Nemesis

[Djorn Bline]

GROMAS SYSTEM​

GROMAS 9​

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Insurgency was at every corner of the Empire, both within and outside its borders. Insurgents whose main mission was to bring chaos into this already lawless Galaxy and usurp the pillars of order that allowed peace and security to flow amongst systems no matter what cultures they were. The psychology of these sociopaths whether they be Jedi or someone that wore the title of "Rebel" was something Djorn could not understand or even grasp around one element of their philosophy. Was his Empire perfect? Not really as much as he'd liked it to be, but ideal worlds never existed. There was flaws, a couple of loosened bolts here and there, but it was a better place that what the rest of the Galaxy offered. Better than the barbaric Mandalorians, the hypocritical Jedi, or the wild spacers with no sense of being civilized. A forever war that has been going on for many generations between chaos and order, light and dark.

A fight Djorn was hoping to see it with a conclusion, with the Sith Empire reigning as victors and finally expelling all ounces of chaos there was.

"Now only gonna say this once, reconnaissance recently picked up activity going on in the Gromas System and say that it might be the Imperials that backstabbed us. I really don't care who it is as long as we shut them down. Gromas 9 is one of the habitable moons that is the major supplier of foods with a minor operation of extracting phrik. We go in, establish a little enclave for us for future operations, and then infiltrate and do whatever damage we have to do. Understood?" The High Inquisitor looked at the small force he created full of nothing but Saaraishash operators, with the lowest ranking member an agent. A platoon worth of twenty personnel.

"Any other information I missed you can look at your datapads, should tell you more about Gromas 9. You can ask questions now before we touch down; otherwise, it'll be a long time before you can ask one."

[member="Kurata Fumi"]​

 

[Kurata Fumi]

K U R A T A _ F U M I

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Kurata would be doing a check on her gear as the High Inquisitor gave his briefing of their mission, keeping one ear open as she looked over her HPX-7 blaster pistol. They were heading to Gromas to set up and then handle anything that might prove to be a problem. She would level the pistol up in both hands, making sure that everything was in proper working order before holstering it and attending to the rest of her gear. It was a regular habit for her to comb over every little detail to make sure everything was in perfect working order, as expected of someone who served in the Imperial Legion and her transfer to the Saaraishash was no excuse not to be anything less than perfect. A sharpened blade was the perfect tool for precise, undercover operations. This was not her first rodeo by any stretch. As [member="Djorn Bline"] concluded his briefing and was taking questions, Kurata slipped a vibroknife into a sheath on her boot for safekeeping before picking up her datapad, scanning over it quickly. Her dark eyes would dart left and right over the screen before she nodded to acknowledge everything. She was ready to go alongside the operators and High Inquisitor.