Dominion Apocalypse Now | Dominion of Kalee | NIO

[IMPCOM]

E M P I R E _ R I S I N G
( but spooky or something )​

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K A L E E
A P O C A L Y P S E _ N O W

Kalee. A proud world, the abrasive homeworld of the noble Kaleesh, some of the most gruesome and powerful warriors in the known Galaxy. When the Sith Empire subjugated them, one of the last worlds to fall under the Crimson Saber on the Braxant Run, it was a peaceful acquisition where the Sith were able to justly prove their might to the Kaleesh.

But they'd since felt the grip of their control of Kalee loosen until it was nothing at all with more and more gains of the New Imperial Order in their Braxant Run Campaign. Though the Ym'rii have long been thrust from the planet.

Kalee is in the fires of a civil war.

To one side, the Swords of Kalee. A coalition of tribes aligned to cut down all Sith influence over the Kaleesh and their world. NIO's dog in the fight.

On the other, the Dark Pact. Tribes ruled by warlords seeking to harness the dark power and use the Sith Code to make war on all those ever daring to subdue the Kaleesh.

OBJECTIVE I //: ALONG THE WATCHTOWER

The 224th Imperial Armored Division in coalition with forces sent by the ruling council of the Swords of Kalee have been bogged down in a grueling siege of Dark Pact forces stationed atop the ancient and hugely significant Kaleesh temple of Shrupak which has been desecrated and built over by the Sith warlords in order to be used as a seat of power and place of dark Sith ritual.

Calling on Imperial High Command, a task force of New Imperial Operatives have been ordered to help the siege break through and re-take the temple from the depraved thieves who have stolen it, a coalition of corrupted Kaleesh warriors and a holdout of Sith Legionnaires and Sith warriors.

Press the assault, break the siege, retake the temple.

OBJECTIVE II //: BLACK SABBATH

The Kaleesh Sith Lord Cyggys Keessk was once an ally to Irveric Tavlar during his tenure in the Sith Imperial Legions, conducting experiments to find a concise and effective means of inflicting 'Force Death'. It was successful, with Tavlar and the first batch of what are now New Imperial Death Troopers.

However, since the end of Tavlar's brief military governance over Mandalore and now the onset of the Third Imperial Civil War, Cyggys was supposedly 'slain' by Ryv on Concord Dawn but has since escaped to a facility on his native Kalee.

There he has bided his time, re-shaping himself by molding man and machine into a body akin to the legends of 'N-K Necrosis'.

Within his facility isolated within the periless shadows of Kalee's jungles, Cyggys readies for a return, a strike on the New Imperial Order.

Assail and stop him and retrieve all data relating to his 'Force Death' experiments as is possible. They will certainly prove useful to the Order.

Be wary, he is known to use unconventional means to disrupt those entering his compound.

OBJECTIVE //: BYOO

Whatever gets you to post, chief.

// SETPIECES //:
> Kalee
> Shrupak

 

[Tavius Muuaji]

Objective I:
Tags: Gideon Saigo

Tavius rode in the transport vehicle, helmet locked in around his head. A dozen or so of his brothers in arms rode with him. They were tasked with breaking the siege of the Shrupak temple. In his mind they imagined they could've just bombarded the structure from orbit and not even waste lives, but, he wasn't in charge.

He could feel the vehicle shaking, though remained unperturbed.

The alarm to deployment cut through his internal thoughts.

He was ready for battle.

 

[Gideon Saigo]

Obj 1

The 224th were bogged down. Casualties were running high, tactical integrity was on a steep decline.

They needed not specialists. They had failed them.

They needed crazy sons of bitches.
“Major!”

Grunger turned his head to the newly arrived corporal. Behind him a shit ton of armored vehicles.

“Reinforcements have arrived. Commandos too.”

“Storm?” rhetorical question. “We don’t need ‘em.”

One of the commandos stepped out of one vehicle. Zsinj decided to be cordial.
“Well, spook, what’s your brilliant idea. Tell us.”

Tavius Muuaji

 

[Tavius Muuaji]

Obj 1:

The previous brief had been short.

