Campaign Sic Semper Proditores | Return to Ground Zero [Final Dawn]

[Marlon Sularen]

SIC SEMPER PRODITORES VOL. I
RETURN TO GROUND ZERO

Schesa.

The former capital of a nation created with the principles of Unity, Security, Strength and Progress but founded by corrupt selfish traitors seduced by a treacherous manipulative Sith Lord.

The Planet had served as a constant reminder of perhaps the greatest failures of Marlon Sularen and one of the greatest betrayals he had ever suffered. When the Maw took over Schesa, the High Regent was quick to lay claim to the Planet, determined to eliminate that part of his past by erasing any remaining traces of the Zweihander Union from the Planet which had been subject to a horrific base delta zero bombardment of the Union's own doing, following it's own collapse as a result of the failures of it's own policies.

However with the collapse of the Maw it would seem that this part of Sularen's past could not be easily erased as the Zero Corporation, a company formed by former high-ranking members of the Zweihander Union, moved in to establish a considerable presence on the planet, establishing new facilities and manufacturing centers on the world despite it being under de jure Final Dawn control.

Unwilling to let this clear act of defiance slide by, the High Regent would present an ultimatum to the Zero Corporation : Hand over all their personnel and assets to the Final Dawn and they would be spared from the High Regent's wrath. Despite warnings from the CEO himself that many employees of the Zero Corporation, most of whom we're Ex-Zweihander Union personnel, would not accept his terms and would resist, Sularen pushed forward determined to see what he viewed as the last traces of the Zweihander Union expelled from one of his worlds, through whatever means necessary

Now in spite of delays caused by the Rimward Trade League's Attack in the Seswenna Sector and a lengthy naval buildup, the Final Dawn has arrived in full force within the Schesa System, determined to execute the High Regent's will through whatever means necessary and re-establish the Final Dawn's control over the Planet.

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A Large Neo-Imperial Armada, spearheaded by the High Regent himself arrives in orbit of Schesa in order to impose a blockade over the planet to prevent the Zero Corporation from breaking their agreement and discourage any sort of resistance towards the Final Dawn's operation on the planet.

Unbeknownst to the Final Dawn, rogue elements of the Zero Corporation plan to ambush the Armada with their own fleet in order to disrupt the Final Dawn Operation on Schesa and turn the tables against them, in an attempt to prevent the High Regent from expelling the Zero Corporation from the Planet.

While a Blockade is set up in orbit, the Final Dawn has begun the process of establishing a foothold on the Surface of Schesa as hundreds of troops are deployed to various Zero Corporation facilities to enforce the terms of the High Regent's ultimatum.

As expected, the Final Dawn has faced resistance to their operation from both Rogue Zero Corporation Employees and Surviving Members of the Protectors of Schesa who have formed a pact to expel the Final Dawn from the planet.

Thus a rapid response task force has quickly been assembled to storm the Headquarters of this rogue coalition located within a large industrial complex, and eradicate the rogue employees and their local allies in order to secure the Final Dawn’s Foothold on the Planet. With Final Dawn Forces stretched thin across various locations, Mercenaries have been hired to assist the Task Force in accomplishing this task.

Tags | Onrai | Lyra Rohm | Himm'vaun'merek | SKR-13 | Tibera Jessen | Tristan Evore | DM to Join​

 

[Alvis Hafey]

The Immaculate
A/XU Patrol Starfighter Squadrons: 10 (200 Total)
A/D Bomber Squadrons: 5 (60)
TIE/DV Interceptors Squadrons: 6 (72)
TIE/PhA Squadrons: 3 (12)​

Boring would be a complete understatement. Standing quietly on the bridge, he marveled at how something so unattractive of a planet, can be made even far worse when you are further away from it. It has to be by far, the most horrific and possibly the worst planet he had ever seen...and he seen very few so far. Twisting his head, he was made clear rather quickly, that he was not uniformed in the typical fashion of the Final Dawn. No, he looked completely different and with those of seniority, knew that the look had meaning behind it.

Standing there was a generation of Hafey, a generation of Hafey that was standing on what would been, decades earlier, beyond what be considered war. It be almost breaking hollowed ground...Haon and Marlon had waged a war so dangerous, that it effected their businesses to their core and both came out worse for wear. It was only near the end did the feud end in a diner far away but the feelings still remained. Only after the death of Haon Hafey, did the entire company of Have Gun Will Travel fall into their hands and allowed to shape some of the most deadly weaponry available, along with having access to newer technologies its predecessors seem to keep creating.

One of those, was a virus. A virus utilized in operations for the Final Dawn that had programming languages of the Hafey written inside it...to execute their duties. However, it seems that the virus could potentially evolve beyond its orgional programming rare circumstances...two were noted in this circumstance. Horando Hafey, whom seemed to be closed towards the Galactic Alliance and others...and the more home grown one that split off from it, Alvis Hafey who was created in the mist of a battlefield.

After the battle had concluded, he had vanished for shy of a week, leaving some to wonder if he had left...instead, he had returned with a creation of the Hafeys, having seemingly lifted it right out of the Sith Orders yard. With it, came the creations and some newer ones, all seemingly remote controlled. It turned out, it had a vast amount of programming control, unlike others in the line of artificial intelligence...more so was its way to speak. With all of it said, it was given the command...well, granted more or less, to be joined with the Final Dawn Navy for operational status under close, strict watch.

