Operation Weedkiller...is a GO!

[Darth Metus]

Subach-Innes was the name of a corporation that had been a thorn in the side of numerous individuals throughout the Galaxy. Since the moment of its creation, the company had been an envoy of catering to some of the more darker governments in the known universe; but that reputation ceased today. On one fateful evening many months in the past, the company was turned over to the hands of the Confederacy of Independent Systems in response to Jack Sandrow's offense of kicking down the office door of the Lady Protector, Cira. Then, in an act of good will, the first Grand Marshal of the Confederacy installed Myra Subach as Subach-Innes' CEO and face, whilst maintaining the CIS' ownership of the company as a whole. For a time, it was thought that Subach-Innes only made products for the Confederacy, but it was the new Lord Protector's astonishing report that led to the truth of the matter being revealed: Subach-Innes was creating products for the enemies of the Galaxy at large.

As a last order before going off of the deep end, Genesis Rostu sought to wipe Subach-Innes off of the face of the Galaxy...but that order would not culminate until many months after his fall from grace. Armed with the full knowledge of where each and every Subach-Innes facility in CIS space is located, thanks to being the owner of the corporation, the Confederacy was able to muster a sizeable task force for the job of wiping out the stench of the company from the face of the Southern Systems. In total, seven task forces had been assembled for the task, with each poised to evicerate the facilities upon Geonosis, Rothana, Kothlis, Tatooine, Hypori, Ryloth, and Druckenwell. These task forces consisted of an impressive sum of capital ships, detachments of droids and vehicles, and leadership by a number of skilled individuals within the Confedacy.

It was in orbit of the world Geonosis that the Mandalorian, known as Isley Verd, marshalled his task force. Transmissions had been sent to the planetary leadership of not only Geonosis, but the seven worlds marked for cleansing. Simply put, the civilians had been instucted to stray far away from the facilities this day; for they would be nothing more than molten slag in the next few hours. Though righteous in their Crusade, the Confederacy had no desire to shed unnecessary blood and made absolutely certain that the necessary effort for the innocent to be spared from destruction had been taken. From his place upon the bridge of a San Hill-class Star Destroyer, the Mandalorian opened up a transmission to the others who had been tasked with the removal of Subach-Innes from Confederate space.

"This is Colonel Verd. Operation Weed Killer is a Go."

With that said, a single nod was given to the helmsman who then ordered the Geonosis-side attack to begin. From their position in orbit, the cadre of Confederate capital ships began to rain down droid drop pods down upon the facilities below. Upon landing, swarms of Clankers, Super Clankers, and other automatons of Confederate design began the process of securing the perimeter of the facility. Soon, the Geonosian holdings of Subach-Innes would be nothing mor than a memory.

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Spoiler

As per the company submission, the CIS is launching an assault to remove the company holdings listed in Confederate space. The Fel Imperium will be joining in order to remove the holdings located in and near Imperium space. The CEO of Xi Char will be utilizing his companies assets in order to remove the holdings on Charros IV.

 

[Caulder Dune]

HYPORI SYSTEM, HYPORI
NEW E'Y-AKH, OFFICE OF THE VICEROY

Chief Inspector Yunn of the Hypori Department of Labor was a hard-working Gran. Up until he had gotten this job, he had also been an honest man. Unfortunately, a great deal of being an inspector in the Hypori Department of Labor involved taking bribes to decide which factory to shut down and which to allow to continue along. That had been up until Gerion Ardik had been appointed Viceroy of the planet and started to clean house. The Umbaran made it abundantly clear that any bribery taking place would do so with his approval. Yunn and the rest of the corrupt officials roosting in Hypori's bureaucracy had thought it was a joke at first, but when Yunn's peers started dropping like flies, the Gran had changed his tune.

