House of Wolves [Faction Founding: The Shrouded, open to anyone]

[Kainan Wolfe]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niQoEPGvtHk[/media]​

Location: In orbit of Ession
Attn: [member="Thane Drexel"] | [member="Miles Varden"]
Objective: Regroup

Ession... The capital of the Dominion... Ession was gripped by chaos. Down on the planet, civilians and military alike were hurrying towards the spaceports, seizing any ships they could get their hands on. From the planet, came a steady stream of ships, assembling into a ragtag refugee fleet. There was no order, for there was no one left to give instructions. Following a swift and brutal military operation by the Sith Empire, the Dominion's leadership had been captured.

Back in Ession, everyone scrambled to flee, gripped by terror at the knowledge that the Sith were likely coming. Battered ships transmitting Dominion IFF codes started to trickle into the system, the survivors of the siege of Krayiss II. Most of them were barely limping and trailing smoke behind them, giant mechanical beasts bleeding out into the stars, wounded but alive.

Amongst these ships, was the Final Verdict, a five hundred meter-long Admonitor-class light cruiser. An independent vessel, not belonging to the Dominion military, but one of the less damaged and more powerful vessels left in the system. On the bridge of that ship, the mercenaries crewing it shuddered at the sudden onslaught of panicked and confused comms chatter coming from the rest of the system.

"Mayday, mayday, mayday! This is the captain of the frigate Resolute! We have taken damage and are requesting assistance!"

"This is the civilian freighter Wild Hawk, calling all available frequencies! We have refugees onboard!"

"This is lieutenant Orren of the 47th Fighter Squadron, requesting orders! Who am I supposed to report to? Who's in charge here?"

Hundreds of calls such as these, permeated the space around the doomed world. Onboard the Verdict, the commander of the mercenaries stood thinking. He was an opportunist, a man who would use any means at his disposal to further his own goals and ideals. There was an opportunity to be had here, the dark haired, blue-eyed man thought. His eyes snapped to the comms officer who was staring at him, waiting for orders, like the rest of his men.

"Comms, open up a channel. All frequencies," said the commander. He would give them the orders they were waiting for. The orders that all were waiting for, not just the crew of the Verdict.

"Attention, all ships. I am the commanding officer of the independent cruiser Final Verdict. I fought at Krayiss II, where the Dominion collapsed under the Sith onslaught. I was there when the Dominion's chain of command broke and shattered. There are those who would see us tear eachother apart in a panic. There are those who would see us obliterated from the face of this galaxy and they are coming. But, though the Dominion has fallen, our lives are not yet forfeit. To those who would flee across the border, or surrender before the inevitable onslaught of the Sith, I wish good luck. But to those who wish to carry on the dream and ideals for which the Dominion stood for, I promise you this. Even if we are forced to flee today, we will rise again. We shall return," he said, pausing for effect. "I stand here, with you, like I stood with the Dominion at Krayiss II. I do so because I believe in the same things that you believe in and will do everything within my power to defend them. My name is Kainan Wolfe. I am assuming command."

The message was followed by a series of instructions. Civilian ships were to form up in a convoy and evacuate in an orderly fashion. Military ships were to take escort positions and soldiers on the ground were to aid with the evacuation of civilians and assets towards ships. Databases were to be copied and transmitted to the Verdict. Slowly but steadily, a fleet began to form in orbit above Ession.

 

[Razel Kolt]

Razel's ship sputtered as it had trouble leaving the Planet, but he eventually succeeded. He zipped off, preparing to leave, but then received a message on his comms. "Interesting... I never was one to run away." He loaded a power cell into his arm and felt his energy return - the equivalent of a refreshing soda. He swerved about and hung around near the side of the forming fleet. With his small, makeshift ship he couldn't assist much where he currently was but wanted to see that this wasn't a futile effort before he pitched in.

He watched as the fleet grew larger and sighed a robotic sigh, "Kriffing- why do I get myself into these things?" He adjusted his course and turned, going back to the planet. He was not technically a soldier but had enough of a map formed in his database to help direct civilians to people who could help out more - otherwise known as the soldiers who were doing their job of evacuating civvies. Scanning and darting around with cybernetic speed and enhanced reflexes, he assisted in evacuating those who were confused and lost in the chaos. He also, after taking a moment to sort out the technical details, began copying data from various panels and such to transmit to the Verdict - and possibly keep for knowledge's sake.

