OS Stygium Raid on Aeten II

[Iziz]

"Aeten II, while not the most hospitable of worlds, a necessary one for the One Sith" - Ferus.​

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Mission Objectives: (OOC Thread)

• Conquer the Facility
• Sabotage the Corperation
• Strengthen Political Ties.

Aeten II worked as it always had, hard, and in the gruelling volcanic heat of the planets many refineries and smithies. Molten metal stripped from the magma as trenches dug through several of the planets known settlements like rivers. Thermal power here was lord, as well as the booming stygium trade from the rare material found within the mines scattered across the planet's surface. Monopolized by few key companies across the planet, neutral, a family who go by the name of Laplass owning almost 78% of the planets mining being the most valuable, their corporation of the same name easily square amongst the planets top tier businesses, each of the many members going about their daily lives, each of them had secrets which could be exploited, affairs, shady business dealings, laundering among them. none of them to know that they would soon become targets by a greater power looming to the galactic west...

Meanwhile in a distant location, a single refinary stood tall against a live volcano, the security posted around it was tight, men walked in patrols, no man not in visual sight of at least two others in a sort of visual chain which expanded across the entire facility. Droideka in booths on standby in groups of 3, waiting for a moments notice for a man to slam a switch and activate them on a whim. Equipped with blasters and duraplast light armour, each of the men were an average soldier. little compared to the valiant clones of the likes of the 501st, but more than capable of holding their own in close combat and as a marksman. Blaster rifles and vibro-knives at their sides they meandered around. Ion weaponry aimed towards the skies on several high towers lining the facility and at the sites only landing pad. A veritable fortress.... though not impenetrable.

Lastly, the planets government had recently been in a meeting discussing the expansion of the capitol city and the prices which had been steadily on the rise when it came to construction and the materials available to them. Though far from a crisis, each of them seemed to have tired expressions on their faces as yet again there had been little progress on the matter, expansion over the course of the decade was meant to increase the mass of the city and production by 11%, but so far had only just managed to make 3% over a third of the allotted time frame. Each of the weary politicians, taking notes from the debates and moving to their respective chambers in the political sector of the city to renew themselves as well as amend their policies in any way they could for the following encounter...

[begin, and enjoy!]

[member="Jayce Pryde"]

 

[Kitty]

Kitty cursed in her species language as she realized the environment she'd have to work in on this mission. She had on a whim volunteered for the mission as her activity as Envy was as usual low, she needed to maintain some sort of presence. Just why though did this have to be a volcanic planet, heat did not agree with her. Entering the planets atmosphere cloaked with her Phasma-class Infiltrator, she examined what she was up against, hovering above the facility hidden by her ships advance stealth technology. As an avid fan of stealth related technology she was naturally very interested in participating in the capture of a facility containing Stygium. What she saw only drove her need to create a security company as without her as of the moment imaginary inventions a stealthy solo takeover was impossible. Against security this tight under normal circumstances Kitty would have gone with either a long range sniper support role or a stealthy melee support role however both of those roles meant patient waiting in the heat which wasn't happening. Instead she would decide to take the role of a tank and get things over with as quickly as possible. Although very competent in stealth Kitty's saber specialty of Shien and high quality Bes'kar armor made her most effective at holding the attention of soldiers.

With a birds eye view of the target her ship with its advance sensors would stream live date through a Sith Assassin's encrypted channel along with an encrypted note that she was on standby to provide a distraction. Now all she had to do was wait comfortably in her air conditioned ship until others arrived and requested her assistance. She envisioned herself serving as a distraction creating gaps in the defense network allowing for stealth take outs to go unnoticed. That or it would be some all out battle.

 

[Mythos]

Last time Lord Mythos stepped foot into Aten II, he stood a siege against the Mandalorian war machine that lasted months and claimed more sith lives than any encounter he had previously been in command of, the mandalorians however, lost more men than him. Out of the sixteen hundred one sith troopers that held the fortress on Aten II during that siege ,only a handful dozen managed to survive and make up the ranks of the Jar'Kai, Lord Mythos' personal guard.

