High Seas [TSE Dominion of Dellalt]

[Darth Prazutis]

The world of Dellalt was awash with legend as the site of many major historical events, factions. Whether it was it's early service as a treasure world of Xim the Despot and his vast empire or it's role as a major staging point for the Galactic Empire and the many rumors that circulated of vaults put here by Emperor Palpatine. There were so many rumors that it was often hard to circulate fact from fiction when it came to this mysterious oceanic world that had ties to the Tion Hegemony in the past. Virtually all of the surface of Dellalt was covered with ocean with exception of three great continents where much of the indigenous peoples lived. The deep, dark oceans held many mysteries and unknown dangers.

Dellalt was home to two major groups that laid claim to the world. The first was known historically as the Survivors, a name claimed from the original founders that dominated the landmasses, they found their origins as survivors of Xim the Despots crumbling empire following his death. They banded together with a thousand of the dictator's highly formidable war droids and with stubborn determination carved out a place for themselves here. They were a rugged, despotic people heavily influenced by their ancient empire and in more recent years by their affiliation as members of the Tion Hegemony as more imperialistic. Dellalt was theirs by right.

The second was known as the Swimming Peoples of Dellalt or the Dellaltians and they laid claim to the waters dominating many of the major lakes. They were a huge, strong, sharp toothed reptilian people that held a monopoly on the bodies of water and controlling access across the continents, forcing others who wish to cross their domain to pay a hefty price. They were fiercely territorial and were known for their tempers should one violate the sanctity of their home, they would not hesitate to use savage violence to destroy these trespassers. In recent years due to the many galactic wars as the power of the Tion Hegemony fluctuated the Swimmers elected to reclaim former ancestral territory lost to them in ages past to the Survivors, and after a brief skirmish during the reclamation of these territories were called to a series of negotiations with the Survivors creating a very tense, volatile situation with these two peoples that would decide between peace, or war.

In the southernmost continent the famed legend of Xim the Despot and his lost vaults took root and year after year it brought greedy treasure hunters to the world to find lost fortunes, advanced technology that was lost in the Despotic Empire's regression following the death of its leader. It even brought crime lords and power hungry leaders who believed there to be legions of the infamous war droids that brought great swaths of the galaxy to heel. But all either left frustrated and broke their fortunes spent, or disappeared after going too deep into the hostile wilderness never to be seen again. It was the legendary mystique of these vaults and the failed expeditions that created outrageous rumors that everything from galactic fortune to superweapons from a forgotten age could possibly lurk in vaults hidden and trapped by a Despot so greedy, so paranoid that it was said he wanted his vaults so protected that even he would have trouble accessing them.

But everything would soon change for Dellalt as it became the latest target of the Sith Empire and its vast war machine that swallowed countless systems with every passing day bringing untold prosperity to those who bend the knee and annihilation to the foolish who stood against them. In a joint operation alongside their allies from the Tion Hegemony they would come to Dellalt and bring it into the fold, using its resources, its peoples to fuel their relentless pursuit of galactic conquest. In the name of the Emperor they would come.

OBJECTIVES:
I: In ages past Dellalt was the famed site of the great Xim the Despot's secret treasure vaults. Brave any dangers, find the vault and secure its contents for the Sith Empire.
II: The dominant land dwelling people of the Survivors are engaged in a tense, territorial dispute with the Dellaltians, a species of huge reptiles, that borders on violence. Help mediate the conflict so the Sith Empire may secure recruits from both sides.
III: Dellalt was once used as a major staging point for the Galactic Empire, help the Sith Empire build a new fortress on the site of these old ruins.
IV: BYOO

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Vestille Thumahra​

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Survivor-Dellaltian Border, Dellat​

Objective II :: Establish a cease-fire zone.​

Assisted by: [member="Kaalia Pavanos"]​

The first of many deployments; full-scale and rigorous. This was war.

