Private Not good

[Raphael Gallustrade]

His ship settled back into the dock on Nar Shaddaa and already he was eyeing the group by the entrance, that seemed to eye first him and then his ship. Lightly, he placed a hand on his weapon and shook his head. Universal sign for "touch my ship, I shoot you dead". Then came the long ride out to the workshop, the place that he and his sister Barlaa'vay always went to. It was...a long way away from the major metropolitan area, but that kept the gangs and hutts from coming out there, but he was having a feeling that they needed to get out and soon.

But when he arrived, no one was there. Worse still, the door had been blown in, and... the place had been ransacked. He drew his pistol, knowing that a long range blaster rifle wouldn't do much good and rushed in, pointing it around. "Sis! Sis are you here?!" He could feel his heart beginning to race, his pulse quicken and worry started to catch his voice. "C'mon Baar, this isn't funny!" The place was dead quiet. He felt glass crunch beneath his feet and looked down. The picture had been knocked over and broken, then he saw a blaster pistol. She'd been taken.

"Can you believe that twi'lek put up so much of a fight?" Voices approaching. "I mean, sure she's tough. She used to be a slave, she'd have to be to escape, but I didn't think she'd try and shoot so many times..." There was laughter. Two men. His vision told him human. He leapt up into the rafters, and hid. Two men, two humans, older one with balding and with a paunch and the other younger, probably a new recruit. Mad Bantha gang... "But seriously...why'd we have to sell 'er? That guy from the Empire won't appreciate her nearly as much as we would've!"

"Not our call, Fence. The boss makes the sale. Besides that guy rose up through the ranks! I'd say he deserves a bit of--" He stopped midsentence, as Raphael fired a blaster bolt from his rifle through the man's chest and then he leapt down, putting away the rifle and rolling as he landed, delivering a solid blow to the man's arm as he rose, breaking it. A howl of pain went up through the open workshop and Raphael put his new pistol to the man's head.

"...Who bought her and where are they?" The man panicked, Raphael could hear him crying. "Where. Are. They."

"N-N-New Alderaan! The Empire! The man's name is--"

"Vishak," Raphael muttered. "Captain Vishak... A man of money and means." He swore under his breath, and then he shot the man in the chest. No witnesses to NOI. "...this...is not going to be good."
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The atmosphere boomed around him as his ship came flying in, under imperial codes, of course, and landed. New Alderaan was as much of a mess as he always thought that it would be. The city was beautiful but was already suffering from... That was weird. He looked around. Little to no traffic... It was nearly night but... He didn't have time to ponder it. He had to move. Baarla'vay was in the penthouse. He knew which one, he remembered her talking about it...

Suddenly he was back on Nar Shaddaa, and moving freely on New Alderaan, but... He had to move quickly and carefully. He'd have a limited window with which to operate and he wanted to get this done and get out.

The drive to the main compound was quite simple, and with his stolen tech van and uniform, he had his way in. The guards at the main checkpoint didn't seem too concerned, though several were looking around, confused at the sudden lack of traffic, though many seemed to relax some, when he arrived. "Heya! Bronson's techs. I got a call about a security system?" That seemed to throw them off and one of them radio'd in before turning back to him.

"You got a call from this penthouse about an issue with the security system?" he asked. Raphael nodded.

"Yes indeed. I was sitting at the office when suddenly the boss calls saying that this place needs a security system overhaul. Something about you all not being able to get in touch with the makers of your system or something..." The guard talked into his helmet once more and then nodded.

"Understood. No one called you." Raphael started to try and think of a new plan when suddenly the guard spoke again. "But apparently Captain Vishak has been having problems with the security on his floor. Do a good job and there might be a fair bit in it for you." He gestured towards the door. Fiftieth floor is where the captain lives. Head on up and look into it."

Nodding and tipping his hat a bit, Raphael headed up to floor fifty, a guard coming along with him. At floor fifty, Raphael, now in the man's armor, dragged the "maintenance worker" before tossing him into a locker and locked it quickly. Without wasting a second, he sliced into the security panel, and disabled alarms for the floor. There wouldn't be anyone coming to help Vishak this time.

