No Stone Unturned | First Order Dominion of Codian Moon Hex

[Progflaw99]

The time had come. There could be no further delay. There would be no further delay.​

First Order Fleets and Armies had seen victory upon victory heaped upon their shoulders, borne upon them.​

This day, nor the next, would be any different.​

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With the lull in fighting along newly claimed space, the First Order intelligence community had turned their eyes galactic North once again. Despite the massive expansion and focus on building infrastructure across the First Order worlds, there yet remained key holes in their sectors. Planets insignificant to the infrastructure or even to be considered a stopping point for resupply along the way - further still, there remained gaps of space unsecured. Today, those planets would see the boots of the First Order hasten to task. Sieger Ren, Supreme Leader of the First Order, has broken his silence, appearing at not one, but two of the previous battles fought against the Alliance - open war was upon the Order. He would not sit by idly.

In preparation for the days to come, Sieger's hounds, Knights specifically trained in the arts of tracking and stalking Jedi and rogue Force users, have tracked a particularly slippery cadre of Jedi responsible for raids on First Order scouting outposts in the sector. Their location has been pinpointed, a network of caves and underground structures on the planet of Codia. A planet of plains and forest, the world was painfully undeveloped. It explained why the planet had been overlooked until now. Upon further investigation, it had been discovered that the cadre of Jedi not only had sought refuge amidst the forest of the planet, but within an unlisted Commonwealth facility, long since abandoned or forgotten. Records indicated construction had begun, but never been completed - who knew what state it was in.

It was of no consequence. Their lives would serve to further Sieger's goals, his will - with time, and force, they would serve him in life, or death. The choice would be theirs. Having gathered key members of the Order, Sieger himself would lead them into the fray - an opportunity such as this required the direct touch of Sieger's hand. They'd arrived less than an hour ago, a shuttle in the cover of night, kilometers away from the supposed location where the Jedi had holed up. Sieger had waited for none, his footsteps filled with a vigor not seen of the man for years, even a decade. Through the dark arts, or some strange science, his body had seemingly reversed in age. Though still a weathered man, a light burned anew behind his crimson/amber irises. Even so, a twinge of darkness pooled at the edge of his eyes, blackened veins pronounced at his wrists, his neck. All hidden from view beneath the darkened cowl of his hood. Silently the man brushed the edges of their consciousness, those who followed in his wake. Soon they would be within five hundred meters of the location. A scowl creased his features. He hadn't felt anything, no sign of life, no vibrant container of the Force. Narrowing his eyes, he strained to see ahead through the shroud of night. Stillness, cold, and then a malevolent grin etched its way across his lips. There. A single wink of light. And so our quarry has revealed itself. In only a few moments, they would proceed again, their silent footsteps taking them even closer towards their goal.

"You will take them alive. If they give you no choice, cut them down."​

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...Elsewhere in the Sector...​

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"And so shall they serve, in life, in death - their entire being shall serve to further the indomitable will of the Supreme Leader."​

- Castor Ren, Knight of Ren​

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SS-13 | Unknown Class Space Station
Status: Derelict | Power: Minimal | Active Systems: Life Support, Gravity

A plethora of additional specifications and readouts scrolled across the screen as the FOSB operative's finger traced across the screen of her data-pad. Full EVA attire, complete with mask obscured her identity, but that wasn't what was important. They'd arrived, unmolested by the forces aboard but for how long was a mystery. *Kriffing revolutionary.* she thought to herself. To date, this hadn't been done - at least not that she'd known. Simulations were great, but more often than not, the real situation on the ground ended up being absolutely nothing like the simulations. Leaps and bounds had happened in human imitation technology, but there was still something missing from their training regimen. This was it.

In an effort to purge criminals from the overtaxed prison system, the First Order had given those on death row an ultimatum. They would serve the Order, even if through death. Armed with confiscated weaponry and melee weapons, these hardened criminals had been set loose on a derelict space station in the system. *How did it go? Man is nature's most dangerous game?* A smirk played at the corner of the woman's lips. This was going to be a hunt to remember. Elements of the First Order Stormtrooper Corps, Special Operations Command, and even the ever mysterious presence of Sieger's personal following had been selected for the exercise. The hangar bay had been stripped of functioning vessels, instead charred hulks of what had been a hodgepodge of civilian freighters and shuttle craft littered the deck. It had been a surprise that the criminals hadn't struck at them immediately, it would have been the best bet for survival, at least according to doctrine - but perhaps that was their failure. Now that the agent and her compatriots had gained entry, it was her job to see what they could find in way of schematics. They were safe for the moment, but that wouldn't last.

Erebor Ranch & Mining Coop | Surface of Codia
Mission Briefing
Secret Clearance Required

Technology has been at the forefront of First Order policy since the outbreak of aggression by the Alliance at Kaeshana. Even now, after the recent construction on the planet of Queravert IV, the First Order strives to create cities and constructs that linger on the edge of imagination. Many of the planets in the Outer Rim remain only partially inhabited, sectors of space left near empty due to the plague of the past. In this region of space, the First Order seeks to build out their infrastructure and establish a presence unrivaled. Having begun discussions with a few of the local mine owners and ranchers (Reek), the First Order has deemed it important to not only establish a presence on the planet, but convince the miners that it is in their best interest to work with the First Order and provide them exclusively with goods. Some are in favor, others are not, but to which side will the scales tip? If there's one thing to be certain of, threats of violence will most certainly tip them against the First Order. Find a way to peaceably secure their mines and resources.