The status of the A.I. seemed still in doubt, but enough trust was given to outfit the starship with Final Dawn personal. Nearly all attempts so far to keep track of the A.I.s activities, seem to be a moot point as malware was obliterated within a few seconds of installation. Any spyware, eradicated. The only one that worked was oddly enough, another Cowboy Bucker Virus that had to play nice and hide among the system information to gather intelligence. Though that seemed to only work for so long before it flung it into quarantine. It seemed to tolerate Final Dawns attempts to study and understand him, but it did not tolerate inefficacy, as learned from a report where a soldier who mocked his authority, found himself stuck in a sliding door with four ribs crushed and sent to the infirmary.

Giving an annoyed sigh, he turned to walk down the long bridge of the Immaculate and stare to the side at a communications officer, making the notion of "anything to report?" with the shake of a head, dismissing that none was nearby. Walking still, he would go near the back and pat the top of the chair. So, it seems people are supposed to sit when they are in command...how unusual.

Marlon Sularen

 

[Tibera Jessen]

Several dropships were preparing to launch from within one of the blockade ships. One older model shuttle would be used to ferry the various mercenary units into battle. These mercenaries were little more than shock troops, disposable grunts to be sent into the more dangerous areas of conflict. Men and women from all walks of life had been picked from across the sector, all to fight under the Final Dawn's banner. So the mercenaries began to huddle together for their briefing.

Commanders spoke to their units, explaining the mission to come. They would land in the middle of the capitol, specifically in the central plaza downtown. From there they would sweep and clear building to building, until they reached Zero Corp's main stronghold within the city. It would be hard, bloody fighting all the way, and their support would be limited.

They would serve as the tip of the spear, with all the dangers that came with it...

Tibera would listen to the briefing her platoon leader gave, it sounded like a suicide mission. Maybe the Final Dawn didn't want to risk its own soldiers clearing the buildings? Tibera didn't care, the credits on offer were enough to keep her going for a year. All there was to do was survive the operation, that was Tibera's only goal.

Half an hour passed, time which Tibera spent readying their gear. The armor was in peak condition, and their arsenal was stocked up. All the pieces were in place, now it was time to roll the dice.

Hangar lights flashed and leaders began to round up their soldiers. Like herds of animals they were loaded into the transport shuttle. Single file, and with no freedom to back out for their own safety. They were property of the Final Dawn now, and they'd be treated like it.

Tibera had no qualms as they were similarly forced up the metal ramp, and into the guts of the shuttle. This was the life they'd been trained for, to be a tool for battle. To fight and possibly die for a cause they didn't understand.

Lovely...

 

[Tristan Evore]

R E V I V A L
HIGH LORD OF ESSION


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"It's such a shame what happened to this world" His words seemed to slice through the silence. The words whipped through the empty air, echoing throughout the bridge. The former Grand Admiral's melancholy did not interrupt the ebb and flow of the battlecrusier's operations, and for that he had himself to thank. A decade of practiced professionalism, regimentation, and war games, all under his direct oversight, had built an extremely capable defense force, one loyal to a fault - not to him, but to Ession's contuined independence and existence.

He owed Grayson that much, at least.

The Knighthammer was more than a mere warship; it was a testament to Tristan Evore's indomitable spirit, a culmination of his life's work, and a symbol of Ession's resilience against the looming shadows of the Sith threat, a threat that Sularen had turned his attention away from. Why? Over the Zero Corporations relatively minor research operations on Schesea. Even though his relationship with the Final Dawn High Regent was complicated and strained by any measure, Evore had to respect the man's dedication. Afterall, he not only risked his life by entering Essioanian space unannounced but stood his ground in the face of an Anzati. Very few men could compare.

"Is all information accounted for?" He broke from his solemn gaze at the broken word below him and beckoned the Admiral attending him on this mission forward. "Is Project: Warmind safe?"

"Yes, High Lord" A rather short woman, the Essionian captain of the Knighthammer was an Ashlan veteran, and had served as an aide to Evore for roughly half a decade. It just so happened that she was also a vital integer in the completion of the Zero Corporation's most expansive program, a project for which he had no words. No, that wasn't true. Breathtaking was one.

"Very good. Inform the Final Dawn that I have no intention of staying in this godforsaken system and watching as they systematically -" He paused as he sensed a disturbance in the force. Quite irregular. "Belay that. Maintain radio silence until they contact us"

Marlon Sularen | Alvis Hafey | Tibera Jessen​

 

[SKR-13]

Assassination!

While it was most typically thought of as meant for more quieter, subtle missions, it truly could be employed anywhere. From the quietest of alleys, the busiest of cantinas, to the most bloodiest of battlefields.

And oh did battlefields provide the perfect cover and distractions to allow an assassin to reach his quarry.

Between the Final Dawn blockade which hung overhead of Schesa and the multitude of dropships that made their descent to assault various Zero Corporation holdings across the surface, what notice would one droid and it's starfighter draw when most of the attention is held by armies.

A list of troublesome individuals that held significance to resistance from the Final Dawn's acquisition were loaded to the forefront of SKR-13's objectives. Those to be eliminated to strike at the enemies morale and encourage their surrender, for leaders were the bulwark of any soldier's will to fight. The body always gives up when the head is cut loose.

"Approaching first target." It's voice droned out in update to it's Final Dawn contractors. The Porax-38 Starfighter flying low to give it a low profile compared to the blunt attention the main landing force was sure to draw with their approach.

