Progenies of Asymmetric Warfare [FO Dominion of Zarnathea Hex]

[Maizono]

Objective: III
Location: Relentless-class Cruiser 'Unrelenting', Brown dwarf star Zeus
Allies: The First Order
Enemies: Space Pirates
Post: 1

Maizono stood at the bridge of the Unrelenting, arms crossed and ready for action. This was her first actual battle as commander of the vessel, the original commander was out of action for awhile and he left his second in command in charge. She has been in countless training operations in the past, so she knew what she was doing. Her navigational officer informed her that the ship was coming out of hyperspace, and right into the fray.

The Relentless class cruisers were, despite the name, the same size as star destroyers but somewhat slower and less agile, and were curiously less armed. Perhaps the navy only entrusted the more expensive ships to more experienced commanders. Regardless of the specifications, her ship was to provide front line support, and this was the reason she ordered her officers to jump directly into the fight.

The shields were already charged and activated, but the weapons were not, this was done to conserve power while in hyperspace. When the Unrelenting bursted out of hyperspace and appeared only kilometers away from the Reprisal. It's shields were up to protect it from the turbolaser she immediately received.

The shields were at max, the engines were stopped and the hyperdrive was in cool down,"Bring weapon systems online and charge main battery" Maizono took a moment to analyze the situation, all the while under fire. The commander also thought it best to announce her presence to the others already in system.

"Send a message indicating our presence and objective"

"And what might that be, commander?", the communications officer asked.

"Escort", she replied.

"Yes, ma'am", the officer said, before sending the message to the other vessels in the area.

"Weapons ready, commander"

Maizono nodded to her weapons officer. The turbolasers aboard the vessel came to life just as the commander gave out the order,"Main battery open fire on the station's defensive systems" The station was no doubt a burning mess already, Unrelenting was just mopping up the leftovers.

The Unrelenting's hanger doors remained closed, and no fighters flew out. These cruisers had a very poor fighter compliment, so it was pointless. Instead, the vessel opened fire on any enemy starfighters daring to come near her.

 

[Darth Veles]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kon7TiNIgzQ​

Objective II, Varunda IX Spaceport
[member="Isla Ashen"] and others

Another system would adorn the First Order’s collection soon, all thanks to the brilliant minds that had taken advantage of the current unrest, stepping in as a temporary peace-keeping force that would stay, permanently. A wise strategy, actually; by inviting the First Order, the government had sealed Zarnathea’s fate and handed it over into Imperial hands. Now it was time to forcefully unite them all under the red banner, turn every single sentient on that planet into a loyal and productive follower and extinguish any and all resistance that refused to submit to their new way of life. Darth Veles eagerly looked forward to the final results, though always his own man, he had opted for something different than dealing with the insurgents and other issues currently plaguing Zarnathea, leaving it to others to handle. Partially because he despised slavery, but mostly due to lacking any official position within the First Order, which banned him from employing certain rebellion-quenching tactics of his that displayed uncharacteristic brutality.

The situation on Varunda IX called for a subtler approach – and the Sith Lord needed to ensure some overly-eager fool did not start a needless conflict to drain the First Order’s precious resources. While hardly a member of the knights of Ren, Veles still posed as an independent advisor, enjoying the freedom it offered. Senior knights and officers would therefore lead the mission, the Mon Cal an observer to steer the Ren in a better direction if needed. He looked forward to this, finally having a chance to see how the Force users handled such delicate operations. Pacifists should not be difficult to handle, their religion theoretically a victim to be abused in the First Order’s favour. After all, peace, one of the Tyia religion’s core aspects, could be achieved through numerous ways. Great cunning a requirement for this task. A Sith quality.

Your Deathbed rocked through the atmosphere, penetrating the natural shield like a concealed dagger sliding into bare flesh. The green jewel soon revealed its natural beauty, a result of years signed by hard work and perseverance. As the sleek features of his stealth vessel neared the designated landing pad, the Sith Lord’s senses picked subtle ripples spreading through the surface of the Force; this familiar presence cast a smile on his face, memories concerning their training still fresh. Without a hitch, the intimidating ship gently touched the solid surface, all movement killed in an instant. Just a minute later, Veles marched down the boarding ramp, wielding his characteristic cane to mask the limp creeping into his steady pace.

Several sentients already stood ready to welcome the visitors, emissaries of the First Order’s will. Unlike the training session and the previous expedition, this would be Isla’s game to play.