It was crazy. That Umbaran had a way of weeding out the worms. The first thing he did when he assumed power was reform Hypori's intelligence agency into something respectable. Yunn doubted there was a single person he'd left in charge there. Most of the new employees in that department were foreigners hired out from other planets. Umbarans, mostly but he'd heard rumors about Clawdites and Shi'ido in there as well. Maybe a few Kubaz. There was also some speculation that there were former Sith bureaucrats being embedded elsewhere in Hypori's bureaucracy at Gerion's behest, but nothing too conclusive.

Whatever he had done exactly, it worked, and just thinking about it sent chills down Yunn's spine. Gerion had rubbed out people Yunn hadn't even expected to be in on the corruption gig. It was like he and his agents knew just by looking at them. As mentioned before, Yunn considered himself a smart Gran who changed his tune once he realized Gerion took his business seriously. He churned up some dirt on his bosses and a few other former friends of his. After Gerion's goons had them hauled off, Yunn hadn't seen them again. He was, however, promoted to Chief Inspector. Being upjumped in this manner and suddenly making six figures did wonders to ease his guilt. As did his three, new-found Twi'lek concubines.

Yunn opted to follow Gerion's example. He decided it was the best way to stay alive. No more bribes, no more favors. Only ruthless efficiency and doing the job set in front of him. Yunn made it a point to personally prune any weeds that showed up in his department. He figured Gerion would enjoy that. That was just a guess, though. The closest to a compliment Viceroy Ardik had ever done was to commend the Hyporian Intelligence Agency for their adequacy. Which had been done in a very terse written interview with a local newspaper.

That in mind, Yunn was surprised and utterly horrified when he had been summoned to the Viceroy's office. There the Gran stood now, nervously adjusting his uniform. He couldn't even begin to guess at what he'd been called in for. Was he going to be fired now? Had the Umbaran decided he was just another liability? Yunn gave a deep breath before strolling forward, the door sliding up at his approach.

Gerion Ardik was seated behind a sparsely decorated ornate desk, staring at the computer resting upon it. A large window exposed New E'y-akh's gorgeous skyline. Ships, little more than dots at this distance, buzzed about in the background.

"Sit." Gerion commanded, and Yunn was all but compelled to obey. The Gran shuffled forward, sitting himself delicately in a chair almost as ornate as the desk. The cushion was comfortable, at the least.

"You will be inspecting Subach-Innes' facilities this coming day. I have already mailed you the relevant information. Every factory of theirs on the planet is to be inspected, found in violation of code, and shut down."

Wait, was the Viceroy certain that Subach would be found in violation of code, or was he ordering Yunn to find a code violation no matter what and get them shut down?

"If you and your underlings do not find an immediate code violation, fabricate them." Gerion said, evidently reading Yunn's thoughts. The Gran shifted uncomfortably. "You will write whatever reports are necessary to have Subach-Innes legally removed from this planet. Am I clear?"

Yunn wanted to mention that he was supposed to be inspecting other facilities today, but couldn't find the words. He nodded meekly instead. This Gerion guy was giving off a lot of bad mojo.

"Thirty-five thousand Credits have been wired to your account and those of your immediate underlings. Ensure that this is completed properly and the rest will be wired once Subach is no more. That will be all."

Gerion then redirected his attention from the Gran back to his computer, returning to his business. Almost as if dropping thirty grand on a Gran and his employees for some Grade-A corruption was no big deal. Come to think of it, Gerion was probably the guy who found absolutely nothing to be that big of a deal. Yunn murmured an affirmative, awkwardly sliding out of his chair and exiting the office. He certainly had no interest in letting the Viceroy down after that pep-talk.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Kothlis
Subach-Innes

Kothlis. The planet was his own target. Despite the lush planet it was, his target was none other the the Subach-Innes Factory. Under his command was a surprising number of droids, all equip with anti-droid weaponry. His target was a droid producing factory, and it was very likely that the droids would be turned against him.

With such ideas in his head he marked each of his own droids, painting them in a color very different from what he could find. For now, this would do.

"Sir, the fleet is in orbit. The Droids are ready to be launched."

