The Subversion of Bakura (Corporate Protectorate)

[Nova Storyteller]

The pieces had all fallen in line. A shadowy alliance of power had been brokered in the depths of the CPV Prowess, an old Xo'Xaan Star Destroyer.​

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Key players had converged and set their agenda in motion. There was a flash and then another, and then several more as a small Armada emerged from Hyperspace, in perfect defensive formation. They were angled towards Bakura.​

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Naturally planetary defense forces aligned their picket patrol vessels against them, but they lacked any real firepower or larger ships.​

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Looking down the barrels of several guns, the leadership below agreed to an meeting aboard the CPV Prowess, with the newly minted Leadership of the Corporate Protectorate.​

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As Consul to be Ari Zannareth and her advisors pitched a treaty with the world, the fleet began a mock naval battle to display their power to the world, hoping to sway their opinion.​

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There was notably one or two officials whom remained behind, un willing to come to the table. Shadowy forces were dispatched, to either "Convince" or remove them from play.....​

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OOC: Meant to be a story as well as a mock Dominion to test how we can do. Come together and lets write a great story!​

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Story Hooks​

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The Government of Bakura is hesitant to ally with a new power, having been host to several Garrisons of Former First Order Soldiers. Convince them it is in their best interests. Remove those that do not agree from power, but Quiet like.....​

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Praetor Security Corp has developed their Naval tactics. Engage in a mock battle in orbit as a display of power to the Bakuran people. Prove we can keep them safe!​

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BYOO: Hop in and interact any way you like. Open for visitors.​

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[member="Custani Valcho"] [member="Darth Necrin"] [member="Cypher Rage"] [member="Darth Animus"] [member="Nexus Krae"] [member="Savik Fel"]​

 

[Cypher Rage]

" CPV Prowess", Main Bridge

" Eliminate them." he said as the first officer asked him what to do about the forces in the air. " I'll make this brief. Our forces are to destroy theirs in order to annex the planet without starting another civil war here. Is that enough information you all need. Look,I'll pay you double if you continue to press this planet. The sooner we finish this l, the sooner I can get to a comfortable office on the planet. Let's go! Deploy all forces." he said. " Lieutenant, go to the meeting to the meeting room and get me a glass of whiskey. No

[member="Savik Fel"]
[member="Custani Valcho"]
[member="Ari Zanareth"]

 

[Werewolf Command]

Name: Uriah Jorn
Age: 46
Homeworld: Dosuun
Rank: Major
Occupation: Retired First Order Army Officer, Civil Engineer
Location: Salis D'aar, The Sanctum
Objective: Rally the true and loyal
Werewolf Cell: 4th Bakuran Engineer Squadron
Allies: @BE-184 | [member="Arador Terrix"] | [member="Pravina Venkatappa"]

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For the first time in days the Sanctum had returned to full activity. A flurry of personnel now rushed in and out of the underground structure. It was haphazardly built in the ruins of one of the Salis D'aar's metro stations. It has been their headquarters in the aftermath of the withdrawal, and during the campaigns of resistance which had come with it. In the months following, with the establishment of a provincial government, the Werewolves had died down. Many refused to harm their fellow Bakurans, and the militia of guerillas had grown to encompass most of the fledgling defence force within the city limits. Its forces now patrolling the streets.

But upon the arrival of the First Order delegation, one sent by Grand Admiral Rausgeber himself, things had picked up. The brigadier in charge of the Werewolves, Colonel Greaves had helped organise the delegation, which had supplied food and medicine. The Sanctum, for better or worse now had been empty as the troopers, along with Retribution Corps scoured the hovels and ruins of the capitol, engaging the citizenry. All the while, Terrix and a delegation now lobbied the local regime to continue recognising the First Order's claim to the system.

But that had changed. Reports from the bombed out ruins of the local of the First Imperial Navy Headquarters. Oncoming vessels. A state of alarm now fell upon the planet as this was relayed across the planet. Leaning across a holoprojection table carefully looted from a Stormtrooper Corps barracks Major Uriah Jorn of the 4th Werewolf Engineers watched the sensor data slowly begin to feed through from the derelict sensors within orbit. One ship, then two, then three all began to peer through. His expression tightened. These weren’t Ssi-Ruuk Imperium Vessels. But neither were they First Order. No. Something was a foot. The major turned his attentions to his superior. Colonel Graves' gaunt figure was silhoutted by the blue of glow of the table. Jorn spoke up. "Orders sir?"

