinates.

Mordecai frowned, shaking his head. "We ahve a large force heading towards Base Delta. All artillary must be readied, all Aerospace assets prepared for launch. Those who know the location of Base Delta, take your units and move out. This is it people.

Marius marched on, his heart heavy with remorse. He saw the rebel base ahead, and began giving slightly unconventional orders "Everone into a circle, with me at the center." "Sir, what is going on?" "Do it. Now." "Yessir" came back almost as a sigh. Marius opened a new channel, hopefully one the rebels would be moitoring. "Rebel units, I cannot fight you. Direct all artillary fire to these coordinates." He gave his own coordinates, then those of Tancreds main base. "In that order. Goodbye, and good luck."

Mordecai heard the message "Do you think it is a trap?" Said a junior member of his staff. "Probably, but he sounded truthful. Do it." All units fire on these coordinates if possible. Execute."

Marius looked up, and saw the shells, lasers, and all manner of weaponry coming towards his unit. He did two things near simeltaneously. Ejecting, and blowing his reactor core. A nova of white light burst from his 'mech as his cockpit did. Most of his unit was destroyed in the concentrated destructive force. The rest was mopped up by rebel forces that were goin to Base Delta. Marius was unconcious, left for dead.

Bump

Bump

Tancred read the reports with a taste of despair in his mouth. Half of his best unit had been destroyed, and the rebels now had near even ground with his own men. This was bad. Very Bad. Tancred started to slip into hysteria. He would leave Alcor, see how they like being left to the wolves. They deserved it, traitorous dogs. How could they defy him? The First Prince by right of birth? This was not right.

OOC: Lemme know if this does not work.

IC:

The ISB notes the potential withdrawal of the Government forces, and quietly sends a message to the rebellion on a secure frequency:

"We have noticed your fight.....while our benefactors are busy at the moment, we can supply you with arms and supplies, and information. Information you may need.

Red Rosa"

OOC: That works.

IC:
Mordecai recieved the message with a smile. "People, we have help." He passed the message around and immediatly began a reply that was short and to the point.

We accept your propsal. Is there anything you would like in return? On the arms scale, we are doing okay, but we need some help. If you could provide a few good tricks, that would be great.

OOC: That works.

IC:
Mordecai recieved the message with a smile. "People, we have help." He passed the message around and immediatly began a reply that was short and to the point.

We accept your propsal. Is there anything you would like in return? On the arms scale, we are doing okay, but we need some help. If you could provide a few good tricks, that would be great.

"Red Rosa" replied:

"We do not request anything in return. We are here to help out fellow comrades who are oppressed by tyranny. Our benefactors are occupied with helping to liberate another nation, but we may be able to provide covert help in the form of Commandos from our benefactors to perform sabotage missions. We may also provide help in the form of like minded personnel to lead resistance cells if you so desire.

Red Rosa"

OOC: Commandos in particular are the Dare Death Squads (not many of those, since they're busy with Huntaer) and Marine Commandoes (more of those). Dare Death Squads are basically Dirty Dozen/Last Chancer-types that are recruited from war criminals found on Hajarra and offenders in the Acolytes that perform suicide missions with a taste for battle that would make Rambo blush-they get nastier and more unsavory tasks. Marine Commandos are more conventional special forces that are like RL SEALs or SAS.

Mordecai read this, replied:

"This would be a very good idea." He thought for a moment. "What would probably be best is a few squads on Avalon, our capital, maybe one of your best there as well, and other spread out on the capital worlds of marches, and Arc-Royal, the main shipyard of Starenell. Feel free to set up resistance wherever, but the aforementioned worlds would be great, again.

OOC: Basically like a Death Dare on Avalon, and othe everywhere else. Feel free to blow eveyrthing to H*ll as my people are not going to be coming back here after the civil war.

Mordecai read this, replied:

"This would be a very good idea." He thought for a moment. "What would probably be best is a few squads on Avalon, our capital, maybe one of your best there as well, and other spread out on the capital worlds of marches, and Arc-Royal, the main shipyard of Starenell. Feel free to set up resistance wherever, but the aforementioned worlds would be great, again.

OOC: Basically like a Death Dare on Avalon, and othe everywhere else. Feel free to blow eveyrthing to H*ll as my people are not going to be coming back here after the civil war.

"Red Rosa" replied:

"Done and done."

Avalon-

An innocous looking civilian vessel moved as close as possible to Avalon as possible. Disguised as an ordinary trade ship, it was in reality concealing several Dare Death Squads. ISB had rigged their ship up with transporters, to ensure they could get onto the surface ASAP. Barring that, they had several Gagarin II Shuttles with Cloaking Devices on them to provide a means of extraction should things get too hot for the teleporters. Ships like this were prepared and sent in all over Starenell, inserted quietly to prevent suspicion, and targeting major installations.

