The Line in the Sand; The Imperial Dominion of Rothana

[Keyan Mastigar]

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ROTHANA, QUIBERON SECTOR​

851 ABY - THE EXPANSION​

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A decisive victory had been achieved by the Imperial Military in under an hour. Agents from the Naval Intelligence branch of the Imperial Security Bureau had traveled ahead of the 52nd Fleet and disabled an expansive minefield employed by the Free People's Navy, allowing Vice Admiral Cardan to bring the fleet out of hyperspace below the defenses and force the ancient Confederacy vessels into a tactically-unfavorable situation.

Afterward, a corps of snowtroopers, around thirty-six thousand in all, were delivered to the surface to wrest control of the capital into the Empire's hands. With the death of the Neimoidian Warlord Garkur on Zenith Prime mere days earlier, what remained of his governors soon resorted to carving up their own fiefdoms in the remaining star systems, making them easy targets for the organized Imperial Starfleet.

Gromm disembarked from the Lambda-class shuttle, as white as the snow surrounding it, alongside his trusted first officer, Praxon. A luxurious fur cloak kept him warm as he trudged up a mountainous pass into an old fortress that had been quickly converted into the Empire's primary command base on Rothana. Moving inside, he glanced around at the unhelmeted snowtroopers in the massive hall, clones, humans, and aliens alike enjoying steaming caf after the fast-pace of the battle.

By his order, the well-known figures who had participated in the battle were treated to a small meal in the dining hall, where he would plan the next move of their forces until the new moff arrived to take over integrating the system into Empire...

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Story Guideline: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/118002-dominion-proposal-november-edition/

[member="Kayrce"] | [member="Varik Ice"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="DT-2417"] | [member="Jotham Noktis"] | [member="TK-1515"] | [member="Luyioth Dakwin"] | [member="Baron Morcus"] | [member="Fabian"] | [member="Valerie Rein"] | @The Galactic Empire

 

[Adron Malvern]

On Rothana's surface, Adron had been placed in a temporary command until the planet's new infrastructure was completely implemented. He and his troop of Imperial Guardsmen had taken over an entire wing of the capitol building, using it as their headquarters as they managed the day to day transition of the system to Imperial doctrine.

In the chambers that had once belonged to the governing body to Rothana, Adron sat in a silent mediation taking in the Force as it flowed around him. The Dark Side of the Force was still new to him, and required much of his concentration to properly tap into it. As a young Jedi he had been taught the Dark Side was a negligent release that occurred when one's discipline was not his equal.

However, in these days in the Empire Adron was learning that the Dark Side of the Force was the true nature of things. Raw and difficult to control, it must be unleashed in the correct fashion, lest you destroy everything around you.

His closed eyes came open unto the room around him. The small traces of the corrupting power of the Dark Side sparkling in his eyes like so many sunburnt fireworks.

The dark space was not his alone, it was shared by three other men who sat across from him. Members of the imperial Shadowguard, and while they served beneath him each one was his equal if not his superior in the ways of the Dark Side.

"Will that be all today, Lord Captain?" A raspy, withered, and even sickly voice called out to him. Drakos, the oldest of the Shadowguard, and perhaps the greatest warrior among them spoke out in question to the High Moff.

"That's enough, I need to check in with the Imperial Fleet to be sure things are moving along with no complications." He informed the Shadowguard.

All three of the men rose to their feet as Adron did the same, exhaling softly as he did.

"A holocall will not suffice?" The man questioned, his ghoulish mask covering the inquisitive expression hidden beneath.

"I prefer to do these things in person. Makes it run a bit more smooth." He told the man before making his way towards the door, each of his guardsmen in tow.

