Borders aren't the only things expanding... [First Order T2 Dominion of Askaj and Subterrel]

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Desert Plateau, Askaj​

Objective: 3, Contract/Company Sponsorship​

Post: 1​

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Rolf Amsel drew the small scarf across his face as another gust of dry wind hurled sand high into the air, the heated air rustling his clothing. Once more he found himself discussing business with a prospective company seeking First Order sponsorship. Well, it wasn't so much discussing as it was confirming. As per usual he was just a monkey in a uniform, tasked with confirming the claims of a manufacturer who'd apparently caught the eye of the more business minded folk higher up in the food chain than the Major.

Standing next to him were several troopers, their armor impassive when greeted with the sudden burst of sand - he almost envied them. The suits were insulated, climate controlled, and to be entirely honest with himself, Rolf had to admit they were almost comfortable. As he stood atop the high desert plain, his gaze looked to the area down below. The perch they'd chosen was a plateau overlooking a dry desert tundra. Uninhabited, minimal wildlife, and no minerals or any other reason it would hold value now or ever - the perfect location for a weapons demonstration.

Corondex Arms, a minor manufacturer, had pitched several designs at the First Order brass, a few of which the company had almost eagerly been willing to demonstrate. The world of Askaj had been the perfect location - in addition to the First Order having other business on the world, no one was going to throw a fit if a bit of sand got vaporized or disturbed - and that's if they even knew about it. The location was quite remote. As he stood, wondering when the Corondex representative was going to arrive, he heard the sound of an engine - though which direction it was coming from was a mystery, the wind whistling past his ears certainly didn't help.

Objectives

1. Askaj has been known for it's harsh climate - a desert world rivaling even Tatooine in barren wasteland. Asserting Imperialism on this world would be of great benefit to the First Order, establishing order and discipline over the rampant swoop bike gangs that have cropped up due to the lack of governance. A particularly large band of raiders calling themselves "The Lady's Harbingers" have control and influence over the largest of the villages, "Baskaga". Establish a First Order Presence at this location and see if you can get the locals to assist you in locating the hideout of "The Lady's Harbingers". If these criminals can be brought to heel peacefully, do so. If not - exterminate them.

2. Subterrel is a noxious planet, the atmosphere thick with acid fog and toxic fumes from both the planet's natural state and the heavy mining equipment utilized in the mines. The planet itself is a huge production center, mining raw materials from deep beneath the planet's surface but outside of the mining facilities little is known - nor do the miners care to venture. Rumors abound of creatures who stalk the fog, ready to snatch any who dare venture too far outside the facility's walls. Examine this disturbance at your own peril!

3. BYOO - The classic, Bring your own!

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 1 - Objective 3 - BYOO: Establish clandestine facilities in mine section​

"Ma'am, reversion to realspace any moment. Did you want to be on station for it?"

Natasi turned from her viewport, blinking away the visual artifacts that came from staring into hyperspace for more than a few moments. "Thank you, Ensign. I'll be along presently." The Ensign nodded, saluted, and then excused himself from her chambers, leaving Natasi alone. In the flurry of activity since the Kaeshana disaster, she had spent much of her time cloistered in conference rooms in the Imperial Palace and Number 10 in Avalonia, while the FIV Concordia had been borrowed to serve as the royal transport for the Supreme Leader's state visit to the Pacanth Reach. It had been scoured for listening devices and other such interference that might have been placed onboard by either the absurdly-named God-King of the Reach, or the Supreme Leader himself.

None had been found, but the Concordia still felt... tainted, somehow, but its trip to the Reach. She shuddered and turned towards the mirror, adjusting her uniform. While not officially Supreme Commander, the departure of Ludolf Vaas from the position had left it vacant, and Natasi had assumed direct control of military operations with the authority of the Supreme Leader. So, gone were the more diplomatic robes and outfits of her past. Now she wore a black uniform, like any other senior officer. This was war, after all.

She arrived on the bridge three minutes later, immediately assessing the state of things. They were only moments out from the Subterrel system, which was useful for its proximity to both the Galactic Alliance and the Kathol Outback, both of whom had proved to be pains in the neck lately. Her plan was simple; to establish a clandestine monitoring facility deep in Subterrel's mine network, far out of the way of current operations, and operate it as a silent monitoring system, using the commercial buzz and traffic of the system was a shield. The Alliance and the Kathol Outback -- though, she repeated herself -- would have no reason to suspect outside of some preternatural desire to go looking, and even in that sense they would cover their tracks.

