Chain the Night; Imperial Confederation Dominion of Byss

[Tanomas Graf]

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A gust of cold air prompted the inhabitants of the Icy Maiden Pub to look towards the door as two figures entered the establishment, one peeling off their trenchcoat and flat cap to set them both on the nearby rack. The first figure stepped into the light, revealing the azure complexion of one Chiss party whip; however, the second followed suit and unveiled the tired face of the high chancellor himself. Most of the patrons inside the pub gave a silent nod in the old man's direction, others returning to the important business of nursing their drinks.

Jim, the grizzled bartender, turned around and flipped open a portrait of Gilad Pellaeon to expose a very expensive-looking bottle of Corellian brandy and a crystal tumbler, which he pulled out and poured the amber liquid into just as Tanomas sat down at the bar. "Many thanks, Jim." Graf said, raising the glass to his lips for a quick sip, "I'll need this after listening to Purist puppets whinge about 'peasant-born dictators' and 'non-human whips'." Druwor gave a slim smile, readjusting his glasses as the bartender set down a glass of dark whiskey.

"I will say, it never does get old seeing them act stupified when I tell the others to vote down a bill they sponsor. I think Senator Racto looked like he was about to wail." The Chiss man uttered, chuckling quietly to himself. The elder Graf smirked, pulling out his communicator when it emitted a muffled tone, his smirk dropping somewhat. "Apparently there's a protest in the capital today, the same people who voted us into power are now wanting a more federal system." Tanomas seethed, downing his drink, "Hopefully, the ISB captain over there has things sorted out. What was his name again?"

"Salan, I believe."

"Well, a toast to Captain Salan and the word of the day: excessive force!"

Objectives:

1. Battleground State - A massive protest is occurring outside of Byss' parliament, prompting the deployment of soldiers and ISB stormtroopers to keep those inside safe. While the right to peacefully assembly is protected by the constitution - it was thrown out the window as soon as a bottle bomb was tossed at an assemblyman. Things are turning violent fast, do what must be done to restore order to the capital before a fully-fledged riot breaks out.
2. Unchained - Deep in the polar regions of Byss, built on the very battlefield that saw the Confederation's first military victory, lies a facility where the government's political enemies and prisoners of war are sent. Senators of the New Republic, Mandalorian mercenaries, Jedi worshippers, and Corporate lobbyists were all confined within the prison until now. A mass break-out is currently underway, conveniently while the detachment of ISB stormtroopers is in the capital dealing with the protest. Neutralize or liquidate the prisoners and find out who orchestrated this.
3. Bring Your Own Objective

 

[Faith Organa]

Location Alderaan, New Aldera City
Objective: Learn more about Confederation, find out their motives for Byss if possible

Becca was quiet very quiet. "Communications are sketchy it is not currently known what their objectives are."

Faith sighed heavily as she looked out to the mountains that stood guard over the city. She was not yet sure of what to think of the Confederation all the information brought to her said imperial occupiers. They had their agenda and they had their rules. She now had to decide how to play with them. Outwardly she knew she would be...well at least courteous. The people of Alderaan deserved her best and if being a smiling fool for them was what kept them safe that is what she would do.

She and Draco had talked many nights since the Confederation had moved on Kuat. The shipyards, and the location were ideal for anyone seeking expansion. She believed in her heart of hearts that was their desire.

What little Navy they had was absorbed by the Confederation, Laira, and her mother were moved off world for protection. Draco was acting oddly she believed he had done something else without telling her. It would come out and it would be a 'discussion' that was worse than when they talked about his leaving his socks all over the palace.

But. What was her next move...

Captain LaSalle spoke up, "Mam giving their path there is a possibility that Beshquek could be enticed to align to the Confederation"

A gentle nod, "Please remind me" She turned her dark brown eyes settling upon the Captain, "What's in Beshquek?"

"The most widely known world is Byss. They are known for an imperial alignment." She stared at him that was a terrible way to put that. But she would have to admit it served the purpose.