Marlon Sularen Tristan Evore Tibera Jessen Alvis Hafey

 

[Marlon Sularen]

Oops Double Post

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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R E T U R N_T O_G R O U N D_Z E R O
Objective : Planetary Lockdown

FINAL DAWN
SCHESA, UNKNOWN REGIONS

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Everything had led to this moment, from being sacked by Cedric Grayson to rising to power as the High Regent of the Final Dawn. After twenty years, Marlon Sularen had finally established a proper powerbase stable enough to support his rise to power in the form of the Final Dawn, whom he had helped create alongside Derix Tirall and Darth Solipsis. With the former having mysteriously vanished and having outlived the latter, Sularen now held absolute power over the Final Dawn and was in the ultimate position to begin it's ultimate ascension as a new Galactic Power and it would all begin here at Schesa.

The High Regent of the Final Dawn had alot of history with this planet, or atleast it's prior occupants as Schesa was once the Capital of the Zweihander Union, a short-lived galactic government that had been created from the aftermath of a schism orchestrated by a former partner of Sularen, a Eriaduan Sith Lord by the name of Credius Nargath who had essentially taken over Sularen's own orginization known as the Imperial Directorate after convincing the very allies Sularen had spent months gathering, to join him. It was perhaps one of the worst betrayals he had ever suffered to date and it had left Sularen with scars that had yet to heal.

Now decades later, a group of former members of the Zweihander Union had reorganized themselves into a Company known as the Zero Corporation, setting up shop there despite it being under the de jure control of the Final Dawn. Having spent over a decade trying to rebuild his powerbase only to see people who had partaken in the initial conspiracy that robbed him of his old powerbase appear within territory he claimed as a Warlord of the Brotherhood of the Maw, which had conquered Schesa at some point during the Second Great Hyperspace War. To the High Regent this was an affront, an insult towards his decades-worth of hard work and effort, but most importantly a reminder, a reminder of his past failures, a reminder that needed to be fully erased, removed from the pages of history, and with the full might of the Final Dawn at his disposal, Sularen would see too it that such a thing would occur, through any means necessary

The FDS Tyûk, emerged from hyperspace arriving in orbit of Schesa, followed by a Trio of Final Dawn Battlecruisers, which marked the arrival of the High Regent to the Snow Chiss World. It had been a while since he had seen major action in the aftermath of the Battle of Exegol, other then the Skirmish along the Corellian Trade Spine that had occurred a few days prior to this operation. Hopefully, today's operation would proceed smoothly as it was imperative that the Final Dawn performed a successful "eviction" of the Zero Corporation from the planet. Already the Galactic Alliance and the Rimward Trade League had begun to dismiss the Final Dawn as an Insignificant Power in the galaxy, which was made more apparent with the Final Dawn's recent Battle with the Trade League over Seswenna, another major defiance that further damaged the Final Dawn's credibility as a Rising Power in the Galaxy.

If the High Regent was to secure his future, then he needed to move quickly and this preliminary campaign of his would be the perfect move to do so, in order to re-establish the Final Dawn's position, but also secure and consolidate it while sending a clear message to it's rivals, that it's days we're far from being numbered. "Status Report?" Sularen inquired as he sat within his Command chair, his trusted aide Colonel Rackham standing beside him. "All Four Ships are fully accounted for." The Sensor Officer began. "As for the rest of the fleet, so far only the Immaculate has joined us" the Officer added. The Immaculate was a recent addition to the Final Dawn Navy, a powerful Warship produced by Angel Arms, one of the successors of Haon Hafey's Have Will Gun Travel, it was commandeered by Alvis Hafey, a Hafey Artificial Intelligence Model. Considering the products provided to him by Angelus Hafey and his past partnership with Haon Hafey, it was safe to say that Alvis Hafey would prove to be a crucial element in Sularen's planned campaign.

"What about the Operation on the Surface?" Sularen further asked. "Preparations are still being made to seize the Headquarters of the Local Insurgents, although SKR-13 has already begun his operation to assassinate the leaders of the insurrection." Colonel Rackham replied. "Very well, then." Sularen said as he readjusted his position in his command chair. "Move the Fleet into position, i want the egress point from which we came through to be covered. The other Egress point will be handled by the other Commanders once they arrive. I want the system fully locked down and all facilities on the surface secured, no one get's in or out."

Tags | Tristan Evore | Alvis Hafey | Onrai | Lyra Rohm ​

 

[Himm'vaun'merek]

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Location: Schesa
Objective: Neo-Imperial Nationalization
Tags: Tibera Jessen SKR-13
Forces:

• 4 Kodiak Infantry Fighting Vehicles
• 24 Purification Troopers

The tattooed Chiss marched into the main hanger bay of one of the Praetorian-class Star Destroyers, watching as the final Kodiaks were loaded into their transports. Out of the hanger was a full view of Schesa and standing there Vaun remised about his days serving the Union, he had visited the former capital many times before. There was even rumour that the former Grand Admiral was skulking about. He had once greatly respected the man, having served as the principle warfare officer on his flagship during the pacification of the Chiss worlds, even flying his colours during his ascension to the rank of Grand Admiral. "What a naive child I was." Vaun whispered to himself softly.

