Piece by Piece - TSE Dominion of Hex AO-18

[Taeli Raaf]

[SIZE=11pt]Kadavo - Objective I[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]From orbit, Kadavo looked like an unwelcoming purple orb, and as one approached the surface, it didn’t appear any better. Volcanoes and lava pits on the planet belched smoke and other debris into the atmosphere, giving the world its trademark appearance. It was a world that one could not escape from, and it was this reason that the Zygerrians had re-established their old slave processing center over the caldera of a super volcano on the world.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Denizens of the Outer Rim and Wild Space that had been captured by the Zygerrian slavers were sent here, either as a holding place before auction or to work the lava collection facilities. It was supposed to be a crowning achievement of the feline species, the expansion of their slaving empire to help fuel their allies, the Sith.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]But, one of the recent shipments of slaves had brought something extra. Weapons, provided by Imperial dissidents in the Tingel Arm. A revolt has broken out in the facility, and the Zygerrians have called for help from the Sith Empire to put it down.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Kamar - Objective II[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]Much like nearby Kadavo, Kamar is a desolate world, covered in deserts and mountains that are devoid of abundant water sources. The native Kamarians, split into two different races, have in recent years avoided each other, the Badlanders staying to the Badlands while their more advanced cousins stayed to their mountain caves.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]However, video images from the local Holonet have revealed a bloody war has broken out. Kamarian Badlanders have, in a mass offensive, attacked the mountain strongholds of their more intelligent brethren. The Cult of Varn has incited the violence, claiming that the mountain Kamarians are hiding a vast pool of water.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]This instability, so close to the Sith Empire’s ever-growing border, is unacceptable and must be dealt with in a swift manner, either through diplomacy, subterfuge, or outright military force.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Deltooine - Objective III[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]In the system of Deltooine, a fleet of defectors, centered around a stolen Marr-class Star Destroyer under the command of the Recusant Empire’s Vice Admiral Ezuri Pielleo prepares itself for an incursion into the Sith held Corporate Sector. While Sith Intelligence has not pinpointed their ultimate target as of yet, it is very likely that Bonadan is their target.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Sith Intelligence, while they have nothing concrete, believe that the instability on Kadavo and Kamar stems from Pielleo’s base on Deltooine. The destruction of his fleet and the capture of his base for vital intelligence is of the utmost priority for Naval High Command and the Saaraishash.[/SIZE]

 

[Amseth Typho]

Objective: Objective III, crush the rebels
Allies: [member="Cara Dalgas"]
Enemies: Recusant Empire Forces

Vice Admiral Piello's gambit probably sounded good on paper: make a lot of fuss in the area to distract the Imperial forces, then strike at the Corporate Sector proper with a skeleton fleet, crippling the Empire's infrastructure with minimal effort. But in practice, it was nothing short of imbecilic. The Empire's resources were far too vast for a simple ruse like the ones Piello had arranged to keep them from putting down his little expeditionary force. But at the very least, there was opportunity. While the Inquisition bogged itself down in the nuances of Piello's schemes, the Court would strike a definitive blow and claim the head of the arch-traitor.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3kJcvkdAqAM​

The first ships to arrive in orbit over Deltooine was Project Clemency's fleet, consisting of the massive Square Hammer and its escort force, three Xo'Xaan II Star Destroyers forming a frontal wedge to defend the flagship, and an Incapacitator Cruiser bringing up the rear. From the bridge of the Square Hammer, Commodore Selinas Pax overlooked the approaching enemy force.

"It's as expected ma'am," a junior officer reported. "One Marr-class leading the fleet and a heavy amount of cruisers and lighter support craft."

Pax nodded. Outnumbered, but not outgunned. "Scramble all fighters with orders to run interference and play defensive. Take out the smaller ships, but just disable the flagship. Is the gravity well generator up?"

"Yes ma'am!" another officer answered.

"Good," she nodded. "Now we just hold the line and let them come to us..."

As expected, the traitor fighters began to swarm the small flotilla, and in turn found themselves dealing with massive screens of TIE/D droid fighters and more focused, murderous packs of Shadow Droids. Support fire from the Xo'Xaans helped, but also discouraged the enemy from getting too close. And that was exactly what they would be counting on. Coming up at the rear of of the traitor fleet was none other than the Vermilion Authority, 18 Xo'Xaan IIs and their customized flagship. In what could only be described as cavalry tactics, the second Imperial fleet hit the rear of the traitors hard, cutting them off and encircling them.

From there, it was mostly a formality, the battle devolving into a massacre. The Square Hammer and its forces advanced, brilliant blue waves of ion cannon fire making sure the flagship would stay in place. Everything else was simply blasted into space dust. Soon enough, boarding tactics could begin...

