Galactic Society (Open/Lounge RP, but READ FIRST POST)

[Romulan_Furry]

*** Sedra Orbit, approaching UNSC Allegiance ***

The UNSC Allegiance de-cloaked to take in the drop ship as Frosty looked at the NI. "Is that what I think it is?" he asked.

"I'm seeing it, too," Zuko added. "A Neural Interface. What would an Innie be doing with one of those? Those are UNSC Issue." He eyed Blaine, a hint of suspicion in his eyes. "Something you didn't mention?"

"Probably," Frosty said, "But we still have a common enemy - now three. We do not need a feud with ONI on top of them."

*** Draco City Government Enclave, Dragon'taan ***

"Well, the Medical Corps was looking into the possibility of neurotransmissions for non-dragon-shifters, similar to the method a dragon-shifter can copy his knowledge into a willing mind. The results were very promising," Ambassador Makkar explained, sliding a portable computer terminal toward Shoon with obvious fields to fill out regarding his species. "Just fill that out, and we can get started with your faction's registration. Anyway, General Suleyk - the man in charge of developing the neurotransmission technology - decided to suspend release of the tech in the wake of the eradication of the Borg Collective and the Borg technology Marauder Corps and New Cerinia Command forces recovered from the Covenant Remnant, among other sources."

*** Indari Manor, Dragon'taan ***

Without putting his hand on Raz, Kyle used the Force to try and ascertain what exactly was happening. "He's burning up badly, but I can't tell what's causing it. Where's Maria?" he asked.

"She went to New Cerinia, said something about a rumor about a doctor who knew Draglings better than she. Mathayus went with her," Anna responded.

"Alright... put out an open-comm transmission for help in this matter - here and New Cerinia, see if we can get professional help - with luck, it may draw out the doc Maria went looking for," Kyle requested. Anna nodded and hurried off. Kyle put a hand on Raz's head, seemingly not affected by Raz's extreme tempurature. "Hang in there, son - we're getting help."

*** Near Battered Barn, New Cerinia ***

Maria - the female white tiger with black stripes - and Mathayus - the blue Cerinian Fox with Amber-yellow dragon eyes - stepped from their landed ship, a Pelican-class Drop Ship that had flown from the hangar of Mathayus' flagship, the refitted Infinity-class Star Dreadnought Indomitable Crusader.

"Honey, you sure it's alright to land the Pelican here?" Maria asked.

"It's an abandoned farmstead," Mathayus responded, making sure one of his several lightsabers clipped to his belt stayed there on a fastening that really needed a good welding. "Damn thing... need to get little brother to fix this..." he muttered. He stopped fiddling with the weapon and continued, "The original family won a galactic lottery and moved to Coruscant, and no one has bought up the land."

*** New Berlin ***

"Oh, I see. The prisons are bad enough - the economic restrictions and sanctions they put on you when you get out, regardless of your behavior in their 'correctional system'... those are even worse," Benny said, boarding the waiting drop ship. "I understand where you're coming from, there - spent ten years in a UNSC Penal Colony in the Brental Aseroid Facility, near the UAC Outpost Hood, before I was recruited by our recruiter inside the UNSC there - the warden, William Smithers. Good man." He motioned for "Tron" to follow him. "Don't be shy, pal - we're just heading to our base in this region. Don't worry about being spotted - this thing is outfitted with a cloaking cloaking device; a gift from our Tal Shiar friends."

*** Qo'nos ***

"If we can get a lead on her, we can send her an escort to get her home," Korath suggested, "Though, to be honest, you'd have a better time getting our allies in the Romulan Republic on that; a Klingon lives for combat, but our Romulan allies seek to safeguard everyone they consider allies; they might be able to get to her faster than we. Regardless, did she say anything about where she was going specifically?"

*** Coruscant ***

"Copy that, Faith, stand by for approach vector - be advised, we are experiencing higher than average traffic today, so you may have to wait approximately five to ten minutes for a docking space; would you prefer orbital docking, or a planetside landing?" explained a young canine with an Imperial accent (imperial accents among the Star Wars universe sound somewhat British).

Seemingly unbeknownst to Anna, an odd anomaly, originally stationary, would begin approaching Faith from behind; it had an odd anti-proton signature accompanied by intermittent tachyon emissions.