[member="Gromm Cardan"]

 

[Jada Raxis]

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[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond C’artyom idly wandered through the base that had been commandeered and quickly erected by the Imperials. He and Inferno One had been part of the point team that had taken out the minefield. Now Inferno One was getting some well deserved rest and relaxation, but for Desmond there was to be no rest. He had been hailed by one of Gromm’s lieutenants and told to meet the Vice Admiral in one of the briefing rooms. Desmond sighed a little, his breath coming out in a chilled vapor, as he meandered through the halls. He searched his stealth cloak for his flask and sipped from the liquor. He was immediately gratified with a fine fire in his belly that ceased the chill within his bones.

Despite him not being able to relax with the rest of his crew Desmond was determined to sneak a little fun in. He tucked the flask back within his coat pocket and approached the briefing room. Two Shadow Guards stood at attention outside the doorway and Desmond gave them a curt nod. They stood solemn as he walked into the room, seeming to merely ignore the Baron. Desmond shivered a little and it was not from the cold. The Shadow Guard were ruthless and Desmond knew it. He idly patted the lightsaber that rested under his cloak in wonder. Perhaps one day he too would be able to wield it with such efficiency, but for now it remained little more than a trophy. The Chiss agent entered the room and gave Vice Admiral Cardan a salute

“Major C’artyom reporting for duty, sir,” He said as he addressed the man and waited to be directed to a seat.

Briefings like these usually bored the Chiss, but assisted by the alcohol his boredom was belayed. At least for a moment.

[member="Gromm Cardan"] / [member="Adron Malvern"]

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

Nar Shaddaa​

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When a Bounty Hunter wasn't clad in his heavy armour, wasn't terrorising and instilling fear in any of those he came across, what did he do? He had to relax, just like any other person, and Fett was no exception. On Nar Shaddaa, the very place his name had become a weapon of in itself, did he relax. Koda lounged around, his muscular body sprawled out across an entire couch in nothing but he pants that go underneath his armour and a white tank top. Aimlessly, he flicked through the channels, bored. His armour neatly folded over itself with the helmet resting on top, all of which was placed on a nearby table. The room was clean, it's how he liked it, but he was bored, nothing seemed to cure it at the moment. However, it appeared his luck was going to change once his holocommunicator began it's irritating yet relieving ringing.

Fett tossed the remote aside as sat up and moved to stand, and on the path he grabbed the holocommunicator of course, striding over in his usual walking pattern to a larger devise that had various cords and cables protruding from it. The Bounty Hunter grabbed a single one of them and placed it inside the device in his hand. In an instant a large holographic image was projected, an Imperial Officer that was more than willing to have him under their employ once more. "Koda Fett. I have another assignment for you." Said the recognisable Imperial with some pride, standing entirely still with his hands by his side.

"What is it?"​ Fett replied, folding his arms over his chest and leaning somewhat to the side, inquisitively.

"The Empire has invaded Rothana, we require some assistance from you Bounty Hunter."

"What's the pay?"

"Same as always, of course. All the information you'll require will be updated to the Concord Spear."

"I'll be in hyperspace within the hour." Remarked the Bounty Hunter, pressing a single button on the larger device that would subsequently cause the holographic image to vanish. It seemed as if his boredom would end, he finally had something to do. In the coming moments Fett had dressed himself in his easily identifiable and intimidating Mandalorian Armour before departing the luxurious apartment, boarding the Concord Spear and making his way to Rothana.

 

[Jotham Noktis]

Rear Admiral Jotham Noktis​

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Location: Rothana​

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Status: Inside the Dining Hall​

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He rose his hand in an elegant fashion. He slowly brushed back a lock of hair over his ear as it dribbled down over his eyelash, before nonchalantly returning his hand back behind the veil of his armorweave cape with the other. Jotham held his chin high in a dignified convention. He stood at the highest point in the room alongside any other considerably-high-ranking officers that reflected his high rank within the Imperial Navy.

