Public Chains of Rothana (EU & Signed Up)

[Sovereign Signal]

OOC Thread (late signups are welcome!)​

Disparate imperial forces amass under the call of MOFF MALKIM ABRETTA in the Rothana System in his bid to launch a full-scale Invasion of the Outer Rim.

The imperial staryards are operational, warships and battalions have gathered, and the fires of industry burn hot on the arctic world below. However, the Moff's authority is far from absolute, and even now, there are disgruntled officers within his ranks. All it takes is a single spark to ignite the powder keg.

The ETERNAL UNION will strike at the heart of his operation and seize not just the Moff's war machine--but a much-needed lifeline to revitalize the Fleet, which has been on the brink of collapse since being stranded by the Planeshift. Our objectives are clear: Seize the staryards, kill the moff, and stir the oppressed workforce into a full-on revolt.

No withdrawal.

No submission.

THE ETERNAL UNION WILL DIE OR RISE.

Warships clash over Rothana as Union forces move to seize the staryards and turn its defenses against the Moff's fleet. Starfighters must protect landing forces, while an elite strike team engages aboard a massive dry-docked battlecruiser. Escort a team of engineers and the SENTINEL CROWN superintelligence node to the ship's power core, and defend the engineers as they install the AI to seize control of the warship's batteries and turn them against the Moff's forces.

Caution! Intelligence reports indicate that the Moff has battle-hardened marines and advanced dark troopers aboard the ship.

Tag: Kaila Irons | Sky Wulicailt | Wedge Draav | Vestra Tane

The cowardly moff has retreated inside his MOUNTAINSIDE FORTRESS as the invasion begins. He hopes to wait out the conflict and emerge victorious. This must not be allowed to happen. Scale and infiltrate the fortress with the aid of rebellious officers, find the Moff, and execute him on a live holofeed. His death will be an example of what happens when you fail to live up to the Imperial ideal. Self-serving Moffs and their ilk have no place in this galaxy.

Bonus Objective! Our informant tells us that the Moff has a secret data archive containing the locations of war caches across the Outer Rim. Secure it if you can.

Tag: Linegrave | Eyrin’va | Genesis Draykin

An Aqualish foreman named Olann is the Moff's right-hand on Rothana. He rules like a petty dictator in the planet's largest industrial sector, driving slave laborers towards constructing vehicles and weapons for the Moff. Link up with rebel forces in the city, arm and aid the workers, and lead them in A REVOLT against the foreman and his corrupt security forces. Minimize damage to the industrial sector, as the Union will have much use for these resources in the war ahead.

Critical Warning! Rebel intel shows a pair of modified superheavy walkers have been deployed by the enemy's ground forces. Avoid, capture, or destroy them at your own risk.

Tag: Taika Yukan | Nimian Totan | Tamsin Graves

 

[Taika Yukan]

Location: Warehouse \ Makeshift CCP
Wearing: Stormsurgeon Armor
Tags: Tamsin Graves Nimian Totan Tamsin Graves | TBA

"I've got you."

"You're gonna be fine."​

"It's not as bad as it looks."​

"You're gonna make it."​

How many times had she lied through her teeth that day?

TK-115 tried to wipe the sweat off her brow, forgetting for a moment that she'd been peering through a helm. She took it off, but when she turned it over, the dome had been smeared with blood. The Stormmedic spared but a glance before setting the helmet aside, carefully peeling blue Synthatex gloves off her fingers. This too was put aside, thrown halfhazardly to the duracrete floor so she could wipe her brow, then immediately dig for a new pair of gloves.

She took a deep breath, then put a red pulse-sticker on the stretcher laid out before her.

The body was already pale, bloodless.

It had become routine at this point to gesture over her shoulder with a thumb. The junior medics were quick to move the stretcher into one of the warehouse's backrooms where nobody could see the ones she failed to save, then they returned empty handed and brought in the next patient. Rinse and repeat, all morning since Rothana was turned into a warzone.

What was it all for? Frakk if she knew. Her job was to pick up the pieces Moff Abretta dropped at her feet, not ask questions.

