Dominion A Promise Delivered (TSE Dominion of Huk)

[Darth Ophidia]

With a concord struck with the Kaleesh, it was time the Sith Empire fulfilled their end of the bargain: War.

For in exchange of the servitude of Kalee, the Sith Empire swore to wage war on the Yam’rii of Huk, the ancient enemies of the Kaleesh: A war of vengeance, a war of conquest, and a war to end all wars between those two feuding systems. This was a war easily justified as the Huk have sought to colonise nearby systems and unite their forces under one banner, one Collective, to resist the expansion of the Sith Empire growing ever closer to their borders.

The danger of the Yam’rii swarm would be nipped in the bud.

Unfortunately, Sith-Imperial missives have been intercepted by outside forces and forwarded to the Huk Collective, warning them of the Sith Empire’s attack. We know these shadow forces have funded the Huk, providing them with the resources they need to create new and dangerous weapons for the war.

Their identity must be discovered, and the weapons secured.

While the Armada will meet the Yam’rii in the skies near the north pole, the Legion will seek to land troops on strategic locations across the planet Huk, capture their planetary defences and turn them against the Yam’rii defence forces. Beware, each holdfast is swarming with armed yam'rii and their combat droids.

Meanwhile.

Sith-Imperial Intelligence has caught wind of a meeting between the Yam’rii and one of their shadow supporters during the battle, presumably to update their partner about the state of the assault. The Sith Empire will be sending agents to infiltrate the meeting and uncover the identity of the sponsor.

These agents will be behind enemy lines with little support and a vital task: Survive and report back. Capture if you can, kill if you must.

When the Yam’rii were alerted to our pact with the Kaleesh, they preemptively attacked Sith-Imperial diplomats and trading vessels, and are holding them hostage in one of their fortresses on the threat of death. It is paramount that these assets to the Empire are rescued before they can be traded to other enemy states.

A small contingent of sith and veteran troops are sent to raid and rescue the hostages.

Objectives:

1.1: War in the Skies: Whether by ship-to-ship combat or daring boarding action, fight the Huk Collective’s defence fleet.
OR:
1.2: War of the Land: Capture the Huk Collective’s orbital cannons and defence systems and turn them against the Yam’rii.

2: Uncover the Sponsor: Find out who has been sponsoring the Huk Collective. Capture them if you can, kill them if you must, but make sure you bring something back to prove what you have seen. (If you pursue this and want details, DM me)

3: Rescue Mission: Captured and held hostage, vital individuals await rescue behind enemy lines. Infiltrate, kill all hostiles, and bring the hostages back to a secure location for extraction.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Ingrid L’lerim
The Red Witch; Emperor's right hand; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard​

Objective: Rescue Mission
Location: Surface, Huk
Equipment: Assassin armor with this look | sniper rifle | Black blade lightsaber | Red blade lightsaber shoto | 2x vibroblades | Stealth field generator | X-70B Phantom
Tag: Talohn Atar | Open

She didn’t know who talked with who, but the request(?) or a call reached her. The Sith Empire conducts military and intelligence action on the planet Huk. She was an intelligence expert, so she offered her aid to the allied Empire. Thanks to this she was under way to Huk. While she traveled in hyperspace she read the files. Captured diplomats and trading vessels, Ingrid will join the contingent to rescue them. She chose the assassin armor for this task, which was the best option this time.

She never helped the TSE before, that was the first mission. Actually while she became the Emperor’s hand she never had time for this, until now. Sometimes she helped the AoC, but mostly she handled the affairs of the Eternal Empire and the Secret Police affairs too. But now, finally a field task, since the Bursoll II this is the first time. Ingrid watched the astro computer to find out when she arrived at the rendezvous point. When she was nearby she put on her armor and equipment. After she left the hyperspace she saw the Sith Empire’s army near to the planet. She opened the comm channel and sent a message to the flagship.

