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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Oct 5, 2018 19:06:59 GMT -8
==Bloodline SL==
<<85 PP, Requiem Sector>>
NCO mirrored his sister's bow, only a fraction of a second after her. The twin's appearance was expected and unexpected at the same time... one got used to meeting clones in this family, but the quirks they developed could get quite interesting. As he was introduced, he greeted his eldest brother with a polite enthusiasm. It seemed this brother had two bodies that shared ... more than a likeness to each other. An interesting man, in his own right, but what had he inherited from buir? Aya had his scheming... Marcos his strength. It would be interesting to grow to know this brother.
Su'cuy vod. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. I look forward to getting to know you better, if it's not to much a hassle for you that is.
NCO was delighted to be in the Requiem, it was his first visit. He had a rough idea where in the galaxy he was, but he had no doubts that he'd never find this place on his own. And he was okay with that. He knew his aliit had good reasons for keeping the secrets they did, and he trusted them. They had given him a purpose, a life in the stars, away from the pain of his past. He understood that some things were best left hidden away in dark corners, and he trusted his family to tell him about anything he needed to know about, when he needed to know. It had worked wonderfully so far. After the formalities were done he took a moment to gaze up into the sky at the very unique veil of light above him. It was amazing what could be done with little engineering and construction.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Oct 5, 2018 19:55:54 GMT -8
==Bloodline SL==
<<85 PP, Requiem Sector>>
-Kaddak
I'm sure that won't be a problem, we have a lot of work ahead of us together. At least if I guess our sister's intentions correctly.
One of the bodies glanced over at Aya, though the other kept his gaze fixed on the gungan. It was because of that split attention that he caught Non's glance upward.
-Kaddak
It is beautiful, isn't it? A fair bit of it is from the orbital mirrors that heat up the planet, but a lot of it is the actual sky. All the worlds of Requiem have it to some degree or another.
Aya nods in reply to her brother's guess. Her helmet was also removed, folded down & clipped to her own belt. It was rare that she got to walk around bare headed. Something she would have to see about changing sooner or later. It would certainly make her more approachable to those outside the clans.
-Aya
I figured on a little pleasure before duty, but if the two of your would rather do without the suspense?
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Oct 5, 2018 21:33:01 GMT -8
==Bloodline SL==
<<85 PP, Requiem Sector>>
NCO returned his attention to the twins before him, and noticed the split attention, and decided to duplicate the effect. He turned one of his eye-stalks to watch Aya leaving the other focused on the twin before him. He nodded at the mention of the sky's beauty. He rather found it more appealing than most natural skies he'd seen. Perhaps he'd get to retire here... or somewhere like it... but then he'd have to stop being a part of the aliit in the galaxy. That had it's perks too though, mostly plenty of hunting to be done between staff meetings and formal events. He'd burn that bridge when he got to it. For now it was time to see what he was needed for...
-NCO
It is, I think I may envy you a little Kaddak. Sis given your value of pleasure, it might not be suspense that drives us to duty...
NC enjoyed teasing his sister, mostly because she made it so easy to do. And she took it well, mostly. Not that he complained if she responded oddly, she had a lot on her mind most days after all. He grinned and motioned for her to lead the way where she would. He didn't mind in the least if she wanted to enjoy a bit of recreation prior to jumping to business. He knew she rarely got the chance to relax properly back in the Imperium that everyone else saw. He certainly wouldn't push her to continue her work here, particularly since they weren't on a time line, to his knowledge.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Oct 10, 2018 13:57:52 GMT -8
==Bloodline SL==
<<85 PP, Requiem Sector>>
Aya put a hand to her chest, obviously faking disbelief & hurt. It was a move that she did use often due to the drama queen overtones, but here she was at least free from prying eyes enough that she could relax more.
-Aya
Dearest brother, you wound me.
