Pirate Base | CIS Dominion of Epica

[Eternal Ardor]

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[SIZE=11pt]Intel recovered from the conclusion of the operations carried out on Alakatha has revealed a more extensive pirate infestation funded by the Crucible in the neighboring [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Epica system[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. Local informants have verified the intel and reported that the pirates makeshift base of operations and remaining fleet assets have taken up a position within the sector threatening imminent full-scale assault. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Spy droids have taken imagery detailing the pirate station, fleet, and a number of shuttles with ties to the Crucible. Imagery and scans of the Pirate Headquarters station reveal it to be made up of a number of varying ships, station sections, and scrap material resulting in a functional nontraditional station structure. Irregularities are expected to be encountered by boarding parties throughout the facility, extreme caution should be utilized while navigating the station. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]With this information, we have created three primary objectives that must be accomplished to secure the sector.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Unfounded rumors reported by local informants suggest that a massive pirate booty of stolen and illegal goods are stored deep within the twisted hulk of the Pirate headquarters. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]A number of people of interest have been spotted boarding Crucible shuttles headed for the pirate headquarters. The capture of these personnel could lead to additional intel collection and benefit to the CIS. A complete list of individuals can be ascertained from the CIS database.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Crucible affiliated shuttles are still fairing individuals from local planets the Pirate headquarters. The capture of these ships by the CIS could aid in discovering who or what is being moved by the Crucible. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Local populations are in a frenzied panic and on the verge of rioting in attempts to escape or seek shelter. Diplomatic and humanitarian measures would help alleviate this threat as well as improve relations with the local leadership.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=11pt]The Pirate Headquarters must be dealt with, initial reports show that the hulking station has considerable armor and armament. Extensive anti-capital ship weapons and numerous defensive weapons will make a direct confrontation difficult to traditional naval tactics. Boarding parties will need to be utilized to penetrate the fortification and deactivate the stations' main reactor rendering the station defenseless. Additionally, the sizable fleet defending the pirate headquarters must be destroyed or driven from the system to remove the looming threat of an invasion and stabilize the region. [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=11pt]Self-proclaimed Pirate Lord “Black Sam” has been identified as the leader of the pirate coalition and must be eliminated with extreme predigest. Intel suggests that the removal of Pirate Lord “Black Sam” will create a power vacuum among the coalitions resulting in its complete collapse and perhaps open hostilities between the rival pirate bands. Additionally, any and all Crucible associated personnel and liaisons must be eliminated. Removing the Crucible Liaison will remove any chance the Coalition will have of recovering from the loss of the current Pirate Lord. Eliminating any other Crucible personnel will aid in reducing the Crucible capacity to carry out their overall mission.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=11pt]Intel has confirmed that a large deposit of Crucible intel stored on a portable console is located somewhere on the Pirate station. The Intel is likely encrypted and of high value to the Crucibles' ongoing plans to destabilize the CIS. It is critical that the information is successfully recovered and delivered to CIS high command for analyses. [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=11pt]As always, if you prefer to bring about your own adventure, you are certainly encouraged to do just that.[/SIZE]

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[member="A'Runda"]
[member="Adelle Bastiel"]
[member="Alden Akaran"]
[member="Alkor Centaris"]
@Ari Riggs
[member="Ashara Evanaris"]
[member="Bullwark"]
[member="BX-1335"]
[member="Amelia von Sorenn"]
[member="Aston Jacobs"]
[member="Aya Clarke"]
[member="Caesar Kenway"]
[member="Corvus Dravere"]
[member="Cypher Raige"]
[member="Damsy Callat"]
[member="Darth Tacitus"]
[member="Daxton Bane"]
[member="Destroyer 2873"]
[member="Erin Tenel"]
[member="Eli-Mae Forrest"]
[member="Fawn Alzi"]
@Faye Irithiel
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[member="Havoc (CT-375)"]
[member="IG-65A"]
[member="Ingrid L'lerim"]
[member="Ithiel Vi'Dreya"]
[member="Jayce Pryde"]
[member="Jenmae Ophiro"]
@Joannis Campbell
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[member="Jorge"]
[member="Josh Dragonsflame"]
[member="Jyoti Nooran"]
[member="Karlie Lynn Destat"]
[member="Kasca Fen"]
[member="Kathryn Foster"]
[member="Kayla Wylen"]
[member="Kiff Brayde"]
[member="Kingsley"]
[member="Krystal Estain"]
[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]
[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
[member="Kyber"]
[member="Kyrinov"]
[member="Lirka Ka"]
[member="Luna Terrik"]
[member="Luna Vega"]
[member="Lyla Quinn"]
[member="Maani"]
[member="Maple Harte"]
[member="Maria Savilia"]
[member="Maur"]
[member="Mauer"]
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[member="Nine Lives"]
[member="Oax Ordo"]
[member="Petra Cavataio"]
[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]
[member="Qaarssk Roark"]
[member="R4-AUD"]
[member="Razelle Breuner"]
[member="Roy Americus"]
[member="Rylan Kordel"]
[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]
[member="Srina Talon"]
[member="Subject 73 Red"]
[member="Talon Rahl"]
[member="ToKola Bakari"]
[member="Teyla Riggs"]
[member="Tess Valnora"]
[member="Vanric Dannon"]
[member="Veronika Fleischer"]
[member="Voph"]
[member="Vyra Silara"]
[member="Vyse Valorous"]
[member="Vytal Noctura"]
[member="Willow Fae"]

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

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Objective: Drive away the Fleet​

Location: Edge of Epica System​

Tags: Open​

Posts: 1​

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Once more she was in her element; the woman stood silently upon the bridge of the vessel, a helm covering her face, though golden hues peered out across the vastness of space lain out before her. The High Marshal had opted for a rather different approach when it came to dealing with this pirate fleet. Normally she'd arrived with the capital fleet of the armada, though she felt that such a behemoth was not needed; and instead settled for a smaller contingent of vessels drawn from the Hellknight's own strength. Keeping her arms crossed over her chest, she waited patiently, knowing far better than to make a move without the proper support.

