Mission Aggressive Negotiations | THR . TIC

[Janous Ryss]

Tag: Garo Vevut-Varkor Kael Varr Basteil Skirata Aselia Verd​

LOLA SAYU - OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

Janous sat strapped to his seat as the shuttle shook around him. The normal vibrations that would shake him during the trip dead to his metal body. He found it odd that he missed it. No matter how violent the trip would be, it would be far more welcome than the easy ride down from dead sensations.


Janous loomed above his comrades as he joined them, his metallic form made to tower above those around him. He supposed he should be grateful, it made him into a better weapon. He was painted white and blue, with a slight glow in his visor. His movements carried none of his emotion, simply a dutiful march towards the latest battle.


While he received his orders he attached his jetpack. Even as his mask of a face remained expressionless, he could feel himself smirking.


"With pleasure ma'am."


He grabbed his weapons. A HV-37 Squad Repeating Blaster attached to his metal body just as easily as when he had flesh, at his hip was a Mobius Ban-Hammer that was already linked to him, an Enclave's Herald, with an SM-10a in reserve. Picking up and attaching several of the thermal detonators before grabbing a missile launcher.


Even despite his dulled senses, he had been happier than he had been in some time. The return to proper battle felt like being reunited with an old friend.


"Orders fully understood." A hint of joy carrying even in his robotic tone.


Today was going to be a good day.

 

[The Lord of Hunger]

LOCATION: The Citadel, Warden's office
OBJECTIVE: Take down all who come to close...
IMPORTANT LINKS: Sword #1 | Sword #2 | Armor | Jewel | Ring | Necklace | Gauntlet | DIII Gluttoneria | The guards | KRONOS
TAG: Ronhar Tane | Ze'bast Verd | Garo Vevut-Varkor | Aselia Verd | John Shepherd | Korda Veydran | Verity Stuyveris | Calissova | Kael Varr Basteil Skirata | Itzhal Volkihar | Dominique Vexx | Gavin Restur | Loken | Janous Ryss | Rackham | Barragh Nenn

Tapping his hands against eachother, calmly pressing the tips of his fingers against eachother, a man wearing a strange attire, adorned with a smiling mask and a tophat looked carefully at the displays presented in front of him on a simple, slab gray desk. The sudden vanishing of the Warden Primus had truly put the security and control of many of the penal facilities within the Imperial Confederation's control in jeopardy. It was because of this, that this being known as the Lord of Hunger had donned the guise and persona of the Dealmaker to oversee the proper transition of the imperial detention and penal facilities. The Ciradel though, was special...it was the crux of Warden Primus' designs, the place from which so many of the high value targets would be brought to their final destinations. This was the lynchpin facility and as such, it was unavoidable for the Dealmaker to end up inspecting this place.

Still, the timing could not have been worse. The brazen nature of the Supreme Commander had already put some strain on his work and responsibilities, distracting him from his own schemes and plans to such a degree that it was becoming nigh untenable to retain such operational activity within the Imperial Confederation. And to make matters worse, exactly on the day he was supposed to sign off his approval and move on, there were alarms blaring all over the place suggesting the least expected of occurances: a break-in rather than a break out.

"KRONOS, secure all the files of this facility...I want to know which were the most recently entered high priority and high value detainees," The monster's eyes glared towards the image of Marlon Sularen on a cupboard in the desk, a sign that the warden who had been sent for a week on leave was a fan of the supreme commander. No wonder there was so much interest in this place... if the Lord commander turned this into his private detainment facility to put his victims through, it would obviously gain the attention from others. "Incidentally...level thirty four, we're essentially on the central floor. Open up all communications...not to talk, but to see if we can gleam anything from what's happening. Shut down all communication systems apart from this facilities own systems. Block all transponders, all transeivers that have not been connected physically to the Citadel's systems. I want full control over this situation..."​

 

[Mika Tai En]

Aggressive Negotiations

Objective: Cause mayhem earn power
Location: The Citadel, Lola Sayu
Tags: OPEN

Mika didn't know why she was on Lola Sayu. She had knowledge of the place from her time as an Imperial Knight. But she had been seduced from the calm cradle of the Imperial Confederation into the embrace of darkness. Now rudderless since the disappearance of her Dark Queen, Mika would chalk the pull up to the Force. She had no idea what her makers had implanted inside her head.

Even though she trusted "the Force", Mika had no idea what she was doing heading to Lola Sayu. No matter what the Force was saying to her though she wasn't about to just walk into the Citadel. She was at best a deserter. Perhaps some would deem her a traitor. There had to be something more to this notion.