She was actually looking forward to spending some time that wasn't being covered by a ticking clock before getting back to solid work however. From the reports she had seen the planet's natural life had been mostly molds & lower form insect life when it had first been found. This deep into the core, the natural radiation had prevented the development of more advanced forms. Of course, since then the clan had installed planetary shields to cut down on the background radiation & built a huge number of massive bio domes that had been stocked with a wide array of planetary ecosystems. From the reports, though she had not had a chance to confirm it personally, each of the forty worlds had hundreds domes with not only a full contained biosystem, but databank records for all life on that world. Each one was tens of millions of acres in size. In many places, you could see several such domes rising from the horizons. This would allow the clan to more or less recreate lost worlds should something like Alderaan happen again. Of course, they also made wonderful natural parks. Most of the planet based population complexes & industrial zones also tended to cluster near the domes.
-Aya
Actually, I was hoping to spend some time in the Ithor dome if possible. I don't want to boot anyone out if it is full though.
-Kaddak
I can certainly check for us.
One of the smarter policies that Kaddak had put in place during his rule of Requiem was that each dome (depending on both the size & the particulars of the ecosystem in question) had a rather low maximum number of people that could be inside the dome at any give time. Not counting the extensive drone networks inside each dome that was required to keep such a limited ecology balanced.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Oct 22, 2018 14:18:10 GMT -8
NCO grinned at Aya's mock offense, he knew quite well that she was in fact uninjured by his teasing. Still, it'd be no fun if she didn't pretend to be at least a little miffed. He waited a moment and she transitioned smoothly into requesting time in the Ithor bio-dome. That would be pleasant... he thought of other places he'd like to visit...
Dathomir and Yavin IV had been covered in life that found little trouble adapting to warzones which had intrigued him. But for pleasure, perhaps it would be better to find more pleasant biomes. The sand-spires of Geonosis came to mind, the times when his life found some structural meaning an began to really grow. This thought surprised him... he though back to Naboo... He tried to remember the swamps... but there was nothing left to remember. He gave a half shrug and moved on to other places. Lehon had been beautiful, he'd "lived" there in his time in the Unknown Regions though most of that time had been ship side dealing with myriad threats that seemed to be constantly brewing in that dark corner of the universe. He'd heard that Honoghr had been beautiful once... but since Palpatine had poisoned the world only the dullest of grasses grew there. If the II had biome of the pre-poisoned Honoghr he'd be interested in seeing it too.
While Kaddak checked on the the availability of the desired Biome, NCO inquired as to what drew his sister's interest to that biome.
What about Ithor catches your interest today vod?
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Dec 20, 2018 14:47:09 GMT -8
==Bloodline SL==
<<85 PP, Requiem Sector>>
-Aya
The crystal groves is a personal favorite of mine. The wind is modulated just right so that the leaves sing in the breeze & rain.
Of course the Bafforr trees were perfectly capable of singing without the breeze as well. It only took seven of the trees to be fully aware. The Ithor dome had dozens of groves, each of which had at least ten trees. These, of course, were exempt from the harvest laws that kept the bio domes carefully regulated, as they were capable of keeping themselves in check. Instead, the rare crystal wood that was harvested was from specially planted trees that were kept isolated from others of their kind until they were ready for harvest. Once, Aya had even had a full conversation with one or another of the groves. For some reason, however, the groves mostly kept quiet around the mandalorians that visited them.
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Post by Ga’ab Solomon on Feb 28, 2019 9:03:23 GMT -8
Frostfang Base, Secret Military Research Center, Ojom
With a pop and hiss the coffin-like cloning pod opened to reveal it's occupant, a miraluka, to the harsh light and chilly air of the medical suite. Goosebumps prickled the near-human's skin. His chest swelled as instinctively he drew a deep breath and coughed as the cold air stung his lungs. Fingers slowly move around the wall of pod and then finally they reached out wildly as if to find something to grasp onto before his hands found his face. Specifically they found the metal visor that had been grafted below his forhead and above his nose. Chest heaving with rising panic the disoriented man took a frantic step forward and tumbled out of the pod onto the hard durasteel floor.
He laid there for several minutes, trying to regain his faculties. Confusion was the only reality.
"Don't just lie there. Get up"
The Miraluka jerked on the floor with shock and surprise. "Who's there, I can't see you?" He listened intently for the sound of someone else in the room but there was only silence.
"There are Ysalamiri in this facility. You can't touch the force."