The 500 men onboard sharpened their litham blades well. Force-powered, they would deliver a shocking blow-literally-to their opponents when used correctly. These were ex-Akrehite officers, men who had once been Ustashi, secret policemen trained in the art of the Force who had reigned unopposed until the New Dornalians came to their world and snatched them to that godforsaken camp in Siberia. The New Dornalians had trained them hard, and had treated them with a mixture of paternalism and contempt, even the chaplains barely giving them a break. Now, their skills, brutality, and lack of morals would be put to use.

The Commissar onboard said:

"Men! Soldiers! Tonight, you will land on this world, corrupted by Chaotic forces who wish to impose a reactionary regime on the Workers and Peasants of Starenell.

You were given clemency by Comrade MacIntyre and Comrade-Sensei Tadanobu, who have recognized that you, though corrupt, can be uncorrupted. That though dedicated to oppression, you may yet be shown the benefits of Democracy and True Liberty!

Now is your chance to redeem yourselves!

Now, show us that you have learned these things. Fight the Reactionary Fascists below. Kill as many as you can! Destroy the reactionary elements, who intend to spread falsehood and cultlike disorder!"

The men stood up ramrod straight, and filed onto the transporter, fully armed and ready to go. Then, the shimmering light of the transporter could be seen...and they were gone.

Next thing they knew, they were on the surface, their gear appearing sometime later. They had warped into the woods somewhere, it was the dead of night. One of the men spotted, in the distance, a few sentries. The men quietly moved towards the soldiers, using a combo of silent movement and the Force to remained concealed.

Then, when the time was right, they struck. One man swung his litham, and sent a bolt of Force Lightning towards one of the soldiers, electrifying him to death. His comrades tried to radio for help, but railgun fire silenced them.

The men pressed on, and they hid the bodies. Scouting out ahead, and aided by scans from the ship, it was determined that this was a sizable facility. In fact, it was the major transport hub they were to attack, and it was guarded with many soldiers, many men, many mechs and armor. The commander, Colonel Jurgan, smiled evilly. His men had not seen battle since the Great War on Hajarra, where they had bloodied their lithams in the trenches. Then his heart sank slightly-so many enemies! There must have been thousands of men. Then again, if they didn't do this, they were not allowed back.

They pulled together their weapons, and a few fireworks. The fireworks would cause a distraction, and the explosives would do the dirty work. They had grenades, RPG-Krak Rockets, Sniper Rifles, railguns, shotguns, lithams, lightsabers, mortars, and a substantial command of the Force, plus high explosives and other goodies. Before the mission, they had memorized a map of the complex and knew that they wanted to take out the power before anything else.

The Dare Death men then began fanning out, using the Force and silent movement once more to hide.

OOC: This next part's gonna make a few assumptions...I looked at your NSWiki, but even then, this may be a stretch.

IC:

Then, one of the men donned a uniform and kitbag from one of the dead soldiers, and used the Force to enter the complex, waving his hand and going: "Hey...it's me." After a patdown, he was let in. Of course...they didn't realize he had some hi-explosives.

He wandered in, and then looked around, sneaking about to avoid detection and occasionally using Force powers to kill anybody that got in the way. Then, he found the generator and transmitter. Planting explosives there, he then radioed the others, saying: "It's done."

He then hid in the toilet, and detonated the explosives. The power cut out, and the complex went on alert.

Then, the Dare Death force moved closer to the transport yard, and then launched mortars and RPG-Krak rockets at the enemy. A bloodcurdling cry went up, and fireworks-red fireworks in the formation of a death's head-signaled the beginning of operations. Teams charged in, flitting in and out of the shadows using the Force and striking at hordes of enemy infantry with Force Lightning from their Lithams and shotgun and railgun fire, and throwing objects about to cause confusion with their powers. The enemy fought back violently, and 50 Dare Death men died in the breakin. Some remained outside to cover their rear....

As they broke into the complex, they went on a rampage. In the confusion, they began demolishing cargo containers, blowing up mechs' legs, sabotaging maglev lines and generally messing the place up. With a streak of viciousness, they took no prisoners among the military-those who tried to resist were cut down automatically, mostly by very gruesome litham stabs and cuts. Those who surrendered were hustled off to the side, and shoved merclessly into secured areas, where they were guarded by fellow Dare Death men. Then, as soon as they destroyed most of the valuable property and took out most of the enemy, they offered the prisoners a choice. Join the rebellion against the First Prince, or die. The men grudgingly joined.

Then, the Dare Death men fled, getting beamed away to another location on Avalon....

OOC: Thorin and Arc-Royal "Workers and Peasants" will go right to you. Expect more resistance on Arc-Royal, and Iaress is a little corrupt, they will not like yu too much.

Arc-Royal Shipyard-

The Marine Commandos were teleported into, of all places, a storage bay where goods and materials were stored. The Marines knew what to do. Like the Dare Death men, the Red Rosa network had fed them a map of the complex, and told them to hit the power station, the communications facility, and sabotage the construction yards in the nastiest way they could think of. Unlike the Dare Deaths, they had to follow rules of ethics-they couldn't afford mass murder or violence, they had to be more surgical.