The juniors brought in another trooper on a stretcher, blaster hole burnt right through his plastoid.

It was strange, some of these shots pierced too deep to be standard issue munitions, not like the chit Abretta's remnants were wielding. Nevetheless, she quickly removed the damaged armor and went to work cutting the bodyglove open with her laser-shears to examine the damage.

Burns, deep too. Blasters cauterized so he wasn't gonna bleed out, but she was more worried that they might have fused his internals together. She was quick to hold up a scanner to his chest while her assistant administered an IV filled with bacta.

The scanner displayed an X-ray only she could see, and immediately flashed red.












"...it's not as bad as it looks." she repeated.

 

[Rinea]

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The Moff's voice echoed across the industrial sector from the many loudspeakers on street corners, inside the warehouses, and even from the various vehicles in the would-be Warlord's legion.

"War has come to Rothana!"

Soldiers fight in the streets. Artillery shells rip through buildings. Civilians scatter--confused and afraid.

"A war for which we are always prepared. War, which the Empire has always been synonymous."

TIEs battle Union starfighters overhead. The wreckage of the downed meteor to the battlefield below. Union landing ships begin to blanket the skies, and turbolasers flash through the icy clouds above like chromatic lightning.

"Put on your helmet. Pick up your rifle."

Stormtroopers open fire on everything that moves. No quarter to the enemy. No quarter to traitors. No quarter to those caught in the crossfire.

Explosions rock the city as even now, the Moff's destroyers bombard indiscriminately.

"You fight. Fight until you drop." A fallen TIE crashes into a civilian tenement. "A good trooper follows orders. A good trooper does not hesitate even as comrades fall beside you. You march on, and the dead march with you. You march on until the War ends."

Elsewhere on the battlefield, Rinea stepped out of her shuttle, wearing nothing but a flak jacket and matching helmet. She looked up overhead and exhaled a foggy breath. The icy wind had already begun to scratch against her cheeks. Thankfully, she was quite acclimated to the cold.

"Link us into the city's sound system. I want that idiot off the waves." She gestured to a nearby speaker.

Additionally, her informant on the ground had already begun to recruit defectors within the Moff's ranks. Hopefully, this invasion would be the final push they needed to see that the Moff's time was running short. Blind loyalty only gets good troopers killed.

Tag: Tamsin Graves | Taika Yukan | Nimian Totan

 

[Vestra Tane]

TAGS: Sky Wulicailt Wedge Draav Kaila Irons

EQUIPMENT: Arm, Lightsaber, Respirator, Blaster Carbine

"Okay, so, one ground rule."

Unlimited Dark Side power.

Vestra had to remind herself why she was here. Starfighters screamed in the void above; at any moment some brave Imperial idiot could decide to give his life for The Cause and crash his dinky little TIE into Vestra's team and that would be the end of them all. At least if they successfully breached the ship, she had a chance of going out in a fight.

She huffed, softly, as the last of her breach charges bonded with the rusting surface of the battlecruiser's airlock, and pushed herself around to face the engineering team.

"Don't be brave. Don't be an idiot. A fight breaks out, you leave it to the three of us."

Vestra had her doubts about the Union soldier tagging along with her and Lord Anathemous...but she'd been told to play as nice as she could manage, so she sneered only slightly when she glanced in Wulicailt's direction.

And then she grinned, and tossed the small, cylindrical detonator in her hand to the only other Sith present.

"So...anything else before we pop this can open, Lord Anathemous?"

 

[Sky Wulicailt]

Don't be brave. Don't be an idiot. Sky never managed to take these lessons to heart.

It was rare she ever got to let her boarding skills shine, and today was one of those days. She rushed in, blaster in one hand, vibrorapier in the other. Red bolts of plasma scattered from the end of her weapon, mostly causing panic rather than any lethal damage. She used the pause and confusion to strike at a trooper's chestpiece, her blade effortlessly sinking through it like soft tissue.