"You there!" He turned. Vishak. "I was wondering when I would hear from one of my men. Where is the security technician? Why are you not with him?"

"Bathroom, sir." Vishak glared at him.

"And so you let him go on his own? Come with me to my personal office." He followed and in they walked. It was ostentatious. A huge office with many stuffed animals and, in the far corner, was Baarla'vay. Head bowed, despondent. He could feel his rage boil, but it wasn't time yet. "You, trooper, are in deep trouble. By the time that I'm done, you'll be lucky to be mopping up the floors."

"...oh kriff this." The man looked a bit confused, before Raphael suddenly pulled out his mag pistol and fired it, killing the man instantly. "Nar Shaddaa says hello." Then he turned to Baarla'vay who immediately panicked. "...sis, it's me. It's Noi." And then she ran at him, hugging the armor and sobbing.

"I thought I'd never see you again! I thought that..."

"Shh... Let's get you out of here. We don't have a lot of time. They'll find out that--!" Suddenly the building was rocked by an explosion. He looked out the window of the office. People were opening fire against the soldiers nearby... That's why there hadn't been any traffic! Rebel cells??? "We've gotta get going. There's some kind of attack happening on the building. We can take advantage of it."

To the elevator they ran, him in his trooper helmet and her still in a fine dress and her collar, which he immediately deactivated and tossed aside. That was when he heard it. A distress call to command, a rebel attack. He looked to Baarla'vay. "...Moment we hit the ground floor, I'm ditching this thing and then we've gotta get out of here. I've got my ship. You'll have to sit on my lap for the ride back, but it's our best shot." He looked back to the door. "...I'm just hoping that whoever answers that..." He trailed off and frowned. This was probably going to be a fight back.
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[Imperius Anathema]

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Pax 1-1 (RDAGx) | Just Short Outside the City | New Alderaan
Post #1​

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Captain Vishak was a target too perfect too ignore. An arrogant, oppressive, self-indulging bastard who tried to give himself the flair of emperor of the region by illegally acquiring wealth, holding slaves and living in pompous luxury. Originally meant to be sent to a penal battalion for his wrong-doings, he was selected to be send to New Alderaan when the ISB caught the scent of a terrorist cell operating on the planet.

And if rumours and reports proved to be true, it was led by a Sith.

So instead of cracking down on the activities of the garrison commander, they let him go until the water boiled and the rebels would do something, something foolish enough to come out of their hiding. Imperius Anathema was dispatched with a unit of his 812th to take care of the matter and execute the terrorists and preferably their leader too.

When the night finally came and the imperials orchestrated a weakness, not too obvious, nor too small to notice, the terrorists crawled out of their holes and made their move. Unknown to them was that a Storm Battalion of the 812th was in gunships were waiting just under two minutes from the attacked target.

Once the first shot was fired at the outside checkpoint, alarm started to ring, the garrison company hastily emptied their bunks and rushed to entrances and to the outside perimeter, armed soldiers of the Empire started to roam the building and close possible entrances. Outside a firefight was developing between the assaulting terrorists and the few soldiers who were not gunned yet.

Some miles away a group of heavily armed gunships set off, on the lead-ship the dark figure of Irdorax stood, looking forward to once more engage enemies of the Empire.

Raphael Gallustrade

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[Raphael Gallustrade]

"You know, if you hadn't been kidnapped, I could've been at a ball," he muttered, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably. "I could've been dancing with high people from the Galactic Alliance. Would've been my big break and yet ya went and got kidnapped and by the Mad Banthas of all gangs! Seriously been slipping sis."

She shot him an EXTREMELY annoyed glare. "You wouldn't last in high society and you know it. You'd be there for all of ten minutes, listening to someone go on about something you care nothing about and then you'd scream, fire that pistol into the ceiling and run out, tearing your nice suit in the process."

He laughed, nodding, though mostly to keep his own nerves down as he handed her a blaster pistol. "When we get down there, go out the back way and just keep going. You know where the starport is, yeah?" She nodded. "Good. Then head there and don't stop for anything." He handed her his defense blaster pistol. "I won't need this. I've got this thing..." he patted the mag pistol. "And it's way stronger than that. But that will still help you get to the starport, just in case."

