Dominion Embarrassment of Riches | EOTL Dominion of Jabiim

[Tibera Jessen]

It was rare to meet an optimist in a warzone, but here was Ami chipper as can be. The girl was probably nuts, not that Tibera would ever say such out loud. For as small as Ami was, she was a hell of a fighter. The only point of contention was that nickname, "Snowball". If that name stuck then there was no way of living it down.

"Easy with the snowball stuff! How do you even come up with these wacko nicknames anyway?"

Before Tibera could get an answer several nationalist came down the hill towards them. With a series of blasts from their disruptor the enemies were turned to dust. Highly overkill for unarmored rebel fighters, but Tibera only cared for the expense of the cartridges they were wasting. Plasma ammo definitely didn't grow on trees after all.

"Anyway little bit your Empire has some real crazies in it. You see the guy with the big gun leading the charge? I didn't think that Imperial commanders knew where the front was, let alone how to charge in and fight like that.'

Tibera had no great opinions of Imperial leadership. Most of them were keen to sip back sipping caf while the troopers died for them. It didn't matter how high the bodycount was as long as the objective was secured. And that was to say nothing about collateral damage. Between the Empire and The Final Dawn, it was hard to say who had the who was the more dangerous party to work for.

Amiggie Lutih

Agatha Io

Orion_Knight

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Location: West Continent Plains - Jabiim
Call Sign: Rominaria Seven
Objective: Coaxium Heist
Tag: Myri Dara The Voice of the Lost

Ivixa immediately set to work on the door. With a soft grunt, the tiny Asa’nyx punched her multi-slice tool into the scomp receptacle and waited for it to hack the controls. Then, she brought up the holographic interface on her OmniLink and quickly inputted the commands.

“Copy that. Breaching initiated. This should open your door as well, agent.” Ivixa said. Then, just as she finished speaking, the slicing was complete. On cue, the doors slid open as if they were never locked to begin with. Without hesitation, Ivixa pushed her way into the cabin, before immediately shooting one of the security guards with a surgical CryoBan blast to the head that promptly froze the man’s brain inside his skull, crystallizing the organ so that it would never support neurological functions again. She left the other one for Myri, trusting that the Teräs Käsi expert would be capable of dispatching the guard on her own.

Once it was done, the tiny Asa’nyx shifted her gaze to the two operators—a long-snouted Dug and a rotund, egg-shaped human who was already perspiring copious amounts of sweat, staining the underarms of his shirt in the process.

“Which one of you is in charge here?” Ivixa called out as she leveled her pistols towards the two operators. “Turn over the cargo manifest right now.” The tiny agent demanded. “If we have to slice it from these computers or interrogate one of you for it, the ISB will extract its due for any losses incurred in the process.” She continued, her gaze tight and unyielding as she looked between the two operators.

“So, which one will it be?”

Spoiler: Loadout

• Ivixa’s Phase II “Glitter Ghost” Sniper Armor
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - R/L
  • Droid
    
    • ASBF-X86p “Njósnari” Probe Droid
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• AUT/NIO-05
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-100x FAE/S-08 Electro-Scope
  • Ammunition
    
    • TibannaX Canister (5)
• CP-01R CryoBan Pistol
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Reflec Coating
  • Ammunition
    
    • CryoBan Cell (4)
• X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
  • Ammunition
    
    • Power Cell (4)

 

[Agatha Io]

Agatha moved with the Troops, the Model 3's providing sniper fire as they marched ahead, taking out problems before they had a chance to be Problems.

The House Mercenary B1 units kept in tight formation, acting as scouts for the main Force while Nuetralizers tried to draw the most aggro to their position. The more they were being shot at the less a Stormtrooper was getting shot.

Agatha, when she wasn't making sure a Stormtrooper didn't bite the dust early, was making sure no enemy got near her patients. And the Stormtroopers were rapidly learning that even House Io's medics were nothing you wanted to willingly engage. Some would accuse the Medical Nuetralizers of having been over designed (After all, why, WHY, did they all look like supermodels?). They could make that accusation, her mother would say, only because they had not been killed or saved by one. (She would, admittedly, not have been able to easily answer why she made every Organic Droid designed by her look like a supermodel. Some meandering excuse about 'Living Art' probably.)

