Faction Benevolent Gods | Agents of Chaos

[Paragon of Virtue]

Only few still cared about Morcanth. A little while after the Agents of Chaos had arrived on that planet and liberated it from the Grysk and their wicked ways, the three hundred indentured servants had been sent to Scintilla, and the Agents themselves, true to both their word and ideology, left the planet to reign itself. Whether one of the three species that lived there would come on top and rule the other two, whether the three would just end up killing each other, or jumping on ships to escape to other parts of the Galaxy, it was none of their concern. Discordia did not care what happened with Morcanth now that it was free, and neither did many of the Agents' leaders and key individuals.

After relative silence on Scintilla, during which Eve continued to be built, during which more and more spheres were added to the construct, the Agents of Chaos did not remain idle. Few set out to scour the Galaxy, to discover what other planets they could liberate with the resources at their disposal. The Core worlds and parts of the better known Galaxy were still too powerful for them, and while they were liberators, they were not martyrs, and would not die for anyone.

Soon enough, the Scouts of Chaos returned. A small planet that had gone completely unnoticed by the rest of the Galaxy at large that was called Zosha, but had just recently been taken over by the Empire of Rannon, a rising figure in the more distant and remote parts of the Unknown Region. To the Agents, the opportunity was ripe, and ships were mounted and filled with combatants quickly.

But too fast had they gone, for once they landed on the planet, they learned that the locals quite enjoyed being part of the Empire of Rannon. The Empire had streamed budgets onto the planet, jobs were now available for most of the population with unemployment drastically down, food was always plenty now, and even with the taxes imposed on them, they were living lives much better than those they'd had before. In short, they did not answer to Agents of Chaos' ideologies, and they wanted to have nothing to do with them.

But the Agents of Chaos would not leave, for the Agents of Chaos did not believe that the improvement of the situation on Zosha mattered at all.

The locals have raised militias and arms, and are fighting you. Every city on Zosha is prepared to kill any Agents of Chaos that make the attempt to come near it. They do not want the Agents there, and they are willing to fight to force them out. Rumors of reinforcements sent by the Empire of Rannon have already been picked up, but thus not a sign of them have been seen. The locals are using mostly old and outdated weapons; basic blasters, grenades, maybe even a slugrifle or two.

A small number of natives do not wish for the Empire of Rannon to remain on their planet after all. Quietly, they have reached out and asked for help. These people will help you sneak into cities. But, they have asked for peaceful solutions. Try to sway the native population that the Agents of Chaos way is the right way, or risk everyone turning against us.

Some of the Agents have decided to act on the rumors of the incoming forces of the Empire of Rannon and are waiting in space, ready to shoot them down. Be on board or take any of Agents of Chaos' ships and prepare for a space battle that if you win, will shatter the hearts of the natives, but if you lose, mean your ideology and believes are worth chit.

Spoiler: Agents of Chaos

[member="Aoife Ironborne"]
[member="Alwine Lechner"]
[member="Angelo Cavataio"]
[member="A'Runda"]
[member="Børre Drage"]
[member="Bacu Topol"]
[member="Bedrovelse Hevn"]
[member="Celestine deWinter"]
[member="Celiana"]
[member="Custani Valcho"]
[member="Darren Shaw"]
[member="Darth Kentarch"]
[member="Darth Tacitus"]
[member="Elias Logain"]
[member="Hanna"]
[member="Ingrid L'lerim"]
[member="Immortal Cyan"]
[member="Kamyrin Gyvolis"]
[member="Karlie Lynn Destat"]
[member="Katerina Vaden"]
[member="Kiiardos Rah"]
[member="Kyrinov"]
[member="Larentia"]
[member="Lieutenant Walsh"]
[member="Madalena Antares"]
[member="Nighthaunter"]
[member="Nix Scamandros"]
[member="Nyree Justice"]
[member="Petra Cavataio"]
[member="PrincessNatalie"]
[member="Renn Garrick"]
[member="Reyn Australis"]
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]
[member="The Bridesmaid"]
[member="Vaulkhar"]
[member="Wegli Jinrang"]
[member="Wilhelm von Reinhardt"]
[member="Wonderworker"]
[member="Yeetus Deletus"]
[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[Wonderworker]

Objective Two: Infiltrate
Location: City of Corba

The world felt vaguely familiar contemplated the healer. He had chosen a location which provided a great vantage over a half-dozen blocks of township and residency, watching from the hilltop of a grassy knoll. It seemed to serve as a park of some form, outfitted exquisitely with the sort of devices one might expect from a place of recreation: a half-mile length track which curved and slid around a genteel pond, a playground which still emitted the occasional giggle and laughter of children, even what appeared to be an adolescent's attempt at a drink stand, providing refreshment to anyone who was worn down by the winding track.

Peaceful and tranquil, though the reason for the Wonderworker's arrival meant that those circumstances would almost certainly quickly change. Of course, he was not there to cause any harm to the populace, nor would he threaten those he deemed as innocent souls frolicking hither and thither. There were those affiliated with the organization who would think otherwise, of course, but he did not cater to their whims like a mere hound. His was a work of great value to the cause, for he possessed a talent to convince and persuade without the utterance of a silver tongue, nor the trap of a corporate deal.

The calm figure nearly jumped when a heavy-hand rested sternly upon his shoulder, but managed to retain enough of his composure so as not to embarrass himself too greatly. The local; she was a woman who lived within the town, and who had seemed intrigued by the implications of freedom from Rannon provided by the Agents, jerked a thumb behind herself, signalling to a large and bright building visible from the knoll, and began to speak, "Time to prove yourself. You've got your things?"

A pat at his own side re-assured the miracle man that the rat's cage had been securely fastened to his waist, though the occasional chittering and squirming of the captive creature should have been a reminder enough in retrospect. It had been kept well by the proselytizer, but its purpose would soon be realized, and it was doubtless that it would not survive the proceedings. With a nod of affirmation, the pair began the lengthy walk to the local hospital unit, passing through alleyways the closer they came, dodging glances from cautious and ruthless locals who had been whipped into a frenzy of bloodlust against the Agents. Through some methodology of subterfuge and casual deception, the pair arrived at their location, and were admitted.

The lobby of the building seemed fairly quiet, the occasional cough or sputter breaking the eerie silence that often preceded the more wretched aspects of hospital-care. Here, an elderly Twilek whose head-tails had begun to droop and sag, seemingly with age. There, a reptile of some nature whose torpid nature provided evidence enough of their affliction. Elsewhere still, a rugged man coated in sewn rags, and with a stinking putridity to his presence that belied his usual standards of living; not all among Rannon's rule had benefited from the incursion.

The Wonderworker didn't dare to speak, lest he commit a social faux pas in the process. The locals held to their own customs as all did, and the idea of an outsider interrupting their routines would only paint him as a greater anathema to avoid and eliminate. Instead, the woman who had traveled alongside him was the first to speak in recognition of his presence. "One of the outsiders says he's a healer, and he can help you all out." She offered, drawing the attention of one or two of those within the lobby, but altogether not stirring anyone to their feet for one reason or another.