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Additional Notes:​

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Bring your own objective. If you have questions about how to tie in your personal objectives to the overall faction narrative, feel free to reach out to the First Order staff and we are more than happy to work with you.​

- Also note, Vanir Technologies is headquartered/has holdings on the Codian Moon. [member="Alric Kuhn"]​

 

[Alric Kuhn]

Codian Moon
Vanir Technologies Research Facility

The Codian Moon had been the sight of a Vanir Technologies research and production facility since nearly the corporations inception.

It was one of the first outposts constructed by the company, and had since then been the sight of many of Vanir's technological leaps. This included the development of the VT-Grav Glove, one of the companies biggest selling products throughout the galaxy. Though the Codian Moon facility was hardly the largest or most important controlled by Vanir, it had been the sight of many of the Corporations early developments. It was still useful, it was still operational, and it was still occupied by many of Vanir's staff members.

The facility of course, was also still defended by a cadre of Saeva Incorporated Mercenaries.

It was these men and women that noticed the activities of the First Order near the planet, the communication and sensor array of the Research Facility allowing them to gain a small bit of reference to the coming events that would surround the planet.

Though this might have been of concern to some, Vanir and it's military arm simply took it in stride. For a corporation like Vanir the First Order was just another government, and whether or not they decided to interfere with the Codian Moon facility was something beyond their control. Thus preparations were made, though orders were kept simple.

Business would remain as usual, work would continue, Saeva's patrols would be moved closer to the facility itself, and the central databank would be prepared for a wipe just in case.

The directive was simple, they leave us alone, we leave them alone.

 

[Zyrias Pax]

Location: Unmarked transport vessel
Halfway between Codian Moon and SS-13
Objective: Free some of the Death Row prisoners
Allies or Enemies: [member="Ara Zambrano"]
Soundtrack: The Moon Song
Post: 1

Should Zyrias be more afraid of the First Order than any other criminal gang? If anything they seemed a little less threatening with their stiff and starched uniforms in neutral to dark colors, their straight military lines and almost tidy destruction. And then there was this Sieger fella whispered about like he was some religious figure.

“Hey, Rust Rat. You got a braintick or something? You’ve been staring out that viewport for the last twenty minutes.”

Her main companion on the ship, along with the various mercenaries, was a Zabrak named Stubbs, short for Stuburuko. He did not know Huttese which made it easy for Zyri to insult him without him losing his short-fused temper.

“Wahca bu feth bimhee uba pahna- kloonkee baueuonbii. Maeha bai jiu cay kae du bu whache," she said giggling.

Blank stare from Stubbs per usual. The main comms unit chirped urgently. A vaguely-Imperial sounding voice crackled out of it. Male. Possibly even manipulated somehow for even tighter security.

“Team Crater. Change in plans. Team Meridian is no longer in the facility. You need to reverse course to SS-13, a derelict space station nearby. Space lane coordinates incoming.”

Once the communication ended, Stubbs complained, “Why can’t we be named Team Perihelion? Or Team Umbra. Crater sounds so… lame.”

“You’re lame.”

Zyri punched in the route to SS-13, feeling the old ship lurch as they made a sharp turn to go the other way.

 

[Ara Zambrano]

SS-13 | Unknown Class Space Station
Status: Derelict | Power: Minimal | Active Systems: Life Support, Gravity
Enemies: [member="Zyrias Pax"] \\ [member="ch1m3r4"]
Objective 1: A Game of Survival, To be the hunter
Post: 1


Death hung in the air.

Death and desperation.

It flowed across her skin, a heady mix of fear, anticipation, bloodlust, determination, anger, and violence.

The corners of her mouth turned up in a smile as the whisper of the Force echoed around her, the volatile emotions calling to her own, irises overtaken fully with red as she accepted the gifts offered. Her weapons hung cool and quiet at her waist, a light whip on one side, Ba’Vanim on the other, both far more dangerous and precise than those scattered throughout the derelict space station. A vibro blade rested against her forearm, the Master of Ren content to let the smooth metal blade act as her own offense for the time being.

The lithe figure blended into the shadows of the hallway, the matte black and silver of her personal armour and mask nearly invisible against the walls, the HUD display surprisingly quiet, all non-essential functions turned inactive for this activity. The slightest crunch of a boot sole against the durasteel deck echoed as she shifted, the figure emerging from her hidey-hole tucked deep within the heart of the abandoned station. A ten-minute head start the criminals had been given. A ten-minute head start to secure their freedom, or their death.

They were the prey and their hunters awaited. A training exercise indeed.

The clatter of running feet echoed across air that hung silent save the minimal life-support systems buzzing quietly throughout the abandoned halls. Her grin widened as she cast her mind out, the bright flame of an aura rushing straight into the arms of the awaiting spider.

And so it begins.

 

[WolfMortum]

Upsilon-class command shuttle.
En-route to the Codian Moon.
Eliminate all Jedi Presence discovered on the Codian Moon.
Post# 1.

The Upsilon Command Shuttle descended down through the clouds of the Codian Moon, it's shadow casting darkness against the visible moisture within the air bringing with it the irritable presence of Caehl Ren flanked by his support, code-named: Iron Mantle. The deafening silence had once more been brought to an end, the isolation of the Bastion of Ren upon Virgillia put to his back as new instructions had been given and another enemy exposed to the eyes of the Imperial War Machine. The Supreme Leader would offer no mercy to those that stood in his way, his loyal servants, the Knights of the Order of Ren, his Order would fufill his commands or die following his word and today, enveloped within the staunch visage of his armor, dark eyes glaring out through the shuttles cockpit viewport masked by his helm, Caehl Ren stood ready and willing to once again forsake all for a good bloody fight.