"Reversion in three -- two -- one," the Captain called, and the ship shuddered ever-so-slightly as it popped back into realspace. "No enemy signatures -- acknowledged. Deploy signal overrides to all satellites and block external communication." This would prevent any distress call from reaching outside the system, while effectively 'looping' normal traffic communications, disguising the First Order's presence here. The Concordia was on the very edge of the system, behind some astronomical feature or another, and would not be visible from the surface.

"Get Major La Fortune," Natasi ordered. "I want to review his plans once more before he deploys."

[member="Fenix la Fortune"] | [member="Aria DuSang"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] (maybe)

 

[Zef Halo]

Obj. 3
Post. 1
Business.
As Usual.


The sound of engines was the harbinger of what was seen in the sky a few moments later. A massive vehicle transporting ship, courtesy of the First Order, approached the positions of the shocktroopers here to actually utilize what their government was purchasing for their use.

Rocket Artillery.

The transport landed and its large hatch opened from which a dozen chain rolling vehicles exited headed to park close to the First Order shocktroopers.

Usually, Vitor would not be present for such occasions but this was different. He was sealing a deal with one of the most powerful governments in the galaxy. Not only that, but a government known to very, very rarely outsource anything regarding its military.

This was a great day for Vitor and for Corondex Arms. Drinks would be infinite tonight.

But first there was a job to be done.

The Sith acolyte was riding on top of the first artillery piece. He had been dressed in clothes fitting for military demonstration - desert camo long cargo pants, black boots, beige t-shirt and a holstered side gun. Vitor had always been a man following the code 'When on Naboo, do as the Naboo do.'

"Gentlemen." He nodded to the shocktroopers and particularly to their officer - [member="Rolf Amsel"]. "Major Amsel, I assume ?" Vitor extended a hand while behind him the artillery had already taken position and their crews - soldiers of Wrathguard - were vacating them. They would be vital in helping out their First Order colleagues in understanding the controls.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Tekkan Mining Facility, Subterrel​

Objective: 3, Clear Infested Tunnels​

Post: 2​

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Fire. It cleansed, it purified, it refined. It did all these things but today it was a little bit less a figure of speech and more a practical application. The loud whoosh of pressurized fuel spurting out from the nozzle in his hands filled the small tunnel with noise, temporarily drowning out any other noise. A flash of light erupted throughout - though the helmet he wore dampened the intensity so that he could still see. Technology. It was a blessing that the Ren had begun to make increasing use of. A saber was useful, a sword as well, but sometimes it was more efficient to use another tool - a waste not to.

Today Castor reveled in the sheer force the flamethrower he wore put forth. He'd been tasked with something different this time - a more practical task of clearing out a network of infested tunnels at the abandoned Tekkan Mining Facility. The Supreme Leader had attached him to a stormtrooper unit for the duration - but rather than assume command, he'd picked up their gear and joined them, a flamethrower and standard flame trooper armor adorning his body. The armor had been specially designed to resist high temperatures and with each squeeze of the trigger he barely even felt the flash of heat.

What were they clearing the tunnels of? What had infested the mines so wholly that the company had decided to pack up and leave? Some idiot had transplanted a Gaping Spider into the mines - a mistake he'd promptly lost his life for. The thing had hitch-hiked it's way across the galaxy in a cargo container and ended up in the tunnel - now they were filled with the things. Just beyond the flashing flames - hundreds of eyes peered warily at the approaching threat.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Desert Plateau, Askaj​

Objective: 3, Contract/Company Sponsorship​

In Vicinity: [member="Vitor Avendahl"]​

Post: 3​

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A wry smirk crossed the Major's face, his hand moving away from his face, the scarf blown clear once more. It was an unfortunate circumstance but in all fairness, he'd experienced much worse than the annoyance of sand against his face. The man who waved was clearly the representative - the nonchalant stance he took atop the machinery. He nodded in acknowledgement as he was addressed.

