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Dominion Arachnophobia | EotL Dominion of Atollon


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After the successful, albeit costly invasions of the Garn and Maldra systems, the Empire of the Lost initiates the next stage of its offensive with a thrust into northern ex-Coalition space. Atollon, a remote planet situated in the Lothal sector which once played host to a battle between ancient Imperial and Alliance forces, represents the operation’s primary target as the Empire seeks to destroy the rebel-aligned forces that remain in the system. With the successful conquest of Atollon, the Empire intends to finally stabilize the security situation in the Lothal sector, thus consolidating Imperial control over the region for years, if not decades, to come.

However, in moving to achieve their objectives, the Imperials encounter a number of complications which threaten to compromise their mission!

Objective I: Bug Squash

A prefabricated Imperial garrison situated in the icy wastes of the northwestern continental mass risks being overrun by an infestation of Krykna. These arachnid creatures, which on average reach the size of small escape pods, are considered to be native to the planet. However, in fighting off the infestation, the Imperials quickly realize that the particular subspecies of Krykna they have encountered on the northwestern continent are evolved, if not even deliberately weaponized. Their hides now have a thick carapace which magnifies their already-robust blaster resistance, giving protection against slugthrowers and kinetic weaponry. Sensor radiation, which was once thought to repel the beasts, now launches them into an uncontrolled rage, making the swarm dangerous and unpredictable.

In order to purge the infestation, the Imperials employ a number of methods both conventional and unconventional. Disruptors and heavy weapons have been issued force-wide to better combat the arachnids. In addition, a bioweapon capable of killing the Krykna en masse is in development.

Sub-objectives include the defense of the garrison until more heavy weapons and vehicles can arrive, the extraction of a team of Imperial scouts and officers who are trapped within one of the hives, and the collection of samples for the bioweapon.

Objective II: The Break
Even with Imperial victories at Garn, Maldra IV, Lothal, and Mon Cala, rebel-aligned forces continue to plague the Lothal sector, preventing the security situation from stabilizing as patrols continue to find themselves beset by hit-and-hype raids. However, a breakthrough in intelligence by the Quasesitorum has pinpointed the nexus of their support—a fleet replenishment station situated within interstellar space, just outside the icy oort cloud surrounding the Atollon system. An Imperial naval task force has been deployed, with the objective of either taking the station or destroying it. In turn, rebel-aligned remnants have mustered their fleet to protect it, which includes various small craft models, escort corvettes, utility corvettes, frigates, and cruisers. However, the anchor of their fleet is a formidable Blizzard-class heavy starcarrier.

Imperials, destroy the rebel-aligned fleet to eliminate the one of the last obstructions between security and chaos. For the Empire and the Empress!

Objective III: Imperial Charity
With the sudden departure of the Balthazar Long-term Interstellar Settlement Station prior to the Imperial advance, Atollon itself has been left cut off and isolated from galactic trade networks, plunging the few extant communities on the world into poverty. The largest of these communities—Phoenix Colony, located on top of a large mesa on the southern continent—has been left destitute, with its stores emptied of provisions and clinics deprived of vital medical supplies.

Until the arrival of the Empire.

Faceless clone and stormtroopers armed with various implements of construction march into the colony in lockstep formation, bringing with them cargo speeders and ships loaded down with supplies and provisions. Tasked with rebuilding, restoring, and restocking the run-down colony, the Imperials bring with them a veritable army of medics, builders, and relief personnel, with the aim of engaging the task in efficient military fashion. All the while, corporations and independent organizations have been permitted to join the effort, to build the colony up as a self-sustaining settlement.
 

Objective: II - The Break
Location: Atollon Space
Tags: OPEN
Fleet:

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Augustus stood behind the command podium of the Ragnarok, hyperspace streaking in front of him. He looked down at the datapad he'd been holding. It enumerated the enemy forces they'd be facing, none of which were enough to grant pause aside from their de facto lead ship. It's always carriers with these people, he thought, thinking back to the battle over Dac and the Strill Securities' battlecarriers. He turned his head towards the communications officer, not looking up from his datapad.

"Contact the rest of Jormangandr, make sure we are loading up on anti-fighter countermeasures. And try not to damage the replenishment station, if it shoots back then target the weapon emplacements, not the station at large." If they could capture the replenishment station, it would be less money for the Imperial War Machine to use on a new one. "Once we hit realspace, we go directly into formation Eins, full-speed flanking, catch them off guard."

A chorus of affirmatives rang out from his crew, right as the bridge lights dimmed, about thirty seconds remained in this jump. It's 0.1 hyperdrive getting them there quicker than the rest of the imperial forces. He could feel the hyperdrive decelerating, the lights and stars flying past grew slower until they were in realspace again.

Just as quick as they arrived, the fleet moved in unison taking their usual 'onion defense' formation and moving at quick speeds to flank their enemy. Augustus pressed a button on his command console, "Long-range gunners, open fire on the carrier."

The whirr of the Ragnarok's long-range arsenal was music to the young captain's ears, followed by the crescendo of raising barrels, finishing their symphony with concussive blasts of energy. The gunnery officer transmitted the data to Augustus's console, showing most were hits or near hits. I've seen better, but at least there isn't any anti-laser gas this time.