For the moment she was there merely to observe, deciding that she would allow others to take on the heavier burden of dealing with the direct elements of the pirates; while she would maneuver her own contingent of vessels to ensure that the enemy was cut off from any kind of retreat. She'd rather crush their power now, than permit small bands to slip away and rebuild. With a heavy sigh she lightly took a datapad handed to her, slowly scanning it before handing it off once more.

"We'll hold our force here in reserve. When the opportunity shows itself, we'll cut off the enemy."

"Yes ma'am."

The Hellknight to her right saluted before stepping away, replaced by another, though her attention remained forward.

"Begin a general scan. We need to know just how many vessels are out there - it also couldn't hurt to relay those numbers to any additional CDF forces that arrive to the party."

It was always a pleasure working with the Hellknights; many of which she'd known from the organization's predecessor orders that had risen before. Stepping forward towards the view screens, she kept her attention upon the enemy formation; her own orders to her formation were to hold, as she didn't want any holes opening up or allowing her vessels to fall prey to the pirates before the CDF fell upon them.

"Have our starfighters prepare to launch, their mission is to keep the carriers and cruisers protected from any pirate fighters that are sent out. However, they are not to stray away from the formation if engaged."

The woman was being cautious, and many would consider her too cautious; though those headstrong individuals often found themselves upon their rears or otherwise overrun. There was at least one individual she was worried about, one that could potentially cause more problems for the CDF than any pirate had the potential. Time would tell though if they arrived and if she would need to pull them from a situation of their own making.


Interdictor Fleet

• (5) Interdictor II class Cruiser
• (4) Interdictor II class Carrier

 

[Imperia von Sorenn]

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Objective: Recover Mythra Service Client​

Location: Surface of Epica​

Tags: [member="Kiandra Ceryss"]​

Posts: 1​

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The young woman was fidgeting as she paced back and forth slowly, pressing two fingers together and rolling her hands slightly in opposite directions. She'd count out a few paces before stopping, then turning back around and walking out the length again. She was so worried about this first mission, about how it could make or break the MedCorps; everything needed to go right. With a heavy sigh she seemed to bounce on her heels, nearly skipping to the gunship and she began to look over the equipment, checking and then rechecking it to ensure that they had everything they needed. Though what worried her the most was that she knew her mother was also in the system, and more than anything, she'd want to impress her mother.

"We're ready for this right?"

She asked, nearly in a singsong voice as she looked to the team leader. What she, the director of MedCorps was doing going along on this mission was anyone's guess. In her own mind it made sense that she'd come along on at least a few missions, after all, they'd gotten notification that the client was in danger. She checked once more, watching the client's vitals on the monitor as she lightly chewed on her nail, fearing that at any moment the heart line would flatline or they'd get confirmation of some worst injury than the ones already sustained.

Though they weren't life threatening, it was still enough that the monitor had gone off, and true to the MedCorps promise, they were already mobilizing to ensure that they achieved their estimated time of arrival - of course no would could really expect them to arrive within seven minutes in such a situation. Those numbers were always for those individuals closer to a MedCorps facility and on a more civilized planet; however, it was still an attempt that needed to be made.

Beginning to pace once more, she stopped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking to the security specialist, she nodded before returning to the gunship. Pulling herself in, she leaned back in the seat, a sigh slipping from her lips as she waited, listening to the gunship powering up.

"We're ready for this."

She spoke under her breath, this time a bit more of a statement rather than a question.

 

[Luca Donskoi]

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Location: Epica​

Attire: Service Dress Uniform​

Equipment/Weapons: Asheran Armorweavehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/54941-asheran-armorweave/ | VT-Kinetic Impact Gel | KC-95 "Ace of Spades" Blaster Pistol | Lightsaber | Prosthetic Arm​

Post: 1​

Objective: Provide Humanitarian Aid to People of Epica​

Tags: [member="Faye Malvern"] | [member="Adron Malvern"]​

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Epica was a beautiful and lush world, with a surface of rolling hills and towering mountains broken by vast vats of blue from the cold water seas the painted themselves among the green brush strokes of forests that otherwise blanketed the terrain. Its capital, Epica City, had grown tremendously through the years, becoming a sprawling metropolis catering to the wealth and privilege of its sophisticated population. Enormous palaces of architectural wonder found themselves commonplace alongside the equally enamoring mansions which seemed to fill in the gaps. However, it seemed that the jubilant life of pure and unadulterated splendor had become just as much a burden as it had a marvel.

Indeed, the utter radiance and brilliance that visually beamed outward from the city had come to attract the unwelcome eye of the savages that consistently raided its populace. The riches more than the gluttonous outlaws could ever hope to pass by. And why would they? It was an easy scored and their vaults nestled deep within their derelict base had likely come to overflow with trinkets and jewels from their endless string of raids against the Epican people.

But now it was different. No the Confederacy had come to aid a neighbor in a desperate hour. The superpower had come intent on snuffing out the last embers of the fire that razed these otherwise peaceful people. Extinguish the flame of these malicious renegades ever expanding desires. The Confederacy had come, certainly, but the Confederacy had come and lost all desire to play the games with these band rebels and criminals.

