Dominion Tentacles of Expansion - EotL Dominion of Ruisto/Munto Codru

[Hammer of the Lost]

Tentacles of Expansion: Dominion of Ruisto

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After the Quarren took control of the government of Dac and bent the knee to the Empire of the Lost, who had made the move possible, whispers started to circulate that the Quarren governor of Dac wanted to increase his influence over all of the Calamari sector. The first target at the suggestion of Imperial General Teckla Tane was the Ruisto system.

Long ago the first colony world of the Mon Calamari, Ruisto, had been utterly wiped out once by Palpatine’s Galactic Empire. Over the centuries the Mon Cals were able to reestablish the colony and build upon the former status. There are two shipyards orbiting the planet, which given enough time would be able to rebuild the Mon Cal navy lost during the previous struggle for their homeworld. So it was time again for the colony to fall.

This time Governor Dopirn Tez was not looking to wipe out the Mon Cal’s but to subjugate them and force any freedom seeking Mon Cal from the sector. Tez wished to rule every wave in the Calamari sector. Again aid will be coming from the Empire of the Lost. With Ruisto’s close proximity to Pakuuni, the homeworld of Imperial General Tane, this campaign will be just the forum that she needs to show off her new clone troopers and gain control over Pakuuni bringing it into the fold of the Empire.

OBJECTIVE 1: FISH IN A BARREL

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As cover for a Quarren infiltration, the Imperial Navy has initiated a blockade of the Ruisto system. Target the orbital shipyards or initiate orbital bombardments of the lesser populated underwater cities of the Mon Cals.

OBJECTIVE 2: SQUID GAME

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Join the Quarren forces led by Governor Dopirn Tez in a covert assault on the capital city of Ruisto. The Quarren will take the lead and assault the main security checkpoint of the city. Empire of the Lost amphibious squads will work in concert to hit the city at less protected areas.

OBJECTIVE 3: PAKUUNI COUNCIL MEETING

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While Teckla monitors progress of the assault on Ruisto she will host the rest of the Pakuuni ruling council along with emissaries from the Empire of the Lost. The purpose of impressing upon the Pakuuni council realizes the capabilities of the Empire and that they can join willingly or be forced to bend to the will of the superior Empire.

OBJECTIVE 4: BYOO

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Got your own idea for a story? Have at it!​

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

OBJECTIVE 1
FISH IN A BARREL
Attack Upon the Shipyard

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The Darkfall and its escort ships arrived in the Ruisto system, zipping out of hyperspace like oversized and ravenous locusts.

For the Empire of the Lost, the operation was designed to intimidate a world into submitting. For Maldor Mecetti, this was yet another engagement designed to prove himself to his new masters. It was also another chance to hone his fleet command skills. It was a skill he'd need to perfect if he planned to administer and defend Imperial territory.

Today's engagement should be manageable, given that the enemy was not entirely prepared for what was descending upon them.

"Launch all fighters. Have Raiders take flanking positions. Gozanti assault carriers to the rear."

The ships of his flotilla peeled apart like the petals of a flower, taking their assigned positions as a swarm of angry bees poured out of the Darkfall's belly. The red Tie/mg fighter craft screamed across the vacuum separating the Darkfall from the enemy shipyards, the ion wake from their engines reverberating against the hulls of other ships as they passed, heralding the wrath they would soon bring against the Empire's enemies. They were up-armed with ordinance rings in accordance with common House Mevetti practice, carrying torpedoes in addition to their usual armament.

In two minutes, the Ties would engage with the shipyard.

In three minutes, the Darkfall and her escorts would come within cannon and missile range of the target.

Then the true carnage would unfold.

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Victory Star Destroyer Darkfall
Tie/mg fighters with Ordinance Rings
Two Raider Corvettes
Two Gozanti Assault Carriers

 

[Sergan Vanori]

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OBJECTIVE 1: FISH IN A BARREL

ISD Gauntlet​

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"Of course, Governor Tez. We will ensure no ships escape the system. We may need to sacrifice a few cities with minuscule populations, but your labor force will not be seriously impacted."

As the Gauntlet barreled through hyperspace, Sergan spoke to the hologram of the now-sector governor. While the Quarren and their new master carried out ground operations, the Navy was to ensure that the system was locked down and future threats from the Mon-Calamari would be limited to local guerrilla forces and not a vast fleet of ships. The mess at Mon Cala proper had given the Navy a rather bloody nose, most of the Gauntlets escorts were damaged during the assault and remained behind to await repairs at the newly captured shipyard. While forgoing escort was not often a safe choice for most capital ships, Sergan felt that this operation would be a simple one. Naval elements had already arrived to engage the remaining Mon-Cal forces in orbit, and the addition of another capital ship should be more than enough to deal with the remaining traitors.

The governor's hologram vanished as Sergan made his way to the command walkway, his first officer awaiting his arrival with a datapad in hand.

"Sir, we will be arriving in the Ruisto system shortly. Lord Mecetti's forces have already arrived in the system and are entering combat as we speak. Should we move into support?"

"I think not. Let him have his fun, detach our fighters to aid his assault, but we will take the opportunity to directly attack the surface while the Mon-Calamari are preoccupied. Do we have any other fleet elements arriving?"

"Star Destroyers Allecto and Iron Fist are moments behind us. They will blockade the hyperlane leading out of the system should the Mon-Calamari decide to flee."