"Have all ships launch fighters, keep them close for now. Let's keep up the pressure, all ships fire when in range. Loki's keep your weapons primed for their starfighters."
As if on cue, Augustus could see the shimmering of smaller ships exiting the station and carrier. They'd be in range soon, but he knew the Loki's wouldn't engage till their lead, Mjolnir, opened fire.

They were about halfway through their first formation by this point and making headway when the first long-range weapons of the opposition rang through space like distorted notes. Augustus wasn't worried, everything was going to plan.
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August Arrived and began a fast flanking maneuver, firing his long-ranged weapons.
 
Will Smash Heads for Beer
Objective I: Bug Squash​

Snowtrooper Armor
LO-26R
NZ/BP-45 Heavy Blaster Pistol "Pistis"
Baby
x4 Thermal Detonators
x4 Flame Grenades

"I really need to give my commanding officer a piece of my mind."

Ami shivered collapsing on the stuffy couch and gripping a large bottle of Vodka. She won the drink from an underground fight against some Dark Trooper who thought he was hot chit because he was injected by sorts of chemical juices. Ami put him in his place a few punches to the face and throat caused him to collapse and she thought that she crushed his trachea judging by he was unable to speak afterwards. Or maybe he destroyed his pride either explanation was satisfying for her. Of all the areas to be deployed on Atollon, why did Ami have to be placed on the coldest place again?

Of course, Ami was stationed in an Imperial Garrison. A small area with no Holotv, no Hologames, just hours upon hours of target practice and the occasional unsanctioned fights for rations or other goodies. Boredom was the worst thing a soldier can endure and Ami wondered if the higher ups are just doing it on purpose. The more pissed off a soldier gets, the more they'll take out their anger and rage on the enemy.

"That's the thing," Ami took a large swig from the Vodka bottle enjoying the warmth it gave her body. "I love fighting pissed off."

Just then an alert blared out causing Ami nearly fall over choking on some Vodka. She was on her knees her eyes red and teary as she gave off some hacking coughs. The bottle landed on the floor shattering into pieces. "Frack me!" Ami growled in between coughs. "That was a good bottle."

"Alert!" The person on the intercom said. "We have hordes of Bugs on approach to the garrison!"

"Finally!" Ami hastily got up and grabbed her weapons and helmet which were placed near the couch. "A fracking fight!"

Time to give these bugs a warm welcome it seems. But seriously, Ami really should give her commanding officer a verbal beatdown. No more fracking winter deployments.

OOC: Open to anyone!
 



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Location: Atollon - Phoenix Colony
Gear: In Sig
Tags: Open
I Am Legend - W.Z.


Hands clasped tightly behind my back, and the ever-loyal Mystique sitting back on her haunches next to me, I watched the numerous hovercrafts flooded with supplies of varying descriptions course through the ghost-town like streets. Those that had survived or remained behind had suffered on a scale that had no accurate measurement of weight. I was indifferent to their suffering, raised in a society where every day was a fight for survival, and we managed to overcome our strife's without the assistance of any government or outside aid. But I was not here to pass judgment or lobby comparisons to their plight to ours.

The reverie from which I was spellbound was broken by a young Supply Officer handing me a datapad that contained a detail list of everything inside those transports.
"Did you check the list accurately and thoroughly to ensure we are not missing anything," I said turning on the device, my eyes half looking at the scrolling item list.

I found the answer to my question satisfactory, handing the device back to him.
"These people haven't eaten in weeks, maybe longer, and they will try to gorge themselves with food. Same as with any fluids given to them. Their stomachs and digestive systems are not in shape to handle such an overabundance, so we will put them on rations and slowly build them back up to where they need to be. Also, before any food is distributed, have the medical teams perform inspections of the locals, noting any dietary restrictions and such. And order the troopers to be ready for the locals trying to grab and run"

We needed to proceed with caution with the populace. Outside of starvation, disease and other physical ailments had struck the people hard; the innumerable graves dotting the landscape below and atop the plateau was testament to the horrors they endured. And those were only just the bodies we knew of.

 


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Objective: Objective 3: Imperial Charity
Location: Phoenix Colony, Atollon
Equipment: Tag: Lady Varokscar Lady Varokscar
Dialogue Legend: "Galactic Basic" | << comm. channel >>


Myri was in the lead truck of a convoy making their way to the makeshift starport the NISB had set up for relief efforts to be brought in. The battles with the Tingel Arm Coalition had left this planet in deep despair. Proving the philanthropic ways of the Empire a team was sent to see to it that things could be set right despite the system siding with the defeated rebels.

When she took the assignment, Myri thought it would lead to opportunities to expand her talents in logistics and planetary strategy. Myri loved seeing an opponent bleed on a battlefield not knowing what had hit them, but there was more to being an agent than that. Her aspirations mattered little to this mission however. Since her arrival all she had done was play babysitter to pilot and loader droids and make sure the relief goods received were not rebel tricks.

Today was a big day. Some rich Imperial farmer was arriving with the means to create massive indoor farms that would move beyond the needs of today and bring self sufficiency to the planet. It would be exciting if Myri was set to do anything but stand on the sidelines and watch.

Carmya Brimmen was the leader of the incoming mission. Myri had no clue what to expect, as the landing ships began to power down a chubby blonde woman a bit older than Myri was the first to descend the exit ramp and came straight at the welcoming host. "You are Agent Dara I assume?"

Myri gave a brisk nod and half smile. "That makes you Ms. Brimmen?"