Upon exiting hyperspace Mika saw what had drawn her here. No sense of honor. No expectation that she stand up and take punishment for running into the arms of the darkness. Republic and Mandalorian drop ships were sending forces to the prison. Mika was here to show her former bosses what a knight who gave up noble protection duty could do.

It was time to take another step forward. It was time to make her Dark Queen proud. Wherever she was. Using an older Imperial code Mika took her ship down into the hangar of the prison. With a smirk on her lips she placed her helmet over her head and confidently strode down the ship's ramp.

The alarms within the prison were already blaring. Mika used the Force to locate the center of the disruption. Another smirk came to her lips, this time hidden under her mask, as Mika started off in that direction. With a snap-hiss Kurokage came to life. Its violet glow adding to the red from the alarm lights on the walls. Yorukage was in her other hand ready to be of use if needed. It was time to find some Mandalorians or Republicans.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Armor
  • Pulsiva Mk.II Bodysuit
• Weapons
  • Kurokage – Primary standard lightsaber – Violet blade
  • Yorukage – shoto lightsaber – Red Wine blade

 

[Cynan Obaith]

Objective: Survive till rescue arrives
Outfit: Shackled prisoner
Tag: Loken | Marlon Sularen

Cynan prayed the days that any non-violent attempts were made for his release and that the fool of a supreme commander would release that accepting the High Republic terms was the best chance he had to maintain any ability to come across as the threatening dictator he was. As strange as it might seem to surrender to terms. It was far better to release a prisoner than to have one of the most secure bases in the Imperial Confederacy infiltrated, broken into and Cynan liberated. Because that showed that this imperial control was weak. That they had no authority over the citizens. It would be the crack in the dam that would inevitably cause more severe, rebellious cracks and breaks until the dam was bursting free from control.

Leaning against the wall, he heard the sounds of soldiers coming for him. The hurried stomps that signified concern and demonstrated that Marlon had made a fatal error, after the litany of other errors he had made. Cynan was not someone who would break, he was not someone who surrendered to the torture. His body weakened and damaged in perhaps permanent ways due to the torture. But he laughed in their faces. Because they could never understand where Cynan was coming from. How he saw the future that could be shaped with the right people in the correct roles.

"Ah. Marlon seems to continued to blunder in his objectives with Corellia. A shame." Cynan looked over to the imperials, unfazed of the stormtroopers and the skills they posed. If he died, then it would only incentive the High Republic to ensure that things were shut down on the imperial side of threats.

Rising to his feet, Cynan shrugging his shoulders, "they are already demonstrating how weak these imperial measures are. Especially since I was told Marlon personally wanted to increase the level of security and protection here." Looking over to the lead stormtrooper, "might be safer for you and your men to leave. Live to fight another day. Avoid continuing the errors of your leaders." Cynan stated in a plain voice, there was no threat and there was no ill-intent, just a genuine belief that they could not survive this fight.

"If you are intent on remaining, shall we start making bets on how long it takes the High Republic to overwhelm the defences here? I am thinking 30 minutes maximum."

 

[Calissova]

Location: Imperial Citadel - Lola Sayu
Mission Objective: Secure the prisoner.
Allies: Joseph Torson Barragh Nenn
Enemies: Cynan Obaith

Rising to his feet, Cynan shrugging his shoulders, "they are already demonstrating how weak these imperial measures are. Especially since I was told Marlon personally wanted to increase the level of security and protection here." Looking over to the lead stormtrooper, "might be safer for you and your men to leave. Live to fight another day. Avoid continuing the errors of your leaders." Cynan stated in a plain voice, there was no threat and there was no ill-intent, just a genuine belief that they could not survive this fight.

"If you are intent on remaining, shall we start making bets on how long it takes the High Republic to overwhelm the defences here? I am thinking 30 minutes maximum."

“Break his jaw.”

Callissova immediately stepped towards the prisoner, her disruptor rifle shifting in her grip. Without hesitation, she drove the weapon’s butt towards the Ambassador’s ( Cynan Obaith ) jaw in a crushgaunt-enhanced strike with equal parts violence and precision, leveling an attack intended to shatter his jaw exactly as directed!