With his cybernetic body doing the work, he barely felt exhaustion but knew he was using up a lot of power to traverse around. While gathering data, he excused himself to absorb the energy in a few energy cells of the machinery he had already copied data from. "Not easy being me, 'specially when I go out of my way to be a nice guy like this..." Ships full of evacuating civilians took off and Razel continued rushing the stragglers to other ships - in some cases belonging to other civilians who happened to be able to hold two or three more people. He scanned around and would have grinned if he could physically do so. The number of civilians was getting scarcer. Still, there was more he could help. And so he did, bringing any people he could find to evacuating ships as fast as he could. He was too deep in to quit now...

[member="Kainan Wolfe"]

 

[Kiso]

A war to late to enter, which means not fun or pay, while most mercenaries would leave at such a though like a certain 6 armed masked lady, Kiso wouldn't. She knew her mentor would of helped these people evacuate from the oncoming Sith subjection, one that would be violent and bloody, running was these peoples only option, something she related with when force to flee her own home.

For the moment she was helping civilians enter craft that had headed self appointed commander [member="Kainan Wolfe"] and his message, though initially chaotic things were starting to look more organized for the people. Friends family and strangers banding together in an effort to get as many people off world, even if the Dominion failed as a nation its ideal remained intact.

"Just put it right here will ya lass and ill be of", Kiso's attention was brought back tot he present as an elderly merchant she was helping motioned for her to place down the item she was carrying. On her each shoulder were portable military grade shield generator, each weighing a significant amount but not much of a bother for her at the moment. "ally oup" with quick and smooth action she placed both of them down in the desired location, "hope you have a good trip old man", "I will thank you for the help, me and my family owe you one".

Kiso backed away from the ship as it took off, waving briefly before heading back to the staging area, only to have something streak past making her cape flap almost over her head. The objects speed was faster then the eye could see, though she was able to pick it up easily. Her bionic eye and occupancy eye-patch scanner had detected that the thing zipping past was a person, no another cyborg. As more information came up on her HUD it became apparent that his person had a great deal of implants, being more machine then man.

Looking in the distance the man made a drop off as well, carrying people to transports, with his delivery done and the majority of the people in the vicinity had already left for the migration fleet. She decided now would be a good time to approach the man, in a slightly comedic manner as well. "I would say watch were your going but I think you would have seen me if i was in your way, so I'll say watch what your vortexing, a mini tornado won't do these people any good". He was tall and very well armored on closer inception, it seemed this man was literary ripped apart and put back together, most likely due to an explosion, something they would have in common if it proved to be true.


[member="Razel Kolt"]

 

[Geari Aystin]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMtSKZ7Yw0M[/media]

Ession, a planet of industry, a capitalist's wonderland, the perfect target for the ragtag band of communist looters. Their fleet was dying, over thirty unidentifiable ships, all modified and cannibalized beyond belief. These hulks were barely making their way as it was, and they wouldn't make it much further. The fifty thousand citizens of the Free Republics of the Cosmos suffered in the harsh conditions that their nomadic life prescribed, but no more. Not if Aystin had anything to say about it. He had been recently elected by the people's council to reside as First Citizen of the Republics, and he had been been given his cut of work. A fleet that was so close to falling apart on him, the metal creaked when he moved, when anybody moved. Their only defenses were poorly crafted blaster weapons and two squadrons of X-wing fighters, both dangerously low on ammunition and fuel. Living conditions were terrible and the future looked bleak, until now.

Aystin had found his golden ticket to save his nation, the crumbling remains of the Dominion, specifically its hectic capital. The General-Admiral was doing something that had not happened before in his nation's history, a raid of a foreign planet. In their past they had always traded and searched for their end's meet, but no more. Not under Aystin's watch, he would bring them on a new path, a more honorable path. They were going to take what was rightfully theirs, stolen and hoarded by the capitalists of the galaxy. The people of the cosmos would no longer suffer, they would thrive, the Maker willing.

The fleet arrived in orbit not long after the routing vessels began to form into a fleet of their own. Trying to stay low on enemy radars, they quietly zipped towards the planet, refusing to acknowledge transmissions nor transmitting identification codes. While inside these lumbering vessels, the soldiers prepared for their first incursion against the industry rich Ession. Mothers and Fathers kissed their children goodbye and wished them the might of the people and the Maker's good graces, as their sons and daughters donned the colors and insignia of the FRC, acquiring their weapons. Some ships made a show of the newly assembled militias marching to the entry bays, through poor attempts at group marches as masses of ragged, filthy citizens waved them off. This was their new hope, their only hope.

[member="Kiso"]
[member="Razel Kolt"]
[member="Kainan Wolfe"]

 

[Elaine Thul]

Location: Ession
Objective: Get people out

Elaine Thul and her task force, had come to Ession with one thing in mind. There where many people who need to be evacuated, as sooner or later the Sith Empire will come a knocking. [member="Darth Carnifex"] was not known for his necessities to fallen enemies. A lot people here where worried, after all this was the Dominion capital. A lot people booking passage to other areas of the galaxy, she had been requested to help. As so many people fleeing, and so much chaos, and without their own armed forces, after two defeats against the resurgent sith and new sith empire destroyed most of it. She had enough troops to control the spaceport, outside of that she had very little control. Her troops where stationed in some old frigates, that form part of the wall of spaceport now.