And, since this was a vital facility, they had to be really careful...the area was fortified, drone guns, angry guards who looked like they got out of marital disputes, the works. Red Rosa provided the Marines going after the main targets with Staric work uniform schematics so they could go in disguised, and minimize their chances of getting caught. Meanwhile, undisguised Marine units would provide a distraction.

Thus, the men began to sneak out of the bay, different teams going to different sections of the Shipyard. They were in disguise, but they were still armed, with SMGs and

They were met by a worker, who held his hands up when he saw that the men who looked like his fellow workers were definetly not Staric. Surprisingly, the man didn't call for help. Instead, he said, "Thank goodness."

The Marines then took him to a closet and told him of their mission. He agreed to sneak the team into the comms area, which was jealously guarded. As the worker led the men to the door, he opened it up. The guards let him in, but they stopped the Marines. At this, the Marines punched out the Guards, and shot them. They then had to put them somewhere safe, like a broom closet.

The Marines then brandished their railpistols at the men in the room. The worker who let them in explained the situation. The comms workers then proceeded to spill their drinks on the consoles, and mess with the settings. They even borrowed the Marines' pistols and rail-SMGs and shot at the consoles When the Marines became perplexed, the comms workers revealed they had had it with the authorities (and those guns were pretty scary), and would try and help them. Thus, they proceeded to help them smash all the other equipment, and the Marines fled with them.

However, somebody noticed that external communications were down. Then, Security and its cameras noticed that there was a "riot" going on in the Communications Area. Thus, the Alert was sounded, soldiers flooded the hallways armed and dangerous.

The plan was going a bit awry. A squad of soldiers met the Marines that were to be the distraction, and opened fire on them, forcing a retreat. Two men were wounded, and the Marines fired shotguns and threw grenades into the enemy ranks, causing casualties. However, the enemy kept coming, and the undisguised Marines had to stay alert and moving, engaging squads of enemy infantry that tried to cut them off at various twists and turns.

Meanwhile, the Marines gunning for the Security area took refuge in the toilet, as a column of men ran nearby. They then dashed quickly, and were forced to engage a group of enemy soldiers with SMGs and pistols. It was by sheer luck they escaped, casualties were incurred as a man was wounded.

Eventually they





Thorin-

This world had Marine and Dare Death men teleported onto the surface, along with an ISB handler from the Red Rosa Network to organize operations. Like the Dare Death team, they landed in the woods. Red Rosa had provided a map of the area, and several towns and an industrial complex were nearby.

The Marines expected a fierce firefight; after all, they had the bad luck to be near a populated area. Thus, they proceeded with caution.

As they approached the outskirts of one of the towns, they were spotted by locals. Initially suspicious, the Marines captured the civilian and explained what they were here for. The civilian smiled. He said that they were flatly against Tancred, he and his people, and they'd be happy to shelter them and even join them.

The Marines approached this with some caution, and so did the handler. This almost sounded too good to be true. But, interrogations of the other townspeople confirmed it. They were opposed, and they would welcome all the support possible. The Red Rosa man negotiated with the mayor of the village, and agreed to begin providing supplies to them to supply a militia to resist. Thus, as the Marines and Dare Death began securing the area, medical supplies, rations, and arms were teleported down to the townspeople, who began to covertly stash them.

Iaress-

OOC: Posts to be finished tomorrow.

OOC: Okay, that worked pretty well. The 'mech might have given slightly more of a fight, but they were probably not too many or powerful.

IC: Of the men who were prisoners, some were actually eager to join the rebellion. Maybe half of these were just going to the winners, but some really did want to fight Tancred, and this gave them a chance they proably would not have had before. One of these was Kara Canaus, sho had already been doing some subvertive operations against Tancred. She went over to the Death Dares, and began giving them details of her operations she had, and contacts, all that good stuff. Then she began socializing with them, asking their names etc.

OOC: Thorin and Arc-Royal "Workers and Peasants" will go right to you. Expect more resistance on Arc-Royal, and Iaress is a little corrupt, they will not like yu too much.

OOC: Okay, that worked pretty well. The 'mech might have given slightly more of a fight, but they were probably not too many or powerful.

IC: Of the men who were prisoners, some were actually eager to join the rebellion. Maybe half of these were just going to the winners, but some really did want to fight Tancred, and this gave them a chance they proably would not have had before. One of these was Kara Canaus, sho had already been doing some subvertive operations against Tancred. She went over to the Death Dares, and began giving them details of her operations she had, and contacts, all that good stuff. Then she began socializing with them, asking their names etc.

OOC: Thorin and Arc-Royal "Workers and Peasants" will go right to you. Expect more resistance on Arc-Royal, and Iaress is a little corrupt, they will not like yu too much.

The Dare Death Squaddies were actually quite articulate and gentlemanly to Kara, being secret police and members of a once-priveleged class back home, they treated this source of information well. Besides, she was one of the few women they had seen in months who wasn't barking at them to negotiate obstacles in freezing weather.