 

[Cara Dalgas]

C a r a _ D a l g a s

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Aboard The Kimaris, making preparations
Objective | Board and Neutralize Flagship

Captain Dalgas sat on a crate as a dozen or so individuals prepping to load a transport aboard The Kimaris, a frigate that belonged to the notorious Gehenna Fleet commanded by Vice Admiral Koruuna and General Vexen. She lifted one of HPX-7 Heavy Blaster Pistols, inspecting the weapon to ensure it was properly maintained along with the rest of her weapons. When she was satisfied with its condition she would lower it down to her thigh where it slipped into a holster. A holoterminal not too far off would beep a few times before flaring to life, a ghostly blue hologram of General Vexen appearing. Cara, as well as her fellow soldiers, would stand up and approach the terminal, taking on a formal and stiff posture as the hologram spoke, " Captain Dalgas...Your team has been assigned with a particularly important task that NavCom and the Saaraishash have deemed a priority. You are to board and neutralize the flagship of Vice Admiral Pielleo... " Vexen's image would be replaced with an image of a Marr-Class Star Destroyer and the most recent image of Pielleo. " You are to capture Pielleo so that we may learn the location of his base. If he fails to cooperate, remind him that he does not need to be alive for us to learn his secrets. Extract him and ensure that his stolen vessel is destroyed. " The hologram would return to an image of Vexen, " Communications have informed me that Pielleo's fleet is being engaged. Assemble your team and be ready for imminent deployment. You have your orders Captain, prove your worth... "

The hologram would fade as Cara turned to her team. A majority of them were outfitted with the same prototype KVX 'Dragoon' Combat Suit as her, though a handful of members were wearing a prototype infiltration and recon suit known as the KVX 'Nightseer'. All of them would turn to Cara as they were finishing up their weapon checks. " We have our orders. We'll break into two teams - Assault and Sabotage. Lieutenant Kaito will take the Nightseers and make their way to the ship's generator and plant explosives. The rest of you will be with me to draw fire from Kaito's team and make our way to the bridge and capture the Vice Admiral. Situation will be updated as the operation goes so keep your comms open and keep an eye out for friendlies that might come in to assist. " There was a silent wave of acknowledgment as the group was split into their respective squads. Cara would pick up her Autokrator Assault Blaster Rifle before sliding it over her shoulder where it would maglock into place. A pair of transport was being prepped for the operation, though it was likely that they would have to cut their way into the ship depending on the resistance they met. With luck, the forces already engaging the enemy will have most of the attention drawn away from them, letting The Kimaris warp in, deploy the transports and escorts then make a quick exit. Cara didn't have high expectations for enemy resistance, considering that her unit was on par with that of a special forces unit. They would do their General and their Empire proud.

Cara's armored form would stand at a hulking seven feet tall, pistons moving and a quiet whirring of motors heard from the exosuit. With all the gear and troops squared away for the operation, Cara would flick her head forward slightly, chinning a control that closed her helmet's visor. All was pitch black for a brief moment, her quiet breath the only sound heard. A few beeps would be heard before her HUD illuminated and flared to life, projecting a full view of her surroundings and suit diagnostics. Everything checked out green. An image of Lieutenant Kaito would appear on the side of her HUD as he spoke, " Captain. Patching you to Commodore Pax, engaging the enemy fleet. " Cara would wait as the commlink was established to the Commodore, " This is Captain Dalgas reporting. General Vexen has instructed my unit to assist with your fleet. We will be boarding the enemy flagship. Your assistance if you are able to provide it will be greatly welcomed. We will be arriving shortly at these coordinates. " An encoded set of coordinates would be sent to the Commodore just so they could avoid firing stray shots at The Kimaris as it arrived. Cara would walk over to her transport, before raising a hand to grip an overhead rail as the doors of the transport shut and sealed itself.

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[member="Amseth Typho"]​

 

[Er'in Tenel]

Objective I - Kadavo ​

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It was an objective fact that Er'in despised slavery, this was of course perverse for a Sith, but completely in line with her ultimate libertarian philosophy. To continue to enact and support slavery was, in essence, to keep binding chains around the galaxy.

But as had been said 'Slavery is the natural order of things. The weak deserve nothing more than to kneel before the strong, bound to our service.' and Er'in could be as greedy as she was charitable. She wasn't fickle about such decisions, they were considered and weighed based upon the outcome. But her strength and power were all that mattered, in the end, and for now that meant the strength and power of the Sith Empire mattered, which in turn depended upon the slave processing facility on Kadavo not exploding - figuratively or literally.

Besides, the collary to the philosophy of 'ultimate personal freedom' was that in the end, the weak exist to justify the existence of the strong. They are a natural opposite, like light and dark. While she might gift them charity, she found it remarkably hard to pity them collectively or individually.

"You are aware it is... displeasing for our Empire to find your gracious gift in such a... poor state?" She asked the Zygerrian female who stood beside her in the shuttle as it streaked towards one of the remaining 'secure' landing platforms.

"Honoured Sith, you can see that this is clearly the work of Imperial Dissidents, the nature of the arms provided makes that clear, we humbled Zygerrian's cannot..."