The elevator door opened, and Raphael immediately headed out, opening fire and drawing those nearby to him. Meanwhile, Baarla'vay had turned and rushed out a nearby window, as Raphael opened fire with the standard issue imperial blaster rifle, surging forward to join the other troopers. As a man in tightly pressed uniform approached him. "JS-513! I'm glad to see that you're here! You checked on the captain, I take it?" Raphael nodded and ducked behind a pillar with the man. "Good. At most we'll protect him and kill these fools, at worst he'll die and we'll still get rid of these--!" A blaster bolt pierced through the man, effectively killing him. Raphael responded, opening fire, as a few other troopers, pulled back around him, leaning up behind the pillar.

He tapped on the helmet he was wearing, opening communications. "This is JS-513. Terrorist units have penetrated the initial perimeter and have broken into the--" He stopped, ducking suddenly, as a red saber suddenly penetrated the pillar, before dragging right and slicing through a trooper beside him. "Command! This is JS-513, withdrawing further. There's a red saber here and--" He dodged again. "Nice try pal!" Then the man with the red saber unleashed a blast of force sending him flying back, and then taking the elevator. Raphael pulled himself behind cover. "JS-513, here. Enemy combatant armed with lightsaber has penetrated defenses and gotten to the elevator. Command, Orders?"
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[Imperius Anathema]

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Pax 1-1 (RDAGx) | Guns Blazing & Setting Down | New Alderaan
Post #2​

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The assault on the building was quite serious, probably about five dozen attackers with a one or two missile launchers and a good amount of grenades. The handful of guards at the checkpoint were quickly overwhelmed, their guard house destroyed but not before alarm was rang, waking up the company inside the building. Soon half-naked-half-armored soldiers rushed out of their barracks and into the corridors, belts over their shoulders, armor on bare skin as they rushed to defend the building.

While the guards on the stairs used pillars, pots and whatever they could to stall the advance, the enemy showed a lot of determination and even skill in rushing forward, laying covering fire and slowly making it into the entrance hall of the building. It was an open five level place where open corridors led to the various wings. Imperial soldiers of the garrison were taking elevated positions and used desks, pots again and whatever they could find in trying to keep the enemy pinned down. It was an intense firefight with smoke of burned wood and plastoid soon filling the air while screams of wounded filled the once-quiet air of the night.

Outside a few rebel squads tried to secure the place by surrounding it and guarding all entrances and exits they knew about, very much unaware of what was coming for them. Nevertheless one man came out of the night, walking through the ashes of the outside fight with indifferent expression, the Zabrak was escorted by two of the rebel soldiers. He himself was clad in a dark battle armor and was carrying no gun.

Moments later the Zabrak would unleash his crimson lightsaber and Force powers unto the imperial defenders . . .

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It was deep but very distant roaring, nothing more than a nuance in the air, a minor vibration. Curiosity furrowed brows as the rebel guards outside tried to get a grasp of where it was coming from or what it was. The briefing told them that the closest other garrison would be 15 minutes flight and with at least 20 minutes of ETA. So they had less than eighteen minutes left for the assault.

But the imperial enforcer had different plans. His formation of gunships was flying as low as madly possible, sometimes not even hand was fitting between antennas and the full of the carriers. They were the roar, the response arriving much faster than anyone would anticipate. With five RDAGx's taking the lead, while two REC-LE01 were a bit behind to drop two squads on the roof of the main building.

When the rebels could make up what the sound was coming, it was too late already, the gunships appeared over the roofs of the nearest buildings and started shooting, releasing a salvo of carbonite missiles to either freeze or right away kill the insurgents without causing too much damage to the surroundings. Killing several rebels instantly and sending others in a cold unconsciousness.

The two lighter aircraft would ascend to drop their squads on the main building, while three of the large gunships set lower to drop the Stormtroopers on ropes. The first to make groundfall though was the black armored figure of the Knight-Commander. With a classy crocued landing his argent blade ignited instantly and once his fellow stormtroopers were down, they made their way in merciless efficiency towards the building. Single shots were fired, killing those were missed by the missiles and spacing out to counter any reinforcements from the outside guard.

