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Mission Operation Scimitar | An Age of Strife Story - Pt. 2



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AN AGE OF STRIFE STORY
OPERATION SCIMITAR


WAR!

In the wake of the whirlwind of events leading to the pacification of the TION CLUSTER, as well as the full-scale outbreak of hostilities between the EMPIRE and the GALACTIC ALLIANCE; the resurgence of the CHISS ASCENDANCY continues on in the galactic-west of the EMPIRE. Through a series of skirmishes and battles of attribution following the most recent defensive stand on NIRUAUN, the Chiss offensive has ground to a halt.

Despite being newly appointed to the vaunted position of Grand Moff over the Western Frontier mere months prior to the initial Chiss offensive, IGNACIOUS KORVAN has been bogged down in a web of Imperial politics within the heartland of Bastion itself, as well as in the Empire’s wars abroad. After both fending off attempts by rivals great and small, and rallying support from unlikely allies; the Grand Moff returns to the WESTERN FRONTIER to personally oversee the delayed counteroffensive known as OPERATION SCIMITAR.

OPERATION SCIMITAR was originally intended to be a methodical series of redeployments mixed with feints to push Chiss forces off balance and secure the world of Iridonia; which would serve as a launchpad for a steady push westward. Yet after the aforementioned events transpiring across the Empire, the need arose for significant revisions to make up for lost time and regain the initiative. While the focal point of the operation remains the recapture of Iridonia, its scope has been expanded into the wholesale advance and liberation of the entire section of border worlds - VEROLEEM, IRIDONIA, and SHU TORUN. The plan is bold, but risky; and has several moving parts - any of which could go wrong.

But to underestimate the EMPIRE is to tempt fate itself. The forces within the region are composed of men and women at the highest and lowest levels of the Imperial war machine; all of whom have something to prove, and will stop at nothing to see the job done.

FOR THE EMPIRE!






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Current state of the Chiss-Imperial Conflict, 877 ABY


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HIT AND FADE
"Imperial Naval doctrine mandates a concentration of overwhelming force where the enemy is weakest."



Shu Torun is a resource rich world, feeding a wide variety of rare ores and minerals into the Imperial Industrial Complex. During the Chiss offensive, military strategists prioritized the defense of more tactically crucial worlds given their increased short term importance of such worlds as Ansion and Niruaun. But Shu Torun is vital in the long term for the Imperial economy, and the mounting war effort against her enemies. The resurgent Chiss Ascendancy knew this well, and was quick to secure and reestablish industrial operations on the world to kick-start its own industrial capacity in the hopes of rebuilding and outfitting itself for a prolonged existence on the galactic stage. In the months that followed its capture, remnants of the Imperial garrison and surrounding naval forces set about a campaign of destabilization, sabotaging Shu Torun’s industrial capacity in the hopes of buying the Empire time to mount a more decisive reaction.

The first phase of OPERATION SCIMITAR will see this world once again at the flashpoint of conflict. With orders originating from the highest level, the Imperial Navy is tasked with engaging in a series of raids and disruptive maneuvers to capture shipping convoys departing the world’s space docks, as well as to cut a swathe through the weakened sector of space from the remainder of occupied territory; with the ultimate objective of establishing a blockade around the planet and deploying shock troops to secure its vital space docks and industrial facilities.


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ROOT AND STEM
"We shall crush them in one swift stroke."

At face value, Veroleem appears to be a locale of little strategic or maritime value given its barren landscape. However, intelligence reports suggest the opposite within the context of OPERATION SCIMITAR. Clandestine communications monitoring and active intercept missions have yielded above average certainty that the Chiss Ascendancy has established a secret forward-operating base upon the remote sectors of the planet. High Orbit Stealth Reconnaissance surveillance efforts have yet to detect indications of a facility on the surface, which suggests the possibility that the facility has been established underground.

Execution of a potential infiltration mission had been ruled too risky to be considered up until recently, when a Chiss defector confirmed the presence of an underground base he referred to as ‘a forward strike base’. If his intelligence can be believed, the base contains the capacity to house and sustain hundreds of hyperdrive capable long range strike craft, which would pose a significant threat to military assets in surrounding systems. With the direct approval of Grand Moff Korvan himself, a task force of ISB agents and special forces units will be deployed to the planet via a JC-747 Nox-class Raider Corvette. The task force’s objective is two-fold - first, to confirm the presence of the facility at the coordinates provided by the defector; and second, to infiltrate the facility, secure what information exists within it, and totally destroy it.


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IT’S TREASON THEN
"Wipe them out... all of them."

The liberation of Iridonia is at hand. With the naval strikes taking place near Shu Toren, the Chiss assets deployed to defend Iridonia have been greatly weakened to the point of being completely and totally overwhelmed by Imperial Reserve Forces. With a full-scale blockade in effect, the Imperial Army is set to be deployed on the planet surface with one objective in mind - the total decimation of any and all Chiss forces on the planet.

But there is a complication to be considered during the mobilization. Intelligence has reported the presence of a Zabrak resistance movement that has acted against the Chiss occupying force. While this would normally be welcome news of loyalty amongst the local populace, it has further been revealed that the resistance appears to be utilizing powers considered to be... unnatural. Rumors of a dark side cult have long been purported amongst the populace of Iridonia, and it would appear the conflict engulfing the planet was sufficient to bring it to the fore. While the Imperial Army sets about reclaiming the major settlements of the planet, the Imperial Knights are tasked with hunting and exterminating this force cult before it recedes back into hiding.

 

Ashkur Kilslee

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315th Flight Wing
3rd Squadron
2-Flight
4x TIE/INx Interceptor

The Interceptor shook with the rest of the Star Destroyer as it broke hyperspace, followed by another shudder as the clamps holding it to the launch racks loosed their grips, the short fall caught by the repulsorlifts as the TIE's engines roared to life, propelling it through the atmospheric shields of the hangar and down under the ventral surface of the capital ship. Cyclone 5 watched as his wingman formed up next to him, the two interceptors trailed by two more as the trailing element rolled into their own position. The pilot sighed, while he had spent more time on patrol than in combat before taking over 3rd Squadron's 2-flight, these new guys had hardly gotten their wings before

Shunting power towards his engines and pushing his throttle to its full position, Ashkur rolled his fighter into a hard dive towards the station, the other 3 interceptors falling in behind him single-file. "2 Flight, keep column till the last second - as soon as they're in weapons range, break and blast them." The dive was met by a swarm of old Clawcraft and painted-up TIEs, certainly they presented a threat to the interceptors but Ashkur was confident. His fingers on the trigger for his laser cannons, Ashkur checked they were on dual-fire and counted the precious seconds of piece before contact, 3, 2, 1. His pulled his fingers back and the fighter responded by loosing a flurry of verdant plasma bolts through space, a cluster of them impacting and penetrating the shields of an opposing interceptor, unmooring a wing and sending the fighter careening off into space. His fire was soon joined by that of 3 more interceptors as they broke into a loose finger-four, their spearhead forcing the incoming fighters to spread out to make for easier pickings for the rest of the carrier's group.
 