The female trailed off as Er'in turned towards her and raised one eyebrow, the violet glow in her eye flaring as she did so. She liked Zygerrians, she'd discovered - their pride and their vanity was very... Hapan.

"Do not grovel. I cannot stand grovelling." She snapped in response, her tone waspish.

"Yes, Lady Sith. It... the Facility Supervisor allowed matters to become... sloppy." The Zygerrian looked away for a moment, then turned the full force of her own gaze on the Sith. "This is why we have requested your assistance, we are unable to penetrate the facility sections we have lost, as it is in lockdown and their advanced weapons have defeated our rapid response teams."

"Well, if you will insist on bringing whips to a gunfight." Er'in quipped lightly, smiling. "The supervisor still lives?"

"Yes, Lady Sith."

"Very well then, once the situation here is dealt with, somone will speak to them and instruct them as to the price of failure. I assume it is as severe in your culture as in ours?"

The Zygerrian looked relieved, their ears were not metaphorically or literally on the hook. Although she was not at all sure that anyone implicated in this... debacle was out of the woods yet.

"It is."

Er'in nodded and grabbed a railing as a dark feeling welled up in her chest.

"You might want to hold on, your errant slaves appear to have some anti-air weapons which are presently incoming."

The startled Zygerrian barely had time to grab a seat before the shuttle throw itself into a bellowing, evasive dive towards the ground. Er'in was reasonably certain they were going to crash on the 'secure' pad, which was not the ideal start to this affair.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Objective II: Settle disputes by military might.
Location: Kamar -> Kamar Badlands Settlements.
[member="Jahangir Zambrano"]

Sometimes, disputes had to be settled by establishing the biggest fish.

The residents of the badlands had thought themselves in the right when attacking their neighbour, so right in fact, that they had neglected to seek the council of the Empire whose heavy hand lingered just over their measly planet. In their folly, the badlanders had attacked their more advanced neighbours, and the Sith Empire saw their chance to intervene in the name of peace.

Assault Fleet Cinder appeared in orbit as the ships reversed from hyperspace.

As the smaller escort ships spread to form the customary blockade while the Daena opened its hangars to vomit forth a swarm of dropships from its bowels. They carried troops and machines of war down to the badlands. She had brought an army to conquer Kamar and hold it as a part of the Empire. They had come to settle a dispute, but they did not intend to leave.

 

[Delaney Wilder]

Objective II: Settle disputes by military might.
Location: Kamar -> Kamar Badlands Settlements.
[member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]

There had always been an awkward juxtaposition when it came to him and his siblings.

Or his parents.

Or his nephews and nieces.

Really, between him and the rest of his family (extended or not). It had never been lost on his mind that Jahan was quite different from his family. Not as hungry for blood. Nor really all that much focused on the complete domination of the Galaxy. He barely used the Force (it made him rather nauseous). And compared to his family he was positively brittle. Oh, Jahan could still easily crush a human head with his bare hand, but that was only the cost of entry.

Compared to Joyce Jahan was milquetoast at best.

She never skipped an opportunity to tease him about it. Jahan didn't truly mind. He loved his sisters, loved his mother, his father... a difficult man to love, that [member="Darth Carnifex"] was. But he had a certain respect for him. You didn't grow an entire Empire on the Tingel Arm by being an idiot, after all.

"You know, sister, there is always the diplomatic route." Jahan mentioned calmly over his tome. It was one of the holy Vahla works. The priests wished for him to commit it to memory. Apparently part of being 'the Chosen One' of their fate involved memorizing books upon books. Presumably to lord it over the lessers all the time. There was seemingly a scripture for every situation. "The fiery eye of Vahl looked upon the crowd, the exhaustion of the moment broke, as her peace swept over them. They knelt as a singular wave. Vahl's peace all-consuming."

Jahan recited gently.

Of course, most priests interpreted it as a literal hellfire sweeping through the non-believers, which incinerated them all.

That was... somewhat of a peace too, he had to admit.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Objective: 1
Location: H.M.S. Carannia, with three Fangs, and five Boa
Allies: [member="Erin Tenel"]

She had come to help to put the rebellion, she had come in her personal planetary assult cruiser. This was its maiden voyage, and she was looking forward to seeing, how quickly it could deploy troops into action. She contacted the Sith representative on the planet, a sith knight by the name of Erin Tenel. She was dressed in her war armor, her lightsaber on her hip, and her necklace around her neck. She opened a com link to her, Lord Tenel, my ship is ready to deploy troops. I need the location that my troops, can use as drop zone, it is not an issue if it is hot. She was stood on the flight deck, command zone watching her fighter pilots get into the ships. They where being prepared for launch, the dura steel cables being hooked on. Then anti gravity hanger bay was activated, the ships began to float. So it would not be launching under its own steam, but via the dura steel catapults. As she waited for her reply, she saw the first the first of the launch, without hitch. This was marvelous to watch, sure this was training, so stealth was not being used. Though the launch system worked without a hitch, as they took formation in space, the marines began moving into the drop ships.