Formulating a plan on his own while in that transport vehicle, he stepped out, charric rifle strapped around his chest and other assortment of weapons collected over the past few years in his military career adorning his suit.

"Give me an artillery strike on the front. I'll need a squads worth of your fastest speeders."

Tavius had an idea that had begun to form, and based off the brief that he had, he knew those inside the temple had nowhere else to go.

The faster they got through here, the quicker they could subjugate the rest of the world.

Gideon Saigo

 

[Gideon Saigo]

Obj 1

If it was up to Major Zsinj he would’ve employed his favorite tactic to deal with entrenched enemy - gas them. Lob half a hundred gas grenades over their fortifications and in their trenches.

Kill ‘em all.

Nonetheless, he heeded the commando’s plan.

“Alright, I will give you Rembrandt and his goons.” that man was a vile but he was a former biker. 1 percenter. Caught his wife cheating, killed her and him and the another innocent bystander. Got left to rot in a Sith prison until the New Imperials came in needing manpower.

He fit right in the scums of the 45th Assault-CF Combat Group.

A dozen speeder bikes roared to life beside the Commando.

Somewhere on a vantage point, a forward observer called in the artillery strikes.

Tavius Muuaji

 

[Tavius Muuaji]

Obj 1:

Once he got confirmed for what he wanted, he circled up his men and moved on to the designated location to get their speeders.

The Storm Commandos had their own packs, speeders for transport and other assorted gear.

Just don't miss.

Those speeders roared to life and Tavius gave a hand signal to their man in the vantage point to laze the target. Behind the main line, a safe distance away, Tavius knew the shells would be flying up, glancing over his shoulder behind him to where he knew the weaponry was before he heard the screeching of the firepower coming down.

"Let's move!" He called out of their channel and the speeders lurched forwards rapidly towards the bombardments location.

The faster they got in while there was disarray, the longer a distraction they could provide.

Gideon Saigo

 

[Gideon Saigo]

Obj 1

Half of the 45th’s speeder dozen died immediately. Half of those from friendly fire all thanks to the artillery, half from rabid fire from the defenders.

Rembrandt took a Kalee pike to chest, still kept going. Who knew how?

Who cared? Not Grunger. He saw the opening made and barked for the fodder to rush in and fill in the gap before the karkers could regroup.

Someone with a heavy gun started dropping hellfire upon the Commando and the few remaining 45th speeders.

Tavius Muuaji

 

[Tavius Muuaji]

Obj 1:

When those artillery strikes came down and found their targets, Tavius' speeder sped forwards faster. In tow were his immediate squad, and as soon as they came under fire from the hostiles fortifications, the artillery shells came shrieking down, shaking the very ground the enemy stood upon. Sith troopers and warriors alike being flung from battlements to injuries or death.

The breach was made and Tavius' speeder was the first one through it.

In his time on Coruscant as a member of the Shattered Skull gang, he had owned a swoop bike. Similar to speeder, a lot more dangerous. If he could survive on Coruscant on a swoop, some backwater planet would be a breeze.

As his speeder came flying through the hole, the command was given for the troops to pour in, and he decelerated just enough to cut a sharp turn and lead the remaining bikes along the wall. Blasters and explosives were let loose as their bikes raced through the hostile frontline, enemies ducking and dodging to dodge both speeders, lethal bolts of energy, and the thermal detonators the half-dozen riders tossed at clumps of enemies.

From back where Gideon Saigo stood, he probably saw the explosions that rocked through the enemy lines and led to vast disarray.