That was to be expected, of course, and so the Wonderworker took greater steps, slowly marching across the room to the vagabond he had spotted earlier, whose stink assaulted his nostrils with every step, and whose verminous qualities were only exacerbated by proximity. Regardless, the gift would be given unto them as evidence. The miracle man stooped to the level of the sitting hermit, out-stretching a bare hand to him in offering with a simple statement: "I can offer you more than Rannon, if you'll only believe."

Desperation often causes destructive results, and the vagabond knew that an opportunity such as the one presented to him would net him greater benefit than whatever paltry care he might receive with his pitiable credits. Flesh touched flesh, the ill meeting with the healthy, and thus were bound as one together in a firm shake. Power like a vesper fluctuated through the grasp, coiling and binding around the meat of contact, entering and exiting and transferring what one possessed, and what one desired to possess.

Color retouched the cheeks of the vagabond as his sickness was dispelled from his body, taken into that of the Wonderworker with little more than a sigh. Surprise, perhaps even shock caressed the features of the healed, and the speed with which he arose caught the attention of others in the lobby.

Soon, others would be convinced.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: A café near the hospital that [member="Wonderworker"] is at.
Wearing: Bigass cloak that is covering her | Armor | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 8 Nozhi Blades | 2 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Tag: [member="Wonderworker"] | [member="Kyrinov"] | [member="Aoife Ironborne"] | +Open

Scherezade sat comfortable in her chair at the café and smiled at [member="Kyrinov"]. She had been surprised to find a mission partner of old show up at Agents of Chaos, seemingly out of the blue, though once she'd given it more thought, it made perfectly sense. He'd always been aloof, super secretive. In more ways than one, he was a much better candidate for being a super secret spy than she had ever been, and one day, when they didn't end up stumbling into each other on a field of battle, she was going to invite him for a drink so that he could tell her. Or so she hoped, anyway.

Her little cappuccino cup was filed with full fat cream and a few cubes of ice. It felt fancy to drink it that way.

Of course, she and [member="Kyrinov"] were of the very few that were there at all. Local rumor had it that some weird group that called themselves the Agents of Chaos or something like that were killing people because they liked being part of the Empire of Rannon. It sounded so silly. Who would want to kill people just for being part of the Empire? Her free hand slid along her thigh, feeling the blades of two different knives meeting there beneath the fabric of her armor, and she smiled. Because she would. She totally would. And the Agents of Chaos gave her free reign to do it all. Never again would she have to hold back from who and what she truly was. The only thing she needed though was to find a better name for it because let's face it, harbinger of doom sounded more than a little tacky. But she was confident that she'd find a proper title, eventually.

And little did Scherezade know, that not too far from her sat [member="Aoife Ironborne"], a Witch that would soon enough become the only witch she had ever met that had no Dathomiri roots at all. There were also a handful more of people, two of them employees of the place, that seemed to think that hiding from war in the same place as coffee machines was the smart thing to do.

"I'm pretty sure there's no one here we can convince that liberation is what they need in their lives," she said after taking a sip, her glowing green eyes resting on [member="Kyrinov"]. "How much time do you think we can spend here before they realize it makes no sense that we do?"

 

[Madalena Antares]

Location: The Capital City
Wearing: Armor
Wielding: Meymad
Tags: [member="A'Runda"] | [member="Hanna"] | +Open

The scent of panic and fear hung heavily in the air, and Madalena, now the Dark Paladin of Chaos, smiled. With her were two; [member="A'Runda"], whom had joined her after their meeting on Tatooine, and [member="Hannah"], whom she had met the last time the Agents of Chaos went en-masse to liberate a planet. To the former, she had offered direct Force training, though the time between Zosha and the previous planet the Agents had freed by storm hadn't left enough time for that. But both of these, whom she could not help but view as younglings, were on her mind.

And today, her precious younglings, would wreak more destruction and havoc. There was no ulterior motive in her eyes this time. They had come to Zosha and they had offered its people the freedom that they didn't quite know yet that they desired. And they had been rejected. So now this Empire of Rannon that no one had ever heard about before would not only die, but it would take large parts of Zosha down with it. Of course, she knew that others were trying to get to the hearts of the people there, to make them see the error of their ways. But she was not one of them.

For too long she had fought for those who should have known better but had not made a single step into that better. No longer. The people of Zosha had chosen not to listen, and so they would die, while screaming for the very protectors they had thought would keep them from it, but instead had only caused it. And how simple would it have been to avoid this entire unnecessary situation in its entirety, if only the Ronnanians had stayed at home.

"Where are your protectors now?!" Madalena roared over the crowds, "Where are these people that you had deemed so trustworthy, so good, that they gave you jobs and food?!"

With ease, Madalena's left hand rose, calling one of the people who had been attempting to run away to her, her fingers closing around his neck. He was a young man, and would have probably made a field worker or something, judging by the combination of his lithe body and tall frame.

"They cannot save you," she smiled sweetly, "They've put a target on your backs and left you to deal with the rest of the Galaxy all on your own. This is what belonging to an Empire does."

Pushing the boy away, he only had three steps to take before he dropped, Madalena's hand snipping through the air in a motion that would indicate to those that knew her that she had used Telikinesis to make his heart stop.

"Until I hear that you recant the Empire of Rannon, that you are free to govern yourself," she said, her voice booming over everyone before going silent, turning to [member="A'Runda"] and [member="Hanna"], "Leave the elderly. Kill everyone else. If they change their minds about this whole silly Rannon business, you stop."

 

[CETCOM]

Location : The Opportunity (1 CY-450 Destroyer)
Objective : To defeat the Agents of Chaos and maintain control over Zosha

On board of the Opportunity , Admiral Valin Aeretill was in the ships Conference Chambers where he was being briefed by the Rannonian Emperor as Aeretill’s ship was headed for Zosha. Aeretill had been recently promoted after taking part in the conquest of another Planet and with the recent news of the rise of a new threat the young Admiral was sent to Zosha in order to defeat the Unknown Enemy in which would be later identified as the Agents of Chaos. The name alone told Aeretill that these Agents of Chaos were here only for one purpose , to stir an uprising against the rule of the Benevolent Emperor. Already there had been reports of people trying to turn the people against the Benevolent Emperor and now the Empire of Rannon had to react.

After his briefing with the Emperor and being told of the possibility of being demoted and possible reassigned shall he fail , Aeretill began making plans for his counter-attack against the Agents of Chaos. Being one of the most brilliant commanders of the Empire of Rannon , Aeretill was aware of the Agents of Chaos long before their Assault on Zosha taking notice on their attack on Morcanth against the Gyrsks in which alerted many Factions within the Unknown Regions about their Presence.

