Non-Com Or'dinii
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Oct 16, 2017 17:54:29 GMT -8
Mai relaxed as her drinking companion indicated he had no interest in a particular target. She, set her data-pad on the bar, after ordering her own drink, and brought up the recon recruiter's holo-drama. It's a fairly simple thing, though it looked like he'd jsut missed an induction batch, he could still que himself for the next batch. He'd probably have to burn a few weeks, maybe a month on the high side, even this far out, recruits were pretty easy to come by especially as the recon forces started hunting down the belt worlds, plenty of booming populaces, looking to escape the drudgery of the life they knew for the mysterious allure of the void.
"Looks like you you'll have to wait a few weeks to start with them. Unless, you want to take the kid up on her delivery job that is. They've only just started so you might be able to talk your way into the current class, once you're there. But you'll have to talk to the kid to figure out where they are, training locations aren't public knowledge, and probing is... frowned upon. So I can't help you there. Still, you could alway just find a temporary gig here for a few weeks, earn a few creds maybe while you wait. Just be careful to keep an eye on your pad fees, long stays can run up a mean tab if you aren't careful."
Mai moved the pad over so he could read through the available data himself, and sipped her tihaar. She didn't much care what the man wanted to do, there was a guy in town who like to barter goods and occasionally needed help moving his stuff around that she could point out to ... the vod who had to date abstained from introducing himself, though he hadn't been given much choice in the beginning of their encounter. She took a good look at his face, as she took another sip of her tihaar and waited for his response.
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Pawn
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Post by Pawn on Jun 26, 2018 22:56:54 GMT -8
Pawn climbs out of the cockpit of Bes’uliik fighter and travels through the cramped hangar of the transport, stretching his upper body as he does so. Long periods of sitting in the same uncomfortable position while traveling through space were rarely pleasant and quite often led to stiffness and cramps. When coupled with the fact that his body is unfortunately no longer in its prime, stretches like these had become a sort of necessity. It was a bit of a pain though and certainly made him the topic of many jokes.
He stopped once he felt that the stiffness had been sufficiently alleviated, ending his stretching routine by audibly popping his neck. He surveys the area, taking in the stunningly beautiful landscape of Lehon as well as searching for the quickest way off the landing pad. While it was true that it wouldn’t take much to just stay where he was and admire the ofeans waves and clear skies, he had other things to do first.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jun 27, 2018 11:51:19 GMT -8
==Welcoming Party== <<106 PP; G11 Sector, Lehon, Middle Beach>>
The view that would greet him was one that wouldn't be too far from what the planet had boasted in its ancient heyday. The Spaceport was built on a bluff that allowed it to overlook much of the island. Though it was not the highest point. That honor fell to the Palace of the Daritha off on the northern tip of the island. An imposing structure of marble, gold & crystal it was more a pleasure palace than a fortress, though if one looked closely, they could tell that it had started its life as one. Slightly to the east of that, but still within it's compound walls rose the historic Temple of the Ancients, long since restored to its gleaming glory. Ripples of nearly invisible energy around its fin-like spire showed that its work of protecting the system from enemy incursions continued.
Beyond that, rising somewhere from the shallow seas north of the island, was a massive pillar like growth of construction. It was already kilometer tall & from the looks of it would continue rising. Near the top however, a wide framework was underway that suggested it would likely have a mushroom like appearance once finished.
Spreading out & down in all directions from the spaceport was a bustling city. Easily tens of thousands of beings in sight, going about their own business in the cultural, if not economic, heart of the Imperium. By species, the mix was fairly heavily biased toward rakata, zabrak & human. In that order. Culturally, the vast majority of the population was Mandalorian, though the biggest section was the roughly unaligned groups that happened to live and work on the world. After that was House D'Ordinii itself. While it was a relatively newer addition, it was rapidly spreading through the local population. Not considering the rather rapid internal growth the House. A much smaller collection of factions also called the world home, including a few groups that held to the ancient ways of the Infinite Empire. Though these groups tended to have few members & less power.
