The Sun Never Sets... | First Order Dominion of Lothal

[Madelyn Lowe]

-= The Sun Never Sets… | First Order Dominion of Lothal =-​

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“It belongs to human nature to hate those you have injured.”​

-Tacitus​

Wisps of smoke still rise from the crumbled remains of the city where the Order touched down. Chunks of masonry litter the scorched streets. Only dark stains remain where the many fallen have been removed. Not far away, the temple hangs open like a ghastly mouth, two faceless Stormtroopers barring entrance into the yawning abyss inside. A thick dust chokes the air, filling the nose and mouth of the hunched and drawn in civilians that hurry back and forth across the roads and passageways, their gaze averted from the Star Destroyer overhead, a symbol of occupation, of destruction.

Or a symbol of unity and peace. Proud imperial officers stride purposefully surrounded by loyal soldiers, looking on as this savage system, this world that so bitterly resisted their will for so long, the world that now bends at the knee. All measures to halt the advance had been inevitably ground to dust with the inexorable march of the First Order war machine.

Militarily, Lothal belonged unquestionably to the Order. But its people, long embittered by years of conflict, were not. Things had been going well for a while. After a few weeks of occupation it appeared the population was finally become used to the idea of life under the First Order. But in the last few days, beginning with the high-profile kidnapping of a First Order politician, violence had once again broken out across Lothal.

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[OBJ #1] Madelyn Lowe, Governor of Varonat, was kidnapped three days ago during a visit to the Capital City on Lothal. A rebel insurgency has claimed responsibility, and demands the First Order withdraw immediately from Lothal. Our FOSB intel has pinned their location to an apartment block to the city centre. They will have to be eliminated, and the Governor safely extracted.

[OBJ #2] The First Order has been monitoring a rebel frequency for several days, gathering information, taking names. We now have reason to believe that a small cadre of Jedi that fled the temple during the offensive are gathering in secret at a pumphouse below the streets of Capital City. A team will enter the sewers, capture the Jedi alive, and bring them in for questioning.

[OBJ #3] A massive troop carrier has been severely damaged after a suspected rebel attack. The ship collided with another unknown vessel and is currently adrift and descending towards the atmosphere of Lothal. The crew onboard will need to be evacuated before the ship disintegrates on re-entry. To make matters worse, a fire has broken out in the rear of the ship.

[OBJ #4] Bring your own objective!

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In a dim, crumbling corner of the Capital City, in a dismal, dilapidated apartment with a view out to the city centre, a baker’s dozen of dishevelled Rebels patrolled the building’s three small floors. At the top, handcuffed to the leg of a disgusting tub, sat their hostage, her hollow eyes downcast. Her uniform, usually so neat and crisp, was stained in spatters of blood that still ran down a gash in her cheek. Madelyn Lowe, Governor of Varonat, gave out a yelp as the rebel aimed she’d nicknamed ‘Ugly Paul’ aimed a sharp kick into her ribs.

“Imperial dog” he said, his voice harsh, tinged with the feverous anger that had no doubt consumed his mind days ago. A glob of spit landed on her forehead, and ran down the bridge of her nose. Madelyn tried to keep the disgust off her face.

Her lip trembled, and she cast her eyes down. The man’s long vibroknife hung loosely from his belt, goading her, daring her to just try. But she wouldn’t. Patience would see her out of this, as it had every time before. She just had to keep her resolve until the opportunity for escape presented itself. For now, she would grunt softly as she shifted her position, trying to bring relief to aching, muscles, the chafed skin around the shackles and try not to attract unwanted attention while she waited for help to arrive.

Madelyn knew, somewhere out there, they were looking for her. If she knew the First Order, and she did, then when they got here they would make the rebels who did this cry out for their mothers, and make them record statements confessing to “war crimes.” She knew they would pay the price. That was what kept her going, even when they kicked her with steel-capped boots, or beat her with the butts of their rifles for entertainment.

Outside, the sun passed below the horizon, its last glimmering rays filtering through the haze of smoke still dissipating from the attack. It seemed as if Lothal held its breath. Having dared poke the beast, now it waited for the response.