A much more friendly nod and smile was returned to Myri. "Indeed though I would prefer to be called Carmya or simply Carm. Everything needed to start hydroponic growing is aboard the ships. I am glad the powers that be believed me when I said they would need a lot of loaders."

"Yeah. The powers that be…" Myri scoffed and almost chuckled. "They gave me one truck and two loaders. I took the rest without asking. There is another crew that just brought immediate relief supplies. Perhaps as the new 'farm' gets set up we can meet with them." Carmya nodded at this statement and the droids started their work.
 
Interstellar Space | Near the Atollon System | Lothal Sector
Friendly Tags: Augustus Von Strauss Augustus Von Strauss | Open
Opposition Tags:
GEAR: Lightsaber | Blaster

Objective II: The Break

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“Captain Dréze?” a stern young woman in a crisply pressed Imperial officer uniform addressed him. Kato was suddenly torn from his ruminating thoughts. Ahead of him swirled the blue and white vortex of hyperspace, visible through the large transparisteel bridge viewport on the Gargoyle. It was an Imperial Ten-Six-class Star Destroyer and the flagship of Kato’s small task group.

“Commander,” Kato said in a soft even-kelled tone. The single word was simultaneously an acknowledgement, an expression of comfort in her presence, and a question. A small look of concern on the woman’s face shifted back to her usual blank professionalism. It was his second-in-command, LCDR Sienna Carver.

“All ship defenses are ready. The TIE fighter crews are prepped in their bays.”

“Well done,” Kato replied, looking away from her and watching a holographic display showing him helm, engine, and weapons readouts alongside an ETA countdown timer, “Prepare for re-entry.”

“Yes Sir,” she said, snapping together the glossy black heels of her long boots before turning to face the bridge crew cloistered in their control pits bi-sected by a polished metallic catwalk above, where she and Kato stood, “Report,” she called out.

“Speed at point-three,” an engineer called back, “Countdown: 10…9…”

The seemingly infinite hyperspace tunnel became brighter. The white lines appeared to devour the hazy blue until they suddenly shrank back down to the tiny points of stars. 3…2…1. They had arrived.

“Drop docking bay shields,” Kato ordered.

“Launch all fighters,” Carver followed up.

Kato looked out at a battle already underway. Their target, the large fleet replenishment station, lay ahead in the distance. Starfighters buzzed around it like an angry hive. Between Kato’s task group and the station was Augustus Von Strauss Augustus Von Strauss 's fleet. Bold red turbolaser bolts lit up the void as his ships battered the defenders. Kato couldn’t help but awe at the graceful sloping lines of the Freyja-class fast destroyers. Truly things of beauty.

“Bring all ships to flank speed and prepare to join the attack,” Kato called to the bridge crew, “TIE fighters set up an advance screen. Choose targets at will but remember, minimize damage to the station itself.”

“Situation?”
He asked, turning back to the Lt-Commander, her gaze fixed intently on the tactical display as the TIE fighters moved ahead of the task group, each squadron in a wedge formation. Slightly startled from her focus, she turned to face Kato.

“Enemy fighters and support craft. Nothing large is moving toward us yet.”

“Very well then,” Kato responded, “open a hailing channel for me to the Ragnarok, will you?”

“Yes Sir,” she called back, touching a few holographic controls before a viewscreen appeared in front of the bridge viewport.

“Captain Von Strauss,” Kato said with respect to the fellow officer, “it’s a pleasure.”
 



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Location: Atollon - Phoenix Colony
Gear: In Sig
Tags: Myri Dara Myri Dara
I Am Legend - W.Z.

Hour after hour, coveys mowed into the city with supplies filled to near explosion. The Empire was set to do its part, save a colony. However, the Empire's arm didn't stretch far enough, some of the inbounds were laid to waste or plunder mercilessly by denizens or non-conformists. The Empire put into policy roving shifts of patrols, and yet, convoys would get hit. It was becoming a problem, an issue that needed direct attention.

"High Inquisitor," a voice of a very young male, one of those boys who found fascination in a military life, ready to give its all to make a difference, spoke up, handing me a report from those in charge of the relief effort. It seemed a new task had been assigned to me, to stop the intrusions of the conveys at any means necessary. So much for a relaxing post.

"You there," I said pointing my finger at a vehicle being driven by an unfamiliar face, one wore by
Myri Dara Myri Dara , "I need to commandeer your vehicle under code 456.78J." I showed her the coordinates saying, "Trouble."





 

Objective: II - The Break
Location: Atollon Space
Tags: Kato Dréze Kato Dréze | Open
Fleet:

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Jormangandr was about to reach the second phase of their aggressive formation, as the first wave of enemy fighters got close enough for Mjolnir to open fire. Their Leviathan point defense added another layer of notes to Augustus's destructive symphony, taking out the first few ships that crossed into the Loki's blanket of point defense. The reports came in fast, showing the success of the "onion formation." The field of defensive fire that was produced was impressive. After a few seconds, the Hofunds began to unleash their point defense.

"Captain, a friendly fleet has arrived. Signatures read it is under the command of Captain Kato Dréze." As the radar officer informed Augustus of this, one of the many communications officers spoke out.

"Captain, Dréze's command ship the Gargoyle is hailing us."

"Thank you both. Put Captain Dréze through please." Augustus responded, the visage of the captain compiling before him using the solid state hologram tech.

