Dominion The Last in Line | Reclamation of Dantooine | NIO

[IMPCOM]

PENTASTAR OPERATION
PART 1 | HOMECOMING
New Imperial Order​

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D A N T O O I N E
865 ABY
LAST IN LINE

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The wounds of the past had only just barely head. No quarter. Operation Harvest Dark. The Imperator's plan to break through the fortified salient at the Braxant Run and...more importantly, return home. But alas, the Galaxy arrived to stop him. A coalition of the Sith Empire, Confederacy of Independent Systems and Silver Jedi Concord then aligned in the short-lived Elder Compact.

The New Imperial Order left defeated. The Imperator, dejected, unable to reclaim his home. But in the wake of defeat, the New Imperial Order then began to wage an aggressive second stage to the war effort, resulting in several successful operations which in turn continued to drive the Sith Empire toward the breaking point and as a result- the fruits ultimately came with the closing of the Braxant salient with victory at Vjun, the New Imperial armed forces managing to cut off and isolate dozens of Sith worlds within the Atrivis pocket.

Now, disconnected from Dromund Kaas, the New Imperial Order moves to bring order to these worlds and wipe clean the remnants of the Sith that remained in an attempt to consolidate under their own banner and fight back.

D A N T O O I N E
OBJECTIVE I | VIOLENCE OF ACTION
FOCUS | ARMED FORCES, SPECIAL FORCES
ZONE OF OPERATION | TOKARE
OPPOSING | SITH REMNANTS
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With a great deal of the planet stabilized or being put under New imperial control only a few holdouts of Sith remnants remain. However, this is due in part to intentional retreats and strategic withdrawls on part of these remnants as they move to consolidate at the re-armed 'Tokare Garrison', here they are undergoing their escape and final holdout against the New Imperials.

Uncover the destination to these evacuating remnants as it's been determined they almost certainly can not cross into Sith Imperial space. After that is found, leave nothing left.

D A N T O O I N E
OBJECTIVE II | ECHOES
FOCUS | SPECIAL FORCES, AGENTS, POLITICS
ZONE OF OPERATION | GARANG CITY
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The battle of Garang city is not such a distant memory to either belligerent in this bloody war. As the New Imperial Order arrived to Dantooine again, its foremost priority was securing the Capital city and with the Sovereign Imperator's own threat to besiege it with the force of the 501st Legion.

With this, the remnant garrison surrendered unconditionally. However, as much as it might seem that Garang might prove endearing to its prodigal son's return, Sith remnant cells still remain in the city, to ensure the New Order fails in taking the city once more. COMPNOR's priority is the pacification of Garang City by any and all means neccessary that do not result in collateral damage to the Imperator's home city.

Sniff out any scent of resistance to New Imperial control of Dantooine.

D A N T O O I N E
OBJECTIVE III | TASK ETERNAL
FOCUS | IMPERIAL KNIGHTS
ZONE OF OPERATION | JEDI ENCLAVE
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The Jedi Enclave was once a center of learning and upbringing for its creed. That was until the Sith took control of the world and have since defiled it. In the battle for Dantooine, a Graug infestation took root in the crystal caves near the Enclave and still the temple complex is infested with Sithspawn and other dark acolytes.

Thus- the Lord Executor has called for Enclave to be cleansed by the Weapons of the Empire. Stop at nothing to purge the darkness here, so a Redoubt of the Imperial Knights might be established on this humble world, so that the Dark Creed might die out in favor of the teachings of the Imperial Knights.

B Y O O
OBJECTIVE IV​

Whatever gets you to post, chief.

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[Irveric Tavlar]

I M P E R A T O R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
HOMECOMING
Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt

l e t . g o . m y . h a n d
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Dantooine. Home. Since the bitter defeat in the streets of Garang...he'd neglected any sentiment he'd held toward this world, secluding his greatest failure to the back of his mind. To move on. For the sake of his brothers and comrades, his people and himself. The Tavlar name meant nothing at all. He was not destined to be any great or influential man, he was destined to live and die in those streets as so many had, buried in the poverty and anguish of slain dreams and fallen ambitions of this world, a world only ever marked as a foot note a handful of times through Galactic history as a means of hiding from greater threats.

It was prized for its isolation.

But in that isolation there was a certain serene quality, roaming golden fields, untamed nature.

If he could mark any one particular trait that drew him back, it might have been that. A man constantly surrounding himself with the veins of command, authority, technology, war. Venues of mortal struggle so violently detached from the soul in its scale and brilliance. This place- here...it all grounded him.

