Making An Example (Republic Remnant Dominion of the Ylesia Hex)

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Objectives

Spoiler

Objective One: The majority of the Hutts running Ylesia surrendered without a fight once the Republic navy translated into realspace in the planet's outer orbit. The Hutts have been gathered before the Republic delegation for judgement.

Objective Two: Large swathes of both Ylesia and Nyrvona populace were brought in via false religious ceremonies conducted by the Hutts. Their minds have been addled over the generations, but there is still a chance to save these people. Recognizing the severity of their lethargy, covert Republic forces have been ordered to kidnap local religious leaders so that they might be indoctrinated to the Church of The Force, a religion that will fill the hole of that which is being taken away, and also agrees with the Republic's values. Securing religious control will help stabilize Ylesia faster in terms of years, but knowledge of these indoctrinations can never reach the public.

Objective Three: Ylesia and Nyrvona are completely covered in spice processing facilities. Most facilities have been marked for transfer into more mundane production following complete Republic control, but the most grievous offenders must be burned to the ground. The people of Ylesia and its sister world have suffered greatly at the hands of their masters, and the handful of Hutts resistant to Republic authority make the perfect targets for righteous retaliation.

Objective Four: BYOO

Allies: [member="Alyson Halle"]
Objective One: Judge The Hutts
Location: Aboard the Chimaera, Ylesia's Orbit

The Chimaera drifted silently through the void like an apathetic god. The ancient vessel did not care for the Hutt ships that scrambled out its way, nor did it slow as it approached the larger trade vessels. Starfighters scrambled to halt the ship; none ever returned to their ports. The handful of spaceborn Hutt defenders were wiped from existence either by coldly calculated bursts of turbolaser fire, or the proton torpedos of the vessel's starfighter escorts.

It was only after the surprised Hutts' paltry defense collapsed that the rest of the Republic fleet arrived. It was a relatively small gathering compared to the formations fielded by the galaxy's larger galactic powers, but the force was formidable nonetheless. Caught utterly by surprise, the Hutts of Ylesia and her sister world surrendered ten minutes after the Republic-Ylesia War had begun.

All holdings were ceded to the remnant, and a total of seven lives had been lost. Seven lives for an entire world.

"There is no such thing as overwhelming force," Field Marshal Cedric Grayson murmured as he settled down into his command throne. He was bound in the trappings of his former station, his father's mask hiding his features from any prying eyes. The particularly insightful might have noticed the cane Cedric had brought with him into the bridge, though no one was foolish enough to ask about it.

He might have been well enough to lead from a chair, but he certainly couldn't fight.

"Several Hutt facilities have refused our terms Field Marshal. The majority are gathered on Nyvona. How do we respond?"

Cedric peered down at the ensign that had spoken to him. After a few moments of thought, the warrior spoke. "Deploy the 501st Legion and its support cadres to the facilities on Nyvona. Liberate the slaves and burn everything to the ground. Bring any prisoners you find back to the fleet."

The ensign mumbled his acknowledgement and turned back to his duties. Cedric drew in a deep breath, then exhaled. "The status of our dealings with the priests?"

"Underway. The Hutts that cooperated have arrived Field Marshal."

"Good, bring them to the bridge. We'll speak face to face."

 

[Alyson Halle]

Objective 1
[member="Cedric Grayson"]

Hutts were sickening creatures, they wanted nothing but to turn a quick profit and did not care who had to suffer to meet those ends. Prosperity should be shared if it is attained, Hutts believed it was all for them and nobody else. She was pleased when she was tasked with receiving the cooperating Hutts, she almost took pleasure in seeing these scumbags get off their high horse, but she controlled her emotions as she had learned to, not letting the fleeting thought take over her.

Alyson lead the Hutts to the bridge, there were about five, these were the head honchos, the other two overlords had not given in when the fleet arrived, At least those Hutts had spines, these ones cowered at the slightest show of force, not even putting up the slightest resistance. It was almost as if they accepted their grand ineptitude, only capable of bossing around others and taking extravagant pleasure cruises instead of working on improving the lives of their work force.

