Hostile Corporate Warfare. (Nova-Valhalla Federation/Open)

[RC 212]

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Location: Morellia​

Objectives: Seize control of the Morellia Commonwealth and It's factories.​

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Team 1- Assassinate the Key political leaders of Morellia​

Team 2-Storm the Royal palace, Kill the Royal family​

Team 3- Lockdown the Morellia Commonwealth offices and seize control.​

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[member="Cross Ikon"] [member="Meanken"] [member="Saki lin"] [member="Ice"] [member="Asteria Starcatcher"] [member="Arysa Sarsi"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="Dr. Firk"] @Keeley [member="Kadrak Jalaan"]
@Sy' Q. Lant

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Morellia. It was a planet just outside the reach of the Levantines. Rc had long eyed it for the resources and money it could bring to the fledgling Federation. As a large PMC they needed funds to operate and shipbuilders to build their vessels.​

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While RC was no businessman, he knew who was, and they would do his bidding....or die.​

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From the shadows the NVF had deployed their forces against the corporation on the ground. They weren’t taking the planet, but taking the company itself, which would require a shrewd mix of cloak and dagger.​

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A lone LAAT breaks through orbit, flames engulfing it as it plunged down towards the docks of Morellia. The rest of the NVF are behind it, but on board lays a team of Mercs. Their mission? To Assassinate government officials to create a distraction....​

RC looked out from the helm of the craft, his armor glowing in an eerie green. He was ladden down with grenades. Two silenced slugthrower pistols hung from his hips and his DC-17 had been replaced by a Railgun, perfect for causing mass chaos.

"How long till we reach the surface?"

His voice grated like gravel in the pilots ears.

"ETA two minutes to target."

RC nodded, hooking up a fast rope to the interior cable of the craft and turning to the squadron of Mercs in the gunship.

"Alright men, get ready to drop!"

 

[Meanken]

Chaff
Team 2

Chaff got up as the boss yelled to get ready to drop. Today promised to be a fun day. His mission was simple. Kill the royal family of the planet. Simple. He didn't have an exact plan, having not seen the area they were in, but he was good at improvising. He got up and walked over to the drop rope.

"Ready to go blow this place to hell."

[member=RC 212]

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

TEAM 1
Location: Morellia Senate Building

Cyrus had snuck into the senate building while the rest of the Valhallans made the drop from orbit. He left early to establish his traps. He'd become fond of his recent style of killing, Chlorine Bombs. Now reformed into cylindrical remote detonation devices. About two liters of the volatile mixture was contained in each bomb he'd planted in the ventilation system throughout the senate. The senate was in an emergency hearing when the Valhallan Navy descended upon the planet.

Cyrus was in the security room after dispatching the guards inside and locking down the room. He had control over holo-cams and the ventilation system itself. He closed off all cents leading away from the senate room, set the vents inside the senate chambers open and locked down the security doors to the senate room. He effectively secluded the entire political force of Morellia.

"[member="RC 212"], this is Falcor, I have the senate building locked down. Ready to relieve them of duty at your command."

 

[Puppet Kyrios]

Asteria patched through to @RC 212, "What are my targets, sir?" She hoped she would the job of assassination in this skirmish.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Meanken"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="Asteria Starcatcher"]

Team 2
Objective: Assault the royal Palace, Kill the Nobles.

RC rolled the doors open as they came upon the DZ. Fast rope lines dropped and the Valhalla commandos, a team of Elite mercs dropped down, boots hitting the ground outside the Royal palace.

The palace was immense, three stories of duratseel and marble, stained glass windows for the main hall and bell towers that rose high. The antiquated place was of no concern as it was not a viably defensive location. Royal guardsmen shocked to see the Commandos appear opened fire peppering the group with streaks of laser fire.

RC grabbed the rope and slid down. His feet hit the deck and he swung a massive Railgun into position at his shoulder letting a high velocity projectile streak into the enemy with a

CRACK

A pillar took the slug and it crumpled under kinetic force, marble and durasteel beams cascading down on the enemy position.

"RC to all teams you are go for objectives. Cyrus execute objective. Asteria, move in with two squads of commandos and begin surrounding the Corporate headquarters! Chaff with me."

Rc ducked behind a fountain as it was blasted by the enemy. flecks of dust and marble flew through the air. smoke began to rise as the battle lines drew across the courtyard. The Palace guards dressed in silver armor and red cloaks defended the steps, and rained fire from parapets above the main doors.

RC assessed the situation.

