Dominion Rust In Peace - NIO Dominion of Ord Mantell

[Marlon Sularen]

Location | Ord Mantell , Outside of Abandoned Corporate Headquarters
Objective | B.Y.O.O [Devastate the Capital]
Focus | Listib Hibin

Spoiler: Wraith Squadron

• Primary Flagship - Agitator-Class Super Heavy Battlecruiser
• Secondary Flagship - Bellidux-Class Star Battlecruiser
• Phaetra-Class Star Carrier [x1]
• Endurance-Class Fleet Carrier[x1]
• Inceptus-Class Assault Ship [x4]
• Intercessor-Class Star Destroyer [x4]
• Starfighter Compliment
  • 41 Tie Drone Squadrons [1,008 Total]
  • 30 Tie Outlander Squadrons [480 Total]
  • 20 Tie Slasher Squadrons [240 Total]
  • 10 Tie Vanguard Squadrons [80 Total]
• Support Craft Compliment
  • 6 Phantom-Class Shuttle Squadrons [20 Total]
  • 15 RDAGx Squadrons [40 Total]
  • 18 Tie Bruiser Squadrons [144 Total]
  • 9 Tie Mauler Squadrons [72 Total]
• Ground Forces
  • New Imperial Marine Commandos [60 Total]
  • Crimson Stormtroopers [375 Total]
  • Neo-Imperial Filibusters [422 Dead , 71 Injured , 257 Alive]
  • Phase I Dark Troopers [240 Total]
  • AT-MPT Light Walker [30 Total]

As Marlon Sularen entered the briefing room of his Flagship the Predator near the bridge , he immediately contacted his subordinates to make sure that they were ready for the assault on Worlport. "Aight gentlemen roll call." Marlon stated. One-by-one Marlon Sularen's Subordinates would response. "Marshal Gunther Torson present , General Kavilios present , Captain Ladron present , Captain Marlo pre-" suddenly Captain Marlo's reply was cut off by and Marlon lost contact with Marlo. "Captain Marlo?" Marlon said somewhat confused. "CAPTAIN MARLO" Marlon said again at a high tone.

Then an officer came into the briefing room and informed Marlon and his subordinates of the current situation. "Sir we have caught word that the remaining Factories of Haon Hafey have been destroyed by explosions of unknown cause." the Officer said. "BLAST" Marlon shouted slamming his fist on the holographic table. "How about Captain Marlo?" Marlon asked. "We don't have confirmation on whether he is alive or not. But all we we estimate that 3 quarters of our Filibusters patrolling the area were killed and Half of the survivors are injured." the Officer said.

Marlon then looked at the holograms of his 3 remaining subordinates. "Call off the Attack" Marlon Said "I want all of our forces to establish a perimeter within a 20 mile radius from the blast zone and all of our TIE Maulers to search for whoever is responsible for this." Though General Kavilios and Captain Ladron where hesitant Marshal Torson objected. "Sir shouldn't we focus on more important stuff like conquering Worlport?" "No Marshal Torson" Marlon replied. "Whoever did this must be affiliated to the Zweihander Union or even an agent of Haon Hafey himself. If we capture him we'll be able to know what that son of a queen is up to. Now get your Walkers. We have some Zweihander Union cronnies to hunt down" Marlon ordered and then he ended the transmission.

This was an outrage , Marlon knew this was surely the works of Haon Hafey and his Zweihander Allies and this was starting to make him mad. First the Bounty and now this. The Union was really bold to think that they could strike at Marlon Sularen here on Ord Mantell. In Marlon's mind he would destroy Worlport along with whoever destroyed his facilities as a example to the Union. Fuel with rage , Marlon headed to his bridge and simply said. "Wherever this guy is , whoever he is. I will find him and i will make him suffer. This will be the LAST TIME THESE UNION CRONIES INTERFERE WITH MY PLAN"

 

[Irveric Tavlar]