Colonel Jurgan, meanwhile, compiled the information she gave, and made out a list of potential targets. Some of these included industrial complexes, barracks, royal mansions, major roads, and urban targets.

He also sent for more supplies and guns to give his nascent army. Being a Dare Death Man, the higher-ups were nervous about giving his command more guns. But, since he was beginning to organize a resistance cell, they gave in and transported some supplies below, mainly rations, railguns, grenades, and more explosives, plus medical supplies to help fix up the wounded men.

(ooc: I'm going to try to get in on this one, as long as its alright if I pretend my coup event in The Lost Ones is over. I am going to wrap that up soon I swear, I just finished a big project so maybe this weekend.)

When the Universal Council adopted Tidan's commitment to the GFFA, they deployed the Adept Service to 'get to know' their new friends and allies. Though the Orothean Tidani insisted that they were all trust worthy, and had proven themselves over and over in the past, the other tribes still prefered to learn all they could.

(ooc: The adepts are agents of the Tidani intelligence and special forces/black ops. They are trained in the weirding way -martial art of the Bene Gesserit from Dune- hence the title 'Adepts'. This makes them skilled in combat as well as not being seen, prized talents for intelligence agents and black ops alike. Adepts rarely come from outside of the three tribes Arderial(avians), d'Resh(desert), Paradwyn(jungle).)

And so Adepts were scattered too GFFA worlds to learn what they could. Their mission was not to extract secrets, merely to learn who their allies were culturally and personally for themselves.

And so when a young paradan Adept was sent to Starenell, he chose Alcor to base his operation. Living in the jungle, that so reminded him of his home on Bythan, Adept Iar spent his days monitoring communications and video/audio feeds. In a way he was getting paid to watch and listen to their cultural programming, which suited him just fine even if it was that of an alien world.

When things started getting tense, and a full civil war broke out, his mission changed from observing to surveillance.

(ooc: If every thing is acceptable, I'll continue and get involved covertly as well. Perhaps even link up with ND and cause some big damage.)

(ooc: If every thing is acceptable, I'll continue and get involved covertly as well. Perhaps even link up with ND and cause some big damage.)

OOC: I'd actually like to have somebody link up with me and start inflicting damage. Get in contact with the Red Rosa network if you can-those are my spies in Starenell.

OOC: Okay, I am going to make a new thread for all the subversive operations going on. Anything on alcor can stay here. Weirding is cool, go Paul. There will be some government forces on Thorin, but the militia will go to you. Tidan, go ahead use fluid time, I am doing it a ton. I think civil wars increase use of fluid time by like, 100%.

IC: Tancred returned home in a rather foul mood. He was quiet, but anyone trying to talk to him was lashed out at and left him alone. He eventually came back form this, and started giving orders. Major worlds, and anywhere with reports of rebellion (Not Thorin yet) would have more troops stationed there. There would be a group on every planet, and militias would be pulled into those groups. Unassigned units would pull back to the March Capitals. He was going to win this before it started.

Arc-Royal Shipyard-Part 1

The Marine Commandos were teleported into, of all places, a storage bay where goods and materials were stored. The Marines knew what to do. Like the Dare Death men, the Red Rosa network had fed them a map of the complex, and told them to hit the power station, the communications facility, and sabotage the construction yards in the nastiest way they could think of. Unlike the Dare Deaths, they had to follow rules of ethics-they couldn't afford mass murder or violence, they had to be more surgical.

And, since this was a vital facility, they had to be really careful...the area was fortified, drone guns, angry guards who looked like they got out of marital disputes, the works. Red Rosa provided the Marines going after the main targets with Staric work uniform schematics so they could go in disguised, and minimize their chances of getting caught. Meanwhile, undisguised Marine units would provide a distraction.

Thus, the men began to sneak out of the bay, different teams going to different sections of the Shipyard. They were in disguise, but they were still armed, with SMGs and pistols.

They were met by a worker, who held his hands up when he saw that the men who looked like his fellow workers were definetly not Staric. Surprisingly, the man didn't call for help. Instead, he said, "Thank goodness."

The Marines then took him to a closet and told him of their mission. He agreed to sneak the team into the comms area, which was jealously guarded. As the worker led the men to the door, he opened it up. The guards let him in, but they stopped the Marines. At this, the Marines punched out the Guards, and shot them. They then had to put them somewhere safe, like a broom closet.

The Marines then brandished their railpistols at the men in the room. The worker who let them in explained the situation. The comms workers then proceeded to spill their drinks on the consoles, and mess with the settings. They even borrowed the Marines' pistols and rail-SMGs and shot at the consoles When the Marines became perplexed, the comms workers revealed they had had it with the authorities (and those guns were pretty scary), and would try and help them. Thus, they proceeded to help them smash all the other equipment, and the Marines fled with them.
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However, somebody noticed that external communications were down. Then, Security and its cameras noticed that there was a "riot" going on in the Communications Area. Thus, the Alert was sounded, soldiers flooded the hallways armed and dangerous.