Alas, Alden’s purpose here would be uniquely different than one would reasonably believe. It wouldn’t be at the command of a Confederate Fleet aboard the bridge of a massive Confederate flagship. It wouldn’t be in the cockpit of his ‘Talon’ as the lead of the elite Saber Squadron that had come to make a name for itself through countless battles and successes. No. Alden’s purpose here was quite different and even though he sported the service dress uniform on the Defense Force High Command, his objective here would hold no ties to that. A humanitarian effort had been organized by the Confederacy’s Minister of Influence, [member="Faye Malvern"], and it had been requested, whether by her hand or not, for aid in the project to bring security, assurance, and stability back to the Epican people. And as an aside, to provide some form of security in the case of a chance run-in to an unannounced raiding party.

If this was something he could offer the Minister without drawing too much unnecessary attention that a large security attache would create, he would happily offer his hand in aid. It also offered him more time to spend with the Minister, time that had seemingly been less and less as recent engagements with the Defense Force had pulled him away and in that direction. Something about him being a High Marshal made it so he was formally requested in a number of different scenarios he had not been before.

People flocked into the streets as the next shuttle made its approached, likely carrying the next cache of supplies in aid to these people that had undertaken such unlawful transgressions from the hostile force the southern superpower had come here to rid them of. A cure to the virus to tried and tried, often successfully to eat away at them.

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Objective: Drive away the fleet
Tags: [member="Amelia von Sorenn"]

Red walked down the bridge. He approached the commanding officer, [member="Amelia von Sorenn"] . Red stopped behind her and stood to attention. His helmet was off, he was holding it on the inside of his right arm, and his red hair was a stark contrast to the drab colors of the bridge. He was assigned to this mission to help in the only ways a commando could, to handle only the most dangerous missions normal soldiers couldn't.

"Agent Red, special forces. Reporting for duty, ma'am!" Red saluted, awaiting orders from the commander.

 

[Jorah zos Darnus]

Objective: Infiltrate pirate base. Wreck chit.
Equipment: NEXU Strike Armor | Obsidian Lightsaber
Companion: BB-3J
Tags: Open

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As the Confederate forces under the command of [member="Amelia von Sorenn"] drew several ships away from their regular patrol, a shadow slipped quietly across the inky void.

The Scimitar-class star courier was an old piece of Confederate stealth technology, but effective none the less. While the occupant might not have appreciated the technology for what it was, the black colored BB unit operated the craft with both precision and ease. Plugged into the navigation console, the small astromech functioned as the ship's pilot droid, leaving the restless Dathomiri boy to pace back and forth in the cockpit module.

The specifics of the technology that he was to disable was not entirely understood. There was some kind of power core that fueled the pirate defenses. This core was to be disrupted, that the Confederate forces might achieve decisive victory through overwhelming force.

To that end, the horned boy understood what he needed to: Infiltrate the station and wreck chit.

The ship made a strange noise. A shudder seemed to pass through the deck plates at his feet, as though they had just landed. A warbling chirp from the BB unit a moment later supplied the signal that, indeed, the ship had arrived at the designated insertion point.

Tapping a button on his wrist, the Cathar-inspired face mask slid into place over the youth's head. As he turned toward the back of the cockpit, the hatch fell away to reveal the airlock on the other side.

Crossing from navigation station to the airlock down, the BB unit gave another series of whistles and chirps as he connected with the data socket. The Ministry of Secrets had supplied some codes that they believed would provide clearance to the station. After which, the young Obsidian Squire would be on his own for his piece of the assignment.

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Objective: Arrgh! Matey!
Equipment: Lightsaber, Faceless Armor
Mental State: Focused
Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"], anyone else going after the captain
Post: #1

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“We shall be there soon.” Ambrus’s voice filled the dark void of her meditative state, stating the fact that the apprentice would soon be boarding the floating monstrosity that the pirates called a space station. When she had seen that thing at first, it could have almost been assumed to be a joke. Instead, it was very, very real. And quite dangerous to board as well. Which is why she had spent most of the journey on this rickety boarding shuttle deep in her meditative state. It was much, much more enjoyable than trying to keep herself upright despite all the explosions around her.

She turned to the red orb to her left, giving it a little bit of a nod. “We are. I can feel it too. Supposedly we’re heading to board right at the base of their command tower. It’s the closet the pilot could get us.” A softer voice to her right emanated from the greenish blue orb, prompting the apprentice to turn to it next. “You say that, but I believe we both know Hin would be able to pilot us directly into that command tower.” Xobos couldn’t help but nod and laugh at this sentiment. The man was an incredibly impressive pilot. And a well-rounded leader of gray squadron. But he wasn’t available for this flight, so she was stuck with one of the droid pilots.

Another hard shake started to break the concentration the apprentice had to keep to stay in the void. Looking to the pair of orbs, so slowly began to stand while speaking. “Well, here we go. I would appreciate to have lagos by my side for the majority of this.” There was a moment of silence that filled the void. As Xobos’s power had grown, her affinity for the merged form of the two voices in her mind had also grown. After a that moment had passed, the two colored orbs slowly floated together, merging to become a singular, purple sphere, who’s deeper voice rung throughout her mind as Xobos let go of the meditative state. “You shall have us.”

Opening her eyes as she was pulled from the void revealed the red colored, metal interior of the boarding shuttle. As she stood from her crossed legged position on the floor, her eyes scanned around and looked over each of the six commando droids her master had leant her for this mission. Well, leant was a nice word. It would be nice if they survived, but it wasn’t necessary to complete the mission. All that mattered was that the target laid dead at her feet by the end of this. Her master wouldn’t expect anything else of his personal assassin.