*** Unspecified Location ***

The fleet grew more restless, diversified, and larger, as time passed. If left unreported, this fleet could potentially flood into the Galactic Society with devastating results. It recently added a fleet of vessels originally belonging to the Interstellar Concordium, alongside a number of Mandalorian vessels, aged Imperial vessels, and had added the might of a few smaller factions with stakes in the galaxy; elements of the Cardassian True Way Rebels, a fleet of vessels broken off from the Breen Confederacy, and multiple droid-controlled vessels from something the droids labeled as the "Eternal Fleet." And as time passed, more vessels joined this fleet. Several construction tugs arrived, along with a swarm of unidentified tugs hauling a massive starbase.

[Blaiiine]

*** Sedra Orbit, approaching UNSC Allegiance ***The UNSC Allegiance de-cloaked to take in the drop ship as Frosty looked at the NI. "Is that what I think it is?" he asked."I'm seeing it, too," Zuko added. "A Neural Interface. What would an Innie be doing with one of those? Those are UNSC Issue." He eyed Blaine, a hint of suspicion in his eyes. "Something you didn't mention?""Probably," Frosty said, "But we still have a common enemy - now three. We do not need a feud with ONI on top of them."

Blaine sighed and shook his arms, still full of adrenaline. "I'd assume you'd know that quite a few UNSC personnel defected in the last few months," He said, in a matter of fact tone. The troopers sat back, smoking and generally avoiding the conversation. "Guarantee he's some Marine officer who got a case of colonial guilt, ran off and joined the URF," Blaine sighed, as he cuffed the rebel before sitting down. He pulled his sidearm out, pulled the slide back and looked to the Innie, deciding whether he was worth the time of removing the NI.

[Razuel]

*** Indari Manor, Dragon'taan ***

Without putting his hand on Raz, Kyle used the Force to try and ascertain what exactly was happening. "He's burning up badly, but I can't tell what's causing it. Where's Maria?" he asked.

"She went to New Cerinia, said something about a rumor about a doctor who knew Draglings better than she. Mathayus went with her," Anna responded.

"Alright... put out an open-comm transmission for help in this matter - here and New Cerinia, see if we can get professional help - with luck, it may draw out the doc Maria went looking for," Kyle requested. Anna nodded and hurried off. Kyle put a hand on Raz's head, seemingly not affected by Raz's extreme tempurature. "Hang in there, son - we're getting help."

Raz groaned as the hand was set on his head, his panicked aura calming down slightly, but he was still in pain from the sickness he was dealing with.


*** Near Battered Barn, New Cerinia **

"Fawn pressed a hand on a child's head, rubbing it softly, "Don't worry, Ms.Aber, Kalt will be fine... I recommend bringing him to a church, they will care for him if declared sanctuary...  just keep a close eye on the boy and if he starts to convulsed,  take this injection pen and stab it into his side.. if blood is drawn, it's okay, it just means that the medicine is working.", Ms. Aber looked at the pen after grabbing it, "Blood?", Fawn nodded, "Yes, this serum causes the body to quickly speed through this specific sickness, causing the blood to spill slightly as it goes extremely quickly through the veins..", Ms.Aber nodded and gently picked up her boy, the wolf-lady making her way out, not noticing the dropship.


After a few moments where Fawn was cleaning his equipment to a chrome shine, he noticed something... the normal herd of sheep that walked by every day seemed to be baa-ing in anger that a ship and people had landed on their grazing spot.The sheep surrounded Maria and Mathayus, bumping into their legs and pushing them to move, but they all went quiet as Fawn walked out, annoyed by this ship being in this area and even more by the insignia it bore, although, he could be mistaken.


Fawn walked up to the herd of sheep, them all moving out of his way and forming a path to the others, "What nerve do you have being here! Especially with a ship like that? I left the forces for a reason!", Fawn's face was concealed by his helmet and screen.   Fawn reached a hand down and a sheep nuzzles into it, "And even more that you're scaring these creatures... they only graze here, never bother anyone...", Fawn's voice had turned from anger to kindness in an instant as he looked down at the kind creatures, still shaken and bothered by the ship.


Fawn did carry an omni tool on his waist, but the safety was on and the gun seemed to still be in pristine condition, but the model and style of it showed that it was a much older one.