It was at that point she noticed the E-Web being assembled at the far end of the hall. "Aw, chit!" She rolled and ducked behind a metal doorframe.

"That's heavy chit! Anyone got a grenade?" She called out to the troopers behind her.

Sky really had no idea who this woman was giving all the orders, and she certainly knew even less about the brooding one that came with.

Vestra Tane Kaila Irons

 

[Wedge Draav]

BETTER THAN THE REST

​

At one end of the spectrum of pilots, there was the freshly-minted Imperial and Union pilots. Who maybe had a few hours of flight time, maybe perhaps a few sim runs. Some patrol time. But at the other end- there were pilots like Wedge. Pilots who did things like sneak onto an Alliance facility, point a loaded slugthrower at his former comrades, and steal an X-wing with their credentials and a little bit of know-how.

He dropped his hand to the stolen X-Wing's throttle, blinking as he applied his oxygen mask. He breathed deeply, sucking in air. It wasn't necessary in space- there were no g-forces placed against him. But he still liked the focus and clean air it brought him. Fresh air genuinely made him feel better-

And he needed to be focused for this. He was without orders. Without a country, without an organization, without anyone but himself. All he knew is that the Imperials were here. Most of the same ones that attacked Coruscant. He didn't particularly care about the Eternal Union- he wanted them to succeed just to make the Imperials suffer.

He came out of the stars, overhead the battle. He dropped down-

And one of the TIE escorts that was escorting a team of troopers slammed into the hull of the ship when Wedge dropped him. Wedge flew without a droid and without most targeting acquisitions- most, if not all of his air-to-air kills were from his primary weapon systems. And he was damn good with them. TIE interceptors went to flank him, so he pulled a helix dive, getting them to weave between the cruisers. He was alone on the battlefield, dodging fire from confused EU forces and Imperial alike. He rolled his throttle and his stick, then-

Shunted power from one engine when he was at the apex of his helix. In space, it worked, in atmosphere, not so much- one engine carried him just around a curve. It essentially hinged him back around- but he had to time it perfectly. One miscalculation, one misstep in the maneuver and he was sideways, back in the same direction, or worse, slamming into those that were chasing him. Luckily-

He was Wedge Draav.

​

He went back towards the TIE interceptors chasing him- and cut one down. Out of the three, two banked off immediately seeing the maneuver, but one still pursued and it was his downfall. Wedge screeched close to the Imperial lines, dodging more fires and missiles headed his way. His black X-wing came with one mission:

Fight, win. ​

 

[Sovereign Signal]

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A single TIE Defender broke off from its wing and made a beeline towards the rogue X-Wing. It didn't matter that his squadron was ordered to bomb the enemy frigates; it didn't matter that his odds of dying skyrocketed without a wingman. If this X-Wing were to go it alone, so would he.

"Alliance scum!" He groaned hatefully when the registration appeared on screen.

The only thing the weathered ace detested more than the enemy was the sheer amateurish piloting of those interceptors. Clearly, the quality of imperial pilots has dropped severely, or all the good ones were taking up the fight in the Core.

He gripped hard on the controls and fired an ion barrage just shy of Wedge's flight path. A challenge from one ace to another. The Defender rolled out of its flank and did a wide circle back to keep the enemy out of its blind spot.

Wedge Draav

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Armor
Tags: Vestra Tane Sky Wulicailt Wedge Draav

"Just stay close." she added, voice distorted by the mask.

"My apprentices and I are often separated. I'd like to break that habit."

Anathemous was not magnetized to the outer hull nor strapped to a jetpack like most the team. Rather she was "stood" there in the void a few meters back, Exo-muscled arms crossed, using the force to keep herself perfectly still and in control within the void. She'd been like this since they moved into position, quietly holding watch in the void.

Perhaps no one saw but the young Darth had a death grip on her own arm.

This reminded her too much of the Silent Mirror.

Damn starweirds. she'd be sure to eat the next one.

The sounds of screeching TIEs draw her attention, watching one slam into the hull not far from them, followed immediately by the X-wing that took it down. She didn't know of Wedge Draav , spent too many fights killing her own kind to familiarize herself with legends beyond the Blackwall.