The Miraluka had pulled himself up to a sitting position, with his knees hugged against his chest. The word "ysalamiri" triggered understanding. The creatures were unique reptiles from the planet myrkr who had the singular gift of blocking the force. As the Miraluka followed the understanding of Ysalamiri deeper into his own mind he was flooded with images, memories, thoughts and understanding. The explosion of a mental dam breaking threatened to overwhelm his psyche. The memories, he knew they were his but they felt hollow somehow. He began to rock on the floor as his heart rate and breathing increased.
The silent voice cut through the mental quagmire, "Calm yourself. Raise your head and the darkness will disappear."
As he followed the silent command there came a whirr of electronics and a sharp pinch behind the miraluka's empty eye sockets. He gasped in pain and then gasped in wonder as the visual light spectrum was absorbed by his visor's sensors and interpreted by his unused occipital lobe. The world was rendered before his empty eye sockets and he glanced quickly around the room. It was a sophisticated medical suite that was more utilitarian than comforting. It was military in nature, though the Miraluka didn't know how he knew.
"Where are you?" He asked the voice.
"I'm right here." Replied the voice silently and the Miraluka finally understood the voice was internal. "I am a biologically compatible AI housed in the neurological implants within your brain. My primary function is to serve as a guide and reference to remain faithful to the progenitor."
The white-haired youth walked cautiously around the medical suite, "And who am I?" He asked in a cautious voice.
"Ga'abriel Solomon. Clone of Gabriel Solomon who disappeared and was presumed dead 70 years ago. We are currently on the Deep core world of Ojom, at Frostfang Base, in accordance with Gabriel's orders.
By now Ga'ab's was nodding slightly as the voice's words began to take meaning. Keywords like Frostfang and the name Solomon held context and meaning. It took mere moments for the flash-training/education to be accessed by his conscious mind. The identity of the Miraluka Gabriel Solomon had been burned into his brain, he understood that. He couldn't help but understand that.
The flash-education had taught him enough about Gabriel's personal history that he knew that Gabriel Solomon had died before but had used Dathomiri magic to transfer his essence into a cloned vessel. But this was different, he was not the continuation of that Miraluka's spirit through the force. That Gabriel Solomon was long gone. He was Ga'ab. He was a clone.
"I do not remember issuing that command... I mean, I don't remember... I mean, I don't have his memory of that" Said Ga'ab putting an emphasis on *his* as cognitive dissonance attempted to detach himself from Gabriel Solomon.
"Unfortunately my records are incomplete." Riel explained. "Despite the best efforts there remain significant gaps in my historical and pyschological analysis of the progenitor. Interviews, historical records, holo and audio recordings were not enough to create a a faithful recreation of the his memories and motivations. I can simply extrapolate that after his initial success with essense transfer and his natural rate of aging that he foresaw the necessity for another vessel."
As the alien continued to monologue, Ga'ab felt a deep sense of anxiety. He knew enough about himself... knew enough about Gabriel... That if his plan was to transfer his consciousness into an empty shell then why would there have been an effort to implant the cloned body with an AI or allow Ga'ab to develop a consciousness? Something wasn't right. Ga'ab activated the medical suite's doorway which slid open with a hiss and a blast of cold air. Shivering, Ga'ab wrapped himself with his arms.
"What's happening? Why are the environmental systems off?" He asked aloud.
"I'm an AI embedded in your brain, I know as much as you know." Riel responded silently in Ga'ab's head. "But I do suggest we find more appropriate attire before we proceed."
Ga'ab rolled his eyes and stepped out into the frigid hallway. He had come across a barracks with winter survival gear which he hastily donned. After his teeth had stopped chattering he continued to explore the base with Riel. The sense of unease he had felt in the medical suite increased every minute that passed in eerie silence and with every empty room he passed. The base still functioned albeit without environmental controls yet there wasn't a single soul in the entire complex. Yet every time he reached out with the force he was rebuffed by the Ysalamiri which had to be sustained somehow...
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Post by Ga’ab Solomon on Mar 5, 2019 12:45:26 GMT -8
Another hour of searching only uncovered more mysteries. Ga'ab quickly learned to appreciate his optical implants, without which he would have been blind. He marveled at how any Miraluka could keep pace in galactic society when reading and interacting with computers was such a necessity. As he checked terminals bereft of any connection to the holonet or any local files he wondered how his progenitor had been able to maneuver himself to positions of authority without being able to see. This small question paled in comparison however to why he had been awoken in 'abandoned' base that had been scrubbed of communication and information devices but still had marginal life support and the Ysalamiri.