Krest waved his hand, signaling the bombardment. Droids launch from all the ship under his command, going through the asteroid field. Krest turns, moving his way to his own ship. He had every intention to go down to the planet and fight. He moved into the hanger, but not before patching into the coms on all of his small fleet.

"I only have one thing to say. Do not kill those who surrender, those who run, or those who stand on the sidelines. Only those who resist."

Krest fell to the surface with the droids all around him. Today it would rain fire on this factory. Today the betrayals will be paid in full. He and the droids stormed the Factory, slaying the droid opposition. EMP and Ion weaponry shredded it's would be defenses. Krest found himself in the control center, tapping into the mikes.

"Shut down the droids and you all can go free. This factory is now under CIS control."

@CC-935 Bluejay, @Gerion Ardik, @Phoebe Verd, @XV-265, @Alli Wren, @Ronin Fel, @Circe Savan, @Marek Starchaser, @Commander Calico CC-247, @[member="Serenity"]

 

[Serenity]

Planet of Onderon (Republic Space)
Serenity was tasked by her superior to close down a factory, an odd request but one she would comply with. This had to be done right so of course inspections were in order. The Onderon Department of Labor had their orders. They were to Inspect until they found a code violation, and if they didn't find one they were to fabricate the violations. Serenity had her agents near by to protect any and all officials should Subach-Innes react violently. That was why on each and every facility an army of inspectors, greeted each and every site. This is how we find ourselves in the place of Tyfett Ordman who had to be the one greeting the nameless drone in front of her. " Greetings I am with the Onderon Department of Labor, Can you please grant me access to the grounds, my men and I need to inspect you, we have been tipped off to some violations."

He gave his normal emotionless expression. " I am sorry for the inconvenience but you know the procedure, if a credible tip comes in we have to investigate. " He waited for an answer, he was sure that it had to go up and down the chain, as an inspection always had to deal with this crap. He turned around and gave the signal of not yet to his men. This was going to be a long day. This was going to be a long day indeed. He passed forward the form showing who he was and that this was indeed an valid inspection.
@Commander Calico CC-247, @Krest, @CC-935 Bluejay, @Gerion Ardik, @Phoebe Verd, @XV-265, @Alli Wren, @Ronin Fel, @Circe Savan, @Marek Starchaser.

 

[Bluejay Ungolfen]

Druckenwell; Subach-Innes Holding

Bluejay's face broke out into a savage grin below her helmet as the order came through. Operation Weedkiller. Not bad, Isley. Not bad.

Technically, the CIS had given Subach-Innes Corporation the right to do business on the planet. That was why this leg of the mission had to be top-secret and unknown by anyone. Unknown was Bluejay's modus operandi - as long as got to keep her armor. That was a must. And for this, she did.

Druckenwell was a starship manufacturing facility, with emphasis on starfighters (or so she assumed). So Bluejay had spent the last week observing the facility, noting routines and other important information. Schematics had been acquired, comm frequencies sliced. It was now a simple matter of getting in, karking the facility over, and getting out.

The workers had just arrived. Bluejay ghosted in behind one of them, carefully avoiding the camera sweep. From there, it was a simple matter of getting to the control room. "This facility is now under CIS control. All workers - evacuate the premises immediately. You have twenty minutes to leave."

Twenty minutes later, she began slicing the system. Once she had, she released a custom-made virus (amazing what credits could buy) into the computer system, corrupting and deleting all security footage from that day, locking open all interior doors, and seal all interior doors in three and a half minutes - just enough time for her to get out. Then, once she had gotten to a safe distance, she set off the EMP charges she'd paid some of the workers to plant.

Except, some of them weren't EMP charges. Some of them were packed with high explosives.

From her safe distance, Bluejay allowed herself a grin as the Subach-Innes building exploded. Impressively. All that was left was twisted metal and a crater.

With no civilian casualties. Not bad, overall.

