Dominion Follow Your Dreams | EE Dominion of Lotho Minor

[STRATCOM]

Lotho Minor, the junkyard planet has experienced quite a lot in recent years. The rule of the First Order and then their disappearance. Their place has been taken over by countless companies, the underworld has strengthened, and recently the planet has completely sunk. The streets were getting more dangerous, the apartments were broken into, the planet had several lords, but all of them were killed by gangs. An open gang war broke out on the streets, making it dangerous to go out there.

In essence, there has been a war on the planet for months to rule it. Most companies have maintained peace in their neighborhood with their own private security people. Because of this, the affluent quarter and all other areas were divided. The intermediate transition ceased, only the elite quarter and the slum existed. The planet that has become legendary because of Darth Maul has really fallen into chaos and endless battles.

Yet in such a place the Rebels also had a base, several Eternal Empire-affiliated companies were building here and, because of the situation, also a citadel of smugglers and pirates. Everyone could find what they wanted, yet if someone gave up things, they died. That's why the saying, "Follow your dreams or they'll kill you!" If someone has not fought for their dreams, is overwhelmed by the hopeless, they will flee to suicide.

The planet almost shouted for salvation and even a legend circulated about a huge figure who had collected strange relics and not many dared to go near him. But even beyond that, Lotho Minor hid countless secrets.

Objectives​

Objective 1: Protect the Goods

There is growing dissatisfaction on the planet, which is why more and more desperate crowds are trying to get up from the slum to the elite, corporate district to occupy it and finally have a better life. Thus, the locals called for reinforcements in the person of the Eternal Empire and its allies to protect them and push the mob back. Meanwhile, it is possible to conclude great contracts with numerous companies, not to mention the establishment of different companies can have numerous advantages, and the opportunity is also given.


Objective 2: The Underworld’s crime

The slum, where a significant portion of the city resides, has recently been the scene of street fights for various underworld groups and for those who want a place for themselves. Until this mob disappears from the city, there will be no peace, because they are the ones who also control the attackers of the upscale quarter. In order to gain dominion over the underworld, to bring peace to the city, the slum must first be cleared. Do the Eternal Empire and the Black Sun have enough resources for this?


Objective 3: The Mysterious Man

There is a legend at Lotho Minor about a Force User who is an integral part of local folklore. There are those who mention the great Sith knight of ancient times, Darth Maul. This is exactly why members of the Warden of the Shroud (and possibly other Force Users) start after the mysterious man to find out who he is. Either whether the legends about him are true at all or whether this person exists at all.


Objective 4: BYOO

Bring your own objective, whatever you want. The point is to have fun.

Spoiler: tag list

Adelle Bastiel || Arturo Braga || Ecthelion Aiglos || Fimrati Vailyippin || Formorta || Ilsa Visel || Ingrid L'lerim || Jardann Lancus || Kalic Daws || Loreena Arenais-Valhoun || Lorelai Ventira || RadioWhisper || Taozi Fuyuan || Tela Uolmi || Vidalu Na'an || Broka the Hutt || Kaine Hamilton || Race Tolsen || Corran Conner || Gortta Desilijic Tiure || Krae || Shavara || Curtis Learchin || Elaena Kessia Miran || Sterling Kinslayer || Ben Serrano || Farah || @Lucas Harvey-White || Saga Linzino || Sentiri || Vexari Kahl || Fiona Graehl || Avolich Erasare || Temasa Ka || Hansen || Darth Revulsion || Willow & Ivy || Lorne Kantera || Kelsen Ghastt || Deryn Kaaldos || Nikolai Cridu || QEMD-15 Echo || Aya Clarke || Sanguine Nocturnal || Ismael Cal-Drouga || Darth Tythus || Shani || Rath Nihro || Tristan Evore || Ben Craig || Chris Walker || Taa Nul || Imperius || Malthael || Tyrael || Auriel || Charles Castex || Stryka Remex || Darlyn Excron || Alli Vern || TE-236 || Lace Donnadieu || Subject 73 Red || Salis || Ladybug || Viermen || Vyktor Orrin || Tranquility || Colton || Joseph Torson || Browning duck || Eskk Jannik || Goyrg

Link: Lotho Minor and Junker City

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[Broka the Hutt]

Location: In orbit of Lotho Minor aboard the Grancha Nem'ro, Broka the Hutt's Chelandion
Objective: Putting the underworld here under new management
TAGS ARE OPEN

Broka's ship came out of hyperspace into orbit. This was a world he has been eyeing for a bit to expand his personal organization, as well as Black Sun's operations to. It was possibly one of the most perfect worlds to go for outside of Hutt Space. Far away, loaded with salvage assets. Also a good place to dump things you don't want to be found. If any world screamed for Black Sun to come, Lotho Minor would be one. At least, that is what Broka thought.

Broka knew this would be a lot easier to pull of than Pa'Desh. There is much less likelihood of a civilian resistance being formed here. Worst that could happen is a massive urban fight with the local mob. In the meantime, Broka relaxed in orbit before sending his forces to the ground.

