Campaign Rampage of the Palace | Episode 1 - Mining Colony Rebellion

[BobertEZ]

Very few, if any, Empire is infallible. This is the lesson the Sith, and many others, have failed to learn time and time again, their failure always culminating in the fall and evaporation of their structure and society. Rebellions, insurrectionists, dissidents, spies, and so on and on and on have been the downfall of every Empire before the current, and decades, if not centuries of progress and innovation are quickly lost to the voids of time and space, never to be seen again.

Carnifex's Empire would not be another one of those Empires. And the Vodvtaki would make sure of that.

However, despite this certainty, the Empire is threatened by a betrayal of the highest caliber: a Sith Lord has abandoned her comrades in favor of complete, totalitarian power of her own accord, aligning with a notorious pirate band operating in the shadows of the Tingel Arm. With their aid, the Sith Lord has enraptured the denizens of the Shaa mining colony, a favored source of exonium and mythra. Now outfitted with a conglomerate of pirates, mercenaries, and thousands of disillusioned Imperial miners armed with enhanced mining equipment and pirate weaponry, the Sith Lord's plan seems all but assured.

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Time to prove her wrong.

"The complex, multilayered interior of the Siege Palace can be described in a number of ways, the most common being regally militaristic and archaically mystical with hints of traditional rusticity. It is a magnificent marvel of engineering and architecture, fine-tuned to the point of excessive perfection and equipped with a plethora of weaponry and gadgets beyond conception. It is the Vodvtaki and it is the pride of the Wolf of Noxis and his family. Thirty kilometers in total of mobile wrath and fury soaring through the stars in search of planets to destroy, cultures to assimilate, and populations to eradicate. It is glorious machinery, a symbol of excellence and domination in a Galaxy constantly vying for control and victory against the constant waves of Chaos. The Vodvtaki offers a reprieve from that Chaos."

"You are utterly insufferable, do you know that?" Xan suddenly asked, breaking Lorale away from his pen and paper.

"Could you not interrupt me when I am writing?" he retorted irritatedly, glaring as his sister fitted her metallic chest plate in preparation for the coming battle. "I need to focus so it is perfect."

Xan scoffed at this and tightened the straps of the chest plate to seal the gaps, "You read aloud when you write like a toddler. Are you not supposed to be one of the most intelligent Sith in the Empire?"

The Sith Lord tossed the pen and paper aside in a huff and rose to his feet, sagging his head down to meet the nearly defiant gaze of his sister, "That status belongs to many others, like Kascalion or...Talia."

A small chirping sound conveniently made its presence known as Lorale began searching for his chosen gear for the mission, leaving Xan to answer the holocall from the Wolf's second-in-command, Admiral Tyths Lore. A digitized, blue image of the exceptionally mustached Admiral appeared in the center of the lounge, visibly surprised by Xan Imcro being his respondent rather than his Sith Master, "My Lord...Imcro. I called to inform you that we are approaching the Shaa mining colony on time as planned."

Lorale quickly returned with his armored robes half on, almost as if to keep Xan from responding in any way, and cleared his throat, "Have the preparations been completed?"

Admiral Lore nodded, "All soldiers assigned to the ground assault have been readied and stationed in the Draco Sector with Lord Kascalion. The starfighters and bombers have also been assigned and repaired and are set to launch against the station in orbit. The accompanying party of Sith that you requested have also been made aware of our imminent arrival, although where they choose to fight is, of course, been left to their own decision per your orders."

Lorale's scarlet lips curled ever so slightly into a smile at these words, "Good. Send out a ship-wide transmission: battle commences upon our arrival at the colony. I want a clear path to the planet made by our starships."

"Are we to anchor to the colony, my Lord?" the Admiral inquired tactically.

The Wolf fastened the straps of his robes and extended his hands to summon his lightsabers, "Not yet. I want every transport and the corvettes to bring out soldiers to the ground. When the enemy forces have been pushed back significantly, then we shall anchor for evacuation procedures before we render this planet inhabitable."