The Chiss had volunteered to take part of the ground invasion, it was quite easy to convince his superiors. The primary raiding forces composed of mercenaries and having a Captain from the Hand of Judgement to supervise was ideal, the loyalty and morale of mercenaries is dubious at best and having their master's whip at their backs would certainly keep them motivated. To Vaun personally though? The last remnants of the Zweihander Union needed to be squished out. It was time for something new, something pure and he wanted to be the herald of this vision in Chiss Space.

The captain walked forward to the first transport and as he approached a purification trooper braced up. "Sir, we are ready to launch. Platoon is accounted and IFVs are secured."

Vaun payed little attention to the man instead heading straight into the transport. "Very well Lieutenant, get us underway." he said dismissively.

"Yes sir." The trooper replied before boarding into the transport. Vaun moved towards the rear of the Kodiak inside the transport where 5 other troopers stood near motionless and prepared for combat. Vaun took but a brief moment to marvel at their discipline, like many other of Sularen's men they were champions of high-human culture yet he could barely sense a hint of hatred towards him. Perhaps the helmet hid it. It mattered little, they were pawns in a much larger game and Vaun did not need them to like him but simply follow orders.

Within a moment the green lights which filled the interior of the transport turned red and after whistle of hydraulics and whirring of engines the ship lifted off the hanger bay floor. Vaun steadied himself against the Kodiak as the transport slipped out the Star Destroyer and headed straight towards Schesa, right behind the first wave of mercenaries.

Vaun felt as the ship shook once it reached the upper orbit. Vaun felt as the pilot maneuverered to avoid anti-aircraft fire. Vaun felt as the ship began to slow as it made it's final descent. It was nearly time for war and though they were only fighting rebellious industrial workers, the Chiss relished at the idea of battle. The front doors of the transport creaked as they opened, light from the planet spilling into the troop bay as the interior lights turned back to a bright green.

 

[Tibera Jessen]

Egressing through the Schesa's atmosphere was relatively painless, other than the jarring shake of turbulence as the shuttle moved down through the clouds. This changed as soon as the shuttle entered into the airspace of the capitol. Black puffs of smoke filled the air as explosive shells detonated around the intruding aircraft. Shards of shrapnel struck the hull of the dropship like metal raindrops, the ship shaking as it made its way to the drop zone.

First objective for the mercenaries was securing the central plaza of the Capitol city. The significance of the area was mostly symbolic, a point that Tibera took umbrage with. Risking life and limb for flags and statues was for regular army troops in their mind, or more to the point, anyone but them. Beyond the symbolism the plaza offered a good staging area for ground troops, and gave access to major roadways and buildings.

Soon the ramp would lower, and the mercenaries would pile out. Then there was silence, a deafening, unnatural silence...

"Fan out, secure the perimeter!" The platoon sergeant called out. The mercenaries followed their orders and searched around, finding nothing in the plaza itself.

All of a sudden there was the telltale sound of blaster fire coming from above the mercenaries. Corporate forces and local militia had set up a deadly crossfire in preparation for the assault. Some men fell almost immediately as the energy weapons raked across the plaza, others clamored for any cover they could find. Return fire was sporadic and inaccurate, a result of the suppressive fire hailing down on them. Tibera was hunkered down behind a large statue of some long dead planetary figure, assessing their options. Only one option really seemed viable, forward.


Tibera struck out towards the front entrance of a nearby hotel, kicking in the door as they went. Other mercenaries followed suit seeking better cover inside. There were militia fighters inside the lobby of the building, they were dealt with by a few well aimed shots by TIbera's group.

SKR-13 Himm'vaun'merek Marlon Sularen

 

[Joseph Torson]

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R E T U R N_T O_G R O U N D_Z E R O
Objective : Neo-Imperial Nationalization

FINAL DAWN
SCHESA, UNKNOWN REGIONS

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ACTIVE FORCES​
FD-874/3.0 Troop Transport [x4] AV86 Condor Utility Shuttle [x2] VH-280 Kodiak ISV [x2] Elite Raptor Commandos [x36] Red Right Hand Operators [x178]

Joseph Torson marched into the hangars of one of the Praetorian-Class Star Destroyers within the High Regent's Flottila, escorted by a small squad of Elite Raptor Commandos. All throughout the hangar, preparations we're being made for the deployment of recently-created Special Operations Unit known as the Red Right Hand. Comprised of some of the best and most loyal operatives of the Final Dawn, the Red Right Hand directly answered to the High Regent and pretty much served as Sularen's Personal Special Operations Unit to enforce his will as he saw fit across the galaxy, and with the Final Dawn launching one of it's first major military operation since the Battle of Exegol, they had been called upon to ensure it's success namely in keeping watch over the Mercenaries hired by the Final Dawn and spearhead the elimination of Rogue Insurgent Forces that we're resisting the Final Dawn's takeover of Schesa.

As Torson walked through the hangar, he watched as the two Kodiak Infantry Support Vehicles we're being attached to the Magnetic Clamps of the Utility Shuttle, while the last Operators and Commandos boarded the Troop Transports. Right outside the hangar, Schesa could be seen in full view and while he walked through the hangar, Torson took some time to think about the mission he was about to partake in. He knew the High Regent had some history with the world especially considering it had been the seat of power of a nation that had betrayed him in order to rise to power in the first place. To him, if anything it was a hive of treason and disloyalty, and the presence of the Rogue Employees and Local Resistance Fighters was a sign that the Planet had not been fully purified from the sins of the Zweihander Union, but that would all change today.

