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

[Methuzal]

The Togorians did not approach the ramshackle aid center that had been set up. Instead they lingered on the outskirts of it, the disheveled beasts exchanging concerned, suspicious glances among each other. What did these Imperials want? Was this another trick? Fortunately for them, there was no trick. Only free food. TB-19 was confident that they would approach the center for treatment eventually, but the supervisor wasn't privy to that confidence. He nervously approached the tactical droid.

"Look, I, uh, don't think they'll-"
"They're not approaching because your tents are crooked." TB-19 decided. "Fix them. NOW!"

That sent the supervisor scurrying to inspect the tents. Of course, they weren't crooked. TB-19's superior vision had seen to that, but it would keep the supervisor from harassing him while he waited for the Togorians to work up the courage to come get their free stuff.

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom nodded and rode the dropship, fidgeting with his sleeves non-chalantly. This should be interesting. He didn't really know Tae that well, but he had some serious energy. Were all human Sith this vibrant? He'd have to ask Lady Kalamack about this.

--Slightly later--


Olom tried not to stifle a laugh at TB-19's callousness as he landed with the remaining dropships. "Storm Troopers, bring out some tensions cable. I want a secure perimeter around the aid camp! Apprentice Reek, you hand the front lines." He grinned, taking a thermal detonator from a trooper and tossing it at a nearby concrete pile or rubble. "Watch it!" he hollered as he focused, his black eyes glowing red as he wave his hands, nudging the falling debris into an orderly pattern. "Run a cable through the concrete stanchions! I want one line for the medical supplies, one line for food rations! Again, crowd control, people!"

He walked over to the Togorians and looked upon the lot of them. They were terrified. Thankfully, he was a goofy-looking midget without a weapon. Even with is telekinesis, he was one of the least intimidating Sith. He looked at the Togorians and wiled, bowing softly. His Togorian accent was rough but he mustered out calmly, "On behalf of the Sith Empire, be bring food and medicine. You may come as you desire, in an orderly fashion. One day's rations will be allotted per person," he said softly. He held up his hands, showing no weapons.

 

[Methuzal]

TB-19 hefted up a rather large DLT-19 heavy blaster rifle, surveying the crowd and the rather crafty method of setting up lines to the respective tents set up by aid personnel. The supervisor flinched when the grenade went off, and TB-19 suppressed a derisive laugh. Oh, skeevy doctors were the most amusing sort. Olom informed the Togorians what was going on. He even remembered to do so in Togorian. Almost disappointing, he was looking forward to making fun of someone for making such a mistake.

"<< Medical attention is also available in the rightmost tent. >> TB-19 informed, automated Togorian impeccable. "<< Any who attempt to take more than alloted per Togorian will be shot. >>"

No accompanying gestures were made. The mere presence of the DLT-19 was enough to make his point.

 

[Marcus Faust]

Having successfully cleared out his section of the capital, Marcus now looked over the dismembered carcasses of his victims. To be frank it looked like a place Shinju would enjoy quiet a lot. Fresh meat for her everywhere. But for him, this wasn't a meal, it was a simple practice session, training, though significantly less intense than what he'd had. Fighting a tentarek was difficult to say the least. Deactivating his saber Marcus waited before broadcasting a transmission to @[member="Vilox Pazela"].


"My area of the capital is clear my lord, what are your orders?"

 

[Djonas Vile]

Tae had made his way to the ship's remaining dropship alongside Olom and began their journey to the surface of Togoria. The jungle planet was very humid and covered in vast jungles and plains. "Let's get this over with, Olom. These cat people creep me the hell out." The dropship came down onto the surface and the two disembarked onto the rendez-vous point and began overseeing the distribution of supplies.

 

[Onrai]

Work on getting the Togorians into the newly activated kitchens and residential facilities continued. There was much work to be done in order to fully situate the facility, but already refugees were arriving, filling the refitted cargo containers up and getting acquainted with their new homes.

"We have more on standby in case of an issue."

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom smiled weakly as on of the stronger Togorians began approaching. The large, rugged fellow with blue fur wandered up to the queue and through the line, paranoid at the droid with the very large gun eying him the whole way down as he walked the line to the food. He walked over and sniffed at one of the provisions, and then signalled a few others. One of the others, a woman, mumbled softly, "<Is it safe, beloved?>"

The larger one sighed sadly. "<I would take poison over starving,>" he said grimly as he received his rations, the proceeded to take a bite And another. He then walked over, belching rather loudly.
Olom stifled a chuckle. Hungry for a barbarian. Still, he wasn't dying and that said something. Slowly others began moving, a dim light of hope flickering among some of them. Olom grinned. This just might work. He nodded to TB-19 and Tae eagerly. To the north, shelters were being built. They might be able to fix this poor planet.

