Dominion Drop It Like It's Hoth (OPA Dominion of Hoth)

[Zak Amroth]

Hoth. One miserable barely inhabited ball of ice has decided the fate of empires. Graveyards of ancient star battles litter its surface. As soon as the Outer Planets Alliance arrived in system the scavengers began to circle. Convoys of prospectors drifting into the system represents the most traffic this world has received in centuries. Old Republic relics lie alongside Imperial hulks and its all just there for the taking.

The Dosuun Hegemony has little use for wasteland so Outpost Veers/Echo Base is now abandoned, but the old FOSB Archives aren't quite as deserted as everyone thinks. Either way the OPA has received a tip from our Jedi allies of a hidden enclave within Mount Ison. Its keeper doesn't take kindly to armed intruders however guests are welcome if only so they don't freeze to death.

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// ACCESSING ALLIANCE UNDERVINE //
// UPLINK ESTABLISHED //
GRAVEROBBING - [PvE] Hoth's surface is covered with massive starship graveyards. Strip anything valuable you can from the landscape either as part of a licensed OPA salvage team or for your own financial ends. Beware the wampa.

THE OLD MAN IN THE CAVE - [Exploration/Combat] Gather at the hidden enclave to organize expeditions to a booby trapped Echo Base or investigate reports of a power signature at the old FOSB Archives.

BYOO - Bring Your Own Objective!

 

[Sinestra]

THE OLD MAN IN THE CAVE - [Exploration/Combat]

How ironic, right? Back to Hoth brought back a wealth of memories of his time serving vigorously the First Order as a FOSB special agent; now he was the other side of the coin - an ORION agent. He never really forgave himself completely for doing this but the First Order he believed in was gone - torn into pieces of self-serving pricks of warlords. Maybe the anarchistic, lawless miscreants of the OPA were the greater good. Or the silver lining.

What was equally ironic was the fact there had been hidden Jedi Enclave right next door to the good ol' FOSB Archives. All this time and no one dug it out. Or he didn't really remember if someone did, he sure didn't. Well, guess today was going to be one of those days.

"Cold as balls. Just like always."

Some things never changed.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective: Graverobbing -> Hoth Naval Yard
Allies: OPA

The First Order has long since fallen, and now Janick was there in an attempt to support the ORION agents there. Salvaging the old derelict walkers and other ex-GA hardware may prove to contain items from which to get novel or at least pieces she needed for fulfilling future orders for alchemized equipment. Or maybe even outdated information. Yes, she knew about this place being cold, so she wore some thermal suit. But combing the Hoth Naval Yard's ruins for something of value, be it schematics, personnel files, or whatnot, especially secret sites in ex-FO territory, was going to be complicated. And not just because of her lack of experience with First Order computer security - while she may have had some success in slicing, her greatest accomplishments in that arena were in slicing Sith systems on Rhen Var and Kadavo. Her dealings with the First Order were limited to dogfighting over Terminus: hardly a clue to get access to their computer systems. She could always try the good old emergency maintenance trick, even though it carries the risk of triggering an exception warning at the onset...

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

THE OLD MAN IN THE CAVE - [Exploration/Combat] Gather at the hidden enclave to organize expeditions to a booby trapped Echo Base or investigate reports of a power signature at the old FOSB Archives.


The old man in question was Jend-Ro Quill, and Jend-Ro Quill hated company. He'd done more talking at more meetings in the last month than in the preceding decade. Now people were gathering at his home, the Hoth Enclave, and the sooner they moved on the better. But hospitality was a thing, so he'd outfitted the large front chamber with heaters, hot drinks, camp chairs, holo maps, and anything else they might need. And then he'd retreated to the absolute limits of both hospitality and the room. He sat in a camp chair at the back of the chamber, sipping steaming tauntaun milk from a thermos and wishing he were anywhere else.

When Sinestra arrived, the first of the anticipated visitors, Quill's discomfort grew. He just knew this fellow would be talkative. Sociable. He had the look.

 

[Sinestra]

He gave the old man sipping on tauntaun milk a surrendering look and scoffed.

"It always has to be the grumpy gran'pa on Taungsgiving at the end of the frigid ice cave. Never the ice queen of perfect cheekbones."

Jude landed on one of the camp chairs opposite of the old hermit and looked over the holomaps spread on the table before him.

