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Post by Shaman Anaxilea on Feb 26, 2013 23:12:21 GMT -8
Froz City served as the capital city of Froz.
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Syren
The Vegemite Enclave
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Post by Syren on May 15, 2013 16:31:33 GMT -8
Corellian Security Office, Jedi Watchman's Office, The Docks, Froz City.
*Jess's head bounced with the tremor that ran through the planet. Sleep had only just been breached, and it took an "earthquake" to awaken the nautolan. Giant black eyes blinked in confusion and head tresses whipped wildly in an arc. A broad shouldered Frozian, cigarra jammed into a corner of his mouth, was beating heavily on her door.
Perhaps it had not been an earthquake afterall, she mused. Exhaustion had turned her legs to jelly, and she fought to stand so that she might open the office door before the beefcake of a Frozian decimated it into splinters. No door would not do, how else would she have the best alarm clock of impatiently pounding CorSec officers?
The door flew back on its hinges just as she reached for the knob. Agent Logan stared up into the liquid black of her eyes, red faced and sweating. She could tell that something had him agitated, the ultrachrome vibroblades that had been surgically implanted into his hands as retractable claws during a time when "scientific research" meant something completely different than identifying plant fauna, were out and making their characteristic buzzing noise. Blood weeped from his hands and wrists. He skipped his medication the past few days, she thought before he started yelling.*
"We've got a problem."[/colo] *He growled around his cigarra. While most Frozians mewed or purred when they spoke basic, Logan seemed to only manage snarls and growls. Jess merely continued to blink the sleep from her eyes, waiting for him to continue. It was better this way, he would just interrupt her questions. The Frozian may be the broody silent type, but in crisis mode, he had little patience for questions, or briefing in general. Jess waved her hand, indicating that he should continue.*
"One of the asteroids has crashed into the fields several thousand kilometers south of the city. It was a small one, but big enough to scramble a good portion of our communications arrays in that sector and decimate the field production for the season. Sensors picked up what might be strange radiation readings from there too, but they could be malfunctioning."
*Jess blinked again. So it was not an earthquake and it was not Logan's thunderous door bashing. With a wide yawn she turned to the dilapidated cabinet. Piles of files were stacked almost ceiling high, and gear lay in pieces around the base. Beating a special syncopated rhythm against the middle drawer, caused the jammed apparatus to release its contents: a saber staff. Well, it was actually two individual sabers, but Jess had never learned how her master had gotten the blades separated.
She took the saberstaff, a personal shield generator, the brace of throwing knives she had inherited,and a generic blaster that will be named later when I don't feel so lazy. She checked the blaster to see if it was charged and that the gas pack was in tact. Turning back to Logan, she gave him a look that asked if he was ready to go.*
"Team's ready in the shuttle out front. Just needed to wake your lazy Jedi ass up." *He smiled at her with that creepy Frozian smile they all had. Jess felt her nictitating membranes flick across her eyes once more. Flashing her nautolan smile, she set her finger along the side of her nose, since the oddest of motions helped her focus. Calling upon the Force, she dug deep into the flow of lively energy and felt it buff up against her with strength. She stretched that tendril from herself to cover Logan as well. It all took a few seconds and then she was out of the door, out of the building, into the shuttle, and moving off to investigate an asteroid that had fallen out of Froz's orbit.*
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Panno
The First Order
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Post by Panno on Sept 18, 2014 4:36:08 GMT -8
It seemed like it had been many a long month since Panno had thought beyond his daily needs. Eat. Sleep. Work. Repeat as required. Around him there were a handful of other Imperial Knights all on the same quest. After Aaragu he had indeed left to the new capitol to visit Sinistra, and after his meeting with her he was not impressed. An Imperial Knights duty was to serve the light side of the force as personified by the current emperor. Not one of his teaching though had broached the subject as to how to teal with the Sith in charge. It was true his mandate was to convert back or strike down any Sith, particularly the leader of the Empire should they fall to the darkside. However she had been doing a great job leading, and to kill her would be to destroy the universes best chance at lasting peace since the original Fel Empire.