She new some where heading to Free World Coalition they had to book passage with [member="Faith Organa"] government. Then somewhere booking passage to Commoner System Alliance, which [member="Lady Kay"] was sorting them out. Then some where fleeing to Silver Jedi Order, though they had deal with [member="Arisa Yune"]. All she was interested in they had boarding pass, for the correct ship. She was also taking some to the out back, [member="Bryce Bantam"] said he take who ever they can ferry. No doubt soon under this chaos looters, will soon become to planet. This was why she had artillery, to protect her space. So the ships could come and go.

She had been assessing the deteriorating situation, she can see it getting worse.

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

Location: In orbit of Ession
Attn: [member="Elaine Thul"] | [member="Miles Varden"] | [member="Geari Aystin"] | [member="Geari Aystin"] | [member="Kiso"] | [member="Razel Kolt"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="Arisa Yune"]
Objective: Evacuate

Wolfe watched the proceeding evacuation from his bridge with an impatient frown on his face. In his mind, various scenarios played themselves out and he did not like the conclusion of most of them. He did not know if a Sith Empire fleet was going to be dispatched to finish off the last remaining elements of the Dominion navy, or if one such fleet was already on its way. The fleet that was assembling certainly looked impressive, but it consisted mostly of corvettes, frigates and a few light cruisers. A naval battle was, right now, a scenario they could not afford and he almost panicked when the fleet which would later be identified to be under the command of an Admiral Aystin, had shown up. Realization that it was indeed not a fleet belonging to the Sith Empire or any of the other prominent nations in the area, as the ragtag collection of vessels most certainly did not belong to any of their potential enemies, had caused a collective sigh of relief. And since his forces were busy with the evacuation, Wolfe decided to leave the new arrivals to their own devices, at least momentarily

Several hours had already passed since the fleet began to form up and so far, nothing larger than the ships already present, had come here from Krayiss II, or anywhere else in the Dominion. In fact, during the last hour no new ships had arrived at all, aside from the small military force which positioned itself at the spaceport and was aiding the evacuation. Of course, there were several possible explanations. All other ships that were involved in the war, might have been captured or destroyed. Or they may have been gathering somewhere else. But the most frightening scenario was that a Sith fleet had ambushed them and was right now on its way towards Ession. The evacuation had to be sped up drastically, Wolfe realized. And after quickly browsing through several reports, he made a decision regarding their next destination.

"Comms, open up a channel again. All frequencies, same as last time. I want to be broadcasting to everyone on and around the planet," said the now self-proclaimed highest ranking official in the system.

"Attention all ships, civilians and military personnel. This is acting Archlord Wolfe," he began his broadcast. "As some of you may have noticed, within the past hour, no new ships have entered the system. This could mean a number of things, including that a Sith Empire fleet is on its way here. Given this possibility and the fact that we simply do not know what is going on out there, I have made the decision to speed up the evacuation. The fleet will be departing for Lorrd in four hours, to evacuate civilians and military personnel from there and to secure strategic assets. I repeat. As of this moment, you have four hours to get off the planet, form up with the rest of the fleet and prepare for hyperspace jump and anyone who is not ready by then, will be left behind. We can not afford the risk of remaining here any longer."

Wolfe then ordered the comms officer to open a direct channel to the ragtag flotilla that he had, until this point, ignored. "Unidentified fleet, this is acting Archlord Kainan Wolfe. I do not know what your objectives here are, but if you want to live, I suggest you get ready for departure in four hours. We have reasons to believe that a hostile fleet may be en route towards this system and we do not know when it will arrive. We intend to depart for Lorrd, where we will regroup, evacuate civilians and military personnel that is present and resupply. You are welcome to join us and if you need any assistance repairing your ships, I can see what personnel we can spare."

With that, began the mad rush to leave the system. It was a race against the clock and everyone had to push themselves into overdrive. It was four hours of barely-controlled chaos. Four hours which quickly ran out as the countdown inevitably reached zero.

Spoiler: OOC

Speeding things up a bit, because we have people waiting to post on Lorrd and some already present who also wish to wrap things up at Ession, as Lorrd is where all the interesting stuff gets to happen.