"Good, then we can wrap this up without much effort. The moment we arrive in the system deploy our fighters and move into planetary orbit. We will display the power of the Navy for all to see, perhaps the survivors will learn that their continued resistance will only lead to further destruction."

As the first officer moved back down the command walkway, Sergan stood and watched as the ship slipped back into realspace and with it came the newest planet to be added to the Imperial fold. As ordered, the few fighters carried onboard the ship launched from its hanger bay and began moving to link up with Maldor Mecetti 's flotilla as they engaged the orbiting space station and its accompanying defense fleet. Meanwhile, the Gauntlet began to speed toward the planet proper, the ship's turbolaser batteries had already begun to process firing sequences when an officer from one of the crew pits below the command walkway.

"Sir, we have an incoming transport ship. It appears unarmed, but our readings show that it is already beginning to calculate a jump to hyperspace."

"Is it responding to our hails?"

"No sir, the ship is refusing any attempt at commutation. It appears they are attempting to outrun us."

"Then they have sealed their own fate. Target the transport, let it be the first reminder of the Empire's power"

 

[Trace Xyston]

Spoiler: Equipment

Main weapon: LO-44R
Secondary weapon: LO-12S
Tertiary weapon: LO-09M
Armor: LO-90A MKII

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Stealth missions were Trace's specialty. He had trained to blend in with his surroundings, and even in plain sight if an assassination was ordered. But this was something else. Still a stealth mission? Absolutely. But instead of donning a leaf-laden suit, flopping to the ground, and taking out some high ranking official who thought they were safe in their mansion, Trace found himself swimming along with Elghaseki Team Six in the pitch black waters of Ruisto. Helping Imperials.

He would have sighed if he could, but he was pretty uncomfortable in this EOTL supplied breath mask. He only knew where he was going based off of the small map in the corner of his HUD. A small contingent of green dots moved with him. The rest of his squad was probably as anxious as him. Except, of course, for the Quarren leading the attack. They were blue dots further up ahead; the main attack force that would be hitting security head-on while Trace and his team maneuvered around to hit less protected areas.

His thoughts were interrupted when a crackle came over the comm. "Sergeant Xyston, it's time to split off from us," came the gravelly voice of the Quarren leader.

"Understood," Trace replied, and began angling to the left. The covert attack squad would be coming up on the city in a few minutes. For some reason, there was a feeling of guilt in his heart. It felt different to him...killing enemies of the Lilaste Order (namely the Dusate Pirates), and slaughtering the enemies of his allies. Allies that he didn't really have a bond with.

Oh well. Orders were orders.

 

[Teckla Tane]

Objective 3: PAKUUNI COUNCIL
Location: Meeting Room on Pakuuni Battle Cruiser Irmanda
Outfit: Dress Uniform
Equipment: See Bio
Forces: Two Bodyguards
Tags: OPEN

Teckla Tane was the first of the Imperial contingent to arrive. For all she knew she was the only one who would actually watch the invasion from the Pakuuni battle cruiser. If she was alone, Teckla was quite sure that her presence would be sufficient to receive the fealty of the remaining members of the ruling council of her home system. Teckla took her seat amongst the other council members. It was not exactly a seat of power, and the looks that she was getting screamed of resentment that they had been brought here.

”General Tane. I for one have a good deal of respect and appreciation for you,” Admiral Barcely Kyrtan started. ”You returned my daughter to where she belonged, and gave her a position of prestige. But if you think that will give you some sort of sway with us and supporting your Empire you are mistaken. This is a simple military exercise and Ruisto is not exactly a difficult target. The Naval show of force is somewhat impressive, but I hope you have more to show than that.”

Teckla gave a laugh. ”This is just a small presentation of what the Empire of the Lost is capable of. As you say Ruisto is not something that requires a full armada or occupying army to topple, yet it sits very close to Pakuuni and we have made no play for it. Why?” Teckla looked around the room for a moment. The question was somewhat rhetorical. The entire council knew the answer. ”To attack Ruisto would bring the anger or Dac. And with that perhaps Alliance support. Dac is now under the control of the Quarren. The Quarren support the Empire. The space you men rule is constricting. That is what this demonstration is to show you. Not the might of the Empire. That would be best shown with a blockade and threat directly to Pakuuni. And that will be the next step if you retreat from this display of expansion to your homes and think we will just let you keep your power.”

”You say ‘you’ as though you are not a part of this ruling council General Tane,” a second older and more hardline counselor stated. Teckla couldn’t tell if that was curiosity or accusation.

”And you call me a part of this council as if it is for anything deeper than fear of what I could do if I were excluded,” Teckla responded with a grin. ”I have found more powerful friends. I don’t need this council. If you feared me before, watch and see what will come for you next. At the end of this day I will not be a part of your council. I will be the council, or you will be my enemy.”

 

[Tibera Jessen]

Objective 2: Squid Game

Tibera felt incomplete without her full kit, specifically her helmet. Not like the helmet would make that big of a difference in a tactical sense. One good shot from a blaster lance and she was done for regardless. She did her best to push such happy thoughts out of her mind, focusing instead on the mission. Currently she was being ordered by Imperial command to insert into Ruisto's capital with their allies from the Lilaste Order while the main Imperial force inserted from a different location. The Merc couldn't be sure if this was a vote of confidence, or the high command tossing her to someone else to get her out of their hair. Her track record with stealth missions was... Not the best...

