Among the Dead (FO Dominion of the Dead Nebula and Vortusa)

[Saki lin]

5/25
[member="Caid Centurion"]

Saki had been setting for a little....had to of been a few minutes at least....she didn't quite know...she just mediated and tried to keep herself from lashing out.....that was not how she was not here it wasn't like the one sith this wasn't warmongers...that she knew of...

Ah....the one sith...she didn't really do much in their expect learn the base things of the force and a few tricks...especially from her old master...she wondered where he was he had given a gift to her that she had in her training room on her lovers station

That memory gave her a smile....she hadn't seen him in quite a while...he had messaged something about a extremely long and private business trip...wasn't a problem she understood business was need and his business was important...she only hopedo he was ok and thought about her

She perked up...she felt another presence that out shined the ones currently on board....and it looked kinda dark....it seemed to be heading her way so she simply sat as slowly her presence began to draw back in

 

[Asharad Graush]

Post Five.
[member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="FN-1313"]

A'sharad remained in the Observation Room, watching as the simulation had begun. He hadn't bothered to move from the position he had been in originally, rather, he watched intently as the defenders went about to press the Attackers to make it more difficult for them. The closer they got to the Attackers, the more defenses they would have. Of course, that also meant they'd have to reveal themselves to get better positions, but it appeared that they knew that.

"Communicate to the Attackers to flank them," he ordered one of the ensigns.

"Sir, that's not apart of the simula-" the man started.

The man who thought to question him should think himself lucky when A'sharad's head slowly rotated to regard the man whilst he questioned him. There were no additional words from him. Perhaps something possessed the man, but when they had made eye contact with each other, the man was suddenly going to work. Turning his head back to the simulation, Rolf Amsel, and the cybernetic stormtrooper would be finding each other being flanked and being pressed from a blind spot.

Behind them.

 

[Miles Cormin]

[member="Caid Centurion"]
When the two shuttles landed, Geris wasted no time in arranging his troops.

"Escort positions!" he said. The stormtroopers formed two lines on either side of the Knight, and followed him as he began to walk. They had not gone very far before the Knight stopped. As he relayed his orders, Geris took the assigned troops and double-timed it to the engineering section. They reached it quickly and Geris stepped forward to scan an critical eye on the assembled scientists.

"Where is Chief Engineer Larazny?!" he called.

"Here!" a young woman in the center of the assembly said. In a flash the woman had been tackled by two stormtroopers. They yanked her to her feet and slapped stun cuffs on her wrists as she cussed up a storm. The two men, faces screened by their white helmets, brought the woman to Captain Geris.

"All right," he said, "Lets go."

Meanwhile, Miles was following the Knight of Ren. He didn't know why he'd been singled out. He wasn't really anything special, and if he was, it wasn't for a good reason. His tendency to have panic attacks in the middle of firefights was well known, and he suspected that if he didn't have the capability to level a bunker with a single thermal detonator and some det tape he would probably not be alive, much less a First Order stormtrooper. In any case, the Knight had selected him, and therefore he must obey. The last thing he wanted to do was make a Knight angry.

 

[4ND-R0]

Location: Orbit of Virsun, Space Station, Training Section
Objective: Testing simulation protocols in training via participation in

the simulated wargames.
Allied Forces: First Order | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]
Enemy Forces: Opposing squad in simulation
Post: 04


1313 made double time behind his commanding officer as he practically dashed across the path, taking out enemy soldiers. The cyborg could almost definitely see the rage of battle in the posture. As they took hold of the bunker, he nodded Rolf's command. "Yes, sir. Pick them of as- " He stopped as he saw a stun bolt fly past his head.

He turned and began firing. This was not apart of the normal simulation. He kept his rifle firing in bursts, holding down the trigger enough for multiple shots before letting go. The cyborg felt a bolt hit his hip, and he instantly dropped to one knee as the stun deactivated his robotic leg. "Damn it. Commander. I've been hit." He informed Rolf,"I'll cover you as much as I can. You finish the objective." While his thicker-than-average armor was good for taking damage, it had its weak spots. The armorweave bodyglove, for example, was exposed at various areas, one such area being near his hip, allowing for a good shot to take him down a peg like it did.