”To the Lords and the officers of the Sith Empire, I am Lady Ingrid L’lerim of Vengard, from the Eternal Empire, I’m the Emperor’s hand and Kainan Wolfe apprentice. I came to help free the hostages. Would anyone briefly tell me the current situation and send the coordinates where the enemy is holding the hostages?” she spoke.

She hoped she would receive that coordinates soon to join the team on the surface. While she waited for a response, she also sent her identification codes to verify herself, and she kept her distance from the ships and the enemy’s ships, so that she would not be thought of as an enemy. She will only go closer if she has received permission from someone or landing on the planet. Now she needs to wait for the answer or the permission.

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[Darth Carnifex]

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En Route to Huk

An accord had been made, and now the Empire had to fulfill their end of the bargain.​

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In exchange for the Kaleesh's loyalty and fighting strength, the Sith had to wage war upon their ancient enemy; the Yam'rii.​

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The Yam'rii had not acted hostile towards the Sith, nor had they aided their enemies, but in the end, they would burn to secure the loyalty of the mighty Kaleesh in all wars to come. The Emperor of the Sith stood alongside the Khagan of the Kolkpravis, the Kaleesh's united military force numbering several million strong. Dozens of warships were now traveling through hyperspace, their hulls filled with the Empire's fierce legionnaires and Kaleesh warriors standing shoulder-to-shoulder. This would be where the Kaleesh were shown the power and conviction of the Sith Empire.​

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The Emperor looked to the Khagan, "Now you will see that the Empire honors the pacts it makes, venerable Khagan." The skull-masked warrior merely nodded, looking from the Emperor to the viewport ahead as the lead ship shifted from hyperspace into realspace. The other ships in the fleet materialized alongside it and made their approach to the Yam'rii homeworld.​

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"Let it begin."​

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

Location: Sith-Imperial Intelligence safehouse, Huk
Objective: II - Uncover the Sponsor
Kit: Skystas Rieve iv Tave Daboti Dvasi
Allies: Darth Argentum & TSE - feel free to join
Post: 1

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The Sith-Imperial Intelligence safehouse on Huk was a house in name only. Located deep under the planets war-ravaged surface, the long abandoned tunnels of a failed mining venturer hummed with new life as dozens of intelligence operatives busily worked their holoterminals, gathering and analysing information ahead of the coming invasion. The Yam’rii were well versed in war and well prepared to defend what habitable areas remained on their devastated planet. If the Sith Empire was to capture this planet sucessfully they needed to find their enemy's weaknesses and exploit them.

Aerarii’s long and frequent involved with SI-Intel would come as a surprise to many. The cowardly bureaucrat, who was frequently found cowering in the battlefield and worrying only about escape, was more than comfortable in the relative safety afforded by intelligence safehouses. Financial intelligence - studying the money flows of your enemies to determine their capabilities, movements and plans - was a speciality of the Sith-Imperial Banking Clan, who dedicated thousands of staff to monitoring the accounts and holdings of Sith citizens and enemies alike, and Aerarii had long ago perfected the art of learning about his foe through their banking habits.

In the strictest sense, Tithe did not need to be here. His recent promotion to Moff and appointment as the Governor of Sector Group II meant that he no longer answered the Grand Moff Beltis Kishar, the Grand Treasurer of the SIBC. However, Huk sat right of the border of Aerarii’s Sector Group II, and if brought into the Empire it would strengthen the eastern borders against the threat of the New Imperial Order.

Moff Tithe studied the streams of financial data on the holoterminal before him. Somewhere in this data were clues as to who was the mysterious sponsor who was funding the Yam’rii in their eternal struggle with the Kaleesh, the latest planet to swear fealty to the Emperor. If the identity of the financier would be uncovered they could be targeted by Sith-Imperial Intelligence. Whether that meant their capture or death was irrelevant to Aerarii.

“I can say this - this enigmatic backer certainly does not want to be found,” he said to the analysts nearby. The deep pocketed benefactor had moved their credits through a complex series of shell companies which rivalled any Aerarii himself had set up to protect Sith interests. It was going to take a peerless financial mind to unravel this mess.