[Romulan_Furry]

*** Sedra Orbit ***

"We did know about that, but our attention was outward, you understand," Frosty said. "And Zuko means not to offend; neither of us work often with ONI. But if there's anything you know, anything that might tell us what we can expect..."

"... Please tell us now so we can plan accordingly," Zuko finished. "I don't want to be caught flat footed by Nazar or the Yaut'ja. I had heard tales... but to see one myself."

"Steady, Zuko," Frosty cautioned his friend. "You've never encountered their kind before, but the reverse is just as true."

*** Outside the Battered Barn, New Cerinia ***

"I don't mean to rain on your parade, pal, but I don't know who the hell you are much less know that this is where your friends here graze; they weren't present when we landed, and we apologize for agitating--" Mathayus started.

"Honey!" Maria scolded him. She looked at Fawn. "You'll have to forgive my husband... he tends to be a bit... gruff. Blunt. Runs in the family. We came here looking for a doctor - someone who's familiar with the care and physiology of young draglings, and can diagnose and treat illnesses in them."

"We have a datapad of the dragling in question, and my sister-in-law just sent a list of the symptoms she could find, if you don't mind taking a look," Mathayus said.

[Razuel]

***Outside the battered barn, New Cerina***

Fawn glared at the two before sighing, his face still stern, "Forgiven...", he then grabbed the pad in a huff, staring at it and observing the symptoms,  his face turning to worry and the occasional wince, "This isn't good at all... furthermore this child being a Soul Stone Dragon...   and from how it's said here, this isn't good....", Fawn turned around and walked in a brisk pace back to the barn, "Depending on how old the dragling is, he could be in grave danger... I can save him, but I need a special plant..."

[Blaiiine]

"Honestly, I have nothing on the Sith. The Yaut'ja...it seems he was hunting the Sith or vice versa. They didn't specifically target us, but I know one thing.." Blaine said, hesitating for a moment while he decided what info to give them. "The URF didn't exactly stumble across those Covenant weaponry. It seems a Remnant faction is up and running, we just don't know who." He stated, tugging at his chest plate. The adrenaline rush began to wear off and he gazed at the casualty, "If you saw the report from that outpost the Yaut'ja attacked, you'd feel the same." Blaine groaned, looking at Frosty. "ONI classified it as 'The Predator'."

[Romulan_Furry]

***Outside the battered barn, New Cerina***

"We'll do what we can to help, but my brother-in-law is unwilling to move the dragling," Maria said. "If you intend to treat him, you'll have to go to Indari Manor. And don't worry about Kyle; he's very cordial."

"More so than I am," Mathayus admitted.

*** UNSC Allegiance Sedra Orbit ***

Frosty sat still in his seat as he considered this. It was Zuko who spoke.

"Scary idea... the Yaut'ja can be reasoned with. It's happened before. Maybe not by a human... but perhaps by a Sangheili."

"You're suggesting we coordinate with the Yaut'ja?" Frosty asked incredulously.

"At least a possibility; it's happened before, where someone has worked with a Yaut'ja and in doing so, earned their respect," Zuko said. "If we could track their ship, we could enlist their aid."

"Zuko... that's insane, but..." Frosty started.

[Blaiiine]

"Well, I'm going to need to replace my armor.." Blaine muttered, pulling his chest and back plates off. Shrapnel was embedded throughout the back plate, his back started to feel sore as his adrenaline wore off. He pulled the rest off, setting it all aside with his rifle and helmet. "So you think we could reason with those things? Didn't seem too keen on idle chit chat to me." Blaine asked, looking to Zuko.

[Romulan_Furry]

*** UNSC Allegiance, Sedra Orbit ***

"It's happened before," Zuko answered. "And those that survive working with the Yaut'ja are always respected by them. Sometimes, the Yaut'ja make the move... sometimes, it's the other way around. Always when they're hunting. Always."

Frosty remained silent, but it was unclear whether he was thinking or if he was waiting for the slight jolt as the tractor beams deposited the drop ship on the deck after hangar pressure normalized.