// IMPERATOR //
// OBJECTIVE //: OPERATION : PEACE SELLS... BUT WHO'S BUYING?
// ADDRESSING //: Skorvek | Lucien Dooku
// FOCUS //: Tyrell Paxxus | Lunafreya Solidor | Boram Predor | Warchief Waddles

Fighting and winning battles somehow seemed to be far more of a novel task than managing government. At least it certainly seemed that way to Irveric. Perhaps to the other great Galactic leaders such as Emmen Tagge , this chosen arena was far more fitting, as far removed as it was from reality. Everything felt diverting from the grander existential struggle that the Sith Empire presented. Well into the path of victory, still the meat, blood and bones between their locale and Bastion felt incalculable even as they crept closer.

But failing to balance out the home front would bring about a swift downfall to this treasonous nation state all the same. Speaking up in a purely political fashion (a rarity for the Sovereign Imperator, even in his position as a head of state.) , Irveric made his verdict known.

"I understand and sympathize with the concerns of the Sons of Mandalore and Alor'aan Bralor. Enemies within can prove to be far more dangerous than the enemies you know. All the same, only so much can be based on here-say and supposed truths. I will appoint Lucien Dooku to oversee a committee of those he chooses to investigate the past dealings of Skovek, unless there is any compelling evidence of wrongdoing directly relating to the Sith Empire or Sith-Imperial aligned figures comes to light, he shall remain as the ruler of Erebos so long as it abides by all New Imperial laws and mandates. If that concludes the topic of our assembly, I consider it adjourned. " Irveric stated outright, carrying his voice in its usual placid inflection, fitting for this arena not to concede any insight to his emotions.

 

[HK-212215]

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Location: Ord Mantell - Hover Train 8432
Task: Defend the Tram, Bash the State
Tags: IG-3000 Kolson Vrask Qrgyl Ud Loske Treicolt Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt Aerith Castiella Ra Vizsla
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There were several targets that were gaining on the train, inching their way further and further along the cars, several of them stood out rather bluntly to the droid. Sighting down his scatterblaster, pulling it back to his hip as he fiddled with the Electric Eye, ironically something also employed by the NIO, before sighting down the blaster once more. He wanted names, at least, what he could manage for names. Linking up with the holonet and cycling through faces and idenitites could do some good, but right now, when you're staring down the barrel at a gathering of armored foes, armor who's entire point was to sort out some form of uniformity, there was little to be gleamed. The most he was able to gleam from the sights and the link on the closest target, a black clad solider, who seemed insistant on rolling about, was that he belonged to a spec ops detachment of the Imperial Military, past that? The droid couldn't pull up a single detail. He nearly missed the ion blast that exploded from the trooper and went wry off into the distance as he toyed with the sight, seeing if it could get a proper reading. However, with the round hewed at him, skirting off track, the droid allowed his head to follow the shot before snapping back to the trooper. This just wouldn't do...

And then, further back, landing in relatively recently, was someone he was able to get an actual read on. Someone that his electric eye managed to pull up at least some information on, if it was at the very least, a bare minimum. Ra Vizsla? Yes, that was the name. Though past that, all he could managed to pull up on the wayward figure was the fact that he was a Mandalorian, and not much past that.

Regardless, at the end of the day, they were targets. The scatterblaster's stock was brought to the droid's shoulder, and a rather lax grip was settled around the pump before the trigger fell. Exploding outwards, a miasma of bolts came spewing out of the barrel of the shotgun like device. Odds are, he was far out of effect range for the weapon, though with mechanical certainty, he would fire, cycle, fire, cycle, over and over again down the length of the train as he kept his stead pace down the line of carts, taking care to hop over gaps when he came to them.