"Sniper teams, clear the roof!"

At once three black armoured Valhalla sharpshooter let out silence slugs from their rifles in quick succession. As the onslaught grew louder bodies of guardsmen began to drop from the roof landing on the steps.

"All units pop smoke and advance on the doors!"

 

[Meanken]

Chaff leaped out of the transport with the boss the moment the order was given. The moment his feet touched the ground, his gun was up and firing. There were far too many for him to use his usual method of "Get in their faces and cut them apart", so he resorted to the old standby of the gun. Taking cover behind some ugly looking statue of someone who looked like they needed a good curb stomp to the face, he started taking down men. Then the boss called for smoke. The troops that had came down with em took out smoke grenades and threw em in the direction of the targets. This blinded the dudes who had not come with gear to help em see through the smoke.

Too bad for them.

Chaff reached for his helmet and switched to thermal vision. All the target's lit up like nothing was in the way. Chaff casually got up out of the cover and moved just behind the boss, picking off dudes left and right as they approached the main door.

[member=RC 212]
[member="Asteria Starcatcher"]
[member="Cyrus Falcor"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles sat in the hold of a freighter that streamed through the atmosphere ignoring all calls from the system and planet air controllers aiming towards the Royal Palace. The young man reached up and tapped the side of his helmet muttering through the secure com links that the 36 other mando'ade shared with him. "All troops prepare for impact we are heading straight into the side of the palace I am in a hurry today I am late for lunch." He heard a few chuckles and laughs through the channel as he saw his clan preparing their weapons for combat. He wore his Beskar'gam with his silver lightsabers snapped onto his belt and the haft of his lightsaber pike resting against his shoulder. Triggering his com to the Valhalla channel Aedan calmly called over it. "Anyone at the palace may want to brace this is Corsair primary we are coming in hot in a freighter we were bored in space."

[member="RC 212 "][member="Meanken"]

 

[Nolan Detta]

Somewhere far off in the galaxy, Nolan sat in a chair, by a fire, drinking a pint of Circe Green Ale. He felt a disturbance in the force as though someone had stolen something from him, someone stole his move. He looked up to the stars outside his window and scowled. He was sure if he found out who stole his move, he'd punch them. ([member="Aedan Miles"])

 

[Puppet Kyrios]

"Have fun killing nobility, guys."

Asteria signaled the squads she picked, a mixture of Mercs and Techies, "Alright troops, let's get to our station. Squad 1, split up equally and take out the guards on the west and north sides of the building, signal Squad 2 via comm and wait for me to confirm. Squad 2 and I will split up take out the guards on the east and south of the building. Both squads wait for my signal then charge and kill anyone but your fellow Vallhalans, no mercy, no prisoners. Any Techies that can be spared, jam their communications so they can't cry for mommy." She waited until the chuckles had died down, "Any questions? Non? Good let's move out!"

Once the two dropships landed, Asteria activated her vibroblade and silently led her half of Squad 2 over to the south end. She was wearing a sealed helmet that let her communicate with her squadrons easily and silently. The leader of Squad 1 reported all good assigned guards were dead and his troops were ready to charge just as the other half of Squad 2 reported theirs are too. Asteria spur the throat of the last guy and gave the signal, a single Camoa word, "Bren(charge)."

Half an hour later Asteria patched through to @RC 212, We've breached the headquarters and jammed their communication system. What are next orders?" She seemed out of breath, like when someone runs to hard, but it was actually because she was the only one dumb enough to get shot at with no armor but a tunic, she had taken a grazing to the shoulder but other than that she was fine.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Meanken"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Aedan Miles"]
Team 2
Objective: Assault the royal Palace, Kill the Nobles.

RC glanced up as the skies screamed with noise to behold Aedan's freighter barrelling into the Royal Palace. There was not a moment lost as he screamed his own commands to the Operators across the channel.

"DUCK AND BRACE MEN!"

The ensuing explosion of flame dust and shrapnel consumed the entire area, blacking out all vision. Rc felt shards of glass pepper down into his armor and heard the clinks as each one shattered. there was no longer any tactics in this fight. With a massive smoking freighter sticking out of the palace roof and the guards in disarray as well as the NVF forces it was time to get up close and personal.

He sent a quick message to Asteria.

"Breach the facility and collect the leadership, we are drawing the Commonwealth forces here. When you have them force them to sign the contract ceding all control of the Morrelian Commonwealth to us. If they resist kill them."

