Dominion Song of the Dinner Bell | TIC Dominion of Cholganna

[Torgath Warsaw]

Marlon Sularen

It did not take them long to enter into the Imperial Center for Military Operations, with his two Kailkruts-guns trailing behind him. He had ensured that they received comprehensive instructions to follow, specifically to map the various facilities for concealed vulnerabilities and potential backdoor access points.

While loyalty to the Imperial Confederation was expected, an unwavering allegiance to a single faction was counterintuitive of the goals of the Tarkin Initiative. Warsaw mentally tuned out the Supreme Commander Marlon Sularen as they traversed the dark corridors of the nearly completed structure.

Observing the bureaucratic offices, training facilities, armories, and barracks, they collectively formed a thorough design intended to enable the Imperial Military to swiftly respond to evolving situations, such as the Planeshift and the rise of competing powers like the Black Sun and the Mandalorian Empire in the vicinity.

"Certainly a well thought out center for military control, Supreme Commander Sularen. Though are you sure it is wise to gather so much military infrastructure on one planet within the Imperial Confederation, surely you are aware of the history of the New Imperial Order where rebellions were common and the first thing a rebel would think of is to sabotage our military awareness."

He paused, allowing the weight of his statement to resonate in the atmosphere for a brief moment, fully aware that a Rebellion would inevitably arise against the Imperial Confederation, as it always had, even during the era of the Iron Emperor. This structure, while formidable, could be easily compromised and rendered nonfunctional by even a small contingent of Jedi or special forces.

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[Joseph Torson]

S O N G_O F_T H E_D I N N E R_B E L L
Objective 1 : Hunting the Sa Nalaor

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
CHOLGANNA, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

Spoiler: Gear

• Imperial Assault Blaster Carbine [1]
• NZ Modular Blaster-03P [2]
• 'Streiter' Vibroblade [1]
• Tenebrae Commando Armor Mk. II [w/ Jetpack + Flight Attachment]

Spoiler: Accompanying Forces

• SpecNav Commandos [10/10]

As soon as the Imperial Gunship made landfall and the side doors opened, the Strike Team quickly disembarked, their weapons out and on full alert for any potential hostiles with Torson being the last one to exit the Gunship. Upon exiting the Gunship, Torson moved forth to seek out Dothon and Talstan and proceeded to address both of them. "Alright, Dothon, Talstan, here's the game plan. We'll split up into 3 squads and cover the bridge, cargo bay and data center. I will take the bridge, Dothon can cover the cargo bay and Talstan can take the data center." he explained.

"Make sure to take note of dormant battle droids and nexu nests that may be scattered throughout the frigate. We don't want to risk drawing too much attention that will potentially compromise our operation. If we're going to succeed we will need to move swiftly and smoothly without any delay" Torson added. "That being said, good luck and Long live the Empire." Torson said as he disengaged the safety mechanism of his Assault Blaster and moved forth to leave the hangar with his group of 10 SpecNav Commandos as they began to venture down the worn down hallways of the frigate on their journey towards the Frigate's bridge.

Tags | Saltare Dothon | Devang Talstan | OPEN​

 

[Marlon Sularen]

S O N G_O F_T H E_D I N N E R_B E L L
Objective 3 : Exploration and Extraction

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
CHOLGANNA, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

As Sularen and Warsaw walked through the military complex, Warsaw chimed in to offer his thoughts, complimenting Sularen on how well thought the complex was for the Imperial Confederation's military command but then inquiring about the potential risks that would come with investing a lot of military infrastructure on a singular planet which could easily be targeted by rebel action. It was a valid concern as the Imperial Confederation would inevitably have to deal with rebel movements that would seek to topple it. However there was an easy explanation to alleviate such concerns, which Sularen intended to deliver to the Imperial theorist.