 

[Eskk Jannik]

Post 1
Equipment: DC-15x Sniper Rifle, lightsaber, DL44 blaster pistol
Objective: Quell the gang violence

This planet was a giant garbage heap. It smelled like one too. Eskk hated this assignment and he was going to make whoever he saw feel that hate.

Right now Eskk was inside an abandoned run down building in the slums. His sniper rifle sat propped up against the broken window he was looking out of. The view wasnt nice. It consisted of a street corridor that was known to be a gathering place for gang disputes.

The streets were quiet right now and it was Eskk's mission to keep them that way. He hoped things would kick off soon. Truth be told he was itching to shoot someone. At this point, hed shoot an old lady if she waved her fist at someone.

Eskk was distracted from his internal monologue by the emergence of several groups on the street corridor almost at once. Suddenly there were thirty or more people on the street. Eskk picked up his sniper rifle and stared through the scope. A lot of the people in question were carrying makeshift weapons. Some even had blasters.

Eskk watched the group's congregate in the middle of the corridor. They had seperated into two smaller groups. Two figures emerged ahead of their gathered crowds. At first Eskk couldnt hear anything but soon the shouting reached his ears. He couldnt make out what was being said from this far away but it was clear that this was no friendly meet and greet.

Eskk decided not to wait for them to initiate the violence. He centered his cross hairs on the head of one of the group leaders and pulled the trigger. A yellow beam of energy shot across the landscape and impacted the being he was aiming at. The body dropped to the ground.

This set off a chain reaction and the opposing groups attacked eachother. It was hard to distinguish one body from another now. Eskk picked a target centered his crosshairs on it and fired again.

 

[Viermen]

Location: The "wilderness" of Lotho Minor
Tags: Ingrid L'lerim and OPEN

Viermen has lived on this junk heap for over a decade. For years he has survived, and has become the example of his True Strength philosophy. These scavengers have been his only targets to practice killing men for all the time he has been in this form. These scavengers are so close to living in true strength. They can survive the industrial hell-scape that is this planet, but they are more like rats. They can survive here in with all the pain and suffering that makes them stronger, but they still get broken like twigs when Viermen decides to test any scavengers or outlaws that stray into the regions far from any civilization on the planet.

Yet, today, while he was wandering in search of more people to test, he felt something odd. He still was sensitive to the force despite renouncing him using it after renouncing his title as a Darth in the Sith Order. This feeling was new, and it was above him. There was another force user, if not several, coming to his world. He could not tell if they were other Sith, Jedi, or some other order that has sprung up in the galaxy. All he could tell is that things will change from this point forward on this planet now that a different sort of visitor is coming.

Quickly, Viermen scuttled across the piles to get to one of the taller mounds in the area that allows him to get a view of the one city on this world. However, on the way, a band of Junkers was sifting through the piles. They heard his six metallic feet clanging across the ground with heavy thuds from each step. His respirator becoming audible with his fast pace. The Junkers scurried for cover in fear. "They have learned from the tests. Good. My lessons are being picked up on by these cloaked rats.", Viermen thought to himself as he then tore through the gully the Junkers were picking through, plowing the piles of refuse out of his way with brutal ease. He then manages to climb to the top of the mountain of garbage and scrap to take a look at the city. These visitors were much different than he anticipated. Massive ships loomed in orbit, and shuttles occasionally conveyed soldiers to the slums and upper class sectors of the city.

All Viermen could do was observe these newcomers to his world. The city did not count as part of his world, it was too weak to be his as of now. The rest of the world that was wild, untamed, and incredibly deadly was his. Where pain, hardship, and suffering happened to a much greater extent than in that forsaken city. In the rest of the wilds of Lotho Minor, the denizens that managed to survive exhibited some amount of true strength, but not enough to satisfy Viermen.

"What are these newcomers? Will they embrace true strength, or are they weaklings like the petty Sith? They certainly have power as a whole, but that is meaningless if their individuals are not truly strong. I must wait and see if anyone actually interesting comes other than these soldiers. I can feel those people I want to have listen to me here. Why won't they come?!?

His thoughts of contemplation turned into rage. The Sith upbringing could never go away. Yet, it was a foundation of strength. So, Viermen did not mind the flaring of rage at all. It was certainly good to have his emotions gather strength to accompany his physical form before he must test these newcomers if they stray too far from city.

 

[Alli Vern]

In Orbit

It appeared that you could not have your cake and eat it too. No sooner than starting business on this world did they start running into problems. The city seemed to have no law and order. So it was time to bring some. She was attempting to work with the local companies to help expand them. To work them into the ZU but that stalled when mobs started attacking. Now it was time to use the stick. A really big stick appeared in the form of the entire Empire seemed to agree with her. This meant that she really only had to sit back and watch. However a token force was to be sent, so that at least it appeared as if she cared. It was cheaper to let the others enforce order but appearances and all. She put a call out to various members of the ZU as well as helped the Hutts pay for mercenaries and she could say she helped. Her ship in space was stealthed and waiting for something to happen. It appeared she was early. "Tranquility, can you be a dear and make sure that our assets are protected, deadly force is authorized."

