Faction A Quiet Front || CIS

[Confederate Tactician]

A STRATEGIC DIRECTIVE

The Galaxy is still reeling from the celestial chaos of the Sundering Dawn and the annihilation of the Alpha Starweird, whose brief but catastrophic presence fractured sectors, crippled infrastructure, and displaced entire populations. While that threat has been dealt with, the cost has been high.

Worlds along the Southern Rim and Mid-Rim trade belts are in various states of disruption. Refugee camps swell on the edges of order. Trade convoys crawl through unstable hyperlanes. To complicate matters further, the Royal Naboo Republic's Compact with the Sith Order has cast doubt over the Southern Systems Alliance's internal trust. Though the Confederacy cannot afford to sever ties with the Republic during such a critical period, the leadership can no longer take them at face value.

In this fragile moment, the Confederacy pivots from pure survival to strategic recovery and quiet recalibration. Parliament will attempt to stabilize internal systems and address mounting refugee pressures, while military and intelligence divisions quietly extend the Confederacy's reach where diplomacy cannot tread.​

With commerce strained and essential infrastructure still rebuilding, the Confederate Parliament has been called into session to coordinate an economic recovery package across critical member worlds. Attention is focused on restoring and protecting the Abrion Sector, a vital area for Confederate logistics and industrial growth.

Simultaneously, the Confederacy must address the growing burden of refugee absorption, with increasing concerns from planetary governments over unsustainable intake rates, cultural disruption, and resource shortages. Policy proposals ranging from regional processing centers to new labor incentives and relocation subsidies are expected to dominate debate.

Parliament's success in managing these dual crises will determine the Confederacy's ability to remain stable, compassionate, and unified amidst rising galactic fragmentation.​

To quietly monitor potential threats from the Naboo Republic and their Sith-aligned activity, Confederate High Command has launched Operation Ashglass - a classified deployment to establish a covert listening post on Mon Gazza.

Utilizing corporate cover provided by Hex Incorporated and supported by Hellion Paramilitary units, Confederate operatives are smuggled into Mon Gazza's underbelly aboard Hex cargo freighters, posing as maintenance crews. Their mission: to secure an abandoned spice corridor and install passive surveillance infrastructure capable of intercepting Republic communications.

The operation is complicated by territorial enforcement from the Spice Mining Guild, whose tolerance for unmarked interlopers, even those with indirect ties via the Black Sun Syndicate, is razor-thin. More critically, intelligence has flagged potential Republic agents already operating on-world.

Confederate military operatives, engineers and intelligence personnel must secure the site, complete construction, and remain fully undetected. Any exposure risks compromising diplomatic relations, drawing Guild retaliation and triggering wider political consequences.

This effort is essential for restoring strategic foresight in a Galaxy where alliances have grown too quiet, and threats too familiar.​

 

[Tamna Korvan]

F O X
ABANDONED SPICE CORRIDOR | MON GAZZA
TAG: Nihil | Open

APOCALYPSE​

"It's about time we get a proper mission again."

Shaddix was sitting across from Tamna in the freighter hiding the company of Confederate soldiers as well as the spooks and builders.

"Good thing there's always AgriCorp freighters coming in. Organic material is nothing new on these kind of ships." piped Weller from next to Tamna.
"You know that's not fool proof, right? We just need to hope they don't look deeper than a few birds and compost." she answered him, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Tam, can you ever not rain on my parade?" Weller wailed.
"Oh sweets, you know the answer to that by now." Lyra, their Devaronian demolition expert, gave a sinister, sharp-toothed smile as she spoke in her sweetest accent.
"Oh Haran. This freighter is starting to feel too small when you smile like that, Lyra. Gimme those explosives, now." said Shaddix, trying his best not to disappear into the crate behind him while holding out his hand toward Lyra.
"Don't you dare touch my babies, Shads." she said, recoiling.
Shaddix pulled a face at her.
"Shut it! You two make my head hurt." hissed Tamna.