Due to the threat posed by the Agents , Aeretill sent spies in order to “study” the enemy and get an insight on their tactics. However these spies never returned in time as the Agents had already made their strike against the Empire forcing Aeretill to act quickly. Then Aeretill’s Fleet of, 1 CY-450 Destroyer , 1 CR-170 Carrier , 3 CY-330a Cruisers , 1 CY-420 Interdiction Cruiser entered the system and prepared to engage the enemy. “Activate the Interdictor Cruiser and prepare all TIE Aexium Fighters. We shall not let a single member of the Agents of Chaos escape our grasp. For the Emperor.” Said Aeretill as he arrived in the Bridge. “For the Emperor!!!” His men replied in unison.

The Rannonian Imperial Army and Navy were extremely loyal to the Emperor as he rewarded those who served the Empire greatly and his punishments were light as the Emperor instead of punishing his officers for their failure by harsh means , decided to have his officers “reflect” on their failures by mostly demoting and assigning officers while going as far as placing them under House arrest. However through these measures the Emperor was often called the Benevolent Emperor due to his great actions. Unlike other Galactic Emperors the Emperor valued his people above anything else and seeked to improve the conditions of his followers. But now the Empire faced a threat that could ruin years of progress and the Emperor sought to protect his people by using any means necessary.

 

[Be'iqaronn]

Location: City of Celeste
Wearing: Dragia M1 Light Infantry Armor
Equipment: R82 Precision Rifle | The XR-18 Revolver | Combat Knife | Grappling Hook | WESTAR-35 blaster pistol x2 | Thermal Detonator x3
Ship: Locus Class Fighter
Vehicle: 74-Z speeder bike
Objective: Cause Hell
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Wonderworker"] | +Any newcomers

Renn's ship landed on the far outskirts and a 74-Z flying out of the back. With the doors closing behind him he shot towards Celeste. Reading the GPS on his HUD it read the names of the cities closest, Mandalena and 75 from Corba. His plan was to deal with his location then call into the others. As he sped closer to the town, but he would sneak in somehow. Checkpoints surrounded the place, with a wall. Stopping his bike in a patch of trees, he hopped off going to the wall.

Scaling the wall Renn waited for the guard to pass and dove to the other side. Walking in he looked suspicious but wasn't detected. His destination was a very close on that block. Hopping into a hotel he ordered a room on the 3rd story, the man running the place gave him a nod and didn't charge him a dime. Walking up the stairs he made it to the room listening to the sounds around him, he didn't want anyone sneaking up and getting the drop.

Sitting at the open window, his R82 lay on the sill, pointed at the building across the street. This was a militia safe house and zooming in on it watched a soldier put in a code. The numbers displayed on the top right, deciding to wait he sat there thermal detonator in his hand, he waited on a militia squad to pass by then he would make his assault.

 

[Kyrinov]

Location: Corba Café
Gear: [Armor] | [Amnesia]
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Aoife Ironborne"] | + Anyone Interested

Scherezade was a welcome sight. Very welcome, in fact. The young man hadn’t seen the former Pathfinder in what felt like ages. Being a former Archivist, the Epicanthix did not find himself on the battlefield often, but in the times that he did take to the field, he was likely to run a mission or two alongside Scherezade. He’d often heard of her being like a shadow in the night, finding ways in and out usually before any alarms were tripped. But, missions were missions and sometimes things popped up unexpectedly to the unexpecting.

He promised himself that he’d get to know her as more than just a mission partner or another name and face he’d memorized. He sipped at a rather delicious hot drink that had something called espresso and milk in it. He believed Scherezade called it a latte[italic]. Whatever it was it was amazing, and even better with a splash of Raava in it.

He sat down in his chair, hoping he wouldn’t bring too[italic] much attention to himself, which was easier said than done given his stature and hauntingly pale complexion and hair color. Nevertheless, the café was a nice change of scenery and ambience. He just wished the reason for their occupancy was more...pleasant. He offered a small smile to his old partner. “I’m not sure. I wouldn’t stay for too long, we do have a mission to help complete, after all. Perhaps no more than another hour?”

He glanced up from her and took in his surroundings, steel orbs flicking over the two baristas roaming the shop to attend to customers and flying again over all of the patrons of the small hangout. He took note of their expressions, posture, body language, and general awareness in a matter of a minute, never lasting too long on a single person. This was a rather unfortunate but useful survival tactic from a less than healthy childhood, though he never lingered on this thought either. Too many repressed memories or flashes that could resurface at any moment.

“What about you? Do you think we can stay long,” he inquired, bringing most of his attention back to her. “Is there someone that catches your eye in this place or should we move on?”

 

[Malachi Smelone]

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Location : Imperial-II Frigate
Objective : To gather Intelligence about the actions of the AoC and extract an important Anti-AoC Zoshian Politician

Things were going bad in the Unknown Regions. Only days after their strike at Morcanth and the decimation of the Grysk Hegemony , the Agents of Chaos decided to make their next move in which proved to be more ambitious than their first offensive. Malachi Smelone was surprised at the sudden appearance of the Agents of Chaos and their sudden moves. Already they had proven to be a force to be reckoned with having decimated an entire faction in which was itself an Extragalactic Species.

Malachi Smelone had managed to convince the Fel Emperor to lend him a small flotilla of 3 ships in which he could use to spy on the AoC. This Flotilla would be composed of 1 Imperial II-class Frigate and 2 Reaper-class Corvettes. As he received his small Flotilla , Smelone was tasked by the Fel Emperor to determine if the AoC was really a threat to the Fel Empire or not.

Willing to prove this Smelone immediately set course for the Zoshan System in order to gather intel on the AoC’s actions on the planet as well as find a staunch Anti-Independence Zoshian Leader Vin Furr who was the leader of the Pro-Rannon Empire Faction that dominated the Planet and supported the Rannon Empire.

However he had arrived a little late. Already as he spotted a Rannonian Fleet , Smelone could determine that the Battle had already begun. However he was still dedicated to his mission and immediately he moved forward to order his ships to move quickly within the Upper Atmosphere of the Planet before the AoC can realize. Having contacted the Rannonian Admiral , Smelone’s Ship managed to reach the Upper Atmosphere of the Planet and Smelone proceeded to board one of his shuttles and proceed to land in the Capital City where Vin Furr awaited him.

As his Shuttle proceeded to land in Vin Furr’s private residence in the Capital city where Vin Furr and some Zoshian and Rannonian Troops awaited him. As his Shuttle landed on the Landing Platform Smelone was greeted by Vin Furr. “Welcome Mr. Smelone to my residence come now let’s talk” Malachi then followed the Zoshian Leader into his living room where they began talking.

