Jordan sighed as he eyes the map of the roots. Of course it had to be even more difficult, why would anything ever be simple. He glanced at Yuki then looked over to Matthew. This was going to force him into his biggest fear, but he wasn't going to show it in front of her, so he nodded.

"Not exactly sure what a Tempest is but I'm down, let's go." He said.

"Of course, Captain" Jordan said, drawing out the last word. If she was going to play games with him, he'd gladly play along. He set the folder he'd been carrying down on the edge of the chessboard, pulling out multiple copies of his reports and handing them to the two CORAL members, Tyler, and Beckett.

"So the long and short of it is, We are looking for the Guidance computer of the booster, and the Flight Recorder off of the Atlas simulated capsule module." He said as he tossed two pictures into the middle, showing each of the parts. "They should be fairly easy to identify, the only issue being that the explosion caused the wreckage to be scattered over a 4 mile cone shaped area nearby. While not an overly massive area, the large amount of pieces to go through will complicate things."

He pointed to the page that showed the search site and slid another copy to the middle, circling the top, widest section of the cone.

"Given direction of travel it is likely the both pieces would be in this region, however, there's no real telling whether the piece were thrown in strange ways after the incident, which means that the entire area isn't ruled out, it's just a fairly decent place to start." He finished, looking up at those gathered and nodding, finishing on the captain, looking eyes with her.

Jordan smiled at the floor, ashamed to look at the captain. He glanced up at her with a sheepish grin.

"I'm so sorry about that, I just got so caught up in work and everything, and I'm really bad at this, and... " He started to ramble before he stopped and took a breath and looked directly into her eyes. "I am really sorry Ms. Tyler, if you'd let me, I'd like a chance to try and make it up to you."

He straightened, awaiting the retaliation, if there was going to be one, glancing at Beckett who just basically gave him a look that said "Don't look at me, this is your mess."

Jordan Rayne stepped into the VH-25, the government helicopter that Evelyn has made mandatory for all official trips from the Palace. He had already taken it down to Isen City to prep for his trip out to sea. This one would likely be longer than the last one and he needed to make sure he had everything he'd need for a multiple week trip working out of the office. Now the 25 was flying quickly over the Azure Sea, westward towards Achkaerin waters. Around 2 hours into the flight he saw it come into view in the distance, the INS Sharingan, Captain Tyler's ships, glorious and majestic. He smiled to himself as the 25 began to slow, then entering an orbit around the ship.

"INS Sharingan, this is V92-06 carrying Lord Minister Jordan Rayne of Revana, requesting permission to land and come aboard." Jordan heard the pilot say over the radio.

"Permission granted, welcome aboard." Came the response in the headset and Jordan felt it as the Helicopter began to lower toward the pad at the back of the ship. After a few moments Jordan stepped out onto the deck, the 25 spinning back up and departing behind him. Unlike the last trip here, he was a lot more casual, wearing fairly comfortable but still professional clothes rather than the suit he was wearing last time. He followed his escort into the ship.

One Week After the Aperture Ball


Jordan Rayne sat at his desk, looking over more of the recent satellite photos of the Atlas crash site. These were higher quality than the one's he had at the Ball, and they showed the top capsule shaped module scattered into pieces over a 4 mile cone. It'd be hard to narrow down an exact position on the flight recorder and computer, might take awhile. The Captain's face flashed through his head, he had screwed up last time, got too focused on work and missed his chance with her. This was a second chance at that, if he got stationed with her again that is. He shook his head, clearing her face away, focusing back on his work. He turned to his computer and began typing up a message to the email he had gotten from Gary Hale.

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Ladies and Gentlemen of Mundus, we offer up our voices to those innocent members of the Lodjan civilians who have to live in the consequences that are a direct result of the monarchy that rules them. While we do not agree with her form of government, during the peak of her reign, Queen Klara worked to benefit both the people of her nation as well as those of Mundus. She kept her nation stable and her people happy, and we offer our condolences to her friends and family.

The peace and stability that existed during the height of her reign did not last though, and now it has descended into complete chaos. Instead of looking at new ways to solve this, your government has just quickly replaced one monarch with another and seem to think that things will change. We find this to be disappointing and pray by the grace of the Light that the Citizens of Lodja take things into their own hands, choosing freedom over a continuous cycle of unstable rulers and a government of corruption. The Enlightenment will always offer it's support to those wish to escape from those conditions and await the glorious rise of Lodja from it's current course.