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Darth Argentum​

 

[Talohn Atar]

Talohn, being the nosy bastard that he is, has already snuck onto the planet. The bugs were getting squashed, and he wasn't going to miss a chance of crushing some of those disgusting bugs himself. They'd managed to find a place to land without being spotted so they could get closer to the enemy foothold. From that point, he set his droid madlad to the task of scouting while he set up a breaching plan. Since, as far as he knew, it was just he and Madlad, they would have to cause mass confusion to get anything done.

Of course, Talohn soon found any plan he was about to make instantly put into the stopper. Madlad emerged from the jungle, a temporary green paint job covering it's body so it could blend in with the trees. "I've got an update. An annoying one." Talohn peered back at the droid, a brow raised. "And what's that?" Madlad crossed his arms, it's tone obviously irritated. "The discount geonosians have hostages. Caught sight of them with my thermals...."

The Cathar let out an annoyed hiss. "Of course, of course. Imperials, right? You catch any possible entry points by stealth? The hostages will die if we try to blow our way in..." The droid chuckled darkly. "Remember the time we fooled the jawas on Raxus Prime?" Talohn paused to think for a moment before his fangs turned into a toothy maniacal grin. "That's not a bad idea, I'll find a way in after you. Message me after you've got the hostages in a favorable situation. If you can't do that, use your scanners to get a layout of the area and then send it to me. Then we'll start operation mass confusion. Oh yea, take this with you." Talohn tosses the droid a stealth field generator. They both begin cackling for a few moments, enjoying the idea of this plan. After they both have their laugh, the droid turns about to head off, disappearing into the darkness of the surrounding jungle.

Ingrid L'lerim

 

[Mazrim Caide/Taim]

Legionnaire Caide walked through the intelligence hub on Huk wondering why he’d been pulled from duty to report here. It made no sense. There was no way they knew what he was up to in his free time, or they would have just had him gunned down the second he reached the line, not to mention no one even had a reason to suspect anything in the first place. Telis had likely received nothing but more reports of his excellent service, and that inquisitor had only ever met him once, plus she didn’t seem the type to even remember some lowly legionnaire. He checks his weapons, the only outward sign of anxiety as he strolls into the room he had been instructed to wait in. Sitting there was a sith pureblood. And Caide thought he would have trouble blending in, the man in front of him practically screamed death with his very presence. Watching the man with a wary eye, he takes a position on the opposite wall as he awaits instruction from...someone.

Tags: Marrow Aerarii Tithe and anyone else who would like to hop on.

 

[Marrow]

Location: Cowardly little "safehouse", Huk
Objective II: Find a throat. Slit it. Relish in the bloodshed.
Writing With: Mazrim Caide/Taim | Aerarii Tithe | Darth Argentum
Post Number I
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Once more, the overeager young Pureblood had volunteered for a mission immediately after hearing that it was dangerous, interrupting the sneaky bugger who had been describing the mission. He had assumed danger meant lots of throats to slit, maybe someone in need of interrogation...

... he'd even brought his favourite knife, in case he'd get to skin someone alive.

Alas.

Gritting his teeth, he was managing to keep his feet in check, if only barely. Stay calm. Focus. Breath. It was boring, but he could handle boring. He could do this. It wouldn't do to have people think him entirely insane. He could kill someone later. Yes, later. Something would go wrong, he hoped.

... and them some Legionnaire had the audacity to just lean against the wall like that and he snapped. "Damn it, I was promised throats to slit!"

 

[Hont Atellies]

A Promise Delivered...
Primary Objective: Capture the Civilian Centre of the Huk.
Secondary Objective: Destroy the primary Huk Garrison.

radio static
“This is Hont Atellies, Sentinel asking for reinforcements. Huk anti-air weaponry has forced me into command of a bunch of legionnaires. We are surrounded on all sides by Huk forces, we request immediate reinforcements at our loca-“

“BOOM!”
radio static

The first platoon would be the last platoon to land in the civilian sector. Firstly the legionnaires would be deployed, and because Hont hadn’t assembled a Triad he was in command of the Legionnaires. Then when the Decurions and Centurions were supposed to launch but Huk fire had destroyed the transports. Command had told them until they defeat the garrison of the civilian sector they couldn’t land reinforcements down.