Irdorax was stepping up the outside stairs, the firefight in front of him, only the rearguard so far having noticed that they were now surrounded and turning to fire at the incoming imperials. The silver blade methodically blocked and deflected incoming shots while he walked at front of his soldiers. Between hammer and anvil the rebels were now slowly pressed together.

Raphael Gallustrade

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[Raphael Gallustrade]

Raphael found himself, oddly, fighting against rebels with imperials. The crimson sabered warrior had made his way up all the way to the top, where the already dead captain would be sitting. The forces in the building, what few were still alive with him, had been pushed up the stairs and were barely holding. Yet the sounds of combat had been steadily increasing sounds of gunships resounding through the building and the thudding of boots above had been getting steadily louder. His own gun was in the armor and he'd been noticing that some men had slugthrowers along with blasters. But why? What was the purpose of that when the troopers had the armor? Perhaps slugs as they were more difficult to track? It was one reason why he had his pistol.

He hadn't been able to stop the Force user, but these people, the troopers...they were still alive, and he needed to make sure that what few were still alive stayed that way. <"JS-513, support has arrived. Continue to pull the squad back, as needed, but hold them back as much as possible."> The comms in his helmet went off again and Raphael nodded, waving at the troopers nearby and then directed them back. Helmets nodded, troopers began to run back while Raphael opened fire on the rebels still pushing up. They were now in the offices and the desks were overturned as they used them to fire back. Another trooper fell, not dead, but injured and Raphael pulled him behind the desk.

"Stay alive trooper! Reinforcements have arrived, we just need to hold them back. Rest a bit!" The helmet nodded, while Raphael once more opened fire, shooting first one of the men with a missile launcher and then shot another man about to throw a grenade in the arm and got back down behind cover. The explosion launched an arm over the desk as well as a few desk supplies and once more opened his comms. "Copy! We've fallen back to floor three, but the enemy commander seems to have made his way past already. We were unable to stop him."

<"Understandable. That's quite alright, 513. You've got support on the way and quite soon, this will all be over.">

"But, what about the captain, sir?"

<"I wouldn't let it concern you. He is of no concern, in this case."> Raphael's helmet tilted. Not a concern? So...this whole thing had been a trap for this cell... He popped his head back up firing a few wild shots before dropping back down as blaster bolts flew over his head. "...I'm really hoping that those reinforcements get here soon."
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[Imperius Anathema]

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Local Garrison Building | New Alderaan
Post #3

" Spoken " | < Com >​

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The 812th was not some average garrison, it was not even an average Stormtrooper Legion. They were veterans of multiple campaigns as well as professional enforcers and skilled Force user hunters. Fighting some rebels, even organised ones, who were both surprised and ill-equipped, was less of a challenge and more a routine deployment.

They broke into the building much quicker than the rebels did, efficiently outmaneuvering the attackers and gunning them down, just with simple infantry tactics. They were working as a liquid entity of firing and moving, giving cover to each other and quickly pressing on from cover to cover. Swiftly overwhelming the rear-guard of the rebels and taking the ground floor and entrance hall of the building.
In the center of the assault was the imperial knight commander, his argent blade moving like a scheme to deflect blasters while some slugs harmlessly bounced off of his plates. Irdorax was the center of attention which aided his soldiers to push on so swiftly, enemy fire not focusing on the ones they could actually hurt, but tryint to bring down the menacing figure of the dark armored lightsaber-wielder.

Outside the Stormtroopers had swept over the rebels who were assigned to guard the known exits of the building, assisted by the gunships. Now they were holding the exits themselves and knew exactly where the rebels thought they could escape, guarding now to shoot down any escaping insurgents. Plus two gunships were nearby to provide any necessary fire support, even though it was a tad of an overkill.

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On the rooftop the two squads moved to secure the upper levels and create a vertical pincer for the attacking terrorists. They found the dead captain moments before the Sith busted in. Seeing the eagerness in his face being replaced by annoyance made him hesitate for a moment before violence exploded.

