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For months since the collapse of the Imperial Confederation, the Wild Space Rebellion has been a consistent thorn in Mahporeem's side.

Between incessant pirate raids, fleet ambushes and sabotage efforts, the Wild Space Rebellion has pushed Mahporeem to the brink of fury, constantly thwarting its efforts to secure control of the Outer Rim. Things have come to a head after the most recent attack on Mahporeem itself, and needless to say, the Imperial Remnant is out for complete and total vengeance, looking for any opportunity available to strike down the Wild Space Rebellion once and for all.

Such an opportunity might have finally presented itself!

Thanks to the efforts of Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen and the Final Dawn, a major supply base for the Wild Space Rebellion has finally been identified as being located on Kessel, and the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant has begun to immediately muster an invasion fleet to destroy the pesky rebels once and for all! Will the rebels be able to escape in time or beat back the Mahporeenian attack on their planet, or will the Imperial Remnant finally secure the victory it has been so desperately looking for for these least several months?

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[OBJECTIVE I: KESSEL RUN!]
[PvP, PvE]

Having received critical information from Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen 's Final Dawn, the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant has sent a correspondingly large fleet to Kessel to destroy the rebels and their base once and for all. The Imperial Navy seeks to eliminate any rebel assets defending the planet in order to allow their transports to land on Kessel's surface, while the Wild Space Rebellion seeks to deny the Imperials any ability to land their troops onto the surface of the planet. After all, the Imperials are here to stay, and should they successfully get their transports on planet, rebel control of Kessel is all but doomed to fail!

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[OBJECTIVE II: YOUR SPICE IS MY SPICE]
[PvP, PvE]

Kessel is well known for its infamous Spice Mines, and ever since the Wild Space Rebellion set up shop on the planet, they have been churning out large amounts of spice to help fund their criminal enterprises. Such spice sales would be much better off supporting an Imperial cause, which is why the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant has assigned priority to capturing these mines and removing the rebels from them. Be advised: the Spice Mines can be quite cramped and claustrophobic, and environmental contamination is almost guaranteed, so be sure to plan accordingly.

Those looking to join the thread as allies of the rebels or Imperials should post their intentions to do so in the LFG before jumping in!

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Fleet Comp:
Objective One:
Beartrap​
On the far side of the star system, six ships sat in wait.

The imperials were coming. The Rebellion knew that. Their spies had intercepted communication between the Final Dawn and Mahporeem. The location of the rebel base on Kessel.

The rebels had been on the offensive for so long, it was only a matter of time before the empire found one of their bases.

So, Zoro had prepped for it. A defensive ambush.

Gravity Wells set up to intercept them. Silent hunters waiting for their prey. Stealth systems active, waiting for the enemy.

The incoming hyperlanes covered. The jaws of a beartrap wide open, tensioned and waiting to snap shut.
Fleet Actions:
Interdictors waiting for the incoming imperial fleet.
 

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Objective II:
Dust In the Wind​
Unit Comp:
Hydra Command Company:
Firestorm" Walker Company
"Helldiver" Marines Company:


Tag: MIR GROUND FORCES, TAG AS NEEDED
Friendly Tag: Ysennia Lee Ysennia Lee
North and South.

Thunderstorm to the north. A wall of metal, dug into trenches. Hidden by heavy sensor deflection nets. They couldn’t hide them too long, but it would mean they would struggle to lock onto them with an initial barrage. In front of them, Helldiver marines sitting, waiting. Waiting for imperial assault.

Firestorm to the south. Heavy walkers hidden by those same trenches and nets. Men who had served these vehicles since the days of the Alliance, waiting for the oncoming storm. Mortar loaders waiting. Gunners scanning.

And dead center were an old friend. The same men Gress had fought with on Woostri. That battle had been a chitshow. This one, he didn't have to worry about sith castles falling from the sky.

Above, a mix of machines. Raven drones, scanning the horizon. Waiting for what came next. Imperial war machines.

And to the east, hidden in the mountains, Gress himself. Sitting in the command chair of his superheavy walker. Two behemoths sitting.

Waiting.
 
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TAGS: Ronhar Tane Ronhar Tane
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Objective Two:
Dust in the Wind


Deep in the mine, Jonyna sat. Waiting. Channeling.

Above the mine, storm clouds began to gather. Unnatural, but unstoppable.

The cathar sat, swords and sabers laid out in front of her. Crystals lightly glowing.

She knew what came next. The imperials were coming. She knew they were, she sensed it. Ships, war machines, troopers in plastoid armor. None of it could hide what they really were. None could hide from the Force.

She fixated on one. The commander in charge of all this.

Ronhar.

She’d come close to fighting him a few times. For now, she tracked him. Waiting for him.

For now, she needed to summon the storm.
 