They were woefully outnumbered.

Before the Huk could react Hont had rallied the troops under his command into producing attack fortifications from there supplies. The Huk scrabbled there forces to attack the position but because of the fortifications the Legionnaires could hold for a very long time. There objective would have to be to eliminate the garrison, and that meant cutting off the Huk in the sector from there allies.

“Sentinel, there pulling there forces to attack on the right, we’re going to need to pull more men over!”

“There breaking through, HOLD THE LINE DAMMIT!”

“THERE EVERYWHERE!”

Hont was fighting on the front with his men. The line was starting to collapse. They would be completely killed in a matter of minutes.

“Sentinel, I have an idea.” A legionnaire shouted from behind him. Hont quickly finished one of the Huk off and proceeded to quickly move to the legionnaire. The legionnaire talked without any emotion to speak of.

“What is it?”

“What if we found a way to hack to scramble the nearby droids targeting systems?”

“Well what do you know, droids are my expertise.”

“Well we need to move over to a nearby building, a Huk general is commanding the sector there.”

“I know that, but why there?”

“We found that he is commanding the droids directly, one of the Huk has a communicator on them of some kind, which transmitted commands over to there for the general to process into the droids.”

“Will it let us control the droids ourselves?”

“Only the ones in this sector, but this could be a massive breakthrough.”

“How do you know so much about this?”

“My name is Agrippina Flavius, I did my own recon.”

“Good, your self-sufficient, smart and really, really cold.”

“Let’s move it already!”

Hont readied the troops. It was an all or nothing move, one wrong step and they would be forgotten.

 

[Lark]

Objective Two: Uncover the Sponsor
Nearby: Aerarii Tithe Mazrim Caide/Taim Marrow Darth Argentum

It seems as though I'm unable to escape the role of pursuer, as of late. Day after day, week after week, some new target was placed within Lark's infernal sights. Some more personal than others, but the motions had grown familiar. The identity of this new quarry was unknown, at least for the moment. If the Sith had their way, that veil of security would not hold for much longer.

With a light step and an attentive gaze, Lark joined the others gathered around the display of data detailing financial movements, complex hints that could lead to the unmasking of the sponsor aiding the Huk Collective. Lark was capable of following some of the patterns and threads of movement, but such an intertwined amalgam of transactions was well beyond what he was used to solving. It was frustrating, but it motivated him. Once the pieces all fell into place, it would only make success so much sweeter.

Besides, there were always work arounds.

"We know the meeting will be taking place, and soon. Perhaps ascertaining the identity of the sponsor must wait until then. We haven't the time to wait for a slip up on their part." Lark reached into his pocket, and took out a small cherry, feeding it the the corvian Sithspawn perched on his shoulder. The poor beast grew anxious in the tunnels, but soon it would spread its wings once more and assist the Sith in discerning exactly where this meeting might be taking place.

Tensions grew as Sarrius snapped, but Lark remained unfazed by the outburst. Their brief team-up on Concordia shed some light on the Pureblood's motivations. "It stands to reason their assembly will occur far from the battlefield, somewhere of relative security. If the 'who' remains elusive, the 'where' should suffice for now. Is this within possibility?" he asked the Moff.

Lark studied the display once more with a curious expression, he'd like to learn more about this. If Lark were to become a true weapon of the dark, he'd need to learn to strike from all angles. And sometimes the most dangerous place for a knife to be wasn't in the heart.

 

[Darth Argentum]

Objective Two, Planetside: Aerarii Tithe Lark Marrow Mazrim Caide/Taim

The Muun observed his companions with distaste. A Sith Pureblood who understood not the meaning of patience. One human who didn't understand the meaning of subtlety. The next who seemed lost. The last a human who looked more as if he belonged in a boardroom.

