Put those things back where they came from, or so help me [New Order Dominion of Bimmiel]

[RC 212]

Surface
Vong nest Alpha 1

The pods had dropped and now Strain and his five black armored and cloaked commandos crawled out. The wreckage smoked as he kicked the remainder of the door off, and snatched up his Slugthrower Repeater. The filtration systems in his mask blocked out the toxic fumes of the Vong hive nest as it spewed it organic shaping matter through the air.

Black eyes scanned the area, getting a good readout of the nest. It seemed to be linked to the hive brain, which was somehow east, a far ways away. Nevertheless, Strain would find it, and destroy it.

"All systems go. Where now?" A fellow Exterminator asked him.

Just then Vong warriors, buglike and tall charged them from the treelines, swinging their amphistaffs madly. They were only a hundred meters out, but it did not panic the squad as they looked them over and then raised their rifles in unison.

"Forwards, initiate extermination protocol."

The slughtrower repeaters whined as the mini barrels spun up and then sonic speed slugs ripped through the air, turning vong carpaces to hamburger. Some of them tried to charge through the hailstorm, but the relentless onslaught of rounds dropped them, tearing flesh and bone to bits of matter.

One did make it and ran right up on Strain. He was met with a heavy armored fist, and his skull cracked, brain splashing everywhere.

"It seems these subjects are weaker than thought. Continue through the ambush to hive, eliminate the hive."

 

[Darth Ayra]

Darth Ayra stood on the bridge of the Xo'xaan-class Star Destroyer, called the Burning Star. She had arrived in the Bimmiel system to finish the dominion and subsequent annexation of it. Began by Darth Vulcanus, she was now finishing his last contribution to the New Order, following the failure of the Dromund Kaas invasion. Folding her hands into the sleeves of her Sith robe, she watched events from the Star's observational deck.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Darth Ayra"]

Surface
Vong nest Alpha-1

<Feed connection established>
.....(Source helmet camera, Exterminator Squadron)--//Classified feed//
RECIPEINT?
<Burning Star Command bridge>>>>Connection secure>>>Link ongoing>

The hulking power armored warriors pressed forwards as more vong began to spill from the hive. High caliber rounds smashed their bodies and mowed them don like grass in a field. These seemed to be of a lesser caste, as evidenced by their poor fighting technique. When the Slughtrowr repeater went dry Strain dropped it against his chest and drew his .50 cal pistol. The two vong warriors before him charged, but it was no use as the monstrous warrior let out a trio of rounds from each, exploding brain from skull and dropping them with smoking holes in their craniums.

At last they were close enough to the nest to burn it. It was a huge structure, purple and green in nature. It's bio organic claws reached upwards above the treelines and it oozed spores still. The air was thickening as the nest tried to encase the bunch in goo.

"Pass the flame thrower."

A huge plasma flame thrower the size of TK himself was pressed into his hands by a fellow exterminator. He hefted it with his massive power fists and pulled back on the lever. The blaze of hell that spewed forth was glorious. White hot and purple flames bellowed into the hive, charring the outside.

Vong screamed as they cooked inside, unable to escape. Still the flames burned and burned, continuing to melt the structure down and reduce parts of it to ash.

"Estimated ten minute until total extermination. Begin preparations for Landing Zone. This will be our primary staging area."

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="TK-4261 Strain"] |

"My Lord, we have reports coming from the surface," said a nearby officer.
"Yes, what of it?" replied Ayra.
"We are being told that an engagement has begun between our troops and Vong on the planet."
"I see, keep me apprised."

She then turned her gaze back onto space, watching Mirial swirl beneath her. An extraordinary sight, for an extraordinary person.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Darth Ayra"]

Surface
Vong nest Alpha-1

The nest quivered in it death throes as the flames licked and caressed it, like evil tendrils of a kraken. The Vong inside never made it out as it burned. Finally Strain released the trigger, and the flames stopped. All that remained was silence and the sounds of the wind blowing through the trees. He watched with evil beady eyes through his helmet as the blazing bonfire of a hive burned down low.