The Colonel paused, "I suspect these one aren't particularly amenable to us." He mused, turning his head slowly toward the major, and then to his other officers, "I want all units on alert." He commanded, "Prepare for protocol three, another landing." The colonel added. "I want Terrix alerted, and the ruling council secure until we managed to realise what the hell they are and what they want."

 

[Ari Zanareth]

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Story Hook 1​

Politics​

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[member="Werewolf Command"]​

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Life in the black had been a great time for the woman. She'd managed to read several anthologies of political treatise, as well as the great works of pre-gulag plague philosophers. She'd practiced her saber-work in conjunction with her statecraft, and now they found themselves on the eve of something greater. She observed silent as Admiral Rage directed their forces to destroy the picket patrol.

She grimaced and stepped forwards.

"Belay that. That was not part of the Plan Admiral. We are here to convince them to join us, not bludgeon them over the head with a huge stick."

She glanced to the XO and nodded.

"Split our forces, and set all weapons to training mode. Give them a mock Naval battle. Admiral Rage, it's you v.s. yourself. Good luck."

She was gone then, like a puff of smoke melting into the night.

Several moments later the door of the lush meeting room slid back, revealing the Planetary delegation. They were taller than most, a few humans and Bith in the mix. She nodded, putting on a smile that went smart with her OD Green jumpsuit. Part of statecraft was looking like a real person. They had no need to now of her true identity as a Sith Acolyte.

She had her Light-saber hidden.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard the Protectorate Ship, the Prowess."

They were impatient, she could sense that much. Her eyes roved over each and everyone, sucking in the details. As she made eye contact she was probing their mental defenses, just barely grazing their minds to glean valuable details that would help her case.

"What's all this about uh?"

"You can Call me Ambassador Zannareth. I simply represent a collective with interests."

"Well Ambassador, why are we being blockaded?"

She smiled, folding both hands behind her back at the head of the table.

"You are under no threat of Siege I assure you that. We are merely here to discuss options of a treaty."

 

[Nova Storyteller]

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Lt. Commander Ashari Danlin​

Free Peoples Union​

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The Free Peoples Union was the ruling party on Bakura and had been for some time. While most of her Soldiers and agents were miltia and highly trained mercenaries, they were still a well oiled machine. Lt. Commander Ashari knew this day would come. the day they;d be forced to take sides in their struggle. Would they throw their support behind the First Order, and go with the evil they knew?

Or would they try this new one.

She was none to keen to find out. Either way she wanted Bakura out of the eye of the galaxy and left alone from galactic politics and empires. That was the end goal for them. Be free.

"Commander we are receiving multiple reports of First Order Mobilizing as well as the incoming fleet powering up weapons."

She nodded, staring into the TAC Map.

She was still trying to read the situation. First Order seemed the legitimate choice to back, but it was a clever feint on their part. If they could keep the Governor and his aides out of both sides hands, they'd have an upper hand. Leverage.

"Activate our contingency plan."

"Aye Ma'am."

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[Custani Valcho]

" Introductions are a waste of our precious time. Our fleet will not lay sige to your planet. We ask you to join us. The last time someone asked you to join us you accepted and they backsided you. Well isn't that what happened. The Imperial Goverment mistreated you. Heres the thing. We will not." Custani said to the delagates. He tried to be brief. " You are on the brink of Civil War. Members of your factions beginng to disappear. Who do you think did it? Each other? Or maybe the First Order. It was of course them. Exile them from your space. Destroy thier base. Cut off funding. And bring them before... The Leadership. It is only the logical choice. I have dealt with them before. They lie. They pose a threat to your planets stability. The Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium already has plans to attack this world. They cannot protect you. The do not want to. However, we do." he said. The delegates began to mummur to each other. He knew that they were intreaged. However, he could'nt read thier thoughts. Something was terribly wrong.

 

[Arador Terrix]

Name: Arador Terrix
Age: 62
Homeworld: Dosuun
Rank: Moff
Occupation: Political official, ambassador
Location: Salis D'aar, Bakuran Senate Comples
Objective: Convince the Bakuran Senate to rejoin the First Order, Protect the Senate in the event of an attack
Allies: [member="BE-183"] [member="Pravina Venkatappa"] [member="Werewolf Command"]

Moff Arador Terrix, meanwhile, was inside the Bakuran Senate Complex, a bunker-like complex within the planet's capital of Salis D'aar that made up the home of the Bakuran Senate. Dressed in his finest, freshly pressed uniform and polished boots, the Moff spoke before the Senate in an attempt to sway them back under the reign of the First Order. Out of the way stood his FOSB security detail, ready to spring into action. Terrix slowly paced the Senate floor, his arms clasped behind his back.