“So Malachi what brings you here to my planet”
“I’m here on a mission to bring awareness about the Threat of the AoC to my superiors”
“Ah yes the Fel Empire”
“Yes one of my superiors who is a Corellian Aristocrat named Maracel Yorkell seeks to form an Alliance against the AoC as he sees the AoC as a threat to his interests”
“Okay…Why come to me”
“Because your people are being massacred by the AoC and some of my Espionage Droids present have already captured many videos of their atrocities. Once other Factions realize how brutal the AoC really is they will join Maracel’s Alliance and help us vanquish the AoC”
“And what do i have to do in all of this”
“You are key for the plan. As the Leader of the Pro-Rannon Faction on this planet and a major opponent to the plans of the AoC. You are key in getting the People of Zosha on our side”
“Well if you are trying to enlish my support against the AoC then you have it. These AoC idiots think that they can come to our porsperus planet and attack us like that hell no. Our Emperor will retaliate against them and our struggle with inspire others to fight against the Inhumane AoC”
“Good then i would like to use your Residence as a Base for my Espionage Operations if that’s okay with you”
“No Problem Smelone , No Problem”

And with that Smelone managed to recruit one of the Main Leaders of Zosha. Using Furr’s Residence as the Headquarters of his operations more Shuttles arrived and delivered the Equipment necessary to begin the intelligence gathering Operations. From Furr’s Residence Smelone would be able to see everything that happened outside through some of his Espionage Droids and send everything back to the Fel Emperor and the Rannon Emperor as a means of recruiting both the Fel Empire and the Empire of Rannon into the Anti-AoC Alliance

 

[A'Runda]

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Location: Capital City
Wearing: Worn Plastoid Armor
Wielding: Lightsaber, and Gaffi Stick
Tags: [member="Madalena Antares"] | Hanna

A'Runda stood close to Madalena, closely watching as she executed a panicked man before the crowds in a swift yet public display. He understood why he was here, and what the mission was. Madalena made sure to not allow him to be ignorant to the tasks at hand. Much like she informed him while he made it clear he would accompany her on her crusade. Eventually she turned to face him and Hanna, someone else she seemed to have picked up, and informed them of what they needed to be doing. Although he wasn't doubting that he made the right choice in following Madalena. He was having a hard time recognizing the same team leader he became a little familiar with before.

The Tusken nodded to her words. "Understood..." He said before equipping his gaffi stick. As he held his traditional weapon he imbued it with The Force. Providing it with durability able to withstand the blow from a lightsaber. "I'll be the two of you later, hopefully then the message will be more clear for these people." A'Runda added before turning to begin heading on how own destructive path within the city as the crowds fled from them.

However, A'Runda was in no rush to cause carnage, or slaughter in vain like Madalena commanded. He wanted to be a little more clever and calculated in his efforts to quell resistance. Being someone who was a little too familiar at being in a place where mostly everyone else wouldn't mind to see you dead. Yet the Tusken thrived on his home world by letting others know that he was the better alternative to worse outcomes like other more violent Tusken Raiders or crime lords. He would try and apply that same method and logic here.

His thoughts were cut short however, as he made his way down one of the streets with his gaffi stick in hand. A man with an old blaster pistol came into sight and tried to kill off the invading agent of chaos with a red plasma bolt being shot from their blaster. Quickly A'Runda reacted by reaching out with his hand and letting the bolt strike his open palm. It looked almost as if he'd catches as fast ball being pitched to him. Yet his hands stung badly despite using The Force to absorb the energy from the blaster bolt as best he could. Looking down at his hand he saw some nasty scorch marks on his glove where he felt the burns on his hand. However, his hand didn't get blown off, to he felt like he succeed pretty well in absorbing the crimson bolt giving him a sudden jolt of power in the process, and A'Runda knew how he was gonna use it.

With his arm, he cocked himself back, holding the gaffi stick almost behind him before tossing the Tusken war club. It spun around in the air violently as it rushed forwards. By the man knew what A'Runda was doing it was too late and the club bashed him on the head with a loud cracking noise before the weapon spun back in the air into A'Runda's waiting hand. He'd just tossed his club like a lightsaber and it worked pretty well, especially considering he wasn't that great at telekinesis. But the extra energy added by absorbing the blaster bolt aided in his power briefly.

Then the Tusken realized now where he should be heading. He needed to remove any public institutions that he knew would resist him and the other Agents here. As well as aid in his plan to show others that siding with other Agents like him will be a better alternative that what he had in store.

It was time for him to bring the heat...

 

[Hanna]

Post 1
Location: Capital City
Equipment: Hanna’s Phase I Haywire Armor, F-11E Blaster Rifle, 2 Sonic Grenades, 2 Impact Grenades, Phase I Sword of Eve
[member="Madalena Antares"] @A'Runda

Hanna could only watch in silence as Madalena crushed the heart of one of the local insurgents, causing many in the crowd to scatter like insects before her eyes. Though she had spilled blood in the Battle of Kibra City, she could not help but feel conflicted at the thought of killing unarmed innocents. While their support of the Empire of Rannon was abominable, most of the people in the crowd before her were civilians. Fortunately, most of them ran as soon as blood began to spill. A pair of older men moved to pick up the body of the young man that Madalena had killed, but upon seeing the crimson stream seep from his mouth and the glassy stare in his eyes, they realized that he was beyond saving. The two men seemingly intended to leave the scene, but with sudden and abrupt motions, they turned around and fired a total of four shots from their previously concealed blaster pistols at Hanna. The diminutive Qilin managed to dodge the first two, but the last two struck her directly in the chest. She immediately felt an intense burning sensation which elicited a harsh scream from her lips before she collapsed behind a nearby duracrete barricade.

Though the material of her skintight armor was visibly smoking, the suit was otherwise fine. In spite of her pain, the Haywire Armor had done its job in protecting her from severe harm. The bolts would leave her with a first-degree burn on her chest, which caused her more pain than it did harm.

However, Hanna immediately perceived that the two men were advancing on her when she saw the movement of their shadows. With a hiss on her lips, Hanna leaned out of the side of the barricade, sighted her F-11E blaster rifle, and double-tapped the closest one. The extreme heat from the bolts caused his flesh to spontaneously disintegrate and two burning holes appeared in his chest as he collapsed to the ground. Upon seeing the gruesome sight of his partner’s smoking corpse, the other man immediately dropped his pistol and turned around to run. However, before his weapon hit the ground, the man’s skull was simply blown apart. The now-headless body tripped over its feet before crashing into the street, never to move again.

 

[Wonderworker]

Location: Corba Hospital

Resilient though he was, there was only a certain number of sicknesses and wounds that the prophet could intake into his body before his natural resilience began to wear thin. Already, a disgustingly nauseous sensation was raising bile in the gut of the man; it was almost certainly the result of several different variants of flu and cold, though at least one rather severe stomach wound had been absorbed by the miracle maker, and it was likely interfering handily with his lower intestines. For all of the weakness filling him, the Wonderworker put on the stance of someone who could not be harmed by the mediocrity of disease lest the 'miracle' of his abilities be discovered.

