Dominion Foundations | Dominion of Artorias-Shusugaunt | NIO

[Djorn Bline]

V E N O M _ S N A K E
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
REVYIA
BYOO

It was all just a facade.

How many faces he had to wear just to get what he wanted? Pretend to be a father was one of those faces he wore. There was a lot more he pretended to be, hiding away from the actual man he was. Was he a shadow of his former self, or maybe this was the real him. Stuck up in his own thoughts that molded him into this, too blind to see it. Blindly enslaved to his agendas.

The estate Ariel had was surrounded by flora, isolated in harmony away from others that inhabited Reyvia. She and the girls lived comfortably, away from conflicts and wars only for him to involve them in that atmosphere that he was accustomed to.

His oldest daughter surprised him from the flank, unveiling herself from the flora she hid in.

"I've got you!"

"You sure did, yeah."

Giving a smile to his daughter as Ivalyn giggled and laughed to herself. It was always a treat for them to see him, always this excited to see him. The two walked at each other's side, with Ivalyn running towards Ariel as she saw her mother.

"Looks like Ivalyn might be a good operative one day," he said at Ariel as he neared her.

"How are you? How is Zola?"

Ariel Yvarro​

 

[Volgin Alto]

M A U L E R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
NEW IMPERIAL ARMY SPECIAL FORCES
ATTACHED TO GFIS UNIT 'HEADHUNTERS'
Konrad Harrsk | Hiran Avola

Of course it was a school. Doubtful it was still in operation, matter of fact- with New Imperial normalization protocols taking place in this settlement, its curriculum and systems were undoubtedly being altered from a Pro-Zambrano slant to a Pro-New Order slant- nothing else would've been acceptable. But why then relent- in Harrsk's position. Alto never knew the man's father, he wasn't someone that ever brushed shoulders with Imperial High Command, but all of those in special operations knew about Harrsk, the taskmaster, one of the very vital organs to COMPNOR - the intelligence and political apparatus to the Empire.

Even if its influence had begun to fade following the end of the war, it was still a force to be reckoned with.

<"You tea drinkers won't be the only ones stacking any bodies- me and my men will take part in the raid."> He needed to kick down doors and take lives. It'd been too long. About a week to be exact. And that was far too long. He and his men were specially armed stormtroopers, bearing the crimson and symbolism of the Mantellian eagle. Their official designation in the Imperial Army aired on the side of enigma, but they were fighters for sure.

<“We’re attached to your ‘ODA’ regardless, you put us where you need us and we’ll crack skulls from there.”> Volgin iterated, taking his heavy repeater from his shoulder into his hands. Ready to kill.

 

[Rika Hiro]

LADY_SILENCE_
COMPNOR
BYOO

DECEASED Erskine Barran
"You don't get it do you."

The HRD paused and rolled its eyes before continuing.

"You don't dictate what we do or have interest in, you have no power in this equation; Lord Tal's funding of terror groups and shift towards cementing his own power as a preeminent warlord interests us."


In truth, Tal's activities were impressive, if not two-faced in its scope and nature. The same paradigm of virtue that extolled Galidraans sons to war was the same man who on the low armed extremists on the homeworld to bomb Sith and even those of his ilk who did not support his goals. It was truly fascinating how a man of honour could casually write off the fate of so many with the tap of a datapad button, only a few days prior did COMPNOR catch wind of a bombing orchestrated on Calavar that had killed or wounded several pro Sith Galidraani government employees. Tal might've made a good COMPNOR agent if the older man hadn't been born a Galidraani.


Asa pulled out her datapad and tapped a quick combination into the keys, bringing up a series of data files and observation reports on the Galidraani's dating from during and before the Galidraani's staged their first battle. The retinas of the HRDs eyes flashed momentarily in a shade of light blue as she downloaded the information from the datapad direct to her central processor. The light blue soon faded out from her eyes, and she returned her stone-cold gaze to Barran once more.