 

[Revenchent]

The Ge'hutuun had been so very warm. The Dreadguard's personal flagship, the San-Hill Star Destroyer, Ge'hutuun, hung just above the planet's atmosphere like a dark omen. Rothana was encased in darkness at the moment; night had just fallen here. The Star Destroyer had signaled what was to come, a forerunner to the purging of this facility. The CIS didn't treat traitors kindly, especially corporations that fed military secrets to its rivals.

It was for these reasons that Calico and a small contingent of Dreadguard had disembarked for the planet. Two pods of standard battle droids had already impacted outside the facility walls. The expendable infantry waited outside its chestnut colored barriers, unmoving. They were simply waiting.


Four LAAT/A's circled closely over the factory, each loaded with a squad of Confederate Commandos. A single LAAT/D hovered a few meters above the droids, insurance against any kind of anti-air emplacements.

Calico's personal LAAT/A clamped down behind the column of droids. The sound of some kind of comedic, ridiculous music boomed from the passenger bay of the gunship. The Commander strode out, flanked by four Commandos in matte black Katarn armor, and weaved through the column of droids. He flicked across the options highlighted on his HUD, blinked twice, and activated the loudspeaker.

"By order of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, all non-combatants within this facility as to leave the premises immediately. For those of you who attempt to resist.- The elder clone clicked his tongue. -I hope you get along with our CCs."


Sounds of people rustling behind the wide factory doors could be heard. A handful of civilians strode out with hands behind their heads--at least someone here was smart.

"Buir, I'll have Kix check in for anything of note involving the Fringe." The nearest Commando mumbled through the private comm frequency. "I would love that Toph. Remember, Sigma, slotting civvies is a no-no."

With that, Toph and the rest of Sigma stormed the factory. The familiar tat-tat-tat of DC-17 fire could be heard faintly over the drives of the gunships.

One sound, however, permeated over everything else. The sound of that odd music favored by the LAAT-A pilot. Quite the theme for an operation such as this.

@[member="Krest"], @[member="CC-935 Bluejay"], @[member="Gerion Ardik"], @[member="Phoebe Verd"], @[member="XV-265"], @[member="Alli Wren"], @[member="Ronin Fel"], @[member="Circe Savan"], @[member="Marek Starchaser"].


((Le song-))

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6jtLAnqiiA

 

[XV-265]

This was going to be glorious. A company which was working against the CIS which is selling things on CIS territory. XV's Territory in particular. XV doesn't like it when people stab him or his faction in the back. There have been many who tried, but each time they had been vaporized by the droid who was now leading five squads of Tatooine Security Forces, equipped with Phase IV Confederate Trooper Armor and the best weaponry XV had to offer. They were his personal elite. The best. They knew what to do and they would do it quickly and efficiently.

So they barged into the Sales Office of the Subach-Innes and said, with his a loud, deep and synthetic voice ''This facility will be destroyed. All workers may now evacuate. You have five minutes. Anyone who is still inside this facility when the time is up, will be destroyed alongside the facility. Have a good day.'' And with that said, he gestured for his squads to plant the explosives on the key parts of the facility. If any resistance should arise, it would be terminated without mercy. That was what he had told them on the transport on the way to this facility. As the civilians and salespeople ran out of the facility in panic, the policemen and women planted the explosives. It was going to be glorious indeed.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

TARGET: Subach-Innes Trade Convoy
LOCATION: Space, onboard the Commerce Raider Nightshrike

Four Subach-Innes trade ships lurched out of hyperspace unexpectedly.

"What the blazes is going on?" Captain Vilec, a squat Gran, of the Tradewinds roared as he watched his bridge crew go into a frenzy.

"Captain, there's a ship to our starboard. Looks like a frigate. She isn't pinging a nation code."

Vilec's blood ran cold. No nation code? He gestured, three eyes focusing on the tactical display. "Bring her up."

The holographic 3d image of the nearby vessel popped up on the display. A compact ship, with a large array of guns and enormous engines. What intrigued Vilec most however were the bubble-like distortions on the hull of the vessel. He stood, hands grabbing a nearby rail for support. "Pirate," he uttered in a choked voice.