"Now I remember somethings about it..but it may not be the hub of mischief makers anymore. Maybe it has changed." She hoped or attempted to deceive herself. Maybe. Speaking to a representative on Alderaan would certainly not provide any insight. She crossed her arms. "Is [member="Duke Kyle DeVoe"] available to talk with me?"

"I'll find out mam."

"okay" Her fingers drummed lightly on her arm as she gave thought to their circumstances.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Captain Marriskcal Lati - Du Couteau,
Commissariat for State Security & Force-Related Affairs
Equipment: Uniform (Made of Shell Spider Silk), Lightsabre x2 (Azure & Cyan), and Throwing Knives
Location: In an undisclosed office, North Wing, Parliament Building, Byss
Objective: #1; Battleground State
Interacting with: [member="Eighth Guard"]

Marriskcal peered out of the veiled windows from the office that they had been assigned upon their arrival, her vivid blue eyes trailing after the moving form of a particularly strident protestor as he marched past them. Just like the hundreds of beings before, the young male was making his way towards the main entrance of the parliament, the scarletfury and pearlescentjustice that shaded their aura drifting behind him like a flared cloak.

The young lady appeared as she often did these days, immaculately attired in her commissar’s uniform of ebon and ivory, with a slash of crimson at the lapels of her coat. With her pale gold hair bound in a low chignon and her lids shadowed and lips painted, Marriskcal appeared more like she was someone who was office-bound, rather than the unforgiving hunter of her nurture.

And despite the vociferous chants outside, the sounds were muted within the confines of the office, so when the dataslate began to beep, it was loud enough to attract her attention.

“Well, Captain Salan~” the blonde began in a teasing lilt even as she turned away from the unfolding scene down below. She made her way towards where Frederic was seated, resting a hip against the desk even as she leaned over his form to regard the documents that were spread across the dark wood. “I take it that we have finally received the permission to proceed and have been given the authority to do whatever that is necessary?”

 

[Adaska Raythe]

Adaska Raythe
Byss Surface, Desolation Lake, Icy Maiden Pub
Nearby: [member="Tanomas Graf"], [member="Druwor"]

Following closely behind the duo of men, an armoured hand clasped around the round door-handle and twisted it steadily and pushed inwardly advancing in direction of hinges Adaska's sage-green form, Mikkel's voice called "Look, Raythe's back!" Advancing towards the bar with hands hanging in loose fists beside thighs, she stopped short behind Tanomas Graf the Imperial Confederated Systems' High Chancellor having never met the man personally prior to this moment. Stopping a few feet behind Tanomas who sat on a barstool her ankles snapped together and she threw up a crisp well-practiced salute with right hand her palm facing outwards ring finger hovering in-front of her Metal-Ceramic power armoured helmet. "Welcome to the Icy Maiden Pub, Sir." Adaska's voice was initially distorted by a vocal emulator inside annunciator.

Adaska waited to see whether or not High Chancellor Graf would return her salute and would only lower her arm after the man did herself as a sign of respect for his station. Looking towards the Party Whip with her pale blue spheres behind hexagonal-textured visor she offered a polite greeting on a voice possessed of a servile quality, one in Graf's position may or may not know whether or not Agent Raythe still possessed her structural inhibitor chip connected to nervous system which in-theory shoud have made it difficult to nigh impossible for the woman to resist suggesstion from lawful authority in the chain of command, yet here she was doing exactly that tearing at the Purist elements within the Purist Government. "Hello, Druwor. I hope that you're well." Raising hands upto the sides of her helmet, a thought caused an in-rush of Byss' atmosphere as the pressure equalised.

Pulling helmet clear over head her pallor was clammy and covered in a thin film of sweat, Druwor knew she must have just returned from one of her "Errands" What was unusual about her appearance this time was the presence of a long horizontal Cut upon her cheek, whatever managed to put that on Adaska's face through her helmet and deflector shielding must have been intense. Before Druwor could even ask, Adaska cooly answered the question whether he would have asked it or not gesturing towards it with black gloved index and middle finger. "Another Shadow, don't know who. I'd say that whoever replaced Saro is under pressure from Orlov to end our activities."