Just then, the holo between everyone flickered to life, revealing the Director of the CSS, Nihil . Everyone in the freighter's attention snapped toward his blue figure. Of course this was no ordinary mission they were being sent on - not when the spooks were involved.
"Should have known it was too good to be true when Jas Katis sent us on this." whispered Shaddix under his breath, earning him a kick from Tamna. It always got complicated when spooks and Special Forces were sent on the same mission, however, so he wasn't wrong. Like, who did you listen to in this situation? The spook or your CO? Especially when things go south on an engagement.

So now everyone waited with baited breath as to what the Director had to say about the mission they were deployed on.

 

[Nyx N1X3]

OBJECTIVE II
Shroud/Holonet Guise​

Nyx casually strolled through Mon Gazza wearing the appearance of a young Chiss woman. The glowing red eyes and cold shoulder suited the assassin droid. This planet was familiar territory. With the Black Sun's recent resurgence, and the new Confederacy moving in the region, Revelation had found solid work of late. Not that their customers were aware of their involvement. Far as anyone knew, their agents were random mercenaries adept at their jobs. They'd practiced at this since long before the end of the Confederacy of Independent Systems that's ruled over the Southern Systems -- back when their Ministry of Secrets fell to corruption and Ghost Protocol had been initiated.

Unusual movements on Mon Gazza had drawn Nyx's attention. She moved among the aliens in search of signs of those tied to those subtle, disconnected acts. Whatever they hoped to accomplish, her purpose was to ensure it had nothing to do with Revelation and would not expose them directly or indirectly. It would have been better if she could have found a sniper's nest, but without solid information on their objectives it was necessary to be on the ground.

OPEN​

 

[Nihil]

A QUIET FRONT
Misty - Chapter 1
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TAG: Ashtara Krenn | Tamna Korvan | Victra Rinnel | CIS Special Forces & State Security

LOVE & HATE​

???

Behind every fragile alliances are watchful eyes, prying ears, and sheathed dagger. Beyond every action is a decade long concoction of plans that would destabilise galactic peace in more way than one could possibly imagine if it ever came into the light. People are naturally inclined to control, and every aspect beyond it is sated with paranoia-induced reactions and Nihil is no different from the rest.

The technology of the holo communication device allows him to disguise the eternal thunderous rain and obscure wherever he is, up until the smallest of clue. His red eyes shined amongst the blue of his skin and the holo projection, piercing dagger to whomever dare to stare him right in the eyes. Nihil hide much of information about him, but never his species. He is a Chiss, proud as he is a Confederacy hero.

He speak slowly and softly, betraying the sharp features of his concealed face, addressing the smuggled containers of Special Operatives and Intelligence Operatives who will act as the tip of the spear of his next chess move in the grand game of intrigue.

<If you are here you are amongst the chosen to even be aware of the operation. The mission is simple; secure the abandoned spice corridors, set up the listening post. This is a joint operation, each of you has been picked for your specific expertise, to keep this operation airtight and smooth. The Spice Mining League and Republic Agents may cause nuisance, please proceed with caution. The less body dropped, the better.>

Nihil stopped, letting the silent murmurs hang in the air. He has conveyed everything they need to know, except of one more thing for his Intelligence operatives. The world’s proximity to the Republic, to the new Hyperlane being developed, and to the Mara Corridor has attracted more unwanted attention from multitude of factions within the galaxy. Out of all of them, one, hiding behind an impenetrable storm, worries him the most.

<One more thing. The Guild and the Republic are not the only one prying. Beware of The Watchers behind The Starbird.> he added, in codes only his Intelligence operatives are familiar with.

And with that the holo faded into black, sending the cramped container once again into a state of silent murmurs.​

 

[Evy’armi’naken]

Tags: Tamna Korvan | Nyx N1X3 | Nihil
Location: Mon Gazza

Spoiler: “Equipment”

• Type 68 Personal Protection Kit​
• Type 73 Compact Pistol​
• Type 77 Shatter Rifle​

Spoiler: Droid Squad

• EBX-5 - Sniper
• EBX-7 - CQC
• EBX-9 - Assault
• EBX-12 - Recon

Lieutenant Evy'armi'naken was already in the field, miles above the spice mine, when the soft bleep of a holo ping sounded in the Chiss commando's helmet. He accepted it immediately, knowing there could only be one voice on the line: Director Nihil of the CIS' intelligence division. Yarmin withdrew a small puck and held it in his palm, watching through his visor as a projection of the shadowy figure appeared and gave orders. He'd read the mission docket when he was selected for this operation, naturally, but it was always nice to confirm mission constraints before proceeding.

