Annihilation The Imperial March

[Veno]

Even with a helmet on, it was clear that Veno bore an incredulous look. Offended, if even his voice alone was the sole indicator for that, in saying, "I'm a master assassin from the guild. Before Solipsis brought me into the fold, Fel and his motley Force-hating crew gave me the job of being his own personal assassin."

He shook his head, "Can I fight... Don't make me laugh, no one on this whole planet is more dangerous than Veno of Bayamar. I'll tell you that much."

"Only thing I've ever seen you do is be a nuisance."

Kordé

 

[Kordé]

Korde lagged behind him to a stop as Veno carried on yapping, beating his chest. She ran a hand from the top of her head towards Veno's, mockingly measuring their miniscule height difference. He was, what, about two, three inches taller? In a galaxy where the average sentient height, regardless of species, drifted around 6'3, 6'4, hell even 7 foot wasn't cutting it on some of those dating apps she browsed for law-abiding citizens to rob, Veno was, by all means, not only a dirty rat, but also a short, dirty rat.

A mouse, really.

Korde fell in step beside him, saying, "Alright, master assassin," highlighting the first syllable of the latest word, "can you boost a shuttle?..."

"... you know, without wriggling yourself through its exhaust port?"

Veno ​

 

[Veno]

He stopped to glare, scoffing righteously.

"Name it, I can boost it." Veno might have embellished his skillset, but in the presence of an inferior there was no one to correct him. "This time, I fly the ship out of here. Just make sure to do what I tell you and we might make it off this rock before the admirals up above," he pointed skyward, lazily, "Become a little too eager to press the big red button."

It was then, however, the big red button was pressed. One of the Galactic Alliance's super star destroyers was struck with a pulsing green beam, obliterating it the ship in an instant. It break apart into a flaming wreck, with an ear-splitting crack descending over the bickering duo.

Veno laughed in what came across more akin to a cackle, muttering lowly, "I'm not dying here. C'mon."

Kordé

 

[Michael Barran]

-Ally Tags-
Zark San Tekka Corin Kaze Wedge Draav Jand Talo Laphisto
-Enemy Tags-
Dark Forces Darth Bellum

WRATH OF GOD
4

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Approaching the Spire, Mirai Jar'Kai,
Atrisia, Galactic Core Territories (903 ABY)

'You sure the unarmed approach is wise, Your Majesty?'
'We're unafilliated assistance, its the wisest play these sentries could possibly make. Don't judge them.'
'Alright then, I guess we'll see you back at North Garrison HQ.'
​

Parting ways with customary fist-over-heart salutes, the Lord Imperator would then turn to find the welcome sight of nods exchanged between Major Roy and the senties holding that sector, smiling as he approached to exchange nods of his own, the negotiations would begin with a silence that indicated the old Woad was welcome to speak for himself. The local garrison units were happy enough to see Colonel Ito among them, in good spirits and accepting of salutes from among the sentries, making it clear that their holdup was more likely to be curiosity than protocol, though Barran had no qualms with calming tensions with a morsel or two of his intentions there that day.

The old Woad was smart enough to let the repulsorlift engines quieten with distance first, letting the din of propulsion die down enough to speak in a quieter, more respectful tone, as there would be no room for error (or misconceptions-) that day, this truth of which had eerily followed Michael around since he landed. Such things would keep the old Woad on the right track, thus he felt no pressure to act in the spirit of transparency, granting sincerity at a time when it was needed most; bridging gaps that had widened for decades until then, but there were more yet to cross, and on higher echelons at that.

'I'm heading to the Spire, gentlemen. I intend to coordinate the Protectorate's part in the resupply, rearmament, and reinforcement of the city's defenders - we hold all the right routes for now. Thats two main routes, an' these split of to another two from each, making four differing pathways to the frontlines.... Here's to hoping the lines aren't pushed back any time soon, as there are multiple counteroffensive efforts I need to assist today.'

​

'Thank you, sir. We'll share this intel with the troops on the ground.', the group's Master-Sergeant responded with an appreciative smirk, trailing off to turn and signal for their pointman to move up, only then turning round to conclude,'Meanwhile, our resident Zabrak here will take you where you need to go, and on the way, he'll tell you things that you, Barran, need to know.... Quickly, now!'. The sight of a potential OPFOR breakthrough was spotted in the distance, and nobody there was in the mood to take unnecessary risks, and certainly not with a high-ranking foreign official in their midst, after all, if ever such whims struck home - there were always wiser ways to take one's self off the career-track.

'Good luck, folks!'
'Appreciated!'

​

As the old Woad departed the sentries' company, passing through the energy shield with accompanying, supervised clearance, he initially worried; but after seeing the firepower on display, Michael chuckled to himself as he turned back toward the approach to the Spire, assuring his faith in their soldiering ability whilst wondering about the quiet Zabrak at the same time. It was a strange occurrence in the encounter's final moments, and not only in the fact the sentries knew exactly who he was, but also in the fact their own pointman knew things that were worth sharing, almost as if this squad had discussed this issue at length already.

'Mate, what was that about?'
'Huh? Oh, the thing! Right.... Well, only way to say it - we both got somethin' in common, it ain't pretty neither.'

​

The conversation would have continued on from there, if it was not for the hushing finger the Zabrak had put over his own lips, signalling a very acute need for discretion, momentary though it might have been. Giving the old Human all the reason to obey, as it only seemed to further-intensify his curiosity on the matter, and when they silently passed by at least three checkpoints with courtesies and small-talk, Barran knew this information had not been brought to fore as common-knowledge. Ground as yet untested, and when the Zabrak finally stopped in a quiet spot to speak in hushed tones, it was almost obvious by the time he finally admitted,'Our elder brothers are Mawites, and we wanna kill 'em both.', revealing a hidden resolve that went far deeper than mere affiliation.