 

[Progflaw99]

“Each man delights in the work that suits him best.”
~ Homer, The Odyssey ​

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Objective 2: The Sewer Entrance​

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*This is what he did best.* Castor's eyes pored over the ground, looking for any minute detail which could see them off again - pursuing those who dared to remain. They had killed many, the broken bodies of Jedi littered the ground, the soil soaked with their blood. Callously, Castor had carried out the work of an executioner, ending those who were wounded yet too weak to leave the field of battle. His weapon of choice, Krigsgaldr, stabbing again and again into the fallen. Few put up a fight, those that did found themselves quickly dispatched at the edge of the wicked blade.

Now however, the mundane had been accomplished, instead they sought the living. Sensor readings were askew, too difficult to get a trace on where precisely the survivors had gone. According to the initial reports however, it seemed the rats had gone underground - literally. At an orifice which would lead to the complex underground sewage system of the capital, Castor stood gazing into the dark void beyond. Others were to join him in their endeavor, seeking to root out the final remnants of the once great Alliance. The Knight had forgone his usual attire, instead donning a more lithe body suit. His sword still rest upon his hip, beside it a lightsaber. Through the visor of his helm, he opened a comm channel to the others.

"Rakghoul One, in position."​

 

[Omari Ngao]

Objective [1]
Sgt. Omari Vyken.

Omari and his cadre of stormtroopers marched in line with dozens of other troopers through the streets of Lothal's city. The Governor [member="Madelyn Lowe"] had been abducted by an unnamed group. Their name didn't matter, he had been told, just that they were already terrorizing and slowing down the transition of the planet into First Order rule. If they had gotten to the Governor, then they had taken out her security team, and those were soldiers just doing their jobs. The armourwoven leatheris tightened over his hand when he clenched his blaster just a little tighter. They never stood a chance against us. And then the platoon was splitting into different side streets. Through his visor he could see other groupings of troopers.

The First Order Security Bureau had pinned the location of the insurgents. Whatever demands they had made, they likely got tracked back to their hideout. Trap or not. They know we're here. They weren't the only team getting into positions around the target zone. Surrounding it was the end goal. No way out. Obnoxiously, it was closer to the centre of the city. Large, towering buildings that assaulted the heavens themselves. Craning his head upwards, he saw someone, or something move behind a window, and he turned to look back at his fireteam, raising his hand as they came to a stop in the street. The apartment block was close, but the front entrance opened up into a sort of square that was shared with other apartment structures.

Information passed down the line to Omari, that is, the chain of command.

"ROCKET!"​

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There was an explosion that rocked the ground, and Omari saw other men clad in white stumble around him. Grabbing one of his men, his HUD identifying them as his Lance Corporal, and helping him up to his feet. "Get me a breaching charge on this wall!" Blaster fire rang out up ahead and around them. Side streets and alleyways would become chokepoints and would be filled with bodies. Even civilians were scattering down all the side streets. There were commands going through his commline, but he ignored them, they had to get out of the streets. And when the charges were placed, they also took several steps back before the wall detonated and Omari charged in, his blaster clutched against him as dust and faint sunlight trickled in behind him.

 

[Chubs]

Objective 1
Allies:[member="Omari Vyken"]

Chubs dove to cover when the rocket impacted. He felt the wave of shock wash over his body. His muscles contracting, and his entire body clenched in fear. The sound, deafened the young trooper. A ringing washed through his ears, and he stood up, staggering around, and reaching for his rifle. Private Hadley turned around, looking for some kind of authority figure to help. Some form of law and order, to guide him in the chaos of this battlefield. His eyes locked on the sergeant, in the distance. Identifiable by the pauldron on his shoulder.

Chubs hap hazardly fired some shots into the building where the rocket had originated from, before pressing toward the sergeant. Blood pumping and adrenaline taking over. The usually meek, and quiet Chubs, was now feeling the pressure and excitement of war get to him. It was intoxicating. The ringing now began to subside, replaced by the shouts, and sounds of total war. "Get me a breaching charge on this wall!" The sergeant barked. Chubs looked around, and spotted a fellow trooper running towards the wall, he followed close behind, and looked around for enemies. Be they snipers, or some other form of enemy.

