Iron Veil; Imperial Confederation Dominion of Aargau

[ARC-94194]

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Private First Class ARC-94194 - Imperial Stormtrooper Corps​

Equipment: Mark/IX "Katarn" Armour (Yularen-Pattern) - DC-17m Weapon System​

Location: Unknown Equatorial Desert, Aargau​

Status: Objective I - The Map Room Dawns​

No matter the planet or the temperature, deserts were always something that Ninety-Four loathed with a passion. It wasn't just the sand which, by the way, got everywhere; but the complete lack of life and places to hide, it made his job even more difficult than it should've been. But on the other hand, it made it so that his enemy stood out like a sore thumb - their white clothing and equally white hair being noticed in no time at all.

The newly promoted ARC trooper had been watching the Echani warriors for the last seven hours, ever since their ships arrived. A few facial recognition scans sent to Imperial Command discovered that they were a group of mercenaries known as the White Wardens, upstarts that were trying to dilute the legendary reputation of the Golden Company. One question that kept popping into the clone's mind was why would an Echani PMC coincidentally arrive at the site of his objective around the same time as him? His nose shrivelled up, knowing full well that the question would bother him until he got an answer.

With a long, drawn-out sigh, he activated his helmet's comlink and uttered the words that would likely be the destruction of the White Wardens:

"ARC Nine-Four-One-Nine-Four to Imperial High Command - Enemy presence confirmed at Echo Oscar. Code Extinction One-One-Three-Eight."

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Objectives:

1. 
   The Map Room Dawns - Archival records in the Imperial Palace detail the presence of one of the late Emperor's Observatories on Aargau, as well as its contents: star charts revealing numerous hidden hyperlanes throughout the Core and beyond. A preliminary force of ARC troopers sent to scout the site has discovered the presence of a PMC originating from Eshan known as the White Wardens. Wipe them out, but do well to remember that the high chancellor wants survivors.
   
2. 
   The Occupation - Vulpter is an industrial world that made significant contributions to the New Republic's war production. Many Corporations who have been involved in Imperial Confederated Systems state contracts claim to have no involvement with the theft and distribution of classified material regarding Imperial Designs to the New Republic. The Imperial Security Bureau has secured warrants from the Imperial Confederated Systems' Supreme Court for the arrest of several Company executives on suspicion of having committed espionage it will be the Agent's duties to investigate and discover the extent of the criminal espionage, all the while winning the hearts and minds of the planet's starving populace. The war is over, but the scars remain.
   
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   Bring Your Own Objective
   

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau
Location: Vulpter Benoga
Objective: Two Rest for the Weary

Unclear of any true objective, Seto drummed his fingers along his desk, a true sign of a man with unrelenting boredom. There were plenty of work needed to get done on the planet Vulpter, and yet most of the work relied on the construction teams and engineering corps of the Core Imperial Army. Truthfully Seto was given an objective, something more directed to his talents, and on his desk projected several warrants of possible Businessmen that committed criminal acts of espionage on behave of the newly defunct New Republic.

The crime itself was hardly consequential, as the young Commissioner Seto doubted the Imperial Navy was at any risk of what remained of Republic forces within the Core. Though of course this assumed guilty verdicts on all suspects, and while Seto believed in the idea of innocent until proven guilt. Well, his time spent with the Inquisitorial Order of the old empire taught him plenty on the perspective of the 'guilty'.

"None are innocent, not in our courts, for if proven innocent you are guilty of wasting our time." Seto spoke the famed words of an old decrepit Inquisitor. His new office echoed his words, no furniture or rugs absorbed any of his voice as he had none within this office.

But unlike much of the city around him, Seto enjoyed the luxury of scrubbed clean air and constant electricity. And being healthy. Seto noted that this planet still suffered greatly from pollution of both the mining operations and factory chemicals being spilled at liberty. His memory though continued where while some Republic resources went into assisting the planet proper, it lacked any real impact to the people of Vulpter.

With a soft sigh, Seto grabbed his data-slate and headed back down stairs, the once great city of Benoga awaited him in all its glory.

The native species of Vulpter were a hardy punch, the Vulptereen survived much of the toxic environment even before any help of the galaxy came in to assist them, but even their bodies possessed limits. With the galactic upheaval and constant chaotic nature of the Core worlds, their situation grew worse and much of the population, both Vulptereen and all others, survived barely by the skin of their teeth. Through almost no help by the Captain of Industries, they themselves realized that a planet could only survive so far as the population continues to scrape on living.

Minuscule support, small time reconstruction of major cities and the likes, but even the attempt of providing company owned cities to the dilapidated population of Vulpter proved too much to even consider past the tiny amounts of help already given to them. Now with the Core Imperials providing aid, the first step was to set up a base of operations and with the once great city Benoga, if they could rebuild the city to a shinning become of hope, than perhaps the rest of the population can believe in their government once again.