As she swam along with the Lilaste assault team she found the whole affair to be a strange one. Their divers moved in near perfect sync, wordlessly following one another as if they could communicate simply through body language. She didn't know much about The Order, but she could tell these spec ops troops were several cuts above the average grunt. No one cracked wise or slacked off even in the slightest. If only all teams she worked with had this kind of training.

Soon enough the Quarrens broke off to make their assault, now it was all on them. No doubt the Lilaste would prefer not to have an unknown Mercenary in their midst. That just meant Tibera would have to pull her weight and then some.

They were getting close to the city now, Tibera struggled to keep her breathing steady. Those precombat jitters never seemed to go away. She wasn't sure why she was nervous, it was just a game of follow the leader. The only difference was one major screw up could get you or your allies killed, joy.

"Getting close now, still no sign of bad guys. Guess we still have the element of surprise at least."

Trace Xyston

 

[Hammer of the Lost]

Tentacles of Expansion: Dominion of Ruisto

OBJECTIVE 1: FISH IN A BARREL

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When Mon Calamari controlled the government of Dac/Mon Cala the naval activity within the Ruisto system had been limited to say the least. Sure there were two small orbital shipyards slowly churning out ships for both defense and commercial uses. Now that the Quarren had taken over and publicly aligned themselves with the new Empire, the Mon Cal presence in Ruisto had doubled, and the shipyards had increased the rate of production in an attempt to win back their home.

Even with the increased military presence in the system, the defenders were not equipped to deal with the Imperial war machine. At the arrival of the fleets of Maldor Mecetti and Sergan Vanori the system sprang into action. An MC90 Star Cruiser along with a small group of support ships and fighters moved to engage the Darkfall and its fleet. It seemed very unlikely they would arrive before the threat could open fire on the shipyard, but they would try. On the shipyard evacuation had begun. Escape pods and other small vessels were leaving the facility as quickly as possible in multiple vectors.

On board the transport ship, the Mon Cala crew was doing its best to take evasive maneuvers to get around the Gauntlet, but if Vanori truly cared about making an example of them there was no way they would find their way to safety. From the other side of the system another defense group headed by an MC90 Star Cruiser moved to engage. It was a suicide mission that the military personnel were willing to take on in the hopes that some of the civilian evacuees would find some form of safety.

OBJECTIVE 2: SQUID GAME

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Governor Dopirn Tez made what passed for a chuckle from a Quarren. His plan was coming to fruition and there didn’t appear to be any possibility of failure. Of course he didn’t realize that what he called his plan was actually spoon fed to him and supported by the Empire of the Lost, but they were happy to allow him to think he was in control and the ultimate victor. Mercenary units from the Lilaste Order were thrust upon him and he was supported by General Tane’s clone division, but when the hammer came down it would be in his webbed hands.

”All Quarren forces commence attack on the capital,” Taz called out over the comm to an excited ruckus from his own troops.

As if to answer the aggression from the invaders Mon Cala defenders took to the field. The approach of the Quarren and their allies had been well planned and with intel that was stored on Dac, they knew how to avoid detection to a certain point. They were too close now to avoid the sensors of the Mon Cala. It was time for the hammer to drop, and it seemed that the anvil was rising up to meet it.

Trace Xyston Tibera Jessen Skyria Kyrtan

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

OBJECTIVE 1
FISH IN A BARREL
Attack Upon the Shipyard​

"The Gauntlet is sending a contingent of fighters to link up with us," the signals officer reported.

Maldor nodded, "My compliments to her Captain. Be sure we have accurate Friend-or-Foe identifiers. We don't want to hit our allies."

"I have the codes, transmitting to all of our units," she confirmed.

Then she added a new report, with much more urgency, "An MC90 Cruiser has been deployed against us, along with escort ships and fighters!"

Maldor's eyes went wide. That was a much heavier ship than his own. Over 300 meters greater in length, with far more turbolaser batteries. Normally, against a smaller star destroyer, there would be no question of its victory.

But the Darkfall was a Victory class star destroyer. One of the smallest classes of destroyer. An old design. Yet it was one which had been specifically designed to punch well above its weight. It was a mattock designed to murder monsters.

"Order our fighters to proceed against the shipyards and unleash their torpedoes. Ask the Gauntlet's fighters to provide a protective screen against the enemy fighter forces.

Then open our missile bays."

The 'wings' of the Darkfall yawned open, revealing forty heavy Assault Concussion Missile launchers. The Assault Concussion Missiles were much larger versions of the anti-starfighter weapons, designed to ravage Capital ships. Capital ships just like the Cruiser which was now descending upon them.

"Put us into a slow, flat spin. That should bring both of our broadsides against them. Fire missiles as our firing arcs come across them, and keep spinning and firing until our missile supply runs dry or we turn them into a dying star."

Officers got to work, and the Darkfall's maneuvering thrusters fired. The vessel began to spin slowly along its central axis, like a dagger spun upon a tabletop, until the first set of twenty missile launchers lined up and fired.

The weapons streaked across the vacuum of space, bringing a devastating blow towards the enemy cruiser. When the first missiles were only half-way to their destination, the Darkfall had spun enough so that the opposite broadside came to bear.