Having a hand in the fleet's decisive victory over within the efforts of Vice Admiral Cardan with his sector force placed within the 52nd Fleet, the Admiral had already organized his subordinates in securing the planet's resources and policing the Galactic Empire's newest edition to their roster of planets. It was safe to presume the remainder of the confederacy forces were military personnel, and at a general level of competency for military personnel, are advised to destroy friendly assets to prevent them from falling into enemy hands, and with the series Blitzkrieg-esque tactics from the Vice Admiral, Rear Admiral Noktis' tactics did not differ for the sake of synchronization. After the 52nd Fleet had pulled out of Hyperspace and the atmospheric battle was already won within the hour, Rear Admiral Noktis had preemptively ordered for the planetside resources in use by the Warrior-King's remaining forces to be seized and be made inventory of after the battle was finished; both marine and naval personnel worked quickly to do so as soon as the one hour war met it's end.

After doing so, Rear Admiral Noktis would take to the next stage of his robustly diligent and meticulous plan, with policing the populace with the marine military police on board his shuttles as a form of soundly asserting the Galactic Empire's influence over Rothana. He loved when a plan came together as nicely as this one did. He quickly admired himself for a moment, but was quick to return to his mental calculations.

Just then, Rear Admiral Noktis' eyes slyly creeped to his leftmost corner of his prominent blue eyes, as the fur-coated Vice Admiral made his entrance into the Imperial military base with his personal officer, Praxon. The Rear Admiral elegantly nodded in his direction with all due graces from across the room, as Cardan entered.

 

[Varik Ice]

Varik Ice​

Equipment: Lightsaber - Inquisitor Robes​

Location: Dining Hall​

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Varik sat in the Dining Hall with the Stormtroopers he'd led and the various other figures who had been important to this invasion. Some had seemed a bit chilly before they came in; he couldn't relate. He looked down at his robes for a moment, taking it all in. This was his first command as a full Inquisitor, and he had done excellently. He'd led his stormtroopers to victory with minimal casualties, and the odd trooper who got too full of himself and charged an enemy he shouldn't have. He couldn't blame them, though his ears perked up as he overhead his name being whispered farther down the table.

Two of his stormtroopers were gossiping amongst themselves, curious about his lightsaber. He supposed it must've seemed odd to them; most Inquisitors had lightsabers with a red or orange hue, so when he ignited his to lead them and the blade was a silvery-white, it would've been confusing for them. They probably wondered what it meant, and perhaps some of his colleagues in the Inquisitorus would as well. It didn't matter - he knew what it meant, what it signified, and that was all he cared for.

His cold eyes darted across the room, picking out those he recognized from other engagements or those who had been particularly notable on this world. He spied a few, though Noktis was significant in particular. He'd been apparently notable in the Naval engagement, and his military police were among the many keeping order on Rothana. Varik was curious about him; a real rising star in the Imperial Navy, especially for his age. To already be a Rear Admiral at that point in his life - even a man from a 'primitive' world knew how much that spoke about his tactical prowess as a fleet commander.

He hadn't seen Inferno One yet, though he'd heard they had been quite the heroes as well. He glanced down at the caf in front of him, still not really feeling like picking it up - he had hated the taste, so he didn't want any part of it. He could now only wait, sitting back in his chair as he didn't bother getting into conversation with anyone else - the fact they had been given particular request to attend this dinner made him think there was going to be more to this.


[member="Gromm Cardan"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Jotham Noktis"]

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Rothana
851 ABY
DT-2417
Call-sign Pestilence Actual
Post One
Objective: Reinforce Imperial occupation

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The liberators had come and gone, the Empire's protection established over the world of Rothana by the legions of Stormtroopers and vessels of the Fifty-Second fleet that had cleared the skies of any opposition, the white-clad backbone of the Imperial war machine engaging in a bloody but ultimately short conflict with the Free People's Army; with victory being there within the hour, the disorganized subjects of the late warrior king began to allow their personal greed for power influence their minds and began carving their own stakes in the former united territory. It was no surprise then that their defense had been crushed under boot like a bug and the planet had been taken with as little as a single corps of Stormtroopers; a direct assault upon the Capital left things without complication. Those who participated within the short conflict for the planet packed up and headed for some long deserved rest and recovery, especially those who had participated in the occupation of Zenith Prime just several days ago.

