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Wraith's initial contact with Zakuul Knight Dax, having reached the Spire using codes borrowed from
Taelios Gentech's humanitarian contract office. 

A mysterious figure and his tall, trench-coated body guard make an exchange on Rishi with a woman regarding "sponsorship for a gambler."

May be there a little later, updating dis game

Event's tomorrow Ryshias- though Indy night on Rishi cantina this eve. 

This is the prelude to a plot I am planning, which you can read more about and comment on/get involved here

Giradda's Fury, Orbit of Corellia, 2 days after the Second Zakuulan Bombardment

Lt. Commander Nylaa Korr-Wysan surveyed the shattered wreckage of Corellia's shipyards, bombarded for the second time in 5 years.  Hardly much had been rebuilt with the world's economy still reeling, but it did not stop the Eternal Fleet from its heartless rampage.  So much for my thoughts for finishing college back then... Still, she mused, arriving this time at the helm of a fully armed warship had been far preferable to her personal transport in the chaotic improvised smuggler and Wraith evacuation against a then unknown enemy.

She glanced back over her bridge at her strange company, a young smuggler and her Wraiths escort who'd spent the past year leading a ramshackle band of Hutt mercenaries and Mandolorians on a powerful warship on lease- while trying to manage the occasional drama of a Hutt wanting to drink and Luck-knows what else upstairs on the party floor and treating the ship's battles as a form of entertainment.  She'd never expected to actually join the military, let alone on these terms, but Uncle Caben had trusted her and, all told it had put her in the right place to protect their home. 

Though no small irony, given the Wysan family history with Mandolorians.  They'd actually been growing in number of late, gradually replacing the Hutt's staff as more and more Clans joined the Coalition and the Crime Lord's happily pulled their retinues back to personal security so others could foot the bill for running the ship.  But she hadn't minded them, they were more disciplined than drunken Gamorrans and and, for all the stories this bunch seemed fairly honorable, some even hailing from Republic border worlds.  The Cathar, in particular had strange customs, though, seeming to prefer camping out on deck and having the occasional campfire for stories.  Still, it wasn't much different from growing up with Caben's Jawas. 

It was a strange truce, and she wondered how much longer it would last, with the war ending.  The Hutts would expect their ships back soon... and the thought caused her no small sick feeling in her gut.  That had been the deal, ships and support from several prominent kingpins on the Cartel Council- with some vague pledge to "look the other way" for future "expansion."  She'd helped enough refugees and slaves in her time to know that that looked like for those in their way.  She'd been able to protect her home, but at what cost? 

She could sense she wasn't alone in that feeling either- the crew, especially the Cathar had been speaking in hushed, wary tones in small groups since the war ended.  Mandelorians had destroyed their homeworld, long ago, though this group seemed a strange juxtaposition of both sides of that tragedy.  She couldn't make much heads or tails of their Clans and leadership- another group, led by a Togruta seemed related in the same camp down on Hyperion. 

It had been some surprise when one of their more talkative members, a woman named Malhra had asked to meet with her off-ship on a Corellian Cantina.  She was unsure what to expect, but having some answers to her people's intentions would be preferable to continuing to guess what came next. 

Cantina / Re: Valkorian's True Identity?
« on: 12/11/17, 06:54:28 PM »
Technically, it was only his last host body, the original being a Sith-human half-breed.  But given that the Most Interesting Man was last seen departing for Mars, his founding of Zakuul, perhaps after falling through some space-time portal into the other Galaxy is not out of the realm of possibility. 

There is a possibility an unknown agent with ties to the Imp-aligned Shadow Syndicate may also make an appearance, depending how long I can stay with work.  Less likely to start a fight so much as gather information/contacts. 

He is a character linked to some earlier plots, but may remain in disguise.  This may change if he encounters someone with ties to the Tatooine underworld.  Certain groups like Black Sun and the Exchange may also find themselves targets, but only if they pose a threat to his interests and can be eliminated quietly. 

Little known footage of Caben's audition for the Jawa Dancers who live at his cantina on Tatooine. 

Thought folks might appreciate these pictures from our final meeting, was after Imperial Wildspace Command and other official Imperial elements had started peeling off, but represented some of the key players and guilds like the Wraiths, Four Moons, Krayt Dragon Cartel and Karmic's private holdings which committed to some degree of ongoing collaboration after peace with Zakuul. 

I'm also including an index of threads of major battles like Nar Shaddaa, Tatooine or Abregado-Rae the Coalition spearheaded.  Feel free to add your own screenshot, resources or recollections! 

Hutt/Grey Coalition Agreement

Liberation of Nar Shaddaa/Cleaning out the Attic

Battle of Abregado-Rae

Liberation of Tatooine
(repairing screenshots best I can post photobucket mess)

Annoyed at photobucket hiding all my pics.  In the meantime, starting some posts to catch up some of my characters as I prepare some longer stories.