Hordes of citizens crowed the decayed city ruins, with news of the Imperials setting up Aid Tents and quick restorations of hospitals and food hand-outs, quickly all that were able to move, headed for their new Imperial friends. Parents finding hope that their children this time may survive to adulthood, while other parents simply wanted their guilt of ever bringing their children into such life of despair and hopelessness to be finally removed. Perhaps, just perhaps the nightmare the people of Vulpter may finally end and they could wake up to a better morning.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Captain Marriskcal Lati,
Commissariat for State Security & Force-Related Affairs
Objective: #2; Rest for the Weary
Location: Benoga, Vulpter
Interacting with: [member="Seto Du Couteau"]

Another day, another world.

A young woman clad in the black and white uniform of the Commissariat stood before the ceiling high glasteel panel of the lobby, her gaze taking in the skyline of the decaying capital of Benoga. Were she a sentimental creature, Marriskcal would have likened the flamelike glow of ember that bled into crimsons and violets to a stunning sunset one would find on an ocean world. But as beautifully painted as its skies may seem, its colours were artificial and toxic, born of millennia worth of pollution.

Around her, officers of the same division and stormtroopers alike were slowly dispersing as they made their way into the city proper to help with aid distribution. Her own mission briefing has been simple and straightforward, and while she would prefer to remain faceless and nameless, the blonde knew that her position has changed from when she used to be a Guard. For Marriskcal may not like wandering away from the shadows, but when her brother graced her with a soft curve of his lips and a gleam of pride in his eyes, it made the discomfort of having eyes on her person vanish.

So here she stood, looking every part of her position as captain and a highborn lady with the white collar of her shirt stiff and neat, stark against the black of her jacket and long skirt as she waited for her brother. In a place of such… lack, it was best to dress in the somberness of a uniform. Even with her own limited understanding, this was something that the blonde knew for her campaigns of before. But before her thoughts could meander any further, her senses rousing as it touched a familiar aura.

Marriskcal pivoted on the heels of her boots, greeting her brother with a vivid smile as she made her way to his side. “Seto, are we ready to leave yet?” Curling an arm around his own, she peered down curiously at the dataslate in his other hand. “Are there any updates as to the investigations?” Considering how frail and desperate its people were, and how polluted its earth and air were, the blonde doubted there were any executives in this world whose hands are clean.

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau
Location: Vulpter Benoga
Objective: Two Rest for the Weary
Interacting with: [member="Marriskcal Lati"]

The city grew with more and more emotions, Seto all the while could feel the immense pressure slowly building up and the cascading down pour of the despair and hopelessness awaited him the moment he stepped outside. The Force granted the young Du Couteau heir many possibilities,a tool to use for nearly any problem, but the sensitivity to the strong emotions of the masses he would have rathered enjoyed without. Seto held no ill will to the people of Vulpter, rather the quicker they could calm and provide a sense of ease the better it would feel and any future headaches the Force gave him would drastically be minimized.

Seto momentarily relaxed inwards, Marr had always been one to offer much in the way of reprieve like a lost boat in a middle of storm and the sight of a lighthouse brings a sort of certainty and assurance that there was a place of refugee. Not unlike the efforts of the Core Imperials bringing aid and assistance to Vulpter proper. Though, we need to maintain some professionalism while on duty. Seto mused but minded little of Marr putting her arm through his own, like a chainlink to keep the other from slipping to far into the abyss of despair.

“Yes, we’re heading out now.” Seto quickly answered, his lips twitched into a smile for his sister, but his eyes remained on his data-slate. “-Our investigators and specialists have zeroed on several locations and plans of capture had begun to be organized.” Seto commentated, his mind though raced with far more disturbing thoughts. We cannot risk information leak and we need to find if they have indeed spied on us for the sake of the Republic.

Seto sighed, his smile turned into an unamused line as he lowered his data-slate and gave Marr more of his attention. Lingering thoughts paused him from offering his full attention to his sister, “-We’re going to check on the efforts of the Aid Work and see how things truly become here on this planet.” Seto explained their plans for the day. Unless there were serious concerns with the capture of any of the Executives, Seto determined himself to make sure the people of Vulpter knew who were helping them to make a better life.

Seto prepared for the torrential downpour of the living Force swirled with despair and desperation that awaited him out among the city of Benoga.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Captain Marriskcal Lati,
Commissariat for State Security & Force-Related Affairs
Objective: #2; Rest for the Weary
Location: Benoga, Vulpter
Interacting with: [member="Seto Du Couteau"]

The young woman nodded lightly at his words, calm and placid despite the butterflies and static that reverberated through his presence. Such a worrier, she thought fondly of the other even as she patted him gently on the same arm she was holding on to.

“Mhm! I have their features memorised and our armours moved to the transport shuttle, just in case~” Of course, if it was possible, Marriskcal hoped that the teams assigned to collect those corrupt executives would be able to accomplish their objectives with nary a difficulty. But she believed in being prepared for any eventualities. With her usual vivacity, the blonde drew Seto along with her, waving her other arm in front of the entrance’s sensor in her impatience to get a swift start to their day.