The 7th Field Army was to be a well-oiled and zealous machine with the new General acting as the head of the hydra. It had been a long, rigorous journey to reach the position that Vestille now found himself sat in the hot-seat of war. Rather than fighting on the front-lines himself, he sat within his Command Center and coordinated the troop movements like chess pieces upon the board; assigning his subordinates to lead his men into battle in his stead. These men that formed the General's command structure had been carefully selected and put through rigorous testing by Vestille himself, every test harder than the last to ensure that his officers were loyal, effective and capable of handling situations no matter how stressful they became. Those who rose to the very top who sat as the extensions of his will were cuts of his own cloth, men that had served him since the very beginning, surviving battle after battle and being tempered by the apocalyptic nature of the battlefield. That of which had been nothing more than a simple grunt now stood beside the man-turned-demon and pull upon the puppet strings that made the colossal force move with purpose and efficiency.

Their first task? The maiden mission? Peacekeeping. If it were to be anyone, supposedly it was to be them.

Their mission took them to the planet of Dellat, yet another neutral sphere that was to soon be consumed by the Sith Empire's ever expanding territory. The briefing had been extensive, spread across the thousands of troops under his command and their monumental task that lay ahead of them; one that would have been impossible before yet now? He had the authority and the manpower at his back to put him in a position where occupation and large-scale operations were to become the norm. The handling of a couple squads of infantry had turned into commanding entire companies and supporting elements with the entire battlefield as his canvas rather than one isolated sector. Under Vestille's scrutinizing gaze and zealous aptitude, the 7th sought it their goal to become the very best that the Imperial Legion had to offer; their Commanding Officer's unique training doctrine mixed with ample field experience rather than training in safety of bases and firing at enemies that didn't move nor fire back would give them an edge. As grueling as it seemed and with the idea of 'learn quick or die quick' leaving more than a few casualties each deployment; the results were very clear, an elite and unwavering fighting force born from the ashes of those who fell.

The first wave of troops were deployed along the border via armed transport, deploying a wave of infantry and armored support to spread along the border and establish a form of cordon between the Survivors and Dellaltian territories. With this basic line in the sand method, hopefully the superior force of Imperial infantry and armor would prevent any plans of a skirmish on the border from ever actually occurring. That in of itself was stage one. Stage two, once the cordon had successfully been established, was to drop combat engineers with fortifications; distributed every five kilometers or so to be built up into secure military installations and dissuade any potential assaults to breach the cordon as well as to establish a no-fly-zone to prevent either side utilizing any air power they might have at their disposal. This plan would no doubt take hours to fully complete but, as the 7th received the green light on stage one, it was believed that the Sith would establish diplomatic communications with both parties and bring a peaceful end to the conflict-- Securing the support of both sides in the process.

For now, the General and his men were the venomous snake to the song-singing bird; waiting for the call to turn from neutral peacekeepers to a vicious machine of war.

 

[Koda Fett]

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Treasures were typically buried deep beneath the soil. If one was capable of removing it from sight, it often left the mind too. Xim Despot certainly had this in mind when creating the vaults that shielded his wealth from those they may intend to tear it from him. The Sith Empire had spread their forces far and wide, across a planet that had once faced destruction at their hand in the past, in a bid to discover the tyrants treasures. These promising caverns were rife with dangers, and so an extermination was required; but a conventional soldier was of no use, someone far more specialised was required. Mandalorians. Fett, Vizsla. They would do.

They found themselves in complete darkness as they traversed the hollowed interior, a constant trickle of water persisted- further dampening the floor beneath their feet and the walls that surround them. Had there been a creature that thrust itself at them? No, not yet. The Bounty Hunter and the Warlord were unchallenged in their approach.

Fett held his Carbine in hand, his eyes remained glued on the area head as the HUD of his helmet provided the vision modifications required in order to see through the veil of darkness. The subtle sound of the fabrics around his neck moving were apparent to a keener set of ears, his T-Visor catching a glance of Ronan. "Surprised you didn't bring your pet." He first began, finishing with a hint of aggression within his voice. "The Jedi."