[member="Faith Organa"], [member="Marriskcal Lati"], [member="Theodore Royce-Clarke"]

 

[Gideon Vandeleur]

Location: Byss Outer System, Heavy Frigate 'Garond'
Objective: Establishing diplomatic negotiations, parameters to be decided
Part of: The Principality of Volterravan
Adversary: None

Unit designation: Martius-Premier (character); Garond (ship); Grand Guard (military attachment)
Unit strength: 1x Heavy Frigate, 2x Companies Fusilier-Grenadiers

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The frigate was leaving hyperspace at the outer fringe of the Byss System, it was intended not to jump into the centre to avoid the idea of being seen as hostile. Apparently there was an increasingly serious situation going on on the planet Byss itself. An uprising of sorts and none which could be neglected or simply put into the hands of the local home guards.
Therefore it was requested to establish a communication before proceeding to the inner system.

Polished high boots of black leather in which light grey cavalry trousers with red stripes on the outsides ended, a field grey uniform coat featuring a red sash as well as belt with a golden belt buckle and two button rows with equally golden buttons and a standing collar give an impressive view of the caller. He is holding his peaked cap with a golden griffon on its front beneath his armpit. The uniform is otherwise short of decorations or details, apart from epaulettes coloured in white with two crossed silver batons. The left hand is held behind his back, as well covered in white gloves.

He musters the holoscreen portraying the system with a focus of the namesake planet. HoloNet information are running next to it, showing pictures of rioting people and protests.
The bridge around is a well designed area, featuring gilded ornaments and polished steel around. The command centre of the ship is structured like a amphitheatre, but with the captain seating above and overseeing every station and officer, while there is a shallow stairway to the centre, where a holoprojector is. There are no view ports, as the bridge is located in the centre of the ship, far away from the hull.

"Call them, Capitaine." The voice was a stern and deep echo with a distinctive accent and coming from the well dressed, majestic individual.

"Yes, Lord High Militant." The captain of the Garond was ordering the communications officer to call the Imperial Confederation on their official channels with a repeated message.

"This the frigate 'Garond' from Volterravan. We are reaching out to you in a diplomatic attempt to negotiate a meeting of official envoys to establish communications and relations. The Lord High Militant Vandeleur requests to speak with a designated official of your government."

[member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Adaska Raythe"] | [member="Faith Organa"]​

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: Alderaan

She had all the patience of ice melting on the desert sands of Tatooine. Slowly her foot began to tap on the floor as her mind worked the problem she developed.

What to do about the confederation? Smile? Curtsy?

Blow them up from the inside out?..............nononon scratch that thought..it was far too soon for that kind of thinking. But who were they really, the purpose?

"Feth" she whispered. Becca gasped. Faith looked back at the girl, "you've heard me say far worse." She young woman smiled turning her gaze to the floor, "yes, and in multiple languages."

Faith laughed, "Isn't it funny that when it comes to a new language that we learn all the bad words first, and remember them for years but all the conversational just kinds withers away."

Becca nodded her agreement, "I have not see [member="Marina DeVoe"] lately." Marina was the Queens intern for diplomacy. But in the early days of that appointment it was a different world. Now who knew if Lady Devoe still considered herself part of the court. Her father still protected the lands to that the ancestral home sat upon. But..

Faith sighed, "Maybe I'm getting too old to play at diplmacy."

Maybe she needed to just be direct, no filter and play the cards she got.

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Alderaani graveyard...

She were floating among the remnant of what had once been her ancestral world of Alderaan...before the Galactic Empire destroyed it over 800 years ago.

Many, if not all Alderaani and their descendants visit this graveyard to pay homage to their ancestors, leaving their prayers and gifts.

