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

[Marcus Faust]

@[member="Dar'jetii"]

Torgoria Capital City

Cannibals, Marcus thought he'd had enough of those to last a lifetime. He had been wrong. Crimson saber ablaze Marcus brought his saber through one of the cannibalistic locals, bisecting it, turning on his heel, and decaptitating another. The bodies fell around the knight, piling up as he continued to cut apart what resistance there was.

When he'd began there had been ten cannibals, at this point there were four. As a male charged Marcus he rammed his blade through its torso. Before he could enjoy the site of the life seeping from his eyes, a woman charged at him, howling in a rabid fashion. Irritated he reached out and grasped her neck and snapped it with the force. With a sigh he pulled out his saber and turned, slashing open one of the remaining two's stomach.

The last cannibal shrank back, trying to flee the butcher of its comrades. It got about twenty feet before Marcus hurled it into a wall with enough force to successfully break every bone in its body. He loved this job.

 

[Darth Vazela]

Darth Vazela turned away from the transparisteel screen five minutes after Malus departed the observational deck. He headed to the throne sat center to the deck and lowered his hand to it's arm rest. He typed in a code and the hidden compartment activated. His Lightsaber came up with the cylinder device that lifted it up. When he took it out of it's holder, he pressed the button for the cylinder to retract and fall. The plinth lowered itself back into the bowels of the dark throne and it's cover slid in. No groves, nothing to indicate that a compartment was there. The arm rest was sleek and black once more.



Clipping his Lightsaber to his utility belt, the Sith Lord Lowered the cowl off his head and headed towards the stairs. He descended onto the walkway and crossed over it. As he walked by, he saw Malus had just managed to struggle into the command seat. He felt no sympathy for the mans condition. When he arrived at the lift, he activated the doors and they retracted inside. He stepped inside and the doors closed. Then the lift began it's descent.



Seven minutes later, the doors opened and Vazela stepped over it's threshold into the Obscurity's hangar bay. Stormtroopers were already gathering in their regiments, droids and crew men and women were busy preparing the Star Destroyer's complements. He ignored the various Sigma-class transports and other vessels for the Sith Infiltrator in the center. He lifted a hand to the key pad and typed in the code. '56798' was accepted by the shuttles internal computer and the hydraulics for the ramp activated. Vazela stepped backwards for the ramp to touch down on the floor, then he climbed up and went inside.



Making his way into the cockpit, he lowered himself into the pilots seat. He strapped himself in and when he felt secure, he performed a preflight check. He used the ships internal instruments to locate any explosives or sign of sabotage. He found none. He mediated on the Force for a minute, using it to felt anything of disturbance. It told him nothing was wrong with the ship. Satisfied, he sent a message to Malus via his chrono and waited. Two minutes, the blast doors for the Obscurity were retracted. A blue hue indicating it's internal shield came to life, keeping the ships atmosphere intact.



Vazela lifted the shuttle into the air, primed it's controls and took off. He flew past the shield and into space. When he was in it's dark expanse, he flew the shuttle around and towards the planet surface.

 

[Onrai]

Positioning the overhead vessels in geosynchronous orbit, communications were successfully established. Probes were released by the Ranators in order to provide secondary and tertiary communication outposts.

"We're all set. You can communicate to anyone anywhere on this planet now that we're set up."

With a smile, Pandeima continued her work on coordinating the effort.

@[member="Saelia Santori"]

 

[Methuzal]

"ETA fifteen minutes, ladies and gentlemen of the Imperial Military!" TB-19 roared as he marched across the hangar bay, scurrying pilots, deckhands, and aid personnel running about in controlled chaos as they made final preparations for their launch. "All aboard who's going ashore! Take your protein pills and put your helmets on!"

Perhaps this wasn't exactly what he lived for. TB-19 lived for moments like on Bastion, where he punched an Imperial Knight in the face until it died. But barking orders at scurrying organics was always fun. Especially when they took heed of those orders. Soon he'd be off this ship and he'd get to bark orders at Togorians as well. Oh, the joys of Imperial service. He wish he'd been manufactured for them earlier.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Togoria - Harbinger-Class Star Destroyer, Apotheosis

Suddenly a massive shape lunged from hyperspace back into the normality of realspace, moving slothfully to position itself in orbit above the ravaged world. Sleek and streamline, the ship gave off an ominous teal glow in the darkness of space as the engines burned hot red to move the massive ship bristling with well over three-hundred weapon emplacements into position. A holographic transmission was sent to the Cynosure, more specifically to its commanding officer, the T-Series tactical droid known as TB-18. When answered the hologram would reveal a series of thrones arranged in a horizontal line with the largest throne being situated in the middle, raised above the others. Currently that throne was the only one containing a person, and that person so happened to be Kaine Zambrano. He was holding a goblet of wine in his right hand, clutching the arm of the throne with his left and his eyes stared out directly at the massive hologram of TB-18 that materialized in the center of the room.