 

[Razel Kolt]

Razel looked to the woman who had addressed him "If I had the ability to make a mini tornado I'd be a little less anxious about the fleet incoming." He let off a small chuckle in his partly Human, partly robotic voice. After a moment, his scanner would detect that the woman had her own cybernetic enhancements. Razel nodded slightly, "Huh. We have something in common, don't we?" Suddenly, he'd look away. His in-built comms system would relay him the message sent out. Four hours. Four hours could pass quickly. The message would play loud enough for the woman to hear it, "Well, sounds like we've got ourselves a time limit. I'd recommend we both wrap up anything that needs doing and head off."

Razel loaded a new energy cell into one of his many ports to insert them. A few zips and zaps of electricity would hop around his body before settling in. He had scanned enough to form a holographic map of the area in his hand with relatively up to date locations of people who Razel had managed to detect. He looks to the woman, "I'll assume you weren't down here for the sake of danger. If you, like me, want to get these people to evac points then I'd recommend you take a gander at this map.It'd work far better than blindly wandering around."

After a moment, Razel would then give a small wave to the woman and dash off - "Alright, let's put some more power into my mobility systems." His cybernetic legs would speed up as they moved. Faster, faster, faster and - he leaped up and latched his fingers onto a part of a building before lobbing himself over to the other side to escort the person on the other side. With a time limit slapped on it was time to get moving. And so he would escort as many people as possible, taking every shortcut to reach them as quickly as possible.

Eventually, time began to run short. Razel stopped scanning, knowing he had to save his own metal hide now. He dashed back, back to where he had landed his ship. He was barely in when he took off, leaving the planet - having done all he could. With the little time he would have by then, he scanned through the data he had copied and sent, adding more research to his already quite bountiful database.

[member="Kiso"] [member="Kainan Wolfe"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Geari Aystin"]

 

[Kiso]

He did have a point, such an ability would be very useful in a ground invasion, its use against ship however was another thing, still it was good the guy could take a joke. Though not one to judge a book by its cover someone of this man appearance were usually stoic cold heart killing machines, she was glad such a trope was broken. "So you notice hu, but it appears i was much better off that you, no offense or anything".

Before the two could continue to discuses any thing her built in com-link came to life, the possibility of the Sith fleet coming in was trouble some, she doubted they would spare any of the ships in the migration fleet, they needed to act fast. To bad she was no were near as speedy as the other cyborg, but still being faster then most humans. She did some rough calculation on how much she could get done in the allotted time, while keeping an eye on the other man, seemed as though he relied on energy cell to keep active. She kind of felt sorry, as was able to slightly relate due to having to use smart blood in her own system to keep her cybernetics operational.

"Thank you I did not really have enough time to make my own", Kiso scanned the map, quickly making a copy of her own, and putting it up on her HUD, using her motion tracker to pin point people on the map. She looked up just in time to see her counterpart giving a quick wave before blasting off again, moving at incredible speed, "SHOW OFF!!!". She gave a pout and sigh before doing the same, gliding down the road stopping to directing people to the staging area, giving lifts to injured and elderly and carrying heavy equipment for people without the repulsa craft.

Time flew by quickly and her HUD indicating that the departure time was almost here, "looks my my work here is done". Giving a quick scan of the imitate area she was satisfied that the reaming people would be able to make it off safely, and made haste back to her ARC-170. She performed a quick per-flight check before linking up with the ship making it easier to flight. "Now were did Mr Mecha go" doing another scan of the surrounding area Kiso picked up an odd ship one with an occupant that matching her previous analysis, pulling up besides his craft she opened a comm channel to the other cyborg, "By the way, I never introduced myself, I'm Kiso, whats your name my metallic friend".

/ [member="Kainan Wolfe"] / [member="Razel Kolt"] /

 

[Elaine Thul]

Location: Chaos of Spaceport
Enemy: Time

She heard a message the sith fleet may becoming in four hours, after that they may shut the door on them. She was not only one to hear the message, those that had book passage started panicking. Her troops where now facing chaos, as people no longer formed orderly queues. As fear had gripped them, she could not blame them. She was safe as she had her own ships here to get her out, they where less so. She got up and address the mob, as she got up on a makeshift podium one of her housecarls, fired his weapon to get the crowds attention. His plasma cannon made a thunderous noise as it fired, some people ducked for cover as it did. She was dressed in dueling armour, it was coloured purple as always. She took a deep breath, and wished [member="Viktor Alexander"] was here, as he had more ships that could help in the evacuation. Time is short, and the more you push the harder it will be. Now all who due to go to free world coalition, go over their. She pointed to a spot outside the spaceport, then she continued All those due to travel to Commoner System Alliance over their, and those going to Silver Jedi over their, and those who booked travel to out back over there. She took a breath, and here came the threat if they did not cooperate with her. Now if you do not follow these instructions, you will have your boarding pass revoked, and I will put some else in your place. Now time is short, fail to go your designated positions, means this will take longer, and you will not be going! She got down, and the people started moving to their designated area. Some tried to push past her security forces, then one her troops fired at him, and stunned him. This was it, he was now stuck here, she had to sacrifice the odd one for order in the chaos. Her troops went out each, checked then called for boarding passes. Then got as many on each ship as possible, if it was not full, she put extra people on. The crowd was not cooperating, those that caused trouble, where getting expelled from the area. She had to do it, otherwise it would be riot, and more would suffer as a result. She had one other question, does she leave her artillery here, and let them use it to defend themselves in a vain hope, does she destroy it or take with her. She decide on one thing it was not coming with her, as she could take some with her instead at the end of this mission.