But the scene was enough to make the Sith glad she'd left her starfighter in the hangar today.

Shrapnel flew past her, a smaller piece pinging off a barrier that suddenly existed between it and her as she began floating towards her team, extending the shimmering field to cover her allies as well. So too would it shield them from the impending explosion when the charges detonated.

Her crimson visor dimmed to protect her from the flash, while a sonic-dampening liner muffled the booming sound.

They made their entrance as the fires inside were snuffed out by the vacuum, Union engineers magno-gripping their boots to the deck as the battle began. Anathemous did the same, though her Exo-muscle allowed her to power through the pressure and push forward, taking point with her newest Apprentice and Sky.

The engineers sealed a blast door behind them as they moved deeper, allowing the team to move more freely, though the enemy had no such plan. The young Darth had not seen an imperial E-web in some time, but she remembered the legion's favorite toy with fondness and dread both.

"That's heavy chit! Anyone got a grenade?" She called out to the troopers behind her.

"Vestra!" she growled.

"Did you bring a spare charge?"

 

[Wedge Draav]

Feelin' Alive Again

​

TIE Defender, on his left, approaching. He saw it on his HUD and out the window when it broke off from his wing. Going after him-

Alone.

The shots came next. Wedge couldn't keep going forward. He pulled back heavy on the throttle, slowing down enough to make the shots whiz past him, impacting a corvette he flew by. The ion shots fizzled along the hull, blue arcs of electric hate going across the hull. And thankfully- not across his X-wing.

Good pilot, at least.

But-

Wedge flew into his arc, into his circle. He didn't have time to gain a target, or to fire off some shots. But he got close. Real close. He was nearly touching the TIE fighter as he flew out and past the wide circle he was making, breaking the line of sight into the TIE fighters' rear blind spot. But for a moment-

The TIE fighter pilot could see him. Could see his X-wing. Revenant squadron paint. Revenant One on the side of the hull- a slew of TIE fighters painted on the hull. And curiously, briefly- six red ones. Wedge had nearly single-handedly taken out the best the Imperials had to offer above Coruscant-

He killed the Crimson Liners.

And now, this pilot wasn't fighting any random Alliance has-been. He wasn't trying to encircle a single X-wing pilot. He was now the center of attention of perhaps, the galaxy's best starfighter pilot. Wedge turned his head, and could only get a glance into the cockpit. He didn't get the chance often. But when he did-

He wanted to size him up.

He put two fingers to his temple and gave him a salute as he passed.

May the best man win.​

 

[Linegrave]

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Objective: 2
Allies: Genesis Draykin | Eyrin’va

The wind howled, cold, frigid air cutting through them like sharpened nails. Rothana was inhospitable. She knew that from the mission briefings. But seeing it in person, she found it glorious.

Linegrave stood on the edge of the transport's ramp, motionless, her gaze fixed on the fortress that loomed above them like a scar carved into the mountain. Without the help of defectors inside, this approach would've been suicide. But the batteries of several key turrets had mysteriously failed, creating an open path carved not by mercy, but betrayal.

Behind her waited a mixed contingent: Cipherum operatives, a handful of defected Rothanan troops, and other Union personnel, each outfitted for infiltration, each briefed for silence.

She lifted one gloved hand and tapped the control node on her vambrace. A holomap shimmered to life. Red runes marked overlapping kill-zones, ventilation ducts, maintenance shafts, auxiliary corridors. Blind spots in shield coverage. Breach points relayed by allies inside, who would need to be careful not to get caught in the way.

They would not be spared if it meant sacrificing one of their own.

"This is not a siege," Linegrave said over her shoulder, voice level and precise. "A siege is meant to erode will. This is surgery. We move hard and we move fast. We take out the Moff. Once he's gone, his would-be Remnant collapses into panic. Then we will mop up what's left."

A second shuttle descended behind her, engines kicking up clouds of snow. Feed drones disembarked, floating spheres designed to capture every second of what was to come. The execution would not be whispered. It would be shown.