As the twin set of doors parted with a hiss, the acrid burn of ash and chemical greeted the two siblings. Wrinkling her nose in distaste, Marriskcal ignored the sour bitter tang that lingered in the air as she continued to make their way towards the group of aid workers and colleagues waiting for them.

“We are only able to provide what little succour we can to ease their suffering,” she spoke quietly, unable to determine whether her words were for her brother or for herself. The miasma of resentment and misery hung low and heavy, the testimony of decades upon decades of suffering that Vulpter has endured. Their aid was merely momentary, to give its people a sliver of hope and chase away some of the dark cloud of their desolation.

This would not be the first time Marriskcal would step on a world devastated by war, nor would it be her last.

It was futile to want to do more.

Even with the imperium’s aid, the devastation of Vulpter was not something that could be reversed in weeks, or even months.

“We will just have to do the best we can with what we have,” she echoed her earlier words, allowing it to trail into nothingness as she crafted a painted smile for the people they would be working alongside for the day, her veneer perfect. Her eyes were wide with faux cheer as its flickered over the small gathering and the skyline of their surroundings, her presence restrained.

“Forgive us for the delay. We had to make some arrangements on our end before we could join you.”

 

[Huxy]

Captain Vic, "Viper"​

Commissariat​

Location: Benoga, Vulpter​

Objective: #2; Rest for the Weary​

Interacting With: [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"]​

Status: Neutral​

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From one industrial cesspool of toxicity and pollution, to another. From him home of Nyeon, to this world of Vulpter.

It was the same, it would always be the same.

His once brown jacket was now turned to an onyx black, the built-in tuning and user-modification settings of the jacket he wore to allow for such things. The orange lights glazed outwards, it's light hitting the curves and sharp angles of his face, reflecting off into the formation of ambient light. Vic found this Imperial Regime, this Core Imperial Confederation as a strange thing. He didn't care for governments, he never did, he never would. Nyeon had poisoned his thoughts of such institutions where were supposedly 'helpful' and 'of the people, for the people.' He knew better, all administration's cared about one thing and that was to keep their power. Such as here on this alien world, with toxic skies and acid rains which fell from time-to-time.

Looking to his left, Vic's cybernetic spheres caught sight of two individuals approaching, one a man, the other a woman who wore a skirt. Rolling his optics at the display, the commissariat cursed to himself under his breath. He was expecting proffesionalisim, not dress-up time. They were helping people, so they needed to be dressed for it...not flaunting around their wealth.

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau
Location: Vulpter Benoga
Objective: Two Rest for the Weary
Interacting with: [member="Marriskcal Lati"]
Nearby: [member="Kraken Society"]

"You know me too well," Seto commentated, 'just in case' indeed was something the young Du Couteau heir lived by for a while, though most of his precautions surrounded his clothing. Spare clothes, ties and emergency cleaning supplies, but the armour was certainly a plus as more and more Seto returned to his state of uncaring of what he wore. Even if it covered my chosen attire.

The atmosphere of the planet radiated diseases and sickness, a planet on the verge of losing all its living inhabitants and life sustainable ecosystem. Not that the planet would mind ridding itself of such pests that continued to desecrate said planet with mining and landfills of waste. But of course Seto worried, the planet was to be apart of the Imperium, and if such planet would to become nothing but a death world under their watch, it would not be a pleasant News cycle on the Holo-Net.

Seto watched passively the last of the materials loaded and many of the Imperial Relief and Aid Workers nodding to Marr's words of apologies and quickly readying themselves to leave. The order had already been given to head out upon the logistic officer's confirmation, and Seto peering back to his data-slate nodded to Marr and headed into their speeder to be taken over to Benoga's Distribution Point. "Let us make head way and focus on keeping this operation moving as smooth as possible for as long as possible."

The City itself was littered with decayed buildings, rotted structures and thousands of unknown homes to countless of inhabitants, ripe for crime and extreme destitution for those living among the rubble of their once great city. The Main town square made for perfect distribution center of both aid and security check points and that was were Seto directed the pilot to land them and inspect personally the state of their efforts. Though from the swaths of beings all attempting to push past countless of Security Check Points, the sight itself only drew more worry from Seto.

"Pray for the best, prepare for the worst as they say. . ." Seto sighed, his words only bringing a bemused expression in his attempt to lighten his mood.

 

[Mellifluous Magenta]

Private First Class ST-00/0666, “Beast”
Post 1
Objective 1, The Map Room Dawns
Equipment: Mk. IX Katarn-Class Battle Armor, w/ JT-12 Jetpack, Liquid Cable Launcher, VB-113 “Tidefall” Class Vibroblade, Wrist-Mounted ACS-207 Cryo-Ban Gun, K-22/02 “Lance” Battle Rifle, 2 Class A Thermal Detonators
Location: Unknown Equatorial Desert, Aargau
[member="CT-94194"] [member="Lynda Dorn"]

In the stark openness of the desert, the best idea that Beast could come up with for cover was lying prone within a small depression in order to present the smallest possible profile to any errant gazes in her direction. For the past few hours, the small squad of ARC troopers had been stalking the movements upstart mercenary company along the edges of the archaeological site. As of yet, none had determined what they were there for. However, their arrival at the ARC team’s objective could not have been a coincidence. There was something very valuable within the site, and under the circumstances, it seemed that the only way to find out what it was would be to fight for it.