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

Post 1

Allies - [member="Matthias Hux"], [member="Pierce Fortan III"], [member="Nils Brenner"], [member="Greta Kohler"], [member="Ishana Pavanos"], [member="Nova Casamyr"], , [member="Jezebel Marcos"] [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"]

Objective 3

Location-Concordia briefing room

She was quite nervous, that being said this was her first combat flight missions once she graduated from the Academy, but she didn't show it it was a cool calm face on the outside as she listned amd reviewed the mission on the screen by her....seemed pretty simple at least on paper it was a standard shake out of the pirates, with a search and destroy open mixed in with it

When they were dismissed she stood and briskly made her way pasted Roderick and gave a nod before making her way quickly to her tie

15 is all she had, 5 for engine check, 5 for system check, and 5 to mentally prepare for the mission, that is how she did it, it allowed for a total check and clearing of the mind.

And so she began first quickly checking the engine looking it over adusting a few things here and there before nodding closing it and moved up in the cockpit...it was amazing, she looked around as she got sat in and started looking everything over...it all seemed good systems running at 100% life support functional weapons at ready...yea everything was good

She watched as a man got into the gunner seat..she almost forgot these things had such...but no matter he had his own check to do...

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

Objective: III
Location: Resurgent-class Star Destroyer Vindicator
[1/20]

It was all competently done, Cyrus figured, as he watched the battle play out from the central display in the TFCC. The commander in charge of the four-ship attack force had used VSD's as a shield, a central wedge to drive the pirate frigates apart and then picked them apart with superior firepower from his Star Destroyer, all while cutting off their retreat by use of a 418.

He had, however, managed to maneuver one of the VSD's into a position where it was subject to fire from multiple frigates at once, resulting in a few moments where the shields had been overloaded and necessitating the committing of the Vindicator to the fight.

It was still a damn sight more interesting than coordinating the logistics of the ground assault, so Cyrus busied himself with tracking the flight schedules and watching the coordination at work as the various ships in the strike group launched their fighters to conduct a sweep of the system.

Whereas he had been unimpressed by the fleet command (with no deference at all to the accomplishment of destroying several of the frigates in a very rapid period of time) Cyrus found himself quite impressed by the speed and accuracy of the launches. The One Sith approach to strike craft had been pretty simple, throw as many of them at the problem as possible, but the First Order seemed to value the role and versatility of a snubfighter.

Cyrus had built his knowledge of warfare for the last couple decades on fleet maneuvers and inherently supported roles. Strike craft had always been a means to an end, simply establish superiority in concert with support ships and go from there. Perhaps there was still room to learn new tactics.

He made his way to the command bridge and entered without fanfare, though a quick-eyed tech still managed to shout 'Admiral on the bridge' before he'd made his way to the designated fleet commander's chair. There he observed impassively as [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] directed the destruction of the pirate station. As before it was all competently done, but he doubted anyone figured that these pirates had been a good fight.

It was a good vantage point to watch the starfighter corps at work, though.

 

[Valessia Brentioch]

Objective: 4 - Riflor
Allies: [member="Natasi Fortan"], [member="Darell Irani"], [member="Dunames Lopez"]| First Order
Enemies: N/A
Location: FIV Frontrunner; Riflor
Post: 3 // ??

Valessia set her coffee down and made the adjustment on her notes, "Iron Crown Shipyard, and where are they looking to build? I'll need to check with the Ministry of Transportation - ensure permits have been properly secured," she was silent while Natasi spoke of Darell's interest, it didn't bother her one way or the other if he cared to build there or not the First Imperial Order would survive with or without him, frankly. "I did indeed, and since that is the case I'll need to speak with logistics personally and see who's been authorizing these papers and deal with them directly."

She leaned over and picked up her cup of coffee and brought to her lips taking a sip, "mhmm they had been and Kleve is on a high priority, although for what reasons I couldn't tell you - it's classified by the Navy, Applied Sciences and Intel, apparently." After taking another sip she sets her coffee cup and looks over her data tablet toward the Grand Moff. "Well what we have is Kleve is expanding quite rapidly, far beyond their own capabilities of sustaining the growth and they've been requesting aid, in fact Field Marshal Vaas was just there to see them along with High Colonel Graush and... a Knight of Ren, although what a Knight of Ren was doing there - again, I couldn't tell you." She paused and flipped through the report, "supplies meant for Kleve ended up going to Yalara, which as you can imagine has caused all kinds of problems throughout our supply chains, but as we speak I am taking care of this."

Valessia brought up her liaison's holo, "Ensign - can you get in touch with Commander Cyone, let her know I've taken care of the problem and then I need you to speak with Merton's Commander as well, thank you." The Ensign only nodded and then was off holo. "But you'll definitely need to handle Star Tours dipping into our resources, I can manage all the other issues we're having otherwise."

"Ah well - only a little ahead of you in that arena I'm afraid, luckily I believe I'll be able to charm my way through with my knowledge of Imperial history." Valessia says with a smile to the Grand Moff as she leans back into her chair.