Twenty more missiles leapt forth from the launchers, ready to ruin whatever was left of the enemy shields after the first volley struck.

The Darkfall continued to come about in full circle as crews rushed to reload the launchers. The starboard side wings swung around once more, with the inevitability of the darkness which must fall after each setting of the sun...

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Sergan Vanori Hammer of the Lost

 

[Jovdev Coypin]

Objective 1: Fish in a Barrel

Location: Bridge of Imperial Frigate Oblivion, Entering orbit of Ruisto
Tags: Maldor Mecetti | Sergan Vanori | Hammer of the Lost | Teckla Tane

”Admiral, the assault seems to have started already,” the sensors officer declared as he assessed the field after the Centares incursion fleet arrived. ”I’ve marked friendlies and hostiles, ready for your viewing sir.”

Jovdev was a practiced politician, and a well trained naval officer, but he was a little rusty at the helm of a starship and had never really been involved in an invasion plan. He wished that he had brought forward his sector’s Star Destroyer instead of the smaller ships he had settled upon to allow for his home to remain as protected as possible. Being on the edge of Imperial space Jovdev was paranoid that the second he let his defenses lapse someone would be watching and would pounce. He was not going to be responsible for the Empire losing ground.

”We’re late?” Jovdev questioned in disbelief. He quickly looked over the field. The planetary blockade seemed pretty well maintained, but there was a section of space near one of the Mon Cala shipyards that got his attention. Two MC90 Cruisers were engaging Imperial ships that seemed to be attempting an assault on the shipyards. Jovdev gritted his teeth and then turned to the communications officer. ”Open a comm to that attack group, we’ll add our support,” The comms officer started to work. ”Once I have an open channel, reach out to General Tane. Inform her that I have arrived in the system and will attend to her council when the battle is well at hand.”

The comms officer nodded once again and gave the names of the command ship in the attack group. ”ISDs Gauntlet and Darkfall this is Admirl Coypin of the Centares Defense Fleet. I am moving my battle group into position to assist you. I can cover whatever weak spots you might see and allow for the attack on the shipyards to commence.”

Fleet Assets:
ISECMP Arsenal Hawk Escort Carrier x 2
Hasta Class Corvette Mark I x 2
ISFMP "Stormhawk" Heavy Frigate

 

[Sergan Vanori]

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OBJECTIVE 1: FISH IN A BARREL

ISD Gauntlet
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"Sir, the Darkfall sends her compliments. Outbound fighters are now fully under her command."

"Good, better the Darkfall has them than us considering what she's up against."

Maldor Mecetti would certainly have most of the glory to be one that day, but Sergan was happy enough feasting on the crumbs left over. Speaking of which, the rouge transport attempting to escape had just entered into turbolaser range, and the Gauntlets gunnery teams were itching to unleash her fury. He saw little need in making them wait a moment longer.

"Lieutenant, contact gunnery teams and have them open fire. I expect this to be over shortly."

"Of course, Sir. With Pleasure."

Orders were related and beams of turbolaser fire hardly came a second later from both sides of the Destroyers command tower. The transport was just fast enough to avoid the initial wave of fire with minor damage, but the second barrage was far more effective. In seconds, the transport was ripped apart, leaving little more than fine dust in its wake. Hardly a victory, but it was another vessel to add to the Gauntlets tally. As if the Gods had answered his prayers, commscan began to pick up more ships entering the fray, both ally and enemy alike. With the first transport destroyed, Sergan could turn his attention to incoming reinforcements.

"Sir! Incoming Mon-Calamari reinforcements, capital class vessel amongst them."

"And the Darkfall?"

"She faces a similar contingent, the shipyard is deploying fighters and an MC90 to provide cover for evacuating staff. Should I recall our fighters?"

"No, let the Darkfall keep them. I believe we can make use of our own reinforcements."

While the Gauntlet was more than a match for the all but ancient Mon-Calamari cruiser, its fighter escorts would be tricky to pick off without any screening vessels or patrol craft. Thankfully, Admiral Coypin had arrived with just what he needed to ensure total victory. Without so much as a gesture, the Gauntlet began to hail the Stormhawk.

"Admiral Coypin, it's been some time. You could have arrived at a better time" he paused, transmitting coordinates for one of the arriving battle groups' escort carriers "You and Lord Mecetti may have the honor of destroying the shipyards, but I must request one of your escort carriers, it seems the Mon-Calamari have a bit more fight in them than anticipated, but it shouldn't take long to mop-up their incoming reinforcements. I've already loaned out my fighters, I just need a few of yours to ensure a complete victory."

TAGS: Hammer of the Lost Maldor Mecetti Jovdev Coypin ​

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[Clarissa]

Location: Bridge, Fire Control Pits, ISD Gauntlet - Ruisto System
Weapons: Octuple Barbette Turbolaser (8)
Equipment: DS-101 “Venture” Multipurpose Protective Attire - Starfire-pattern │ IG-14 Blaster Pistol │ Power Cell (4)
Objective: Fish in a Barrel
Dialogue Legend: “Galactic Basic” │ <“Imperial Basic”>
Tags: Sergan Vanori Maldor Mecetti Jovdev Coypin

Clarissa was still getting acclimated to the hustle and bustle of the ISD Gauntlet’s bridge, though it was not entirely dissimilar to the crew compartment of the Talos MBT she had been assigned to during the island assaults on Dac. However, compared to the crew compartment, the bridge was much cooler and her ears were under far less stress. Unfortunately, just like the interior of a tank, the crew pits were somewhat cramped, though Clarissa was small and had been able to squeeze into a seat fairly painlessly.