“Captain Von Strauss,” Kato said with respect to the fellow officer, “it’s a pleasure.”

"Likewise Captain Dréze," he said giving a slight bow to his comrade. "I wasn't expecting your task force this early, but it is welcome. We were just about to enter the second phase of my formation, I'll send it to you."

He looked toward his tactical officer and nodded. The formation plans would be sent through highly encrypted channels to the Gargoyle. As it was sent, Augustus pressed a button on his podium, informing his helmsman to adjust their heading to face directly at their enemy.

Augustus smiled as the nose of the Ragnarok settled into its new heading, now at the rear of the formation rather than the side. "Captain Dréze, please accept the chaos I am about to dispense and the opportunity that comes with it." He kept his comrade on his comms but walked around his podium to the edge of the upper command platform. "Forward artillery and missiles prepare to fire, target their corvettes and frigates first. Enjoy the light show captain. Fire."

The dorsal batteries on the squadron lit up the space around them, the largest coming from the Freyja's super heavy plasma artillery. The Hofund's combined 424 missiles seemed to almost blot the space around them, shooting far ahead of the squadron itself impacting several of the corvettes and frigates, taking out a few of the lesser defended ones.

In an attempt to counterattack, the enemy vessels began to unleash their own volleys at both Augustus's squadron and Dréze's task force. They unknowingly fell into the trap, they were becoming disorganized, attacking both forces instead of focusing on one at a time. I'd want to know what the commander of their carrier is saying right now. Probably 'dank farrik.' Augustus thought.

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Interstellar Space | Near the Atollon System | Lothal Sector
Friendly Tags: Augustus Von Strauss Augustus Von Strauss | Open
Opposition Tags:
GEAR: Lightsaber | Blaster

Objective II: The Break

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Kato looked offscreen to a communications officer seated nearby. She nodded to affirm that they had received the encrypted fleet formation maneuvers from the Ragnarok. The imperial ship designations appeared on the holographic tactical display. Long dashed lines indicated the intended motion of each vessel across the battle zone.

"Captain Dréze, please accept the chaos I am about to dispense and the opportunity that comes with it."

“I'm intrigued Captain, do you have something special in mind?” Kato asked. He didn’t have to wait long to see the answer.

Enjoy the light show captain.

Kato couldn’t help but crack a soft smile as a blinding succession of missile explosions, hundreds of detonations, moved in a wave across the enemy battle line. The incredible force of the attack put the defenders into a scramble. Their tightly knit hive of ships spread apart, firing long range shots at the attacking fleets and spreading into assault formations.

“Bravo,” Kato applauded verbally. It was a truly impressive display for someone like Kato who greatly appreciated the theater of battle. Captain Von Strauss had built a reputation for decisive action within the naval officer corps. Especially following his participation in the defense of the Mon Cala shipyards against a much larger rebel strike force.

It had been a recent topic of conversation among the crews defending the Shadola sector, where the Gargoyle had been stationed prior to the Atollon operation. Long quiet security patrols gave the naval officers an unhealthy amount of time to share gossip, rumors, and old war stories that tended to grow more fantastical with each retelling. Kato was thankful for the opportunity to be in the action again for a change, even though their mission detail had been limited to holding a perimeter defense and preventing the rebels from fleeing the station.

“We will be joining the chorus shortly,” Kato updated the fellow captain before turning to his bridge crew, “Report,” he called out.

“TIE Squadrons: Dagger, Onyx, Anvil, and Cutlass have crossed the safe zone. ETA to enemy defense line is twenty seconds,” a lieutenant reported aloud.

“Enemy starfighters have assumed attack formation. Sensors reading additional fighters deploying from the heavy starcarrier,” another young lieutenant's voice added to the chorus of call-and-response.

“All hands assume phase two battle positions,” Lt. Commander Carver ordered.

“TIE squadrons will reach the enemy’s first defense line in five…four…three…two…one. Contact,” the first lieutenant called out.

“Divert energy to the weapons’ systems. Return fire with long-range turbolasers. Take us to the edge of firing range and hold position,” Kato ordered calmly. They would indeed prevent the rebels’ escape but he intended to do a lot more than that. ​
 
Objective I: Bug Squash
Sub Objective: Retrive Eggs

Outfit: Snow Quarren Defense Force armor
Tags: Amiggie Lutih Amiggie Lutih |



Binn used her connection sin the Quarren Defense Force to get an alias name with a squad of Quarren. She hand picked them for the job, the job of eradicating Krykna... or in their case getting eggs to send back to a Krykna scientist.

For why shouldn't the organization named after the creature have a bunch to utilize.

The smaller Quarren frigate dropped out of hyperspace and deployed the squads Imperial LAAT down to the garrison. Binn under the QDF name Lieutenant Demios stood at the front of the crew compartment. One hand up on one of the hand holds the other holding the winter helmet in the crook of her arm. "Alright troops, our goal here is simple. We help push back the Krykna. Then secure some eggs for the Venerable Dr. Any questions?"

One male mostly red skinned Quarren speaks up "Will I be able to use the liqui-fire orb launcher?" Another large Quarren bobbed his head in agreement.

She smiled "Of course, as long as we get a cluster of eggs secured... fire is probably a good tool."

Nods of agreement are interrupted as the pilot comes over the comms "We are close to the LZ, it is hot. I repeat the LZ is HOT."