Hefting a mighty Warhammer with his cybernetic arms he stood tall in the courtyard, glowing green and ghostly. The Warhammer was the size of RC almost.

"The time has come to cleanse any who would oppose us. Storm the palace, weapons free!"

RC charged the doors with a black tide of armoured mercs at his back. The first unfortunate guard in his path tried to flee, but a tremendous swing of the warhammer, coupled with RC's cybernetic strength crushed his ribcage and swept him off his feet. The force of the hit sent hi sailing across the courtyard.

then he swung at the doors in an overhead chop, putting the Hammer to the steel. they buckled and bent, flying free of their hinges and across the royal hall, smearing several more red cloaked guards against the wall. Pools of blood formed where the men had been crushed.

 

[Meanken]

There were many things Chaff was prepared for in this battle. Some dude ramming a ship directly into the palace was not one of them. They may as well not have wasted those smoke grenades, as now the entire grounds was covered in smoke and dust. Chaff was once again glad he had an air filter in the helmet. His thermal vision enabled him to pick off the last of the now completely disoriented troops as the boss bust down the door with some massive hammer.

Chaff and the troops ran inside, where they met complete chaos. Those who had not been squashed flat by the door at least had the good scene to try to reach for their guns. But this was no longer a massive battlefield. Now it was close range combat, and Chaff defaulted to what he did best. Two wrist blades came out as he jetted forward toward the nearest guy, who tried to fire on him, only to have the gun knocked away by a blade, followed up by a slice to the throat that ended him.

From behind, a guy tried to jump him with a staff while his back was turned. He made the rookie mistake of announcing himself with a battle yell as he swung, giving Chaff a moment to dodge and flip around. He went into a guard position. Chaff only grinned behind the helmet.

"Block this."

He lifted his arm and a stream of fire came from it. Screaming in pure terror, he fell to the ground, covered in flames. Chaff turned away from him and continued forward to the next of the rapidly dwindling force.
[member=RC 212]
[member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Torill Holgor]

Location: Morellian Senate Building, Senate Floor

Allies: People of Morellia

Enemy: [member="RC 212 "][member="Cyrus Falcor"]

Torill sat watching the proceedings of the Planetary senate on leave between sessions of the Republic Senate where he had been spending the majority of his time up until about a week ago. For now he watched as the members of the Senate spoke and debated the topic on the agenda. Which happened to of course be whether or not to provide assistance to the Republic war effort against the One Sith. Torill stood when addressed by the head of the Senate asking for his input.

"Speaker, fellow Moreliians." "As you all know I have been serving as Ambassador to the Republic for some time now." "You ask if or when they will require our help in the defense of the Republic against the Sith." "To you I say.......... the call has already been sent out." "I recieved it a while back." "What i have been doing is convening with the leadership of the Morellian Enforcers and various business contacts to get an idea of how feasible it is under our current strength and how much we could potentially provide without risking our safety against the wll known pirate and criminal attacks common in this region of space."


Torill pauses.

"The short answer is we do not currently have enough support to provide them without risking our own safety." "I have been looking into supply options but the list of companies and governments the Republic is willing to deal with is very small and restrictive."

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan felt the ship shudder as it hit the building and he stood walking to the boarding hatch as it opened and he glanced down to see a hole in the roof leading inside. Nodding to himself he started to jog forward stepping off the edge of the boarding ramp he used the force to slow his fall drawing his lightsabers as he descended. Above him the Mandalorians started to follow him down using various methods from repelling to jet packs. There was a thud as he hit the ground and crouched absorbing the impact before he ignited his lightsaber blades and started to stand the glow from the lightsabers illuminating his black armor with the silver skull on the face mask slashing to the right suddenly. Glancing up he spins his weapons and then shuts the one in his left hand down slamming his fist into the ground sending out a force push around him clearing a space as his men start to drop to the ground beside him most of them drawing various melee weapons and starting to wade forward into the enemy.

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Cyrus watched over the monitors as senator after senator spoke. He received the go from RC and his fingers went to work over the console, the doors to the senate locked, sealing the exits and trapping he senators inside.

Then he activated the chlorine bombs. Releasing gallons and gallons of the deadly yellow gas into the senate hall. The choking gas would work it's way into the lungs of each of the senators.