Grounded him back to the fact that he was in the end, a mortal man. The child who was brought up in dogged circumstances and sent off to war from which- he'd only just now returned, a man with any semblance of worth in himself.

In returning to where it all began, he could feel vindication in the path he walked to take himself back.

He stood atop a lonely hill, his gaze overlooking the untouched landscape with his native home Garang at the edge of the horizon. He might have normally taken this opportunity to spark alight a cigar- to decompress. But for now, he sought to take in the unrecycled, clean air of this world, the same breathes that ran through his lungs decades prior.

But he knew...he knew he would not be alone for long.

"Why am I not surprised that you've found me here..." He remarked, glancing behind him. To her.

 

[Okkeus Dainlei]

Objective 3
Cleanse The Temple
Open For Stories!

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The dirt beneath his feet felt unstable.

Even though the young Knight had been in space for the duration of the battle, he still could feel the echoes of war. He still couldn’t believe that he fought here almost a year ago. Times have truly changed.

Sith energy radiated strongly from the temple. He could feel it even more now, after taking a short walk away from his X-Wing. The same ship he fought with while in the vacuum of space. Leading his own squadron into battle. Taking out Sith starfighters one by one. Now, it served him as a reminder of the brutality of war.

It felt unnatural for such a sacred place to be taken over by monstrous Sith. Him, along with the Imperial Knights he once called his brothers, would purge this place of the filth that inhabited it.

Holding his lightsaber in his left hand, he flicked the switch to ignite the weapon. The blue blade shot outward, pointing towards the ground. The slight hum could be heard quietly echoing into the temple.

It was time to reclaim what was rightfully theirs.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

D A N T O O I N E
B Y O O

By all accounts, Dantooine had seen absolute hell. Fiolette did not envy its inhabitants and much of the agricultural world had been left scorched, bereft of its ability to produce anything more than sorrow - let alone bread. She sat in the pilot's seat of the small and sleek corvette with nothing more than the hum of its engines as sat idle. The ship hovered over the now black-marked land, a land that once greeted them with the sway of wheat in the wind. Fiolette was quiet, she glanced over toward the ship's single passenger; Kassandra Distorith ​

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"Whenever you're ready," her voice was quiet, the subtle accent of the Galidraan crept into her words. The redhead's vision swept over the controls for a moment where the automated lights and small beeps made something of a rhythm when coupled with the engine's hums. Her hands tapped along the ship's control stick. The war-torn world's scars laid open and bare for all to see, and Fiolette could not help but think about Dosuun, and Galidraan. Her mind compared the three, and their scenarios and what seemed to be inevitable for her homeworld. She took in a deep breath and exhaled, and kept those thoughts quiet. Dantooine was Kassandra's homeworld, and there would be no doubt of the feelings that would be associated with returning. A return that was perhaps long overdue and to see it in this state; Fiolette didn't want to imagine what it would be like to see Galidraan in such a state.​

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The sheer thought of it sent her emotions into a clouded haze of darkness. ​

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So there she sat, quiet and still, waiting for Kassandra to give her the word.​

 

[Willan Tal]

LORD PROTECTOR
GALIDRAANI FREE STATE
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
Tags:// DECEASED Erskine Barran Enedina Tal Aveline Greye​

From Bastion to Helgard, and from Generis to Serenno Galidraans finest had marched ceaselessly toward home, young and old, men and women, soldiers and civilian, diaspora or homeworlder, all answered the divine call to the homeworlds reclamation. What had once been a motley band of exiles, criminals and lost souls quickly transformed into the vestiges of a professional army both on the field and off it, showing the past glories of what Galidraans forerunners were renowned for and forging it into a new legend wrought upon the bloody path of a peoples struggle. Upon a hundred battles and a dozen campaigns, Galidraani honour would be restored, and the Lion banner triumph over the Sith degenerates.


Erskine Barran was a familiar fellow and a comrade in arms resolute like Tal was, having made a name for himself commanding free state forces from Helgard to Ziost and beyond. The Old Boar was a tough old breed, as was the men he commanded, being by Tal's side at every confrontation, trial and challenge that lay in the path to home. And for all the sacrifices Tal, Barran and many others in the Galidraani forces made, it seemed that the long march bore fruit in the end. With the forces of the New Imperial Order, the Galactic Alliance and a whole host of other unknown actors shattering former strongholds of the dying Sith Empire. The road to Galidraan seemed open after so much death and perseverance, the only question now was the preparation that Tal and Barran would face retaking the home planet.