Linegrave stepped off the ramp. The snow hissed as it met the heat of her armor.

"Stragglers will be left behind. Keep up or don't. I don't care which."

And then she moved, leading them through the storm, HUDs painted with the path to their target. The fortress above waited, unaware of the scalpel approaching its heart.

 

[Sovereign Signal]

The lone ace had been at Coruscant, and while he hadn't squared up with Revenant Squadron personally, he heard the bitter stories on their long retreat back into darkness. His heart pounded as a chill of excitement washed over him; it wasn't just one of the best, it was the best of the best. Though all he offered in return to the salute was the cold glare of his lifeless black helm.

The Defender pushed into overdrive, maneuvering to a point of recklessness. Stupid? Maybe. A test of Revenant One's reflexes? Abso-karkin-lutely. His TIE screamed out of its full burn and turned aggressively into attack position. He didn't even wait for a lock-on, just dumbfired a single concussion missile where he expected the X-Wing to be.

If anything was to be said about this ace, he was the kind of pilot who believed in one thing.

Every ship was just a victory mark waiting to be painted. By the end of the day, it would have to be one of 'em.

The interceptors were quickly knocked out by a pair of Union fighters who moved in to clean up and engage a large squadron of bread'n'butter TIEs on the move.

Wedge Draav

 

[Wedge Draav]

ABOVE, INBETWEEN, AMONGST, THE BEST
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Reckless, fearless, aggressive, angry.

Wedge liked this guy.

Wedge's X-wing screamed through the blackness, stars and laser fire streaking past as he yanked the stick hard left and yanked the throttle to max. The TIE pilot was right behind him. With no room to run and battle spaces flanking both sides, he pitched the nose up into a steep vertical climb. Wedge rolled the X-wing inverted and kicked into a tight barrel roll, letting it twist him into the beginning of a vertical rolling scissors. The dance had begun if the enemy pilot followed.

The X-wing's repulsors groaned under the strain as Wedge gritted his teeth, jerking the stick through each rotation.

He slammed the stick forward, flipped the S-foils tight, and dove into a split "S" shape pattern, an inverted half-roll into a dive, punching hard on the thrusters. The X-wing dropped like a stone, vapor trails spinning off the stabilizers, blue streaks against the black void. He turned his head, scanning for the TIE fighter. He was rolling a pattern like a ribbon, and the TIE fighter was more or less forced to go after him in a particular manner- either matching his movements, or opposing it in a similar maneuver, but mirrored, or break off his attack pattern entirely.

At the least, he was out of gun range and he was not being locked on anymore. But the dance was still there.

​

 

[Sovereign Signal]

The Ace damn well followed, diving after like a drill. When One punched the thrusters, the Defender decided to break off. The X-Wing would not be matched for speed or maneuverability; the Imperial pilot knew his Defender had it beat in potential punishment taken or given.

He went wide again, hoping to catch the enemy in another strafing attack. It wasn't a matter of accuracy to him--he treated his TIE for what it was. A menace, not a dogfighter. Still, he had some catching up to do and pushed his engines to their limit. Even so far as ignoring the safety warnings that yelled at him not to overheat the vessel. Yeah, he was one of those guys who disabled hard limiters. Sadly, he couldn't turn off the damn software that screamed at him to stop.

An Imperial corvette pushed forward, intent on interrupting their dance as it opened fire with point-defense lasers indiscriminately. It seemed word had gotten out that the legendary Alliance pilot had arrived at Rothana of all places.

At the same time, a Union heavy cruiser powered forward at opened fire at the corvette with its heavy guns. Punishment for the little ship that got greedy. However, a Tector-class Star Destroyer was on the horizon.

"There's always a bigger ship," the imperial ace scoffed. He was more annoyed at the corvette, but glad the cruiser would be too busy to focus on their duel.

The cruiser opened a channel with Wedge Draav : "Don't know you, don't quite care. If all you're here to do is help us kill these bastards, then that's right by me. Sending you a link to our IFF feed."

