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

[Olom Grihk]

Olom looked at the crowd gathering to witness this spectacle. He didn't even flinch--he couldn't afford to with this gamble. He simply stood upright before the monstrous leader. "You want a hostage, fine. I'm it," he said sternly. "My life. Your gun, my neck. But the terms change," he said coolly. A calculated risk. Time to make a bet. "No one dies. No one fights. You eat, you drink, and you stand beside us. If you can say that these medical supplies and food, tat all our efforts here, haven't saved your friends and loved ones, then fine, shoot me where I stand," he said calmly. "I will gladly gamble my neck. Tell me, how much do you believe in the gun you're holding against it?"

Screw conquest. Glory is for chumps. Martyrs, real or false, could build real bases of power. After all, what was a nobler move than offering your life for others? He focused on the dark side's torrent of emotion, pushing his hate and annoyance with this petty idiot's own rage. Either the beast would lash out, or the man would realize that his own people would scorn him for all of this. Nothing like pushing your opponents between two bad decisions.

 

[Onrai]

Many a family was sitting down in their new homes, relaxing and enjoying their first fresh meal in ages. It was a wonderful and serene site... as the droids, now done with housework, began to setup various military buildings and turrets."

"To anyone - should we bring some heavier guns into the system?"

 

[Djonas Vile]

The togorian looked down at the small apprentice, pointing his gun towards him. But something was wrong. He was shaking. The man was afraid of killing the little creature for doing him no wrong. "Someone..get this creature a weapon!" said the splinter cell leader. "I will not strike down an unarmed man! Someone get him a weapon!" yelled out the Togorian. Jonas sat behind the scenes and watched as the events transpired. Honestly, he wanted to see if the little bugger would get annihilated by the feline.

@[member="Olom Grihk"]

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom frowned. The third option. Honorable combat. He detested it, but signalled to the others. His bluff had been called, so he would stand for it. "Fine, just you and me." He snarled, a lightsaber coming out of his scarlet and gold robes. It was not a grand weapon, simply something he had gotten a few days ago back. His mind was the real weapon. "I will not strike a man I do not know," he said coolly. "Tell me your name, that I may honor your death. Should you fall, your men shall be spared, if they are wise enough to surrender. Should I die, Lord Zambrano, make sure my funeral is at least interesting," he said to Kaine with a droll smirk, a weak bit of humor leaking into his dispassionate calm.

His lightsaber hissed on, reflective of it's wielders own cold, calculated demeanor. A small shoto, not very glorious or powerful. But then again, his powers were no obtained by throwing a sword about. He nodded, as if to tell his opponent to strike. He cared little for this sort of thing. Man-to-man combat made him annoyed. Still, he might be able to turn this around, if he played it right.

 

[Gregor Gideon]

More walking was exactly what Gregor Gideon, Sith Knight Extraordinaire, was prepared for. The corridors of the Paladin were remarkably similar to those of the Cynosure, despite the two being of completely different classifications and designs. Ah, the wonders of an advanced space-faring civilization and the powers of uniformity.

"Regulations are sometimes secondary to results, Captain. Of this I am aware." He walked and walked, at the same pace as the Imperial captain. "What do you know of our role in this endeavor?" The Sith Knight asked as the two reached an array of turbolifts.

@[member="Hawke Katamirth"]

 

[Onrai]

Taking a sip of his newly-arrived tea, Bosch smiled. Retiring from the bridge, he traveled briskly to his personal quarters. Some classical music began to play as he sighed, relaxing in a comfy chair as more supplies and whatnot were being released.

After all, @[member="Gregor Gideon"] didn't need him. Did he?

 

[Djonas Vile]

The Togorian looked at the small creature and held up his gun, pointing it towards Olom. He was shaking a little as he looked at the little creature that actually stood up to him. He then looked around the camp at the sickly elders, the frightened children, and then back at Olom. "What..what am I doing?" the Togorian came to a realization. "This is what the Gulag Virus has driven us to, eh? Animals? No more I say. No more! We are not animals! This ends now brothers. Our people need saving and the Empire is our savior." the Togorian fell to his knees before Olom and begged for forgiveness. Jonas interrupted with a slow clap before slowly walking over to Olom's side. "Ha. You're a wiz with words, Olom." said Jonas. The stormtroopers then moved to confiscate their weapons. The shortest rebellion in history, was finished.