 

[Cartr Arkhis]

Objective: 1
Cartr never expected to with his man gets moved so fast from one Imperial base to another, but this do not mattered, now in his TIE Slasher he awaited to to get Permission to masacrate alongsite Artilery strike Hostile land forces.
\/Permision Granted, Have a good hunt Captain Cartr\/
Finnaly he got what he needed, 30 fighters Flew out of Hangar of Star Destroyer and with typical for Ion Engines screem started to get closer adn closer to target. 8km from target the stoped getting lower and when they were just over the target the Atack Dive started. they droped Bombs and fired Missles on 500 meters, the enemy will find himself in Litelar Hell...
<Follow my lead>
<Looks like Enemy have some old A-Wings and is trying to use them against us> his wingman noticed the squadron of Hostile fighter comming from West.
<So lets Show them who they are dealing with>
<The gates of hell are This Way Bastards!>
His Squadrons are Showing their wrath, it is time for Black Squadron, 203 and 199 to show every enemy of Empire that they are dealing with Elite of Imperial Starfighter Corps, and that this ellite squadrons Comander is not known as "Fear of all Pilots" not without a reason.

 

[Gideon Saigo]

Grunger led the men forward; not from the front, mind you. Safely from the back. He sent men young and old to their deaths before, now and in the future. He had no regard for their lives. He cared for nothing else but his promotion. He’s betrayed the Sith for not promoting him, he’d betray the New Imps too if he had to for the same reason.

Hell, he’d betray his mother for a few credits more.

No man of paragon and he knew it. As a matter of fact, he paraded it. Even if it cost him points with the man with the strings - Harrsk.

This siege ought to off-set his bitching though. Maybe get him some bonus when they get to loot this shithole from all that was worth it -be it cyborg remains for the chop shop or force relics for the black market.

The 45th pushed along the 224th.

Many men died a gruesome death.

Who cares? Not Grunger Zsinj.

All seemed well with the Commando’s plan until a stray missile hit his speeder bike.

Tavius Muuaji

 

[Tavius Muuaji]

Obj 1

Slowing his speeder as he began coming to the end of the far end of the wall, he was on his journey of spinning about, rifle spewing death to those enemies that were climbing out of cover from fear of being run over.

It started from the corner of his eye as he began spinning his speeder back around to the guard tower. If the enemy got back together and regained their wits efficiently enough, that breach in the wall could be a slaughter for his allies. But he registered too late as a missile scraped along the side of his bike before striking the ground under him.

Explosive force sending his bike flipping upwards as he was forced to throw himself off of it.

Tavius was flung into a pile of corpses, to cushion his landing, his primary rifle gone. Part of his helmet cracked and pain all over.

Gideon Saigo

 

[Gideon Saigo]

The 45th and 224th literally ran through both Kalee warriors and Sith legionnaires due to their overwhelming numbers. They poured into the temple’s inner grounds like the plague. The epithet was not far-fetched, most of the 45th were as valuable to the galaxy as a scourge.

Grunger did not move an inch. Predering to remain in the safety of his armored car as he observed the unfolding action through tact-screens. He lit a cigarette and played a hand on holo-sabacc. Some idiot had bluffed him. He read right through him, cash money.

Rembrandt, still magically alive, hurried to help his newfound comrade - the Commando - only to die an anticlimatic death by tripping and falling down some ancient well. To this day his remains are there.

The Commando’s struggles did not end yet. Two massive Kaleesh warriors rushed him with vibropikes aiming to skewer him and enjoy him as a meal later. He looked juicy.

The skies above darkened, a premonition of something evil brewing within the confines of the temple.

Tavius Muuaji

 

[Cartr Arkhis]

Objective: 1
Cartr Seen succes on land but now he had more important thing in head than helping some Land Forces Commaner gain promotion Enemy A-Wings even thought being old and slow compared to his Fighter still were a problem, but he decided he will deal with them himself.
<All of you, help this Comandos on land with your firepower, enemy still got few Auto Riffles and Turets>
<Sir, alone against 36 Interceptors, this is Beyond Impossible!>
<the Order is Order, now I will have some Fun>
His Pilots still argued but they knew this is useless and done as he Ordered meanwhile he acelerated to full speed
<Now, Bastards I will show you what it means to FEAR>
he flew towards enemy fighters starting to rotate with anormous speed he started firing at interceptors, in just 5 seconds he destroyed 11 A-Wings, the enemy Pilots started to panik while he was Orbting them and destroying one by one with his armament showing them that in fact they never were as Hopeless as now. after a minute of Dogfight he destroyed all hostiel units and joined his underlings in support for land Forces.

