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Ardustaar

Post by Darkheyr » Fri Nov 13, 2009 2:17 am

OOC:
Inspired by Beohrts vignettes', I'll be using this thread for whatever Kartanin Dominion idea I can up with that doesnt fit into an actual storyline. Some may relate to each other, some might not.


Ri'itar'a System

Silently, Salran watched the endless flow of traffic to and from the trade star. It was strange, in a way. Most of the ships here were native designs, but not all of them. He could see a pair of Gallofree transports, a single lambda shuttle, a bulk transport... And during their approach some hours ago, they even saw the massive shape of a Lucrehulk cruiser. So little was known of this remote area of the galaxy, and for some reason, it had been ship manufacturers and other companies to truly bring more attention to the Kartanin Dominion. The draw of fresh markets, not of exploration. He smiled slightly, and shifted his attention back to the spectacular view of the planet below. In his information package Neetal'a was labeled the "Jewel of Ardustaar", and he could see why. The crystal cities of the Nitaaru spanned across the world, shining in azure light, just like the blue sun on the planet's far side. He regretted not being able to visit them... Though maybe that was a point for another time.

The door signal chimed and he turned. "Come in". It slid open, revealing the young ensign assigned to him. "Ah, Ensign. Can I help you?" He stepped in, a bit nervous apparently. Salran smiled. He knew he had that effect sometimes. "Ah, we were onboard the Trade Star sir... To aid in the refueling." Sal nodded. "So I've heard. Go on." Calming somewhat, the ensign continued. "Well, I talked to one of the Quintha tech's, and he mentioned something about the Nitaaru offering advise and information package about the Dominion." He produced a datacard. "Not sure if it, uh, costs anything, but he gave me some contact information. I just thought it might be useful if you knew."
Salran took the datacard, pondering. "That was good work Ensign." Then, he chuckled. "I assume they do accept credits, don't they? Good. Then that shouldn't be too much of a burden. I'll let your captain know of your initiative."

The ensign beamed at the praise. After he left the cabin, the massive whiphid turned towards the terminal and inserted the datacard. He knew this assignment was tricky. He also knew there were good reason why he was assigned to it. And he knew he would need all information about these Kartanin he could get.

But then, nobody claimed it was easy to be an Ambassador to the New Republic.

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Post by Darkheyr » Mon Nov 23, 2009 2:34 am

Ancathra Prime

"Say what you want, they're still invaders."

The trio of figures sitting around the small table was quietly discussing the prime topic among leerans these days - the Kartanin occupation. The table stood among others of its kind; on the garden balcony of a small restaurant clinging to one of the towering skyscrapers of Ancathra Prime. The present speaker, a leeran human in his fourties, had tanned skin, with a slight red tint as was common. Intricate, snake-like tattoos covered much of his face, framed by military-cut dark hair.

"They came here, destroyed our fleet, landed their troops and killed the General. Sounds like invaders to me."

The other two leerans - another man and a woman, both with equally tattooed faces - looked at each other, before the woman replied.

"They also said they want to reinstate a government of our choosing, and to let us decide whether we want to stay with them." "Of their choosing you mean. Otherwise we'd be free already." The third leeran hit the table with his hand. "You can't possibly want the staff of generals to lead us! Nothing would have changed! Nothing!" Snake-face leaned back, shoving back his food, and stood. "General Corus was a madman, yes. But at least he was a leeran, and didn't bow to foreigners. You might want to start thinking about what side you're on."

He left. The other two stared after him.

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Post by Darkheyr » Thu Dec 10, 2009 2:31 am

Leeran Alliance
Halora System


Through the darkness of space, a single object drifted. Lifeless, if scanned from afar. Likely no more than one of many interstellar rocks across the star cluster. Luckily, for the Leeran Alliance would certainly disapprove of its presence, had they bothered to investigate it more closely.

Within the object, a door opened. A greenscaled reptile entered a rectangular room filled with consoles and monitors - the control centre of the Nurian Explorer.

"Report."

Other reptiles turned. They were five of them, including the speaker. Five, of a crew of eighty Altari, as they called themselves. One of them replied.

"We have detected a ship of interest, Commander. Most likely identification: CR90 Corellian Corvette. It is emitting transponder signals we have been able to associate with the Corellian Engineering Corporation."

The commander stepped closer, and the reporting Altari handed him a datapad. He read through it - a quick briefing on CEC and the corvette. Interesting. He looked up, and his subordinate continued.

"Intercepted communication suggests they are here on request - for business relations."