Objective: I - Hit & Fade
Location: Aboard the NIV Ave Imperator - In Orbit Over Niruaun
Tags: Ashkur Kilslee | Open

  • (1) Legate-class Battlecruiser (Flagship - 5000m)
    • NIV Ave Imperator
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
  • (2) Pellaeon IV-class Star Destroyers (Battleline - 4000m)
    • NIV Sturm
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Niruaun
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
  • (3) New Imperial I-class Star Destroyers (Battleline - 4800m)
    • NIV Triumph
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Voracious
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
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    • NIV Bastion IV
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
  • (3) Valiant-class Star Destroyers (Battleline - 3000m)
    • NIV Avenger
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Primus

      • [*]Shields: 100%
        [*]Armor: 100%
        [*]Power: 100%
        [*]Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Iriad
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
  • (4) Endurance-class Fleet Carriers (Auxilliary Support - 4,160m)
    • NIV Dauntless
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Bellicose
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Vaunted
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
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    • NIV Serenno
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%

  • (4) Onager II-class Star Destroyer (Long Range Weapons Platform] - 5200m)
    • NIV Barrage
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Axiom
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Mallius
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
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    • NIV Executor
      • Shields: 100%
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      • Power: 100%
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  • (6) Tirailleur-class Artillery Frigates (Ranged Support - 3000m)
    • NIV Trident
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Tiberia
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
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    • NIV New Aldera
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
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    • NIV Veroleem
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
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    • NIV Maulor
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
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    • NIV Brutor
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
  • (8) Gurkha-class Corvettes (Ranged Support, Escort - 1384m)
    • NIV Hornet
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Baroque
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Raider
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Lament
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Prakith
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Ouroboros
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Eros
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Wasp II
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
  • (10) TXS ‘Vandal’-class Corvettes (Escort - 1,800m)
    • NIV Telos
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Jocasta
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Lorath
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Pharos
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Nebula
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Jericho
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Moras
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Vornskyr
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Blood Crow
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Outrider
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
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It was time.

After being pulled away not once, but twice to oversee highly sensitive operations of the Empire, Grand Moff Korvan had finally been able to rally support to his cause of reclaiming the lost territories of the Empire. There was, of course, one distinct difference between his previous standing and now.

Ignacious Korvan was not ‘just’ a Grand Moff within the Empire anymore. In addition to the considerable resume he already held, his uniform bore the shoulder epaulettes of a Grand Admiral. While he retained the rank placard of his other station of Grand Moff, the fact he carried both ranks had made him a considerable figure of power within Imperial politics. Legally, Korvan was able to marshal the forces necessary to quell this insurrection once and for all; despite the backbiting and rivalries within the Moff Council.

Naturally, that did not mean such assistance was not appreciated. Indeed, the reinforcements promised to him by the likes of Julius Haskler and Gideon Saigo would provide the strength needed to continue their advance once the worlds of Shu Torun, Veroleem, and Iridonia fell. All that remained now was to commence the operation.

The newly minted Grand Admiral turned to Rear Admiral Feros, who had looked up to regard his superior from a discussion with the ship’s command staff. After meeting his gaze, Korvan’s voice radiated throughout the command deck: “Signal the fleet to enter lightspeed - raiding groups shall engage their predesignated points along Shu Torun’s supply route at their own discretion. Operational command has been granted to all fleet commanders, and we shall all rally upon the planet itself. Admiral -”Korvan paused, a faint smile as he added: “Begin the operation.”

In unison, the 43rd Battlegroup surged into lightspeed in all directions. The end of the Chiss insurgency was at hand...

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R E B O R N
THE 908TH
Objective: Finish what we started
Location: Iridonia, suburbs of Malidris
In Proximity Of: 908th Legion | Open to cooperation
Engaging: Chiss & Dark Force Elements


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In a great horde, the entire 908th Legion descended upon Iridonia.
With naval superiority established in orbit, hundreds of the legion's shuttles descended into the atmosphere, aiming to set up a staging ground in the lightly defended suburbs immediately adjacent to the planetary capital of Malidris. Within ten minutes of atmospheric entry, the first wave of stormtroopers had landed, rapidly clearing the suburbs of whatever Chiss resistance remained. Over the next twenty minutes, the rest of the 908th arrived in various landing zones, bringing nearly 13,000 stormtroopers to bear against Malidris' defenders.

And the stormtroopers were not the only weapon of the Empire's retribution against the Chiss.

Six Imperial freighters descended atop the suburban highway, dropping off six 908th Legion AT-ATs. Flanking the imposing AT-ATs were eighteen nimble AT-SATs, each packing a respectable punch of their own. In conjunction with the infantry and artillery elements of the legion, a combined arms assault was under way.

Inside one of the troop transports, the two ranking officers of the 908th Legion met to discuss strategy.


"Commander Nines, the Chiss occupiers have fallen back from all forward positions and are now holding up in the capital city." reported Colonel Bigfoot. "We've detected no sign of the Zabrak cultists among the civilians we've seen so far, but Golden Boy and his scouts are still on the lookout and should keep us updated. What are your orders, sir?"

"Thank you." replied FN-999. "We should begin a siege immediately. Have Hammers 43 through 49 advance in a single file line along the main throughfare and represent the offensive vanguard. The Hammers should fire on any building with insurgents in it and continue advancing until they have enough space to split into two lines of three. They should also be backed up by one line battalion and all of the SATs. The remaining infantry battalions should advance directly through the smaller avenues of the suburbs, engaging the Chiss in mid-range urban warfare and calling on precision strikes from artillery in the inner suburbs. Do you have any suggestions, Bigfoot?"