[member="Ronan Vizsla"]

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Survivor-Dellaltian Border, Dellalt
Objective: [II] Establish cease-fire zone
Working with: [member="Vestille Thumahra"]

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Darth Avacyn had seen war from many sides, but this one was still new to her. Some of her recent efforts in service for the Sith Empire had been in the vein of diplomacy, which was often meant to prevent war from ever taking place if such a thing was possible. The Empire's mission on the planet of Dellalt, however, was to cease a conflict that had escalated quickly and had brought the Survivors and the Dellaltians at the verge of drawing blood. Tempers had already flared and hostilities were this close to hitting their peak; it was very likely that mediating the conflict between the two parties would be the most difficult diplomacy effort for the Sith Lady to date. The fact it was a territorial dispute on top of that only made matters even more difficult, but fortunately she would not be on her own in this. The 7th Field Army, led by the newest general of the Empire Vestille Thumahra, had been deployed all across the Survior-Dellaltian border to prevent conflict from breaking out for the time being, even if it merely was a temporary solution. It bought the Empire time, which was a precious commodity in these kinds of situations.

By the time general Thumahra had already sent out his subordinates out into the field, having just stepped off her transport mere minutes ago, Darth Avacyn made her way into the command center clad in her armor with her lightsabers, acting as a symbol more than anything in that moment, hanging from her hips. Her mere presence was enough for one of the people within the structure to rush towards her and guide her towards where the general was doing his work, after which he rushed off to what he had been doing prior to Avacyn's entrance. A small bow of her head was sent Thumahra's way out of respect, recognizing the weight his rank and deeds held within the Empire they both were a part of.

"General Thumahra." The woman's voice was assertive yet respectful as she greeted the man she would be working with. "I hope I am not too late to give you my congratulations on your newly attained rank."

The subject was then quickly changed, however. After all, there was work to be done and wasting time was rarely a good thing. "Regardless, we have a ceasefire to establish. Have you been able to lay down communications with the parties?"

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

[member="Koda Fett"]

Vizsla could give two chits about some ancient buried crap deep under the ground.

But they got contracted to check it out.

So check it out they did.

The walk towards it was silent at first. Their visors transitioning towards low-light vision, giving them enough room to maneuver without walking into a rock-wall. But the silence grew oppressive at a certain point. Ronan could almost feel it. Itching at his nails. It didn't surprise him then that Koda opened his big mouth again. Inwardly he groaned, but outward he remained impassive.

"The Jetti got her uses." Vizsla responded while keeping his eyes on the cramped path again. "Don't worry, your place at my side remains filled by you."

That got a thick smirk out of him.

Right back at him.

 

[Koda Fett]

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Fett responded to Vizsla's remark with a side-eye, or a side-visor as it were. His helmeted head rotated ever-so-slightly in order to catch a glimpse of Ronan within his peripherals. Beneath his helmet was an expression of confusion, slight disgust; ultimately concealed and unseen. A synthesised scoff escaped his helmet's internal microphone, forcing his helmet to shake left and right. "Delusional, Vizsla." Fett was all too competitive, even for his own good. He couldn't even think of himself as a follower, but an independent vessel that cruised through the Galaxy at it's own pace. Always leaving a trail behind himself.

His visor had fallen down to the ground, following his feet in the process of traversing some uneasy terrain. Several holes within the ground, larger that had caved in together after some time had passed. An eyebrow of his had quirked beneath the helmet after seeing all these dots in the dirt beneath them, minuscule holes that didn't have a place there. It was worth noting, but their sensors hadn't identified anything yet. Maybe an over reliance on technology.

"You trust that Jedi?" Koda had asked after raising his head once more. His question was innocent, his tone wasn't. It was filled to the brim with suspicion, a lingering sense of anger that only forced another scowl to tug at his facial features the more he thought about a Jedi's existence. Had Ronan known Koda was a clone of the late Jango Fett, he might know why. It wasn't something Koda ever really brought up, but to some knowledgable enough it wasn't something they needed to be told.

[member="Ronan Vizsla"]

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

[member="Koda Fett"]

"I trust no one."

From anyone else it might have been a boast. Aggrandizement of a sublime scale, but this was Ronan and he had seen time and time again that trust was fatal. As was love, friendship and every other denominator that suggested attachment. Was it not that same attachment to [member="Tamara Wren"] that caused him to agree to the pact with Carnifex? Oh, it had worked out.

