The Forgotten One
Outer-Rim
Etti IV
Mondder
There was an explosion in space. It was sudden, a satellite being torn apart into a massive fireball, victim of a long range cruise missile fired from the planet of Etti IV’s surface. For the galaxy as a whole Etti IV seemed to wink off the HoloNet, all communication and information ceasing completely. Only local ships passing through the system able to use long range communications. However ships had been forced to ground and what communication hubs did exist were seized by government forces.
“One last transmission burst was sent to Bosph. Encrypted as requested. We have successfully cut all communication, for now.”
Standing in a skyscraper that overlooked Mondder, Darth Kentarch did not turn to face the CSA aide addressing him. Instead he stared out into the night sky as if he was waiting for something. Recently with the help of Assadar Ilrast and Dalansa, The Sith Council had taken down the Corporate Sector Authority’s leadership. A friendly puppet government had been installed to ensure a smooth takeover. Yet the CSA’s paramilitary force, the Security Police, also known as the Espos had taken up arms in the wilderness against the new government. Rebel leaders were moving to capital, if they successfully captured the city there would be a blood bath. Worse yet the Sith could be exposed of their involvement. This fire needed to be put out now.
“When the Sith arrive, upload the coordinates of the rebel Security Police forces. I want strike teams to slow their advance with the Sith themselves focusing on neutralizing their leadership.”
The aide bowed. “As you command my lord.”
Etti IV
Mondder
There was an explosion in space. It was sudden, a satellite being torn apart into a massive fireball, victim of a long range cruise missile fired from the planet of Etti IV’s surface. For the galaxy as a whole Etti IV seemed to wink off the HoloNet, all communication and information ceasing completely. Only local ships passing through the system able to use long range communications. However ships had been forced to ground and what communication hubs did exist were seized by government forces.
“One last transmission burst was sent to Bosph. Encrypted as requested. We have successfully cut all communication, for now.”
Standing in a skyscraper that overlooked Mondder, Darth Kentarch did not turn to face the CSA aide addressing him. Instead he stared out into the night sky as if he was waiting for something. Recently with the help of Assadar Ilrast and Dalansa, The Sith Council had taken down the Corporate Sector Authority’s leadership. A friendly puppet government had been installed to ensure a smooth takeover. Yet the CSA’s paramilitary force, the Security Police, also known as the Espos had taken up arms in the wilderness against the new government. Rebel leaders were moving to capital, if they successfully captured the city there would be a blood bath. Worse yet the Sith could be exposed of their involvement. This fire needed to be put out now.
“When the Sith arrive, upload the coordinates of the rebel Security Police forces. I want strike teams to slow their advance with the Sith themselves focusing on neutralizing their leadership.”
The aide bowed. “As you command my lord.”