 

[Airal Thamne]

Objective 2: The Underworld’s crime
Location: Above
Weapons: BH 'Saria' Interchangeable Weapon System BCR-X13 Compact Sniper Rifle
Equipment: JN-3 Auger Personal Shield
Friends: Eskk Jannik

Arial had finally found the Suns again and things were to her liking again. It was easier to work those that didn't mind her perchance for violence. It was heaven. She happened to be in a different vantage point but close enough to join in on the fun. Her cross hair found an enemy and locked on mark and fired, the shot obliterating her enemies head. She radioed in to her fellow sniper. "Seems like I am not the only one looking for a good time, save some for me." She giggled to herself as she lined up the next shot and fired. The gangs were fighting each other and in the sights of two snipers, it seemed to be their unlucky day. The shot fired again, finding its way into another wayward soul. This place was literally filled with garbage. The least its residents could do is give her some entertainment.

 

[Broka the Hutt]

Location: In orbit of Lotho Minor aboard the Grancha Nem'ro
Tags: Alli Vern Airal Thamne Eskk Jannik

Broka continued to have his forces of Black Sun continue partying on the ship before he released them to the ground bellow. He was enjoying himself too. This world seemed to be perfect for Black Sun to get its fingers in, and he was celebrating every second of it. He noticed that activity on the ground has begun to start up. So, he made his way to the comms room to see who was there. Then took notice of the corporate fleets in the area of orbit. Those ships and channels were familiar from Pa'Desh not too long ago. So, Broka turned on the comms after making himself comfortable.

"<Hello again. What brings the corporations to Lotho MInor now? Rather interesting that the corporations are taking interest in this world.>"

Broka then sat back to await whatever Alli Vern had to say. Her ship was not sending as many forces to the surface as even he has done before now. It was making Supreme Mogul curious. In the meantime, he then called over a servant to tell them to start readying shuttles for the rest of the Black Sun forces that are directly under his command.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander
The Red Witch; The Night Queen, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Outisde the city, Lotho Minor
Equipment: Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink | Soul | Shield talisman | Taozin amulet | Healing amulet
Tag: Viermen | Open

If someone says that being a ruler is good and one can do anything, then that person is very wrong. Now the woman was bound by even more rules and duties than when she was just a regent. Nevertheless, now she too had travelled to Lotho Minor, leaving the preparations for the war to the right people. This was also important enough for her to come, she wanted to deal with other things besides bureaucratic tasks.

She arrived with some Warden, with young ones who had to learn and were interested in legends, mythologies. It was a perfect “class trip” for them. The ship with which they arrived brought several groups, some of which went to help defend the corporate quarter, and another part joined the men of Lord Broka the Hutt to help them clean up the underworld in the city. And Ingrid, with the few initiates, went to the outer wall of the city to find the mysterious person.

The dropship landed outside the city wall and exposed them there. Since the place was not too safe, the dropship immediately got up from here and went to town to wait there in a safe place to be called. Based on the files, she knew where to go, so she headed for the legendary man's house. She had to climb some dunes of wreckage and sand, alone for the time being. She didn't mind if anyone else joined her, not least because she seemed quite defenceless and she didn’t bring bodyguards with herself.

This, of course, was as far away from reality as possible, but she wore only a military coat with no insignia, only an armband with the coat of arms of the Eternal Empire. She had to walk quite a bit before she found the place she had to go. The Empress could already see the huge figure in the distance, so the woman already knew that if nothing else, that part of the legend was true. And as big as the man was, she wasn't surprised that she had become a legend. She walked closer, down one dune, then all the way close to the other. On the way, she surveyed the other thoroughly, then stopped about twenty yards from her, in a small stretch, in a military position, with a stiff posture, her hands behind her back.

”Would you be the Sith that the locals tell legends about?” she asked in a cold voice.

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[Arturo Braga]

Location: The Wrecking Ball, Junker City, Lotho Minor
Tags: Broka the Hutt Airal Thamne Eskk Jannik

The Wrecking Ball was reputed to be Junker City's most notorious cantina. A place where all manner of scum and villainy gathered, it had been a pain to clear. Yet, cleared it they had. There had been blood, of course; drink and drugs and blaring music had a habit of emboldening people, especially when you sought to take something from them. Though it wasn't personal, Arturo had had to put a boot to more than one backside in order to get his employer's message across.

The mob was to disperse, to quit their rioting and their drunken reveling and go home, lest there be further violence.

Since then, they'd had more than a few complaints. And threats. "Shut up and shove off!" A big, brawny Zabrak yelled, jabbing a finger into Arturo's chest hard enough for the mercenary to feel it through his armor. "We don't need no-one telling us what to do. We've had enough of that already!" A chorus of voices agreed with that statement, and Arturo could only nod along. "And you have my deepest sympathies, truly." The mercenary slowly drawled, squaring up to the Zabrak despite the difference in height. "But I have orders, and now, so do you. Go home!"

The rumble of the crowd that followed was enough to make the Suns' raise their blasters warily. From where Arturo stood on the steps leading into the cantina, the mercenary saw clearly the trouble brewing. He'd have to cut the head off this viper, and fast. "Home?" The Zabrak asked, his voice full of venom. "The Ball's just as good, if not better. I say we stay. Who's with me?!" Again, a chorus of voices raised in agreement. Arturo cast a glance about him, subtly gesturing to his men.