He leaned into the nearest wall, heartily slumping against it as he finished in his ministrations upon a sickly child. Another soul would need to take the burden he bore soon thereafter, or he would be rendered incapable for the duration of the operation. Though, he had already managed to stir the hearts of several dozen within the bounds of the hospital, his gift urging them to gratefulness, driving them closer to the palms of the Agents, and away from their imperialist master. For all of the benefits provided by Rannon, they had still been afflicted at times with severe disease and injuries, but with the assistance of the miracle maker, even such grievous troubles had been dispelled. What use were grandiose homes, and well-paying jobs when one sank slowly into the grip of pestilence, or when a simple accident rent one to mere pieces of what they had once been?

With the child's sickness compelled to leave her miniature form, the Wonderworker turned his attention more carefully to his own rapidly degrading health, recognizing that he would need to act quickly to guarantee he didn't fall victim to the machinations he had supposedly cured. Palms outstretched to the gathering crowd; those patients and doctors from other parts of the hospital had quickly begun to gather within the lobby in order to be given absolution and assistance by the proselytizer, the Wonderworker excused himself, "Allow a moment that I may consult with divinity, and I will return to you." Those gathered did not truly wish to see the mender leave their immediate presence, but some of those who had been healed of particularly gruesome issues were quick to provide an impromptu blockade for the man, allowing him passage.

The masked figure stepped slowly and methodically down a hallway, plunging deeper into the hospital's innards, using the tiled floor beneath his feet to measure his steps and give the impression of bodily solidarity, though in truth he felt a desire simply to fall onto the ground, curl into a ball, and allow his many afflictions to take him. Instead, out of sight of the crowd, he reached what appeared to be a lavatory compartment, and promptly locked himself inside. Alone, he gingerly unstrapped his mask, placing it just out of reach as he lapped fresh water from the sink, scooping it into his hands and down his throat with increasing rapidity. Though he was not quite as capable of a traditional healer in the sense that the doctor's were, even he was aware that an exceptional thirst often accompanied sickness, and that its satiation would allow him to focus.

A still-wet hand fell to the vermin's cage at his side, the occupant having fallen into an agitated slumber amidst the restlessness of the hospital lobby. A singular finger gingerly inserted into the container, until it had pressed against the rising flank of the rodent. Flesh was contacted with flesh, and the binding between them could be felt by the Wonderworker. Power coiled around the form of the creature, directed through the finger of the prophet, digging through skin and nerves and bones. Relief flooded the miracle man as the transfer neared its completion, the insidious transportation of minor wounds and diseases into the body of the rodent. At completion, the creature's eyes opened only for a second before its heart stilled from the influx of viral material, not suffering, but fulfilling its purpose.

He was still, of course, quite ill. The small rodent had only been able to take a few very minor wounds; cuts and scrapes and a stress fracture had all been given to it, and some of the weaker strains of minor sicknesses. More grievous and major issues such as the lower intestinal wounds were still held by the Wonderworker, but he felt confident he could continue with some measure of his burden satiated. With a contemplative glance at the fallen animal, the miracle man returned his mask to its position of masquerade, and stepped out from the compartment into the hospital proper.

Their forms freed of pestilence and the persecution of damage, the crowd within the lobby were eager to hear the revelations of the Wonderworker, and to hear what guidance he had to offer them. "Friends. Companions. Bind yourselves with red cloth around your wrists and around your foreheads so that all will know that you have renounced your allegiance to Rannon. I will not call you to arms, but in doing this, you will save your own lives. Go out to your families, and to your friends, and inform them of all you have seen. Know that such gifts of mercy will only be given in future to those whose hearts align with our cause."

There was hesitation in some, but the mentality of a mob holds great sway over the hearts of the individual, and those who were most grateful for their cleansing were quick to locate ribbons and articles of clothing with which they could mark themselves as resistors against Rannon's rule. Sporadically, some whispered conspiratorially of their terminal kindred, and implied that by assisting the foreigners, they might be able to save them through the blessings of the Wonderworker. Others discussed the location of weapons they had stowed away from the initial incursion, and some talked of pamphlets which might be printed in future days.

With his work complete, the mender of wounds exited the hospital's lobby, back into the outside world. He would need to ensure that others were aware of what he had done, and so it would be prudent to speak to them if they could be found. Recognizing the necessity for it, he began a casual walk down the streets of Corba, eyes passing over nearby structures in search of familiar faces. ([member="Kyrinov"] ) ([member="Scherezade deWinter"] )

 

[CETCOM]

Location : The Opportunity (CY-450 Destroyer)
Mission : To Defeat the AoC

Due to the absence of any opposition from the Agents of Chaos in Space , Admiral Aeretill ordered his Fleet to move into the Upper Atmosphere and begin deploying Crank-class Troop Transports in order to land Imperial Rannonian Troops near the Capital City and protect the Important Officials located there. The plan was simple, Imperial Forces under Commodore Adrian Varino would land in a small village near the Capital City where they would meet with the Local Militia. Then the Rannonian Troops and Zoshian Militia would march on the Capital and eliminate any AoC Agents present in the Capital City and evacuate all High-ranking Officials such as the Regional Governor , the Zoshian Leader and the Leader of the Pro-Rannon Faction on Zoshi.

As the Crank-Class Troop Transports landed in the Village , the Rannonian Forces began deploying their Troops along with Vehicles such as the CVW-601 Heavy Assault Tank , the CVW-803 Tank , the CVW-512 Troop Carrier and the CVW-718 Heavy Artillery Vehicle. After having assembled the Milita Regiments and the Rannonian Troops , the Zoshian Forces began their March for the Capital with the Objective of Securing the Capital City and repelling all Agents of Chaos.

In His Star Destroyer , Aeretill believed that the Capital would be secured and despite the Empire of Rannon’s Efforts , the Agents of Chaos would be able to manage gain support in certain areas of the Planet. But the Rannonian Admiral knew that no matter how much people they Recruited there would still be opposition to their plans and that the Empire of Rannon would be able to retake control over Zosha.

The Ground Forces under Commodore Varino continued their march towards the Capital City gaining more support from the Local Militias in which were eager to protect their people. Finally the Imperial Force of 20,000 Men arrived in the Capital where they saw the horrors and atrocities committed by the Agents of Chaos. People lying dead in the streets having suffered horrible deaths. The Commodore in his Troop Carrier was astonished as he saw how brutal the Agents of Chaos really were. Willing to avenge his fallen citizens he ordered some of his men to move out and secure some of the Sectors of the Capital City while his main Force pressed forward towards the Capital City’s Capitol Building.

Elsewhere on the planet , Local Militias throughout the world began assembling their forces while the Leader of the Zoshian People made a worldwide broadcast calling for his people to take up arms against the Aggressive and Genocidal Agents of Chaos and fight to defend their planet from the invaders. He also assured his people that the Rannonian Army had arrived and revealed the Presence of the Rannonian Fleet in the Upper Atmosphere. With this the people of Zosha were inspired and thousands of Zoshians took up arms taking whatever weapons they could find and pouring into the streets to face the Agents of Chaos.