"Just don't overthink this." reassured Bigfoot. "The 908th is second only to the 501st in what it can achieve. We've already wiped the floor with the traitors once, and we can do it again just as easily. Don't let your paranoia cost the 908th precious time."

"I appreciate your concern."
replied FN-999. "But let me tell you this, my friend. I've gone through a lot, yes. But I haven't gone senile yet."

"Let's get this over with."


The pair promptly parted ways, with Bigfoot leaving the shuttle to receive a briefing from the scouts while FN-999 relayed his orders to the entire legion via their encrypted comms.

Before long, the lines of battle had formed, and the AT-ATs began to lurch forwards.
 
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R A N C O R
THE EMPIRE
EN ROUTE TO VEROLEEM
ALLIES: Hal Vaiken Hal Vaiken | Margo Liaeris Margo Liaeris | Kelinna Tryn Kelinna Tryn | Leto Karazyn | Katja Javik Katja Javik
ENEMIES: Chiss Forces
ENGAGING: N/A
GEAR: Commando Armor | Z-6 Rotary Blaster Cannon | TL-50 Heavy Repeater | C-10 Heavy Blaster Pistol | Phase-Knife | Grenade loadout

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The JC-747 RAIDER CORVETTE was on approach to the planet Veroleem.

According to deployment, SCAR Squadron had been assigned to ferreting out - and dealing with - a possible Chiss forward strike base, and the members of the special forces group were preparing to land. Everyone had their own method, to each their own and all that, but the Heavy Weapons Specialist - who was newly assigned - had come across a problem:

"Which one, which one..." Kav muttered to himself, as he stood near a supply crate, hands on hips. He wore the dark Commando Armor, though the helmet was on a transport seat beside him. He shrugged. "I hate having to choose... screw it, I'm bringin' both my girls."

Kav reached into the crate and pulled out the TL-50 Heavy Repeater, which he took the shoulder strap and looped it over himself, to let the large weapon hang at his side. He took a handful of power packs for the weapon, before he packed them into the reinforced ammo pouches on his person. The pouches were plated, to avoid being caught by stray weapons fire or explosions.

"Hey, Sarge," Kav called, as he turned to look across the transport seating area. "Did you want me to pack some det-charges? Or is someone else on explosive duty?"

The heavy reached into the crate a third time and pulled out some large power packs for the second weapon, which were likewise placed into secure pouches. Then with a smirk, Kav gripped the Z-6 Rotary Blaster Cannon in both gloved hands and hefted the weapon out of storage - and with a cluck of his tongue, the heavy specialist inhaled and turned to the closest Imperial ally:

"This? This is my favorite," Kav muttered, as he began to check the weapon over. "Six barrel rotary assembly, each with actuating chambers, wrapped around a coolant-lined core, combined with galven circuitry to give it high cyclic discharge rate and good cooling... when I whirl this baby up to full, she spits out roughly one-hundred and sixty-six full-powered shots a second."

Kav waggled his eyebrows.

"Sexy, right?"

With a grin, the heavy secured a weapon strap and looped it over his other shoulder. Anyone who didn't know about him, might think the load would be too much, but Rancor wasn't just his squad alias for no reason. Kav was built different, he grew up in high gravity, which allowed him to lift heavy objects with relative ease - including human adults, in one hand, with little effort.

Two heavy weapons?

No problem.

Especially while wearing power-assisted armor. But even without that, Rancor wouldn't have struggled, the commando armor just made it even easier...

"Dunno about you all, but I'm ready to kick some Chiss ass," Kav said as he reached over and picked up his dark armored helmet. He tucked it under an arm, ready to don when the transport landed. "And looking forward to showing you all what I bring to the table. Anyone got our ETA?"

 


Pointing at each individual in turn, she did a headcount of the squad as she tried to decide how much equipment to bring as she sat next to a crate of supplies on the floor. She picked out various vials of coloured liquids and placed them into a bag. They were tiny but potent than standard issue and she didn't trust Leto to be responsible for his own.

Katja pushed herself up and off the floor, forgetting she was under a sloping section which she less than gracefully hit her head against as she got to her feet. "Motherf-" She instinctively reached up to her unhelmeted head and looked back as though she was surprised the roof had just appeared there.

With a frown and her hand still on her head, she moved towards another crate and picked up a couple of grenades, testing the weight of them in her hands before adding them to her ever-growing loadout, though it seemed minimal compared to the extensive category of weapons that Kav was building up. She watched for a moment, almost in disbelief, as he picked up more and more, seemingly unhindered by the additional weight.

She moved past him to sit down beside the helmet she had previously abandoned and braided her hair to pin up, out of her face. A mischievous smile grew on her face as her gaze fell on Leto nearby. She scooped up her helmet and approached him, reaching up to ruffle his hair. "If you don't get a haircut soon, we'll be braiding your hair before long."

She did, however, approach him for another reason than just to tease him. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a powerful stim and offered it to him. She imagined Rancor would need about twice as many to achieve the same effect. "I have more but... let's just see how things go first." She told him.

Katja's head turned in Kav's direction when he addressed them all, smiling at his enthusiasm. "Just don't get injured while you do." She replied. "Some of you people are such a liability." She joked.

 

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R E A P E R
THE EMPIRE
FACILITY INFILTRATION | VEROLEEM
TAG: Hal Vaiken Hal Vaiken | Kav Canthar | Katja Javik Katja Javik | Leto Karazyn | Margo Liaeris Margo Liaeris
GEAR: Armour | Sniper rifle | Pistol | Battle rifle | Vibroblade | Vibroknife | Grenade loadout
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HEAVEN KNOWS

It still wasn't properly healed.

It had been a haphazard patch up of her shoulder in order to get her back into the field as quick as possible after Ilum. The fact that she wouldn't be able to shoot from that specific shoulder for a long while just fueled the Reaper's hate for the Jedi even more.

Being a shoulder down was any sharpshooter's worst nightmare.

Lily's jaw was set as she silently ran a cloth over her already clean precision rifle. It was soothing in way. It kept her mind quiet while the newest recruit babbled over at the weapon's crate.