[member="Torill Holgor"]@Meanken@RC 212

 

[Torill Holgor]

Location: Morellian Senate Building, Senate Floor

Allies: People of Morellia

Enemy: [member="RC 212 "][member="Cyrus Falcor"]

As Torill finished speaking and turned to retake his seat he noticed a yellow gas begin to fill the room. Pulling out the blaster he always carried at his side Torill dropped into a slight crouch scanning the room looking for an unseen threat. As others notice the gas and began rushing to the exits Torill's jaw dropped at seeing panicked people slam against doors that refused to open. Firing a couple shots at the closest door Torill felt his own fear rise to an almost panic as nothing worked.

Torill looked around at his fellow Morellians, his borthers and sisters as the gas crept closer and closer. Pulling out his datapad Torill sent an emergency distress beacon out to the only person who came to mind the man who had taught him how to fly Captain [member="Gir Quee"] or anyone in the area in hopes word would get out to his friend about what had just happened.

<msg: Gir, Morellia under attack.......everyone dying...........good bye my friend. <msg>.

In his last thoughts Torill hoped the Republic Senators who had advicated moving all the Senators to their home world would get the message and realize their error in their thoughts.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Ember had not come to Morellia to prevent terrorism. He hadn't come here knowing that the Morellian Senate would get gassed. No, he'd been parked at the edge of the violence, listening to a comm scanner for bounty opportunities. In short, he was here on spec. The NVF seemed to have its share of lowlifes; there was a good chance-

"...ksssh... is Falcor, I have the senate building locked down. Ready to relieve them of..."

Ember sat bolt upright and replayed it. Replayed it twice. Then heard the channels go insane as the terrorist Cyrus Falcor, named and given an objective by three separate comm contacts, made the Morellian Senate go poof.

[member="Cyrus Falcor"] - the name meant nothing to him. But whoever he was, he'd just killed a metric fethton of people.

There would be an escape vehicle; Ember's shuttle rose and made for the senate building.

[member="Cyrus Falcor"]

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Moving from the security room, Cyrus made for the senate hangar. A few guards got in his way and he cut them down with his sword. He snatched a key card from one guard and rounded a corner to see the sign above "Hangar".

Once inside he made his way to the security platform where a military ship landed, unloading a squad of troopers. Tossing a smoke grenade in from of the all, he slipped into the haze, slicing a few here and shooting others there, by the time the smoke cleared he was inboard the ship and entering coordinates to rejoin the Valhallan front lines...

[member="Ember Rekali"] [member="RC 212 "][member="Meanken"] [member="Asteria Starcatcher"] [member="Cross Ikon"]

 

[Puppet Kyrios]

While the battles raged elsewhere, Asteria had anyone, in her assigned building, that was anyone rounded up and splitup between the two dropships and sent to the Vallhallan flagship, for there weren't many. The rest were kept in the middle of the building, guarded by Asteria and Squad 1. Squad 2 was guarding the building in case of an attack on the building. "We are all clear [member=" RC 212"]. Anyone who is anyone is on our dropships heading back to the flagship. My squads and I are in here with the rest. We're awaiting your next orders, sir."

[member="Cyrus Falcor"][member="Ember Rekali"][member="Aedan Miles"][member="Meanken"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Cyrus Falcor"]

Chaos - even though Ember's Force traits tended in non-Sense directions, he felt death, confusion and pain emanating from the oncoming hangar. Blasterfire flickered out of the hangar, around a ship that had just touched down but was still turning to leave. He kept his distance for the moment, priming weapons. Something felt very off and he didn't intend to overcommit before the right moment. He flew a low loop, unwilling to just hang in midair.

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Having accessed the shuttle's computer, Cyrus located the Valhallan frontlines and took the ship in low over the rooftops.

RC, friendly coming in, watch for the low flying shuttle.

Keying the autopilot, Cyrus walked down to the ramp and opened it. Leaning out on the side, wind rushing to get to his face behind the mask, a long strip of roof was coming up that looked like it lead right back to the line. He jumped as it neared and rolled to a sprint as the shuttle continued on its ghost path until it met a taller building. It slammed belly first into the top five floors, tilting it skyward and losing power. It hung from the building like a teeter-totter, either side gaining any amount of weight would send it crashing to the ground.

Cyrus slid to a stop at the edge of the building, overlooking a firefight between the Morellian military and the invading mercenary force at the palace gates. Pulling out his pistol, Cyrus plucked a few stragglers from the enemy lines, used a grappling hook on a nearby ventilation conduit and repelled down. Once on the ground, he drew his vibrosword, and followed the assault force inside the palace. A few unlucky to have survived RC's attacks met their end running from the palace as either a bolt or blade shot through their backs.


[member="RC 212"] [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Asteria Starcatcher"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Meanken"]