After loading a single slug into her heavy rifle, Beast sighted the weapon and designated a pair of targets for herself. With the potent penetration capabilities of the Lance, she was confident that she could eliminate two of the mercenaries with a single shot, as long as they stayed put in their positions.

When the order to engage from Command came down, she would be ready.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Captain Marriskcal Lati,
Commissariat for State Security & Force-Related Affairs
Objective: #2; Rest for the Weary
Location: Distribution Point, Benoga, Vulpter
Interacting with: [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Kraken Society"]

The young woman stood in silently by her brother’s side even as the last of the food rations and medication crates were accounted for and moved onto the shuttle. While she remained idle as they waited for the announcement to move out, her senses were keen and focused on their vicinity.

So when a wisp of faded grey-green – distaste – coloured the Force, her blue eyes flickered away from watching the proceedings and alighted unerringly on an unfamiliar form standing a distance away. From the lack of uniform and the worn attire he wore, to the hauntedlean look of his profile and waryjaded feel of his presence, she presumed he was one of their newer recruits. Already inured to having people and subordinates alike concealing sentiments of aversion and fear towards her, Marriskcal merely gave him a small smirk in response before she followed behind her brother towards their speeder.

“That would be your headache to deal with. My job is just to smile and be helpful,” she quipped back, using both of her index fingers to push the corners of her lips until she formed a perfectly fake gentle smile for her brother. She had never once been requested to provide succour before, and had only observed from afar the few times she came close enough to a one, so this was yet another new experience for her.

How difficult could it be?

The skeletons of once proud skyscrapers and crumbling duracrete walls were all that was left of the capital. And perhaps if Marriskcal was a creature whose emotional spectrum were more nuanced and multifaceted, she would have been distraught by the sight of such devastation. But Vulpter was just another world ravaged by the realities of war, and the blonde has walked amongst too many ruins of too many worlds. To her, it was just another day.

Desperation. Anger. Misery. Fear.

The emotions emanating from the beings gathered were like a relentless torrent, their voiceless scream resonating through the Force. But as many and as loud as they were, the people of Benoga could not hope to match the perfect storm that was Coruscant. With the ease of one who was used to being barraged by unwanted thoughts and undesired emotions, Marriskcal ignored them in favour of the work ahead.

“There, there~ They already have a system in place, so you only need to supervise and see what else they may need in the near future,” she said, consoling her brother. “As for me… I think I was asked to provide assistance to ensure that nothing gets out of hand…?” Marriskcal furrowed her brows in thought, unsure her instructions meant that she was supposed to ensure the refugees behaved or if she was supposed to aid them to getting to the right area.

 

[Huxy]

Captain Vic, "Viper"
Commissariat
Location: Benoga, Vulpter
Objective: #2; Rest for the Weary
Interacting With: [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"]
Status: Neutral
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Cybernetic spheres analyzed the woman's face, finding as though something was amiss with her. Vic himself couldn't place it, though the readings his optics were feeding into his mind were strange. It was as though she knew somehow of his distaste for her, or at least, knew of his disinterest. It was because of that smirk, that small and prideful, boastful smirk. He had seen it before on Nyeon, from those corporate officials in the works who worked people to death with no regard for their well-being. The man knew it was because of one central reason, they knew something that other's did not and they reveled in it. They believed that they themselves were so superior, it was disgusting. Though the Viper hadn't expected to be rid of such a thing, he was surprised nonetheless to see such a personality issue present itself when off from his home-world of Nyeon. He had at the least, expected for people to be different from those whom he had known.

Apparently not.

Vic followed into the speeder behind his two fellow commissars. His eyes took in the ruined buildings and crumbling infrastructure as back-ground noise, he was distracted with other things. The man's optics were pulling up heads-up display information in front of his eyes, information that only he could see. Reflections of it were visible in the clean metallic, deceptively organic appearing eyes, showing only screens of reds and blues, nothing else. The Viper was checking on information from his homeworld since he had left. Though he did despise the place, he cared for people there...they were criminals, yes, though he considered them as his own family. His perspective was flooded with holographic squares of information and news headlines on the right side, while the left side was pre-occupied with other less-savory information.

When the speeder had come to a stop, the digitally pulled up holo-information washed away in a shower of dust and hexagonal particles, vanishing into nothing. The Viper made his way out of the vehicle, looking among the mess of security checkpoints.

Trade one chit-hole for another chit-hole, fething hell.