With combat quickly moving underway, Clarissa found herself falling back into the battle trance of a genetically engineered clone soldier. In spite of the fact that this was her first time on the bridge in live battle, she worked her console with swift, unerring fingers, her eyes darting between the two screens situated in front of her as her ultra-enhanced mind processed the incoming sensor readings with inhuman alacrity. Under her direct command were multiple weapon systems—a full battery of eight octuple barbette turbolasers. While it was only a relatively modest portion of the Gauntlet’s total armament, she had enough firepower under her control to level a large city and more. In that, Clarissa was responsible for interpreting sensor data, acquiring targets, then aiming and firing the guns.

All in a day’s work.

“Battery 2-F, assessing and acquiring target profile: MC90.” Clarissa called out, as she brought up the star cruiser in her feed. Then, with a trained gaze the fire control specialist swiftly picked out select vital structures—weapon batteries, the all too distinct bubble of the command center, the engine array at the rear of the ship, the shield generators, and the hangar bay. “All systems are nominal. Turbolaser batteries are clear to fire on your command, captain.”

Then, a pause.

“Shall I target their bridge, sir?”

 

[Trace Xyston]

Spoiler: Equipment

Main weapon: LO-44R
Secondary weapon: LO-12S
Tertiary weapon: LO-09M
Armor: LO-90A MKII

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The city was coming up rapidly. Bright lights swept the waters to Trace's right, but never came close to the Elghaseki. Or the mercenary following along with them. Trace threw a glance back to see if she was keeping up. And that she was. Maybe that merc wouldn't be such a drag-down on the Elghaseki team after all.

Just then, the comm crackled in his ear. The merc, no doubt.

"Getting close now, still no sign of bad guys. Guess we still have the element of surprise at least."

Trace slowed to a halt, floating there in the vast expanse of ocean. "Thank the Force. Let's see what happens when we get closer, now," he said. Gripping his rifle anew, Trace fought the akwardness of his flippers and started towards the rounded defensive battery emplacement that was mounted on a tower of durasteel. The tower itself was attached to the foundation of the city, and as such was probably very sturdy. As for the shell of the battery itself: it seemed to be made to take fire from enemy aquatic siege vessels (whatever those might be) and therefore was made of impervium or some equally strong metal.

So the stealth team would just have to go through the front door.

Now, they were nearing the border of the city. The turbolaser tower stood to their left, aimed off into the distance. But Trace was looking at the two Mon Cala defenders swimming over to the battery, likely coming to man it. They hadn't detected the team yet, obviously, and two average soldiers would be no match for the Elghaseki and their mercenary "friend". However, in the distance, hordes of defenders were swimming towards the sweeping spotlights; towards the Quarren invaders. If even one of them saw the flash of the Elghaseki sniper blast out of the corner of their eye, they might decide to send some more troops over, fearing a flanking attack.

But then again, the bulk of the Mon Cala forces were far away. The covert team could take out the two gunners and secure the turbolaser battery before any reinforcements could make it halfway to the team's location. The decision was made.

Trace raised a fist, then pointed at the two Mon Calamari. Rhomma and Falsor raised their snipers in unison and fired a second later. Two crimson bolts ripped through the water and splashed across each defender's chest. Their swimming motions halted abruptly, bodies slowing gradually, and weapons floating aside.

The sergeant looked back to make sure the merc was following, then turned back to the battery and began swimming in a continuation of this full-body workout.

Tibera Jessen

 

[Sergan Vanori]

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OBJECTIVE 1: FISH IN A BARREL

ISD Gauntlet

Tags: Clarissa ​

While he awaited his fighter reinforcements, Sergan turned his attention back to the incoming Mon-Calamari reinforcements. Quick work would have to be made of the capital ship's ion cannons, otherwise, the Gauntlet would become little more than target practice for any passing bombers.

"Bring us about! I want all guns targeting the Mon-Cal flagship!"

His orders rang about through the bridge, the massive vessel turning in space to take on the coming reinforcements. No doubt that this was their final desperate gasp before they faced oblivion, but Sergan was more than happy to grant them a warrior's death if that was what they wished. He turned to one of the command pits below the central walkway as one of his gunners called called out targeting orders for the guns. Her proposed first target was more than agreeable, it would be the first of many.

"Excellent suggestion, maximum fire on their bridge then turn to their ion cannons. When we have fighter support, they will eliminate the ship's engines."

He watched as screens below him began to light up, the gun's main target being locked within a few seconds, though of course he had to offer a bit of encouragement.

"Keep up the pressure. I don't want our guns to rest until that ship and her escorts are wiped from the galaxy. We'll show them the true might of the Imperial Navy."

Oh what a final sight that would be. To die in a barrage of turbolasers was the greatest privilege. A good Admiral will never see that glorious view.

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

OBJECTIVE 1
FISH IN A BARREL
Attack Upon the Shipyard​

While the Capital Ships of the Mecetti Flotilla were fighting the MC90 cruiser and its escorts, and the fighters of the Gauntlet were providing a valuable screen against the cruiser's own starfighters, a different battle was unfolding elsewhere.