 

[Caid Centurion]

Caid's large from gradually slowed its traverse of the corridor as he arrived outside the room from which the presence emanated. With a wave of his hand, the Ren activated the hydraulic mechanism that cycled the door open. Rather immediately, the figure of [member="Saki lin"] came into view. Ciardha had no idea whom the girl was, but in this particular moment he couldn't have cared less. The progress of this station had been of extreme importance to the Supreme Leader. It was the primary reason that so many of them had been dispatched to the system. Returning Chief Larazny to the Council for interrogation by Sieger Ren had been a last minute, secondary objective.

"You have precisely ten seconds to explain who you are and why you are in here sulking instead of working." Force sensitivity did not necessarily mean anything. Even the trooper standing behind him had unnatural force activity about him. Though it wasn't likely that Ciardha would be anymore forgiving if the woman was a member of the Knights of Ren.

[member="Miles Cormin"]

 

[Saki lin]

She had finally had her nerves at ease and sighed...however that growing force was just coming closer....and soon it was right outside of the-

She immediately stood at attention when he entered...she would show no disrespect especially to a ren...she'd rather be on their good side, when he asked who she was and what she was doing sulking instead of working she looked him straight forward

I am saki lin my lord I was working on the station then...took a break to clear my head so I wouldn't have a incident on the job that would halt production more then me simply taking a few minutes to clear my head my lord"she said all in ten seconds and straight to the point....the honest thought process

[member="Caid Centurion"][member="Miles Cormin"]

 

[Miles Cormin]

[member="Caid Centurion"][member="Saki lin"]

"Man you Knights are good," Miles said as he raised his rifle to a ready position. The brief lapse in discipline was quickly covered by a much more controlled follow up sentence.

"Shall I detain her my lord?" he said, covering his earlier slip-up with initiative, "I am trained in the subjection of Force-users."

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Orbit of Virsun, Space Station, Training Section
Primary Objective: 1. Defend against the attacking squad in the combat simulator.
Secondary Objective: 2. Aid in systems facility testing and avoid the "Big Red Button".
Allied Forces: First Order | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="FN-1313]
Enemy Forces: Incoming Squad, "Hotel Squad", 16 12 Troopers
Post 6 of 25
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As the cyborg beside him was tagged, Rolf silently swore under his breath. Now it was down to mostly him on this side. He would need to once more adjust his plan. Sending a few more bolts flying towards the enemy positions before ducking low behind an obstacle. On the battlefield, situations could always change at the drop of a hat. One minute you could have the advantage, the next you could be pinned down just trying to stay alive. Being able to fluidly transition from one to the next was an exercise in resiliency but for those who became experts in it? They survived. He had pushed his men to where they were now, pushing on the flank to the left but in turn, they were now being flanked on the right. He could feel the energy of the attackers pushing up around the obstacles, the feeling of victory sweet upon their tongues... or so they thought. He had only a few moments before the first of the enemy would be upon him.

"Get low, we're gonna try something different."

It was a training exercise. Non-Lethal. That however didn't mean he couldn't get creative. He motioned for the hybrid trooper to lay flat on the deck, waving a flat palm parallel to the ground. First Order troopers were good, but he felt a sloppiness here, his opposition was on the attack and could practically taste victory... it might make them overzealous. If he could get them to over commit, as it appeared they would, he could catch them off guard, possibly slanting the battle back in his favor.

"When they come around the obstacles there..." he said, indicating as he began to slink around and adjacent obstacle. "...open up with everything you've got. They'll be drawn into the small open area here and I'll get them from the other side. Good luck."

With that last statement issued, Rolf swiftly and staying out of eyeshot of the approaching enemy, dipped behind an obstacle on the other side of the small clear zone. He would bide his time and wait till their sole focus was on the hybrid trooper. It was an unorthodox method, seemingly sacrificing your own soldier to take out a larger force, but it was an effective one. Higher ups may not like the idea but Rolf understood the nature of the battlefield. Sometimes it necessitated unconventional tactics, and though this was a simple training exercise, he did not have the luxury of treating it as such. You play as you practice and in this line of work... if you didn't, it could get you killed.