“1 minute to boarding.” The droid pilot called from it’s cockpit above the cargo area. Xobos nodded in response, reaching to the ground to pick up her helmet. Giving the visor a quick rub before sliding it onto her head, she felt fully ready to take this on. She had her mind, body, and voices all aligned. This would all go to plan. Hopefully.

Only a minute later, the sound of crunching metal filled the entire cargo area as the spikes of the boarding shuttle penetrated the base level of the command tower, before opening up and exposing the opening to the cargo area. It opened quickly after, and the apprentice and commando droids were quick to roll out of the shuttle. Xobos ignited both her blades the moment her feet hit the metal floor of the command tower’s lowest floor, sending a pair of blaster bolts right back into the body of the pirate unfortunate enough to be standing near the boarding party. Not paying the half dead pirate any more attention, she turned to the commando droid motioning toward the end of the hall. “Let’s get to the command center quickly.” A nod from the droid and the entire group began sprinting that way, leaving the pirate to die on the cold metal floor.

 

[Kathryn Foster]

Objective: Drive away the Fleet
Location: Edge of Epica System
Wearing: Flightsuit, helmet under arm.
Tags: [member="Amelia von Sorenn"], [member="Subject 73 Red"], Open
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The events at Alakatha had left them all victorious and eager to continue the fight against the merciless pirates. They looked beyond the single battle, not settling with a temporary retreat and risking a comeback and strike against the innocent civilians of the system. Although, major Foster and her squadron never got to capture that fleeing escape vessel, their spirit were high and the commanding officers had seemed well satisfied with their efforts.

However, high marshal von Sorenn were a completely new face to the major. Well, under that mask she would be. Foster did not realy know what von Sorenn's general approach to battle was, if she were the offensive or defensive one when it came to lead. Now, she guessed she would find out. She had her doubts about it, but also if she were as likeable as, say admiral [member="Kiff Brayde"], who felt like a person quite close to his troops. Von Sorenn had striked her as somewhat more authoritarian, from what she had heard. She were therefore keen to stay strict and professional when she now approached her on the bridge, clad in full flightsuit with the helmet under an arm.

"High Marshal von Sorenn. Ma'am. Horizon Squadron is ready to deploy and is awaiting your orders." she stated strictly while standing attention, making a strict salute to the epicanthix woman.

Glancing to her left, she acknowledged the red mullet of the man having just reported in before her. Red. A very known face, both fortunately and unfortunately, so to speak. Even if their recent patrol together ended a lot better than it had started, she hoped he would mind his words in front of the high marshal. They might not be each others favourite among the ranks, but simple fact was that he had saved her life. He might not have been able to understand what he had done back there on Geonosis, but for that she was eternally grateful to the complex, slightly odd, special forces operative.

"Red." she said shortly and greeted him with a nod, before directing her attention to von Sorenn again.

 

[Cypher Rage]

Objective: Drive away the Fleet
Location: Edge of Epica System
Wearing: Dress Uniform
Tags: Amelia von Sorenn, Subject 73 Red,

Current Fleet: (Following the Lead of High Marshal von Sorenn)


Interdictor Fleet

• (7) Interdictor II class Cruiser (Battleline Leviathan)
• (12) Interdictor II class Carrier (Battleline Apollo)

Main Line:
CNS Salvatore (Flagship)
CNS Star Talon (Carrier)
CNS Archchild
CNS Whirlwind
CNS Authoritarian


Cypher stood at the bridge with his hands clenched behind his back. This was the second time he found himself engaging pirates. The second time he fought the Crucible, the second time he had found himself fighting alongside Amelia von Sorenn. For the past few weeks, 2 had been a recurring number. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not

"Vice Marshal Nade, send Battleline Leviathan and Apollo to reinforce High Marshal Von Sorenn's Interdiction Force." He ordered somlemly.

There was, as usual something bothering him. Why here? Does the Crucible just like to agitate the Confederacy as it expanded? Or was there something more? After their failed attacked on a Knight's Obsidian Stronghold, Cypher had become more interested in learning as much as he could about the enemy as he had done with the New Republic years ago.

"Fleet Marshal, wouldn't that leave us with zero interdictors. I recommend we send Battle Group Solemn Prayer to reinforce the High Marshal" replied Nade, firecely. The Vice Marshal was rebellious and eager for a promotion. One that would not come if he kept acting like this.

"You have your orders. Follow them. I don't want to hear this from you again. Do as you are told or I will replace you. Got it?" Asked Cypher. He was tired of the insubordination in Nade. There was no more second chances. He did it again and Cypher would have him executed for treason.

"Yes, Fleet Marshal. Order is acknowledged and message has been sent. High Marshal Von Sorenn has been alereted of her reonforcements. Awaiting further orders, Fleet Marshal" responded Nade seeming to have gotten the memo.

"Good. Prepare to engage the station" replied Cypher coldly. This was more like it. No more second guessing. Just pure order. This was how a Navy should be run.

 

[Ardasz Verd]

objective: Hot Privateer Action.

"It's not Piracy when you're under contract," Ardasz shrugged as he slipped his arm into the bodyglove. "And really, we're just putting the credits aside for the Clan. Is that so wrong?" The reality of the situation for Ardasz Verd was that raiding was never wrong. Taking something from someone too weak to stop you was the natural order of the Galaxy.

Mandalorians were not scions of law and order. Honor in combat was one thing- paying the bills and surviving were another entirely. The plates of his beskar'gam slipped easily over the vacuum sealed suit, and a precursory check of the armorweave assured him that it would protect him from glancing blows. He checked the firearms at his side and on his back, certain to link them with the HUD of his buy'ce. Pirates were much nastier enemies to deal with than Jedi.