"What are the odds that there's a single ship in the hangar bay?" Asked Ga'ab aloud. In his short time with the Riel AI that was lodged in his head he had learned , to his relief, that his private thoughts weren't decipherable and instead he would need to voice his inner monologue if he wanted Riel's input.
The AI silently replied, "I suspect that is very likely. The lack of survival supplies and communication devices means that our stay is meant to be temporary."
"Like womprats in a trap." Muttlered Ga'ab as he tore himself away from another useless terminal. "Alright, the hangar it is."
Ga'ab made quick time as he jogged down the eerily quiet hallways on the way to the hangar. The absolute silence was what unnerved him the most since his awakening. He had only the sound of his own voice and heavy boots ringing against durasteel. Even Riel was silent. He slowed as he came to one of the hangar's blastdoor and reached out with his hand to thumb the control panel. It opened agonizingly slowly, obscuring the view to the hangar bay much to Ga'ab's irritation. When the door finally opened enough for him to squeeze through his optical implants rendered the image of a Lambda class shuttle.
He gave a low whistle and exulted. "I half expected a rusted Z-95. This ain't bad."
"A Z-95 would have been more discreet and manageable." Replied Riel. "Lambda's can be flown by a single occupant in an emergency but in that we are a big, slow, fat target."
Ga'ab snorted. "The Deep Core was Gabriel's powerbase. If i'm awake and the facility is still here that means there's still something left of his legacy. I can't imagine his imperial holdings could have crumbled."
"We have no idea how much time has passed. The lack of staff and material here could indicate any number of things." Came the silent reply.
"Just help me with the ramp release." He ordered as he fumbled with the heavily shield manual release hatch.
"Squeeze and then pull."
Ga'ab jumped back as the ramp lowered with a crash. Gingerly, he made his way up the dark entry way into the dim interior of the powerless ship. He hoped that there was enough charge left in the ship's primary or secondary ignition switches to bring the shuttle on-line, otherwise he'd probably die of starvation with only RIel's increasing contrarianism to pass the time. When he reached the cockpit he was about to slide into the pilot's chair when he noticed a flimsiplast note. Curious, he picked it up and gasped as he removed the note and revealed the .48-Caliber enforcer pistol. This was one of Gabriel's weapons of choice. Ga'ab He picked up the gun with his right hand and he was briefly overtaken with a flood of 'memories' as he reconnected with another man's past.
Rubbing the side of his head with the butt of the pistol Ga'ab brought his mind back under control. He dropped into the pilot's chair before studying the flimsiplast note. There was no identifying marks, just simply computerized type that read You journey through the ruins of a more civilized age. Ga'ab unceremoniously crumpled the flimsiplast and tossed it over his shoulder. He wasn't interested in playing anyone's game.
"Moment of truth" He said aloud as he pressed the ignition key. There was a heart wrenching delay and then a low rumble as the ship's power cells began to warm up. Ga'ab whooped and pumped his fist before he began to work the controls. Gabriel had never been a pilot, but Ga'ab had the benefit of flash-training that had seared piloting knowledge into his head. He wasn't particularly fast but between his flash training and Riel's reminder's he managed to complete the pre-flight procedures by himself.
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Post by Ga’ab Solomon on Mar 19, 2019 14:27:58 GMT -8
Ga'ab felt a rush of exhilaration as he maneuvered the shuttle out of the Research Base's hangar bay and into the buffering winds of Ojom. His ship dipped as the slowly extending flight wings became giant sails that caught the frozen winds and threatened to alter the ship's course. He grunted as he fought the controls, wishing he had a copilot as he tried to keep the shuttle on course to reach exit velocity.
The Miraluka had almost forgotten about the Force but as they left the base far below he felt as if he were inhaling pure, clean air for the first time. Even though they were rocketting away from the sparsely populated ice-world and into the void of outer space Ga'ab could feel the ebb and flow of the force around him. It was fortunate too that Ojom's space traffic was minimal as Ga'ab, caught in a state of awe simply sat in the current of the force.