At least, a majority of them had. Whilst victory had been quick and decisive; disorganized vermin would run and cower, wait until the threat had left before going back to cause trouble once more. Prevention came in numerous ways, especially when it came to the happiness of a populace and how willing they were to serve their new overarching government. Some would try to use diplomacy and fairness as leverage to its subjects to keep them ticking away without treason forming in their heads. Some, however, saw it differently and looked to the other end of the spectrum. Fear, intimidation, violence; a populace should be broken and shown what their treasonous ways bring them, what is to be expected when arms are raised against the Empire.

For that, there were none better than Death Troopers. The black-clad messengers of the Empire's will, their response to dissent and rebellion. Pestilence had been on assignment after assignment and whilst almost all of them had been open conflict with opposing forces, VIP detail or asset acquisition but now was the time to return to their true purpose, the one best kept secret in the eyes of the galactic community; there were reasons that Imperial citizens were so servile and complacent under Imperial law so quickly after their subjugation into Imperial rule. To many, most were wary to let their eyes pry into the methods of the Empire and its due process with recently occupied worlds, knowing all too well that they would be jumping down the rabbit hole. To the select few in the right circles, however, the term 'Civil Correction Operation' was one that would be regularly heard when the talk of Death Troopers came about. The wide-awake planet of Rothana with a collar around its neck would too learn the term, to fear it, should their arms reach for blasters in open rebellion. Should they remain pacified and loyal to the Empire and its doctrine however, they would be treated fairly.

Pestilence had been planet side since the end of the battle within the Capital, among the industrial powerhouses that once constructed vehicles for Galactic Superpowers during their reign, the populace began to recover from the brief conflict that had washed over their city. The entire city had to shift from the policies and laws of one to that of the Empire, a slow process to be sure but one that would benefit the residents in the years to come, even if they couldn't see the value at a first glance; it was early days after all, things needed to develop, plans needed to be redrawn, redefined and brought to order sharply to undo the damage that had been brought with the Warrior King upon the mineral-rich and historically-secretive world. Whilst they were used to the sight of a Stormtrooper, being as iconic and common as they were, the presence of Pestilence within the city made many feel on edge. Perhaps it was the garbled speech patterns through the helmets, the heavily armed and armored appearance or simply the fact that their black armor stood out in the environment like a sore thumb like they wished for their presence to be known. Psychological conditioning upon the populace was just as useful as physical, if not more so; less bloodshed led to easier changes to normality and less matyrs to act as a rallying cry against their 'oppressors' meaning less fuel for the fires of Rebellion.

The people of Rothana had once been loyal engineers of the Galactic Empire, a chain rusted and broken by history. Today, that chain would be reforged, the servitude of the people and engines of Rothana would roar to life once more.

 

[Adron Malvern]

​When Adron had learned that the Fleet Commander was already planetside he was excited to know he did not have to take a time-consuming trip to the nearby fleet. Instead he would make a much shorter trip to the acting Imperial Command Center where the military had found it's temporary home.

As his shuttle touched down onto the landing pad Adron stepped from his seat, his hawk-like eyes slightly closing as the rear platform was opened for him and his escort.

​The Shadowguard awaited their charge's disembarkment before following him into the bright terrain that surrounded him. The shining sun bounced off of the snow, creating an almost blinding surrounding. For the Shadowguard who had visor's it was not a problem, yet for Adron's naked eyes it was rather agitating. Making his way to the center's mess hall where the officer's and staff were set to meet, Adron's hand rested on the sheathe of his sword, a very confident stride taking him to the mess hall.

​Two of his shadowguard stopped short, outside of the hall, keeping a watchful eye over the entrance as one would begin it's patrols. For Adron, his lead guardsmen followed him into the hall, his saberpike tapping the floor softly as the High Moff made his entrance.