 

[Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt]

// Legion Commander Voi'kryt //
// Objective I : PSYCHOTRON
// Focus : Loske Treicolt Kolson Vrask IG-3000 HK-212215@Ra Vizsla

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<<”I don’t know what you want from me, I am a beautiful butterfly Leske....Lock? Looske? Whatever you name is!">> Lyra rolled her eyes, an exacerbated noise tearing through her throat as she ducked low. The chin of her helmet scraping the rusting metal of scrap heap. The growing curve of the train, drawing her weight aside and she dug her hand in fast as it screeched along its track. Skirting along the top of the hauler under the stray blaster fire, Lyra followed the troopers ahead. The comms a second thought as she stared down the rows of cars through the haze.

<<”Yeah yeah don’t work too hard Jedi,”>> she muttered.

Following their trail of fire, following the movements of Kolson Vrask as the clearance post sweeped past. Kept her head low as it streamed past and she released a shaky breath. The magnetic clamps activated with a hum, and the woman steadied herself as she brought her rifle to sights. One sweep of their field and her sights landed on a few useless clankers-half welded and in poorer condition then half the planet. Lips pressed into a thin line and she did not hesitate to lay three quick bursts down, sending the trash heaps careening into the abyss and sparking.

Staring down the rows of cars, the woman crawled forward keeping low. The team seemed to be handling the infestation but the A.I hyper fixed itself upon a blue cast droid at the head of the pack. Red lines narrowing in upon the weapon in its hand, a sudden scattering of bolts hailing down their direction and Lyra released her hold on the car, letting herself roll back further. Adrenaline coursing through her veins, sharper to react but she reasoned the probability of getting hit at the back of the pack.. well the HUD did the work for her running the numbers and Lyra scoffed to herself. Weighing her rifle in hand before picking herself up, she wasn’t an engineer but the thing looked tougher than the average lot slinging plasma at them.

<<”Hey boys, keep your heads down!”>> Lyra said, warning the trooper team.

Standing up, Lyra swung her center of gravity low as she bent her knees hefting up her vambrace. Setting the hellion in her sights, Lyra let the A.I guide the trajectory to make up for the wind resistance-aiming the mounted rocket. Clicking her tongue, the thing sputtered and whistled through the air, the escalator shot whizzing up the rows of train cars at the droid HK-212215

 

[DK-03]

Objective: Ashes In Your Mouth

A traveler stopped by, witnessing a large phallic symbol created out of scrap. His mouth gaped open, the creation of trash was massive ...and fairly offensive looking. The traveler looked to his family, covering their eyes.

"Don't look," one could hear the man say, staring up at the long erected structure.

An explosion of trash in a nearby mound as the Darktrooper erupted from his swimming amongst the trashyard, holding out his hands to stay the passerby's trauma.

"It's not what you think!"

The traveler roared back. "YOU'RE DISGUSTING."

"No, plea-"

The man ushered his family quickly out of the area, his wife turning back in tears to condemn the Darktrooper once more with an offensive hand gesture.

DK-03 sank to his knees, staring at his structure of trash.

"....it's just a trash burrito........."​

 

[Ra Vizsla]

// VANDAL // Storm Commando
// OBJECTIVE // OPERATION : PSYCHOTRON
// FOCUS // I IG-3000 | HK-212215 | Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt | Loske Treicolt

Commotion erupted from the direction in which Ra was last scene as his Batallion, the 403rd, had stepped back and was watching Ra fight a rather large pyschotic looking droid one on one.

It seemed like a very epic undertaking, and Ra had foregone all weapons and was only using his fists - however, it was hard to see from the main action. There were several blows thrown, and the droid looked like it was winning. Far more agile than his predecessor had been, however, Ra dropped and swept the droid from under it's legs. With a thunderous crash, the droid fell on his back, and a flying elbow was seen above the crowd of Stormtroopers as Commander Vizsla relentlessly continued his onslaught.

As most had become accustomed to of Ra's feats, he wasn't yet contributing to the main overarching goal - more displaying his theatrical presence and justifying his existence as one of the top warriors in the army of the Empire.

Or so his follower's liked to think.

The Stormtroopers began to roar, indulging in the theatrics. "Ra... RA..... RA!"