Jedi were predictable.

Pirates were a nightmare: icky, slippery, cheating scum who wanted nothing more than to take you for all you're worth. Ardasz had a simple solution to the problem, and he presented it to the ears who listened to him in the Confederate Guildhall. "Let us do to them what they intend to do to us."

Easy enough.

They agreed to look the other way, and because of it the spoils of war were free to slip into Clan Verd coffers. That was a win/win situation if he ever heard one. "Now," he cautioned [member="Haastal Verd"] with a wry grin. "Don't take your helmet off, and you don't know anyone who isn't part of the operation, 'lek? This is strictly off the record- the people paying the bills don't want to be associated with what we're doing."

 

[Haastal Haran]

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[member="Ardasz Verd"]​

He'd spent the last few minutes checking his weapon's and armor's systems.

"Way I see it..." The Mandalorian said as he slipped his armored gauntlets over his wrist. "Pirates steal...all the time, right? This is our first time doin' it in like...three weeks. So mathematically, we'll be decreasing piracy. We ought to get some awards." He said, pointing a finger at Ardasz. What was likely so fear-inspiring was the fact that Haastal was drop dead serious about what he was speaking of.

After checking the ordinance functions for his Beskar'gam, Haastal pulled his buy'ce over his head with a stifled chuckle. "Hell, I always wanted to be a hero." He said, his voice holding equal amounts of amusement and sarcasm. He made his way over to the cargo bay's main door and looked to Ardasz with an arched brow under his helm. "So, winner buys the first round, right?"

He produced his blaster pistol from his waist, spinning the weapon in his hand for a moment before looking to Ardasz. "Guarantee I tag more of this karkers than you Ner'vod."

"Well, either way....we'll have some fun." With nothing more to be said, Haastal slammed his fist against the side of the bulkhead. The rear cargo door shot open, as the vacuum of space sucked the two Mandalorians out into it's icy reaches. Haastal let out a yell of laughter as his HUD struggled to adjust to the rapid movement. In only seconds, his jumppack activated and he was flying through the dark void of space. "Doubt their sensors will pick up something as small as us." He called over the com while the two drifted towards the pirate ship they had been looking to infiltrate.

 

[Faye Malvern]

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[member=Alden Akaran]​

Epica was somewhat reminiscent of home. Thick, lush forests in a patchwork quilt painted in more shades of green than Faye could name. As the nose of the ship dived down toward the surface the Minister couldn’t help but feel grateful for the chance to escape Golbah City. Ironically, despite the centre of the Confederacy being filled with more life than could rightly be documented, it was somewhat of a relief to come to a planet so alive. Faye missed the green of her home more than anything else, and though Golbah City was exciting it was anything but green. Admiring nature in passing no matter the circumstances had become commonplace during her travels. On the other hand, their reasons for streaming over the dense forest below were less than pleasant.

The Minister had been bid to deliver humanitarian aid to those below, in the form of food, clothing and medical attention. As they crept closer to the city Faye couldn’t help but wonder if it would be of any use. The reports seemed to suggest that they were in a frenzy, on the borders of mass rioting. In a way, the aide they were in such a haste to deliver felt like a very poor attempt at trying to put a band-aid on a bullet wound. Would a temporary bandage over the gaping wound that was Epica city stem the bleeding enough to save its life? She couldn’t be sure. Faye took a deep breath they finally came to land in the centre of the city. Hopefully, Alden would be waiting outside. He had promised her he would be there. He was the only reason she’d had enough courage to dive headfirst into such turbulent conditions.

‘We’ve arrived, Minister.’ Raven eyes snapped out of their trance and into action. ‘Bring the crates out. The vaccines and med supplies are for Tent A on the eastern side of the temple.’ Faye waved her arm in the general direction of the temple. Ordinarily, she would have helped move the crates from the shuttle to planet-side, but she wanted to find Alden first. The Minister hopped down the ramp, once again grumbling at the fact that she had been forced into armour that was a little too big for her slender frame. “A necessary protection”, her protection detail had called it, Faye could only see it as an irritating hindrance. Once planetside a swarm of people had already begun to gather at the loading ramp of the shuttle, waiting to help or grab what they could. Faye stood on the tip of her toes to see over the crowds.

Just beyond the gathering, she could make out the outline of her other half. They had gone from friends to lovers, to inseparable in the blink of an eye, but Faye loved every minute of it. There was once a time she couldn’t have dreamed of finding herself in this situation again, so open to heartbreak, but Alden was different. He had managed to make her smile every day since their meeting, without fail. Despite their work taking them further and further from each other with each passing day, he still found ways to make her heart skip a beat. Luckily, their distance only made their meetings more exciting, even if they were meeting for the purposes of work. ‘Alden!’ Faye called out over the crowds and immediately dove headfirst into the hungry people of Epica. She managed to squeeze her way through the tight-knit bodies to meet him on the other side of the gathering.

Once in reach, and entirely despite the setting, Faye embraced him.

 

[Adron Malvern]

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[member="Faye Malvern"] | Alden Akaran​

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Had the Minister of Influence's request been granted because she was the younger sister of the Exarch?

Yes.

The Lord of House Malvern, King of Illyria, Exarch of the Confederacy, and Darth loved his baby sister, dearly. She, like his own beloved fiance, was one of the few beams of hope in a life that he had long ago given up on. They had revived him from what was, essentially, a corpse and brought the fire within him back to a blazing inferno.