"Ah, Commander 18. Long time no see, eh? Seems like it's been ages since our two ships have been in the same organized fleet." He said sullenly as he took a gulp of wine from his ornate goblet before continuing, "And Togoria, what a pleasant location. I haven't been here in ages, before all this chaos and madness occurred I assure you, but it surprises me that we would do a relief effort on a world so close to Republic space. Oh well, I am here to aid you Commander, I will be landing on the planet's surface in due time. Tell the others to prepare for my arrival." With that the transmission was cut, and the Apotheosis angled itself again towards Togoria.

@[member="TB-18"]

 

[Saelia Santori]

"Well done, Logistics Command," said Saelia with satisfaction as her signal bounced back successfully. "Thank you kindly. I see we have our working class arriving by way of the spaceport." Out the viewport, Saelia watched a bulk transport arrive. She knew they were the backbone of the Imperial effort here -- the doctors, soldiers, engineers and administrators that would get this colony up and running so that it would provide a safe place to live and work, and a safe place from which to send other scouting parties and colonies into the Togorian wilds.

"Logistics Command, can you give me a status report on those prefab turrets? I don't see them on the manifest."

 

[Hawke]

Onboard The Paladin - Supply and Propaganda
@[member="TB-19"] @[member="Gregor Gideon"]
Gideon? Gregor Gidion? She knew he was assigned a command to this mission but he was going to be on her ship!? Hawke nearly lost composure for a moment. She kinda had a thing for the man. She reopened comms again with the Cynosure. "This is The Paladin. We copy that message sir. We'll await his arrival. Over and out". Certainly brightened her day. She'd need to prepare though. "Mr. Freedolf. We've an important guest coming abroad. Make the necessary preparations". Her command was met with an aye sir aye. 'Gregor Gideon. Finally I am to meet you'.

 

[Tales of the Rule of Two]

@[member="Pandeima"] @[member="TB-19"]

Another bleep and vibration of his chrono distracted Malus from the helm. He lifted his wrist gingerly and activated it. A message from Lord Vazela came to life. "Retract the blast doors. I am ready for flight." Understanding his masters request, Malus turned to the communications officer and said, "Order flight control to activate our internal shields and retract the blast doors."
"Yes sir," replied the communications officer.
Malus turned his gaze from the man to the approaching executive officer. Kerval saluted the Commander and he returned it. Then Malus clasped his hands into a finger pyramid, resting his elbows on his seats arm rests whilst he listened to Kerval's report. "Our Teral and Dominus class fighters are ready for take off. Sigma vessels report ready for deployment. Our gunships are on stand by."
"You have my permission for launch." Malus turned his gaze away from Kerval to the communication officer again. "Relay to the Cynosure that deployment has begun."
"Yes sir."
Malus turned away from the officer back to Kerval and said, "You have the bridge."
"The bridge, sir?"
"Yes, I will be taking command of our forces on the ground."
Malus did not miss Kerval's skepticism when his executive officer replied, "...Yes sir."

Lifting himself up from his command seat, Malus took up his cane and eyed Kerval for fifteen seconds. The look was enough to remind the younger officer who was boss. When he turned away, he struggled back up along the ladder on the plinth and made his way, slowly, to the hangar bay to join his troops.

 

[Onrai]

"We've had a bit of an issue with some of the build-pads the turrets are supposed to be mounted on, but they're on their way in the next cargo container. I'll give you the coordinates for the location of the container, and the men on the ground can get to work putting the turrets on them once they've been properly distributed."

Another cargo container entered the system, being hauled to the surface by another Tryton. This one carried turrets and turret bases for use in defense. Anti-personnel and anti-air turrets were the primary concerns, with several anti-vehicle turrets included as well.

"They're all yours."

@[member="Saelia Santori"]

 

[Darth Vazela]

@[member="Pandeima"]

The Sith Infiltrator that Darth Vazela flew was a Sith Infiltrator. The first of it's kind was called the Scimitar and was put in the service of the Sith Assassin, Darth Maul. Although that particular vessel had ended up in the hands of the Jedi Order, it seemed that the Jedi Order had lost it's records of this piece of technology. During his mission on Coruscant, Malus had reported that the Bantha, the shuttle the Sith Lord was currently flying had bypassed Republic customs. The Commander had included that he thought the Republic customs he had dealt with believed the Bantha to be a strange ship, but after they had commenced their checks over it, had found nothing wrong and had let him through. Vazela personally thought that it was curious that the Republic hadn't recognized the ship. He had made note of it in his preparations for his attack on galactic center and had moved on.

