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Faction The Ruisto Expedition


Backstory:
Over 900 years ago Ruisto was a thriving Mon Calamari colony world complete with small ship yards in orbit. Now its’ a lifeless rock, having been bombarded to extinction during the Galactic Civil War. The mission is simple set the conditions for a full conquest of the world.


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Objective I: Secure the System:
  • Establish sensor pickets at the entrances to the system
  • Clear the System of all hostiles
  • Scan for active signal traffic and hunt them down
  • Assess ship yards to see if they are salvageable

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Objective II: Explore the Planet:
  • Find a suitable base location
  • Conduct atmospheric assessment
  • Document ancient ruins
  • Search for any life forms
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Objective III: Establish A Base:
  • Begin establishing a forward operating base on the surface
  • Plan the future settlement of the planet.
 
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Darth Sycophantia, Queen of Hearts
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An Untold Awakening

Objective III ~ Establish a Base​

weapon: draconic scourge
outfit: X™
tag(s): open

Ruisto greeted me beneath a sky the color of drowned steel, its oceans whispering against the bones of a colony that had long since fallen from prominence.

Once, Mon Calamari engineers and dreamers had raised shining towers here, but now only weather-worn structures and skeletal docks remained, their empty corridors echoing with the ghosts of forgotten ambitions.

As my shuttle descended through curtains of cold mist, I felt the planet studying me in return, as though some vast and slumbering intelligence lurked beneath its black waters.

Beside me stood Mer Hops'in, esteemed member of both the Web of Shadows and the Council of Shadows, his gaze fixed upon the landscape with the calculating patience of a predator.

Together we had come to determine where the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant would plant its banner, and before us lay three possible sites.

The first rested upon a cliff overlooking the northern sea lanes, granting commanding visibility and formidable natural defenses, though violent storms clawed at the coast with enough fury to threaten construction.

The second occupied the ruins of an abandoned colonial district, where existing infrastructure would hasten development, yet its proximity to ancient tunnels and forgotten foundations invited uncertainties that neither survey teams nor scanners could fully explain.

The third lay deep within a mountainous basin, hidden from orbital observation and easily fortified, though its isolation would complicate supply routes and leave its defenders dependent upon a narrow network of passes.

I walked the desolate ground in silence, my boots crunching across stone bleached by centuries of salt and neglect. The Force drifted through the air like cold incense, carrying faint impressions of loss, abandonment, and something older still; something that had watched the rise and decline of Ruisto with patient indifference.

Mer Hops'in spoke little, yet I could sense the gears of strategy turning within his mind as we weighed each location against the needs of the Imperial Remnant. The cliff promised strength but demanded endurance; the colonial ruins offered convenience but concealed shadows beneath shadows; the mountain basin granted secrecy but threatened isolation.

Above us, the heavens darkened as distant thunder rolled across the sea, sounding less like a storm and more like the heartbeat of some colossal entity slumbering beneath the world.

I folded my hands within my sleeves and stared across the dying colony. Wherever the base was raised, it would become more than stone, steel, and soldiers. It would become a monument to Mahporeem ambition, a fortress erected upon the grave of a forgotten age, and Ruisto itself seemed to wait in dreadful anticipation for our decision.


 
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CAPTAIN CHARLES
Ruisto | First Scouting Squadron | Arrival




First Scouting Squadron arrived on schedule as planned. High Command had given considerable freedom on how the mission could be accomplished. This was great for Charles who preferred operational flexibility. Upon arrival he detached four Mini Taskforces each consisting of one Vengeance Class Cruiser and two Bullet Class Frigates to drop Sensor Buoys and form a picket line at the entrances to the system. Luckily there were only two to guard as the third at their rear was already secured by Mahporeem. The rest of the squadron stayed with the Stryker II in orbit above the planet as the MIN Strangler (the Squadron's Interdictor Class Cruiser) activated its gravity well projectors. Its purpose was twofold, providing friendly ships a better hyperspace exit point and forcing potential hostile ships to drop right in front of the Stryker II's main battery where they would be eviscerated by concentrated fire. The Runner Class Fast Transports were on standby ready to ferry supplies to the planet's surface as soon as the ground forces found a suitable location.