'And who might you be, hm? Give me a real name, not a callsign.'
'I'm Aar Korath, and in time, you'll find my brother, Uun, will become a problem - don't say I didn't warn ya.'

​

Moving on from there, Aar and Michael would continue to talk in hushed tones with each other, and minutes would pass before they finally reached the Spire's ground-floor entrance, though everything they would want to say had been discussed to natural conclusions by then. Korath would then bring them to a halt, waving to the garrison checkpoint beyond before he muttered,'Until next time, Barran. Expect me on Nirauan just before the year's end.', parting with a nod before he made to sprint back to his unit, leaving the Tattered Regent with sentries who would supervise his lift-ascent to the tower's command center.

'Right this way, sir.... Unarmed, I assume.'
'Gear's outside the energy-shield, lads. Your peers were careful.'
'Good.... Follow on to the main slide, no funny business!'

5 MINUTES LATER

[Hssss]
[CLUNK]

'This one arrived unannounced to the perimeter, sir. But he has been complying since.'
'My only intention is to aid in coordinating the city's defence, thats all. Relax, lads.'
​

'I was told one Zark San Tekka was appointed command-authority here, my only intention is to help, in any way I can.', the old Woad explained, and as eloquently as possible, so as not to leave any confusions as to what intent was being stated. Deescalation was the aim from the start, though he knew it would not be an easy task to calm tensions, and especially not whilst carrying New-Imperial seals on his attire at the time; but Michael persevered, and with hands raised for all to see, reassured everyone around him at the time. The guards were showing their wisdom, carefully erring against relenting until Barran finally uttered,'As my old man once said,"Civilisation stands!", and I intend to honour that boast of intent.', sensing the merit in calming tensions with their own good reasoning.

'Requesting permission to leave Barran in your keeping, sir.... He seems compliant enough.'

 

[Sid Berik]

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Death Trooper Squad "Vanta Six"
Operatives: , DT-1966, DT-7747, DT-1966
FRIENDLY UNITS: Dark Forces
ENEMY UNITS: Laphisto l Aiden Porte l Aknoby

THEATER: ATRISIAN CAMPAIGN
FRIENDLY CV: ENTRENCHED FRIENDLY POSITION
ENEMY TCV: COMMAND AND CONTROL VULNERABILITY
OBJECTIVE: REINFORCE FRIENDLY UNITS AT THEATER

TAKE COMMAND

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"Sir."

The words snapped him out of his trance. Sid had assembled a few platoons worth of Stormtroopers, some who had survived the drop and were essentially leftovers. He coalesced them into a single unit, under his Recon detachment, which now had become a rather ugly thorn in the Alliance's side in the city.

He made a mental note as his company-sized element hustled through the streets, himself at the forefront. The 9-1-9, the Recon element, was at the front with the regular Stormtroopers at the rear. The heavier elements of the group, the few anti-tank and machine gunners he had with them, were also in the rear. He didn't have much, but he did have experienced troops.

He opened a comm channel. He was roughly four blocks from the theater. His voice had the distinct sound of the distortion from his helmet, his slick black armor with only a small green portion on the front. His HUD alerted him to nearby chemical contaminants and reminded him to keep his helmet sealed. He gestured the alert away with a flick of his eyes and pushed forward.

"774, this is Lieutenant Berik. Hold your position."

He was roughly four hundred meters away when he saw it- the terrifying power of the Jedi on full display. The cloud of gas- what he assumed to be a chemical agent of some kind, was whisked away. He realized the situation, quickly, analyzing what was going on- the Alliance was pushing into the theater, supported by machine gun fire, sweeping above their approach to pin down the trapped Imperials inside. Sid put down his rifle- sprinting to the rear of the formation, grabbing the rocket teams to urge them to come forward. He held his rifle down at his side, sprinting back to the front of the group. They spread out on the street, not quite noticed yet- and the distance they were meant that it was a long engagement for small-arms fire.

But, not for rockets. Sid gave a simple direction, two hands up, and gestured to the entrenched machine gun positions the Alliance had. The rocket teams loaded, made ready- and all at once, fired in unison. Sid turned his head and gave the order for the small arms to open up as well, suppressive, continuous fire from his troops- though at this distance, not entirely accurate. Blaster fire, and as soon as the heavy repeaters were setup- a heavy, steady volume of supporting fire. He turned his head towards a nearby building and ordered a recon team to clear it, while his troops opened up. He wanted the machine gun teams up high, angling down at the theater and more able to cover their approach.

In other words, Sid wanted to rain hell on the enemy.

​

 

[Franceline Dawer]

He gave more a look of pity. "Though if you are telling the truth then we can take it to the people in charge of the defense and let them know to decide. THe fight outside at the Spire is interesting but non-essential as it is apartments."

"I know I must, but the question is how."

She raised her head slightly more to look towards the gathering of the others, behind Rei.

"Can you lift me up, or walk me to them? Please."

There was an urgent need in the way she was intonating the words, as if they were already fighting against time. She was not sure how quickly the space station would be able to open fire again, so all the more pressed she felt to make her appeal quickly. The only problem being that she'd have to rely on the helpful man for further assistance, because her own legs were completely useless by that point.

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Target tag:
Junko Ike