His past few weeks since the meeting with [member="Veiere Arenais"] had been spent in similar fashion, the traitor king having disclosed key Jedi facilities within First Order space for the price of Caehl's knowledge over the dark-side of the force to be shared with his former mentor; those that served the light and had been foolish enough to remain within their reach had been executed at his hand; a great pleasure that removed the Knight from his personal ambitions, allowing himself to be swallowed up by the chaos that was the Darkness of Force Corruption. This new body ever growing in strength, each life taken, one more step towards the peak of his violent prowess in battle.

Always, forever scrutinized by the eyes of [member="Samka Derith"] in the back of his mind, the Overlord of the Order had dug her claws into him and sunk them deep within his flesh that he might not forget the limits of her ambition. One more wound to invoke his anger, one more affront to arm his sword-arm and wield a power most defiant. The poison she had injected into his veins forced his obedience, though it was not her command that had called him to this Moon today. Word had reached him that the Supreme Leader himself would be present in the First Order's position to take the sector; victory here in the most violent efficiency would benefit his opportunity to reroute Decitus' authority, were Caehl able to prove his worth; able in body and mind enough so to join the Praetorian Guard that her authority over him would be removed and he answerable solely to [member="Sieger Ren"] himself.

 

[Madelyn Lowe]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Location: Codia, near Erebor Ranch.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective: Attend talks with heads of local industry. [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]The elegant, shining form of the Deliberate-class corvette descended through the atmosphere of Codia, gliding across the plains as it approached the grounds of the manor house. The lush green grass flowed away like water as the ship descended. Inside, Madelyn sipped from her mug of tea, the ride smooth enough that she could drink from the cup with nary a ripple in its surface. As the craft’s legs settled onto the spongy earth, she rose to her feet, leaving the drink and making her way down the boarding ramp. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]They had landed about 50m short of the house. It was a large white building that would be used to house the diplomatic envoy sent to attend talks with local business owners. Rumbles of dissent had been growing as the First Order cemented their presence on the planet, and it would be their job to ensure everything stayed under control.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The house itself was a marvel. Fine wood cladding surrounded the structure, making it feel homely yet modern. Its vantage point on top of a hill gave it a breathtaking 360 degree view of the area’s rolling plains and nearby mountains. As she and her entourage approached the entrance, she made note of the tasteful furnishings, the trained guards, and the numerous servants already dashing back and forth to get the house in order.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Yes, this would do very nicely. [/SIZE]

 

[Ellie Mors]

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A pair of fingers tapped nervously at the top of the armrest that the woman they were attached to leaned against. Dark auburn hair was tied into a loose ponytail with some stray strands of hair framing the sides of her face, which was currently in an expression that espoused concern. The shuttle she rode in was not anything of note, and neither was the rather bland navy pantsuit she wore, despite everything she had left behind when she'd ventured away from home. Despite the proximity to the moon that housed the headquarters of her father's company, Lily was visiting the world of Codia for a different reason. There was a local mining union present on the planet that were split in their view of the First Order's presence on the world, as well as their view on an exclusivity deal with the looming government, and she was flying in to speak to several of the more influential lot that opposed working with the Order.

Things had moved a bit more quickly for her than she had expected after she'd left the Alliance behind and went home with A'sharad. Since then she'd settled in to their home on Dosuun, learned to cook, practiced self defense when her paramour was away, and was now working on the prospect of joining the ranks of the First Order in a more official capacity. It was a decent way to look better in the eyes of her wards, she supposed, and a better way to pass the time while she waited patiently for the First Order to turn their eyes towards the core. In a way she'd embraced the ideals of the Sith again, seeking to climb the ladder again and forgo the stagnation that came with complacency. It was the only way she would find herself sitting in the Iron Citadel on Empress Teta again, after all - and the only way she'd keep A'sharad's attention, she suspected.

"Excuse me, do we have an estimated time of arrival?"

"In the next several minutes we'll be in orbit of Codia, it might be a short while more before we make landfall, Miss Kuhn."

 

[Kier Grey]

Staff Sergeant Kyli DT-6767
SS-13 Unknown Class Space Station
Objective #2

The ramp drops with a piercing hiss that if it weren't for her helmet's sonic dissipators she might have found painful; advancing down with G-12A blaster rifle shouldered firmly keen eyes pierce through the dense shroud lingering over the Hanger in this way the low-light imaging system from the MFTAS software is practically redundant. Each footstep of the Death Troopers' boots is short, careful and measured leading a shuttle-full of Stormtroopers and Bureau Agents into the unknown. ALPHA had been dispatched to protect one particular FOSB agent whom Kyli inwardly harboured suspicions about in regards to their skill although if they had been sent by Central Command with herself in tow she must hold some level of significance to somebody important and that was enough for the raised Stormtrooper to keep these doubts within her thoughts exclusively. Kyli's pace quickens and she takes cover behind a large piece of Durasteel Hull keeping her gaze and rifle over it and scanning the darkness for movement attentively; though the colours are washed out to Kyli her eyes can even read the signs at the other end of the Gargantuan Hanger. "Ma'am, there's a door at the end of the Hanger with 'Turbolift' above it shall we proceed and assess functionality?" Though her Distorter is disabled for ease of communication with the members of this breaching team there still remained a distinctly audibly rattle in the audio projected from the annunciator superimposing on what otherwise was a voice distinctly of female origin with none other than the ubiquitous core accent associated with Imperials.