Name: Gareth Inselas
Race: Human
Age: 56
Homeworld: Atrisia
Occupation: Bodyguard
Force Sensitivity: Yes
Biography: Born on the Core Worlds planet of Atrisia, Gareth a rather quiet childhood leaving the planet at a young age to live on Coruscant nearby. Around the age of 26, Gareth left the planet to travel the galaxy, moving from place to place and learning all he could about the the Core worlds, eventually joining CorSec and serving with the force for a few years. Then around midway through the Clone Wars he decided he wanted something more peaceful from his life and he moved out into a small backwoods farming planet and married a Twi'lek woman and had a kid, running a small farm. About 10 BBY, Imperials came to the planet and took it over, instituting slave labor to all the non-humans to produce food for the military. He fought against them trying to save his family and as punishment the imperials killed his wife and daughter. He was arrested and served two years in an work camp. For the past two years, Gareth has been jumping from planet to planet, living off of bodyguard jobs basically giving up on life, almost hoping to find a fight that will be a good one to end on.
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"Well at least you can pull off jeans and a soccer shirt, I feel like I've gained 10 pounds since I became regent. Just let me know if you need to hit the court again, Isaac installed a hoop out there where you both first played." Evelyn said, lightly chuckling before composing herself as Akasha walked up. "An honor to meet you Pharaoh, we have plenty of room here at the Palace, you are welcome to stay and I would be delighted to sit with you and discuss things tomorrow."

Jordan blushed slightly and chuckled at Gary's comment.

"Now that would definitely be a bonus, would really take care of two birds with one stone so to say." He glanced over at Ronald, then back to Gary and Nicola. "I think he's being paranoid, but he seems to think it wasn't an error on their part that it exploded, so yes it'd be nice to see Captain Tyler again but it'll mainly get him off my back proving to him that things just go wrong sometimes."

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Exodus was disappointed when Valeri had to go, he had enjoyed talking to the man, but he understood that some people were busy, so he shrugged and made his way towards the bar to grab himself something a bit stronger than champagne.

Isabel made her way through the room with the a special grace, keeping out of the way and out of sight in a way only a server could, topping off people's glasses and offering appetizers. After a bit she noticed Valeri sitting in a chair of to the side looking at his phone. She had seen some of the exchange from the corridor and she had spent long enough reading people to see what Valeri really thought about Exodus. She made her way over to him, topping off his champagne and dropping a small folded paper into his lap before disappearing back into the crowd.

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Ronald took the business card with a smile. "Thank you, Sir Maybury. I'm sure I speak for everyone at Nebulus about how appealing it'd be too coop with EMAC." He shook Alan's hand then turned to Jiro Asagiri, giving the man a small bow in return. "It is an honor to meet you as well Mr. Asagiri. Thank you for your kind words, I know that these are the pains of a new program and was already expecting something like this was going to happen. I had the idea that one day Nebulus might set up a contract with the DNSA, maybe adding a module to the Shirotsuru or helping with resupplying the station.

Kaleb Thompson made his way up to Princess Satomi, bowing with respect to the woman before offering his hand.

"Princess Satomi, it is an honor to welcome you to Revana, I am Vice Commandant Kaleb Thompson. Please do not hesitate to ask if you need anything or have any questions."

	Sarah Evans
Titles	None
Education	Haven of Sovereignty General Education Sovereigntyian Military command Recruit Training Sovereigntyian Elite Officer Training Supreme Commando Elite Training Justicar Training
Positions Held	Chief of Staff (Revana Liaison) for Serenity Azurewind Captain (Achkaerin Army) Posting: Justicar - "Thunderbird" Sergeant (Ravanan Army)
Family	Brother - Levi Evans Single
Links to Important events?	None
Biography	The younger sister of Levi Evans, Sarah is highly intelligent and known for strategic thinking, part of the most recent graduating class of Supreme Commandos she got handpicked for Justicar training alongside her brother, she's not the most social personality wise but she's a learner, a problem solver and yes it helps that she can run and shoot with the best of them and the longer the range the better for that, she is regarded as more cold blooded than her brother and while she hates being handed anything because of being Levi's little sister she's found herself in a role outside of his shadow operating as the eyes and ears of Achkaerin's Crown Princess Serenity in Revana, watching the Royal estate and doing a liaison role.