 

[Lark]

Objective: BYOO
Location: Kadavo
Nearby: No one yet

One of the benefits Lark enjoyed the most after leaving his murky home-world was seeing all of the other spectacles the galaxy had to offer. No longer was he bound to that insignificant orphanage or crime-ridden streets. With no ties to his previous life, he could start fresh, see everything that he had once believed he'd only visit in his dreams. Crystalline tundras, radiant waterfalls, incandescent beaches, mountains that broke through the heavens. If there was a celestial body that painted the night sky, Lark would like to visit it. He should've died a few years ago, so by visiting all of these places, Lark felt as though he were defying reality in a way.

Kadavo, however, was evidence that not every planet Lark would visit would be anything too grand.

There was nothing charming about the place, really. More than anything, it was used for slave trade and naught much else. He didn't mind slavery, in fact he used some of those miserable dregs as subjects for one of his Sithspawn.

But he did have a reason for being on this volcanic world. When he burned his birthplace to the ground, he thought he had left all ties to his previous life behind. No one who knew Lark before he took on that name was left alive, he was a nameless enigma who was born in ash. Lark was only a word he chose for people to call him, as easily changed as a set of clothes. In truth, he believed he didn't have a true name. He didn't see the significance of one, not when he willingly changed his personalities so frequently. But his allies needed to call him something, so for now, Lark would suffice.

He eventually came to realize, however, that there were two possible people from his past that might still be alive: His brother and sister. Lark's believed that his brother abandoned him, just like his mother did when she slit her throat. His sister was kidnapped when she was a child, apparently as some punishment towards their father. Lark was to young to fully comprehend what was going on at the time, but he eventually concluded she had been taken by slavers.

After realizing this, he left the Sith for a year, searching for any clues as to where his siblings might be, unable to shake the feeling that they were alive, out there somewhere. Eventually he abandoned that search, and was brought back to the Empire after being discovered by the Saaraishash. When he learned of the Empire's plans to gain dominion over this desolate planet, he decided to renew his search, knowing that it would be a brief one before they moved on.

Maybe his sister was here as a slave, right now. Or maybe she had simply been brought here and traded or sold, before moving on to some other labor camp. If she was ever here, Lark would find out.

And when he did, he was unsure on whether or not he would kill her.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Objective II: Settle disputes by military might.
Location: Kamar -> Kamar Badlands Settlements.
[member="Jahangir Zambrano"]

"Diplomacy is for the worthy, Jahan. -For the strong."

She popped a fresh canister in her firearm and fiddled with the trigger before putting it back in its holster before turning her attention fully to her brother. She knew the line, she had read it many times and participated in the discussion of the translation of the word "peace", as well as role of fire in the anecdote. She was a fan of the hellfire interpretation.

"And blessed are they who spill blood in Her name."

There were both ecclesial and practical motivations to her invasion. From a practical point of view, diplomacy would cost more and potentially yield less as the inhabitants would be able to give demands. With an invasion such as this, the Sith Empire cold demand a complete surrender for the purpose of keeping the peace, and they never had to give it back. The cost of ammunition was measly compared to the cost of meddlesome neighbours interfering in a diplomatic process.

At the same time, it gave Joycelyn the chance to arrange a series of sacrifices to Vahl in and out of battle; towns and cities set ablaze, and tremendous suffering rippling through the Force as the Vahla chant their prayer, dedicating the suffering to the name of Vahl.

"By day's end, Kamar will surrender to the Sith Empire." "And a thousand fires will spell out Her name."

The dropships and shuttles carried the troops, as well as Joycelyn and Jahan, down to the surface. Meanwhile, the ships in orbit angled their cannons and let rain a shower of hellfire. They were not about to scorch the planet. The bombardment was there to clear a landing path, and then they would conquer the badlands.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Objective: BYOO - Kamar
Nearby: [member="Ryder Zeshatt"]

Bloodsniffers were a rather curious creature. Lizards in appearance, but catlike in both attitude and biology. Expert hunters, and vampiric in nature. They would make amazing test subjects, given the time and effort necessary to capture and contain them. It's what brought Dubiety with his new ally to Kamar. While the bulk of the Sith forces were off dealing with military disputes, the young Acolyte with a handful of mercenary beast trappers made their way through the deserts of Kamar.

"We should be getting close by this point. Keep your eyes open in case they find us first. From what I read, they're rather observant and fiercely territorial." One of the Beast Masters nodded, a Trandoshian with tan scales. The leader of the mercenary group. "They are worth many points, due to their skill. Best to stay together, to keep alive." Dubiety nodded before gazing out at the sand wastes. Their mission wasn't to find the hunters, but to find the pups. The young would be prime for Alchemical manipulation, and the more they had the better off Dubiety's experiments would turn out.