Despite his babbling, it was good to have a heavy back on the team. The void that Mauler had left had been felt for a long time since Ringo Vinda. Finally there was someone that could clear blockades with relative ease again. Sarge really had taken his time to commission a replacement. At least now it could alleviate the added strain that had been on Margo's shoulders.

The conversations in the corvette on the way down were white noise to the Reaper until she finally returned the rifle to her back. The babbling of Katja and Kav became more coherent.
"Dunno about you all, but I'm ready to kick some Chiss ass,"
The ghost of a smile spread on Lily's face.
"Those blue sons-o'-bitches really do need some proper kicking. They didn't seem to get the message when we drowned them last time." she told the Rancor.

That had also been a close call for the team, but she didn't mention it.

 

Life had nearly escaped his grasp on Ilum. Counting the heaving breathes until the last one was drawn on the cold floor of the Hallowed Scar on Ilum blinded by the darkness of the mining pit in which he had decided to die. General Saul Vandron had often repeated the mantra "it is sweet to die for the Empire" and as sour as the taste of his own blood running free was, the cold eyes of the Nagai Jedi -- so keen on executing the trooper in the name of their peacekeeping creed -- loomed over him as a clear reminder of what they fought for, who they fought against. And as the blood turned sweet at the thought, Leto Karazyn had yanked him over to the saving grace of Katja Javik Katja Javik restoring him back to life.

The storm over Ilum had rumbled the Chiss traitors, refueling their crushed morale and encouraging them into a fight that had seemed all but futile after the success of Operation Phalanx. As the Empire repositioned its fleets back on the legal borderlines with the Alliance, a pacifying force was dispatched to the three worlds of Iridonia, Shu Torun, and Veroleem as part of Operation Scimitar.

With a visible limp and aches punching through the numbness of painkillers, Sarge was back on his feet aboard a Raider Corvette with the rest of the famed SCAR Squadron, along with their new addition -- Kav Canthar, or most commonly known as Rancor. The Recruitment Board of the 501st was rapid in drafting the man from a long list of candidates for which Hal was appreciative. They needed the heavy punch of a trooper built like a brickhouse.

"Hey, Sarge," Kav called, as he turned to look across the transport seating area. "Did you want me to pack some det-charges? Or is someone else on explosive duty?"

"Pack what you can carry." which probably was a lot. "But Stalker's on Demo duty." he flicked a switch on the brief table before them and a holoprojection blazed to life. "This is a preliminary orbital scan of the coordinates the Chiss defector has provided. Naval intelligence is near certain it's an ancient kryotin mine so keep your helmets on in case there's still something unrefined or toxic out there. Especially you." he jerked his head at Leto Karazyn and Katja Javik Katja Javik . "Phatom, Spectre, Team A -- you'll infiltrate through the exhaust shaft on the other side of the mine. Marked as Shaft A." the corresponding letter materialized on the holo blueprint. "This should lead you all the way down to the bottom, third level - the prospecting tunnel - where supposedly these hyperdrive-capable long strike crafts are. The shaft might be their exit lane so try not to get to grilled if a vessel decides its time to go up."

"Castor, Kriegan, Team B -- Ventilation Shaft One, or Shaft B. You'll infiltrate down to the second level where according to the defectors are both the barracks and an engineering bay, and you'll clear both. Your space bosses--" he jerked his head at Castor. "--assume the engineering bay may hold valuable data on the Chiss Fleets, technical data for our Naval Intelligence to use against the Chiss's own navy. You know more about this than we do. Kriegan and his squad will be supporting you."

"Reaper and I, Team C, will use Ventilation Shaft Two, or Shaft C." he pointed at the corresponding letter on the blueprint. "We'll head to level one where potentially the command or operations room is. Securing that area will allow us to help you as you navigate through the base."

"And now the fun part." a smirk curved his lips as he puffed a cloud of smoke from his cigarette. "Rancor, Stalker, Team D -- parade Door is yours. The hoist house is home to both Shaft B and C. The two of you will be frontally assaulting it, taking all the heat as the rest of us infiltrate surgically through our entry points. You will then proceed downwards into the base. Clear every nook and cranny. And keep the heat up at all times. We want the bulk of the Chiss forces to be going at you, not us. You're our covering fire."

"And don't die." he added before extinguishing the cigarette on the table and flinging the helmet over his head. "Be advised, the existence of the base remains unconfirmed -- whole thing might be for nothing but somehow... I doubt it. Blue monkeys always find a way to surprise."

"...Also--" his visor glanced at both Rancor and Stalker. "Try not packing too much heat. Our entry points are our exfil points as well. Not looking to dying in a mine again."

 

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In the haze of substance abuse that came with his deployment on Ilum, one memory stood above the rest: his curled fist clocked a child across the head, felled like a sack of bricks. It was a Jedi, Leto reminded himself, as if that was an excuse to kill children. Rather, as if that was a reason able to compel him to stop. He was an Amaxine warrior, a simple man; a caveman compared to the likes of some in the Empire. It was of little importance, the voice over the intercom paled in comparison to a murder tool.

He snickered to himself once Katja bumped her unprotected head on the interior of the craft, only to find his often sullen features sour from the unwanted touch. Leto corrected his non-regulation hair as his other hand rose a finger between them, "Be careful." His stern voice accompanied the lift in his brow. Rather suprisingly, it was an offer that followed though. "Hmph, how about that." His armoured body jolted with some sense of anticipation, "You keep 'em coming."

Maybe something in it for you later.

But whatever thoughts of ridiculous highs came, they were silenced with the interference of Sarge in his address to everyone. Leto nodded his head, that was as much of an answer as he gave, seemed somewhat standard. For SCAR, that is.

Leto swivelled his head back towards Katja, "Try and keep up, then. Don't want to lose another medic."

 


Leto's warning did little to threaten her and instead prompted a smug smile in response. She had quickly grown fond of the group and treated them as such. With the amount of time they would spend together and the number of near-death situations they would face, it was hard not to care for them, even if some of them were less than forthcoming.

"We'll see." She replied, glancing sideways at him. If he had his way, she knew how much he would take so it was for the best if she let her more responsible self handle the military-grade stimulants.

The commanding voice of Sarge drew their attention to a holoprojection outlining their mission coordinates. She nodded in acknowledgement of their individual assignments along with his several warnings of the dangers they could expect. Her gaze lingered on Kriegan for a few moments after he was mentioned before shifting back to her companion beside her.