 

[Druchi]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfRMuzlW5hc

Objective One.
Post One.
Involves: @Rexus Wenck @Asharad Graush
Location: Nar'Tan City Streets, Firefight.

Kierel was reminded of something she had heard Navy officers joke the Stormtroopers are a weapon to fired by the Navy to deal with the mess. Kierel had never been a part of something so huge. When the landers had dropped and thousands of troopers had stormed the city. Not a shot fired. The streets deserted. she saw children watching. She gave a little wave. They scuttled away to hide, one of the aliens coming over and drawing the curtains and no doubt hushing them to stay quiet. For a long time the only sound to be heard was the roaring of TIE engines and the thrum of low hanging Star Destroyers. Her squad had been patrolling the streets but honestly? There had been barely a peep. This was an overwhelming show of force. She'd heard the platoon Captain talking earlier that over a million soldiers were here to curtail the rioting. She knew she wasn't just here to crush some silly little riot. This was an invasion in all but name.

She had wondered idly if the sheer cost of moving so many resources to this world was worth it. There had to be something more valuable than slaves here to the First Order. From what little she'd read the people here were barbarians and treated these other sentients like she would treat a cup. In a way it was good the Empire was buying these 'Val' from these people they’d get better treatment in the First Order. But she couldn't help feel something in her chest that told her this was all wrong. It wasn't just the enormous cost of the operation, the sheer number of Star Destroyers she had seen when they entered system. What could these people really have that was so valuable? What did the Supreme Leader hope to prove? Kierel knew her galactic history there were always other motives beneath the surface. But slavery was the pretext for the operation. And slavery was a personal experience she hated to recall.

She looked back at the window where the alien children had been. She could feel the weight of history as forever more this would be the day that the First Order invaded this planet. There would be historical works, there would be accounts, maybe those children would remember the sight of dozens of TIE fighters and hundreds of stormtroopers bursting into homes and searching entire blocks. Maybe they’d remember the trooper, Kierel that waved at them as they hid in fear. And in hundreds of years it'd still debated. Kierel took a moment beside one of the houses and did the only thing she could think of doing. She scratched on the wall Kierel Ortis was here [=. maybe they'd look her up in a holodocumentery in the future. More likely it'd be forgotten.

Shaken from these thoughts by the whistling of mortar fire. she recognised it from the Academy. She heard the crack of blaster fire and the crack of return fire. The faint sound of screaming. The University. She began moving towards the sound of gunfire with her squad, the sergeant making sure they stayed low. She took a last glance to the window. The light was off now. The roar of gunboats sailed overhead. They’re going to torch it - flatten anyone in their way. As they rounded the corner to cut off any escape from their enemies the sergeant took a hit it went straight through his helmet. She hadn’t known him well honestly, but it sent her into a bit of shock. He hadn’t been much older than her and now his faceplate was torn all the way through indented. She didn’t have time to think she commanded.

“Jaxor, Ranx get down covering fire, Telor get the corpse out of here. Everyone else into that house. We can cover their breakout from there.”

The troopers charged into the house, the screaming of one of the aliens as it hid beneath a table. Seven stormtroopers under fire entering anyone's house had to ruin their day. They began opening window shutters and firing back in the general direction of the fire they had taken. She called out when she had eyes on the first of the avian aliens. She brought her blaster up. Stay low, stay in cover, breathe, fire. The first bolt missed, the second hit its leg and as it tumbled the third seemed to hit its spine and it lay there spasming. The fire of her squad began cutting down the fleeing aliens. She reached for her comm. One of the troopers at the window took a blast that sent him flying 10ft or so backwards. His armour shattered at the front. Already another trooper took his place firing. She knew the Empire would win here. It was just a case if she would live to see it.

“Anyone out there please respond this is Private DZ-921 Ortis I’ve taken command of first squad 2nd platoon 212th. Needing support from any nearby units please respond. Two KIA. Vax agitators at the attached coordinates rear of the Market spot. Under fire and needing reinforced. Out.”

 

[Serah Oricion]

Objective: 2
Post: 1
Location: Landing at Varunda's Starport.
Others here: [member="Isla Ashen"] [member="Darth Veles"](Fishsticks)

Serah sighed as her ship lowered into the sky of the planet called Varunda, curious about it but knowing that she had a job to do. The planet's name was Varunda, an Ithorian colonized world with a strong force based religion before them. Normally that was a good thing as you could drie one to fanaticism with the right incentive but Ithorians were difficult. Aside from their normal pacifism, they are generally a devoted people which makes things a bit harder when it comes to working against them. Luckily the planet had second group occupying its surface and one that might be a bit easier to sway.