Particularly, the part about minimizing how many bodies were dropped. Yarmin took special note of the fact that Director Nihil did not instruct them to keep it clean. He stuffed the holoprojector into his kit and gave his rifle a quick check while he passed orders to his team, a squad of elite Super Commando Droids.

"EBX-7 and -5, cover our flank," he instructed. His orders were met with a deep, synthetic "Roger, roger." He turned to the other two who were waiting in complete silence and stillness for their directive. "Follow me," Yarmin said, stepping past them and moving slowly to the cliff's edge. They'd been tactically inserted via drop pod to this mountain range to provide over watch in the event the spicers put up a fight - or worse, Republic or Starbird operatives were in the area. Yarmin led his team to a cave on the cliffside where he and his droids awaited further commands.

Now that they were officially briefed, it was time to move.

Yarmin eased into a prone position and crawled to the edge, accompanied on both sides by EBX-9 and -12. The latter droid provided tactical readouts. "Two armed guards, 330°, second story," it informed.

"Got it. I'll take the one on the left. On my mark..."

"Roger, roger."

Yarmen placed the crosshairs a notch above the spicer's head and shifted to the left to accommodate for windspeed. When he pulled the trigger, his shatter rifle kicked back against his shoulder but made very little sound. With near perfection, EBX-12 fired in tandem. Through the scope, a pair of bright rest mist clouds confirmed their kills. Both spicers dropped limp, crumpled like old laundry on the spot.

"Targets eliminated," the droid said grimly.

"Good work," Yarmin returned. He patched into the private comms network used by the rest of the organic mission teams to report their progress. "Exterior guard post is clear, moving westbound along the ridge. Paint us targets, we'll nail 'em when we see 'em."

 

[Victra Rinnel]

CIB Operative Victra Rinnel
Cargo Freigher | Mon Gazza
TAG: Nihil
GEAR: X | X

The frieghter was colder than it should've been. Victra didn't shiver, though. Shivering was for people who still believed warmth was something you could keep.

She sat cross-legged in the dark, light from the holo-stub flickering against the curved wall of the crate, casting jagged shadows across her face. The image of the Director forming through the distortion like something dredged from a storm, voice slow, eyes red, words chosen like knives.

She didn't blink.

Secure the corridor. Install the taps. Stay invisible. His words were simple. That was the trick. Simple things get buried deep, and then people forget how sharp they are.

Victra wasn't one of those people.

The message ended, and the light vanished with a quiet pop, like a match snuffed out. For a moment, the silence was louder than the engine hum. Then the metal lurched, the freighter decoupling, atmospheric entry nearing. Mon Gazza's thick air waited beyond, choked with spice dust and secrets no one was supposed to know.

She uncurled like a blade, sliding out of the cramped space, uniform crisp, Hex maintenance tags perfectly forged and burned into the corner of her coveralls. Her tools weren't tools, they were eyes, ears, silent mouths that would whisper everything they heard back home to Confederacy high command. Victra adjusted her visor and tapped her data bracer. Scrambled frequencies began to spool up, passive protocols activating like sleeping dogs stirred from slumber. Surveillance ghosts waiting for a home.

No one would see her. That was the point.
​

 

[D-M0N]

MON GAZZA
GEAR

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What appeared to be an old Kaleesh shambled along, cloaked rags pulled around him to help warm his old bones, yet still shivering as only the elderly would. He gave the occasional cough, and his bones would snap and pop with age as he walked. To anyone who saw him, he was just another old wretch living his last days in poverty, likely swindled up by spice.

Nobody would expect that it was actually a droid in perfect disguise. D-M0N crept along, perfectly mimicking the sounds of a ragged, old Kaleesh man. Even his main optical sensors -- his "eyes" -- had been disguised as actual Kaleesh eyes peaking from behind an old Kaleesh war mask. He made his way to near the mines and huddled, waiting. He was just another lost beggar, an old veteran waiting to die, that nobody would notice.