The doors to the bridge opened, and Alyson led the group in, one by one. The Hutts were flanked by some of the 501st's best. She had them line up shoulder to shoulder in front of the Field Marshal, forced to look up at the man.

"I have brought them as you requested Field Marshal Do as you wish."

 

[Icarn Amonta]

Enemies: [member="Alyson Halle"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"]
Objective: Opposition

Icarn had made it clear from the beginning that he had little interest in dealing with Hutts. On numerous occasions, he found himself cutting interactions with the slugs short, holding his tongue when he'd much rather remind them just how close to worms they were, in both appearance and action. No, for the sake of his employers, he held his tongue. He refrained from damaging the Hutts' precious egos, the least they could do was avoid causing trouble. Truly, a horrendous sacrifice on his part but apparently just not enough.

And now, here he was, tasked with ensuring their security. Had Icarn been in charge, he would've cut his losses well before any of this could happen. Oh well, no sense dwelling on that now. He had a ship to deal with.

The Hutts would only find dismay if they had expected him to meet this Field Marshal with them. The Shi'ido had disappeared from sight shortly after departing Ylesia's grounds. If the Chimera's personnel were particularly attentive, perhaps they'd notice the additional staff perusing their halls, heading toward the bridge in their own roundabout way. He'd tend to the Hutts soon enough, but first why not level the playing field a bit? Better yet, he'd do his enemies a favor. After all, if he was able to roam relatively undetected aboard their vessel, surely something had to be done with their security.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Objective: Take Control of the Spice Mines
Allies:[member="Alyson Halle"] [member="Cedric Grayson"]

Jaster stood on the bridge of his Flagship, the Prudiise A'den, a stolen destroyer from the One Sith that he purchased on the black market. He arrived after Cedric and his fleet destroyed the Hutt Fleet. He was not very pleased to see the way things were about to happen, he instantly informed his communications officer to radio Jaster over. His large body moved as he walked over to the holo-communicator. His appearance then formed on the bridge of the Chimaera next to Cedric. "Field Marshal Grayson, please remember that those facilities on the ground can be turned into medical facilities for the front line, we are running very low on those supplies on this damn War on Crime escapade the Senate has sent us on, lets make this a clean invasion, minimal damage as possible and blaster and concussion grenades only."

It was at this point that the Hutts were escorted into the room and Jaster cut his lecture short, best to keep the image of unity when dealing with the Hutts.

 

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Allies: [member="Alyson Halle"], [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]
Objective One: Judge The Hutts
Location: Aboard the Chimaera, Ylesia's Orbit


Jaster's advisement was met with a thin lipped smile.

"The facilities we've marked for destruction are not vital to the war effort General. Facilities can be rebuilt in a matter of months, and the supplies we've saved in this rapid victory have given us a bit of leverage. These people need to see we are on their side, not only here for their resources," a pause, "Regardless, I see your point. I'll note your suggestion in my l-"

Cedric felt the presence of others outside the doors. The knight fell entirely silent as the doors slid apart, woefully unaware of the danger that lurked the halls of his prized vessel. "So you have. Thank you Alyson." Cedric gestured toward the gathering of Hutts. None of them looked particularly pleased, though each was intelligent enough to try to maintain eye contact. Doing so was impossible of course, Cedric wore his helm for a reason after all.

"My friends," the masked warrior rose from his throne. "Welcome aboard the Chimaera. I am Field Marshal Cedric Grayson: the woman that brought you here is Jedi Knight Alyson Halle, the man in the hologram is General Awaud, and the charming fellow to your left is Shluurk."

The creature in question peered down at the hutts from a heavy cowl. He was a thickset monster of a creature, with teeth filled to sharp points and muscled scaly skin. The Graug's toothy maw split with a grin.

"Hello friends."