 

[Miles Varden]

Location: Orbit above Ession

Laying in the Medbay, Miles was being worked on by the medics droids. He'd suffered a few cracked ribs and a stab through the shoulder from the last attempt to defeat the Sith. He'd be useless for some time, but he'd not let it stop him from doing what he could for those who'd be following this ragtag band of survivors. The few survivors of his unit were all here in the medical bay as well, only half made it out alive.

<<Please lie still, this wound is going to reopen. I must sedate you before surgery. This will hurt a little.>>

Miles fell under as the anesthetic took hold over his mind and lulled him into unconsciousness. While the droid patched him up, he had dreams...nightmares, of those he'd lost to the Sith. They were far out gunned but they fought till the end and that was all any commander could ask for.

[member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Kiso"] [member="Razel Kolt"] [member="Kainan Wolfe"]

 

[Formorta]

Formorta sat in the med bay near Miles, being one of the few to survive the battle, having combated a Sith as well, though not receiving as many wounds the other soldiers. The battle was over, and as such there was no point in sticking around, though still needing medical attention and not having a place to go she had decided to stick around for the time being.

She had two broken arms as well as laceration all over from the force blast, "You are all set, though I would advise you to seek more medical help for the irregular limb growth your are experiencing". Formrota gave the medical droid a death stare, pushing it away before standing up, she was lucky to have those extra arm, even if they were bit uncomfortable to have, it was due to them she was able to survive the Sith attack.

Standing up and placing one of the many masks the mercenary carried Formrota left the med bay, giving one last glace at Miles before leaving, overhearing the message that they would be laving soon. Looks like she was in for a longer ride then she planned for.

/ [member="Miles Varden"] / [member="Razel Kolt"] / [member="Kainan Wolfe"] /

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ab3FEGosuOs[/media]​

Location: In orbit of Ession
Attn: [member="Elaine Thul"] | [member="Miles Varden"] | [member="Geari Aystin"] | [member="Geari Aystin"] | [member="Kiso"] | [member="Razel Kolt"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Xin Boa"] | [member="Miss Blonde"]
Objective: Evacuate

It didn't feel like four hours. The mad rush to get everything done felt more like four minutes. This was it, then. They evacuated those they could. Recovered what assets they could. There was nothing more they could do at Ession. There simply wasn't enough time to do anything more. Those who were unable to join the fleet and wanted to, could follow them to Lorrd, the waypoint which Wolfe had decided on.

With the condition the fleet was in, it would take them four days to reach their destination. Four long days, with no knowledge of what they would find when they got there. So, Wolfe sent two of his fighters ahead. The nimble craft could get there a day and a half ahead of the rest of the fleet. Once there, they would find a quiet place to land and gather intel. That, and implement the second phase of Wolfe's plan.

Wolfe picked the most loyal of his fighter pilots and gave them both a generous sum of money, to remind them of the reasons for which they followed him. He also gave them the compiled and edited footage that had been gathered on Krayiss II. Their mission was simple: Blend in with the local civilians and spread the word. In such times of panic and desperation, stories of heroes coming to rescue them would spread like wildfire.

Finally, the order was given. The last few stragglers who could form up in time joined the convoy and the fleet jumped to hyperspace. The following four days were tense and felt like an eternity, in heavy contrast to the last four hours of the Ession evacuation. All this time, Wolfe made plans. Discrete orders were given, materials were obtained from some of the refugees that Wolfe's own flagship had picked up and several items were built in secret.

Five hours before the fleet was due to arrive at Lorrd, Wolfe visited the medbay, to talk to the injured. Over his uniform, he wore a heavy leather cloak, with some kind of animal fur as shoulder padding. On his belt, he carried an intricate and ornate lightsaber. He strode into the medbay like a conquering hero, his posture that of a mythical ruler. He stopped to talk to each and every patient and had a speech memorized for each of them. Reaching the bed where Miles Varden was resting, Wolfe shook the man's hand.

