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Faction DeathDrop: Lothal’s Under New Management

Arbiter

Voice of the DeathDrop


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//: Capital City, Lothal //:


The Capital City of Lothal was about to get a new landlord. The contract had come in fast, quiet, and lucrative.

A client had decided it was time for Lothal to undergo a governmental restructuring. Tricky business. With how the planet’s people had cycled through governments throughout the past, any operational attempt to pacify them required… finesse.

From the observation deck above, hidden behind tinted glass. Arbiter Arbiter watched the rag-tag individuals gather. Its optics glowed a steady yellow.

“Capable… I wonder.”

Eyes flickered blue. Its vocoder lightened, carrying an almost reassuring tone.
“...Perhaps this time, success will justify the faith placed in this batch.”

Blue fading to purple. Voice lowering to something colder. Broken by a rasp of a distorted static.
“If not… at least the mission will be instructive. Failures still yield data for future operations.”

Back to yellow. A dry buzz of amusement crackled faintly through the modulation.
“Begin.”

Beneath, the briefing room dimmed as the holotable lit the chamber with faint light. A wireframe of a slowly rotating planet, Lothal, shimmered into view. Zooming in on its Capital City into focus until its streets and districts hovered in sharp projection. A synthetic steady voice with a tinge of playful cadence poured from the briefing room’s speakers.

“This is a complex situation, Droppers.”
the console purred. “The natives here don’t much care for hostile takeovers. Our client wants legitimacy, and so you will make legitimacy.” Multiple images of the Capital City bloomed in midair. Current footage of crowds in the streets. A military parade of the current government and its officials waving stiffly from armored transports and buildings. “The current government thinks their military might is uncontested. Convince the people that our client is the correct choice.” Images shifted to the current government officials. “We are going to decapitate their government. Remove their ability to resist. Prove to the people that their current government can’t and won’t keep them safe. Leave just enough plausible deniability that the people of Lothal will believe they chose this change.”

Suddenly, the holotable projection zoomed out, cycling to highlight sectors around the capital.
“Two teams. Two stages. This is delicate. Communication is paramount. Precision and discipline will decide if this ends in profit… or in spectacle. One team will be leaving immediately, the other will be dropping tomorrow.”

The hologram expanded to show a district outside the city walls.
“Team One, Ember. No drops today.” the voice said with a mocking condescension tone “Your mission is to sneak into the city. Infiltrate the parliamentary building.” Its tone turned playful, edged with amusement. “Quite simply, kidnap their Governor. Should be easy enough considering all the attention will be on our daring Team Two.”

Projections of the military installation east of the capital rotated. A cluster of hardened bunkers, AA turrets, and armored hangars flickered into view.
“Team Two, Inferno. You’ll drop directly onto their main Lothal Defense Force Military Installation. A moderately sized base capable of deploying military forces rapidly across the planet.” A synthetic chuckle emitted from the voice. “Surely, they wouldn’t expect a DeathDrop assault dropping on the base directly. Mayhem is your mission. Draw every eye, burn every ounce of their attention. Afterall… There is a military parade to crash as well. Stay alive as long as you can. Die if you must, but do it loudly. After all, as inconvenient your deaths would be… well I hear death is bad for you.” Words carried the faint distortion of a grin beneath the static-laced voice.

“Communication is key. Ember does not move until Inferno makes their strike and Inferno cannot withdraw until Ember has secured the target.”

The projection split between two icons.
Ember, keep your casualties as low as possible. Maintain a low profile. Acquire as much information as you can about the defense forces and do be on the look out for any information regarding our client. Information is leverage and data becomes currency.” The voice dropped into a harsher and aggressive rasp. Inferno. Carnage, carnage, carnage. Make it impossible for resistance to follow you as you make your withdrawal. Break their guns, smash their air cover, and vanish in the smoke!” Its voice reset. Slipping back into a mechanical cheer. “If you fail to reach the extraction… Well, I hope you enjoyed the scenery of Lothal. No one is coming back for you.”

At last, the hologram centered on the capital plaza.
“This is your evacuation zone. Bring a fan because it’ll be hot. You’ll be converging from opposite ends. Consider it a team-building exercise! Don’t forget to bring the package. Two reinforcement teams will already be in position to cover the withdrawal. That’s a total of eight more Droppers at your side. Don’t say I never did anything for you~!”

With that, the projection flickered and died. In its place, the DeathDrop sigil spun slowly in the dark. The lights turned back on in the briefing room.

The voice fell silent, replaced by Arbiter’s amused yellow glow behind the tinted glass. Its voice now projecting in the briefing room.

“So,” it said, each word punctuated. “Any questions? Or are you ready to work for a living?”