Marina were here, every year, making this pilgrimage to honor those whom were lost to this horrid genocide.
Marina were Alderaani...one of pure bloodline that went back nearly a hundred Millennium folds to this very system. Much of the old history, the records of her bloodline were lost even before the tragedy. But it were said that the DeVoes were among the first few colonists to come to Alderaan after the mass migration of the Killiks, an insectoid race predecessors of the human settlers left the planet...

She took a deep breath and with a silent prayer ejected the canister. Within it, were her thoughts and prayers...her heart in a way that had been infused in the crystal that the canister contained. Marina had worn that crystal all year since her last visit here. Every year she would leave such a crystal among the asteroid field that had once been Alderaan system.
It were believed that such a crystal when worn by the bearer would absorb , grow from the tiny shard it started out to a pinky nail size by absorbing that person's feelings..their aurora. There were no real explanation as to how and why such a crystal could grow from a tiny shard when worn, but it did... and not grow if left on it's own.
What was more, the shard would not grow on anyone who were of an evil dark nature either. But on someone like marina, it would grow and flourish and aspire to reflect colors..blue, pink... otherwise, the shard would just either remain clear...or darken to never grow...in essence, die hardened.

She watched the canister disappear among the field of debris before she bade it a farewell.
"My thoughts and prayers will always remain, as it will in continuum..." So were her farewell prayer. It meant that this tradition would continue on forever...she would pass it on to her children and their children and so on as long as one Alderaani existed in this Galaxy.

She sighed, turning to ready her ship, the Mariner IV for the jump back to New Alderaan...to come to terms with the new prospect of once more having her home and countrymen facing the possibility of coming under the iron fist of the Empire..a new set of warmongers.
History so often churned in circles...



[member="Faith Organa"]

 

[Eighth Guard]

Captain Frederic Salan - Imperial Security Bureau​

Equipment: Mark/IX Katarn Armour (Black, Krennic-Pattern, Robed) - Double-Bladed Lightsaber (Sky Blue)​

Location: Undisclosed Office, North Wing, Parliament Building - Byss​

Status: With [member="Marriskcal Lati"]​

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Frederic smiled widely as the blonde graced him with her presence, his eyes struggling to take in the reports before him as the distraction set in. He closed the folder the documents were currently seated in and stood from the chair, striding over to a nondescript duffle bag nearby that he zipped open; retrieving several black objects that he began to assemble over his form, his normal uniform morphing into a black form-fitting body glove.

"I believe we have, Captain Lati." He said, deliberately stressing her name, as he began pulling a set of robes over his head and latching them onto the armour. He seemed to be wearing a new variant of the Katarn Battle Armour typically reserved for soldiers and stormtroopers, but this version was black and had equally dark robes attached to the chestplate.

He smiled at his betrothed again, walking over to her so he could look her in the eyes as he regarded her. His hand entangled with one of her's, pulling it upward so he could examine it - the rose gold coil from his chainwhip still serving as a firm reminder that they were engaged to one another.

"You'll be glad to hear that I've gotten myself a new weapon. Though, you'll have to wait until later to see it." He uttered quietly, his smile turning into one of his signature smirks. Fred leaned forward and brushed a kiss against her temple, raising a gloved hand to cup her cheek. "We have a riot to deal with, but promise we'll both try to stay unharmed?" He asked, his arms wrapped around her.

 

[Marcad]

Location: Byss
Objective: Unchained

The mutual relationship between the Houses of Teta and the Imperial Confederation led Cedric to this endeavor on Byss. A relationship he was...strangely oppose to. He enjoyed the ideas of an Imperial much like most in the Core worlds after being influenced by the One Sith, the Imperial Confederation, and many other Imperial groups that established on these worlds. He did welcome the Confederation, though how they wished to operate on Teta was something he protested against the patriarch and matriarch of his House. To have the Empress surrender her power and just be seen as a figurehead was insulting for him, and to leave the Confederation installing their own officials to rule the politics on Teta. It didn’t sit well in his stomach to have yet another foreign party declare themselves as the overseers of his homeworld.