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau
Location: Vulpter Benoga
Objective: Two Rest for the Weary
Interacting with: [member="Marriskcal Lati"]
Nearby: [member="Kraken Society"]

Cognizant of the growing desperation that emitted clearly from the thousands upon thousands of citizens of Vulpter, while the chaotic nature of the grand City Planet Coruscant offered Seto plenty of experience with clambering of the deafening Force presences on said planet. On Vulpter proper, now within the city of Benoga, the intensity and focus of the pure dread and despair that flourished and raked across nearly everyone nearby, well Seto continued to brace himself with each new crashing wave of anguish that reverberated through the Force.

​Perhaps a consequence of never enjoying the battlefield.

The City Square was a mixture of temporary buildings, tents and countless of Aid Workers that all walked quick and with purpose. Running back and forth would only present an outward appearance of disorder and panic, the impressive focus and state of mind for such workers was admirable and Seto felt their presence in the Force as calm sound of a viola performing their melody and being the threads that weaved the entire operation together.

"Let us make way to the more precarious part of the Imperial Aid Effort here," Seto suggested as he found himself a bit more poised now that he'd been washed over by the torrent of despair that continued to be emitted from the crowds surrounding them.

Seto calmly approached a recently constructed building that appeared far above normal standards of both protection and personnel, this place was to house both potential Force Users and those afflicted with any ailments because of the Force. The Core was not without Dark Jedi and roaming Siths, but on a planet filled with nothing but survival first and the greed above all else mentality, well, Seto understood that the Force was akin to a tool and much like any omni-purpose tool such as the Force it held terrible potential for devastating consequences.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Captain Marriskcal Lati,
Commissariat for State Security & Force-Related Affairs
Objective: #2; Rest for the Weary
Location: Distribution Point, Benoga, Vulpter
Interacting with: [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Kraken Society"]

Her eyes flickering sideways for a fleeting moment in faint worry for Seto when the silence between them stretched for a little longer than the usual. The young woman was about to reach out and gently draw his mind back she felt the warm presence of her brother settle.

Merely nodding her assent, Marriskcal turned to the group of aid workers and fellow colleagues that arrived with them and gestured for them to follow along behind them or disperse according to the instructions they have received from Central Command. The square has been organised into a meticulous operation, apportioned and marked into sections and zones so as to ease the passage of refugees that were filtering in and out depending on their needs.

“If any of you have yet to receive your assignment for the day in your holomail, or find yourself completing your initial assignment ahead of schedule, please approach either the General or myself.”

And of course, being part of the commissariat meant that both siblings’ focus were given to their specialisations. “I did not receive any request that requires our immediate attention, but it may have fallen wayside,” she recounted as they both entered the fabricated structure, allowing one of their colleagues to take charge of the unloading of the supplies. As this was her first time setting foot within a refugee centre, especially a hospice, the blonde looked around curiously even as she continued to trail after her brother’s back.

Pain and suffering suffused the air, mingling with the sterile scent that Marrisckal associated with medcentres and infirmaries. Bodies of beings of all species and ages were either laying prone in white beds, or cautiously moving around the vast hall. And perhaps, it was telling that the young woman felt nothing for the wretched and downtrodden other than the vague sense of duty and responsibility. After all, the people of Vulpter will soon be part of the imperium, and therefore, they would fall under her protection.

“Excuse me, nurse? Could you please check and see if there are anyone available to debrief the Commissioner General? Our presence is expected.”

 

[Huxy]

Captain Vic, "Viper"
Commissariat
Location: Benoga, Vulpter
Objective: #2; Rest for the Weary
Interacting With: [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"]
Status: Neutral
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"Commissionari Generall', the unloading of e'supplies will not take us long, when you are done please inform me of what you learn for the investigations." Vic spoke to the General in a Nyeon accent from the Spani District, heavily accented with a rough, ghetto-esque slur.

Vic tore his gaze away from the pair who stood in front of them, shifting his attention to the cargo speeder which was already being unloaded by volunteers and assigned military personnel alike. He hadn't been assigned to unload the cargo and medical equipment, the former criminal had been assigned to supervise such a thing. However, such a thing was not what the man did. He wasn't a delegator, he was doer, you couldn't rely solely on others when on the streets. Somebody might seem nice one second, the next however, you could be getting mugged by that same person. The Viper had learned from past encounters over the years that he could rely on himself and himself only. He didn't stand at the sidelines, such a thing came from stupidity and low confidence in one self. Both things that he had none of.

As the Viper unloaded supplies from the speeder, he glimpsed sight of some of the wounded who were milling about the area in the immediate vicinity of the field hospital. They had bandages covered all over their forms, limbs which were missing with only stumps where once flesh stood. The Commissariat Captain found such a thing strange to see, prosthetic's and metal arms were a common sight on Nyeon, nobody was seen with a missing arm. Period. To see such a thing here, reminded the man of the pitiful state of the Galaxy, they were so backwards in regards to the basics of cybernetics it was insulting. Though, he did pity those who had lost all and who were missing limbs without replacements. He knew what it felt like, you learned what that felt like when running jobs and hits on other gangs...