"As a developed world and the economic powerhouse of the Wild Space region, Bakura is respected and protected as an important member of the First Order. Though it is true we may are not as numerous as we once were, we are still more than capable of ensuring your planet's safety and security."

Terrix was glad to be involved in politics once again. He had spent far too long being shut away in his ship following the fall. The military junta now in control of the First Order had informed him that he was deemed "nonessential" personnel, and they had tried to put him in a tent in camp with the other civilian and non-combat members of the First Order. Terrix, of course, refused, and has spent most of his time since the Ssi-Ruuk invasion within the confines of his Tribune-class corvette, speaking with the new leadership to recognize his self-proclaimed position. He had argued that soldiers can win all the wars on whatever battlefields they want, but the real wars are won in the cities, in the people, in the governments. Now, Terrix had been given his first official mission since the collapse.

Before he could continue his speech to the senate, however, his personal commlink was pinged. "One moment, please," Terrix said, before answering the commlink in a hushed voice. "This had better be important to interrupt the negotiations." The voice on the other end of the comm informed him of the current situation, of the new arrivals to the planet, and his orders to secure the senate. "Very well," he said before ending the comm-call and turning back to the senate. "It seems as though we will have the chance to prove ourselves. Multiple foreign vessels have arrived above the planet, and we believe they intend to invade Bakura. My men here will see to your safety, as long as you listen to what we tell you."

Terrix, though not much of a combatant himself, nonetheless unholstered his SE-44F pistol as one of his FOSB security detail approached him. "Sir, this room is not very defensible. We should move the Senate to a location deeper within the bunker." Terrix nodded, "Understood, Agent. Coordinate with the Bakuran Honor Guard to get these senators to safety." Turning back to the Senate, Terrix motioned with his empty hand. "Ladies and gentlemen of the Senate, my men and I will be escorting you to safety in a more secure section of the bunker. Follow us, if you would be so kind." The SB detail unholstered their own weapons, prepared to escort the Senate. Terrix pulled out his commlink once more, opening up a connection to the stormtrooper in command of Retribution Corps units on this operation.

"BE-183 this is Moff Terrix, requesting Retribution Corps assistance at the Bakuran Senate Complex. We must protect the Senate and as many civilians as possible. Two of my men will rendezvous with yours at the entrance to the bunker complex and we can go from there."

 

[Ari Zanareth]

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Story Hook 1​

Politics​

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[member="Arador Terrix"] [member="Custani Valcho"] [member="Werewolf Command"]​

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Negotiations were going decent. As the mock naval battle began she cast her eyes to the grizzled man most seemed to regard as the leader. She smiled and poured them each a glass of whiskey, whether they took it or not. An offering was simply protocol. Satisfied she now had their full attention she withdrew a chair and then sat.

"Esteemed Leaders of Bakura, we realize the First Order still has a grip on this world, and we are aware of the rebel faction the Free Peoples Union that is also vying for control. I represent a third option. The Corporate Protectorate."

She pauded to swill her glass and observe their reactions. So far nothing of note.

"We have the backing of the Galactic Bank, and a sizeable Private Military Corporation on our side. Our vessels are highly advanced but few. What we can offer is protection and a huge investment in the infrastructure of Bakura. Mainly it would be an economic development. We'll provide protection, wealth and shiny new space ports and baubles. You provide us with a base to establish ourselves, and you'll be considered the crown jewel of the Protectorate."

One of them shifted, enticed by money.

Good. We're reeling them in.​

"And what would be the payment to this....Protectorate?"

"We would require land rights, rights to your Naval Infrastructure as well as a small tax on manpower an wealth. We'll need to bolster our forces to expand. Naturally we can offer the best training and a hefty pay package to any Bkurans that sign up."

She paused again, reading their minds a bit this time. There was....concern.

"We're talking about elevating Bakura to be a Major System on the Galactic Front, as well as providing increased trade and production. It's a win win gentlemen. We get what we need, and you get richer. Your people get richer. You get protection."

 

[BE-183]

Post: 1
Location: Bakuran Senate Complex
Objective: Protect the rightful ruling government
Allies: [member=Arador Terrix], [member=Werewolf Command]
Enemy: PMC invasion force​

Brass had seen fit to authorise another use of the new GF-22. It was apparently more symbolic than pragmatic in this case, a show of strength rising from the ashes. It was an inexpensive operation anyway, being so close to their current headquarters. The briefing was simple; patch up relations with Bakuran administration. The First Order had hemorrhaged, stabilised, and now they were healing. They gave as good as they got, which was why the Ssi-ruuk weren't now swarming this planet once again. That alone ought to have improved their standing, not to mention the planet's economy thriving under their regime. It should be an easy one, the Sergeant suspected.

