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Initiative 12 [Galactic Empire Dominion of Lamaredd]

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L A M A R E D D
8 5 0 A B Y
Their mission was simple.

Inferno Squadron, officially known as 'Initiative 12', was assigned to be the spearhead for the Imperial invasion of Lamaredd. The elite TIE squadron would arrive a few hours before the Imperial fleet, most likely led by Vice Admiral [member="Gromm Cardan"]. The Imperial Navy had supplied them with old, TIE/ad Avengers that were mothballed centuries ago.

Ardross was a flight officer in the Starfighter Corp, and somehow managed to get into the elite squadron, smirking to himself as he flipped levers and pressed switches in his Avenger. The azure tunnel of hyperspace spilled a blue glow inside the cockpit. The man still remembered the legendary words by the grand moff when they were declared a Galactic Empire.

After eight hundred years of war, plague, and insurrection;

They would have peace.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Thanom"] | [member="Visser Chernykh"] | [member="Kayrce"]
 
L A M A R E D D
850 ABY

Avenge.

That had been the declaration upon which Initiative 12 had been established. Inferno squadron had been a rebirth for a handful of Imperial’s, a shift in priorities at the same time as the entire Empire reformed into what was to be it’s lasting legacy.

Kayrce was among those who had been issued into the joint venture by the branches of the Imperial system. Given executive direction she and many of the others within the squadron had flourished into an internal reputation.

It was to let the galaxy realise that reputation now as well.

A series of beeps and scattered comms gave indication that the small fighters, who were currently ripping through hyperspace were approaching their target of Lamaredd. She couldn’t help but feel the pride inside her. They were the vanguard, the poison to the traitors veins.

They were Inferno and they would set the galaxy alight.

[member="Ardross"]
 
I N F E R N O
Revenant. In many, old cultures, the term was reference to a spirit of the dead. A ghost or a phantom. An appropriately chosen callsign for the Chiss, an agent of the Imperial Intelligence. He was actually quite delighted when he received the holo communication from higher ups that he was selected for Initiative 12. Furthermore​ that the Remnant had finally had chosen reform itself into the third Galactic Empire. The dream of the most ancient line of Palpatine would continue on through them.

Now it was the time to avenge the death of their ancient Emperor. The destruction of the second Death Star platform and resulting defeat at Endor was nothing short of salt in the wound in the memory of most Imperials. It was a sort of poetic justice that, after centuries, the Republic that the Alliance fought so hard for collapsed like an atrophied limb. The Chiss hybrid smirked under his helmet. He admitted, piloting the TIE Avenger was a perfect choice as far as names, yet it was nothing like his old Bebaulb-22. Still, it was an honor to be flying alongside some of the new Empire's best.

He stared out the viewport of his TIE, watching stars streak by. Their first mission. The first drawing of enemy blood. And like a viper, they would strike. Glory to the Empire


[member="Ardross"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Kayrce"] | [member="Visser Chernykh"]​
 
[SIZE=11pt]Desmond watched as the blue swirls of hyperspace flew past him and numbed his mind. Like a great river the blue lights floated around, it was poetic in a sense. Flower lilies lost in a great stream. Something he had seen a thousand times, but still it amazed him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond and Purge squadron had been merged with Inferno around the time the Remnant had been made into the Empire. There was no sense in having two groups of special forces who did the same thing. Albeit Purge had been made of clones, while Inferno was a more diverse choice of recruits from only the best of Imperial special forces. So, it was that the clones of Purge found themselves in the new regime.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]More specifically one clone. Desmond C’artyom. Desmond heard something start beeping in his cockpit and knew it was almost time for reversion to begin. He flipped a few switches on the control consoles. Weapons hot, Engines prime, and shields optimal. The triple ace was ready for anything that came his way.[/SIZE]

[member="Thanom"]
[member="Kayrce"]
[member="Ardross"]
 
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| [member="Ardross"] | [member="Kayrce"] | [member="Thanom"] |

Avedia Lacroix, Inquisitor to the Empire, arrived on Lamaredd on board her personal ship named the Initium. Her purpose for landing on Lamaredd seemed to tie in with the Imperial occupation of the frozen, back watered world. After all, she was an Inquisitor, and with her status came the enacting of the Empire's will. If Lamaredd was to full into the clutches of the Galactic Empire, then surely one such as herself was here to see that it was done in a tight, and orderly fashion. But there in laid the great deception, for Avedia Lacroix was a Sith Lord, whose life as an Inquisitor was used to forward her personal agenda.