"Got cards? Kill time before others show up and pester me into the archives. If someone even shows up."

Ol' granps looked familiar. It's how he imagined Grandpa Jedi looked back on marshy Manpha.

Jend-Ro Quill

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

Sinestra

Something rumbled low in Quill's throat. It might have been a cough, might have been a growl, might just have been hot tauntaun milk down the wrong tube.

But the cards thing wasn't the worst idea in the world, was it. And he could go find the cards, which meant he could be not here.

He got up- "hold on a sec" - and vanished into the enclave's cold dark hallways. He very much hoped the stubbly man with the massive jaw didn't follow him. Quill wasn't the enclave's only resident, but close. Anyone who came here liked peace and quiet.

He returned about five blissful minutes later with a sabacc fixer, a faded deck, and a bag of faded chips. He laid out the game between the maps. No comment.

 

[Sinestra]

Five minutes passed like five years and for a moment there Jude thought the granps had bailed on the whole idea of being in the presence of anyone else but himself.

Nonetheless, ol' hermit came back with some good news.

Sabacc!

Shuffling, dealing, trading, drawing. The Great Card Game of Hoth began.

"Shit." Jude revealed his cards at the end of the round with a sour taste in his mouth and a handful of faded chips bound to be delivered to his opponent.

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[Wulf Orlock]

Post #1
Attn: OPEN (Opposing OPA)
Objective: Secure FOSB archives, extract intel
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• 9th Company, 131st Ultranaut Regiment​

Hoth was cold. For many in the galaxy, it was an icy hellhole, to be avoided due to its climate and weather conditions. For the 9th Company of the 131st Ultranaut Regiment of the Eternal Army, it was the kind of weather they were at home in, so very similar to their own homeworld, except lacking the super-blizzards that were so common on Kalidan.

The convoy maintained a good pace through the wintry landscape, their heavy vehicles tearing up the snow under their wheels and treads. Two Foxhound light attack vehicles scouted ahead, while the main column, consisting of two infantry fighting vehicles along with several APCs and protected mobility vehicles carried the main assault force towards their destination, the old FOSB archives located on the planet, which Blackwatch had identified as a high value target.

Deploying from a stealth cruiser hidden in orbit, the strike force's mission parameters were simple: Secure the old FOSB facility, extract every piece of intel available, then blow up the base, to make sure no one else gets their hands on whatever information is still stored within its databanks. To that end, the convoy had brought along a terrible weapon, an isotope-5 bomb powerful enough to level the place and erase all traces of what had transpired. Personally commanding the operation, was none other than Fieldmarshall Wulf Orlock, the feared Butcher of Bakura himself.

"<ETA to destination,>" he ordered in a calm voice, the words spoken in High Nelvaanian, the language of the Eternal Empire. "<Fifteen minutes, sir,>" reported one of the officers, the voice distorted by the comms. "<Good. Have the Foxhounds fall back to the convoy. Maintain radio silence,>" replied the Fieldmarshall.

"<Copy that, sir. Delta-four out.>"

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

Sinestra Wulf Orlock

Quill squinted at his cards.

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"I think I won that...right?"

He flinched as an alarm started wooping. The enclave's sensor suite had saved his bacon more than once, and right now it thought something was amiss. He got up and went over to a wall terminal.

"I'd thought the OPA was gathering here before heading to the old First Order intel base." Something like dread coiled in his gut. "That's not OPA forces, is it. That's...well, I can't get a count, but a lot of vehicles." He bit back profanity. "Can you call someone and verify, see if there's anything of ours heading that way? I'm not wild about the idea of taking out the snowspeeders." The enclave had a couple of them, mostly for supply runs and visiting far-flung wampa tribes. They'd do in a pinch if this came to a fight. Maybe.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective: Graverobbing
Allies: OPA

With the main gates of the ground side Naval Yard facilities being ruined by years of dereliction and abandonment, and the early warning systems having fallen in disrepair, maybe even destroyed by the Ssi-ruuk in their attack, Janick entered the Yard premises in search of a terminal for her to perform emergency maintenance on the Yard's mainframe from. She suspected that biometric authentication is off the table especially since the need to maintain continuity of command was on the main concerns - at the time, Hoth was close enough to the GA (and later ORC) to contemplate potential losses in the chain of command, due to battle essentially. So while the search for a terminal continues, she could begin to think about the possible alternatives to biometric credentials for the next phase of the process. As well as the adjustments required beyond changing the passwords (assuming multi-factor authentication was in use). With a dataspike and other slicing equipment ready, time was short...