"Our...eagerness notwithstanding," said the Muun as he eyed the Pureblood askance "We should make every attempt to capture their leadership alive."

His eyes fixed on the red-haired human next.

"While there will likely be no time to interrogate planetside, we'll have all the time in the world after we take them. The point is to do it."

He took in his two other comrades finally.

"Gentleman, do you have anything to add?"

Maro had thought about sending the Legion in first. But the Pureblood seemed very eager indeed. Perhaps he'd even be gunned down by the enemy in his haste. How very unfortunate that would be...for him.

 

[Mazrim Caide/Taim]

Caide observes the members of his squad with trepidation and fixes his one eyed gaze on the Muun.

"This operation is covert correct? I'm a soldier, not a spy. I suggest you put me, and probably him," he gestures to the stab happy Marrow ."On watch somewhere in reserve, we'll come in and extract the target and the other operatives by force if and when things get dicey."

Caide didn't like this. It stunk of heavy oversight and prestige, the exact things he tried to avoid. But if he was stuck here, he might as well make sure the operation didn't get everyone killed.

Tags: Marrow Lark Aerarii Tithe Darth Argentum

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

Location: Sith-Imperial Intelligence safe house, Huk
Objective: II - Uncover the Sponsor
Kit: Skystas Rieve iv Tave Daboti Dvasi
Allies: Darth Argentum , Mazrim Caide/Taim , Marrow & Lark
Post: 2

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“Yes yes, very true,” Aerarii commented to Lark, who was also sifting through the financial data they had gathered on the Yam’rii’s mysterious financier. “I’ll see what manner of geodata we can extract from the records.”

The Moff amended his search parameters to focus on any data related to a physical space on Huk. While the bulk of the intelligence they were analysing was credit transfers between shell companies, there was also a number of transactions between legitimate entities. Withdrawals and deposit records carried with them the address of the banking terminal they were actioned at, purchase orders and receipts gave the addresses of both the buyer and seller, and corporate reports listed where companies were physically registered and headquarters, as well as where key staff lived.

“Now, let’s remove any areas that the Legion are about to render inhospitable.” Tithe deleted any datapoint located near major settlements and key strategic sites that the landing Sith-Imperial forces were targeting, humming

“Well now, will you look at that.” The holodisplay highlighted a single position just over an hour flight away, deep in a dense forest surrounded by jagged mountain peaks. “It seems this phantom benefactor has a penchant for receiving small shipments of vocoder parts to this most unusual of locations.”

With their first lead in hand, it was now time for the eclectic team to formulate a plan. “Much like Legionnaire Caide, I fear I too am ill-suited for covert work,” the governor explained, a hand of his heart as he feigned regret. Tithe looked to the three Sith apprentices present. “This does strike me as something that might be more the forte of you three gentlemen?” Aerarii would be more than happy to remain in the safety of the safehouse, but had a sneaking suspicion that his involvement in the raid would be expected.

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Darth Argentum | Mazrim Caide/Taim | Marrow | Lark​

 

[Marrow]

Location: Cowardly little "safehouse", Huk
Objective II: Find a throat. Slit it. Relish in the bloodshed.
Writing With: Mazrim Caide/Taim | Aerarii Tithe | Darth Argentum | Lark
Post Number II
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Seeing his outburst ignored, the Pureblood felt a twinge of annoyance - at himself. A lesser man might have been concerned with the petty taboos of society, but he did not need people to like him - he did need people to respect him, and that had made him look weak, of mind if not of body.

Though he felt a twinge of sadness when the Muun said there would likely be no time to interrogate whoever they captured planetside - he had always enjoyed a good interrogation - it was quickly swept aside the moment they finally found a clue. Force, it felt like he'd been waiting for days.

"I will have you know I am an expert of the silent hunt, soldier, it is this standing about like a grazing beast I detest."