The Sith Lord had discovered that there was the possibility that a Sith Temple was located somewhere on the planet. Thus, whilst she operated on the behalf of the Empire to explain her presence on Lamaredd, the truth was that she desired to find the location of the rumoured temple. What secrets could it possibly possess? Why had the Sith come here of all places? These questions, and more, fueled Avedia's desire to discover the temple, and explore it, if it was real.

Tapping into the comms of the Inferno Squadron, Avedia said: "I require somewhere to land my ship. I am sure the Empire would be most appreciative if you could arrange a landing zone for me to land my ship, so I may continue with my mission."
 

Visser Chernykh

No one makes the hero bleed.
Lt. Visser Chernykh blazed through hyperspace in what was essentially an antique. Except the TIE/ad was every bit the fighter craft it was many years ago. Standards had changed but that didn't account for the Avenger being decades ahead of it's time. Another testament to the Empire.

It was so very good to behind the stick again. Everything he'd ever wanted had been restored. A Republic shot down in flames. An Empire resurgent.

Vis was now a member of an elite squadron. He couldn't believe his good fortune. Instead of drinking himself into the grave he was flying high. Now he had wings and a purpose again.

Lamaredd was a backrocket world in need of the Empire. He couldn't believe he was thinking that and yet he was. It would be a stabilizing influence and it would help them. It was growing on him, this idead of an Imperium.
 
II

The Tie slipped out of Hyperspace and the great orb that was Lamaredd dominated the viewport in front of Kayrce. She clicked her signal on the control panel, a simple ping that would indicate to any other Imperial ships that she had entered the system. They had been told to maintain radio silence, completely left to their own devices until they had completed the first stage of the operation.

Pulling the TIE forward she moved towards the zone that had been indicated by the Intel reports for the overly heavy traffic of shuttles that were moving too and from the planet. A large Bulk Freighter had all the room she needed. Outside of sensor range as yet and as slow as the largest of hulks the Bulk Freighter was the perfect cover as she rolled the TIE underneath the beast, hitting the compensators to allow her minimal control necessary over the balance systems.

Now all she had to do was ride the ship in, her fighter beneath it. Invisible to any sensor the native corporations may have put in place. All she had to do was wait.
 
Hyperspace would suddenly morph from a bright tunnel to hundreds of stars stretched across the void of space that slowly but surely retracted to their normal size, the planet of Lamaredd appearing out of seemingly nowhere in front of Ardross, or Vector as his callsign determined. Originally the man had been just a lowly squadron commander in the starfighter corps, but after a particularly spectacular dogfight over Hypori, he had been confusedly demoted to the rank of flight officer, but the twist came when he was assigned to the most elite squadron in the Empire, Inferno Squadron, by the Moff Council.

Short-range scanners began to pick up several unidentified signals moving towards the squadron as they individually reverted from hyperspace and made their way towards Lamaredd. Ardross pinged his wingman to form up on him before opening comms to the rest of the squadron "This is Vector, scopes are picking up enemy fighters. I'm moving into attack position to cover the rest of the squadron, over." He informed. The twin ion engines of the Avengers screeched loudly while Ardross and his wingman met the enemy squadron and began a heated dogfight to buy time for his squadron.

[member="Kayrce"] | [member="Thanom"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Visser Chernykh"] | [member="Avedia Lacroix"]
 
[SIZE=11pt]Desmond watched as the blue swirls began to dissipate and fade into real space. The blue lines that were stars passing by slowly came back to place. Almost immediately one of Inferno squadron picked up multiple enemy Starfighters. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Alright boys, let's make this quick shall we,” Desmond said in his rich Imperial accent. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He coasted along Ardross and prepared to engage. Weapons hot. Target locked. Missiles away. The first of his targets exploded in a great fireball. An enemy squadron sought to avenge their comrade and took up Desmond’s six. The Triple ace merely smirked. He gunned the Twin Ion Engines to just enough speed to make the enemies struggle then cut them completely off. The enemies panicked, attempting to decelerate, but it was already too late. They had sacrificed their rear to the Triple ace and he tore into them. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“DIE!” He shouted as he fired his laser cannons into the enemy positions. The laser fire hosed down two of the vessels as Desmond banked right to regroup with Ardross. The vessels shook and exploded as flames entered their cockpits or smoke trailed from their engines. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“That’s three already, but who’s counting?” The Chiss said arrogantly[/SIZE]