@[member="Olom Grihk"]

 

[TK-5914 Shank]

Elsewhere on Togoria, the left hand knoweth not what the right hand doeth. Such is the lot of a stormtrooper. Sergeant Shank and his squad hold position, standing guard over a relatively potent part of the wound in the Force created by Val'Ryss Zankarr.

As a man who was once detailed to guard certain chunks of Donanyd, and who served on Emperor Voracitos' banquet cleanup crews for some time, Shank is phlegmatic when it comes to the aftermath of atrocity.

 

[Bren Drayson]

Command Bridge -- Sadow-class Star Destroyer, Intrepid
Outskirts of the Thanos System

The Imperial cruiser Intrepid dropped out of hyperspace cleanly, along with several smaller vessels. They had been dispatched from the greater Imperial force in order to begin routine anti-piracy and smuggling interdiction patrols along the far end of the system.

Captain Drayson commanded the operation out here, far away from the rest of the undertakings on both the planetary surface and elsewhere. But he rested assured of the knowledge that his task, however seemingly mundane, was always part of a greater mission. His portion of the activities was none the less important, and vital to smooth order and discipline amongst the Empire and her star lanes.

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom smirked. He de-activated his lightsaber, looking over at the large man, now humbled, either by fear or wisdom. Either way, it was a nice change of pace. He nodded, gesturing to one of the trooper near him. "It is a shame, how malnutrition fatigues the mind and body. Make sure this man gets some rations, alongside the other rebels." He grinned as Jonas complimented him. "Never underestimate the importance of good speech, Jonas," he said calmly. "It'll get you far," he said smiling. He looked over at Kaine. "Sorry for the disturbance. Still, at least we could keep it from escalating into a tragedy," he said calmly. "It'd be a waste, after all...." He mused as he saw the refugees again gathering to partake in food and leisure.

He looked at his Lord absentmindedly. "Tell me, have you any particular need of myself or Jonas' talents at the moment, Lord Zambrano? It appears the rebellion in the ranks here has been quelled, for now." He held no illusions. The Togorians could be incited here, so they could be of danger elsewhere. Still, their petty savagery could be tamed into a strong civilization--they too, could find enlightenment in time.

 

[Djonas Vile]

Jonas smirked a little behind his mask. "Perhaps I shall remember that one day. Perhaps." Jonas then watched over the confiscation of the rebels' weapons and turned to look over the distribution of rations, ensuring everyone was getting their fair share. The sun was setting by this time and the last shipment of food and fresh water had come. Jonas made his way to the landing zone to wave the dropship down. Three crates were offloaded and brought into the camp to be given to the last of the Togorian families. "No matter the mission, there's always going to be some kind of excitement when someone finds out the Empire is on their planet." Jonas chuckled as he directed the soldiers performing guard duties.
@[member="Olom Grihk"]

 

[Onrai]

Estimates indicated that approximately eighty percent of the refugees were finally taken care of, and that number was increasing by the dozens every second. Soon, ships belonging to various companies would arrive to the planet as well, working on getting the planet's economy and infrastructure back online through hiring the natives for jobs, sowing and harvesting crops, and generally bringing back the planet's splendor now that it was likely an Imperial-aligned world.

At least, that was the plan.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine hadn't taken much interest in the short-lived rebellion, focusing more on logistics panning across the screen of a hand-held datapad he was so intently studying. The legates had taken notice however, but only assured the perimeter around their lord remained strong so that none of the would-be rebels would harm Kaine, if such a thing could be possible. When he finally reacted to the words of Olom, his words were heavily laced with disinterest and slight annoyance, "No, that will be all. Return to the work and hand and make sure no further rebellions spring up in the ranks of the refugees. I have other matters to attend to in the Capital." With that Kaine decisively turned away and began walking further towards the nearby military structures that were being raised throughout the restoration area. He had learned that Pandeima was in the area, but made no move to actively seek her out. If she wanted to see him, she could come to him in person to seek an audience.

@[member="Olom Grihk"] @[member="Jonas Vile"] @[member="Pandeima"]

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom stifled a snicker at that. "That's true of all politics, I'm afraid," he said with a light tone. "Where there are changes in power, there are struggles over it. Still, despite force being uneccessary, I'm glad you were here, Jonas," he said to man before him. "If the rebels had not learned to follow our leadership, I couldn't have taken them all," he said with a nod. He walked over to one of the rebels in question and smiled. "If I may ask, when did you acquire these weapons? They don't look like they are from this planet...."