 

[Darth Thuyrn]

Flak grazed the hull of the Sith-Imperial gunships as they descended through the clouds over the errant processing facility, several of the atmospheric vessels combusting in sunbursts of flame and wrecked metal before tumbling down into the volcanic caldera. Though a fight still raged within the facility, several of the armed slaves had managed to wrestle control of some of the facility's anti-air cannons away from the Zygerrians.

Now those guns had been turned on the Imperial reinforcements streaming in from a single Ferrata up in orbit, complicating the matter even further. The Emperor had deemed this matter sufficiently vexing enough to dispatch Darth Thuyrn and his Fellowship of Desolous to Kadavo to quash this fleeting insurrection.

"Those towers are ray-shielded, Lord. We can't risk rushing the landing pads without incurring serious casualties."

Furrowed skin peeled back over sharp jagged teeth, "The towers will not be a concern for very long, pilot. Elevate to point oh-seven and open the rear door."

"As you command."

The gunships rose high above the tower, idling for a moment as the rear disembarkation door opened and lone individual leaped out from the gloomy interior and began to free-fall towards the nearest tower. Cushioning his impact with the Force, the Sith Lord activated his exotic light-whip and bisected the nearest slave's legs right at the knee with a flick of his wrist. Reaching out with his left hand, the Sith Lord grasped the other slave with the Force and flung him off of the walkway to perish on the hard durasteel plaza below. With the way clear, Lord Thuryn bust open the tower door and dispatched the two slaves guarding the interior with fierce hand-to-hand techniques that broke several bones in their upper body before they were cut to ribbons by his light-whip.

The slave gunner didn't fare much better either, a quick swipe of Thuryn's whip beheading him and the top half of the gunner chair in a single swipe. That was one occupied turbolaser tower down, several more to go.

 

[Kev'vazulan]

OPERATION​

ACQUISITION​

Location: Kamarian Badlands - Planet Kamar
Objective: Track and Capture Live Bloodsniffers
Wearing: Appropriate Desert Attire
Tags: [member=Dubiety]

This was a new experience.

It was the first time the soles of Ryder's feet touched the hot sands of a desert. Standing atop an elevated ground, he was met with the sensation of gazing upon barren lands withfew signs of life, if any at all. He could see the heat of the region manipulate the water in the oxygen, causing waves of heat which distorted one's vision. One had to be meticulous in order to truly survive in such a climate; you had to know exactly how long your water and food supply would last and you would need to figure out a system in which you could shelter yourself during the desert nights. The sun and the moon caused two completely different challenges - The sun kissed the sand and rocks like a lover would to a significant other, only to be replaced by the cold distance of a neglecting parent. People who specialized in surviving upon deserts knew how to get enough warmth to survive the freezing nights, something Ryder had no experience of.

The best option was to acquire the Bloodsniffers before the sun begins to set, otherwise there might be a chance that some of them die.

Ryder accumulated as much information as he could regarding Bloodsniffers with the help of his superior before reaching the destination. Kahlil was kind enough to lend him his book after he was done reading it, and he made the most out of the few minutes he had. He analyzed the information which he could make use of the most; Their anatomy and their hunting process. Ryder was not a scientific individual, meaning he opted from learning the minute details of their anatomy and behavior, but he took in the ones that would help him do his part:

Find the little ones and capture them. Kill the rest if need be.

Ryder's violetblue eyes gazed behind of his shoulder, towards the bottom of the large elevated area he stood upon, listening to the mercenary group expressing the dangers and that they should stick together. He took a quick glimpse at Kahlil, noting him in the middle of the group to minimize the chances of him being injured in the endeavor. He looked ahead and began to walk forth, ahead of the cluster they were in, holding a large wooden stick to help with his descent to the other side of the elevation. The stick was used to add friction so that he wouldn't slide down uncontrollably and strike a rock formation at the bottom.

He was walking ahead because he knew there weren't any dangers just yet. Having studied their anatomy, he knew that the adult Bloodsniffers would only show if their blood reserves were running low, meaning their heartrates would also lower to conserve what they still have. Looking up the differences in size between adults and pups, he could differentiate the two depending on how strong their hearts beat. The adult would obviously have a stronger heart. His physiology allowed him to fight against the Bloodsniffers prepared, their camoflague wouldn't surprise him and he'd know their exact numbers right away.

That's why he didn't fear the idea of attracting them.

He was about two hundred meters ahead of the group when he started removing a dagger from the right hip. Unsheathing it, he moved it towards his own left wrist and cut it, causing blood to seep from the veins and towards the grass. The color of red dripping from his arm and down to the sand and rocks would likely make the group come to a halt. The wound closed itself up within moments, the dagger being sheathed just as quick as it was withdrawn. His hand then moved within the cloth covering his head, using the earpiece attached to the left side of his head to speak to the group from afar.