"Miles Varden. For extraordinary valor in combat and conduct that goes above and beyond the call of duty, I hereby bestow upon you the Silver Heart. Along with this medal, I also promote you to the rank of lieutenant in the armed forces. May others follow the example you set for us all," he said. "Rest and recover, lieutenant. Once we reach Lorrd, I have a mission for you, if your health allows it," added the self-proclaimed head of state, handing the soldier a datapad containing the details of the operation which Wolfe planned. Miles was to take command of whatever forces he deemed necessary, secure the library on Lorrd, copy all the files and deliver all valuable materials to the flagship of the ragtag fleet, then set charges and destroy the building. If he accepted the mission, he was due to brief his field officers in three hours.

Next, the warlord walked to the bed where the strange, six-armed woman was. "I thank you for the services rendered to the Dominion and its people. I have an offer for you, if you are interested. Should you accept, you are to assist lieutenant Varden with his mission. You would be paid ten thousand credits, in addition to what you are already owed, which is being brought up to you as we speak." Once he finished his conversation, Wolfe headed to the bridge of the Final Verdict and sent a summons to the woman who had organized the evacuation at the Ession spaceport, to join him whenever she was able.

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Location: Lorrd
Objective: Secure strategic assets, evacuate civilians and personnel

Lorrd was regarded by many as the greatest center of learning in Dominion space. The fame of the planet's library ran far and wide. However, none of that really mattered, as the usually quiet planet was gripped by fear and panic. The government was gone and so was most of the military. The majority of the Senate was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, everyone was in a rush to get out, for fear of the Sith Empire arriving to inflict horror and abuse on the people of this world.

Because of this, several of the remaining Senators, led by one Marek Jamus, had secretly petitioned the Silver Jedi Order for protection. The deal they proposed was that in exchange for the contents of the library, a list of people would be offered safe passage off world and sanctuary within the Silver Jedi territory. Right now, they were waiting for the arrival of whoever the Silver Jedi would decide to send as an envoy.

They were unaware that the last remainders of the Dominion fleet had just entered the system, under the command of a self-proclaimed warlord who was intent on taking the contents of the library for themselves. And everyone was worried that criminals and looters could beat them all to their objective.

 

[Razel Kolt]

Razel hears a familiar voice. It was that of Kiso, the woman who he had spoken to earlier. He wondered for a moment how she found him, then thought about how many possibilities and methods there were. He promptly responded to her, "My Name? Razel Kolt. Nice to meet you, albeit in some awkward conditions. I think I'll stick with this fleet - better than going around randomly." Razel stopped talking for a moment, readjusting himself to join the fleet.

Seemed like Lorrd would be a while away. Razel adjusted his systems to conserve power - after all he wouldn't need to be too active to pilot his ship. He spoke into his comm channel with [member="Kiso"] - "So, if it isn't a touchy subject... what's the story behind your cybernetics? By what you said earlier, I can assume you got them after an injury, right? I did. Got blown up to hell, but a good friend of mine spent - quite literally - years setting me up with this body. And now... this is me." ​Razel reminisces for a moment, thinking of the past. He shakes his head and gets back to the present.

Four days pass slowly when you have to remember to load a new energy cell in when you run low on power. Albeit, Razel didn't have to do so very often. Using the small amount of power he was now, he only had to load in a new cell once - mostly because of the power used previously for mobility. He also took the time to scan a few ships in the fleet - then some more - then a lot more and eventually almost all of them. For someone as interested in Machinery as Razel, examining the way ships are made is interesting and a good way to pass the time. Time flies when you're having fun... sadly, this was still anything but that...

[member="Kainan Wolfe"] [member="Formorta"] [member="Miles Varden"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Geari Aystin"]

 

[Kiso]

"Razel hu interesting name" she was not very versed with many people and such a name seemed odd to her, she would need to get sued to such a thing if she was to be a solo mercenary. "You know what that does not sound like a bad idea", a mitigation feel, just like a very large mercenary group, a place to call home without being bogged down by planets, and was a very potential source for a lot of work, considering the fact most of the Dominion military was in ruins.

"yes you are correct to some extent, it was an explosion, from an enemy strike craft that tried to take out the unit I was in via a suicide crash, I was caught in the explosion, broken bones blood veins, missing parts of my leg, hand and my right eye, I was lucky enough to use some bacta spray to close up the wound but I was stuck out on the battle field for a week, was found my teacher and recused" She flexes her hand knowing that a majority of it was metal.

"Beside the eye hands and parts of my leg, most of my cybernetics are internal, though I seem to be much better off that you were, no offense". she hooked her arms universal link to the ship, entering the coordinate for Lorrd, "I guess I'll see you there". All the ships entered hyperspace space, the familiar white lines watching over her fighter, "Whelp its time for a tune up". with plenty of time to spare she ran several diagnostics of her system as we as refreshing up the smart blood flowing through her body, something she really needed to not forget about.