Once at the wall, Chubs assisted in the deployment, and set up. "Charge ready sir!" Chubs snapped to the sergeant, before backing away. His jaw clenched, as he prepared himself for yet another explosion.

 

[Listib Hibin]

Objective I: Rescue the Governor​

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One Hour Ago...​

There was a distinct shuffling from the side as Listib Hibins started pulling on his new armor, not used to the unusual tightness nor the light weightlessness that was employed to the armor. A Major of the First Order would come up and inspect his armor as he pulled on the gauntlets and got used to their feel as a tactical display started to show up in his visor.


"LH-4241, you are wearing a very expensive armor called FO-X1 which I hope you have read the manual?"

"All parts of it, a lot in the armor."

"Of course, now your loadout is on the table over there...you requisitioned a few items and they been approved though some are...questionable."


Listib gave a small nod as he walked over towards the table nearby as he started to pick up the gear. The first was obvious choice, he needed a stealth carbine and requested the DC-19 "Stealth" Carbine though they had something else in mind. Before him was the FO XR 007 Spector, one of the newer Stealth Carbines created for such operations. It was light in his hands and it handled well though its true test would come up soon. Putting it on his side as it magentically connected, he grabbed the Grav-Chute and attached it onto his back, strapping it in. Slowly the Major walked over and picked up an unusual weapon, holding it up.


"Not regulation weaponry...tri-shot?"

"Yes, Sith Empire tech. Bought it a few weeks ago, works well but uses Micro-Fusion Cells. Called the "Accalamator" for being...well dangerous. I expect to use it during breaching procedures."


Grabbing it carefully, he put it also to the left side of his body as it attached itself to his body, stretching a moment as he grabbed also from the table a Signal Interceptor, connecting the wire to his helmet and turning the dial to make sure it can get transmission broadcasts. Grabbing two Flash Grenades and two Electro Magentic Pulse grenades, he then finished up by grabbing a small scope like gun object and attached to the side of his belt.


"Wallscopes are not cheap...please try to bring that back in one piece."

"It will get used though I will make sure it comes back in one piece...glue or not."


Giving a bit of a smirk under his helmet, he then grabbed the ammunition and put it into the pouches. Six Power Cells and Four Micro Fusion Cells. In addition, he also attached to the sheath on his shoulder a vibrosword...hopefully he would not need it but cases have come up when he required to use it. Finishing up his equipment gear, he would walk out of the armory and towards the landing area as one of his companys assets were on the field. He personally called it up as he went over to the "Shoulderbash", a stealth bombing freighter that is using for an entirely different purpose. Walking up the ramp, he would shut the ramp controls as the ship slowly lifted off with the sirens whining.

Present Time​

The communications were live, reports of unrest were all over the city. This was not a good day to get out of bed though the situation required it as the comns opened up once more as it shut off all other communications.


"LH-4241, ground troops have been pinned down near the apartment complexes. Your assignment is two folded Agent. Your Primary Objective is to find and secure Governor Lowe, extracting her from the location. Any hostiles encountered are to be executed on sight, ground troops are not of priority to assist unless the opportunity presents itself. Your Secondary Objective is to recover all information such as documents and data to pinpoint where the data breach was to cause Governor Lowe to be abducted. Your video feed is to be used for documentation and all data is to be uploaded to your personal datapad. Is this understood?"

"Understood HQ."

"HQ Out."


