Dominion Rust In Peace - NIO Dominion of Ord Mantell

[Listib Hibin]

....Activation Measure: Zeta
....Message Sent
....Hot Received, Accepted

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The loud sound of the engine roaring would blow out from the back of the old Darkal "Voltage" which had seen better days. The old company, Hot Destruction Company had been going through a slow phase over the years, with his kidnapping that occurred and his subsequent rescue months ago. Haon and Listib went back a few years, trading information and secrets to excel in their projects though...a favor was called in, to settle him getting rescued. An old section of the industrial sector had a small hidden facility Haon used during his days as a Metal Lord to produce new technology which he deemed vital to be destroyed or acquired if possible.

When the explosives went off that destroyed Haons own headquarters, most of the Factories went up with it, save for a few that got overrun early on. Shipyard in orbit was pretty much destroyed with the Restoration Dreadnought being the main focus, the other one being hauled off in pieces once the laughing stock of the Zweihander Union retreated. Possibly worse for them was how much that message of help was broadcasted with all evidence pointing to SularenCo and their minions. Virtually almost no economy of Have Gun Will Travel remained, not even a single blueprint save for what was in this facility. The data servers were all on the headquarter building which been destroyed with Throium Charges but the only one with redudent ones, were right there.

Shifting another gear, he started to slow down as he got to the entrance of an old sewer section. Turning on the headlights, he started to drive down as the autonavigational computer turned on and started to guide him through the maze of old sewer sections long forgotten. Taking a glance to the right of his seat, he still had an old C-22 Frag Storm Shotgun he carried around after escaping his cell and beside it, a DH-23 blaster pistol. No armor was on him this time, he had to stay out of sight and with this disguise of a vehicle, it fit quite well. Question was...what did Haon make down here? He gave no details other than destroy or acquire. Something was down here...and he hoped it was not something to come bite him later on.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

Location | Ord Mantell , Outside of Abandoned Corporate Headquarters
Objective | B.Y.O.O [Secure Hafey's Facilities and Seize Worlport]
Focus | N/A

Spoiler: Marlon's Forces

• 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 [750 Total]
  • Phase I Dark Troopers [240 Total]
  • AT-MPT Light Walker [30 Total]

As the Gunships and Shuttles approached Haon Hafey's Former Corporate Headquarters , Marlon could see the formal damage done during the Battle fought between Dorian Sevanar and the Zweihander Union. Hafey's former Corporate Headquarters had been severely damaged along with neighboring facilities as Hafey employed a scorched earth tactic decimating both his own and Sevanar's Troops leaving a bunch of bodies and ruined walkers and tanks to litter the former battlefield.

As Sularen's Task Force landed they were greeted by 750 Neo-Imperial Filibusters , Mercenaries at the service of Marlon Sularen. Thousands of these mercenaries were employed throughout the Outer Rim and assembled into a large collection of troops at the service of Marlon Sularen but most of them never came back as Haon Hafey devastated them with his scorched earth tactics. After the carnage there were only a few hundred Mercenaries left though they were supplemented by local mercenaries though their numbers hadn't gone as high as before. Nevertheless the presence of these troops were enough to move forth and prepare for his assault on Worlport and dislodge the Keshiri Government-in-exile.

As Marlon Sularen exited his Phantom-Class Shuttle escorted by New Imperial Marine Commandos , one of the leading Neo-Imperial Filibusters , Captain Mario approached him. "Welcome boss. We've secured the Facilities as you ask though i do not know why you asked us to secure facilities that have been extensively damaged. It would take..." the Captain was suddenly interrupted by the New Imperial Commodore. "I've payed you to secure those facilities and protect them from external threats Captain not to ask me questions. I will need you to assemble the rest of the Filibusters for we are to move against Worlport soon enough. Once the Second Wave arrives we'll scar this Planet and make them pay for their treachery. Is that understood Captain" Marlon ordered somewhat irritated. "Yes boss" Mario said before leaving with the others.

Then Marlon Sularen proceeded to head for what was left of Haon Hafey's Headquarters. Marlon intended to look around and see how he could build new facilities on the foundations of the destroyed facilities of his enemies. As he entered the ruined Headquarters he was a bit disappointed , Dorian had rushed the entire attack preventing the capture of Haon Hafey and now that his Facilities were in ruins it would take millions if not billions to repair the damage. Luckily Sularen had secret funding from allies in the Deep Core , the Core and the Colonies who provided him with the money needed to pay his mercenaries and rebuild those facilities. To his estimates it would take a year and a few months to get these facilities back up and running though Marlon was in no Hurry. Ord Mantell would soon serve as a new Base for his Shadow Imperium and the first of his many bases he would establish within the NIO. Soon enough all would be revealed and Marlon's Resurgence would be complete.

 

[Listib Hibin]

The large rumble of the engine would slowly cease after nearly half an hour driving through the sewer section, the water just reaching half of the tires height. Giving a small sigh, he opened the door then closed it with the alarm set as there was a small walkway up as he took it as it clanged loudly on every step. Getting towards the main door, he turned to the left instead and pulled on an old light fixture as it pulled back then snapped back into place violently. The door would slam rather quickly to the side and give a small beep noise. Stepping forward, it would beep again and shut back violently as he merely turned to see the lights slowly turned on.

