Humanitarian Aid Whether You Like It Or Not [Sith Empire Dominion of Togoria]

[Darth Metus]

Togoria - Capital City

"Many thanks."

This was the simple response which came forth from the Mandalorian's mouth. From that point, the transmission ended between Apprentice and superior, and then Dar'jetii signaled the pilot to start up the dropship's engines. The vessel then roared to life, lifted off from the hanger floor, and vettisoned out into the darkness of space. The voyage down to the surface was a swift one, and only after a few moment's time the dropship came to a halt upon the planet's surface.

"Time to get started." He said, muttering to himself as he disembarked.

 

[Methuzal]

Normally, TB-19 wasn't supposed to be here. His shtick was usually dominions of a warmongering sort. However, there was a new found sense of urgency that had prompted his activation and subsequent activity on board the Cynosure. There was no time for delays, no time for dilly-dallying. If Togoria was to become part of the Empire as the Emperor had ordered, things needed to happen quickly. There was no room for error.

"Get these supplies loaded, maggots! Togorians are starving, here!" He barked with his usual charisma, ordering Imperial deckhands to expedite their placement of cargo crates and containers on board shuttles. Perhaps TB-19 had higher than normal bloodlust, but such things could be overlooked when they were not needed.

 

[Darth Vazela]

Togoria, Obscurity. Setting up Imperial Prefabricated Base.

Darth Vazela stood upon the observational deck of the Attrition-class Star Destroyer. Hands folded into his dark robes, he continued his observation of the planet below him. Togoria, a world filled with death. Even at this distance, the Sith Lord could feel the power of the dark side that filled the planet after it was ravaged and subsequently destroyed. In his continue preparation for the attack on Coruscant, Vazela would continue to lend his hand, helping the Empire in these occupations. Whilst on the surface that he appeared to be fulfilling his role as a Sith Lord, conqueror for the Empire and spreading it's influence and power across the galaxy, in secret, he was observing and watching the individuals that made up the Sith Order go about their work.

He knew that he would need capable warriors for the attack he planned. In the annexation of worlds such as Togoria, warriors could come to fulfill their role. Lifting his hand out of his sleeve, he activated the chrono on his wrist and transmitted a message to his second hand man. He would be in charge of the setting up shop on Togoria, whilst on the other hand, Vazela would just go about his business, in the shadows, observing.

 

[Darth Osano]

@[member="Tae Reek"] | @[member="Gregor Gideon"]

"As I was saying, we suspect there will be several degrees of unrest when we arrive. The presence of a Sith will go a long way to dissuade Togorians from becoming rowdy, Apprentice Reek." TB-18 continued, gesturing to the human male who had once been a Togruta but now was not, for whatever reason. Such things were often best left un-thought about. Lest he overload his central processor or something to that sort. "As for you, Knight Gideon, I think you of all Sith can appreciate how far a propaganda spreading mission will go. We are a long way from earning the trust or servility of the Togorians, but information leaflets always help."

Time was slipping away. TB-18 decided perhaps he should stay on board the Cynosure to continue coordination. TB-19 had reactivated, after all, and even with the droid's tendency to act like a sociopath, it was better to have him down there than up here. His blood-lust could be overridden with the proper orders and objectives. Such as distributing aid to starving, sick Togorian children.

 

[Darth Metus]

Togoria Capital City

Upon getting his bearings, the beskar-clad warrior was greeted by the aight of many Togorian civilians, huddled together in that which was left of their capital. The cannibals were quite the foe to overcome, and an initial estimation of the losses staggered the Mandalorian. As such, he reached for his utility belt and produced a blaster pistol and his lightsaber; igniting the latter and striding forth towards the forward most entrance. It was his duty to prevent the cannibals from getting to the Togorians, and that was what Dar'jetii was going to do.

 

[Saelia Santori]

Saelia's fingers clasped behind her back. There was a nagging, niggling feeling in the back of her mind, a Force warning whispering in her ear. She licked her bottom lip lightly and glanced to the side. She would be on her guard, but she had real concerns to address now. "Excellent. I've marked the locations on the map. We'll want to array the civilian zones in the center of the area to give them as much defensive cover as we can," she told Pandeima over the comlink. "Appreciate the assist."

Saelia hopped onto her speeder bike and zipped across the grassy plains, heading towards the command center, where her crew of construction droids and crewmen building the administration center. "Things are looking up, Command," she responded. "The administration center is nearing completion -- these self-raising structures are really something -- and we're ready to have the power grid connected."

 

[Tales of the Rule of Two]

Togoria, Obscurity. Setting up Imperial Prefabricated Base.

Malus Bligh observed the bridge officers go about their work as the Obscurity came into low orbit of the planet. He was quiet. His people were doing their job and they were doing it fine. The majority had been selected from the Exitium, a former post that he had commanded on board. Others were the finest prospects from the various naval Academies in the Empire. He had learned that, if you just let them get on their job and if they were doing it properly, then there was no need to interrupt it. Flow was good for work, it meant that efficiency was up and the faster something got done, so could another task and so on.