 

[Onrai]

The Ranators unloaded all their ships and whatnot, dropping their payloads across the war-torn planet as they engaged whatever hostile Togorian forces they encountered. Those dropships that could be spared were rescuing civilians and taking them to the city.

Yes, this was an Imperial victory indeed.

"Please get me a glass of tea, ensign. It's time to relax and let the army earn their pay."

 

[Methuzal]

Togorians shuffled by, one after the other, receiving their meals and a rudimentary physical depending on which line they got into. Despite the aid being rendered, there was a certain grim servility about the area. The Togorians would be saved, of that there was no dispute, but they would still be subjugated. Well, as the saying went. One had to win some to lose some. Such was the case of the Togorians. Not the Empire, though. This would be a solid, undisputed win for them.

"<< Procede in an orderly fashion. There is enough for everyone. Violators will still be shot. >>" TB-19 announced, always one to be informative towards the suffering natives.

 

[Hawke]

@[member="Aken Bosch"] @[member="Kaine Zambrano"] @[member="Vilox Pazela"] @[member="Malus Bligh"]

Hawke's datapad began to play some music, an internal message from the bridge she noted after retrieving the device from her jacket pocket. She wondered what it was about, maybe a message from the droid commander? Hawke tabbed a few keys to bring up the message.
To: - Captain Hawke -
Subject: - News -
Grand Admiral Bosch and Sith Master Zambrano have both entered the system. Bosch launching everything he has. Zambrano on surface. Motives, unknown. Admiral Bligh is also in the fleet. Unknown when he arrived.
From: - - Paladin Comm Ops - -
"Ohh great Admiral Bosch. Now Togoria's saved". Hawke dragged her free hand down her face. Bosch, Zambrano, Vazela's lapdog Bligh was here with his ship so surely the Sith Lord was here too. Heck maybe the Emperor would show up next. Hawke shoved her datapad back in her jacket pocket. This was a show of who's got the bigger package for sure. The whole operation was supposed to be a humanitarian mission followed by a little subjugation. They now probably had a force strong enough to assault a core world. So the massive waste of fleet resources aside; The Republic was bound to hear of a massive Sith fleet a stones throw from their boarders. And the Mandalorian's too. Everything was supposed to be neat and tidy but was now a cluster&%$# of grand proportions. Maybe there was some bigger picture at play here, but it did not warrant all this.
@[member="Gregor Gideon"]
Gregor's ship sailed into the hanger bay, finally. All these Sith's and Admirals were ruining everything. Hawke took a deep breath as the shuttle landed.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine came upon the aid center quickly enough, his legates creating a perimeter around him as he made his way to the actual structure. Luckily the attire of the Blackblades had been changed and upgraded since their deployment to Togoria previously to exterminate a percentage of their population, so the Togorians present would not recognize them as they were. "Very good Commander 19, very good. Make sure everyone gets their share, we wouldn't want a family to go hungry now would we?" He said with a two-faced genuine smile that masked the utter indifference he had about whether the natives actually lived or died, but made sure to mask his true feelings on the matter in front of the natives. They were supposed to be the benevolent, and caring Empire instead of the bloodthirsty conquerors they were normally associated being. Kaine could play along, as long as they won the hearts of the populace in this moment of utter devastation and anarchy.

"What's the status of the rest of the restoration effort, 19?"

@[member="TB-19"] @[member="Olom Grihk"]

 

[Saelia Santori]

"And this angle will give you a decent angle on any threats to the colony?" asked Saelia, studying the newly erected defensive line.

"Yes, Administrator. And intelligence reports on resistance forces suggest this line will be more than adequate to repel any troublemakers." The foreman gestured at the alternating line of anti-personnel, anti-vehicle, and anti-air turrets. The foreman then pointed along the ditch to the power relay station. "The power grid will be connected underground to protect it from aerial attacks."

The Administrator nodded. "Satisfactory," she said curtly. "Let's get back to base and see what else needs to be erected."