No matter how much he voiced his strong opinions to the members of his House he would be silent by their firm decision and be expected to continue the interests of House Wulfe and of Teta. Sometimes that meant lending a hand to the Intelligence Agency of the Confederation.

Which is why he was here today on Byss as he understood the Confederation was having a rather difficult with its subject due to the peaceful protests. Well, no longer peaceful as the protesters initiated hostile actions that were retaliated against by military personnel. That wasn’t his problem, instead it was in the tundra regions of Byss concerning with a particular prison facility. This was no ordinary facility, this housed the mortal enemies of the Confederation. No matter it was Jedi, Mandalorian Warriors, or anyone else that were a dangerous threat to the Confederation. Obvious they’d construct this to house these thorns.

The main theater concerned itself with the violent protesters, though this was also immediate due to the now loose inmates. Just didn’t carry the attention of the public or the media. Something that should remain for now.

Intelligence agents and operatives were deployed with special gear, mostly the armor, due to the harsh weather conditions they’d be facing. Units would be deployed in different locations that were determined safe to enter and not compromised by the prisoners. No doubt several guards were taken captive and the others made sure to hold dominance in their corners of the facility.

”Think this has anything to do with the protests? Can’t be a coincidence with all this going on...unless you’re just ill in logic to assume so.”

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Captain Marriskcal Lati - Du Couteau,
Commissariat for State Security & Force-Related Affairs
Equipment: Uniform (Made of Shell Spider Silk), Lightsabre x2 (Azure & Cyan), and Throwing Knives
Location: In an undisclosed office, North Wing, Parliament Building, Byss
Objective: #1; Battleground State
Interacting with: [member="Frederic Salan"]

Marriskcal pivoted on her heels and settled herself blithely against the desk as the older male stepped past her. The blonde stayed silent even as he began the meticulous process of securing the armour over his form, her lashes lowered in a coy manner.

While some part of her being would always yearn for the embrace of an armour, her position within the Commissariat was somewhat… simpler and more complicated at the same time. Simple in the fact that the assignments the imperium required of her to undertake were linear and limited in its spectrum. Complicated in that due to her adoption by Commissioner General Du Couteau and his being a familiar figure within the Bureau meant that she could no longer remain within the shadows.

Even then, must Frederic wear an armour than made him nigh indistinguishable to that of Section Phantasmagoria? Other than the dark robes that draped fluidly over its smooth surface, the other would blend in seamlessly with the clone troopers that escorted her.

Perhaps he felt her regard alighting on his form, or perhaps he was merely struck by a spark of mischief, but the faint inflection in the manner in which he answered made the gleam in her gaze sharpen. Touché, she thought to herself, her lips forming into a pout.

When Frederic sauntered back to stand before her, Marriskcal found herself canting her head so that she could meet his gaze. It was unfair how easy it was for the older male to affect her. For the moment he laced their hands together and raised them so that he could look upon the token she wore as a ring, her pout melted even as a faint and pleased smile curved her lips instead.

Any quip that was lingering at the tip of her tongue faded when he leaned even closer in so that he could grace her with a gentle kiss. The young lady closed her eyes even as she leaned into his hand, her own rising to curl and close around the edge of his robes. “I– I will hold you to it,” she uttered, unable to fully keep the quaver away from her voice.

“And I promise, though between the both of us, you tend to be the more – shall we say – assertive one?” she said impishly, leaning deeper into his embrace. Not that Marriskcal was any better when it came to aggression, seizing any opportunity presented to set the cadence on the stage of conflict. “But so that you do not worry about my wellbeing when we are amongst the crowd, I shall take extra care to be vigilant.”