The commanders nose-ridge flexed slightly. This was certainly noteworthy. Leeran ships were inferior to their Dominion counterparts, but a contract with CEC could change that very quickly. "The Alliance is upgrading their navy. Signal the command ship - the Kartanin will want to know."

"Yes, Commander."

The commander looked towards the monitor where, far off, the sun Halora could be seen. He did his task, but he longed to be reassigned for exploratory duty again. He knew the Altari should be content - their vessels were kept away from combat itself. For military tasks, they were scouts, and only scouts. Still, they were explorers at heart. He longed to move into unknown space again.

But duty was duty. And it was part of their deal with the Dominion.

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Post by Darkheyr » Fri Jan 29, 2010 4:29 am

Cuunen System

The blast doors to the command centre hissed open, and a white and black feline stepped into the heart of the Prekaara, clad in black and gold armour. The guards to the left and right saluted. He passed them, closing in on the command position, where another feline just rose to repeat the guards salute. The newcomer returned it, this time.

"Report, Captain"

He handed his superior a datacard. "Additional information from our Altari scouts. The Leerans have negotiated a contract. We expect to see the first corellian ships in their service within three to six months."
The old admiral smirked. Whether as peaceful allies or worthier foes, the Leerans would prove interesting in the coming times. "Expected ship types?"

The captain shrugged. "Not determined by certainty. Intelligence assumes corellian corvettes to be the most numerous class purchased however, and unspecified types of starfighters."

"Keep me advised. Position of the consular ship?"

"Drifting in the outskirts. Abeam the Trade Star."

The admiral sat in the command chair. "Set course. Flagship and two squadrons. Inform the Ambassador we will escort him to Kartan."
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Post by Darkheyr » Thu Feb 25, 2010 2:14 am

Black Star Confederacy
Karemma System


"Reversion in five, four, three, two, one... now."

The blue maelstrom of hyperspace made way for star lines, and then for realspace. The typical blue gas clouds of Ardustaar were gone. Blackness remained between stars. Confederate space.

The stations were going through their reversion checks while the Captain observed the rest of the convoy reverting on the sensor panel. One after the other checked in with the leading ship. "Convoy reversion complete, contact Xitai." The comm officer acknowledged.

"Xitai Control, Quintha Four-seven, seven ship convoy with cargo to Fuller, after reversion."

The reply was prompt, in the monotone translation voice most Nitaaru used. "Quintha Four-seven, Xitai Control. Transmit convoy manifest and hold at Two-Seven-Alpha. Standby for customs."

The captain sighed while his officer acknowledged. Holding instructions meant there would be a more thorough inspection than just going over their manifest and simple scans. Inspection teams. Hopefully they wouldn't check all of the ships. Especially his own Arlass transport would take long... very long. 750 metres of cargo containers wasn't inspected quickly.

"Quintha Four-seven flagship, Confed Six. Standby to receive inspection team."

Oh, great.
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Post by Darkheyr » Sun Mar 07, 2010 5:12 am

Kartan

Icy wind blew through Salrans consular robes as he stepped onto the balcony. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment to relish what other species considered abysmally cold. To his Kartanin hosts, and to himself, it was refreshing and pleasant. A wonderful counterpart to the long discussions with the Council of Lords. Though the felines ignored much other species considered diplomatic necessities and had a preference for getting straight to the point, their honour code still served as a diplomatic minefield - and as he had discovered, their opinion of the New Republic wasn't the best, partly justified - from their point of view - and partly due to false information. Their respect for the Empire - in its current incarnation and more importantly, with its current Regent as they made perfectly clear - was significantly greater. Salran couldn't exactly blame them, to their culture a military commander like Thrawn would always be more impressive than a republican leadership of politicians. Still, he liked to think he was doing a good job so far. His easy adaptation to climate and customs had served him well - the Diplomatic Corps had made a good choice in sending a whiphid.

However, he doubted he would make much actual progress if he didn't get to speak with these "Voica" he had so far only read and heard about. The Kartanin he met spoke of them in devoted reverence for the most part, and they seemed to be a sensitive matter. And more importantly, they were the final decision makers in the Dominion. He had mentioned his wish to meet them to a Council Member, but received little but a cryptic reply that the Voica intervened only if they felt the need.