Objective 1: EMBER
  • Infiltrate the Capital City quietly. Use the mayhem Inferno causes to sneak into the parliamentary building.
  • Find and kidnap the Governor without drawing widespread attention.
  • Collect intelligence on the Lothal Defense Force and any information regarding the client’s interests.
  • Keep casualties as low as possible. Maintain a low profile. Ember cannot act until Inferno’s assault begins.

Objective 2: INFERNO
  • Drop directly onto the Main Lothal Defense Force military installation
  • Launch a direct assault to cause maximum chaos and destruction. Distract and draw all military focus away from Ember’s infiltration.
  • Disable anti-air defenses, break heavy weapons, and prevent pursuit.
  • Cause carnage without restraint. Inferno cannot withdraw until Ember secures the Governor.

** Ember and Inferno MUST extract together **

 

TEAM TWO: INFERNO

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WEARING:: Halcyon Armour | Contact Lenses | Wrist Mounted APG | Ancile Shield |
EQUIPMENT: MAIN WEAPONRY: VW-864 Maser Rifle | DC-902d | Sunshot Pistol | Shiva Knife |
ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: 10x LX-9 Slap Charges | 3x Kushute Grenades | 2x Stunner Grenade | Valiant Red Injector: x4 Spares | Taozin Amulet
LOCATION: :: CLASSIFIED DEATHDROP LOCATION ::
TAG:

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Jacen kept his arms crossed at the voice explained their mission, his eyes never once leaving the holotables glowing images. He'd never heard of Lothal before today and now he was going to drop on to it with a combined team of DeathDrop and Strill Mercs, destroying their military installation and kidnapping their governor.

As the voice asked for questions, Jacen's eyes flashed towards the Mandalorian, Ruus Kote Ruus Kote across from him. His thoughts flashed to the other Mandalorian he had met before. His eyes narrowed slightly in the memory and he felt his hands twitch as if brushing away phantom fire. Then his eyes found Scherezade deWinter Scherezade deWinter . He had met her on the mission for the Black Sun. She had saved him from the wrath of Darth Carnifex with strange and gross blood magic. Another prime example of one of the Force wielders proving not all of them were insane. Then again, she saved him with blood magic. Maybe she was insane. But she wasn't an enemy, yet. So he was okay with her brand of madness. With a deep sigh, he returned his gaze to the center console and shook his head.

He wanted to have an opinion on it. He wanted to say this wasn't what he signed up for. But how could he? The crew was a far cry away from what he dropped on Woostri with. Sole survivors, rejects, leftovers, and failures bolstered the ranks of the DeathDrop back in those days. Now? Now he dropped with Sith and Mandalorians. It was a strange new world for him. For all of them. But the inclusion of these auxiliary forces meant more of his people came back alive at the end of the mission. So it was a new world he was happy to live in. They'd proved themselves and he expected would likely continue to do so.

So, no, Jacen had no questions. The mission seemed pretty straightforward. At least his part in it was. Drop onto an enemy city, cause mayhem, survive until he could extract. It was just another day in the life of the DeathDrop. The crew was new, a different makeup to what he was used to, maybe even what he'd prefer, but he couldn't deny they were assets. Just like him. They would get the mission done and that was all that mattered.

Welcome to the DeathDrop.

 

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CT-312 brought minimal weapons this time around. Nothing big. Just a few pistols and a handgun. That and just her usual essentials. Nothing flashy. Nothing that would draw more attention than necessary. The Scout declined the suggestion of wearing a civilian disguise. Couldn’t be bothered figuring out ‘civilian’ fashion and what would work for blending in. Instead, wearing her muted camouflage halcyon armor. Its armor plating was dulled by scratches and dirt. Blending in or staying out of sight wouldn’t be a problem with the armor’s cloaking system.

Cloak engaged. Crouching low across from the parliamentary building on a jagged rooftop, CT-312 analyzed the structure itself. The parliamentary building was designed to project authority. Broad steps with heavy pillars, lined with guards stationed at its entrance. Banners of the current government flapping in the wind above. From CT-312’s position, she made notes of the choke points, fallback angles, and potential kill zones. BARCA marking them one by one. Placing glowing markers in her peripherals.

The streets below were a tide of bodies and banners. As the military parade rolled through the capital’s wide avenues, rows of soldiers marched in step. Boots striking the duracrete in sync. Police pushed citizens back, their riot gear polished for the occasion. Armored personnel carriers lined the parade route. Mounted cannons angled towards the sky. The display was meant to project control. Confidence. To CT-312, it was only painted targets. Up on the roof tops, spotters lurked. A glint of a sharpshooter’s scope reflected in the midday sun. Betraying their positions. But still, there were too many eyes. Too much order… for now.