Bestowing her betrothed with a final soft brush of her lips against the line of his jaw, the blonde drew away and gave him a teasing wink. With an arc of her arm, she caught the ends of her leather belt and pulled it towards her. “The one who finds themselves wounded first will owe the victor a favour of their choosing~” Her words delivered, Marriskcal curled the fingers of her other hand at the crook of his elbow, tugging him after her.

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Burrowing through a worm hole, in one's sleep.

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be de beep... her astro-mech droid had kept vigil their crossing and were beckoning her to awaken.

It were a short jump from the Alderaani graveyard back to her home world, just shy of 9 hours. But Marina had been tired...exhausted as she had not gotten any good length of sleep as of late. Why with the impending Empire encroaching once more on her home world and allies one would have to be dead tired to finally let sleep overtake you. And tired she were. Too much turmoil in her head..too many uncertainties...


"I'm up, TK....I'm up..." Marina instinctively looked over at her crono, before she spun herself off the bed and gave a good stretch.
35 minutes to emergence.
Plenty of time to jump in the refresher and get dressed before Alderaan System.

The instant the Mariner IV had engaged her hyperdrives, the cockpit's glass had automatically tinted to offset the mesmerizing tunnel of light.
Now 3 minutes to emergence, and seated in the cockpit she de-activated the tint block on her glass, revealing the hyper-tunnel of light.

de beep beep...all systems were checked and at the ready. Her droid were stationed next to her. Marina were going over the essential list.

"Alright, all systems at optimal operation...countdown to emergence coming up. Initiating manual controls and sub-light engines primed and on stand by." She prepared for the drop.

"Hyperdrives going off line in....4...." She had a habit of counting down along with the Nav-comp.

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Alderaan.​

 

[Veena Reshma]

Special Agent Veena Reshma, ​

Imperial security bureau,​

Location: undisclosed location near Parliament building, Byss
Objective: #2, unchained.
Tags: [member="Cedric Wulfe"]

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Clad in ill-fitting tactical gear reserved for a man twice her size, agent Reshma cut a comic figure as she joined up with others preparing for the operation ahead, which would be extremely vicious for all parties involved. These were no weak political activists who could quickly disperse with a warning shot and gas canisters, but battle-hardened convicts of all shapes and backgrounds. Some were in for political crimes, some for murder and some for alleged gang connections. The prison held members of the expansive Hutt cartel, the shadowy Umbaran gangs and even old rebel personnel. These entities had not cut their reputation out by being meek pushovers, but as hardened killers who could easily take life as casually as someone might go out to eat.

She had seen the after crime photos of murders committed on Corsec personnel, and secretly she knew she was too glad to not have been one of many now dead correctional officers who became trapped with the prisoners.

The Mandan Agent breathed in the cold air that stung like knives, her cheeks ruddy from the cold. She was not cut out for the cold like many in her area of the agency, but they needed every hand they could get in sealing the place down.

"Maybe so agent Wulfe, but right now we're all that stands in the way of a few hundred rioting prisoners escape route."

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Her sensor arrays indicated there were no foreign military vessels about in the system...yet.

Marina relaxed on her controls, guiding the Mariner IV's ascension toward the planet's surface. Within that minute following her emergence, she were receiving the hail. It were her father. She opened up the channel.

"It's all in the timing, huh?" She teased her father, who seemed to be looking at her with pride.

"Meh..." He shrugged his shoulder. Yes, he had received her coordinates and ETA as to when she would emerge, but there were other factors unknown to his daughter as to why he more often than not seemed to guess right.
"My heart is lifted knowing you are home."

"Yea...there's no place like home..." No there wasn't. But for how long were it to be their home? There were more than rumors about in the galaxy of impending Imperial domination that was sweeping through this sector.

"It will be alright, Marina.
It's unlike you to despair when there is still our star shinning upon our home."

"No, I'm alright. It's just ...
Hehe, what's one to be after visiting the graveyard?" She weren't a good liar...not to her father at least.