The silent voice of Riel broke Ga'ab from his rapture and coming back into himself the man grunted and checked the astro-charts. Ojom was now a mere speck in the far distance but in the dangerous hyperspace region of the Deep Core without an updated navicomputer they might be trapped there for fear of flying too close to ever-expanding black holes. He brought up the astro-charts and groaned audibly. "Sithspit." He let his optical implant linger on the single pre-calculated hyperspace jump coordinates.
"What the kriff is on Gamorr?" He asked exasperated. He didn't know what he had been hoping for, but he had expected that his progenitor's allies would be quick to recover him.
"Gamorr is a planet of significance to the progenitor." Riel reminded him, "It was there that he developed his contacts that eventually coalesced into his iteration of Black Sun. It was perhaps his first act of galactic consequence."
"I know what you know." Replied Ga'ab aloud. He busied himself with the almost useless task of checking the ship's other systems. It appeared that whatever power was at work, it was dead-set on forcing him down a path. His quick search revealed that the shuttle's hyperdrive coordinates were locked in and the shuttle's connection to the holonets had been disabled. "Or the Holonet has broken down." Riel said in his mind.
"Well no sense sticking around here. Sublight won't get us anywhere. If we can't go back, might as well go forward." With nothing left to say or do, Ga'ab angled the shuttle onto the appropriate vector for Opoku System. With a sigh of resignation, for he had tired of this game, he pulled the hyperdrive accelerator and with a flash of splitting starlines the Lambda Class Shuttle jumped to lightspeed.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Apr 16, 2019 13:51:08 GMT -8
==Bloodline SL== <<85 PP, Requiem Sector>> -Aya The crystal groves is a personal favorite of mine. The wind is modulated just right so that the leaves sing in the breeze & rain.Of course the Bafforr trees were perfectly capable of singing without the breeze as well. It only took seven of the trees to be fully aware. The Ithor dome had dozens of groves, each of which had at least ten trees. These, of course, were exempt from the harvest laws that kept the bio domes carefully regulated, as they were capable of keeping themselves in check. Instead, the rare crystal wood that was harvested was from specially planted trees that were kept isolated from others of their kind until they were ready for harvest. Once, Aya had even had a full conversation with one or another of the groves. For some reason, however, the groves mostly kept quiet around the mandalorians that visited them.==Bloodline SL== <<85 PP, Requiem Sector>> NCO gave a slight nod of understanding and acknowledgement to his sister's desire to visit the the crystal groves in particular. Ithor was a place of harmony, in more ways than one. NCO hadn't ever seen a crystal grove himself as his skill did not lend themselves to polite discourse and diplomacy. And none of his targets had been foolish enough to flee to Ithor. He had heard of them, and even seen recordings a few times though. He waited paitiently for Kaddak to announce whether or not the biome was available. His profession came with a great deal of waiting, so it was no trouble for him to wait hours on end for the trigger event to occur, in this case the availability of the Ithor Biome. Of course, if it took hours, he might fall asleep on his feet.It had happened before, but it was almost always limited to a light napping. Hunters took rest where they could find it, much like soldiers and NCO was both. His eyes remained split, in focus, one for each of his siblings. |
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Apr 21, 2019 8:11:06 GMT -8
==Bloodline SL==
<<85 PP, Requiem Sector>>
The dome did in fact have spaces open, one of the benefits of having such a large number of different bio domes to choose from was that people tended to want to try out as many as possible, the large size of them also helped to keep it feeling from a tourist trap, even when at full capacity. There were also specific domes set aside for hunts of various difficulty, kept stocked with heavy help from cloning centers attached to them.
Within an hour or so of reaching the dome, which was itself not to far from where they set down, the trio was entering the vaguely fungal forests of Ithor. Or as close as was possible to get in a carefully tended parkland version of it. Unlike the untapped wilds of the actual Ithor, this version had walking trails, small secluded wading pools, & any number of other comfortable features that one wouldn't ever actually find in nature.