Not that she particularly enjoyed the assignment. It was another babysitting gig, make sure this cake eater didn't screw up and get himself in trouble. It wasn't rare to see these sorts come along eager to fill the power vacuum, but Moffs were a thing of the past. There was no legitimacy to the title, so the man was seen as a self-involved joke. Bland Moff, they called him behind his back. Still, he was a diplomatic type and thus a resource to the military remnant. It was an ongoing effort to hold together their tenuous few connections in the wake of the empire's collapse.

"This is Sergeant 183, 1st Valiant Squad is leaving firewatch and inbound. ETA three mikes, sit tight." The honour guard was fairly used to the sight of the Stormtrooper corps, but they weren't too pleased to take orders from them. So she asked them to lead the way, making it clear she was there to help. They weren't seeking to depose the provincial government like some other factions on the planet, only to continue working with Bakura as they always had. The group was led to the two FOSB agents waiting at the bunker checkpoint.

It must've been quite a sight, the walking tank throwing the doors open with a massive rotary cannon clipped to its abdomen, white-clad soldiers streaming in behind. The Sergeant raised her heavy gauntlets up in a calm gesture, annunciator projecting her voice. "The Retribution Corps is here to assist. We'll see to it that you're kept safe from these insurgents." After her brief interruption she went to stand behind the 'Moff' with one hand on the grip of her heavy maser, giving them the visual cue that this power was under his authority.

 

[Nova Storyteller]

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Lt. Commander Ashari Danlin​

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Bakuran senate was moving. She could see it one her map. Both hands clapped down on the edge of the holotable and she let out a growl.

"Who the hell is moving Senators around?"

A few minutes went by, before the others in the room spoke. Captain Talor a smaller but wide man with a grizzled salt and pepper mane of hair spoke first.

"Spies say it could be First Order."

"Accelerate our attack plan then. Get them back into our hands."

"Yes Commander."

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Moments later a squad of Commandos, heavily armored in silver and yellow full plate busted through the door of the senate complex. Two of them laid down their repeater blasters on chairs, using them as bi-pods

A squad of guerilla militia, armed with blaster pistols and leather armor came next, aiming their pistols around the room.

"Stand down, this is an illegal interference in the matters of the Bakuran State."

A young Lieutenant gave them a once over and shook his head.

"First Order. Your hold on this world is finished. You're being placed under arrest by the Free Peoples Union."

He glanced to the Senators that had remained behind, whom seemed bewildered.

One of them was a Free Peoples Union Spy. The rest were collaborators. Collaborators he very much wanted to shoot dead, with the holdout blaster in his boot.

"Well then. This is new...." The old Senator said, rubbing his head...

 

[Arador Terrix]

By the time the commandos had entered the complex, the FOSB team had already ushered the senators deeper into the bunker, pausing only momentarily to use one of Terrix's code cylinders to access the armory to gear up in First Order Shadowtrooper armor and grab E-22C blaster rifles.

Terrix kept his pistol in his grasp but did not raise it. "The Free People's Union'?" The Moff let out a haughty laugh at the newcomers, which echoed in the now mostly-empty meeting hall. "You hold no authority here, or anywhere else on this world save the hovel you crawled out of. The only illegal interference here is your own. This world still answers to the First Order, and by storming a political complex with lethal intent, no doubt having killed the honor guards outside, you will be branded a terrorist and Sergeant 183 and her men here will be fully within their rights to ventilate you and all of your hooligans."

The Moff began slowly pacing, pistol resting at his side "I don't know how much experience in politics someone like you may have, but storming negotiations with a fully armed assault squad is a faux pas, to say the least. Do you have any idea how this is going to look? Who do you think is going to be the sympathetic one: the politician trying to negotiate in peace, or the terrorist breaking up those negotiations and setting up a firing line on the Senators that couldn't get to safety?".

Terrix's sharp features did not falter in the face of these armed thugs, but his voice was positively dripping with disdain for their arrogance.

