Samka Derith
Decitus Ren
[SIZE=11pt]The First Order expands ever further into their once home among the Unknown Regions. A short distance away from Zonama Sekot, the First Order has spotted an anomaly in a system of total darkness. Ships have been travelling to and from a system with no sun and no warmth. The Spires of Hell are an ancient ruin. Otherwise empty rocks of dust, the only intriguing features being the immense spires towering into orbit, the products of technology the rest of the galaxy has long since lost. Their now primitive population lives within a lone spire, kept fed and alive by technology they no longer understand. But perhaps not all there are the primitives they seem to be...[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]1. Bring Hell[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]They thought they could hide from us here, worthless insects who fear the warmth of civilisation…[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Our conquests have picked up many people opposed to our way of life, particularly from our first wave of assaults against the Galactic Alliance. These movements have been, by and large, stomped out with ruthless efficiency. However a list remains of resistance elements who have evaded authorities. Until now. The FOSB has identified an outpost of theirs here among the spires. To ensure their secrecy, they have hidden in the most extreme elements. There is little gravity, no sunlight and no breathable atmosphere which will prove to be an intense and difficult combat challenge to the most experienced of combat veterans. Purge these vermin from the galaxy and uncover any clues within the outpost to further enemy locations.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]2. Shed Light[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]What people exist here are naive, utterly cut off from the galaxy. Whether they have had any contact with the outside galaxy remains to be seen. They live solely within the Bluespire on the moon of Athelvai. How the habit is sustainable is of great interest to the First Order’s scientists. To learn the secrets of the system, we must gain the alignment of the locals to obtain full access by our researchers. It would be preferable that we remain on good terms. We should be prepared for any reaction to our appearance by the local people. To them we are an advanced alien civilisation and that tends to bring out an emotive response, friendly or hostile.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]3. Clear the Space Lanes[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Our initial expedition, a lightly armed science vessel has sent a distress beacon from near the Spires of Hell. Final transmission claims they were intercepted by a large fleet and boarded by Chiss pirates. While numerous Chiss warbands have appeared in the Unknown regions since the collapse of the Iron Empire, it is rare to have them appear so close to our space. Show them the error of their ways and save our crew.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]4. BYOO[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]As always, the First Order has a great many objectives and designs while expanding its borders. Feel free to create your own.[/SIZE]
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Jedi Padawan Dahina
Resistance Outpost - Within dead Spire on Dark One
It was hard to have hope in times like these. The First Order's pursuit was relentless. No sooner had it felt like this place had become liveable did they have to leave. Reaching out to the Force was of little comfort, this system was so... empty. So cold and dark, not from the Dark Side of the Force but from the sheer absence of anything. Her Masters told the Twi'lek apprentice that the Force flowed through all things, the rocks and dust around them included but it was hard to take comfort in. There was no feeling of death just... absence of life.
Dahina sighed and reached up to play with her lekku only to bump her hand into the helmet covering her head. Right. Full atmospheric body suits, the only way to survive down here. Perhaps it was good the First Order was coming in its own way, they could finally leave this mess. A world without a sun would be a place the First Order could never find us, they had said and yet the Imperials were knocking on the doorstep. In the future, they may as well hide somewhere nicer.
"How's it going, Rii?" Her coms crackled to hail the Aqualish engineer. Rii was working only a few yards ahead of her on a Starship but was visible only by the bright beam of light emitting atop the Jedi's helmet.
A few growls and grunts made the response. Always grouchy.
There was nothing for her to do but oversee the evacuation. With any luck the Chiss fleet they summoned would make enough of a distraction for them to make it out of here, that and the battle droids. Droids didn't need to breath, they could generate their own heat and had their own way of traversing the low gravity terrain. The droids would have a fighting advantage here against any organic attackers.
Dahina inhaled deeply, ill advised with the limited oxygen but it helped her focus on her meditation. It would not be long until the Imperial ground forces arrived to flush them out and she must be ready for them.
Resistance Outpost - Within dead Spire on Dark One
It was hard to have hope in times like these. The First Order's pursuit was relentless. No sooner had it felt like this place had become liveable did they have to leave. Reaching out to the Force was of little comfort, this system was so... empty. So cold and dark, not from the Dark Side of the Force but from the sheer absence of anything. Her Masters told the Twi'lek apprentice that the Force flowed through all things, the rocks and dust around them included but it was hard to take comfort in. There was no feeling of death just... absence of life.
Dahina sighed and reached up to play with her lekku only to bump her hand into the helmet covering her head. Right. Full atmospheric body suits, the only way to survive down here. Perhaps it was good the First Order was coming in its own way, they could finally leave this mess. A world without a sun would be a place the First Order could never find us, they had said and yet the Imperials were knocking on the doorstep. In the future, they may as well hide somewhere nicer.