Switching over to ALPHA's TEAMCOM Kyli gives a suggestion to the others which is outwardly distorted beyond comprehension to the other members of their strike team. [[::Watch for movement. Rexus, take point for me?::]] Kyli offers they all knew he was the most vicious of all ALPHA within these close-quarters environment a concession that she made freely and without shame, there was no more fierce an opponent in these environments than Rexus. Kyli believed that Rexus drew his ferocity from anger but also pain some heartfelt loss that she'd not heard him speak about openly but it was there written on his every scowl and that demeanor did little to ease the regular troops who interacted with them when off-duty as this same man as a Death Trooper could quite easily kill every other occupant in a given room that he occupies. Kyli spares a quick glance over her right-shoulder to assess the strike team; A coalition of Stormtroopers, Special Forces Troops and FOSB agents on the face of it. Kyli thought the reason they were sent is because that all above all the other soldiers employed by the First Order these were among the most Loyal and she inwardly acknowledges that Prisoners or no they were still at the core of it hunting down residents or citizens that had been convicted of serious crimes, the thought she believes would turn the stomach of even the most hardy Alliance soldiers or atleast it should. Kyli holds no love for the men and women she would destroy today from the briefing it seemed they are the worst of the worst with little hope of rehabilitation: Terrorists, Rebels, Murderers and Professional Criminals. Inwardly Kyli knows had this been a terrestrial environment she could have very well done all of this herself with her Sniper Rifle though in the confines of a ship or space station? Things are bound to get messy, it's just a matter of time like a ticking timebomb.

[member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Luther Ando"] [member="Ara Zambrano"] [member="Zyrias Pax"] [member="FN-2826"]

 

[Zef Halo]

There was something about enclosed places Zef Halo disliked, he had been used to the confines of starships that's for sure but there's something suffocating about underground caves, abandoned facilities and networks of subterranean tunnels. Add up Jedi in the mix and the good ol' smuggler felt his lungs collapse from the lack of air.

Crates of armament bundled together on hoverlifts were coming through beside him. The stock he was employed to bring to these people. No questions asked. Zef knew they were Jedi. Even Mandalorians were not as militant as Jedi but that didn't matter. It was business. Money was good. Gunrunning close to Order territory wasn't the safest. Prices were good for those who could evade the brigs of a star destroyer.

Both Zef and the point of contact - a Pantoran - observed as the column of hoverlifts ended. A dozen or so men roamed around the wide area behind them moving the crates away and inspecting them. All cloaked, all talking in a low voice.

"That's it?" The Pantoran asked rudely.

"What do you mean that's it?" Zef bit back at the sudden verbal jolt. "Yeah, of course, that's it. Count it."

The Pantoran sighed in irritation. "Here's your payment. You shall be contacted again should we require of your service." A leather bag of credit chits was handed almost reluctantly to the smuggler and he would've been on his way if the dozen or so men had not started a frantic ruckus.

A young Zeltros girl, probably at the end of her teenage years, approached the Pantoran. Zef couldn't help but be reminded of his daughter Joza. He wondered how she was. "Master, there's been a disturbance in the Force."

He turned his back to the smuggler and for all Zef knew, the scoundrel ceased to exist for the other two. "Darkness is creeping, like a knife in the dark. We must prepare, young one."

"Yeah, I don't like the sound of that." The smuggler gave them a faux salute but remained completely ignored as he turned back towards the tunnel he came from.

He'd better get to his ship fast. When Jedi talked nonsense, things usually did not go well, he found out.

[member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Sieger Ren"]​

 

[The Major]

Aboard the FIV Tortuga
Post Hyperspace jump from First Order border en route to SS-13
Objective: Hunt

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It was deemed a live fire exercise: to monitor a security risk laying upon the outermost sphere of the First Order's influence. Of course, a secondary objective had been formulated as a bit of a test, and although such loose interpretation of orders could be deemed, at best, inappropriate, or, at worse, sedition -these hopeful, woeful few would proceed as planned. Discretion would be key, but should the wrong parties somehow be unfortunate enough to be at the wrong place at the wrong time then quickly silencing such opposition would be key. This would be the hunters grisly work of the day: taking what they would need before anyone else could notice.

Amongst the four members of the landing party, the Major doubted they would all come back. But that was the test of fortitude. To survive this black op would solidify their place in the cadre of operatives who would not, could not, fit anywhere else. Fresh from the Orphanage, she couldn't exactly count any of them down and out. However, that is where her specific brand of interference would come in handy for culling the eager from the useful. With that in mind the Huntress wrapped pale gauze about the hilt of her axe, anticipating that it would become red and slippery in a few hours.

Meanwhile, the other three made similar arrangements with their strange weapons. Thus, in shadow, they made their approach.

 

[Zyrias Pax]

Location: In space, no longer an unmarked vessel as Zyrias attempts to change the transponder codes (in process), twenty minutes from SS-13
Objective: Free some of the Death Row prisoners aka Team Meridian
Enemies: [member="Ara Zambrano"] [member="The Major"] [member="Kyli DT-6767"] [member="ch1m3r4"]
Soundtrack: Killer Bangs
Post: 2


Once the ship’s course was set, and it settled into a familiar pattern and speed, Zyri’s stomach also calmed down, and she began to try and reset the vessel’s transponder to mask that it was a pirate ship and make it appear more like a First Order supply ship, despite its dilapidated exterior. Tapping on the console she located the name of it: The Last Pillager.

