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

[Tales of the Rule of Two]

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

Malus touched the Sigma-class transport down onto the landing bay on the Prefabricated Garrison. He unstrapped himself from his seat, leaned over for his metal cane and used it to get up to his feet. He opened the door from the cockpit into the back. He stood at the threshold, watching the Stormtroopers amassed. The majority had their helmets off. But other than that, he couldn't see anything else wrong. He made sure to check anyway. It was never wrong to be too careful.

"Kit check, soldiers."

Quietly, the troopers complied and began to check their blaster rifles, ammunition and other equipment. A series of "Check" rang through the small, enclosed space. Malus turned his gaze to the female Captain he had met on the Obscurity. She nodded her head to confirm that she was satisfied her regiment were ready. Malus turned back to them and said, "Buckets on. Be ready to move out."

As the Stormtroopers pulled on their helmets, Malus walked among them to the ramp at the end of the Sigma. When he turned around, the female Captain began to shout, "On your feet. Fall in." When the regiment fell in line with each other, she nodded her head again to the Commander. Malus pushed on the button to lower the transports ramp. As soon as it touched down, the Captain yelled, "Move, move!"

Feet rang a chorus in the Sigma, as the Stormtroopers ran out into the landing bay. They took up areas to secure the bay. Malus was joined by the Captain as he limped his way down. On the ramp, he averted his gaze from her to the other landing bay for the base. The other Sigma and it's regiment had just began deployment themselves. Satisfied, Malus nodded and told the Captain, "Move out."
"You heard the Commander, move out. Secure the base," yelled the Captain again. She saluted Malus, who returned the gestured and rushed off to join her men. As she ran off, Malus limped his way across the bridge between the landing bay and innards of the base to meet with the commanding officer. Again, he would use his influence as a Sith Commander under the direct command of a Sith Lord to his advantage, meet with the bases commanding officer and tell them he was in charge now. When the base was under his command, he would then begin securing the surrounding area.

He almost felt young again and without a disability. However, a sharp pain in his lower back reminded him otherwise.

 

[Onrai]

"Hold your fire..."

A voice, syrenic as always, would make the stormtroopers lower heir blaster rifles, calming down as Circe stepped forward to visit with her new close confidante.

"I assume you're here for an update?"

 

[Gregor Gideon]

The Sith Knight, Gregor G. Gideon, exited a turbolift and found himself in the hangar bay of presumably the Cynosure. A star destroyer.

A cessation of Sithmas hums came after it was drown out by the various sounds of engines, maintenance work, and other such starship launch and retrieval related sounds.

Gregor was ushered into the appropriate naval starship for transport to the Paladin, a starship captained by one @[member="Hawke Katamirth"].

 

[Darth Vazela]

@Pandeima

Vazela pressed the button on the cylinder object in his left hand, the red line sliding back inside. He walked down the ramp, lifting both hands to the hood over his head. For the first time since he met her, the Sith Lord used his hands to lower the cowl and revealed his degraded, chalk white features. Spiked, white hair stood on his head and a pair of yellow, predatory eyes glistened in the open.

Clipping his Lightsaber onto his belt, he replied, "You presume correctly. But first, I'd like a status report. How are we doing, Circe?"

 

[Tales of the Rule of Two]

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

Malus came to a stop on a balcony over looking the regiments of Stormtroopers, military vehicles, equipment and storage of supplies on the ground below it. This high up, wind blew around him as he continued forward towards the man ahead. He came to stop and made himself known by clearing his throat.

A man turned around and locked his hazel, darkened eyes with Malus's grey, tired ones. The Sith Commander read the placard on the mans uniform and they did the same. They both spoke at the same time.
"Commander."
"Commander."
Malus continued limping forwards to the edge of the balcony, and the other Commander did the same. He began to talk as he watched the men below them go about their work. "I am now in command of this base. All of it's people, assets and resources now work for me."
"Under who's orders?" asked the man, with a hint of outrage in his voice. It told Malus that he didn't want to lose his post. He wouldn't lose it. He would just be working as Malus's executive officer on the ground.
"Lord Vazela's," Malus replied. "I am now demoting you to the position of executive officer. You will be feeding reports to me and helping me coordinate our forces. Our objectives are to secure the surrounding area, form a perimeter and begin preparing for relief efforts for Caross and other Togiran settlements."
"Yes sir." Malus could hear the frustration in the mans voice. But he knew not to argue with him.
"The bonus of being under Lord Vazela's command," he thought. "Return to the ground. I want a status report. I also want to know if additional personnel are needed. Dismissed."
"Yes sir."

The other Commander, now Malus's executive officer, saluted reluctantly and turned away to go back to ground. Malus did not return the salute. Instead he ignored him and turned his now stern gaze back to the horizon. Despite what a mess it currently was, Togoria looked beautiful from this perspective.