Aya wasn't sure about the other two, but she found it very peaceful. Kaddak, despite his placid features for the outing, would have been much more comfortable in a nice sterile lab, though he didn't put the effort into fussing about dirt or other such natural features. He didn't particularly enjoy it, but it didn't bother him either. As usual, the crystal groves they came near fell silence if they came too close, though they continued to sing softly in the breeze & dripping water from the upper canopy level.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Apr 22, 2019 14:04:56 GMT -8
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<<85 PP, Requiem Sector>>
NCO walked in silence for a bit, simply taking in the fungal forest. It was all too neat to be real, but it was, surprisingly, no less pleasant for the unnatural order. He was not surprised when the groves fell silent at their approach, he probably reeked of slaughter to them. He'd certainly done his fare share of killing and then some. Most of it was in defense of the clan, or reparation of wrongs against weaker parties, but not all of it. His first kill had been a murder, a rage fueled kill with no purpose than to lash vent the rage felt. It had probably caused more harm than good, but it had lead him to this place, this aliit, and so he did not regret it. He would do it again if he could, though he might do it with a trifle more skill now. Ithor had always been a world of harmony prior to the YV attack, and he wasn't surprised that the trees found him ... unsavory. Their songs were... pleasant enough, if a tad shallow and thin for his liking.
He stopped occasionally to examine a species more carefully, though he refrained from touching anything. As they went though he spent more of his time watching his siblings. NCO was careful not to stare, and rarely looked directly at them, so as not to intrude upon them as they enjoyed the biome around them, or at least Aya did. It became apparent that Kaddak, while not uncomfortable, was rather disinterested in his surroundings. NCO smiled, he supposed it was easier for the man to see the parts than the whole, as the administrator of the region. NCO saw mostly lines of fire, and which obstacles might provide cover, and for how long. It was a nearly subconscious habit now. It was his trust of his vode that let him relax at all, and enjoy the different pools and plants as they wandered. He was glad Aya could enjoy this, she had too little chance to enjoy herself, to his knowledge. NCO further doubted that the mountains of protocol and legalities came with any of the thrills he associated with hard contact. He spoke softly, when he chose to break the silence, almost reverently.
This is a place of great beauty, and solace I think. Though I doubt I could ever live in such a place. It seems to have a subtle sadness to it that permeates the place. What about you two? What do you sense?
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Apr 22, 2019 17:20:06 GMT -8
==Bloodline SL==
<<85 PP, Requiem Sector>>
Kaddak was the first to reply, in tones as level & simple as if he had been a standing in a board room with a power point floating in the air behind him.
-Kaddak
Just under one hundred & fifty kilometers across. Roughly fourteen thousand square kilometers. No major water bodies. Local humidity maintained at eighty-nine percent. Two thousand seven hundred & forty two bafforr groves. Over twelve hundred resident species. Ninety-four percent maintained at a local equilibrium. Six percent requiring regular clone supplementation. On duty staff of nearly two hundred thousand, with extensive drone labor.
It was about that point that Aya cut across his list with a simple rebut.
-Aya
All of which fails to convey it. & all of which is worth it. Personally? I see what the clan can some day become. A few moments at a time, stolen from the future.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Apr 22, 2019 17:59:13 GMT -8
NCO chuckled at Kaddak's response, glad he'd guessed correctly the man's general feelings about the place. Aya's response was more interesting, and was illuminating. Her mind had always been ... a mystery to him. She baffled him with her ability to juggle so many needs with apparent ease. He nodded thoughtfully as he considered her response and the landscape around them once more. His grin remained however, as he quipped at her response with asinine and deliberate misinterpretation.
You really see the clan becoming a fungal forest? I didn't know out future was so ... stagnant.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Apr 23, 2019 18:07:05 GMT -8
==Bloodline SL==
<<85 PP, Requiem Sector>>
The look she shot the gung would have burned a hole in plasteel.
-Aya
I could always use you as fertilizer in here to encourage some growth. I'm talking about all of this. A barren world in one of the most barren areas of space, transformed.
It was true enough. What had been a lifeless rock spinning in the world was now world not only home to trillions of sentient beings. But also hundreds of biodomes ensuring the survival of any number of biomes from across the galaxy. Even these idle parks employed the better part of three quarters of a million beings each, plus the various services provided by other beings in support of those park workers living in in the dome & in the small enclaves below it.