A profitable relationship had been established to boot.

But what something had gone wrong? "She murdered and killed once the chips were down." A shrug followed. "I am curious what else she will do." That was the truth of it and that was that.

For him anyway.

"You seem overly concerned for someone referred to as the Hound of the Dark Lord."

A smirk again.

 

[Koda Fett]

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"It's a reputation." Fett had replied, his hand briefly departed his Carbine in an effort to thrust a knife-hand down to accentuate his point. "If you didn't prance around with a Jedi, perhaps yours would be better." It was ultimately a waste of words. Ronan hadn't cared for reputations, even if they were what granted one employment. There was a truth behind your actions, but it was word of mouth that shaped this Galaxy. The Bounty Hunter had known this, and used it to his advantage more times than one.

Koda loathed those Jedi. It was his one true enemy in a sea of adversaries. They all try to take his place, to rip his title from a corpse they were forced to create for themselves. All too many had tried, and yet none had succeeded. He was as cautious, if not more than Ronan. "It wouldn't be the first time a Jedi feigned an action in order to gain trust."

[member="Ronan Vizsla"]

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

[member="Koda Fett"]

"My reputation is stained in blood and ash, one Jedi kept for curiosity won't erase the Illum Enclave Massacre."

Or the dozens of other situations where Ronan had shown a particular inclination towards brutality.

It would have been amusing if it did.

All those younglings slaughtered, because the Masters of the Enclave hadn't been willing to surrender. Instead they had fought. For every piece of the ground, until their remnants had managed to flee. That had worked out just fine for Vizsla. They had come for the crystals, not for proselytizing whelps. If there had been any doubt that the Jetti started young with their self-righteousness Illum would have wiped that away for Ronan.

A shrug followed.

"You worry too much about chit that doesn't matter. Reputation, destination, trust, death, life. It's meaningless." They followed the path and Ronan noticed that it begun to slope down now.

"We were born from the mud and we will return to it. That is the one constant."

 

[Blackblade Guard]

Spotlights shone over bloodstained sand, the corpses of men and women were strewn about like discarded dolls as whispers of smoke trailed up from craters of smoldering glass. Anything that moved, even barely a twitch, was riddled twice over with lancing blaster bolts until there was hardly anything recognizable left behind. This was the work of the Emperor's personal league of butchers, the harbingers of his wrath, and the executioners of his will.

The Blackblade Guard.

They had been dispatched to Dellalt to avenge the obstruction that their liege's other servants had been dealt many many rotations ago. With the information recovered from spies and captured Jedi like [member="Harper Kade"], the Emperor now had a tangible object to vent his frustration on. Villages along the penumbra of archipelagos and scattered islands were to be liquidated and their occupants either exterminated or corralled into prisoner barges destined for the markets of Zygerria.

Carnifex had flirtatiously sent a message to the ruling Queen of Zygerria, whom he had grown to know intimately over their shared interest in Imperium and the Dark Side, that he was going to send her many gifts for her continued loyalty to the Sith Empire.

The gift being the forlorn Humans of Dellalt who had, in actuality or not, sided with the Empire's enemies.

Now that a beachhead had been secured, the black-plated centurions of the Blackblade Guard emerged from this gunships and began to march on the village, destroying anyone who put up resistance while stunning anyone who ran or was too dumbstruck by terror to move.

Dozens of more villages would soon share their fate.

 

[Koda Fett]

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Perhaps they were all born from the dirt, made from nothing and sculpted by their actions as they tore across the Galaxy as the fantastical new. An undeniable entity that caused heads to turn- to roll. Even still the very statement had forced Koda's mind to return to his birth; his creation. He hadn't come from the dirt but a vat. He wasn't a product of two, but of one. An ever persistent scowl rest on his face, not strengthening, nor fading. It simply existed.

"It's reality, Vizsla." Fett retorted, "It doesn't care if you believe in it or not." He stated, beginning to traverse the slope downwards, almost shifting his feet to the side in an effort to edge himself down the slope without slipping. Ever cautious of deathly drops.