So he took his time, waited, and explored the capital city of Tarkan-Thur. His lodgings were more than excellent, he had to admit. Not in a "diplomatic district" as he would have expected on worlds like Coruscant, Corellia or, in earlier times, Alderaan. Instead, he had been offered a room within the holdings of House H'ay, the noble house the fleet commander who had welcomed him and his ship in space belonged to. Though he was almost certain this had certain political backgrounds next to reasons of hospitality, he knew enough of Kartanin honour not to insult them with refusal. Later on, he had found out that such arrangements were normal enough, and even permanent embassies were scattered through the city. He had made a mental note to check in with other government representatives during his stay.
For now, however, he enjoyed the grand view provided. House H'ay occupied a large area of the eastern canyon wall, which rose in a terrace-like manner in this part of the city, though he wasn't certain if the canyon had been formed this way naturally or not. In the centre of the canyon he could see the Paragon Path - a millenia-old stone highway lined with massive statues of Kartanin. Admiral Barryl-Shir-H'ay had explained their importance, listing the history of each ancient warrior by heart as they passed. The greatest warriors of their time, and examples to young Kartanin. At the end of the road, the Great Hall stood, seat of the Council. In the other direction, it reached the old harbour after some miles, from where ships could sail through miles of cityscape and fjords, eventually reaching other settlements. It was rich with culture, and despite of their war-torn history, the Kartanin seemed to be very keen on preserving it, especially this Temple of the Voice.
The temple was another matter. He couldn't get a hold of the Voica, yet, but there was a number of priests in the capital city. He planned to get into casual contact with one, merely to learn more about their beliefs. Perhaps, given time, it could be a road to deeper relations.

The terminal in his room let out that irritating sound Kartanin used for incoming sounds. To his ears, it sounded horrible - the peace of mind momentarily disrupted. He stepped inside, and accepted the call. A Kartanin voice sounded over the speakers. "Ambassador Luchandis of Drillaria requests to speak to you, Ambassador Salran."
He blinked in puzzlement. That was interesting. "Thank you." He sat. "Please put him through."

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Post by Darkheyr » Fri Mar 12, 2010 7:36 am

Some hours later, Salran was led into the depths of the drillarian embassy by a kartanin protocol droid. They followed a long corridor leading deeper into the rock of the canyon wall, descending as they did. After some metres, the lefthand wall made way to a transparisteel gallery, offering an obviously artificial, but nonetheless appealing underwater scenery. He wondered whether it was real or merely holographic. Eventually, they reached a larger room, filled with various plants, comfortable seating areas... A lounge, he called it after some moments of thinking. He saw several different species and other protocol droids, but no drillarians yet. Most of them were standing in small groups, quietly talking.

His droid suggested to take a seat and wait, so he was still pondering on the where when he noticed one of the present beings excusing itself from a group and approaching him. Slightly shorter than a human he figured... Clad head to toe in an enviro-suit. He could make out vague contours of a face behind the helmet, but no details save a pair of faintly glowing eyes. The stranger stopped just at arm's reach.

"Talan Dor, stranger. I am Irsai da'Nalrana. Am I correct in assuming that you are the Ambassador of the New Republic?"
From his voice, Salran assumed Irsai was male - though it was difficult to say, since the voice was audibly altered by the suit's vocoder unit - and he had no idea what he looked like beneath the suit. "My greetings, Irsai da'Nalrana" he replied. He wasn't certain if repeating this 'Talan Dor' greeting would be appropriate. "You are correct. I am Salran, Ambassador to the New Republic. Can I be of assistance?"
Irsai nodded. If he was intimidated by Salrans stature - he towered the smaller creature by almost three feet - he didn't show it. "I believe you might. I represent a number of Srinti from the skies of Tegan Dor." Tegan Dor, a gas giant. Srinti... He vaguely remembered the name. Hydrogen breathers, he thought to recall. Hence the suit.

"Well" he began, "since we are both waiting anyway, let us sit, and talk."

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Post by Darkheyr » Sat Sep 03, 2011 8:04 am

Flagship Prekaara - Charnas System
Six hours after the Charon attack


With meticulous care, Barryl-Shir-H'ay brushed the damp cloth over the scar running over his eye. It burned, though the grizzled Kartanin warrior didn't flinch. Soon, that scar would just be one of many memories of battle marking his fur. His was not the untarnished body of a young whelp merely on a stroke of luck - he had fought all his life, and the wounds to show for it. He set the cloth aside, reaching for the new eyepatch he now had to carry - for how long remained to be seen. He was just about to replace the used gauze fixed inside when the door chimed.

"Enter."

The door to his quarters opened - and as expected, it was the Prekaara's captain, and by extension, his second in command as far as the battlegroup was concerned. "What is it, Lord-Captain?"