The Tie/mg starfighters from the Darkfall had finished crossing the divide between the Mecetti flotilla and the Shipyard. Each of them carried an Ordinance Ring allowing them to fire missiles and torpedoes- something usually impossible for fighters of their type. The rings were simple but ingenious inventions, clamping to the central pod of the fighters while holding four launchers tied into the starfighters' targeting systems.

Now in range, the fighters launched their complement of missiles and proton torpedoes, sending nearly one-hundred-and-fifty explosive warheads into the Shipyard's defenses.

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One of the shipyard's vast construction rings erupted into fireballs of burning plasma. The kilometers-long structure was reduced to a self-consuming sun in a single violent instant. There must have been tens of thousands of lives, perhaps even a hundred-thousand, snuffed out by the expanding flames. An appalling holocaust.

But now that their missiles and torpedoes had been unloaded, the fighters had to quickly juke and swerve to deal with the launched starfighters of the shipyard. One construction ring was a burning hulk, but there were two more, and they'd been vomiting starfighter defenders as quickly as their hangars could disgorge them.

The resulting dogfights became a tangle of laser fire, green and orange dancing at the forefront of a canopy of distant stars.

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Maldor watched the destruction of the first construction ring with satisfaction, but knew that there was a grave danger if the starfighter combat should go against him.

He opened a channel.

"Admiral Coypin, this is Captain Mecetti. I would be grateful of your Corvettes to reinforce our fighter cordon, and any turbolasers your frigate can spare for that enemy battlecruiser. We're shaking their decks, but you might push them over the horizon of oblivion."

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Deployment
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Victory Star Destroyer Darkfall
Tie/mg fighters with Ordinance Rings
Two Raider Corvettes
Two Gozanti Assault Carriers


Sergan Vanori Sergan Vanori Hammer of the Lost Hammer of the Lost Jovdev Coypin

 

[Hammer of the Lost]

OBJECTIVE 1: FISH IN A BARREL

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With the arrival of more Imperial ship under the command of Jovdev Coypin , the arena of battle started to take on a different the MC-90s were still a formidable challenge however with one taking on the full complement of Sergan Vanori with reinforcements and the Coypin’s battle group support added to Maldor Mecetti and the Mecetti Flotilla things were beginning to look bleak for the defenders. The explosion of the shipyard’s construction ring only added to the dire situation in orbit for the Mon Calamari defenders of Ruisto.

News of the invasion of the capital city must have started to make the way around the planet as multiple launches would be noted from other sections of the planet. All launches would be identified by Imperial Sensor officers as civilian or small military of little consequence to the attacking Imperial ships. As the Ruisto ships broke atmosphere, defending starfighters disengaged with the attackers and moved to help provide escort for the fleeing ships.

The MC-90 engaged with the Mecetti flotilla also looked as though it was beginning some sort of retreat, while the cruiser facing Vanori’s battle group seemed to be under too much fire to change course. The three commanding officers of the Imperial naval invasion would simultaneously receive a broadcasted open channel communication. ”Imperial Command this the Tailfin an evacuation of the planet has been initiated. Defense forces will do what they need to ensure civilian survival. After all ships are away I will begin negotiation of surrender.” Defeat could be heard in the Mon Cal’s voice. How bloody this battle would become seemed to be up to the Imperials.

Clarissa

OBJECTIVE 2: SQUID GAME

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The full might of the Quarren “army” gave a riotous warcry and started forward towards the main gates of the capital of Ruisto. The move caused the defenders to lose all focus on their flanks and push in full attack towards their ancient rivals. Civilian hustle and bustle within the city wound down to non-existent as government and military communications were sent to the other settlements of the planet. The military leaders of the defenders knew that the capital was lost. The Quarren, Imperial troopers and mercenaries were far more than the Mon Calamari would be able to handle.

The focus seemed to be to take out as many Quarren as they could and keep the attackers busy enough for the civilians to reach a secure place and hope the politicians could reach some agreement with the Quarren for a peaceful occupation of the planet.

Trace Xyston Tibera Jessen Skyria Kyrtan

OBJECTIVE 3: PAKUUNI COUNCIL MEETING

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As the battles on the planet and in space raged, the Pakuuni ruling council watched the events unfold with worry on their faces. Admiral Kyrtan seemed to realize where this was heading. Ruisto was not far from Pakuuni. The Empire of the Lost had flexed their might throughout the Mon Calamari sector and with General Tane having their support the ability of this council who had shunned her over the years maintaining control of their system was slim to say the least. The question was whether the other stubborn die hard would require her to conquer the planet or if they would see the inevitability of things and accept their fate.

Before Kyrtan could raise the question to his peers and ask Tane’s demands the door of the meeting room slid open and the Quarren governor stepped inside. He chuckled at the sight of the Pakuuni council as he moved to stand in front of Tane and nodded his head in respect. ”The planet will be ours before you know it. I have instructed my troops to take no quarter from any Mon Cal holding a weapon, but I can amend that order anytime you wish, General. We shall allow the other cities to evacuate and once the fighting has stopped we will accept the enemy’s surrender” the Quarren’s cold turquoise eyes looked over the assembled council. If the Pakuuni humans understood Quarren gestures they would see glee in knowing General Tane would soon take the terms of controlling their planet as well. But the Pakuuni weren’t that enlightened so they sat silent and waited for the end to come.