Having sent a message out to both Erskine, Moff Greye and his wayward tomboy of a daughter, the Lord Protector awaited the trio in his office study aboard a Galidraani warship overlooking Dantooine. It was quaint in a small sense, just as Tavlar returned to the endless fields of Dantooine, his homeland, so too would the many exiles of the free state. Sadly many would return in caskets to be buried in the war cemeteries, but he would not forget the many thousands who had died to get him this far. And neither would Barran as he had so intimately came to know, Erskine's own son perishing with scores of other soldiers in the various battles of attrition on Ziosts scorched surface. He mused, would he too accept the reality that his own brood might die before his task was complete? Such harsh questions kept a father awake at night.

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[Aveline Greye]

D A N T O O I N E
OBJECTIVE II | ECHOES
FOCUS | SPECIAL FORCES, AGENTS, POLITICS
ZONE OF OPERATION | GARANG CITY

NIV Adamant Predator​

Moff Aveline Victoria Cecily Greye stood on the bridge of her flagship as it leaped out of hyperspace and maneuvered for orbit. She wore her armor modeled after the uniform of an Imperial Moff, with an added gorget made of polished beskar ornamented in Galidraani style with the House Greye coat of arms centered before her throat. At her right hip was a holster for her pistol, at her left the cylinder of a lightsaber hilt plated in electrum. Her emerald gaze watched unwaveringly as the ship stalked toward the orb of Dantooine, the soft murmur of the crew of the bridge behind a mere background as she waited.

"Your Excellency, we will be entering low orbit soon." Her Aide de Camp, Administrator Morgan Falbrooke, told her, having stepped up during transit.

Aveline nodded simply, listening as Morgan stepped away once more.

Her picket ships peeled away to maintain a higher orbit while Adamant Predator slipped into a low orbit. Finally, Aveline broke eye contact with the planet, turning first to look at the Galidraani warship she would be meeting Willan Tal on, then turning on her heel and walking smartly through the bridge. She paused at the door as the Imperial Marine opened it for her, then she stepped through and continued to a lift at the end of a corridor behind the bridge. The marine closed and dogged the hatch behind her, securing it per her standing orders. The lift descended the voluminous starship, depositing her outside of a small craft hangar. Administrator Falbrooke stood waiting near a trio of sloops waiting to take off.

"Vanguards have just launched with the first patrol section and are waiting to escort you. Knights are aboard the sloops, and Second Company, Seventh Ord Radama Regulars are embarked on gunships ready for deployment." Morgan Falbrooke spoke with a slight Galidraani accent, like many of Aveline's senior staff. He was also extremely competent with the weapons and armor he currently bore, having been a Galidraani Knight himself before being selected to serve Moff Greye.

"Excellent. We shall meet with the Lord Protector, I am sure he will have use of our forces here." Aveline spoke as she started up the ramp into the sloop. Morgan stepped in behind her and the sloop closed up, ready for launch.

The sloops speared through space from the Adamant Predator to the Lord Protectors ship, landing in the open small craft bay that was waiting for them. As protocol dictated, she waited on her sloop while the company of Galidraani Knights she was assigned deplaned their sloops and lined up outside of hers. When ready the ramp lowered, and she stepped from the sloop. Her Knights saluted as she passed, then returned to parade rest as she stepped out of the hangar with only Morgan in tow. Aboard a Galidraani ship, she had little need for the protection of the Knights.

At the door to the Lord Protectors office, she motioned for Morgan to wait. He took a position next to the door as she knocked, paused a moment, and then entered the office. She knew she was expected.

"Lord Protector." She said by way of greeting, offering a traditional Galidraani salute to the man that held her ultimate loyalty.

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[Kassandra Distorith]

D A N T O O I N E
|| T H E . R E C L A M A T I O N ||
Objective IV
Tag: Fiolette Fortan
Music Notes: Sabaton feat. Apocalyptica "Angels Calling"​

There were many things to consider as she sat beside Fiolette, silently gazing out at the blackened and battered planet that was her birthplace.

Her home.

This had happened countless times over the centuries, but it enraged her anew each and every time. This most recent incursion from the misguided, myopic misanthropes that called themselves Sith was an insult that was not to be born. Of a certainty, she was numbered among their kind, but this senseless and wanton destruction on such a scale was never something she understood. Military installations? Of course. Shipyards and spaceports? Such targets made sense.

But the simple farmers and people of Dantooine hadn't deserved the fate that the Sith and others had decided for them. Kassandra's fingers gripped the arm rests of the seat she was ensconced in tightly, and it was a good several moments before she brought herself out of that crimson rage and was able to form a response to the stunning redhead's query. "Please, do take us in. I don't know what safe landing zones have been secured, but what remains of my estate should be suitable to land at if nothing else."