 

[Hawke]

Onboard The Paladin - Supply and Propaganda
@Gregor Gideon

The Paladin sat starboard to the flagship. Awaiting the transport of Gregor. Hawke checked her watch; already they'd fallen far behind operational quotas. She may of liked the man but due to him she was behind schedule. That would have to be filed into the report to explain the delay. She groaned about that audibly.

"Confirmation of Shuttle 224 launch. En-route, ETA 3 minutes". Hawke's communication officer hailed.

"Best I go meet the man. Mr. Freedolf you have the bridge until I return". Hawke rose from her command chair and made for the lift. She was smiling on the way down to the second level. She exited the lift and took a short walk to the hanger. Entering she saw a field of crates and containers and her crew still working on attaching parachutes. Getting all the work they could do in the meantime before they had to secure for the decent. She'd have to commend her officer and the crew of the hanger latter. Hawke shuffled past the cargo for the only open space left in the hanger. Gideon's ship should be arriving any moment now. Hawke straightened her cap.

 

[Onrai]

@[member="Vilox Pazela"]

"Quite good, actually. We're getting plenty of work done on stealth technology. Do you have anything you could possibly give me to advance my work?"

She wasn't asking for a bribe, heavens no. She wanted something to help advance her part of the plan.

 

[Djonas Vile]

Tae crossed his arms and sighed at his mission. "I'm here .. to play .. babysitter? Is there nothing else I could do that better suits my skills?" Tae expected he would be fighting something or someone. Or maybe even defending a caravan or something. But no. He was to keep the Togorians in-line when the relief supplies were to be distributed. "There had better be some kind of disturbance among these felines." Tae grumbled before looking out of a viewport into the infinite void of space.

@[member="TB-18"]

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom quietly chuckled as he looked over at TB-18 and Tae Reek, smiling weakly. "There are many ways to win, Tae. Violence, while poignant, is sometimes not as useful as simple, old-fashioned bribery. Today, we fill their stomachs. Tomorrow, we bring them weapons. The next day, work using those weapons. In a matter of months, we have an army. An army that remembers how much suffering came before us, and how much suffering we saved them from," he said with a smile, teeth sharply glinting like a Nexu's grin, hungry and deadly.


"It may not be glamorous, or even the most entertaining use of our talents, but acquisition of loyalty today gives us destructive power tomorrow," the diminutive creature said, adjusting his robes slightly. "Sorry, didn't mean to lecture. Still, we guard the supply chain, and if we are fortunate, we shall only need a small show of force to prove our greater might today. After all, I think a Togorian defense army would suit us well, don't you, Commander 18?" He said with a calm little laugh. He actually liked the Tactical droids. They were violent, but they actually thought about violence, avoiding the barbaric tactics of their enemies. It was good to have intelligent people at the front, be they made of meat or metal.

@[member="TB-18"] @[member="Tae Reek"]

 

[Onrai]

And in came the Neo-Teran Fleet - more properly a squadron - belonging to Grand Admiral Aken Bosch, Commander of the Imperial Navy. Aboard his Tulak Hord, the Iceni, he was enjoying the circumstances that were beginning to shift in favor of the Empire.

And in all sincerity, he was enjoying the new Ranators.

"Launch our ground vehicles to support the 69th in dealing with the cannibals and rebels. Togoria needs our help, and miscreants are something we certainly don't need involved right now."

 

[Darth Osano]

(( Sorry if I miss you, trying to catch up. ))

@[member="Tae Reek"] | @[member="Olom Grihk"]

"Don't wish for trouble. Trouble makes things more difficult. Interesting, perhaps, but I prefer a mundane successful mission to an extraordinary failure." TB-18 gave a mechanical grunt to Tae, accompanied by a dismissive wave. "Apprentice Grihk understands as much. Perhaps you could stand to learn a thing or two from him. The dropships are launching now, I suggest you both join them. Unless keeping me company is your objective today."

So engrossed was TB-18 that he didn't notice the transmission from Lord Zambrano for the time being. He would get the Sith Lord very shortly, as it was rather unbecoming to keep someone of his stature waiting.

 

[Djonas Vile]

Tae then sighed to the response from Olom. "Alright, alright. Where are you sending me to, 18? This'll be nothing like Bastion but I'm sure I'll find some fun somehow." Tae jumbled through the possible outcomes of this outreach program. Maybe a hostage situation will arise. Or, even better, an attempted revolt against the Empire's aid. Or maybe even a band of pirates will be unlucky enough to come raiding during Tae's time there. It all sounded so delicious in his mind. "The Togorians could, in the future, prove to be a valuable asset of the Empire. Hopefully." Tae said from behind his mask. He then turned

@[member="Olom Grihk"] | @[member="TB-18"]

 

[Methuzal]

"And away we go! Forward into glory!"