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Darth Sycophantia, Lady of Twisted Evolution

objective II: your spice is my spice
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weapon: draconic scourge
outfit:X™
tag(s): Open

The transport shuttle settled upon Kessel with a shudder of repulsors and a groan of tortured metal, disgorging me into the ashen breath of that accursed world. The moment my boots touched the ground, the wind came crawling across the wastes, carrying with it the bitter scent of dust, machinery, and spice; a perfume born from suffering and made profitable by those sufficiently ruthless to harvest it.

Behind me came a small contingency of the Drakonis Order, their midnight-colored underlaying and their fear inducing white armor moving with the solemnity of executioners emerging like living nightmares born from a frightened child's mind. I raised my eyes toward the horizon, allowing the Force to whisper through the desolate landscape, and there they were; the spice mines, crouched within the distant gloom like diseased organs buried beneath Kessel's flesh.

My lips curled into a slow smile.

So much wealth.

So much opportunity.

The galaxy had always been generous to those willing to reach into its wounds and take what bled from them.

I began walking toward the mines, my cloak dragging through the dust like the funeral banner of some forgotten empire. The rebels believed the mines belonged to them; such beliefs were adorable in their simplicity. I saw no reason why their spice should remain in their grasp; when it could be split between the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant and the hands of the Noctis Convergence; the secretive machinery of my own criminal enterprise.

Spice would become credits, credits would become influence, and influence would become another chain wrapped quietly around the throat of the galaxy.

Then, upon the horizon, the first flames blossomed; small at first, then violently multiplying as explosions tore through the region near the mining complex by strafing bombers of the Mahporeem Imperial Navy; attempting to the break the spirits of the rebels before their judgements were coiled like venomous serpents; and politely laid at their feet.

Black smoke climbed into the heavens like offerings to some ancient and hungry goddess who cared little for their own creations, or homages, or their meaningless offerings. I stopped only long enough to admire the spectacle before continuing onward, my smile widening. The first stage of the battle had already begun without me.

How considerate of them.

It mattered not, the Lady of Twisted Evolution had arrived upon Kessel, and soon enough, the rebels would learn that their rebellion was merely another form of property waiting to be acquired by the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant.

 
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Objective Two: Dust in the Wind
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The time for battle was near, Aperion could sense it. The Bacta Brigade was tense -it would be their first big conflict with the Resistance. The mine was not silent -not in the slightest-, but for a moment, all the energy, voices and others gave path to this deafening muteness, typical of a calm before the storm.

Shield and Eater were in the main guard, just behind the vanguard, to rescue the hurt and disable enemy technology in time. The rest, Aperion included, were on the rear: they shouldn't forget their Brigade's main objective of preserving allied forces and offering moral support.


"My leaves're agitated", Chef said, sitting on the sandy, rock-hard ground and meditating.

"What the bloody hell does that mean, Chef?", Alien asked, irritation visible in his voice. He's certainly the less prepared of the Bacta Brigade. Still, his partner Doc was over his shoulder, quietly waiting -not for the enemy to come, no, but for the injured. Slowly by surely, Chef's battle meditation morale boost would be felt by the Bacta Brigade and other rebels near.

Silence, again. Aperion felt the need to motivate his men. On the Bacta Brigade's separate communication's channel, he shouted for all -including the rebels around him- to listen:


"Comrades, the Empire is arriving! Just for today, Comrades, this mine is our Rebellion's one and only sacred ground - no imperial soldier shall enter it. And if they do, make sure they do not come out of it!

The more we kill, the more they will think before attacking our people, of destroying whole cities and planets for their own pleasure. The more we show them what we are capable of, the more they will cower in fear of our might! We will wage a bloody battle to the end for our people and our galaxy, shed our last drop of blood, hold onto our blasters to the death! A rebel soldier prefers to die than to surrender. Comrades, to hand over one's blaster is suicide, to surrender is the supreme shame.

No bomb, no blaster, no Empire, no one in the galaxy can destroy the Resistance! Let us show them what we are made of! LONG LIVE THE RESISTANCE! DEATH TO THE EMPIRE!"


"Hoorah!", Aperion hears. It wasn't the best speech, but at least his men liked it.

The Polydroxol's lightsaber is expelled out of his left hand, like a magic trick. He holds it with strength and courage. It was time.


 

John Mahporeem

The one and true leader of Mahporeem!

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FLEET ADMIRAL VORIN ZONILL
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COLLATERAL STAR
OBJECTIVE I: KESSEL, RUN!

Fleet Admiral Vorin Zonill was eager to get this operation started as soon as he possibly could.

After being tipped off by Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen as to the location of the rebel base, Zonill wasted no time in heading toward Kessel, where a large contingent of rebel soldiers were currently engaging in Spice mining operations. It was a fitting enterprise for them: taking Spice and refining it into narcotics that they undoubtedly sold across the galactic market. Just another reason that the Imperial Remnant was doing what they were doing, as they sought to bring order to an otherwise lawless section of space. Still, the Imperial Remnant would have to do everything that they could in order to evict the rebels from the planet, something that would undoubtedly be a long and arduous process.