"Simply put. Cholganna has no native population outside the small community established from the survivors of that Seperatist warship that crash-landed here centuries ago." Sularen explained. "Rebellions thrive when there is a native population present as it's easy to destabilize our rule through the people. Without a native population, any rebel movement will have to travel here off-world and that already gives an advantage."

"Furthermore, i intend for this military complex to serve as the nucleus of a larger network that will soon be comprised of shipyards, vast industries and at least a dozen garrison bases scattered across the planet. Along with a strong military presence, strict surveillance measures and extremely tight restrictions on travel from and to this world, it will be extremely difficult for any rebel to make landfall and effectively target our operation here. The same goes for any invading army that would seek to decapitate our military command in one fell swoop." Sularen added before pausing for a few seconds.

"In time, Cholganna will become a true impregnable Imperial fortress world that might potentially outlast the Confederation itself." the Supreme Commander proclaimed. It was then that the Imperial duo arrived at the Central Command Terminal, where Imperial officers could oversee various military operations that would be undertaken by the various branches of the Imperial Confederation such as the Army, Navy, Special Forces, Security Service and Inquisitorous. From here, Sularen would lead Doctor Warsaw into a large empty room with no features other then the black walls and floor. "Now, about that SimonE Coordination Network."

Tags | Torgath Warsaw | CLOSED​

 

[Squesha]

A swarm of fighters left the hangers of Admiral Squeshas ships like hornets out of a distrubed nest. What little fighter cover the pirates was decimated by the precision, skill and superior numbers of the imperial fighters. The fighters turned their attention to the capital ships. In response the pirstes tried to defend themselves but without fighters their firepower was largely ineffective. It did however offer the star destroyers a reprieve from the enemys guns.

"Obliterate them! But leave the command ship crippled. I want them taken alive as proof of our superiority."

The star destroyers opened fire, their massive guns doing what they were designed for. The enemy fleet was hemmed in on all sides, and had nowhere to escape. The corvettes were destroyed instantly, erupting into plumes of fire before breaking apart. The frigates were next. Squeasha had positioned her ship somewhat underneath the enemy, allowing her to target the vulnerable undersides. There was no time for evacuation as turbolasers tore through their hulls, and the broken husks that were left soon drifted slowly towards the planet. Squesha knew that the wreckage would fall on the surface but had decided it was not worth breaking it apart further in case it lands on imperial troops. Not her fault if they didnt look up.

The mon clamari cruiser was a tougher nut to crack. Squesha knew these ships well, after all they were built in her homeworld. It was still putting out considerable damage, and she winced as the star destroyer to he left took a heavy blow that disabled one of its primary ion cannon turrets.

"Get to the rear of that cruiser! I will keep its attention. Once you are in its rear arc it has few gun emplacements that can target you. You should make short work of its engines."

She shut off the fleet wide comms.

"We are going to get their shields down. All guns target their deflector shield projectors!"

Thanks to her insight the crew already had the schematics of that ship in their targetting databanks, the MC 95 class heavy cruiser. The deflector shield projectors were on the port and starboard blisters, and had a large heat build up as the shields took their beating. Fighter control sent out a command:

"Bombers of Flight wing Alpha and Beta, target the Port and starboard deflector shield projectors respectively. Two interceptor squadrons are to accompany each."

From the flanking star destroyers the bombers flew out, each accompanied by their interceptor escort that had rejoined them. Heavy proton bombs and torpedos were launched, leading to catastrophic failure of the enemy shields. They were helpless.

"Fire at will! Bombers take out their guns! And prepare boarding parties."

Without shields it was no contest. Great explosions tore through the engines, and the enemy guns fell silent as they were taken out one by one. It was over in minutes. The enemy cruiser listed and smoked, completely disabled. The fighters returned to their hangers, their losses minimal. Inside the hanger of The Enforcer several shuttles launched, each with a full compliment of troopers. They had their orders: Take as many prisoners as possible but eliminate anyone who still dared to fight back.