"I can't help but feel like we've pulled the short straw, here."
She commented in regards to their role in the mission. Getting high and fried was not a good way to go and she didn't carry enough aloe vera to contend with the tail-end of a hyperdrive.

"Don't worry. You couldn't get rid of me if you tried." She replied with a smirk.

 

Castor E-196

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Imperial Navy Special Forces Command; Attached to SCAR

Objective: n e u t r a l i z e
Allies: A: Katja Javik Katja Javik Leto Karazyn || B: Castor E-196 Castor E-196 Kriegan Tavlar Kriegan Tavlar || C: Kelinna Tryn Kelinna Tryn Hal Vaiken Hal Vaiken || D: Kav Canthar Margo Liaeris Margo Liaeris

As the corvette closed with their target, Castor checked his equipment again. Every cartridge, detonator, rebreather, seal- it gave him some measure of certainty and comfort, going over his kit, again and again, each time recounting their statistics and capabilities in his head, drilling it into memory.

"Castor, Kriegan, Team B -- Ventilation Shaft One, or Shaft B. You'll infiltrate down to the second level where according to the defectors are both the barracks and an engineering bay, and you'll clear both. Your space bosses--" he jerked his head at Castor. "--assume the engineering bay may hold valuable data on the Chiss Fleets, technical data for our Naval Intelligence to use against the Chiss's own navy. You know more about this than we do. Kriegan and his squad will be supporting you."
Shafts again. Castor was beginning to miss the- well, he never really liked the great open wilds anyway.

"Will do." Data retrieval would be extremely useful. Blowing up a base and killing scores of enemies was one thing, but data could tip wars and break armies, as he well knew in his counter-insurgency days.

"And don't die." he added before extinguishing the cigarette on the table and flinging the helmet over his head. "Be advised, the existence of the base remains unconfirmed -- whole thing might be for nothing but somehow... I doubt it. Blue monkeys always find a way to surprise."

"...Also--" his visor glanced at both Rancor and Stalker. "Try not packing too much heat. Our entry points are our exfil points as well. Not looking to dying in a mine again."
Castor checked his equipment again. RAMPART armour, DC/03, knives, sidearm, explosives, hacking tool: nothing too heavy. He packed a few explosive charges and extra detonators: taking out the barracks would be expedited with the presence of such tools. He looked to Kriegan Tavlar Kriegan Tavlar .

"Have you briefed your men yet?" It was not lost on Castor that the two non-ISB members had been put together to secure their objective. He idl wondered if SCAR was not telling them everything.
 

Orik Dakari

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Location:
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Objective: Doin' MP busywork
Equipment: Urban defence armour
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Would you look at that. Master Sergeant. Head of the formation. Orik kept his back straight and arm in position as he looked with his eyes at the parade ground on the Star Destroyer. The Platoon was formed up for inspection: just a formality, really.

There was little time for on-boarding, and had there been, there were insufficient long-term personnel to help get Orik Dakari up to speed on his new responsibilities as Platoon Commander. The 303rd had been hit hard repeatedly for months on end. He morbidly realised that, even if there was no promotion, he'd be de facto Platoon Commander anyway given the losses incurred on Nirauan and Ilum. The Battalion was at "operationally-ready" strength with the respites between battles allowing more ISF and Army soldiers to be crash-converted into the specific mission of the 303rd FSB, but a glance at the empty ranks in his Platoon's inspection assembly made it clear how much of that was just hoping things did not fall apart in combat.

It was good to see the old-timers, though. Teph was undergoing a quick NCO course to get promoted into Sergeant, while Horne took his place as Corporal. The other Privates had gotten bonuses and commendations all, even Diel who had stayed back to defend the Ilum outpost from concerted Alliance attack.

"Master Sergeant Dakari, 1st Coy is ready to deploy." Sergeant Hesel marched up to Orik after the inspection and waited, eyes faced front.

"Thank you, Sergeant Hesel. How are the new blood fitting in?"

"I...I uhh, I wouldn't be qualified to say, Sergeant." Hesel answered stiffly, still very aware they were still in parade formation. He had to remind himself the newcomers had different expectations than frontline vets. Hesel was also part of the newly transferred MPs that had been ripped from garrison duty to be placed into the 303rd. They were all disciplined and loyal, but Orik knew that the measure of a soldier would, unfortunately, only be known under fire. And with the duties they had to carry out...

"Hmm, well, I'm sure you're all doing alright," Orik gave a wan smile and dismissed her, who in turn about-faced to dismiss the company. The MPs dispersed to their arming stations, while Orik walked down from the inspection lectern and put on his helmet.

<"1st Coy, you know your orders. Secure the traffic flow on this Star Destroyer and the boys in white can get down there asap. Which means more time to pound the Ch-"> Orik stopped himself.

<"-well, more break time before they deploy us to the FOB they set up down below. So get your asses moving!">

<"Yes Sergeant!">
 

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THE EMPIRE
FACILITY INFILTRATION | VEROLEEM
TAG: Hal Vaiken Hal Vaiken | Katja Javik Katja Javik | Leto Karazyn | Kav Canthar | Margo Liaeris Margo Liaeris | Kriegan Tavlar Kriegan Tavlar | Castor E-196 Castor E-196
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HEAVEN KNOWS

The majority were still taking it lightly.

If only they knew how quickly it could change on an infil op. It was different from a battlefield where it was always a 50/50 if you were going to survive or not. You could plan everything out to the T and it would still not work out like that.

Her mind was oddly quiet between all the rookie chatter. It wouldn't take them too long to find their groove in the team or die trying. It was the run of things. She'd normally be chattier but either Ilum had subdued her mood or it was the painkillers subduing the throbbing in her shoulder. Either way, it worked.

Finally the briefing came from Sarge who was even more drugged up than Leto on a good day. And yet he still managed to smoke, which was beyond the sharpshooter.

Trotting through the briefing, he divided the entire team into pairs for better efficiency. Of course she would be on tech duty once more, which meant close quarters and silence. As Sarge went on, she unclipped the precision from her back once more to shift it from long range to something more personal. Either way, the Verpine would be deathly silent.

But then she heard Stalker's pairing. Dangerous as it might be, it brought the smallest of smirks to her face as she look toward Kav Canthar.
"Better play nice, Rancor, or she'll be serving you to those blue monkeys in pieces." she joked.