The plan was going a bit awry.

A squad of soldiers met the Marines that were to be the distraction, and opened fire on them, forcing a retreat. Two men were wounded, and the Marines fired shotguns and threw grenades into the enemy ranks, causing casualties. However, the enemy kept coming, and the undisguised Marines had to stay alert and moving, engaging squads of enemy infantry that tried to cut them off at various twists and turns.

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Meanwhile, the Marines gunning for the Security area took refuge in the toilet, as a column of men ran nearby. They then dashed quickly, and were forced to engage a group of enemy soldiers with SMGs and pistols. It was by sheer luck they escaped, casualties were incurred as a man was wounded.

Eventually they dashed into a walk-in closet, and radioed the Marines who had smashed up the Comms center. They agreed to meet, and storm the Security Area together.

First they had to meet at a nearby halfway point, a barracks area for shipyard workers. The men in the closet agreed to the arrangement, and when there were no Staric infantry nearby, they rushed to the meeting place. The other Marines and their compatriots did the same.

There, as they moved out, they came under fire from two more squads of enemy infantry. The Marines shot back, their SMGs and pistols blazing away at the enemy. The rebel workers then took the rifles from the dead soldiers, and followed.

Resistance increased near the Security Area, as drone guns, blast doors, and all the other security goodies top-level facilities like that have began to come into play. It began to resemble a Keystone Kops film, as the Marines leaped through closign doors, ducked and evaded drone gun shots with moves that would put the NBA's best to shame, and began to exploit all the little nooks and crannies the facility had to offer. Casualties were mounting; one man was dead, and though several disgruntled workers had taken his place, they were getting hammered too; two men were dead.

As they desperately tried to hide in a remote corridor, they radioed the ISB Mothership for some explosives, and shotguns-fast. They were warped down right near them, and the Marines quickly put these guns to use, clearing out a thick concentration of enemy infantry and blowing down some drone guns.

They were getting exhausted, and wounds and shots had been wearing them down. But they were close to the Security Command Area.

They blew out some more drone guns, and finally approached the massive blast door that had been implemented to seal off the final set of corridors leading to the Security Command Area. Radioing for some High Explosives, the ISB Ships beamed some down, and they proceeded to mount large quantities on what they judged to be the weakest parts of the door. Then, they backed away, and detonated the explosives, bending the door, but not breaking it.

This was going to be a problem. If they couldn't break in, then they couldn't stop Security from summoning all those men, and those nice little defenses. As it turned out, the communications center being destroyed made it impossible to hack into the systems directly. So, they had to bring in a ISB Door Descrambler, again by transport, and used a direct linkup from the vessel to the Descrambler to finally get the door open.

The Marines then proceeded forth.....after another set of battles, they finally broke through several more blast doors, dealt with several more squads, and entered the Security Control Area. After a fierce firefight, the room was secured. The disgruntled workers serving as translators, the Marines shut down the drone guns and opened all blast doors and secure areas-making it much easier for the others to do their jobs. And, they sent a message to the Arc-Royal's Employees-

"Attention All Employees-

The First Prince of Starenell intends to use this facility for his evil ends! He intends to impose a bleak, Chaotic dictatorship that will usurp your rights and destroy your local autonomy!

Nevermind these things, we have witnessed your working conditions. Many of your fellow Workers have complained of the conditions here. They say what you all think. That this facility, under the present management, is oppressive, and for little benefit and pay, they take your labor for the sole benefit of a man who has become mad! This is not what you signed up for!

We therefore, encourage you employees, cast off your chains! They are the only thing to be lost!"

The Staric soldiers realized this was bad, it meant the invaders had the security center under their command. For the Arc-Royal's Employees, it meant that whoever was shaking things up was not here to kill them, and in fact, was there to help them out. Thus, they began to resist, taunting Staric soldiers and even rioting in one of the cafeterias.

OOC: Part 2 coming up.

OOC: I made the other thread, it is Broken Glass: Under Cover of Darkness. Ging to be another thread soon as well.

Iar, scanned through the news reports, then compared them to what was actually going on. He sliced and hacked data networks and communication grids. What he eventually found was a few references to a group known as Red Rosa. They had contacted the Alcor resistance, and soon after foreign fighters began stirring things up on other worlds. He went over the reports and rumors about the fighters. Their dress and tactics, their equipment and language. It soon became clear who was behind the attacks in his mind, and Red Rose fell right into place in his theory.

He tried to contact Red Rosa, he first had to trace their messages back to their source. Not easy. The communications were bouncing back and forth across a dozen different sattelite networks and relays on half a dozen worlds. Eventually he got there.

Red Rosa, this is a friend from Nadit. We have much to discuss.

A set of coordinates were sent along with the message. They were a busy market district on Alcor. A second set however was imbedded in the message. These were the real coordinates. A run down warehouse block.