Adron chuckled as he realized this. The shuttle to the world had just come to settle down when the Exarch rose from his seat. He did not wear his hellish Sith Armor with plates of hellfire crimson and a flowing ebony cloak of shadows. No, instead he wore a fine Alderaanian silk suit with a lapel engraved with an amethyst wolf. His eyes were like pure amethyst jewels which had the slightest hints of amusement within them. He was in a fair mood. A far better mood than he had any right to be in.

"Exarch, we are prepared to escort you." A metallic voice called out to him, causing his eyes to rise and meet the IG-100 Magnaguard that stood vigil by the shuttle's passenger bay. Adron nodded at the droid, but truthfully paid him little to no mind. He was a droid and his programming was as insignificant as his existence, why should it be given any attention? He made his way for the ramp, watching as two of the magnaguard funneled out of the ramp, leading the way to the planet's surface. The moment he departed the shuttle, the Exarch could see the result of the recent hardships the people had been challenged with. Hundreds of thousands of refugees were seeking safe passage off world. Even more were in need of medical aid to maintain what they called their lives.

Adron turned his nose up at the thought of these people thinking their lives were worth something so significant as his time.

Yet, he was not ignorant to the truth. They were all worth his time. Because, a number of these refugees were being routed to his own throne world of Illyria, where they would join the worker caste, which dearly needed them. He thought nothing more of it and descended the ramp.

There was a small guard force tasked to protect him. It was composed of four magnaguard and ten of the latest Commando droids. It would be enough to keep the crowds from him and see to his needs, speaking of...

"Where is Minister Malvern? Find her immediately." He ordered one of the droids, which immediately made its way into the thick crowd before him.

 

[Jorah zos Darnus]

Objective: Infiltrate pirate base. Wreck chit.
Equipment: NEXU Strike Armor | Obsidian Lightsaber
Companion: BB-3J
Tags: Open

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The ventilation shaft was small, even by his standards.

The diameter of the shaft was barely more than his shoulder width, proving to make the descent difficult as the young Dathomiri shimmied through the labyrinthine lattice that recycled the air inside the facility. Fan blades were visible in different junctions, promoting air flow even as they forced the boy into seeking alternate paths through the ductwork so not to reveal himself by disabling the ventilation systems.

Of course, the fact that the ventilation systems were operating was just another indicator that the ore processing station was not as abandoned as advertised.

Grease-marked and wearied, the small Obsidian Squire's feet arrived on either side of a grate. Peering through the slats, the boy could make out what appeared to be a corridor of some kind. The lighting was active, so the boy deactivated the face mask, pulling back the HUD overlay so that he could see with his own eyes.

A pair of small fingers worked the edges of the grating, carefully starting to lift it out of the way...

Shadows on the wall.

Slowly, meticulously, the youngling moved the grating back into its seat, before leaning back out of the light. Underneath, a pair of humanoids passed.

This was a different manner of hunting than he was accustomed to, though the feeling of both eluding and stalking the target was not unfamiliar to him. Another minute passed, as the boy was careful to listen for anything that would indicate either another patrol or the previous one doubling back. Then, he lifted the grate out of the way and dropped down below.

He found himself in a hallway. The walls were solid, with utility cables tacked up against the sides of the corridors. Lighting was spaced throughout. The patrol had been traveling down to his right, so the boy went left. The turn opened up into a power transfer station of some kind. He could see another guard on the far side, smoking underneath a ventilation fan.

Ducking low, the boy withdrew the light sword from its place at his side, holding it in a loose grip. He pressed up against a crate and started working his way around the room. He'd need to find a way to disable that guard without attracting attention.

And then maybe there would be some utility schematics that would give him an idea about the layout of the station and where he might do the most damage.

 

[Luca Donskoi]

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Location: Epica​

Attire: Service Dress Uniform​

Equipment/Weapons: Asheran Armorweavehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/54941-asheran-armorweave/ | VT-Kinetic Impact Gel | KC-95 "Ace of Spades" Blaster Pistol | Lightsaber | Prosthetic Arm​

Post: 2​

Objective: Provide Humanitarian Aid to People of Epica​

Tags: [member="Faye Malvern"] | [member="Adron Malvern"]​

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Alden heard his name called out over the rumbling of the crowd that only seemed to grow in size with each passing moment. But it wasn’t hearing his name that truly caught his attention; the was the voice that carried it.

Their relationship, this connection the two held between them, had really come to blossom as a spring flower opening its petals to the sun’s warm and tender caress. It was beautiful and something Alden never believe, himself, that could ever be for him. The mere thought of it had never crossed his mind until that chance meeting that allowed their paths to cross as they had. And now . . . and now there was an elation that constantly flooded over his heart. A happiness unrivaled by any other he’d experienced. The steadfast light that held strong among an encroaching darkness.

Alden was here for Faye; there was no denying that. At this point, he felt as though he’d do almost anything for the woman he felt completed him, absolutely. In truth he had a saying that he’d spoken in a number of different speeches he’d given at a number of different ceremonies, though this particular one had found its way into a number of military graduations he’d been invited as the guest speaker. In both his time before the Confederacy, and his time since. ‘There is no greater adversary than the man who fights for what he believes in. What he's passionate about. Make that man you and you will see you are capable of far more than you dreamed possible.’ Even though these words would not directly correlate to this instance, their intent certainly would. Faye had become this rock for him. Faye was the one he would drop everything to be there for. Maybe even die for if that’s what it came down to.

His heart seemed to jump a bit as the arms of his lover wrapped around him in an embrace. It brought a smile to his face and he reciprocated the affection by wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight for a moment. The sapphire orbs inset upon his face fell to the woman, allowing him to take in her full beauty. Even with her armored appearance which her security advisers had no doubt recommended to her, he pure radiance emanated through it all. It simply would not be denied.