Smiling as only a predator could, his hand instinctively fell to his hip, where various instruments of death and mutilation waited. "You want alive? I can do alive... is whoever is responsible needed in one piece?"

There were oh so many delicious flavours of "alive" out there, after all.

 

[Ladybug]

Objective 3: Rescue Mission
Post: 1


Emerging from the bacta tank, where she spent that past ten hours healing from wounds afflicted from her fights with Kaleesh warriors, she took the proffered clean set of clothes and robe from the medical droid; dressing quickly, clipping the two hilts to her waist belt. A new objective had been sent to her, to assist in the rescue of vital personnel. The objective had come down through the branch of the Saaraishash, where she was now studying to be an Inquisitor. The success on Kaleesh afforded her the opportunity to gain admittance into their ranks, and now it was time to prove her worth.

Acquisitioning a small shuttle to take her down to Huk, she made all the final preparations before departing. The mission would take her deep behind enemy lines, armed with her twin blades and the Force. This was to be a secret outing, so there would be no small detachment to accompany her; though she favored this, suspecting they would only slow her down. Coordinates programed into the shuttle's navigational computers, and the ship's autopilot engaged; she sat back waiting to be delivered to Huk's surface.

Emerging from the shuttle, taking her first steps on the insectoid's homeworld, there was several miles between her and the compound the hostages where being held. Several miles of enemy territory. The Yam'riis main focus would be on the arrival of the Sith Empire's full military might, a war they could not win. With most of their resources diverted to the defense of the planet, on and off world, there would be little opposition along the way. Moving quickly, consciously aware of the surrounding area, and with her senses elevated for the enemy; the distance between herself and the compound was dwindling.

Skidding abruptly to a halt, the Force alerted her to a group of Huk's warriors over the ridge; unaware of her presence. Her Sense in the Force was not yet perfected, so she could feel them, but not determine exact numbers. Crouching up the hillside, reaching the cusp of it, she now had a view more appealing to her. Three Yam'rii sat huddled around a meal of eggs and meat. Silently, she removed both her hilts holding them in her reverse-grip style. Standing up whilst calculating in her head how she meant to deal with them, she ignited both blades and lept down from above setting her plan in motion.

 

[Darth Argentum]

Objective Two: Aerarii Tithe Mazrim Caide/Taim Lark Marrow

The Muun had folded his arms across his narrow chest. He'd expected more jockeying for positions of glory. But then again, most of the apprentices he'd met were also young and overeager. Instead he found himself in agreement.

Then the Pureblood spoke and he had to refrain from sighing. Sadists were distasteful to him. If you killed someone, you did it quickly. Not out of compassion so much as simply getting the job done.

"We make sure that piece is one which will allow them to talk."

He eyed the Moff with newfound respect after his pronouncement. Perhaps this human was worthy of some measure of respect. Perhaps.

"So, perhaps you, Daruna can accompany Legionnaire Caide and his comrades in first."

He looked to the Moff next. Tithe was too useful to be left behind. His planning abilities had already been on display. Someone to coordinate the situation would be quite helpful.

"I'm afraid you'll be needed below," he said sensing the man's desire to remain behind 'But don't worry. I'll accompany you myself."

He smiled thinly at the Moff before looking towards Lark.

"And what of you? What would you wish to do. Our fellow apprentice is correct. Standing here like so many nerfs accomplishes nothing."

 

[Lark]

Objective Two: Discover the Sponsor
Nearby: Aerarii Tithe Marrow Darth Argentum Mazrim Caide/Taim

Lark watched the display with a mitigated curiosity, following the trends and tracking movements the simulation made. He understood parts of it, payments made in one area, bribes in another, more secretive location. It was a fun little puzzle to solve. But of course, the Sith couldn't spare the time for Lark to have his fun. So he relegated himself to the role of observer, fading into the blur of people attempting to discern where this sponsor intended on making their move. But he saw everything. He didn't understand it all, not yet.

But he'd learn.