However, time was fleeting as ever. Even just as a second to her father, time was ever limited. She still had a task to finish in the time she had hidden away from the rest of the galaxy. Fortunately, the entire area had a network of rapid transit tubes beneath it. Mostly they helped the local towns located in the framework around the biodome. But they could also be used by visitors to the domes. It made for a nice quick journey back to the habitation spires that most of the ground based population resided in. Of course, they weren't going to one, exactly, more in the outskirts in the sprawling complex of factories, complexes & R&D stations.
The one in particular they were heading for was Kaddak's personal work station. Once they were back in the more technical surroundings, Kaddak looked much more at ease. The work station itself was a mass of half finished experiments, ongoing research projects, & holographic displays showing a more information that could be rapidly processed. Glittering banks of tanks filled with several different colors of fluids spread outward from walls, filled with an unbelievable range of growing ... things. Desks & shelves overflowed with mechanical objects ranging in complexity from childlike to eldritch. The different between the barely controlled chaos of his work station to the subtle calm of its owner could not be more pronounced if it had been intentional. It was also clearly the domain of someone well versed in cloning, genetic manipulation, cybernetics & all other manner of creating & enhancing life.
-Kaddak
Welcome, to my la-bore-a-tory.
There was a pause for effect between the first & second word, as well as the careful pronunciation of the last. It was obviously a reference to something, but was said dead pan enough that it just might have been unintentional. That or a running joke with between him & Aya.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Apr 23, 2019 22:32:16 GMT -8
==Bloodline SL==
<<85 PP, Requiem Sector>>
The grin widened with the glare, and then faded as NCO let it slide. The feat of engineering that this Biome, to say nothing of the planet, was astounding. And this was just one of many such worlds. This was truly the crowning achievement of the aliit. NCO quietly appreciated the biome for the rest of their stay.
He did not complain, or rejoice, when it was time to go. Simply accepting that even this vacation of sorts had a purpose. And NCO was interested to see just what Aya had in mind, as she'd simply said that he would see in due time. He had hated responses like that in his younger years, but wisdom and experience had allowed him greater patience as well as greater appreciation for the thrill of anticipation. He followed his vode through the biome and to the tunnels and transport tubes. He rode in silence, simply appreciating the time with siblings that was going to be all to short in length.
Arriving at Kaddak's la-bore-a-tory, that phrase brought the grin back to NCO's face, NCO looked around and was able to understand the gist of the data before him. His understanding of biology was about on par with most doctors, but this was went deeper still. He was not surprised that his brother was a master cloner, it certainly explained his appearance. Buir had long been a ... believer in the cloning system, if an eccentric cloner. It made sense that at least one of his ade had taken to it with his usual passion for understanding and application. His gaze finally returned to Kaddak, and he complimented his brother's skill.
It's a marvelous la-bore-a-tory, Kaddak. I can understand just enough to know you're putting the Kaminoans out of business, or could be if you so desired. How long have you studied this science?
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Apr 24, 2019 11:24:48 GMT -8
==Bloodline SL==
<<85 PP, Requiem Sector>>
Kaddak seemed to think about it for a few moments.
-Kaddak
The better part of eighty years now. Father calls me an early bloomer. I managed to clone myself & join with myself when I was five.
Despite the possible confusion of terms being employed, he was sharing that he had managed to not only grow a fully functional copy of himself, but also then proceeded to fuse the two minds into one whole using technology. All at age five.
Aya produced a small datacron from a pocket & flipped it toward Kaddak. It was snapped neatly out of the air before that body headed toward one bank of machinery.
-Aya
which brings us neatly to why we are all here today. I'm not going to be producing any on my own, so I'm taking a second option.
As the datacron is plugged into the system, a scroll of data starts streaming upward. A few moments later & there are six sets of data scrolling up into the air near the terminal. The first three are obvious, the old man himself is there, along with Aya & surprisingly enough Non. One of the other three is a woman Non would not meet for a great many more years, over a game of cards. The second was a frumpy, if average looking man taking a swig from a flask. The last was [info pending OOC talks].