The first Hutt spoke. "This is illegal Field Marshal. This is sovereign Hutt territory - we reclaimed it from the Red Ravens, the Black Sun, and the Confederacy. Make this move, and we will eventually reclaim it from you as well."

Silence followed. Then the laughter came. It was low and rumbling, filled with the sort of mirth that promised genuine laughter. "What do you think of this?" Cedric asked his compatriots once his laughter finally subsided.

 

[Alyson Halle]

Objective: 1b - Search for the infiltrator
Tags: [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Icarn Amonta"]

Alyson watched the exchange between Cedric and the Hutts with great disinterest. She had sensed something far more intersting. Her well attuned force senses granted her vision of every being on the ship, she made herself aware of every soul on the vessel, and there was something out of placed. A dark side force user was moving through the ship, there should be no such person on the ship, and they certainly were not there before the Hutts boarded. Something fishy was going on.
After the laughter died down Alyson bowed to Cedric and the Hutts.

"If you excuse me I have other matters to attend to." She said before pulling out a small datapad and typing in a message to Cedric.

Possible security breach, odd force sensitive force signature, im going to investigate, keep the Hutts busy.

She then made her way down, relying on her senses to track down the errant force signature which was roaming around The Chimera. She made her way from hallway to hallway, passively listening to the movements of the force. It gave less of a clarity than using her powers to actively search, but it prevented the other force sensitive from knowing she was searching, or atleast, delayed his or her knowledge of such. She had to be on her toes, this guy could be anywhere, and from what she could tell, he had infiltrated, because she had not sensed and conflict yet.

 

[Icarn Amonta]

Enemies: [member="Jaster of Clan [/FONT][FONT=georgia]Awaud"] | [member="Alyson Halle"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"]
Objective: Opposition

This was almost too easy, Icarn was bored half to tears. It couldn't be helped, he supposed. Normal workers weren't exactly equipped for dealing with someone so perfectly hidden in their midsts. Most didn't spare him more than a passing glance, giving him ample opportunity to move as he pleased, even getting directions for his particular query.

The security personnel stared up at him from their seats with a curious gaze. "What are you doing here?"

Icarn fixed his vacant gaze on the man who spoke. A wicked grin reached his lips as his features and overall person warped and shifted until he was a near perfect replica of the man. "Change of plans, boys. You're all relieved of duty."

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Stuffing the corpses in a closet, swiping his template's (a poor man by the name of Gerald) ID and datapad, Icarn turned his attention to the equipment these men once had control over. He could see the bridge on the surveillance cameras, the Hutts, the Field Marshal and his crew, and the woman just as she took her leave. He paid that no mind for the moment, focussing on all the new toys he had at his disposal. Wouldn't it be such a shame if he transferred access to, oh let's just say, everything to him? That sounded like just a fantastic idea to him. What else? Oh, he knew. This sort of ship would have a hold for prisoners, right? He didn't bother to check if anyone was actually being held, just went right through the effort to unlock everything. Just enough chaos to let him act as strangely as he needed to for now on.

He sat back in his chair, satisfied with himself. However, something just didn't seem quite right. Where had that woman run off to?

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Objective: Take Control of the Spice Mines
Allies:[member="Alyson Halle"] [member="Cedric Grayson"]

Jaster only looked at the Hutts as they attempted to stated they had rights to these worlds they enslaved. These worlds have been lawless since the days of old with the Galactic Republic still unable to stop them from committing their crimes. He only looked to Cedric, "When your done playing with your toys, get me those mines before our assualt on Nal Hutta,"

He looked onto the Hutt, relaxing his stance and looked at them like he was about to address some children that were having their toys being taken away. "By order of the Senate of the Republic, and since your world has no standing government, the worlds in this sector are being taken under the protection of the Republic, Cedric Grayson is here by given the authority to govern the sector until an official can be elected by the freed inhabitants of the worlds, those who resist are to be detained and brought to the courts of the Republic Remnant Justice Department and face crimes of Drug Trafficking of the first degree, Sentient Rights Violations of the first degree, and transportation of illegal contraband and salvage without a licence," He knew that would grab their attention, "Those who comply will be given pardons and allowed to leave Republic Space."