Doing so would start with defeating their navy, which would surely be guarding such an important planet. Yet as the Collateral Star entered the system, it appeared as if there was no rebel presence at all, almost as if the planet itself had been abandoned. Yet, Zonill knew better than anyone else that the rebels were surely in system, and were just hiding in plain side. In their many engagements proceeding this battle, the Imperials had encountered the rebels using cloaking technology on a relatively large scale, and Zonill was certain that was what they were doing here.

That was why he had lead with the Star and had not brought any other ships with him, as he had wanted to limit the amount of vessels that might end up getting ambushed by the rebels. Unlike most other ships in the Mahporeenian fleet, the Collateral Star had been equipped with a technology rarely seen on other vessels: am NZ MTS "Bloodhound" [Magnetic Targeting Sensor], an advanced sensor that scanned for its targets using magnetic waves instead of other visual or sensory means. This meant that the Collateral Star could scan for cloaked targets without having to visually see them, which is what it did the moment that it arrived in system. It didn't take long for Zonill to find his first target: a Rebellion III Class Star Liberator, though there were a number of other ships lurking around that Zonill didn't quite know about yet.

The Collateral Star held its position as it continued to gather targeting data on the Rebellion III Class Star Liberator. As it sat in orbit, it began making its defensive preparations: 10 squadrons of PGEM/Droid Fighter-Bomber MK Is, 10 squadrons of TIE/D Vultures, 10 squadrons of TIE Striders and 5 squadrons of Tri-Wing TIE Droids for its fighter complement and 5 squadrons of TIE/AN Annihilators, 5 squadrons of Lambda-class YT-1760 Annihilators and 5 squadrons of Hyper-Jammers for its support complement. Zonill wanted it to look like the Imperials were unaware of the rebel's presence, but in reality he was sending his fighters and bombers directly toward the nearest Liberator.

As this was going on, an additional ship was starting to make its way toward the planet's surface, itself cloaked: a single Von Strauss-class Cargo Ship. It was all part of his plan: show up with the Collateral Star, draw any rebel attention to himself, and allow his transport to slip down onto the planet quietly. At least, that was his intention, but ready or not the rebels figured out what HE was up to remained to be seen. Still, on the surface, it appeared that Zonill had made a massive tactical blunder, leaving his more valuable ship unguarded and overextended. But in reality, Zonill was ready to strike out at the enemy, and it was only a matter of time before he located the rest of the rebel fleet. Still, there was one thing bothering him: the existence of interdiction fields around the planet. Just how confident were these rebels, anyways?
  • Zonill arrives above Kessel
  • Zonill uses his magnetic scanners to look for rebel ships, locating a single Liberator
  • Zonill sends out all of his starfighters and bombers in an apparent scouting attempt, but in reality has them loosely move in the direction of the Liberator
  • Zonill continues scouting for rebel ships
  • A single cloaked Imperial transport begins attempting to land on Kessel
TAGS:
Jonyna Si Jonyna Si
@Imperial Fleeters
@Rebel Fleeters
@Everyone
OPEN

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CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
KESSEL
OBJECTIVE II:


Though it had been a heart wrenching journey, the Von Strauss-class Cargo Ship had managed to complete its job, landing on the surface of Kessel without too much incident. This meant that Imperial forces were free to start ground operations, and from the belly of the cruiser came an assortment of Mahporeenian armor and war machines. All Terrain Modular Artillery Platforms, All Terrain Armored Assault Walkers, TIE Walkers, Shadow AT-ATs, All Terrain Shield Generators, All Terrain Advanced Armored Transports and a variety of other Imperial vehicles began descending onto the battlefield, and Kessel took notice almost immediately.

The calm around the planet had been shattered as the Imperial forces began engaging the rebels, and laser and slugthrower fire quickly filled the air as Kessel's anti-air and ground defenses roared to life against the invaders. Imperial U-Wings, NCE-131/c Heavy Dropships and Lambda B-TIE Gunship/Transports began taking heavy fire as they flew away from the advancing ground army, and artillery landed across the Imperial's march every so often, sending massive blasts of dirt and debris cascading into the air with every step.

Yet the Imperials had not come unprepared: the All Terrain Shield Generators absorbing some of the laser and artillery fire as the army continued moving forward. Perhaps more importantly were the Mahporeenian Lightning Collectors interspersed among the various models of AT-AT walkers the Imperials had brought with them. Sticking directly out of the top of the walkers, these devices would be responsible for absorbing any lightning coming at the advancing army, as the skirmish aboard Rust Haven had shown that the rebels had access to lightning technology in a similar manner to the Sith. In fact, the Imperials would not be surprised of the rebels had people capable of actually generating Sith Lightning, considering how evil and dastardly they truly were!

Regardless, Mahporeem would be ready to handle whatever it was that the rebels could throw at them, and surely but slowly they continued their approach toward the rebel base...

TAGS:
Orinn Darge Orinn Darge
R'ayne Asara R'ayne Asara
Gress D'ran Gress D'ran
@Imperial Ground Forces
@Rebel Ground Forces

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