Every Day a Little Death | First Order Dominion of Taloraan Hex

[Rexus Wenck]

Post 19.
Rexus’ enjoyment of his food ended then and there. All of a sudden, he felt intense pressure on his bladder, nothing he’d ever felt before. The man crumpled over, partially in pain as his stomach contracted. He fell from his stool, his armour audibly clattered on the ground as he hit it. “Kark!” He grunted. He could hear the commotion, as the diners chefs ran out to check if he was alright. Check if he was ok.

“Sir, sir!” The Twi’lek called out, “Sir where are-“ She stepped out from behind the counter and looked at him.

“Toilet!” He grunted, eyes closed, “I need a toilet!”

The three staff members looked confused, and conferred with each other wordlessly, “Hurry the kark up!” Rexus screamed, “I need a karking toilet! I’m gonna explode here!”

Hauling him up to his feet, the Rodian hauled Rexus to his feet, and the stormtrooper doubled over, “Come on, come on!” He bellowed, “Get me somewhere to relieve myself!”

The Twi’lek nodded, “Around the corner, you’ll see a corridor, first door to the left.” She said. Rexus needed no more warning, as he began the most awkward looking charge to the bathroom ever conceived.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Fenessa
Objective: Build an orbital trading station
Allies: [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Jaina Ventor"] [member="Sal Zambrano"] [member="Ignatius Rausgeber"]
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 7/37

Prefabricated stations were often used when there was little time to get customized things done; often these were used when the planet had minor needs or time-sensitive needs. For now, anyway, Dunames was satisfied with the progress of the trade station's construction, with the trade station's middle layer being almost completed. Which brought the crew quarters to standard, but the fitting out was yet to be done, so they had to wait a bit until they could get the furnishings inside: it was often prudent not to get that done immediately after the room was completed in orbital constructions. With that said, the inner layer has begun fitting out, with the tugs bringing in the equipment needed to get the inner segments to operational status as well as the ribs and other portions making up the trade station's outer segments. However, in all the euphoria of getting a station assembled in just three days, there was one question left unresolved:

"Is there anything missing? Do we need to order extra parts?"

"No"

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Fenessa[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective: Pursue pirates and ne'er do wells[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Post: 1[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Captain Pharazon and the rest of the grim Stormtroopers of the 13th Company trudged across the dry and rocky ground of the planet Fenessa, marching in irregular columns through a rocky ravine. Dust stained his normally pristine white armour and that of his subordinates and sweat beaded on his forehead despite his armour’s climate control given how long they had been marching, no vehicles available could pass the terrain of the relatively hidden route Pharazon had chosen to approach the suspected hideout from. For hours the troopers of the 13th had been making their way through the treacherous and rocky terrain that surrounded them, following up on sightings and reports of some kind of criminals that had been plaguing the mountain nerf ranchers and other residents of the planet so much they had requested the First Order assume law and order responsibilities. Of course, this particular group that Pharazon had been sent after were rumoured to be heavily armed and not unwilling to burn farmsteads to the ground and murder or enslave the inhabitants should they challenge them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The scum will not find us so meekly conquered. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Silently signalling for the columns to stop, Pharazon quickly checked his disruptor rifle power settings to ensure it was ready to deliver merciless death in the name of the Supreme Leader and the cause of order. Satisfied with his previous impeccable calibrations, he activated his helmet’s internal macro-binoculars and surveyed the path ahead. Yes… tracks and elements of smoke[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. They had found them[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Ordering his troops into battle formation he signalled them forward, he did not know if they would find pirates, but whatever they found would submit or be destroyed.[/SIZE]

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Post 20

Rexus sprinted as fast as he had ever run before to the bathroom. What the staff of the diner hadn’t expressed was how far ‘around the corner’ would be. The stormtrooper could physically feel his bladder expanding, and himself needing a way to relieve himself. The trooper pushed through squads of his holidaying comrades. “Sorry, make way!” He grunted as he brushed past them, he continued on his way, and turned around the corner, only to be met by a horrifying turn of events.

Sitting right outside the toilet block sat a sign, although Rexus was barely literate he knew what it meant. The toilets were closed. Kark. He couldn’t wait any longer, all the caff had eroded his bladders strength. He had to find someplace to go. It wouldn’t be pretty, but it needed to happen. He scanned around, looking for some secluded corner, there wasn’t one. He could have tried to do his business in the corner with a potted plant. Perhaps in a shop, maybe… And that’s when he saw it, a photo booth.

Rexus bolted for the photo booth, making a beeline for it. He barged through dozens of couples, families and singles alike. As he reached the front of the crew, toppling over a small child, a family of four were walking out. Not waiting at all, Rexus barged in, and let his trousers drop. The spray was indiscriminate. There was no control, he was like a bloody fire hydrant. But that didn’t matter to Rexus. The sweet relief of a non-engorged bladder meant more.

