Dark Age of the Force

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It's been seven hundred years since a great plague has swept the galaxy, devastating the Jedi and Sith and leaving civilization in ruins. From these ashes, three fledgling empires have arisen, resilient and powerful; the Corellians, the Hutts, and the Mandalorians. Will you pick a side and lead your people to glory? Or will you lurk in the shadows, bent on nothing but your own goals? Step into the Dark Age and carve your name into the stars.

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elara rist
 Posted: Jun 15 2018, 06:59 PM
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If any world were the antithesis to Alderaan, it was Balmorra. Peace had never truly come to Alderaan, even after the foundation of the Coalition. It was an old planet, run by old families, teeming with old conflicts. Amongst the nobility, the planet’s apparent perpetual civil war was background noise, something forever on the mind but never worn on the sleeve. Everyone was all dignity and grace, even while plotting the destruction of those around them. Balmorra had also never truly known peace, but it was obvious from the moment one set foot on the planet. Conflict had brought the sentients of Balmorra together, honed them into something sturdy, and they bore it openly. Elara sort of respected that. The simple honesty made standing on the stink rock almost bearable.

Balmorra’s greatest asset to the Coalition were its mines and factories. While Corellia had factories of its own, Balmorra had immediate access to a wide variety of minerals, which gave its factories an edge over most planets in the galaxy. The infrastructure had existed for centuries, apparently the difficult part had been reclaiming the old buildings and bunkers from the local Colicoid infestations. It was one of the more recently reclaimed factories that had brought Elara to Balmorra, not because of bugs, thankfully, but something a bit more aligned with her skill set. The Shulo Droid Factory had been reclaimed a month or so back, and the necessary repairs to return the factory to a fully functioning state had been nearly completed when something had gone wrong. A corruption in the droid AI, an unforeseen security program, no one really knew for sure, but the factory had gone completely rouge. Most of the engineers that had been repairing the place were killed, while those that escaped all suffered serious injuries. Anyone that had tried to enter the factory since then had yet to return, but none of the droids had attempted to leave either.

Elara swiped casually through the datapad of information as she waited for the transport to land. She had her hood pulled up and goggles over her eyes, so it was unlikely that the few other passengers could see the scowl on her face. That “no other parties had returned” part hadn’t been mentioned to her when she first signed up for this job. She’d worked with the Templars before. Usually it was just digging up dirt on someone they were trying to arrest. Nothing too exciting, nothing all that dangerous. This though...this was bullshit, and Elara was grumpy. As the transport dropped to the ground, she rose to her feet and walked reluctantly to the landing ramp. Respect or not, she was already sick of Balmorra. As the ramp opened the passengers were greeted with the site of a small dirty base camp, not really all that different from the rest of Balmorra aside from Templar presence. The fact that they cared enough to be here should have tipped Elara off, and that just made her more grumpy.

Well, I'm going to die,” she announced to no one in particular as she stepped out onto the dirt.

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Drexal Kaine
 Posted: Jun 17 2018, 04:40 AM
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Drexal Kaine
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It was not often that Drexal was called upon to bring his forces to bear within the Coalition’s territory. There were threats aplenty from the outside to occupy his time and his subordinates were more than capable of handling the odd Colicoid infestation or revolt. However, he couldn’t allow for a rogue droid factory to run rampant. Balmora’s factories were crucial to his military and the threat of whatever manner of sabotage or virus or spreading to other facilities was too great for him to ignore. It was for that reason that he’d only deployed flesh and blood Templars to surround and contain the threat.

Thankfully, none of the corrupted droids had moved beyond the factory’s walls thus far. Drexal was grateful for the small victory, but he doubted that it would remain so for much longer. This threat needed to be dealt with quickly and he couldn’t just bomb the facility from orbit.

No. This would require finesse.

Drexal stood at the center of a hastily erected war camp and stared down at a holotable. An entire list of probabilities swarmed in his head as he formulated his strategy. He’d committed well over three thousand Templars to this operation, but this factory was one of the largest ever found by far and the number of droids it could produce was of concern. Artillery and heavy vehicle support was also out of the question much for the same reason as orbital bombardment and were heavy weapons and explosives. It was going to come down to blasters and ion grenades if there was any hope of preserving the facility at full compacity. Then there was the AI corruption itself; retaking the factory would be pointless unless they corrupt code could be removed.

Fortunately, there were contacts that could be used for just such a purpose.

One of the many officers—an ensign—manning Drexal’s impromptu command center approached him and saluted. “Lord Kaine, one of the specialists you requested has just arrived,” the ensign reported. Drexal gave a nod, barely taking his eyes from the hologram.

“Excellent. See to it that they are brought to the command center posthaste. We’ll need every advantage we can bring to resolve this crisis.” He returned the ensign’s salute before returning his attention to the hologram.