The Lordess forced herself to clasp her hands together in her lap before she damaged the chair or the nearby electronics, as flickers of energy danced across her fingertips. They ached with the effort as she exerted tight control over herself. Her mind wound into a long familiar pattern of meditation to aid in keeping her rage and power in check until the moment it could be loosed on whatever dared step into her path.​

 

[Xeykard]

OBJECTIVE I | TOKARE GARRISON | OPEN
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The noose had been tied.

"Inquisitor, they're... they're on their way."

His hands balled into fists, and he slammed them down on the table in front of him, denting the metal. How could this be? An entire arm of the Empire, encircled by traitors and heretics, supply lines cut and the enemy closing in. Further, reports of raids at Thule and Krayiss, moments away from cutting the Empire in two. How could the strength of the Sith be so shattered?

Siphoned by pretenders, the galaxy ever resisting their advance. No, no -- how he hated them all. And the fear he felt here, among the soldiers of the Sith...

They could not be left, could not be wasted. Even as their supply routes were slashed, there was still enough to make a stand; enough to break their chains. Yes, yes -- he breathed deep, searching the Code again for answers.

Yet, what could they do? Their garrison was understrength and the traitor's might was ever rising. He needed time, patience; calm, reason, perhaps. That was far from what a Sith was meant to be.

He breathed. His hands relaxed.

"Major, start loading anything useful that's left in the base onto my ship and our transports. Prepare the fighters for air patrol, and the bombers to strike any armored units -- and orbital defenses. Dantooine is lost, but the fewer defenses we leave intact, the easier it will be to reclaim." Surely the Empire was preparing for a counterattack. Yes, yes; patience. "I will take to the field with what forces we have, and stall the traitors at the garrison's edge. Move quickly, and we may yet survive."

Deep breath.

He turned to the command station's exit, his hand falling to his saber.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

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D A N T O O I N E​

B Y O O​

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Fiolette guided the craft from the clouds toward the coordinates of Kassandra's estate, or at least what would be left of it. She didn't need to be Force-sensitive to sense what her beau's mood was. Words wouldn't suffice, at least, not now - there would be no comfort in them. The Estate began to appear on the horizon and so she exhaled, the redhead slowed the ship's speed down as she prepared the vessel for the descent. ​

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As they approached it became evident that the landing pads had not been spared the horrors of war. Fiolette was quietly grateful for the ship's small frame. She delicately negotiated the craft's inevitable arrival on the pad. The small rhythm of beeps and hums went quiet as the ship was powered down. The practical part of her went down a list of things they would need to do to clean up, a distraction from the messy emotions associated with being at the Estate, or at least what was left of it. ​

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The Galidraani rose from the pilot's chair and looked out the ship's front window, her attention shifted to the statuesque woman who, at that moment, put so much effort into restraining her emotions. Fiolette pursed her lips together as she tried to think of the words to fill the silence that had steadily built up. However, the redhead wasn't sure what she could say other than what had already been stated prior to their arrival on Dantooine; I'm here for you. ​

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Fiolette shared a quiet gaze with Kassandra as she extended her hand out toward the Lordess. ​

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The ship's light grew dim as it conserved energy and Fiolette led the pair down the boarding ramp that met the landing pad with an uneasy thump. The abused landing area groaned with disagreement beneath the weight of the small ship. Standing before the couple was the estate that they had come to see. The Galidraani just hoped that the Dantooinian beside her would be able to endure the trip, emotionally. ​

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Kassandra Distorith ​

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[Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt]

R e n e g a d e
New Imperial Order
Byway
Irveric Tavlar

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Garang had been shaped by the armored assault, indents still lined the roadways. Most buildings had been rebuilt or repaired but there were small signs of the violence that still haunted it’s streets; if one went looking at least. Not everyone would bat an eye at a vacant lot or scorch marks on the alley ways, the building’s corners chipped away by blaster fire.

Just a few keystones of any prior warzone she noted, maybe even the different paneling used in repairs up and down the avenues. That was half the galaxy these days, Sybila adjusted the heavy lenses staring at the gravel lot that housed a few speeders. The lonely little corner building that had housed a heavy repeater and a handful of scared conscripts was nothing more than a toll lot now and some scrap metal.

The locales had erected a memorial site somewhere towards the park district, but those names would be erased in time from the walls. The cement wall would be scrubbed by COMPNOR or a change in public sentiment would leave it in ruin when enough time passed. A sacrifice that wouldn’t matter. Irveric had won.

Who would of thought, it didn't feel cemented-tangible.