Evelyn Wesley and Kaleb Thompson stood at the door of the ballroom of the Imperial Palace. At the front door, Serena Bartrove stood with a guard holding a list of authorizations to check against anyone who arrived. In the Ballroom, the rest of the Council of Ten sat waiting for the guests. They had all been brought in, so that every foreign delegate had someone to speak with if they wanted to do any negotiating with Revana. Also in the room, Ronald Hughes and Lance Alan sat together at one of the corner tables, discussing the failure of the Atlas launch and what could've caused it. There was light music playing from the speakers in the room, the live band having not been called in yet.

Outside the Palace was clean and beautiful, awaiting newcomers and returning friends to grace it's halls once again for the the first time in a few years.

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(OOC: Y'all are welcome to rp your arrival at anytime. Thanks!)

The Judges watched each of the presentations with interest, Alan showing deep interest upon hearing the Izhitsan goal was to lower the cost of space flight and make it accessible to all. He applauded their efforts and made sure to let them know that Aperture would be willing to help in their endeavors.

He was impressed by the uniqueness of Daito's presentation, a perfect way to make Space station while still keeping cost down and reusing things that would have gone to waste. He offered to introduce Jiro to Ronald Hughes, owner of Nebulus, who would likely be interested in setting up some sort of resupply contract with the DNSA.

Upon reaching the Achakerin presentation, 2 of the Judges had to keep their bias down, Catriona for being from Achkaerin, and Lance for Achakerin pretty much being their sister nation. Lance found all of the presented inventions fascinating, but his favorite was Morph, he found it adorable, and thought the applications for it were practically endless. He decided to talk to Nicola after the presentation and offer to purchase some of the drones for Aperture whenever they become available to the public. He had some many ideas for what they could be used for.

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The last presentation of the Fair was Revana's own. The group approached a rather small screen with only a podium and a large television screen mounted above the stage. After everyone had a chance to reach the stage, Ronald Hughes walked in front of the crowd with a large smile on his face.

"Good Evening ladies and gentlemen. We at Nebulus Aerospace are overjoyed to have you with us tonight on a very special night for not only me, but for my nation, and for the future of space exploration. This Company was founded to revolutionize space technology, with the ultimate goal of enabling people to live on other planets. I have ambitious goals for my company, goals many keep calling me crazy over. I WILL send our first crewed flight to orbit by September of next year by the latest. I WILL land Revanans on the moon by 2024, and I WILL have the first person on Nergal by 2030. You may call me crazy but I feel we need that sort of crazy to enable these out of this world goals. And all of this starts with tonight..." He steps back and gestures grandly to the TV, which turns on revealing a live feed from a launch pad showing a large rocket, clouds of vapor coming from the hull.


"The Alpha 2 rocket, carrying a lead ballast test payload designed to simulate a capsule carrying 7 passengers. Mission codenamed Atlas, as this launch is the foundation of all other launches from here on out." He says as the countdown at the bottom of the screen reaches 45 seconds.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you are ready to witness the birth of the future. Enjoy." He steps back but doesn't turn off his mic, instead he begins speaking again but hisvoice comes from the live stream on the TV. "Jordan are you ready?"

"RASA is standing by, all green here Ronald." Lord Minister Jordan Rayne responded from RASA mission control in Isen City.

"Gary, you guys ready?" Ronald said.

"We are a go here." The voice of Gary Hale said from the Mission Control of ASA in Achkaerin.

"Nebulus Control, We are a go." Ronald said one last time before turning off his mic.

"Copy that, Atlas launch is a go. T - 10 seconds." Said the female voice of the the pad leader at the Isen city launch pad. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1... and we have liftoff of the first of many Nebulus Launches. Go Atlas and let's go Alpha 2."

On the screen everything shook as the liquid oxygen ignited the RP-1 kerosene and set the nine engines at the bottom of the launch vehicle alight with flame. Slowly but surely the rocket rose from the platform gradually picking up speed as it rose up into the night.