"I'm sure you'd like to return home, it is in our interest too but you have to be transparent with us Mr Barran if you want it to be a reality."​

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

THE WATCHFUL EYE OF THE EMPIRE // NEO-CSILLA

Mithrad | Gat Tambor | Djonas Val | TF | NIO
The Mongrel

​

The cargo haulers of the Trade Federation continued to stream to and from the surface of Neo-Csilla, pausing only to deposit their cargo in the optimal drop zone as directed by an oversized PowerSlave AI housed in the orbiting terraforming platform. While the scale of raw materials being transported to the world was almost immeasurable - almost being qualified, as the TF accountants in the Industropolis on Aargauu were closely keeping track and issuing the requisite invoices - it was the effectiveness of the operation which stood as the TF’s greatest achievement.

“Yes, the annals will long mark the forging of Neo-Csilla,” he replied to Mithrad and Gat. To watch a world literally grow before one's eyes was a wonder few would ever experience.

Klaxons rang out through the terraforming platform to mark the incursion by the Brotherhood of the Maw, and Tithe dispatched a TF droid to retrieve his electrohammer. The Aargauun fiercely protected his investments, and he was his own biggest investment. Anyone who thought he and his two colleagues would be easy prey would soon find themselves relieved of their worldly concerns.

“The murder, the blood shed, the pogram, that, now that I understand,” Tithe mused to his colleagues. The galaxy was violent by nature and design, be that violent physical, political or economic. Those who sought peace chased an unobtainable dream due to the very essence of life. “It’s their flagrant disregard for credits where I must simply draw the line.”

Tithe had lost count of the number of Sith Empire officials, generals and acolytes he had bribed, both as a member of the failed government and as a belligerent seeking to bring them to heel. But the Brotherhood, with limited central government apparatus and no interest in credits - only blood for their foul gods - presented a far more dangerous foe.

He needed to tread carefully.

 

[Konrad Harrsk]

A R T O R I A S
OBJECTIVE II | PACIFICATION OPERATIONS
ZONE OF OPERATION | ARTORIAN COASTAL VILLAGE PARIACCI
OPPOSING | SITH-IMPERIAL REMNANT CELL 'ECHO'​

"Very well, your units can take point in the raid itself. We'll encircle the area and look for any hidden exits they might escape from." Konrad nodded, military discipline carved on his face but within - an impish impulse jolted his guts. He was in rabid opposition to the warlordism form of imperial governance the Imperator preached. An Empire defragmented was no better than a democracy.

And as everyone knows - democracy has failed.

Too many times to count.

In a galaxy where everyone was out to get the Imperials, the Empire had to be strong. As one unit.

Time to re-align.

<"Second squad still has those explosive satchels we scavenged from the Sith-Imp scum?"> Konrad asked his master sergeant through their internal comms.

<"Yes, Sir.">

<"Tell them to move up ahead and plant them. Bring the school down on my order only.">

<"Copy that, Lieutenant.">

<"Red Jackal, Headhunter, this is Kaiser Actual. We have set an overwatch position from the adjacent rooftops and a picket perimeter."> Konrad stated through the comms while observing the special forces moving into the school. A devious smirk danced on his face. <"Flush them out, over.">

"The satchels?" he turned to the sergeant with a raised eyebrow.

"Planted, Sir."

"Good."

"Very good."

Hiran Avola | Volgin Alto

 

[Hiran Avola]

CAPTAIN ROLAND DT-104
GALIDRAANI FREE STATE
UNIT 44 'RED JACKALS'
HEADHUNTER COMPANY
Tags: Konrad Harrsk Volgin Alto

“Left flank! Move up, move up!”

Roland's stern order broke through into the fireteams transistors; the Captain barked an additional command. A second fireteam moved opposite the complex without delay, where a line of windows looking into the basement lay along the low rise. Taking the lead, each of the fireteams pointmen took up position next to the windows, priming incendiary grenades with a cock and twist before kicking the glass in and throwing the grenades into the dark of the basement.