She stuffed her hands in her pockets and continued down the sidewalk, dragging her boots. The looming presence of the 501st and the terms and conditions laid down by the Order had cowed the city. It was a quiet morning, sunny even. Her boots clicked steadily down the cement retreating from the unmarked grave, it certainly felt like a lifetime ago to the woman. Odd how in five seconds and some new found regard for life cost someone more time than any other form of penitence.

The guilt didn’t resonate anymore, it was a tired old thing that bored the mind. Though, here she was chasing tabloids and reports half a galaxy back to the start-to congratulate a man, sentiment was frustrating.

“I can always fuck off that way if you want some privacy,” Sybila launched back with out missing a beat, fatigue crept behind her words; almost serious. The woman raised her hand to point lazily over her shoulder as she met his eye. A black specter standing out amidst the fields of gold. The midday sun beat down, a small sheen of sweat rising on her forehead as she waded through the tall grass silently.

The woman stood apart from him, dark lenses skimming across the open plains with a vague interest. She would never understand the struggle, she had only ever seen the byproduct of it and all she had was stories traded between hands to study.

“It’s nicer the second time around I imagine,” she offered cordially.

 

[Jin Kyrel]

Objective: 3
Nearby: Okkeus Dainlei

It had been days to weeks of Jin’s disappearance following the Battle of Vjun. A campaign that had long lasting ramifications as any other. Now Jin had emerged into the ruins of the old Jedi enclave. His own dark aura now blending in with that of the graug horde remained. They even seemed to pay the fallen Imperial Knight no mind. So he mingled within the darkness, a silent rage going through his very being. The last time he was on this world was when a Sith Lord took his left leg, and causing the Knight to use the dark side to not die. Now things had seemed to take a drastic turn, following Vjun he did not encounter the Sith that had infected him with a piece of the Sith. Within days it had grown worse, his rational thoughts were clouded, replaced by an echo and visions of the Force that kept him from sleeping. The code of the Sith echoed in his mind, at times he spoke as if he had been driven mad.

He stole a Sith craft, and left his mask there. Shaking off any New Imperial authority that tried to find him, and vanished from then on. In time the infection worsened as it had now became a part of him, and further more unlocked the darkness that was inside of him since the day he was born. As if the piece of the Sith Lord had possessed and turned the troubled and impulsive Imperial Knight into something far worse. He no longer adorned the white of his armor, and traded for what looked to be black armor and a battle cloak, a new mask that showed his face that had now taken a sickly pale pigment. Even some type of Sith gauntlets, that sparked into a bright purple neon lighting, showing the gauntlets were a way of amplifying his unique magicks without the use of a ritual.

The only thing that did remain of his Knighthood was his silver Crossguard blade. Being possessed by the Sith, he came to the mindset of revealing himself to his former friends and those that he had sworn an oath to. He would kill another Knight to complete a rite of passage and take a new crystal to bleed. After sometime to prepare he arrived to Dantooine the place already stirring his hatred and waited. Masking his own signature and blending it with that of the graugs.

From then on, he only explored the long decaying ruin. Avoiding the beasts and waiting to see who would venture deeper inside. Stalking the halls, waiting to collect a worthy victim.

 

[Raijan Sol]

BYOO
Cromwell , Chelenne Akaris

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Hail Graush.

The words echoed familiarly in his mind. They instilled both an empowering sentiment, and a dread for what they heralded.

No… For who.

His last - most recent memories began to resurface. The pod sealing as salutes were given. Voices that were clearly heard became muffled before he slipped into unconsciousness. The last thing he saw before the cold set in, was him. Even through his blackened visor, he could see him.

Even as the shrouded figure turned away, and the activating cryo pod forced him to shut his eyes… He knew a part of his Lord was with him. And with it came a sense of security, a certainty of success, for they had never known defeat when their Master led them. But it also carried fear… Every move observed. Every thought revealed.

No privacy, and yet… No defeat.

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Eyelids fluttering, his dormant frame stirred. The echoes of his last memories departing as his consciousness pushed its way to the forefront.

A quiet groan emanated from his lips as his heavy arms rose from his sides, pressing against the transparent glass of the pod. The dim slowly beating glow from the interior of the pod coated him in its scarlet light. Lurching forwards, he shoved the door open and took his first step out.

Cold, not uncommon for a starships flooring.

No… This is wrong, The roughness of the ground was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. “Lights,” he croaked out, barely managing to get out the words through the dryness of his throat.

When there was no gradual reveal of his surroundings via the lights, he finally gave a look to the ground.

Stone.