 

[Cartr Arkhis]

Objective: 1
Cartr observed as battle goes on and then he observed lone Stormtrooper against many soldiers of enemy, he lowered and rammed most of them on height and speed enought to chop their heads with wings then he rotated 180 degress fighter and ended job With Auto cannons then flied highter to observe battlefield, suddenly observed one of A-Wings Wreck falling on Comander of land forces but he did not react he just observed and waited... Altrought he just noticed during flight one of wings got demaged, also somehow the targeting system was Down, he needed to go back to hangar to fix the demages.

 

[Tavius Muuaji]

Obj 1

Tavius was struggling on the ground. Rolling off of the bodies and onto his stomach as he huffed, seeing the wreckage of his speeder and soldiers on both sides fighting around him.

Two massive Kaleesh warriors were coming right towards him.

Air support that was provided by Cartr Arkhis brought down the guard tower that he was going for, debris flying off from the stone structure and striking one of the Kaleesh warriors, pinned or crushed underneath the boulder, Tavius couldn't tell, his vision still blurry, but he managed to unsling his scattergun from behind his back and to his front, and as the second, startled Kaleesh spun back on him to deal the death blow, the barrel erupted in orange, plasma coated slugs right into center mass.

The Kaleesh dropped to its knees before falling over on its side.

The 45th and 224th pushing past him, and likely buying him a few minutes of reprieve as he collapsed onto a collapsed barricade to regain his breath.

Gideon Saigo

 

[Gideon Saigo]

It reeked of death and fire. Just like any other battlefield, yet stronger. The Kaleesh stank obnoxiously and the wind carried the stench towards the safe and sound Grunger.

One more reason to detest aliens.

The two New Imperial units, both despising each other, carried on forward unto the breach. They were hungry for blood, especially the 224th; they had been stuck here for ages without a single flicker of hope as the casualties mounted.

A thick, black fog skittered across the air slowly forming a veil around the temple grounds. Harbinger of death.

“Commando, what is your status?” Grunger asked as per protocol as he played yet another winning hand at sabacc. They just might conquer this temple and he’d slap all the credit to himself.

An outstanding officer. An exemplary leader.

Tavius Muuaji

 

[Cartr Arkhis]

Objective: 1
As Cartr left his fighter enginers already staretd to look what is needing repairs and started repairing fighter, also Crew started to refuel it and reload missles and laser cannons
<all repairs will be finished in 15 minutes>
<Great I will wait>
after this time he jumped in fighter started engines and once again jumped into Fire of combat, observing Battlefield from Highter position he noticed that Land forces do not need supprot anymore, enemies were slaughtered, and now he just needed with his team to patrol skies in taret to not let anyone disturb them.
<Comander should we start to work on Objective 2?>
<I think we can wait a little>

 

[Dhuzgnar]

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OBJECTIVE I //: ALONG THE WATCHTOWER


“Do you bastards want to live forever!”

The yell from his fireteam commander cut through the air, the same way the blaster bolts were slicing and blaring through the thick underbrush and jungle overgrowth. Shouts in strange, foreign languages, that could be one or many to the ears of the unfamiliar Nekghoul. They sounded akin to the beats of wardrums, with the backdrop of rapid blasterfire coming from every angle. There were no finelines here, no clear cut trenches, only a series of poorly defined jungle trails throughout the world. Connecting the hotpoints of civilization. They had been cut off from their armor support for some time now, a shoulder mounted RPG had taken out their hovertank, and from there, they fled into the thickets. What else could they have done?

Now, they were being stalked, hunted down like a pack of wild dogs, further and further into hostile territory. Galactic war was still a new concept to Dhuzgnar, the idea of a blaster instead of a spear and shield was still something he was processing. He was pulled from a feral, backwater existence into the breach, into the world of hot plasma and city leveling howitzer barrages. How the Ancients tried to warn them, how the stories of the Fall made so much sense now.