"How's it going, Rii?" Her coms crackled to hail the Aqualish engineer. Rii was working only a few yards ahead of her on a Starship but was visible only by the bright beam of light emitting atop the Jedi's helmet.
A few growls and grunts made the response. Always grouchy.
There was nothing for her to do but oversee the evacuation. With any luck the Chiss fleet they summoned would make enough of a distraction for them to make it out of here, that and the battle droids. Droids didn't need to breath, they could generate their own heat and had their own way of traversing the low gravity terrain. The droids would have a fighting advantage here against any organic attackers.
Dahina inhaled deeply, ill advised with the limited oxygen but it helped her focus on her meditation. It would not be long until the Imperial ground forces arrived to flush them out and she must be ready for them.
Bluespire - Athelvia, moon above Dark One
The Aaroun had waited a long time for this moment. Outsiders who had named themselves The First Order had contacted the matriarch. From there the civilians were told - aliens are coming. The streets were busy, decorated, welcoming. Bands had practised to greet the newcomers amid much pomp and circumstance yet and aura of nervousness remained throughout Bluespire. The Aaroun knew of life from other worlds, they had contact every so often. Their own folk stories even claimed the felines themselves had descended from the stars. But none had contacted them in the way this First Order had done so. A greeting and an invitation to join an empire. The opportunities were limitless, to finally rejoin the galactic community and reemerge from the darkness but what if the offer came at too great a price? That question sent a shudder down the spine of every citizen of Bluespire.
Who were The First Order? Were they a good people? Or would they bring ruin to their isolated civilisation? The Aaroun lined the streets waiting for the Imperial delegation with equal parts anticipation and fear.
The Aaroun had waited a long time for this moment. Outsiders who had named themselves The First Order had contacted the matriarch. From there the civilians were told - aliens are coming. The streets were busy, decorated, welcoming. Bands had practised to greet the newcomers amid much pomp and circumstance yet and aura of nervousness remained throughout Bluespire. The Aaroun knew of life from other worlds, they had contact every so often. Their own folk stories even claimed the felines themselves had descended from the stars. But none had contacted them in the way this First Order had done so. A greeting and an invitation to join an empire. The opportunities were limitless, to finally rejoin the galactic community and reemerge from the darkness but what if the offer came at too great a price? That question sent a shudder down the spine of every citizen of Bluespire.
Who were The First Order? Were they a good people? Or would they bring ruin to their isolated civilisation? The Aaroun lined the streets waiting for the Imperial delegation with equal parts anticipation and fear.
Orbit close to Dark One
The First Order science vessel assigned to scout the system had met with an unlucky fate. A Chiss warlord fleet lured by the false promises by the resistance fighters had taken them prisoner. The First Order ship remained locked in place by an enemy tractor beam, any direct bombardment of the Star Destroyer could cost the First Order crew their lives. A few of the Imperial crew have already been killed, several have been taken on board the Star Destroyer to meet the insane Chiss leader as he evaluates their worth.
Guarding their Star Destroyer is a mash up of ships coming from the underworld, native Chiss designs and even one or two ships scavenged from the defunct Iron Empire. Corvettes, frigates and cruisers lay stationary, awaiting further orders. Fighter squadrons circled around waiting for their cue to return to their hangers. Many of the Chiss wanted to leave with their prize while they could. The warlord had other ideas, he waited to see what the First Order would do, whether they would send a greater prize for him to take.
If the system is to be secure for the First Order, the enemy fleet must be destroyed, captured or routed. The lives of the remaining science crew should be preserved if possible. Their sacrifice shall not be in vain.
The First Order science vessel assigned to scout the system had met with an unlucky fate. A Chiss warlord fleet lured by the false promises by the resistance fighters had taken them prisoner. The First Order ship remained locked in place by an enemy tractor beam, any direct bombardment of the Star Destroyer could cost the First Order crew their lives. A few of the Imperial crew have already been killed, several have been taken on board the Star Destroyer to meet the insane Chiss leader as he evaluates their worth.
Guarding their Star Destroyer is a mash up of ships coming from the underworld, native Chiss designs and even one or two ships scavenged from the defunct Iron Empire. Corvettes, frigates and cruisers lay stationary, awaiting further orders. Fighter squadrons circled around waiting for their cue to return to their hangers. Many of the Chiss wanted to leave with their prize while they could. The warlord had other ideas, he waited to see what the First Order would do, whether they would send a greater prize for him to take.
If the system is to be secure for the First Order, the enemy fleet must be destroyed, captured or routed. The lives of the remaining science crew should be preserved if possible. Their sacrifice shall not be in vain.