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

OBJECTIVE 1
FISH IN A BARREL
Attack Upon the Shipyard​

The tie-fighters returned from their torpedo run, largely intact and successful. But events were not standing still, waiting for Maldor to finish off the shipyards. The defenders here seemed poised to surrender, but only after they got their evacuees out.

Well, Maldor was fairly certain that a successful evacuation was not meant to be on the menu.

He gestured to the signals officer, who activated the open comms.

"This is Lord Maldor Mecetti of the Darkfall. Surrender will be unconditional. Evacuation is denied."

Short and sweet. He gestured again to cut the line, and then he gave his orders.

"Have the returning fighters break off and intercept any vessels attempting to leave that planet. Target engines. I want captives, not bodies.

Move the Darkfall to engage the enemy cruiser. Open up with all turbolasers. Raiders and Gozantis shall maintain formation for interdiction of inbound threats.

Open missile wings. When we close to 15,000 kilometers, fire everything we have left.

Let's finish this."

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Deployment
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Victory Star Destroyer Darkfall
Tie/mg fighters with Ordinance Rings
Two Raider Corvettes
Two Gozanti Assault Carriers


Sergan Vanori Hammer of the Lost Jovdev Coypin

 

[Alicia Drey]

Tags: [OPEN]
Location: Ruisto coast, planetside.
Objective: BYOO

The white coat of an agent tugged in the rising and falling winds of Ruisto's coast. In the horizon, on this particular sunny day, Alicia admired explosions dancing in the skyline while the emblem of the New Imperial Security Bureau gleamed in the sunlight. Kneeling on the beach near one of the planets saline oceans were an assortment of various stragglers caught in the fist of a Stormtrooper compliment that had been assigned to Alicia's command as the Empire went about bringing order to this planet. Quarren, Mon Calamari and an assortment of other species, ranging from Humans to, strangely, a Rodian were kneeling before Alicia with rifles aimed at them in a firing line.

Averting her gaze away from the spectre of the space battle above, Alicia turned to survey the mob and begun to speak. "The Empire is not here to callously maim and murder the citizens of this world, people. We are not the Sith Empire." Doing well not to break into a smile at her own inside joke, Alicia begun to walk along the row of people kneeling before her. "But rest assured, my friends. Ruisto will be brought into the Empire by days end, and order shall be restored to this world. The question that all of you have to ask yourselves isn't why this happening, but rather it should be how will you stand at the end of the day?"

Stopping at the end of the row and turning back around to the others, Alicia finished her speech. "Today I offer every man and woman a chance to come out of this with your lives. Every fisherman here will be allowed to leave and return to their homes if you agree to my terms. The villages lining this coast shall be absorbed into the Drey corporation, and will see all fishing rights brought by us. Work will be offered to all of you where we will pay you well for your service."

"It isn't really a difficult choice. Come work for me, and the Empire will not destroy what you have built here. Your children will still have fathers and mothers to call their own. Your homes will remain unscathed, my men will see to that. Brand new equipment will be offered when this takeover is complete. A new life awaits you as citizens of the Empire."

Turning to her second in command Alicia gestured for him to order his squadron to pull out. As the Stormtroopers raised their weapons and turned to new positions around Alicia, she said: "Return to your homes. Spread word to your people. Over the next few weeks representatives of Drey will come representing our interests on Ruisto. Until then stay home, lock your doors and keep your heads down as this moment of transition takes place."

 

[Jovdev Coypin]

Objective 1: Fish in a Barrel

Location: Bridge of Imperial Frigate Oblivion, Entering orbit of Ruisto
Tags: Maldor Mecetti | Sergan Vanori | Hammer of the Lost | Teckla Tane

Coypin’s assets were being put to good use and the tenor of the battle had swiftly bent in the favor of the invading Empire. The fact that other commanders were doing most of the battlefield maneuvering of his own ships was not exactly a source of pride, but Jovdev was listening to all the orders, marking them down for future endeavors. Whatever might be said at the end of the day, Centares and Coypin had participated in the expansion of the Empire.

The announced evacuation and following surrender of the defense forces was a surprise to the Rear Admiral. For some reason he expected the Mon Cals to fight to the end. He held civilian lives in rather low regard, so sacrificing his territory and military assets to save the lives of lesser beings didn’t seem like an honorable exchange. But it was a boon for the Empire. ”Comms officer open a channel,” Before the order could be followed Coypin would hear the response of Lord Mecetti. It was a bold statement, but one that caused a smirk to form on Coypin’s lips.

”Give command of the Sabre, Perilous and Revenant to Lord Mecetti. All other ships shall report to Captain Vanori. Show no mercy.” Coypin was happy with the Imperial standing on the battlefield. His talents could be used elsewhere. Talents that were more sharp than his naval strategies.

”Ready my shuttle and escort. I will see if General Tane needs any help in negotiating the annex of Pakuuni to add to our winnings of the day.”

