Faction First Strike | Final Dawn

[Imperial Narrator]

Following the collapse of the Imperial Confederation, what was once Imperial space soon fell into chaos as both former rivals and opportunists moved quickly to trample the corpse of the once mighty Confederation. Loyalist worlds like Tion and Lianna were put to the torch by the Sith and their Mandalorian allies, while the so-called Confederation of Free Worlds has begun spreading the corrosive lies of democracy, hoping to revive the ideals of the old Confederacy of Independent Systems.

For months, these chaotic forces were allowed to roam freely through former Imperial Space, but that will end today. Emerging from the last strongholds of Imperialism in the Outer Rim, a new force has risen to bring order to the region and bring forth the ultimate and final resurgence of Imperialism across the galaxy: the Final Dawn.

Having gathered resources and assets, the Final Dawn has begun its first offensive, setting its sights on the so-called grassroots movement known as the Confederacy of Free Worlds, aiming to cure the Outer Rim of their infection before it grows too strong and restore Imperialism on worlds that have been corrupted by their touch.

Thus, from the Imperial fortress worlds of Cholganna and Mon Cala, Imperial Fleets have converged on the world of Murkhana, which has recently aligned itself with the CFW, having hosted major celebrations regarding its growth. Soon, the people of Murkhana will pay the price for contributing to the spread of this corrosive poison, and order will be restored to the rebel world.

A large Imperial fleet has converged on the Outer Rim world of Murkhana, with the intent of shutting down all traffic flowing to and from the world and imposing a complete and total blockade on the planet. Standing in their way is the local planetary defence fleet, cobbled together from whatever scraps Murkhana was able to acquire on the open market since the Confederation’s collapse. To ensure the restoration of order on Murkhana, this fleet must be crippled and destroyed, down to the last vessel. No one must be left alive.

Spoiler: Recommended Characters

Imperial Navy | Imperial Starfighter Corps

While Naval elements move to impose a total blockade in orbit, a large contingent of Imperial ground forces converges on Murkhana’s capital city, Murkhana City, with the ultimate goal of occupying the city and forcibly disbanding the Pro-CFW planetary government. However, the locals have managed to raise local militias to confront them and are now attempting to evacuate the members of Murkhana’s planetary government before the Imperials can capture them or worse, kill them. If we are to restore order on Murkhana, we must hold their leaders accountable and prevent their escape at all costs to ensure they can be properly apprehended.

Spoiler: Recommended Characters

Stormtrooper Corps | Imperial Special Forces | Imperial Hands

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Tags | Vortigern Mimkin | Ronhar Tane | Dayna Rhyss | Saltare Dothon | Thorus Valerian | KV-027 | OPEN to Final Dawn & Imperial Writers​

 

[Thorus Valerian]

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The landing zone had been secured, units of the Shattered Legions had moved as intended to support the Final Dawn offensive. Stormtroopers and Army Troopers alike had disembarked without major resistance and swarmed the edge of the city, setting up a perimeter for heavier and faster forces to move unimpeded to their mission target.

Among the soldiers of the Shattered Legions was not a single individual that did not look splendid at a first glance. Their armours were in perfect condition, just as their blasters and vehicles. Below though, upon closer look, one could see the cracks of the perfect image. Ragtag armor pieces, various types of older and modern model blasters, different unit markings, they were almost colorful, in a grim, militaristic way.

Valerian marched among them. His red and black armor standing out, together with those of his Chamber that made up his command and guard squad. He issued orders with cold precision, the units under him working in perfect cadence with each other. A trait not natural, but gained through hardship. Hardship under his absolute authority that enforced an unflinching, unrelenting discipline. Tough but fair. Even if there was no Empire left, no realm to cling to, Imperial ideals, the meritocracy of the battlefield and the supremacy of logistics, could never be abandoned. They were the true soul of an Imperial Warrior.

"82nd Battalion advances road Dorn-73. Brigade Hagen fortifies the landing zone, Brigade Azaion prepares its repulsors to sweep forward. Recon elements advance to here, here and here. No tolerance for oversight today. Sweep every cellar and every roof, scan the underworks. Keep the population at bay, no lethal force against civilians unless they join the enemy."