Toward the north was a large valley between the cliff ridge of the Palace & the bluff of the spaceport. To the South the city extended down to the beaches, piers & more traditional docks. Beyond those was the large bay that gave the island its crescent moon shape. To the east & west, the city lightened out until it faded completely into patchwork fields, wide ranges of greenery & eventually more wild forests.
The area of the spaceport he had been place in was fairly open, allowing him to head in any direction into the city that he desired. That did not, of course, mean that the vast number of drones at work in the spaceport & throughout the city were not watching his every moment, just in case.
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Pawn
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Post by Pawn on Jun 27, 2018 15:20:00 GMT -8
Pawn leisurely strode forward while taking in the view. A lot was different from what he remembered with the urban city and new constructions, yet not all had changed. The Temple of the Ancients still stood and the majority of population seemed to still consist of the Rakatans, although they seemed a lot more peaceful than their ancestors. Speaking of the temple, that seemed as good a place as any to start.
So with that he walked off the platform and moved north through the city, sights set on the Palace and the Temple within.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jun 28, 2018 6:49:12 GMT -8
==Welcoming Party== <<106 PP; G11 Sector, Lehon, Middle Beach, North Quarter>>
As one wandered through the streets, the most common language heard was by far Mando'a. It was on everyone's lips, if only in small portions. The city was alive with people going about there business. On this side of the spaceport was the more upscale districts. The crowding was somewhat less, but all the more richly appointed for it. Of course, the rich clothing was still, in most cases, armor. It was just of an obviously more expensive construction or more lavishly decorated than would be the normal sight in a smaller region. The majority of the buildings here seemed more in the vein of dwellings, though there were shops scattered freely throughout. It seemed there was no law governing what could be build were, or if there was, it was poorly enforced. On the other hand, the buildings were all well maintain, often well decorated, & generally fairly quiet. Of course, this being a Mando'ad settlement a military eye would quickly detect that any of the buildings, despite any foppish exterior, would easily serve as a bunker if needed. The wide lanes & sheltered gardens also meant that anyone guarding this area would have a multitude of kill boxes to pick from.
From the ridges leading up to the palace, it became obvious that the metal structure seen before was as massive as it appeared. The wide ring of an artificial island formed its base, several kilometers out into the shallow oceans. There was also a constant frenzy of small dots that seemed to be construction units of some type still hard at work. Whatever it would be, they were making rapid progress based on the amount of movement happening.
Closer in, the Palace was ever bit as stunning as its appearance from a distance had suggested. However, Pawn would find his way blocked at the shut gates of the magnificent structure. While there wasn't a large show of force guarding the gate, the two beings in gleaming silver power armor looked like they needed no assistance. Relatively few of the local population ventured this far up the slope, as a wide green space was maintained around the walls of the palace. A fair number of beings were taking relaxing walks through the park area though, & a fair number more seemed to be enjoying a late lunch. A few cart venders had set up shop near the best shaded areas & were making good use of the enticing smells of the cooking meats to attract a fair bit of business.
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Post by Cecilia “Cici” Seario on Dec 20, 2018 20:46:05 GMT -8
The Imperium Transport vessel set itself down in the spaceport of the sprawling metropolis of Middle Beach. On the way down, Cecilia had casually looked over the lights of the city glittering out over the large ocean that it faced, admiring the beautiful view. These people were strange, alien in many ways, but they did at least know how to design a beautiful capital city. Quickly disembarking from the ship, she pulled the white and black silken hood over her head, trying to maintain at least some measure of anonymity, before walking into the large terminal building. Unfortunately, she was unable to land directly at the spaceport, due to the effects of some strange hyperdrive disruptor that seemingly emanated from somewhere on-planet, hence she was forced to use the transportation offered by the government of the system, the self-proclaimed “Infinite Imperium”. She had read texts, and this had once been the capital of the largest empire the galaxy had ever seen, over thirty-thousand years ago. Using technology powered by the dark side, they had spread their influence far and wide across the galaxy. Still, it was no matter. The temple she had visited on Malachor V had pointed her in this direction, and so here she was. Quickly dealing with customs, she exited out of the terminal building, before hailing a speeder to take her to the hotel in which she was staying. A very high end establishment, she wished to be tucked away from the public eye to conduct her business. As she waited, she observed her surroundings, trying to get a gage for what the current climate looked like societally.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Dec 20, 2018 21:46:21 GMT -8
==Welcoming Party== <<107 PP; G11 Sector, Lehon, Middle Beach, North Quarter>>
The hotel was fairly nice, though it had an open tropical architectural style that seemed to blend the creature comforts of lots of open air, with architectural features distinctly defensive & even bunker like. It was an unusual style, but one that seemed extremely popular in the city of Middle Beach.