 

[Cypher Rage]

" The Senate is being Moved!" He yelled. The Free Peoples Union attempted ro arrest the Moff whom had issued the order to move them. " Paige the Consul's." he orderd. The First Order had control of the Senate. This was about to change
Deploy a bomber group. Target the First Order encampment. And put me on." He spoke The Holo-Transmitter sparked to life. " Citizens pf Bakura, We applaud the First Orders attempt to grip this world under the control of the Fractured First Imperial Goverment. I am aware that Bakura is on the Brink of Civil War. Why are they trying to stop us from preventing that. We would have countiuned to allow you to operate a cell here but that chance has ended. FIRE!" He ordered

 

[Lancer Damar]

You wanted people to die, you did it impersonally.

Otherwise, you could get messy, convoluted, and out of control. But you have someone who you pay to do it, and the problem becomes a job, and the job becomes a task, and the task becomes completed. All you'd need was a simple line of credit and a good routing number.

As such, that's why Lancer Damar was here- because that's where the money was. Tucked into the pocket of his shoulder was one of his personal favorites- a Verpine sniper rifle. The rifle was the assassin's wet dream, but instead of their High School Gym teacher, it was essentially a hyper-lethal rifle with little to no drawbacks. He was here as a augment to the Corporate Protectorate, and more specifically, to provide support and reconnaissance.

They were essentially mopping up members of the First Order who hadn't had the decency to realize that their white-clad fascist dream had died. Lancer moved on from the ideas of flag and pride. Money and the acquisition of it was the only real thing he cared about now. He'd seen a dozen, helped a dozen, other 'First Orders' in his lifetime. Doing this and that, a job here, a job there. He liked to believe they deluded themselves in their aspirations of domination, that they were somehow the good guys, providing peace and security. When in reality, all they were was a drop in the pond.

Truthfully, the only benefit to what he considered as 'Fragile Empires' was the fragmented galaxy that kept men like him in business. With so much going on at any given time, men like Lancer would always be needed, thanks to the assholes in Senate, the assholes guarding the Senate, and the assholes trying to take the Senate. For now, Lancer was with the assholes taking the senate. He rolled the weapon up to his eye, placing his cheek on the stock. From his position outside the capital, he could see partially through the large windows that he could see somewhat into the Bakuran Senate.

Thanks to an extensive intelligence network and information-gathering campaign, Lancer knew exactly where the Senate- the ones he couldn't see, and more than likely the who's who of the First Order- would be moving deeper into the complex. Smart move, after all, they probably had firepower, manpower, and enough supplies to weather the storm.

Problem was, the First Order was in a losing fight here. Bakura was once a hot-button topic for the galaxy. Now, it was a footnote in a lot of people's journals as a bad day. Same way as this. Lancer couldn't see a lot going on the senate floor, and could see nothing, obviously- of the inner complex. He could only see a few Senators here and there, and a couple of Stormtroopers on the floor. Not who he was looking for. He'd actually need to get inside to provide better assistance.

He touched his headset, adjusting the backwards hat that he typically wore, and activated it.

"Commander, this is Happy. I have no visual on targets. Need target data from inside, standing by to copy."

He set his holoprojector down next to him, waiting to receive an update from the Commander and Commandos inside. At least then, he could start formulating a plan. He went by Happy to those who didn't know him, which, frankly, at this point in his working relationship with the Protectorate- was everyone. Lancer Damar rarely existed. Happy, now, he existed just fine. Happy owned a few speedboats, an island, a nice collection of cigars, and enjoyed the company of various hues of women. A to Z(eltron).

He remained statue-esque still, his perched position outside the complex giving him only a partial view as to what was occurring.

[member="Arador Terrix"] l [member="Nova Storyteller"] l [member="BE-183"] l [member="Ari Zanareth"]​

 

[BE-183]

Post: 2
Location: Bakuran Senate Complex
Objective: Protect the rightful ruling government
Allies: [member=Arador Terrix], [member=Werewolf Command]
Enemy: [member="Cypher Rage"], [member="Nova Storyteller"], PMC invasion force​

The ensuing events were... dumbfounding, to say the least. It seemed the insurgents had murdered the Senate's personally hand-picked protection detail and waltzed right through their security checkpoint; there was no other conceivable way these randoms could be let into the heart of the capital. So, that already set them up as international terrorists on Bakura right off the bat; not a great start, to be sure. The Sergeant, remembering her directive stood in front of Terrix as physical protection. She had already walked through one pitched battle in this very armour, and it might've been the stims talking but she expected she may be able do the same again, at least for a short time, even against two E-Webs.