Lord-Captain Arn-Drel-H'ay - only marginally younger than him - studied him a few moments longer than most would have dared. Not that he minded - Arn had been friend and battle brother for decades. "I have requests from medical. You have missed your daily appointment - again."

Barryl growled. "I'll see medical when I find the time. A little cut won't kill me." -"It might cost you an eye." -"I have another." He glanced at the datapad Arn handed him. No trace of Charon stragglers. They had vanished, eluding the entire defensive network around the Ardustaar cluster through their otherspace drives. A tactical nightmare.

"There is more."

He glanced up. His friend's face was gravely serious.

"They hit Fuller."

He cursed, a clawed hand sending the collection of datapads on his desk flying. The captain knew better than to interrupt. After a minute of thought, staring into the mirror at the wall, he spoke again. "Nothing we can do for them now. Have the battlegroup prepare for jump; I will pass command of the relief effort to the Veeshan within the hour."

Another few moments of silence. "As you command, Warmaster." The door closed behind Arn.

Warmaster. They had been calling him that for a long time, now - even when his rank was still that of a Lord-Admiral. Only when the High Council was defanged by the Voica had he been officially elevated to this newly-created rank. Warmaster - Master of the Warfleet and its allied forces, without question. It was an honour of a scope few Kartanin could hope to receive.

With the chaos reigning now, he hoped he would be worthy of it.

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Post by Darkheyr » Fri Sep 09, 2011 3:09 pm

Srana - Varriasi System

With a barely audible thud, yet another part of the transparent dome covering the city was shattered, flaming pieces spreading slowly into the sky in Srana's atmosphere. It mattered little - numerous other holes dotted the dome, and the atmosphere within was already thinned out - and poisonous enough to cause hallucinations after ten minutes; kill after thirty. Both Kartanin warriors and the few frennan rebels still fighting above ground used either enclosed battle armour or enviro-suits, or even mere rebreathers to survive.

Warmaster Barryl-Shir-H'ay stood within the battered hulk of a former corporate tower, now turned into the assault force's makeshift command post. The heavily decorated armour was almost beyond recognition under layers of dark Frennan blood and coolant fluids from their envirosuits. Scorch marks adorned its side.

It was the second time that he visited Srana. And like the first time, he came to crush a rebellion. A rebellion that, if left unchecked, could spark the entire system into uprising, and while Varriasi would never turn to be a true military threat to the Kartanin Warfleet, it would bind resources they could scarcely afford right now. Not with a Prekaara dreadnought gone rogue, and not with the massive relief effort still in progress at Charnas after the Charon attack - not to mention the reports of the Leeran Navy massing along Kartanin borders.

The building shook slightly. More frennan stragglers with heavy equipment. Nothing to truly worry about now - the rebellion leaders and its main force were fortified in the mining caverns below. Narrow tunnels, close engagement ranges - ideal conditions to be relished by the feline warriors, and normally, a massive advantage. However - Frennan constitution and sheer physical strength even outmatched the Kartanin.
Luckily, their massive constitution also made them next to impossible to miss with a blaster.

Despite this, this rebellion would need time, as inevitable as its outcome would be. The Warmaster would crush their main force, and leave the clean up to a subordinate. His battlegroup was needed elsewhere.

So this time, the Sranan rebels were shown no benefit of the doubt. Those frennans that did not evacuate were hiding amongst the ursupers, or dying amidst city ruins. And the Warmaster was devising an assault plan to decapitate the rebellion with one more, swift stroke, so he could move on. Ferreting out the last resistance would take months, anyway.

Orders were given, assault squads were briefed. No heavy vehicles could be used down there - but Kartanin excelled at heavily equipped infantry, anyway. It was warfare how they prefered it. Blasters until they could close, power swords and claws in melee against enemies worth singing songs about.

One by one, the assault squads left the tower, advancing under the cover fire of artillery. At the forefront, the Warmaster lead the assault. Shortage of time or not - Honour was to be gained.

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Post by Darkheyr » Sun Oct 30, 2011 3:34 pm

Ancathra System

Barryl-Shir-H'ay, Warmaster of the Kartanin Warfleet, stood ontop of the balcony that was the strategic and tactical heart of the command centre - and, thus, the Prekaara. Countless viewscreens were lined up all along the railing, and the primary tactical information display filled his vision from left to right at the opposite side of the centre.

And right now, said display was filled with contacts.