IT seemed like she had arrived early, but she was unsure and dropped from the cockpit of her fighter, landing on the ground with a small grunt before standing up and brushing herself off. Nothing problematic it seemed as far as docking authorities went. Of course, she had to hand over any weapons minus the saber she said was part of her right as a Jedi to carry... the title having been said to ease the docking official compared to if she had said Sith or what she really was, that being a Knight of Ren.

She was curious about the other knights she would meet here for this mission, knowing that some of them likely were more experienced when it came to dealing with local populations. She had always been a more calm person, but she was someone who preferred to be a shadow rather than on the front lines, something she had the chance to do this day.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Riflor orbit
Post: 2/30
Allies: [member="Darell Irani"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Valessia Brentioch"]
Objective: Open trade routes from Riflor to other planets in First Order worlds

"We're being hailed"

"On screen"

"Greetings, Star Tours. Looks like the Grand Moff has suspected Logistical Command of arranging some party of having stolen supplies earmarked for Kleve, barring that, the Ministry of Transportation held such suspicions"

"No, Logistical Command would not tolerate Star Tours stealing supplies from them. We delivered supplies to Merton and Hexham; we were never given missions from their part to deliver anything to Kleve and Star Tours would never touch military supplies without direct orders from Logistical Command: my role on Riflor is to simply attempt the opening of shipping routes from and to Riflor, independently of what Logistical Command may ask and they never told us anything about Kleve"

How could Star Tours keep getting involved in First Order affairs, beyond, well, bread-and-circuses or shipping? Star Tours was one of the Big Three in the world of space shipping, although [member="Darell Irani"] didn't know it. Its rise was, simply put, meteoric. Hopefully Merrily would be able to speak enough Advb to actually do what they were out on Riflor for. WA-7 droids weren't protocol droids but they were able to do human-cyborg relations in a pinch. They were perhaps a poor man's protocol droid. But unfortunately, Dunames feel it is best to leave Valessia butter up the Advb officials with her knowledge of Imperial history before Dunames attempts to land on Riflor to even get the shipping accords signed - Dunames has a special vision of what it means to serve the best interests of the First Order that is a little different from the norm. Nevertheless, despite the suspicions among the high administration of the First Order, she hadn't betrayed the First Order. That much was abundantly clear. But she wouldn't let that get in the way of Star Tours.

"Were the supplies in question on Lipsec before?"

 

[Progflaw99]

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Objective: 2 -

Spoiler

Meet with local religious and cultural officials to determine any possible resistance to the First Order. If they resist, remind them of the power of the Supreme Leader and his loyal Knights.

Location: Varunda IX
In Vicinity: [member="Isla Ashen"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Serah Oricion"]
Post: 1
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"Sometimes you're the ant, others you're the kid with the giant magnifying glass."​

​

The latter was particularly true considering the current state of affairs. The First Order may not have always been the kid with the magnifying glass but it was now and their sights were set on Varuna IX among others. Phenex had read the information he could find on the people of Varunda IX but not gleaned much from it. Apparently the people living there were philosophers, idealists maybe, not far off from himself he thought.. but no.. these people appeared to be misguided. Among the records of Varunda IX he had found a mention of Tyia. It was a philosophy of peace and honor. Phenex sneered. These people.. they were insignificant in the grand scheme of the Order but they had been tasked with scouting them, ensuring that their ideals and beliefs would not be a threat to the First Order. The S'kytri had his doubts about it but this particular task had to be carried out with a measure of subtlety.

His ship was larger than most, in part due to his height, a towering 7' 2''. Many common ships used by the Knights of Ren and their neophytes were simply put, too small or not friendly to his anatomy. He certainly was an anomaly in their ranks, the only S'kytri to his knowledge to have been accepted by the Order. It had been... interesting so far to say in the least. He'd arrived before the others, landing at a separate landing pad due to his ship's size. Thankfully he hadn't had to say much to the natives as of yet, upon landing the natives had led him towards where the others would be landing. Now he stood there, looming behind them as he waited for the others of the Order to approach.

He wore dark robes, a subtle undertone of red contained within the fabric only barely noticeable. The flowing folds of fabric covered his form well, his wings hidden from sight. For now, he wore his robes with the hood pulled low, obscuring his features though one could tell his skin was blue. In his right hand he wielded a slim Vibro-Lance, much like a Force Pike but longer in length. He rested one end on the ground, using it as a walking stick for now, the sharp rapport on the ground the only thing breaking the silence as they arrived at the landing pads. Now he would wait for the others...

 

[Visser Chernykh]

Post 1/ Objective 2
Allies: [member="Phenex Ren"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Isla Ashen"] | [member="Serah Oricion"]
The surface of Varunda IX

Mael Ren hadn't come to Varunda for diplomatic niceties. He'd avoided the main spaceport in favor of a platform further into the jungle. He'd ignored the sqauwking of the local authorities to their consternation. They wouldn't dare to shoot him down while he broadcasted a First Order signature.