The Imperial LAAT reacts the altitude to open the side doors the squad sees blaster fire sporadically towards a few cave openings.

In what felt like a flash as the pilot poured on the speed they were near the Storm troopers giving covering shots while starting to disembark.
Binn curses in her head Frik... didn't expect dropping into them. Oh well there is a job to accomplish.
 
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Objective I: Bug Squash​

Snowtrooper Armor
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NZ/BP-45 Heavy Blaster Pistol "Pistis"
Baby
x4 Thermal Detonators
x4 Flame Grenades


"Let's go 54th! No one lives forever!"

Ami's commanding officer: Major Janson Starbern in front of the entrance towards the startled yet eager Stormtroopers who quickly formed a line. Though their helmets masked their expressions, Ami had been apart of the Stormtrooper corp long enough to tell that her brethren were anxious and ready to pull the trigger at every dead bug. "For fracks sake!" Ami thought having a horrible feeling that Starbern here was readying a typical officer speech. "Why does every fracking officer feel the need to do a damn speech! The damn bugs are at our doorstep!"

Starbern was a bit older than Ami around 25 years old, judging by his rigid motion and wide-eyed look. The idiot looked like one of those fresh graduates from OCS or officer school. In other words, a soft place for people who got in because their mommies and daddies wrote a nice letter of recommendation plus a good sum of creds. "He never seen combat before!" Ami thought. "Moron got stars in his eyes!"

"On this day! The storm gathers!" Starbern began to pace around the base. Two Stormtroopers gave a small groan while one gripped his electrical staff presumably to hit his commanding officer over the head. Ami couldn't blame them, this was the beginning of a cliched ridden "motivational" speech. "This is going to be total Hell to listen to." Ami thought. "Let us count the cliches."

"We will FIGHT the storm with courage in our hearts!" Starbern yelled raising his fist. "We will stand firm! It is do or die! We must not give an inch!"

"Too many fracking cliches!" Ami thought gritting her teeth. She fought, mercenaries, Mandalorians, even Jedi. But this was the biggest challenge in her career. "I almost rather face death at the claws of the bugs than listen to another word."

In fact, how about Ami just shoot the chit and feed his corpse to the bugs?

"The forces of darkness!" Starbern yelled. "Will not yield to the Empire of the-"

The door smashed open and a horde of bugs broke through the garrison. Starbern screamed like a schoolgirl who discovered a zit on her face as one of the bugs bisected him with one snip of its pincers. He continued to scream despite his upper half of his body hitting floor first before being devoured by the bug.

"Fracking finally!" Ami yelled firing upon the bugs. "I wanted to shoot the bastard myself.”

Binn Toskros Binn Toskros
 
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Wearing: Cultist Catsuit

Armed with: Red Lightsaber

Objective: 1


House Io had been torn in two.

Her wife was absorbed into her ex-lover, effectively killing her.

Most of her own Nuetralizer children had abandoned her upon discovery of the Model 0.

The irony couldn't have been crueler and more blatant. She had broken away and violently resisted the likes of the Alliance and the Silver Jedi, accusing them of being party to a cruel and unjust system that casually allowed the senseless butchery to occur when they could stop it. Stop all of it. She had advocated teaming up with their hated enemies, having perceived the threat of the Bryn'adul to be that severe--

--and the Defectors had gone and thrown her own logic back in her face. They had called her out on having become party to a cruel and unjust system that casually allowed senseless butchery to occur when she could have put a stop to it years ago . So they had advocated teaming up with her cults hated enemies and violently resisting the status quo, fleeing to establish their own shadow state as she had done. A shadow state headed by her own Father, no less, who, she was finally understanding, was possibly as mentally damaged as she was, just in a different way. Arianna had defected to his side, and helped murder The Battalion.

She had been denied a fair fight at both the end of her original life AND at the end of this one. She had been ganged up on. Her father had sneered at even the thought of some big, dramatic final duel, catching even The Battalion off guard with just how brutally pragmatic he really was, just how utterly determined he was to crush the Cult, postering, posterity, and decorum be damned.

The irony couldn't have been more blatant. It was so obvious even a maniac like her couldn't ignore it.

But The Parliament was so far beyond gone mentally and emotionally that though she acknowledged the irony, she just didn't care at this point. She wanted bloodshed.

Vengeance against her father for his treachery.

Vengeance against House Li-Ves.

Vengeance against the Defectors.

Vengeance against Syd.

The obsession with the Jedi had up and left her after the civil war. It had surprised her, how quickly and easily it fled with half her navy gone. Khemost ransacked. Too few hands to risk scavenging in the deeper tunnels of Khemost. Her Wife dead. Most of her children disowning her.

The Parliament was irretrievably insane at this point. Even if you stripped away the Force, turned her human, it would change nothing. Her hatred had never had anything to do with the Dark Side.

It has always, always come from within. It has always been her choice.

Her forces were licking her wounds. The Cult was withdrawn. What few of her children stayed desperately trying to keep order.

Only she herself could be spared.

The Parliament trudged through the winter cold of the Imperial Garrison in a skintight white catsuit, eyes a moldy, rotten yellow color with no visible pupils. Her face betrayed no emotion, but inside all her personas were brimming over constantly with murderous fury.

She had sought the Dark Side precisely to prevent what had just occurred, and she was pissed off.