​Every now and then a soldier would turn his gaze to the moff, possibly admiring the decorations on his uniform, or maybe taking note of the Shadowguard in his presence. He made his way over to the Fleet Commander's table, nodding his head at the man. "It seems things have gone smoothly, Admiral. Tell me, have you made the preparations to begin receiving the supply ships?" Business as always Adron skipped the introductions for work.

[member="Varik Ice"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Gromm Cardan"]

 

[Jada Raxis]

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[Keyan Mastigar]

SOMEWHERE IN THE ROTHANA SYSTEM​

THIRTY MINUTES EARLIER​

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Three Victory IV-class Star Destroyers sailed in a tight formation towards a large blue nebula, the command ship situated between the two other vessels. Approaching the blueish hue that constituted as the outskirts of the stellar object, the captain in command of the task force tensed up in his chair, staring out of the bridge viewports at the nebula.

"Tactical view." He commanded, not turning to look when the technicians in the crew pits changed the primary viewscreen to display the fleet and the object that had been hiding within the nebula. "Gunnery, standby on concussion missiles." The captain informed next, acknowledged by his crew.

Ten of the forty missile launchers located on the fore of the ship responded to the command, loading their payloads and opening the tubes. "Ready..." The captain growled, holding up a hand "Fire!" Almost immediately did all ten launchers blast concussion missiles at the nebula, the missiles racing into the mist and disappearing from sensors.

"Evasive!" He roared, unnerved by this turn of events; Each of the star destroyers commenced a full turn and began retreating away from the nebula. As they were leaving, dozens of orange projectiles emerged and impacted against one of the destroyers, completely ignoring its shields and tearing it to shreds.

Watching the same thing happen to the other ship, the captain panicked. "Send out a transmission! Now! Admiral Cardan must kno- Agh!" Was all the captain could manage before the bridge erupted in flames. All that remained now was the debris of the small squadron, and one of the most feared things in the galaxy:

Silence.

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ROTHANA, IMPERIAL FORWARD COMMAND​

VICE ADMIRAL GROMM CARDAN​

"I am glad that all of you could join me today, I would say myself that this has been one of the Empire's most efficient invasions. One hour in total to secure both space and ground superiority." Cardan congratulated, his eyes peering around the room at those present.

High Moff Adron Malvern, the last Archlord of the short-lived Dominion, now a loyal Imperial who Gromm determined to be present so he could sniff around the potential gains from trying to seize the region for his sector, already put in command by the Moff Council until the planet was fit for a prospective moff.

Major Desmond C'artyom of Naval Intelligence, a rowdy Chiss with an appetite for alcohol and women alike that had somehow become the top agent of the grand moff himself; Cardan had read his record thoroughly before this operation, having known that he was present during the Invasion of Hypori.

Rear Admiral Jotham Noktis, a rising star in the Imperial Starfleet that Gromm had quickly become rather fond of for his impressive command and strategic planning, traits that were paramount in him requesting Noktis be added to the 52nd Fleet for the time being as his second-in-command.

Varik Ice, a newly-christened Inquisitor, Gromm had seen him at several battles before but due to the secretive nature of the Inquisitorious, even more so than the Imperial Security Bureau, he did not know much about this man.

"Although I am afraid that the time for celebration must come at a later date; Thirty minutes ago we lost contact with an expeditionary squadron that was dispatched to investigate a strange stellar object in the Rothana System." The Epicanthix relayed, a concerned look washing over his features "Long-range scans of the situation have been made impossible by massive amounts of gravimetric interference coming from this object."

He moved across the table, passing by the occupants as he did. "The provisional government that was in place here has told us that this object has been present for centuries, but the interference only just started a handful of months ago." Admiral Cardan hinted "Grand Admiral Graf has been brought up to date over subspace and has requested that we investigate ourselves."

"The fleet will leave in around an hour, so I suggest you enjoy your meal and warm-up."