A bleeping sound, mixed with a vibration on his wrist, distracted him. Lowering his eyes down to the chrono on his wrist, he activated the device and picked up the message relayed by Lord Vazela. "Come to the observational deck." Turning the device back to stand by, Malus rose to his feet. "You have the bridge, XO," he said as he made his way to the ladder on the side of the plinth that held the walkway up above him.
"Yes sir," replied his executive officer.

 

[Methuzal]

Crash!

TB-19 spun around to face whoever had just dropped one of the crates. A nervous looking ensign was scrambling to recollect the spilled supplies and continued to do so until TB-19's shadow covered him. The frightened young man looked up at the glaring, dull yellow photoreceptors of his synthetic superior. He was frozen in fear for a good few seconds before TB-19 smacked him over the head.

"Pick it up faster, dullard! Someone get over here and help this sad sack of water!"

 

[Arage Bao]

Garoth had to surpress a smile at Tycho's words, the man had a way around them that few others had. The evidence was in the fact that he actually had to stop grinning like a mad man. Few could make him laugh that way.

Stepping up to Tycho Garoth raised his hands to embrace his old friend. "Honest word, Tycho, are you bullying defenseless Storm troopers again? Be glad that they are not trying to defend us, remember Metalorn? Their shots hit everything except the targets they aimed for."

Then he sat beside the man and regarded the repair crew. "Besides, I am already happy we are not here to murder and rape everything in our way. It is refreshing to actually try and help someone for a change. At least we will have something to rule apart from ashes"

@[member="Tycho Shorn"]

 

[Darth Vazela]

Vazela turned his gaze around from the transparisteel screen in front of him to the old man that emerged into the observational deck. The sound of the tapping of his metal cane and his harsh breaths from movement were distracting, but the Sith Lord had decided to tolerate him. He was a good officer. One of the best, if the reports were accurate; and he had done a good job so far in commanding the Obscurity. Thoughts had come to him when he had thought about Malus Bligh that he might enter the old man into his midi-chlorian manipulation, to reverse the effects of his old age. He would wait for the commander to earn it first.

"Welcome, Commander," said Vazela. He gestured to the space beside him as he turned. "Join me."

 

[Darth Metus]

Togoria Capital City​

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The Intel that the Mandalorian had been provided stated that there were cannibalistic members of the native populations both inside and outside the city. However, his initial looking over the state of the City pointed out that he should do a sweep from front to back. He would primarily prevent any additional cannibals from entering; by weeding out those hiding before the forwardmost entrance, then barricading the way in. In order to succeed in this plan, Dar'jetii first needed to wipe out the current cannibal horde waiting outside the Capital's entrance.

So with blaster and saber drawn, he advanced, took aim, and fired; laying to rest the first of the enemy. They were wild to say the least. Wild and beastly. They did not have the combat experience of finesse of the Mandalorian and were easy targets to square off against.

 

[Tales of the Rule of Two]

Malus slowly clamped his hands around the ladders railing and began to climb. It took a minute longer than it should of. He silently cursed profanities as he made his way onto the walkway. He hated being old and not have the vitality he had twenty years ago. He cursed the cadets he had tried to help become as good as pilot as he was and the accident they had caused. Picking up his metal cane as he climbed onto the walkway, he turned left rather than right and crossed over it into the observational deck.

He was out of breath by the time he had made it to the observational deck. He leaned on his cane heavily and waited quietly for Vazela to address him. When the Sith Lord turned to face him, he almost shuddered again. "Those eyes again," he thought when Vazela locked his yellow, predatory eyes on his own. "Welcome, Commander," the dark hooded man had said, "Join me."
"Thank you, my Lord," Malus replied. His breath returned in time, he lifted his hand to wipe the beads of sweat on his brow and limped his way to the left hand side of the Sith Lord. When he arrived by his place, he lowered his grey eyes to the world below him, listening.

 

[Methuzal]

@[member="Malus Bligh"]

The last of the crates were placed carefully into the waiting shuttles. It took a few more minutes to make sure everything was secure. Once everything checked out, TB-19 received the green light to begin their descent to the world. However, as a tactical droid, TB-19 was not one to send hundreds of non-combat personnel into an unsecured area. Thankfully, Commander Bligh would be charged with the task of securing the city for the aid personnel to enter. With his Stormtroopers standing guard, the Togorians would be less likely to assault the aid personnel without warrant.

Well, either that or they would be incited. Whatever.

TB-18 approached a communications panel, radioing the Commander. "Commander Bligh, this is Commander TB-19. Please alert the Cynosure when your forces are dispatched and the city is secure."

 

[Hawke]

Onboard The Paladin - Supply and Propaganda
@[member="TB-18"]
The last of the cargo ships departed from her ships hangers. The newly arrived supplies were hastily delivered from one of the supply ships to hers and her crew were scrambling to organize the supplies for decent. They'd do it in time though. Hawke tapped her nails on the edge of her command chair. Awaiting time to burn down for her operation to formally begin. It was a simple mission. Simply fly up in the air in relative safety and drop the supplies and leaflets. The only thing that worried her was that the complement of star fighters aboard The Paladin had been cut to a squadron for the needed floor space. The rest were moved to another ship, away from her direct command. Hawke lifted her wrist to look at her chrono watch. 3, 2, 1. Times up.
Hawke pushed down a button on her command console to open communications to the command vessel. "Cynosure this is The Paladin. TB-18; requesting permission for decent to Togoria".