Aboard the Privateer-class frigate Nightshrike, Tycho Shorn smiled. He stood at the viewport, hands clasped behind his back, and watched as the Subach-Innes transports scrambled. Yes, the addition of the two gravity well projectors fitted the vessel's purpose quite nicely. The crew of the Nightshrike watched their captain eagerly, waiting for the white-clad Templar to give the order. Shorn could feel their tension in the Force. His smile turned to a smirk.

"Open fire."

The slaughter began.

 

[Onrai]

Myra Subach was incensed. In fact, she was more than incensed. Her company, which she had regained after Circe's apparent demise, and which she ran, completely and utterly, was currently being dismantled. Furious, she called up whoever was heading this operation.

"This is Myra Subach, owner and CEO of Subach-Innes. I demand to speak to whoever is attempting to destroy my company's facilities in Confederate space. You are currently trespassing on my factories, without a warrant, I might add, and are threatening my employees with death if they do not comply. I am going to ask you to leave by two minutes from now. If you do not, I will have no choice but to prevent my company's patented and copyrighted material from falling into improper hands.

-

The transports - more precisely, Tryton-class Cargo Haulers with cargo containers attached, turned around. They were slower than the corvette pursuing them, but a pair of them broke off, charging straight at the ship with their cargo containers as a makeshift ram, their laser turrets firing as vigorously as possible to damage the corvette's shields. The rest of the ships used the distraction and soon exited the gravity well, hyperspace jumping out of the area towards Republic space. All Subach ships, informed of the situation, did the same, traveling either to Fringe, Republic, Black Sun, or ex-Sith space in order to escape the massacre. Unfortunately for the commerce raiders, there wouldn't be any wanton slaughter today.

@Commander Calico CC-247, @Krest, @CC-935 Bluejay, @Gerion Ardik, @Phoebe Verd, @XV-265, @Alli Wren, @Ronin Fel, @Marek Starchaser, @[member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Darth Metus]

As the operation Geonosis began, the Mandalorian then abandoned the "comfort" of the Bridge in order to descend to the hangar bay of the vessel. Whilst striding along the pristine corridors of the Star Destroyer, a message was transmitted over the Confederacy's channels and promptly made its way onto Isley's HUD. As he entered the lift which was to bear him down to the hangar bay, a small smile formed upon Isley's lips and he began to respond in turn. "Good evening Miss Subach, I do hope that you've been keeping well." he began, pressing the down button upon the console before him. "We have not met personally, so allow me to introduce myself. My name is Isley Verd, I am a Colonel within the CIS military. I regret to inform you that, due to information provided by the Omega Protectorate in regards to your company, the CIS is undergoing a purge of Subach-Innes holdings within our borders."

Once the words escaped his lips, the Mandalorian made his way out of the lift and into the hangar bay, where he was promptly greeted by his personal mount: the Cin Bes'uliik. "The information provided by the Lord Protector showed that Subach-Innes has been manufacturing weapons, ships, and other envoys of war on behalf of the Sith Empire. This is our warrant and it is our right to purge our space of such revulsions. The Galactic Republic and Fel Imperium have also been notified of the locations of your facilities upon the worlds within their respective territories and the cleansing of the Galaxy from Subach-Innes will commence in earnest."

With but a single jump, Isley mounted his Cin Bes'uliik and slid the cockpit into place, then guided the War Droid forward. Tremendous bounds bore its form out of the hangar bay and into the black of space. From there, high-boost engines propelled its form down to the red world below; where the CIS horde had already begun its breach of the company. "And on the matter of your employees, the planets that were scheduled to be purged of Subach-Innes were notified of the impending operation. Those employees that did not heed that warning, and the final warning given by forces on the ground, are suicidal if you ask me. The simple fact is, after this day the entity known as Subach-Innes will not have any holdings within Confederate, Republic, or Imperium space. You have none to blame but yourself for creating weapons for the Sith."