1. . .
2. . .
3. . .

Silence, then confusion, then the roar of the blast and smoke blew out from the basement windows. Confused screams of agony and terror followed as the fire rendered flesh from bone and melted the armour of the Sith soldiers, without delay and using the confusion to break into the basement; the fireteams pointmen took the lead and fired with pinpoint accuracy into the confused soldiers. The Sith soldiers fired wildly back but none found their mark in the smoke and fire, facing no alternative but to reach for the doors, the Sith combatants fled into the jaws of another trap.


<<"All yours Lieutenant.">>
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[Ariel Yvarro]

R E V Y I A
​

Ariel smiled at Djorn's words regarding Ivalyn, she added, "then it would only be because she wishes to be like you." She held Zola's hand as they walked beside the agent. "Zola's good, just got over a rather nasty cold." The idyllic home that Ariel established was such a far cry from the world she had grown up in. Majestic mountains drew along the horizon, large trees bunched around the home where the chimney burned and smoke slowly wafted from the top. The sounds of the river nearby brought comfort to Ariel. She could now understand in part why her cousin cherished it so much.​

​

"And you, my dear," she warmly stated as she got a little closer to Djorn, "are just in time."​

​

"Dinner's just about ready, and I do need some help with pulling logs in from the river. Normally, I ask Mr. Vudeer but he's still on holiday. You remember him don't you? The torguta, used to work for the Sith Empire but came away here when he got the chance. His cabin is down the road from here." Ariel began, regaling Djorn of the locals once more, she knew he had most likely forgotten or put it away somewhere to never be recovered. "The girls and I go there and keep watch on his animals and his gardens. I've left the droids there just to be sure no predator goes near."​

​

They neared the homestead, as evident by the horse and wagon driven road that lead to it. Clothes hung out on the line to wash, and a small garden in front greeted them. The homestead was built with stone and log, covered in a unique resin to prevent flame and termite damage. Ariel continued on with the recent activities. The girls learning and the progress of the homestead, and while Ariel realized that Djorn had become attached to his ideals, his agendas; she never really knew just how deeply it was.​

​

If she did, she never let on.​

​

"It is nice to have you home, you know," she whispered into his ear before placing a kiss on his cheek. Ariel walked ahead of him calling to their daughters so that might wash up before dinner. Dinner was roasted duck that Ariel had hunted down a few days ago, it would be served with root vegetables from the garden, bread, and gravy. Bread has been acquired in a trade with a Corellian at the market. Feathers and fur for wheat and bread - market was usually a full weekend adventure for the girls.​

​

Ivalyn told her father of how she 'spied' on a neighbor or two and was giving him a full report of the local affairs.​

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Ariel couldn't help but chuckle. ​

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Djorn Bline ​

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[Volgin Alto]

M A U L E R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
NEW IMPERIAL ARMY SPECIAL FORCES
ATTACHED TO GFIS UNIT 'HEADHUNTERS'
Konrad Harrsk | Hiran Avola

As much as this maverick might've never wanted to say it out loud, Harrsk had a lot to prove. Not that this was a make or break deployment in his career, the Harrsk name carried a great deal of weight- however, setting the tone early would've set his legacy divergent from the man who died a polarizing figure. A deeply, deeply polarizing figure.

But none of that mattered to Alto. He was here to execute. To collect the scalps of insurgents. That was what he did best. So for now, within the sea of muddied intentions and less than virtuous interests that came with the desires of power within the Empire, they all aligned in spilling blood this eve.

Thy will be done.

The explosives burst through every point of entry to the school and not far behind the Red Jackals, Volgin and his men were in through the breach. They were certainly soldiers of Sith make, with their armor strewn between third party, civilian replacements and standard issue Sith Imperial gear. He fired a long rip of the heavy repeater center mass into three of them as he took point before the butt of his repeater slammed into the skull of another, cracking the thick bone immediately and making for a trickle of blood down unto the broken floor.