 

[Saffron]

PharmaTech
Vortusa

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Saffron chose to instead ignore Aeri's little taunts. Taking a sip of her tea, she followed up with, "What is the status with the Biodome?" she queried.

Since the First Order had taken over, Saffron was taking particular care in ensuring that all biodomes and Arceneau Trade facilities were still running as per the agreement. They were not to become involved in any of First Order affairs, and if questioned, they were to simply conduct themselves as they would with any law enforcement.

As long as they remained neutral, paid their taxes and material allocations, they would be fine.

Granted, situations much like what had occured with the Galactic Republic could very well come to pass.

But Saffron believed that the First Order would have a more pragmatic approach when it came to dealing with neutral entities.

"As well as expected. We'll have longer inspection times but there is nothing we can do about that."

A nod," Then we will simply adjust the schedule as needed."

 

[Aeri Vyn]

PharmaTech
Vortusa

The Zeltron slowly crossed her left leg over her right. There was a spark of devilry in her lavender eyes, and it bore witness that Aeri was well aware of how Saffron was taking the situation. Chuckling, she gave a nod, her hand playing gingerly with the heavy Aatrox medallion she wore that hung between her breasts.

Several years ago, the Oiran Guildhouse adapted the Moross Crusade's pantheon. It had been a gradual introduction that had begun years before the agreement between Danger and the Moross Crusade, as their guild was also a form of a religious sect.

"I will relay that information not only to the Vortusa Biodome, but to the rest as well." She replied, leaning forward to pour herself a glass of water. Eyeing the cards, the coral skinned woman gave a small perk of her brow.

"Determining our fates already?" she inquired amused. While she did tease, she knew that Saffron had a skill for it. And the results were a little to accurate for comfort.

 

[Sentiri]

Location: Voris, Vortusa
Objective: Scowl and look down upon
Allies: [member="Zlethi'osim'rentho"]
Enemies: Conventionalism
Post: 03 (late to the party)

There wasn't really much else to say. Sentiri had offended the honor of Murrik. Despite the fact he was completely happy to do so to the exile that was Sentiri, Murrik did not like receiving a similar treatment. The First Order Intelligence agent-turned-diplomat implied that the delegate-elect was exactly like her: an exile, a cast-out of the Ascendancy, as were his people. Murrik got defensive and in a brief moment Sentiri was ushered out of his office and into the hallway. She had damaged his pride. Sentiri almost felt some elation over that.

Almost.

The conversation had lasted no more than ten minutes. But the Deputy Director was confident that Mr. Orentho could complete his task in half that time. Judging by the reaction of the delegate-elect, Sentiri could assume several things about the loyalties of the Chiss Quarter on Vortusa. They were still members of the Ascendancy, though likely only loosely. The colony had been established long enough ago that they were more or less forgotten. That left doubt whether the Ascendancy had much concern over the colony here at all. More than likely, any conflict that arose would see no intervention from the Chiss governing body.

If anything, these Chiss were indeed exiles, no different from her.

And yet, they were different from her. They still held onto their ridiculous pride. They had ideals that no longer served them but still these spurned Chiss clung to those ideals as if they were a source of life. One rational thought and they would see the truth for themselves. They could become autonomous. They could move past their traditions and petty opinions and progress. They could make something better of themselves instead of just being a useless chunk of territory. These Chiss, her former people, were fools.

Sentiri would never forgive her people or her family for their betrayal. But she was glad that they had betrayed her if only to have learned such a valuable lesson. Trust was an illusion. Words exchanged between individuals or organizations that only meant as much as would benefit either side. As soon as there was no longer a benefit to that alliance of words the agreement was discarded like so much flotsam.

Having had her bonds taken from her, Sentiri had no one to trust but herself. And that just made her stronger.