Having said this, the transmission came to a conclusion and the Cin Bes'uliik landed on the ground before the factory. Already, the first wave of defensive measures had been addressed by overwhelming firepower; and the droids were utilizing Czerka rifles armed with SHOCK slugs in order to do maximum damage against the electronics and droids of the facility. <"Sir."> came the metallic voice of one of the commanding droids, <"Infiltration of the facility is going exceptionally well. Progress is 33%.">

@[member="Myra Subach"], @[member="Circe Savan"], @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"], @[member="Krest"], @[member="CC-935 Bluejay"], @[member="Gerion Ardik"], @[member="Phoebe Verd"], @[member="XV-265"], @[member="Alli Wren"], @[member="Serenity"], @[member="Marek Starchaser"], @[member="Ronin Fel"], @[member="Tycho Shorn"].

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest goes about the command center of the facility. Droids were shut down. Resistance was gone. There was no needless death, which was a plus. The Zabrak turned and left the facility. For a mission of high importance, this was easy.

 

[Onrai]

Considering Myra's distinct lack of knowledge with regards to what had been going on in the factories, she herself was shocked by the accusations. But with no way to change this man's mind, she had no other option.

"Very well then. T minus ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One."

And with that, the first of the factories exploded. All personnel were clear, but the facility's reactors overloaded, detonating in spectacular style as the hypermatter within them grew more and more unstable. When the mushroom cloud cleared, all that would be left of the facility would be the odd piece of twisted durasteel or crumbled duracrete, as well as an enormous burn mark on the face of the planet.

One by one, the factories on the other planets followed. Druckenwell, as well as the other facilities, went up in flames, well before the twenty minutes that @[member="CC-935 Bluejay"] had planned. All other Subach facilities in CIS space were vaporized in the same manner, with only the destruction of any CIS droids or personnel foolish enough to enter the facility after the two minute warning had been given. The warning had been given, and if they had gone in, well... bad things had happened. No Subach personnel were lost, though many were suffering mental breakdowns at the hand of the government they believed to have protected them this entire time, only to betray them.

In her office, Myra had already sent all of the company's important files to Circe's datapad. Now that they had all been transmitted, the computers would shut down, their circuits overheating and rendering them and all the hardware comprising them utterly useless, keeping the signal from being traced. Miss Subach now reached into her desk, avoiding the smoking, smouldering remains of a plasteel keyboard as she pulled out a small holdout blaster. It contained one shot worth of energy in it, fitting into the palm of her hand, a real lemon squeezer. She looked at it, examining it from all angles, deciding if this was worth what she was about to consider doing.

@Commander Calico CC-247, @Krest, @CC-935 Bluejay, @Gerion Ardik, @Phoebe Verd, @XV-265, @Alli Wren, @Serenity, @Marek Starchaser, @Ronin Fel, @Tycho Shorn.

 

[Darth Metus]

The Fel Imperium, famed for their hatred of the Sith Empire, leapt at the opportunity to strike a crippling blow to a corporation that had strong ties to the darkness which had formerly plagued the Galaxy. To this end, the corporation known as Subach-Innes would be greeted by a two-front assault at the hands of the Fel Imperium. One operation would take place on Bastion, spear-headed by the Archmaster himself and a detachment of the Phoenix Legion, that was poised to eradicate the headquarters of Sith operations in that portion of space. The second operation was led by a similarly composed unit of Imperial Knights and Phoenix Legion personnel and was centered on Durillion for a similar purpose. Both task forces were reliant upon the information provided by the Confederacy of Independent Systems in order to find the whole of the facilities on their worlds...and eviscerate them.