The lights would shimmer before turning on several more times, arcing all across the room as automaton arms seemed to be suspended from its last operation. Walking around the rather old electronics room, he would notice a few oddball items in the room which he picked up, then realizing it had no value, chucked it to the side. As the room got more clear, a bench nearby held a rather unusual model, some form of attachment module for a droid as he slowly picked it up. The thing was rather heavy, almost fifteen pounds. Putting it around his hand for a moment, he felt the weight and how unpractical it would be for an organic to use it, noting that the project was merely called "QWA:A". Looking around the bench, seeing no blueprints, he would slowly open a small rucksack he took with him and drop it in. Who knows who would need something like this but...it was rather heavy.

Looking around the room a bit more, he would start to notice a few other oddball things such as scrapped blueprints that had only drawings of what was to be before deeming them "useless". One which he seemed to have started on but never got past the proper stage was something called Genesis. Picking up the blueprints, he found one of Haons rather signature blueprint tubes and rolled it up, putting it inside before sealing the cap off. Turning his head, he almost had a fright as he stepped back a few steps before realizing what was occupying a quarter of the room in near invisibility.

An old Octuptarra Magna Tri-Droid was before him, how in the world he got it all to fit in here was beyond anyones imagination. Behind the droid however was something only noted as "Mark II" on the board, a large distinctive array of blueprint designs for a new type of artillery droid. A heavy support droid no doubt from all that was put into it. Wiping the side of the board, he noticed that a majority of information...was burnt? The blueprint in itself seemed useless as it only seemed to dictate the original design, not the new updated version. However near it was a chip, labeled as MK.II_MemorySet. Grabbing it, he merely stuck it into the rucksack and tightened it up. Looking over the droid once more, he was just impressed how it existed this long...and how the Metal Lords of the Void almost had a terrifying weapon in their arsenal so long ago.

Taking another glance to the side, he slowly strolled up to the computer terminal and logged into it through the password given then gave the proper protocol required for a full data wipe. It would take a few minutes but Listib had that kind of time, he still had to look around the room and who knows what else could pop up in here.

 

[Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt]

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

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“Why aren’t we on target?” Lyra hollered over the crackling speakers, shouting to the pilots over her shoulder. A cerulean map projecting from her vambrace, relaying live updates of the mission. A burnt stub in hand, ashes falling from the smoke as she took a final drag off it. It was just another ground and pound, and the woman cracked her neck before crushing the smoke under the boot. Even with the company, the woman couldn’t be bothered with decorum-the assignment was shavit and she was curious why Loske Treicolt had even bothered to join the direct action on the scrap world.

A shrill song blared, filling the tense silence with riff and drum alike-bleeding with the noise of the RDAG’s engines that roared. The ship streamed in hot pursuit of the hovertrain over the metallic wasteland. Bunch of useless glitching clankers, the thought made her lip curl and Lyra slipped her helmet on; muffling the noise.

<<“Waiting on RDAG One, Commander! Troopers are repelling-”>>

<<“Don’t turn down the music!”>> the woman said, almost snapping at the poor man. The comms lighting up as the radio dipped briefly in to static. Her footsteps heavy as she crossed the bay; boots scraping the grates. The brief had been clear about where they stood on life and the mission itself, and she had embraced with a certain bitterness. To put it simple Lyra wasn’t in the mood to wait, shrugging off any tension she was carrying; there was only so much a soldier could do. Weighing her rifle in one hand, Lyra slapped her servo down on the ramp button; the hydraulics hissed as the rear alarms blared. The dust of the scrap world swirling, flooding their lonely little drop ship and Lyra had a front view seat of the blaster storm stirring and over the train roof.

<<“Not sure why they bothered with the repel lines..”>>

She muttered some non descript insults under her breath, the amount of times she had dropped in had left her with certain expectations..Tracking the troopers already train side, the commandos outlined by the HUD. Stepping back suddenly, a blaster bolt ricocheting into the hull, her eyes landed on the smoking spot in the roof. Lyra scoffed at it, loading the KRX’er and giving the rifle one good slap. Tearing her gaze away from the singed spot, focusing her attentions back to the train.

Toying on the edge of the ramp, the wind was howling. Stray pot shots whizzing by the shuttle, the blaster fire painting the bleak landscape in red. There could possibly be a place worse then Phaeda now..The ship shook as the began the decent and Lyra tensed, hunching ever so slightly to brace herself. When the lead ship veered off, having dropped it’s payload-The engines of the transport whined as the transport dipped in. The repulsors humming as the ship began to line them up over the rusting train.

<<“Forget repelling in. Jedi, do you read? I’m jumping, keep up!”>> Lyra warned, there was no love for the droids and she wanted to get things done. Giving the signal and linking up communications before her legs tensed, Lyra leapt off the ramp with one great heave willingly. Adrenaline spiking as she gathered her energy around, no better then a child grasping blindly as she pulled the force to her; dropping in to the fray. There was little finesse behind her actions, hitting the train top with a hard clunk and rolling out. The roar of the train carts and faint screech of metal catching her audio receptors.

She was dangerously close to the edge of the cart and the slightest change in momentum sent her closure to box edge. The wind ripping at her and whistling past her helmet,Lyra all but slammed her servo in to the metal-twisting and scraping as she made a foot hold in the durasteel. A train car behind Kolson Vrask and the heat itself. The A.I algorithm adjusted, and Lyra gritted her teeth as she looked up-the whole motion had been a blur and her armored creaked and worse yet..her knees hurt a groan escaping her feeling spikes shoot through her legs. Maybe that had been a bad idea..

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Objective I - OPERATION: PSYCHOTRON // GA Representative // Ord Mantell
// JTSP // Frank
Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt

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Being faithful in little, suggested they’d be faithful in much. The Alliance had risen to the beckon for the greater war the NIO led. This was...this was a training exercise in so many ways. The thought elected a smirk of appreciation at her own ruminations.