 


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8th AIRBORNE BATTALION 'ALL-IMPERIAL' | B 1-8 COMPANY | ENIGMA PLATOON
SUPPORTING | SPECIAL OPERATIONS

NIO | Castor E-196 Castor E-196 | Kelinna Tryn Kelinna Tryn | Leto Karazyn | Katja Javik Katja Javik | Margo Liaeris Margo Liaeris | Kav Canthar

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It was hardly his expertise, infiltration ops such as these. Much more fitting for his unit's attache in the Imperial Navy Commando E-196. But he hardly had the luxury of choosing his own mission directive. Putting the 501st, 8th Battalion on a mission like this wasn't even akin to fitting a square peg in a circular socket. It was more like slamming it with a sledgehammer. The 501st was a conventional force which waged war at a brigade and superior level scale, hardly deep infiltration such as this.

It was a challenge accepted. Exposing himself to different assignments, different perspectives and different ways of operating would only improve his ability to adapt and command. He was largely silent during the brief, sure, he may have been one of the highest ranking figures in the room but in Special Operations- pulling rank meant next to nothing. He was here to drink in all the information he could gather from how they operated. Once him and Castor broke off, it was time to operate. The mission seemed routine in all its sum. Information extraction, something well within Enigma's paygrade and area of expertise.

"Have you briefed your men yet?"

He raised a brow in the direction of Castor, offering a brief nod of acknowledgement. He'd tapped first and fourth squad for the mission. First squad would take point and be under Tavlar's direct command for the mission with fourth squad, composed of his more veteran troopers and led by his platoon sergeant would serve as bravo team, back up and relief should the mission get out of hand.

"Affirmative." The second lieutenant replied, adjusting his helmet under his arm with a nod of his head.

"They're filled in on the mission and its perimeters. Awaiting deployment as we speak- whenever we're in position."
He says with a nod to Castor before his gaze shifts to Vaiken.

"Do we have an accurate ETA to our objective, sergeant?" He asked with an arched brow, he realized Special Operations hardly worked on concrete standard operating procedures as more conventional units did- but the more he could gleam off of them the better. Though this was hardly going to be his first operation- the academy polish still needed to be buffed out in his demeanor. He took another glance in the direction of Castor, no doubt he'd handle himself in the coming operation. They all would. Not long after, his eyes caught the lingering gaze of Katja, offering a brief nod before his attention shifted back to Vaiken as he awaited his answer.
 

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Operation: Scimitar
It's Treason Then

THE EMPIRE
THIRD SECTOR DEFENCE FORCES
First Anaxsi Free Brigade -- Second TodHusars Regiment

'Banshee' Company

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BERZINGUE FROM ANAXES

The Anaxsi, the Chiss and the Zabrak -- Part. I


Interacting with: FN-999
— 877, Harrier-Class Heavy Cruiser 'Le Téméraire', Iridonian Space


'Le Téméraire', one of the main ships that constituted the Anaxsi Task Force 58, led by Commodore Herlock, stationed above the seeming-peaceful world of Iridonia. Months ago, the Imperials repelled the Chiss Expeditionary Forces guided by General Faraak during the Battle of Nirauan. But, despite this terrible, irrevocable defeat for those blue-skinned rascals and the state of emergency decreed by the Lord-Regent Barran himself, the Chiss had remained in the Northern part of the Imperial territories. And they didn't remain silent. The decision of dismantling the only-Chiss units and open internment camps made a splash in Imperial Society.

Wasn't this defeat enough for 'em? Are they forced to revolt, and revolt, and revolt...? We gave 'em all we've got after the destruction of Csilla...

The words that the Chis High General had declared after the great Imperial victory at the Second Battle of Nirauan still echoed in Nukth's mind. They would uprise as long as they would be able to. To the Captain, they weren't able to understand power -- to realise that Order was their only possible salvation in this Galaxy. Instead of staying silent in their condition, they caused trouble within the Empire. Instead of collaborating, they were uprising. Damn Chiss...

Well... Mind your mission, Nukth, mind your mission, he said to himself while giving a look at his datapad. In the days following the announcement of Operation: Scimitar against what remained of the Chiss Reclamationists, the Captain had learned a lot of articles and reports about the situation on Iridonia. Rumours of a Sith cult within the city of Malidris had spread. For a reason he didn't know, Zabrak Sith was something Nukth could easily imagine. From the moment they've got horns... For a reason he didn't know, Chiss Sith were way harder to imagine. Even in a life spent defeating the Sith Lords and the Dark Side's warriors of the Maw, Nukth had never met a Chiss in the hordes he slashed with his brothers in arms. Finally, even the Ascendancy -- or whatever remained of it -- had been brought into the Force's dichotomy.

However, the Captain wasn't naive about the situation of the Sith within the Galaxy. He knew that the Third Imperial Civil War wasn't the Sith's last stand, their last breath. Five thousand years of galactic history didn't defeat them at all. For Light-Sided factions, such as the Empire, fighting the Chiss was a necessity. Nukth thought that they were feeling the same: they need fighting members of the Light Side.

« Captain? » a voice called, « We've got a strategy meetin' with Colonel FN-999. »

The Hussar pulled him out of his thoughts. Well, he had forgotten that he had to talk to Nines. The contingent sent by Haskler above Iridonia was smaller than usual. Compared to the five companies that took part in the deployment on Panatha several weeks ago, this task force seemed thin. But the objectives weren't the same. A coup-de-main operation had been planned there, allowed by the paratroopers that constituted the TodHusars Corps, while the Reborns were going to make a grand entrance in Malidris, as the StormCorps liked.

« Is Captain Reising ready? » Kelga'an asked while looking at the holotable in the centre of the room. As the soldier was going to answer his question, a mechanical door opened itself, revealing Reising in all its splendour. The man was wearing a trenchcoat that he got since the Battle for Pols Anaxes before the exile -- he didn't change it within three decades. Kelga'an welcome the Captain with open arms and said: « Captain Reising, what a pleasure t'see you there! 'Think y'know that we've got a meetin' startin' in a couple of seconds, right? »

His counterpart quickly nodded and then took place on his side while the soldier that reminded Nukth of his rendezvous stayed behind them, in front of a console -- he was supposed to be the operator of the Téméraire's deck. « Ready? » he asked, gaze planted on the screens that displayed statics.

