I see trees of Gree, red roses too... | TSE Recon of Gree

[Vestille Thumahra]

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Gree, the capital of the so-called Rebel 'Alliance'. To some, they were valiant heroes standing up against impossible odds, to others they were fools locked in a hopeless struggle against an overwhelming war machine of Darkness.​

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In the coming days, the fate of these resistance fighters and disciples of the Light Side of the Force will be decided; either they will act as the wall that stopped the ever expanding Sith Empire in their tracks or they will simply be cast underfoot like those that came before them.​

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Perhaps unknown to the common man was the fact that the battle for the planet Gree had already started, a war of information. The Sith Empire sends their best agents from the Saaraishash to set foot upon the planet that would soon become a battlefield in order to scan between the lines, find weaknesses in their enemies' lines and resolve and lay their traps to be sprung upon the day of judgement itself.​

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Only time and good fortune would tell what they found...​

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Vestille Thumahra​

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Gree​

Allies: 'Criminals' and by extension the Rebel Alliance​

Enemies: Gree(?) and by extension The Sith Empire​

From Legion to looking like a bunch of beggars, degrading yet efficient.

Since the drawing of this operation, Vestille knew that his services were going to be needed but, alas, not as part of the invasion force; the lucky sod was on the list of people being flung into hostile territory head first alongside the assigned agents of the Saaraishash deep into the heart of the Rebel Capital. Of course, intel had to be collected and used to their advantage for the upcoming invasion but skulking around a Capital was no easy task; no doubt the defense force here was the heaviest out of all the planets under the Rebel's control and the moment that it was apparent that Sith Agents were planet-side, it was evident that the Rebels would attempt a capture and interrogation. For things to go smoothly, this was no doubt going to need a two-fold approach to give the Agents the best possible chance of slipping in and getting to their work without complications.

Vestille had volunteered to place himself on the firing line. Asymmetrical warfare was something that no matter how many conventional battlefields he found himself upon he would always be able to recite and apply the doctrine with the snap of his fingers. With the Sith assigning him a full crew of soldiers and outfitted them in casual and light tactical equipment, their job was simple. Be flashy, be loud and cause enough mayhem to draw the spotlight on them rather than the Agents that ran through the woodwork. Of course, this mission was dangerous and would likely result in quite a significant amount of casualties but, if done right, the distraction given to the Agents would no doubt provide a significant helping hand in the invasion that was upon the horizon.

"Sir?"

They were hidden at this point, having scoped out an abandoned building for which to set up their staging point. Supplies were limited thanks to the short notice but what they had was enough to get the job done. A few rifles spread among a significant amount of pistols, melee weapons and the occasional slugthrower; it wasn't only about short supply but the act had to look legitimate. If they were rocking up with full equipment it would be clear as day that they were sent by a power beyond just a criminal gang going out for a looting session. It wasn't perfect but alas, it would have to do. One of the ringleaders, a somewhat aged man approached Vestille; who had naturally adorned himself with fully concealing attire like he always did.

"We're ready."

With that, Vestille nodded and formed a hand gesture to rally the group. Roughly forty men or so, enough to form plenty of squads and run through the streets like rats and cause a problem as far away from the Agent's target locations. Every man knew his job, had studied the maps to know their escape and access routes like the back of their hands to ensure that they were as fast as they possibly could be. Vestille wasn't a man for words or rallying speeches but, as everyone knew, he didn't need them. Soon enough the doors opened and the respirator-clad 'criminals' went out into the Capital, ready to cause a nuisance.

Only a few words came from the Captain, into a communicator;

"Reaver to Songbird, beginning mission."

A not so average day in the life of a clockwork soldier.

[member="khaji ri'had"] | [member="Djorn Bline"]

 

[Darth Bellum]

Kor Vexen

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In Orbit around Bastion, TSE Space
Await intel report from operatives

General Vexen stood staring out into the black of space, half of the view taken up by Bastion in all its glory as the crown jewel of their glorious Empire in its infinite splendor. But it was not the view that had brought Vexen to Bastion while the entirety of his invasion fleet stood on alert, ready to deploy at a moment's notice, no...It was the rallying point for the might Imperial Legion to gather at for their next grand battle. They had taken countless planets into the fold of the Empire, crushed the Silver Jedi and forced them to flee to the Mid Rim in fear, burned and sacked the Core worlds against the Free Worlds Coalition and the mighty Galactic Alliance...And now they would ready themselves to deal another crippling blow, this time against a foolhardy band of rebellious outcasts thinking they could stand up against the mighty Sith Empire. The recent attacks to their territory were little more than minor inconveniences but still, it was insulting to let them go and do as they please for long.