"Indeed I am, glad you could make the trip. Looks like some nice hardware already."​

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Rolf gestured to the vehicles. The contract should it go through wouldn't be for the conventional forces of the First Order, though the Major was sure that wouldn't be an issue. In fact, despite it not being slated for the general stormtrooper corps, it would likely see a decent amount of use should the product perform well. The Auxiliary, as they'd begun to call it, was beginning to take form rather than just a rumor on the lips of some of the upper brass - a force consisting of aliens, those who would normally be excluded from the Stormtrooper Legions due to anatomical differences or even simply incompatible language barriers. That problem had allegedly been solved.

"So, my superiors weren't too clear on what all was being tested, do you have an agenda for the day Mr...?"​

 

[Zef Halo]

Post 2
Obj 3

"Avendahl. Vitor Avendahl." The acolyte quick introduced himself. He had forgotten to do so and had gotten down to business directly as usual. Where was June to reprimand him for his lack of social skills. That's what working in the mines your whole childhood and teenage does to you. "It is indeed nice hardware, Major."

Vitor activated his wrist datapad and a holoprojection came out that would answer the soldier's question. Their agenda was simple.

"We hop your men on these and you get to see what these were made for." He gestured at the artillery pieces behind him. "After you are satisfied from your results, we've got some under-barrel attachments you would love to try." Vitor explained and pointed at one standard vehicle in which crates of under-barrel tensor cannons were located.

"The tubes are universal, they'd fit just about anything within. Their standard configuration and what makes them fearsome is the ordnance we developed for them." Vitor began explanation while nodding at a Wraithguard officer to prepare one of the artillery pieces to fire. "Seismic charged warheads. If Void-7 speaks anything to you, you probably understand now what these are capable of."

"You're free to give the order yourself, Major." Avendahl took a step back as if to highlight the Major's authority in this scenario.

[member="Rolf Amsel"]​

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Objective BYOO: Operation Concord Dawn
Post: I
Location: Subterrel Orbit

Carlyle watched from the bridge of the Malice as Battlegroup Imperator formed up around the solitary planet. Operation Concord Dawn was in effect. An operation designed to secure the systems space in anticipation of an enemy attack. The Galactic Alliance's gambit over Kaeshana had shaken the First Order's resolve, but would not in the future. A tour de force was now in place. Overwhelming space supremacy to deter the worst the Alliance had to offer.

The admiral paced up and down as the ships of his fleet arrived. Right now they had a standing force that'd obliterate anything and more importantly anyone who tried to challenge the First Order's supremacy. Subterrel would be a fine addition to the First Order's collection of planets. With another highly industrialised world under their control, the order could continue the mass production to feed its armies need for weapons, ammunition and vehicles. All of which would be used in the face of the Galactic Alliance's aggression.

"Admiral," The Signals Officer began, "Sir, we have all ships accounted for an standing by."

"Good," Carlyle replied, eyeing the technician, "Send word back to High Command, we have secured orbit, and await their further instruction."

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 2 - Objective 3 - BYOO: Establish clandestine facilities in mine section​

"Your Excellency, Admiral Rausgeber sends word that his battlegroup has secured orbit around Subterrel," said the signal officer, glancing sidelong at the Grand Moff to gauge her reaction. Aside from a slight twitch in her brow, the Grand Moff did not react. Clearly [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] had not been briefed appropriately on the tack they were taking here, to infiltrate as silently as possible. Establishing orbital position was not a subtle trick; their cover had been blown.

"Very good. Captain, you can bring us into an orbital position. There is no longer any need for subtlety." She flexed her fingers in her black gloves and braced a hand against the command table. Open a channel to Rausgeber. Find out what kind of ground-based equipment his group has. We may have need of something more durable than our own First Imperial Shock Troopers, but that remains to be seen." The communications officer nodded and began relaying the orders, establishing a connection to the Malice and Admiral Rausgeber.

Meanwhile, Natasi turned to see Major la Fortune exit the turbolift onto the bridge.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Desert Plateau, Askaj​

Objective: 3, Contract/Company Sponsorship​

In Vicinity: Vitor Avendahl​

Post: 4​

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With an impressed smirk, Rolf listened to the man, eying the hardware as well as the under-barrel attachments. Looked easy enough.

"It's a pleasure Mr. Avendahl."​

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Reaching down to the device hanging around his neck, he brought the pair of macrobinoculars to his eyes. Over an hour ago, they'd positioned several stripped down tanks that had been scheduled for reclamation - this was a far more entertaining use of the ancient hardware Rolf had thought. Taking a quick look down at the small datapad on his wrist, he did a quick calculation in his head before turning to face the Wraithguard.