<"First room clear. Keep it moving. You see any of them trying to squirt, put 'em down."> A squirter was a common term for a 'runner' someone trying to escape.

He and two Mantellian stormtroopers stacked up on another door before he fired a round into control panel, reaching down to the bottom of the door and pulling it up with his arms just enough for the two troopers to slide an incindiary grenade and a 'nine banger' flash bang into the enclosed space before slamming the door back down.

Shrieks and cries of pain and agony followed. Volgin just listened to the music.

 

[DECEASED Erskine Barran]

4
THE_WOAD
OBJECTIVE 4: BYOO
RAVELIN, BASTION

Interacting with: Rika Hiro

'You don't get it do you.', Yubari began her next reply, rolling her eyes with distaste akin to that exhibited by aristocrats like himself, but Lord Erskine was left with no other choice but to suffer it, knowing what fate awaited him for wasting the ISB's time. Alas, though Barran wished not to incur COMPNOR's wrath, he still needed to gauge the overall temperament of Tarkinism's most frightening stalwart element, which in turn would leave the Stormchaser in a position to dance on that knife's edge from time to time; chances the Brigadier-General would freely admit to preferring himself testing on his enemies instead, though the risks incurred of mentioning ISB oversight on the Free-State would invite discord and dissent aplenty from the silent naysayers of the movement, so the lines the Woad danced going forward would be carefully delegated for the safety of his family, his Lord-Protector, and perhaps even for Galidraan itself if his actions really did have far-reaching consequences in the grand scheme of things.

'You don't dictate what we do or have interest in, you have no power in this equation; Lord Tal's funding of terror groups and shift towards cementing his own power as a preeminent warlord interests us.'

Holding her gaze until the HRD referenced files from her datapad, Erskine could see that he need not have went so far to toe the line for the scale of COMPNOR's (and also the rest of the Tarkinist party's card-carrying members') suspicion towards both himself and Lord Willan, seeing for himself that the Lord-Protector had been dancing on finer lines behind closed doors than those Barran himself had been toeing in plain sight. Once her irises had stopped glowing, Barran knew it was once again time to pay close attention to Yubari's wording, straightening his posture in his seat as the HRD continued,'I'm sure you'd like to return home, it is in our interest too but you have to be transparent with us Mr Barran if you want it to be a reality.', as nonchalantly as one might when discussing the week's weather-patterns on Galidraan, though inducing as much unease as one might expect when discussing that level of intrigue with a war-criminal.
If ever ye needed a sign that yer feet were well an' truly wet, Barran. Well.... That sign just slapped itself across yer dish, old man.

'So we Tarkinists really are all in it together,"Like thief an' beggar!", as they say. Good to know we're on the same team at least, as we both know the last thing Tarkinism needs at this stage is the reeking sub-factionalism that follows and ails the healthier ideologies throughout this Galaxy.... We've both been taught and shown plenty of where that path leads, agent.'

Pointing to the S section of the room, at all the Sith-related political biographies that stacked up to the roof in their own little margin, with each and every last one having failed their own party-ideologies eventually, made all the more evident in every biographer's vain attempts to paint their figures as stars that burned too bright, or as raconteurs who went against the apathetic grain. The worst elements of Galactic politics were always destined to eat their own, and Lord Erskine was adamant that Tarkinism wouldn't be tainted by such a stain, to the extent that he was then willing to do whatever was asked of him, and for the sake of his Lord-Protector and all fighting as part of the Galidraani Free-State. If the ideology of Tarknism, it's party and every subfaction playing their part couldn't put forth a united front in the next decade or so, it's chances of surviving waned with every day they tip-toed around each other, making the disunity itself into something else that Erskine would be sure to work doggedly to keep from happening.