 

[Gregor Gideon]

Gregor remained in transit for several minutes as his shuttle closed the distance between the Cynosure and the Paladin. It was after a short post-landing status check by the crew that the Sith Knight was allowed to disembark out onto the hangar bay of the Paladin.

He was greeted by the familiar hustle-and-bustle sounds of a busy operational hangar facility. He scanned the immediate landing zone for the highest ranking Imperial member, to which he believed he found in @[member="Hawke Katamirth"].

"Status report." He spoke, rather brief.

 

[Methuzal]

@[member="Kaine Zambrano"]

"Lord Zambrano." TB-19 announced, adjusting the DLT-19 enough to snap a quick salute. "Camps like these have been deployed all over the city as planned. No outbursts reported yet. The colonization effort undertaken by Administer Santori and the one known as Pandeima is nearing culmination. The pockets of cannibals and miscreants scrounging about the city have been routed, and those still frolicking about the countryside will face similar fates. By all means, it appears this city is readily able to be secured, if not already so."

Despite the optimal outlook, there was always the chance of a suddenly violent reaction from one of the Togorians. Such a thing could potentially spur the others into action. Caution would need to be exercised at all times.

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom bowed toward Kaine. After all, his mistress' master was not a man undeserving of respect. He knew little of the politic of this region, and less of Kaine's...indiscretions during his last sojourn here. He simply nodded to his Lord. "M'lord," Olom said calmly. "The Togorians are wary of our presence here, but I believe we have started to bridge the gap. Soon, they shall realize the promise of Imperial benevolence is genuine," he said calmly. He smiled to TB-19. No sense not reporting. After all, things were going well, for now.

 

[Onrai]

More people were herded into the facility as it was prepped. Their first meal was gizka fried steak with a side of mashed potatoes and gravy. Drinks were available, primarily barely-alcoholic and non-alcoholic. No more ruckuses were needed damaging Imperial refugee equipment, after all.

"There there... Wine and beer."

 

[Hawke]

@[member="Gregor Gideon"]

Hawke tossed a short salute. "I'll belay the social pedantries. I am Captain Hawke. We've two Sith Lords and the Grand Admiral doing whatever they please. I'm sure TB-18 is having fun handling them. I'm far behind schedule because you were assigned to my ship and we had to wait. We're fully prepared thanks to the delay though. I apologize profusely for seeming short with you. Lets be off to my bridge then, and welcome to The Paladin". Hawke turned on the heel of her jackboot. Sith Knight or not she had not the time to play the charming host anyways. Hawke took off back down the rows of cargo towards the lift. Gideon's shuttle lifted off behind them, wether he liked it or not, he was stuck here for awhile. And he best keep up.

 

[Djonas Vile]

A Togorian anti-imperialist group managed to sneak weapons into the Imperial encampment and began to cause chaos among the populace. Togrian civilians ran scared of these barbaric brutes shooting up the place and taking all the resources for their own. "We are the future! With Togoria under my guidance, we shall not die out. These Imperials have run out of their usefulness. They will leave or I start taking and killing hostages!" said who seemed to be the elader of this Togorian movement.

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom watches as the armed group proceeded to, well, do the terrorist thing. Olom approached, slowly. He didn't unsheath his saber. Not yet. "Really? You believe that you can feed these people? And heal them? Where are your food supplies? Your buildings? Your monetary aid package? Who will offer you aid, knowing you shot at the last people who did so?" He arched a cool, surprisingly tranquil brow over one of his lidless, black eyes. He could see in many spectrums. He knew of colors in comprehensible to many other species. He could see the heat in the leader's body, rising. He could compensate for the barbaric fool's movements. He sighed, waiting to hear this fools' demands and declarations. Killing him would escalate matters. He decided that the correct approach wasn't' to kill him. The correct approach was to destroy him. Pick his little revolution apart and rip it to pieces in front of him, until he submitted. He would end this discussion without a single saber raised.

 

[Djonas Vile]

Tae walked out of a tent he was meditating in to see the camp being attacked by some felines with the guts of a rancor. "What in Ardik's name.." Tae barked as he walked further into the camp to inspect the situation. It seems a few Togorians oppose the Empire's aid. Foolish. "I suggest you all leave without looking back. We are here to just help your people. If you wish to die out alone without the aid of the Empire, make yourself scarce. If you prefer a quick death, keep doing what your doing." Tae said as he reached behind his back for his saber.
@[member="Olom Grihk"]