"Target located at coordinates X-Ray, Seven, Kilo. Fire when ready."​

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With a boyish grin he turned to the target again, waiting for the sound of the weapon firing and flicking on the light dampening switch on the binocs. He waited for the explosion, surely it would be a large one. Not only was the firepower an object of their inspection, but they would also have to put the vehicles through their paces to make sure they held up to the rigorous strain the Auxiliary would no doubt put on them.

[member="Vitor Avendahl"]​

 

[Zef Halo]

Obj 3
Post 3

Major Amsel would see that the target would be ripped to pieces as would the ground beneath it. Very similar to the effects of the Void-7 Seismic charges.

"Perfect for crowd control." Vitor poorly joked as he watched the effect of the missile landing in the distance. Even in their location they could feel the seismic charge absorbing the sound and releasing the eerie typical ringing sound of a seismic charge exploding. "3 missiles in each launcher, six launchers in total. Eighteen warheads ready at anytime. Self-reloading mechanism, no need of manual operations making reloading easier, quicker and keeps your men within. Launchers can face different directions, thus giving you a greater area of effect."

But wait there's more.

"The tank treads combined with a small repulsor engine allow you to bypass any obstacle you may get in your way." Vitor explained as he gestured around the artillery pieces. "Let me know if you want to see a complete barrage of one of it or even all of those six Hailstorms. 108 warheads."

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[member="Rolf Amsel"]​

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Post: II
Objective: Operation Concord Dawn

"Admiral, we have recieved a word from the FIV Concordia," The Signals Officer said, as Carlyle moved away from the bridge. He froze. Natasi Fortan was someone Carlyle liked to keep out of his way as much as possible. He could feel a cold sweat building, but kept calm, stern and collected. He turned and eyed the bridge, looking at each and every member of the crew, looking for some kind of assurance. Something to say it was all going to be alright.

"And well?" Carlyle began, "What did she have to say?"

"The Concordia asking about troop numbers and equipment." The Signals Officer informed the admiral, eyeing him. Carlyle nodded and took in the information.

"Get me General Montague on the line," Carlyle ordered, "I want a check immediately, there will be no mistakes."

"What of the Concordia?" The Signals Officer asked.

"Tell her we're getting numbers, we'll have them in time." Carlyle said, "We'll have them." he added, trying to reassure himself quietly.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 3 - Objective 3 - BYOO: Establish clandestine facilities in mine section​

"Your Excellency," said La Fortune, snapping a crisp salute to the Grand Moff before he strolled over and bowed politely. "I've brought our latest plan." He looked over her shoulder as the planet grew larger, closer in the viewport. "Rausgeber jumped the gun, did he? Classic. Good thing we have contingency plans for this, eh?" He opened his binder, tore out the first three pages, crumpled them in his gloved hand and held them out to the aide-de-camp who had accompanied him. "Take these. Document the contents, encrypt it, and destroy the originals." The aide-de-camp took them and nodded, standing back when his purpose was fulfilled.

"The First Order has learned of a suspected slaving ring in the mines," he informed the Grand Moff. "Given Your Excellency's gracious ruling on the enslavement of sentients, the First Order is duty-bound to intervene here, against what is likely an Alliance-run slaving ring. So -- there we are, probable cause and plausible deniability. At any rate, if I may?" He turned towards the command table and displayed the planet's topography as they had reason to suspect it was, from the FOSB advance teams. "We'll deploy here and here, as well as at the spaceport here to pacify the planet if needed. We'll proceed to the sites outlined by the Bureau as top contenders -- deep enough in the planet to avoid being discovered by Alliance thugs, with disguisable features -- and determine whether they are in fact viable for our purposes. Of course, without our clandestine infiltration, it might be implausible to construct it. We may need to figure out another way to deploy the structures for the base itself."

He glanced in mild irritation out the viewport before adding dryly. "But that's for someone else to figure out. It's my job to clear those tunnels for you." He paused. "Any questions, ma'am?"