She crushed one of the giant bugs cruelly and slowly as it came near her, hurling it like a projectile with Force Crush. The next three died by a simple red lightsabers fast and brutal cuts in the Form One style. Her oldest. The one she knew the most.

Most of the Garrison was already under assault, but she kept her calm walking pace, using only her lightsaber and Force Crush, not even a lot of anger in her swings.
It was busy work. A way to vent rapidly boiling over frustration. But there was a certain lazy quality to the cuts as she butchered the deadly insect creatures. She felt only pure, boiling hate despite her placid expression, casually ripping into the insects, making sure to stay out of the way of Amiggie Lutih Amiggie Lutih as she Force Crushed an insect right behind the soldier that had been about to pounce.

"Not the nastiest critters I've seen..." The Cultist muttered dryly. "Still wouldn't wanna pay for whatever big spray it's gonna take..."

Her red Lightsaber swung lazily about, cuts designed to inflict pain as much as kill...

Binn Toskros Binn Toskros
 
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Objective: Objective 3: Imperial Charity
Location: Phoenix Colony, Atollon
Equipment: Tag: Lady Varokscar Lady Varokscar
Dialogue Legend: "Galactic Basic" | << comm. channel >>


Myri and Carmya Brimmen arrived at the spot for the farmer's experiments. The first transport was unloaded when the other "humanitarian" arrived.

"The loaders are at your disposal Carmya. I will see to it that security personnel are provided once set up is complete. I think that is about all I can do for now. I am no farmer," Myri said in what passed as a smile for the agent.

"You have been more help than I anticipated getting from the Bureau," Carmya responded with a nod and a smile. "I am sure you have other things to see to."

In truth there was not much for Myri to do, but in a semi-hostile system she could hope something would require her attention. Then the High Inquisitor addressed her. "Junior Field Agent Myri Dara at your disposal my Lady. The vehicle is yours to command as well. Get in we’ll be at your destination in no time."
 
OBJECTIVE I: BUG SQUASH

CURRENT MISSION - The Only Good Bug...
Immediate Goals -
1: Defend the Garrison!
2: Eliminate the Krykna! (??? out of ??? eliminated)
2.1: What's causing the bugs to bug out? (optional)

FRIEND(s) - Laertia Io Laertia Io || Amiggie Lutih Amiggie Lutih || Binn Toskros Binn Toskros || Related Imperial BLUFOR

FOE(s) - Bugs, Bugs, and more bugs!

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Laertia Io Laertia Io || Amiggie Lutih Amiggie Lutih || OPEN

An orange lance from a Fire-Spear split one of the more sadistically suffering bugs beneath the crimson blade wielding cyborg's vengeful delights. It's owner was a strange sight. Cloaked in beskarweave, the azure armored Lasat was mantled by a meter long pale-scaled drakeling, with a lightsaber jangling on her hip, it was clear to most that this figure was of Mandalorian origin.

Or some parts of whatever's left of her was.

She felt present, at the very least, worn down from duty and the changing of the galaxy. Here and now, the rote repetition of battle was wearing down the once optimistic and romantic view of her place in the Galaxy, as a wandering chevalier... Part of her presence here was to be strong where no-one else could be, doing the less glamorous work to help the denizens of this planet survive under their new masters.

For now, the meter long drakeling leaped and flew forward, breathing small bursts of fire on the gradually growing hoard of aracno-adjacent creatures. The Lasat lanced quickly and quietly, with seldom any flair for theatrics - her duty was to ensure that the garrison made it out alive.

A look would be exchanged between the raven haired ravager and the faceless visor of the Mandalorian, both were trained in the Force - the Breath of the Manda - one that understood that her red-bladed compatriot was working through her issues, but denoting that she wouldn't tolerate anything further than necessary catharsis. They were here on business, not for pleasure. Next, she regarded the woman in snowtrooper armor.

"ETA on possible reinforcements?" she idly asked, stopping to stand with her lance upwards, allowing the drakeling to quickly tear the jugular of one bug before quickly returning to the folds of the beskarweave cloak, shivering ever so slightly from the cold.
 
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Objective I: Bug Squash
Sub Objective: Retrive Eggs

Outfit: Snow Quarren Defense Force armor
Tags: Amiggie Lutih Amiggie Lutih | Laertia Io Laertia Io | Kebii'kara Solus Kebii'kara Solus |



The pilot spoke over the comm to the squad "Be careful, the sensors show the Krykna have made it into the base."

Binn took a deep calming breath under the helmet. "Alright lets go pincer the Krykna, then we can move towards the primary objective."

Nods greeted her from the Quarren squad. They were there to show that the Quarren Defense Force was there for the Empire like it was to throw out TAC from Dac.

Binn fired the first few shots of plasma causing the Krykna to chitter and charge. Pwal takes the raging injured Krykna down with a single shot of his sniper rifle, firing twice more through the heads of the next closest to Binn on her blind side.

The hulking Quarren Urta not wanting to be outdone runs ahead with two pressurized tanks on his back. Orbs of flame fly out engulfing circular areas with flame. Quickly engulfing a fire amount and driving the rest back. The squad moves toward the breached building regular shots glancing off carapaces here and there while the pyro Urta barbecues Kyrkna after Krykna.

Finally she is able to see others inside through where the Krykna had broken through and open comms to them "Hello I am Lieutenant Demios of the Quarren Defense Force. We are here to help."
 