 

[Dollshade]

Location: Approach to the Retreat - Cholganna
Objective: Secure the Retreat.
Tag: Tova Zyl Selrik Lorcas │ Open

Although she had passed her calibration trials, scoring well above the projections in the process, Dollshade knew that her efficacy as an Asset of the Imperial Secret Service had yet to be verified. This was her chance to do just that. A live combat trial on Cholganna, embedded within the military operation to secure the Retreat. There was no truer test than an active conflict zone.

Attached to the Stormclad Company, Dollshade moved silently ahead of their advance. Although the Hapan doubted that the stormtroopers truly needed her in order to achieve their objectives, she was determined to make their work easier. Fewer casualties. Better intelligence. Greater lethality.

“Reporting foot-mobiles moving into ambush positions,” she piped up over comms. “Watch alleys and buildings for contact. There’s a separate group escorting four hoverturrets into enfilade positions along the main concourse, over.”

All the while, the stormtroopers’ HUDs lit up with marking runes, highlighting the hoverturrets’ rough positions as reported by the ISS Asset. However, by the time they had processed the new information, one of the hoverturrets had blinked out, registering as neutralized.

The Asset was already working.

A chakram split the air, shearing through the turret’s barrel. The gunner screamed, before hurling himself off of the platform. However, the action didn’t save him from the burst of hypersonic slugs that speared through his chest, painting the ground in a spray of viscera and crimson mist as his ruined corpse crumpled over.

One down. Three to go.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Opaline Skin
  
  • Arms
    
    • Modular Attachment Point - L
      
      • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade
    • Modular Attachment Point - R
      
      • Repulsor Projector
• Blushwheels
  
  • Enhancement Cell Chamber
    
    • Empty
• Needlewitch
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Phase I “Susurration” Anti-Sonic Silencer
  • Ammunition
    
    • Standard Penetrator Magazine (4)
    • Armor Penetrator Magazine (4)

 

[Tova Zyl]

Location: Approach to The Retreat
Objective: Make things boom! Oh and occupy the settlement
Entourage: Stormclad Company
Callsign: Firecracker
Tags: Dollshade | Selrik Lorcas

Tova was pushing forward into the Retreat. Her blaster rapidly taking down the feeble resistance. "Boomer" and "Whisper" were beside her doing the same. Under the cover of her helmet a smile revealed how much Tova was enjoying herself, but it was rightfully hidden away from the world around her. She did after all put duty ahead of enjoyment. Just so happened duty was blowing things up and she enjoyed that immensely.

"Reporting foot-mobiles moving into ambush positions," she piped up over comms. "Watch alleys and buildings for contact. There's a separate group escorting four hoverturrets into enfilade positions along the main concourse, over."

The unfamiliar voice over the comms announced a bigger challenge than the riff-raft that her squad was currently dealing with. "Whisper, Boomer. Let's go take out those hoverturrets before the tanks move in and steal all the excitement," Tova called out to her squad mates. She didn't wait for orders. She just moved in, assuming that the voice on the comms was just some spotter calling out targets.

"Firecracker. I know you can't resist a challenge, but make sure you aren't forgetting our flank," Sgt Vorrant called out to keep Tova focused.

"Aye Sarge. We'll do our job right," Tova replied as she moved forward. She gave hand signals for Boomer and Whisper, the squad's comm specialist, to clear any alleyways as she pushed on towards the reported enemy big guns.

As Tova turned onto the main concourse she saw the ISS asset's weapon flash through the air, and the carnage that it caused at the end of its flight. "WOAH! Did you see that? Where did that come from?" Tova exclaimed, momentarily losing focus.

"Firecracker has the East turret!" Tova called over the general comm channel and started her assault on the target she called out.