He reached out with his hand as his aide quickly gave him the datapad. With a quick unlock Valerian checked on the progress of the entire operation, tuning in on the command network of the Final Dawn and looking of how to best integrate with the others. He did not stop while doing so, simply moving further on, down the concrete pavement along with hundreds of Stormtroopers and dozens of tanks.

 

[Vortigern Mimkin]

B O U N T I F U L - W A R L O R D
Mimkin's Imperial Remnant | The Final Dawn

Spoiler: Radiance Squadron

RADIANCE SQUADRON
Main Fleet : MIV Flight of Fancy [Flagship] MIV Ring of Glory MIV Salento MIV Conceptual MIV Indicative Carrier Wing Q Carrier Wing G Carrier Wing H Carrier Wing K
Starfighter Compliment : ASP-876 'Starviper' Attack Platform | Technoid MAG-24 Condor-class Assault Gunship | Kuat Entralla TIE/INx Interceptor TIE/PR Experimental Shuttle Fighter TIE/sk X3 Superiority Fighter

The Flight of Fancy lurched, the deck plating beneath Vortigern's boots vibrating with a harsh, metallic rattle that set his teeth on edge. As the jump-flash receded, the Murkhana system snapped into focus, a smear of blue and brown suspended in the black, ringed by the burning, jagged silhouettes of the local defense fleet. Vortigern gripped the armrests of his throne, his fingers curling deep into the velvet padding.

He forced himself to sit perfectly still, even as a familiar, prickling heat crawled up the back of his neck. His gaze was locked on the viewport, where the incoming sensor pings showed the rebel ships. They looked like pathetic scraps, rusted hulls held together by desperation and hubris, yet as he watched a stray turbolaser bolt streak past the cruiser's bow, his left eye betrayed him.

It twitched, a sharp, rhythmic spasm that he tried to hide by brushing a finger across his mustache. "Status," Vortigern called out, forcing his voice into that deep, chesty rasp he kept for public addresses. He didn't turn his head; he couldn't take his eyes off the ships drifting closer.

"Are the blockade coordinates set? I want those insurgents pinned to their own orbit." Vice Admiral Krennel stood over the tactical pit, his eyes moving across the display with a cold efficiency. He didn't even look up at the Warlord. "The planet's traffic is frozen, my lord. The blockade is holding. The rebels are scattered and disorganized, though they are beginning to return fire." Vortigern's heart slammed against his ribs.

He imagined a stray torpedo hitting the gold-plated sensor array, the jagged tear in the purple hull, the sheer humiliation of showing up to the Final Dawn's offensive and losing his precious ship to a bunch of market-bought freighters. He shifted his weight, the movement causing his medals to clink with a frantic metallic sound. He coughed to cover the noise, smoothing his uniform jacket with shaking hands.

He leaned forward, squinting into the chaos of the debris field, searching for any sign of a direct threat to his ship. Every flash of light on the horizon made him flinch, though he masked it by turning to look at his senior officers with a scowl that looked more like a grimace.

"Krennel, see to it that Radiance Squadron tightens the net," Vortigern commanded, his hand darting to his belt to ensure his sidearm was still there. "I want the local fleet dismantled. Every last vessel, every last engine block. Leave nothing behind" He sank back into the throne, his posture rigid. He watched the battle unfold, his eyes wide and unblinking, tracking the trajectory of every enemy ship while his own fleet did the work he was too terrified to lead. ​

 

[Nimian Totan]

Location: Murkhana City, Murkhana
Objective: Advance Reconnaissance
Tags: <Open>

It had been a long time since the 219th Light Infantry Battalion had deployed. They had cast off their original affiliation to The Empire of the Lost, now their allegiance lied to their commander Nimian. He had guided their beleaguered unit through the stars, and through every trial that had crossed their path. From being raided by pirates, to trying and failing to become a proper remnant force, and ever casualty caused in-between.

It was only when Marlon Sularen found Nimian's forces holed up on an island on Mon Cala that their luck finally turned around. Fresh recruits, armor, and weapons were heaped upon them, in exchange for their service. With that deal, The Empire of the Lost truly died, and in it's ashes the 219th was reborn.