The Sith Lord watched over the orbit of the planet, on board of a boneshatter assault frigate that had just made it's hyperspace jump and started it's orbit around the planet. Mythos watched steadily as behind this frigate he commanded two more made tail, the Yovshin 2.0 battle frigates made his flank keeping his lead ship defended for this particular raid. The boneshatter he was commanding was specifically fitted for this operation with a special team of Sith troopers ready on the standard assault landing craft on the dock of this main frigate. On his orders the landing craft began preparations for launch.

Instead of packing high amounts of weapons, only half of the assault landing craft held soldiers and weapons, one of them was loaded with an assortment of the LC-S10 speeder bikes, the rest were packed with gravsleds and construction droids to haul large quantities of cargo back with them when the mission was completed.

The small squadron of frigates moved through space looming as a threat over the planet, their mission was to hit a stygium refinery once again just as Mythos had done back when Ferus gave the order to attack this planet in the first place, in fact, it was the same refinery, thus Mythos already knew the coordinates and the location he needed to hit. His ships were not stealth, thus they were likely to get hailed and asked for identification codes for the sector, codes Mythos did not plan on giving. He made up for it, by packing serious firepower on his sides in the form of the Yovshin battle frigates. "Prepare for launch, ETA 14 minutes, all troopers and fighters prepare for deployment"

The command deck came alive when the distance for orbital launch for the assault landing craft was reached, Mythos himself turned heel and headed for the dock to join in the assault personally even if he was gravely wounded due to the battle of Chazwa. He worse his sith assassin robes for this mission, he had commissioned his to be black and red, on the walk from the command port to the docks of the boneshatter the halls were buzzing with rushing officers and OS personnel preparing for launch, Mythos focused only on arriving to the nearest landing craft to join his men and begin the raid.

He stormed to his troops, some of the Atrisian caste but many troopers of the One Sith came with him for the mission. They had been hand picked troopers, picked by Mythos himself as he was thanks to the Wrath, given clearance for the records of Sith army databases and officer rankings. He was now beginning to be given first picks behind Baelor to form crack teams of troopers for special missions. This was one such crack team for one such special mission. When Mythos arrived at the docks his troopers stood in formation, about six landing craft half packing around thirty soldiers each. Mythos stood silent before them for a long time, observing their readiness for the mission and sensing eagerness, fear and anger in them through the force. "Be aware that the enemy that stands before us today is Mandalorian" He said, not flinching in his expression for a second.
"Last time i came to this planet I held them off for months under siege.... yet for every one Sith soldier that fell three mandalorians payed the price for it."

His voice stern and confident, yet oppressive and demanding... boomed in the ears of the soldiers present here before Him.

"Follow the commands of your officers, keep in constant communication, move with the shadow of the mountains and keep away from the molten magma.... The Emperor watches over us, we make him proud... we drop from the sky, you have been briefed, we are professionals.."
A chuckle rippled through the formations at that last statement, as well as a smirk in Mythos' face to sense that ease in tension.
"To your stations boys, let's do what we came here to do"
With that the loud roar of the assault crafts began to ramp up...


Trooper Gear: Rifles Extra Ammo Armor (2x) Snipers. Boom boom Wire Frags Repeater

@Iziz @Kitty

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

Arabella had never been to Aeten II this world in the wild space as she surveyed the planet it reminded her very much of Mustafar where she went and escorted [member="Ultimatum"] from it's fiery surface.

However this time [member="Lord Mythos"] did not order her to do anything, this time she was thinking of a prize stygium crystal which would help with stealth. She was quite intrigued by the stories of ghost ships with their long dead pilots careening through the air. Arabella laughed at such things, if there were any dead here she would be able to talk to them, this she had been taught, and taught well by her Master. She remembered how he told her that it was a skill he had found little use for, but she as she walked among the bodies found many uses for it.

The location of a dead man's treasure, the hiding place of a political prisoner, and even the regrets over lost lovers. Yes it was very interesting for her. Armed as usual with her escrima sticks, light whip, and light saber she was ready to do battle. Arabella's skills though lay not in the weapons, it lay in her use of the force. The novice inquistor was slowly growing in power and strength and her skills of the mind were her most deadly.

