Oblivion Death Stranding

[Sly Chance]

SPACER GUILD CONVOY
NETHER WILDS
OBLIVION​

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"Ho there, pilgrims. Reckon most of us made it through the gate clean. I guess every once in a while both suns shine on a womp rat's tail."

Captain Kyros revved the engine of his treadspeeder. His wide brimmed hat marked the duros out to the others while his trademark stache languished beneath a bandana. Wild Space was still crawling with Sith warbands and other marauders but these weren't just any old smugglers. They were with the Spacer Guild. Landing on poisonous Weken undetected had been a trivial matter. Transporting their cargo through the hypergate took a little more finesse. This was the part that would earn them their hazard pay.

"Now I scouted the route my own self but this place sure has a mercurial nature. Lost half my crew to time sands and the other half to locals. Nasty creatures, ol Sly calls them geists. Dead round here don't seem all that quiet. Just keep moving and we'll be in the Core in no time."

While the galaxy still reeled in compounding disaster the opening hypergates represented boundless new territory. With any land rush of course came opportunity. For those smugglers brave enough to haul cargo either by land vehicle or on foot a simple gauntlet of nightmares could not only slash days even weeks off a journey, it could bypass security for example surrounding a world recently placed under martial law. Sly glanced back at the crates of disruptor rifles marked for delivery to awaiting Byss dissidents. Crimson eyes lingered on the other guild contractors. He couldn't move all these weapons on his own but any one of them could be with the SIA.

"Whatever you do, don't stop. For all we know there are Sith wizards or Nihil raiders on our heels. Avoid any Alliance entanglements."

Tormented shrieks carried on unnatural winds drawing a sharp look from Captain Kyros.

"Tarnation! We've already lingered. Let's kick it into corellian overdrive."


OBJECTIVES

• Spacer Guild: Transport illegal cargo through the netherworld from Weken to Byss. Don't get killed by ghosts.
• Task Force Xesh: Use the Spacer Guild contract to infiltrate Byss dissidents for the SIA.
• Galactic Alliance: Intercept the smuggling operation as they approach the Byss hypergate.
• Pirates: Do what you want cause a pirate is free. Raid the smuggler convoy for an easy mark.
• Sith: Pursue the miscreants who would dare use the Tingel Arm's conflagration for their own weak minded ends.
• Other: Choose your own adventure.

 

[CETCOM]

BYSS , DEEP CORE
Within an Isolated Imperial Outpost...
Focus : Yuri Orlov & Hand of Vengeance


It had been weeks since the discovery of the Hypergate on Byss. Since the discovery , Civil Unrest had plagued the Planet with even outside worlds such as Alderaan moving in to evacuate the people of Byss. The Fear , Confusion and Paranoia generated by the discovery of the Byss Hypergate had only fueled the Remnants of the Constitutional Authority of Beshqek which had re-organized themselves into a Clandestine Illegal Paramilitary Group known as the Hand of Vengeance led by Marshal Torson , a Military Commander from Byss which the Alliance had placed a warrant for his arrest due to his role in the Corellian Embassy Seige during the Byss Crisis. The Hand of Vengeance itself was an Hardline Imperialist Organization , dedicated into Ending the Alliance Occupation of Byss and restoring the Constitutional Authority either under Marlon Sularen or under a new Lord-Imperator.

The Civil Unrest caused by the Hypergate Discovery had allowed the Hand of Vengeance to draw in new recruits into their Volunteer Corps from Byss and nearby worlds such as Empress Teta and Prakith further increasing the size , strength and influence of the Organization although they were still not in a position to challenge the Galactic Alliance Directly. However with their continued growth it was only a matter of time before the Hand of Vengeance made it's move and reclaimed the World of Byss from the Grip of the Galactic Alliance.

Within an Isolated Imperial Outpost on Byss , Wealthy Aristocrat and former Member of the C.A.B Yuri Orlov made preparations for the Hand of Vengeance's first major strike against the Galactic Alliance. Recently , Marshal Torson had arranged for the Spacer Guild to deliver an Supply of Disruptor Rifles illegal within the Galactic Alliance , to the Hand of Vengeance which the HoV intended to use in an attempt to weaken the GA Occupation Force by striking directly at it's Leadership hoping that in retaliation the Alliance would further crackdown on Byss paving the way for more Civil Unrest and eventually a Revolt.

In the Central Command Center of the Isolated Outpost , Yuri Orlov was in the middle of a meeting with Marshal Torson discussing about the status of the Operation.

"Everything is set Marshal Torson , the Spacer Guild is transporting the Cargo through the Netherworld and our Strike Teams are almost ready. Within the next Half-Hour we should be ready to strike against the Alliance in order to secure the delivery of the Cargo" Orlov said the the Ex-Marshal. "Very good" Torson replied. "Make no mistake Orlov , this Operation is critical to our eventual resurgence and the continuation of Imperial Rule on Byss. As of now i have received reports that Sularen's Return might be delayed due to an Ashlan Attack on Korriban. Nevertheless this gives us more time to further destabilize the Galactic Alliance and consolidate our position in the Deep Core. I'll leave you to resume our operations on Byss Mister Orlov."

Thus , the meeting ended with Torson cutting off the transmission. Yuri Orlov turned around and headed towards one of the Windows of the outpost gazing upon the Canyon that surrounded the Outpost. Soon , Byss would be theirs once more and the Alliance would be no more and today would mark the beginning of a new struggle , one that would spread throughout the Deep Core and shake the very foundations of the Galactic Alliance and with the aid of the Final Dawn , they would prevail and ensure the proper restoration of Imperialism to the entirety of the Core Worlds.

TAGS | OPEN​

 

[Jira Shav'al <inactive>]

SPACER GUILD CONVOY
NETHER WILDS | OBLIVION

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"Ho there, pilgrims. Reckon most of us made it through the gate clean. I guess every once in a while both suns shine on a womp rat's tail."

Jira swung her leg over the saddle of her speeder bike and started the engine, a throaty chuckle coming from the beat-up, yet sturdy machine before settling into a low purr. She checked a couple of items stowed for easy access, blasters and other goodies in case they get into a sticky situation.

"Now I scouted the route my own self but this place sure has a mercurial nature. Lost half my crew to time sands and the other half to locals. Nasty creatures, ol Sly calls them geists. Dead round here don't seem all that quiet. Just keep moving and we'll be in the Core in no time."

Jira nodded, settling a pair of glasses with dark lenses on her face. Spending so much time with the variable lighting on ships and stations made natural light somewhat hard to adjust to, and whatever the light here was just seemed especially glaring. The wind seemed less refreshing than on even the worst planets she'd visited, and hearing about the locals just put the cherry on top of the fething cake.

"Sounds like a pleasant place we shouldn't be hanging around overmuch."

"Whatever you do, don't stop. For all we know there are Sith wizards or Nihil raiders on our heels. Avoid any Alliance entanglements."

Tormented shrieks carried on unnatural winds drawing a sharp look from Captain Kyros.

"Tarnation! We've already lingered. Let's kick it into corellian overdrive."

She spared a glance at the hovercart she was towing, then revved her engine to get into motion behind Sly Chance . She didn't stay directly behind the Duros, but rather stayed a meter to his left and a meter behind. If one of them got taken out she didn't want to be close enough to have one take out the other. Her right hand drifted down and patted her blaster at her hip a moment, then slipped back onto the handle of the bike. She touched a stud so she could speak over their local channel.

"Will blasters work on these geists?" She had wanted to ask how much distance they'd be covering, had meant to until the shrieks called their meeting to an end. Now that questions was slightly less important though.