Sometime after the end of the Second Zakuulan War, Daimren returns to the shattered husk of Zythia to pay respects
at the planetary grave and remember some of the rebels he befriended on one of his first solo assignments with the Wraiths. 

It happens- though if you can make battle next week love to have you. 

This is still going about a half hour, jumping impside now to Malhra Vok if any want invites.

Maerin steps out of her skycar, entering her and Caben's old home for the first time in many nights. A part of her had been avoiding home, avoiding the memories and also the emptiness. And also avoiding the guilt, of living in luxury far above those below, pulling at her so heavily since the war's end.

Emotions flowed through her, felt like a dam about to burst- yet also a strange, unexpected clarity. She strode straight to her quarters, seeking she knew not what. Her eyes fell upon familiar sights, as she wandered to the window, staring out into the night, then back around her quarters. 

They landed on Green robes... memories of old Masters who given them, many years ago, those aged Corellians who had urged her on against her will not to run from her gifts, comforted her as much as she would let them after the loss of her family and confidence to that damned insane Sith, then stood by her when she sought to leave both her marriage, then Corellia to follow that Jedi path...

She had always walked in shadow, or so she thought, claiming its ways and wisdom for outflanking and out-thinking the enemy. And yet, as her eyes fell on those robes, she perceived how naive her time here had been before Zakuul, how many ways she had allowed pride and childish ambitions to cloud her purpose.  How she wearied now of Hutt diplomacy, fancy Watch-woman titles, showing herself off like a strutting fan-bird or nerf in heat. 

Tonight had brought back many painful memories, not just those desperate years, but pinpointing how that deep betrayal just before it that had shattered their lives on Coruscant.  She felt anger burn at Jaade- at first in the expected ways, but now.. something unexpected. She realized with surprise that the anger earlier tonight had in some way purged her, cleansed her like purifying fire. She could see now how his blind, callously foolish vendetta had slammed not only into the Temple, but into her own illusions. It had laid bare what mattered most, in some sense been almost prophetic in setting her on her path of shielding the Jedi children, flying back madly through the Unknown Regions to reach them as the Watch flew astray, and ultimately become a refugee herself as war and terror on a scale imagined again visited the Core.   

She walked over, and touched the robe.  She had left it off, at first unconsciously, then purposefully, since the terrible years of running and hiding had culminated in another horrific series of attacks on her Core home-worlds.  She'd been mourning- but also carrying more darkness than she realized.  She wondered, pensively what each robe represented, what she should carry and what she needed to leave behind.   

She had, if she was honest with herself been unsure if she would ever take off the black, what of that old life was left to her when she walked in that cantina.  She'd returned here for unfinished business, to help those Below she'd neglected as the Galaxy fell to chaos, but guilt weighed as she imagined what they'd been through in the resource collapses.  or what might lie ahead, if resource-greedy Hutts decided to rummage around the basements of this world to fuel their lusts in nearby systems.  She had been pondering what it might mean to truly join their struggle, and if there was any way out of that alive. And if that really bothered her. 

But now, through that blasted, rage-maddened wreck of a man, she'd see a mirror on herself.  She decided he wasn't the only one redemption mattered for... and wondered if there might be a way past, or at least through the shadows she wasn't seeing.

But that, for another day.  For tonight, she finally pulled the green robe around herself, and curled up to sleep blissfully dreamless until mid-morning.   

Karmic and I also have 4-5 Cartel Council NPC's if anyone wants Hutt politics to play into things, leftover from the Nexus plot with Geek and Tae.  Though obviously lots of time has passed, and some may have been bumped off.. 

No problem! 

For some atmospherics on the DEEP parts of Nar Shaddaa I've fleshed out, see this post.  Not sure Jaade plans to go this far, heh, and if he does the inhabitants are likely to watch and keep themselves hidden very well.  Though if this plot hook is of interest, happy to explore a few possibilities of it if useful at all. 

Mostly its something I plan for some upcoming stories myself, so not letting the folks cover be blown, though people close to Maerin, or with some reason to be spying on her if she does make contact could potentially run across a hint of something unusual down here.

Nar Shaddaa is still a major haunt for Maerin so trying to bring her for some, though can't go as late this week. 

Open to PVP with any interested, though she is likely to try and play more peacemaker in light of reflections on her mind last week.  (working on a post, actually). 

Depending how deep undercity we are talking, Maerin has some strong underworld connections with certain factions, including refugee camps and the Deep Evocaii (the latter not likely to want to appear unless serious threats to their hidden settlements- they are hidden tribes that managed to escape the Hutts slavery into the city's roots which their ancestors built, and few even know existence of)

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