The island itself was shaped like a crescent moon, with the pointing tips heading toward the south. Much of the outer edge of the island was a fairly steep cliff, with the inner arc being primarily sandy beaches. As the outer edges faded into the inner curve, the sandy beaches gave steadily way to a more rocky mix before gradually becoming steeper. This effect meant that while a fair bit of the southern parts of the outer edge could be used for docking craft, the further north you went, the taller the cliffs became. At the furthest north point of the island, the Palace of the Daritha stood looking over a drop of two hundred meters. The Palace itself lived up to its name, as it glittered & gleamed with a host of precious metals & stones, even from the orbital approach.
The second highest point on the island was the spaceport itself. Standing on a bluff that overlooked everything except the Palace itself. Between the Spaceport & the Palace was a gentle valley that sloped gently downward before reversing its descent & then rising up to meet the walls of the Palace. In this valley were the more luxurious shops & services, as well as the upscale estates of the more wealthy members of society. The wide, clean streets & copious greenery wouldn't look out of place in any number of elite & pleasurable worlds from across the galaxy. Except for the fact that the majority of the people moving through those streets were all fully armored & often carrying weapons. Though given the high quality & often ornamental nature of both, that also could be expected.
South from the spaceport was the more common residential & shopping areas. Though not a slum by any stretch of the imagination, these areas were a far cry from the villas north of the spaceport. They looked, for the most part, as common, comfortable middle class dwellings. Given the size of the city, it would be surprising to many at how few buildings rose above three stories. It would seem that the residents & designers both had a firm desire to keep from concentrating their numbers too heavily in any one area.
To the east & west of the spaceport, the two districts merged & mingled for a fair distance before fading out into cultivated farmland, wide parks & eventually rougher, wilder terrain.
On the way to the hotel, she would find the city alive with crowds. While not nearly so crowded as the great cities of the core, there was a respectable throng at any given time. The most common hubbub of the crowd was in Mando'a, as it was both the official language of the Imperium & the common trade language out this far. A fair number of other voices also spoke the harsh hiss-click of Ancient Rakatan. Culturally, the city seemed to be a mix of three main groups. The first & most prevalent was the armored figures of mandalorians. While they displayed the usual incredible racial diversity they were famous for, a surprising number had the distinctive helmets that marked them as Rakatan in origin.
The second group seemed to be mainly human or near human. These dressed in clothing that wouldn't be out of place in the old Imperial Core of Palpatine, trending mostly toward military styles & cuts, even when obviously civilian in nature. These spoke nearly only in Mando'a, even when gathered alone, which happened more often than not. Though it wasn't completely uncommon to see one or more of the armored Mandalorians mixed in with their groups.
The last group was nearly completely Rakatan. These wore robes. Most often these robes were of simpler materials than the majority of those in the northern district, but a few were just as luxurious. These were usually the ones speaking in the hiss-click of Ancient Rakatan. Most often they were completely ignoring all others on the road, streaming steadily north toward some unknown goal. A few, here & there, stood on small platforms or other raised perches & called out into the crowd, apparently giving speeches on one topic or another. Most of these had only a few beings listening to them. A few speakers, however, had enough of a crowd to require a detour. The richest dressed of this group were ignoring not only the other groups, but also lesser dressed members of their own group.
The general mood was rather relaxed, as if the humid & warm air had sucked the chill of suspicion & dread out of the air. Despite the obvious division between the groups, it was obvious that they had more or less agreed to ignore each other & continue with their lives instead of attempting to force the issue.
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