“At risk of sounding as stupid as you do Stubbs, this name has to go. Quick give me a First Order ship name, since you’re so good with them.”

“Uhhhhh.... The Dead Jedi, The Incontinent Stormtrooper.”

Zyrias held her hand up. “Enough!” Rubbing her temples, she gave the ship a completely innocuous name, just a random combination of numbers and letters hoping that would work, and there wasn’t some kind of special naming convention to their cargo ships.

“We’re about twenty minutes away, kiddo. Time to work on slicing our way through if the transponder change doesn’t work.”

“Are you my babysitter or something?" Perhaps Stubbs was as Zyri likely had a reputation for being irresponsible and traitorous - I mean, it wasn't untrue. "Unfortunately it doesn’t work like that, I’m still halfway through this first set of code, and the ship’s electronics aren’t set up to run two complicated hacks. Go get the meat cans ready.” Two could play this game of ordering each other around. In the cargo bay there were about roughly twenty soldiers armed to the teeth to storm the station once they were able to infiltrate it.

“Look, I’ll start this other series of sequences, but I can’t guarantee we can open a locked docking bay by the time we get there.”

“Luckily The Last Pillager was once a pirate ship, and it has some kind of special prow-thingy to breach the hull if we need to.” He waggled his eyebrows at her lasciviously.

“Sounds super dangerous. I’m down,” Zyri said, tongue in teeth as she continued to put the finishing touch on the transponder code changes with her slender fingers.

 

[Samka Derith]

Objective: slaughter Jedi​

Allies: [member="Sieger Ren"], [member="Brennan Cabrol"]​

The Commonwealth had left this world undeveloped. Quite what the First Order's failed former partner had imagined for this moon would remain a mystery, the hints of a greater vision left behind for scavengers to pick at. Scavengers like the Jedi. It was befitting, in Samka's mind, that they festered underground in caves and ruins. Beneath the ground was where they belonged after all.

A body in Jedi robes crumpled opposite her, a dull thud upon the grass as it landed. The petite girl took one step forwards to inspect it, casting a cold gaze over the sight.

"Only unconscious," Samka informed the others, two Knights from Sieger's Hounds who'd brought the Jedi to her for her special touch when it came to obtaining information. "Take him back to the camp, he could still be useful."

The Knights nodded and took the fallen Jedi by the scruff of the collar, hauling the man's unconscious form back to camp.

She'd learned something about the enemy, the Commonwealth ruin they dwelled in had basic power but beyond that it was... unclear, either the man knew very little or he hid his secrets well.

A sudden whisper in her mind called her. It did not speak but it beckoned to her in seductive darkness. There was only one person in the galaxy who could do such a thing. The Supreme Leader himself had arrived.

A crooked smile crossed her face, morphing into a deranged grin she couldn't hold back, one which tarnished the otherwise innocent, youthful appearance she maintained. Would she get to see him in action at long last? The man who she had been taught was legend since she was just a little girl? It gave her an excited shiver to picture him laying waste to entire settlements without lifting a finger.

The teenager cleared her throat and shook her head violently to regain her composure.

Dignity.

That is what she was about.

Not fanaticism.

Still it was hard even for her to put aside the years of mental conditioning to revere the man she would be seeing today. Seeing and fighting alongside at long last.

May he appreciate and acknowledge all that I do, she thought to herself and with that the young woman skipped towards their meeting point, the spring in her step making her look ever the giddy schoolgirl.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Post: I
Objective: #2
Location: Derelict Space Station
Allies: [member="Kyli DT-6767"] | [member="Luther Ando"] | [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Zyrias Pax"] | [member="Ara Zambrano"] | [member="FN-2826"]


Rexus slunk out of the vessel, rifle at his shoulder, while his compatriots took cover in the shadows, Wenck crouched, and scanned the horizon. He was like a shadow. Nothing could be gauged on any and all spectrums of view, allowed by his advanced Death Trooper helm. He listened to the idle comms chatter of the stormtroopers, and FOSB accompanying them, before shutting them off. Instead listening to those who were important. His squadmates. Rexus heard the request and nodded. Cramped hallways, with no breathing room had always been a combat forte of his.

[Understood, moving up.] Rexus growled into his helm, before moving forward, he now turned his head, around and around. Scanning everywhere for any hostile movements. The station made him uneasy. Reminded him of the Dead Nebula, and the karkfest that turned out to be with the Blackwing virus. Internally, he shuddered. Situations like this always made him uneasy.

The Death Trooper strode forward to the end of the hangar. [I think this sector is empty.] Rexus reported, before turning back to the team. He waved them over, [Proceed to the next sector?] He asked.

 

[Krayn]

OBJECTIVE ONE​

The Commonwealth in their rush for dominance had once made an attempt to settle within the forests and sweeping plaines of the Codian Moon. It had been an attempt that was failed by the collapse of their government, by the acceptance of their subjects to Sieger’s rule and the First Order. Scouting runs had shown similar results throughout the sector as outposts and military installations had been abandoned and left to fall into disrepair, however it had been the last place anyone had looked for the Jedi.

For months the outer trade and supply routes had suffered an increase in raids and attacks, this had caused an issue of military escorts to be attached to otherwise simple runs throughout the colonies. The escorts had pulled away from the frontline across the Order-Alliance border and forced the detection of these raiders to the attention of the Ren. Investigations had been made, leads followed and rumour quashed, it had all led them here, to a simple moon that other then Vanir’s considerable presence held no Galactic importance.