Iar hoped that they would catch the rather blatent, but completely deniable hint as to the sender.
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Three days later Iar stood inside a gutted warehouse, waiting to see if guests would arrive.

Three days later Iar stood inside a gutted warehouse, waiting to see if guests would arrive.

The Red Rosa network got the message from "Nadit." The network's leaders were suspicious of who the message was sent from, until one agent got the idea to spell Nadit backwards. Thus, the ISB agents in Red Rosa knew that allies were in the area, and worth meeting. Red Rosa's hackers got the message, and the real set of coordinates in the coordinates sent.

Thus, an agent was sent to the meeting site. Orlanda Yang, a catgirl agent, wandered through the run-down district the Tidani contact was supposed to be. She was armed, but only with a Fairbairn-Sykes vibroknife-she didn't want to give the impression something was up. She snuck through the area, until she could sense somebody. Catgirls could do that-thanks to mutations, all of them had some latent "Spider Sense," that proved mightily useful and would occasionally blossom into full on Force sensitivity. She hid, and then peered inside...it was her man.

She then straightened up her coat, and walked in confidently. She said, "Good day, sir. Red Rosa sends her greetings."

They were introduced and got down to business.

"I have been following most of what has been happening including the foreign fighters. I assume your handy work? I have been updating my superiors and they are concerned about the state of the Starenell government as it is, and would like to help enact change for the better. In as subtle a way as possible though. Well, not subtle, revolutions are never subtle, covert is more the word I am searching for. So in this endeavor, Tidan would like to work with your government's agents to aid the rebels. I am here to find out how we can best help each other do just that."

They were introduced and got down to business.

"I have been following most of what has been happening including the foreign fighters. I assume your handy work? I have been updating my superiors and they are concerned about the state of the Starenell government as it is, and would like to help enact change for the better. In as subtle a way as possible though. Well, not subtle, revolutions are never subtle, covert is more the word I am searching for. So in this endeavor, Tidan would like to work with your government's agents to aid the rebels. I am here to find out how we can best help each other do just that."

Orlanda smiled, and said with a twinkle, "Ah, the rebellion. You are correct in assuming my benefactors in Los Angeles, that sunny town of movie stars and plastic surgery and other good stuff, did and are aiding the rebels."

She then said, leaning back on a decrepit pillar, "We may need some aid on Avalon, we have a team there that's working with local resistance to try and take the place over, and news indicates martial law isn't far away.

But, there is a greater concern.

My comrades in arms are contemplating going after Iaress. That's one spot we have not set foot on."

She then said, "If we are to ensure success for the rebellion there, we may need your assistance in organizing Rebel cells there. Reports say the locals there are loyal to Tancred, if only out of self-interest."

Getting up off of the pillar and walking up close to Iar, she then said with a sly twinkle typical of spies who love their jobs, "I'd rather we make it not so."

Orlanda smiled, and said with a twinkle, "Ah, the rebellion. You are correct in assuming my benefactors in Los Angeles, that sunny town of movie stars and plastic surgery and other good stuff, did and are aiding the rebels."

She then said, leaning back on a decrepit pillar, "We may need some aid on Avalon, we have a team there that's working with local resistance to try and take the place over, and news indicates martial law isn't far away.

But, there is a greater concern.

My comrades in arms are contemplating going after Iaress. That's one spot we have not set foot on."

She then said, "If we are to ensure success for the rebellion there, we may need your assistance in organizing Rebel cells there. Reports say the locals there are loyal to Tancred, if only out of self-interest."

Getting up off of the pillar and walking up close to Iar, she then said with a sly twinkle typical of spies who love their jobs, "I'd rather we make it not so."

Iar liked her attitude. "Thats the problem with excess, it's easy to become comfortable with what is happening around you. I think they need to learn some lessons about the difference between wants and needs. They will turn on Tancred quickly once the hand-outs end.

I think we can help your forces on Avalon and, you are correct, Iaress must be swept clean of the Prince's corruption. Do you have any operations planned?"

But then he though better of it and raised a hand. "Wait, I think we have chanced this location long enough. If you would accompany me back to my camp, I could collect my equipment and we could perhaps move to a more permanent location for this join operation?"

Iar liked her attitude. "Thats the problem with excess, it's easy to become comfortable with what is happening around you. I think they need to learn some lessons about the difference between wants and needs. They will turn on Tancred quickly once the hand outs end.

I think we can help your forces on Avalon and, you are correct, Iaress must be swept clean of the Prince's corruption. Do you have any operations planned?"

But then he though better of it and raised a hand. "Wait, I think we have chanced this location long enough. If you would accompany me back to my camp, I could collect my equipment and we could perhaps move to a more permanent location for this join operation?"

Orlanda said, bowing slightly and with that same twinkle, "If you wish for it to be so, then it shall be so."

She then got up, and began walking. Turning to face Iar, she said, "What sort of a permanent location do you have in mind?"