Once Torson approached his Troop Transport, he was greeted by the Main Bay Officer who stood outside the Transport, actively coordinating the preparations for the imminent deployment. "Ah, Captain Torson. You've arrived just in time. The Infantry Support Vehicles have been secured and the entire Force has been accounted for." the Officer said. "Good, let's get moving, i have word Captain Vaun has already made landfall, and i'm sure Captain Dajaay could use some extra hands" Torson said. "Roger that, sir." the Officer said, he then turned around to join the rest of the Hangar Bay Crew, while Torson and his Raptors entered the Troop Transport.

Eventually , the engines of the Troop Transports and the pair of Shuttles came to life as they took off one-by-one slipping out the hangar of the Neo-Imperial Battlecruiser before heading straight towards the surface Schesa escorted by a Squadron of Final Dawn TIE Terminators. As the group of Transports and Shuttles reached the upper atmosphere it came under anti-aircraft fire most likely set up my the local insurgents resisting the Final Dawn Takeover. As his Troop Transport navigated through enemy fire, Torson could feel as craft shook from it's interior, with the Raptors all around him prepared themselves for battle. For Torson's entire task force this was their first time seeing combat since the Second Great Hyperspace War and morale was high as today's action was expected to be the first of many battles to come, as the Final Dawn embarked on it's lengthy campaign to consolidate it's power across the Unknown Regions and all of them expected one and only one outcome for today's battle, none other then a decisive victory fr the Final Dawn and the utter annihilation of all resistance towards their takeover of Schesa.

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Tags | SKR-13 | Tibera Jessen | Himm'vaun'merek | Varos Dajaay ​

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[Himm'vaun'merek]

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Location: Schesa
Objective: Neo-Imperial Nationalization
Tags: Tibera Jessen SKR-13 Joseph Torson
Forces:

• 4 Kodiak Infantry Fighting Vehicles
• 24 Purification Troopers

The Kodiak's rumbled as their engine's came to life and they charged down the ramp of the transports, the troopers were quick to follow, immediately fanning out to provide 360 degrees of security. The Chiss stayed relatively close to the IFVs as the transports lifted back off the ground, leaving as quickly as they came. As soon as they had left the Lieutenant ran straight for Vaun, stopping just short.

"Sir, perimeter is clear. Mercenaries landed about 2 click's ahead, seems they have attracted most of the resistance."

Vaun gave a nod before climbing onto the Kodiak and opening the commander's hatch and getting in. All the while he spoke "Alright then Lieutenant, lets go bail out these mercenaries, when we attack whatever central industrial building or office that the corpos are using as a headquarters, I'd like to have some of our disposable soldiers at hand."

The purification trooper nodded and silently signelled for each squad to form up and prepare to move. Vaun grabbed a handset from inside the commander's compartment and spoke into it, connecting to all the other vehicles. "All Kodiaks, prepare to move to grid coordinates senth nern five, eight, six, zero, three, four, seven, two." and in an instant the Kodiak lurched forward, followed in single file by the other 3 vehicles. On their flanks the purification troopers moved, watching every ruined building they had.

Very soon the blaster fire was audible and with a pair of macrobinoculars Vaun could make out the battle ahead. As expected many of the mercenaries had been cut down as soon as they stepped off the transports and many more were in brutal close quarter fighting. The philosophy of the dawn, and particular the Hand of Judgement was in full view, let others less committed die in the place of yourself.

Vaun picked the handset back up and in no rush, spoke a new set of orders. "Prepare for contact. Kodiak Two will follow me in, three and four be prepared to provide fire support here." he said before looking back down into the hatch, "Driver, forwad. Gunner, HE, left building, third floor." and in an instant the turret swung towards Vaun's target indication.

"On!" the gunner shouted.

A grin widened across the Chiss' face. Now was time for his favourite part.

"Fire." and in a second the 40mm autocannon began blasting away at the ruined building, taking chunks of concrete out of it and leaving a huge plume of dust, smoke and fragments. Kodiak two began firing at it's own targets, cutting down an militia men out in the open with it's coaxial blaster. Two squads of purification troopers followed closely behind the vehicles. As soon as they reached the initial landing area of the mercenaries the two Kodiak's stopped and the troopers rushed out from behind, beginning their section on assaults on the building that Vaun's Kodiak had been firing before.

"Any and all mercenary forces at LZ Cresh, come out of hiding, your armour is here." he said with not much enthusiasm. Now come the part where ha had to deal with mercenaries.

 

[Tibera Jessen]

Tibera was assisting some of the mercenaries with dragging in the wounded when the armor showed up. So, they sent in reinforcements after all. It seemed almost assured that they had been sent in as sacrificial pawns in the Final Dawn's game. The only thing that Tib knew for sure was, they were damned glad those tanks showed up. It was a truly cathartic sight to see those autocannons laying waste to whatever was left of the building across the street.

"I'll be a bantha's mother, it's about bloody time." Now that their little skirmish was over, it was time to survey the battlefield. Many mercenaries and militia fighters alike lay dead. By Tibera's count they were now a little over half strength, probably twelve to thirteen in number. It was a higher attrition rate than expected, but they'd given these fighters a black eye for sure. One among the dead worried Tibera, their platoon sergeant. This left their unit in a command vacuum, one that needed to be filled ASAP.

"Gather anything off the dead you can! Ammo, weapons, water, and anything else that we can stockpile, and get that beacon up so we can get more troops down here. I have a meeting..." Tibera took to barking orders quickly, knowing that the other mercenaries would quickly become disorganized otherwise. Disorganized mercs meant a serious ass chewing from command, or worse.