 

[Alliat Xaphon]

Backwater planets in the middle of nowhere are nothing new to me. During my youth it seemed that we would tour whatever dingy little hole would have us. By rights I should have been grateful that anyone would want to pay for our balsa and grease paint mummery - especially with the much more prestigious galactic circuses with actual menageries and award winning performers. But I wasn't. These boodock townships were a sign of just how little I mattered in the grand scheme of things. My family and I were bottom feeders merely sucking the scum from the walls of the tank.

No more.

Now I am a Sit...Jedi Consular going to meet with the leaders of Aeten II on a diplomatic mission. Alyson Xiphos ready to screw up negotiations in a royal manner. 'Official' transmissions had been sent to the leaders of Aeten along with a veritable mountain of paperwork for the pen pushers to work through. This was a meeting to strengthen ties between the oh so glorious order and the adoring masses. A dose of cynicism at this point would be a mercy.

Vacuum seals hiss as the doors of the shuttle opens revealing a cabal of elderly gentlemen with the odd stately matriarch inter-spliced here and there. My appearance to begin with was more in line with the Jedi order dress codes than most actual Jedi. When most people think of a lightsaber wielding defender of 'justice' they think of some kind of superhuman automaton of benevolence without any feeling or individuality whatsoever. This may be the end game of their twisted ideology but rarely does it turn out this way in practice. More often than not they display any number of mortal foibles.

The hilarious part was that given my perfectly pressed robe and headdress I would be let in while certain Twilek masters would be turned away for their slutty attire (something that a Jedi would obviously never wear). I smile like a saint showing off my perfect teeth to the gathered dignitaries.

"The Jedi Order extends its warmest greetings to you all. It is our wish that you will allow us to guide you on the path of righteousness and prosperity. Many are the blessings that are bestowed upon those who heed the words of Ashla."

1: Establish that the Jedi view themselves as a greater force than those they come to treat with. The true power behind the throne.

2: Make the alliance with the order seem like a sales pitch - but dress it up in just enough faux mystic trappings so they do not immediately dismiss it out of hand.

Let those who were out in the field do their fighting - the true game was going to be won or lost in the council chambers.

 

[Catalys Maijora]

The dropship's engines roared loudly, debris on the ground pushed away from the landing sight as the durasteel hull slowly touched down on the planet's volcanic surface. Covered in black armour, members of the Golden Banner stood in formation behind the former Exemplar, Catalys Maijora. Now having pledged his service to the Dark Lord, he was sent to assist in the small raid on Aeten II.

The ship's ramp fell, gas hissed forth from the hydraulics and exhaust; Golden Banner troops spilled forth to secure the checkpoint before Catalys himself marched down the metallic walkway and stepped into the red sands that covered the barren planet's surface. "Move out, I want this facility taken and leave no survivors." The voice modulator in his helmet made his words loud and coarse for the soldier's ears, but they did just that...

Spreading out, the squadrons took point and prepared to begin their assault on the facility.

Certainly by now they've already fell behind those who so opportunistically advance against the sparsely defended mines.

Catalys himself however did not march with his troops, but instead found himself navigating around a narrow path along one of the molten rivers that ate through the planet's crust. Carefully stepping across fragile ground, he positioned himself perfectly along the flank of the facility's main entrance where no doubt the Sith forces would first strike. He knelt down, unholstering the ESR Heavy Rifle from his back and setting it up carefully along the ridge.

Using the bipod for support, he went prone, disabled the safety, and lined the scope against the reinforced blastdoors protecting the facility from assault. Already an enemy patrol positioned themselves along steel crates, hoping the light cover would give them a chance before reinforcements arrived. "Sorry," he muttered quietly to himself, his armoured finger pressing down on the trigger.

Boom.