E-Webs which were pointed towards the planetary government, as a matter of fact. "Get them out of here, get them safe," she muttered to Arador over comms, vocabulator externally silencing her voice. "And close it up two doors behind you. Leave a trooper to operate. I think we may have struck a nerve, if you catch my meaning." It wouldn't be the first time she risked her life for her men.

She waited until the 'Moff', all the civilians behind her and her squad would be safely shut behind the bunker's next set of airtight blast doors, until it was her and them alone. She raised her hands up away from her chest in the same calm gesture as before, taking small, non-threatening steps towards the intruders. Her audiovisual feed was set to stream to command. "Hello there. Look, I don't want to fight. Can we find some way to discuss this? Something that works for all sides, without removing the Senate? Despite what you may have heard, the First Order is a lawful government. Our citizens have protections, rights, and economic freedom. We are open to treaties, even alliances. Please, I don't want this to end in hostility." It wasn't false but all stalling of course. She didn't make a habit of negotiating with civvie-killing terrorist scum. At this point, some of the escaped Senate members may have posted on public platforms spreading the narrative, it was indeed their only perspective. They'd had gorram E-Webs pointed at them, after all. The bare-faced truth of it was, forces of the Free Peoples Union and the Corporate Protectorate had been seen publicly breaking into the Bakuran Senate Complex. Could only go downhill from here.

While her hands were up in surrender, Bee blinked at her HUD - never thought that feature would come in handy - to activate her mag-holsters, unleashing three Vee Ex grenades and effectively filling the room with extremely deadly nerve gas. Skin contact, let alone breathing would be fatal. Just to drive home the point, she lunged towards one of the E-Webs, broke it in her grip then crushed the operator's skull, before dropping the grenades, turning tail in the ensuing hostile response and calling open the first set of doors. They'd close behind her and she'd promptly move to rejoin with the Senate guard. "You should all stay away from me, nerve gas," she explained keeping her distance behind the ventilation. "But so will they, don't worry."

 

[Ari Zanareth]

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Story Hook 1​

Politics​

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[member="Arador Terrix"] [member="Custani Valcho"] [member="Werewolf Command"] [member="Lancer Damar"] [member="BE-183"]​

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Meanwhile in space....

The negotiations were concluding. The Senators loyal to their cause had drawn the line, when they signed the dotted line of the treaty. Now with them locked in, the real work was soon to begin. Ari gave them a comforting smile.

"I expect you'll require us to remove the Free Peoples Union along with the First Order then?"

They nodded.​

That was all the confirmation she needed.

They were escorted out, each bearing a steel case containing a copy of the treaty, and fistful of credits as a welcome gift. But they would not be returned just yet to the planet.

Meanwhile Ari moved through the room, pressing a button on the wood paneling. A nearby ornate bookcase swung back, revealing a hidden command center. She entered and took care to close it behind her.

Arrayed before her was a holo map. On the wall various items hung on neat racks, armory style. She snatched a black cape, her Lightsaber, and a data pad from the wall. She also grabbed a re-breather for good measure. It brought her back to the days of being an Antarian Ranger. The pre-mission briefings, the loadouts.

She grinned.

"This is Consul Zannareth to all forces. Execute our plan 1 Aurek. We're removing both parties from the game, but be subtle about it. This is an infiltrate and destroy op, not an all out war."

She noticed a notification from Happy, her agent on the ground and grinned again. She tapped a quick reply on her wrist pad.

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"Eliminate them all. Keep it under wraps."​

Already propaganda dismissing the first Order was being taped and played across the system, with their allied senators speaking on their behalf.

She was stepping into a shuttle, headed for the surface....​

 

[Nova Storyteller]

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Lt. Commander Ashari Danlin​

Free Peoples Union​

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"Ma'am our units have been removed from play. They apparently got gassed or something. Cant tell, only got helm cam footage."

She was about to respond when a broadcast came over the News Net. It bespoke the wonderful benefits of the Corporate Protectorate, and announced that a treaty had just been singed by Bakura's leadership. She wrinkled her nose and rubbed hand through her blonde hair.

"We are losing ground, both politically and otherwise."

"Why don't we just assault the bunker?"

She paused, thinking through the fallout and second and third order effects. Either way their hand was forced. Without the backing of more political pundits they wouldn't be able to maintain their grip on Bakura.

Riots had begun across the surface, moving at breakneck speed. Clashes erupted in the streets between those loyal to the Protectorate Senators, and the First Order Loyalists. Either way the city was beginning to burn, plumes of acrid black smoke billowing upwards. This was a far cry from what she wanted.

"Screw it. Get all our men and equipment consolidated. We're taking the bunker."