Dominion Lord and Master | Dominion of Lorrd | NIO

[Noel Strasza]

LORD AND MASTER
THE SECOND GREAT HYPERSPACE WAR
New Imperial Order​

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L O R R D
867 ABY

Forced to sharpen the Iron javelin for war once more, the New Imperials set their sights beyond their restless territories, seeking assets to bolster their strength and ensure their conquest continues its resounding success.

Lorrd, a world of great advancement and knowledge, has seen itself change hands numerous times in the course of history; most notably its fighting spirit was crushed by the Yuuzhan Vong, but that was ages ago, right? Its mostly bookish natives struggle to fend off dwindling Sith Remnants, the likes of which have found themselves backed and armed by a particular gang of unruly insurgents.

With new threats looming on our horizon, we seek to resuscitate the will of the locals and show them what it means to fight with the strength of Iron. Liberate Lorrd, bring its secrets and knowledge into the fold so that we might add them to our own.

OBJECTIVE I | CLASS DISMISSED
FOCUS | ARMED FORCES
AREA OF OPERATIONS | TLUCAS
OPPOSITION | HIGHLAWS & SITH REMNANTS
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A research facility erected in the former slave pens of the world, The Lorrd University Center for Applied Sciences boasts some of the most advanced technology and research data in the territories, both of which could be invaluable for New Imperial interests. Unfortunately, the Highlaws and their newfound allies in the Sith seek to maintain their stranglehold on the center, gunning down any who draw too near. They've barricaded themselves in, digging their heels in deep to resist any attempts at evicting them.

It won't stand.

Fight alongside the local militia to breach the university and enforce the punishment for truancy.

OBJECTIVE II | HIDE AND SEEK
FOCUS | SPECIAL OPERATORS, IMPERIAL KNIGHTS, COMPNOR
AREA OF OPERATIONS | LORRD CITY
OPPOSITION | SITH REMNANT PROPAGANDISTS & TERRORISTS
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Lorrd City, a sprawling capital with a brimming populous, diverse culture, and a pulse as steady as the rest of them. That's the way it used to be, at least, according to its natives. Ever since The Sith Empire wasted away and the Sith were forced into hiding, the city has seen more than its fair share of terrorist activities and propaganda. Tread carefully through the bustling streets to seek out the source of this madness and silence it in the name of The Imperator- without destroying public property or inciting panic amongst the people.

It's a delicate matter, but we're a delicate bunch-- right?

B Y O O
OBJECTIVE III​

Whatever gets you to post, chief.

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[Raijan Sol]

BYOO
BLOODLET ACTUAL
TAGS - Rurik Fel Cromwell Noel Strasza

The Spectre’s hand flitted about across the display of the datapad. An encrypted message was sent to each of the participants of the meeting. The Lord Imperator, the Pacifistic Spectre, his nose twisted shamelessly, and a once Carlaci Trooper. He could not decide on how to feel on the last of them. Where on one hand she was a traitor to her own Warlord, it was in servitude to the True Imperial.

But in Raijan’s own mind, he could not imagine betraying Graush for another Sith Lord.

Rising up, the Spectre’s arms slipped into place behind his back, clasping in the small of his back.

“The report you will have received right now is both a threat analysis and breakdown of their character.” The display transitioned, showcasing Willan Tal and DECEASED Erskine Barran . He began with the former. “The leaders of the Galidraan Army Volunteers. Tal is quiet and reserved. His own ambitions, never publicized, though it is safe to assume that they are not limited to reclaiming his homeworld. Galidraan is within reach, and it is to be presumed that he will not impose on your rule, Imperator.

Erskine Barran however, is the opposite. Never shying away from offering his opinion.” The Spectre need only be a spectator for a handful of Assembly gatherings to determine this. “Their loyalty, however, was given to Tavlar -- the father of the New Imperial ideology and the figurative leader of their people’s rebellion against the Sith. I suspect, if Tavlar still lived, should it come down to it, it would’ve been possible for Barran to be turned against Tal - should the need have ever arisen.”

The images transitioned again. This time it was the Admiral Regent, Caarlyle Rausgeber .

“I am familiar with the Admiral from my time serving in the First Order. Warlord he claims to be, an egotistical coward he is. Should his authority ever be challenged he is prone to acting out wildly. Similar to a child. He is quick to recognize the superiority of his clear betters, I’m sure you recognized in your meeting with him -- defending himself and his actions, no doubt. Regardless, a threat to your rule, I determine he is not.” A hand came around, brushing at his darkened skin during the pause.