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Lin'ami Vilea
 Posted: Jun 17 2018, 01:34 PM
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Lin'ami Vilea
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Linami was not entirely sure what this was about, she liked winging it sometimes and had truth be told not really read through the debriefing mainly skimming through it. If she had understood it correctly it was something about people vanishsing in a haunted factory on Balmorra. It really didn't matter to her, a job was a job and if she saved some mighty people along the way she could have a few strings to pull in the future and that was always a plus in her line of business.
With a little sigh she checked her equipment, checking so everything was on her, her stealth field and shield generators, daggers and blaster. Whatever made those people disappear would be dangerous and could really use some tact, she was mainly here to be stealthy, she reminded herself. The guns blazing thing wasn't her style and she wasn't very good at it to begin with.

She glanced at the hooded girl that was in the transport with her, she couldn't get a read of her thanks to the cowl covering most of her face from the position she was in. Lin was fairly sure she was human though, outside of that it didn't really matter who she was, at least not to the stealthy Twi'lek merc.
She absentmindedly started checking through the info and noticed some interesting facts, seemingly they would be the first team getting out of this alive and a smile spread on her face as the glory of being the first survivor and liberator of the factory flooded her mind. Some would call her prideful, others would use the word Megalomaniac but it didn't matter, if she could survive until now she could survive even longer.

Soon enough the transport landed on Balmorras dirt and she stood up, stretching some and got ready to leave when she heard the other girls comment and chuckled as she walked out past her.
"Well, better make it count then, princess." She used the last word as an insult, as she used to most people not from the streetwise background she herself had.After the remark she rolled her feet in the wait for their next orders.

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Grisha Mercer
 Posted: Jun 17 2018, 02:05 PM
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Grisha Mercer
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Not every job was a smuggling job. Sometimes a job involved storming a factory. Like this job! The details were a little hazy, though... a droid factory had been infected by a virus? Whatever, she wasn't there to quibble over details, she was there to shoot things and get paid for it. And she was very, very good at shooting things, regardless of the weapons at hand.

The shuttle was entering atmosphere, and she took a moment to check her stuff. Her twin blasters, of course, and the huge bowcaster slung across her back; maybe at the moment it looked like a rifle-shaped hunk, but once the bows unfolded it would be unmistakable! Then of course, the belt she wore that could generate a stealth field, and the grapple claw dangling next to her blasters.

As the ship was landing, she took a moment to open the locket around her neck and look down at her two mothers, the faint glow of the tiny projection washing over her face. "Once more into the breach, moms," she murmured to herself, looking at the face she knew well and the face she had never known at all. The moment passed, she shook her head and put the locket away again. No more sentiment; she was Grisha Mercer, and nobody fucked with her!

The ramp dropped open, and as Grisha went towards it, another passenger said something about dying, and a cute Twi'lek snarked back. That Twi'lek looked familiar... another Hutt smuggler, maybe? "Nobody's dying on my watch, girls," she said confidently, giving Elara what she hoped was a friendly smile. But with the eye-patch on her face, who knew what it actually looked like?

No sooner were they on the ground but their escort was walking up. "You're the mercenaries?" the officer in charge asked; for her part, Grisha merely nodded in reply. "Good, let's go. Lord Kaine is expecting all of you." He turned and led the way, and Grisha fell in behind him with a shrug, reminding herself to be on her best behavior here in Templar country.

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elara rist
 Posted: Jun 29 2018, 05:46 PM
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elara rist
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Elara paused at the bottom of the ramp, eyeing the Twi’lek as she passed. She hadn’t paid much mind to the transports other two passengers until now. She didn’t really have too. It didn’t require much observation to understand the reasons they were here. Both women carried themselves in a manner that suggested a certain amount of unguarded unlawfulness. They practically reeked of hired muscle, not that Elara really judged them for it.

’My lady’ would be more appropriate, actually,” she replied, her words matter-of-fact. If she felt insulted by the Twi’lek’s behavior, it didn’t show. She merely shrugged as she pulled the goggles from her face, allowing them to hang about her neck, turning her attention to the other hurman. The smile she offered in return was polite, if not outright friendly. Elara had no intention of isolating herself from potential teammates this early in the mission, especially if one was offering so gallantly to be a future meat shield. Before she could thank her for the sentiment, however, an escort was approaching them.

Elara frowned. “’Mercenary’ is an interesting word choice, sir.” Whether it was intentional or not, it was a multilevel insult. To her House, to her profession, to her nature. The Templar’s face had contorted into a grimace. “My apologies, Lady Rist. I meant nothing by it.” His tone suggested the apology was less than sincere, but Elara smiled anyway. This wasn’t worth pushing, not here and now. “I’m sure you’re all under quite a bit of stress. Please, lead the way.