[member="Ronan Vizsla"]

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

[member="Koda Fett"]

"Reality is what you-" He stopped himself. "You are making me sound like a self-help HoloNet infomercial."

A shake of the head followed.

"Do as you please, Fett, just know that unlike everyone else I see through you. You are concerned, scratching at the seams. One day you will burst and that," The visor shifted just a bit to catch a glimpse of the man walking carefully down next to him. "...will be the end of the legendary Koda Fett. Greatest bounty hunter of the Galaxy." The tone was mocking, clearly.

If there was one person who wasn't impressed with him it was Vizsla.

"These holes are far too small and organized." Ronan commented suddenly. "See the pattern?"

What could make something like that? To such an extent and mass?

 

[Koda Fett]

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Fett found himself agitated at the sudden and abrupt change Ronan had brought to their verbal exchange. It was evident that Vizsla had aptly chosen such a time to speak of the holes in the flooring in an effort to infuriate Fett, or so he had believed. It wouldn't be a first, and it wouldn't be a last. Ronan Vizsla, now more than ever, was the one who stirred the pot.

"I know who I am." The Bounty Hunter had stated, "We all die; it's a question of when. My time will come, as will yours. I can prevent, prolong, and so I will." Fett had added on, directing his gaze towards the holes in the ground itself. "Your faith in the 'Manda' has been falsely placed." Koda simply didn't believe in the after life. You were dead, rotting in the ground, or joining the force- no matter his feelings on it. The Manda? A delusional warrior created a spirituality. Nothing good can come from it.

[member="Ronan Vizsla"]

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Vestille Thumahra​

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Survivor-Dellaltian Border, Dellat​

Objective II :: Establish a cease-fire zone.​

Assisted by: [member="Kaalia Pavanos"]​

The command center was abuzz with activity; to be expected. There was much work to be done.

As the Sith made her way inside the hive of activity, she would notice that not a single individual looked up from their post. This was no sign of disrespect, of course, more so a sign that the 7th was a unit thoroughly dedicated to getting the job do to maximum efficiency and as quickly as possible without distraction; no doubt General Thumahra's custom training doctrine coming into play and flowing through every action that the men under his command took. Some no doubt saw his unique methods as unorthodox, perhaps even 'unethical' if such a word ever existed in the Sith's vocabulary but most disputes were put to rest once those accusing Vestille of such things witnessed he and his men in operation. Dedicated, focused and undying loyal, a machine broken down and built up much like the personal experiences of their Commanding Officer. As the tactical readouts came in from across the border and the communications was alive with traffic, the General was spotted sat over a holographic map of the terrain; markers for each of the Battle Groups that contributed to the genetic makeup of the 7th Field Army were present alongside with the information of the attached support to each.

Things, so far, were going smoothly.

It was the woman's assertive voice that drew his attention away from the map, returning what was perceived as a typical Imperial bow as he raised his posture no more than a few moments after, not one to leave things dragging on; "My lord." the General began, giving a firm shake of his head; "You are not, my Lord. Your words are appreciated. If you'd join me, my Lord." and it was with that dispensing of pleasantries that he immediately turned to the operation at hand. Vestille turned to face the map once more, almost as if he expected the Sith to join him as he'd begin to point out the various designated hard-points; "Firebases are to be established along the border, approximately five kilometers apart, terrain permitting. We're preparing to bring down the fortifications and static emplacements within the hour. So far we've heard that messages of diplomacy have been sent to both sides; requesting a temporary ceasefire and the consideration of peace talks. If I'm right in thinking, my Lord, they'll be wanting to use neutral ground-- That would make here the best choice." the General stood upright, his situation report complete as he'd look towards the Sith, awaiting anything else she was to say or request.

He wasn't a diplomat by any means-- If anything, he somewhat wished that the Sith was here to relieve him of undertaking such a burden.