The People of Zosha were loyal to the Empire of Rannon and would not give up the opportunities given to them by their Benevolent Emperor if this was a fight the Agents of Chaos wanted then the people of Zosha would give them one.

 

[Slayer]

Spoiler

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Vn1Q-S7sWg[/youtube/

"I really hope that no one comes near here."
"Its just an armory. If anything, there are more important places to hit."
"Like what?"
"Big Wig Towers, Police Stations, Military Stations."
"That Makes sense. But aren't we working with the Military?"
"Yeah. But the place is fine. Its all tightly knit. Not even a Sith could break in here."
"I hate to ask this, but do you hear music playing?"
"Um... Yeah. What is it?"
"I am not sure? You think one of the recruits is just fooling around?"
"Probably."

However, gunshots could be heard in the distance. Calls for aid as there was an attack going on. Rapid Fire shots, large booms from some kind of weapon. More shots. Even more firing. A couple death screams. As the two guards directly in front of the door stand there on duty. The music they were hearing becomes louder and louder as each second passes.

"That... doesn't sound good."
"No it doesn't. Get ready to face whatever is there."
"What if its an entire force?"
"We were told not to move right?"
"I know but.."
"Come on. Just ready your weapon and take cover."

Doing so, they take cover behind some barriers near them. Aiming their weapon between two other smaller buildings. Seeing some people running back and forth as out from between the two structures walked a single armored individual. Clad in a green armor, a single bright red light on his chest, and blood covering his body. Clearly he was one of the ones killing people. However, The music had stopped.

All that could be heard was his footsteps with distant warfare.

The hatch designed shotgun was popped open. Letting two smoking casings pop out back at the person. Bouncing off of the chest of the armored suit, and then filled slowly one at a time, two shells. Snapping the shotgun with one hand. Brought down to either side, the double barreled weapon was then lifted at the two.

"Lower your weapon! Or you will be fired upon!"
"I don't thin-"

His voice was cut off with a loud crack sound. Not sure if it was the firing of a grapple launcher, or the skull being caved in due to the force, but as the other guard looked over to where he was, His frame became a green blur as the body anchored against the barricade allowed him to propel himself forward. Directly at the two. Just as he hit the barrier, the man jumped into the air over the man. A second crack was that of the twin barrels exploding with force. Directly down at the man. Not much was left of his hat or head.

The grappling hook coiled back up into the shotgun, and was stopped with bits of flesh still attached to the hook. Reaching up and removing them, the green individual walked over to the bodies. Easily picking up the body, dragging it over to the scanner on the door, and pressed the guards hand against the scanner. Bingging at him with approved access with the name "Gregory White" being welcomed inside.

The body thumped to the ground as the individual once more loaded another set of rounds into the weapon, while walking inside. A small grunt escaped the helmet of the figure as he rolled his shoulder from some previous hit he had taken earlier. Something to do with a rifle but against his arm. However, that mattered not. Their body was left behind now.

 

[Be'iqaronn]

Location: City of Celeste
Wearing: Dragia M1 Light Infantry Armor
Equipment: R82 Precision Rifle | The XR-18 Revolver | Combat Knife | Grappling Hook | WESTAR-35 blaster pistol x2 | Thermal Detonator x3
Ship: Locus Class Fighter
Vehicle: 74-Z speeder bike
Objective: Cause Hell
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Wonderworker"] | +Any newcomers

Renn sat in the third story watching his surroundings. The thump of boots on stones sounded, all in succession. A line of guards walked by a tank in the center. Tossing a detonator into the tank’s opening. The people inside were confused then horrified. It blew up killing a couple of the militia around them. Turning to the radio tower he fired one shot from his R82 causing a chain reaction, and it was destroyed.

Two more detonators fell from the window, the confused men dove and ran but after the explosion few remained. Renn hopped out of the window running under fire at the safe house. Kicking the door it wouldn’t budge, the militiamen were regaining their senses and firing. Firing one shot into the lock it opened.

Upon opening Renn jumped in and fired a shotgun round into the closest man. Firing another one at the first man to have a gun. Tables flipped and the door busted open. Renn just dove behind a table reloading. Flipping the switch to sniper he fired through the overturned table he was at. A man crying out, another was going to throw a detonator. Renn popped up and shot it, sending shrapnel everywhere.

One piece of shrapnel lodged itself in Renn’s chest, causing him to fall. The wound wasn’t severe just painful, but there was no time to sit around. A man came at him knife in hand, the man’s throat was slit to the spine. This discouraged the other men, but one word from the Captain has them going forward. Turning his R82 to shotgun mode, Renn fired.

Four men fell due to the shot. There were too many of them in that bottleneck. Dropping the R82 Renn pulled out his XR-18 and fired an explosive round, collapsing the entrance. The rest of the men were crushed and Renn was nearly to, but he dove out of the way of a falling beam. Looking out front, Renn’s HUD, detected that the only life forms still in the city were those of these men or ones escaping. The tower was destroyed, so it would be unattended. Going out the back Renn slowly unloaded and reloaded his Revolver with explosive rounds. He fired all rounds at the militia, any survivors were finished off with the Westars.

Renn was panting, tired and wounded. “Town of Celeste liberated.” Was all he said into his comms. A man came out from the bushes, but took a knife to the head.

 

[Tanno Rand]

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[member="Hanna"] l [member="Slayer"] l [member="A'Runda"] l [member="[member="Madalena Antares"]"]​

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The Iron Wolf had been occupied elsewhere, being proned on a rooftop not too far away from the events of what were happening, watching the event unfold through the scope of a DMR. He wasn't in distance to hear the order given by Madalena, but the killing of the young man by her own hand could wager a good guess on what the order is. He remained on top of the tall building, his DMR's bolts piercing the skulls of those threatening his fellow Agents of Chaos. Bolt after bolt, he occasionally stopped shooting to hear any footsteps, or anything to suggest anyone was climbing up the building but so far, nothing. He could scope the witless idiots into nothing without worry.

But a more curious sight caught the Wolf's eye, he shouldn't be surprised that the militia would eventually kick in and start heading towards the capital but that wasn't the part that actually surprised him, it was the numerous amount of imperial soldiers being backed up by the militia... and they were approaching the capital, fast.

"This is Iron Wolf, all units should be advised... the militia and what seems to be imperial troops are starting to get into the capital now, expect a lot more resistance."

With that in mind, he continued to snipe away but kept an eye through his scope on the incoming enemy force. He'd continue to give updates when he could, but the footsteps of the floors below him were becoming increasingly louder... it was quicker than he expected, so he'd have to deal with that problem first before he could keep helping his allies.