Now it was time for potentially the hardest part of the job, dealing with officers. They were polar opposites from very similar worlds, military officials and mercenaries. One prided themselves on strict control and sense of duty, the other was a chaotic band of misfits scrounging for scraps. Yet they both had the common link of being fueled by war. No doubt whoever this commander was, he'd much rather be doing anything but leading mercs around by the nose, and the feeling of dissatisfaction was mutual.

Best to start on the right foot, and that was to meet the Commandant face to face. As Tibera walked out of the hotel's blaster scorched doorway, her helmet gave a hiss as it's seal broke. As she removed the helmet the reason she wore it became obvious. Her soft feminine features were marred by a large burn scar on her right cheek, as well as very minor scars on her face from more minor injuries.

"Corporal Tibera Jessen, at your service Commandant. Thank you for the support sir."

Himm'vaun'merek

 

[Joseph Torson]

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R E T U R N_T O_G R O U N D_Z E R O
Objective : Neo-Imperial Nationalization

FINAL DAWN
SCHESA, UNKNOWN REGIONS

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ACTIVE FORCES​
FD-874/3.0 Troop Transport [x4] AV86 Condor Utility Shuttle [x2] VH-280 Kodiak ISV [x2] Elite Raptor Commandos [x36] Red Right Hand Operators [x178]

As Vaun's Forces moved forth to reinforce Tibera's Mercenaries, the four Troop Transports and two Shuttles containing the Red Right Hand and the Small Contigent of Raptors, all commanded by Captain Torosn, soon arrived in full view of the battlefield as they moved forth to land right behind the advancing forces of the Hand of Judgement led by Captain Vaun. As the Troop Transports landed, the main doors proceeded to opened up as three dozen Red Right Hand Operators emerged from each Troop Transports quickly moving forth to join up with the main force of Purification Troopers led by Vaun. At the same time, the large Utility Shuttles deactivated their magnetic clamps, allowing the Kodiak ISVs they carried to touch the ground before moving forth to deploy their own compliment of Red Right Hand Operators.

As the Full might of the Red Right Hand moved forth to support Vaun's Forces and Tibera's Mercenaries, unleashing hell upon any hostile forces still remaining across the battlefield, Captain Joseph Torson finally emerged from the entrance of his Troop Transport, as his Raptor Commandos poured out, eager to shed blood in the name of Glory for the Final Dawn. Taking out a pair electrobinaculars, Torson observed the ongoing battle as a Kodiak ISV stopped right beside ready to offer him some transportation. It seemed that Tibera's Mercenaries had been previously pinned down before the arrival of the Hand of Judgement, who now had given the Final Dawn some additional momentum in the current battle as they pushed against the entrenched Insurgents.

After lowering his electrobinaculars, Torson quickly hopped into the Kodiak ISV, where he was greeted by 5 other Raptor Commandos who had also boarded the ISV along with him, which included the commander of the contingent of Raptors accompanying him. "Where is Captain Dajaay? I only see Captain Vaun's Forces and Corporal Jessen's Mercenaries out here" Torson said. "We have no idea, sir. We have tried to reach the Captain many times now" the Commander said. "We don't need Captain Dajaay, we already have those scumbags on the run. It's only a matter of time before we eradicate them." said a Raptor Commando with enthusiasm. "Calm down trooper, we don't know what surprises those Insurgents have planned for us. We are storming their industrial facilities after all, who knows how much secret weapons they might have built there while we took the time to prepare our takeover" the Commander replied

"With all due respect sir, but that doesn't matter. We'll beat them regardless of what they throw at us. Glory to the Final Dawn" the soldier shouted while saluting by raising his right fist, his Commander's attempts to calm him down having failed. "Glory to the Final Dawn" the rest of the soldiers repeated while raising their right fists. "Some eager soldiers you got there, Commander." Torson remarked. "They've been waiting for this day since Exegol, Captain. The Day we would finally strike back against our enemies once more despite the loss of the Mawite Throneworld." he said. "Well then let's not keep our men waiting." Torson said. He then took out his commlink and opened a channel with Captain Vaun and Corporal Jessen. "Captain Vaun, Corporal Jessen. The Red Right Hand has arrived. If you need any assistance just let me know. We'll be pushing straight towards one of the entrances to the building in full force." as he awaited any response, the Captain smiled, this was where the fun truly began.

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Tags | SKR-13 | Tibera Jessen | Himm'vaun'merek | Varos Dajaay ​

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[SKR-13]

Final Dawn Imperials worked fast, and they worked efficiently. Already had they engaged the the corpo's local forces, and judging from comm chatter, their assaults were quite successful. The droid couldn't help but to admire their brutal effectiveness to get the job done.

Though it was one coming engagement in particular that SKR-13 was to be involved in. The joint attack that Tiberia's mercenaries and Final Dawn forces, led by Vaun and Torson. The assassin droid himself had no real part in the tedium of direct warfare that those named were about to partake in, but their bloodshed would be the cover for the droid's secret slaughter.

"SKR-13, contracted killer reporting." It buzzed in over the comms. "Awaiting for your forces to make their push on the building. This unit will deploy once resistance forces are occupied to eliminate their back-line." It updated as it's starfighter swerved towards the site of intended battle. Aerial deployment to the roof of the complex to dispose of any snipers or over watch on the roof was to be it's first priority when the fighting started.