Her foot-tapping to the musical interlude over the comms came to a stop when the commander made a decision to abort a gentle descent and elected a more rapid approach. Part of her was empathetic to the shuttle pilot’s plight. Calculating the movements of a train was far less consistent math than mapping a route through the stars.

I like her.

“I’m sure you do.” Loske murmured, finalizing the knot from her grappling line around the droid’s clunky torso. She gave it one more tug to check, and seemed satisfied. Frank hooted in some level of protest.

The conveyex below them kept a steady, blurring pace. Trying to fixate on a single point was impossible; it whirred along it’s trajectory too quickly. The entire line as lmany long as it was, was two cars wide - on the top and bottom. In the brief time they’d had to observe, the pilot had noted the double cars acted as offset one another to distribute weight around turns.

I don’t like the idea of watching you folks shooting and cutting through other droids, though.

“You don’t have to watch. Actually, we’d prefer if you didn’t. Prefer you keep the focus on your job. Speaking of --” she gave an indicative nod to the open shuttle door where the silhouette of the Imperial Commander had been just seconds ago. The girl’s nano-particle suit gathered about and collected in the shape of a helmet over her own face; putting the comms closer to her eardrums. The coy, coercive invitation came through loud and clear. It sounded like something she’d say, except.. Ugh. What had even been the point of callsigns if they were just gonna… whatever.

Lunging forward, small repulsors evidenced themselves from her soles and hands to counterbalance against the winds that raced past her. She landed on the train with a thud, moments after the red bolt had gone wide and off course. The wind contesting and championing enough for her to ignite her blade and dig it into the roof of the vehicle. Frank helplessly whirled around behind her, attached by the tether to her vambrace, and she grit her teeth to keep his weight from ripping her arm off. His own little blue jets doing his best to keep him afloat and not like a thunderous garbage can clanking against the top of the train.

<Very graceful Commander. I remember my first time jumping from a shuttle.>

The blade that was dug into the roof for support pierced a little deeper, the metal around the plasma burning and softening, folding in on itself in orange rage. With two hands, she pushed against it, and rotated herself to create a circle. Eventually, the thickness of the armoured manufacturing could no longer withstand the application of the lightsaber, and it gave way. Loske with it, dragging Frank along. Both Alliance representatives tumbled into the car with a thud. Frank narrowly avoided crushing Loske’s back as she pushed herself up to stand. A little blade protruded from the droid’s torso and what remained of the tether whirred back into the Jedi’s vambraces.

<Ok, I’m in –– uh, not exactly where we wanted to be, but I think we’re close enough to the control panel. Just a car or two back.>

Her HUD preloaded an augmented outline of the train’s blueprints, assuming it was a standard issued vessel that was already in the archives. It’s variability was low, and the confidence of the route boated on the screen in a high percentage. While that loaded, she glanced about for any interior explosives. The car she now occupied was vacant, no hostages, no droids. She hmm’d thoughtfully and pressed forward; until something pulsed red beneath her on her HUD. She took pause, giving it time to adjust. It eventually took the quasi-formed shape of what she could assume was one of the strategically placed explosives. Between the top and bottom car. Great. She comm'd back to the raven-haired commander: <We’ll focus on the explosives, you keep on the droids.>

Frank received a reading at a similar time, translating it to his feed. More cutting?

<More cutting.> Loske affirmed, kneeled, and gave her blade another whirl before puncturing it through the floor with a grunt. Strength imbued and augmented her muscles to force the durasteel apart. It protested as much as the top layer, until eventually she was able to give it a telekinetic tap of encouragement to fall away loudly, clattering between the car beneath it until the wind sucked it away and off the track. Loske re-holstered her weapon.

Spiderlike with her approach, she curled through the freshly cut away opening and reached an arm out to take a scan of the device; the Xcalq-3GA on her forearm transmitting its survey to the droid’s frequency where he could hopefully establish enough of a link to override it.

 

[Lucien Dooku]

C A S T L E S
Skorvek Tyrell Paxxus Warchief Waddles Lunafreya Solidor Kestus Bralor​

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Lucien's presence had been mild and unnoticed for the vast majority of the time of the assembly-- on purpose, of course. Sometimes it was best to sit back and observe, instead choosing to let the others around him do the talking while he kept an inquisitive eye on the proceedings. The topic at hand was admittedly not one he cared much for in the grand scheme of his role within the New Imperial Order, or even in his position as the Warlord of Nirauan. The Mandalorian who had once served beneath the heel of the Sith was as much a stranger to him as the world he wished to retain dominion over, and the traitor to the Zambrano Empire had found his way into Order's fold by circumstance, which led to many within their ranks calling out to question the validity to the man's claim over his world.

If he wished to have stayed within the background, it might've been wise to join the chorus of individuals speaking out against the man's claim, or even just stay silent on the matter entirely. The latter option made the most sense to him, and according to the man assigned to advise him sitting off to his side, it was probably in Luc's best interest to avoid any stunts that could damage his position amongst those present, assuming he cared about the majority opinion enough to take that into consideration.

The truth was far simpler, and the man sitting next to Lucien would be dissapointed as his leather jacket-wearing boss emitted a chuckle after listening to the woman running the show on Iridonia give her two cents and more to all their peers currently gathered. While the room had pretty much come to the same conclusion, that Lord Skorvek wasn't to be trusted all that much, she presented herself as Devil's Advocate, and in doing she'd influenced him in changing his approach on the matter entirely by the end of her speech.