Those types of pep-phrases usually worked best in situations where TB-19 was about to lead organics into a hotly contested drop zone or similar battlefield engagement. A group of Imperial personnel who's sole objective was to render aid to the blighted Togorians? Not so much. But TB-19 didn't care. As long as he got to boast and shout about something. Boasting and shouting was one of the last things on his mind, however, as dozens of dropships were spat out from under the Cynosure, making their way for Togoria's capital of Caross.

 

[Darth Osano]

@[member="Tae Reek"] | @[member="Olom Grihk"]

"That's the spirit, Apprentice." TB-18, offering a rare instance of encouragement. Or maybe he was being sarcastic? It was difficult to tell with a permanent, mechanical monotone. "At any rate, there should still be a dropship left in the hangar. Ride that down to the surface. You'll be keeping watch over aid distribution in the city center alongside my counterpart, TB-19. That area isn't immediately threatened by cannibals, but I doubt you'll have any shortage of Togorians trying to take more than their fair share."

TB-18 paused, then added. "Killing them outright is best avoided. For now."

 

[Onrai]

Looking over the city, having given @[member="Vilox Pazela"] the update he requested, it was time to get back to work constructing the housing and whatnot.

"You have your own ship, I know, but would you like to hop a ride with me to our piece-built city? I'd love to show you what can be done with cargo containers - it's really quite remarkable."

 

[Darth Osano]

@[member="Kaine Zambrano"]

It was then and only then did TB-18 realized he had missed a call. Such a mistake was horrendous for a droid of his caliber to make. If it were in his capacity to do so, he would have flushed a deep red with not embarassment- but rage. Rage at his own incompetence. TB-18 vowed to never let another holo-transmission escape his glance again.

"Lord Zambrano, your arrival here is most timely. It has indeed been too long." TB-18 greeted, flattery protocols operating at full blast. "I shall alert the rest of the taskforce to your impending landing. May the Force serve you well, Lord."

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom nodded to the large fellow and the robot. "Sir, yes, sir," he said calmly, his quiet, soft voice echoing through the bride as he quickly move to the hangar, smirking. "Now, Tae. I suppose it's time to show just how generous the empire is to the loyal," he said as he walked onto a dropship. "Stay in com distance. Remember, the key to keeping this from getting out of hand is to relate to the locals."

He smirked as he went into the dropship, not bothering with a harness for landing. The force was much easier, and the harness was designed for a larger body than his. He nodded to Tae as he followed in. "No mass-killings, but if people step out of line, we may have to kill one or two," he said calmly. "You seem to enjoy a good fight, Tae Reek. If push comes to shove, I'll gladly let you take them on."

He smirked again, teeth far too sharp. Time to win over the populace. Fear and love--he wondered what mix of the two would work best on these strange cats.

 

[Methuzal]

TB-19's shuttle was the first to land, among three others, right in the city center of Caross. What a beautiful city it was! Buildings were broken, rubble littered the streets, skeletal bits and bobs lay everywhere. It was the picture perfect of a city torn apart by war, chaos, and genocide waged by selfish Sith Lords. TB-19 snapped several photos with his photoreceptors, storing the images away into his memory banks. Commemorative photos for what would surely be a job well done.

"Get those tents set up, start unloading crates! Move it, mincemeat!" TB-19 barked, and the personnel followed suit at his command.

 

[Onrai]

Bosch watched, sitting at attention in his chair as he and the other bridge crew watched the feed of the gunships, dropships, and walker barges landing. Hostile vehicles were being dealt with, the few that there were, and the cannibals were finding themselves excessively munched on by the blaster bolts of Imperial stormtroopers.

"Excellent. Another victory for the Galactic Empire."

Boy, he loved those Ranators.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine was pleased, and began making preparations for his inevitable departure to the world below. While the Apotheosis did not have a traditional hanger, it did have a port from which a single shuttle could dock and undock reserved only for Kaine and his entourage, yet only he knew the pass-code to activate it's launch sequence. He assembled six of his most loyal Legates to travel with him to Togoria, ironically all of which were present during the genocide instigated by Kaine to aid the Dark Jedi Val'Ryss Zankar in regaining her original body. Kaine wondered how the survivors would feel knowing that the extermination of their friends and family was just to create something as minute as a body, he guessed they wouldn't feel all that grateful. With the shuttle ready for the disembark, Kaine activated the launch sequence and the shuttle detached from the Apotheosis and veered towards the world below, entering the atmosphere without any problem whatsoever and roared overhead towards the capital city.

With as much grace as Kaine could muster he nimbly landed the shuttle at the central starport, ordering his Legates to make sure the landing zone was cleared of any civilian or military personal not of the Empire before he himself stepped out of the shuttle. When all was clear, Kaine strolled down the boarding ramp and out into the open glancing about at the structures around him. "Mhmmm, it's good to be back." Was all he said before moving off with his legates to locate the other Sith forces deployed in the Capital.