"I suggest staying there, or going up to an elevated surface." His voice was parched, a natural effect from the ridiculous heat. "They'll be drawn towards the smell of blood if they are hungry, and they won't approach from an elevated point since they'd rather ambush out of sight. It's why they have camoflague. I'll be able to dictate when they're about to show up, and I'll point out the amount of Bloodsniffers I can detect. No doubt half of the approaching Bloodsniffers will be pups - in their mind, they'll drink up first, but they won't fight first. I'll point with my stick where they're standing back."

He let out a small sigh, gazing around like a spying hawk. "I suggest half of the forces acquire the pups whilst I distract the main pack. The moment you've reached the pups, the other half can fire their blasters at the adults. We don't want to let them know they're being ambushed before we get the pups, or else the pups will no doubt flee. You can take it or leave it, though - You're the boss" He gazed towards Kahlil from a distance through the cluster of mercenaries and beastmasters, since he wanted to make sure he was okay with the suggested course of action. If it wasn't for his presence, he'd likely order them rather than simply suggest things.

 

[Amseth Typho]

Objective: Objective III, crush the rebels
Allies: Cara Dalgashttp://starwarsrp.net/user/20466-cara-dalgas/
Enemies: Recusant Empire Forces

Commodore Pax frowned as the message came in, forwarding it to Amseth. "Did we request the help of the Gehenna fleet?" she asked. "I was under the impression the plan only required Vermilion command."

"You are right," Amseth replied via commlink from the turbolift. "The Inquisition does not want us to have this victory. The efficiency of the law casts doubt on those who demand the need to place themselves above it." He smirked confidently as he met up with his retinue of Executioner droids. "Let them board, they may be useful yet."

Back on the bridge, Commodore Pax sent her reply to the Kimaris. "Affirmative, Kimaris. The enemy flagship is disabled, we will be initiating boarding actions momentarily. Your assistance on the matter is welcome." After the message was sent, she furrowed her brow and sighed. Amseth usually had a plan. What was it this time?

Meanwhile, Executioner droids were being loaded onto boarding shuttles, as Amseth himself strode into the hangar. The first wave of boarding shuttles was preparing to launch, Amseth would be with the second. The droids would kill every traitor that wasn't an officer (who they would hopefully only maim) and Amseth would wrap up by taking the Vice Admiral or whoever else was in charge. And if he encountered the team sent by the Inquisition? Well, all the better then.

 

[Delaney Wilder]

Objective II: Settle disputes by military might.
Location: Kamar -> Kamar Badlands Settlements.
[member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]

"Diplomacy exists to conclude fights before they come into existence, dear sister. Nobody questions the Empire's commitment or ability to completely annihilate its enemies."

Amber eyes met hers.

"When our enemies are backed into a corner with only death facing them, they fight much the harder. Yet, if they know there is a chance to retain their lives?" A shrug was offered. "This spreads. Perhaps not every foe we face will fight tooth to nail." This was an usual discussion between the two of them. It never escalated to anything uncivil- or even hurtful. Jahan offered a different point of view, but he did not judge. Neither did he try to force his opinions on her when the mission was hers.

It kept everyone much happier that way.

What Vahl needed was worshipers. Not just sacrifices. Perhaps by the end of the day, Jahan would lay claim to his portion of the population. The survivors. Earned in blood, to do with as he pleased. The usual expectation was slavery.

Jahan had a tendency to rock the boat in that capacity.

Soon enough their ship settled on the ground. The shudder almost made him land on his face, but he just about managed to steady himself against the security railing. A brief huff. Then the shuttle's doors slammed open, first came through where their Imperial escorts. Followed soon were the Vahla battle-priests. Officially they were here to protect both Joyce and Jahan. Unofficially both of them knew it was only Jahan, who was in need of this support.

He sighed, tightening his gauntlets as he walked out with grace.

Those fiery eyes sweeping to and fro, watching the scene of war for a moment, before nodding.

"The usual, then? Biggest headcount pays for the drinks."

 

[Keira Cerdulan]

Objective III: Fly around and blow chit up

[SIZE=11pt]What was it with Imperials these days?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The thought briefly entered Keira’s mind as she geared up for her mission, a nice and easy “kill the enemy”. Seemed all she was flying against recently was rogue Imperial or “”heretics”” or whatever other chaff they called all that nonsense. What happened to just a good old mission to blow up pirates? Those were fun. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Because the fact of the matter was that Imperials were [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]boring[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], painfully boring. That kinda of [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]“please for the love of all things precious and holy give me three lines of spice so I can actually enjoy myself” [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]kind of boring. Absolutely awful.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]But alas, guess just had to fly against all the boring things for the time being.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]With a hiss, the Corellian finished putting on her flight suit and was immediately heading off to her Fighter. The new thing hadn’t gotten a name yet, but she didn’t mind the craft: a bit too slow for her liking though. But she couldn’t complain too much, how often did you get the chance to fly some elite fighter for the Empire instead of getting demoted? Not often. She thought, or assumed, or hoped.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As usual, it was merely side thoughts as she went through that near automated process of kicking off her fighter, screens flicking to life and the engines of the craft whining as they kicked up. Such a wonderful sound, without waiting much longer the Corellian and her squadron burst out to the battle above Deltoonie.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Shame to see the fun started without us! Mission is simple, rip the enemy apart! Same bet stands.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A grin appeared across her face and under her helmet as she knocked the ship into full throttle with a push of her accelerators. It was the proper rush.[/SIZE]

 

[Er'in Tenel]

Objective I - Kadavo​

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"Any landing you can walk away from, ma'am."