They were in high orbit. A necessary precaution due to the orbiting debris from the destroyed shipyards. He would let the follow up forces handle that clean up job. Ruisto was below. It was mostly a terrestrial world with a few small scattered oceans here and there. It honestly reminded him of Castillon, just much duller. He wondered how Jager, Edward and Hannah were doing. He quickly shelved that thought. The mission came first.

"Ferrin, open a channel to R'ayne Asara R'ayne Asara 's team. Ask if she has detected any life forms yet."

"Aye sir," replied his Comms Officer, opening up the channel.

They waited. The hum of the ship and quiet chatter of his crew around him. So far so good, thought Charles, as the operation continued.

 
Location: Above Ruisto
Objective I: Secure the System
Tags: Captain Charles Captain Charles
Fleet Composition

NZ Hammer II/DIA-Class Heavy Star Carrier
x2 Zenith-Class Cruisers
x5 Mar'Zor-Class Frigates
x4 Khopesh-Class Troop Carriers


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Suddenly, the bouys above Ruisto lit up, a single massive ship! No, an entire fleet coming from behind a moon! It was a total of 12 ships, all without Imperial markings all engaging sub-light travel in the sector. They carried banners of an old faction, The Diarchy. It had been some time since anyone had heard from their remnants. Most had scattered to the corners of their territory, to see them this far into the outer rim was unheard of!

Rasha had been traveling the stars for months now, chasing down remnants of The Diarchy's navy, collecting them to her cause. Her travels had brought her too close to Mahporeem, now she was running afoul of an entire Imperial Remnant. Her ships were sufficient for a fight, but her crews less so. They tired of conflict, and a battle with the Mahporeemians would tax them further. If possible, she may try to converse with their commanders, perhaps establish a point of contact.

"This is Admiral Rasha Popova of The Loyal Diarchy Navy! We have no quarrel with the Imperial fleet, our aim is to move through the system and establish an enclave near Ruisto! Have your commander contact me on this frequency."

The message was sent out on an open band to The First Scouting Squadron of the Imperial Fleet. Whether they heeded her words or not, she was not going to budge, they had every claim to this area that the Imperials did! Their mission was to keep the flame of their fleet burning, though an idea did float around in her head. Perhaps they could continue the history of The Diarchy in other ways...

The Diarchs had vanished, and to her knowledge she was the last commander still loyal to them. If an Empire was to die, then let it sow the seeds for something new. She could establish a New Empire starting on Ruisto, the Mahporeemians were an adequate vehicle for her ambitions.
 
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CAPTAIN CHARLES
Ruisto | First Scouting Squadron | Contact



TAGS: Rasha Popova Rasha Popova

Charles was mildly surprised when Ferrin (his Comms Officer) forwarded him the message from the approaching fleet.

"Message from the incoming fleet sir." he said, as he activated the recording.


"This is Admiral Rasha Popova of The Loyal Diarchy Navy! We have no quarrel with the Imperial fleet, our aim is to move through the system and establish an enclave near Ruisto! Have your commander contact me on this frequency."

"Open up a channel." said Charles. "I would like to speak to this Admiral myself."

"Aye sir." replied Ferrin, opening up a channel and stepping back, passing the channel to Charles.


"Good day Admiral. This is Captain Charles, Commander of the First Scouting Squadron of the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant. We have no quarrel with the Diarchy either. Would you like to come aboard my ship to discuss terms. I believe we can accomplish more by cooperating rather than fighting."

He waited. There was nothing to lose by talking. His picket line had already confirmed the fleet's composition and they were stuck in the Strangler's gravity well. If talks didn't work he was fairly confident he could defeat them in battle.

He hoped they didn't have to fight though.
 