The Wolf did not wait to hear the response of his second. Instead, he swiftly departed his room for the command bridge one sector down, intent on leading the initial fight from his proper position and not from that of a brutal, psychotic warrior. That, he would leave for his brother. As expected, the bridge was ravenous with activity as the automated systems began counting down to arrival at the colony. Pilots fidgeted with buttons, flipped switches, responded to orders from the onboard officers, and gave orders of their own, all in the effort to guarantee that the opening moments of the Vodvtaki's disembarkment from hyperspace would go as smoothly as possible.

Lorale promptly took his seat at the helm of the dreadnought, a smile as hot as a newborn sun cracking his face in twain, "Once we exit hyperspace, I want maximum power to shields and the Ion Cannons. No vessel of these scum will escape our wrath."

6...5...4...3...2...1. Killing time.

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Objective One | Mine Collapse: The Sith Lord, Darth Ormegush, has taken control of the Shaa mining colony, turning its many cities and towns into well-armed fortresses supported by an army of her own vile creations and machinations. Alongside this army stands thick walls of the cities, autoblaster emplacements, traps, and reprogrammed droids, all threatening to any soul seeking to invade this newfound power. Take to the ground and prove that these mean nothing to Imperial Justice and Sith Vengeance. 200,000 Legionnaires await your beck and call. Lead them to glory and push these foes back into their precious mines. Various locations of import include the capital of Sto'ok, the main mining factory some miles away from the capital, and the pirate headquarters deep in the mythra mines.

Objective Two | Orbital Strike: As part of the colony's internal structure, a large space station was constructed in orbit to serve as a hub for the trading of ores and goods. Now, it serves as the hub for Darth Ormegush's ramshackle fleet that boasts of its immense power. Starfighters, bombers, corvettes, frigates, cruisers, and even a star destroyer serve as the orbital defense of the rogue Sith's world. Send them crashing to the planet's surface and show them what a true star fleet's power looks like. 104 squadrons await your orders. Hit them where it hurts.

Objective Three | BYOO: Develop your story. Fight against the enemy fleet or on the ground. Or don't. This is your time and your new chapter.

 

[Tuuli Miles]

Modified Objective 2: Commandeer Exterminator-class heavy corvette.

Tuuli grinned as he moved subtly along with his small group of men along with Vigdis Zambrano he glanced around and nodded as they started to move purposefully towards where the Heavy Corvettes were stored while in transport. In his mind the key to fitting in revolved around acting like you belonged as such he lead the way calmly in a non descript imperial officers uniform nodding to those who looked semi important. A grin crossed his lips again his mismatched Blue and Violet eyes flashing as they walked up the boarding ramp and onto a ship. He moved towards the bridge calmly as his men spread out slowly moving those who were on the ship off of it using the excuse that they had boarded the wrong ship in the first place to slowly filter the standard crew out of the way. By the time Tuuli had made his way to the bridge the ship was crewed by a skeleton crew of his men and he had a plan smirking he took a seat in the commanders chair and looked up. "Alright follow the plan we launch with the others and move to a wing of the fight away from the Siege Palace. Disable as many ships as possible so the rest of those who are on their way can filter onto them and take command. From there we help the Empire take down this rogue sith of theirs who just so happens to be working with those who refuse to acknowledge my father. As such two birds with one very large and probably unneeded stone."

Tuuli's grin widened as the order to launch came through and the first few corvettes launched finally he sent the recognition of the order and stood gesturing ahead calmly. "Helmsman ahead flank bring us about twenty degrees once we are out of the hangar than ahead full to cross to our desired position as quickly as possible." He watched as the hangar slowly left his field of view and than the corvette swung around moving faster towards the location he had indicated. Finally as they were moving Tuuli turned to Vigdis curiously and tilted his head as he spoke to her directly. "SO The Sith are here to deal with someone who wants to break away right? Some Darth Oreo chick or something yeah?"

BobertEZ

 

[Delilah Brujav]

Objective II: Orbital Strike

Finally, it was time to actually go to work. Crews had been ordered to be combat ready two hours ago, and the squadrons had been ordered to be ready to launch. Standing at her command console, Captain Brujav was restless, inching to plunge headlong into battle against the enemy. Now she would have her chance. Perhaps she was a glory hound to some, but the truth was she had spent years of her life just to get into an opportunity such as this. A typical commander would get on the intercom system, give some rousing speech about how victory had to be obtained at any cost, but she wasn't a typical commander now was she? She had words for her troops of course, but this was no rally speech; she had expectations, and they were to meet them. She looked to her helmsman and asked for an ETA, and was told five minutes. Perfect. She pressed down on the intercom, letting her voice echo through out the ship as the crews were putting on the final touches of their stations.