With the bounties put in place as well as the deployment of intelligence agents throughout the system to find these so-called 'rebels', it was only a matter of time before they were found. And found they were, like little rats hiding in the shadows of their Empire. Though the identification of the pest's hideout was already underway, it was best to be thorough with the reconnaissance of the enemy. Total victory, achieved only through complete and thorough annihilation of the enemy, a war of attrition that the rebels could never hope to achieve on their own. It would be the swiftest way to crush a pest by cutting off all their hopes to escape or their means to fight back. Their operatives only needed to probe the defenses and estimated strength of the enemy, but sabotaging or destroying key systems and defenses would make the oncoming slaughter all the more easier. Planetary defenses, fleet strength, personnel of interest, all would be taken into consideration and dealt with early on.

Vexen stood with his hands behind his back, the chatter of bridge personnel and thrum of ship engines heard. As it was, the Legion and Armada were on standby, Supreme General Mallear having given the order yet for the Legion to mobilize, though Vexen was ready to pounce straight for the rebel's heart and turn the planet into a bloodbath as soon as the intel from their operatives were received and the order to mobilize and attack was issued. Patience was not something new to Vexen, he had centuries to learn it and stand by its side - between his episodes of bloodthirsty rage and insatiable hunger during feeding frenzies that was. A few more cycles wouldn't be much of a hindrance. Some meditation and focus for the next invasion may do him some good after all.

 

[H3xle]

Location: Capital City, Gree
Objective: Infiltrate, accumulate data, lay in wait
Allies: TSE, [member="kor vexen"], [member="vestille thumahra"]
Enemies: Rebel Alliance

Khaji Ri'had was a proud warrior of the Trianii people, he was a trained Ranger, a master of hand to hand combat, an excellent shot, and a passable pilot. He wore his scars as badges of honor.

The husk of a Trianii that left the recently landed transport from what had once been Galactic Alliance space, routed through various other sectors, did not look like a proud warrior. It did not look like a trained Ranger, nor that it could stand up against a stiff wind, let alone in combat. It's fur was pale and patchy, there were healed over burns over what could be seen of it's body, and it's left ear was covered in a bloody bandage. It leaned on a makeshift cane, a crudely carved one made of some hard wood. It's eyes remained downcast as it walked, and if one were to listen closely, they would be able to hear the Trianii refugee mumbling. Those with especially sharp hearing would hear what sounded like names.

"Maricella, Ti'van, Corso, little Xan..." a shuddering breath interupted the recitation, though whether from exertion or an involuntary expression of sadness, it wasn't clear. "Cali, For'tyna, Rallo. Maricella, Ti'van, Corso, little Xan, Cali, For'Tyna, Rallo."

Some of the names were distinctly Trianii, while others sounded like they could be, or may not.

The Trianii refugee moved with others in similar situations towards the waiting intake stations. The refugee craft had been instructed to land in a secure area, and the waiting attendants and doctors would check them all out here before deciding if they could be released into the city proper.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Capital City, Gree
Objective: Infiltrate, accumulate data, lay in wait
Allies: TSE, [member="Kor Vexen"], [member="Vestille Thumahra"] [member="Khaji Ri'Had"]
Enemies: Rebel Alliance

The first hint of intelligence (vital one) was received the moment their ship reverted from hyperspace and slowly moved into orbit of Gree itself.

A large fleet was present in the system.

Larger than Gree ever had possession of and then some. The Muun, one eye burned out, the other hazy blue and staring into the crevices of the street had made note of it. He was walking next to a wised, old and patched Trianii. They didn't know one another, at least not before their journey together had met. One had lost their family in the Core, the other had found his investments destroyed on Balmorra.

Both barely escaped with their lives.

"It is okay, Khata." Aren (he hated that name) murmured as they approached the intake center. "We are almost here. We will be safe."

Which was a ridiculous statement born out of either desperation or insanity. How being pressed tight against the border of the Sith Empire would make anyone safe was anyone's question.

The signs showed the various directions they could head... they were nothing like Basic. Gree. Ugh. Aren carefully paused, pulling at Khata's shoulder as they went. "We should find something to eat first, yes? I haven't had a proper meal since...." A shake of the head as he looked away from the masses. They already had a number of people in the capital city.

Their reports seemed to be correct.

The Rebel Alliance was not controlling the planet itself. They were just stationed in space.

A subdermal communicator transitioned signals to both the older aliens. It seemed that Vestille's mission had already begun. The Muun couldn't hear them yet, but it wouldn't be long before the aggression would start.

Criminal scum come to assert control of the weak streets.

That is what happened when lawlessness ruled and there was no order to be enforced. :: Kill as few as possible, Agent Thumahra. Spread your men out, fan them across the areas. We want attention.... investigation, not a crackdown. ::

 

[H3xle]

Location: Capital City, Gree
Objective: Infiltrate, accumulate data, lay in wait
Allies: TSE, [member="Kor Vexen"], [member="Vestille Thumahra"], [member="ardeth zun"]
Enemies: Rebel Alliance

"It is okay, Khata." Aren (he hated that name) murmured as they approached the intake center. "We are almost here. We will be safe."