Raising to his feet shortly after her words had finished echoing across the room, Luc presented himself to the room, smoothing out the creases out of his jacket before the man off to his side raised a hand to call those present's attention in his direction. "I won't take up too much of everyone's time with this-- probably, at least." He finished smoothing out his jacket, shifting his hands into his pockets in a manner completely unfitting of his station, but definitely not out of the ordinary for one who was veritably spacer trash at heart. "Our peer from the world of Iridonia, through the combination of her beauty and wisdom, has convinced me to throw my opinion into the ring as well. I won't lie- I know nothing of this Lord Skorvek, or Skovek, as a person, nor do I know of his people or the planet he hails from. What I do know is that he's a willing participant in this assembly, and he's not out there causing problems which I and my fellow compatriots will have to deal with in the future."

"Which, by the way, I'm certain would've been well within his power to do so, considering his station on the aforementioned planet in question. All i'm saying is-- Lady Solidor has a point, y'know. We're all outcasts, traitors and dissidents in the grand scheme of the Empire game in this side of the galaxy. One more added into the mix won't do any more or less harm, and even if his intentions turn out to be not great, at least we set the precedent that we're willing to take a shot for those dissidents that may still remain in the Zambrano Empire. 'sides, Erebos is a hop and a skip from Nirauan. I'll personally take my Legion to the world if our friend has unwelcoming intentions, but I trust that he'll find himself in good company." Eyes shifted over to Lord Skorvek as the spacer shot the man a smirk. Two fingers shifted to the top of his brow as he gave the man a salute to drive home the point that he too would play devil's advocate on his behalf. "So yeah, I support the notion of givin' him control of his planet. I'm willing to see how this plays out."

 

[Skorvek]

Skorvek stood and listened as each member said their piece he was not surprised to find some wanted nothing more then his head and his world under what ever puppet they have in mind but was pleased to see atleast a few people still willing to listen to reason as he listened to Kestus Bralor's proposal.

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<"I see. The concern is not of your people. If the standpoint of the Sovereign Imperator and Grand Vizier upon system governance is to be reiterated correctly as I've come to understand it in my own tenure as one of the ruling oligarchs to the New Imperial province of Krieg than your people's lives should remain uninterrupted. The concern...is of you. You are an enigma in the eyes of this ruling assembly and thus we demand full transparency if you are to retain any level of governance within the New Imperial Order. The rest of us have served in battle against the Sith Empire directly, and here you lie in wait? With alleged ties to the Zambrano crown why would we ever grant you a seat at this table? So do tell, answer my prior question if you would. Lord Skorvek.">

He figured that sooner or later that would come to fruition while he holds no ties to the sith as a whole his ties small as they are to the Zambranos is still a relevant topic and a understandable concern and asked a understandable question one that he will answer once everyone is finished speaking, He in turn listened to Lunafreya Solidor who seemed to also share the same question as the Mandalorian did and decided to take the role of devils advocate for the time being, Although using the term creature to him stung abit he learned a long time ago to swallow that Anubian ego of his. He could already tell that she was one of those who will play the neutral party if it suited them so he took her words with caution as she mentioned would he could offer them in return for continuing to safely govern his people here he listened and nodded to Lucien Dooku 's words although there was a threat in his tone he understood the reason behind it before he spoke.

''I take steps that I need to, to ensure my peoples saftey, sometimes that means making deals that most would look down upon as long as it keeps Erebos and its inhabitants safe and not disturb their way of life, As for your questions under my leadership Erebos has prospered heavily as a warrior class world with people trained to handle even the harshest environments Erebos has too offer including a multitude of other hazards that they are trained to handle, To answer the question of what I have to offer is simple, I offer a more peaceful way of allowing your soldiers under your supervisions if you so wish to benefit from these training methods, As well as my world has a rather sizeable source of Phrik, Songsteel, Cortosis and Neuranium, While my ties are reasonable cause for concern my only concern at the moment is the wellbeing of my world and its people. I offer a peaceful way instead of a bloodied one''

Warchief Waddles Tyrell Paxxus

 

[Boram Predor]

// MOFF PREDOR - WARLORD OF VEROLEEM //
// OBJECTIVE - III // PEACE SELLS... BUT WHO'S BUYING? //
// FOCUS // Tyrell Paxxus / Irveric Tavlar / Lucien Dooku / Lunafreya Solidor / Kestus Bralor / Warchief Waddles / Skorvek //

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The meeting would be a tedious one, the connections of developed planets in this part of the galaxy only differing in their bond to the Sith by the strength requiring to break them. Erebos was next on the line, their Lord Skorvek having submitted himself before the Imperial Assembly. Truth be told that was the main reason Moff Predor was interested in coming at all. It wasn't often one got to see a King begging to hold on to their crown.

Associating with the other Warlords was always Boram's least favourite part of these sessions, taking his seat unfortunately placed beside Jaeger Harrsk . Some might consider the sweaty man to be insane, but Moff Predor knew it was an act. A front of madness to cover up whatever devious machinations the man held in the back of his mind.

Even Boram's friends in the NGO were unable to dig up much about the man's goals, as strange a sign as any.

Predor put his concerns away as the Assembly reading began, following along on his datapad before his dull eyes searched the room for people of interest. Skorvek, Tavlar, Tyrell, even the Dooku's boy were all here. Trading Sith uniform for a New Imperial one would pay out gloriously in the end.

Boram patiently waited for the Mandalorians to finish addressing their personal grudges, a worrisome past time of theirs, before getting keen to offer up his own points. Trying to speak over them had always proven futile in the past, so Predor didn't expect much to change now. What caught him by surprise was the eloquence of the Iridonian representative, points raised by her being weighed with consideration in the Moffs mind. Both those that he agreed with and those that he didn't.