Their first sortie would be as tip of the spear duty on the planet of Murkhana, an uneventful landing within the capital city. Once a beachhead was fully established, they would roll forward in their main objective: the industrial hub of Murkhana City.

The industrial center was full of factories and stockpiles that would be important to both the planetary forces, and The Final Dawn. It was imperative that the Imperial forces secure the resources before the local militias can destroy them. It was a perfect job for a highly mobile and experienced unit such as the 219th.

Without doubt, today would be a day of glory for them, or so their commander believed...

Nimian adjusted his cap, looking over the cityscape ahead of his command vehicle. Before him was a mostly intact landscape, the sort of place that many thousands of sapients might call home. He looked upon this sight, and merely gave a smirk. Finally an easy day for him and his men...

"Here is where we shall plant our banners, the first rung of my ladder to the top!"​

 

[KV-027]

Location: Murkhana City - Murkhana
Status: Attached to the 219th Light Infantry Battalion.
Thread Objective: Imperial March
Mission Objective: Advance Reconnaissance
Tag: Thorus Valerian Nimian Totan

KV-027 had been attached to the 219th Light Infantry Battalion on a provisional basis, at least for the duration of the ongoing operation in Murkhana City. Thus, the stormtrooper was now under the command of Lieutenant Colonel Nimian Totan, who she knew to be a veteran of the Empire of the Lost. Despite the controversial legacy of the Lost Emperor Velran Kilran, who had led the Empire of the Lost during its prime, she respected any loyal, dutiful servant of the Imperial cause. In her mind, the time for casting blame for the failed Imperial states of yesteryear had passed. From what she knew, the 219th were loyal Imperial servants. That made them allies, and worthy of the trust bestowed in fighting alongside them.

Not to mention, with Supreme Commander Marlon Sularen having entrusted the 219th as the tip of the spear for the operation, KV-027 knew that she was among the finest that the Imperial remnants had to offer.

With the landing having gone smoothly, KV-027 jogged through the formation, her boots striking the permacrete in a steady rhythm before she came up next to the command vehicle. From there, she glanced out across the cityscape, which was pristine and untouched, if only for the fact that orbital bombardment had yet to be authorized. She suspected that if the initial stages of the operation went according to plan, with a tight perimeter formed around the city and the local spaceports occupied, orbital strikes might not be necessary.

“Sir,” KV-027 spoke up as she fixed her gaze towards the Lieutenant Colonel ( Nimian Totan ) from beneath the skull-like, impassive mask of her First Order-style stormtrooper helmet. “The landing zone is secure.” The stormtrooper stated. “What are our next steps?”

Spoiler: Loadout

• Ironstorm-pattern Stormtrooper Armor - First Order Stormtrooper Armor Aesthetic Permutation
  
  • Arms
    
    • Small Hardpoints
      
      • Grappling Device - L
      • Repulsor Projector - R
  • Back Hardpoint
    
    • Phase III "Force Avenger" Energy Shield
• G-22 Imperial Standard Blaster Rifle
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Silencer
  • Ammunition
    
    • Power Cell (8)
• Model 216 "Big Game Hunter"
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Metallic Slug (32)
• Ion Slicer Vibroknife
• FAE/MDE-01-S2 Semiautonomous Seeker Thermal Explosive (2)
• Infrared Smoke Grenade (2)
• VKA-7J “Hurricane” Combat Stimulant (8)
• BWE Healing Capsules (4)
• BWE Soldier Survival Solution (2)

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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F I R S T_S T R I K E
Objective I - Planetary Lockdown

FINAL DAWN
MURKHANA, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Spoiler: Wraith Squadron

WRAITH SQUADRON
Main Fleet : INV Sularen's Revenge [Flagship] INV Final Judgement INV Dread Omen
Starfighter Compliment : TIE/ss Supremacies TIE/Stu Stürmers TIE/sb Strike Bombers GAT-50 Imperial Blastboats

If there was anything the Skirmish in Socorro's Belt had taught Sularen, it was that the Final Dawn was not yet ready to face the many powers that sought to suppress Imperialism across the galaxy in a wider conventional conflict. Their operation to extract Imperial personnel from Kolene had been costly, and many brave souls had lost their lives for that endeavour, far too many for Sularen's own comfort. As such, Sularen pivoted the Final Dawn's focus back towards the former territories of the Imperial Confederation to restore order and eradicate opportunistic groups that sought to take advantage of the power vacuum left behind by the Confederation's collapse.