The mere thoughts of their foolishness to not search the forests earlier was enough to make the Ren, clad in his full black attire to shake his head in frustration. For the Jedi to wrestle a nerve enough for Sieger himself to get involved was clearly a mistake on both parties, but Krayn was the messenger, the Supreme Leader’s guided anger would fuel him forward and allow a the Order to strike the decisive blow against the rebel pockets across their outer0most territories.

Where as some had come alone, Krayn had assured the participation of white-clad stormtroopers to accompany him to the planet, where he would allow them and himself to be wielded as a weapon of the Supreme Leader’s will.

 

[WolfMortum]

Upsilon-class command shuttle.​

The Codian Moon, Designated Rendezvous.​

Eliminate all Jedi Presence discovered on the Codian Moon.​

Post# 2.​

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Commander, Alia Fedahkin.

Within the ranks of Iron Mantle her word was law, yet above her both in the hierarchy of the First Order and standing before her very eyes was Caehl Ren, a man of whom she could not for the life of her, seem to figure out what his motives were for sending them on so many unorthodox assignments. Today, was one of the more common assessments of the enemy to the First Order. Sweep and clear, take the young into custody that they might be persuaded to see reason in the brilliance of their Leader's vision yet those beyond their first decade were deemed too far gone to the brainwashing and propaganda of the Jedi Order. Even still...Caehl Ren stood with his back to them, silent. Rarely did he speak to Alia or her unit unless specific orders were to be given. Standard protocol, she supposed for those of Sieger Ren's most Elite.

"Two minutes" Commander Fedahkin spoke up, eyes upon her SB-U01 Wrist Datapad having been relayed their impending landing, soon turning to glance to her side, her second in command Sergeant, Kulon Otheym soon nodding and looking back to inform the rest of Iron Mantle while their leader slowly rose to her feet, hand reaching up to grab the railing supporting her stance as she looked back upon the rest of her team.

"Priority Personnel will be on site, Iron Mantle is to provide over-watch and support. Once the LZ is secure, co-ordinates will be confirmed and our objective will be to secure the enemy cell. Incapacitate the impressionable, eliminate the rest. Caehl Ren will be C.O for this assignment. Acknowledged?" Her words came swiftly and firm, the confidence in her authority speaking through her to her men, they of whom responded with raised voices over the sound of the vessels engines whining in it's descent towards the ground; "Acknowledged!"

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Landing...​

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Flanked by a compliment of Stormtrooper's and followed by the company of Iron Mantle, Caehl Ren strode down the landing ramp, his gaze scowering the surrounding plains for any sight of his subordinates or peers uncertain as to whom nor how many had been sanctioned for this mission. Sieger was en-route if he hadn't already arrived, the Darkside of the Force was palpable under his influence, felt throughout the share tension in the air. If there were Jedi here, they would no doubt sense their coming too and be prepared.

'Good...-They'll be willing to fight' he smirked beneath the mask of his helm, soon turning to extend his right hand and give a dismissive wave of Iron Mantle ensuring they knew to begin their task. He wasn't a patient man these days, his anger easily riled up thanks to the recent history between him, [member="Ara Zambrano"] and their illustrious Overlord. The Special Force's Unit however moved into action without pause and as they began to secure the landing and rendezvous zone, Caehl turned his attention down to his on SBU01 that he might gain a better reading over the Moons landscape, courtesy of the Security Bureau's data-banks and intelligence over the system.

For the time being, he would await the others. Should they fail however to show, he would move on ahead without them for there was a certain enjoyment in striking down those of the Jedi Order that could only be accompanied by the memories of the past, the satisfaction of having overcome such days of weakness and the acknowledgement that any sentiment for the Jedi had since been stricken from his heart entirely.

[member="Sieger Ren"] | [member="Krayn Ren"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Zyrias Pax"] ​

[member="The Major"] | [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Lily Kirsche Kuhn"] | [member="Madelyn Lowe"] | [member="Ara Zambrano"]​

 

[Luther Lewis]

Location: SS-13 | Unknown Class Space Station
Station Status: Derelict | Power: Minimal | Active Systems: Life Support, Gravity
Objective: #2
Objective details: Restore power to station subsystems; regain control of security systems to assist forces within the station.
Post: 1

Invading a space station is a tactically stupid decision for the standard soldier. Every aspect was pitted against them. Tight kill-corridors, automated turrets, thick blast doors trapping you in one wing. Extra support that you'd usually call for became a liability. Any explosives risked injuring or killing your own troops. In fact, in derelict stations like this one, an errant shot may short a subsystem and wreak havoc. In reality it would was far easier to lay a prolonged siege to the station. Storming such a deathtrap was suicide for any soldier that tried to play fair.

It was a good thing Luther wasn't the type to play by the rules.

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Alpha, supplemented by a the Stormtrooper corps and Bureau agents, made their way across the hangar, boots clanking on the metal floor. Luther took up the rear, ensuring a complement of troopers remained to guard the shuttle. "Hostiles trapped on the station will make their way here, should they discover that the shuttle has docked" Luther addressed the rear guard without his scrambler on. "If the shuttle is gone when we return you better all be dead, failure is not an option". There were a few 'yes-sirs' before Luther walked off. "Alright 11th, you are with me" Members of his old crew had been assigned to the operation, and he trusted them more than the other troopers.