'However, if I am to confide in the Lord-Protector for anything at all in that regard, I'll do what I can, but I still need specifics to work on. So what exactly is it you wish to know about the Free-State's leader, agent? I do want to help, genuinely, though I still need something specific to work with. War, I do well - intrigue, complete novice in every such field of expertise apart from the sneakin' part.'

 

[Rika Hiro]

LADY_SILENCE_
COMPNOR
BYOO

DECEASED Erskine Barran

She raised an eyebrow in confusion at the thief and beggar comment, simply deeming it logical to not respond nor entertain the tongue twisters that the Galidraani threw at the HRD. Barran was no fool, and for all his eccentricities and mannerisms, the general was a vicious opponent who had frequently outwitted and decimated large formations sent to battle Galidraani units on various worlds and fronts. Tal was seemingly blessed by a cadre of talented officers and subordinates who made great use of their shortcomings and lack of numbers to win a great many battles; Barran and his ilks legacy would be defined in future military doctrine books.

Her intense gaze followed where his gloved hand pointed towards, right where the libraries content on Sith orders and history lay. The division had been their downfall many a time, and it would seem the Imperials would follow in that regard. The Imperators forces were led mainly by cliques of warlords and unreliable mercenaries who could sooner switch allegiance at a moment's notice, if it were not for the common goals uniting Tavlar and the Galidraani's, she might've suspected Tal wouldn't be so inclined to be civil in his methods. Instead, Tal seemed to play the long game in the rat race of Imperial politics and let his influence in the army and wider state pile up to the point where his support would be invaluable to Tavlar and negate being purged.

"I want the books on Tals transactions to and from the various terror groups he commands and funds, and if we take your pleasant little backwater, it will not look good on the agency if Tal's little rabble of terrorists branch off and begin attacking other members of the Imperial assembly and anyone who's not a frothing and rabid Galidraani nationalist."​

 

[Djorn Bline]

V E N O M _ S N A K E
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
REVYIA
BYOO

From Grand Moff of the First Order to this simple lifestyle.

Life sure did worked in mysterious ways and it always had pleasant and nasty surprises. She seemed to take it well, adapting to the drastic changes she lived with daily. Their daughters seemed to enjoy it, too. The girls didn't get attached to a modern lifestyle; one with technology and little nature to enjoy. He could feel the warm atmosphere coming from his family, though it was not enough to rid of the cold within him.

"It is nice to be home to your dinner," replying to Ariel as she kissed him on the cheek, finding words to warm up to her. Do that to ask something from her and hope he would get it from her.

"You know, Ivalyn," returning his attention to his eldest daughter as she was giving her best impromptu report of the things she was spying on. "If you did find some elements of dissidence, you should let me know as soon as possible."

"What's dissidence?"

"Oh...uh, think of it as people doing bad things. Things that go against Imperial values; an example would be the Sith and Jedi, those are bad people that are a threat. Your mother will tell you more."

Instead of playing a fantasy with his child he was telling her what was good and what was bad; indoctrinating her to his ideals. Children were sponges, always absorbing whatever they saw and heard.

"You would make me proud if you let me know about that."

And every child wanted to make their parents proud.

"But let's sit down and eat, your mother and sister shouldn't wait longer for us."

Father and daughter joined Ariel and Zola at the dining table, a bountiful meal awaiting them.

"Haven't had duck in a while," giving a smile to his lover before helping to serve a plate to Ivalyn.

Ariel Yvarro​

 

[Gat Tambor]

X X I I : T H E _ G A L A X Y
DIRECTOR
TRADE FEDERATION
Mithrad | Aerarii Tithe | Djonas Val
The Mongrel ​

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A _ L O T​

Oh good. A disturbance. At the sound of alarm the three men were all, intriguingly, quite ready to respond in force. It was an interesting development of character which Gat Tambor was privy to himself through the entire process, at least in the case of the Vice Chancellor. In spite of the man's position as a financier- he always seemed to carry himself with a contempt for danger- a commendable trait and one Gat seemed to share as well.