It was not long before he registered the gunshots, sounds almost nobody would hear. The guards outside the mines dropped. There was nobody else here, but to keep up pretenses, D-M0N pretended to be startled, falling over, though making sure to not expose any droid parts from beneath the clothing. His scans had not picked up any nearby recording devices, but one could never be too careful.

Getting up and dusting himself off, he made his way over to the bodies, looking around to see if anyone was nearby, as an old man of questionable morals might do. He pretended to quickly check the pockets of the dropped guards, as if looting them, then slowly and quietly dragged them away, acting as if he were struggling with the weight, though he could have easily lifted both corpses in one arm.

He moved the bodies and hid them where they would not be noticed for some time and stripped them of any valuables, hiding them in his pockets. It was what the character he was playing would do. He returned to the scene and quickly turned over any earth where blood had splattered, cleaning things up until it looked like nobody had ever been killed there. The guards had simply wandered off somewhere, likely to get high on some spice.

Having finished, the disguised droid once again huddled himself out of sight. He sent a silent notification to one of the other EBX droids, who would relay the message to the LT; the cleanup job was complete.
​

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TAGS: OPEN
Tamna Korvan Nyx N1X3 Nihil Evy’armi’naken Victra Rinnel​

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

"...the Royal Naboo Republic's Repatriation and Naturalization Act is three decades behind the times. Members of their own Senate recognize that it falls far short of its purported objective! Their Bill 4827-R fails to address the refugees cast out into the galaxy -- into our homes -- by the recent Planeshift. Hyperlanes are disrupted or destroyed. Entire solar systems are misplaced, and new worlds never before seen appear. And they propose existing systems will be sufficient to handle this influx! Systems people have complained are too slow to have handled the flow of persons during peacetime, let alone in the wake of a galactic event."

Xazzex planted her hand atop the podium as her golden eyes swept over the assembled. "Members of Parliament, I put to you that we must take action. We must address the growing burden on our systems with the free-flow of entities into our space to ensure our economic stability and quality of life. It is on you that the people of our worlds depend to take this action."

From there debates would rise as people stepped forward to have their thoughts and proposals heard. Would any garner the support necessary for a vote? Would they at least amass ideas to be quickly investigated? Or would the Confederacy be forced to executive action to handle this growing tide of bodies?

OPEN​

 

[Eight]

A QUIET FRONT
Blizzard - Chapter 1
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TAG: D-M0N | Evy’armi’naken | Nyx N1X3 | Tamna Korvan | Victra Rinnel

LITTLE DARK AGE​

MON GAZZA

The Guild, the Republic, and the Watchers. It was a tale as told as the galaxy. The core has become complacent, their elites feasting in their ivory tower while the lower levels scrap for foods and the border systems are strangled by the ever expanding Blackwall. The Republic, showcasing themselves as an alternative, their Jedi rejects their obsequious counterparts, yet still chained by the morality of the code, with no substantial effort to take the highest authority for themselves.

Eight was locked in between the silent murmurs. He understood Nihil well; both the message and the person. He is, after all, a student of the game first and foremost. He might not agree with Nihil’s darker, more sinister tendencies, but he respects his vision. It’s not his place to challenge the Director, after all, not yet.

As soon as the engine stops and the container opens, they all moved to their specific assignment. Victra Rinnel , Nihil’s favorite, blends with the shadow and clean up the first layer of the guards; Guild guards. D-M0N followed to clean up the mess. It was a good system, just missing one crucial part. Eight is the designated saboteur; opening doors, bypassing security. It’s not as flashy as Victra’s, but he would never complain. Not everyone from the slums of Rothana can make it this far.

With the Special Forces following on his back, he starts working on the security system. It wouldn’t take him long, it’s not the most sophisticated system after all, yet as the security measures are shut down and door’s opened, they were greeted by two patrolling Guild Guards. Eight, with his rifle still slinging on his back, quickly dashes to the side of the door, leaving clear shots for the Special Forces behind him.​

 

[Victra Rinnel]

CIB Operative Victra Rinnel
Corridor | Mon Gazza
TAG: Eight | D-M0N
GEAR: X | X

The corridor smelled like rust and lies.