“Were he as impressive, dangerous, or ambitious as he portrays himself to be… It is in tragedies where we see the hearts and minds of those who play in the snake pits. The Death of Tavlar was when we were at our weakest. Were betrayal in his heart, he would’ve departed after surviving the bombing, and as leader of the Navy, it would’ve been in his power to command his own forces to deploy and finish the job. Whether his Stossjaeger Corps, or a Destroyer in orbit leveling the Assembly. In final, he is the strongest Warlord, and likely the only one capable of challenging your rule.”

"There are... Other Warlords, such as Onansi of Thyrsus - wounded in the attack. He expressed interest in the past of claiming Eshan. With the disappearance of Errant Varanin and the thyrsian's mortality exposed, it should be expected that. If he is to recover he will strike out against our allies in the Silver Jedi and the Echani people in sacred revenge." He spoke coldly, or, amtter of factly.. There was no love lost between him and the Silver Jedi. He had fought against them in the past as a First Order Stormtrooper. They were prone to getting themselves involved where they had no business being. They were better off...

"There are additional reports on the remaining Warlords and their powerbases, however these groups were the most pressing. As a final note, I would recommend that the worlds that lay within the Iron Ring remain untouched, save by the States hand." To be clearer, "No Warlords benefit from these worlds resources. And their populaces are to raise a loyalist stormtrooper force for garrison."

At the end, Raijan offered a salute before retaking his seat.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

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Lorrd. What a waste, Fiolette thought as she gazed out onto the planet from the confines of the bridge. The Rae Sloane floated in the void with escorts keeping a close watch on the Warlord's flagship. "A system that had so much potential left to rot beneath the Sith Empire's gaze," she commented off-handedly to Treloar, her first officer. Lorrd needed to be... cleansed, in a sense - rid of its infection; the Sith. Fiolette was unaware of the true machinations of the New Imperial Order the transitions from Tavlar to Fel. ​

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In all honesty, Fiolette preferred it that way she wanted to be kept out of the larger politicking. It mattered not to her who led the New Imperial Order, nor did matter who swore fealty to whom. After all, this was temporary as were all things in the galaxy. Lorrd would be brought to heal before its new master, but at least this master might have the foresight to churn the minds within toward its advantages. The Sith that remain on Lorrd have dug in their heels, Treloar handed Fiolette a datapad.​

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"Send in the Arditi," she ordered, the Arditi were the elite of the Ord Trasian Legionnaires, "tell them to keep it quiet." They would be dispatched to the city to ensure the NIO's mission there. Meanwhile, the University would need something a little more heavy-handed, the Legionnaires had their orders to march. At the very least they could provide the distraction to lure the enemy out and allow others within the NIO's military to perform a pincer movement.​

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Objectives 1 & 2​

Open to Interaction​

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[Noel Strasza]

P E R S I S T
R E V E N A N T
IMPERIAL SPECTRE
Rurik Fel | Cromwell | Raijan Sol | Ghalric Rau

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Situated in the room, the amalgamation of woman and machine shifted with restlessness; the plague that clung to her anytime she was called away from the war. Stripped of the armor she traded for military uniform- the fabric now black as opposed to Carlac's white- she felt exposed. Yet over the years, she had grown more comfortable in her body, and even more adept at reigning in the all-too-human anxiety that gnashed at her nerves when the eyes of others lingered on her for too long. She was not a testament to failure anymore, no, Strasza had become a monument to the endurance of the Order. A monolith of advancement and strength, a woman who was nothing but a Dar'manda to some and a foot soldier to most, evolved into a reminder of the resilience of the New Imperial.

She was the embodiment of the spirit that unified them all; no matter how battered or beaten they could become, they would endure.

The Revenant.

The honor she once despised without equal had now become the very reason she continued to fight.

The report arrived in her processor, an alert flashing across her HUD to notify her, the thought to delve into it crossed her mind. Across her gaze, projected in pixel and hue, unfurled the pages of information presented. Beyond this transparent projection, she offered her comrade her attention. She hadn't had the pleasure of convening with many other Spectres, only as much as was necessary from a mission to mission basis- the majority of which each of them tackled on their own. Revenant nodded, listening to the brief presented in full.

Out of all of them, Bloodlet-Actual was the greatest mystery to her. The others had track records or tells that gave their history away. Avenger was from wealth, it showed in the way he carried himself and how he viewed blood staining his hands. Blitz was an old dog, one who had endured the throes of turmoil for ages. But Bloodlet had come from nowhere, it seemed like, even by her standards. Regardless, he had been hand-picked by The Sovereign Imperator, just as the rest of them, and that process alone gave her confidence and put her trust in the man.

The questions surrounding Prefsbelt Commander and its dogmatic leader raised by the content of the brief surfaced recollection of the arrangement she had made to accommodate his arrival upon Carlac, quite some time ago now, in order to meet with The Carlaci engineers about one of their more recent creations at the time. She had no knowledge about the meeting itself or what was discussed, though she had heard through her husband at the time who had heard from the chief engineer it was something to do with battlecruiser engines and kyber crystals. Heresay, nothing concrete, and certainly not enough to bring attention to without alleging possible collusion. That was the last thing the New Imperial Order needed right now; someone blindly throwing seeds of doubt into the already overgrown garden of suspicion.

Realizing then that it was almost her turn to deliver her findings, the cyborg fished a cigarette from her breast pocket and tucked it between her mismatched lips. She dragged from it slowly, nurturing the habitual motion and nothing else. When Raijan returned to his seat she rose from hers, taking her time to walk to the front of the table, affording the others time to digest what was said and collect their thoughts for the broad discussion to be had at the end of all presentations. Once at the front, she tilted her head slightly, lifting a hand to pin her vice between two inhuman fingers and lowered it to her side. The faint glow of her distant eyes fixated on each occupant one by one, before finally settling on the steely visage of The Imperator.

"I was tasked with finding the weak link inside of Fortress Imperator, the source of our present situation." She paused, reaching into the coat draped over her shoulders to produce a small, leather-bound book. This she walked to the table and placed down, pushing it to land in front of The Imperator for his browsing. It was ironic how traditional she was in her approach to things. Her hand withdrew and she stepped back, returning to her place. Within the journal, The Man of Iron would find her notes, photographs, and pieces of logs to verify the story she was to spin. "The three soldiers on entry-control duty that day were of the 501st Stormtrooper Legion- that is what was docketed for that day, at least. What actually happened, however, is that two lower-ranking troopers replaced them. I spoke with both of those soldiers, as well as their supervisor, and the commander of the 501st soldiers who were supposed to be there. Here's what I gathered."

"The three soldiers who were docketed to keep the entry secure that day did not arrive to post, at all. Surveillance footage shows the post occupied by the same soldiers who had been tasked with it through the night, well into the shift they were allotted to be relieved for. Instead of the expected, the two lower-ranking and ill-experienced soldiers relieved them, something I assume was taken as planned, as there wasn't any sort of exchange between them. A changing of the guard, belated, but normal. These two men did not know the full extent of the position, the locations they were to patrol in turn, and the checks they were tasked to make. This, exposed us." The cyborg paused, looking about briefly to ensure everyone was following so far, "Naturally, you're wondering as I did, how these two soldiers got this surprise assignment. Both of them reported a zabrak woman in a white military uniform approached them and told them they had been given a special assignment for the day. A lieutenant, by their account, they did not question her authority. Their direct supervisor did not have knowledge of this and does not know any officers who meet the description."

"What I've gathered from there is the undead soldiers used in the attack were marched through the front and were not checked for authorization as they should have been. With inexperienced entry-controllers who failed to perform security checks on the concealed passages in their AO, the Sith Assassins who breached the conference room after the initial blasts utilized the concealed passages within the Fortress to reach us." Now, she looked directly at Rurik, "I am continuing this investigation until I find this zabrak lieutenant, though I've no concrete leads on her identity... I do have my suspicions about who she might be. Shortly after his return to Carlac, I discovered Halketh had brought a plethora of new officers and personnel to the world. None of them held affiliation with The Carlaci Corps to my knowledge, nor were they present in the database. I can assume this means they were likely Maw agents outright, parting gifts perhaps, from Solipsis. One of them was a zabrak woman who I saw briefly around Icorith, the military installation on Carlac proper."

"Pursuing this knowledge will require me to infiltrate Maw territory in order to assess the validity of my suspicion. If what I believe is true, there's not a doubt in my mind that she's still with him and could possess vital information on The Maw's mechanics." Her cigarette, now all but burned out, was returned to her lips with the nod of her head, and she ventured back to her seat.​

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[Hiran Avola]

CAPTAIN ROLAND DT-104
GALIDRAANI FREE STATE
UNIT 44 'RED JACKALS'
HEADHUNTER COMPANY
OBJ2
TAGS: Siyarr Ahan-Mitharran

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Silent and resolute. That was their method and defined the Units core; on a hundred worlds or more, the mark of Unit 44 made its nefarious mark. Hundreds of Maw and other enemies of Imperialism and the Galidraani state had perished by their hand, and many more would surely follow. Loyal to the cause, men like Roland and Doyle were the Lord Protectors first line of offence against the reactionaries and anti-imperialists.


<"Target in range, observing until further notice over.">


<"Noted.">

The Galidraani Captain placed down his binoculars and signalled for the rest of his men to move in place. From the intel reports, the safehouse below them contained anywhere from seven or eight dissidents, maybe more. Poor communications hampered further recon attempts with other branches and units of the Imperial army, but the report they did have was mostly accurate. Any surprises would be dealt with brutal efficiency.


<"Roland to Doyle over, two gunmen by the door, potentially more OPFOR inside, move with caution, and we will provide fire support over.">

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[Areyon]

A R E Y O N
KNIGHTS OF THE EMPIRE
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
OBJ 2
Lightsaber Pike | Armor​

The Sith had created a foothold in the city of Lorrd. Their wretched influence had caused a growing panic in the citizens, making them cower to leave their homes. The New Imperial Order would stop at nothing to purge the heresy that the Sith spew from their atrocious mouths.

The shuttle touched down towards the back end of the local spaceport. Areyon stood ready at the door, and as soon as they landed he disembarked. As he gave the signal, the shuttle left as fast as it came and the mission began. The briefing had described a complex of apartments being used as a front for Sith activities. Multiple scout troopers reported Sith patrols disguised as local law enforcement roaming the surrounding area. The complex itself had been deemed abandoned, so civilian interaction was no longer a factor. Areyon's singular objective was to wipe out the Sith pseudo-base to lessen the control of SIth in the area.

The scout troopers that were stationed in the building across from the complex informed him of an infiltration strategy.

<"Sir. The gap in patrol movements is approaching. Be ready to move swiftly toward the designated entrance."> The scout troopers words repeated in his head as the comm buzz slowly silenced. Areyon noticed the gap between troop movements and with a burst of speed he found himself within the walls of the complex. The drowning cold of the Sith started to creep upon his body, making him more disgusted by the second. Three roving SIth troopers approached, all not aware of the Imperial Knight. It took less than a second for all three of them to be cut down with precision strikes with his lightsaber pike.

He would need to go deeper to find the source.

ALLIES | NIO |
HOSTILES | SITH |

 

[Siyarr Ahan-Mitharran]

Post #1
First-Leftenant Doyle (DT-135)
GALIDRAANI FREE-STATE
UNIT-44
CLEAVER COY.
Lorrd '67
Objective 2

Tags: Hiran Avola Areyon

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'Copy that, sir. Eyes to the gate.... We've got targets acquired already, so this should only take a moment or so. Cleaver out!'

'You heard 'im, boys. That's a solid green light, so fire when ready!', Doyle growled to his handpicked players for this part of the operation, picking a grand total of three spotter-shooter duos for the task. In order to clear the safehouse of dissidents, the shots would need to be quick and the breach even quicker, so the third and final duo would be equipped with simple grenade-launchers to break the entrance down and draw the remaining defenders out; made all the easier by the fact there were many eyes surrounding the safehouse, all with rifles and ordnance of their own to use in the event the dissidents attempted to flee, so the general demeanour of all the Red Jackals in attendance would be relaxed for the entire duration of their assault. Fortunate, as the battle for Mongrel Hill had tested the Red Jackals in ways that none would ever expected, even if they prevailed in resounding fashion in the end, so the change in pace would be most welcome for a while, as even the hardiest of soldiering breeds require their equivalent of downtime every now and again.

<"Tango down.">

<Tango down.">

<"Breach-">​

'-Revert back to spotter-shooter roles again, we'll be needing that grenade-launcher made safe for now.'

 

[Cromwell]

A V E N G E R
IMPERIAL SPECTRE
RETROSPECT

Previously...

Dimly lit, the open holobook and chandelier are the only sources of light within the study. Used to be the place I would clear my mind and focus when meditation failed. But I don't even know what I'm reading now. Floating words across a pane of cyan light. Rough knuckles jab my cheeks up to my eyes. I'm not as tired as I'm concerned.

Carlac. That cursed world of ice. Chelenne. Bloodied, tip-toeing between nightmares. I know I should've disengaged, kept my distance when the first jitters of emotions began to form up. But here I am. Entangled. My mind's losing its sharpness every time she becomes a variable. Stupid. Should've been better than this. Why does it feel different this time? Or am I convincing myself it's different?

I shut off the book and bask in the darkness. I know the answer but I don't want to say it. I wish it was ISB working me. Bonds are just pain delayed -inevitable to break by each's own volition or by tragedy eventually. Been numb to death for two decades and now it's gone - went away with the frantic fear of holding Chel as life departed her.

"You're quite in a pickle there, aren't you, Sir?"

Rurik Fel | Noel Strasza | Raijan Sol | Ghalric Rau
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He'd caught barely any sleep the night before, as usual, but the mask hid the crevices of exhaustion forming on his face. Not that he needed the helmet to remain looking as solid as a stone but like everyone here - their identities were a secret. For the most part. Varian knew who Bloodlet and Revenant were. He found the man with Chelenne on Dantooine and employed the woman as a spy before the Battle of Carlac. The other, Blitz, was still a mystery to Avenger. For now.

His attention was fixated on the job at hand, Bloodlet delivering an up-to-date profile report on the more pressing Warlords and Moffs, and Revenant presenting details on her investigation of Tavlar's assassination. In this court of spectres, in this job, duty, mission or whatever you want to call it was where he found escape from his tribulations over Nightha- Chelenne. It was an odd, but quite a successful coping mechanism. Bury yourself in work and there's nothing else that could press your mind.

"To add onto Revenant, I've begun an investigation within our territory for Maw cells. No such plan can succeed without careful and long preparations that can only be conducted up close. ISB is already on the case, seeking to find and uproot any covert Maw presence on other Imperial worlds." the dark crusader stated, tone as usually neutral and stoic, "Whatever I uncover here may aid Revenant's infiltration and vice versa." he added. Teamwork was never his forte but compromises had to be made for the sake of the mission.

"But there's more than the assassination that I want to report." he said, tapping a but on his wrist and the table projected a hologram full of various statistics, "In the waning days of Imperator Tavlar's reign, there was a growing contempt, or rather exhaustion, from the total war doctrine enacted during the civil war. A lot of unrest." he paused, then continued, "Tavlar's death seems to have tempered the heat down and united the state in mourning."

"This, however, has been the case on worlds ruled by the central government, by Moffs. The situation is slightly inverted on warlord governorates, where segments of the population not directly attached to the lord in charge, especially the youth, seem to be growing more supportive of the notion of more centralized governance."

"There's more to that in the details." he tapped the button again and another report, this one directly from ISB, emerged from the holoprojector. "ISB operatives have found there is a rising sentiment among new recruits in the military who are not as keen to wage a total war again." another tap produced the Open Letter of the ISYG, "This speaks for itself."

 

[Zoraya Ives-Ayres]

COMPNOR
Imperial Security Bureau
ISB-273
Objective: II

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It was no surprise that young, bitter adults with nothing better to do turned to political extremism when they sought an outlet for their frustrations with the world. Radicalised through indoctrination, these people had recently entered the real world they had prepared for only to have it ripped from them with the fall of the Sith Empire. Knowing nothing else, they turned to all they knew - loyalty to their cause and the terror it could instil.

It wasn't hard to gain the trust of her peers, having arrived several days in advance to locate the underground group and befriend one of their members who had come under scrutiny recently for suspicious activity.

Access to their makeshift base of operations in defunct, abandoned student housing from the formerly revered university was difficult. She had not been foolish enough to bring weapons with her but any who did were swiftly dealt with. Time were changing and their trust in each other was wavering, let alone newcomers.

Her job, for the most part, was over. She had identified, located and infiltrated the group who had incriminated themselves in terrorist activities and through them she had compiled a list of other noteworthy individuals who could be dealt with in due course.

How the rebellious group would be dealt with wasn't her problem; she only needed an out.

 

[Konrad Harrsk]

D E M O N ' S _ H E A D
Operation: One Lorrd
14th Military Intelligence Brigade, 501st Legion
Abandoned Student Housing

E N G E L​

How the rebellious group would be dealt with wasn't her problem;

But it was.

Two dozen incendiary pellets rolled down ventilation shafts and into the makeshift hideout. How easier it would have been with that damn witch Auria Blackmoore around.

With a loud hiss (one all too familiar to Imperials), each pellet exploded into a roaring patch of fire. Konrad was going to literally smoke them out to where a squad of stormtroopers awaited to capture them for a very, very public hanging. And those that didn't manage to escape? It was either the fire or Konrad's blade.

With merely a transparent rebreather covering his whole face, donning an attire of flame-resistant clothing much in the style of the Axis of Shadows, the young assassin moved through the hideout finishing off those knocked out by the smoke or beheading those that still stood standing, clawing to escape.

There was no place for sedition in the Empire.

My Empire.

Zoraya Ives-Ayres​

 

[Aemilio Valaar]

Obj 1
501st Black Hands
Omari Cardon

Not that long ago, he would've thought it felt different. Weird even, to deploy so close to home. He had become so used to being sent off, practically as soldiers for hire, to their allies on opposite sides of the galaxy. To only be a handful of systems away from the territory of the New Imperial... In truth, there was still some oddity to it.

But with unsatisfactory losses and new recruits coming in, Aemilio could not deny the necessity in deploying with new troopers to test their mettle.

The Black Hands after all, were one of few units in the New Order that had not only survived against the Draelvasier monsters to the east, but slaughtered them like pigs.

