Dominion Loth Gun: MIR Dominion of Lothal!

[Ronhar Tane]

In many ways, Lothal is not entirely dissimilar from Mahporeem.

Both planets lie within the Outer Rim, have a relatively impoverished population living on them, and have been forgotten by the galaxy for most of its history...at least, until now. With the Imperial Remnant's newly acquired prominence and its rapid expansion into the sectors bordering it, it was only a matter of time before Lothal became the next planet under its gaze. Now, the Imperial Remnant seeks to do what the original Galactic Empire could not nearly a thousand years ago: secure the planet and the cooperation of its people by any means necessary, though whether or not it will be force or diplomacy that does so remains to be seen!

OBJECTIVE I: FLIGHT SCHOOL
[PvP, PvE]

Nearly a thousand years ago, Lothal was home to the infamous TIE Defender program, which lead to the development of one of the most powerful and cutting edge starfighters ever developed at that point. Today, though the Imperial Remnant remains diametrically opposed to the idea of the Galactic Empire, they do see the importance of continuing the program that the Empire started, though with a decidedly Mahporeenian twist. Here on Lothal, the Imperial Remnant carries out flight training and testing for those interested in becoming pilots, under the watchful eye of only the most veteran instructors.

Outside pilots are welcome to join for training!

OBJECTIVE II: REBEL RAUSER
[PvE, Social]

Given the Galactic Empire's actions on Lothal, most of the locals are bitterly opposed to any sort of Imperial presence on the planet, and a mob of angry citizens have come out in force to protest the Mahporeenian arrival. The army has been deployed to keep the peace, but the situation remains tense in Lothal City as negotiations continue to integrate the planet into Mahporeem's sphere of influence. Will diplomacy prevail over the opinions of the past, or will this "protest" turn violent, forcing the Imperial Remnant to use a heavier hand against the local population than might otherwise be intended?

OBJECTIVE III: BYOO
[Various]

Lothal is a vast planet with many locations of interest. Having an idea that's not outlined in the above objectives? Want to go somewhere else that isn't expressly listed? Bring your own objective to this thread!

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[Shae'ri Mor]

Lothal | BYOO

Equipment • Scrapborn | Scrapfangs | Scrapveil
Sidekick • Clunk3r
Interaction{s} • Open

The ship descended through a ceiling of thick white clouds and settled upon a barren shelf of rock carved into the mountainside, its landing struts biting into the ancient stone with a hydraulic hiss. Engines wound down, leaving only the low mechanical ticking of cooling metal beneath the mountain wind.

Shae’ri Mor descended the ramp first, her armor dark against the pale rock, followed closely by Clunk3r, her droid associate, whose servomotors clicked and whined beneath the weight of his equipment. Before them, a narrow trail wound upward between sheer cliffs and weathered stone, disappearing into a maze of crags and ancient formations.

Far above, partially obscured by mist, stood the remains of the fabled Jedi Temple; its once-proud spires broken, its stonework fractured by centuries of abandonment, yet still rising from the mountains like the skeletal remains of some forgotten monument. Shae’ri paused only long enough to study the ruins through her calculating eyes.

Whatever sanctity the Jedi had once attributed to the place had long since been reduced to dust. What remained was an objective.

They advanced along the winding mountain path in disciplined silence, boots grinding against loose shale while the wind moved through the ravines like distant artillery. The closer they came to the stone spires, the more oppressive the ruins appeared; shattered arches protruded from the mountainside, collapsed stairways vanished beneath scree, and dark openings punctured the ancient structure like wounds.

Shae’ri glanced toward Clunk3r without slowing. “Expect anything,” she said, her voice flat and deliberate. “Scavengers, traps, guardian droids, unstable structures. If this place isn't abandoned, then something may have survived inside it that was never meant to be found, or took it up as their residence.”

Clunk3r answered with a series of electronic clicks, opting not to speak. “And don't wander,” Shae’ri added. “Stay close to me. If something comes out of those ruins, I want you beside me, not halfway up the mountain trying to determine whether it is friendly.”

She tightened her grip on her weapon as the ancient Jedi Temple's spires finally emerged fully from the mist above them. “Whatever is waiting inside that temple, we deal with it together.”​

 

[Gordo Dennedaw]

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Gordo wasn't happy about being put on crowd control duty at the protest against Imperial presence on Lothal. There wasn't much action here beyond pushing back protestors that got a little too close to the government building where officials were working to bring the planet into the Maphoreem Imperial Remnant. The payout was decent, but his heavy cannon named Old Brevity was sitting idle and getting colder by the minute.

Boredom was always when his head started getting noisy, so he looked for a distraction. He leaned his armored shoulder against the permacrete barrier, a half-smoked cigar stuck between his teeth. Smoke got in his eyes, but he didn't blink it away. Instead, he adjusted his grip on the weapon across his chest and looked at the young officer next to him.

The kid's uniform was clean, pressed, and had never seen real dirt, the exact kind of green lieutenant Gordo loved to mess with to pass the time. "You see those people out there, brother," Gordo said in a low voice, pointing his cigar at the shouting crowd across the plaza.

"They look at us like we're a mighty AT-AT, but we're really the repulsorlift barge swimming beneath them. They have no idea what Imperial power really means." The officer blinked, his mouth opening as he tried to understand what the mercenary was talking about.