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Desert Plateau, Askaj​

Objective: 3, Contract/Company Sponsorship​

In Vicinity: Vitor Avendahl​

Post: 5​

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In a violent surge of energy the target was obliterated, the crater left by the charge literally made of glass as the sand had been completely melted by the heat of the charge. He forced back a chuckle as the man made a joke that would have made those members of high society back on Dosuun blush. As a military man, he understood the humor and he for one had to agree.

"You could say it disperses a crowd quite nicely, most certainly."​

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Another chuckle, audible this time as the man seemed eager to show the full power of the launchers. There was a part of him that would have loved to see the effect they would have but no, he thought the better of it and waved the man off.

"Alas, that would be far too much fun - there's a regulation against fun having you know."​

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He raised an eye at the man. A joke, certainly - there was no such regulation but for a moment he wondered if the man could tell he was joking. It was quite the effect, and he was curious as to what more Corondex had to offer. He nodded approvingly as the man detailed the mobility of the launchers, something that set them apart from the launchers they currently employed. Mobile was good, especially where the Auxiliary was involved.

[member="Vitor Avendahl"]​

 

[Zef Halo]

Post 4
Obj 3

And then Major Amsel would truly see the devastation these vehicles could cause and would mentally be at awe at what these minor manufacturer was able to produce. For a trigger-happy man such as Rolf Amsel, the view was orgasmic.

Alas, the Major denied himself from viewing such majestic results. He knew his duties and the limitations of demonstrations

Vitor just basked in the success of being able to supply a major government and a powerhouse. Not only because it was hard and challenging but also all the opportunities it opened in the corporate world of this side of the galaxy. The networks, the connections that he could weave here.

Even Lord Fa would be proud, he thought.

"All of the missiles are un-guided ballistic. Faster than precision-guided, harder to track and thus to counter. Laser targeting can also be synchronized from a forward observer targeting to the artillery's own targeting computer for more precise results." Although with such missiles, precision was rarely necessary.

But wait there's more.

"Let's talk about defences, Major Amsel. Non-explosive reactive armor. You perfectly know what that means." The acolyte smirked. Let's be honest. He was talking to a man of the military, a major at that. He knew more about this than Vitor could dream of. "But wait there's more. EMP and Ion attacks ? Say no to those with a polarizing field insulation."

"Have your men bring some KEP rounds and EMP/Ion weapons. Feel free to test them on the artillery."


[member="Rolf Amsel"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Post: III
Objective: Orbit Over A Planet.

"We have what?" Carlyle asked, looking at the general. General Heinz Montague stood taller than the Admiral, at six foot eight. It was widely speculated that the former One Sith officer had wookie blood running in his veins.

"Several armoured divisions." General Montague replied. He had this way of being, in which he betrayed no emotion whatsoever. A tactic that came from working closely with Sith who disposed of percieved 'weak' generals with alarming regularity, "Along with six operational garrisons." The general added.

Carlyle turned back to the Signals Officer, "Send that to the Concordia," The Admiral ordered, "We can theoretically have this planet under our command in hours." Carlyle then eyed the general, "General Montague, ready your men for deployment."

"Yes Admiral." The general dryly replied.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Desert Plateau, Askaj​

Objective: 3, Contract/Company Sponsorship​

In Vicinity: Vitor Avendahl​

Post: 6​

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The Major did his best to regain his poker face, a raised eyebrow at the mention of EMP and Ion weponry resistance. If that proved to be true, it could mean... well, it could mean a lot going forward. One of the major difficulties they'd had to date was protecting against the close range ion attacks that could be mounted by soldiers on the ground - it was part of why armor was so vulnerable to infantry - but for launchers the fear was air support - ion weaponry from the air.

"From the ground you say it has ion resistance, but does it from the air?"​

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Rolf motioned for a small pair of technicians to head towards the vehicle, a plethora of equipment in tow. Live fire tests were great, but the man had a different idea. His technicians could run a few tests, even simulate an EMP attack without actually firing a shot. Sure, it was significantly less exciting but it was also much more targeted. With the equipment they brought, they could simulate explosions by connecting leads to the vehicle's armor, ion grenades, starship grade ion cannons, even an EMP blast. When the equipment was finally hooked up, Rolf nodded and the gear powered up - a quiet hum filling the air. In moments, they would finish their testing - the results would display on the large screen on the main panel of the device.