*** Katrina City, Tau Dewa ***

Though certain technologies made appearances in the streets - high on the thick, sturdy branches of the rainforest canopy wherein Katrina City was built - most of the inhabitants of Tau Dewa kept to the old ways. When an alien threat threatened to enslave the inhabitants, Tau Dewa refused - and were poised to fight to the bitter end, had it not been for the Coalition. They drove the invading slavers away, and offered to protect Tau Dewa from further invasions. After long deliberation, the High Council accepted, and had been a protectorate of the UAC ever since. They had enjoyed unprecedented prosperity, though not always peace. Every now and then, some extremist got too big for his coat and thought they could easily take Tau Dewa from under the UAC's nose. Such people were always banished to the Dark Land - the forest floor, where all but the most resilient survive. Few survive. Fewer still find a way off-world, and none that do ever return.

In a tavern, a man no one ever laid eyes on strode through the open door. A tiger dressed in damaged, foreign attire that no one recognized, draped in a cloak made of hand-stitched leathery skins, and covered in scars. In his arms, though they were not visible, what appeared to be an assault rifle, but not something typically issued to UAC Forces, nor anything the tavern's current inhabitants had ever seen on the travelers that passed through here. He paused just shy of the door, closing his eyes briefly before opening them again in that same gaunt, tired expression of years of anger and torment. He approached the bar counter, sitting in a stool and leaning his weapon against him.

"What'll it be, traveler?" the barkeep asked.

The tiger spoke softly: "That will depend on what you have available. If you've anything cold, I'd start with that; it's been a long trip."

[Blaiiine]

Blaine rubbed his shoulder as he thought, evaluating the options. He then looked to the troopers, who were prepping the body of the ODST for transport and burial. "I don't know. If they're hunting Nazar, we may be a nuisance. But we'll never know if we don't ask." Blaine replied, rolling up his fatigue sleeves and lighting a cigarette.

[Razuel]

***Battered Barn, New Cerina***


Fawn waved his hand for them to follow, "Yes yes, I figured as much... I only need to get my equipment... but even then, we have to find the plant.... but I will have to handle it since it's touch is enough to kill a person..."


Fawn's little hospital seemed to have equipment that was a few years old from what was inside the normal hospital, but modified with screens and other attachments.

[Romulan_Furry]

*** Battered Barn, New Cerinia ***

Maria and Mathayus followed Fawn into the barn. "Where can the plant be found, may I ask?" Maria asked.

*** UNSC Allegiance, Sedra Orbit ***

"We can still try," Zuko said.

"I hope you know what you're doing, old friend," Frosty commented. "Even so, I'm now wondering what exactly Nazar was doing near the Insurrectionist camp, and why the Yaut'ja were hunting him."

*** Katrina City, Tau Dewa ***

The barkeep poured the tiger a glass of a cold blue drink, and passed it to him. The tiger spoke something, but the others couldn't hear it; the barkeep could, however, and he nodded, and the tiger went into his cloak and retrieved a few credits, handing them to the barkeep.

"Better speak up, traveler," spoke another foreigner, a canine dressed in off-world casual attire with a tattoo on his arm that had a flaming skull above the letters ODST. "Can't hear you."

"Perhaps I speak softly because I have a reason to," the tiger spoke.

"And what reason could that be?" the canine asked. "Someone punch your throat?"

"Opponents rarely ever get that close to me," the tiger sighed. "They are usually shot dead by then. Or cut to ribbons."

"And who are your opponents?" the canine asked.

"None of your concern," the tiger responded.

"Oh, please - if you don't speak of your battles with them, they must not have been that scary. I fought in the UNSC-Covenant war - I saw monsters. I was there when the Flood--" the canine stopped midsentence, frowning as though confused, then grabbing his throat, apparently choking. An angry, draconic growl could be heard from the tiger, as he rose to his feet and turned toward the canine who'd spoken. As he did, it became apparent that one, this man's left arm - held at an angle with his fingers in a pinching gesture - was mechanical, a black metal with dark gray muscle chords; and two, the assault rifle leaning against his chair weren't his only weapons - clipped to his belt were two lightsabers, visible only because the angle of his arm moved his cloak aside; and three, this man had angry crimson dragon eyes.

"Do not speak to me of monsters and war," the tiger hissed, his voice having a draconic thrum to it that was not there before. "I know well enough those hardships. I am well aware of the damage caused by the Covenant and the Flood - but they pale in comparison to the things I've seen. You had a family to go home to when it was all done. I was not so lucky." He tightened his pinching gesture. "Insult me again, and I will snap your neck." He dropped his arm - and the gesture - and the canine suddenly gasped air again. The tiger returned to his drink, not another sound coming from him.