It wouldn’t be for a few seconds after he’d finished that a definitive realisation of what he had done would come over him. Rexus then realised he needed to go. Without waiting for anyone at all, he ran out of the booth, and as far away as possible from the photo booth, hoping to get on the next shuttle back to a destroyer.

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Fenessa[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Objective: Pursue pirates and ne'er do wells[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Post: 2[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Closer and closer the skull masked Stormtroopers advanced through the ravine, edging their way up the rocky terrain towards the small opening in the gorge that Pharazon had spotted small but obvious puffs of smoke wafting over. [/SIZE]"They are not being very careful to mask their presence...”[SIZE=11pt] he commed to his Lieutenants, “but keep the platoons ready, intel is near non-existent on these scum and I will not be ambushed by slime like these merely because of hubris” he finished sharply before receiving a chorus of professional confirmations. Not that his Lieutenants needed any encouragement, they knew what to do and what Pharazon expected of them. They also did not want to be humiliated by pirates of all things either.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Nethertheless, Pharazon could see the anger in his Lieutenants and other troopers, in their words and movements. They had seen the reports of the burnt out farms, the bodies, if these were the pirates they had been sent to hunt down, they would find no mercy from the 13th.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As the company positioned itself around the gorge mouth, careful to keep out of sight for anything beyond, the sights and sounds of activity emanating from the buildings beyond betraying some form of inhabitants, Pharazon gingerly peeked around the corner.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Armed guards, combat speeders, slave cages, mechanical pits and numerous other utility and strategic buildings he had come to expect from pirates. The ragged beings roaming the camp beyond did not seem overly disciplined in their movements, so Pharazon quickly planned a swift attack that would take the entire company into the heart of the base quickly and leave little room for a counter by the scum.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He had his confirmation, and death would swiftly come to those inside in punishment for their [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]heinous[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] crimes against the people of Fenessa and to ensure continued order once the First Order annexed the world. And so he quickly set about informing his officers of his plan. Satisfied they were ready, with his troopers performing final checks on weapons, arraying themselves into squads, and preparing heavy weapons for their targets, Pharazon took one last breath as he stood at the head of the grim and ready company with his back against the gorge mouth.[/SIZE]

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Fenessa
Objective: Build an orbital trading station
Allies: [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Jaina Ventor"] [member="Sal Zambrano"] [member="Ignatius Rausgeber"]
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 8/37

That was a definite relief for Dunames and the crew to know that the station was going to be finished on schedule with any delays would have been caused by missing components. If it was stuff as trivial as a rivet, it was acceptable to get it borne from the ship's reserves of space parts, but here it was a touching display of speed, where the tugs worked tirelessly along with its operators and other construction crews, over the next day, to get the outer layer finished and to get the station to open. Already the fitting out of the middle layer was well underway so that the trade station could finally open for the benefit of the Fenessa residents, especially since Fenessa is expected to remain somewhat of a backwater in the Unknown Regions until such time comes where it could become comparable to the more civilized Outer Rim worlds (even though it may never reach populations comparable to even Mid Rim worlds).

"A few more hours and the station can open, boss" Merrily reports back to Dunames.

"Good: prepare the champagne and the saber for the trading station's opening: doesn't matter if it's a lightsaber or a beskad"

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Fenessa[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Objective: Pursue pirates and ne'er do wells[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Post: 3[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He exhaled and opened his eyes, clarity descending upon him as he channeled his hatred and fear into his mind and muscles as he had done unconsciously so many times before. He now knew what he was actually doing, channeling the force in some way. He did not know how he did it, or even if he was doing it correctly, all he knew was that it made him feel like he had rested for a week, taken obscene amounts of stims, and grown incredibly bloodthirsty. He could not sense where the pirates where this time like he had before, but that mattered little. Wherever they are, I will find them, and I will kill them[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. His mind raced and he rapidly brought his raging emotions and awareness under limited control, like a ravenous beast chained.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He tore out from the gorge mouth, sprinting into the camp and near disintegrating a very surprised rodian raider as he roared “Charge!”. The rest of the two hundred or so Stormtroopers surged forward behind him in platoon formations, two were following Pharazon right up the centre while the other two flanked to the side. Where there had once been only silence and the irrelevant complaints of the pirates about problems no longer serious to thee, there was now a wall of sound charging from the Stormtroopers into the camp.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]An amplified roar from hundreds of angry Imperials mixed with the cacophony of death being belched forth from the blasters and heavy weapons of the 13th. Surprised pirates and rustlers fell in droves, reduced to smoldering heaps on the ground before the Imperial onslaught. Many did not even have the chance to return fire given the utter viciousness and speed of the attack, while those that had found their pitiful attacks futile against the armour of the Stormtroopers. Some Imperials fell, with armour blackened from inaccurate blaster hits but none had been felled, their white armoured forms rose to fight once again like the pale revenants of old tales as they surged into and around the canyon base. Pharazon killed silently though he was reveling in the power massacring the inept pirates made him feel, ripping bodies apart with his ion disruptor rifle, slaughtering any that attempted to flee from the assault.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]None would escape with their lives. And yet, as Pharazon fought, with his distinctly non-regulation great blade recovered from the slaver he had fought on Kaeshana strapped to his back, unbloodied he felt something, heard [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]something within his mind. A near silent tendril of a serpentine hiss emanated in the back of his thoughts, repeating slowly, almost imperceptibly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Killl them all…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Leave none alive...[/SIZE]

