Game Master's Note:
For detailed information on this roleplaying thread, please refer to the OOC discussion found here. It contains all pertinent information about the situation, background, terrain and participants.
Along the Entralla Trade Route
Orinda / Mid-Rim: Irishi Sector
Near Kenari City, Emerald Gorge Province
Currently Under Imperial Occupation
War. Everyone has words about war. War is hell, they say. War is murder. War is necessary. War is foolish. War is good for business. For the Orindans, war is simply known as nothing new.
Whenever the galaxy finds itself embroiled in a new conflict, Orinda is inevitably surrounded by warships. Being situated along a popular trade route in the galactic north, it's practically inescapable. Ships pour in with nanochips, alloys, spirits and tourists, and they come out carrying things like delicacies, fine woods, textiles and stories about surly customs agents and the powdered sugar they forgot to wipe from their collar.
Then comes the war, the flashes in the sky and the burning wreckage that creates an impromptu meteor shower. The battleships enter their lazy geosynchronous orbit, disgorging troops and supplies and admirals in their finely pressed uniforms (lacking powdered sugar on their collars).
They knock on the Prime Minister's door. He waits a moment before opening it, taking a few precious seconds to roll his eyes at the cosmic misfortune of his planet and people before pulling the muscles in his face into a strained smile.
"Gentlemen..." he begins.
"Prime Minister!" they interrupt, "Our sworn enemies are shipping goods and supplies through your planet! We're here to stop them! For truth and justice!"
"Welcome," he says to this newest cadre of invaders, "Just -- tell your men to wipe their feet when they land..."
Some Admirals respect the planet and its people. They protect it and hinder trade very little. Others use the planet for target practice. They kill civilians and destroy industrial developments and farms for even the slightest misunderstanding.
Over time, the people of Orinda grew tired of supporting one side over another. Instead they've come to value their own safety over that of the galaxy at large. If staying neutral is not an option, they surmised, keeping out of harms way by adapting to their circumstances no matter how often or how drastically they change seemed the most prudent option. As a result, the population of Orinda is widely regarded as neutral, and most invaders have reported being fond of their hospitality and frank opinions.
Ironically, this attitude of going with the flow infiltrated Orindan society so well that the planet is now renowned for its laid back atmosphere. As a result, Orinda has a booming tourism industry and exports highly sought after luxury goods -- when not being blockaded by an invading force, that is.
For these reasons, Orinda was neither surprised nor fazed by the Empire's arrival or the New Republic's retreat. When Pellaeon landed in his gleaming shuttle and brought his advisers and his bushy mustache into the capitol building, the Prime Minister smiled a tight, familiar smile.
"Gentlemen..." he began.
The northern province of Emerald Gorge is home to Kenari City, the seat of Orinda's government and home to its largest spaceport. Surrounded on three sides by mountain ranges and on a fourth by an idyllic coastline, it is what many describe as geographically cozy and militarily defensible. It is also home to an array of planetary defenses, including a theater shield, and orbital defense ion and turbolaser cannons, all of which are currently under the protection of the Imperial army.
The Imperial invasion has done little to upset the Orindan way of life, thanks in part to their attitude towards power shifts, and also because Pellaeon wants the planet and its assets intact. The happier its population stays, the better the Empire looks to the galaxy as a whole. That's not what he said to the Prime Minister, of course, but nonetheless -- he wanted a clean, uneventful operation.
But as the Mid-Rim counter-attack by the New Republic progresses, it seems unlikely that Orinda will escape the battle unscathed. Even now, as the Imperial army group near Kenari City entrenches their defensive positions around the shield generators and orbital cannons, a New Republic strike force is on the outskirts of the system, looking for a way to make a clandestine planet-fall.
Meanwhile, inside Kenari City, a deadly game of hide-and-seek is taking place between agents of CorSec and Hutt operatives, both stuck on Orinda since the start of the blockade nearly a month ago.
This is the story of how it all blew up in their faces: