Dominion Lord and Master | Dominion of Lorrd | NIO

[Zoraya Ives-Ayres]

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

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Zoraya scoffed and stopped in the doorway to prevent him from passing. "Are you threatening me?" She asked, whipping round to face him. "You ought to watch your mouth, Trooper."

It was no secret that she thought of him as beneath her. She was a versatile agent off the battlefield but he was only good for one thing and brought war with him wherever he went. There was always a means by which you could get your way without using force first.

 

[Hiran Avola]

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

<"Target secured.">

<"Noted, send word to the Lord Protector.">

<"Copy that.">

So after many months of disseminating intel reports here, and crazed confessions brought out of POWs. They'd found their prized target held up by reactionary forces, Berach was not one to languish in a cell, and Tal had made sure of it that he'd be found in due time and freed from his predicament. Wherever or not the man-mountain would be quite the same was another matter.

Some of his men had had experiences with the man in the past, which varied depending on what state you caught the old boar in, but his reputation was solid in Galidraani circles. And Roland respected the man despite his sometimes tricky nature.

<"Roland to Doyle, prep the target for evac over.">​

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[Nelson Reg]

Nelson Reg
New Imperial Order
Imperial Knight
Open to Interaction

Despite the sounds of battle in the distance Nelson had not seen anyone as he rushed towards the militia's base. He assumed this meant that either the Highlaws were being pushed back by the might of the New Imperial Order or that they were pulling back for a strategy of some kind. The stillness was ended as blaster bolts flew towards Nelson as quickly took cover in an alleyway. While he was not afraid of being under fire he thought it was best to see what he was dealing with first.

The blaster fire was coming from what seemed to be the first floor of a library on the other side of the street. The enemy seemed largely unremarkable, perhaps ten men armed with blasters at the most. Largely undisturbed by the blaster fire Nelson considered his plan of attack as while he had no doubt that his skills with his lightsaber would protect him let alone his armour it was unwise to rush in when it could be avoided.
Nelson took one of the IL-62G Smart Grenades from his belt and primed it. One of these would do the job of a breaching team or in this case an Imperial Knight. Nelson stepped confidently out of cover before throwing the smart grenade through the library window, using the Force to guide it beyond the range of a normal throw.

A few blasters bolts managed to strike Nelson, but his robust Imperial Knight battle armour cared little for the very average incoming fire, however, it did not matter as soon after the smart grenade started to open fire on the hostiles in the library. They panicked and stopped shooting at the approaching Imperial Knight to focus on the death ball rolling around next to them but with at least 10 shots for each of them, there was little hope for survival. whether or not they managed to shoot the smart grenade did not matter as then it donated releasing a sonic blast that surely killed or maimed or anyone left alive.

Despite the apparent effectiveness of the smart grenade Nelson still thought it would be best to clear the building as leaving enemies behind him would do him no favours. With his pistol drawn, leaving his lightsaber off for time being in case a Sith was waiting for the iconic sound, Nelson efficiently swept the library only to find that there had only been four hostiles in the building so perhaps using one of his smart grenades was a waste but he did not give the idea much attention before setting off again to find the militia.

 

[Omari Cardon]

OBJ 1
501st Black Hands
Aemilio Valaar Hark Pellaeon Alais Kaun Morgana Sinclair

The first lieutenant had summoned Omari to stay apart of his fireteam, which was strange to him. It could have been some sort of evaluation attempt, but Cardon saw past it. He and the LT had a mutual trust between each other, even though they had just met. He would be on his best behavior; he did not want to give off a bad impression so early into the unit.

His eyes stayed glued to the holo-projection, watching the little red dots move across the blue holographic projection of the complex. After he had just created a mental image of the map in his head, the map vanished and the explosion of parts within the probe droid made him clutch his rifle harder. A sniper was lined somewhere across from their location, and they knew where the fireteam was. It would be difficult to move from their spot without getting laid out. Both Cardon and the LT knew this. So when he gave the call to advance, he was confused. Even though they could get shot by the sniper they still weaved and turned through buildings to try to avoid it. There was not even a confirmed location for the sniper so they would not know where to turn. But he still took the risk. Omari respected him for that. The consequences be damned, there was work that needed to be done.

Their insertion point was in view. Cardon was responsible for the breaching charge and a demolition expert stood by for set up. The rest of the fireteam stood in a triangle like formation waiting for detonation. If the pieces were in place, the party could begin. All he needed was the go ahead.

“Your call, sir. Say the word.”

 

[Cromwell]

A V E N G E R
IMPERIAL SPECTRE
THE STATE OF HOME

Rurik Fel | Ghalric Rau | Noel Strasza | Raijan Sol
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The Warlords, the New Generation, the Maw. All troubles within. All veiled behind a plethora of ambition, idealism and deception. The New Imperial Order was a well-oiled war machine, arguably fielding the most experienced military in the galaxy. There was no stopping it through conventional means. Their enemies had learned well - the Empire could only be shaken from within through irregular methods. Did that simply mean the Spectres' effectiveness was subpar or was it something deeper? The old Galactic Alliance, his former nation, had been weakened from within not too differently, with the First Order eventually sweeping it.

So was it, as he believed initially, the system that did not work or was merely human nature? An eternal cycle of sweeping winds of change that crumbled foundations of both Republics and Empire alike.

"I agree with Bloodlet's idea of employing a mass tracking network instead of a deadly virus. There's more opportunities to exploit by being aware of who the enemy and their moves, rather than outright disposing of them." he said, "On the matter of the youth - it is best to tread cautiously like Blitzhund advised. Unlike the Warlords' ambitions, the young Imperials can be molded and changed."

Slightly shifting his head towards Strasza, he continued, "The Sith have clearly learned that through conventional means they will fail, so they have shifted their approach to one of deception and disguise. Something they've always exceled in. To use their approach, to fight fire with fire is a good idea. It doesn't matter whether this group of criminally insane go by a different name than their mentally ill cousins of the former Sith Empire now locked up in Azrael Asylum here on Ravelin. They have tasted their blood on the fields of war, now it is time to hurt them through the same means as theirs."

"...without becoming them." his eyes beneath the helmet shifted to Fel. Avenger always had a hard time trusting a Force User ever since the sacking of Coruscant.

 

[Siyarr Ahan-Mitharran]

Post #3
First-Leftenant Doyle (DT-135)
GALIDRAANI FREE-STATE
UNIT-44
CLEAVER COY.
Lorrd '67
Objective 2

Tags: Hiran Avola Berach Ulrand Areyon Zoraya Ives-Ayres
Konrad Harrsk

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<"Copy that, moving the captive to the southern entrance now. We've got units on the roof now as well, covering all approaches until the evac-transport arrives! Cleaver out!">

Taking back his pistol and swapping it with a Dunwaller Silvers cigarette and a lighter, Doyle would then holster the sidearm and reattach his SA-65's sling clasps as the Guv'Nah sparked up, resting his back on the wall behind him as Ulrand laughed off his experience in true stiff-upper-lip fashion. Berach would then consider his saviours for a moment, walking towards the door that led to the southern entrance's stairwell in anticipation of the timely extraction to save everyone as much time as possible, smoking away to himself as he led Doyle's fireteam downstairs in complete silence. None wished to be the unfortunate one who tried their luck at the wrong time, so none would address the Colonel unless spoken to, but 1st-Leftenant Doyle had been a tank-crewman when Ulrand was unleashing fury with his ATs on Guiteica; and Doyle was somewhat different to the other, more-secretive Red Jackals of Unit-44.

'Dunwall '49! I scored you winning eight-rounds-to-two, an' not seven-to-three, sir. Good chin, sturdy legs, plenty heart mean nothing to the sheer volume his ribs took in the last few rounds. Saw whiskey-glasses at the judges' table in the footage too - but I'm sure you'll know all about that, probably saw the fethers knockin' a few back between rounds. Am I right?'

 

[Aiko Hayata]

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

"A wide plethora of things sister, that Nakaioma bastard, business dealings in the core, the Ashina situation."

That decrepit old man posed the biggest obstacle to Hayatas drive to get a piece of the galactic profit pie, with the Nakaiomas stranglehold on many industries proving a particular challenge to Hayatas business expansions. But as the old Atrisian proverb once proclaimed: when it is obvious that the goals cannot be reached, don't adjust the goals, adjust the action steps. Aiko was hungry and willing to do all that was needed to propel the family name; she was not above working outside the parameters of legality if need be. She'd done it before countless times; she'd happily do it again even if it cost a few briefcases of credits, a couple of dead bodies and the burnt husk of a business conglomerate.

"I also need to make contact with this Aerarii Tithe ; he will prove useful in our future business."

Aiko spun her recliner around to face her little sister, who seemed to stare idly out into the great wide neon urban expanse of Coruscant outside. The urban jungle of Coruscant had its charms despite the ugly rotting nature of the planet; you could find yourself getting lost in the myriad maze-like nature of the surface buildings for hours. Aiko had felt that same fleeting joy once when she was a young girl fresh out of Atrisia, but decades of Corporation business meetings and high-class hotels had sapped the fun out of heading to the jewel of the core for her.

"When you have the word of his location, you will assemble your crew and bring him to me, preferably not mutilated."​

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[Berach Ulrand]

Lt Col. Berach "The Guv'na" Ulrand
Objective 2
Tags: Siyarr Ahan-Mitharran Hiran Avola

Berach wipes his bloodied right hand across the grey stained uniform tunic draped over his broad chest and then takes Doyle's offered sidearm into his fist, and it made the pistol look comically diminutive and small. The Lieutenant Colonel's lips curl inward into a smile. "I am 'he stoppin power son", Berach joins Doyle's team through their movement in the compound, flawless integration with the massive man taking up a position in the middle of the file with armoured Galidraani men to his front and back.

Standing at the precipice of leaving the compound, Berach turned to Doyle and offered the trooper his pistol. Doyle received it politely and, in the same gesture, offers Berach a cigarette, Berach's heavy brows rise slightly, and his thin mouth opens into a jarring smile. "Da genuine ar'icle from dunwall, cheers, son." Berach had a habit of referring to junior soldiers that way, a paternal habit he'd picked up with fatherhood. Taking a drag from the cigarette, he breathes out and gaze lingers on the orange filter for a moment and then glances down to his own bloodied.

Deep and ugly, Berach's laugh was a yet snarl like a boot being dragged across gravel. Berach walked steadily down a flight of stairs puffing away at the end of the cigarette with one of his shovel for hand tucked into his trouser pocket with the other lingering around the cigarette. Behind Ulrand walked the men of the Red Jackals in their midnight coloured armour with red streaks. Doyle's voice comes from behind Berach, recalling years past fighting in a Dunwall bare-knuckle boxing fight. "Da dustbin lid 'ad 'alen' an' skill, good ov 'im 'o make i' 'hrough seven rounds. Would 'ave bin proud 'o call 'im me own son."

Thoughts went to his actual children. "You go' nippers aw a missus soldier?" Ulrand asked of Doyle, interested to know more of these men who had saved his life. Berach struggles to peer over the contoured muscle of his shoulder to the other soldiers following behind Doyle; he shoots them a wide wolfish grin. "Thanks, faw 'he rescue lads, a round ov wha'ever you wan' in 'he officer's mess on me, simple i' is". Berach pauses and listens to their reaction. "Any 'off 'as a problem wi'h i' 'hey can 'ake i' up wi'h 'he guv."

 

[Konrad Harrsk]

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

Zoraya scoffed and stopped in the doorway to prevent him from passing. "Are you threatening me?" She asked, whipping round to face him. "You ought to watch your mouth, Trooper."

"And if I was - what are you going to do about it?" he glowered at her as the roof behind them collapsed from the raging fire. Konrad paid it no attention.

Being underestimated as merely a trooper was a trump card he never acknowledged until now. There was, apparently, a benefit to serve in the 501st after all.

Zoraya Ives-Ayres

 

[Nelson Reg]

Nelson Reg
New Imperial Order
Imperial Knight
Open to Interaction

Nelson had picked up the pace as he darted between the independent shops and labs on his way to the militia. He was now facing proper resistance from the Highlaws as patrols and garrisoned fighters tried to block his path but they did very little to slow him down as he cut through them as his lightsaber made quick work of the second rate fighters and so until he saw something more threatening than a blaster file Nelson was far more concerned for the militia, he was meant to lead to victory, than himself as it was clear now that they were someways behind enemy lines.

Despite his confidence against the rank and file he continued to watch for signs of the SIth. While he believed he was skilled at many aspects of warfare from lightsaber techniques to tactical planning he was no master in really any of them and so he would have to judge carefully his chances against any Sith he came across.

He came to another barricade and did one he had already done a number of times before: deflect the blaster fire with his lightsaber' pull the fighters towards him, with the Force, leaving them on the ground; finishing them with a series of slashes before quickly moving on. He had to reach the lab turned militia base while it was likely that they were unassailed. He had no way of knowing if the increasing frequency of hostiles was simply due to getting closer to the heart of the combat or was a reaction to his disturbance.

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

ACQUISITION: PART I // KOL HURO​

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The Trade Federation shuttle which conveyed Tithe came to rest on its clawed landing struts on the roof of the Liquidity Textile headquarters. A puff of steam masked the descending boarding ramp which admitted the Director to the razed surface of Kol Huro III. He strode to the edge of the rooftop and surveyed the surrounding area.

Once productive factories which covered the surface of the planet, and indeed the six other planets in the system, laid in ruins. A steady flow of textiles, components and household goods had made the factory owners rich beyond belief. The years of war had severed vital transport routes and eaten into profit margins. The destruction fought by the Sith in their hasty retreat had sealed the fates of many corporations, who had moved their operations to more stable regions of the galaxy.

Where they had seen ruin, Tithe now saw opportunity.

The flashes of blaster bolts illuminated the otherwise darkened cityscape as Trade Federation battle droids moved from factory to factory, cleaning them of holdouts from the war. A protocol droid flanked by two TF04 heavy battledroids crossed the rooftop to Tithe escorting a prisoner.

“An emissary, Director,” the protocol droid explained with its nasal intonation. Tithe surveyed the newcomer. They were dressed in the latest Atrisia robes, clearly not part of the rabble who squatted in the dead factories. A rival factory order also here to reclaim their assets? That wouldn’t do.

Tithe nodded to the edge of the rooftop. The droids turned and began to march the prisoner toward to precipice and a quick demise.

Remaining calm, the prisoner freed a hand and pulled back her robe to reveal a black flower-like sigil tattooed on the inside of her forearm.

“Wait.” The droids came to an immediate stop as Tithe drew closer to inspect the prisoner. He knew that symbol. “My dear, you would do well to choose your next words, ah, wisely.”

The envoy calmly explained the summons from Aiko Hayata for Tithe to join her on Coruscant. A grin formed on the Aargauun’s face. He’d long looked forward to making the acquaintance of the Hayata Corp CEO.

“If I may,” he countered. “Would you be so kind as to convey an invitation for your esteemed mistress to join me here on Kol Huro.” Tithe looked out over the hundreds of abandoned factories, all waiting for a visionary new master - or mistress - to bring them back online. “Yes, I do believe the peregrination will be worth her while.”

 

[Saiko Hayata]

T R O U B L E
HAYATA CORP. HOTEL
CORUSCANT
赤虎
Aiko Hayata

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"When you have the word of his location, you will assemble your crew and bring him to me, preferably not mutilated."

The smirk on her face was unyielding as her sister issued out orders, the very same orders she had already anticipated. "Already ahead of you," she glanced over her shoulder, "I dispatched one of our newly acquired associates to find him and bring him here, she should be getting back to me by the end of the night. Of course, she's disposable, so if his guards get trigger happy before she issues her message, it's inconsequential." She pinned her cigarette between her teeth and retrieved the comdevice from her trouser pocket. Manicured fingers flicked the case open and saw her tuck the earpiece into her ear. "I suspect, given his character, he'll have a deal ready to propose for you and may wish to host you rather than the other way around. Should that be the case, I believe it wise to accept the invitation, so long as my boys and I come with you."

Saiko walked toward the table and tapped out her cigarette, lingering on the edge as she eyed her sister inquisitively. "As for Nakaioma, leave worry about him to me. You focus on what it is you do best and I'll focus on what it is that I do best. We're a team, after all."

KOL HURO
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The woman stared at Aerarii Tithe for a lengthy moment, obviously unsure if changing the desires of the sisters was an option to her. Could she afford to offer a counter to their wishes? She had been sent here as punishment after being plucked up from a rival Clan, and it was only her experience in scouting and tracking people that had spared her the blade. She huffed indignantly, pulling at the metallic grip still remaining around her arm, and spoke: "It was the Vice President who sent me with this message, would you prefer to speak your wishes yourself?"

And right about that time, the envoy's eyes illuminated with silvered light.​

 

[Zoraya Ives-Ayres]

COMPNOR
Imperial Security Bureau
ISB-273
Objective: II
Konrad Harrsk Hiran Avola Siyarr Ahan-Mitharran

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"And if I was - what are you going to do about it?"

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Though her expression remained as stoic as ever, she was at a loss for words. She didn't have any real authority to do anything but she had never been openly challenged before. She had come to believe, in her time at the academy, that she deserved respect, even if she didn't afford such respect to others. The reality was quite stark in contrast.

She knew any attempts to bluff would fall through. Whatever negative feelings she held about him, none of them pointed towards him being stupid so after a few moments of awkward silence, she reluctantly stepped aside to let him pass.

 

[Atticus Pyke]

OBJ II: HIDE AND SEEK
ISB-138 AGENT PYKE
'ISHMAEL'
Djorn Bline

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CLASSIFIED VESSEL, ORBIT ABOVE LORRD
LOCAL TIME: UNSPECIFIED
OPERATION: RAT IN A CAGE​

"So...you're the guy to correct Griggs and Glokta's kark-ups, huh?"

Pyke recognized that voice. Bline. First the Station Chief and now the Improvements Commissioner? Pyke wondered if vexing him had become a pastime. "Glokta's kark-up, sir." Nothing about his tone rang formal, betraying the attention to honorific. Taking an offered cigar, Pyke lit it with the end of his previous smoke before extinguishing it between pinched fingers.

"Griggs is a victim of the Station Chief's incompetence. Can't blame the obvious rat getting snatched, he was practically under orders to fail." Puff of smoke. Glance down to the cigar. Definitely not one to his taste. "Why?" Pyke asked impatiently. "Let me guess; you got another slip-up for me to clean?"

 

[Nelson Reg]

Nelson Reg
New Imperial Order
Imperial Knight
Objective 1
Open to Interaction

Finally, he had arrived and it was clear that the militia was keeping itself busy, at least with defense, as shown by the smoking bodies of Highlaws scattered in view of the lab. As Nelson approached the sound of shuffling boats and metal clanking could be heard but not a shot was fired. He was relieved that the militia was not so gripped by fear that they would fire on anyone on sight. Looking up he noted that the windows had been barricaded using sheets of metal with slits for vision as well as holes for the handful of blaster barrels poking out.

Before he could knock on the sturdy door, it opened revealing the militia Nelson was sent to inspire and lead. As they saluted his arrival Nelson looked over what was before him. The militiamen seemed to be of mixed origin. The majority wore plain clothes with a black and white patch attached via various means to one shoulder while the others wore what looked like the uniforms of security guards with the same shoulder patch. Looking past the militia it was clear that the lab space was being put to good use. Piles of scientific equipment cluttered the floor while the tables were covered in a range of maps and datapads. On the back wall was a tattered banner displaying a thin black x on a white background.

Nelson turned to the militia and spoke clearly "At ease" as the salute ended one of the uniformed fighters stepped forward.
"I think I speak for all my men when I say I'm glad you made it." said the man who's age was noticeable from his voice as well as face.
"A few blasters won't stop me." Nelson said as he smiled, under his helmet, at the militia commander "But let us discuss why I am here. Explain to me the situation and what state your militia is in." He instructed.
"Of course sir, follow me if you would." said the somewhat nervous commander as he led the Imperial Knight towards the mess of maps.

 

[Geugor Simonels]

Objective 1 - Class Dismissed
628th Army Battalion
Allies - NIO and Millita
Enemies - TSE and Highlaws
Equipment - In Bio
OPEN FOR INTERACTION
The bright-orange sky was the color of fire. A mixture of smoke and fire produced reddish haze that seemed to settle across the ground provided a grim backdrop to the 628th's 9 strong march towards the side of the university, a monolithic triangular complex that seemed to rise out of the urban-sprawl and pierce the sky, like the Sith's very own spearhead, pointed towards the rest of the galaxy. The line of soldiers proceeded through a bombed out section of the city, scattered with debris, scorched earth and smoking ruins of destroyed buildings, razed to the ground by Imperial bombs. No sounds carried across the remains of the metropolis, except the desolate wind. Suddenly, a series of bright flashes and explosion-like cracks cut through the silence. An imperial soldier falls, and then another, and then another. Thinking fast, Geugor dives behind the cover of a long, large mound of shifted earth, as blaster fire streaks over his head. His compatriots have the same bright idea, throwing themselves to the ground, explosions from enemy mortar fire rocking the ground. Geugor brings his blaster to bear, and fires off a few crack shots at the enemy, dug into a building further down the street, ducking again into cover as a blaster-round nearly strikes his shoulder, impacting the mound a few feet in front of him. His CO barks into his commlink. "Eagle-Eye, we are under heavy enemy fire from a building a few clicks north of our position! We got 3 men down!" Geugor attempts to waft the smoke away from his eyes as his rifle cools down, more explosions rocking the ground. "Get that Gundark up here gawdammnit!" A man crawls forward, positioning a heavy blaster on the mound. An older model, the DLT-19, but it was still reliable. The large weapon began to rapidly put down fire towards the enemy position, raining down hell upon the guerillas. Unexpectedly, the weapon stopped, and a large orange light glowed on the barrel. "Misfire!" The soldier yelled, as he whacked the rifle and crawled into cover. "That Gundark ain't working! Get it unstuck and pour into those f*ckers!" A loud whistling sounded out, and a mortar shell slammed into exactly where the heavy-weapons operator was, incinerating the poor bastard immediately. "Sh*t! We're dropping like flies! Eagle-Eye, we are pulling back!" More mortar shells rocked the ground dangerously close to the men, as medics pulled the limp bodies of soldiers away from the front. "Fall back! Fall back!" The CO bellowed, as Geugor hopped to his feet, racing towards safety. More mortar shells rocked the street, sending men flying, some directly landing on their targets and almost disintegrating them. Geugor ran with the rest of his unit, until a whistling sound seemed to be right in his ear, causing him to stop. Geugor ducked as a shell impacted a few feet in of him, sending him tumbling to the ground, his ears ringing. Suddenly, the bombardment stopped. A large haze of smoke hung over the ruins, and Geugor slowly wobbled to his feet, squinting his eyes to see through the smoke. The smoke cleared. The street was empty. None of his comrades running forms were present anymore, only the corpses of those the medics couldn't evacuate in time or had to leave were left, lining the streets. Geugor spoke into his commlink. "Hello? Anyone?" There was no response. Geugor grunted in frustration as he ducked into a nearby alleyway, cautiously beginning his march back towards friendly lines. He would need some help with navigation, however..

 

[Nelson Reg]

Nelson Reg
New Imperial Order
Imperial Knight
Objective 1
Open to Interaction
Geugor Simonels

The Imperial Knight and the security guard turned militia commander got to work. Maps were analysed, datapads were shifted through and inventory was taken and taken again. Plans were drawn up almost as quickly as they were scrapped. Nelson found the situation he was in rather unusual. Hightlaw resistance was low in this sector which was most likely due to a focus on the heavy fighting elsewhere however this did mean he and the militia were free to act. If they were to act too boldly a few Highlaw backline troops could crush the militia. One thing was clear to Nelson: The distraction he was tasked with providing would have to be large but singular. Nelson knew that if anyone but him was to survive they would need to strike quickly before withdrawing with the same speed.

"Commander, I think we can both agree on a quick strike," Nelson said as he waited for the Commander to nod.
"Aye." said the Commander acting as the sole voice of the militia.
"Good but if we are to succeed we will need additional firepower. There is an ordnance lab not too far from our position. If only we could..." He was interrupted by a message coming over his comlink.

"Hello? Anyone?"

"This is Imperial Knight Nelson Reg. If you are hearing this, we are close enough for short-range NIO communications. If you are alone, come and assist me on my mission. I shall send you the location" Nelson said authoritatively.

 

[Aemilio Valaar]

Obj 1
501st Black Hands
Omari Cardon Hark Pellaeon Alais Kaun Morgana Sinclair

The sense of apprehension wafted off of Omari like a stink bomb. It assailed the thoughts at the forefront of his mind as he rapidly crafted the plan of operation. New information, new units announcing themselves. A leader had to be prepared for anything, and he was to put them all in line.

While the rest of the company engaged the hostile defenders with the Penal Legion, Emil's own team took to the side buildings. Ducking in and out of buildings as the main force was engaged.

There was a sniper out there, potentially multiple, but Aemilio did not care. Not with the Penal's armour present, even if only bipedal walkers. They needn't deploy a full armour battalion for a defense of this calibre. And besides, the Black Hands were used to charging under fire. A reality that Aemilio was certain Cardon would experience in the coming future.

Positions were taken up, the building they were breaching had an oversight on the thoroughfare the Black Hands were taking.