 

[Madalena Antares]

Location: The Capital City
Wearing: Armor
Wielding: Meymad
Tags: [member="A'Runda"] [member="Hanna"] [member="Tanno Rand"] | +Open

Her orders had been simple. Slaughter until the natives changed their mind. But Madalena was nothing if not a leader by example, and she set to follow her own orders as well. A'Runda had decided in that moment to move aside, and Madalena nodded at him. She had taken him on as her acolyte, which meant that trust had to go both ways; he trusted her to lead him, she trusted him to follow the path she helped him carve for himself. If he put some distance, it was probably because he needed it, and Madalena had to remind herself that he was not where she was, emotionally speaking. For her, bringing a weapon or calling upon the Force to take lives that may or may not have done anything truly wrong was nothing to think twice about. He… Might need time, if she understood him correctly. But she would lead, and she would be patient, and she would be the example for him to choose to follow.

Or perhaps she was entirely wrong, and he was off to find ways to create bigger damage than one on one based slaughter. That was fine too.

Moving her attention to [member="Hanna"], the Dark Paladin glanced at the tiny female. Two elderly man that should have known better decided it was not a stupid thing to shoot at her. Madalena grinned. Hanna, she'd decided, was one of her younglings, and that within itself was a recognition of how deadly the woman with the single horn on her forehead could be. The scream that came as a result of being hit did not worry her. Perhaps her little youngling would be injured this day, but she would not die, and many of the fresher Agents could use lessons in pain absorption. However, she did make a mental note to offer the Qilin some lessons in that once the business on Zosha was over and done with.

It was then that she received the transmission from the Iron Wolf ([member="Tanno Rand"]). Madalena smiled. More people meant more bodies for them to play with coming in. Militias would also be easier for the Agents of Chaos who weren't quite on the SIth side to handle. After all, seemingly innocent civilians was one thing. Armed people coming at you were quite another.

Turning her saberstaff off and clicking it back into place, Madalena grinned. Time to shine.

The oncoming militia troops could not have guessed this would be happening. From the tips of Madalena's finger came a new power, unseen before in such conditions. The lightning flew frely out of her, zapping a few rando's of the military people, and she continued to grin, the glow of her green eyes decorating her face with the eerie glee.

"Do come closer," she purred at them, her voice carried over by the very Force.

 

[CETCOM]

Location : The Opportunity (CY-450-class Star Destroyer)
Objective : To defeat the AoC

On board his Star Destroyer , Admiral Aeretill heard all kinds of reports from his officers , that the Garrison of Celeste had been defeated , that the Militia had encountered who they believed was the leader of the Agents of Chaos and that the Agents of Chaos were gathering support from Zoshian Traitors in the city of Corba. Then the Admiral realized that this new enemy was not an easy one and would be hard to defeat.

Evaluating the situation Admiral Aeretill realized that the Capital City was of uttermost importance and losing it would result in the Fall of Zosha. The Admiral then ordered his forces to press forward in their attack against the Agents of Chaos while ordering Commodore Varino to give him a report on his progress in evacuating the Planetary Leadership. In the Capitol Building the Commodore was in the process of evacuating the Leaders of the Planet and bringing them to a safer place while the Militia and the Commodore’s Secondary Force engaged with the Agents of Chaos.

Elsewhere in the Capital City the Militia was engaged in a fight against a single Woman who had begun electrocuting them with lighting. However as he continued to engage with the Milita both sides were interrupted by a series of explosions around them killing some of the milita and projecting with one explosion knocked the woman to the ground. Then it stopped. And then the smoke cleared and revealed 1 Heavy Assault Tank and 3 Battle Tanks with Imperial Troops and Troop Carriers rushing to the scene to apprehend the Woman.

Meanwhile on board the Opportunity , Admiral Aeretill received word that the Agents of Chaos were present in the City of Cobra and were trying to recruit people in order to capture the city. Angered and surprised , the Admiral ordered his ship to move over the City and begin deploying Imperial Marines through drop pods in search of a “Wonderworker” who seemed to lead these Traitors. I addition Aeretill deployed some of his reserves along with 3 Tank Battalions and 1 Heavy Assault Regiment in Cobra City in order to crush the Resistance and capture these Agents of Chaos

Shortly after ordering the deployment of troops in Cobra City , Admiral Aeretill was contacted by the Emperor , Crax Rannon who wished to hear news on the progress of the Battle for Zoshin. The Admiral then informed the Emperor of the AoC’s plot to try to spark a Revolt in Cobra City , and the current Battle in the Capital City. The Emperor shrugged off the fact that some of his people had turned on him and then informed the Admiral that he was currently in negotiations with the Emissary of an Organization that was seeking to build a Coalition against the Agents of Chaos and that they were willing to recruit him.
Then the Emperor ordered the Admiral to press the attack forward and delay any advance made by the AoC in order for the Anti-AoC Coalition to successfully build up in order to launch a counterattack against the AoC to push them back to their stronghold and defeat them and put their leaders on trial for crimes against Civilization committed against the Grysks and the Zoshians. With this the Admiral obeyed his emperor acknowledging the importance of defeating these Genocidal Agents of Chaos


Tags : Madalena Antares , Wonderworker , Scherezade deWinter , Kyrinov

 

[Alwine Daye]

Location: Close to Zoasha, in space
Wearing: Armor
Wielding: WindWhisper
Tags: [member="Malachi Smelone"] [member="The Legend 27"]

Spoiler: Fleet Composition

3 x Liberator Class Cruiser

Spoiler: Shields & Hull

1. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
2. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
3. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%

1 x Dragon Class Heavy Cruiser

Spoiler: Shields & Hull

• Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%

2 x Venturous Class Cruiser

Spoiler: Shields & Hull

1. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
2. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%

2 x Tantrum Class Frigate

Spoiler: Shields & Hull

1. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
2. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%

12 x Project GHOST

Spoiler: Shields & Hull

1. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
2. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
3. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
4. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
5. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
6. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
7. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
8. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
9. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
10. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
11. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
12. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%

12 x Oni Class Prowler

Spoiler: Shields & Hull

1. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
2. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
3. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
4. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
5. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
6. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
7. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
8. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
9. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
10. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
11. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
12. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%

3 x Celeste Disabler Cruiser

Spoiler: Shields & Hull

1. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
2. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%
3. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%

Alwine stood on the bridge of the Starry Night, one of the Battlecruiser Destroyer that she had brought with her from Scintilla, courtesy of Agents of Chaos, her heart beating wildly in her chest.

Today would not be a day as any other day. The last time the Agents of Chaos had gone to liberate a planet, she had been standing on a bridge as well, but this time it was different. Now, she was not here just to look at how things developed, not here as backup in case of need. Today, Alwine was there under the mantle of the Head Speaker, as well as under the mantle of… Commander? Admiral? She wasn't sure what the specific title was, but she was given the command over a not-so-tiny fleet.