When his gaze returned to the Zabrak, it was to find the alien grinning. "What now, mercenary? Gonna take us by the hand and walk us home, one by one? You'll be here for days." That was true enough, and Arturo found himself nodding along once more.

"Not quite what I had in mind." Was all the reply he gave, before driving the butt of his KC-47 Hybrid Strike Rifle into the Zabrak's face, shattering his jaw and sending him sprawling. A shocked silence followed, giving him ample time to aim his rifle and fire off a bolt at the nearest civilian's feet. "Disperse!" He yelled, putting another shot into the ground. "Now." As if on queue, his men began to do the same, firing wildly into the air just above the gathered crowd's heads, drowning out their shouts and screams with blasterfire.

The sudden display of aggression served it's purpose well enough. Before long, the mob -mostly patrons evicted from the cantina- took to their heels. The sight put a smile on Arturo's face. When the receding footfalls finally died away, he turned to address one of his men. "Get a couple more squads down here, and inform Broka the Hutt that we've liberated his fourth- fifth cousin's bar." And with that, he turned and walked back inside.​

 

[Viermen]

Location: Outside the city on Lotho Minor
Tags: Ingrid L'lerim and OPEN

Viermen stood on the mound looking at the city. A dropship came down and the feeling of the force user grew closer and stronger. Finally! They were here. Viermen made himself a bit more obvious with the sensation growing nearer and nearer. Then, she came into view from his perch. She was a red haired woman with the typical physique Viermen would imagine. She wore what appeared to be a military uniform, but of what military? It was undecorated aside from a red armband with a symbol he did not recognize. He stood there in his usual menacing manner. The woman certainly possessed resolve. Her posture was unphased and disciplined, and her voice was flat without any emotion. This impressed him. However, she must first be tested before she could be taught. So, he did not respond. Instead, he quickly scuttled down the mound with his six heavy feet, and began to tear down a pathway he made rather treacherous. Various clans of extremely territorial Junkes inhabited this trail, some vermin dwelled in the wreckage, and most of the scrap along it was loose, and overhanging. It went deep into the depths of one of the mountain ranges of junk. While coming this way, Viermen made his intentional retreat as easy to track as possible. He heavily stepped even heavier to make more obvious prints in the ground, and bashed whatever scrap could be used to navigate into these caves of junk. If she survived this, and managed to follow him, she would be worthy of learning his teachings of strength.

"She should have some pain from this. The Junkers will fear my passing, but will certainly attack her if she follows. The vermin are sneaky little things, and could provide some hardship while she is seeking me out. Then, if these tunnels do not collapse from this, she will be fast, and in possession of some physical strength to outrun collapsing scrap. If she experiences some pain, and survives from this first test, then she will be worthy. Only then can I know she has potential to learn what I have to teach. She seems to be no Sith, but if she is, then there are some who realize that order's profane lie! I must continue to my home to finish this test. If she lives, and finds me, she will be worthy. Yes; only then."

He was too used to mental dialogue with himself. Seventeen years alone on this world would make anyone less interested in immediate speech. It was action that allows anything to survive on this world, not words. If she is worthy, she must be capable of the necessary actions to survive the perils of his world. Then, if she refuses his lesson, then the consequence is simple to Verimen. She would have to die as another one of the countless unworthy beings he has tested before. That is the way of True Strength.

 

[Eskk Jannik]

Post 2
Equipment: DC-15x Sniper Rifle, DL44 Blaster Pistol, lightsaber
Tags: Airal Thamne Broka the Hutt Arturo Braga

Between Eskk's shots he noticed another sniper's bolts coming from a nearby location. Eskk turned his scope away from the stupid gang members that were being massacred in the streets. He scanned the buildings, attempting to spot the other sniper. No such luck. Eskk had a general idea of where he or she was but no line of sight.

Eskk put down his Sniper rifle and propped it up against the window. He had already dropped ten or eleven bodies and had no issue letting this other mystery sniper mop up the rest. One of the three short range radios Eskk had set up on the table came to life. It was tuned to the black Sun's frequency. The voice on the other end came off flirtatious. Eskk wanted to dine on the speakers brains, but that would probably bring more trouble than it was worth.

Eskk hated the Black Sun. They were a bunch of criminals just like the ones he had been shooting dead in the streets a few moments ago. They were Empire approved criminals though. If it were up to Eskk, he'd just have them wiped out by his fellow Imperial Legion members.

It wasnt though, and as Eskk had reasoned before it wasn't worth the trouble to defy the will of the empress. At least not while anybody was looking, and unfortunately right now everybody was looking.

Eskk realized he was hungry. He produced a small canteen with a blue fruity liquid inside of it. It offered him no nutrition and did nothing to satisfy his hunger, but he liked the way it tasted. Suddenly Eskk heard a thump outside the room.

He reached out with the force, investigating his surroundings. He could feel several life forms outside the room. Eskk quickly concealed himself inside of an old run down closet and drew his DL44 Blaster Pistol.