Dreadnaughts. Gladiator star destroyers. A single Venator. Corellian corvettes and frigates of various models. A veritable force of starfighters. All of them unified into the strongest Leeran force the Kartanin had encountered in one place since centuries. And they were at Ancathra, supporting the locals.

Locals which not only had rebelled against the Kartanin occupation, but had done so in collaboration with traitors, whyever.

Still - against the two battlegroups under his command, they were at a disadvantage. And they, unlike the Kartanin, were no warriors. The problem that remained however was that such a battle would undoubtely mean war against the Leeran Alliance, which would bind even more forces the Warmaster couldn't spare, especially now that both the Jade Empire and the Black Star Confederacy had sent almost their entire fleets to Mon Calamari. The only major military force in the area was the Warfleet now - and thus, the only force with the ability to hunt down a rogue command ship.

So it came to diplomacy. Except that the leerans were unwilling to settle for anything but a Kartanin withdrawal from all occupied worlds. And reparations. Arrogant Xen'Chi collaborateurs.

His second in command stepped up next to him. "They have agreed to a meeting." The Warmaster growled, his claws briefly scratching over the railing. "Have they. Fine." He glanced over his shoulder, at the third figure on the balcony. "Try, if you must. Your transport is ready."

The silver-haired humanoid inclined her head. "By your leave, Warmaster."

Ten minutes later, a single shuttle left the Kartanin flagship for the leeran fleet.

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Post by Darkheyr » Mon Oct 31, 2011 12:25 pm

Kartanin, the Galactic Guide states, are not patient creatures. It also states that a Kartanin's natural reactions to things of annoyance are varying degrees of violence, and that one should thus avoid, at all cost, to keep a Kartanin waiting. Of course, it doesn't speak of the fact that the Temple of the Voice teaches peace of mind, patience, and to follow reason instead of raw emotion. It also doesn't speak of the fact that older Kartanin tend to be a lot more in control of their actions. Mostly, it doesn't mention these things because it usually only means that the Kartanin in question will content himself with bruising the offender just a little, which may still result in scars and the occasional loss of a limb.

The Warmaster was almost a century old. He was a devout adherent to the teachings of the Temple. And he was annoyed.

He was waiting, with two entire battlegroups behind him. Two battlegroups that were most definitly needed elsewhere. Waiting for the last hope for a diplomatic solution to succeed, and the leerans to withdraw. Then, they could retake Ancathra, and he had one of many issues less to worry about. If the woman didn't succeed... Well. That would likely end in war with the Leeran Alliance. A future that seemed more likely by the minute. He had already ordered several more ships closer to leeran space. If war broke out, the Warfleet would launch a series of swift strikes against the core worlds of the Alliance. That would buy hopefully end the conflict outright, or buy them time enough to deal with other matters as well.

He had just resolved to grant her another hour at the most when he was called to the command centre - the woman had sent word.

*** *** ***

"They are willing to withdraw - provided the Warfleet does the same. Both parties may leave a corvette behind to continue negotiations."

Barryl-Shir-H'ay studied the holographic female. Like this, she seemed even more fragile than normally. Hard to believe that her unassuming exterior hid warrior skills beyond most Kartanin. He growled deeply, glancing at the tactical display, then back to her. "Unacceptable. Several of our galactic guests went missing on Ancathra. The investigation can't be delayed."

Her answer was prompt - she had expected that. "We discussed that. They are unwilling to let Kartanin come planet-side-" He snorted. "- but have agreed to work with a strictly non-military group of investigators. I'm thinking of Nurians, Nitaaru. The ancathrans have agreed to that as well."

"You are asking me to tolerate rebellion, Jedi. If we do not act now, we show weakness to all of Ardustaar." He narrowed his eyes on the tiny figure - but she held his gaze.

"You would show both diplomatic skills and tactical sense. These people don't want war, my lord. They merely want to choose their own path. You yourself said that would be the eventual-" "Premature." - aim, premature as it may be. They are willing to cooperate, provided they don't see any military presence for now." She paused. "They are also willing to share what information they have on your traitor."

The Warmaster laughed out loud. "And again they show what worth their word has, betraying their newfound ally at the first opportunity."

"Hardly. They were means to an end, and they knew from the beginning they would be used. Whoever he is, he is a racist - and they know they never had a chance of maintaining that alliance. Think about it."

He did, for quite a while. He contacted the Jedi woman again - and the Leeran commander. Requests were posed, guarantees exchanged, a select few details worked out. Finally, after another two hours, the two fleets left the system.

Two corvettes, some diplomats were left behind.

And a Jedi.

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