Landing in the clearing had required all of his concentration. Tall trees boxed him in on all sides and animals scattered in the wake of his craft. He exited via the boarding ramp after shutting down the vessel. Across the clearing waited a single figure.

Mael smiled in satisfaction as he halted at the foot of the ramp. A plant-like Revwien who practically glowed with the Light side. As well it should being of the Tyia he'd come to seek. That it was here meant he didn't have to make a possibly long and fruitless search.

It remained perfectly still even as the dark being approached. There was no feeling of fear coming from this one. Only a feeling of calm acceptance of what was to come. It mirrored the jungle behind it in this way.

Mael stopped two meters from the Revwien. It was of a height with him and it had leaves of deep red. Below the central stalk were ten leaves in that purple so dark it was almost black. The stalk itself was of a lighter shade of purple and ribbed.

They stood without speaking for several long moments. Finally the human broke the silence in his artificial voice.

"You knew I was coming," this was not a question.

"We could feel the darkness descend from the sky," came the soft voice of an elderly female.

Mael nodded.

"You come alone and unarmed. Brave of you."

"Whatever happens is guided by the Force," said the female with an almost off-handed gesture with one of it's appendages. It was answer enough. The Tyia didn't practice violence even in defense of their lives.

It wasn't false bravery which made her speak so. Tyia truly believed in their religion of the Force.

"You're afraid, stranger," she said without mockery. They didn't mock but only told the truth. Or the truth as they saw it. Mael shook his head.

"No, simply wary of ambush."

"You know we will not attack you," she said with amusement "Still, you hide your face."

Mael tilted his head in though. He remained silent for a moment as he considered. No anger rose as he'd expected it to. He felt instead a sense of contemplation.

Then he did something he'd not done for two years except before the presence of one. Mael Ren removed his helm....

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Objective 1
Post XV
Involves:[member="Asharad Graush"] / [member="Kierel"]http://starwarsrp.net/user/12408-asharad-graush/http://starwarsrp.net/user/12408-asharad-graush/
Location: Market in East Nar'Tan

Rexus watched as his troopers went into ambush mode, hiding and readying themselves to destroy any threat that came their way. Rexus was silent until he heard a report from his recon unit. "Lieutenant," the sergeant said.

"Yeah, what is it sergeant?" He asked "Found a flanking route here?"

"Yes sir, alley two blocks from here, leads right around back to the market place." The stormtrooper reported.

"Alright, good job gentlemen, return to base." Rexus ordered, he didn't want his troops being out there more than they needed to be.

"Will do sir, over and out."

Wenck leaned back a little inside of the hovel, and breathed a sigh of relief. Good, there was an out for them now. It wasn't much, and there'd probably be casualties during any eventual fall back, but at the very least there was something to aim for. He wistfully looked through a window at the setting sun. Despite all the poodoo he'd been through today, Rexus at least didn't mind that sight. He smiled a little under the helmet, till a frantic comms signal went online.

“Anyone out there please respond this is Private DZ-921 Ortis I’ve taken command of first squad 2nd platoon 212th. Needing support from any nearby units please respond. Two KIA. Vax agitators at the attached coordinates rear of the Market spot. Under fire and needing reinforced. Out.”

Poodoo. Troopers needing help. Having not heard from the colonel in a while, Rexus took the call. "First squad of 212, this is is 6th platoon of the 4th colonial garrison, we have heard your signal, and are sending a squad to assist. Where are you being attacked from?" he asked, before tuning into the Gunners comms, "I need a squad of volunteers, we have allies under attack here."

Immediately, every squad sergeant said the same thing, "We'll do it!"

Rexus rolled his eyes, "First squadron, with me, we'll regroup a block down, understood?"

"Yes sir!"

"Good, let's help our brothers then!"

 

[Thresh Sken]

Objective 1
Post 1
Allies: [member="Rexus Wenck"] (somewhere in the city)

I stepped off my transport, breathing in deeply as I strolled away from it. It was good to be on solid ground again. Dressed in dark garb and clothing, I was instantly distinguishable as.... well, not a local. My goal here was to stop the rioting, find the dissenting local forces and... persuade them to see the right way, the stopping of the Nar'iin rioters. With my double-bladed weapon at my side, I strolled down the nearest alleyway closest to me, looking for trouble to put a stop to. Or just waiting for it to find me.

I wondered if the inhabitants of the area would associate me with the Stormtroopers that were scouring the city currently, gradually locking down one coordinate after another. As I slid into the shadows of the alleyway, I heard some blaster fire in the distance. No doubt some rioters or resisters had been found. Had they really thought to put up a fight against the overwhelming power of the First Order present here? I shook my head, bearing my fangs in a smile. They would soon learn. It just might take some time.