 

[Vereshin]

Location: An Island in Survivor Territory
Objective: BYOO
Allies: [member="Dysnomia"]

Resting an arm on the post of a jetty, Vereshin stood with his eyes closed and sang an incantation. In his hand, he shuffled two coins over each their, the discrete clang of their metal surface contrasted delicately with the lulling notes which rolled from his tongue. With his eyes closed, he recalled the simple spell used to imbue the two coins. The melody grew louder as his concentration heightened. Opening one eye, he slyly watched for any approaching presences who might intrude on his singing. To his horror, he caught the face of a fellow Sith walking along the jetty out of the corner of his eye.

Opening both eyes, Vereshin froze in his stance. The singing turned to a stutter and he stopped producing sound entirely. Blushing deeply, he locked his eyes on the Acolyte in a defensive gaze, almost as though he was threatening to hurt her if she had heard him. Of course, that was not the case. With a deep sigh, Vereshin felt his palm grow warm. He looked down to see the two coins glowing slightly with the effects of the spell. Rolling them back and forward in his palm, he swallowed an embarrassed gulp and parted his lips to speak, revealing a mouth of black teeth in the process.

"Hello, you must be Dysnomia." Holding his hands behind his back, Vereshin greeted Dysnomia as he placed one foot forward. The black and white, horizontal stripes on his socks stood out boldly against the murky ocean behind him. "I'm Vereshin, but you can call me Vi if you like." Maintaining his composure, he flattened the silk scarf against tucked neatly against his sternum and straightened his black coat. "These are for the ferry girl." He revealed as he pulled his hand from behind his back, opening his palm to show Dysnomia the two coins.

"I imbued them with a spell to stop her from attacking us." As the coins glowed in his palm, Vereshin noted the spell which he had used to protect both Dysnomia and himself from the curse. "Which she may well have done due to the curse." Raising an eyebrow, Vereshin spoke with a tone of caution. In the distance, a small boat emerged from the mist. A ghastly looking woman pushed the rudder in the direction of Vereshin and Dysnomia. Her white eyes, devoid of any irises stared them down from across the sea. Feeling the wind brush the back of his head, Vereshin turned around to see the woman row near the jetty.

"We need to find the source of the curse making the locals violent, then we need to break it." Before the ferry girl arrived, Vereshin took a moment to review the details of the mission with Dysnomia. "Any affected Force-sensitives must be recruited into the Sith Brotherhood." A pause held the air between the two. "Here she comes." A low hiss ran off Vereshin's sentence as the end of his mouth curled upwards with sinister anticipation. He slid a hand behind Dysnomia's back in a protective gesture and watched the ferry arrive.

As the ferry docked into the jetty, the ferry girl stood upright and brushed one of her matted dreadlocks over her shoulder. Tattoos of runes marked her arms above the ragged dress which swished around her bare feet. A filthy stays cinched her waist in a conical shape, pushing her breasts upwards in an unsubtle manner. With his mouth held firmly shut, Vereshin stared her in both of her eyes, which did not focus on either his face or Dysnomia.

"Give this to her." Vereshin said to Dysnomia as he handed her one of the coins. He lowered his foot down into the ferry and handed his own coin to the woman. So far, all the Sith knew was that the curse was secluded to the small island populated by the Survivor clan.

As soon as the coin touched the woman's palm, the hard expression on her face softened, there was even the trace of a slight smile. She ran her fingers over the coin to feel for the amount which it was worth and smiled, all the while staring into the sky. Once she was satisfied, she shoved the coin into her cleavage. As Vereshin sat down, he looked over to Dysnomia and cocked his head sideways, gesturing for her to hand over her own coin and join him in the ferry.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: 1
Location: Above the Mara-Class Abyssal Dreadnaught
Objective: 1 Vaults

Once again Mythos would succeed where hundreds before him failed, once again he would prove that what was myth and legend to others was tangible power to him. If Glee Anselm was anything to go by and Mythos considered it was, a powerful aquatic based military force was essential for every military in the galaxy even one not housing within it's territory aquatic worlds. Mythos made landing into the great oceans in the lead ship, a Star Destroyer like ship, unique in design from the oversight shipyard, that was not only specialized in aquatic warfare, it was designed specifically for abyssal depths. This day Mythos would brave a frontier he only ever faced one; The Deep of the seas.