 

[Sinestra]

"Yep." Jude sighed as he pushed the chips at the old man's direction.

The agent nearly fell of his chair when alarms started booming. He didn't really expect the place to be outfitted with anything else other than...average camping gear and a reminder for fading memory 'don't eat the yellow snow'. Jude stood up from his chair and reached for the comlink on his belt.

"They were supposed to. A handful, at most." he confirmed dreadfully and then spoke through the com. "To all OPA assets in the area, this is J. ORION. Y'all sending the cavalry down here cause we're detecting heavy movement signals on the ground." Static. Silence.

"That seems to answer it for ya, ol' man." Jude muttered. "Message's sent, whether they received it or not - I ain't sure." Once more, ORION gear was primitive compared to what the FOSB used to hand out like candy.

"There's an old First Order Security Bureau facility here. Archives. A handful of people in the Bureau used to know about it, even less outside the Bureau." he explained with a certain dread in his tone. "If OPA was coming in with a lot of vehicles, I wouldda known."

He jerked his head at the depths of the hermit's cave.

"Where'd you say those snowspeeders were?"

Jend-Ro Quill Wulf Orlock

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

Sinestra

"Well, let's see if they start. Been a little cold lately."

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They didn't. Or rather, one didn't, and the other took a good five minutes of coaxing to fire up. It was a two-seat vehicle with a pair of laser cannons fixed forward and a tow cable/blaster cannon combo out back. Slim pickings against the probably-hostile vehicles out there. Even if they got out, got in the game, they might be limited to harrying action and scouting -- spotting for whatever the OPA had in orbit, which probably wasn't much.

"I know the area and the speeder but I'm not much of a combat pilot." Quill zipped up his coat and opened the enclave's bay door. Snow blew in immediately, swirled around his boots, hissed off the vehicle's exhaust. "Are you?"

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Mežsrožu smirked, "so the rats have come to play in the cold, my pets could use a snack." There had been a lot that the young woman had learned from Taeli Raaf prior to her 'escape,' from the Sith Empire. She watched as the ice worms were dispatched with a craving for the light siders, a preliminary batch to see where she would need to tweak the genetics in the next generation. A whir of the woman's mechanical hand as she pointed toward the old Outpost. Snowtroopers acknowledged the Ren and mounted speeders to make haste for the Outpost. "Dispatch the Navy, FN-3156." ​

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"One should mind the graveyard," her tone laced with malice within was obvious. The ground around her began to shake as the bay doors opened and TIE Fighters emerged. "Ren, we have guests."​

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"Oh?" She inquired and took hold of the binocs that FN-3149 had used. "I see, well, please give them my utmost gratitude and show them a warm First Order welcome."​

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Mežsrožu had no intention of keeping the archives, any of the information held there had long been marked obsolete as the First Order was now merely a fragment of what they once were. Nostalgia might be the most one might achieve from there, anything of importance had been wiped prior to the Fall. Of that, she knew the FOSB had done, and of that, she knew that the Minister of Security Dante Calgar would have ensured personally. May he rest in peace she scarcely batted an eyelash at his memory. No, Mežsrožu just wanted the Alliance to feel the cold burns of Hoth and leave a permanent scar on their persons. ​

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A notice would be sent through encrypted channels to Wulf Orlock : "FOR SIEGER"​

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The Ren escorted by her guards headed toward the base's tower. She would take a lift to the communications center where she would provide a perfect boost of morale. "Remember the day the Alliance dared come through here, remember our fallen, and remember that the First Order pushed against the tide of tyranny and shall do so once more. Remember Dante, Remember Pierce and REMEMBER NATASI!"​

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A sacred name to be sure, one that elicited loyalty beyond life as those who now left the base's hangar would die for the First Order. "FN-3156, dispatch the Marines and call in for our new ships. I believe the Raskovas have a mountain to level."​

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"Of course Ren, straight away."​

Jend-Ro Quill | Sinestra​

 

[Sinestra]

He observed in despair as the second snowspeeder started and choked for a few long minutes. Minutes in which Jude prayed to all the celestial bodies in the galaxy it runs. They heard him.