Victra moved through it like a shadow already spoken for, feet silent, breath timed with the wind of old vents wheezing overhead. She didn't need to be told where the guards were, she heard them in the shift of dust, in the click of boots against half-dead plating.

Two of them, smoking something cut with desperation, laughing like men who hadn't yet realized they were dead.

She came from above, always above. The cable-drop was silent, her blade even quieter. One guard's last breath caught halfway up his throat, a wet rattle muffled beneath a gloved hand. The second barely turned. His face met the wall. Twice.

Victra didn't linger. No victory in corpses. Just data, clean floors, and silence.

She dragged their bodies into a collapsed maintenance shaft, laid them down like old coats no one would miss. She stripped their comms, crushed the ID tags under her heel, and took only what would help her listen. The rest would rot here. That was justice in the shadows, forgotten men in forgotten places.

The corridor stretched out like a rusted lung. She climbed it like it owed her something. Grapple in one hand, gear sling in the other. She crawled along walls and up ventwork, stopping only to sink nodes behind panels, route cables through piping, screw down surveillance clusters small enough to mistake for fungus.

Each tap was a whisper. Each node, a scalpel slipped beneath the skin of Mon Gazza.

Victra worked without a word. Every breath counted. Every second measured. She didn't flinch when one of the wall-mounted relays sparked, just crushed it in her hand and replaced it. The mission didn't allow for broken parts.

No one would know she'd been here.

But they'd feel it soon enough.
​

 

[Aknagoak Jihuzi]

A QUIET FRONT
My Sage My War Hero - Chapter 1
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TAG: Xazzex Xivar | Open

ALL IS VIOLENT, ALL IS BRIGHT​

ROTHANA

Aknagoak is sitting in his designated seat, his mind wandering to everything that has happened since he was elected the system representative of Kowak for the Confederacy. He is, after all, a member of a minority culture within the system, the first of his kind to be elected to a position so visible in the regional political theatre.

He listened attentively to what the Vice President had to say; a concern he is sure everyone in the room had shared ever since the galactic planetshift development. It brought him back to the distress call he received, and the homeworld he found. This crisis is far too complex to be delegated to the Republic’s policymakers. They don’t know the circumstances the people of the Confederacy face, nor their aspirations to one day fly their flag as an equal in the eyes of the galaxy.

“My friends, representatives of the staunchly independent systems of the Confederacy, I think we all who gathered here today are in an agreement that something has to be done in this disorienting time. Please, let me start this with a short story.” Aknagoak took a quick glance at his holopad, before continuing with his words.

“A couple of months ago I received a distress call from a ship from Thalassia, one of the systems that appeared out of thin air during the recent planetshift. It was a system mentioned in my people’s holy scripture, but we thought it was just a myth, a moral story sewed into our theology. Alas, I arranged and managed a visit to Thalassia Prime with my friends from the corporate sector, and I was amazed, not just by the fact that there is a planet populated entirely by my people, but also by the sheer potential that the system possesses. They might not be a member of the Confederacy yet, but I can see a bright future just from one visit,” he paused for a moment letting everyone digest the magnitude of the situation, how it could very much benefit the Confederacy as risky as it is.

“Madame Vice-President, I am aware that this refugee crisis is a threatening blank canvas that even the Republic avoid from addressing, and that various systems in our Confederacy has struggled to handle the uncontrollable influx of refugees. Yet many other systems; parts of the Abrion Sector, Indoumodo, Thalassia, and more, these refugees would help them escape from the economic crisis or stagnation, and with the proper support from our friends in the corporate sector, it might just be the start of a Confederacy-wide economic boom.” After all, isn’t this the foundation that the Confederacy was built on? Regional autonomy, economic freedom.