Flanking the S.S. Mara were several of the Sith Imperial Maleval class carriers, Mythos opted out of having any of the wave skimmers attached to him and instead relying more on the Vornskr Legion, the Molok legion and the Imperial Corps. of Engineers. The reasoning for this was that the objective of their mission was not anywhere above what is classified as 'Abyssal Depths'

The Mara Class Abyssal Dreadnaught was sealed and pressurized entierly, none of it's systems were external and it's weapons and weapon reloading systems were entirely on it's outside as to prevent any leak or crack from exploding filtering to the inside. The sonar system and thermal sights were the best in the empire as well as using D-Tek for the smaller ships that would take the plunge with her as to never lose communication. The Mara was designed specifically to fight and win while engaging the enemy at the deepest part of the ocean. Mythos inside the ship, sitting in his personal quarters that were size of a regular command port, could see everything in the outside. The ship had no need for any external veiwports, all it's sight came from holotransmitters and video feeds placed on the outside of the ship.

"We have linked up with the Dellaltians, they are half way to the deep trenches by now but they are experiencing heavyer resistance from the planetary rival factions getting through the abyssal trenches. The Molok legion has granted the Lamparoid cavalry division for this mission and they have been outfitted with deep water fighting vehicles." Mythos said, clad in his full golden armor and in conference via holo transmission with the other commanders and lords of the empire that were to join on this very brave or suicidal mission. "I don't even know anyone old enough to remember the One Sith invasion of Glee Anselm so i will go ahead and guess experience in this type of combat is not plentiful" He stated in a determined yet condescending tone, raising his right hand as he finished. Upon the center of the conference was the strategical battle plan for this engagement, or at least the one that made most sense now.

"We will dive in three sectors, The Mara, our flagship, will take center element as Alpha and Rex squadrons take the forward element. Anything goes too deadly and we begin to take too many casualties and I suggest we pull back, underwater engagements like this propose a possibility for complete loss of life and I am not prepared to risk that at this time. We have also been informed from the local populace of a species of sentient lifeforms that have made a home in the deepest parts of this oceanic worlds and are unflinchingly territorial and hostile. Our objective is to reach vault sixty nine, one of the unregistered vaults at the bottom of the abyssal trench and establish a base there in which to transport whatever is inside there, if there is anything inside there at all, to the surface."​

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

[member="Koda Fett"]

A snort followed.

The Manda.

"If a thing like that exists I doubt I'd be welcome." It would be a fitting end to Ronan. Dying, dead, walking up to the gates of the Manda and spitting on it, before turning aside and finding his own path. Joining with some sort of over-soul collective of every Mandalorian that has existed didn't sound all that great to him. "I'd prefer not to be merged with the likes of the True Mandalorians for the rest of eternity." And if they had a place there, then those idiots of the Empire would also be.

He was relatively sure that being joined together with Mantis and Australis was a fate worse than death.

"If you are done convincing yourself while pretending you are trying to convince me, tell me what you see when you look at these holes."

Crouching down his armored fingers brushed the sand around the holes. A press down and it was exactly what he had suspected. There was solid rock beneath it. Somehow whatever it had been had dug their way through sand and then rock. Was there anything that could do something like that? Presumably. But something here on Dellalt? That was more suspect. A world within the Tion Cluster and the site of many battles throughout the decades...

Someone would have made note of it.

Ronan looked up again.

The darkness beneath the slopes were all-encompassing. He wasn't sure what to make of it.

 

[Koda Fett]

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CAVERNS​

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Fett was angry. It was a near constant state that he resided within. It had been this way for a long time now, with his brow near constantly furrowed as a scowl was bound to always tug at his lips; the scars on his face only furthering the bitterness to his look. Ronan could consider himself fortunate that Koda was often more entertained by him than he was irritated, lest he find himself getting shot at. More had suffered worse for less, mind you. It only ever plucked at a nerve when there was an element of truth behind Vizsla's teasing. All he had done for the longest time was convince himself- convince himself he was more than a Clone, that he could make dear old Jango proud as if it gave him some sense of validation.