Tibera Jessen Himm'vaun'merek Joseph Torson

 

[Himm'vaun'merek]

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Location: Schesa
Objective: Neo-Imperial Nationalization
Tags: Tibera Jessen SKR-13 Joseph Torson
Forces:

• 4 Kodiak Infantry Fighting Vehicles
• 24 Purification Troopers

As Vaun sat in the Kodiak surveying the remaining area the other two rolled up slowly from behind, bringing with them the other two squads. His attention quickly changed to one of the mercenaries barking orders at the others. Perhaps they had some discipline among them. He stared as the mercenary approached and removed her helmet, yet still an almost apathetic and unimpressed look was plastered across his face.

"Very well Corporal." he said before turning his attention back to one of the control screens in the commander cupola. "You have command of this rabble. I want your mercenaries pushing ahead of the Kodiaks as our scouts." Glorified meat shields, to trigger any mines and initiate any ambushes that lay ahead. Final Dawn equipment and personnel was a much bigger investment than these vagabonds after all, better they bite the dust instead.

He emerged back out with a hologram showing a map of the area. "We'll advance down towards this central Industrial office. Intelligence is led to believe that this is where they are coordinating their resistance. " he said before putting the hologram away. "Once we reach it the Kodiak's will suppress the building and we will move in to clear it. The Colonel will be attacking at the same time."

The Chiss turned to look inside to his crewman, about to give them new orders before remembering one last thing. "And Corporal, no survivors. That's what you're being paid for." The Kodiak rumbled as it slowly began moving forward, down the street towards the central office building. "Glory to the Final Dawn." he said smugly. He knew the mercenary did not share his loyalty to the Dawn, he simply enjoyed hearing the disgruntled return of his salute.

Slowly moving forward his commlink came to life with the Colonel's voice. Right on time. "Understood Colonel. I'm making my push to the headquarters now." he replied as the Kodiak lurched along the street flanked by purification troopers on either side. The voice of another mercenary filled the commlink, a droid from what he could make it. The assault was set then and another few streets and they would reach the headquarters. It was no doubt the insurgents knew the Dawn would be there soon, their run-and-gun tactics would only last them so long.

 

[Tristan Evore]

R E V I V A L
HIGH LORD OF ESSION

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Time seemed to stretch out, a surreal intermission in the unfolding drama. From the sleek viewports of the Knighthammer, a cutting-edge Bellidux-Class Star Battlecruiser, the formidable Final Dawn fleet appeared almost diminutive against the vast canvas of space. Their planetward descent was a work in progress, and the transfer of ground troops had just initiated.

Tristan couldn't help but empathize with the unfortunate souls designated for this arduous task. The so-called "purification" of Schesa, a twisted euphemism coined by Sularen, camouflaged the ruthless eradication of dissidents under the banner of "delivering justice." In reality, Schesa held no tangible strategic value for the Final Dawn's ambitions. It was Sularen's tyrannical impulse, a need to keep any perceived "traitors" firmly under his thumb, that compelled this operation. And so, Sularen had bargained with Ession, striking an unexpected deal: Release the Schesan employees of Zero Corporation to the custody of the Final Dawn, along with their research facilities, and in return, Ession would be spared the turmoil of their intervention.

Yet, circumstances within Ession had evolved since that agreement had been inked.

"Patch me through to the flagship of the Final Dawn," Tristan directed, swiveling his focus back to his unswerving confidant, the esteemed Essionian Commodore-General. "Let Sularen know I seek a parley. We'll uphold our end of the bargain, but a storm far more colossal than anticipated is on the horizon." With that, he withdrew.

His steps resonated with purpose as he embarked on the journey toward the heart of the Knighthammer, the vessel's hangar bay. His mind, as much a repository of history as it was a theater of strategy, began to wander through the labyrinthine corridors of memory. Centuries of service had bound him to the whims of both imperial dominions and democratic bastions alike. He had watched the rise and fall of ideologies, the ebb and flow of power, and the ceaseless cadence of conflict that stitched the fabric of his existence.

His thoughts brushed over the tapestry of his experiences—leaders who bore the weight of nations on their shoulders, alliances forged and broken in the crucible of ambition, and the haunting echoes of battles fought for causes grand and ignoble. Through it all, he had stood unwavering, a sentinel navigating the torrents of history with an unyielding commitment to his duty.

"Sic semper ad Socios de Commoditate"

Marlon Sularen​

 

[Onrai]

"Things seem to be going well." The familiar sense of another presence within his proximity most likely indicated to Admiral Sularen who - or what - had arrived on his bridge, eager to witness what happened next. Onrai sighed as she pointed out the bridge's glass at a rift, somewhat of a wrinkle in the fabric of space that was barely visible against the stars and everything else beyond it. "Should you need what I have to offer, it is waiting patiently behind that small tear."

Whether he used it or not, she was unsure.

Marlon Sularen

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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R E T U R N_T O_G R O U N D_Z E R O
Objective : Planetary Lockdown

FINAL DAWN
SCHESA, UNKNOWN REGIONS

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"What's the status on the Ground Operation"

"The Mercenaries and the Hand of Judgement are making considerable progress against the Insurgents, Sir." Rackham said as he scrolled through his datapad, keeping tabs on the activities of the numerous pockets of Final Dawn Forces scattered across the system, carrying on the operation. "What about the Army Operation." Sularen further inquired. "We have yet to hear anything from Captain Dajaay ." Rackham. "Keep me informed, i want to know the status of Dajaay's Operations as soon as possible" the High Regent responded. So far things we're going smoothly as the Blockade had already been set up, although Captain Rohm had yet to arrive. Regardless at this pace, it would seem that there was no need to rush things for now.