 

[Genesis Draykin]

Theme: Dead Moon​

OBJ: 2
Post: 1
Location: Rothana
Equipment: [Here]
Tag: Linegrave | Eyrin’va

She stood among revels, spies, and veterans of war alike all with one goal in mind to kill the moff that plagues this world. That was the way of things in this Galaxy power was fleeting moment in time. You had it one moment then you lost in all the next and there was a big old target on your back. Beloved in one breath an evil irredeemable tyrant in the next, some would say this Moff was never beloved but she highly doubted that considering they still had followers.

Gen stood in silence as the transport doors opened and the Gen stood in silence as the transport doors opened and lock step they began to shuffle off into the bitter cold of Rothana. She looked to her sides as several of those in her line shivered and shook at the frigid environment. They were all bundled in their cold weather gear compared to the little clothing she wore just a simple long Brown leather duster to protect her from the elements.

Yet the cold didn't bother her, in fact she enjoyed it as she stepped off the cramped transport into the elements staring up at the fortress in front of her. She heard Linegrave speaking loudly about falling behind and what their goal was. As she listened, she stared forward at the sheer cliffs up to the fortress. She knew she could climb them without a problem, but too many people were watching for her to do it properly without getting noticed.

For now, she would follow the lead but if she found a chance to separate, she would, so she could do things the way she always did. No prying eyes and away from those who might speak blasphemy of what she could do. She was just a merc among rebels and idealists nothing special, just someone out for some creds. Certainly not experienced witch of Dathomir.

 

[Astrid Hex]

Location: Rothana, Mountainside Fortress
Objective: 2 - Kill the Moff / Secure the Data
Tags: Linegrave | Eyrin’va | Genesis Draykin

Even now, Astrid was still trying to come to terms that she was in a mirror galaxy. Her home was gone, her everything was gone. All those years spent building up wealth, influence and power…gone in an instant.

If she had known, she would’ve transferred a chit ton more credits into a portable cache. But alas, here she was.

What a waste…

At least she had the foresight to keep her special stash of cigarettes close at hand. She’d have been raising absolute hell if they had also been lost because of the Planeshift. It was just a matter of using them sparingly, at least until she could find the means to reproduce them with this galaxy’s resources.

That was her hope at least.

Astrid kept to herself during the journey, only really shifting her attention when the shuttle finally landed. She reached up to the electronic cig in her mouth, plucking it out with two fingers as she exhaled a bit of ‘smoke’.

She was technically here under capacity as a SYNSTAT Agent than Cipherum. But Linegrave had seen it fit to pluck her out of the list of operatives she wanted to bring on the mission. Not quite literally mind you, although Astrid was certain the woman could do just that.

The Prime Axis was stupidly tall.

As the gathered force began to follow Linegrave, Astrid followed suit. Outwardly she seemed incredibly ill-prepared for this operation. Outside of a blaster sitting at her hip, she was carrying nothing else. But those that knew Astrid, knew better.

You just couldn’t see them right now.

“Roger, Roger." She replied, unable to hide the slight sarcastic lilt in her tone. Astrid strode forwards, seemingly unbothered by the cold. Any snowflakes that fell on her, melted away within an instant.

It was time to get to work.

 

[Eyrin’va]

Location: Moff Abretta's Fortress, Rothana
Wearing: Assassin Armor
Tags: Linegrave | Genesis Draykin | OPEN

I just love winter. I love the snow. Sure it's a little cold and the others probably think I'm crazy for leaving so much skin exposed to the elements. In truth half that skin isn't true skin, my cybernetics keep my core temperature regulated just fine anyways. My body is a well oiled machine. My mind requires a bit of work though.

Left to my own devices I would be giggling and making snow angels at the landing zone. Or maybe convincing the rebels that a snowball fight is much more important than ridding their planet of the horrible Moff. But I am not left to my own devices. When one of these carefree notions strikes I have an implant that reminds me of the mission. It can be difficult at times. But I was given gifts. To use them properly I have to sacrifice my core self to serve the mission.