"As well and good as that sounds, it might be a tad hard to make new allies if you kill all of your enemies, my boy."

Grey eyes rolled tiredly towards the looming figure of Warchief Waddles , the presumable grip strength the lad had clearly not reached into his emotions. Mandalorians were always a temperamental lot, though at least Kestus Bralor was impressing, to say the least. Tactful words coming from beneath the mask. Boram patiently waited for the Mandalorians to finish addressing their personal grudges, a worrisome past time of theirs, before getting keen to offer up his own points. Trying to speak over them had always proven futile in the past, so Predor didn't expect much to change now. What caught him by surprise was the eloquence of the Iridonian representative, points raised by her being weighed with consideration in the Moffs mind. Both those that he agreed with and those that he didn't.

"To make words simple for present company, I agree that an intense investigation must be launched to ensure Skorvek has no ulterior motives involving Erebos' fold under our Empire. That said, should we not at least try to welcome our new comrades with open arms? If we were to treat everyone who came to us as a potential enemy instead of friend, we would find ourselves a lonely Empire."

As Lucien Dooku began to speak, Boram paid a great deal more mind to the young lad than presumably anyone else in the room. It was clear the boy was hardly a noble, the Serenno courts might even mock him. But the good Moff saw potential underneath those ill-fitting clothes, potential he could use. Perhaps it was a bit more urgent to correct the boy's speech and manners a bit beforehand though.

The spacer trash charm only worked so often.

"Agreed, my boy." A nod chiming in quickly after Lucien Dooku was finished, not wanting to cut the boy off but also ensuring his own turn to speak. "Our Lady Solidor has said is as well as I ever could, we should be more interested in what these new planets can provide for our Empire instead of taking away from it.An arm stretched gratefully towards Lunafreya Solidor , exemplifying her words. "We cannot be the kind of Empire that rules through suspicion and paranoia, leave those matters to the Sith and their own infighting. The reason that many of us had split away from them was the putrid rat race that they called a government, forcing good men and women under their heels so they could retain that power. If we are an Empire of Cowardice, then we are no empire at all."

"We all appreciate what this planet has to offer, in terms of both resources and culture." A deceptively warm smile returned to Skorvek as he spoke of his people one again. "You're agreement and transparency has been sufficient enough to understand the strength of your leadership." He raised himself from the chair as he turned his full attention to the board of Warlords, his next words having been made easy to deliver by his fellow Serrenoan. It was hardly often enough that pieces fell so beautifully in line such as this, pivoting a rare delicacy when Empires were on the line.

"If Lord Lucien Dooku is willing to act as both guardian and guarantor over Erebos during their investigations, then I see no particular reason why this matter should be delayed. I formally put forth that Erebos' operates under the responsibility of Lord Dooku, until such a time comes that we are able to fully place our faith in Skorvek such that he can be ensured as part of our empire." A hand raised to his chest as he took a curt bow before delivering his final words. "If that is to the liking of my fellow Moffs and Lords, as well as our Sovereign Imperator and Grand Vizier."

 

[DK-03]

Objective: Ashes In Your Mouth

Dear god, he was seeing burritos everywhere.

DK-03 moved across the scrapyards, watching the others chasing the bounties for more metals as shipments began to load on platforms and be moved out of the vicinity back to the base.

His mouth was absolutely salivating, and not because of the heat. It's not that he was even hungry - no, he had an absolutely yearning, a hunger, dwelling over him in the shape of a burrito-like cloud. Promptly stacked and twisted, rolled by a professional - this burrito was better than any other burrito he had ever seen before in his life. And it sat there, in the sky, taunting him like a reward he would never achieve.

Absolutely majestic, and completely out of his reach.

The travesty.

The Darktrooper took a minute to survey the field, but all was peaceful. Just another simple day watching people grind away while thinking about burritos.

 

[Aerith Krayt]

// ORD MANTELL - HOVER-TRAIN //
// OBJECTIVE // OPERATION : PSYCHOTRON
Focus: Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt Kolson Vrask IG-3000 Loske Treicolt HK-212215 Darth Kalyptos

B-2 and B-1 droids were garbage, anyone with two brain cells could understand that; and if they couldn't, seeing one of these droids in action made it very clear. After blowing on the droids to pieces with a shot to it's chassis, Aerith had a revelation; why am I wasting ammo on these guys? Jumping down, she happened to land on top of one of the B-2 droids and smashed it's legs in, ducking under blaster fire, she grab what was left of it's upper half and threw it at a pair of it's comrades; sending all three over the side, leaving her with nothing else to fight. She picked up the scent of something burning, and a quick glance revealed that she had been hit in the chest, and felt a degree of annoyance in the occurrence. She should have tried for special forces, this grunt work chit was doing her no favors at all.

She could hear blaster fire up ahead, and figured that she might not be alone on this train ride; which was good, because she was in need of an actual weapon. Aerith gave a glance around, looking for her baby; but alas it wasn't here. It had to still be on the train, right? She certainly hoped so. Nothing could top her REC/RCG- Pattern Particle Chain Blaster, and she didn't want to get another one; she wasn't even sure if they'd give her another one at this rate. Climbing to the top of the scrap heap, she could definitely make out other people fighting on the train cars ahead, and what looked like another droid on top. She thought against trying to take a shot from here, it wouldn't do much good, and with the train rattling under her feet, she doubted her accuracy would be good enough from this distance. No, she needed to find her baby, then she could start taking names. She jumped to the train car across from her, landing and nearly falling off the side as the train jostled once again before righting herself. Only to feel the roof under her give way, sending her tumbling into the train car. Landing in a heap, her frustration was being garnered on a level she hadn't gotten to in a long time. She picked up the sounds of the droid. "WHAT WAS THAT NOISE?" Oh, heads were going to roll once she got out of here.