Fleet Assets:
ISECMP Arsenal Hawk Escort Carrier x 3
Hasta Class Corvette Mark I x 2
ISFMP "Stormhawk" Heavy Frigate

 

[Kebii'kara Solus]

OBJECTIVE 3: PAAKUNI COUNCIL MEETING

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CURRENT QUEST - Escort Mission
Immediate Goals -
2: Stand there.
2.2: Look Pretty
2.3: Stand there while looking pretty

BLUFOR - N/A

OPFOR - YTBD

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Hammer of the Lost

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A mercenary that can do no harm - that sounds like the setup to a bad joke, or a roundabout way of saying you were in the healthcare industry. Yet it now posed a burden and conundrum to the looming lasat, clad in azure beskar'gam, who stood statuesque in the corner where the Imperial delegates were. This was wrong, but this was necessary, how often had she told herself that today? She was to study under the Lilaste Order, an Order neither swayed under the dogma of the Jetii nor the mania of the Dar'Jetii, but something different, something new! Something like the Sunstar Order, of which she spent almost a decade studying under, something chivalric, something noble, something not divorced from the people but for their sake!

And yet there was nothing that could sever that Order of which she so sought to understand with the burgoing Empire, as it spooled and sprawled across a dozen new worlds, incorporating them through means of martial prowess and strong-arming them.

She hated this.

She wracked her brain, she pored through every tenet of her Order, her home since she completed her verd'goten almost a lifetime ago... was she not judging the Empire, or the battles she felt on the periphery of her consciousness thanks to the Force? Was it by defending the delegates that she protected the harmless? Is merely abstaining from evil enough to absolve her to not stop, or at least not indirectly partake of evil?

What would Matthew of Valendale think? What would her mum, the great Alor of her Clan, Cynthia Solus think? Manda... what would Sevii say?

In the corner of the Council Room, on the side of the Imperial Delegates, is a mercenary who could do no harm... and was powerless to stop it.

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CURRENT QUEST - Spread your wings, stretch your legs, DO YOUR OWN THING
Immediate Goals -
1: Soak up the Waves
2: Grrrowugh?
3: Snoof Snoof Snoof

BLUFOR - N/A

OPFOR - YTBD

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Alicia Drey

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Beviin was a happy little drakeling, having convinced the little metal doctor box that soaking in the sun of Ruisto would be good. Well, the machine convinced himself, she just nudged the neurotic triage machine in the right direction - the simple logic of confined space plus Force-sensitive reptile would result in a cabin fever that would be a nuisance to clean up. Manda also be praised - if she were to borrow a phrase from big sis Kebii - that the metal thing would choose to be an impotent lifeguard several meters inland.

Yet something was boiling, somewhere where she conjured forth fiery death to twigs and marshmallows and the stomach that would gorge on the succulent entrails of gingerbread foes. A familiar darkness, one that she had only seen in training back on the place with the funny winged folks - the "Dark Side". Subtle, strange, but nevertheless there.

Padding out of the waters, and shaking it onto those who lingered on the beach - at least it wasn't on the droid, she was a good girl, she learned her lessons! Now she sniffed the air, while Tyme, the metal doctor, continued to lecture and had the gall of trying to drag her back to the Sojourner! The nerve of some insolent beings who could not comprehend her draconic importance! A bap of the tail and a hiss of her breath was enough for Beviin to convey to her metallic companion that something was amiss, and she needed to be afoot. Or rather, awing.

And awing she was, trying as quiet as she could be to prowl the balconies and perches of the city until she found it - a group of people with guns... pointing them at one lady? What was she?

"They're just fishermen!" the utility droid insisted, gesturing with suitably dramatic disdain for being dragged even further away from their home between the stars. "Fishermen with angry fisherman problems concerning the battle, now let us go home!"

Beviin ate far more fish than the droid - not that Tyme ever could appreciate a good pescetarian prowl - and the lady didn't look like a fish, she knew that much. Fishermen never really shoot anything other than fish, or someone trying to take their fish - again, she would know. This was a "most unusual anomaly" to quote her metallic companion, and she tried to convey the same vocalizations with less success than she had hoped. "Most unusual anomalies" needed to be reported back to big sis Kebii, and she agreed.

Buuut she would sit and see, just to get a more complete picture. For science! It certainly was for science since she had a utility droid with her.

 

[Alicia Drey]

Tags: Kebii'kara Solus

Alicia stood in the breeze as the throng of fishermen turned to retreat to their homes. No doubt there would be debates erupting across the villages from which they came from. Do they rebel, or fall in line? Alicia had wrought confusion into their ranks because, even though she had threatened them, she had also spared all their lives. A show of force to make them see that she was a woman that could cause untold suffering to their lives, but also an offer for them to be paid regularly, so long as the fish were delivered to Drey and the coins begun to flow through the company.

She expected to make a loss in the first year of the company. In these next coming few months she would have to spend much of her money acquiring technology, land and on recruiting people who had the skills or expertise when it came to foodstuff. Alicia would have to set up trade, transport and bring commerce to the Empire. She had important contacts in high places now, and so Alicia envisioned using them to assist in these goals. In the next few years, should her real identity remain undiscovered, Alicia envisioned Drey becoming an important manufacturer and distributor of foodstuffs across the Empire.

"They're just fishermen!" the utility droid insisted, gesturing with suitably dramatic disdain for being dragged even further away from their home between the stars. "Fishermen with angry fisherman problems concerning the battle, now let us go home!"

Alicia turned her thoughts away from the future to the sound of a droid. Her men turned to raise their rifles at it. "Stand down, gentlemen. It's just a droid."

Turning her gaze to the machine, Alicia asked: "What are you doing here, droid?"