 

[Samka Derith]

Objective: 2
Post: 01
Allies: [member="Mael Ren"] [member="Phenex Ren"] [member="Serah Oricion"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Isla Ashen"]
Location: Varunda IX, Spaceport

Samka Derith stood at the sidelines of the gathering group, reviewing her notes on Tyia faith. On the surface it appeared to be the usual babbling of the cowardly pacifisim common to the light side of the Force but there had to be something deeper to it. If her studies were correct, Emperor Palpatine himself had studied the faith and if such a man could find some merit in their belief then it would be arrogant of her to deny it completely. She would consider this something of a cultural exchange between their peoples. How the others approached their objective was another matter.

Sam had dressed in formal clothing, a long purple dress and a modest touch of make up to accent a blush and longer eye lashes. Nothing too extravagant but, unlike her colleagues, she had not come dressed for combat but to make a good impression. She would play the role of 'the nice one' for today. That's not to say she was defenceless, far from it. As always in situations like this, her lightsaber was strapped to her thigh under the dress.

Sam tucked the holo away into a bag hung over her shoulder and moved towards the others, "Are we expecting anyone else?" She asked as she approached the other dark force users. "It would not do well to keep our hosts waiting."

She eyed the mon calamari with particular interest, she'd heard of this Darth Veles. A Sith Lord who was proving himself a fine ally of the Supreme Leader. Having Sith so heavily involved in their affairs was not something Sam felt at ease with but she would judge the man on his behaviour on this mission more than the order he belonged to.

The others were strangers, hopefully none of them would be loose cannons and start a needless war with pacifists. If history was any indication, the Ithorians were an easily coerced race so surely this wouldn't prove so difficult for such a powerful group.

 

[Isla Ashen]

Objective: 2
Location: Surface of Varunda IX
Allies: [member="Phenex Ren"], [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Serah Oricion"], [member="Mael Ren"], [member="Samka Derith"]
Post: 2

Isla’s boots stood upon the solid ground of Varunda IX, her back turned to her ship as she began to leave it behind. Her steps were evenly paced and slightly brisk, the hem of her dark cloak swept gently over the ground as she went. The Knight of Ren tilted her head back just slightly, viewing the scene before her from beneath the fold of her hood. It would be apparent to any watching that the woman on approach was tall, slim, and quite pale. Her signature flame-hued hair was also visible; a long plait cascaded over her shoulder in the front.

It wasn’t long before she was greeted by a native of Varunda IX; he bowed respectfully and began to take Isla to meet the others that had already arrived. She remained silent as she walked a few paces behind the alien man, her emerald eyes on the back of his head. Her arms swayed easily at her sides, gloved hands brushed against the side of her trousers, every so often her right hand would bump against her black saber hilt – almost just to make certain it was there.

Isla’s gaze shifted from the alien to the small crowd that had gathered, her eyes finding the towering form of man. He stood far taller than most there, his figure shrouded in dark robes. Her eyes narrowed just slightly, his presence was not familiar. Next, her attention shifted to a fellow female Ren. Isla took in her appearance as well, brunette, young – perhaps close to her own age, and a few inches shorter than she was.

“Greetings,” Isla said simply, looking to each Ren present. “I am Ashen Ren.”

The Knight shifted slightly, hearing a voice to her side.

She nodded a silent greeting to Samka Derith – though the two had never directly interacted, Isla had seen her before. It seemed that they had quite a little group formed, rounded out by the presence of the Mon Cal – Darth Veles.

“I believe we are ready,” She glanced from Samka to the alien man that had accompanied her. His arm came away from his side, gesturing for the Knights of Ren to follow. Any late arrivals would need to catch up quickly, or find their own way.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 4

As [member="Darell Irani"] re-entered the cabin, a brief tone across the ship's intercom sounded, and the captain came on a moment later to announce: "Your Excellency, honored guests, we are reverting to realspace in thirty seconds, at which time we will be making our final approach to Riflor. We expect a smooth transition and journey to the surface, but due to the tectonic nature of the planet, procedure dictates that any and all valuables or fragile belongings be securely stowed. Should you have any questions or require assistance, a Navy steward will be pleased to help you." The captain disengaged.

Natasi sipped her coffee and stood, wandering over to the viewport, where the mottled blue and white and black of hyperspace travel was filtered out by a shade. She opened the shade then, staring out into the mysterious shapes and colors of hyperspace, until right on schedule, the blur of color became starlines, then a thousand points of light, painting the spacescape outside the viewport. Riflor was looming large in front of them, growing ever larger in the viewport. "Here goes nothing," Natasi said, turning back to [member="Valessia Brentioch"] and Irani. She handed her cup and saucer to a Navy steward and collected her briefcase, which she would hand to Sioux momentarily.