4 Days later the fleet broke hyper space over Lorrd another one of the Dominions major planets, and one that would have a decent amount of assets for the fleet to acquire, she just hoped the Sith did not show up anytime soon. Though the fleet was big only a handful were actually military vessels, and an engagement of any sort was out of the question until the set up a proper base.

[member="Razel Kolt"] / [member="Kainan Wolfe"] / [member="Miles Varden"] / [member="Elaine Thul"] /

 

[Elaine Thul]

Location: Time to get out of dodge
Enemy: Time

The four hours where up, it was time for her to go home to Elysian she had decided. She had artillery protecting the spaceport, she was not going to take it with her. She figured chance are, it would fall into Sith Empire hands, so she was destroy it. Though the first thing was to withdraw, she gave order Get half our troops, on the frigate. Then withdraw the next quarter of them, and then rest. Though I have one last thing to do. She then went back to her makeshift podium, I am about withdraw, my time is up here. Though before we leave, we do have room to take some people with us. Now I don't care about boarding passes, all I care about if you are a family with young children, and are willing to work. Some people where complaining, old and disabled saying they should be priority, but home could carry people. So it was young families only, soon there was enough stepped forward. Some of the rich tried bribing their way on to her ship, but she shook her head, as she was more interested in human capital. As the last of families boarded her frigate, she gave the order. All forces withdraw, and destroy artillery as you go. The first to go where her artillery units, then her pioneers. Then housecarls, and infantry where last to leave, as they did people flocked on to tarmac, pleading to be taken with her. The pleas went unheard, she did not have the resources or the space on her ship. They where on their own, and they had to face their fate. No doubt others would find away of world, but she had done all she can. Her ship began to leave atmosphere, and she sat in her quarters. She began to meditate on the events of day, as soon her ship was heading home.

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[Miles Varden]

Now adorned with a medal of Valor, Miles was up walking around as the vagrant fleet made its convergence upon Lorrd. His arm still in a sling, bandages still at the source of cuts. He was in fatigues and his Cater coat, but all he could carry was his Power 5 Lazy Eye pistol. The Lorrd system was where they'd gather some supplies for their new homes in space.

He'd made his way to the bridge to meet with their newest leader, [member="Kainan Wolfe"]. Miles knew little about him, but it would seem his heart was in the right place.

As he entered the bridge, he moved to Wolfe's side and awaited orders.

[member="Kiso"] [member="Razel Kolt"] [member="Formorta"]

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Location: Lorrd
Attn: | [member="Miles Varden"] | [member="Geari Aystin"] | [member="Kiso"] | [member="Razel Kolt"] | [member="Formorta"]
Objective: Secure strategic assets

At the library, the remaining senators waited impatiently as time passed, for an envoy which never came. They fidgeted and argued amongst themselves, debating to whom they should surrender. Within the city, panic had taken hold. Panic and rumors.

A man hurried into the hallway where the senators were assembled. He had a frightened look on his face and his hurried footsteps on the marvel tiles, interrupted the senators' debate. Their leader, a corpulent, balding man in his late fifties who went by the name of Orren Jamus, turned to face this messenger with disgust in his eyes. "What is it this time, you idiot. I told you people that we are not to be disturbed. Can't you see that we have important business to discuss?" asked the senator.

The messenger waited for a moment to catch his breath. "Forgive me, sir, but this is important. The Archlord is here, with the fleet."

"The Archlord?" asked the senator with an incredulous look on his face. "Archlord Malvern was captured on Eol Sha."

"Not Malvern, sir. Archlord Wolfe," explained the messenger, prompting a short round of confused mumbling from the assembled senators. "And who, by Palpatine's rotten bones, is Wolfe?"

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Aboard the fleet, the self-appointed 'acting Archlord' Wolfe delivered his orders. Troops were to be deployed throughout the city, in order to secure key objectives. The starport was to be taken first, any looters were to be chased off and an orderly evacuation of civilians, military assets and personnel was to begin immediately. That task would be delegated to the mercenaries onboard the fleet and would be commanded by [member="Kiso"] and [member="Razel Kolt"].

The newly appointed lieutenant [member="Miles Varden"] was to carry out the assignment given to him earlier by Wolfe: to secure the library and evacuate its contents back to the fleet. A landing area had been designated in the courtyard of the library, where shuttles would form a queue and land one at a time, to be loaded with whatever was being seized from the library, then take off, under heavy escort by fighters. Due to his injuries, the lieutenant was specifically instructed to avoid any combat himself and focus on directing the troops under his command. As for which troops these would be, was left to him to decide, with the mention that this was a high-priority mission.