[member="Ardross"]
[member="Kayrce"]
[member="Visser Chernykh"]
[member="Avedia Lacroix"]
[member="Thanom"]
 

Visser Chernykh

No one makes the hero bleed.
Fenris pulled rear guard duties behind [member="Desmond C'artyom"]. While the Chiss boasted he failed to notice a pair of enemies using debris as a screen. Without a word he launched a pair of proton torpedoes into their 'burners. In less than two seconds they bloomed into great balls of fire and metal.

"You missed a couple, Space Jockey," he commented dryly "Oh, and that's two."

He banked his Avenger left and was already scanning for more targets. The distinctive hum of the twin ion engines greeted him. That made Fenris grin under his breath mask. A masterwork of engineering and design all these years later.

These natives seemed bush-league in comparison to the Empire's finest. No, they were bush-league, Fenris corrected himself.

[member="Ardross"] [member="Thanom"] [member="Avedia Lacroix"] @Kayrce
 
III

A warning indicator had flashed across her screen as the bulk cruiser and hitch along TIE had neared port; fighting had began above orbit and the local corporations had initiated the full shield wall over the planet potentially closing off hundreds of incoming and departing cargo ships. Fortunately for the Empire they now had feet on the ground.

Rolling the TIE fighter out from beneath the cruiser Kayrce banked hard into the cityscape beneath her. The tall structures of industry keeping her off the sensors for the wider sweeps as she relied on stealth of speed. She had already managed to allocate her target, a generator to the south of the city. Dabbed with the markings of the corporate hold over the planet it was the main power source for the shield. Secretly disguised as a back-up generator as to not attract attention it contained the main energy flow, a single detonation would send the entire shield into meltdown and leave the planet exposed to the elements of what ever the Empire could throw at them.

She dodged a large passenger ship, rolling the ship around it’s domed hull before lowering once more to near ground level. The large buildings beginning to fade as her ship made with all haste towards the generator.
 
2/20

A clearing was formed in the battle, and with it, Avedia seized her chance. Rearing the Initium to starport, the Sith Lord engulfed the shuttle in the flames of Lamaredd's atmosphere and begun her descent towards the planets surface. Her actions were guided by the Force, a more trustworthy source of knowledge that the instruments that would have guided a normal pilot out of the outer layers of Lamaredd's horizon and down into the frozen wastes below.

Pulling the ship up, Avedia reared the ship again and set it on course for the nearest village. Iced pellets rang against the hull of the Initium as the Sith Lord brought the ship around towards a landing zone, tapping into the planet's orbital satellites to pick the right place to land. One false move, and the Sith could have easily landed on one of Lamaredd's many ice peninsulars, or several feet of snow that would have made a take off next to impossible. However, with the right bearing and her own powers in the Force, Avedia finally arrived at a location was suitable enough.

When the landing gears of the shuttle touched down onto the blackened surface of one of Lamaredd's islands, Avedia powered down the ion engines and cooled down the instruments before her. Suddenly, the artificial lights above dimmed, leaving only a crimson hue to illuminate her beautiful features, as she and the Initium went dark.
 
3/20

Rising up from her seat, Avedia brushed her hand along the back of the pilots chair before making her way out of the cockpit and into the hallway. Inside the area was a series of ornaments and tapestries that her former Master had collected, but had never quite got rid of. Although expensive, they were worthless to the Sith, and for a brief moment, Avedia pondered as to why she kept them. She decided that it would have been a waste to get rid of them.

Selecting her Sith robe, Avedia pulled the garment over her body, draping herself entirely in black. Leaving the hood down for now, the Sith checked her hip and found her Lightsaber was still hanging there. Of course, she knew that it was there already, but she always checked first, as she had been taught to. Making her way to the shuttle bay doors, Avedia lifted her hand and typed in her security codes into the door pad situated on the left hand side of the doors. Placing the Initium into lock down mode, Avedia heard the PDF and stygium generators whirring to life somewhere in the ship. Satisfied, she turned and opened the doors with the Force.