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Objective I - OPERATION: PSYCHOTRON // GA Rep //

// JSTP // Frank
Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt // Kolson Vrask // Ra Vizsla // HK-212215 // IG-3000

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The din and sheer pressure of the wind between the train cars muted any of the chatter over the shared comms. Even with her helm up, the slam of the air was disorienting and she recoiled once Frank sent a vibration that affirmed he'd received her scan.

Which meant she was only able to catch the tail end of the imp commander's muttering. Her lips twitched in amusement, and her helmet receded once she was back inside the cabin. <What was that, commander? Work smart, not hard?>

This is going to take me a few minutes. The astromech explained while he went about scanning and connecting. With the initial rendering from the explosive mark, he was able to seek out replicas throughout the architecture of the train. They were scattered about every other or third car, with a higher concentration collected near the front of the train for the initial blast to incapacitate the train and whatever the were entering. Likely depending on velocity to carry the ripple effect of the explosion backward to incapacitate the rest of the stringed vehicles.

<Right.. I'll sit pretty and cover you then.> The blonde murmured, looking toward the ceiling of the train car she was in. The roof quivered with the resounding reverberations from the activity above. There was even chanting and a pointed whistling sound that made her brows arch and she stepped back to try and peer through the opening she'd carved through earlier. There was nothing but the blue sky above, and the odd streak of electric hues. <I think we got the boring job. Good thing we're just the cameo, I guess.>

Everything's linked. Frank confirmed after a few minutes of silence through introspective working.

Loske nodded once, and the astromech registered it as the command. All throughout the train, any of the explosives mirroring the chemistry and manufacturing of the one Loske had scanned would slowly sputter, fizzle, and implode on themselves in puffs of smoke. Rendering them useless for the finalé of planned fireworks.

Before any celebratory communications were shared, the jedi waited for her droid to give the update that the deed was done. When it came, she translated back to the team on the roof.

<Explosives are disarmed. Thanks for attracting all the attention up there.>

Pause. Smirk.

<Need some help with the droids?>

 

[Listib Hibin]

It had been a long drive through the sewer sections, a very long one. After ten to fifteen minutes of driving, he would reach the end of his destination as he pulled out near an old smugglers hanger bay port near the coast line of the river. It was conveniently covered in a lot of moss webbing and some cloaking generators to mimic on the outside what appeared to be foliage. On the inside it appeared to be an old cave system, barely large enough for a good small freighter to which one was parked there. Pushing a button on the top of his dash, the light freighter, a rather old YT-2550 as it was longer than it was wide. Driving up the ramp, he would push a button as it would go back up and then would lock the YT-2550 down. Getting out, he would slowly stroll through the interior of what he called the ship, "The Leo".

Going into the cockpit area, he would slowly shift himself over as the windows were tinted from the outside, allowing him some form of privacy. The light freighter was not armed at all, just mainly used for speed and transportation. Tapping the glass on front, he would see the fuel status on the indicator to which he still had over three quarters. Giving a smile, he would keep it on very low power and relax. His job was done and he just needed to wait out the storm for a little while. He would be gone in a few days, almost no trace of him whatsoever would remain. Getting a nearby glass bottle, he would sip from it and watch the river from his side as the other side showed just a small dirt wall.

What a great day.

 

[DK-03]

Objective: Ashes In Your Mouth

DK-03 could be seen from a distance sitting in front of his trash burrito as fire began to consume it.

The Darktrooper had lit fire to it, and accomplished nothing else with his time while in the Scrapyard. He had watched many people serve the Faction diligently, but personally, all the Darktrooper had accomplished was the giant erection of a trash burrito. It was a weird thing, it was a beautiful thing, and it was DK-03's thing. The people of the Scrapyard may not have fully appreciated it, and that had very possibly damaged and/or traumatized DK-03's feelings.

And now he was burning it all to the ground.

He sat, as dusk began set upon the Scrapyard, holding his feet and staring at the burrito quietly.

Perhaps one day, they would understand.