Confusion was clearly visible on his face, but he quickly covered it up with a quick nod of his capped head, eager to cut the strange rambling short. "Uh... yes. Right, contractor. Keep the perimeter secure." Gordo snorted, taking a long pull from his cigar and letting grey smoke roll out past his thick mustache.

"Yeah. Right, captain." He turned back to watch the square, his little game with the lieutenant over and his attention went back to the growing angry crowd. Just as he looked, someone in the front line threw a half-eaten meiloorun fruit that splattered uselessly against a riot shield two spots away from him.​

 

[Hypheer Vhyrn]

LOTHAL - FLIGHT TRAINING GROUNDS
MAHPOREEM IMPERIAL REMNANT SPACE
OBJECTIVE I: FLIGHT SCHOOL​

Hypheer Vhyrn had been called a lot of things. Reckless. Criminal. Swoop trash. Show-off. Pilot. That last one she actually liked. Cadet, however, was pushing it. The Mirialan stood on the edge of the flight line with her helmet tucked beneath one arm, watching the preparations underway around her. Ground crews moved between waiting fighters while instructors attempted to organize pilots into flights. Engines whined in the distance. Somewhere overhead, another fighter tore through the Lothal sky.

Hypheer's blue eyes followed it until it disappeared. She'd learned to fly by discovering exactly how close she could bring a swoop to a duracrete wall without becoming part of it. She'd learned starfighters through experience, instinct, and a considerable amount of behavior that probably would have earned disciplinary action at any respectable flight academy. And now someone had decided she belonged with the cadets.

Hypheer glanced toward the others assigned to her flight. "This is insulting."

The nearby flight instructor didn't bother looking up from his datapad. "You're participating in Flight School."

"I'm aware."

"That makes you a student."

Hypheer's mouth twisted. "Temporary participant."

"Cadet."

She stared at him. He finally looked up. Neither moved. Hypheer broke first, giving a short laugh as she shook her head. "Fine." She could survive being called a cadet for one exercise. Probably. Besides, the situation became considerably more interesting once Hypheer learned who had been assigned to make their lives miserable.

Aggressor Squadron.

She knew what they were. Every serious flight program needed someone willing to play the enemy, and the aggressors weren't supposed to make the cadets look good. They were supposed to exploit mistakes. Break formations. Punish hesitation. Demonstrate what happened when the opponent didn't politely follow the training scenario. And leading them today was Wilnes Za. That got Hypheer's attention.

She spotted the Iktochi farther down the flight line among the aggressor pilots. Aggressor Leader. Hypheer had heard enough about Za to know the woman had earned the position from a cockpit rather than behind a desk. A pilot with experience, skill, and apparently enough confidence to spend her time teaching other pilots exactly how much they still had to learn. Hypheer could respect that.

She also immediately wanted to shoot her down. Not literally. Probably. "Her?"

The instructor followed Hypheer's gaze. "Squadron Leader Za."

"She's flying against us?"

"That's generally what opposition means."

Hypheer ignored the sarcasm. Her grin was already returning. "Okay." Suddenly, being stuck with the cadets didn't seem quite so insulting.

Hypheer turned toward her assigned fighter and began walking around it. Once. Then again. She wasn't performing anything resembling a regulation preflight inspection. Her attention lingered instead on the things that actually interested her: thrusters, maneuvering surfaces, weapons, and all the places where the engineers had clearly decided that this far and no farther represented acceptable performance.

Every machine had limits. Hypheer considered them challenges. A crew chief noticed where her attention had settled. "Don't."

Hypheer stopped. "Don't what?"

"Whatever you're thinking."

Her eyebrows lifted. "You don't even know what I'm thinking."

"I've met pilots."

That earned him a laugh. Hypheer pulled on her helmet and climbed into the cockpit. The canopy descended over her. External noise faded. Her hands moved across the controls as the fighter awakened around her, displays flickering to life one after another. Repulsors. Flight controls. Weapons set to training parameters. Engines.

The familiar vibration traveled through the seat. Hypheer settled back. This was better. She could tolerate instructors. She could tolerate procedures. She could even tolerate being called a cadet. Because somewhere out there was an Aggressor Squadron waiting to prove the pilots on Hypheer's side weren't nearly as good as they thought they were. And Wilnes Za was leading them.

Hypheer switched to the assigned flight frequency. "Vhyrn, ready." Her hand wrapped around the controls. The grin returned beneath her helmet. If Flight School wanted to find out what she could do, that was fine. Hypheer wanted to find out what Wilnes Za could do.

TAGS: OPEN | Draven Vex

Spoiler: “Loadout”

[*]Training Fighter[/url]

• Status
  • Shields: 100%
  • Hull: 100%
  • Structure: 100%
• Armament
  • Ion Cannon Turret
  • L-s9.3 Laser Cannons x2
  • NZ LC-2A Laser Cannons x2
  • Space-mine Ejector
    • M-S7 Seismic Mines (4)
    • Void-7 Seismic Charges (4)
• Pilot Equipment
  • FAE/A-09 Anti-G Suit
  • NZ/ BP-25 Light Blaster Pistol 'Silex'
  • Ion Slicer Vibroknife