“Minister,” his reply came. He always chose to address her as such in the public forum or official capacity. It was a respect to her position in the Confederate hierarchy as well as the blatantly professional thing to do, but she was much more to him than simply Minister. Both he and Faye knew that. He leaned in, now, to give the woman a kiss on her brow. “How are you? It’s been far too long.” In all honesty, their time apart had seemed longer than it actually had been. But that’s how it always was when you were separated from the one you truly longed to be with, right? Nevertheless, it had felt like an eternity and now they had found themselves reunited once again.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

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wearing: xxx | [member="Maani"]​

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Gerwald was not an adept slicer by any means, but he was a good fighter. His job was simple, defend and escort the one hired to slice the intel and keep her safe. This one Gerwald had worked with before. The real question was whether or not she would be able to get the task done without incident. In and out, the job was supposed to be simple, but with the different attacks which were taking place Gerwald already knew it was not going to be that simple.

The dropship found the pair an entrance further away from the fighting. This was a stealth mission, the irony of Gerwald's size was not lost on him. A mission like this with a giant of a wolf man was not going to go well.

Boots touched on the durasteel and rock of the asteroid base, and Gerwald pressed ahead. He did not look to see if the bounty hunter was behind him. The mission was his to run with, and for now it meant clearing the corridor. Pushing ahead, Gerwald followed the wall until it ended. Gerwald looked back and waved the woman forward. The hall was clear for now.

 

[Maani]

Location: Epica
Immediate Vicinity: [member="Gerwald Lechner"]
Equipment: A-180 Blaster Pistol (Retrofitted), Vibroblade (Dagger-sized), Grappling Hook, Electrostaff, EE-4 Blaster Carbine (Retrofitted), Battle Armour, Thermal Grenade (x2), Smoke Grenade (x2)​

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When Maani heard that she would be taking the fight to pirates, she couldn’t be happier to accept the job. She had frequent run-ins with such scum, and they invariably ended in violence, usually because she found out they were doing some despicable thing and had fat bounties on their heads. If she could do good while getting money, then she couldn’t be happier. She had no bigger goal to strive for than that, really. Shred criminals, get money.

These particular pirates were too numerous, their base too large for her to take on alone. Fortunately for her, she was working with the Confederacy to rid Epica of these pirates. Hopefully for good.

Maani was well-known for subtlety, and was often hired for jobs that needed a more delicate touch than that of a brute with a blaster. This time, she was working with someone else to slice into the pirate’s systems and get some valuable intel from the Crucible and to CIS for them to analyse. All in all, an important job. Fortunately for them, despite Maani not having too much experience in slicing as opposed to the less technological ways of subterfuge, she was still far from an amateur at it. Anything that involved getting into something was a skill she was proficient in, and she was quite thankful for it right now.

She was to work with the absolute hunk of a man called Gerwald Lechner. Maani recognised him from her job at Constine, the solemn and absolutely massive guy that could likely snap her dainty self like a twig. Fortunately for her, they were working together, and she was confident he’d guard her well enough. She could handle herself in a firefight, but slicing and fighting weren’t really things you could do at once. She needed someone to keep watch and defend her in the case of an unexpected attack.

Maani was decked out in full equipment, following close behind Gerwald with nary a sound. His size was… impractical for stealth, but she was confident he could handle himself even with how huge he was. She mostly followed his lead, he was the more experienced fighter, the one meant to escort her.

And force sensitive. Seemed everyone in this bloody galaxy was.

She merely nodded at his signal, EE-4 in hand as she followed him once again. This would not be a clean mission, she could feel it. They were gonna have to face some pirates at some point, especially if this intel was as important as it was made out to be.

 

[Ardasz Verd]

There was always a sense of excitement when it came to conflict. That was how Ardasz was raised, and how his clan had raised their children for generations. When Haastal spoke of wanting to be a hero, the jaded veteran could only chuckle. "Don't worry," he assured [member="Haastal Verd"], "no one's expecting big damn heroes."

The youthful and fledgling Mandalorian quipped hard, but Ardasz only shook his head. "Maybe in ten thousand years, ad'ika."

Together they shot out into vacuum, and Ardasz engaged his jetpack. A few precise applications of thrust would have them well on their way to the destination. When Haastal mentioned the sensors, he patted his dull, unreflective breastplate. "Stygian Triprismatic," he explained, "always come prepped for the job you're on. That ain't even a Mando rule," he joked lightly.

 

[Jorah zos Darnus]

Objective: Infiltrate pirate base. Wreck chit.
Equipment: NEXU Strike Armor | Obsidian Lightsaber
Companion: BB-3J
Tags: Open

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The man lingered under the ventilation shaft for another twenty minutes.

In that time, the young squire was able to observe the movements in and outside of the power station from beneath the deuterium tank that served as both cover and shelter. He'd been grateful for his small stature as he shimmied under the heavy storage coolant storage. It was low enough to the ground that the patrol passed without even a second thought, while providing him a vantage point that gave good visibility around the room.

Based on the chronometer, the patrols were coming through this part of the complex around every ten minutes. The man smoking the cigarette had finished the first and then started a second. Then the sound of a comlink chimed from his direction. As the man held the cigarette in his lips, fumbling through his pockets for the communicator, the boy reached up to tap a device concealed behind his ear. As he did, the Cathar-inspired facemask again slid over the horned boy's head. The HUD illuminated his view.

As the call connected, the boy was able to lock in on the communications frequency that the cultists were using. Through the received in his ear, the squire listened as the Obsidian technology was able to slice into the conversation.