Alas, the tensions didn't cease. They never did, wherever the Sith were concerned. Lark wouldn't have it any other way. "Of course, I plan on joining the hunt," Lark said softly, in response to Maro's inquiry. Only those with the most trained of eyes would notice the ever so slight shift in his personality. And even then, no one fully understood what was happening within him. He then gazed towards the Moff, the subtle hint of hesitance evident when in the face of a trained actor. "I must agree with Dansk, your presence is necessary. I'm curious whether or not your prowess for organizing subterfuge matches your financial capabilities."

The Svariff on his shoulder chirped in agreement, and Lark smiled sweetly. He boarded the stealth vessel that would transport whoever decided to join the mission, and together they made their way to the treacherous terrain where the assembly would take place, at least according to the Moff's predictions. Lark remained relatively silent on the way there, although he did give a nod to the lone mercenary in the group. Lark sensed doubt from the man, and sought to alleviate that ailment. He hoped at least, that the man trusted that he could rely on at least one person during the mission.

When the shuttle landed, Lark went to work. This was as close as they could get by foot, some legwork was needed. His Svariff immediately took to the skies, a dark shadow amongst the rugged terrain and shadowed gorges. The corvian Sithspawn was a perfect scout, one that easily blended into the skies. It saw everything they needed to see.

Above ground, that was.

"I see four structures," Lark muttered to those around him. Everything his Sithspawn saw was sent back to him. "Three stand tall; pyramid-like structures within the dense woods and rugged mountains. The fourth is but a pile of rubble, but perhaps worth examination nonetheless. But I cannot see what awaits us within, or if all of these structures lead to the same destination."

"Perhaps they all lead to the same place, or maybe only one holds the sponsor within. But we should be wary, regardless."

 

[Kascalion Giedfield]

Objective: War of the Land
Location: Orbit of Huk | Obsidian Quake
Allies: TSE | Open
Enemies: Huk | Open
Equipment: Armor of Lion's Fire | The Twilight Sun
Post: 1

Huk and the Yam'rii. The mortal enemy of Kalee and the Kaleesh. Legends have been forged of the endless war between these cultures, perhaps none more tragic and vital to understanding their positions than the history of Qymaen jai Sheelal, or more popularly known as General Grievous, and his unleashed wrath upon the vile insectoids. The memory was still fresh in his mind as if he had been there, as if he had seen it first hand, which he had most certainly not. Regardless, this memory of tragedy is what spurred him on to aid the Kaleesh in their war and finally end it once and for all.

Standing at the helm of his recently unveiled Obsidian Quake which had just departed hyperspace into the middle of the space battle, Abaddon watched as the ships in the void engaged in a violent dance of blasters and missiles. The Devil Lion only exhaled softly as the relic vessel twirled through the hellfire of battle, its pilot expertly avoiding any and all possible damage from the Yam'rii defensive fleet. This proved to be an incredibly difficult feat, even for the pilot who many on the ship regarded as one of the best in the Galaxy, if for nothing else than his apparent divine luck at avoiding death. Quad-turbolasers, proton torpedoes, concussive missiles, strike craft, and a myriad of bombers all gave their attempts to gun down the speeding vessel barreling towards Hul.

"Snotty buggers packing some more firepower than expected, eh?" the pilot, Reva Nihilus, giddily asked his co-pilot as a proton torpedo burst just feet behind the ship, rocking its inhabitants. "No wonder the Kaleesh are having trouble with them."

The co-pilot grunted and flipped on several settings that Abaddon could not even begin to guess the purpose of, "It's fine, Reva. Just keep us alive and get us on the ground and then talk your druk."

"Please, woman, my druk is all that keeps this ship flying," he retorted as the ship finally cleared the defensive fleet. "We've breached the wall, but those orbital cannons are gonna be a huge problem for the rest of the fleet."

Abaddon snorted, a rare sound, and placed a cold armored hand on the shoulder of the pilot, as if to comfort him, "Hence why we're destroying them, my son. Bring us close to the emplacements and alert the crew. I want all-hands ready for deployment."