His moral qualms had led him to Froz. A world once destroyed by a vengeful empire, made barren by someone trying to teach another a lesson. It took years for them to start the rehabilitation of this world. Now it had regained much of its semblance to its original form. Sure there were still many parts that exposed the bedrock and were covered in glass from the orbital bombardment but those were few and far between. It just happened that there be one near him now.
Panno stood from his meditation and turned around to survey the Knights with him. In order to ignore the problem of Sinstra he took on another Mandate of the Knights. Hunt down and return or kill any wayward Knights. Rumor had it there were some in the Corrilian system and they had been searching planet to planet in order to find them. There were few life forms here besides the hardy ones that survived the long lean years and it seemed like someone would go to hide. But still nothing had been found and the search continued. Approaching one of the nights who stood on the roof of the building that overlooked Froz City he arched one of his "eyebrows"
Find anything yet Sammy?
Even before Sammy had spoken Panno prepared himself for the news. More than that he prepared himself for the mans words.
What do you think you beast? Most lifesigns on this miserable little hole in the galaxy are here in this city but unless we find a way to scan each person we wont know for sure. My best guess is no though... Master
Each one of his words held a thinly veiled venom behind it. Many of the Imperial Knights had Xenophobic feelings and to be placed under command of Panno, him being a Master or not grated all of them. These ones were picked for their ability to tolerate Panno but that was all. Now that he was done speaking the the Dressilian he turned back to his work of scanning the HNN looking for any word of their prey.
Panno didnt persue the man, nor did he berate him. No he had accepted his lot in life being the punching bag of the Order despite keeping him alive. Despite the fact that many of them had fought alongside him at Prakith. Fought, bled and at least one of them died only to be brought back to life; they still only tolerated him. Him, the Hero of Prakith.
Watching the sun set over the horizon he just crossed his arms, closed his eyes and retreated inwards.
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Post by The Corruption on Aug 15, 2018 17:27:48 GMT -8
What had once been a capital city now stood as an empty monument to a fallen civilization. When the Nautolan Jedi had returned and launched an attack, what passed for this planet's defense force had quickly succumbed. No one had expected one of their own to turn traitor in such a way.. by the time the truth of what happened would have become evident, it was far too late.
Now, the occasional slash and burn marks were the only testament of what had happened to the inhabitants. The glowing blue tendrils that coated the buildings like sickly veins spoke as to what had happened to the rest of the world. The military had been centered here, in the capital, and after they had been overrun.. there was nothing to stop the Spread of the pathogen. Cities across the globe followed this one's path as no aid ever came.
Those glowing tendrils spread outward from the edge of the capital city, reaching out into the neighbouring plains, projecting northward and away from the city. Among this clear indication of some form of life, however.. there was only silence. The silence of an empty world, a tomb..
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2018 19:59:12 GMT -8
Nova came to a standstill atop the edge of a drop off that overlooked the capital city. Her gaze instantly drawn to the blue mass covering the buildings and reaching out from the city limits to the wilderness beyond. She pulled out her macrobinoculars to get a better view of just what was, or was not, happening down in the city. The soldiers meanwhile took up positions along the ledge, keeping an eye out for any visible danger
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Graemon Gorgano
New Rebel Alliance
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Nov 16, 2020 11:48:14 GMT -8
A new sort of activity began to occur on Froz in the most recent months. The C-Sec facility, that kept a watchful eye upon the nearby Imperial-Coalition border, played host to a number of scientific expeditions. These ranged from biologists to tectonic observers that went out on regular intervals to examine the broken and scarred terrain of Froz. Unbeknownst to all, save to high ranking members of the facility, the presence of these scientists was a preliminary effort to examine the possibility of reviving the ecosystem of Froz. News of what the Imperials did to Caamas did give some hope to reviving the planet to its original state, if not partially, to ensure the return of its original inhabitants and the assurance of the planet's future. The effort began by the actions of Director Gorgano in cooperation with research companies and divisions within the Coalition and the Union of Fondor. Hopefully, Froz would be reborn soon enough.
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