Orlanda said, bowing slightly and with that same twinkle, "If you wish for it to be so, then it shall be so."

She then got up, and began walking. Turning to face Iar, she said, "What sort of a permanent location do you have in mind?"

"Well, I have been working out of a small camp west of here in the jungle. It is a nice little place to sit and avoid prying eyes while I slice and hack, but one thing it lacks is contacts.

Does the resistance have a base of operations? Somewhere that we could work amongst them, learn of their operations, inform them of where we are acting so they can tell their cells near by? A place where the entire rebellion can be organized and coordinated into a machine of liberation?"

"Well, I have been working out of a small camp west of here in the jungle. It is a nice little place to sit and avoid prying eyes while I slice and hack, but one thing it lacks is contacts.

Does the resistance have a base of operations? Somewhere that we could work amongst them, learn of their operations, inform them of where we are acting so they can tell their cells near by? A place where the entire rebellion can be organized and coordinated into a machine of liberation?"

Orlanda said, "On Avalon, it was reported that after their last raid, they took prisoner a vital spy working for the underground. Using that contact, they figured out she was working a number of connections in the cities already. The rebellion so far seems to be organized in cells, so they have no one central base.

As of now, Colonel Jurgan, our man on the planet, is still in guerilla operations; he has yet to establish a permanent base, so to speak, though he did wire a report he had set up a supply camp in the woods, as a sort of covert ammo dump. We can use that as a center. Or, I can just get Jurgan and that spy they got to make one once he meets you."

"Avalon?" Iar though. "Isn't the capital the heart of Prince Tancred's forces? Is that really the best place for a centralized resistance? Where are the leaders of the resistance? There has to be someone inciting this and taking charge. Is it really just local cells all rising up at the same time?"

"Avalon?" Iar though. "Isn't the capital the heart of Prince Tancred's forces? Is that really the best place for a centralized resistance? Where are the leaders of the resistance? There has to be someone inciting this and taking charge. Is it really just local cells all rising up at the same time?"

Orlanda said continuing, "On Iaress, there is no resistance we know of."

She then saw him, and her senses said something wasn't right. Orlanda then said, "Look, as far as we know, this place, Alcor, is the closest thing to a center the Resistance has. Mainly, all we have encountered is localized cell-and-planet-based resistance, though the Spy on Avalon, Kara Canaus, seems to be a high leader on Avalon. Thorin, meanwhile, is being organized as we speak, the operation is in the hands of a coalition of resistance leaders helped by the Marines, focused around the Mayor of Spallsburg, where Marine leaders made contact with the locals."

She then said, "If organization is a problem, we can perhaps try and get the groups closer. Red Rosa liasons are already in place; perhaps we can get your men and the Staric Resistance involved?"

Iar composed himself. "I am just worried. Isolated the flames of rebellion are easily stomped out one by one. They seem to be doing well so far, I just wonder how long militia groups can stand alone against regular soldiers. Perhaps I am just thinking too big about a puzzle of fixed size." He drifted off a little in thought. "Well, at the very least I think it would be good for our two organizations to create a joint field command while we feed the flames here. Our forces are not confined to one planet and could probably do well to know all that is going on around them. The combined senses of the Acolytes and Adepts could turn this brawl in the dark into a real fight." He grinned.

Iar composed himself. "I am just worried. Isolated the flames of rebellion are easily stomped out one by one. They seem to be doing well so far, I just wonder how long militia groups can stand alone against regular soldiers. Perhaps I am just thinking too big about a puzzle of fixed size." He drifted off a little in thought. "Well, at the very least I think it would be good for our two organizations to create a joint field command while we feed the flames here. Our forces are not confined to one planet and could probably do well to know all that is going on around them. The combined senses of the Acolytes and Adepts could turn this brawl in the dark into a real fight." He grinned.

Orlanda said, with a slight chuckle: "And for a moment I thought we were beginning to turn to different pages. I do not doubt our Acolytes and your Adepts can make life miserable for Tancred."

She then grew serious and said, "I agree. We should create a joint field command, and bring revolutionary operations under a single entity. Perhaps if coordinated, the Resistance can fight more effectively and overcome any future issues. They are, as you have said, militia, with a handful of fighters. I trust them, but there will be more regulars on their way to try and snuff them out. This we know."

"Agreed."

They returned to Iar's camp where he packed up his equipment. A portable computer and several communications dishes packed up neatly and inconspicuously into two small cases.

"Well, where should we go then?"

"Agreed."

They returned to Iar's camp where he packed up his equipment. A portable computer and several communications dishes packed up neatly and inconspicuously into two small cases.

"Well, where should we go then?"

Orlanda said, "Well, I would suggest two options.

Option one is this: Red Rosa is using modified merchantmen equipped with transporters and communications equipment to coordinate operations on planets. Perhaps a grand, mobile command facility that can more easily avoid detection would work for us.

Option two is simple; we stay here and organize from here. A more permanent base, we have the men here, Allied and Staric, but more vulnerable in the long run. For now, however, we're good-our enemies think this is just another jerkwater planet."