Freezing air immediately assaulted the Sith Lord's face, her congealed breath being thrown and lost in the currents. Climbing out of the ship and into the snow, Avedia lifted the cowl of her robe over her heard and turned to look across the white expanse. Lifting her hand out into the air, the Sith Lord reached into the deep the dark side of the Force in search for the Sith Temple.
 
I N F E R N O

Thanom was skirting his TIE across the formation they had made out of hyperspace. He was looking across the plane for anymore enemy fighters before turning on his communication​. “Squadron, this is Revenant. It seems that our Inquisitor has left out an opening for us. I suggest we take her information. Form up and only split to cover one another from enemy fire.”

To be honest, he had not the slightest clue as to who was the Commanding Officer in the squadron. He was merely giving suggestions as far as tactics. Growing pains, as they used to say. He kept his Avenger in battle formation, knowing that what was attacking them was likely a first wave of many. His hope was to the make it to the surface and complete the objective in one piece. His heart pumped with adrenaline, as he was excited to have more field action than he had previously.

[member="Ardross"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Kayrce"] | [member="Visser Chernykh"] | [member="Avedia Lacroix"]​
 
Ship
1/20

It had been a long, long time since she or any of the other pilots of the original Rogue Squadron had seen combat. The last major offensive they had taken part in were the twin invasions of Geonosis, and that had been years ago. Since then the only flying she'd done had been in peacetime, and sims could only do so much to substitute for actual starfighter combat. And that had been before the Rebellion had more or less disbanded, the insurgent group in tatters and maintaining only loose connections to one another through still-functioning private and encrypted comms. It was those secret channels she had made use of recently, calling on a few old faces to see who would show in the outskirts of what had once been Rebellion space.

There was no surprise when scant few answered, and [member="Thane Drexel"], former Benefactor of the Rebellion and Rogue 2, had been one of few to answer. Most recently the two had docked their fighters on the world of Lamaredd, the planet hovering just outside of what had once been familiar, friendly territory for the both of them. They had just been wandering through the city without much to do with their time, not much to do now that their responsibilities had effectively evaporated from the face of the galaxy. Her standing as Commander of the Starfighter Corps within the Alliance was all but meaningless now, but it was still a title she wore with pride, old Rebellion bomber jacket still worn proudly with the red starbird emblazoned across the back.

Then the alarm had been raised and the local fighter defense had been scrambled, and she knew that the days of stagnation were at an end. Putting a hand on Thane's shoulder she jerked her head in the direction of the spaceport where their fighters were docked, taking off at a dead sprint without waiting for a verbal response on his part. It had been a long while since she'd been this keyed up, and even longer since she'd been so excited about getting behind the stick again. Seasoned veteran though she may have been, all those who had once been her comrades knew she was capable of acting just like a child when it came to getting up in the air.

Her fingers tapped restlessly on her thighs as she waited for the ladder to descend from within the wing of the ship, and the speed at which she scrambled into the cockpit was unprecedented, the ladder once more retracting within the ship itself. There was no time to zip into her flightsuit, and so she settled for pulling the helmet over her head and clipping it into place, an interface materializing on the inside of the visor that she couldn't perceive thanks to her lack of eyes and physical sight. With robotic precision she ran through the pre-flight checks, flipping switches and pressing buttons without thought.

Slowly the lid of the cockpit lowered and hissed into place, pressure equalizing as she was finally given the green light. Pulling up on the yoke she took off, her pace measured until she was finally clear of the spaceport, taking off at breakneck speed towards the last reported coordinates of the enemy and local fighters. "This is Rogue Leader. All wings report in." It felt good to be home.

[member="Avedia Lacroix"], [member="Kayrce"], [member="Visser Chernykh"], [member="Desmond C'artyom"], [member="Ardross"]
 
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Ship: AMF


It had been some time since he'd seen his old CO. Thane, even being the Benefactor of the Rebels, was still under the command of the beautiful, yet snarky, Juwiela. Lamaredd had been their rendezvous point, for the call to action was great. The Planet was in need, and its need was to rebel. Thane was sitting on the ledge of his cockpit as Juwls entered her own fighter. He slid into place behind the controls and keyed the hatch to close. As he strapped in, the cockpit hissed as the airlock sealed him in. The start up sequence had begun and the lights, sounds and...ooh...smells...leftover from before. Fitted with the secondary loadout, he keyed the comms and checked in.