As they strolled down the hall, Natasi leaned close to Irani so they wouldn't be overheard. "Out of mild curiosity, what exactly is Iron Crown trying to achieve here? Is it just the repulsorlift technology they've developed, or is there some other element?"

 

[Darth Veles]

Objective II, Varunda IX Spaceport
[member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Mael Ren"], [member="Phenex Ren"], [member="Serah Oricion"]

Many new signatures chirped through the Force as the knights of Ren appeared one after another, allowing the Mon Cal to roughly feel and judge their strength, with Isla and one new, pale and brown-haired knight with green eyes coming out as the victors, their presence slightly more powerful. Soon enough, the amphibious Sith Lord joined the small gathering as well, taking in the unknown faces. Veles’ cybernetic eye immediately hunted them down, studying the way they walked and their apparel. Anything unique or uncommon about their person to tell him more about their habits, strengths and weaknesses, just as he had done with Isla’s hunter-like pace.

It took a second to recognize Samka Derith – he had witnessed her performance during the galactic games, this was the first opportunity to meet her up close, though his gaze soon shifted towards the obvious surprise, a towering non-human adding to the First Order’s racial diversity. Definitely an uncommon sight, meaning the man’s position within the knights of Ren alone spoke volumes of his skills. For all the human high culture firmly integrated in the First Order itself, gifted aliens willing to embrace the new ideology faced little trouble.

Offering them his signature smile and a simple nod as a greeting before granting a respectful bow to the red-headed Ren’s native companion, Darth Veles spared no words, for his only intention was to observe unless the situation required his direct intervention. Once his amber gaze parted from the Ren, the Mon Cal closed his bulbous eyes and took a minute to taste the pure sensation of peace radiated through the Force, noting that the murky, darkened signatures of the Ren acted like shining beacons in this war-free environment. Without a warning or explanation, Veles extinguished his presence in the Force like a candle.

He sincerely hoped this mission would not see a blood-crazed trainee run off to start a needless war with the pacifist inhabitants – the Darth had witnessed way too many of those during his time with the One Sith, but that counted among the Sith’s reasons to justify his presence here. Another being the selfish desire to add the religion’s knowledge and philosophy into the growing collection of his. This lust for power and knowledge has certainly been the main driving force lately. Obviously; a Banite working alongside another Rule of Two adherent, Veles could not afford to skip a single opportunity of learning, for doing so would mean his demise. With that thought swirling through his mind, the amphibian followed the group, preferring to stay in the back, a silent stalker.

 

[Druchi]

Objective One.
Post Two.
Involves: @Rexus Wenck@Asharad Graush
Location: Nar'Tan City Streets, Firefight.

The fear was gripping her, the seconds seemed to take planetary rotations to go by. It was in the brief lull in blaster fire that she really felt her flight instincts kick in. It was screaming at every tendon in her body to run to get out to stop. After what seemed like a century the sweetest news informed her that help was on the way.

"First squad of 212, this is is 6th platoon of the 4th colonial garrison, we have heard your signal, and are sending a squad to assist. Where are you being attacked from?"
“6th by the Throne is it good to hear your voice, we’re being attacked from the North side, enemy caught us by surprise we’re pinned down but holding.” at that point a blaster bolts began peppering the house. “Will hold till you get here. Over.”

She raised her blaster to the windowsill and cautiously peered out. She spotted some larger heavy weapon, it seemed to be cooling down. The gunner spotted her and as he began traversing the gun towards her. The ionisation and after screech of her blaster sounded in her brain. She had fired on instinct blasted through the Avian. The naked aggression welled up in her. She didn’t care what this stupid conflict was about. She’d lost friends here now. She took aim again, more avians fell. Her squad began joining in. The return fire was an orchestra. A bolt clipped her shoulder and blew the armour piece off. She looked at the injury, she could see she was bleeding. It hurt like hell. Kierel grasped around and dragged herself back up. And she laughed. Her squad laughed and whooped. Yes they were her squad now.

“Jax cover the sides they may try to flank us."

Telor threw a frag into the alley where the fire was coming from. They could see the aliens were using a small alley wall for cover. The heavier weapon lay abandoned none daring to enter the open to reach it. She watched as the frag tumbled and turned in the air skidding softly. As their enemies fled from cover she took down another two. Internally something in her marked ‘four’. Already more fire was coming from the rest of the street. There weren’t that many left but there were a lot more than just seven stormtroopers. If they could wipe out this batch of resistance then the whole planet would see the price of trying to mess with the stormtroopers and they’d know soon enough what a mistake that was.