Spoiler: Loadout

• NZ-HLR-330 Blaster Rifle
• G-2 Imperial Blaster
• FAE-A-11 Imperial Stormtrooper Armor
• explosives
• standard rations (3 days)

 

[Torgath Warsaw]

Marlon Sularen

"An Imperial fortress world..." Warsaw contemplated briefly as Marlon Sularen endeavored to alleviate any concerns in his mind about the accumulation of numerous imperial assets on a singular world. His rationale was mostly valid, particularly regarding Cholganna's lack of an indigenous population that could oppose the Imperial presence, as well as the certainty that this site would be extensively fortified with buildings and military installations.

It is possible that the Supreme Commander either did not consider or preferred not to acknowledge that such a significant concentration of forces would limit the options for external powers such as the Alliance.

Should they manage to assemble a sufficiently large invasion fleet capable of breaching the planet's defenses, they could easily annihilate the Imperial Military in a single, decisive strike.

"An admirable ambition, Supreme Commander. Though surely we should prepare other military sites across the Confederation to avoid a complete concentration of military infrastructure in a single location as one coordinated siege could snip the beating heart of our burgeoning state, which is not within the aims of the Hidden Hand as we agreed upon." He paused, his mind already pondering over the potential downfall of the Confederation by a coordinated strike from within or the Galactic Alliance targeting this proposed fortress world to eliminate a threat before it even became one.

As Sularen led him into the large, empty room with its stark black walls, Warsaw's adjusted his collar for a moment before speaking plainly.

"As you know the SimonE Battle Coordination Network is top of the line technology which can replace the need for officers present on the battlefield in lue of recent events where battles have been decided by starship boarder's like those over Coruscant and Jedi Strike teams. This simple network will enable us...or more specifically you, Supreme Commander the chance to conduct your fleet actions away from the battlefield on a planet a hundred parsecs away." He explained with a few hand gestures wanting to get the message across that the Imperials always suffered defeat when their commanders were captured.

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[Dollshade]

Location: Approach to the Retreat - Cholganna
Objective: Secure the Retreat.
Tag: Tova Zyl Selrik Lorcas │ Open

“Firecracker, I have your flanks covered. The East turret is ahead, just behind the speeder garage near the street junction!” Dollshade’s voice came through the comms like smoke through a chapel, soft and saccharine.

Right on cue, a chakram tore through the air in a haze of breakneck motion, decapitating a blaster-armed insurgent as he leveled his rifle towards the short-statured heavy ordnance trooper. Blood erupted from the stump of his neck in a fountain, the body remaining upright for a few seconds while its head went flying into the street. All the while, the chakram kissed the facade of a nearby building and spun back into the fray, parting another man’s head from his neck with surgical indifference.

For a moment, the chakram’s wielder flickered into view along the nearby side road as she caught the weapon on its return trajectory, returning to her palm as if summoned by prayer. Clad in a dark, form-fitting skinsuit that left little of her aggressively feminine figure to the imagination, she faded back into the shadows just as quickly, albeit after launching a pair of chakrams towards a squad of insurgent infantry fifty meters distant.

What came next more resembled butchery, than battle.

The discs ripped through the insurgents in the manner of a scythe shearing through grass. A third decapitated head was knocked clear of its shoulders, skull cracking against stone as it landed in the street. A leg, severed clean above the knee, toppled one way while its owner collapsed the other, his screams silenced by a burst of hypervelocity slugs that reduced his chest to a steaming cavity. Another chakram spun, slicing open a man’s mouth before ripping through cheekbone and skull. His body dropped, twitching, blood gurgling out of what had once been a jaw.

Three more dead, in just as many seconds.

Dollshade ripped through the last three, her chakrams describing a bloody whirlwind as they rebounded and bounced off of the nearby facades. One chakram opened an insurgent’s throat like a zipper, blood spilling from the wound in thick rivulets as the man clutched his wound in a futile effort at containing his life’s essence. The other struck an insurgent’s spine, shattering vertebrae before exiting clean through his collar and burying itself into the last fighter’s heart, who gave a scream that was short, sharp, and wet.