Maybe it was the mind spike being constantly dripped into his body via the micro dosing provided in his atmospheric suit or maybe it was- well, soon the other two were about to see.

A Trade Federation droid made its way to Tambor who peered toward it with characteristically wide eyes, nodding along with its suggestion before he rolled his shoulders in the suit. There was absolutely zero indication that he was alarmed or concerned in the slightest. If anything, he was tempering excitement before soon enough, mounted unto repulsor lifts a large 'coffin-like' metal device began to enter the room before setting down unto the metallic floor with a loud and thunderous thud.

He made his way to the device, imprinting his hand unto the activation panel before it pried open to reveal the vaunted "Turbo Annihilator" Class Skakoan Super Juggernaut Power Armor which seemed to open up to Gat Tambor upon his approach, ready for him to all step inside and take control, which he promptly did.

<"WRERRRRRRRRRRRRRR- well, gentlemen. Are we not men of action or shall we wait for them to come to us?"> He inquired as he took control of the battle suit.

 

[DECEASED Erskine Barran]

5
THE_WOAD
OBJECTIVE 4: BYOO
RAVELIN, BASTION

Interacting with: Rika Hiro

'That can easily be done, as we're trying to ascertain the full extents of that as we go, an' not only that, but there'll be a few of my own to note in there too. Lots of these groups popping up, even without our funding or blessings as things currently stand.'

Holding up a finger to wait a moment, Erskine reached into his upper coat-pocket for his own datapad, clicking authentication codes in and swiping until he found the relevant files to the topic, sliding the device over the reading table to the spot next to the one Asa had just referenced. As a show of transparency, the Lord-Commander had given her the list of every Galidraani paramilitary organisation known to Erskine by that point, including all the known pro-Sith factions who'd sprung up since the bombings and assassinations had begun on Galidraani soil; and yet, in order to solidify said transparency, the Stormchaser knew (without guessing too hard on the matter) that he would need to express intent to continue in his attempts to broaden the list. Exhaling, Barran relaxed a little before continuing,'Some will be marked red, some will be marked blue, those will be,"Terrorists", confirmed to have been funded by the Lord-Protector & I specifically. You'll notice mine are markedly fewer, and the ones I have bought out only operate on Galidraan III.... More intel to follow though, at least that could be more likely now you've given me a proper line of inquiry to follow.'

 

[Rika Hiro]

LADY_SILENCE_
COMPNOR
BYOO

DECEASED Erskine Barran
"See, compliance gets us far in this world Mr Barran and the Imperial state ultimately is the law and final word, not your beloved lord protector."


The HRD moved her free hand to intercept the datapad that Barran slid over the table, picking up the pad with a look of curiosity plastered across her otherwise mute face. Her eyes flashed once more as she downloaded the information directly to her neural processor and up towards the central mainframe she and many other HRDs were hardwired to. Such information would prove vital to the security efforts of the agencies work later on. Yubari's face twisted into what only could pass for a restrained chuckle at Barrans attempt to absolve himself by claiming his support of such groups was markedly fewer than his overlord.


"Well aren't you honourable."


That's what marked Barran out of the two figureheads of the independence movement; he seemed to belong to the older generation that swore upon honour and romanticised that increasingly fleeting feeling of a gentleman's war. Tal the youngest of the pair was a product of his era and had no issue with underhanded tactics, murder and even terrorism to fuel his own goals. They both complimented each other in a strange sense, and she wondered how either hadn't killed each other yet.​

 

[Konrad Harrsk]

A R T O R I A S
OBJECTIVE II | PACIFICATION OPERATIONS
ZONE OF OPERATION | ARTORIAN COASTAL VILLAGE PARIACCI
OPPOSING | SITH-IMPERIAL REMNANT CELL 'ECHO'​

A grenade's muffled explosion signalled the attack, followed by a hail of continuous blaster fire. The Mantellian and Galidraani operatives were in. Cries resounded through and over the thin walls of the school, echoing from the depths of the hideout. Roland's confirmation all but left a sinister smirk on Harrsk's face. They were deep enough.