Maybe he would get to eat after all. While he was hiding another voice came over the radio tuned to the Black Sun's radio. This one sounded much more professional than the last. Eskk didn't hear all of what was said, as the transmission was interrupted by the sound of the door to his room suddenly being kicked in. Eskk felt three life forms enter through the force.

"Well we found the first snipers nest," one of them said.

"He must have heard us and somehow managed to get away," another reasoned.

Eskk chose now to act. He jumped out of the closet without a word, taking aim at the one nearest the window and firing his DL44. The shot hit him in the chest and he went down.

The second one got a few shots off at Eskk, but since he was surprised they were off target. Eskk fired back and hit him in the shoulder. The gang member screamed and fell.

The third one had charged into Eskk and picked him up. Now Eskk was slammed up against the wall by the muscle bound gang member. This caused him to drop his pistol. The gang member drove his knee into Eskk's abdomen doubling him over. Then before he could react, Eskk was picked up and thrown across the room.

He landed on the table and rolled across it knocking the radios to the floor. Eskk's momentum finally came to a halt when he landed on the floor right in front of the gangster he had shot in the shoulder.

That gangster was still alive and leaning against the wall with the hand he could still move pressed against his wound. He was surprised that Eskk had landed in front of him.

He reached down for his blaster but Eskk quickly spun around and drove his heel into the gangsters shoulder wound. He screamed in pain and grabbed Eskk's ankle trying to push his leg away to no avail.

At the same time, Eskk reached out with the force and pushed the table hard towards the unarmed muscle that had thrown him across the room. It backed him up for a second until he used his brute strength to toss it aside. The second was all Eskk needed.

He called his DL44 into his hand with the force and as the brute emerged from behind the table, Eskk started firing. The first two shots connected but he kept coming. The third and fourth shot dropped him. Eskk shot him twice more for good measure.

Now he turned to the last gang member. Eskk was going to feed, but not yet. He lifted the gang member to his feet and kept him pinned against the wall with one hand. Eskk pulled out a map of the slums that he had been provided with. "If you want to live," he said to the gang member in his high pitched whistling whine of a voice, "youre going to point to where your boss is hiding."

The gangster's shaky hand reached up to the map and indicated the spot. It was a short distance away. Eskk proceeded to feed on the gang member and recover some of the strength that had been beat out of him. Then he collected his equipment and the radios, and departed the building.

 

[Eleena Salwa]

Location: Dogfighting Above Junker City - Lotho Minor
Swoop: FAE/V-02 “Loralora” Interceptor Hyperswoop Craft
Tags: Broka the Hutt Eskk Jannik Airal Thamne Arturo Braga Alli Vern

From one polluted, gang-infested warzone to another.

However, this time, the operation in Junker City would be much smaller than it had been in Bala’dahl on Pa’desh. The junkyard of the galaxy had not warranted the deployment of a full-sized Speed Corps division. As such, only half of Mermaid squadron had been deployed, a total of six swoops, tasked with force reconnaissance duties in putting down the rampant gang wars transpiring within the city.

And so, their work began almost immediately.

“Swoopsss approaching at 12 o’clock. Ready shieldsss and weaponsss.” Traimri Bruz hissed, the massive Trandoshan male shifting on his swoop in order to set his craft on an attack vector.

“Their swoops are unarmed and I'm not reading any shields either, it looks like they’re using hand weapons.” Eleena added as she activated her craft’s shields before directing power to weapons and engines.

“Easssy killsss, for usss, then. Get into attack formation and let’sss show thessse thugsss what real swoop pilotsss look like.”

“Yes Sir!” Eleena answered in chorus with the voices of her squadmates.

In the next moments, Eleena locked onto a pair of targets with her whistling birds, designating the guidance systems to aim for the riders, rather than the swoops. As she accelerated her machine into firing range, Eleena took a deep breath and gave the mental command to fire, sending off a salvo of six guided nano missiles at the three targets, with two designated for each rider. Not a second later, the projectiles found their marks, striking down each of the three swoop gangsters with small explosions and causing their bikes to careen down into the city, crashing into streets with muted explosions which were doubtlessly louder from the surface, where the roar of turbocharged ion engines was less dominant.

“Good kills, Pilot Sssalwa.” The Trandoshan commented.

The diminutive Twi’lek was left with no opportunity to respond to her commanding officer, attracting attention in the form of enemy fire immediately as the swoop gangsters sought revenge for the deaths of their comrades. Shifting her body aggressively, Eleena turned her swoop’s nose up to initiate a climb, executing a half-loop which was then followed by a half-roll in order to place her machine back into level flight. However, the Gs from the maneuver didn’t disrupt her focus, allowing her to activate her swoop’s blaster-dispersing gas diffusion system, which soaked up the incoming enemy fire to cover her back. From there, the Twi’lek immediately shifted her body to the right, banking her swoop into a hard break turn which was intended to set her on a pure pursuit angle behind a pair of enemy swoops.

Only moments later, the targets were locked her sights.