One of the large Torgorians nodded. "Family heirlooms and smugglers mostly. No one dealer provided them." Olom nodded in return. He had hoped there'd be pilots. But still, he sent a note to fleet command. Maybe they'd need to deal with a smuggler later.

He nodded at the orders of Kaine. "Yes, my Lord." He nodded to Jonas with a smile. "Alright, things seem to be calm enough here. Let's see if any others need our help. Keep your commlink active," he mused, hopping slightly as he walked. To be honest, he was thankful the whole thing ended without a fight. Honestly, there was no good to such things for him. He hated violence, not out of empathy or kindness, but mostly because he felt it was a waste of energy. He just nodded his head and smiled. Kaine may have dismissed it, but those men were warriors, and warriors with pride. Both assets to be exploited later. He might get some new henchmen out of this, who knew?

 

[Onrai]

Bosch was suddenly interrupted by a loud knock on the door of his quarters. Finishing his tea far quicker than he would've liked, he opened the door to be greeted by a male Zeltron.

"Sir, the mission has officially been declared a success. Rebels have been subjugated. We can begin returning personnel back to our ships."

"Understood. Bring our boys home." And with that, he asked for another cup of tea as well. Maybe even a pot for himself.

 

[Onrai]

@[member="Kaine Zambrano"] was here? How could she forget? With a soft sigh, she turned and went back to work, her business with @[member="Vilox Pazela"] concluded for the time being. Right now, she needed to seek out the one giving her residence and talk with him, update him on things and whatnot. Maybe have a little relaxing and fun.

Maybe ask him some more important questions. But that was getting ahead of herself.

 

[Djonas Vile]

Jonas laugh aloud as Olom thanked him. "I'm sure you could've taken them..eventually. Wouldn't even need my help." Jonas walked over to inspect the remaining rations before they were taken back to the command ship. "It seems we're just about done here. Let's hope the others completed their missions as well." Jonas said followed by a stretch and a long yawn. Day was nearing it's end as a moon could be seen overhead. "Feels strange not having to fight for once when visiting a planet. Strange, but good. Bah, I'm getting soft. Perhaps I can go find some local fauna to tear up. There's bound to be some gruesome beasts in these jungles. Catch you all later. If you need me, you know how to reach me." Jonas said before jumping onto a speeder and riding off into the jungles.

@[member="Olom Grihk"] | @[member="Kaine Zambrano"]

 

[Arage Bao]

"I do have to congratulate those Togorians for their effort. They are making short work of our supposed honor guard." Garoth sighed. "Next time remind me to take some of my own soldiers with us, at least then we would have far less work to do."


Vigilance, the Sith sword, he had found during one of his travels. Beautiful by design, deadly in use. The first time he had pulled out the sword out, he was amazed by the sheer weight of the weapon. But after long nights of training, it was a part of him. The extra weight only made it even more deadly.


Pulling the sword out of his scabbard, he winked at Tycho and then used the Force to strengthen his legs; jumping at the incoming attackers. Garoth felt the rage inside of him building up, drawing on the Force through his weapon. It took him a second to regain control and then he released all the rage he had, swinging his sword like a wooden play thing; scattering bodies left and right.

Most of the Troopers were already dead or wounded beyond rescue, but at least he could avenge their Death. Every warrior deserves a honorable death, not taken by these savages killed in an ambush.


@[member="Tycho Shorn"]

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom nodded and wandered through the streets of the city, heading towards the defensive perimeter being established. Maybe, he'd be able to coordinate over here. Or at least, he'd be able to get some tactical knowledge. He smiled, climbing up a rock nimbly and and bounding, debating how he would being to handle this situation. Kaine was covering most of the real logistics, and he had pretty much single-handedly stopped any strife from the city. Still he wandered towards the capital idly, occasionally taking breaks to stand and tell refugees of the relief camps, giving directions to the poor and starving people of this city. Soon, Togoria's capital would be on its feet.

 

[Onrai]

DING! it was official - all the refugees were finally taken care of. The situation was all set as Circe began to weave through the battlefield, hunting for @[member="Kaine Zambrano"].

"Now where could he be this time..."