Spoiler: Loadout

• Advanced Tactical Bodyglove ‘Titan’ - Appearance
  
  • Forearm
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Forearm Vibroblade Mk. II - L
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III "Force Avenger" Energy Shield
  • Utility
    
    • FAE/S-10 Personal Concealment System
    • FAE/C-05 Infiltration Suite
    • LO-PCR-9 "Trailforge" Portable Powercell Recharger
• FAE/W-17 Electromagnetic Plasma Hand Cannon (2)
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
  • Ammunition
    
    • FAE/AM-01-S2 Energy Weapon Cartridge - Ethaerium Gas and CryoBan Coolant (20)
• PbDR-01 N.S.
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
  • Ammunition
    
    • Blaster Power Pack - Tibanna Gas / Power Cell (10)
• FAE/MDE-01-S2 Semiautonomous Seeker Thermal Explosive (4)
• Infrared Smoke Grenade (2)

 

[Searal Nis]

Lola Sayu was not a planet anyone would want to be. The surface was harsh and craggy, its cracked open core oozing molten sulfur in hellish lakes. It was a planet dreamed up in nightmares, and perfect for a prison. However, as an assignment, Searal found it degrading. Her master told her that this was to build humility and respect. Searal believed herself extremely modest and respectful, so it could only be an insult. Days before the attack, she had spent her time in tedious patrols and eventually conceded her ego enough to help the staff with the occasional defiant inmate.

But the longer she remained in this prison, the more obvious the tension became. There was a palpable anxiety that bled through every corner of the Citadel, spreading its way across like an infection. This wasn't just a regular prison; it was one of the most secure prisons in one of the most uninhabitable planets in the galaxy. These men and women were people the Imperial Confederation deemed so dangerous that they were sentenced to be forgotten. But one of them wasn't forgotten. She realized she wasn't here to have her time wasted or patience tested, but instead she was being stationed here as a test, a demonstration of her skills. Boredom was replaced by the low hum of anxiety, the exciting tension of wanting to prove herself, and yet the gnawing fear she kept denying was even there.

On the day of the attack, she was making her way out of the core of the citadel, walking towards the prison wings with marginally less security. There was something about today that gave her an odd sense of dread, and then suddenly she heard a large explosion coming from somewhere. Everyone expected an attack, but it was still a surprise; the sheer audacity and violence of it could not be easily prepared for, even in a place like this. It left Searal feeling almost nauseated, as suddenly a ricochet of explosions engulfed the echoed throughout the entire prison. For a split second, she wondered if the entire planet was finally collapsing in on itself. When she came to her senses, she turned on her com-link resting on her wrist-guard and shouted, "We're under attack!"

[OPEN]

 

[Tatiana Sah]

"Director." As Imperial Confederation forces raced to take back control of the situation, a transmission was beamed directly at Citadel Command. "This is an excessive loss of resources incurred over an Ambassador that has committed no crime against your people. I recommend you release the prisoner -- then the search and rescue operation would be terminated before further loss occurs." It was a dispassionate, feminine voice that addressed those overseeing the response efforts. The source of the broadcast, however, couldn't be immediately identified, but was believed to be close.

"You should be aware off-world transmissions will be blocked during the course of retrieval. Please arrange for the immediate release of Ambassador Obaith into our custody."

Was this... 'war?' Tatiana had been curious to witness one of these large-scale confrontations up close. Archival material had certainly painted detailed understandings of it, but there was so much that couldn't be conveyed. The way the air trembled. The scorched scent of blaster fire. An urgency of time as each side sought to advance ahead of the other, which a remote viewer couldn't fully appreciate.

Intriguing. To think people actually resolved matters in this manner. How different would this be than against the Sith, she wondered?

Tatiana hoped they would end this conflict swiftly by complying. It was the logical course of action barring information withheld by one or both parties. On the other hand, if they refused, she would come away from this experience with a wealth of information. Such as how effective her capabilities were against armed forces of this galaxy.

Rackham | Barragh Nenn

Loken | Gavin Restur | Ronhar Tane | The Lord of Hunger | Mika Tai En | Cynan Obaith | Calissova | Searal Nis | Adelle Bastiel

 

[Rackham]

A G G R E S S I V E_N E G O T I A T I O N S

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
LOLA SAYU, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Inside Citadel Command, Director Rackham's eyes remained fixated on the live holographic display feed that showed the progress of the battle as the High Republic continued to engage the Imperial Garrison supported by what appeared to be Mandalorian reinforcements. With the Mandalorians involved Rackham knew that the Citadel's garrison was at an immediate disadvantage as they hadn't been expecting a Mandalorian attack. Nevertheless what mattered more was keeping Obaith out of the hands of the High Republic and their Mandalorian allies, and fortunately Rackham had some of the best soldiers within the Confederation on the job right now.