The shuttle nose dived and began to break through Togoria's atmosphere. The ship had calculated the angle that Vazela would need to fly the ship past and towards Caross. When the Bantha left it's stratosphere, he turned the ship left and began to make his way on wards. As he flew, he brought up the ships communications system and send a hail to a Sith Knight he knew as Circe. It had been a month since the two had met on Almania. Given the situation, Vazela would keep his questions brief. But he still wanted answers. He wanted to know how the development for the technology he had demanded was going on.

"Circe, it is Darth Vazela. I am relaying the coordinates of where I am. Respond if you can make it towards me. If not, transmit where you are and I will make my way to you."

Arriving above Caross, Vazela settled his ship on a skyscraper overlooking the area. He activated the stygium generators on board and Bantha disappeared to the naked eye. Still inside, he unstrapped himself from his seat, rose up and went out to the back. He hit the button to lower the ramp. As it lowered, he lifted his cowl over his head to hide it and his face. Then he made his way down the ramp and out into the open.

 

[Saelia Santori]

Saelia felt like a little girl on Sithmas morning. "Oh, goody goody," she murmured. "I'll oversee this personally. If I go out of communications range, just keep to the map I gave you," she ordered before taking the stairs down to the ground floor of the administration center, then leaving the building entirely. She once again mounted her speeder bike and zipped across the clearing towards the spaceport, where men were already loading the parts onto trucks.

"Looks like we'll be able to set up quite a defensive perimeter," Saelia commented to the foreman. "Excellent. I'll be accompanying your crew with my speeder bike to oversee this task myself. Nothing can go wrong with this defensive line."

"Very good, Administrator," the foreman said. "Give us a few more minutes to get everything loaded."

 

[Onrai]

"Ah, Vazela... My old friend. Nice to hear from you again. I'm currently located at the primary spaceport, coordinating orbital operations in order for us to adequately assist the planet. Meet me there."

And indeed she was. The Gorgon and the Ranators now under her command were busy cooperating with communication overhead.

"Is there anything else you require, Miss Santori?"

@[member="Saelia Santori"] @[member="Vilox Pazela"]

 

[Tales of the Rule of Two]

@[member="Pandeima"] @[member="TB-19"]

The life opened and Malus limped out of it, cane in tow. He crossed over the area and towards a flight of stairs. With difficulty, he made his way up and into the office. The officers inside turned in their seats, saw who it was and rose to their feet instantly, saluting. "At ease," Malus said, coming to a stop near the door, leaning on his cane. "Report?"

A woman nodded her head and began to speak. Malus read on the placards of her uniform that she was a Captain in the Empire's military. Not a naval officer. The Commander concluded that she must have been helping to coordinate the Stormtroopers below to their respective Sigma-class transports. He listened to what she had to say. "Sir, all regiments report in that they're ready for deployment. Sigma's are good and ready to go."
"How many?"
"Four, sir."
Malus turned his gaze from her and read the other uniforms. He selected the naval Lieutenant and asked, "Fighter status?"
"Ready for deployment. All Taral and Dominus fighters are good to go," he responded.
"Good." Malus turned his gaze back to the female Captain and said, "Captain, have a regiment held back for our Pandorums. They're to be on stand by."
"Very good, sir."
The Commander nodded and asked out loud, "Is the Bantha ready for flight?"
"The shuttle was taken by Lord Vazela fifteen minutes ago, sir."
"I see."

Malus had been hopeful that Vazela had taken another form of transport. But it had been false hope. Despite himself, Malus was fond of the Bantha, if not for his capabilities but for it's comfort. It was better than a Sigma-class transport or Pandorum-class gunship. Nodding to himself, he accepted that he would have to rough it out on one of the transports. "As you were," he said before leaving the office.

Turning back around, he climbed down the steps and made his way to a Sigma-class transport. He told it's pilot that he would be joining him in the cockpit and dismissed his copilot, electing himself as the pilot and the pilot as his new copilot. Lowering himself into the pilots seat, he strapped himself. He performed a preflight check, then checked in with flight control to say that he was ready for take off. They gave him the go ahead and he took off.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Shorn clapped @[member="Garoth Do'Urden"] on the back before resuming his seat, smiling winsomely as ever.

"Yes," Tycho said slowly, green eyes glancing toward the fortifications, "help.... we will see how long it lasts. Somehow I -"

A dozen Togorians wearing nothing but loin clothes and bone necklaces jumped out of the forest and began running toward the construction group in leaps and bounds, covering an amazing amount of distance. Their roars split the air with a primal ferocity.

"Well now," Tycho smiled as he rose, dragging his sword from its scabbard. "They stole the words from my mouth."

The Stormtroopers opened fire, but the Togorians were already upon them; claws doing terrible damage in spite of plastoid armor. People started dying.