The pilot of the Empire shuttle crawled from the wreckage, half pulling the barely concious co-pilot even as Er'in crouched in the ruins of the landing pad. For once, she was entirely at a loss for words - she was no leader of soliders, let alone one's who'd just saved her life with some superb flying.

"Imperius." The word came surprisingly naturally, which was troubling, and she knew enough to gently tap his shoulder. "You just got new employment, solider."

She heard the crackling message from [member="Darth Banshee"] and raised her holocomm. "Copy that, Darth. It looks like the slaves have gotten the air defence turrets working. It looks like we'll need to go to Plan B."

She didn't elaborate, Plan B was always 'kill them all, painfully', but she did pause to add. "Although we may wish to consider keeping the facility and as many of the slaves inside intact. They're clearly high quality. I'm making my entrance from Pad Alpha. Tenel out."

The solider behind her pulled an emergency hold out blaster, and Er'in couldn't help the disbelieving look. "Legion don't quit, ma'am." The visored face said. Er'in shrugged, free will was free will. "Did our host sur... ah." The Zygerrian pulled herself from the wreckage, drawing a long, nasty looking extendable shock pike and limped over into cover.

"We'll... speak about this later, Kayal." That was the first time she'd addressed the Zygerrian by name in a day. "We're going in through that door, because staying on this pad is suicide."

"But my lady, the door is built to resist..."

Er'in didn't stop to listen to the words, she simply rose into view before the stunned defenders and snapped a single syllable in Ancient Sith.


̖̥̬̝̓̈̽ͫ"̮͙͙̰͈͙̜̱̆̀͂̄ͪ̏ͬ͛D̥͍̿ͭ̽͗̇é̝̭̙͉̍͑͂͌͑s̫͔̰̭͍̿́̒ͩ̽̚t̬̒̃ͯ̚ṝ̪̙̹̘̜̈̽ͥ̚o̫͓͎͕̜̰͕̿̏̾̈́ͅŷ̖̝ͫ̽͆̑͑.̩̱͇̂͆"̪̼̰̟̒

The world rippled briefly as one of Xan-fel's seven words of power - words in Sith so powerful they formed spells all on their own, if you had the talent not to have them eat your mind alive - echoed like a thundercap of hate and terror, then the door exploded in a burst of Dark Side energy, taking the hapless slaves defending the facility entrance along with it.

"Follow." She snapped, then ran forward. Front line conflict was really not her area, but it would take more than that to stop her.

[member="Darth Thuyrn"] | [member="Darth Banshee"]​

 

[Zeric Parcra]

Objective I: Survive.
Nearby: [member="Erin Tenel"], [member="Darth Banshee"], [member="Darth Thuyrn"]
Post Number I

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"I like to think of your Naya as a reminder: If you're close enough to use it, something's gone horribly wrong."​

As it turned out, Instructor Yago's was not far off. Tackle driving the slave to the ground, Commander Parcra pulled forth his dagger - the dagger he had been given when he received his officer's plaque, a dagger that was his pride, a dagger which he ever so carefully polished every day - and plunged it repeatedly into the ruffian's guts.

The man screamed, of course, but not for long. With a final desperate lunge, the alchemised blade was plunged straight through the neck, bone and all. Panting heavily, blood coating his ruffled uniform, the Commander wondered, for perhaps the thousandth time, what in Chaos was going on. He had come here on a technical inspection with his comms tech while the Black Javelin did routine maintenance, for karking out loud.

Hearing a pained groan behind him, he pushed away his insecurities. He was an officer of the Armada, damn it, and he'd been through worse. Granted, that had been on the bridge of a trusty warship, but he'd been trained for this. Sort of. Back in basic training.

Grabbing the Mirialan to get her attention, he hoisted the shorter woman upwards. "Focus, Lieutenant. You're not allowed to die, understand?"

Failing to get a response, which was understandable considering how her left arm was a blaster-charred mess, he slapped her awake. "Ach... y... yeah. No dying. Sir."

Pulling the Lieutenant to her feet, Zeric had the woman lean heavily on his left side, while his right hand unholstered his sidearm. "That's the karking spirit. The faster you move those scrawny legs of yours, the faster I can get you a medkit."