Eleena squeezed the triggers, firing off a half-dozen particle bolts at the two swoops, striking the two craft from the sky in a violent barrage of explosive firepower. She glanced down as the destroyed bikes fell into the city, but didn’t hesitate in looping her swoop back around, watching as her squadmates finished off what was left of the first wave.

It was only then that she noticed the Black Sun, Union, and Eternal Imperial ships looming over the city in the atmosphere.

Spoiler: Gear and Equipment

• FAE/A-03 Repulsor Craft Riding Suit
  • Energy Shield
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Small Arms
  • HG-88 ‘Big Iron’ Hand Cannon
• Melee
  • Whimsy Knife (2)

 

[Broka the Hutt]

Location: In orbit of Lotho Minor
Tags: Arturo Braga Airal Thamne Alli Vern Eleena Salwa Eskk Jannik

Broka sat in the communications room. A few shuttles of his troops have arrived. Standard ones that are only going into the city limits. That area was the only point of interest on this world. If anyone was going to tame the underworld here it would be Black Sun. These gangsters were unorganized, and thought too highly of themselves. He just recieved reports of one of his men shooting up an entire bar of them not too long ago. Broka was pleased. That man deserved a promotion in the eyes of the colossal Hutt. Then, there are reports of snipers picking off gang leaders in the streets with ease. That was also what Broka was most happy to hear. But then, some swoop pilots were speeding around the area, which Broka slammed his fist on his chair making a "<BWAAA!>". These little things are now becoming a thorn in his side. So far the reports only say they are attacking the local mob, but he knew any time they might turn their attention to his men. He leaned over to a servant, "<Tell all forces of Black Sun on the ground that some swoop pilots are in the area. Capture this city as fast as possible before they make any success. They caused enough problems on Pa'Desh for me, and I will not make the same mistake of taking too long to secure such a place like last time. Also tell them that they have only attacked the local mob, but if they come through, always be prepared for them to start attacking our forces. Do I make myself clear?>"

"Yes Supreme Mogul, Broka."

"<Good. Get to it!>"

He then turns his attention back to the communicator, "<Now, where were we?>"

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander
The Red Witch; The Night Queen, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Outisde the city, Lotho Minor
Equipment: Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink | Soul | Shield talisman | Taozin amulet | Healing amulet
Tag: Viermen | Open

The man somehow looked quite amazing. Ingrid was fairly light, so even the wreckage barely sank beneath her. She retained and kept her original weight and appearance, making it look like a very tall but incredibly skinny or airy person. The soldier's demeanour and voice did not match this, based on her appearance she should have been a fragile princess, instead a military commander. The man approached with serious strides. And the red-haired woman counted from what she saw. The man had to have more than a ton in the gear he was in.

She could feel the Dark Side from the man, she already understood why it was in the files that the locals sometimes even thought him to be Darth Maul. Was the man a Sith? As the other approached the whole place began to tremble, there were countless points here around the woman that simply fell into the abyss. At least now she knew what terrain she had to deal with. She didn't move now either, no emotion could be felt from her. As always, she controls her emotions and her body perfectly. Waited until she felt the wreckage under her begin to move.

She didn't want to fall, so pushed herself off the ground before it crashed. Her movement culture was quite unique. It was there in her movements at the same time, which she had studied and learned at the Frost Company and the Shadow Company. Usually only SC is dominant, but here due to the difficult terrain FC also came out. All of this made it even more unique anyway. There was a movement typical of soldiers in it at the same time, but there was something else, the special one, that made her an excellent assassin and deadly. Not yet used Force, only minimally to be able to jump to the next safe place.

Meanwhile, she heard what the other was saying, for a moment she felt the urge to tell him the conditions under which her trial took place, where a supervolcano erupted beneath her, this place was nothing compared to it. The first point was about to collapse, another jump, the second, and then she had to do it three more times before she finally managed to get to a place that was no longer just a wreck, but solid ground. And that was quite a few meters from the huge man.

” You are not mistaken, I am not a Sith. I may know and use dark side practices, but I am not a Sith. And you don’t have to test my survival, I had to be in much harsher conditions to earn my master rank. When you finished playing, I came to talk to you. I am Ingrid L’lerim from the Eternal Empire.” she said in a still cold, military voice.

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[Rowena]

Location: Junker City - Lotho Minor
Tags: Eskk Jannik Alli Vern Airal Thamne Broka the Hutt

She had missed this.

The diminutive ex-stormtrooper had been created to serve and fight. However, in the wake of the fall of the Core Imperial Confederation, she had found herself aimless and lost, living a banal existence as a civilian which had forced her into unfamiliar and unpleasant habits. Suddenly, she had to cook her own food, rather than going to the mess hall to take her meal in an efficient and regimented fashion. She had to find her own employment, an arduous process which had yielded her a crappy job as a waitress in a disgusting underworld restaurant, serving greasy food to gangsters and other individuals of ill character. To add insult to injury, her meager pay allowed her to afford only the cheapest apartment, deep in a crime-infested level of Coruscant.

After coming home from her job to find her place robbed for the second time in a week, it had not taken Rowena long to throw it all away to enlist in the Zweihander Union Trooper Corps.