Soon enough the doors leading into the command center opened as the Imperial Hand Barragh Nenn entered the room and inquired whether the Dirrector was having problems and and if he had enough men to repel the incursion. "Our garrison was configured in a manner to repel a High Republic operation." he began. "But the addition presence of the Mandalorians complicate things. With them added into the equations our defenses will struggle to hold the line" he added. It was a simple analysis really, but as long as the Mandalorians remained in the equation the chances of a decisive victory would remain low.

Then suddenly the all communications went dark as a single transmission was beamed into Citadel Command for the Director, the Imperial Hand and every other officer and security guardsmen to hear.

"Director. This is an excessive loss of resources incurred over an Ambassador that has committed no crime against your people. I recommend you release the prisoner -- then the search and rescue operation would be terminated before further loss occurs. You should be aware off-world transmissions will be blocked during the course of retrieval. Please arrange for the immediate release of Ambassador Obaith into our custody."

As soon as the transmission terminated everything returned to normal.

"The sheer arrogance and audacity of these people." Rackham muttered. He understood why Sularen had opted to arrest Obaith and dragged him to Lola Sayu even though at first he viewed it as an extremely risky and impulsive move from the Imperial Supreme Commander. They were arrogant, cocky and overconfident. Spoke as if the outcome was guaranteed in their favor, as if they were incapable of being wrong. Not even the Galactic Alliance was this bad. Barring those thoughts aside, the Director then proceeded to look up at the Umbaran and proceeded to ask him a simple question.

"You think you can handle those Mandalorians, Imperial Hand?" A rhetorical question, but one that made the Imperial Hand understand what the ISS Director already wanted.

Tags [Friendlies] | Barragh Nenn | The Lord of Hunger | OPEN
Tags [Hostiles] | Tatiana Sah



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[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
LOYA SAYU
[REDACTED]

What the HELL was going on in this galaxy forsaken prison?!?!

As Ronhar and his squad waited outside of the Night Reaver for transfer of custody of Cynan Obaith , their helmet comms began blowing up with numerous reports of violence and rebellion. Details were a bit murky at the moment, but apparently, there was some kind of riot occurring within the prison, and multiple explosions could be heard throughout the prison without any need for communication equipment. How was this possible? How could a supposedly maximum security Imperial prison be under such intense internal pressure, especially considering the fact that numerous squads of Imperial soldiers must have been sent to the facility as additional security? Was the fact that an active prison riot was occurring simply an unfortunate coincidence, or were there darker forces at play? Considering the fact that the Republic was desperate to get their man back, it wouldn't have surprised Ronhar if they had orchestrated this whole thing.

Whatever was happening, it was clear to Ronhar that he was going to have to go inside himself with his squad and extract Cynan Obaith , as he was unwilling to leave anything to chance, regardless of how capable Joseph Torson was. Ronhar turned to the Imperial operative, addressing Amni Kazda directly:

"Change of plans. This installation has been compromised, and we're going to have to grab Obaith ourselves. You coming with?"

Without waiting for a response, Ronhar then sent a message directly to the bridge of the MIN Fool's Errand, directly requesting reinforcements to help contain the outbreak of the apparent prison riot. In response, a pair of "Stork" Dropships were dispatched to the planet, one containing dozens of rarely seen Mahporeenian Prison Troopers and the other containing four All Terrain Armored Assault Walkers. Hopefully, they would be more than enough to suppress the rioting going on, the Prison Troopers being able to properly enter the facility and the walkers remaining outside to take down any escapees or stranglers. If not, well...Ronhar didn't want to think of the alternative.

"Alright, Reclaimer, let's move!"

Ronhar and his squad raced toward the interior of the prison complex as the Night Reaver once again took to the skies, trying to shed some light on their current predicament...
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Spoiler: Ronhar's Equipment

• Wampa-Pattern Industrial Exoskeleton
• Mk 45 Protective Vest
• Mahporeem Acid Rifle
• Model 216 "Big Game Hunter"
• BG-D 6 "Outlaw"
• Rhydonium Grenades
• ABC Scramblers
• Burnblade
• HNDA-Mk I
• Carapace Knitters
• ABC - Aerosolized Bacta Cannisters
• 5 ARC Troopers
• 2 Storm Commandos
• MIN Night Reaver

Spoiler: OOC note

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Spoiler: TAGS

Joseph Torson
Amni Kazda
Barragh Nenn
Ze'bast Verd
Garo Vevut-Varkor
Kael Varr Basteil Skirata
John Shepherd
Aselia Verd
Korda Veydran
Itzhal Volkihar
Gavin Restur
Loken
Janous Ryss
@All Other Mando and Republic Forces
OPEN