"Attention, all crew, this your captain speaking." She started, her eyes looking over the reports that hinted at enemy resistance, already knowing the role she was to play in this battle. "We are about to arrive into battle with the rest of our brothers and sisters, and we will meet these foes with teeth bared and sights set. Victory will be achieved at any cost, and the twisted wreckage of these traitors will be cast through the atmosphere of the world, screaming the death throes of those that defile the Empire. This is how I expect this battle to play out, and I trust every single one of you will put your training and skills to good use. May we bring glory to the Emperor, and a crushing defeat upon our enemies. I will say no more. Man your stations, say your prayers, and let's send these rotten schutta's to the afterlife." She released the intercom, feeling rather satisfied, though she knew no one would dare share what they thought of her words. As the Acclimation came out of lightspeed, the target was apparent. The rest of the fleet was shifting towards the target, and it was time to get the fighters out and into combat. "Helmsman, plot a course towards the ship yards. Commander, start the clearing on squadrons one, three, and five, and have two, four, and six on stand by. Deploy shields, have the turrents on standby to engage enemy fighters, and slid us in at the rear of the formation." They would need to stay at the back of the fleet, keep the carrier protected, and use the smaller cruisers and frigates to protect against the heavy turbolasers. It seemed some Corvettes were already moving to intercept the enemy fighters, which would be fine if they had more fighter support. "Status on the interceptors commander?" Brujav barked, turning to face the flight coordinator. "They are launching now Captain, the bombers are already prepped to launch once we are in range." She let out a soft sigh, as she looked to the early battle reports coming in. So far, so good, but Delilah knew all to well one truth about warfare; no plan ever survived first contact with the enemy.

Tuuli Miles

 

[Lark]

Objective Uno: Mine Collapse
Tags: BobertEZ (maybe) and anyone else that wants to partay in the Mines

"Will these men and women we fight against not burn at your betrayal?" Lark asked a longtime pirate friend of his.

Despite the year or so the two had known each other, the pirate had refused to share his name with Lark. The man had helped with Sith business before, and despite his skill as a swordsman and pilot, the man ardently refused any position in the Sith Empire. "Tis' true, normally we have some code of conduct that binds us all together," the pirate replied. "And I've likely shared a drink with more than one of them folks. But you're far too much fun to give up on right now. Aye, our story is just beginning."

Lark had a sneaking suspicion the pirate was much more than he appeared. After training under one of the most accomplished duelists in the galaxy, Lark was confident in his abilities as a swordsman. And the pirate had either dueled him to a standstill or beaten him in every mock battle they had. And the man had hinted that their was some connection between the two that Lark hadn't picked up on. Who are you, pirate? Why shroud yourself in secrecy? What is it that you're hiding?

"You know something about my past," Lark guessed. "But in some ways, you're a lot like I am. What sort of game do I need to play for you to tell me what I want to know?"

The pirate laughed, heart full of rum. "Bout' time you asked! Howsa bout this: Whoever plays a bigger part in taking these mining pits from these pricks, wins! You win, I tell you somethin' about your past. I'll even help you discover some things you don't know. I win, and you help me find something I've been searching for. Sound fair?"

In Lark's case, there was unimaginable danger when it came to drifting into his past. Perhaps the pirate's story was the same. Lark had always said he would do anything it took in order to solve the enigma of his history. So his answer was an easy one.

"May the more devious man win."

 

[Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt]

Objective 1 : Mine Collapse : Main Mining Facility
Allies: Anyone who ends up on ground side!
Post: 1

They were already twenty seven standard hours into the deployment under black out protocol, the majority having been spent hiking in from drop off point. Only two hour ago had the bulk of Genesis reached the optimal staging points surrounding the behemoth. They were on loan out to other parts of the Legion for an undetermined amount of time; scouting and serving as the forerunner. All rifle platoons deployed to the surrounding area, escorting the explosives team in. The mining operation looming on the horizon bathed in a smoking haze.