<"Heard ye fellas ur gunna be havin' some problems wit' a shield generator array. Just leave that ti us, we're coverin' yer approach, will standby ti address coverage on th'fly as needed, over.">

Galidraani?

The accent was hard to miss. He remembered the Captain Reed from the Battle of Mongrel's Hill at Korriban. Side by side their men scaled the mountain, fighting both the unnatural elements as the planet itself attempted to swallow them whole, up until they were evaced. By none other than the Fiolette Fortan, another Galidraani who also favoured the skies.

It seems I'm quite popular with 'em.

In his mind's eye he observed the battlefield, recalling the locations of positions before he patted Omari on the shoulder. The signal to begin the countdown to breach. Their lifesign scanners in their helmets told them there were living beings on the other side of that wall. The breach was sure to disable and stun them, potentially kill anyone that was too close.

But that'd only last for a few moments once the bolts started flying.

In the meantime of the countdown, he patched into the line with the air squadron.

<<Confirmed. Attack is underway. Rain on 'em as you will!>>

 

[Ghalric Rau]

DOGS OF WAR
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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Blitz had never been one for the deeper politics.

He was a practical man, more inclined to get things done quickly and efficiently out in the field rather than discuss the what ifs in a room. But the internal threats were piling up and needed more delicate plans of action to be made.

Reclining in his seat once more, arms folded across his armoured chest as feet were kicked out in front, Blitz listened as first the Imperator spoke before the others all gave their opinions on his views.

He bit back another sigh, mentally chastising himself for the "impatient old man" mindset that started creeping its way into his thoughts. He had half a mind to join Revenant in infiltrating enemy lines, just so he could get out of talks and actually do something. But the dad-complex pressed itself to the forefront of his thoughts as he mulled over Fel's words regarding Harrsk and company.

Raising his chin slightly, he cleared his throat somewhat.
"Biocomm Network is definitely a good idea, but what amount of labour would be required to monitor our entire force on this network round the clock?" he asked Bloodlet. If they could iron out the logistics around it, it would work far better than just rinsing and repeating without any information to show for it. "As for the youth, I agree with both you, Imperator, as well as Avenger. I'll operate among them, learn their thought processes behind this letter exactly. Whether they wish us to sever all ties with our allies or where is this headed. By no means should they be silenced, but we also can't expect kids to dictate the actions of State. Once they realise that we bent to their will, nothing is to stop them from rising up against more and attempt to overthrow the Order completely. Like Avenger says, young minds can still be molded, so let us find a middle ground with them. Solving the problem with the youth may perhaps also solve the political headache with our alliances. Because, currently, it is a loaded gun waiting to go off on the frontlines. One we can't afford to while trying to quell the Maw. I'll move among them, deploy with them, work with these representatives to see what agreement could be reached with minimal impact on the war effort."

In the end, he felt it harsh to have to thrust the youth into another war because there is a shortage of veterans. Yes, it bred character and in the culture he was raised in, children became warriors at a very young age. It did not make it right, however. The less casualties this war claimed, the better. The nation could not organically sustain another drawn out war of almost ten years in his uneducated opinion. There would be no new generation to take over from this one then.

Their youth was supposed to be their future. Not their soldiers.

 

[Liam Docherty]

L I N D W O R M
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER | THE WYVERNS
LORRD
Morgana Sinclair | Omari Cardon | Hark Pellaeon | Alais Kaun

"Pegasus, Raven, break ti th'right! Dragonfly, ye're with me! Let's rinse 'em!"

<“Oi! Suppose you’ve got room for me, yeah?”>

Another TIE fighter screamed in the air at high velocity, Liam transmitting his IFF codes to his Wyvern brethren and the dauntless 501st legion to avoid any friendly fire from his fellow Imperials.

<“Dinnit think I’d take a break from ya, cap’n?”>

Especially not when there were Sith-Loyalists to purge, the same scourge that plagued Galidraan. Every fight meant being close to liberating Galidraan from such radical dissidence. Escort duty was finished with the main force already with boots and wheels and the ground, all thanks to Morgana and the others; time for something more exciting.

Pulling back on his controls to decrease the TIE’s velocity as Liam had his sights on the buildings the insurgents were using for defensive measures against the 501st. Nothing but air support to ruin their day.

<“Gotcha.”>

Thumbs pressed down to the red button on his controls with green turbolasers raining down on the rebels, infrastructure demolished or critically compromised.

<“Delicate bunch we are, ain’t that right?”>