Private Operation: Glasslight

[Cato Demora]

Location | Forward Command Deck // 'Khan' Class Star Destroyer 'SIN Nihil' // Firefist Frontline Orbit

MISSION DESIGNATION: OPERATION GLASSLIGHT
TARGET: N'vhaar | Designation 2178-Beta | Firefist Sector
OBJECTIVE: Political Destabilization, Asset Liquidation, Controlled Collapse

"Good morning, operatives."


"You are being deployed to N'vhaar—a frontier world under nominal Republic alignment. Its leadership council has recently denied Sith diplomatic presence, citing 'moral incompatibility' with Eternalist doctrine. Their mistake."


The projection shifted. Wireframes of government buildings. A flag. Civilian densities. Maps that bled red at the edges.


"Glasslight is a precision destabilization campaign. You will be inserted under diplomatic pretense. Your primary mission is to fracture local authority and eliminate keystone figures. A mix of insurgency encouragement, infrastructure sabotage, and information warfare will be used to force collapse from within."

"You are authorized to:

• Arm separatist factions.
• Frame Republic-aligned politicians for acts of terrorism.
• Leak falsified communiques suggesting corruption, treason, or subversion.
• Deploy Project Bleaklight if all other options fail."

A faint flicker of unease among the junior officers at the term. No elaboration was given.

Personnel assigned:

• Cato Demora – PRAETORIAN Class-V | Lead Operator
• CT-312 "Leftovers" – Command Trooper, Infiltration-certified | Support & Field Oversight
• 2x Auxiliary Commandos – Heavy Assault / Saboteur Roles
• 1x Signal Officer – Embedded Observer for Tactical Adjustments

"This is not a warzone—yet. Your job is to make it one. The civilian population must believe the collapse comes from within, or from Republic failure. Discretion is critical. Collateral damage is regrettable, but permissible within mission bounds."

"You have 48 standard hours to break the back of N'vhaar's resistance."

"Do not disappoint the Empire."

 

[Cato Demora]

Cato hefted his rifle sling until it neatly clipped to its mag-slot on his shoulder. He sighed as he picked up his helmet and strode over to the rest of the squad he had been assigned. Cato stood much taller than them, and his mix of both surgical and war scars made him an altogether unruly picture beneath the helmet. He looked between them, but did not smile in greeting.

"Congrats, Soldiers. The Emperor has ordained you the righteous privilege of dying today. Lets not disappoint him.", Cato said flatly, despite the slight humor in his tone. A PRAETORIAN was rarely known to be human, but at least Cato could jest.

"We fly out five minutes ago. Lets get down to the Apollo, Hanger Bay 3. Any questions?"

CT-312

 

[CT-312]

//: Cato Demora //:
//: Forward Command Deck // 'Khan' Class Star Destroyer 'SIN Nihil' // Firefist Frontline Orbit//:
//: Attire //:
//: Weapons: IQA-11 & Vibroblade Knife//:
//: OPERATION GLASSLIGHT //:​

Listening to the briefing, watching the projection of the objectives, ‘Well this is new’, taking in and memorizing the information that was being shown. CT-312 was summoned to the first legion, assigned to a squad with a Praetorian. It was something she'd never thought possible. Not only that, but this mission needed a gentler approach. Not the usual run and gun infiltration that Scout Trooper was used to. A covert type mission. Something CT-312 had never done before. ‘48 hours to break the back of N’vhaar’s resistance’, both brows raised in amusement beneath her helmet. A first for everything.

Double checking her equipment, CT-312 opted out of bringing her LO-18D Assault Rifle. Instead bringing a simpler weapon, the IQA-11. Patting herself down, specifically making sure the vibroblade knife was secured at the back of her belt. As the rest of the assigned personnel finished checking their weapons and equipment, their Squad Captain—the Praetorian—stood towering over them.

"Congrats, Soldiers. The Emperor has ordained you the righteous privilege of dying today. Lets not disappoint him."

Visor turned, facing the giant. A small smirk appeared on CT-312’s face from the Praetorian’s words. His humor, subtle as it was, did not go underappreciated.

"We fly out five minutes ago. Lets get down to the Apollo, Hanger Bay 3. Any questions?"

A nod was given in acknowledgement. Slinging the sniper rifle on her back, "What’s our first objective, Captain?"

 

[Cato Demora]

"We need domestic support.", Cato said as they walked towards the lift that would take them to their insertion transport.

"Chances are we can't false flag if we're dressed in our Empire's Best. More like, we need to learn the landscape of the political underdogs then wear their colors."

The lift was quick, and on it was enough firepower and weaponry to wage a war - but given it was only five of them, this seemed like overkill. Cato walked over and set his helmet down the second he had the chance, quickly going over the requisition and marking it off on his holopad. The dataslate chimed to life for confirmation when he was done, then he turned to the others, just in time for the lift to finish. He alone hefted two boxes, motioning for the others to grab one. These things were heavier than he made them look.

"We don't have the luxury of time here - normally I'd say we'd train and fund insurgents, but 48 hours isn't enough time to do that. So instead, we're going to dress up like our friends-in-the-slums, then strike right where the chain is weakest. The planet isn't as stable as the government makes it look, and one good firestorm should allow us a clear path to Sith incursion."

"Got any plans for sight seeing?", he asked as he placed the two crates he carried into the Apollo.

CT-312