“The facility is..” one ranger’s voice drifted over the localized comm, still in awe of the megastructure. The chatter was minimal as squads traded watch, reporting changes to the teams on the field and data for the relay. The ridge they were skulking along was just outside the hot-zone, the earth wasted and the active camo had adjusted to the scorched terrain.

The Colonel was laid out in the shadow of a larger rock left in the wake of the mine stripping, adjusting binoc range; getting a feel for the stage. They had already determined the patrols were in scattered intervals, then there were mounted weapons to bulk up wall defense. The docking bay had heightened activity but they were waiting on the fourth team’s return for report on specifics.

Any approach had been considered carefully, done only in small numbers, dodging the mercenaries sporadic vehicle movements. Part of Rifle Team Three marching back in to regroup with them from far side reconnaissance, any sabotage opportunities had been given the green light.

“No minefields detected yet ma'am,” Captain Appw’rii comm’d over.

Voi’kryt pushed herself back with a heavy sigh, if they didn’t have minefields they had to have something worse in store surely. Voi’kryt flagged a trooper up to take over her post before easing herself down the small incline behind the ridge. Soot from the factory output covers most of this side of the facility; covering their plate and adding cover. The third rifle team was filing into the small camp when she motioned the lieutenant over to join her, dispensing formalities as the man reported in. The logistics team were huddled under the darkened tarp in the small gulley, an enigma pattern shrouding the holomap and transmitter on the ground.

“Keep scanning Appw’rii,” Voi’kryt droned, ducking under the tarp and joining the woman, planting a knee in the dirt as she reached over to access the map. The lieutenant squeezing under just behind her. “Their mixed cannon mounts are a hodge podge, heavy to medium. They’re dug in and still operating and who knows what they’ll pull. Rifle Team Three, can you confirm the ion cannon status at the top of the facility?”

“Active with no other sightings, ma’am,” the trooper answered, tapping the location. Appw’rii adjusted the layout adding it to the defense list, the holomap flickering briefly before a red dot hovered it’s location.

“Can’t identify any of the mercs origins, patrol ships are fortified heavily similar to the UT-HRT..They’ll either fight to the death or scatter after a harsh assault,” Appw’rii said, swiping through one the stills captured from one the field team’s Acumens.

“How far is the fourth squad out? Three, you’re dismissed” Voi’kryt tilted the interface on her wrist, checking the synced timer. Appw’rii flashed both hands four times and Lyra nodded, throwing the sign. The lieutenant ducked out and Appw’rii started adjusting the scanner. “Open a low frequency channel, get the report now and tell them to pull out. Prepare an encrypted transmission to get this relayed back to command. Shavit show should be starting any time now. They might just bombard the place for all I know..”

The Lieutenant set a countdown of ten minutes and there was a pause over the line before Rifle Team Four responded. Voi’Kryt listened to the exchange over the comms. The hanger was housing merc ships and smaller transports. Appw’rii tracked the information adding it to the holomap, adjusting the relay before shutting down the lines with a curt cut to communications.

The transmission was switched to relay, the points of interest loading and transferring back to main command in preparations for the mass deployment.

“Sergeant, I want all squads on standby by for orders,” Voi’Kryt turned the trooper at her right, his helm bobbed before exiting. Slinging her rifle, she checked the Jackal as the time ticked down.

 

[Vigdis Zambrano]

Objective II
Tuuli Miles

Vigdis stayed in a serene silence while she trotted off with Tuuli and the crew. He spoke of stones about to be thrown, machinations in the teenaged mind, which struck a smile on Vigdis’ usually neutral face. How easy it all seemed in the beginning, watching the crew switch and Tuuli sit in the command chair.

The ship began to move. Two Handmaidens stayed at Vigdis’ shoulders, a scatter of guards flowing around the command deck, and the ship to protect the daughter of Darth Prazutis.

“Omegush. Darth Omegush. It behooves us to destroy her and her vile creations, for she grows too large of head and far too tall.” Sliding her gloved hand against the command chair, Vigdis watched the teen carefully. Wondering what else he was planning. “Darth Oreo it is. Her fleet thinks it’s powerful, she thinks she can move against us and destabilize what we’ve built. So? We shall prove her incorrect.”