The rocket rose into the distance arcing westward getting more horizontal as it made it's gravity turn, before suddenly twisting up suddenly with such force that the second stage broke lose of the interstage and fell back from into the first stage from the force, the explosion lighting up the screen a loud back hitting the camera about 20 seconds afterwards.

Ronald look at the screen stunned for a moment, before listening on his headpiece then stepping back to the center of the stage.

"Well these things happen in the space industry, part of me was expecting some sort of failure given it was our first launch. Of course this won't keep us down, keep an eye on Nebulus everybody, we're only getting started. Thank you for your consideration." He stepped away from the stage to answer the judges questions.

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After an hour break the crowd gathered around the same stage as before as the judges walked up onto the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have seen all of the presentations of the show, and have asked all of our questions and taken all of our notes. We will now explain all of the categories that has a qualifying technology in it. Tomorrow starts the general public fair, and at 7 pm is the beginning of the Private Ball held in the Imperial Palace for all foreign dignitaries. At the end of the ball we will officially announce the winners of each category and present the awards." Lance explained before stepping back and allowing Catriona to take his place holding a card in her hand.

"The Categories are as follows: Best in show in which all are qualified and will be the overall winner of the Fair. Most Advanced in which all are qualified and dictates the high level of technology out of everyone here. Most Potential in which all are qualified and dictates which presentation is the most likely to continue on through time, evolving and growing, timeless. High Chance for Peace in which all are qualified and dictates which tech promotes a culture of peace and unity, Space Exploration in which Izhitsa, Daitō, Revana, and Achkaerin are eligible and dictates which presentation has the most potential towards advancing humanity's goals of space exploration." She said before stepping back and Martin stepping up.

"Thank you all for joining us on this amazing showcase of the future, and hope to see all of you continue to advance humanity towards the greatest potential it can achieve." He said and the three judges made their way off the stage, bringing the showcase to an end.

Erica bowed slightly to Umtsrosi with a smile.

"It's an honor to meet you, sir." She said then nodded towards a table. "If you don't mind, I'm going to grab me some food as well. I'm starving."

She smiled again and stepped away from the group towards one of the refreshment tables. As she reached them she pulled out her phone and sent off a text to her boss. Made contact with some important seeming people. Achakerins are here. One seemed a little too interested. Will report later. She grab a small plate of food and a drink and made her way back to her group, taking care to look around for anything untoward.

Erica smiled at Nana and nodded then quickly fell in step with Lasha, staying a step behind her.

"I'm planning on only staying for the event, but if it'll benefit my cause, I will stay for as long as needed." She said, with an air of superiority at the mention of the Enlightenment. "My name is Erica Scidonis by the way, I'm sorry I just realized I hadn't even given my name to you Mrs. Nioradze. And you, Your Sublime Highness, It's very much an honor to meet you."

As they walked and talked, Erica noticed as the Achkaerins arrived. Interesting, looks like the crown stealers have arrived. At last the night may get interesting. She thought to herself, turning back to the ladies next to her, though as she turned she noticed Lassie looking at her, and Erica could've sworn she caught a glare in her eye. Erica gave the girl a smile and nod and turned away.

Erica Scidonis spent the ride up to the venue putting on a thin layer of makeup, finishing by putting on her signature lipstick. She smiled at herself in her pocket mirror then put her makeup kit back in her purse as they pulled up in front of the entrance to the ball. She smiled at her driver, some grunt she had grab from the base when she left in a rush, and handed him some money. She hadn't exactly got an invitation from the start as much as she called around until she found someone in Mktvartvelo who would be willing to get her one. She stepped out of the vehicle as it pulled away and made her way towards the entrance, her long black dress flowing beautifully. She entered the building and began looking for whoever she needed to talk to.

Lance, Catriona, and Martin wrote notes on their tablets throughout the presentation and conversed between each other after it was over. Lance looked up at Sir Maybury and Dr. Hertmann with a smile.

"Gentlemen, I think I speak for all of us when I say that we definitely look forward to the possibilities the Dolk will present to the numerous industries that such an advancement could benefit. The potential increase in travel times alone could have a far greater effect overall than I imagine most people realize. Thank you for such an excellent presentation, and good luck in the competition." Lance beamed, as him and the other judges shook the men's hands.

The three of them moved on through the crowd to the next presentation on the schedule, Izhitsa's Tugdut Rocket.