"Those are Confederate ships. You can believe that more will be coming. We need to evacuate before they arrive."

The cigarette smoking man hung up the call. Tossing the half-burned cigarette to the ground, the man ground the smoking butt under foot before he made his way out of the room. As the heavy doors closed behind him, the young Dathomiri crept out from under his hiding spot.

A glance at the chronometer suggested he had about five minutes before another patrol would come through this section. Standing, the boy returned the lightsaber handle to its place on his belt, as he jogged over to where the man had dropped the cigarette butt. Carefully, the boy picked up the butt and dropped it into a little bag.

DNA trace analysis might help to identify who was involved in the piracy taking place in this sector of the Rim, as well as who their supporters were.

Standing up against the access terminal in the room, the boy was presented by a power allocation table that seemed to contain a schematic of the station's main power grid. It framed the structure of the facility well.

There was a large chamber in a lower part of the facility.

Could that be the power core that he had been sent to disable?

Time was ticking by. Crossing over to the other side of the room, the boy ducked low as the heavy doors to the power transfer station could be heard opening. The next patrol was moving through. Ever the artful dodger, the boy carefully timed the moment that he crossed over to the other side of the fifty gallon drum he was currently taking shelter behind. The patrol passed by without taking notice of him, continuing on its way to the other exit in the room.

The boy's eyes locked onto a drain that was underneath the deuterium storage tank.

That might be his ticket to access the lower portion of the facility.

 

[Faye Malvern]

[member=Alden Akaran] | [member=Adron Malvern]​

His arms wrapped around her waist, and despite the thick metal that protected the majority of her body, it gave Faye an untold amount of comfort. If either had been permitted to do so, Faye was certain that they would have remained together. She couldn’t help but admit that the distance made their meetings a little sweeter, and she was grateful for it, but the goodbyes were heartbreaking. The Minister tried not to think about it. Pessimism wasn’t usually her forte, perhaps it was the crushing turmoil she felt seeping from the crowds as they desperately tried to secure the supplies. No matter, he was here now. That’s what she would focus on. The joy he brought her was more than enough to outweigh the pained cries of a city on the brink of civil war.

When she had allowed the hug to linger long enough to rock the boat of what was sensible to do on a diplomatic mission, Faye took a short step backwards. The Minister was more than reluctant to find herself free of Alden’s grasp, so instead of breaking completely away, she remained as close as she dared. Faye’s expression lit up with the smile she pulled her lips into. One of her deepest regrets was how far their respective fields both took them from each other, but they were extremely similar in regards to their work. Their tasks in the Confederacy were important to both of them and neither one would dream of asking the other to give them up. ‘Much better, now that you’re here.’ Faye beamed at him. ‘It’s always been far too long, I’ve missed you.’ A faint blush coloured her sun-kissed cheeks when he leant forward to press a kiss onto her forehead. She longed for it to be more, but once again they were forced to keep social conduct at the forefront of their mind and allow it to dictate their meeting.

A brief moment of pure bliss followed, where Faye could have sworn it was just the two of them standing alone in Epica City. He often found a way to steal the breath from her lungs, to put the sparkle back in her eye… but the hustle and bustle of the crowds wouldn’t allow her to forget the reason they’d come here today. ‘Come on, we bought all kinds of things with us. There are a few more shuttles on the way too. Adron was quite generous.’ Faye flashed him a decidedly pointed smirk. The Minister adored her brother, and he adored her. There was nothing they wouldn’t do for each other, especially with the recent knowledge that their eldest brother Tacitus was a traitor. The two siblings really only had each other to rely on. Of course, the Minister used the fact that her brother was the Exarch to grant her some preferential favour when she wanted. That was the whole reason why the supplies were coming in thick and fast for the Epica people.

She found his hand and entwined it in hers with every intention of pulling him back through the crowd to unload the shuttles, but something stopped her. The sound of metal joints, the hiss of the pistons as they propelled something forward, an unmistakable metal clang. Still attached to Alden, Faye turned slowly on her heel to come face to face with the source of the sounds. ‘Oh. Adron is here…’ She had neither expected or imagined that Adron would find the time to join them on Epica, he was always so busy. Was it nerves that made her release Alden’s hand? Uncertainty? Surprise? The nature of the couple’s relationship had so far been kept under wraps, especially from Adron. Neither of them had any idea how he would react to his younger sister and apprentice being an item. Work hadn’t allowed Faye the time to think about it, or the time to discuss it with Alden properly. The Mangaguard approached them, and in its metallic voice, he announced: ‘Minister Malvern. Exarch Malvern requests your presence.’

Faye tensed, though it was doubtful anyone could tell thanks to the armour she’d been forced into. ‘Lead the way.’ She spoke to the Magnaguard, but her eyes had trailed back to Alden. She didn’t need to say anything. Both were well aware that Adron was a difficult man to please. In fact, considering Adron was Alden’s Master, Faye imagined Alden knew better than anyone. Still, they had little time to talk about it now. The Magnaguard had already begun to pick its way through the crowd again, and Faye was forced to follow. She didn’t stop to turn and check that Alden was following, she knew he would be. When they had parted the crowds to pass through Faye was brought face to face with her eldest brother, the head of her family, her dearest love.

‘Adron! It’s so nice to see you! What are you doing here?’ Even through her nerves excitement managed to pierce her tone. It was rare for the two siblings to get together socially, so when they found the time to meet Faye was always sure to make the most of it. The youngest of the Malvern siblings skipped forward to embrace her brother in a tight hug. He probably wouldn’t be pleased by it, he was more of a stickler for etiquette than any of them, but Faye couldn’t. Not when it came to family at the very least.