Her new armor was a pristine white, a distinct contrast from when she had painted her Mark IX Katarn with pink stripes after receiving her certification as an ARC trooper. Rowena would miss the colors, but her new armor fit her just as well as the Katarn and she was equally proud to wear it.

The fact that one of her first deployments since her enlistment was on a wasteland of a planet did not matter to her, even as her squad moved within the depths of the polluted city streets, seeking to root out criminal elements in the midst of a raging gang war.

However, with her experience serving in the Core Imperial Stormtrooper Corps, Rowena could already sense the beginnings of an ambush. The eerie silence in the area and the presence of unarmed men, who were presumably monitoring the squad’s movements and reporting them back to their allies, told the Hapan everything she needed to know. Her commanding officer seemed to sense it as well, motioning for his soldiers to form up along the edges of the streets, where cover was easiest to reach.

“Get ready for contact.” The squad leader spoke over comms, his voice a cold and deep baritone that boomed in Rowena's ears. “I feel an ambush.”

Even so, Rowena saw it first.

Her sharp eyes perceived the movement of a blaster being placed in a window across the street, the operator preparing to fire, yet failing to make his movement careful enough to avoid detection. A fur-covered head came next, the creature positioning themselves behind the rifle’s sights, seeming to point their gun at her commanding officer.

“Sir, get down!”

Spoiler: Gear and Equipment

• Union Trooper Armor
  • Left Gauntlet
    • Liquid-Cable Launcher
  • Energy Shield
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Undersuit
    • Viper Mk. I Skinsuit
  • Utility
    • Neural Band
    • Taozin Skin Nodule
    • Phase III “Dream Sight” Combat Electronics System
• Small Arms
  • VA-17s | Visel Arms Ltd.
    • 10x Combat Scope (Variable Zoom, Anti-Light Reflection Lens Coating, Multi-Spectrum Imaging System)
• Melee
  • Vibroblade (X)
• Grenades
  • Impact Grenade (2)

 

[Viermen]

Location: Wilderness of Lotho Minor, now at his hideout
Tags: Ingrid L'lerim

Viermen did not think he spoke aloud. No matter. It appears she may understand a bit. He did not know what this one faced, and thus if the environment was not enough to test her, and bring about the pain he wanted to see exhibited, then he knew the only way was to teach her directly. As he began to enter his hideout through the end of this one passage, he smashed an old vent piece from a ship. Noxious fumes began to spew out into the halls as he scuttled by with his heavy feet thudding into the ground as he passed through. He then sat on the other end of the gases to see how she handled the pain. She could not hold her breath for too long, and those gases burned flesh, as he found out first hand years ago. So far, she exceeded his expectations, but he must continue testing. This was the final diagnostic for this newcomer.

"You may have gone through much more difficult endeavors. However, those are experiences of avoiding pain. Now I ask you to embrace it! These fermented gases will burn flesh. You may try to hold your breath the whole way, but that will not save your skin from agony. You are the most worthy to come before me newcomer! Learn to embrace the agony to become stronger than before, and we may speak!"

Viermen then stood there. His hideout has never expanded since he came here. The machines of the surgeries he did non himself line the walls, and the floor has become compact from his new form weighing down constantly while here.

 

[Arturo Braga]

Location: The Wrecking Ball, Junker City
Tags: Broka the Hutt Eskk Jannik Rowena Airal Thamne Eleena Salwa

It had been a quarter of an hour since Arturo's crew had driven off the small mob that had gathered outside. In that time, his men and those belonging to other crews had setup something of a headquarters in the cantina known locally as the Wrecking Ball. Despite the name, the cantina proved to be quite the swanky establishment. And, he had to admit, he found the dark, moody aesthetic somewhat appealing. It was an added bonus that he no longer had to queue up to get a drink, one of his men having relieved the bartender of his duties sometime ago.

Mercenaries propped up the bar, filled the booths lining the walls. Even more covered the entrances and exits, their blasters locked and very much loaded.

Having taken one of the VIP booths for himself early on, Arturo sat with his eyes closed, his feet kicked up on the table. A few minutes rest wouldn't do him no harm, he figured. Across from him, one of his men -a twi'lek he'd known for quite some time- was busy staring at the screen of a portable console, his lekku twitching every time something interesting came up on screen. A comlink rested on the table between them, feeding back a constant feed of indistinguishable chatter as several different groups of mercenaries conducted their business about the city.

The mercenary tried to pay attention to it all. Much good that did him.

He had given his crews free reign to do as they pleased, to a degree. So long as they kept civilian casualties to a minimum and refrained from leveling entire city blocks, he was happy. That happiness fled when someone kicked the table, jolting him awake. It took him a moment to get his bearings, and to recognize the man looking down at him. "What is it, Pepp?" He asked, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand. The man in question shrugged, pointed to the comlink on the table. "Just lost two squads. Didn't you hear?" Arturo hadn't heard, but there was no need to admit as much. He straightened up in his seat. "'Course I did. Where?"

"The favela."
"The favela? This whole damn city's one big favela."
"True." Pepper conceded, reaching up to give his stubbly jaw a scratch. "Seems only you and moi realize that, though, since some of our boys went and got themselves clipped by the locals."