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[member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Jotham Noktis"] | [member="Varik Ice"]​

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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The Rothana System​

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The Bounty Hunter had arrived within the system, the streaks of hyperspace faded from his gaze as he ultimately descended unto the planet. The Imperial Forward Command Base offered multiple landing pads in which Fett made use of, the Concord Spear rotating onto it's engines before coming in with a slow yet firm landing. The Bounty Hunter departed his pilot's seat, standing nearby the exit door to only slap the buttons that cause the door to the exit to slide open and the ramp to descend. Immediately he was met by the harsh elements of Rothana, though was unaffected due to the suit's technological advantages. The EE-3 slung over his shoulder, trudging through the outpost or whatever it may very well be on his way towards the main complex that housed the majority of the Imperials.

Upon entering, he was greeted by the booming voice of Gromm Carden, apparently giving some form of speech. The emerald green of the Mandalorian Armour was a clear standout as he stood near the back, not daring to approach any individual or say a word - it was common place for this, out of all the time he had spent in proximity to many of these Imperials he had never offered a single word to the majority of them. Fett was always just the one who stood near the back, standing there menacingly with that T-Shaped visor and intimidating gaze.

 

[TI-1027]

TI-1027

The Rothana System

The Pilot was in the hangar of the recently captured base situated on the planet of Rothana, A snowy world with freezing cold temperatures and creatures equally as dangerous. He was there repairing his Tie Interceptor with a large variety of tools, casually using them before quickly throwing them to the side. It seemed that his fighter received extensive damage during the battle indicated by the large amounts of holes and laser burns that dotted the large fighter's solar collection panels.

Sparks would proceed to fly off the fighter as he continued to repair the damage done to it, occasionally taking out one of the many ration bars from a case situated next to him. Chomping down on it before returning to his work, while he would rather enjoy eating some of the caf the other troopers were eating. The pilot wasn't sure when he would be forced back into battle and he would rather make sure that when he does his fighter doesn't give out and cause him to crash. He had heard that many of the fighters during the battle had perished easily even Star Destroyers seemed to fall. So he wasn't going to take any chances, Apparently a new Moff is supposed to arrive on the base soon hopefully this one will be a little less incompetent as the last one.

 

[Varik Ice]

Varik Ice​

Equipment: Lightsaber - Inquisitor Robes​

Location: Dining Hall​

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Varik's eyes peered curiously at the Vice Admiral as he entered. They also scanned the room of his peers, [member="Adron Malvern"] catching his eye. He'd heard a lot about him, read what he was about. Mainly his skills with a lightsaber and close combat was what Varik was interested in, but- that could be dealt with another day. He seemed somewhat interested as he watched the Admiral talk about this mysterious object in the system; it was interesting, for sure. Not many objects, of any sort could take down an Imperial Fleet single-handedly, expeditionary vessels or not. He peered in interest at the mention of the Grand Admiral; did he usually take such a personal curiosity in these matters, or of units on the ground like theirs? Perhaps when they took over a planet in an hour, he supposed.

Ice didn't waste any time, slowly standing up from his seat and pushing it back into place, turning to the Stormtrooper Captain that had been acting under him with his unit. "Be there early." He got a curt nod in response, and that was all the acknowledgement he needed. He quickly made his way out of the room to prepare in the next hour; not by drinking caf or relaxing, however. He found himself actually more uncomfortable doing that than what he had planned on. Moving to near where the fleet was stationed, he found it. A small room, kept quiet and that had already been investigated. Though it was closer to a terminal station than anything else, Varik found it good enough.

He moved into the middle of the room and sat down cross-legged, his eyes closing as he simply focused and listened. He tried to concentrate his efforts on the actions of those around him, simply watching and studying, trying to learn the mind from such a thing. He paused as he saw something he didn't expect. One of his stormtroopers, something he was doing...messing around with his helmet. The air filtration systems, maybe? He couldn't tell exactly what part, perhaps it needed maintenance. That however, wasn't what interested him. He could see what looked like some kind of...fault, or crack in the action that the trooper was doing. What was that?...If he were to adjust it more to the right, it could...it could...the crack faded away, and he lost focus. His eyes opened. What was it he just saw? Varik slowly stood up again.