Reports said the Lorrd University was of importance. So that was where they were.

Opposing an entrenched position with a host of stormtroopers and only a handful of vehicles. Rebellious rabbles and Sith remnants didn't need much more than that, from his understanding of the New Imperials expansion in the Outer Rim.

"Sound off." Voidwalker said. Best to check in with the rest of the unit before beginning the assault.

 

[Zoraya Ives-Ayres]

COMPNOR
Imperial Security Bureau
ISB-273
Objective: II
Konrad Harrsk

Even though she knew the attackers were her people, it still gave her a shock when the situation became hostile so suddenly, having received no warning. However, she was quick to act and used the ensuing commotion to her advantage. While the troopers closed in on them, she marched over to the unsuspecting leader of the group and shoved him violently into the wall.

He looked confused, almost unwilling to fight back. After all, she had been a member of the group up until five seconds ago. As he reached for his blaster, she grabbed his wrist and struggled with him for it for a moment. Time was running out as the room grew ablaze so she fought to hook her finger around the trigger and fire, injuring him, shocking him. Then she pulled the weapon from his grasp and delivered the killing blow.

Being one of the organisers of the group, he had access to the weaponry needed to incite mass panic, including much stolen military equipment and other black market goods. Many of which would come in handy for the person who had betrayed him.

She knelt down and ripped the rebreather mask off of his face before placing it over her own mouth and nose and rising to her feet to join her allies in executing the rebels, as long as she wasn't mistaken for one.

 

[Konrad Harrsk]

D E M O N ' S _ H E A D
Operation: One Lorrd
14th Military Intelligence Brigade, 501st Legion
Abandoned Student Housing

E N G E L​

"You?" came his arrogant voice from behind her as she let the rebel leader's body drop on the ground lifeless. Executed in cold blood. It made him smirk.

"You were the one that fed us all the intel?" spy, infiltrator, cold-blooded killer. Was she really more than just a scrap salvager?

Stepping up to the rebel's body, the assassin wiped his bloodied katana clean on the corpse's jacket.

"Maybe there is more to you than being a garbage collector." he narrowed his green eyes, scrubbing his chin in brief tribulation.

Zoraya Ives-Ayres

 

[Zoraya Ives-Ayres]

COMPNOR
Imperial Security Bureau
ISB-273
Objective: II
Konrad Harrsk

With a sigh, she paused for a moment before turning to face the trooper. There was no sense of urgency in her actions. This was her territory now, not the viper's nest it once was - even if it was doused in flame and smoke.

Fighting the urge to roll her eyes, she faced him with her arms folded, a blaster dangling from the fingertips of her right hand.

"You were the one that fed us all the intel?"

She gently placed her palm on the side of his face and gave him a false smile. "Don't act so surprised. Some of us are more than just a pretty face." She gave him a couple of hard pats on his cheek before dropping the sarcastic smile.

Looked like someone still needed to teach him his place.

"Maybe there is more to you than being a garbage collector."

She briefly chuckled, humourlessly, taking no offence at his meagre prodding. "It's almost as if you're over-compensating for something." If he was insecure, the worst thing he could do would be to let it be known. If he wasn't, well... then he needed to work on his attitude.

"Why don't you run along and take out the rest of the rebel cells now I've given you the means to do so?" She asked, a prodding of her own.

 

[Chelenne Akaris]

B A T T E R Y
IMPERIAL SECURITY BUREAU
N I G H T H A W K
Central Headquarters | Ravelin

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A melancholic mood had hung over the zeltron agent's head for weeks, an unshakable, unrelenting miasma of ill tidings and feelings she couldn't shake. It didn't matter what idle occupation she busied herself with, painting, exercising, or even devoting more time than usual to the unexpected connection she and a certain Spectre seemed to be nurturing- the dread wouldn't leave her. Her return to central HQ had seen her placed on leave after assessment; something she had never endured the shame of in her years of service. On the same token, she had never been so grievously wounded on an assignment.

The question of why she didn't call for extraction sooner, why she didn't retreat, why she couldn't just stop played in virulent cycle around her mind, each time she asked herself the question, each time command echoed it, she didn't have an answer worth sharing. She couldn't lie to cover it up, to her command, or to herself; she knew damn well why she had stayed so much longer than the other ISB agents sent to dig into the icy hellhole of a planet.

Varian.

He had told her nights prior that he was intent on finding the traitor himself and putting an end to the madness. It was suicide, but suicide she would not let him bring upon himself. Her judgment had been muddied by the rising tide of Darkness cascading across the world, and further still had it been clouded by the prospect of keeping Varian from killing himself to repent for the failure in his duty. It wasn't his fault, she had told him that countless times, but he was too stubborn to swallow down those words, no matter how much he faked chewing them. Chelenne could only afford to worry so much about him as now, she had to worry about herself, too.