 

[Mazrim Caide/Taim]

Caide sits silently on the drop ship the entire ride to their location if not disturbed, his eye closed as a thousand possible scenarios play through his mind, acompanied by memories of past campaigns. Dead men piled like mountains, jedi cutting through his men like paper, violently beating enemy soldiers to death when his weapon is knocked away. Over and over they play behind his closed eyelid like a movie. They don't make him shake anymore, don't make him sweat. He just rolls his shoulders and forces them back to the dark little corner of his mind he keeps what is left of his conscience, numb. He needs to focus.

Lark Aerarii Tithe Marrow Darth Argentum

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Ingrid L’lerim
The Red Witch; Emperor's right hand; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard​

Objective: Rescue Mission
Location: Surface, Huk
Equipment: Assassin armor with this look | sniper rifle | Black blade lightsaber | Red blade lightsaber shoto | 2x vibroblades | Stealth field generator | X-70B Phantom
Tag: Talohn Atar | Open

They soon replied to the woman, sent the coordinates and the briefing. And she received a question from the other ship. Well, the question was reasonable, and shed light on what she had long wanted. Because on Ingrid’s ship had no stealth system, or camouflage, the TSE’s ship offers her a shuttle, which takes her down to the planet. Ingrid accepted this, because she didn’t want to sabotage the rescue mission by spotting her ship. It was long ago, when she needed to use her ship, she always traveled with her Emperor on the Eternal Empire’s flagship, but not this time.

Thanks to this she landed on one of the TSE’s ship, and boarded a shuttle. Eventually this ship took her down to the planet. Until she and maybe others travelled Ingrid checked her equipment one more time. She wants to prepare for everything, so already on board the shuttle, she reached out to the Force and hid herself in the Force. She didn’t know the hukkians are Force users, or Force sensitive or not, but she didn’t want to make things difficult for those with her, so she didn’t use the Force camouflage yet, just the Force stealth. When she needs to go alone somewhere she will use it together with the stealth field generator. She will be silent and deadly.

After the landing she looked through those who were here including Ladybug too. She checked the coordinates again, now she knows where she is already and where the hostages are. Just need to have to get there. Ingrid didn’t know she will go there alone, or someone would join her. In fact, neither had a problem to her, if the other was trained and came with her, or she needed to go alone. She waits maybe one minute for someone to join her if she/he wants to do this, but when the time is up, she goes in the direction of the coordinates.

When she left the landing zone she activated her stealth field generator. She knew she had to hurry, because time is of the essence…

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[Sabella De Vrais]

A Promise Delivered
Sabella De Vrais

• Huk

Wild Space | On the Battlefield
Post: 1 | Objective: 1.2 ~ War on Land
Hont Atellies | Anyone else who wants in

An officer of the Imperial Legion approached Sabella as she returned to the field headquarters after overseeing an assault in one of the sectors, "My lord, we have an attack force attempting to take the garrison in the Civilian Sector, they are greatly outnumbered by these filthy creatures. Their objective is crucial to our ability to land more troops on the ground. Their command structure has gone down and they must ho-" Sabella cut him off, "Are there no others?" "W-well yes my lord we have some troops are en route already but your assistance would greatly improve our chances of securing the sector.." a sigh came from the Sith, "So be it, prepare my transport." she said, seemingly frustrated at the officer as she prepared to move to the sector with reinforcements, recognising the importance of taking the garrison.

After some tense minutes of moving through the city to the Civilian Sector, Sabella and a small contingent of reinforcements had arrived on scene. It was a mess and there were too many of those disgusting bugs in sight. Turning to the Decurions as they stood just around the corridor of fire, "Move in, I'll draw their fire" igniting her lightsaber as she walked around the corner, seemingly being rather effective at drawing fire as she started deflecting blaster bolts back at them, she could almost smell their fear.

Once the reinforcements were in position she turned to the Sentinel who looked as if he was in-charge as she took some form of cover to talk, "Sentinel, do you have a plan already?"