He realized that he shouldn't be wasting time. Varik hurried out, moving to the shuttle that would take him and his men off Rothana to accompany the fleet to this object, whatever it may be. Though he acted like it was just to be properly prepared, he wanted something else to think about. Whatever had happened back there, he didn't understand it, and he didn't need distractions.

[member="Gromm Cardan"] | [member="DT-2417"] | [member="Jotham Noktis"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond C’artyom took a seat at the middle of the table as the rest of the Imperials arrived. Vice Admiral Gromm spoke of an object that had destroyed an entire Imperial fleet single handedly and this peaked Desmond’s curiosity. If the Empire could capture such a ship they would be nigh unstoppable. Not that the Imperial war machine wasn't already powerful, but such a ship would make a fine addition to their corps. Desmond spoke up before the others could leave the briefing room.

“Vice admiral, sir,” Desmond said as he fingered his collar a little. Speaking out of turn like this could easily cost him, but he was certain his gambit would work. “If this ship is capable of destroying entire fleets, perhaps it would be better to send in a lone infiltration ship...“ Desmond paused as he eyed all those around him then nodded in self assurance. “In fact, those present would make the perfect team for penetrating and if successful capturing the vessel. The cost in Imperial lives would also greatly be reduced,” Desmond finished and hoped the admiral would hear him out.

The Chiss already had the perfect craft in mind, the team was already here, now he just needed the go ahead. Desmond withdrew the flask from his coat pocket and took another swig from the metallic cup. The burning liquid soothed his nerves a little, and Desmond smirked as he put the flask back within his coat pocket.

[member="Varik Ice"] / [member="Koda Fett"] / [member="Gromm Cardan"] / [member="Adron Malvern"] / [member="DT-2417"] / [member="Jotham Noktis"]

 

[Adron Malvern]

The report that the Commander gave was rather unsettling. Perhaps the last thing the Galactic Empire needed was a threat to the Imperial Navy, the jewel of their military.

Glancing over to the Chiss officer, Adron's brow was perked a bit at the man's words. "While I agree putting the entire fleet at risk would be foolish, we have yet to even ascertain any information on the vessel. If we do mobilize in a tactical infiltration group we should at least keep the fleet in stand by patterns."

His eyes turned to the Fleet Commander, running a hand over his chin as he spoke. "Whatever is done, we should do it soon."
[member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Gromm Cardan"]

 

[Jada Raxis]

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[Labkahip Mordulla]

Lab quickly ran through the halls of the newly acquired command centre, bumping into several trooper and officers along the way, earning "hay’s and ouches" along the way, as well as a few not so nice comments as well. "Sorry, sorry, I'm really late for an important meeting", she had been on world for only half an hour and yet something had gone terribly wrong, warranting a meeting and for some reason her presence as well. Lab was not quite sure why she needed to attend such a meeting between the admirals, inquisitor and other officers, even if she was the only medical officer of important and weapons expert, unless that's what they wanted.

Lad had yet to be brief on what events had transpired, though from what she knew one of the patrol fleet or what not had lost communication with HQ or gone missing around a nebula consolation some time ago. She doubted that it was some sort of sudden infection or biological weapon, the only logical conclusion she could come up with was that the fleet engaged some on. or something. Out here it was not uncommon to come across the 'Deep Ones' or large pirate fleets.

The blast door to the conference room open, the Rutian Twi'lek panting and puffing, "Sorry, *puff* that I am late *pant* was preoccupied *wheeze*", 'If I didn't know any better I would think I am going into cardiac arrest'.

[member="Adron Malvern"] l [member="Desmond C'artyom"] l [member="Varik Ice"] l [member="Gromm Cardan"]

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Rothana
851 ABY
DT-2417
Call-sign Pestilence Actual
Post Two
Objective: Return to the fleet

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The populace had concerns, rightly so.