He knew this would stop the Hutt from thinking they had any right to stop the Justice of the Republic. The Senate were on a war path to become the first government to subdue the criminal activity in the area, after all why else would they settle so close to Hutt Space.

 

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Toys he'd called them. Cedric supposed Jaster wasn't entirely wrong in using that designation either; he was having fun with these loathsome creatures. With a flick of his wrist, Cedric bode the majority of the guardsmen to join Alyson in her hunt. The men moved in complete silence, the only sounds one could hear from them being the whirring of their rifles as the power packs came to life. The knight skimmed over the message Alyson had sent him; his brow furrowed.

"We already have them, one way or the other," Cedric assured the flickering blue image that was Jaster's substitute.

The lead Hutt spoke. "The cartel will have your heads," the lumbering mess of a creature made a point to hock a fat glob of spittle and mucus onto the polished wooden floor. Cedric's right eye twitched beneath his helm. "I submit, as do my brethren, but not without protest. The people on Ylesia came to us voluntarily and -"

"Their ancestors came voluntarily, the majority of which were lured to Ylesia under false pretense. Do not lie to me."

"All of our actions were entirely legal!"

"Do not lie to me."

Silence followed. Cedric breathed a quiet sigh and keyed his comm to Alyson's frequency. He was watching the status of this prison break via the cams in his helmet. "Someone's opened the cell doors Alyson. We need them apprehended before the Hutts learn we have an infiltrator aboard." His voice did not travel beyond his mask.

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"], [member="Icarn Amonta"], [member="Alyson Halle"]

 

[Alyson Halle]

Post 2
Objective: 1b - Get the infiltrator
Tags: [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Icarn Amonta"]

This guy seemed like he was going to be greatly frustrating. Just as she was leaving she recieved a message from Cedric, there was a prison break, the troops had been informed and were working to secure the sector. This was a mess, whoever this infiltrator was he had to be stopped. A captain approached Alyson in the hall to explain the situation so far.

"Knight Halle, I am Captain Histin, i'm in charge of security." He said

"Speak captain, give me the details."

"Somebody unlocked all the cells form the main security room, we haven't been able to reach the security room team so far but we will keep trying."

Then she felt it, death, a large amount of people, up to a dozen. Their deaths were painful, and they died scared, this infiltrator was a maniac, he had to be stopped.

"You won't be able to Captain, I am afraid that they are dead, I want that sector locked down, lock out the main security room from the network and report anyone moving in or out of that sector."

"Yes sir!" The man said with a salute.

This infiltrator had to be caught, so now she moved towards the security room, she donned her helmet which was mounted to her belt, and began making her way towards the security room, even as she was arriving they had already begun to set up choke points. She flashed her id badge before entering the area, taking with her two of the 501st infantryman, just in case they tried to run.

If he realized they were coming chances are he would try to escape. Hopefully the 501st had enough time to set up a proper defense.

 

[Icarn Amonta]

Enemies: @Jaster of Clan Awaud | [member="Cedric Grayson"]
Particularly: [member="Alyson Halle"]
Objective: Cat and Mouse

What do we have here? He could see troops organizing, clearly with the intention of catching him. "Look, they're coming for you," he said, casting a lazy glance towards the closet that held his latest work. Going back to observing those outside, it was but a few moments later that a plan started to form. Groaning as he stood up, he found himself venturing back to that closet, opening it and letting the poorly stacked bodies spill out. The fell particularly far - a younger guy, the name 'Dex' printed on his ID. At Dex's side, his blaster.