“My old man used to say, logic without compassion is tyranny, and compassion without logic will lead to calamity. These people need our help, and we can make use of their desperation.”​

 

[Kalli Mylas]

KALLI MYLAS
SPEAKER OF ABRION MAJOR
AGRICULTURAL CAPITAL OF THE CONFEDERACY
PLANETARY REPRESENTATIVE

TAGS: Xazzex Xivar , Aknagoak Jihuzi , Open!
​

Kalli's eyes darted around the room as she shuffled, adjusting herself to try and sit comfortably in her newly appointed seat. She was out of her depth. Thrusted into her position after gaining popularity for leading planetary recovery efforts throughout the planeshift crisis- she has since had little time to adjust to her position as both a member of the Abrion Major Parliament, and the Planetary Representative of her home. She wasn't a politician, but a farmer, a mechanic, a manager- and as she began to listen to the various individuals of importance address the parliament, she began to realise that she didn't quite realise what she was doing.

She wasn't, however, oblivious to the aftermath of the planeshift crisis, and the effect it was having on Abrion Major. And as she listened to Aknagoak Jihuzi 's statement, Kalli found herself somewhat in agreement over his suggestion- so much so that she decided to speak up herself and contribute to the discussion:

​

"Uh, Ms Speaker- Members of this Parliament!" her eyes glazing over the room as heads turned towards her, "while Abrion Major is eager to maintain our open borders for refugees just like many of yourselves, the current situation is not sustainable for ourselves or the Confederacy. While we, ourselves, did benefit from the influx to begin with, we're beginning to feel the effects of overpopulation within our major urban centers-" she continued, beginning to feel a little more confident.

"As the crisis began, and continues I suppose, many of the refugees were given employment opportunities- positions in our agricultural centers- and initially were a great help in this cycle's output... However, we're still struggling with an influx of refugees, and we're finding ourselves unable to sustain housing and employment for these poor individuals- not to mention how this continued crisis has counteracted our increased agricultural output with the need to look after the ever-growing collection of refugees we find ourselves sustaining..."

"With this in mind, I would like to voice my support for the Representative of Kowak's suggestion- perhaps attempting to bring these other planets into the fold, either under some form of an associate status or full membership, would hugely benefit both ourselves and... themselves! Both economically and in terms of population control..." she grinned to herself, feeling rather pleased with her first contribution to parliament.

"Much obliged for your time!" Kalli finished, seating herself back down to open the floor up once more. Either way, something had to be done, and quickly as the influx of refugees was beginning to outpace the construction of refugee camps and other necessities- and she didn't quite feel like finding herself being responsible for another mini-crisis so quickly after enduring such a major crisis.​

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

After giving Parliament time to mull over the situation, and listening to their initial foray into the matter, the Speaker stepped forward again. "You have made well argued points," Xazzex started, "but how do we manage our borders? It is one thing to make sure of an entire planet that appeared complete with its own infrastructure, and quite another to be saddled with the burden of millions of wandering refugees thinking our bountiful worlds would make an excellent place to beg for support." Much as Falleen quite enjoyed its isolation -- while sending people out to exploit the galaxy -- the Confederacy was not nearly so closed off. Even so, it had its limits.

"Should we then impose interdiction fields to waylay vessels and conduct random screenings for illegal immigrants? Should we task our ports with the responsibility? Do we designate a world or port where refugees are harbored until they are processed, and invited to join us or sent elsewhere? These are the matters you, as representatives of our collective bodies, must decide. Otherwise, the Executive will have no choice but to take drastic measures to curtail the continued degradation of our quality of life as we struggle to accommodate a rapidly growing population. We hear you in this matter so that no one member must endure whatever decision we make alone."

They would be there for hours to iron out the particulars if there was one method they majority favored. Perhaps days. Multiple sessions even. What was important was that they express interest and ideas on how to approach the situation. A thread with which the entire body could use to weave a design for the future. Perhaps they would find the picture undesired in the end, and start over, but they would try. Aknagoak's suggestion of using their corporate partners was of interest, but Xazzex wondered how they saw that applied in action.

Aknagoak Jihuzi | Kalli Mylas | Vemric Keldra | OPEN

Feel free to propose ideas your character might have. They can be as detailed or broad as you'd like. The use of Corpos is good, but some discussion on how would help form the ultimate design.​