Then, suddenly the sensors of the Neo-Imperial Battlecruiser began blaring up as it detected an incoming starship. "Sir! We're detecting a single Ship coming out of hyperspace" the Senior Sensor Officer cried out. Immediately, Sularen shifted his focus towards the vast expanse of space infront the Battlecruiser where he soon spotted a single Warship emerge from hyperspace. "Rackham?" Sularen inquired. "Seems like we have a Bellidux-Class Star Battlecruiser, manufactured by Kuat Drive Yards. IFF transponders identify it as the Knighthammer." the Colonel responded. "Sir, we're being hailed by the Knighthammer. It's High Lord Tristan Evore of Ession." The Senior communications officer cried out. Before Sularen could offer a response to the matter, he was interrupted by a familiar voice, indicating the presence of none other then Onrai within the Bridge of his Flagship. Stepping forward towards the front of the Bridge, the Godess proceeded to point at a rift deep within the void of space, most likely containing something she planned on using incase things went South.

"Things seem to be going well. Should you need what I have to offer, it is waiting patiently behind that small tear."

"That won't be necessary for now. It would be best if we didn't reveal all our cards should the Insurgents make the move to strike us." Sularen responded. He then turned back to the Communications Officer who was still waiting on a response from the High Regent on how to respond to the Essonian High Lord's request. "Open a Channel with the Knighthammer. I'd like to hear what the High Lord has to say." Sularen said.

Tags | Tristan Evore | Alvis Hafey | Onrai | Lyra Rohm ​

 

[Tibera Jessen]

Tibera reluctantly saluted the man atop the tank. "Aye sir, I'll have them move out as soon as possible, sir." Calling someone like Vaun "sir" was enough to make her skin crawl.

"Change of plans, no setting up a beachhead! We just volunteered for scouting duty..."

There were rumblings and groans from the mercenaries. Most of them weren't keen to be meat shields for a couple of high value tanks. That was the problem of being a mercenary. Once you were in the field you were little more than fodder for the enemies guns. What made things worse was that TIbera wasn't even objecting to it, the thought of doing so seemed impossible. They were her orders, she had to see them through no matter what.

With the armored lady's guidance the mercs fell into line rather quickly. In only a few moments they were making tracks ahead of the Kodiaks. If they were to be human bulwarks then at least they'd be obedient ones. It was rather interesting that all of these men were willing to follow single corporal into battle so loyally. Whether it was because of her grit and coolness under fire, or her simply imposing figure thanks to her armored suit, not a single mercenary seemed to have qualms with her. Though some made jokes behind her back to the rest of the platoon. They could have their jokes at her expense, so long as they fell in line she didn't care.

A deathly quiet now fell over things, only the sound of marching feet and hovering tanks to break up the monotony. After the adrenaline high that was their last battle, it was both appreciate and off-putting. Their enemies were still there, hiding in the rubble around them like rats. They'd be just as hard to root out too, although their bite would be backed up with high explosives. Better not to focus on just how well armed these militiamen seemed to be. Hopefully the sights of enemy snipers would be more focused on a certain other target rather than her.

That being said, things were going almost too smoothly as they made their to their next objective. Did they already scare off the enemy after just one battle? Or was there some hellish surprise waiting for them up ahead?

 

[Joseph Torson]

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R E T U R N_T O_G R O U N D_Z E R O
Objective : Neo-Imperial Nationalization

FINAL DAWN
SCHESA, UNKNOWN REGIONS

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ACTIVE FORCES​
FD-874/3.0 Troop Transport [x4] AV86 Condor Utility Shuttle [x2] VH-280 Kodiak ISV [x2] Elite Raptor Commandos [x36] Red Right Hand Operators [x178]

So far, progress was being made on the battlefield as the combined forces of the Hand of Judgement and Hired Mercenaries further advanced against the Insurgents on their way towards the Headquarters. With Tibera's Mercenaries at the lead and Vaun's Forces right behind them as well as the larger contingent of the Red Right Hand close nearby, it would only be a matter of time before the insurgent headquarters inevitably fell at the hands of the Final Dawn. "Roger that, Captain Vaun. We'll move in to support you." Torson responded through the comms. "Move in the Kodiaks and Operators to support Captain Vaun's and Jessen's Forces." he ordered.

As ordered, Torson's Two Kodiaks which included the Kodiak he was currently inside, quickly moved forth to reinforce Vaun's own Kodiaks while Torson's Operators quickly moved forth to join up with Vaun's Purification Troopers and Tibera's Mercenaries in their general push against the enemy insurgents bolstering their ranks and increasing their firepower in order to add further pressure against them. As Torson's Kodiak gunned down a few Insurgents within a building his comlink began beeping as he received a call from the Assassin Droid hired by the High Regent.

"SKR-13, contracted killer reporting. Awaiting for your forces to make their push on the building. This unit will deploy once resistance forces are occupied to eliminate their back-line."

"Roger that, SKR-13. We have begun pushing towards the enemy headquarters. You may begin the operation as soon as you can" Torson replied.

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Tags | SKR-13 | Tibera Jessen | Himm'vaun'merek | Varos Dajaay ​

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