On the perimeter the other Exterminators were setting trench charges and began to unpack the mobile stun wire rolls from the drop pods. Strain turned back to his own pod and punched a code sequence into the panel inside. Antennas sprang out of the sides and the pod became a mobile relay station, broadcasting and receiving the channels of the New Order.

He was not much for hearts and minds, but it was the orders given.

The charges exploded with a deafening sound, shaking the earth and gouging deep man sized trenches in her. As they ran to and fro Strain and the other Exterminators began to unravel the stun wire around the outside of the trenches, looping it around poles that they hammered in with their power fists, in one mighty blow.

E-web emplacements went up next on the four corners, and as a team they rolled the wreckage of the other drop pods into place, slicing them up to reconstruct hasty fighting positions. When it was over the LZ had been established. A 100 by 50 meter area of security, to land the additional forces.

"I’m calling up to higher, sit tight."

They only nodded in acknowledgment as Strain opened his comms to the Burning Star.

"TK-4261 Exterminator squadron to Actual. We have eliminated the outlying vong nest and set up a secure LZ. Be advised hostile bugs may be in the are. I have located two additional nests nearby, and a mother nest beyond that. Begin the landing of ground forces, we are headed to Vong Nest Alpha 2, location is marked on the TAC map. TK out."

 

[Yruss Shien]

Shien would walk down the corridor of the Star Destroyer, his eyes following along the walls as he steps around a corner. His destination was simple: Hanger 6-G where a shuttle awaited him to fly him down to the surface is commanded by [member="Darth Ayra"] or anyone else considered a Sith Master/Lord of the New Order. Continuing on his way Shien would hold his dual hilts in visible sight as he make his march towards the hanger. Each step bringing him closer and closer to it. And within minutes he had arrived, the hanger door sitting in front of him. Taking a moment to look at the metal and the design of the door and to collect his thoughts. Lately Shien has been all over in his mind. Ranging from massacres to sitting alone with sadness and anger boiling in him. Shaking his head free from his thoughts, he would push it all away and step forwards. The metal door automatically opening as Shien came into range of the motion sensor. Stepping into the hanger, multiple engineers would be scurrying around working on a number of shuttles and fighters. One shuttle would sit in the room not being worked on. Shien knew that one was for him. Stepping off towards his destination a small smile forming on his face, the thought of another person on the end of his saber warming him and giving him a small amount of comfort.
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As Shien stepped onto the shuttle he would make his way to a seat, a pilot already assigned to fly him down. Pulling out his datacomm. He would tune the channel over to [member="Darth Ayra"] so that he may get the go ahead to begin his mission.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Yruss Shien"] |

Darth Ayra lowered her gaze to the chrono on her hand. It was designed to accept holo communications, as well as telling the time and when necessary in certain situations, it was tied to the Niathal-class transport that the Sith Lord used personally. It could retract the landing clamps of the ship, lower it's landing ramp, open it's doors and even start it's impulse engines; all of which were useful for a quick getaway. She hadn't needed to do all of this yet, but it didn't hurt to be cautious and meticlious in her preparations for future events. Something she had learned from her Sith Master. (@Enigma)

"Yruss Shien, I presume?" said the Dark Lord of the Sith, her eyes set on the small hologram of the Sith Knight.

 

[Yruss Shien]

Shien would nod his head as he watched the hologram before him. "Yes M'lord." Shien would speak with a harsh raspy voice. Cold and no doubt used to the harsh ways of Sith. Shien would stand and keep his eye on [member="Darth Ayra"] who was communicating with him.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Yruss Shien"] |

"My forces are planet side, but all is not going to plan... the dominion of Bimmiel is taking far too long," Ayra replied, her face creased in frustration. She waited for the Sith Knight's response.

 

[Yruss Shien]

Shien would nod slightly and turn towards the pilot a small and faint grin forming on his face. Stepping towards the cockpit Shien would speak slow to [member="Darth Ayra"] his voice sounding soft but cold and calculating as he steps further from the datacomm. "And your wish. M'lord?" Already knowing the answer to the question Shien would give the pilot the go ahead to start the engines and prepare to leave the hanger.