The Prime Axis gave a grand speech to the others. For me it was unneeded. Whether it was to have fun as my true personality, or for the sake of the mission as my dictated personality, I was always a being of action. These others would not slow me down.

For now I ascend with the group. The grappler from my cybernetic arm clinging effectively to the side of the mountain. These locals might be able to give a good manner of entrance. After I am inside the fortress however I will find the Moff and I will eliminate him. The only thing that needed to keep up with me was one of the drones to broadcast to the galaxy the strength of the Eternal Union.

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Then as Now Forever
OBJ: 3
Equipment: Twin Omens | Circlet of Projection | Stars Enchained | Mind Crown | Multi-Tool
Tags: Taika Yukan | Nimian Totan

"You are always searching, hunting for that thing…. that thing that is always lost."

It had been oddly quiet for some time but as they touched down on the surface of Rothana the demon decided to speak for the first time in what seemed like months. It was irritating and grating, it had been so peaceful without it. Though Tamsin was sure it was plotting it's next big move.

"What do you care, what I do I am just a meat sack created in your image so you can come back?"

It laughed at her as she asked the question out loud to the voice in her head. Even though she was here to find her blasted sister again for the hundredth time she knew for as long as she lived this demon would be attached to her.

"You could be gaining power, growing strong for me. You could just embrace me, hell I have an idea your sister…ugh the sound that is horrible. Anyway, since she is off moping and doing whatever, you could claim what she has abandoned and make it yours. Think you could be a sith lord already if you weren't off searching for her."

Tamsin stepped off the ship into the freezing cold of Rothana, much like on hoth the cold didn't seem to bother her like it did so many other. She listened to Demon only because it was the only thing talking to her at the moment. If she could ignore it she would because all it wanted was her to grow stronger and to take its path in life to be like it.

"I could? Could I? I think my sister would comeback and murder my arse in a second. I mean on a good day her hugs crush the air out of my lungs. Her pissed off is not something I want to mess with."

The Demon Scoffed in her head as if it thought nothing of Kaila Irons and in truth it was scared of her only because it knew what Kaila could do it in its current state. Though the Demon had too much pride to think it would go down so easily.

"So, we search instead getting of stronger because your afraid of your sister?"

Tamsin just shook her head as she marched forward towards what she thought was civilizations or an encampment not very far from where she landed. Her dark eyes scanning her surroundings as she pushed her little body against the blowing wind. To Outsiders it looked like she was delirious talking to herself. With her very light clothing one might think hypothermia had hit her hard already.

"I'm not afraid of her, I just know I would stand a chance against her in a fight. We search for her because she needs to stop running, and also, she can't face getting killed for the hundredth time without me there to save her."

The demon just laughed partly because it was an absurd statement and partly because it was kind of true. Tamsin and her sister always got themselves embroiled in plots that got them nearly killed and survived by some unfathomable reason. They had made more enemies than friends the demon figured but then again that was a good thing to it cause Chaos made it stronger.

Tamsin continued to push forward come to a small bit of civilization, as she did, she noted several medics with a body on stretcher running past her towards a warehouse. She stopped and watched as they ran quickly, and then she saw more bodies piling out of the warehouse.

Was she to late, had war already come to this world? Was hell already breaking loose……

"Kaila what the hell have you done?"

 

[Nimian Totan]

Objective III: Break The Chains
Location: Industrial District, Rothana
Tags: Tamsin Graves Taika Yukan

It had been quite a long time since the 228th Reconnaissance Company had been sent out into the wilds of space. Colonel Nimian Totan's last contact with the Empire of the Lost was sometime around the Invasion of Dac. After that, they were cut off, a situation only made worse by the shifting of spacetime.

For years they were adrift along the stars, nothing but their transport ships and what supplies they could take by force. It was by sheer luck that they managed to become attached to Rinea 's Empire. Totan had brokered a deal with the Chiss. His remnant would serve under the banner of the EU, in return for supplies and aide. From what scant reports he'd scrounged up, it was preferable to returning to the EOTL, whom seem to have dropped out of the galaxy entirely.