Icarn was quick to relieve the young man of his weapon, emptying its rounds into his comrade's bodies, making a special effort to blast poor Gerald right in the face. Good luck identifying that. From there, he stuffed a couple of them back in the closet, dragging Dex into the chair he had once occupied, tucking the blaster into his hand. "Oh, Dex, what have you done?" there was a chuckle in Icarn's voice. "Well," he grabbed Dex's hand still holding the blaster, maneuvering it so that the barrel met Dex's head, his finger on the trigger. "At least you saved the last charge for yourself."

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'Gerald' stumbled out of the security room, a panicked expression upon his countenance. He made for the first group of troops he could find, grabbing the first one he could find, giving them a little shake. "Help!" he gasped. "There's a monster in there! A monster, I tell you!" He planted the idea, played the victim as they organized a team to investigate. The infantryman at his side missed his little smirk as he overheard them relaying the information to other units. They would certainly find a monster there. In fact, they would help create it.

Giving the infantrymen something to do wasn't enough. He still had that woman to deal with, and after her, the Field Marshal. Separating himself from the others, uniform morphing into something a bit more suited for an officer, he reached out through the force, trying to pinpoint the woman's mind in particular. If she was so intent on finding him, why not have a little chat? Nice ship you have here. Can't say the same about the crew.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

The man was tired of the Hutts and their threats, compared to Sampra the Hutt, these individuals were nothing but bottom feeders. His well trained Army that he trained from the vary ashes of the Dominion as well as the blood and sweat of his Mandalorain Clan. They could take this joke of a planet from them with easy. If anything they were nothing more then target practice for larger game they were readying to hunt. "Wha..."

Cedric seemed to loose his hold on his hold of a Jedi morals, he did not need to be a force user to see the anger was nearly taking over in that instant. He only looked at Cedric with a look of total dominance. He owed nothing to Cedric and this army still had a high level of discipline, they represented the Republic Military Might, not the oppression they were willing to free the galaxy from. Though Jaster was getting paid for his acts, he still believed in the ideal of the Republic. Cedric needed to keep his emotions in check or feel the wrath of Jasters Pride and Discipline. "You Hutt will be escorted from Republic Space to Nar Shaada, all property and objects you own will be confiscated by the Republic and Sentient Beings will be given their freedom, any attempt to return to the planet will be subject to law under the Acting Governor, so please continue to piss off the man who hold your fates."

He broke his contact with the Hutt and continued to ignore them, he wasted enough time on the pleasantries. "Field Marshal, I will be heading down to the planet and continue to rebuild what is left down there, contact me," He paused to get the point across that Cedric needed to get control over himself once more, "when you've resolved your conflict."

The Hologram shut off and the Hutt were now at the mercy of the possibly crazed Jedi. Jaster was not joking, any sentence Cedric passed on them was already backed by the senate, at least as far as Jaster would report.

[member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Alyson Halle"] [member="Icarn Amonta"]

 

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Someone had made an unwise decision.

Cedric watched the proceedings via his helmet cam with disdain. His vision shifted from one cam to the next, each depicting the chaos unfolding on the lower decks of the ship. The majority of the vessel's prisoners had been freed en masse, and the violence that followed was just as Cedric expected.

The majority of prisoners were apprehended quickly by guards and their stun rifles. Others were shot after they had scavenged makeshift weapons from guards that they had managed to catch by surprise and overpower. Small clumps of men were gathered in various cells, all seemingly keen on remaining exactly where they were.

"At least some of you are intelligent," Cedric mused. "I'm locking down that section of the ship Alyson. Secure our intruders. I want this finished," the field marshal quipped to his right hand before closing the comm.

The knight rose to pace in front of his Hutt captives.

"The General has left you with me," the knight paused as he reached their center. "If you don't cooperate, you're going to wish he hadn't."