To the ol' man's question, Jude spread his arms in capitulation. "Guess I am."

*

With a heavy groan, the snowspeeder was out and up in the air. The perfect snow landscape was plagued by moving behemoths of machines shredding through the snow and ice with an intent. If that wasn't enough, there were unmistakable TIE fighters screeching in the air.

"Let's see if this works." Jude pressed a button to turn on the speeders' scanners. The thing short circuited his finger and Jude jerked the snowspeeder to the side accidentally. It twirled in a loop once before he stabilized it. "Karkin' old piece of junk. Hey, at least it works." he nodded at the scanner screen. The other screen on the old man's side should be working too.

"These ain't no OPA cavalry, chief." the agent stated the obvious, keeping the snowspeeder on a steady for its age course towards the vehicles. "Got an action plan?"

Cause he sure as hell didn't.

Jend-Ro Quill Mishel Kryze Wulf Orlock

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective 1: Graverobbing
Allies: OPA
Enemies: First Order

If her suspicion is correct, most of the content would be marked as obsolete after a certain amount of time has passed since the fall of the First Order. This meant that the only remaining content of interest would be the locations of some secret assets: these tended to better withstand the test of time than any other information that the databanks she could be on Hoth on behalf of ORION for. And there were fighters overhead her position, meaning that time was much shorter than anticipated to get an emergency maintenance (and, more critically, emergency backups). However, they seemed to be after other OPA elements: she began by introducing a complete reset of the credentials of a deceased user with the requisite authorizations to perform these two tasks. Power levels on-site were nominal at best so Janick may need to get some bolts of Force-lightning on the backup power cells to get the job done. Once she entered the system, she needed to watch out for any fluctuations in the mainframe's energy levels, but planets like Hoth were ideal locations to get datacenters built thanks to reduction in cooling requirements. Janick could also feel her brain operating faster than usual also...

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Objective: 2
Location: Hoth Atmosphere


Hoth... Many years ago the Master of Ren, then the Knight of Ren Kyrel had fought on the icy fields of this hell hole known as Hoth. Now he had come here again to stop the enemies of the First Order. While the First Order was remnants scattered into fiefdoms of Warlords such as himself. The First Order did not die completely if anything they proved to be elusive adversaries of the Alliance. Even while he heard a dark voice plague his every waking thought coming from deep into the Unknown Regions. He must show that the Alliance must be stopped or slowed in some way. When the fanatacial abomination known as Mishel had told him of the slowly encroaching advance upon Hoth. He rounded up several squads of Crimson Snowtroopers, a squadron of TIEs and troop landers.

The roar of his TIE Silencer filled through the skies as he went on a series of strafing runs with the TIE escort that was with the landers. Guiding them through enemy forces. Kyrel couldn't help but ponder when they would reach his volcanic fortress of Mustafar. It was only a matter of time having reached the Ison Corridor. He was prepared for War should they invade. But how long could he hold out. Banishing any of these worries, he directed himself and his forces to the likes of Mount Ison. If the enemy were after serious information they would come for the Archives. He would be waiting for his foes to appear. Laying down cover fire he landed the craft near an icy passage on the slopes of Ison. With the Landers deploying the snowtroopers, Kyrel slowly landing beside the troops and emerging covered in his dark armor. "Into the passage, we must go. I sense our enemies aren't far from where we are... Stay close to me and be prepared to guard the archives with your lives.. Set up explosives around the archives. If we cannot gain the information we will deny that for our enemy."

Into the icy passage, Kyrel went, alongside with that of his troops. They were not meant to win. They would only win by denying the enemy what they desire. Kyrel would make sure of it. Pulling out his saberstaff, walking along one of the passageways that would lead to the archives. Mindful of the enemies that were coming.

Jend-Ro Quill Sinestra Mishel Kryze

 

[Kimiko Taiyou]

Objective 2
Kyrel Ren

The frigid bite of Hoth, though not her first time, was never something you got used to. But this was the first time her retinue had felt the sting. They were here on order to discover what was hiding in the depths of a former First Order base.

Things had gone smoothly thus far, the drop and entrance to the suspicious mountain. The 12th Expeditionary Battalion accompanied their Empress. They were joined by a detachment of Imperial Guards. Nothing was being taken for granted this time a round.