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

O B J E C T I V E | PEACE SELLS... BUT WHO'S BUYING?
L O C A T I O N | Aggressor
T A G S | Skorvek , Lucien Dooku,
Boram Predor , Tyrell Paxxus
T H E M E | Here.
G E A R | Here.​

Her posture was maintained with elegance and grace in her garments, her head held high with pride. Hes was the semblance of arrogance, the name of her flagship and the embodiment of her being, bathed in cunning, scheming and a lot of ambition that for her current pleasure began to bear fruit when her colleagues began to be moved by her words, and without even using any mental trick to try to convince a single soul in that room. She maintained a serene countenance, listening to the responses of each of those present in a morbid silence posture, but her eyes, more vivid than ever, moved along the room, following the presence of each of those who expressed themselves.​

And despite her colleague's erroneous statements about her position in Iridonia and not as Duchess of JanFathal, in her mind she could only think how much she would not like to be in the position of the Dooku boy. It was not her place to correct the same for his information errors by telling him which was the right planet she ruled, but she could imagine the gears of any law that ruled that galaxy were already laughing enough. Never would she like to be in his place, serving as a guardian to vouch for a alien ruler in his planet, meaning that if he were to betray the New Order in favor of their enemies, Dooku would be the one to blame for this to face any appropriate punishment. She almost smirked at that.​

Her face turned over with clear interest shining in her eyes when the one named Boram made his voice heard. There was frigid methodism in those words, hard to ignore even for her, forcing her to think of a new dance move of appropriate words to make herself heard. Especially when there were useful mineral reserves for her and the companies under her control. She could put that to good use. It was strange for her to think that now, more than ever, she should look more like her father than any of the brothers together.​

“Under such transparency and willingly offering under the precious resources of this planet, much with the gleeful guidance of our fellow peer Dooku, I can belay to that and agree to those terms.”, She gave her chin a hard nod, something that more resembled the gesturing of a marble statue than that of a living being. "Aye."​

 

[HK-212215]

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Location: Ord Mantell - Hover Train 8432
Task: Defend the Tram, Bash the State
Tags: IG-3000 Kolson Vrask Darth Kalyptos Loske Treicolt Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt Aerith Castiella
Current Tunes: I'll Rust With You
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Blue hardly expected any proper resistance from any group, honestly, at worst he imagined that the city's security forces may send some hovercraft with some lightly armored officers that would fly away the moment any proper resistance was mounted. Ord Mantell was the staging zone for the revolution he intended to steal from under the IG unit's feet, and through that, the revolution would spread like wildfire across the galaxy. This was a plan in motion for eons in memory, or perhaps one week, maybe two, again HK's processors and faculties had never fully recovered from that wack he took to the back of the head during that last speeder race. Where was that even? He couldn't pull the city, not even the planet, from his memory banks. Why was everything fuzzy? Lines of code where there should have been logic and reason, purpose and experiences. Instead, here he was, jumping between train carts as he slowly edged his way along the back end of the tram. He original intent was to simply patrol the top of the vehicle, as his command was given, but here he was.

He stood, nearly dumbstruck, as he watched in the distance as a gunship dared to break through the sky, hover in place for a moment, before unloading organic after organic onto the train. The symbol emblazoned registered as that of the new rogue state in the area, the NIO. Obviously, this must be a bid for them to secure control over the planet. Afterall, come to the aid of some bourgeoisie despots, blaring anthems and blasters, and odds are they will bend the knee to your sovereignty. At least, he figured that was there active plan.

Then, came the distant call of blaster bolts, and jumping another space between the train carts, his metal feet clanking against the roof, he came to realize that the shapes in the far distance, dropped off like wayward children by a disconcerting God, were making their way vaguely in his direction. Today was about to get much more complicated then he was originally hoping it would be.

He brought the scatterblaster to his shoulder, brought it down, fiddled with the sight before giving the powerpack a slap. Too far of range, as he would have suspected. The hostiles would have sights on him endlessly before he was within proper blasting distance. With a sigh, and a disdainful shake of the head, Blue reached down and tapped on one of the miriad of buttons on his left arm. A moment passed, and then a flicker of blue shaded viridian flashes solidified around him into transparency. An energy shield, albeit one weaker than standard for combat units, formed itself in a bubble around two feet out from the droid's center of gravity. Racking the pump of the blaster, causing the powercells to recharge and prime a shot, the droid began to jog. Cursing himself that the front cart was so terribly displaced from the combat near the read.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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

Spoiler: Marlon's Forces

• 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 [750 Total]
  • Phase I Dark Troopers [240 Total]
  • AT-MPT Light Walker [30 Total]

As Tie Outlanders soared over the ruins of Hafey's Headquarters , Marlon walked over what was supposed to become the local headquarters of SularenCo on Ord Mantell but was nothing but a bunch of wreckage. "Haon Hafey you soon of a queen." Marlon murmured. "You had to destroy everything didn't you to leave me with almost nothing. You thought it were over with just the Battle and Dorian's retreat. We'll i have a surprise for you. I'll make your planet suffer and i'll show your precious Union i am no joke" Marlon said as he walked around the remnants of Haon Hafey's Former Office.