 

[Tales of the Rule of Two]

@[member="Pandeima"] @[member="TB-19"]

Togoria, Sigma-class transport. En route to Caross.

Malus flew the ship about and headed down into the atmosphere. His transport was flanked by two Taral-class starfighters. He knew that other Taral's and their Dominus-class counterparts would be flanking the other Sigma-class transports making their way to Caross. Some of the transports would be used to carry the two regiments of Stormtroopers, Malus's included. Each regiment had hundred souls, making a total of two hundred making their way to the Togorian capital city. Others carried military equipment, such as munitions and part of the consumables on the Obscurity, to assist the relief effort. Two regiments would be enough. When Malus arrived, he would make a decision as to whether more Stormtroopers would need to be deployed. He has a number of S90 MAATs avaliable for deployment and a thousand men left. The other thousand, eight hundred would remain on board the Obscurity. Security was important.

Listening in on the transmissions circling between the Empire's forces, he gathered that the relief effort was being coordinate from a spaceport nearby. He transmitted to the Sigma's carrying the supplies to head there, whilst he and his men made their way to a Prefabricated Garrison deployed by the Gorgon.

 

[Darth Vazela]

@[member="Pandeima"] @[member="Saelia Santori"]

Togoria, Caross. Skyscraper.

Darth Vazela surveyed the city below him, at the edge of the skyscrapers roof. His yellow, predatory eyes followed the Imperial relief effort. Quietly, he thought that the Togorian's below him should be put down. He felt no sympathy for them. But the Empire's relief efforts for them would be beneficial, he presumed. Why else would the Emperor waste his time otherwise?

He lifted his chrono when it bleeped and vibrated. He listened to Circe, "Ah, Vazela... My old friend. Nice to hear from you again. I'm currently located at the primary spaceport, coordinating orbital operations in order for us to adequately assist the planet. Meet me there." When she finished speaking, Vazela turned the wrist back onto stand by and surveyed the city once more. He saw that a spaceport in the horizon was a hive of activity and he took a calculated guess that it was the spaceport she spoke of. He also realized that it's distance was too much to walk on foot and too dangerous, giving the Togorians that ran amok in the city.

Turning from back from the edge, he walked up the ramp into the Bantha and subsequently disappeared. Inside, he pressed the button to retract the ramp back inside, then made his way back to the cockpit, strapped himself back in and prepared to fly again. In his seat, he sent another message to Circe.

"En route. Five minutes."

When the chrono told him the message was sent, he lifted the Bantha into the air and flew towards the spaceport. He wouldn't be seen flying. Perhaps heard by those paying close enough attention. It's stygium generators were working perfectly and he was cloaked from view. Just like he wanted it to be.

 

[Onrai]

"Excellent."

And with that, Circe waited for five minutes. She had something she wished to discuss with the Sith Lords and the Emperor. They had no Imperial museum, not even one for the military, and Circe wanted to start one, add to its collection.

There was a lot to think about.

@[member="Vilox Pazela"]

 

[Onrai]

Phone glitched. Ignore.

 

[Gregor Gideon]

Gregor listened to @[member="TB-18"], was it? These droids were nearly identical to the Sith Knight. Whichever tactical droid it was, Gregor listened.

"I will attend to it at once." He spoke simply, before turning away to carry out the will of the Empire. But first, he had to walk through more corridors, back generally from whence he came. This time his destination was the hangar and docking bay facilities some ways away.

 

[Darth Vazela]

@[member="Pandeima"]

Darth Vazela came to halt in mid air. He observed as several Sigma-class transports began to make their way into the spaceport. He read on one of their hulls that they had come from the Obscurity. Still cloaked, he bypassed the Imperial customs who were coordinating the traffic and flew close to one of the Sigmas. When he was inside, he searched the area as he floated by and saw a glimpse of green. Recognizing Circe, he turned the stygium generators on board the Bantha off and the Sith Infiltrator materialized into view.

He settled the shuttle in a free spot and unstrapped himself from the pilots seat when it touched down. He shut down the impulse engines and lifted himself up to his feet. He headed out to the back and activated the hydraulics for the shuttles ramp, which began to lower to the ground. Light flooded into the darkened canopy. The hooded Sith Lord stood at the threshold, to be met by Imperial rifles. Stormtroopers flooded around the area, pointing their weapons at the Sith. Anger flashed over the Sith. He wondered why they were pointing their weapons at him. Then he realized that he had flew in cloaked and then reappeared without letting them know he had arrived. They thought he was a threat. They were half right, at least.

Taking out his Lightsaber from his utility belt, he ignited his weapon at the height of the ramp. He waited for either the Stormtroopers to begin firing or for someone to step in and stop the mini massacre that would transpire, if they did not.