[Ara Av-Toa]

*New Berlin*
At hearing "Tal Shiar" Fayam raised his ears. He knew it would be well worth the bother bringing this intel back. The thought So the Tal Shiar and the Insurrectionists are friends, huh? This is a bit more complicated than I thought... ran through his mind. Nevertheless he followed, sneering: "Pff. Those sanctions were for me not even the worst part. I heard they've used some of MY cash to pay that bounty hunter! I'm still looking for revenge on that guy! He's gonna die when I get him! Fortunately I think I know the name..."


*Coruscant*
The copilot looked at Anna, who was just looking at the colossal city. He asked: "Land or dock?" "Land," Anna insisted. The copilt sent back: "A planetside landing." Now the tracking mechanisms of Faith started responding to a ship behind it. The copilot yelled to Anna: "Hey! You might want to take a look at this!" Lazily Anna raised from the chair and headed for the navigation panel.


*Tomahawk*
Omega answered: "Um, no. She didn't. Our tracking systems could follow her ship moving towards the Milky Way, but it's always possible she changed course. In other words: we have not even the slightest clue as to where she is now. And besides... Gaia is her original home. In fact, we saw her getting in our solar system with an escorte. But we do not know who they were, so it's a dead trail. Anyway, perhaps you're right-- We'll contact the Romulan Republic."

[Romulan_Furry]

*** New Berlin ***

"Ouch," Benny commented. "That's criminal. That's low, even for the UNSC. But if you know the name, you can tell us - we have informants all over. More so with our partnership with the Tal Shiar, and we may be getting one with the Cardassian Obsidian Order. They might be able to find your bounty hunter." Once Fayam was aboard, the drop ship doors closed, and the craft lifted off, cloaking as it did. "UNSC can't track ships with cloaking devices - which reminds me, I was asked to ask you, does the name Drake Indari mean anything to you?"

*** Coruscant Orbit ***

The anomaly continued it's approach toward Anna's ship. A single, coded message was sent to her ship's computers: "Captain Anna: Danger Close. Tal Shiar ships in system. ISC ships en route. Lower shields and prepare for transport. Must evacuate you. Danger close!"

*** Tomahawk ***

"I would advise that; but if you can get in contact with your friend, warn her - the Tal Shiar are masters of deception and trickery; they may try and apprehend her by posing as the Romulan Republic. Advise she not follow instructions unless she is contacted by a captain who states his emergency response ID challenge... it's a policy they enacted to foil Tal Shiar attempts to pose as them in kidnappings," Korath suggested.

In orbit, a new fleet arrived - while all of the vessels were strangely shaped, some of these vessels were bulky, colored in shades of steel, red, and dark blue; some were thin and frail-looking, colored in shades of brown and orange; and others were difficult to describe in shape, colored in shades of yellow. "Attention, unidentified forces in orbit and down on the planet below... this is Captain Dax of the Interstellar Concordium. If you can hear me on this channel, please acknowledge this transmission."

[Ara Av-Toa]

*New Berlin*
Fayam thought about it. He recalled: "It was some sort of officer, but I can't directly remember for who he works. And the name of that bounty hunter? It was Fayam. Fayam Aerial. A good one, I've heard. Made huge cash from his jobs. He's usually chasing big fish with high value or, if there's nothing drawing his attention, robbing pirates. Which is really double, now I think about it. A man who plunders plunderers... crazy, right?"


*Coruscant*
Anna looked at the incoming message and tried to understand. She thought: Wait... Are the Tal Shiar still out for retribution on me? That would be a big problem. Of course she was wary, so she commanded the gunner to set Faith in battle mode. The shields went up, the weapons were set to standby and the ship vanished from most radars. She replied: "Explain yourself."


*Tomahawk*
Omega said awkwardly: "Well, I'm afraid her ship doesn't quite have that communication range. But I'm sure she'll be wary." During this message Hor'kuu came back in, still steaming with anger. The Toma-guards caught the message of Dax: "Captain Dax, these are the Toma-guards, protectors of Tomahawk. Message received. What are you doing here?"