Shuffling back over to his pod, he maneuvered around its side, palms lightly tracing along the surface of the metal before it gave way. Where there was meant to be a panel, was nothing. His next step sent something skittering off across the stones into a dark corner. Part of the… Pod, he thought, before he saw dimly glowing furrows running parallel with each other.

Gaze snapping back to the missing patch of metal in the pod, he silently cursed.

Blaster was slagged. He was in the dark long enough that his eyes were beginning to adjust. With his finger tips wandering and his enhanced vision, he could make out that his rifle was segmented. The faint sensation of heat against his finger pads was all the information he needed. Circling to the other side of the pod, he crouched, this time pausing for a moment as he focused.

He hated the feeling of being inexperienced when he was fresh out the pod.

Metal slid over metal and the hidden compartment opened, revealing the rest of his equipment. He went mostly by feel as he gathered what he needed. Body suit, utility belt, datapad… And a trio of thermal detonators… Leaving those.

Disappointment almost consumed him before his knuckles slid over the smooth surface of his favoured weapon. Little more than a metal stick, his hand tightened around the haft before he yanked it from its perch.

Determine status of the team.

Pausing, it occurred to him that there was a vacant feeling in his gut. But it quickly vanished when his free hand found the line of thermal detonators again. He collected two before keying the final one. Backing away from the pod, his hand tightened around the haft of his weapon. Turning back to that corner where the glowing gouges in the stone had been - now faded - and walked off into the darkness to follow.

He was alone, but there was a comfort in serving one that was undefeated. Reunification was inevitable.

Behind him, the dark dungeons within the Rakatan Ruins flashed and temporarily lit part of the corridor he travelled down before he vanished into the shroud of darkness.

 

[DECEASED Erskine Barran]

BRIGADIER-GENERAL
GALIDRAANI FREE-STATE
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER

Free-State Commanders in Attendance: Willan Tal Enedina Tal Aveline Greye

Ever punctual, Lord Erskine would be among the first to arrive on the Lord-Protector's ship, with Gowrie and Yorunarr in tow, dressed in parade-ground attire, complete with their own sets of gold-plated numbers set into the blue-dyed,"Number-2 Dress.", coats from the collars to the pockets. All had lost friends, comrades, brothers, and in some cases, (like Barran's) even sons to the cause, though the ID-numbers of every fallen serviceman on their coats served as testament to the Free-State's collective urge to fight their way home. Galidraan the not-so-distant glory, something the Free-State and all the other homesick warriors could almost taste like they were walking through Calavar's cobbled streets already; the one home that was once ripped from their loving embrace, the home that the Fortans sought to bring peace to, though all knew that the struggle would bring the glorious capital city close to the brink of death.

'Greetings, Milord! Good to see you back in the fray again, won't be long before the Grand-Assembly summon us again though.... But enough o' that talk, first we should have some o' the 814-cask I brought. Plenty to celebrate as we wait for the others anyways, wouldn't you say?'

Nodding acceptance as they exchanged handshakes, Barran would turn away to pour the drinks with a reassuring nod whilst he left Lord Willan to shake hands and nod silent greetings to Gowrie as he had with Lord Erskine. The aristocracy of Galidraan's two most-prominent planets on full display, but being nobles of specific origin didn't perturb the Lord-Protector when he shook 2nd-Leftenant Yorunarr's hand in introduction, something the Woad noticed instantly and made the effort to officially introduce (and vouch for) the newly-commissioned young Novanian,'One of of the two Novanians under my command, this one being the childhood friend of the one who made me leave our last meeting early, Milord.'. The Brigadier-General would then pause to pass drinks between the earlybirds and raise his glass, checking everyone had their glasses raised before continuing,'Slainte!', drinking with people he considered to be the right sort of people to enjoy whiskey with.

'Slangevar!'
'Slangevogh!'

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[Hans Rennagen]

THE RETURN
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
IMPERIAL KNIGHTS
Jin Kyrel Okkeus Dainlei

The tunnels were still as dark and cold as they had been a year prior. Images of the bloody push into the temple resurfaced in Hans' mind as he walked the same path he had then. He slowed his breathing and kept his aura in the force small. Any lone Graug his team encountered were little challenge to dispatch. He wished all the best for the knights in the infested caves below.

Along with him was Okkeus Dainlei, a man of many faces in the last few years. But the fact that he had returned here with them meant a great deal to Hans. It was the actions of Hans, Jin, and Okkeus at the Battle of Dantooine that had gotten them promoted to Knights. Now Okkeus was with the Jedi, and Jin...