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau
Location: Vulpter Benoga
Objective: Two Rest for the Weary
Interacting with: [member="Marriskcal Lati"]
Nearby: [member="Kraken Society"]

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Seto carefully made his way though into the Force confinement and aid areas, most potential Force Users all appeared in a rather dazed expression and while others were simply asleep on their beds. Common practice aside, Seto gently focused his senses among those here as patients, nearly all were no longer projecting fear nor despair but none felt secure or confident. Perhaps all due likelihood to the prescribed painkillers and other numbing agents, Not perhaps or all due likelihood, they were being medically numbed to their emotions and their surroundings.

The Nurse seemed rather perplexed, if not outright stunned, at the notion that the higher ups had stopped by this moment of all moments. With a quick nod of her head, she rushed to find the head doctor or the lead director for their Commissioner General. Seto though could already guess what was to be said and what was requested, the flood of reports that had hourly been sent to his data-slate was filled ad nausium.

All the same, Seto had already been told that the remaining supplies that had been brought along with them were to be off-loaded post haste. The only real issue that loomed over his head, as the storm clouds of despair also hung over his head, the investigation continued to stall as Seto peered at his data-slate once again. The Head Doctor had finally approached the two siblings and almost for verbatim, the Doctor retold the same report Seto had not all but read an hour ago.

While the building and medical supplies for the Force Users were not an issue, the constant pulling from other sections of the Aid Camp had slowly begun to place a strain on the staff and more personnel were requested. If not straight up demanded, if their tone of voice reflected their true feelings. Seto nodded once, curtly and thanked the Doctor for his overview and report of the situation.

"We might need to disperse the crowds if we cannot continue accommodate our current capacity," Seto began, his mind racing towards possible solutions. The fear of being overrun had crossed his mind, but the real worry stemmed from the perception the people of Vulpter would have on the Core Imperials and of them.

Unbeknownst to Seto though, the Galaxy enjoyed tormenting his poor soul and a young disheveled man slowly picked himself up form his stupor and fell over his bed in a clamor. His feverish cheeks but determined eyes targeted the two siblings and attempting to crawl to Seto if not for the arrival of more nurses lifting him back onto his bed. "Y-yoou. . ." The ragged voice directed his focus towards Seto and Marr.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Captain Marriskcal Lati,
Commissariat for State Security & Force-Related Affairs
Objective: #2; Rest for the Weary
Location: Distribution Point, Benoga, Vulpter
Interacting with: [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Kraken Society"]

As the nurse vanished from their view to accommodate her request, the hauntedjaded male that were part of their team came to stand before them. Even as the other man relayed his request to Seto, his slur rough and brogue thick, making his spoken words hard to discern. And as her brother was someone with much responsibilities and never enough time, as his sister and second-in-command both, Marriskcal naturally stepped in whenever the other was unable to.

“Then it would serve you well to keep an eye on your holomail from time to time…” she trailed off with a sweet smile to her lips, refusing to address the man by his given name. “Central Command and the Commissioner General will update and convene all those assigned to the investigation through it.” It was clear from his lack of a family name that he was likely one of the many orphans of circumstances. But even then, it was much too casual an address between colleagues that are only bound by the threads of duty and purpose. “You are dismissed for now, Captain.”

When she gave her focus back to the conversation between Seto and the Head Doctor, the young woman stayed quiet, though a curl of annoyance threaded through her aura when the other merely repeated what the pair already knew. Even then, she allowed her brother to take lead, and allowed her presence to measure the sentiments of the people gathered within and around the vicinity. As the doctor left and the older male began to ruminate aloud, the blonde was about to note to him about the disquieting swell of discontent that was beginning to blossom across the sea of refugees.

“Seto, we may have no choice but to begin dispersing the crowds. The Force is beginning to whisper of some troubling elements,” she stated softly, her blue eyes watching warily as the sickly seeming man approached them. “I think there is something happening that is causing the unrest amongst them.”

 

[Huxy]

Captain Vic, "Viper"
Commissariat
Location: Benoga, Vulpter
Objective: #2; Rest for the Weary
Interacting With: [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"]
Status: Alert
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“Then it would serve you well to keep an eye on your holomail from time to time…Central Command and the Commissioner General will update and convene all those assigned to the investigation through it. You are dismissed for now, Captain.”

"Could'a jus' told me that I wasn't assigned to this investigateon, senorita." Vic said dismissively, caring little for the woman's response. He could tell from the wording in her voice that she was subtly biting at him, though it didn't affect the male. He had heard far worse things and vocal biting back on Nyeon. Whoever this blonde woman thought she was, she wasn't.

The unloading of crucial medical and food supplies did not take long for the man and his fellow comrades to finish. Once the task was completed, the Viper dismissed most of those whom had been helping him, keeping two by his side as his cybernetic spheres looked towards the growing mass of refugees and citizens seeking aid. The pushing and the shoving was normal, he had seen it back home in aid centers to help alleviate the suffering of those poor and oppressed...which was everyone in essence. Having seen such things beforehand, the caucasian man knew of the risks and what could and what happen in these aid camps. They were a breeding ground for violence and death and riots. With so many people gathered in one place, it was easy to stir up a crowd...especially considering most of those who were gathered up all came from the same background of sickness and poverty.