Agatha, after making sure her patients had been properly treated, scrounged the battlefield looking for more wounded Stormtroopers. She would find them, treat who she could treat, and make sure the rest were ready for airlift. She could only do so much in the field, especially in such a dangerous situation.

But then, she got the orders to rejoin the front, as she was among the most successful at saving wounded Stormtroopers. The ones undamaged by the Ion Blasts said they would take care of it while Agatha, still looking half burned and melted, headed to where the others were heading. The Ion had disabled regenerative systems that allowed her to donate organs from herself, so it was basically gonna be good old medicine. She soon spotted The Model 3's going scorched earth on every Rebel they found, fighting alongside stormtroopers with a gleeful attitude, cackling as they filled rebel after rebel with large holes, having adapted quick to relatively primitive tactics. The fact they had only lost a few of their B1's and only a few Model 3's were testament to their designs.

Even years after the Bryn'adul Wars, years and years after the CIS itself had fallen, The Nuetralizers still stood, House Io still stood, proud, defiant.

She hadn't been there for the major conflicts but as she saw only a small fraction of her family inflict horribly large amounts of casualties, she couldn't help but feel inspired...after all, when the conflict started up with the Jedi in earnest again, thousands of Nuetralizers would be helping the EOTL, not just the dozens here.

It would be a grand campaign. A campaign of justice! A campaign of revenge against the Jedi, and the corrupt politicians they supported. It was they who had collapsed the Elder Compact. They who had ruined any chance of a unified response against the Bryn'adul.

It was they who would suffer the consequences of leaving all those worlds to burn.

Agatha felt that patriotism her society taught, the great reason their House ended up existing. The great reason it should exist.

Yet she also felt... conflict. Not with these rebels, they had played the game and were losing fair and square. But there were many who had never played the game at all and didn't want to. It was they who would be hurt, and that left her unsettled.

Regardless, she would do as directed and continue aiding the Empire.

Meanwhile, one of the black and blue B1 units ran up to Captain Hondi.

"Captain! Just got the word! House Io Special Forces are on the way to this battlefield to assist you, and an air strike from our forces is primed to go. As soon as you give the go ahead, we can initiate the strike."

The Voice of the Lost

Orion_Knight

Tibera Jessen

Maldor Mecetti

 

[Myri Dara]

Objective: Objective 2: Coaxium Heist
Location: West Continent Plains - Jabiim
Equipment:

• Protective Bodysuit
• HUD goggles
• Overseer-pattern HPI Biochip
• FAE/P-02 "Phoenix" Winged Jetpack
• KC-77N Hybrid Pistols x2
• Knuckle plate vibro blade

Tag: Ivixa Nera'kas | The Voice of the Lost | OPEN
Dialogue Legend: "Galactic Basic" | << comm. channel >>

Myri heard the message from her superior agent and waited for the right moment. She saw the Asa’nyx applying the lock slice to the door and tried her best to be patient. A click and a slight hiss sounded as the doors on either side of the train’s engine opened. Myri moved almost as fast as Ivixa. The first guard was down from a blaster shot. Myri seconds later had rushed the second guard and with a flourish of knees, elbows, feet and hands, the guard was on the ground with a snapped neck. There was a grin on Myri’s face as she turned to face the last two occupants of the engine.

Ivixa demanded to know who was in charge. Myri sized the two up and guessed it was the round man who told the Dug how to manage the train. But Myri’s instincts were not exactly honed as sharply as Ivixa’s so she decided to wait for the opponents to respond, tapping her feet and cracking her knuckles in anticipation. ”You don’t want to test her. She might be small, but you see your friend,” Myri pointed to the man that Ivixa had shot. ”And I take orders from her. Your other friend didn’t exit life in a comfortable manner either.”