[member="Vitor Avendahl"]​

 

[Hansen]

Agent Totallex
FIV Malice, Bridge
Objective: Orbital Security

Jaina stands on Malice's bridge with hands behind her back and heaves out a sigh listening to the chatter between the various naval personnel. The other members of the skulls; Tek, Gallows and Ordo were elsewhere, alas Jaina had been drawn to her 'lone-wolf' antics again. Though part of their assignment to Admiral Rausgeber's close personal protection detail was to keep tabs on him, sometimes Jaina also enjoyed just being alone; An Introvert at heart. Shoulders roll in a gentle calm, and the black-armoured Agent moves head left to right; Wearing the all-enclosing shell for so hours at a time became distracting. "Admiral Rausgeber, If I might inquire. How many vessels comprise Battlegroup Imperator?" Jaina's voice has a thick core inflection press up against her larynx as she interrupts Carlyle gracefully.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Post: IV
Objective: Orbital Security.

Carlyle crossed the bridge, pacing up and down. He thought this would be a simple procedure, a simple securing of a planet. And sure, it still might be. But the emergence of Natasi Fotan, who naturally came with the Concordia, like a sinister two for one deal. The admiral snapped to attention when a figure emerged behind him, and asked the question. Carlyle nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard that voice. Of course it was Skull Six. Carlyle still didn't have the in's and outs of the unit. He wasn't sure where the boundaries of their loyalty lay, with him or the FOSB?

"Approximately thirty six." Carlyle said, "Not all ships are present here, we have most of our fleet still on Avalonia." Carlyle said, "Presently, we have two dozen of our three dozen bretheren here," Carlyle informed her, "Any attempt to subvert our grasp on this system would be, well, ill-advised." Carlyle added with a smirk on his face, "We have enough ships present here to bring down any attempt to attack us," He said, "The commanders of these ships, the best of the best we could get. Veterans from all over the Galaxy."

@Jania Ventor

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Tekkan Mining Facility, Subterrel​

Objective: 3, Clear Infested Tunnels​

Post: 7​

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Advancing slowly but surely, Castor and the soldiers around him burned away what appeared to be a gray tensile fiber like material. Web. Narrowing his eyes behind the impassive mask of the helmet he wore, a twinge of apprehension gnawed at the edge of his mind. They had yet to actually see or hear the very creatures they'd come to eradicate - and that worried him. Miners were known to be greedy, self serving, unreliable - Castor had simply figured they'd been spooked and didn't care to risk their lives over minerals but that feeling... Perhaps the miners had been onto something.

Continuing deeper into the tunnel network, Castor let his voice be heard over the short range comms.

:: Hold here. ::

There it was again, that familiar pang of apprehension, caution even. He didn't like it. He adjusted his comm, sending a beam via the comm relays they'd set up coming into the tunnels - they could use more bodies, there was a safety in numbers.

:: FIV Concordia, we require additional forces at the Tekkan Mining Facility - be sure to send them with more incinerators. ::

He ended the transmission. There was no need to identify himself, the Ren rarely needed to do so. The message would be relayed instantly, commands heeded even if grudgingly. While he wasn't in command - a simple request such as this, for additional forces, would likely be carried out.

[member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Fenix la Fortune"]​

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective 3
Post 5

Good question.

"It is highly resistant, not immune, that's for sure." Vitor conceded. "It can withstand such attacks to a substantial degree, since it utilizes a bigger generator than those used for personal use."

When the technicians hooked the pieces with the needed equipment and began the tests. Two of the six pieces shut off, Four were able to sustain it and proceed as normal. Two minutes later, the two disabled ones were able to start up once again.

"As you can see there is a certain level of damage they can resist before it overloads, unfortunately." The acolyte explained but was happy with the results of four surviving the tests. "Field tests could differ, of course."

But wait there's more.

"Good and accurate people can utilize the shatter beam cannon on top not only against personnel or obstacles but against incoming projectiles that are slow enough to be intercepted such as bombs." Vitor said as he pointed at the mounted shatter beam cannon. That was a powerful weapon on its own. "The shatter beam can deliver surprisingly powerful results as you may have heard of that technology."

"But wait there's more, Major Amsel. Order the artillery to fire and then attempt to disable the warheads with your counter measures, see what happens." The Sith smirked. It was probably his favorite feature of the Hailstorm.


[member="Rolf Amsel"]