The Darkness had twisted her mind and penetrated deep, warping her memories and tainting her perceptions. No matter the thought that crossed her mind, it was there, gnawing at it. Even now, as she sat in the waiting room, anxiously toying with the zipper of her jacket, she could hear it crunching on her insecurities and fueling the regret she fostered. Her Force Sensitivity had been kept a secret, though it was minor, not just from Varian, but from the Bureau as well. She knew the consequence for such a thing, the fraud, but still she had lied in the face of fear for her life.

"Agent Akaris?" the voice of the receptionist sitting behind the desk across the room drew her from the proverbial ledge, "The doctor is ready for you now." He smiled, and though she wanted to return the expression, she found herself unable to.

"Thank you," she merely said, deflated, as she rose to walk mechanically to the door and enter the office.

"It's been awhile since I've seen you Chelenne," the woman sitting on the leather chair stationed central in the office hummed, "how have you been?"

"Starting the questions already, huh?" The zeltron responded and took a seat on the couch opposite to the doctor, folding her hands in her lap.

"Well, I can't expect you to stay on topic if I don't, now can I?" The doctor chuckled with a telling nod, "Your director tells me you wanted to visit with me yourself, asked to see me. So what's going on?" The teasing edge in her voice was smothered out by acknowledgement of Chel's apathy. That was highly unusual. "I haven't seen you like this since our last visit, but I think even then you were pretending to be in high spirits."

"Yeah I just-" Nighthawk swallowed harshly, glancing down with bloodshot eyes to fumble with her fingers, "-I haven't been sleeping."

"Nightmares?" Doctor Alan asked, folding one leg over the other. She typed something into the datapad held on her lap, "What sort of nightmares?"

"All kinds," Chel barely whispered her response, lifting a hand to rub at an eye, "like nothing I've ever dealt with before."

"After Carlac, this started?"

"Y-yeah... a-after Carlac... the undead, the violence... I was wounded and I couldn't-" she lost her voice, falling in the face of the emotions lunging from their hiding to strangle her into submission.
​

 

[Aiko Hayata]

BYOO|Coruscant| HAYATA CORP HOTEL
AIKO HAYATA, CEO OF HAYATA CORP
TAGS//: Saiko Hayata

Aiko leaned back into the familiar comfort of her office chair with cigarra in hand, inhaling deeply; she let the smoke curl in her lungs, savouring the burn and crinkle of the paper as she took a hit and exhaled small clouds of smoke. The deep rhythmic hum of the Coruscanti evening rain rattles against her office space's glass windows located high up in the hotel skyscraper. It was comforting in its monotonous drone, leaving the Atrisian woman to be lost deep in thought for hours on end as she attended to business matters and conferences. The downpour reminded her of many a night back on Atrisia in the comfort of the old family grounds, but those days were long gone, and she was a grown woman now. What she would give to go back to those days when she was but a carefree child who spent all her days running in her fathers blossom tree orchards with her sister.


She sighed deeply while reminiscing, though the irony of such nostalgia wasn't lost on her. Aiko had changed, her siblings had changed, the times were different. Her attention turned to her datapad to the left of her; it flickered with a notification alerting her to the incoming arrival of her sister.

"Let her in." she spoke, granting the AI security systems permission to open the doors. ​

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[Omari Cardon]

OBJ 1
501st Black Hands
Aemilio Valaar

Being straight out of the academy was a pain to deal with for the veterans. Little experience in actual combat zones meant that the fresh boys turned into liabilities insanely quickly. However, he would be the exception. Through special selection, he was fast-tracked into the Black Hands with no real opposition as to why. He had the capability to overperform on the battlefield. Exactly what they needed.

His first deployment outside of the New Imperial sector. He and a few other newer recruits into the Hands congregated in a tiny group, speaking no words to each other as one of the vets in the unit explained the situation to which they were assigned. As the briefing concluded, he grabbed his service rifle and stood by for further orders. Over the comms, a voice emerged.

"Sound off." Voidwalker said.

“Echo 4, sounding off.” He said into his comm unit before turning it off. His temporary call sign had got him excited for the combat ahead. His fight against the Sith would soon begin.

 

[Hiran Avola]

CAPTAIN ROLAND DT-104
GALIDRAANI FREE STATE
UNIT 44 'RED JACKALS'
HEADHUNTER COMPANY
OBJ2
TAGS: Siyarr Ahan-Mitharran

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In the confusion of Doyle's initial attack, a window flung open, and a head popped out to see what was going on. The terrorist eyes narrowed in suspicion then blind panic as he noticed the Death troopers descending upon the complex; he grabbed his gun and moved to aim for the nearest Death trooper. But unfortunately for him, Roland's men had him in their sights.