The Stormtroopers dispersed in an instant, opening fire as they split up as far as the apartment allowed and kept the red lightsaber dancing to block the bolts aimed at him. He leapt forward to the first trooper who barely got her weapon up, the crimson blade cutting through the weapon like paper while a kick to her chest let her fly into a cabinet probably breaking some ribs. Then Sith was pressed by more shots with his weapon whirling around to avoid any hits.

Two of the Stormtroopers had drawn their melee weapons, an electrostaff and a vibrosword, attacking the Sith from different angles.

<Engaging Sith in 50th floor, requesting support! Sith present!>

Irdorax looked up as he heard the call over com and rushed to the elevator while the Stormtroopers got to continuing clearing the building of rebels, rushing up into the contested floors . . . .

Raphael Gallustrade

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[Raphael Gallustrade]

There was an odd feeling of camaraderie that Raphael was experiencing it, as he fought alongside the troopers on the third floor. He didn’t fight alongside others very often, not as often as he probably should’ve, but as a new battalion of troopers appeared he looked up. They ran in, gunned down the insurgents and ran up yet another flight of stairs. Ahead of them walked a gargantuan man with a silver blade and Raphael felt his breath catch in his throat. His own abilities with the Force would’ve gone out, resonating up to the enormous man as he walked up the stairs. Raphael knew that he needed to get out of here, now. That man would know… He had contingency plans for many things, but that? That was not one of them.

“JS-513, are you alright?” It was an officer. He nodded, looking up and lifting the injured trooper. “Good. Your unit is being relieved by the 812th. Your wounded are going to be taken to a nearby hospital, those of your that aren’t wounded are to return to the barracks and recover. You will be then tasked with rejoining the fray as repair squads.”

Raphael stood and saluted. “Sir.” Then he waved to the five remaining soldiers and they all began to file out, heading down the stairs. “We’re lucky that that the sith only seemed to want the captain, huh?”

Another soldier chuckled and nodded. “Yeah. But I haven’t seen you in such good form in a long time, 513. You were dodging bolts and led us nicely!” They began to clamber into the transport and Raphael, still slightly sweating, hammered on the door for the driver to start moving. They went and picked up speed, rapidly, transport moving at a brisk pace on the uninhabited road.

It was only after they were a few miles away, enough distance that the building had shrunk on the horizon, that Raphael banged on the wall again and the transport came to a halt. Something was stuck to the wall and as the five looked first at it and then to him he rose, pulled out a blaster pistol on stun and blasted all five, knocking them unconscious. Then pressed a button on the small device attached to the truck wall and a surge of electricity went through the transport, comms completely knocked out. One by one, he tossed all of the troopers out of the back of the transport and then walked around to the driver, blasted him as he wrenched open the door and tossed him into the middle of the road.

Without a second thought, he stripped himself of the armor, until he was in his own clothes again, then pressed a button on his personal vambrace. For the imperials back at the building, comms would suddenly go down, replaced by random garbled bits of noise, with a deep laughing voice. Then he was on. Handle number five, holoID scrambled. Perfect. “Ahem! Is this thing on?” His deep modulated voice made him cringe, but it was better than his real voice being out there for their sec forces to get hold of. “Perfect! Hello imperial citizens of New Alderaan! This is your lovely slicer for the day, Cloud9, coming at you with some fun news. So, I just left the imperial penthouses where some terrorists just killed a captain recently assigned here. Now, I’m on my way to the government building, while they’re distracted there, to see what other fun goodies that I can find on you all. Or maybe, I’m already there!” Scans would find the signal’s source from the penthouse building that the imperials were already searching. “Anyways, I hope that you folks enjoy this loveliest of days and maybe I’ll see you all again soon! Ciao!” Then he pressed a button on his vambrace, changing the signal’s location to the government building, ripped off the vambrace and chucked it into some bushes he passed. He wouldn’t have traces coming back to him.

By the time that comms were restored, the great blademaster of the empire would realize that something was wrong and that the second beacon in the Force, a bright light, was moving swiftly away from building. The spaceport was that one’s objective.

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