Kelga'an nodded and then added: « Remember t'be nice, Elward. »

After a few seconds of statics, the holotable finally displayed the picture of a man in a StormTrooper's armour -- FN-999. The two Anaxsis stayed at attention for a couple of seconds, in order to salute the officer, and then Nukth started to introduce themselves:

« Glad t'see you, Commander. 'Am Captain Nukth Kelga'an, and this Captain Elward Reising. We're from the TodHusars Corps, and we'll represent Yinchorr Garrison durin' Operation: Scimitar. I've heard your walkers were on the way for Malidris, so I think it will soon be time for our units t'be deployed, won't it? We've got two TodHusars companies ready t'be parachuted from their dropships -- callsigns Banshee an' Goldish. You just have t'tell us when it'll be time to deploy, and our dropships can reach the atmosphere within a dozen of miniutes. »​
 
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The World of Iridonia was once a strong defensive point for the Resurgent Chiss until Imperial Forces had weakened it enough for the Imperial Reserve Forces to swiftly occupy it. Although there was a main objective to decimate any chiss forces still on the planet. His elderly hand gazed through the datapad in front of himself at the Intelligence Report which had brought the Imperial Knights to the world. They were going to cleanse a Zabrak Resistance Movement who reportedly are using unnatural powers. The Dark Side Cult on the world had drawn his focus both as a former jedi master who actively fought against the dark side and as a Knight-Cleric of the Empire as a whole.

He had heard much about the 908th Stormtrooper Legion underneath the command of FN-999 and was assigned to the legion to provide force support in their movements moving forward. The soft thud of the AT-AT could be felt as it slowly was placed on top of a suburban highway along with several others. The flow of the force around him was hard to sense and get a clear picture possibly due to the interference of the dark side cult. The Legion should have little difficulty in crushing the zabrak's and the chiss forces within the Planetary Capital.

Moving away from the box he was currently resting upon into the back of the vehicle. The flow of the force around him shifted as he tapped into the immense power of the force to conjure
Battle Meditation to considerably boost the morale ; stamina and overall battle prowess of his allies within the 908th Stormtrooper Legion. This would hopefully provide them with an extra boost overall in combat. Once they had reached the opposition's battle line than his mediation would reduce the fighting will of the enemy to make it a little easier to secure the capital as a whole.

Although his focus must be maintained to keep the ability activated without interruption.


 

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Location: Iridonia, suburbs of Malidris
In Proximity Of: 908th Legion | Petra Dunstan | FN-999 | 501st Legion Elements
Engaging: Chiss & Dark Force Elements

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"Do you think they'll be coming this way soon?" The first asked, the hint of a quiver in his voice.

"Duh, idiot," the second replied, pointing an arm southwest where the flare of explosions flashed in the patches of sky visible between the nearby towering buildings, "the Imps aren't here to sit and wait at the doors, are they?"

"Eh, leave him alone Corporal, he's just edgy," the third chimed in.

The three soldiers stood, tense, around the heavy repeating blaster turret they manned, protected behind sheets of durasteel that had been hastily thrown up, on a bridge that served as a walkway between buildings on opposite sides of a long thoroughfare. The position offered excellent line of sight and the advantage of elevation. When the Imperial soldiers came marching down the road, as surely they would have to given the street was one of the main thoroughfares leading to Malidris' Capital Square, the small heavy weapons squad would be ready to mow them down.

"We've already won. We have the high gro-"

The third soldier's speech was cut short, followed immediately by a slick, wet hiss and then a crunch. The second, a veteran of several campaigns by now, spun round instantly, his pistol raised. He was met with the impassive visor of an Imperial recon trooper in black-and-grey dappled armour, looming over him moments before cold metal punctured his throat. He gurgled on his own blood, spluttering on the trooper's visor. The first turned, confusion twisting his face, quickly turning to horror. A fumble for the pistol at his belt, a last gasping intake of air as gauntlets seized his unarmoured throat, quickly forced out as a muted squeak as the grip crushed his throat.

"Shoulda paid attention, rookie," a quiet, menacing voice uttered.

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Ruaridh lowered the Chiss soldier's lifeless corpse to the ground, kneeling over it as he used the being's fatigues to wipe his fairbairn dagger of blood. He slid it home in the sheath at his lower back, catching his sabrewasp particle rifle a moment later as a squadmate tossed it to him.

"Good work, LT. Quick and quiet, just like Sycorax" the private who'd tossed him his weapon said as another of Ruaridh's squad rushed in to disable the turret's electronics permanently.

Ruaridh nodded his thanks. "Eyes and ears, Private." The trooper didn't need telling twice, immediately taking cover behind the barricade and keeping watch over the street. Ruaridh activated his comlink. "Striders, sound off."

Over the link hardwired into Ruaridh's helmet came a series of clicks in reply, each separate sequence relayed from each of his company's sergeants. STRIDER company used a non-standard battle-cant, developed in the jungles of Sycorax IV during the several months they spent stranded alone and as behind enemy lines as one could be on that once-contested planet. It was for his actions as a commando on that hole of a planet that General Saul Vandron had "recruited" Ruaridh and the surviving soldiers of the 22nd Galidraani Death Trooper Corps, Unit 31 - previously known as Greyscale company - into the General's Legion, the infamous 501st. The instant promotion to 2nd Lieutenant was a welcome one, Ruaridh having never assumed he would rise so high given Clan Aodh's past indiscretions, but he also knew the challenges he would face.

One of those challenges had a face like a slapped arse, and was now attempting to contact him.

"Second Lieutenant," whined Captain Jonah Cairn, chief arsepiece of the 501st contingent that General Vandron had assigned under operational command of the 908th Legion's assault on Malidris. Usually Ruaridh would have very little contact with officers like Captain Arsepiece, but General Vandron had specifically asked for Ruaridh and the good Captain to share command of the 501st elements for this offensive - an order the Captain was still smarting over. A test, apparently, one Ruaridh was happy to be put through, he just wished his reward at the end of it was putting his fist through Cairn's smarmy jaw.

"Aye, Captain?"

"Ah, still alive then I see. Be advised, the 908th AT-ATs have begun their march down the main highway. I trust your company's sabotaging of the enemy has cleared at least some resistance?"