"Sergeant?"

"Ready, Sir."

"Blow 'em up."

A click of the button and a simultaneous explosion of multiple bombs, carefully planted on different sections of the school, erupted bursting clouds of smoke and dust. With its feet blown to bits, the building began to crumble fast and hard upon the special operatives inside. Chunks of large stones tumbled down through the floors into the basement, pulverizing everything in their way in a fatal cascade to bury everyone beneath it.

Hiran Avola | Volgin Alto

 

[DECEASED Erskine Barran]

6
THE_WOAD
OBJECTIVE 4: BYOO
RAVELIN, BASTION

Interacting with: Rika Hiro

'Honourable? Nah, not if I'm getting my feet soakin' wet in cloak & dagger's water, not if I'm financially contributing towards these,"Terrorist", activities either. I'm well-and-truly in it with COMPNOR an' the Free-State both, an' both are powerful enough to snuff my life out on just the slightest hint of suspicions.... But if it's cooperation you want, then fine, you have it in spades. After all, I'm no better than the exiled PMC-commander who answered the NIO's call to arms in the later months of 863 ABY. Still the same man.'

Drinking from the hipflask once more, forced to recall the horrors of Hast, Mytus VII and Gulma as if these dreaded battles had just happened a few days beforehand, and putting them out of his mind with a whiskey-filled struggle, Erskine had to grit his teeth to get himself back to a talkative state as a result. Then, turning back to Asa, the HRD had taken the opportunity to slide the Lord-Colonel's datapad along the table as he pondered on how best to follow up such a confession, realizing in his moment of clarity that he really was more powerless than himself than he had been leading himself to believe; Lord Barran never had any truly tangible sense of self-importance, as in it's place rested fierce loyalty and a duty to family, Lord-Protector, his armies and the Imperator instead. Pocketing his datapad once more, the Stormchaser pulled out a cigar and lit it quickly enough to join Asa's smoking spell when her cigarette had just reached it's halfway point, surrounding himself in smoke before he blew and wafted it away to continue.

'And as for the final word, I know for a fact that myself an' Lord Willan adhere to the New Order's chain o' command. Ah, another thing, we admit that not all of our targets are Sith-loyalists, but there were other elements going unpunished before we started getting flashy with our wallets. Elements considered just as heinous as the Sith's own on Galidraan I & III. We're talking kidnappers, covens, cultists an' secret-societies now..... Oh, an' trust me when I say it's just a case of sins catching up with them nice an' early. They all had it coming to them, an' besides - we can handle these paramilitary organisations in a purge at any given time, we're a corrective movement after all.'

 

[Rika Hiro]

LADY_SILENCE_
COMPNOR
BYOO

DECEASED Erskine Barran

"From Galidraan to Prefsbelt and beyond, this entire turf is a rats race of various groups Mr Barran; Galidraan is but a part of a wider nest of rats."


Whatever little cults and other secret societies infested Galidraan, Yubari didn't care; COMPNOR didn't care. The real source of interest were the various terror groups operating with Tals funding and direction, anything else like the aforementioned cults, well Tal could do as he saw fit with them. It was a minor nuisance at most in the grand scheme of things, something a Moff could efficiently deal with with the direction of a few hit squads and planetary defence force interventions. Nameless and faceless terror groups were the bigger fish to fry, even the ones nominally on the side of the Imperials, a great many Sith militia and other paramilitaries remained in the shadows. Something her ilk would have to deal with in the coming days, months and years. You cannot get rid of a pest infestation overnight, it takes time to remove each parasite from the earth permanently.