As he came out he assembled his Commanding Officers. Marshal Gunther Torson , General Kavilios , Captain Ladron , Captain Marlo , the last two being Mercenaries and the 2 former being Top-Officers of Marlon's Shadow Imperium. "Gentlemen. Today we send a message to the Zweihander Union. Only a few weeks ago , Credius Nargath dared send a fleet to disrupt our operations here on Ord Mantell in support of the treacherous Haon Hafey who an Ord Mantellian himself. For his actions we need make his planet bleed and leave a scar that will remain on Ord Mantell for centuries."

"Soon we will march on Worlport and while our New Imperial Allies are busy elsewhere we will make Haon Hafey's people suffer and pay for his own actions. Marshal Torson , prepare the Walkers and have them march in advance of the main Force , General Kavilios prepare the Crimson Stormtroopers and Dark Troopers and Captain Ladron you will take a contingent of Filibusters and accompany the rest of my troops as they March on Worlport while Captain Marlo you will remain here and ensure that no one approaches the Facilities , i want you to shoot anyone who's not a member of the New Imperial Order on sight. Is that understood gentlemen." Marlon said. They nodded and got to work.

Soon enough the men got to work , Marshal Torson soon headed out with his Walkers as they headed towards the city followed by General Kavilos and Captain Ladron and his Forces while Marlon took a Phantom-Class Shuttle escorted by his Marine Commandos to rejoin Wraith Squadron. From his Flagship , the Predator he would monitor the operation. With Ord Mantell yet officially part of the New Imperial Order Marlon was free to ravage Worlport as he saw fit he would make sure that Vengeance would be his.

 

[Spencer Varanin]

//: D I V A //:
//: Objective III //:
//: Drip //:
//: Irveric Tavlar //: Vaulkhar //:

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When the group had been gathering before the presentations, Spencer Varanin had decided she would show her face in the meeting. The woman had joined the New Imperial Order for reasons of Vaulkhar, the Father of her child, and Errant the child. Her interests were heavy within, not mentioning Eshan. Every day the woman kicked herself and destroyed several thousand credits of fine china. ​

Hands ran down her sides as she stepped out of the speeder that dropped her off along with Vaulkhar. Kneeling slightly, she pulled the tight black dress, down slightly keeping it from riding up her slender legs. “Is there anything I need to know about these warlords?” There was a bit of sarcasm in her voice, she had dealt with enough warlords in her lifetime - they were all the same and were motivated the same way. ​

Thinking about the ones she had experienced in her youth, she rolled her eyes and brushed aside a stray strand of her platinum hair. She moved towards the meeting room, her clutch in her hand, she was interested in what these warlords had to discuss, especially the head of them all, Irveric Tavlar. Vaulkhar held him in decent regard, which meant that the man was important beyond his title within the NIO. She held a great interest in him, especially if he could help her accomplish what she desired. ​

As she turned into the room, each of her steps held the authority expected with the former Queen of Eshan. She remained standing by the entrance, deciding to listen to what was going on between the warlords. A hand rested against her chin, waiting for Vaulkhar to finally catch up to her. She paused, letting the meeting roll and those that needed to speak to speak. Her eyes scanned each face and noticed Tavlar in the distance, she would have to make her way over towards him eventually. Instead, she was happy standing beside the Executor. Tilting her head, she shifted where she stood and mused over the words that came from Lucien Dooku ​

“He has a lot of passion. He’s well-spoken,” there was a glint in her eye as she stared down the boy as he finished. “I like him.” Maybe this meeting was going to be far more interesting than she had expected. She wasn’t aware of this Skovek, but it seemed he was from this planet. Seeing that the warlords were interested in giving the control of a world to a native was promising. She may have made the right choice in following Vaulkhar to the Imperials. Never in her life, she would have imagined herself cooperation under the flag of an Imperial government​

 

[Wilhuff Krieg]

// ALOR'AAN //: Warlord of Krieg
// OBJECTIVE //: OPERATION : PEACE SELLS... BUT WHO'S BUYING?
// ADDRESSING //: Skorvek | Tyrell Paxxus | Irveric Tavlar
// FOCUS //: Boram Predor | Lunafreya Solidor | Darth Avernus | Warchief Waddles | Careena Fett | Trajan Fett

Listening through the points and weighted rhetoric of his counterparts within the Order, the Beskar helmet clasped around Bralor's head did well in concealing his expression from the others, as inquisitive and skeptical as it was. Perhaps then it was an armor that defended against the physical and the intangible. A guard against kinetic blasts as much as it was a guard against those prodding and searching for any outward falter in emotions. Kestus would not yield such ground. Not the them. They'd not ever see his face. Not his true face at least.

<"The enemy within is far more dangerous than the enemy outside. If we so brazenly whisk this one into the fold, we hold the risk of Erebos rising up against the Sith Empire should our lines on the front falter. If this one is aligned with Cadera than we can not be so confident they don't hold sympathies to the Sith Empire that don't go beyond connections there prior to the rebellion of many of you. Even so these matters pertain outside of the realm of my demesne and outside of the realm of the Sons of Mandalore."> Kestus pauses for a brief moment, articulating his concerns once more.

<"So long as the truth of these rumors are brought unto light by proper investigation we shall oblige. The young Lucien Dooku would be a proper arbiter to this cause and the man the Sons of Mandalore would endorse to undertake it. He has fought alongside our brothers and sisters in battle, he is trusted by our ruling council and has proven capable. Regardless, Erebos must prove they are a contributing world to the Order, as the rest of us have. Be it in resources or blood."> Kestus sounds out, eventually yielding the floor as he settles back down. Far from the ideal result, but politics was a realm of compromise. Just as it was.