The Empress herself was at the lead of her column, slowly advancing through the darkness. Feeling ahead for whatever may be lying in wait.

Suddenly she froze, hand in the air, sending the Marines to weapons ready. Ki said in a lowered voice through her headset,"I sense something familiar ahead. Let's continue with caution, maintain dispersion and keep weapons down until fired upon."

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

IMMEDIATE: Sinestra Wulf Orlock
AREA: Kyrel Ren @Mishel Ren Kimiko Taiyou

"Plan? No I do not."

The snowspeeder skimmed over the slopes of Mount Ison as Quill and Stubble - his name was Falkrowe, apparently - bore down on the unidentified ground forces. An awful lot of other sensor contacts were blossoming, some with friendly IFF signatures and others definitely without. Some of those contacts looked like TIEs. On the plus side, apparently an OPA-affiliated infantry force was touching down - but the comm chatter indicated they were about to engage with the Knights of Ren right here on Mount Ison. In the back seat of the speeder, Quill started thinking sad thoughts about his beloved enclave that had served him so well.

"What I have, Mister Falkrowe, is a very bad feeling about this."

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective 1: Graverobbing
Allies: OPA
Enemies: First Order

What it means here was that, for some reason, the First Order have deemed her a non-factor, presumably because they feel that the FOSB Archives were so much more important than the ruins of the Hoth Naval Yard. May as well take advantage of them ignoring the Yard! she thought, while realizing that power levels at the mainframe were dangerously low, potentially causing issues. Angry at this state of affairs, Janick had enough anger to channel into a nearby power cell, so she didn't hesitate a single moment: using Force-lightning on the power cell was the only thing that made sense to ensure there would be enough juice to complete what she went there for, even if it meant frying the other systems down the road. Meanwhile, the emergency backup, which was the priority in performing an emergency maintenance, was facilitated by the absence of system exception warnings upon resetting the passwords of the long-deceased computer technician. However, it was not complete, and it would take a while to perform. Yet, it's entirely possible that she would go detected if a code injection is not done soon.

 

[HK-42]

Technical Objective Three: BYOO

BYOO: Assist First Order Forces; Instill Fear into those who Oppose the First Order; Find Kyrel Ren

Allies: Kyrel Ren, Other First Order Forces

Enemies: Currently Unknown.

Current Planetary Location: Hoth Atmosphere

Current Immediate Location: The Bridge of the Qymaen jal Sheelal

It was time...After all of this time, it was time to return, to the First Order. HK-42 had gone into a form of hiding after some major projects including an entire army of Battle Droids, ready to be used against those who went up against Grevious, his long term Ally, Kyrel Ren, and the First Order as a whole. He arrived with only a single ship; The Qymaen jal Sheelal, his personal Command Ship, after he had learned that the First Order was launching an operation on Hoth. HK-42 was already preparing ground forces to go down onto the planet, and once again, a Single Hellspawn Transport would do for now. He needed to reconnect with the First Order. Killing any enemies of both his and theirs was only secondary. As such, only 4 squads of B2-CA Cold Assault Droids and B2-CS Cold Sniper Droids were going down onto the surface with HK-42 himself.

He did decide though, to make his presence known besides his ship jumping out of Hyperspace close to the Planet of Hoth. "Commodore...Open a Communications Channel on the First Order Frequency in our Databanks." He ordered a nearby Battle Droid to do. Once the Channel was confirmed to be opened, HK-42 spoke out on the bridge to address the First Oder once more. "Members of the First Order. This is General Grievous the Second. I have returned from the Unknown Regions of this Galaxy to aid you in both this Operation and Future Operations. I have picked up a First Order power signature on the Planet's Surface, matching that of the FOSB Archives. I will be on the ground with 8 squads of Cold Weather Adapted Battle droids and will assist as needed. If anyone is able to hear me on this Frequency, know that I am here to assist the First Order, and bring fear back into the hearts of those who dare oppose it, and its Masters. I will see you on the Ground Shortly."

Once his transmission to anyone who could of heard him on that frequency was over, HK-42 left the Bridge and made his way to the Main Hangar. Here, the single Hellspawn Transport Frigate was waiting, with the 8 total squads that were ordered to the ship. As soon as HK-42 was onboard, the Transport left the Command Sip, and began to head Planetward.

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