"Well...we'll talk it over dinner.
Table's been set.
Welcome back." He replied with his ever enduring smile. It rarely faltered when it came to his family. Although marina could see through it in his eyes..when she were physically facing him. His hologram were only a rendition and had no spirit emanating from it. yet..yet the feeling of warmth and love emanated from the surface and the landscape which suddenly opened up below her as her ship broke cloud cover.

She were heading home via Aiden pass to Mt Cetril...her home on the mountain top.

"Ok..." she smiled radiantly at last. it were difficult to remain solemn when under the blue skies of Alderaan.
"I'll be setting down in a few..."

"Very well...see you then."

"See you soon dad...love you."

 

[Marcad]

Location: Byss
Allies: [member="Veena Reshma"]
Objective: Unchained

”A few hundred? Let’s hope you’re correct, Reshma. I find it hard to believe that the Confederation’s own can’t handle a few hundred inmates,” with a tone that challenged the might of the Confederation. A rather bold remark from Wulfe, enough to cause tensions. He had his own reasons in uttering that sentence as his homeworld of Empress Teta was under the domain of the Imperial Confederation and had established their own base of power on Teta. Something that annoyed Cedric, though nothing he could do to reverse that. While he did follow Imperial ideals he wanted to make sure this new power could properly fight back. So far having one’s own trained security detail be overwhelmed by prisoners didn’t impress the noble. Granted these inmates were rather dangerous and by far one of the Confederation’s worst enemies, but it still wasn’t an excuse in why the prison was now a site of conflict.

”But enough words, let’s save our warm breath in this despicable cold.”

They were approaching one of the safe points of the prison from their dropship where they would insert themselves, and then meet up with the surviving guards holed up in there. Meet with an officer in order to get more details and have an exact blueprint of the prison complex. From there they would proceed to take back the prison and neutralize the prisoners.

But there was much more than that. They still needed to investigate the whole incident and find out how this whole event transpired. Some theories fancied around innocent Cedric’s mind, but the most logical one was that there was a mole within the Confederation’s ranks. Amongst the guards, or higher up in the echelon of command.

”We’re here, let’s hope it’s a bit warmer inside.”

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Cynthia Alucard, Pixie Wing Commander
Location: Byss
Objective: One. Battleground State
Attire: Officer's Uniform

Engaging: Her cup of Tea and a trio of Scones​

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The cafe was housed several stories up, in an effort to accommodate the other business employees in the top floors to not have to travel down to the bottom floor. Or so Cyn thought at first, but after giving it more though she simply shrugged at the strange idea. Instead she focused on enjoying her cup of a very exotic tea that bubbled deliciously on her tongue. The sugar that lined the cup’s rim was a delight and even more so was the small scones that accompanied her cup of tea.

From the fragrance to the decor, Cyn was absolutely in a state of bliss, no more was she stuck within some musty officer or being told that she needed to finish her reports. For the moment all that mattered to her was the next sip and bite and her enjoyment of the very next sip and bite from her snack. Those enjoying the same delicacies around her thankfully kept to themselves and avoided the Wing Commander. The snowy season had begun, and for a moment Cyn enjoyed the little white dots that cascaded downwards to the ground below. Unlike the weather controlled system of Coruscant, such unexpected weather often brought a long a sense of wonder to the Ace Pilot.

The sense of awe was short lived though as she remembered her previous experience on Byss and on how she cascaded downwards to the ground below. It was most certainly unexpected and her jaw went slack for a completely different reason. The memory sent a grimace and shiver down her spine, only placated by another sip of her wonderful tea. So when the news of a riot turned violent was brought up to her by a junior adjunct from the Embassy, she nearly physically recoiled at the sight. Except of course, she would had spilled her tea and possibly even knocked her scone to the floor.

With a heavy sigh as she took the data-slate that held the report and thanked the young man for interrupting her reprieve from work. The slow terror that was encroaching onto his face did not last as he had remembered there were other Imperial Officers that needed their day ruined too.