Accompanied by his three crew members, he approached the main force. Rexus had already cleared the sector and was approaching the turbolifts. Activating the Alpha comms and joint scrambler, Luther addressed Rexus: ["My squard and I will assess the functionality of the turbolift, Wenck. We'll need you to cover the doors lest it open while we are at the panel"]. His team jogged up to the turbolift. The two soldiers, Skye and Lee joined the other forces covering the door while Luther and the engineer, Tia, checked out the control panel.

Examining the panel it took Tia about 4 seconds before she started swearing profusely. "What's the issue?" Luther asked. Her answer was to step back and show the busted up screen. "Looks like someone had destroyed it to prevent anyone following" Tia replied and already removing the panel. "Sloppy, and ultimately pointless". She spent about a minute fiddling around before saying "There, got it. Let me know when you want the lift sent down". Luther nodded. "Await confirmation from either Rexus or Kyli". Tia nodded

Activating Alpha comms again Luther said: ["Alpha, the lift is running, barely. There is little power in the station but fortunately the backup generators power this lift, most likely so there is still an escape route in the event of power failure"] He paused thinking, before adding: ["We may have difficulty moving deeper in the station without power. I'll keep an eye out for an access point as we move"].

He ended his comms and moved to join the main force.

[member="Kyli DT-6767"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Ara Zambrano"] | [member="FN-2826"] | [member="Zyrias Pax"] | [member="Zef Halo"] |​

 

[Krayn]

The stormtroopers, a dozen or so had spread out across the area to receive their orders from those within their own hierarchy away from the black claddings of the Ren whom they had been assigned to accompany. This left Krayn the momentary pause to gather his own thoughts and connections with the will of the Supreme Leader and the dark energy that surrounded their connection.

“My Lord Ren.” Even through his helmet’s augmentation the familiarity in the voice was clear allowing the helmet to scan the face of the young First Order officer who approached. Avis Deesa, the very Lieutenant who had been assigned to him during the Interrogation of the Alliance Logistical Officer after the destruction of their flagship. “Our scouts have located several pin-points to possible Jedi location, I managed to acquire you a set of routes which naturally I am also inclined to pass onto the rest of your order.” A small data pad was handed to the Ren who took it in his gloved hand.

“Very good Lieutenant.” Calm, his voice radiated the praise through his vocal-modulator. “Pass this on, make sure all who are involved see it. They are here.” He raised his head to look through the trees, taking in the natural wonder with a sense of alerted caution. “I can feel them.”

[member="Sieger Ren"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Zyrias Pax"] | [member="The Major"] | [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Lily Kirsche Kuhn"] | [member="Madelyn Lowe"] | [member="Ara Zambrano"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"]

 

[Madelyn Lowe]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Location: Codia, near Erebor Ranch.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective: Attend talks with heads of local industry. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies: [member="Lily Kirsche Kuhn"][/SIZE]

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There must have been a great rush to get this hubbub sorted, as no sooner had Madelyn sat down with a drink then her secretary had scurried in and bustled her back to the ship, ready to depart for Erebor Ranch, where she and her group would meet with the regions most influential businesspeople and officials. She imagined it would be quite a bore. If these people had any sense they'd realise the First Order couldn't be resisted, and making a fuss would only bring unnecessary pain unto them.

She yawned and dozed off as they made their short flight, jolted into wakefulness as the craft settled in a field not far from a herd of grazing Reek, who regarded it with vague disinterest, as if ships coming to and fro were a common site here. She turned her gaze on the ranch building itself. It was the company's HQ, and a hideous mess of steel and glass. It stuck out like a sore thumb against the green rolling landscape. But, it was a projection of influence and power, and there was no arguing that those were important.

She wrinkled her nose as she stepped off the shuttle, the noisome scent of the heavyset animals sullying what little sense of class the place carried. Pursing her lips, she turned again to her secretary. "Shall we go in?" She asked, the man shook his head in response. "I'm afraid not ma'am, the rest of the party are yet to arrive." She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Very well."

Turning away from the man she removed her datapad from her bag, scrolling through the various messages. So many plots, so many plans, but it just didn't have the same charm with the Security Bureau looking over your shoulder.

Ah well, better than rotting in a First Order gaol, thought Madelyn.

 

[Progflaw99]

SS-13 | Unknown Class Space Station​

Status: Derelict | Power: Minimal | Active Systems: Life Support, Gravity​

Enemies: [member="Ara Zambrano"] \\ @Kyli DT-6767 \\ [member="Rexus Wenck"] \\ [member="Luther Ando"] \\ [member="The Major"]​

Objective 1: Strange Things Keep Happening to Me​

Post: 1​

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He'd awoken with the others in their merry little band of convicts. None too happy, he'd have added. The prisoners had been unceremoniously dumped aboard what appeared to be a space station - that much was evident, and as some pig headed muscle man made the statement Lysander couldn't help himself. "Really? I thought it felt more like an aquarium myself." He immediately regretted it, the attention of the meathead now solely focused on his ragged form. What had once been a quality suit now hung a twitch large across his narrow shoulders, tattered fabric dirty and worn. In but a moment, the larger man had closed the difference, fists already in motion. Violence - a natural state for some, for this man, a lifestyle. If someone were to take a look at his criminal history there would be no question as to what was about to happen.