The Trianii looked up at his companion for a moment as they were bustled through the checkpoint and towards the waiting doctors.

"Maricella used to say I could really Khata rug..." tears shone in his eyes that stared mournfully into the past, barely seeing the present.

The doctors were efficient, particularly with Ardeth's surgical use of persuasion and Khaji's continued rambling. They were able to walk, and so were passed through so the doctors could move onto patients in worse condition.

"We should find something to eat first, yes? I haven't had a proper meal since...."

Khaji nodded, seeming to come more alive at the mention of food. He looked around, expectantly, his eyes hopeful to find a vendor that had familiar food. Just a short way down the street were a trio of vendors, the middle one offering a small sampling of cuisine from various places named 'Klaatu'. As Ardeth communicated with other agents via his localisations, Khaji led them there.

"Good day, I am Barada..." said the Nikto behind the stalls bar. "...may I offer you anything from my menu?" He said indicating the menu below the bar.

Khaji looked the Nikto directly in the eye and smiled.

"Yes, we would like a Tatooinian cocktail, and do not skimp on the Nabooian salt." He said, never once looking at the menu.

The agent nodded and busied himself behind the bar for a few moments before handing the pair some food and drinks. The food was wrapped in the typical butcher block paper that many vendors used, though Khaji knew that one of their papers had something far more important to their mission than food.

"Thank you, Aren, food was definitely what we needed. Let's go find someplace quiet to sit, my leg is killing me." He hobbled next to the Muun, his cane held in the crook of his arm so he could handle both his drink and his food.

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Vestille Thumahra​

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Gree​

Allies: 'Criminals' and by extension the Rebel Alliance​

Enemies: Gree(?) and by extension The Sith Empire​

The actors took to their stage.

In truth, playing the part of a vagrant-turned-fighter made the Captain of the 105th sick to his stomach. It went against everything that his brain was telling him, wearing not only rags but rags that were to be associated with the Rebel Alliance and other bands of scum yet here he was, acting as a ringleader for a publicity stunt; a false flag attack which gave the Sith a chance to swoop in and provide assurance to the inhabitants of Gree that under their protection they would be treated fair and justly provided their followed the laws and regulations. It was quite simple, really, a by-the-book covert operation to influence the minds of the people who lived in the shadow of the rebel fleet in orbit that they are the ones that the Gree should be fearing, not the Sith. The teams moved through the backstreets and spread themselves out as part of the grand battle-plan. The objective was very simple; reave and cause havoc as much as possible without too many casualties on either side; the agents still needed their open window, after all and causing too much trouble would only bring about a lockdown and make movement troublesome for both parties.

Their targets were simple; civilian and law enforcement targets across the capital, making life troublesome enough for both the everyday and the arm of the law so that the Sith could be the knight in shining armor and offer a solution to fix their problems. Bombs would be placed and a few firefights would no doubt erupt in a sector or two; high intensity but low quantity; just in the event that a lockdown did occur it would only be in the affected sectors rather than it being a full blown citywide siege. The cell of fifty criminals split themselves up into their squads of ten and went their separate ways like rats scurrying through sewers. Vestille and his nine associates took to the West, towards the industrial sector. Not only could they cause a few cases of arson in a factory here and there but there too was a planetary defense cannon nearby. Once the invasion started, all it would take would be to move over to it and secure it once they ditched the gear and returned to their rightful insignia and arms. That was the second objective, however, a move to play when the time was right; for now they were to adopt the appearance of rabble, squalor, lawlessness. Anarchy was to rule.

Whilst in transit, Vestille pulled up his arm and slid past the rags covering his forearm specifically; revealing his tacpad that remained strapped there. Over a secure network he sent a map of the capital city over the Saarishash network, specifically to all agents present on Gree; edited accordingly to show the movements of him and his men and their designated targets, escape routes, everything. If anything, Vestille was a man for fine details; everything had to be covered and have a fallback should the worst case scenario come to be. There was no room for error in times like these, the men under his command weren't as resilient as he was nor were they as zealous; were they to be captured, they would crack eventually and the guise would be shed, their true allegiances brought out into the open.

++ Kill as few as possible, Agent Thumahra. Spread your men out, fan them across the areas. We want attention.... investigation, not a crackdown. ++

"Marauder copies all. My men have been ordered to aim for wounding shots primarily. Briefing should be sent to your datapads now via secure network." Vestille stated through secure channels, his voice low as he and his men reached the end of their alleyway, their sights set on the various industrial complexes scattered in quite a high density. It was time for the performance to begin.

[member="Khaji Ri'Had"] | [member="Ardeth Zun"] | [member="Kor Vexen"]