The black-clad troopers of Pestilence had made their rounds of the city blocks, squads of six making sure their dominating presence known, a force to be reckoned with should any citizen have second thoughts about the Empire that had once ruled over the factory planet coming back to sit upon the rightful throne once again. A few glances here, a son being pulled back inside by his mother there; naturally it would take time for the locals to get used to the frequent patrols of Stormtroopers or the more rare Death Troopers. This was a new generation, some could consider it a fresh start yet the influences of the Superpowers of old still remained in some places. Many of the factories, having been renovated with new and updated machinery, the exterior still held some recognition to those that built the titans of industry, the ones that had supplied the Galactic Empire of old with the tools and resources to safeguard the Galaxy. That servitude would begin again, with time the new generation of factory personnel would learn to serve the new Empire like their forefathers had served the old.

The only difference was the tighter squeeze the Empire had when it came to discipline in recent times. Disobedience was unacceptable and rebellion? Even the slightest whiff on the wind warranted a harsh crackdown. Whilst it was still the early days of occupation, Pestilence would get reassigned soon enough and the garrison would move in, securing order whilst the Death Troopers moved onto their next assignment. That was simply how things were, an aggressive way to allow the populace to ease into the ways of living under the Empire. If they could simply keep things simmered down over the next few weeks until the garrison force arrived, their lives would be easy and they could go on in relative peace, unless they spoke ill of the Empire, that was.

DT-2417 had been sat in the governing hall for a majority of the day, taking it up as a sort of command post for the next few weeks for the sake of inconvenience due to its location. It was cozy, though appearance and decoration wasn't the thing on the Death Trooper Captain's mind. A map of the city was laid out upon the table, various patrol routes and areas of interest marked out in the event of uprisings or unruly citizens. DT-2417 had been wary and cunning, not only picking spots where he knew that things were certain to arise but in the stroke of prevention had marked down numerous possible spots of interests, routes that runners could possibly take, buildings with equipment that could be used as weapons or anything that just seemed as if it could possibly cause a problem. With everything set up, the few weeks of patrols and unrest wouldn't be a problem to handle.

That was, until the call came from Command; Pestilence was needed back up with the 52nd Fleet, a situation had arisen.

It didn't take Pestilence long to transfer a temporary garrison after negotiation with some officers before boarding their shuttle at the spaceport, moving at a double timed pace yet as orderly and calm as they typically presented themselves. It was a fast trip, back into orbit aboard their shuttle and taking off to link up with the 52nd, dock and figure out what the situation was and where Pestilence was needed.

So much for a quiet sit down.

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

Rothana had throughout history been undecidedly Imperial. Producing machines of war for the great military factions of the galaxy ever since the Great Galactic Republic of the ancient tales, in more recent eras it had been a world of production for the Confederacy, and through extensions had been the secret building place of the First Order’s first fleets thanks to the family of Sonn who had held the shipyards and factories at the time of their rise. It also produced one of the more precious assets of the current Imperial system. It had produced the eldest daughter of the Sonn family.

“So this is where they breed heartless sociopaths eh?” Beric couldn’t help but make the comment as an open statement within earshot of his newly revealed Rothanian Commander. In his hands he held a data frame that was actively displaying the portrait of a seasoned officer of what appeared to be the One Sith and a young, equally stern girl in academy clothing. “I gotta admit I had thought the void just spat you out to reign chaos upon the galaxy.”

“No.” Kayrce was avoiding the walls, lined with moments of history that matched the illustrious career of the man who held them. “The void spat me out to make order in this damn chaotic galaxy. This house did nothing for the youth who grew up within it.” She was given a stern glare towards the door on the far side of the chamber, a door that when it opened would reveal the one person she had managed to avoid her entire life.

She just had to stick to plan, stick to the mission and assure that the Empire gained what was rightfully theirs to gain.