"I may be able to help with that first one. Adepts are usually placed on planets to uncover information, but we have used our sensor/explorer class of ship as a base for operations that need to be more mobile before."

He took out his communications gear again, and began sending messages to the Adept Service. After some time of inquiry and several levels of authorizations, a conclusive message returned.

Change in operation parameters approved. Await arrival of frozen eye.

The code at the end of the message refered to Tidan's Great White Narth (http://s14.invisionfree.com/Galactic_Federation/index.php?showtopic=303&view=findpost&p=593352) class cruiser. The codename came from the vast array of long and short range sensors they housed and the tribe that crewed them.
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After two days of waiting TCS Exposure arrived over Alcor. EM dispersion and gravity compensation kept it hidden from government and offworld scanners for now. Its stealth would undoubtedly not last very long, but it never intended to stay forever.

Iar and Orlanda were transported to from the surface to the ship. As they materialized in the transporter room the shock of subzero temperatures hit them. Naran (http://s14.invisionfree.com/Galactic_Federation/index.php?showtopic=362&view=findpost&p=451690) crew members approached them and gave them thick fur coats.

Iar turned to Orlanda and tried to explain a little as his breath formed clouds of vapor crystals. "Naran. They are from the Nar tribe. They live in almost isolation on their frozen homeworld of Nar. Because of that they are very suited to long exploration missions alone in deep space. We can move to some rooms that are at more suitable temperatures, but first we should transport aboard anyone else that you need from Red Rosa."

OOC: Technically, I think Starenell wants us to us Alcor as the main Resistance base, I talked to him on PMs on the GFFA Forums. He also mentioned something about the old prince returning there to lead....so you may have to edit that post. Sorry.

Unless of course, you could consider the mobile center as a field base, while Alcor is the main one.

(ooc: really? All I saw was the part where you said go ahead and use the ship, then Starenell said that was a good idea. So I ran with it. Well, either way I think I will keep the ship around.

If we decide not to use it as the base can I just gather some equipment from it and then have it transport us to the new base? That way I don't have to undo what I have already done.

Perhaps if this new prince shows up he can contact you through the Red Rosas and we can depart the ship to meet him.)

(ooc: really? All I saw was the part where you said go ahead and use the ship, then Starenell said that was a good idea. So I ran with it. Well, either way I think I will keep the ship around.

If we decide not to use it as the base can I just gather some equipment from it and then have it transport us to the new base? That way I don't have to undo what I have already done.

Perhaps if this new prince shows up he can contact you through the Red Rosas and we can depart the ship to meet him.)

OOC: Well, we can use it as the field command post, and Alcor as the permanent HQ post to avoid confusion (I reread the relevant PMs and thread, and I think Starenell may have interpreted the base on Alcor as a permanent thing, while the ships is a field command post, though this is speculation).

Still, I'll talk to him.

(ooc: Ok that sounds good. I would still like to recover back to where we should be the way I expressed above. Have the new leader/Red Rosa establish the main base and call us back off the ship. That way I can get a field comm unit from the ship for instant communications between the ship and the base, and I also don't have to undo my last IC post. If that is ok. Anyway just let me know either here or in the forum of via TG.)

OOC: Well, we can use it as the field command post, and Alcor as the permanent HQ post to avoid confusion (I reread the relevant PMs and thread, and I think Starenell may have interpreted the base on Alcor as a permanent thing, while the ships is a field command post, though this is speculation).

Still, I'll talk to him.
Yeah, that sounds good. Field command and semi-permanent.

Yeah, that sounds good. Field command and semi-permanent.

OOC: Deal. Tidan, you don't have to edit your post :).

Now, when will Julian come back?

Iar turned to Orlanda and tried to explain a little as his breath formed clouds of vapor crystals. "Naran. They are from the Nar tribe. They live in almost isolation on their frozen homeworld of Nar. Because of that they are very suited to long exploration missions alone in deep space. We can move to some rooms that are at more suitable temperatures, but first we should transport aboard anyone else that you need from Red Rosa."

Orlanda then said, "Well, I can send for an assistant. Besides that, I'm to be the main liason from Red Rosa to the command. So, that's about it."

She then called for an assistant, and five minutes later, an elf rushed into the room. He bowed and said in a German accent, "Good day, Commander. I am Agent Reinhard Goldstein. I understand you need an assistant?"

Orlanda said, "Yes. You will work with me on the TCS Exposure, handling communications and cases, along with other matters. I'll beam you aboard first, and meet up with you there."

Reinhard then nodded and said, "Yes. It is understood."

Reinhard was then beamed up....and Orlanda was ready.

OOC: Deal. Tidan, you don't have to edit your post :).

Now, when will Julian come back?

Pretty soon. If you want him now I can speed it up.

Pretty soon. If you want him now I can speed it up.

OOC: That'd be good.

OOC: Okay. You will see a thread soon.