Ruaridh's eyes rolled out the back of his skull and down the road. Well if it was, you've just alerted any enemy slicing into our comms, you doughnut, was what Ruaridh wanted to say, but he bit his tongue. He wanted to ensure General Vandron received a good report of his conduct, even one coming from Arsepiece here.

The news of the 908th's main spearhead into Malidris now setting off brought to Ruaridh's mind the young cadet he'd shared brief words with, back in the vast hangar bay of one of the starships the army had been launching from. Petra, if he recalled correctly. She had been assigned to a squad of stormtroopers that had drawn vanguard duty, escorting the AT-ATs on their long, ponderous march into Malidris's city streets. A dangerous role, one of the most likely to result in injury or death in this battle, but although the cadet had been young and a tad awkward - what he put down to simple nerves - she had impressed Ruaridh. He had made sure she, and several others from select squads of the 501st contingent being deployed today, knew how to contact him directly in the event of a disaster occurring. Ruaridh knew all too well the ramifications of poor communication on the battlefield, and that the key to good communication was ensuring the troopers actually on the ground, slogging through the mud, dust and blaster fire were explicitly aware of who to contact and when when shit hit the literal fan. He prayed he wouldn't hear from Petra or any of the others, but he would at least be prepared.

"Aye, Captain. Keep me informed of the offensive's progress and I'll make contact if any contingencies come into play."

"Ensure you do, Second Lieutenant."

Ruaridh shook his head and cut the link to the Captain's command transport. He saw the members of his squad, posted up nearby behind cover, around corners, alert and ready for any altercation. He smiled, allowing himself a brief moment of pride, before he made the hand signal to move out.

Time to do what Ruaridh did best.

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The 400th Talmshaa Fleet had recently been formed underneath the command of Fleet Admiral Kanollic II Vethres. However competing interests with the Imperial Inspectorate left the act of forming the fleet to Senior Advisor Abeodan Charidot. The Fleet was mostly providing extra starfighter support and with a heavier reliance of star destroyers to overwhelm an enemy with shear firepower and starfighter superiority. Soft footsteps could be heard approaching the Bridge of the Pellaeon III Class Star Destroyer 'Resurgency II' as Admiral Abeodan Charidot made himself known to the recently minted crew.

A quick brush of his mustache on his lips and an almost soft expression formed on his face as Rear Admiral Furn approached him. "Sir; we have been issued commands from Bastion." Furn said with utter politeness in his voice as he handed the datapad with their new orders to the Admiral of this Fleet. Charidot's gaze looked over the information provided. They were going to provide support to Grand Moff & Grand Admiral Ignacious Korvan Ignacious Korvan during Operation SCIMITAR.

The World of Shu Torun was a vital resource rich world feeding a wide variety of rare ores and minerals into the Imperial Industrial Complex. Their assignment was to capture shipping convoys departing the world's space docks as well as to cut a swathe through the weakened sector of space from the remainder of occupied territory. The ultimate objective was to blockade the planet and deploy shock troops to secure the industrial zones.

It would do little good for them to arrive late and so the Admiral looked back at his minted crew for just a brief moment.
"Signal the fleet to enter lightspeed converging on Shu Torun. Rondevu with the 43rd Battlegroup" Charidot said as the datapad was handed back to Rear Admiral Furn. "Yes sir, right away." Furn replied.

A swift motion brought his hands behind his back as the soft glow and twirling tunnel of hyperspace occurred.


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Pellaeon III Class Star Destroyer
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Praefect-Class Star Destroyer
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Stalwart-Class Carrier
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This was what Petra had spent her life training for up until this moment: To ensure the security of her home against any threats for the glory of her family and her Empire. She certainly had conviction, but that determination couldn't keep the nerves inside from making her stomach turn ever so slightly. The defense of walkers was no short task, and it wasn't by some mistake that elements of the 501st Legion were dispatched to assist the 908th, herself being amongst them. Most importantly, this was an opportunity to learn from her superiors in the field. If she was going to rise through the ranks and command, Petra needed to have that behavior modeled to her by the best.


"Aye, Captain. Keep me informed of the offensive's progress and I'll make contact if any contingencies come into play."

"Ensure you do, Second Lieutenant."

Petra's ears caught a distant conversation. It sounded like Captain Jonah Cairn of the 501st and Second Lieutenant Aodh of the 908th. The two were given joint command of forces in the vicinity, but Petra felt that the Captain was far less capable than his counterpart. Ruaridh was an interesting case. He had seemed rather impressed by her, even providing her a direct line of communication should things go south. The hope was that Petra wouldn't need it, but she knew the risks of stepping out onto a battlefield. The Chiss were stubborn about their "rebellion," and she doubted that they would go quietly into the night, even in the presence of the military force of the Empire. She was still struggling to comprehend why they would do such a thing. The alternative to Imperial protection was piracy, looting, and political turmoil. Why would anyone willingly throw away their security?

She didn't have much time to dwell on this, as the walkers soon began their advance down the main highway. Petra had her blaster ready, prepared for what she quite reasonably assumed was going to become an open fire zone. There were no moral questions in her mind about what she was doing. It was bringing security back to the Chiss, even if they couldn't see it. Her father would have no doubt done the same. Already her tactical mind was scanning the highway, searching for cover, chokepoints, ledges, or anything else that would give an advantage when these "freedom fighters" showed themselves. This wasn't a matter of if. It seemed, at this point, inevitable. Petra could feel the anticipation welling up inside of her chest.
 


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Sahar made landfall separate from the rest, still brooding on the events on Ilum, the pain in her side inflicted by the traitor Rakaan after she'd come so tantalizingly close to claiming Dagon's life and ending it there and then. But no, her chances were snuffed out by that sniveling b*stard Rakaan and she hoped to Fel above that she'd find that scrawny terrorist lover, take his head clean from his shoulders, and throw it to the gutter so that the street dogs could have their feast. For that was what Rakaan deserved, no more, no less, he wasn't even worth being offered up as an offering to Fel.

Each step made her grimace in pain as she gritted her teeth, her features obscured by the heavy dark cloak she wore. The only thing on her mind was finding these pagans among the rebel cell and taking them out quickly and swiftly, she'd have her fun with the Chiss, too but this was personal for her. She needed to take it out on something.
 

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