They needed to release their anger someplace, and where better than at an aid center?

The sound of shouting could be heard, making Vic's optics snap to the location of the shouting. He stepped closer, his hands laying lazily at his sides, concealing the handgun which was strapped to his right thigh. The thumb of his right hand pressed into a notch on the gun, turning the small light on it from red to blue, lethal to non-lethal. He wasn't against taking life, far from it. He felt a thrill from such a thing, the adrenaline rush was intoxicating. Though he knew he couldn't take anyone's life now, especially considering how much of a melting pot this whole square was right now. One wrong step and everything would blow in a catastrophic explosion of violence, stampeding anything in it's way. Just as the Viper made his way closer, shouting erupted from another part, and then pushing, and shoving, and fighting. It began to spread like a plague throughout the crowd.

"Get the e'crowds to quiet down and be calm, don't shoot. We don't want any mor' of a struggle here." Vic said to the two colleagues at his side, dismissing the two of them to go to their tasks.

 

[Bai Long]

Back on the ecumenopolis planet of Coruscant, Stephen Dracrowar wandered about the lower levels, his mouth drawn into a thin line. Months after the upheaval of the First Order, followed by its eventual collapse after the disappearance of Sieger Ren, he had wandered about the Galaxy aimlessly.

As both a survivor and resourceful person in general, Dracrowar had subsisted well enough. Between his basic skills at Sith Alchemy and his not-so-inconsiderable martial skills, it was akin to his previous vagabond lifestyle before he was summoned back to the Bastion of Ren. But the word that the defector setting up in the Core had caught his interest, and with nothing to bind him and the Galaxy as his limits, he had decided to swing by to see if could find out more about the CIC and see if he could find any of the remaining Ren here.

With the Force urging him on, he has a good feeling he was about to finally find a new purpose and the person ([member="Marriskcal Lati"]) he has been looking for.

x

(OOC: Open to interaction, but not necessary as I'm just settling my toon in)​

 

[Shattered_Mirror]

Objective One: The Map Room Dawns.
Location: Aargau Inner System - Aargau Orbital Descent.
Post One

As the balance of power within the Golden Company began to shift towards a new and insidious direction, their stance towards the Echani and their extra-solar assets flipped one hundred and eighty degrees. Originally, they avoided dealing with the various Scions of Eshan that took to the stars, as the former Supreme Sun Guardian was concerned about what would arise from their two opposing beliefs clashing against one another. However, with that man stripped of his status and flensed to the bone by the wrath of the Sun, their new Commander decreed that any and all Echani assets throughout the stars were to be mercilessly put to the sword. None that crossed paths with the Golden Company would ever survive the ensuing slaughter. Even those that demanded mercy would find themselves acid-branded and forced to endure hours of back-breaking menial labour until they expired from exhaustion.

It was through such a drastic change in interactions between those genetic cousins that brought Lucius Varad; Lightsworn Emissary of the Golden Company, to the world of Aargau as word spread of the elusive White Wardens operating within that sector of space. Little was known about this Echani upstarts, other than their sudden desire for death’s sweet embrace and the wish to defame their betters. That’s all that history would remember them as, for the Silver-haired warrior aimed to leave nothing behind after he made planetfall. History would mock the ashes of their bones for seeking to do the impossible, and the man was all the happier to expedite the process.

He was sent alone, as Lucius believed it would’ve been a waste to throw so many lives at an insignificant problem. While it was an utterly arrogant notion, it wasn’t far from the truth either. The Golden Company was mobilizing a task force at the behest of the Sith Empire to aid them in an upcoming Retaliatory Crusade, and there was much glory to be had in swearing themselves to do battle against their newfound foes. There wasn’t much glory to be had when the Emissary was involved, as the man’s insatiable lust for carnage tended to leave nothing but dismembered corpses in his gilded wake.

It was with such ever-so-delicious thoughts coursing through his mind, that Lucius found himself mindlessly stroking the textured pommel of the sword lashed to his armour's belt. He wondered just how long those Scions of Eshan would last once the battle was joined. Would they hold true to their supposed origins and prove to be consummate warriors? Or would they be nothing more than fools, seeking to play the part of soldiers? He didn’t know, and a part of him didn’t care to follow that train of thought any further. For it truly didn’t matter in the end, as they would die - one way or another.

:: Approach vector transmitted and confirmed,:: The pilot’s voice, rendered mechanical by the Dropship’s internal speakers, spoke aloud - forcibly pulling the Lightsworn Emissary from his reflective musing. :: We shall be making planetfall momentarily, Lord Varad. ::

Without hesitation, the Sun Guard Sorcerer moved towards a retracting bulkhead and removed his crested helmet from the automated rack; adorning himself with his crown soon after. Once the seals locked into place and entombed the man within his armour, Lucius turned his false fire-light bathed eyes towards the rear hatch… and waited from the pulsating crimson bulb to turn solid green.