OBJECTIVE I: BUG SQUASH

CURRENT MISSION - The Only Good Bug...
Immediate Goals -
1: Defend the Garrison!
2: Eliminate the Krykna! (??? out of ??? eliminated)
2.1: What's causing the bugs to bug out? (optional)

FRIEND(s) - Laertia Io Laertia Io || Amiggie Lutih Amiggie Lutih || Binn Toskros Binn Toskros || Related Imperial BLUFOR

FOE(s) - Bugs, Bugs, and more bugs!

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Laertia Io Laertia Io || Binn Toskros Binn Toskros || Amiggie Lutih Amiggie Lutih || OPEN

Regarding the Quarren Lieutenant, the Lasat idly lifted her commlink to respond, her drakeling acting as a pair of eyes, their snarls foretelling of imminent lancing while the reptilian creature remained contentedly close to the comforts of the cloak.

"Acknowledged, Lieutenant." the Lasat cooly continued, lancing the aracnoforms in one hand and keeping a hand to her visor - both to maintain open comms and to scan the area for a semblance of a strategy against the oncoming threat. "Kebii'kara of the House Solus, Contract under Her Majesty of Lianna." she turned, narrowing her eyes at the two manic women who enthused themselves in the din of combat. One, distinctly Force Sensitive and the other in Snowtrooper armor. "We have friendlies here, times one Force User and at least times one SCAR Squadron." It would be remiss of her to not be aware of who her "friendlies" were - although one could surmise people with a normal amount of limbs, basic capacity for speech, and didn't swarm civilized areas could be construed as "friendly. "Are you to be our rescue, our reinforcement, or to redirect us to an objective, Lieutenant?"
 
Interstellar Space | Near the Atollon System | Lothal Sector
Friendly Tags: Augustus Von Strauss Augustus Von Strauss | Open
Opposition Tags:
GEAR: Lightsaber | Blaster

Objective II: The Break

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“Detail the Medusa and Perseus to move ahead and support the fighter squadrons on the forward vector.”

“We’re not pushing the attack, sir?” Lt. Commander Carver asked, confused by her captain’s perceived hesitation.

“Suddenly doubting the ferocity of our TIE pilots, Commander?” Kato replied, lifting one blonde eyebrow, playfully questioning.

“No, of course not, but won’t the frigates be vulnerable on their own? Not to mention the reduction to our flank protection,” Carver said, flustered by the sarcastic accusation.

“Tell me, why do you think the enemy capital ships aren’t pushing us right now?” Kato asked, tilting his body to face her directly.

“They’re afraid of our firepower,” Carver replied confidently.

“Not exactly. Let me ask in a different way. If you were commanding their defense, what would you do in this situation?” Kato let the question hang in the air. Carver turned to stare out at the battle ahead. Her brow furrowed in thought. The noise of voices, buzzers, and keystrokes seemed to disappear as she focused. Then it came to her.

“Cluster around the station,” she answered.

“Why?”

“Higher concentration of fire, and they know we can’t risk damaging the station by destroying their ships so close.”

“Precisely. So?”

“I...I’m sorry, sir. I’m not sure what you mean?” Carver replied, trying to remain professional and hide her growing aggravation. Conducting a thought exercise in the middle of a battle seemed to her as highly inappropriate timing.

“So what do we do, Commander?” Kato let each word fall out slowly. The aggravation became subtly visible on her face. Carver turned back to look out at the dazzling colored lines of laser fire in the distance. Her hands tucked behind the small of her back, she held the practiced officer posture, puzzling in her mind to find the answer Kato was hinting at.

“The Medusa and Perseus have reached the enemy defense line,” a lieutenant called up from behind a control panel.

“Acknowledged. Halt them there. Overlap fields of fire.” Kato called back before turning to Carver, “Commander?”

Lt. Commander Carver could feel sweat beginning to bead up beneath the brim of her officer’s cap. This wasn’t a decision she was supposed to make. Why was Kato testing her now? She stared at the two Celox-class frigates ahead of the group. They looked out of place positioned so far ahead of the task group. Their point defense weapons spewed neon green laser bolts and flak rounds into the rebel fighters that swarmed around them. It didn’t feel right. She could see the enemy torpedoes splashing hard against the exposed ships’ shields.

“We should pull them back,” she said curtly.

“No,” Kato replied sternly. Carver’s mouth almost dropped open. Was Kato sacrificing the frigates? It wasn’t like him to recklessly put so many lives at risk. Her aggravation boiled over, cracking her officer’s poise.

“Sir, I have to disagree, we-”

“Look,” Kato cut her off, gently lifting one finger to point out toward the battle. Carver turned to look in the indicated direction. Several enemy corvettes and cruisers had ignited their thrusters and were moving sluggishly toward the exposed Imperial frigates. It dawned on her.

“You’re luring them out,” she said with an air of sudden clarity.

We’re luring them out,” Kato corrected with a soft smile, “rebels like these follow a very loose command structure. Their morale is rooted in bold acts of courage; moment to moment. This is an opportunity they simply can’t resist.”

Turning back to the command pits, Kato addressed the crew, “In ninety seconds take us forward at flank speed. Medusa and Perseus, engage retro-thrusters at half speed. Siren and Vexis will move with us in formation. Detail the Argus and Pieta to hold on our port flank and swing wide once we’re in firing range.”