 

[Darth Banshee]

Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Erin Tenel"] [member="Darth Thuyrn"] [member="Zeric Parcra"]
Location: H.M.S. Carannia
Gear: War Armour, LightSaber, Amulet

As her Erin said They had AA guns, she smiled and replied Good, it means my new toys will be tested. Then she moved to board her landing craft, she had forty Palace Guard with her, the reset of the company was in other landing craft. Then after that she had full regiment, of serenno infantry with her. This was time to start proofing, Serenno worth to the empire, and by extension hers. She took her seat, and the Rock Ivory hanger bay was powered up, and ship began to float, and clocking system was engaged. Then it was hit by a durasteel cable, and fired into space. The hit shook her a bit, but she had worse. Then they began there decent towards the planet, before them would be the pipistrelle fighters. There job was to clear a landing zone for them, as this was a practice run. Though they where using Stun Missiles, She looked through towards the pilot cockpit, as they began to descend. All she could see was the planet getting closer and closer, though she could sense, the others around her. She then felt some turbulence, as dropship entered planet atmosphere. She then saw the landing zone, getting closer and closer. When they where about five thousand feet above it, she saw the pipistrelle decloak, and firing there missiles at the AA towers. Then turning and doing staffing runs, making sure than landing zone was not so contested.

As her ship landed, she felt the jolt, she need to make some adjustments to shock absorbers. Then she saw troops run out, she followed them out. Then began to survey the battle scene, her fighters in the air, AA guns being neutralised. Her troops swarming the area. There was still a lot work to do, and no doubt she be getting updates soon.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Objective II: Settle disputes by military might.
Location: Kamar -> Kamar Badlands Settlements.
[member="Jahangir Zambrano"]

"That is exactly why we are only currently attacking one of the two factions." "Sometimes, unfathomable might ought to be demonstrated."

The two factions were at war, and the badland dwellers had been the instigators. They had casus belli for the purpose of restoring peace. They would have casus belli against the mountain dwellers if they did not surrender their planet, but after the display Joycelyn had planned, only the truly mad would think to resist. She was not just sending a message to the peoples of Kamar, but all of the surrounding systems. And she was signing the message in her own name to make clear that she was not to be trifled with.

"Lest they forget how it looks."

She grabbed the black plates at the back of her neck and pulled them forward. The articulated helmet plates surrounded her skull and wrought themselves to the shape of a snarling hound, whose jagged eyes lit up with a bright red.

"I hope you brought your wallet."

She drew the long, darkened blade of Zaudraka from its sheath. The sheath helped to mute its sinister presence, but once free it filled the vicinity with its intent. A curl of blue flames followed the tip of the blade as she drew it and threw the sheath aside. Stepping out alongside her brother, she had the natural effortlessness of a predator, though she walked with purpose more than grace. Her movements were direct and powerful, but not too subtle. The battle priests followed behind, and from all the other ships armoured vehicles and squads of legionnaires stormed out like wasps.

Focusing on the blade for but a moment, she held it out in front of her. Drops of flame fell to the ground and grew larger, then began to move; they were Living fire, summoned by the sword and under her command. Four of them formed up like a wall in front of her and Jahan. Joycelyn made a quick pace herself, the living fire moving as though she whipped them with her mind. Her long legs carried her quickly across the ground in a power-walk that kept her at speed with smaller folk at a jogging or running pace.

Ahead, the villages began to move and flee, and some picked up arms. They were numerous and well enough armed, but immediately uncoordinated and unprepared against the sheer span of the Sith Imperial assault. Walkers flanked around the perimeter, cutting off the escape. Joycelyn, Jahan, and a squadron of legionnaires spearheaded the ground assault on foot.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Objective: BYOO - Kamar
Nearby: [member="Ryder Zeshatt"]

"A clever trap, and one I approve of." Dubiety gave his ally a respectful nod from behind his mask before turning to the group of mercenaries he had hired. They were all expendable in the long run, but to have one or two to help bring the captured prey back would be useful. "You heard him. He'll act as the main diversion. You three, stay with him. You're to follow his orders, understood?" A pair of Twi'leks and a human nodded, somewhat confused by the display Ryder had shown by cutting himself. Wouldn't that draw too many for him to survive?

Wasn't their hides on the line though, and the one paying them was the masked figure who would be in the safer role of capturing the pups. They moved to line an elevated ridge, readying themselves for the creatures to come.

Except, none of them were prepared for just how smart the creatures were.

Behind the three on the ledge the creatures stalked silently. They had tasted blood, but they were not so foolish as to charge for the source without scouting ahead. Humanoids tended to try and trick them all too often. And so, they took the advantage of surprise for themselves. A group of five lept onto the unsuspecting crew. Screams could be heard from the ledge, as well as blaster fire.

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Dubiety glanced over his shoulder to the secondary position, a frown settling on his lips. They were firing too early, and they were too far away for him to hear the screams. He clicked on his com. "Ryder, what's going on?"