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Fenessa
Objective: Build an orbital trading station
Allies: [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Jaina Ventor"] [member="Sal Zambrano"] [member="Ignatius Rausgeber"]
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 9/37

With the station opening close at hand, Merrily, Dunames, and even two of her prized employees, Frank and Anastasia got themselves ready to board the station for the ribbon cutting ceremony, which would signify the opening of the orbital trading station to the public. That, even though Anastasia was only familiar with the First Order as far as fashion was concerned, and not finances or transportation, thanks to her being the comptroller assigned to the Primeval region. Once the foursome were on the station's main hangar, Merrily held the bottle of champagne close to the ribbon, with Anastasia handing the beskad for Dunames to cut both the ribbon and the bottle with. And the other construction crews were ready, standing at attention, waiting for the moment they worked so hard towards, that is, the grand opening of the station, alongside the staffers of the trade outpost, who also were present in the main hangar alongside everyone else. Once the ribbon and the bottle were cut, in one wide saber swing...

"I hereby declare the Fenessa trade outpost open for business!"

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Fenessa[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Objective: Slaughter pirates and ne'er do wells[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Post: 4[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The 3rd and 4th platoons surrounded the small compound, scattering into the rocky crags surrounding the filthy pirate base and pouring fire into the pirates still foolishly milling about in the open. Blaster rifles barked and megablasters raked the open ground and buildings with lightning red death, the gorge walls perpetually flashing red from the horrific onslaught of the 13th.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Hit the armouries, now!” Pharazon barked, noting that all his troops were now in position. Swiftly and in a grimly efficient manner, several Stormtroopers of the 3rd and 4th platoons brought their missile launchers to bare with deadly results. The missiles streamed forth with a bang, hurtling toward the buildings the pirates had been streaming in and out of retrieving weapons in scurrying groups as the assault had progress. Pharazon and the two platoons amongst the middle of the base expertly withdrew, firing as they moved just before the missiles found their targets.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]With horrific and powerful explosions the missiles impacted, followed by a second wave, spreading fire, earth, rock, and body parts into the around in a great and terrible plume. The pirates shattered, barely holding on until this moment many now openly fled, some on fire, while others stood dazed after the explosions only to be scythed down by merciless red bolts of death. Others still threw themselves desperately towards the grim and now silent Stormtroopers in a futile last gesture. It would not save them. Nothing will save them... Pharazon waxed darkly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Close the noose” Pharazon hissed, as he handed his disruptor off to his batman and drew his blaster pistol and his ghastly great sword.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Leave none alive…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Slowly, forebodingly, the Stormtroopers enclosed the base from all sides firing as they marched, blasting, cutting down, and bayoneting all before their dreadful path.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Kill them all...[/SIZE]

 

[Cable Shike]

TALORAAN
ENGAGING TERRORIST CELL
POST 3

Whatever the delay had been for, it didn't last long. No sooner had Cable begun to get agitated than the Hellhawk picked up speed and the small group moved off in a rush, as if eager to make up lost time. They reached the target a few minutes later, a small compound in the middle of an industrial district. On approach they slowed and went low, trying to keep it quiet, and giving Cable plenty of time to observe how the local security forces had worked on their pen. The streets were empty, unusual for an industrial section in the middle of the day, but security forces were keeping things subtle, working forwards street by street not in uniforms or ranks, but with plain clothes officers and unmarked cars. Probably trying to keep people at ease more than anything, since the terrorists almost certainly knew they were surrounded.

If anything it was just to keep them off guard until Cable and his team arrived. Assuming the bad guys weren't total incompetent, they were making preparations to depart extra quick like. Too much urgency and they might run rather than fight. You wanted them stressed so they'd make mistakes but not so panicked they thought they were out of time.

Which of course, they were.

The first Hellhawk banked to the right and sprayed the roof of the compound with every available weapon. Blaster fire tore up chunks of duracrete and plaster and coated the whole building in a cloud of dust and debris. Then it took up an overwatch position while the other three moved in for drop off. All standard procedure.

