The Damsels' Distress
Geosynchronous orbit above Semuboca
Nilgaard Sector
Len couldn't help but worry as he watched the Remembrance of Seher accelerate and blink away into hyperspace. Alethia was probably right that leaving an MC40a parked above an uninhabited planet for a week was a bit gratuitous, and that it would attract trouble if anyone did happen to pass through the system. Still, as he watched the LAATs in the distance cruise towards the whirling white, green, and blue of Semuboca, the Chiss couldn't shake the feeling that they were vulnerable.
It wasn't that he lacked faith in his men — far from it. Len had worked alongside or even under most of them before, and trained most of the greener recruits. The Pathfinders, now under the command of 'Doctor Delat,' as Tamashi was affectionately known, were more than capable of handling themselves. The rest of the mission crew were either Jedi or seasoned professionals themselves. Whatever they would find down there, they could surely handle it.
Nevertheless, Len worried. It was his job, after all. And he hated being stuck up in space while his men were risking their safety down on the surface. Just because they needed someone in operational command, up in space where he could help monitor the planet's volatile weather and hopefully relay communications through its thick, humid atmosphere, didn't mean he had to like it.
He spared a glance at the ship's owner-pilots. At least the view is nice. The Daegella twins, their lips, eyes, and nails painted a deep blue to match the tight outfits they were mostly wearing, tweaked the last few settings necessary to keep the Damsels' Distress floating happily above the landing zone. Len wasn't entirely sure why a pair of top-tier racers were slumming it with the Odanites, but Alethia insisted on paying them for blue milk runs like this. The Director was convinced that building a relationship with the Twi'leks as a quick source of easy cash would pay off when Satele Shan inevitably had a genuine need for their skills.
Kasula and Ysera headed back into the bowels of the ship, winking at him in unison — alluring if a bit unnerving — for some maintenance and tinkering. Commander Iode was left to fidget over his instrument panel. The LAATs were almost to the landing zone. He hoped the weather would hold, at least for a few hours. The massive tropical storm cells on Semuboca were notorious, or at least they would have been if anyone outside the immediate region had ever heard of the planet. They were dangerous and unpredictable, at any rate, and had kept the planet free of colonists. Len only hoped that they wouldn't endanger his people.
Semuboca
Base camp
Tamashi cleared his throat, and once again tried to get everyone's attention about the noise and hubbub of the hastily constructed camp. Although Pau'ans were normally intimidating to most sentients by virtue of their vicious teeth and inky black eyes, the effect was a bit muted by Tamashi's large eyeglasses and a well-tailored suit that made only the barest acknowledge of the overbearingly hot, wet climate of Semuboca.
"Excuse, me, everyone, your attention please!"
He didn't get much of a response. Ji'kip and Akaarn were having an animated discussion over the newly set-up atmosphere sensor, while Stephens, fanning himself with his hat with one hand and mopping the sweat from his brow with the other, looked on in exasperation. Across the clearing, Junazee huddled over the communications array, chatting with Iode to make sure the connection was clear.
Charlotte, evidently sick of seeing her master overlooked, roared. The entire camp turned to at least glance at the Wookiee.
"Thank you," the Pau'an nodded appreciatively. "Everyone, thank you for helping to quickly establish camp. As you know, the materials we've been sent to collect for Pau'an Pharma and Chem might contribute to new, life-saving medications in the near future. Thus I hope you all appreciate the need to move quickly to secure them in the few days we have on-world. Although the environment will be challenging, I have complete faith in —"
The Pau'an's speech was cut off as Junazee cranked up the volume on the comms array. "You've got some sort of transport coming in hot," Len's voice called out, slightly distorted by Semuboca's thick atmosphere. "Looks like it popped out of hyperspace when it hit the planet's gravity well. It should hit atmo… fifteen clicks west of your position." Some of the keener-sighted OEF troopers started pointing up at the sky, where the flaming arc of an incoming vessel streaked through the air in the distance."
"That's not ideal," Mako deadpanned. "Have any other good news for us, Iode?"
"Well, now that you mention it, there's a storm cell that looks like it'll sweep over your location. You've probably got a little while…"
"Six hours!" Ji'kip interjected while Akaarn scowled at him.
"...but it's hard to tell. This thing isn't exactly a weather station."
Tamashi rubbed his brow. They'd been planetside all of an hour before things got complicated.
"Well, fearless leader," Henymory smirked, addressing the Pau'an. "What next?"
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Greetings Satelites and Satelettes! What you just read is the introduction to the first part of a new event series we'll be running over the next several weeks. We're putting the finishing touches of the initial slate of competitions, so keep an eye on your email and Telegram for the announcement when they're live. Now for your regularly scheduled programming.
As a reminder, if you're interested in running a competition or just have an idea you like to see, don't hesitate to bring it up to your summit!
March was a pretty good month for us. While we didn't have a bunch of people doing 20+ competitions, we did have some activity from people we haven't seen for a while. Zeon Blacktooth rejoined the Houth, while Aaleeshah, Jafits Skrumm, and leocadio were able to return to activity after quiet periods.
As a reminder, the following activity only covers the month of March.
In conclusion, Carthage must be destroyed.
Alethia Archenksova
Quaestor, Satele Shan
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Bravo sir, bravo! Also, there is so much epic in this report I can't contain myself.
Great Report!
good job. :)
Grats, Ed!
Also, great report! A fiction feature, and I didn't even have to write it. :P