She allowed the escort and her fellow “mercenaries” to move ahead first, before falling in step behind them. It wasn’t until she saw the Drexal Kaine with her own eyes that she actually believed the Grand Templar was here. Elara understood the importance of the Balmorran factories, but this seemed a tad excessive. Maybe this was an attempt to strengthen relations with the Coalition’s newest planet, or maybe a way to strut their power. Either way, Elara was regretting not asking for more money at the start of this. Doing so now would just seem...rude.

Lord Kaine,” she greeted, bowing her head respectfully. “I understand you have a droid problem.

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Drexal Kaine
 Posted: Jul 18 2018, 06:08 PM
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Drexal Kaine
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Who will fix me now? Dive in when I'm down? Save me from myself, don't let me

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rexal was still gauging how best to approach the rogue factory and its malfunctioning droids when the ensign returned with his quarry in tow. The wheels were still turning when he finally tore himself away to acknowledge the three women. “Indeed, Lady Rist,” he said, bowing as low as was required by courtly etiquette. “I’m sure that you’ve been enlightened regarding the situation, so I shall spare you another explanation. Put simply I require someone of your skillset to correct this situation before it spreads beyond control, and I promise that you’ll be properly compensated for your efforts.”

He was wary of employing the services of the Rist family; it would’ve been foolish not to be considering the rumors surrounding their house. However, the simple fact of the matter was that there were no others he could trust—however marginally—with such an important task. Drexal turned to regard the other two women. Both had known loyalties—such as they were—to the Hutts and he’d always had his reservations employing those who fought solely for credits.

“And I can offer the same assurances to each of you as well,” Drexal continued. He returned his attention to Elara. “Now, I have the troops and the equipment, but none of the expertise to resolve this crisis without leveling the entire facility. I had hopes that you might have some insight, Lady Rist. And, of course, the two of you are welcome to add your own thoughts as well.”

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Lin'ami Vilea
 Posted: Jul 20 2018, 08:06 AM
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Lin'ami Vilea
Trade Empire
39 posts 24 years old Smuggler/Mercenary © Harblin Offline


It was with a smile she listened to the other smuggler say that no one would be dying on her watch, Lin had no intention of dying anytime soon. The other human woman claimed 'my lady' would be more fitting and Lin could only answer with an eye roll. She despised people who were higher up due to bloodlines, work for your title before you get it was her idea of it all. That was part of the reason that when the escort referred to her as mercenary among the other human and Lin herself a short "Ha!" escaped her and she had a full on smile. She was feeling secure here, she had her stealth generator as well as a shield generator, it would take much for her to die in there, especially with so many nice meatshields around.

She listened with some disinterest how the one that would brief them seemingly sucked up to the high and mighty girl but she let it pass as she really didn't care much about that and she nodded when he talked to her and the other smuggler directly.
"I am a stealth expert and with a electric vibrodagger I can shock droids to allow passage with minimal damage to myself and the eventual threat of droids, so you can scrap them or rebuild them or whatever it is that you guys do" She hummed and looked him over again, she wasn't great at splicing and stuff, but stinger had fried circuits in the past, and her stealth generator was sophisticated enough to fool most droids.

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Grisha Mercer
 Posted: Jul 20 2018, 12:30 PM
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Grisha Mercer
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Grisha tilted her head in confusion. The other human was a noble? The hell was she doing down here in the mud? Well, whatever. The smuggler had no patience for lordy-lordy types; if she was gonna run with the slumdogs, she'd better be ready to get bitten now and then. Oh well, at least she had a cute smile.

In time they were led to the man in charge, and gods above, it was Drexal Kaine himself, Templar Grand Master or whatever. Fuck, it sounded like a cult. They probably were a cult, come to think of it. Whatever.

Rist really was a Lady, it seemed, if Drexal's toadying was any indication. He gave his attention to herself and Lin, to which Grisha could only shrug. "I'm also a stealthy type, but I can take a few hits before going down, as long as they're not too fast or overwhelming, and this big bastard ain't just for show." She reached up to caress the stock of the massive bowcaster she wore so easily. "Shoot the dandruff off a kath hound from half a click with it, I can, and leave the hound wondering what the hell happened."

With a sigh she looked toward the factory itself. "Not much of a slicer though. Much better with ships and other vehicles." Not like that would come in handy inside that place, though. She sighed again and wondered if she'd even fit in here; it sounded like they wanted the droids left intact, and her weapons weren't exactly cut out for that kinda shit. She looked around for any spare ion weapons, knowing those would be much more useful against machines one wanted intact; she didn't want to ask for one and risk looking unprepared, after all.

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