With advanced optics and thermal imagers the Helldivers still saw clearly, but the terrorists were in for a rough time to hit anything. Sporadic small arms fire came from the windows, each volley once positively identified was responded to with the nose-mounted blaster cannon. The return fire soon stopped, the perps figured out it wasn't to their benefit real quick.

Cable jumped out of the aircraft and immediately made his way to cover. Only after all his squad was on the ground did he stand up and head towards the nearest stairway. A powered kick saw the door slam open, and the flash of a blaster greeted him. It was a glancing hit, deflected by the personal shield generator into the wall, and he snapped off a reply with his maser rifle before he'd even registered he'd been shot.

His target wasn't so lucky. Apparently unarmored he absorbed the maser blast in the chest and was thrown backwards in the stairwell. To be safe, Cable shot the body again, then moved on. One of the squad muttered a quip over the secure comms.

"Did you just get shot, Sarge? After all that crap-talk?"

"Yeah yeah stow it. You can remind me after the op" He was never going to live this down.

 

[Hatori Ikari]

Location: Fenessa
Objective: Loot 'n' shoot

Hatori had be carriage missiles for the troopers for long enough, when the order was given by the commander to fire he was more than happy to lightening his load. Keeping instep with the trooper to ensure the fast possible fire rate, he did not eat to luge a single missile back with him, plus he needed the room in his bag, as an Auxiliary thrall he got baerly any pay and was given no equipment beyond anything mission specific.

As the last explosion echoed the troopers began their advance, the killed with a grim efficiency that almost scared Hatori, and certainly would if he was on the receiving end of it, as the they started to pass the dead Hatori began to pick up weapons and ammunition, most of it would be taken away and desributed to other members of the auxiliary, but he could hide a pice of two to pawn off to his fellow thralls.

 

[Alleycat]

Grand Visier's Estate
Dinner and a murder mystery
(7)
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[member="Nils Brenner"] very gallantly offered to pull out a chair at the dinning table for Madlyn to which she flashed the ace pilot a most appreciative smile. "Thank you," Mads offered graciously, then the redhead sat down with him taking the seat next to hers. Across from them were [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] and [member="Ishana Pavanos"]. On the other side of Captain Brenner was another military officer. The young Counsellor canted her red-gold head respectfully towards [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"].

"Admiral, a pleasure to meet you... I am Madlyn Sol from the Diplomatic Corps," she offered with a small smile, then her green orbs followed the sound of a spoon hitting the side of a glass softly to get their attention.

At the head of the table sat the upper echelon of the First Order and Taloraan's delegation assembled. Madlyn did not think she would be singled out for her legal work on the annexation, but the Grand Moff had done so. The diplomatic aide simply nodded her head humbly to [member="Natasi Fortan"] in recognition and also to Ambassador [member="Valessia Brentioch"].

Madlyn's attention turned back to her dinner escort as she leaned over subtly to whisper a hushed comment into Nils' ear... Though the words never left her lips as suddenly the lights went out and the air rushed from the room.

It seemed like several minutes as time stood still in the eerie darkness, but in real time it had only been a few moments when the lights came back on. What happened next did take the Eriaduan's breath away... The Grand Visier's daughter was found dead seemingly without an obvious cause.

 

[Gunther Creed]

​The rare evenings spent with [member="Valessia Brentioch"] were treasured moments. The looming war a burden for everyone and they both were considerably involved in the wars overall outcome. When she called for him Gunther came to her side joining her in the sitting room, the typical stoic demeanor of the Colonel washing over like a cool wave. Emotion and the showing of it was something he worked on since his time with Val, but many years of burying or suppressing it left deep roots. In service to the many Empires he's stood under Gunther was forced to give orders some of which could be considered on caliber of war crimes. He never talked about them of course but at the time the Iceman carried them out without hesitation and without question. A good soldier follows the orders of his superiors. It wasn't his job most of the time to question the commands of Sith Lords.

​It was through battle that the Iceman was forged.

​The cold demeanor was often considered off putting by other officers along with his physically intimidating posture. But the time spent with Val slowly but surely he was forced perhaps unintentionally to change his ways. More emotion bled out and displays of it, in small quantities certainly. A warm smile graced his lips as he slid down next to her. "I've had my fill of networking. Sounds fine to me." ​Gunther said peering around the room. These events could be exhaustive, draining, and in her condition she could use the rest, not that he would be the one to blurt such ideas out to her. Valessia was quite stubborn when it came to work. When she motioned to stand Creed slid out of his chair giving her the support to help her up "How you manage those are still a mystery to me." ​Gunther whispered Whether it was his ignorance or not, he'd rather wear heavy beskar boots with his uniform than the contraptions Val seemed to glide around in.

​"Promising indeed. Do you know her?" Gunther whispered as they took their seats at the Grand Moff's table.