Ship by ship, the rebel defense would break. ​
Kato baits out a group of rebel capital ships
He moves the Gargoyle in to capitalize on the attack
Several corvettes swing to flank the incoming group
 


Objective: II - The Break
Location: Atollon Space
Tags: Kato Dréze Kato Dréze | Open
Fleet:

Augustus watched out of the viewports as Kato’s task force began to split up, his frigates pushing up alone. A newer commander would want to draw them back into the defensive fire of the rest of the fleet, but Augustus saw what he was doing.

He smiled as the enemy fleet began to disperse, a few cruisers and corvettes taking this “opportunity” to hit Kato’s force. Augustus wasn’t sure if he was going to push around or through and Kato just answered for him.

”Put me through to Captain Dréze and our captains.” He said towards the communications officer. His face flashed with the colors of his ships lower terminus megamasers as he waited for the communications officer to confirm connections.

The communications officer held up his hand, signaling the connections. “Connections confirmed Captain!”

”Captain Dréze, thank you for distracting the enemy. Thanks to you, I now have an even better plan.” he pressed a few buttons on his podium and a battlemap displayed above him, but in front to the other commanders. ”Because of the captain’s strategy, I am going to adjust our final push. A few of the corvettes and cruisers have become disconnected from their main force. Now we have two avenues of attack, so I’ll be splitting my forces into two lines; The Ragnarok and Fenrir lines, my vessels should know who to follow.”

The battlemap continued as Augustus explained his strategy. One part of his fleet would push straight through the newly created avenue and the other would circle around the rear of the enemy, putting the enemy between the imperial fleets here.

”Ragnarok line will push through the new avenue, while Fenrir will push around. Our fighter craft will disconnect from our force to bomb their carrier and larger vessels, reconnecting when the majority of the squadron comes together. So, I only ask you Dréze to try not to shoot my ships.” Finishing off with a small laugh.

He turned to his helmsman, ”Helm, execute turn into lines and full power to engines, were buzzing their formation. Kriegshiffe Vor.”
 
Objective I: Bug Squash
Sub Objective: Retrive Eggs

Outfit: Snow Quarren Defense Force armor
Tags: Amiggie Lutih Amiggie Lutih | Laertia Io Laertia Io | Kebii'kara Solus Kebii'kara Solus |



The battle was something she personally didn't get to do much. And it was against others with the same amount of limbs and moved roughly the same. Not Krykna that had neither. At least Urta was having fun with his wall of flames. Meanwhile the drop ship lowered a pallet of the cylinders Urta had on his back, before moving off into the Imperial landing area.

"Acknowledged, Lieutenant."

"Kebii'kara of the House Solus, Contract under Her Majesty of Lianna."
"Pleasure to meet you." She want sure which one of the group a ways away she was yet. But soon enough she would.

"We have friendlies here, times one Force User and at least times one SCAR Squadron." It would be remiss of her to not be aware of who her "friendlies" were - although one could surmise people with a normal amount of limbs, basic capacity for speech, and didn't swarm civilized areas could be construed as "friendly. "Are you to be our rescue, our reinforcement, or to redirect us to an objective, Lieutenant?"

Listening to the remainder of the comm Binn took in the main people of the Garrison. "We are here to be reinforcement, but also carry a secondary objective for the scientists of the QDF. They want a good amount of the Krykna eggs for further research to see who made these. And assess the threat further." Binn just conveniently left out that the QDF Scientists were also on the payroll of the Krykna organization due to them desperately needing funds after the TAC clamp down debacle. It was a boon for the Krykna seeing as their full budget left them uncaring about more funds. The heavy handed punishment made the scientists desperate for more money to fill the sudden budget shortfall. And a perfect target for brining into the fold.
 
Will Smash Heads for Beer
Objective I: Bug Squash​

Snowtrooper Armor
LO-26R
NZ/BP-45 Heavy Blaster Pistol "Pistis"
Baby
x4 Thermal Detonators
x4 Flame Grenades


Though Ami didn't like the commanding officer much, he was the commanding officer and with his death, that meant there was nobody to take his place. With most of the officers probably killed, far away scouting the surrounding area, or deserted when they realized that the bugs were more numerous and determined than anticipated, it meant that remaining Stormtroopers essentially running around like Chickens with their heads cutoff.

"That sucks," Ami mumbled continuing to riddle the incoming bugs with blaster bolts. "But that guy was a pompous prick."

Pompous was a word that Myri Dara Myri Dara used to describe her bosses who loved putting her in suicidal posts. Ami kept warning Myri that spooks will always see each other as steppingstones. It was no doubt some guy didn't like Myri for whatever reason and pulled some strings to either kill her or put her on missions so insignificant that it won't do much for her career. The NISB was full of snakes according to the rumors and Myri jumped head first into a den of them.

Ami looked up and saw a familiar face fighting the bugs. "Chicken Legs?!" Ami shouted. "Nice of you to join the party!"

A Quarren appeared as well claiming that they were there as reinforcements. "Corporal Luith," Ami said. "Command pretty much bug food and comms are fracked so we're blind here. I guess the objective is to clear these bugs, I suppose you can do that eh Slick?"

Laertia Io Laertia Io , Binn Toskros Binn Toskros Kebii'kara Solus Kebii'kara Solus
 

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