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"], [member="Icarn Amonta"], [member="Alyson Halle"],

 

[Jaster Awaud]

In the flagship of the General, he moved the ship to land on the planet, [member="Cedric Grayson"] could handle the intimidation part of the day. He wanted to get those mines up and running and processing as much metal, spices, as well as fuel for the Military. Thanks to the None Nationalization of the Republic, it was all free picking for the UTC who specialized in mining and transportation. With most of the mines already in place, he would just need to place his people in position and free the slaves as the Republic wished. After that, the planet would receive a Trade Port and would become a major refueling and Port for the Republic Navy on their push to Nal Hutta. He even ignored the problems that was on the infimous ship that Cedric claimed as his own. He was a big boy and as such he could handle the problems on the ship as Jaster made sure the future of their invasion plan were still intact on the planet.

"Helmsman, take us down, I want a status report of the ground as soon as we touch down." Jaster was willing to push his crew and the UTC itself to get these plans on its current track.

[member="Icarn Amonta"] [member="Alyson Halle"]

 

[Alyson Halle]

As she made her way down towards the security room the intrusion into her mind took place. The voice that placed itself in her head was incredibly smug, he really was a monster. He took great pleasure in killing it seemed, it was almost like she half expected that. From the way those people died, the way it exerted itself on the force, she could tell that the killer took great pleasure in his "work." Killing wasn't just second nature it was fun. A sort of sick twisted game, she never understood people like that.

She used the force to grasp onto the mans telepathic connection, refusing to let it go, she could use it to track him, though it obviously worked both ways.

The crew is better than those damn hutts you are working for.

She followed the band down the halls, slowly hunting her prey, she eventually passed some soldiers who reported that a disturbed person came by, they didn't think much of it but she did. She was moving in the right direction.

I will find you.

[member="Icarn Amonta"]

 

[Icarn Amonta]

Oh I work for the slugs, huh? You wound me.

The Hutts were but a means to an end, one Icarn wasn't so keen on himself. Nevertheless, his employers found a use for the Hutts so until further notice, he maintained some inkling of loyalty to them. Enough that he wouldn't kill them outright, nor would he leave them behind quite yet. No, they still had some sort of use to his employers. As for whether or not that'd change within the course of this encounter, one could only find out.

He continued his little stroll throughout the ship, seemingly turning at random. He could feel the woman's presence, the telekinetic link he'd forged to mock her serving as a means of tracking. Like what I did there? You'd be surprised what one could do with just a little pressure on the mind. It works wonders, really.

He laughed at his own comment, turning another corner as he did, never actually emitting a physical sound.

Do hurry, dear. The chase is fine and dandy but I might just have to pay a visit to your Field Marshall soon enough.

[member="Alyson Halle"]​

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Jaster landed on the planet that was to hold the future of the industrial sector of the Republic. It was no real important strategically and as such it was handed over to the local companies that wanted to use it for their own gains. As he exited off the ship, their were troopers who were rounding up the local thugs and gang-members. The Senate wanted to make it clear that Criminal Activity in this area was to stop immediately. Arrest and transportation to a Prison Barge was the future of these individuals who tested the resolve of the Republic.

He walked through the city streets and saw Republic Soldiers run through the ally ways and kick down the doors of wanted criminals. The lead soldier always had a datapad on hand to show the Republic Warrant that allowed them permission to enter the home and arrest the individual. Some attempted to fight back, and Jaster sometimes just watched as the troopers he trained quickly flung the drowned rat to the ground and placed cuffs on them. Others attempted to escape, and one was heading right for Jaster unaware of the problems he was about to face.

The man was yelling vulgarer things at the slower troopers that when he turned his head to see where he was running. The last thing he saw was the Mandalorian Fist that was pulled back like a catapult and fired at the mans jaw line. It felt good to fight crime with a power suit as the mans head stopped but the body still carried the momentum of the sprint he had running from the Troopers.