Hans' spirit sank a little lower. He'd regretted for so long letting Jin rush forward against the Shaper, to tap into the dark side for power. It might have kept his friend alive in the moment, but now it had taken a hold of him, corrupted him. Hans hadn't seen Jin since their defense of Bastion months prior, but he'd heard all about the Vjun offensive. He was unsure if Jin was even alive now.

"I'd been hoping to get back on the front lines, but I didn't expect to be back here so soon. Cleansing this place will be a great victory for both our orders." he remarked to Okkeus. This place had once been an important site of the Jedi, and while the Imperial Knights were not supposed to care for such things, Hans couldn't help but feel sorry for the Jedi as more and more of their temples fell to the dark side, or the Bryn'adul.

Though the darkness here was thick, the light of the Iron Sun shone down on Dantooine, and their victory here would be yet another testament to the resolve of the New Order.

 

[Willan Tal]

LORD PROTECTOR
GALIDRAANI FREE STATE
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
Tags:// DECEASED Erskine Barran Enedina Tal Aveline Greye

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The solitude of his office was soon interrupted by the hiss of doors sliding open and revealing the lithe figure of Moff Greye, whom Tal stood up and greeted back in kind with a salute, per tradition and Galidraani military etiquette. A tough creature not unlike many of the chosen few women who served in high ranks and positions of the Galidraani free state, in a society dominated by tradition and expectations, these few had punched well above their weight and rightfully earned their place in the military. Greye was similar to his daughter in that regard as both had fought to be where they were, and both equally ruthless.


"Well, met Moff Greye, take a seat, we've got matters to discuss, but we can wait for the others to co-."

Midstride and full of gusto, Barran and his entourage came in next; some he recognised, others he did not. Embracing his peer with a firm handshake and nod, he turned his attention to the others present and offered handshakes to them before turning to Barran and commenting on his urge to get the drinks out.

"You can enjoy your drink Erskine, I will abstain as I have matters to talk on of importance; see your subordinates out."

He didn't need a party in here, that could wait when they got home and when all matters were assured on the future of their goals. He'd gathered Barran, Greye and his own flesh and blood to talk on the matter of the Ord Radama issue and the militants on the homeworld who were waging an underground war and insurgency. Those were but a patch of skin on the proverbial elephant in the room that was the entire Galidraani struggle, but such matters had to be addressed before long.

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[Djorn Bline]

V E N O M _ S N A K E
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
DANTOOINE

Back to here.

When the Galaxy rose against them to preserve an evil was just a cancer for the Galaxy. A major defeat, but that didn't stop him or the Empire. They continued relentlessly, campaign after campaign, a war of attrition to see who would last longer in the fire. The road was long and unforgiving, but here they were. Joy was brought to many soldiers that had lost their fellow comrades in the dirt of Dantooine, fighting for their memory and not have their service be in vain.

But for Snake? That feeling was only temporary, and unable to relieve the pain. His vengeance wanting more to fill in the void within him.

It directed him to the population of Dantooine, he didn't forget. Memories of that time flashed before his eyes, remembering from start to finish in the failed operation. How civilians turned up in arms against him and his. Blindly supporting an idea that leeched them; an idea he wasn't too far gone to realize how corrupt it was. He never held any love for the Sith despite her service to them, but he never forgot the sacrifices people made to build that empire.

The people were far from forgiveness, but he would grant them mercy.

A merciful death.

A platoon of Ghost Vipers would act as a death squad in the task he had planned out for this operation. Acting with autonomy apart from the military. He realized he would be stepping out of line from what the Imperator wished, but these times demanded necessary evil. Something he was willing to act on.

A detachment of the platoon neared a residential complex to house many individuals. Intel marked this as a site of suspected activity. No more further investigations as Snake decided to act instead of waiting. A risk he wasn't going to take. Blood would be shed, but Imperials already bled enough to liberate this planet with a mixed population that abhorred the New Order.

If anything? It would be a good source for propaganda and news to twist into a narrative that supported his extreme actions.

<"Don't take any chances, there are already enough bad apples in the mix."

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[Marcad]

G R E E N _ K N I G H T
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
DANTOOINE
STARRING | Mogra'teksa

There would be a clean slate for this Enclave, fallen from its former glory. From its ashes a chapter of the New Imperial Knights would reign and seize control from the Darkness. Ironic that the Mirialan brought what he sought to destroy. He'd argue it was a different shade of darkness he coexisted with, still retaining his own identity even if he was near falling into a dark pit. A thin line he walked on, keeping balance and composure to not fall out of line.

Along him came his apprentice who had been more disciplined than when they first met, yet she still abhorred him. Wasn't hard to tell on how she'd act time to time.

"You are ready for the next step under my me, no longer will you be needing that," and pointed at her lightsaber.