“Honestly, this is why I hate the Core worlds.” Cyn muttered her complaint, even though Coruscant had the fortunate of equipping itself with a literal army of policemen and security that kept most of the scum and villainy to at least the lower levels, there was something to be said about the Agriculture worlds of Wild Space that remain untouched by such political squabbles, where a single company of Stormtroopers could maintain control over an entire system.

“But I guess, this means I can stay here for a bit longer than normal.” She added, with another bite and sip.

 

[Veena Reshma]

Location: Byss
Allies: [member="Cedric Wulfe"]
Objective: Unchained

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"I hope so agent Wulfe too, I hope so too," she replied briskly in kind to Wulfes own tone which suggested that he too would rather be anywhere but here. ​

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The pair were soon met by a resolute but bloodied head warden, who's once pristine uniform now bore the marks of hours worth of nonstop fighting. Veena offered the man a salute as befitting his rank before handing him a briefing on the current situation.​

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"Most of the wards have been compromised, ward Cs control tower has not been compromised and still has people holed up inside, we don't know how long they'll last but they need help urgently."​

 

[Bartic Myth'rand]

Location: Byss Polar Region
Nearby: [member="Veena Reshma"] [member="Cedric Wulfe"]
Objective: #2 Unchained

Bartic had been reading the latest situation reports on his datapad as he sat on his shuttle, it was all the reinforcements that would be coming for the moment since the main detachment of Bureau Stormtroopers were hunkered down in the parliament building, and wouldn't be leaving until the rather conveniently timed protests, that were threatening to turn into a riot at any moment, were settled down. Bartic might not have been the greatest fighter; but with his Drifter shotgun, Desperado arnour, and a good few years experience in beating up and putting down men who thought they were tougher than the man old enough to be their father.

The shuttle set down and Bartic set out into the freezing landing platform, or at least, what the pilot had chosen as a landing platform seeing as the proper one was both on fire and half missing due to a detonated dropship that was the result of a failed attempt to steal it early on in the breakout.

He made a call on the ISB general frequency. "Major Myth'rand here, any Bureau personal on the ground, give me a status report." Bartic had been reading the most up to date reports, but nothing short of actually seeing it personally beat hearing it from someone there in the thick of it.

 

[Marina DeVoe]

"...and mom?..." She asked as she walked towards her father whom were waiting for her at the foot of her ship's ramp.

"She asked me to give you her love..." he embraced his daughter, giving her a welcoming hug, before he placed a kiss on her forehead.
"I take it the heart crystals are among our loved but not forgotten..." it were more a statement he made than a question. Of course they were. He unfortunately had not visited the graveyard of his forefathers for quite some time since he took up his own father's place as head of household, as Duke.

Her grandfather by the way as she soon were informed had left not two days earlier with her brother Jerrid..on another family business trip.
Her mother, Duchess Sansa DeVoe had been about the Aiden Providence, among their country folk. There was certainly much tensions building on Alderaan and Marina's mother who not only represented the governing body of the providence but her family too. The DeVoes were never too far or above their people, with Sansa always among them...even at Alderaan's darkest hours.

"It's just you and I then, huh?" Marina looked a bit down, as she walked by her father's side.

"For dinner...yes." the Duke chuckled, putting his arm around his daughter.
"It's not a death sentence you know.." yes, he joked.

Marina thought it funny too and put her hand on his. You know i didn't mean it that way.
"Didn't mean it like that.
Just-
Sigh...Imperials." She finally said.
"First sith...now 'them' again."

"If you mean that we seem to be going around in circles...then yes.
You have to consider; as long as this circle keeps churning, there will come a time again when there will be no Imperials, nor sith on Alderaan."

"I know..." She replied as they entered the greater dining room. It were mostly used for entertaining guests as the table could easily accommodate a good number of people.
But as her father had indicated, it were just them two.
Still, it were traditionally set as always and looking at the place setting it meant a multi course dinner...like her father always preferred.

"Please..." he drew out a chair for her.





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