 

[ARC-94194]

Private First Class ARC-94194 - Imperial Stormtrooper Corps​

Equipment: Mark/IX "Katarn" Armour (Yularen-Pattern)http://starwarsrp.net/topic/142480-advanced-improved-multipurpose-battle-armour-markix-katarn/ - DC-17m Weapon System​

Location: Unknown Equatorial Desert, Aargau​

Status: Objective I - The Map Room Dawns​

​

Five minutes had passed since Ninety-Four sent the confirmation to Command, his heart beating excitedly as he waited for the chance to finally put his training to use. Weeks of arduous trials after his experience on Tython had led him to become an Advanced Recon Commando when just a month ago he was just a clone trooper, a member of the last batch made before the Empire had evacuated from Kamino. He could hear the thundering pulse of the vital organ in his ears, a byproduct of the tinnitus he acquired from being near the epicentre of multiple explosions; at any rate, he attempted to slow down his heart rate by breathing deeply, focusing on the gritty molecules of sand that had accumulated on his weapon.

A quick glance at his chronometer told him that ten minutes had passed, his toes wiggling anxiously within the confines of their armoured boots. The ARC trooper reached down into his pack and pulled out the long-range attachment for his DeeCee, attaching it with a rather satisfying click. He dug his elbows deeper into the sand and pushed his chin down, peering through the digital scope as he scanned the horizon for an out-of-the-way target he could down without alerting the other tangoes.

The crosshair hovered over an Echani sentry currently extracting the last droplets of water from her canteen, a bead of sweat trailing down her alabaster skin that he could see quite clearly thanks to the amplification of the scope. He silently thanked whoever installed HVAC in his armour, the cool air radiating throughout his suit contrasting harshly with the sight of the nearly-dehydrated woman. He raised the rifle minutely, carefully accounting for distance and wind (if there was any in this god-forsaken desert) while he painted a target on the forehead of his unaware victim.

Sixteen minutes, thirty-two seconds, when the comlink crackled to life and the monotonous voice of an Imperial officer gave him permission to engage at his discretion. He held his breath, his heartbeat once again making itself apparent as his index finger wrapped over the metallic trigger. A loud sound emanated from that direction, their ship's ion drives roaring to life for a split second to clear it of any particles before going silent.

A duraplast canteen fell to the ground with a soft thud, followed shortly by the corpse of its owner - a smoking puncture sullying their otherwise perfect face.

Ninety-Four removed the sniper attachment, waiting for the barrel to cool and then placing it back into his pack. He stood and began to creep towards the dig site, his mission only just beginning.

[member="Lucius Varad"] | [member="ST-00/0666"]​

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau
Location: Vulpter Benoga
Objective: Two Rest for the Weary
Interacting with: [member="Marriskcal Lati"]
Nearby: [member="Kraken Society"]

Seto turned his attention to the barely conscious man, and without so much as a thought Seto turned his attention back to Marr with a soft nod. He understood the dangers of a massive crowd slowly riling up, danger only brings more danger and so was the cycle of despair to only bring more despair. A vicious cycle we all must endure. Seto slowly turned his attention back to the man and felt compelled to move closer as the sickly man mangled out a single word.

“We shall begin to disperse the crowds and resume our efforts later, yes.” Seto verbally agreed.

The callous nature of command offered no such comfort to the smaller details of day to day operations but this man dared further injury to simply reach Seto. For such a display of will power Seto honoured the man with his time and attention. The Nurses quickly stepped aside as Seto approached the man, now restrained onto his bed to prevent any further attempts of self harm.

Words uttered but unable to really understand them clearly, the mixture of pain and whatever withdrawal symptoms that plagued the poor soul. His presence within the Force only mirrored the pain, like an instrument poorly tuned to the correct pitch and furthermore shrieked terribly of both betrayal and this unrelenting need for revenge. Seto narrowed his eyes and focused deeply through his window at the ravenging emotions that continued to run amok. The Commissar breathed deeply and placed his hand over the man’s head to better understand the tormented soul.

It appeared as a house, all ravaged and large gaps of the wall simply torn asunder by what? Seto ignored the majority of the pain that appeared to come from some sort of addiction but the cause of the revenge alluded Seto and with another sharp intake of breath Seto attempted to calm the whirlwind of thoughts possessed by anger and pain.

Seto leaned down, his ear ever close to the man’s mouth as words formed into coherent sentences and with Seto assisting the man’s focus, the need for vengeance was painted and a plan poorly crafted exposed. After another moment of a pain look from the man, Seto nodded his head to the nurses and allowed them to continue their treatment. Seto walked back to Marr and nodded once more, this time with a tad more confidence and focus, he had been wading through the sea of despair caused from the crowds but now he found his focus once again.

“We will keep the crowd dispersion at a slow rate, I do not want us to appear cruel to the people’s plight. . . but we also have further need to personally investigate a certain Executive before we near the end of the day.” Seto explained, his hand quickly accessing his data-slate and his eyes returned to more information being flooded into his screen.