"Once we've finished our assignment here, that is," would be entirely foolish to strip her of that weapon. Unforgiving he was in training her, but never intentionally killing her without giving her a chance to even the field with her skills and wits.

"Don't act foolish, this place is corrupted with the Dark Side and can influence your thoughts. You are still a novice compared to this."

But she had to start somewhere; if this was Korriban, there'd be no hope for her to resist the Dark Side.

"Kill everything and everyone, and do not hold back."

 

[DECEASED Erskine Barran]

BRIGADIER-GENERAL
GALIDRAANI FREE-STATE
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER

Free-State Commanders in Attendance: Willan Tal Enedina Tal Aveline Greye

With no complaints from Leftenant Yorunarr, the Novanian stood to attention, enacted a fist-over-heart salute before about-facing and marching for the door without any need for prompting, but Lord-Colonel Gowrie would narrow eyelids as he returned his seat politely sliding into it's place at the table; taking issue with,"Subordinates", after recently becoming a Free-State entity in his own right, but Barran's ice-cold stare told the Tuath they'd be discussing that look on his face later, so the Lord-Protector's need for quiet would be obeyed quickly, and without so much as a grumble in anger as Lord Aron went to join the Novanian for drinks elsewhere. Shaking his head before downing his drink (and without the glass's rim even touching his lips) as the First Brigade's guardsmen closed the door behind them, Erskine refilled his drink but slid it politely towards Aveline's side of the table, lifting Gowrie's instead to drink as he quietly drawled,'Never mind that lot, Milady. They only want the word from the horse's mouth so they have every possible insight before deploying, can't be helped sometimes.... But in any case, I'll extend my apologies for the interruption.'

Looking back to Tal, Barran silently inquired to Lord Willan's wellbeing with a singular cursory head-tilt, to which a smirking, confident nod was given in reply. Erskine knew there would be plenty matters of importance to discuss, so his lack of formal introduction for the Moff was in an effort to let the meeting commence for the sake of the others, though the,"Well met.", gestures would be extended through exchanging nods of a more-courteous nature as everyone who remained then leaned back in their seats to begin. As well as the matter of the insurgencies in Calavar and beyond, there was also the matter of Ord Radama that would need to be addressed, and anything else that was appearing as a minor roadblock to the Free-State's efforts, so it seemed to Lord Erskine that there was no other way for it but to try help Lord Willan find solutions as quickly as possible, focusing on the issues at hand as Tal sent all the info he had to both Greye's and Barran's datapads as they waited for Lady Enedina's arrival.

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[Seraiel Kasque]

"N O C T U R N U M"
CRYSTAL CAVERNS
D A N T O O I N E
OBJECTIVE III | TASK ETERNAL

Combat heels clicked idly against the old, slippery stones of the caverns below the desecrated Jedi temple. Silver eyes narrowed in exercised precision as rounds fired at her. Almost mechanical in trained efficiency, her left lightsaber ignited, white light spinning around her armored face as she deflected each shot with ease. This was nothing to her. Her right hand extended, sending one of her adversaries flying into a wall with an almost sickening crunch as she accelerated into a sprint.

One by one, bodies flew left and right, not a drop of blood to be found. Each slice carved through their armor as if it were little more than softened butter, instantly cauterizing each wound with extreme heat.

As more enemies approached, her right saber ignited, the woman linking it with the other to form a proper Saberstaff. Smooth circular motions created a near impenetrable shield in front of her body as she stalked her next victims. Clear them out, there would be no exceptions, those were her orders and she would follow them without fail.

‘Any news on those reinforcements?’ She sent out to her compatriots in a telepathic wave, connecting with ease to her fellow Imperial Knights. It was far more reliable to communicate in such a way, ensuring whatever transmission she sent was heard by her fellows alone. ‘Not that we can’t handle what's here…’

At that, as if she had jinxed herself, a large entity stepped out from the shadows, meaty feet sending a loud thump through the chaotic halls. A deathly silence fell over the combatants as wide eyes turned up to glare at the absolute beast that had presented itself. Not seconds after it entered the light, four or five Graug joined at it's sides with many more still lurking in the shadows.

‘It would seem I spoke too soon.’ Seraiel readied herself into combat position, taking a glance behind her for the briefest moment to check for something, anything that might help in taking this thing down. The other Knights provided a decent enough distraction to ensure her fight went uninterrupted, but unfortunately for her this also left her alone to deal with the new threat.

“Could really use a little help right about now.” She spat out through grit teeth, slowly backing up towards the entrance to guide the thing further away from its allies…

Aleksander Castellanos