"Rogue Two, checking in. Nice to see you again good looking."

As the engines fired, Thane pressed the throttle and ascended into the skies of Lamaredd. Circling around he fell into attack position alongside his wing mates.

[member="Juwiela Melec"] @Avexia Lacroix [member="Kayrce"] [member="Visser Chernykh"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Ardross"]
 
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Folding her arms into her sleeves, Darth Vupua stood beneath the hull of the Initium, which served as a makeshift shelter from the torrential assault of falling snow and ice that whipped around the Sith Lord. Every now and then snow would sting her eyes, forcing her to blink furiously. Although it hurt her, Darth Vupua did not shy away from the pain that she felt. Pain is temporary, the Force shall set me free, the Sith thought to herself, echoing the teachings gifted to her by her late Sith Master.

The dark side of the Force flowed around Darth Vupua, responding to her senses, making her hyperaware to her surroundings. She felt her own pain amplified by her powers; the raging battle, as Inferno Squadron bent Lamaredd to the Empire's will; and the death of Imperial and pirates alike, as Lamaredd begun to fall into the hands of the resurgent Galactic Empire. Concentrating, Vupua reached further, into the depths of Lamaredd itself, in search of knowledge.

And that's when she felt it. The dark side of the Force was strong on this planet. The Force was telling her where to go. Nodding to herself, Vupua turned, her feelings telling her that she would require one of her most prized possessions for the journey ahead.
 
5/12

Back inside the Initium, Vupua turned around and select one of the ornaments that stood on the ships walls. She found a button beneath the vase. Pressing down, the Sith turned to the compartment as it opened and walked forward as the draw slid open, revealing what was inside the space. The Portable Dampening Field hummed, as energy surged its way through it's systems, powering up the device. Colloquially known as the PDF, the machine was a prototype developed by a minor technological developer called Chandrila DataTech. It was invented by Alicia Drey, an inventor who shared her people's love of technology. When activated, the PDF would create a dampening field around the innards of the ship, making it impossible for an outsider to scan it's contents. It was very useful for smuggling contraband, something that the previous owner of the Initium had designed it do.

Dampening fieldings were not shields, however, and so Vupua easily slid her hand into the invisible field to retrieve one of the three Holocrons that were sat before her. She felt her hair rise up, caught up in the static of the invisible dampening field, as she coiled her fingers around the Holocron of Heresies and picked it up. Stowing the miniature, ruby red pyramid inside her robes, Vupua turned, pressed the button under the vase and turned to watch the PDF as it slid back into the hidden compartment, re-concealing Darth Revan's Sith Holocron and the Apocrypha of the Horde.

Satisfied that at least two her most valuable possessions were concealed again, Vupua turned and re-exited the ship to begin her pilgrimage to the long lost Temple of Lamaredd.
 
6/12

Hours had passed by the Sith Lord as she trudged her way forward in the torrential storms of Lamaredd. Any lesser of Human would have succumbed and died to such conditions, for the Human anatomy was not built to survive something like this. But Darth Vupua was a Dark Lord of the Sith, whose powers allowed her to fend off the freezing, deadly cold around her. The dark side of the Force worked it's way through her veins, supplying her with strength and power, all the while fueled by her hatred.

Stopping in her tracks, Vupua looked over her shoulder, watching what was behind her beneath the cowl of her robe. She observed her own footprints becoming quickly filled up by the snow that was raining down from above. The Initium was long gone, the distance and darkness so vast that the Sith could no longer see it. She was not lost, however. The Force had told her where to go, and when she consulted with it a second time, as she had done back when she had been standing beneath her ship, it would tell her how to get back to the Initium. For Vupua had surrendered herself to the pull of the dark side long ago, and when she had done so, she had made it her own property.

Turning back around, Vupua continued to walk, guided only by the power of the Force. Somewhere in the vast expanse she could feel the Sith Temple. The rumours that it was merely a myth, some type of legend conjured by a great liar, had been quashed by the Sith Lord's power in the Force. No, the Sith Temple did exist, and it was somewhere on Lamaredd.
 

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