 

[Azreth Vandic]

Objective One: Judgement

[member="Cedric Grayson"]

Azreth was certain he knew who this hutt was, the intelligent one. Didn't he once hire Azreth? Under the Republic uniform, Azreth could feel himself sweating, but he had to stay still, and continue guard duty. Should anything happen, like the Hutts trying to pull a fast one, Azreth was here to make sure the fast one slowed down real quick. With a Jedi here, though, he assumed nothing would happen. He continued to listen on the conversation, it was clear that the Hutts were guilty, they probably had helped the Imperials, the Sith and more. What other judgement was there then death?

It's not like they would be missed or anything. No one would brand the Republic wrong for it.

It was that kind of thinking that usually got him in trouble around here.

Gotta relax, you're playing for the good guys now. Gotta think less mercenary, and more soldier.

But what was the difference? A lot of the operations he was in were quite similar to that of his contracts when he was a merc. Did the Republic really see a difference, or were they just feeding the grunts lies to make them feel better? That was treasonous thoughts, thoughts he kept to himself. It was hard to kill old habits, and regardless of what the Republic thought, he did trust his fellow men at arms.

Just shoot him already.

 

[Lilla Syrin]

Post: 1

“Let's see, three bricks of spice out to Ylesia, then with the turnaround...um, no, no, that won't work…"
―Quello

Lilla knew quite a bit about her destination. Ylesia was a tropical world consisting of three small continents and was located on the Shag Pabol hyperlane.

It was also the homeworld of the non-sentient reek, an ungulate species raised on ranches on the planet and its Codian Moon. The creatures were exported to numerous worlds, including Ithor, Iridonia, and Geonosis, resulting in various breeds used for a wide array of purposes.

But it was most famous for being exposed as the place where a race of beings called the t'landa Til — distant cousins of the Hutts — offered “pilgrims” supposed religious sanctuary.

It seems that the t'landa Til sent missionaries to many worlds to preach about the One and the All. To most sentients in the galaxy, Ylesia was perceived as a place of religious retreat, where the faithful gathered, and those wishing to hide from their pasts could find sanctuary.

The fact that the Ylesian “sanctuary” would turn out to be a trap was known only to the lucky few who'd managed to escape.

Unfortunate sentients would set out on a journey of hope and have no idea that their voyage to Ylesia would lead only to slavery in the spice factories, then, when they grew too weak or sick to work, they'd face death in the spice mines of Kessel.

Ylesia was a golden dream for the faithful, but the reality was a world of bondage and unending toil.

 

[RC 212]

OBJ 3
Crush The Hutt Warlords


From the fleet Admiral Sernai Veleri kept a watchful eye as the RRS Neptune jockeyed into position. The 3rd Republic Army along with a squadron of Rangers and Pathfinders was all locked up in their tubes ready to drop.

"We have lock on the DZ. South of the Hutts Battle lines."

"Main objective?"

"Palace looks like. Maybe fortress. Multi level."

"Excellent. We have them fixed then. Time to finish. Commence drop operations."

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No sooner had she said it then he felt a bone jolting thud, and his guts drop out from under him. The heavy drops were already away, and the rest of the Infantry was dropping in behind them. The sky lit aflame with turbolaser batteries and point defenses. Pods perished, screams dragged out over the Team Freqs.

Jax adjusted his headset, gritting his teeth.

WHAM!

His pod impacted, opening up and he rolled out grabbing his rucksack, checking his rifle.

"Squad Report."

"All safe, rallying on your beacon."

This was gonna be one of those longish days. They were still far enough out to have time to regroup. He spotted an APC and moved towards it, cutting away the extra chute the pod had deployed.

"Load up. Check comms and Gear."

He switched to the TAC Channel.

"Neptune Actual, Pathfinder One is up. Request next available window for Orbital Strike."

....

"Window granted. Standing bye."

"Stand bye till I get a Target."

He switched back to team internal.

"Hurry it the hell up!"

"We're coming Sarge."

"Not fast enough."

From the smoldering horizon he could see through his binocs that the hutts had already mounted a defense in anticipation of the strike force.

"The more time we scramble in the dirt, the less surprise we get to leverage...."