 

[Darth Vazela]

Vazela listened intently to Malus as he watched Togoria silently, leaving only the sound of his own, steady breathing. "Thank you, my Lord," the old man had said in response to his gesture. When the Commander arrived beside the Sith Lord, Vazela allowed a moment of silence to befall them.

Eyes watching Togoria, he thought about what part Malus would play in the effort. When he made up his mind, he began to speak, "You would get in touch with the Sith in charge of our garrisons. Find out what is happening, how we are approaching this dominion. When you have found out, you will report to me." Turning his gaze away from the dark expanse ahead of him, he said, "I will be making my way to the planets surface. You will know how to get in touch with me."

"Dismissed."

 

[Darth Osano]

@[member="Hawke Katamirth"]

"Negative, Captain." TB-18 turned away from Gregor and Tae to address the transmission that had just come through, "please await for Knight Gideon to join you. He should be departing shortly."

TB-18's head turned and he stared at Gregor when he mentioned him to be departing shortly. Hopefully the helpful Knight would understand. As for Tae, that fellow had better link up with TB-19 fairly soon as well, lest he get left behind.

 

[Onrai]

And with that, the cargo containers that had been modified for this situation were being deployed. Maneuvered to their locations, the freighters landed their cargo, releasing their grasps before exiting the system. Men on the ground immediately got to work with connecting the food storage and kitchens to the power generators, along with the housing and prefab bases. Initialization of the hypermatter reactors caused almost immediate production of power.

"Operations are officially active. Let's get with the assisting refugees."

 

[Nick Dragovalor]

Togoria Capital City

As @[member="Dar'jetii"] was firing on the cannibals, one of them suddenly lashed out at the Mandalorian from behind, intent on snacking on him before he could fire on anymore of it's brethren.

Before it could even touch the Sith Apprentice though, the Togorian Cannibal was suddenly cleaved nearly in half and kicked aside by a man wearing a cloak, using a double-bladed lightsaber.

The red blade hummed as the man stood behind Dar, who likely would have heard the commotion by now after the lightsaber had cut through his oppressor.

"You need eyes in the back of your head, my friend" the Sith Knight finally spoke. Nicholas DragonsFlame had finally arrived, and by the looks of it, just in time.

 

[Saelia Santori]

"Nicely done, Logistics," Saelia said curtly as she watched the ships deliver their payload. By this time, the Administration complex was completed, and she took the time to oversee the installation of the computer and defensive equipment. "Logistics, we'll need a satellite link with system communications. Geosyncronous orbit at..." She studied her datapad for a moment, then read off the coordinates. "Give us a test signal and we'll respond."

She leaned over the communications console and entered in the security codes for the secure satellites.

 

[Tales of the Rule of Two]

@[member="TB-19"]
Malus listened to the steady breathing of Lord Vazela. He wondered when the Sith would begin to speak and why he spent long moments such as this before he would begin. Perhaps it was to incite fear? If that was the case, Vazela was successful. Malus was frightened beyond belief. When Vazela began to speak, he listened intently. "You would get in touch with the Sith in charge of our garrisons. Find out what is happening, how we are approaching this dominion. When you have found out, you will report to me." As Vazela turned his gaze to him, Malus lifted his own. He tried to hide his fear with a stern gaze, squinting his grey eyes as well. Even if he felt fear, he would not show it. He was better than that. "I will be making my way to the planets surface. You will know how to get in touch with me."
"Of course, my Lord," replied Malus.
"Dismissed."

Malus lowered his head and turned away from the transparisteel screen. He limped towards the stairs that descended onto the walkway and back to the bridge. When he arrived at the plinth, he slowly lowered himself down to the bridges floor and two minutes, was back on solid ground. He limped his way to his command seat and lowered himself into it. As he did, his executive officer, Lieutenant Kerval, approached. "Sir, we have received a transmission from our allies."
"Play it through," said Malus
"Yes sir." Kerval turned to the communications officer and signaled for him to replay the message. The officer nodded and turned to his station to play. Malus turned his gaze to the nearby speakers to listen. "Commander Bligh, this is Commander TB-19. Please alert the Cynosure when your forces are dispatched and the city is secure."
Turning his gaze away from the speakers, he said to Kerval. "Hail the Cynosure."
"Yes sir." Kerval turned away to get the transmission up. When he did, he nodded to Malus. The Commander gathered himself momentarily before he began to speak. "Cynosure, this Commander Malus Bligh of the Obscurity. We will be preparing our complements to head to Caross to assist in securing it. We established arrival at the LZ in forty five minutes. Obscurity out." Malus signaled for the transmission to end. Then he turned his attention to Kerval. "XO, preparing our of our complements for flight. Have all our troops on stand by for deployment."
"Very good sir," said Kerval, saluting. He turned away to the plinth, Malus turned his gaze to the transparisteel screen ahead of the helm.