<"Permission to fire granted.">


A stray shot rang out. Hitting the man dead centre and sending him back from the window and crashing onto the floor. If the rest of the occupants were unaware of what was coming to them, they were now. Roland placed his binoculars down and changed his comm channels to Doyles, before speaking again.


<"Gunmen on top floor neutralized, beware of occupants, all are likely armed and willing to die fighting, bring one alive over.">

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[Ghalric Rau]

SAIL
B L I T Z H U N D
IMPERIAL SPECTRE
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
Rurik Fel | Noel Strasza | Raijan Sol | Cromwell

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Meetings.

How he hated sit downs. They wasted time that could be better spent elsewhere. Plots, whispers, knives in the dark or even the great drums of war waited for no man.

That and shadows around a table are pretty sparse. But here he was, regardless.

Blitz was reclining in the darkest corner he could find, watching docket after docket flit across his helm's HUD. What especially grabbed his attention was Bloodlet's accounts of the warlords as well as the open letter from the ISYG that Avenger added. It may not be the same kind of threat like the one that had laid claim on Tavlar's life, but Blitz had learnt quite a while ago already that the quickest a stalwart bastion could topple, was when it was blown from within its own walls.

The dark-armoured Greyhound shifted slightly in his seat, dispelling some of the shadows that have settled around him. A sigh sounded through the ventilator of his helm. He had been seeing some resistant movement, but did not expect such an open statement yet.
"It does speak for itself. The situation regarding the Youth Group,especially, is a volatile one." he said, sitting up straighter. "I have found that tensions have been running high between the Jedi at large and our own forces lately on the battlefield. One Jacen Nimdok , for instance, tends to add fuel to the open flame. I fear the fuse is shortening before the parties would be at each others throats." he went on as he got to his feet. "These tensions, I believe, accelerated the sudden movement of the ISYG. That and this Harrsk boy, especially, seems much more radical and unstable than his father ever was. His unpredictable actions cost us numerous lives on Carlac, mostly due to the rogue sorceress he brought onto the battlefield unauthorised." Blitz keyed a command, bringing up the accounts of the immense monorail explosion and the sinkhole that caused a building and debris to flatten a considerable amount of Troopers.

Angling his helmeted head at Rurik, he then went on.
"I do, however, believe that radical disciplinary action would do more harm than good after this letter. Harsh treatment might cause them to fly off the handle and outright dismissal of service would just drive them underground where a rebellion would no doubt fester." he suggested. He had dealt with enough kids to know how headstrong they could be. "As for my own findings, I have spent some time just inside the borders of Maw space. There is considerable fleet movement from Final Dawn forces as well as active movement from the Sorcerers of Rhand spearheaded by one Tegan Starfall and some bolstering in the ranks of the Knights of Ren and the New Sith Order." he said, keying in reports on the respectable Mawite organisations for the rest. Blitz then angled his head at Revenant. "I have not personally seen this Zabrak lieutenant yet, but I believe the best place of infiltration would be Exegol, as that is where it is rumoured that Halketh makes port from time to time." he suggested to her before inclining his head at the table at large before retaking his seat in the shadows.

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

ACQUISITION: PART I // KOL HURO​

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Coruscant was becoming tiresome.

The Senate inquest into the New Jedi Order was eating up a majority of the Vice Chancellor's time, and providing a real distraction to his constant pursuit of credits. A sojourn to the northern systems to meet with the New Imperial Order’s central bank provided the perfect cover to escape the Core and attend to much-neglected business.

The Kol Huro System, home to Liquidity Textiles, and one of Tithe’s most profitable enterprises during the Stygian Campaign. The company had designed and licensed a range of specialised armour to the Sith Empire for alpine, covert and starfighter operations. Every time a new set of armour was ordered, the Sith literally poured credits straight into Tithe’s coffers. He’d been surprised that the ruse had even survived his defection.

But now the war was over, and it was time to again take ownership of his assets in Kol Huro.

From the bridge of his Lucrehulk-class Battleship, Tithe surveyed the once-prosperous factory worlds. As was the modus operandi, the planet had been heavily bombarded during a retreat. Though depending on how one viewed the situation, this presented an opportunity - seven blank slates for the Trade Federation to shape in their image.

Trade Federation transports flanked by droid starfighters streaked toward the seven worlds to conduct a final survey of any surviving assets and put down any resistance. Tithe’s own ship set course for Kol Huro III and the headquarters of Liquidity Textiles.

Today would be profitable.