 

[Trajan Fett]

// ALOR'AAN // Sons of Mandalore
// OBJECTIVE // OPERATION : PEACE SELLS... BUT WHO'S BUYING?
// FOCUS // Warchief Waddles

<"His mind has sharpened as he's gotten older. I can only assume it is what happens with our kind when we live into our primes but even so, we are Mandalorian. We'd be damned to make it that far. All the same, he's certainly better for this shit than I am."> Trajan admits in a hushed tone to Isaiah Priest, his eyes flicking between the politicians as they speak over the matter. All in all, Trajan was skeptical but in the end, he didn't have any room to talk. So long as it didn't disrupt the war effort, the crusade, he couldn't care for the results of this meeting here.

<"Sith. Used some sort've force power on him that broke him down. He hasn't been the same since, not physically. Aside from his Beskar'gam he doesn't stand a chance with most anyone. It was a shame too, I'd hunted with him a few times in the days of the Clans United, he was one of the better warriors I'd ever seen. And he was still sharp...then he was struck down. All the same, his arena is in the stars now."> Trajan remarks, it'd been a difficult transition but even still, shipmasters and admirals were short supply among this creed.

<"The ground, the mud. Better left for bruisers like us. I never had the chance to say it but you certainly handled yourself well on Wayland. Given what we had to work with, against the might of the Sith. It was a hell of a fight. We might've won it too, I think. But Australis proved himself a coward, again. How any Mandalorian has joined in his host I'll never know."> The Mandalorian states outright.

 

[Kolson Vrask]

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

Were it not for the magnetic clamps fixed to his boots, Berik more than likely would've tumbled down into a dramatically short lived death. Managing to hit the deck when a clearance post swung out along the scrap train's maglift railway threatened to CLOCK him off of the roof of the train. Slowly rising to a crouch he stared down the sights of his pistol again only for the 'Electric Eye' optics to pick up a threat. A synthetic. A droid. A blue droid. HK-212215

Firing out a disruptor shot in the direction of the droid that veered well off course when the train car he was crouched atop of passed over an unreliable patch of mag rail. Falling down to a prone position again he only manages to catch himself from plummeting from the train car again as he dug his crush gaunt into the top surface of the metal.

<"Ah- damnit."> Berik muttered out between his teeth. Separated by three cars between them, Berik could only hope the scattergun was far out of range to be of any effect to the Storm Commando as he tried to catch his bearings.

 

[Skorvek]

Tags: Tyrell Paxxus Lucien Dooku Lunafreya Solidor Kestus Bralor Warchief Waddles

He came up here in the hopes of maintaining his world and his peoples life style but he figured the chances of that were slim, Which is why he moved anything of value was wasn't just leftover minerals when the NIO formation began not far from their doorstep. But he simply nodded to what everyone has said so far and simply said this.

"If that is the decision then all I ask is that you treat Erebos well, If there is nothing further then I shall take my leave and return home."

He waited to see if there was anything more to say before making his way to the exit.

 

[Listib Hibin]

It had been more than several minutes as he paced around the room, picking up oddball objects and things that seemed unusual in nature. He even found a very old set of blueprints that should not even existed, something over the Metal Lords...like an artificial AI attempt. Regardless, he would put them away as the data wipe was accomplished, erasing all knowledge of Haons existence in this room and area. However it would note if he wanted to wipe any factory data which it seemed to still have some connections to wirelessly. This was unusual as he scratched his own chin for a moment to decide what to do with his hacking skills.

He could easily set off the gas mains nearby to overload, therefore destroying the factories that not been destroyed in the invasion. Not very helpful and it would cause some deaths. There was the obvious making the droids run amok but in the end, it be the same results with a bit more hell on droid rights issues. Perhaps make them all blare as much sound as possible? Possible death yes but they can cut the wires. What would be long term enough that it did not cause lasting harm but at the same time, cause financial harm. Lisitb then felt a lightbulb go through his head as he started to type into the computer.

The easiest solution of all to this...everything of his ran on alternate current. So Listib merely changed the electrical grid output from alternate current...to direct current. Listib flipped the cover for it and flipped the switch.

Almost immediately, the console in front of him sparked and partially exploded, destroying his own server. He could not tell what damage had been done but apparently it was immediate. Haon would go over to the sliding door as it opened and closed rather rapdily, not realizing how badly he screwed up the electrical grid. Going through it quickly, he got back into the vehicle and took off through the sewers as the lights had exploded in the sewers, forcing the headlamps to go on. Some redundancy breaks would stop the power outages and electrical mishaps though the factories...were not safe.

To the dismay rather quickly of Marlon Sularen , the financial situation was about to become a tad worse. Reports of Haons old factories would light up as machines would overpower themselves and explode, currents making the capacitors or power generators explode or refuse to work. Overall, the damage would add about another eight million in damages alone. However there was a massive draw back to this tremendous flip of a switch...it had revealed a rather old Command Frigate destined for the scrap heap....that was apparently missed. It seemed to be operational though needed some touch up work.

At this point, Listib would still be driving through the sewers to his ex-filtration point, wondering how long it would take for them to realize the upper areas of where he was...to realize the damage that was inflicted.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

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

Ra could be seen landing in the background of the train cars and the commotion with his Stomtrooper battalion.

Droids were seen flying, Mand'oa was heard roaring, and the basilisk Black Sky was seen landing on a car further back and wrecking absolute havoc. The Mandalorian Shock Troops weren't really in a pivotal point on this mission, their only assignment was to help cause havoc and wreck as much damage on the numbers of the droids as much as possible to support the mission.

If anyone would need any further help, Ra would support, but for now they were in charge of the thing he was best at - causing a loud, booming distraction.