“Barca. Update.” CT-312’s HUD scrolled fresh text along the bottom of her visor.

[ BARCA ]
[ Time Index: 14:52 local ]
[ Status: Ember Team on stand-by ]
[ Inferno Strike Window:
T-07 min ]

Almost time. Team Inferno’s grand entrance.

CT-312 shifted her weight against the rooftop lip. Eyes still fixed on the target building with her HUD’s clock counting down to the last minute. The crowd below roared with excitement as the parade kept going. The Scout’s gaze narrowed behind the visor, but her thoughts drifted briefly back a day. To the briefing. As it ended, BARCA immediately flashed her assignment on the HUD.

[ BARCA ]
[ Team One -
EMBER ]
[ Report to hanger bay
# XXX ]
[ Infiltrate. Collect. Locate and obtain Governor. Maintain low profile ]
[
~ Keep casualties low ~ ]

Orders were orders. CT-312 immediately headed towards the hangar bay. Now, crouched high above Lothal’s capital. Waiting. Exhaling through her respirator. Keying into the encrypted DeathDrop comms, voice dull. “Come in, Inferno. CT-312, Ember. In position. Target building in sights and mapped. Eyes on all points of access. Standing by.”

Somewhere in the skies, drop pods waited to fall. Inferno’s distraction would have to be big. Turning not only its defense, but showing up this military parade into a spectacle. CT-312 adjusted her visor. It was almost time.

 
Objective: Team Ember
Location: Classified DeathDrop Location, heading planetside.
Loadout: Nothing… Except maybe a knife. Or three.
Wearing: This.
Tag: Jacen Breska Jacen Breska CT-312 CT-312 open

This was not the first time Scherezade found herself joining a mission with the DeathDrop people. She liked those of them that she had met thus, some of them in other group missions, and the others in just random stuff across the 'verse. So far, everything had gone surprisingly smoothly. Her old fears of being rejected or being treated as not enough or too much at the same time had proven themselves to be unrequired. These people, at least as far as she could tell, were cool cookies to and about her.

Now there were holoprojectors explaining the mission. Last time, it had been a brief message, but now they had all the serious weight of it that she recalled from so many missions from the past, first with the Confederacy and then with the Agents of Chaos. That was fine with her. All she had to know was the boundaries that came with the mission. Like, no, Scherezade, you can't stick water pipes up innocent civilians' nostrils, they're not built for that, and they're innocent. That was really important to know in advance. Not because Scherezade stuck those pipes up there often, but because she had done so more than zero times, and that was enough for the warning to be warranted.

Still, few could claim she was not deliciously effective in her methods. It hadn't been that long ago that she'd saved the derrieres of a few of those here from the both famous and infamous Darth Carnifex (or at least, that was her version of how things went down. Things are still going down as of the writing of this post). But she supposed that spoke more about how she saw things than how others saw it. The Sithling had accepted the fact that she had chosen these people as teammates. So whatever they were going to do, her number one job was going to make sure they all got out of there alive and preferably in one piece. Not that any situation would need it… But still.

There were two main notes she took from the instructions. The first, was that she absolutely had to stop confusing Lothal and Lloth. Those were two very different planets with very different things on them, and this mission was about Lothal. The second note was that she was going to have to be on her best behavior in her civilian outfit so that she could help kidnap the mayor. Was it a good action? Was it a bad action? She didn't care enough to decide. She just knew she was going to be paid. Duuuude. If Discordia was still around, she would be so dismayed at the Sithling's interference with local politics.

Glowing green eyes looked at the other people in the group. It was… Funny. Scherezade was used to hanging around beasts and creatures at least a head taller than she was. But here in DeathDrop? They were all shorties. She was the tallest thing there, most of the time. So when that thought played through her mind and her gaze landed on Jacen Breska Jacen Breska , she wasted no time.

In a fluid motion, she rose from her seat and walked until she stood right in front of him, close enough to see the pores in his skin. He was only an inch or two short, but by social constructs that meant he was at least a foot shorter than her. That was all right though, even if he were three feet shorter, it wouldn't have changed what she was about to do.

Scherezade gave Jacen a warm smile that was supposed to assure him she wasn't crazy. And then she closed what distance remained between them, and pressed her lips to his forehead, giving him a friendly forehead kiss.

Without another word or expectation, she turned around and left towards the hallway that would lead her to the taxi that would take her planetside to meet with CT-312 CT-312 .
 
Location: Classified DeathDrop Location
Thread Objective: Inferno
Mission Objective:

  • Cause carnage without restraint.
    • Kill enemy soldiers.
    • Disable anti-air systems.
    • Destroy heavy weapons.
    • Destroy small craft assets.
Tag: Arbiter Arbiter Jacen Breska Jacen Breska CT-312 CT-312 Scherezade deWinter Scherezade deWinter

Welcome to the DeathDrop.