The magnetically accelerated positron round soared powerfully through the air, the screeching sound as it traveled to its target was stopped abruptly against the thick, durasteel door. The kinetic force itself ripped the blast door from the wall, and the explosion resulting milliseconds after was sucked inward by the pressure, forcing the door back and killing two unfortunate doormen in the process. Of course, by now he had been found out, and it wouldn't be surprising if he found himself suddenly becoming the target of dozens -- if not more -- armed soldiers.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

The Black Mercury came out of hyperspace above the planet Aeten II. Aeten II was located in the New territories of the Outer-RIm, the area had a history of being politically volatile. Between the encroaching powers like the One Sith, Primeval, and the Mandalorian Clans, it was a surprise the planet was not subjugated by a major faction in the region. Dolos Defense Agency operated in the Tingel Arm, and with Kentarch directing operations, the agency found itself deployed to support the Sith's mission to the Neutral planet.

Inside the stealth ship the Black Mercury, Kentarch got onto the communicator. "Iziz This is Darth Kentarch, I'm here with the DDA to provide support for mission objectives you deem necessary. Standing by for instructions." Kentarch said. He activated his transciever so [member="Lord Mythos"] would know he'd arrived on the scene.

While his private intelligence agency was small, they could quickly identify corporate targets that manufactured and mined Stygium, and eliminate any company that did not play ball with the Sith. Likewise on-board his ship, Dolos agents were already streaming information on the HoloNet about the political situation as it changed on the planet. Right now DDA was working on monitoring all governmental channels, if there was a change in the political landscape, Kentarch would know about it.

[member="Iziz"]

 

[Iziz]

Iziz was under deep cover...

Hearing a buzzing in his ear as Darth Kentarch was on the line, to be honest, he had not heard of the DDA, but he could assume that it was an aggressive force. There would be little need to use that force to draw the secrets of the corporations here to light, though, it could be used to completely enslave the planets' government... but such would almost certainly begin a pitched war against the planet which he doubted the sith needed right now. Leaving the only real option to begin with. Taking out his own personal data-pad he pulled up the plans on the mission objectives as well as the scout notes on the Stygium facility. It was heavily armed and defended, Mythos and his men would likely need every man available to help in its taking. The facility was basically a military fortress as the core storage facility for the cities' Stygium mining.

"Uh, Yessir!

L-loud and Clear Mr Kentarch, your, uh, mission is to: pacify the defense force surrounding the Stygium Compound... It's located at coordinates 167 Latitude by 123 Longitude. But, uhm, be prepared for heavy fire by trained men, armoured vehicles, turrets, electronic defences and namely, A.A. emplacements which will be needed to be removed for the extraction... though i doubt its anything you can't handle sir... So, uhm, I'll leave target priority to your discretion..."

The Jawa spoke with nerves of Paper, he may not have known who the DDA were, but Kentarch, he knew well, he was prolific, hand in hand with Mythos within the Assassins, and someone he would have expected to be giving the orders, and not asking for them. However, all things considered, Iziz was rather proud of his composure in talking to him, the call had caught him by surprise in the middle of a mission, completely jettisoning any focus that he once had on his own mission. For a moment, the shock had made Iziz look around to simply remember where he was, but ultimately he regained his composure and remembered the names of his targets:

• Ezekiel Collins:
  A city branch manager for one of Laplasses largest and only competitors, a very public name in his company and political face for the media.
• Lorelei Marquette:
  A key figure in one of the current Stygium companies as the head transport agent, responsible for shipping routes as well as times and amount sent. Her death and the destruction of her files would plunge their distribution into chaos.
• Simon Laplass:
  Finally, Simon is the Scion of the Laplass name and Heir to the corporate throne, little more than a 19 year old apprentice to his parents his death will spiral the family into despair. Especially if the scene is brutally constructed.

Each of these people were targets for assassination, as each of them had no projected criminal activity to speak of, making them hard to impossible to discredit. But with each of them our of the picture, it would make the corporate take over of this sector all the easier with these trusted people. Though, each of them were VIP's in their own right, under guard, under protection... but no protection was good enough to keep you safe from the sith assassins.

"okay, we hit these three, with no casualties or ties leading to the sith at all, then we get out..."

Iziz spoke to the air and those around him, before beginning to move for the abode of his first target.

Mr. Collins.

[member="Darth Kentarch"] | @Breakman

 

[Alliat Xaphon]

What follows next is the usual exchange of pleasantries that come with the territory. Platitudes about good health and success with all the sincerity of a Zeltrons claim to virginity. It's only when the recent issues surrounding the seemingly autonomous clone army are brought up that I kick things off in earnest.