As a pitched space took place overhead, the Juggernauts made their way out of the shuttled. Inside they carried dozens of stormtroopers, scout troopers, and speeder bikes. There were other supplies and vehicles, but these were the basis of Nimian's command, the dregs he had left after years lost in the stars.

The colonel stepped from his command center on wheels, and clicked the heels of his polished boots together. His men would all gather together, awaiting the commander's words. He was nothing if not a showman. With him now were 150 of the best troops he could muster, and he planned to lead them into glory, or death...

"Men! I have finally found you a home, a planet that we might turn into the crown jewel of a new Empire. For we are lost no longer! We shall become the axe which splits the galaxy in twain! All shall fear the black and white banner once more! Never again will we have to scrounge and pillage like wild dogs, we shall return to our former glory!"

To emphasize his point, The Colonel raised his fist high! Then, his men raised their in turn, like puppets on a string. They cheered on as the commander watched, then quieted them with but a single gesture.

"Our initial objective is simple, we shall be the sparks of a great conflagration within the hears of Rothana's workers! Let our mailed fists raise their spirits up, and begin a proverbial tidal wave of bodies. One which the Moff of this planet cannot ignore! Platoons one through four, you shall distribute weapons and assist in the uprising. Scout teams 3 and 5 will begin setting up sniper positions in the main factory. Once we have a base of operations set up, we shall begin hunting for the Foreman who controls the workers here!"

Moments after the orders were given, the soldiers of the 228th began to move to their designated transports. With any luck, they would surprise the enemy, and stop the AT-ATs from ever being used against them.

 

[Sovereign Signal]

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The Medic
Taika Yukan was destined to have an uneasy day. The blast doors to the warehouse were breached, and the sound of blasters roared over the cries of the wounded and dying. A squad of storm commandos was responsible--each one of them exceptionally stoned on battlestims, choosing desertion, looting, and chaos over following the Moff's orders. They quickly overwhelmed the volunteer guards, killing three of the five, and the two remaining took up positions behind a crate of dwindling medical supplies.


The Colonel
Forward sensors had spotted the 228th as it landed. Even now, Nimian Totan 's Company was being observed by the enemy. A sniper team began to take potshots at the troopers loaded onto their transports. A distraction, as the telltale sign of a targeting laser aimed down on one of the Juggernauts. In the distance, a TIE/sa bomber flew low and on a direct path towards the 228th. Unless stopped, the tactical starfighter would deliver a payload of several proton bombs on the marked target.

The Apprentice
A speeder bike rode over the snowscape and slowed to a stop a healthy distance from Tamsin Graves . The scout trooper jockey held a careful hand on his sidearm, and his empty hand up in a 'halt' motion.

"Martial law is in effect, and you are violating curfew. State your name and business." The halting hand reached behind him for what was clearly a pair of handcuffs.

It wouldn't be difficult to discern that he intended to detain her regardless of the answer. At the same time, the firefight from the warehouse would be undoubtedly heard at this distance.

 

[T3-H3]

Objective: Repair the Air Scrubber
Location: An unexpectedly noisy hallway
Equipment: Spanner


T3-H3 was becoming increasingly convinced that the ductwork she had to seal wasn't even on this ship. The vent covers were completely incompatible with the hardware she had on hand! And then there was the matter of the hull breach through which she had entered, on the heels of three organics who looked like they knew where they were going. Surely that wasn't the leak she had been alerted to!

No matter - H3 would find the leak and repair it, with plenty of charge remaining to roll back and plug in for the night. She whistled and started making her way down the hall, past those three organics. Strange that they seemed so hesitant to proceed now.

Ah. That device at the end of the hallway might explain it. Whoever was down there seemed awfully keen on preventing her progress, though they had foolishly left it aimed at least a foot over her head. It had an awful lot of exposed machinery, H3 couldn't help but notice...

Her spanner, brandished aloft in her manipulator arm, gleamed dully through the smoke as she trundled towards her new target.

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