Esmeralda had heard the phrase countless times since her arrival. From the moment she had stepped foot on Wobblestation for her onboarding to now—her first mission as a patchless Recruit. The Echani wasn’t green by any stretch of the imagination. However, even after passing her onboarding assessment with flying colors and therefore being exempt from having to undergo basic training, she was still treated like a shiny. Nonetheless, she understood why they did it, in spite of the fact that she could help but to feel annoyed by the practice.

“Welcome to the DeathDrop!” A passing male voice called out from the nearby armory. Esmeralda turned her head in a fluid, graceful motion, offering the man a sharp, expressionless glance before continuing on her way to the briefing area.

Once inside, Esmeralda fell into a respectful silence as the mission was explained. There would be two teams: Ember and Inferno. She was assigned to Inferno, which was tasked with causing as much carnage as possible before breaking pursuit and proceeding towards extraction. Naturally, any who failed to make it would be left behind. Fortunately, reinforcement teams would be on station to assist in covering the retreat.

At that, Esmeralda allowed herself a tentative smile. The reinforcement teams’ presence turned it from a suicide mission to almost a suicide mission.

From there, Esmeralda glanced around until she caught sight of one the other Inferno team members, her HUD promptly identifying him as Jacen Breska. The Echani stepped towards him with an elegant, purposeful gait, her piercing blue eyes catching sight of the patch on his armor that marked him as a full-fledged DeathDropper. Drop pod, wings, skull, and flames.


In a fluid motion, she rose from her seat and walked until she stood right in front of him, close enough to see the pores in his skin. He was only an inch or two short, but by social constructs that meant he was at least a foot shorter than her. That was all right though, even if he were three feet shorter, it wouldn't have changed what she was about to do.

Scherezade gave Jacen a warm smile that was supposed to assure him she wasn't crazy. And then she closed what distance remained between them, and pressed her lips to his forehead, giving him a friendly forehead kiss.

Without another word or expectation, she turned around and left towards the hallway that would lead her to the taxi that would take her planetside to meet with @CT-312.

Esmeralda came to a stop before Jacen, her posture straight yet poised. And yet, her eyes went wide as saucers when the tall, thick-figured woman pressed her lips onto the DeathDropper's forehead, a gloved hand covering the Echani's mouth as she left.

“Ehh...umm...Esmeralda Io,” the Echani said, anxiously batting her lashes as her voice momentarily faltered, before returning to its clear, melodic tone. “Presenting and reporting for Team Inferno.” Esmeralda paused then, the gears visibly turning in her mind as she considered her next words.

"Am...I supposed to kiss you, sir?"

Welcome to the DeathDrop.


 
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Location: Lothal
Objective: Inferno
Outfit: Armoured
Equipment: Rotary Cannon, heavy pistol, beskad
Tags: Jacen Breska Jacen Breska | Esmeralda Io Esmeralda Io | CT-312 CT-312 | Scherezade deWinter Scherezade deWinter

Lothal was going through a political change, it reminded Tarw of the changes that were happening in the core. The violence of rebellion and the demands for both less oppression and for more. Some seeing imperial rule as a better situation than they already had, while others saw the dangers of such a situation. Tarw had been fighting every day he could, his once pristine armour was littered with scorch marks, dented in places and beyond well worn. In a short period of time, Tarw had gone from a new recruit within the Galactic Alliance to a well chiselled warrior of the rebel forces that operated within the core.

His eyes stared at the others in the DeathDrop that were attending the mission, they were not the ones he would normally work with. Most of them were likely people that would be the opposite side of him in battle. Siding with those he consider enemies. But he was here, he was willing to work with them. Not because he had lost sight of the mission, but because he needed this, he needed the experience of fighting not just against others but also fighting alongside soldiers who would be on the imperial side. The side of the Sith Order. Hoisting his rotary cannon over his right shoulder, Tarw knew he would be best suited to operating in the Inferno mission, the rebel soldier was built for being a sledge hammer, not a fine tuned tool necessary for stealth.

Stepping away from the holotable, Tarw walked towards the two other people taking part in the Inferno mission, "Tarw. Seems I will be joining you in the Inferno mission." Tarw spoke in a plain, monotoned voice behind his helmet as then looked to Esmeralda before turning back to Jacen. "I hope that isn't the customs here. I ain't one for public displays of affection. And I ain't giving anyone a forehead kiss." Tarw grunted, with a slight chuckle to his voice as he talked about the idea of giving anyone around here a forehead kiss.

Seemed too casual or intimate to be done during a meeting. "Shall we head to the pods then? Faster we get going, the faster Ember can get their job done."
 

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