Up in orbit, every available ship was to set up a perimeter and any ships departing from the planet, were to be searched, in case they attempted to smuggle out 'strategic assets'. If found, such 'assets' were to be confiscated. What these assets were, was left up to the decision of the individual captains who's crews would conduct these searches. Ships which joined Wolfe's fleet, were to be exempt from this.

Down on the planet, the situation had indeed become complicated. A number of criminal gangs had taken over the starport, extorting those who wished to leave and seizing anything they pleased. A collection of Duros, Gamorreans and other unsavory types, guarded the landing pads and at the entrance, the gangs had a repulsorlift tank that they had somehow acquired. Taking the starport would not be easy.

At the library, the situation was even worse. The senators had ordered a full lockdown, the troops which remained loyal to them forming a security perimeter, with orders to shoot down anyone who approached. Unlike the ragtag thugs which had occupied the starport, these were professional soldiers. Breaching their defenses would be a challenging task.

 

[Razel Kolt]

Razel swung his ship in. Speeding to some landing point, he would leave his ship and scanned his nearby area. He was to be with Kiso in commanding some things, and he was happy to oblige. He spoke into his comms, "Alright people. Here's the plan. We need some ships ready to pick up civilians just out of range of the Starport. A group can accompany me and [member="Kiso"] to push the looters and the lot outta the Starport and get the civilians to the evac ships. The rest of you aught to spread out and scout the surroundings.Objections? If so, toss them at me."

If nobody disagreed, the soldiers and mercs would get to work, Razel and Kiso's group moving towards the Starport. Razel would not grab his sword, hoping to disarm the situation non-lethally. Still, if it escalated, the blade was on his back and ready to be used. Blasters were set to stun for the soldiers too. Razel's hope was that the sight of an official-looking force might scare the looters off. Only time would tell though.

"No, I don't have that many credits!" someone in the Starport who wanted to leave tried to avoid paying the set fee,
"Then you stay 'ere. Unless any of you wanna pay double?" The Gammorean pointed at the small crowd of others. They shook their head and the Gammorean sighed, "Looks like that's a no! Get back there! We don't care if ya' gotta rummage em outta the floorboards, we're gettin' our credits!" The large being threw the poor man into the crowd, sending some of them tumbling down. The next person ran up to be extorted... the cycle wouldn't stop on it's own.

[member="Kainan Wolfe"]
[member="Miles Varden"]
[member="Elaine Thul"]
[member="Kiso"]
[member="Geari Aystin"]

 

[Kiso]

Kiso followed close behind [member="Razel Kolt"] as they made their way to the space port, accompanied by a few former dominion soldiers, the rest having split of to do other task order by [member="Kainan Wolfe"]. Though it had only been a week, with no military presence or proper government in place, the streets had devolved into a lawless place, similar to the lower part of Na Shadda and other back water worlds.

Kiso kept her hand on her vibro saber hilt, ready to strike down anyone stupid enough to try and stop them, though it seemed most thugs were dissuaded by the presence of the large cyborg among the group. Soon the reached the main space port, which had quickly been taken over by a gang, extorting people out of money for passage off world, "Disgusting, they care more about money than the incoming Sith threat".

She moved ahead of the group and up the stairs, catching another poor sod who got pushed away after trying to barging with the gang about paying them back with something afterwards. Coming to the front of the time she was rudely greeted by the Gammorean guard, "wathca want girl, if you want off world it will cost yaaaaaaa", Kiso grabbed the thugs arm and contorted it to almost breaking point, using the CQC her mentor taught her. "I have a better deal, you leave and let these people past, or a break your legs".

[member="Miles Varden"] / [member="Elaine Thul"]

 

[Kyle Raymus]

Ever since the arrival of the ragtag fleet to Lorrd, chaos ensued in the streets. Looters roamed the space ports, demanding payment for take off and landing, criminals threatening the people. The new arrivals were of the fallen dominion. They could complicate things here on Lorrd, what with the Sith being their enemies. Kyle walked the chaotic streets to the spaceport. He wanted answers. What the hell happened on Ession? Why would the survivors come here of all places? And how could he help them depart from this planet as soon as possible. He wanted them gone. Otherwise war would follow them here, and destruction would come soon after. He saw death once, and that was enough for Kyle. He turned a corner and saw a cyborg grab one of the looters and twist his arm and declare "let these people past, or i break your legs". He calmly walked up to the woman and quickly unholstered his blaster, placing it to the womans head, setting it to stun. "I need this scum alive. He owes me quite a sum, so i would prefer if you dont kill him. I do not want to see any bloodshed." He stated calmly and lowered his gun.