Arturo sighed, made to stand. To say he was annoyed would have been an understatement. Losing two squads in the time it took Pepper to deliver the news irked him. "Whatever." He grumbled. "Just let our boys know they're to avoid that area in future. And tell 'em to keep their fingers on the trigger. Local gang activity's gone through the roof since those two psychos Eskk Jannik Airal Thamne started sniping people just East of here." Pepper nodded. "Already done." The mercenaries shared a moment of awkward silence before Arturo chose to break it. "Well? You got something else to tell me or are you just looking for trouble?"

Pepper smiled, gestured to the twi'lek sat at the table. "On the contrary, it seems trouble's looking for us. Noisy here tells me we've got a gang of thugs tooling up in preparation to hit this place. They're getting ready as I speak." The mercenaries turned as one to stare at the twi'lek- Noisy. "This true?" Arturo asked. Noisy nodded, his mouth staying closed. Arturo's brow furrowed. "Why didn't you inform me?" Again, silence. Pepper thumped him on the shoulder before he could ask further questions, drawing his boss' ire. "Didn't want to disturb you, sleeping peacefully as you were." The man explained, sharing a guilty look with Noisy. "If it's any consolation, I know where they're hole up. I can take you there, if you want?"

Giving the man a withering look, Arturo couldn't help but shake his head in exasperation. "Surrounded by idiots," he muttered, grabbing up his pistol and rifle from where they lay, strewn across the table. He signed to a group of mercenaries sat in a nearby booth as he readied his gear, watching as they abandoned their drinks for blasters. It didn't take him long to prepare his own. He glanced at Pepp, before gesturing at the exit.

"Lead on, then."​

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch; The Night Queen, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Outisde the city, Lotho Minor
Equipment: Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink | Soul | Shield talisman | Taozin amulet | Healing amulet
Tag: Viermen | Open

The red-haired woman followed the man as he walked back as he entered the man's perhaps residence, then immediately sensed the poisonous gases that were in the air. As she took her first breath, she felt pain in her nose, throat, and lungs. To tell you the truth, she could have adapted to the environment in a matter of moments, thanks to the fact that she was now shadow-born, but she didn’t. She already knew what the other wanted, so she decided to get it. One thing is not, however, the woman will not show pain.

Not just because she wanted to impress the other. There was no question of that, simply that she had learned as a young child to show weakness equals death. As for the poisonous gases, her body’s ability to regenerate worked on her, but she could have even turned off the pain receptors, as AMCO used to do. But no, the woman wasn't bothered by the pain, it was a part of life, too, and she learned to endure it at the Frost Company, as she did at the Shadow Company.

She looked around, but there weren't really many interesting things inside. And the man continued to speak as Ingrid picked up the military position she had "used" outside. In the smoke of the swirling poisonous gases, it was perfectly visible that she was breathing and not trying to hold her breath.

” If you are waiting for me to show any kind of pain or weakness, we will wait here for eternity because you will not see anything like that from me. You can torture me, you can kill me, but you will never get that joy. Pain is weakness, I am not a Sith to torment myself with it to become strong through it. I don’t avoid pain, I just overcome it because I’m stronger than it!” she said in still completely emotionless, albeit in a slightly hoarse voice due to injuries caused by poisonous gases.

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[Viermen]

Location: Viermen's Lair on Lotho Minor
Tag: Ingrid L'lerim

Viermen stood there. This one learned some lessons before even coming. She knew of some parts of True Strength without even knowing it. The latent learning here was impressive, though he learned to not let his emotions be sensed through the force while he was on his path to Darth ages ago.

"I do not request a display of pain. I know how to sense it through the force. It is not for pleasure, but for purpose. You do not need to wince to embrace the pain. To "overcome" as you say, is to feel it without it causing you to wince in agony. I will know if you feel pain, and thus a performance of agony is not necessary. So, if you are stronger than it, that is good, because you understand True Strength already."

This one would prove good for learning his lessons. At the very least to recognize she learned his lessons without knowing it. There are some ideals of his that clearly she has not learned yet, but this newcomer shows potential, and Viermen was pleased with that.

 

[Alli Vern]

Location: In orbit of Lotho Minor aboard the Grancha Nem'ro
Tags: Broka the Hutt

Alli was surprised to see another line of communication with the Hutt from the Black Sun. She had initially detested them but they seemed to not be as terrible as one would expect. At least from what she had seen so far. She prepared to respond.
"<"Hello, We have some business with some of the companies on this world as well as a few offices and seek law and order and the mobs put down. Honestly the Zweihander Union needs all the space and business opportunities we can until we find a new home. Since its not the wholesale takeover like the last planet however we aren't sending as many units out. Do you need assistance?>"

It was a tough spot she was in. She had taken over a complete mess. The Zweihander union had been chaos the last moment she managed to evacuate everyone willing but now she had ships and stations full of refugee's and now home. The last world, they had managed to claim a city, and that had given them much needed industry and space for those going crazy in the ships but their manufacturing couldn't keep up with demands and credits were running out. She was taking any business she could get, even if that meant with a junk world.[/QUOTE]