After departing from hyperspace, the Fel task forces did what was anticipated of them. Dropships took off from the plethora of Star Destroyers that had arrived on scene in order to address the facilities on the ground whilst the capital ships began to fire relentlessly upon the starship building facilities in orbit. Standing upon the bridge of one of the Star Destroyers was the Archmaster himself, with his hands folded behind his back. His attention was upon a holoprojector which had an up-to-date depiction of the battlefield looming before his eyes. With the Phoenix Legion on the ground and addressing the facilities on both worlds, whilst fleets hammered away at the orbital facilities, it would not be too long before Subach-Innes was purged completely from Imperium space.

 

[Corey's OOC]

This was really what he had been waiting for. Marek Starchaser, a Templar Knight, and Foreman of the Techno Union, as well as CEO of Haor Chall Engineering was waiting to clear the planet of Charros IV from the influence of Subach-Innes. He really didn’t like them being in his backyard. Especially with how much the Templar owed the Xi Char. Sure, they were religious and fanatical, but they were his people. His father’s people. And as his father saved them, Marek was going to do his best to keep them free.

Arriving in orbit around Charros IV, he nodded to the commander. Most of the Poggle-Class Escort carrier he was in the command of was controlled by droids, something the Xi Char would understand, and they were Haor Chall products. Still, there were certain sentients in command. Making the order active, the Vulture droids and various equipment. Marek was ready for this. He had the go-ahead and had sent a messenger ahead of him to assist with readying the Xi Char.

With the order and the call approved, he was watching the sentient crew creating firing signatures and targeting the proper facilities. Hopefully they would be reinforced planetside by the Xi Char and the droids that they were working on. He needed everything to go smoothly as they were a long way from home.

 

[Onrai]

The personnel in Fel space were not as lucky as the ones in CIS space. Personnel crammed themselves into barely completed starships and quickly left the docks. Many died from the onslaught. Some set the facility's reactors for overload, and soon, all territory in Fel space too would be nothing but disintegrated rubble. Only this time, there were dead. Civilian dead. The corpses of Subach workers, mercilessly murdered by the Fel Imperium. Nothing compared to the few deaths the CIS had caused by shooting scared Subach workers attempting to run from the scene.

Like their fellows that were in CIS space, the ships from the Fel orbital yards were now on their way to safer territory in either ex-Sith or Republic-controlled regions.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

@[member="Myra Subach"]

"Reverse engines and deploy starfighters. Take out their engines!" Tycho ordered in reaction to the advancing Subach-Innes ships. He remained standing at the viewport as the ship shuddered under the impact of the cargo freighters' laser turrets. The shields dropped, but not significantly enough to warrant concern.

The Nightshrike reversed course, retreating from the advancing ships that were apparently attempting to ram the frigate. Fighters streamed out of the hangar bay and soon swarmed across the freighters. In moments, the combined efforts of the frigate and its starfighters had pummeled the freighters into submission. Captain Vilec reluctantly surrendered.

"Have the freighter crews put into the lifepods," Shorn ordered casually.

One of his officers frowned. "But sir, they won't be able to survive."

"The pods have life support systems don't they?" He shrugged. "They'll live long enough for a ship to rescue them, or they'll drift through space until the life support fails and they die from asphyxiation. I have a skeleton crew, Josef. I cannot afford to spare any of us to guard the prisoners." He clapped his officer on the shoulder. "The Will of the Force my friend."

Tycho smiled to himself. He'd take the ships back to Confederacy space and sell them for a good price. The Nightshrike and the two cargo freighters, now manned by members of Shorn's crew, leapt to hyperspace.

 

[Ak'lya]

Belkadan facility.
As the others all blow up.

Strask looked at the factory, searching for a way in. It was teeming with life. Workers pouring in and out, milling about, unaware of the squad on the hill. Staring down the electro-binoculars, he studied the latter's of movement. "The only way we're getting in there is clearing the floor." Still, he needed to remove this from the equation. And to do that, with no dead, would be tricky.