A grenade landed just outside the house door and Jaxor was blown back into the hall. The debris forced her to duck. We really needed those reinforcements. The brief lull in the blaster fire and suddenly the tempo picked up. She heard a TIE fly over making an attack but the clicking and squaking of the aliens and the blaster fire resumed. It reached another crescendo with another grenade and more debris thrown into the house. A fair sized hole existed where the doorway had once been and blaster fire was pouring into it. Kierel felt the aggression well up in her. They had better hurry up.

 

[William Kerkov Sr]

Objective 3
Post III
Accompanied Person(s) and Personnel: N/A
Location: Resurgent-class Star Destroyer Triumph, In orbit of Osir-Isis

When the Triumph, and it's escorts reached the dark side of the moon, now only 200 km away from the approaching pirate vessels, the Grand Admiral laughed, "Obviously I overestimated the enemy force." The radar picked up all the enemy signatures, two small pirate space stations, and a dozen or two pirate frigates and whatever fighter complements they may have. His initial intelligence reports were way off and he would surely make a complaint, but now was not the time to worry about such trivial matters. He now had to coordinate his two excess ships either back to First Order space or to support the main invasion force in this sector.

Quickly he gave orders to the comms officer and the two Resurgent-class star destroyers broke off from the Triumph either heading towards the bulk of the fleet or back to First Order space. Either way they wouldn't be needed here. The comms officer interrupted his thoughts, "Sir the vessels are not transmitting any codes nor any declaration of surrender sir," The captain turned to his commanding officer, "Course of action sir?" Kerkov scratched his chin, "Maintain current speed, continue transmitting our commands. Make sure all ordnance systems are at full power, keep our ion canons and turbo lasers pointed at their armaments, we will not take chances."

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Riflor orbit
Post: 3/30
Allies: [member="Darell Irani"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Valessia Brentioch"]
Objective: Open trade routes from Riflor to other planets in First Order worlds

"We are making our final approach towards Riflor. However, given the strong tectonic disturbances on the planet, I would kindly ask for everyone to safely stow each personal belonging"

"Roger"

"Come, Merrily, we are to form up with Valessia on the surface and wait for her. No weapons, just the dress I wore back at the ball that I did next to nothing in it. And perhaps a datapad"

"In Advb: perhaps I can fill in the gaps for Valessia, Natasi, Darell and you"

"You might not be programmed with seven million of forms of communication but you have accumulated a few thousand of them stemming from you being 900 years old"

While a 900-year-old droid would have had numerous memory wipes, surely the languages programmed with it would not be a huge problem. Merrily may not be a protocol droid, but at least she isn't totally useless to Dunames or the other visitors in the First Order delegation. Natasi, onboard the Frontrunner, has brought Valessia and Darell with her according to its transponder manifest. Hopefully what business Star Tours does have is different from the business Iron Crown Enterprises have, but with Star Tours negotiating with foreign entities is rather straightforward: it's about either shipping or tourism. No other possible things. No implements of destruction, no technological manufacturing, it's simply a service. A service of capital economic importance but a service nonetheless. Surely the Advb would understand that and where does Star Tours fit in this. From there the first flight from Riflor to, say, Lipsec or Lanteeb would be flown in short order after the dominion ends. This dominion is a trap! She didn't do it in any official capacity this time around, unlike the last five dominions or so.

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Objective: 1
Post: 2
Allies: [member="Kierel"] [member="Rexus Wenck"]

Vaas could see the look of concern growing on President Gral'dul's face as the battle began to heat up outside. He had most likely come to the realization that the city of Nar'Tan would be taking considerable damage today as the partisans were rooted out and destroyed. But buildings could be rebuilt, infrastructure repaired. It was a small price to pay for Gral'dul getting to keep his office, and likely his life, and the sooner he realized it the better.

Vaas gave Gral'dul a sidelong glance while surveying the unfolding battlefield in real time on a holoboard in the President's office. The red glow from the holographic display of the battle bled onto Ludolf's face as he returned his attention to it, taking note of the action below. The battle had not gotten too hot yet, but action was already heavy in a few areas. He had received the transmission from Dz-921, and having ample resources at his disposal at the moment, he would send the appropriate assistance.

He sent out a communication to the radios of Kierel and Rexus Wenck.

"All units in the area, this is Field Marshal Vaas. Coordinates received. Please be advised, artillery support incoming. Repeat, heavy artillery support incoming."

The Stormtroopers would likely know that that meant they needed to find a place to hunker down - and fast. The First Order had also brought their walkers today, and one of the hulking monoliths was slowly turning the street corner, its presence announced by its thunderous footsteps on the road below. The head of the four-legged steel beast slowly pivoted, and locked on to the coordinates that Kierel had provided. After a moment of silence, it unleashed a deafening one-two punch of turbolaser fire at the enemy.