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 2, 2019 17:44:36 GMT -8
There were many closely guarded secrets that the Emperor kept to himself. The clones being produced on Arkania, the rediscovery of the abandoned Sovereign-class Super Star Destroyer, schematics to the advanced Star Dreadnought, Knight Hammer and so forth. There was one secret that had been kept within the Deep Core though, one that had been rediscovered during the Emperor's time as Supreme Commander of the Deep Core Remnant. His father had told him of the history that involved this region where many Imperial warlords created fortresses out of the lonely and neglected worlds and systems of the Deep Core. Where the Emperor Palpatine, reborn, gathered loyal forces and struck back at the galaxy. Hyperlanes utilized by the New Republic and, later, the Galactic Alliance, against the Yuuzhan Vong. One piece of history was founded again, abandoned and drifting about within the Deep Core.
Nicademus Delvardus came across the shipyards, known as Deep 3, during a tour of his territory within the Deep Core. Upon finding the shipyard complex, he wasn't sure what to make of it until a console revealed scheduled operations that resulted in the construction of the Dominion and the Megador. These star dreadnoughts were intended for the service of Harrsk, but were used, instead, by Gilad Pellaeon. Upon learning this, the Imperial knew what these shipyards were. These shipyards found a new purpose with the Remnant and later the First Order as a means of production. A number of warships were crafted here to build up the defensive capabilities of the Deep Core. And yet, it remained a closely guarded secret of the Emperor, a watchful gaze by the Imperial Intelligence ensured it remained as such.
With the Galactic Alliance defeated, the First Order began another military reorganization to prepare for the future to come. The Emperor made numerous holo-calls to the Overseer of Deep 3, Tallen Gial, an Imperial officer known for his tight lips and stern hand. A new project had been commissioned, one that genuinely astonished the Overseer. When the plans were sent, by hand, to Tallen, he would see before his eyes a warship that had not been seen in the galaxy for a number of years. It would be a true symbol of Imperial might and a banner to rally the fleets and armies of the Empire around. As the project began to get underway, Ad Gloriam Squadron was deployed to act as security with shipping lands for refined material being monitored heavily by additional ships and stations. Nicademus felt great anticipation for what was to come of this.
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Post by The Elusive Man on Sept 28, 2019 16:40:13 GMT -8
Project: RESURRECTIONLocation: [REDACTED]. OSV Pandora - Geneva-Class Corvette.Far from the prying eyes of the galaxy, three Organization vessels had been sent from The Nexus to Hoth, retrieving the data and gear that had been recovered during Operation: Salvage. From Hoth, the three ships jumped away on randomized hyperspace coordinates that landed them here. The middle of nowhere. The OSV Pandora, was a Geneva-Class Corvette. A mobile research and development lab. Escorting her, were two Elbrus-Class Cruisers. Sworn to secrecy, Project: RESURRECTION could begin in earnest. Present in the main laboratory, via hologram, The Elusive Man stood, observing the science team as they moved a large cylindrical pod into the middle of the bay and locked it down into the clamps on the floor. Holding a drink in his right hand, his left hidden in the pocket on his pants, The Illusionist nodded to the leading scientist.You may begin the procedure, doctor. Notify me immediately if there are any problems. This specimen is far too valuable to jeopardize with uncertainty and mistakes. We will not get another chance, so make it count.The lead scientist, an auburn haired human female by the name of Brynn Daniels, inclined her head."Understood, sir. Judging by the reports from Operation: SALVAGE, the specimen had to be placed back into stasis...?"Taking a sip of his drink, The Illusionist nodded and replied.Unfortunately, yes. Upon discovery that the specimen was active within Anemoi Station, the recovery team was forced to place the specimen back into stasis until it could be revived under more controlled circumstances. Which is where you come in, doctor. The recovered data from Anemoi has the awakening process outlined in fine details, right down to the indoctrination techniques. Do this right, or don't do it at all. You come highly recommended, so I am trusting in your abilities. However, I am someone you do not want to cross. Something to keep in mind if you have any thoughts of leaking our progress here to the authorities. We'll be in touch.With that, the image of The Illusionist dissipated, leaving Dr. Daniels and her crew in a sort of stunned silence. What had the gotten themselves into? And despite the immense payout before they had even left The Nexus, was it even worth it now? Too little, too late, unfortunately. Exhaling slowly, in order to calm herself, Brynn motioned to the technicians in the room."Shall we get to work then?"
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Post by The Elusive Man on Sept 29, 2019 13:31:04 GMT -8
Project: RESURRECTION
Personnel Recordings:
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