"I hope so, i really do."​

 

[Hiran Avola]

CAPTAIN ROLAND DT-104
GALIDRAANI FREE STATE
UNIT 44 'RED JACKALS'
HEADHUNTER COMPANY
tags: Konrad Harrsk Volgin Alto

<< "Kill any survivors still in the basement floor, leave any above ground for capture or however Harrsk sees fit over.">>

The sinking feeling in his stomach wouldn't go away, but he attributed it to fatigue. Of course, he hadn't had anything to eat since they got out of hyperspace too, so really, it could be anything. Besides that, there were still enemy personnel haunting the claustrophobic corridors of the building that were unaccounted for.



Roland nearly collided with one of his subordinates as he entered the adjacent room. Telltale signs of blaster holes marked the room, and the thick smoke obscured the trooper's vision ever so slightly in the smog.


"What is it?"


“Well, we might have a problem, Sir,” the trooper explained as he led his captain to a nearby burnt-out husk slumped up against an overturned bed. The only sign notifying the death trooper of who the man even was was the mans rank badge notifying that he had been of high rank in the enemy unit.


"Fething hell, check the rest of this blasted complex for datapads and any other computers."​

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[DECEASED Erskine Barran]

7
THE_WOAD
OBJECTIVE 4: BYOO
RAVELIN, BASTION

Interacting with: Asa Yubari

'If you're referring to the stated interest in purging, me too.... As failing could mean me having to come grovelling to COMPNOR for assistance, and I don't much enjoy the thought of what that would do to diminish our reputation thereafter. Imagine it,"The Free-State fails to purge it's paramilitary allies properly, resorts to pleading for help from other Tarkinists as a result.", we'd be the laughing-stock of the party before long, an' if we're being honest here, perhaps the New Order as a whole.'

The one thing Erskine hadn't mentioned in all that, however, was the fact he would still have one card left to play in the event of a blunder, one last hand to put into the purging-gamble before the final grovelling option was hypothetically entertained. An option that meant using his second son as a power-move strategy, and consequently, as a playing-chip in strengthening (and reorganizing the loyalist elements from the ground up) local sentiments towards the Free-State in what Lord Erskine hoped would become the greatest hearts-and-minds campaign ever attempted by any born Laird of Clan Barran. Nothing of it's kind had been attempted by anyone from the several rungs of Galidraani nobility in centuries, and certainly nothing on the scale that compared to the plans that Michael and Erskine had discussed in the months before the passing of Thomas sundered any such discussions for the foreseeable future, but hope still remained for as long as Lord Ollis sent word of Michael's wellbeing, and his unshaking will to unify all of Galidraan's common-classes in favour of the Lord-Protector's revolution.

'There are many ways t'go about that, however, an' for as long as hope remains, I'm sure we can achieve everything we've been planning together as far as that's concerned.'

 

[Volgin Alto]

M A U L E R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
NEW IMPERIAL ARMY SPECIAL FORCES
ATTACHED TO GFIS UNIT 'HEADHUNTERS'
Konrad Harrsk | Hiran Avola

Volgin gave a motion of his hand for his men to follow him to the next room, he passed the Galidraani operatives in glancing as he made his way down the corridor. He motioned for the same maneuver as last to be imprinted onto the next door before a distant explosion rocked them in their footing. The heavy set mountain of terror that was Alto didn't seem shaken by it...until it happened again...and again, in controlled bursts. An exacted and methodical detonation. And it was right over them.

His eyes narrowed as he peered to the metal ceiling above them, hearing the continuous ruptures of planted charges before one burst just above his head and before he could register- his vision was filled with blackness, his vital signs scanner fading before inevitably rebooting itself. He was alive...seemingly. Given his armor and stature, that should not have been all too surprising.

Surrounded by jagged metal and duracrete he had only one instinct, to claw himself to the surface. As much as he favored his men- he ultimately wouldn't play hero and prize their survival above his own. If they died they died, if not? Good for them.

Eventually, he emerged in smoke and dust to the surface, willing himself from the ground with his immense strength among aggravated groans.

<"What...was that."> He said aloud to whoever was near.