This would lead him and the Final Dawn here at Murkhana, which had recently been the site of celebrations hosted by the so-called Confederacy of Free Worlds, a grassroots pro-democracy movement that had begun to spread across Imperial worlds such as Crucival and Mon Cala, among others. As such, they had become the primary target of Sularen's campaign to restore order across the former territories of the Imperial Confederation, starting with the very world in which they had celebrated the progress they'd made in trampling the corpse of the Confederation with their degenerate ideas.

Thus, the Sularen's Revenge would soon emerge from hyperspace flanked by a pair of brand new Relentless-Class Star Destroyers fresh from the Cholganna Drive Yards. Onboard the bridge, the Supreme Commander was seated on his command chair as usual, overlooking the battlefield in front of him. Admiral Mimkin's Radiance Squadron had already arrived and had begun to engage the local defence fleet, while numerous military units had made landfall on the surface and had begun the process of initiating the regime change in Murkhana City. So far, everything was moving smoothly, and there were no Mandalorians or Republic forces to give them trouble.

The Captain of the Sularen's Revenge, a young Temerurian male by the name of Castin Waldon, stood beside Sularen's command chair and proceeded to speak up, addressing the Supreme Commander. "Supreme Commander, Wraith Squadron has arrived at Murkhana and awaits your commands," he stated. "Have the Final Judgement and Dread Omen deploy their fighters and interceptors. I want the entire battlefield clear of enemy small craft as soon as possible," Sularen ordered. "In addition, i want the entire squadron to hold their positions, I beleive Admiral Mimkin's forces will be sufficient enough to deal with the local fleet," he added. "In the meantime, keep an eye out for anyone attempting to escape the system," the Captain simply nodded with a "Yes, sir," he said before returning to the consoles of the bridge.

As Sularen instructed, scores of TIE Supremacies and TIE Stürmers were unleashed from the hangars of the two Star Destroyers, joining the fight against the local defence fleet of Murkhana. Soon, all of Murkhana would fall, and many other worlds would soon follow suit as the Final Dawn would herald forth a new age of Imperialism, ready to stand as a bastion of order and security against a galaxy that had long embraced chaos and instability.

Glory to the Final Dawn

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Tags | Vortigern Mimkin | OPEN​

 

[Odile Demetrian]

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Outer Rim Territories | Murkhana | Avenger

Objective 1 - Post 1
Marlon Sularen | Vortigern Mimkin | Open

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The Avenger exited hyperspace and immediately powered up its shields and weapon systems. Coils for deflectors and turbolasers started glowing as ancient reactor flooded the warship's interior with the energies to wage war. Codes were sent. Signal officers on the dark bridge offered nonverbal identifications to the present Imperial vessels to avoid any friendly fire.

At the forefront of the command deck, behind transparisteel windows stood the imposing figure of Admiral Demetrian. Clad in a black and dark grey dress uniform with red inlays, six blue plagues were on the top left chest, he stood taller than he actually was. His blue eyes were cold as they pierced the void that was the Murkhana System.

"Hail the Revenge and Supeme Commander." His voice cut through the busy silence. A few moments later a crewmember signaled the connection was established.

"Supreme Commander." He offered a crisp salute. "I am Admiral Demetrian and I bring word and reinforcements from the Lord Indomitus. He offers his honoured regards and is looking forward to your next meeting. In the meantime, my ship and I are here to support you in and with whatever means available. We are awaiting your orders."

The speartip shaped vessel was slowly gliding through space, making its way towards the blockade in anticipation of the offer and order to join the Final Dawn in its mission. The sublight thrusters calmly pushed the Avenger forward to join the Imperial effort in shutting down this world and bringing it back into compliance once more.