The insurgents’ bodies crumpled over, and a melodic voice crackled over the stormtrooper’s comms.

“The way to the East turret is clear. Go!”

Spoiler: Loadout

• Opaline Skin
  
  • Arms
    
    • Modular Attachment Point - L
      
      • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade
    • Modular Attachment Point - R
      
      • Repulsor Projector
• Blushwheels
  
  • Enhancement Cell Chamber
    
    • Empty
• Needlewitch
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Phase I “Susurration” Anti-Sonic Silencer
  • Ammunition
    
    • Standard Penetrator Magazine (4)
    • Armor Penetrator Magazine (4)

 

[Selrik Lorcas]

OBJECTIVE: Secure the Retreat
LOCATION: Aboard the Bastion
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The fighting had started.

The holotable on the Bastion kept track of the movements of tagged Imperial forces as they crisscrossed the battlefield, taking up firing positions, shooting down enemies, destroying weapons emplacements and turrets. Selrik was not a typical ground commander as it were, feeling far more at home aboard his ship in space, but he was well-enough versed in command to understand how to lead a proper campaign. This one was relatively easy, as things went. Cholganna didn't have a large populace to begin with, and what it did have was not armed in a fashion capable of fighting back against Imperial firepower.

What he also knew was that even when they took the Retreat, they would end up dealing with holdouts hiding within the vast jungles for some time. They'd need to send in ISS agents to hunt them down and capture them once their FOB was established and a garrison was under construction.

"In sight of the Retreat now," the Lieutenant said.

Selrik looked away from the holo display and made his way to the transparisteel viewport. The Bastion had shields, so there was little worry for his own safety as he stood, looking out at the place the few people who lived on Cholganna called home. They were fighting. They were losing. It was a waste. At least his forces were being smart about it and not blowing everything up in their path. Precision was the key. Plus he'd issued orders only to attack those with weapons. Anyone else would be rounded up and interrogated, but they wouldn't be harmed. This was a capture mission, not a slaughter. If he wanted a slaughter he'd go hunting.

"Continue forward. Have the forward walkers use their big guns on any large positions that might pose a problem to the ground units, but otherwise refrain from firing. It seems our ground forces have this well in hand."

Meanwhile, the operative of Uncordis that was assigned to watch Sieliel Dimegor was disguised as a lowly scout trooper, operating on the edges of those who marched forward, seemingly keeping an eye out for lethal fauna that might decide an Imperial officer was a tasty, less than armored snack. He was accustomed to such assignments and didn't bat an eye at being asked to risk himself for the sake of bettering the Empire. What the Executor Primaris wanted he got. So far it had been less than eventful, anyway.

What few beasts he had seen had left them be after having been fired upon. He wasn't inclined to kill them if he didn't have to, so he left it largely at warning shots. They could be useful assets in the future, so unless they needed to die, why waste them? The woman didn't seem inclined to cause any trouble, focused on her mission. Though the people around her seemed to regard her with a level of disdain that was fitting given her attachments, even if they didn't know them. He assumed their dislike for her was focused more on her demotion, something almost equal to political death amongst the Empire. If they knew the truth they'd probably kill her regardless of the decisions of the ruling council.

<Ship ahead. Friendlies already on site.>

The merciful call came in across their comms frequencies from one of the forward scout troopers. Even though there were already friendlies on site, it didn't make this any less worthwhile. He'd gotten to watch her, see her focus, gauge her character. What she thought of the assignment that was given to her didn't seem to be expressed in a visual manner. Cruel as it might seem, it wasn't without purpose. He understood it. It wasn't that long ago he'd done similar tasks before he'd been chosen. Her time was coming. Soon.

OUTFIT: Moff Standard | GEAR: Blaster Pistol | COMPANIONS: Imperial Sentinels x4
TAGS: Tova Zyl | Dollshade | Sieliel Dimegor ​