It never seemed to end.

A low growl came from the helmet's internal microphone in the process of squatting down in order to take a cleaner glimpse at the holes within the ground. They hadn't made any sense, specifically for Delltalt's wildlife. Koda was meticulous, and so his planning for every job down to the smallest of details. His Visor shifted back and forth over the holes in the ground, his gloved finger too, before ultimately arriving back on his own two feet- scanning the area around the, "Nothing on the scanners."

[member="Ronan Vizsla"]

 

[Dysnomia]

Location: An Island in Survivor Territory
Objective: BYOO
Allies: [member="Vereshin"]

Like a teenager who’d worn out her welcome, Dysnomia had been sent to Dellat to study with the Sith Sorcerer, Vereshin, but she was pretty sure Darth Interitus didn’t care if she learned how to bake cookies. He would do anything to get her out of his hair. Either way, the adventure would be an uber-thrill for her as she’d never been off her home world of Commenor except for a couple of vacations where her dad mostly worked, and the Sith Acolyte was left to her own devices.

That seemed to happen an awful lot.

Dysnomia followed the sound of a man singing. She did not expect it to be the Sith Lord, but carrying her repulsorlift skates in one hand, the blonde teen realized this was her teacher. She grimaced at the sight of his piceous teeth, but said, “Your singing was kinda pretty. Why did you stop?” Aside from a bit of a creepy aura around him, and his wayward fashion sense, the man reminded her of most of her professors from school.

With the curiosity of the innocent - and someone who did not have access to a disposable income - the Acolyte’s eyes widened at the sight of the coins. She listened, canting her head and then asked, “Why do we want to subdue them? Won’t they be more use to the Sith if they are violent?” But the malleable girl did not flinch at Vereshin’s hand on her back or the ferry-woman’s banshee-like appearance. Watching the entire tableaux with large, curious eyes, Dysnomia rested her lift-skates onto the dock, stepped into the boat with a bit of a prance, like an excited pony and gave the coin to the strange lady.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Survivor-Dellaltian Border, Dellalt
Objective: [II] Establish cease-fire zone
Working with: [member="Vestille Thumahra"]

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At the invitation Avacyn shifted her attention to the holographic map in front of her and the general, watching as the groups men and women under his command, all represented by markers that showed their position. Although the work a general did in carefully commanding subordinates was beyond her reach, having experienced many large-scale battles of her own did not mean she somehow understood all military tactics or even have a grasp on the workings of a military in general, it was still of help to know what the situation at the border was and if any potential hostilities were effectively being prevented or repelled. The woman had quickly found that the exact nature of the conflict and the current state of affairs were the most pivotal pieces of information for a mediator to possess. With that knowledge priorities in the negotiations could be made, increasing the understanding and respect the parties had for the middleman.

It was for that reason that Avacyn carefully listened to general Thumahra's rundown of current events. She nodded thoughtfully at his words while her eyes remained focussed on the map, tracking the places that were being pointed out to her. Despite all that there would be little in the way of a response given to the way the military efforts had been given form; after all, that was neither her place nor why she had come down here. Those matters were for the general to handle, while the woman herself would be taking over the diplomatic and mediating efforts from this point forward. "I see you have got the military situation under control to keep the direct conflict from getting any worse, that is a great relief. I am certain that is a good incentive for both parties to agree to de-escalating the situations and using words rather than weapons to settle their differences."

The Sith Lady then shifted her attention away from the map and towards the general, giving him an affirmative nod. "Having the negotiations on neutral ground is the only way to get results of any kind. Otherwise it will be quickly assumed we favor one party over the other, which can end the talks before they have even begun." After seemingly looking around for something for a moment, she continued. "We will need a room within this facility where privacy is guaranteed. It's likely that sensitive information will have to be shared, and they will not do so unless they are certain they can do so." The slightest inconvenience in conflicts as tense as the one at hand had the potential to quickly let things spiral out of control. It was of the utmost importance to make sure such a thing did not happen.

"Just in case you had not been informed, I was sent so you could focus on the military efforts. As such, I request that future communications are handled by me personally."