Looking over the squad of bothans behind him, he remembered their names, skill set, everything he needed. Trask, sniping. Crem, Infiltration. Knol, signal hacking and jamming. "Trask, sniper position, cut off any military personal that get close. Knol, get on their transmitter, and play the message. Crem, after that, you're with me." Each nodded, and went off to his task. The sniper in position, Knol played the message over the factory's speakers. "We have a reactor malfunction. Clear the area. Repeat: we have a reactor malfunction. Clear the area." The message repeats itself until the factory workers were clear, and the Bothan smiled. "Now to clear it for good."

@[member="Circe Savan"] @[member="Marek Starchaser"] @[member="Josiah Denko"] @[member="Myra Subach"] @Krest @Isley Verd @[member="Tycho Shorn"] @XV-265 @Commander Calico CC-247 @[member="CC-935 Bluejay"] @Serenity @Gerion Ardik

 

[Oddball]

Subach-Innes, Ryloth Sales Building


"This is fender bender five six, moving into position." on the streets of ryloth private Oddball and his squad were moving into position to take out a nearby office building that they had been tasked to demo. It was a simple task but knowing oddball it would prove to be a bit more difficult for him. Not that he should be trusted with explosives but he was along to help keep comms up and stop them from getting jammed if need be. As they moved through alleyways and drain ditches the commandos approached the nearby office building. It wasn't too big, nothing a few explosives couldn't handle. Getting closer and closer to the sales building oddball got on his comm and spoke "Going silent, will request ex fill when done." popping his head out from an ally oddball lookedcstvthe building and assessed things. They would need to level the place but to do that they would need to come at it with smarts.

As the team approached the workers inside panicked as the armed men broke down the doors quickly stunning and stopping and rent a cops with itchy trigger fingers. As quickly as they came in the team would have to get out as the flood of workers began to exit the place. They had been warned and now if they didn't take them seriously it was their problem. Placing high powered explosives on each of the buildings corners and low bearing walls the clones quickly left and decided to blow the place. Holding the detonator oddball looked up and thought for a moment " I had something catchy for this but frak it." pressing the button the building exploded and came toppling down on itself as he fist pumped in the distance. Job well done

 

[Revenchent]

"Exfill, let's-go-let's-go!" Calico's voice boomed over the FleetOps channel. The gunship took off high in an upward angle toward the Ge'hutuun. The droids simply took a few steps back to minimum safe distance. Calico shifted his shebs back unto the LAAT/A that had delivered him.

The minute marker hit, and Sigma burst out of the building. The quintet of soldiers filed into the LAAT/A with professional efficiency. The dropship shot up into the darkened sky toward the mass of lights that was the Ge'hutuun. A loud rumble could be heard as the facility below exploded into a ball of flame.


"Crazy di'kuts. Absolutely crazy." Kix grunted as he thrust a small datachip toward Calico. "Someone was transferring files to a secure location. Something tells me it wasn't a birthday card, buir."

A minute. It had taken exactly one minute for Kix to rip into the database, lock down the signal, and transfer it onto a secure datachip. It was true, Sigma Squad was the best, and Calico could never have been more proud. "Good lad, Ki'ika. I'm getting you an Ujj cake."

The other three Commandos exchanged quiet chuckles and friendly slaps on the backs. They were Calico's sons, the boys he had trained personally. They were one of the only squads to never lose a man, and they always pulled away perfectly. He would give these boys a long life--he had to. These were his sons, legally, and symbolically. He had adopted them that day back on Bothuwai, and what a legacy they were.


"This is the Grand Marshal. My facility is clear, and we have the location of whoever they wanted to send their files to during an emergency. Transferring that now. Look live boys and girls, we may have a manhunt on our hands."


@[member="Krest"], @[member="CC-935 Bluejay"], @[member="Gerion Ardik"], @[member="Phoebe Verd"], @[member="XV-265"], @[member="Alli Wren"], @[member="Serenity"], @[member="Marek Starchaser"], @[member="Ronin Fel"], @[member="Tycho Shorn"].

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest set a hand onto his ear. He had left the facility behind some time before it blew up. He heard the call from @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"], and grinned. A manhunt for a terrorist is something he could get behind.

Now it was to begin.