The Infantry soldiers would occasionally send a blurb of blaster fire into the woods, where they claimed they saw some movement, some form of hostile. Though, they never were able to confirm kills with chucked pikes and red bolts slamming on their heels. Instead, they were at a near consistent deadsprint, a moving fire doctrine that was doing not much more than wearing them down.

Their radioman, screaming into a comlink a series of constantly updating numbers and callsigns, keeping local forces in queue with the squads location. Praying that it came with some promise of support.

Suddenly, the ground gave way, and the squad found itself sliding, catching on vines and twigs, before slamming back onto the forest floor. A rut, as it were, that dug through the random spatterings of plant life. Just deep enough to be even over Dhuz’s head, just deep enough to require effort to get out of.

Instead, they brought their blasters up, firing at the edges of the hole as Kaleesh warriors came raging at the ends of it, sending their cooked bodies stumbling and falling at their feet.

A symphony of blaster fire, command shouts, and a constantly updating stream of numbers.

 

[Cartr Arkhis]

Objective: 1
Cartr Flying with Squadrons over some jungle receivied Signal from some radioman calling for help.
<should we help em?>
<yes we will help them, 203rd ya will take out this tanks on east from them, 199th ya will take out Speeders and Light vechicles on west from our friends on surface, I and 191 will take care of most important and strogest part of enemy forces here>
When his Fighter moved into positions and started taking care of hostile forces, he started to think how easy he will promote after this mission, he already started to think about asking for more of TIE Slasherss for his squadrons.
<hostile Anti-Fighter cannon spoted>
His wingman reported
<I will take care of it>
Cartr said to comunicator and shoted a missle aiming for the mentioned cannon, after a few whiles he also got reports most of hostile forces got burned with Thermal bombs and missles,altrought he decided to still suport planetary forces.

 

[Volgin Alto]

V I D A G E
501st STORMTROOPER LEGION | 131st STORM COMPANY 'VIDAGE'
ALONG THE WATCHTOWER
FOCUS | Dhuzgnar
H E L T E R _ S K E L T E R

No better smell than Rhypalm in the morning. Kalee had already proven a tough nut to crack. The 501st all but universally took the reprieve offered to them in the wake of Bastion, the tip of the spear, the heroes of the New Imperial Order given their rightful rest from the front after leading the bloody charge through the Braxant Run at the back of the Sovereign Imperator himself. Some of them had been there since the start of his divergent betrayal. Kintan, Mandalore, the whole machine. Less and less of them as time went on.

The once green Anton Cassel had now postured himself an old head among his unit. He saw combat on Borosk on both campaigns, Bastion. It didn't mean much to the rest who'd been there all the same but as time passed being there at the fall of Darkness, at the raising of the Iron Sun over the Fortress Carnifex would've certainly marked a legacy.

None of that mattered on Kalee. Incendiary chemicals, fire and brimstone coated the air to make a noxious wind of death able to carry his squadron of Rapid Deployment Assault Gunships unto the Siege of Shrupak. All the Stormtroopers onboard the gunship were notified they'd gotten into the shit as soon as they heard the rapid beeping of a missile lock sound through the crew cabin before the cloud of countermeasures springing their wake silenced the foreboding cry.

As if divine will, the heart of darkness within the periless forests was all but a shadow to the fog lights cutting through the jungle of the gunships as they began to unleash their panoply of war aimlessly into the jungle. Sith Troopers, Kaleesh warriors, The Dread Imperial Helgardi at the beck and call of Kascalion's Sith Imperial divergent remnant were all here in force. But with the coming of dusk, the shrouded darkness of the jungle, there'd be no telling at all what they'd actually be facing.

One of them was pulled from the sky by a wayward rocket, Sith Imperial make, plummeting unto the overgrowth in a blaze of inferno.

<"Out out out!"> Anton ordered to his command squad as they all surged from the crew cabin of the gunship, the composite armor taking a great deal of the impact as his feet hit solid ground. Clammoring for cover he willed his repeater up into his arms once more. After Bastion, he wasn't sure he could go into battle with anything less.