Location: Hangar Decks, Mahporeem Remnant Command Ship Stryker II
Tag: Captain Charles Captain Charles Ronhar Tane Ronhar Tane R'ayne Asara R'ayne Asara Rasha Popova Rasha Popova

The air inside the staging hangar of the Stryker II was thick with the scent of weapon grease and hyperdrive exhaust. Across the staging areas, the troopers of the 12th Combat Recovery & Extraction Detachment's Rampart Platoon moved with automated, military efficiency as they awaited the Operation Orders. As the combat teams cleaned and meticulously checked their weapons and packed ammunition and supplies, the rescue medics were securing pressurized fluid lines to the reinforced frames of their specialized, heavy-duty medical backpacks and verifying that the shock trauma rescue equipment was in good order. Nearby, the heavy security elements of Ironclad Squad calibrated the magnetic locks on their repeating heavy blasters and grenade launchers, and tested their deployable energy shields, while the scouts of Specter Squad prepped their long-range scanners. Every set of Valkyrie-class armor bore the unit's uniform: hard, scuffed battleship-gray duraplast accented with bright tactical field-green stripes and deep maroon unit heraldry.

First Lieutenant Orrin Darge stood near the deployment rack of one of Rampart Platoon's dedicated Vureykri dropships. Overseeing his trooper's preparations, he stood unhelmeted, checking and re-checking the slide mechanism of his E-11S carbine with quiet, measured confidence as his armorweave cape billowed over his shoulder. The calm broke instantly as his wrist comms unit flared with a high-priority, red-coded alert.

"Now hear this. Now hear this. All platoon leaders, flash-override priority. Valkyrie Lead, report to Command Briefing immediately for updated operational directive."

Orrin snapped his carbine's power cell into place, sliding it smoothly into his thigh holster. He didn't waste time. Turning to his senior Master Sergeant Hamish Horvath, his voice was flat and commanding. "Top, get the boys moving to the gunship bay and start loading the birds. Make sure Specter grabs their long-range sweep arrays. Our tasking just changed. Updated OPORD is inbound. Meet me in the briefing room in 5 mikes."

Reporting immediately to the primary briefing room, a vast holographic layout of the dead world Ruisto rotated in a wash of blue light. Captain Charles stood at the head of the map. The tactical focus had shifted heavily inward, integrating the latest surface reconnaissance data relayed back by Lady R'ayne Asara and Mer Hops'in.

"Lieutenant Darge reporting as ordered, sir!" bellowed Orinn. Upon being cleared to enter the briefing room, Darge and MSgt Horvath stood at parade rest before his superior officer and listened attentively, with Orrin marking specific orders and coordinates in his datapad. His attention was turned to the holomap at the center of the room, upon which were displayed three distinct geographical markers along the planet's scarred surface. Orinn was brought up to speed on the initial assessment data provided by Lady Asara's scouting element which had identified three potential sites for the deployment of the Remnant's first Forward Operating Base, and he and his men were tasked with conducting surface reconnaissance and tactical site assessment before the heavy construction assets could drop.

The holomap highlighted the coordinates in sequence. The first site was a high cliffside overlooking the northern sea lanes. It offered strong defilade defenses, but the accompanying meteorological scan data indicated that violent storms struck frequently in the sector. The second area was amidst the ruins of an old colonial district. Its existing infrastructure appeared intact, but the ground-penetrating sonar analysis showed the presence of a sprawling underground tunnel system that was flagged with numerous anomaly markers. The last of Lady Asara's scouted locations was a deep mountain basin, completely isolated and invisible to orbital tracking, but accessible only through narrow passes.

Orrin studied the three configurations, analyzing and briefly discussing the physical constraints of each point with his senior NCO before delivering his assesment to his Commander. "Sir, If we deploy the heavy vanguard into the colonial ruins, we predict those unmapped tunnels would represent a severe perimeter threat. Additionally, the coastal storms in Sector Bravo threaten to swamp our incursion ships unless we incur an unacceptable pre-invasion time delay. It is my assessment that Site Charlie, the mountain basin is the most logical and tactically advantageous staging ground for the erection of the FOB. Key consideration must be given to those narrow passes. They will need to be reconnoitered in force by special forces teams before we route supply lines through them. My Valkyries are just the men for the job."

His chest swelled proudly upon delivering his report to the Captain. "With your permission, sir, Rampart Platoon will deploy immediately and begin ground reconnaissance of the mountain basin. Once we clear those passes and map the terrain establishing secure vectors, we will make contact to signal the all-clear to drop in the Engineering Corps. Until then, we will consider the grid as potentially hostile."

Orrin and Horvath both snapped back to attention and offered a sharp, disciplined salute. "By your leave, Sir!"
 

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