​

"But Discordia, what if I lose our ships and our people?"
"Oh, but Alwine, what if you take their ships and their people out of the sky?"​

She had not come alone. With her was an advanced AI whose sole job was to guide her and tell her what to do. Why the AI couldn't run this fleet combat without her was beyond the young Lupine, but both Discordia and ever councilor she had spoken with had assured her time and time again that the Empire of Rannon was limited, barbaric, and would be easy to win. That no one was taking a gamble by sending her to do it.

Alwine still loathed it though. When the forces of Rannon came close to Zosha, she had already vowed that she would never do so again, which in all likelihood meant that she would be doing so again very soon. That made her grump.

Still, she was nothing if not dutiful, even if she'd so recently changed who those duties went to. She had accepted, prepared in what little time she had been granted, and gone to do her job.

"Do not worry, Speaker Lechner," came her AI's cheery voice through the speakers, "This is engagement. You must only speak with the Empire of Rannon at this point, but make sure your shields are up just in case they're not in a speaking mood."

Alwine sighed.

"To whom it may concern," she spoke into the commdevices, knowing they were already linked to the ships brought by the Empire of Rannon, but unknowing whether or not someone was listening on the other end, "This is Speaker Lechner. The Agents of Chaos are here to liberate Zosha from the clutches of the Empire of Rannon. Turn your fleets around now and we can resolve this conflict without the need for bloodshed. You have 180 seconds."

"Very good, Speaker Lechner," the AI beamed at her.

Alwine wasn't as certain as the program was.

 

[CETCOM]

Location : The Opportunity (CV-430 Star Destroyer)
Objective : Defeat the AoC Fleet in orbit in Zosha and to continue reinforcing the Imperial Army on Zosha
Tags : Alwine Lechner

Imperial Rannonian Fleet :

Spoiler

• 1 CY-450 Destroyer
• 1 CR-170 Carrier
• 3 CY-330a Cruisers
• 1 CY-420 Interdiction Cruiser
• 20 CY-80 Starfighter Squadrons (7 Ships per Squadron)
• 5 CY-70 Bomber Squadrons (7 Ships per squadron)

Fel Scouting Fleet :

Spoiler

• 1 Imperial II-class Frigate
• 2 Reaper-class Corvettes

As he received the message , Admiral Aeretill had only one response in mind , the fight. With the deployment of the troops in Cobra City complete , Aeretill turned his fleet around and moved to engage the enemy. As his Fleet began maneuvering , the Admiral deployed 10 CY-80 Starfighter Squadrons (70 ships total) and 2 CY-70 Bomber Squadrons in order to engage with the enemy Fleet as his Star Destroyer began firing it’s Artillery Cannons along with the CY-330a Cruisers targeting the enemy’s Disabler Cruisers while the Fighters and Bombers were ordered to take out the other ships.

The Admiral then ordered his Interdiction Cruiser to activate it’s gravity wells and smiled. He knew that he had more fighters and firepower despite the enemy railgun. As the CY-80s approached the enemy fleet the encountered enemy fighters and began engaging them as they covered their bombers who moved to launch their first bombing run on the enemy Frigates.

Meanwhile Malachi Smelone was onboard his Imperial-II Frigate when he also received the message from the Agents of Chaos. Smelone was not concerned however as the Fel Empire was not involved in the conflict and therefore he kept his Ships in position as he observed the Rannonian Fleet move to engage with the enemy. With Vin Furr at his side , Malachi Smelone’s mission was almost complete though he still had to record the actions of the actions of the Agents of Chaos to the end of the battle in order to make estimates on the number of people killed by the AoC in order to see how brutal they really were.

For Malachi Smelone , the Agents of Chaos were a bunch a brutal genocidal criminals whom had established this faction as a means to destabilize the other Factions in the region and bring Chaos within the Unknown Regions. Smelone had warned the Fel Emperor about the threat and know he had a chance to prove how dangerous they really were. With Vin Furr he would be able to prove that the Agents were nothing but a bunch of bloodthirsty criminals in which would allow the acceleration of his superior’s plans to defeat them once and for all.

Already Smelone was set to met with the Rannonian Emperor and recruit him to the cause and he knew that no matter what the outcome was the brutality of the Agents of Chaos would still bring many people against them and would pave the way for a perfect propaganda campaign against the AoC in order to gather more support against them. Starting with the Empire of Rannon and the Grysk Hegemony , Smelone would continue to seek allies for his Organization in order to create the Coalition that would eventually crush the Agents of Chaos

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: A café near the hospital that [member="Wonderworker"] is at.
Wearing: Bigass cloak that is covering her | Armor | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 8 Nozhi Blades | 2 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Tag: [member="Wonderworker"] [member="Kyrinov"] [member="Aoife Ironborne"] [member="Renn Garrick"] | +Open

Was there someone that caught her eye? Scherezade nodded once, though she remained silent for the moment, taking another sip from her cream filled mug. In the few seconds that had passed, she'd let her Force Presence wash over the little café like a blanket, touching the non-tangible parts of many of those that were now within it. There was in fact one, and she was sitting only a few tables away. With a very subtle motion of her shin, she let [member="Kyrinov"] know who she'd been watching - [member="Aoife Ironborne"]. The woman smelled like a human, but not entirely. And she smelled like nothing this little backwater planet had to offer. And, she had the Force.

Under any other circumstance, she would've made the perfect candidate. She still had the chance of being one. But, seeing as they had a mission on this planet, she was going to see what the woman chose to do before she actually approached her.

Smiling now, her attention returned to her mission partner of old times. "We have someone inside the hospital," she informed him, "he's trying to get those who will agree to Rannon gtfo'ing out of there. I have an idea about what I want to do to those who remain inside."

Hospitals. Hospitals were always a weak spot. For a split of a second, Scherezade found herself amused by the entire situation. How hard had she smashed inside her thoughts against the Mandalorians when they hid behind the injured. How angry had they been at the time, at the need to find a solution when did not want to blow a hospital full of innocents up. And how delightfully free she was now to do as she pleased, with the full blessing of the one who had given her the choice whether or not to follow her. But this would not be Taanab. Never. There were other ways to go about it.

"Anyone that comes out of the hospital, is safe," she explained as she got up, winking at [member="Aoife Ironborne"] and motioning that she could follow them if she so wished, and then walking out of the café with Kyrinov, their mugs will with them. There was no point, after all, in leaving the mugs in a place that would soon enough probably be destroyed. "But unless the Empire of Rannon turns around and leaves, the hospital will be destroyed. Don't worry, we'll send a few medical ships to make up for the loss until a new one is built once we're done with the place."

The hospital was now only a few hundred feet away from them.

"I'm going to cover the area through the Force," she grinned, "Earth is my element. The hospital is going to sink into the planet of Rannon doesn't leave. I could either use you to combine our Force potential, or you could watch out for upcoming militia dweebs. Or… Make it even more interesting."

That last one, was a challenge. She knew what she wanted to do. But what did Kyrinov want? She hoped she was about to find out.

And then she heard it. Town of Celeste liberated.

Scherezade frowned. "I'm still sinking that hospital," she growled under her breath.