"Oh of course we had foreseen the issue , the council in its wisdom decided that acting upon the matter beforehand would be pointless. It's such a minor irritant really - one couldn't really be naive enough to believe that mere soldiers could pose a threat to the chosen of the force? The entire ordeal will be over in a week or two so I feel that the matter really holds little relevance to the business at hand."

Anyone who had worked in politics was familiar with this manner of deflection. The gathered concilmen of Aeten II clearly were. The two drives that motivate every politician - trepidation and avarice where now being displayed by the Jedi. This consular was one of them and if she had the same drives then she clearly had the same flaws.

As I pontificate on the mind numbing banality that is galactic trade agreements and subsequent taxes I single out a particular character from among the herd. He's tall and thin but with a strong chin and prominent widows peak. A suit that is of quality workmanship though several decades out of date and a number of medals won in various military conflicts , on his finger sits a ring engraved with a heraldic beast which I assume to be a gryphon. In short this is old money - and exactly who I need to get things rolling.

A break is eventually called in the negotiations for refreshments and I casually glide towards the figure cornering him between a potted plant and a gaudy statue of the scorekeeper done in fashionably primitive trandoshan style.

I start by stoking his ego - pointing and asking where the medals come from and then listening to each vapid and immensely embellished in turn pretending that they are the most fascinating thing in the galaxy. I then move onto lineage which he expands upon with gusto giving me details on great aunts and uncles who had conquered godforsaken primitive hellholes in the unknown regions before dying to tropical maladies and inbreed genetic flaws.

My tolerance for this dreck is high but not infinite and so finally I draw things to their natural conclusion. Leaning in so that my breasts press against his chest I whisper in a low tone...

"You seem like a man of some stature and I can see that your military experience has made you pragmatic. The Jedi council has been receiving less and less funding as of late with the intrusion of secular values in the Galactic Republic. We simply cannot maintain the lifestyle befitting of prophets of the force and thus we have to be open-minded about how we gain revenue. So keeping this in mind how would you feel about using Aeten 2 as an outpost for Hutt spice trading? Don't worry about legal constraints or repercussions - the Jedi council is fastidious when it comes to protecting its assets. And of course you would receive a cut of the profits as well as certain other benefits... "

I can already see the crimson hue begin to creep up his face. Were this one of the younger breed of politicians they would have wished to avoid a scandal and simply ignore the entire matter or worse accept the offer. However this particular old paragon has the pride that tradition affords him. He already has enough money to sink a star destroyer so keeping his good name is vastly more important than profits. Plus a little bit of anti Hutt specisism never hurt.

His tone matches his face perfectly in anger and outrage. Loud enough so that the other dignitaries can hear.

"Lady Jedi how dare you assume that I wish to join an endevour with those criminal slugs..."

 

[Break]

Break sat cramped in a huddled mass of metal crates, maker be damned this was not a dignifying place to hide. but it was needed for this mission his new teacher and would be damned if he was going to blow his cover.
The HRD was far away from Iziz far enough from the jawa to not bring attention but close enough to communicate without much effort.
He blended in conveniently well on this mission. It had been a while since he had been on a mission like this, but it was like riding a speeder. Once you learn you never really forget. The HRD checked his HUD, his objectives mirrored the datapad.
Targets:

• Ezekiel Collins:
  A city branch manager for one of Laplasses largest and only competitors, a very public name in his company and political face for the media.
• Lorelei Marquette:
  A key figure in one of the current Stygium companies as the head transport agent, responsible for shipping routes as well as times and amount sent. Her death and the destruction of her files would plunge their distribution into chaos.
• Simon Laplass:
  Finally, Simon is the Scion of the Laplass name and Heir to the corporate throne, little more than a 19 year old apprentice to his parents his death will spiral the family into despair. Especially if the scene is brutally constructed.

He touched his comm link sending a message to Iziz to alert the Jawa that he was ready when needed. Which hopefully would be soon his joints were starting to lock in place.

@Iziz @Darth Kentarch [member="Lord Mythos"]