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That had been almost an hour ago, and the broken body of the larger man now lay in a pool of his own blood. Lysander was nothing if not resourceful. Somehow during their initial pat down, the guards delivering the convicts to the station had missed the shiv kept between the seams of his jacket, or what remained of it. It was that moment, Lys laughing hysterically after plunging the blade deep into the larger man, that they all knew who was in charge. From there, things had progressed naturally. It had been at Lys' behest that they'd abandoned the open spaces of the hangar, a pallet of weapons distributed among them. Tight spaces and narrow corridors would help them have the best chance at putting up a fight. It was obvious that the Order saw them as less than a threat - it was that assumption that he would make them regret. Even now, the slicer turned criminal leader stood upon the deck of the command center, or what had at one time been the command center of the station. They'd been unable to get primary power back up and running, but enough of the existing systems remained that he was able to at least get some basic information from the station's sensors.

"Mr. Angor, if you would. Our guests have arrived. I'm sure you know how to make them feel welcome?" An almost singsong tone took hold of Lysander's voice as he spoke into the comm. A gruff grunt on the other end responded. If they hadn't yet, they'd have eyes on the goons the First Order had sent to 'mop them up'. Eyes and weapons fire, he hoped. Armed with sub-standard blaster pistols, rifles, and melee weapons, the convicts stood little chance in an up front fight. Instead, they'd opted for the ambush, waiting quietly, motionlessly behind bulkheads, at the ends of corridors, and even some in maintenance shafts which cut through the stations and above the corridors. They would strike when the enemy least expected it - or so they hoped.

 

[Kier Grey]

Staff Sergeant Kyli DT-6767
SS-13 Unknown Class Space Station
Objective #2

[[:rocede ahead, assess turbolift functionality::]] Kyli prepares to follow behind Rexus, bending the knees attached to her long slender albeit powerful legs somewhat and following closely behind her fellow Death Trooper sweeping the dimly-lit Hanger with a speed and precision that to the Human eye appeared almost twitchy or abrupt it was just a product of their greatly enhanced nervous system; every little movement was spotted and earned atleast a fraction of a second's attention ostensibly though that was enough for the Woman to make a thorough threat assessment of the odd distant clang or creak. Listening to Luther chastise the Stormtroopers upsets Kyli to the point where she couldn't contain her silence; she above perhaps all the others held deep respect and admiration for the Human bravery of her former peers now that she'd been changed where feats once considered preturnatural or daring became the norm she could appreciate them greater when a Normal Human Stormtrooper in spite of the odds performs them anyway. [[::They're Stormtroopers, not Auxiliary they'll do their job well::]] Kyli chides Luther in defence of those Troopers perhaps surprising him that she was willing to break noise discipline to scold him? It hints to deeply held feelings for the brach she hailed from and based on the fact she chided a criticism one could easily deduce Kyli is protective of Stormtroopers and the Corps as a Whole. Reaching the door their Army soldier Support begins working on the Door and Kyli presses her shoulder against the Turbolifts' bulkhead and patiently waits standing opposite Rexus waiting for the possibility of the life being operated on while they were attempting to seize its' controls the crackle of electricity sparking Kyli's ears detect over her shoulder; keenly listening to the Back and forth between Luther and one of the Troopers. Luther's voice fills Kyli's helmet and she provides an Order to the Troopers, briefly disabling her distorter. "Bring the Turbolift down, it might be best if we split the team to cover a greater level of decks, from top-down." Switching the Distorter back on before continuing. [[::There should be a hydroponics bay or nature reserve aboard this station, I'll start there. Rexus do you want to take the barracks? I'm sure it'll be fun::]] Kyli's voice takes on a teasing tone looking straight across the doors over to Rexus and wiggles her eyebrows towards him from behind the helmet's visage uncharacteristically. Kyli had detected the growl in his voice earlier and suspected that on this day especially he'd taken on a foul mood? So why not try to instill some happiness into her 'Brother' the best way she knew how; by offering up some juicy morsels in the form of targets.

[[::I could always head down to the Generators and see about getting them fixed too, why don't you send the Soldiers down there Luther?::]] Kyli's voice is assertive she thought it was a better idea than going herself, why send a killing machine trained as a mechanic when you could send actively employed mechanics and engineers? Kyli had noted the IFF tags of the Army Trooper and noted they were armour Troops an odd choice for Special Forces Support though not unwelcome atleast to Kyli. Despite the outwardly lofty posture and long proud gait exhibited when she was within the halls of their own Star Destroyers Kyli did not belittle the qualities and strengths of their comrades which many Storm Commandos often found surprising; where they usually anticipated disdain from the Death Trooper they were often surprised by her humility. Kyli had once been assaulted by an angry and bitter burly Storm Commando who had a one-sided argument with the woman not too long ago and Kyli exercised great restraint and was careful not to hurt the man although even so Luther or Rexus might recall that in the particular incident it was noted by witnesses that Kyli nigh broke both the mans' arms when subduing him 'carefully' with those kind of physical capabilities one could only imagine what they would do when actually trying to neutralize their targets. [[:repare to secure the Turbolift Rex, you take point and sweep right and I'll sweep left on my mark::]] From the high and rectangular-shaped bulkhead door it would be large enough to transport a large amount of personnel and material. Waiting patiently for the Turbolift to sluggishly fall down the Shaft before coming to an audible stop, Kyli nods and speaks one word concisely. [[::Mark::]] Kyli readies herself to follow behind Rexus.

[member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Luther Ando"] [member="ch1m3r4"] [member="Ara Zambrano"] [member="Zyrias Pax"]