At that point, the "Shoulderbash" would shake for a moment as the light goes green, the ramp opening up as Listib touched the side of his visor as a tactical display showed up along with directional arrows towards the ground. Walking slowly towards the ramp, he felt the wind rush against the armor as the battle below was very small, almost unseen from this height. Very slowly however, he started to lean forward and then, he started to fall as he breathed slowly and counted. The visor showed how much further he had to go before having to activate the Anti-Grav Chute, to which he took the time to examine the apartment complex. It was very large and more so, impressively big. How they took an entire building near the center of the city was anyones guess. As it registered in a flash of red, Listib activated the Anti-Grav Chute as small repulsors activated and pushed upwards to slow his descent as he watched the roof of the apartment complex start to become rather close till finally, he softly landed onto the rooftop itself and rather quickly, discarded the used chute and pulled out the Spector, putting it into Stealth Mode as blaster fire was loud, already masking some parts of his movement. Going over towards the rooftop access, he grabbed onto the handle and pulled up carefully as it clicked open and checking the corners, started to make his descent into the building.

As he descended into the building, he noticed that the interior has been destroyed from not just time but their inhabitants. Apparently the looks of a used shooting range and people scurrying over old packages of food was common. He was either in a training area or the lounge, either one would make sense but to put it lightly, the worst kind of filthy slugs to encounter. Moving a bit slower, he would check each corner as there was a shout from nearby as Listib looked around to hide and rather quickly, put his foot against the wall and jumped up towards a set of pipes and grabbed onto both of them with his arms and legs, concealed by just height alone as two men entered the room, yelling in some alien language he would not want to bother learning as both were Rodian though turned on his video recorder in his helmet to watch with the audio cue on. One of them opened up towards a nearby room as they pulled out a set of RPS launchers which was a bit unusual, as he kept watching, they made motions towards the back as there was a slight argument before a small explosion rocked the apartment building from something to which he can only assume was heavy ordinance from outside the building. One of the Rodians fell as the launchers spilled onto the floor and went to pick up his friend. Taking the chance, he would slowly let go of the pipe with his hands and hang from his legs, holding up the Spector and taking aim, fired twice as the streaks of blaster bolts were visible but not heard as the two fell rather quickly and the scent to those nearby of burnt flesh could be smelled. Putting the Spector back to his side, he would grab onto the pipe again then let himself down carefully, still recording as he checked the room, showing a small armory as he made sure to look at every piece of equipment in enough detail for later analysis, taking three minutes of his time before shutting off the video portion and audio as he started to descend again down the stairs though to what, he was going to find out.



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[member="Omari Vyken"]
[member="Madelyn Lowe"]

 

[Omari Ngao]

Objective [1]
Sgt. Omari Vyken.

The room was dark as the trio of other troopers behind him flooded in from the alleyway and taking up positions surrounding him. There was a moment of silence as Omari waited for everything to be still, despite the faint sound of heavy blaster fire heard through his helmet from the outside world. "Clear!" A familiar voice said, and Vyken's blaster lowered as he turned to usher others into what looked to be a living room area, although devoid of life, besides the troopers.

Turning back to the group, his hand pointed to a cluster of troopers and then pointed upwards. "Clear the building. Stun bolts only." There was the sound of switches being flipped and once he had eyed them all do it personally, he dismissed them before he looked to the rest of his assigned troupe, and when he spotted one, a certain [member="Chubs"], Omari grabbed his shoulder and pulled him over, "Private. You're with me." And then the rest of the group was waved to follow as he moved to shuttered windows, the armoured fist punching through the simple wooden barricade.

The window had a ground level view of the entire square, dust kicked up where troopers were still moving into cover and shooting wherever there was movement in the surrounding buildings. Across from them, he could see crimson bolts flying through a room before he dropped back behind the wall. "Tell me what you see out there." A body dropped in front of the window, slightly obscuring their sight, but the Sergeant was still running through the images in his head.

[member="Listib Hibin"]

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Praetorian Initiate
Objective II
Callsign: Nekghoul 1
Equipment | FO-07K Multi-purpose Assault Armour with Repulsorlift Technology, Vibrorapier, Training Lightsaber, DE-39 Maser Rifle, Throwing Knives, Binding Wires, Injector Pens filled with Lecepanine
Location | Sewer Entrance, Lothal
Allies | [member="Castor Ren"]
Status | What's with pests and tunnels, anyway?

[SIZE=11pt]This was only the second time she has set foot on a foreign planet. Marriskcal’s steel blue eyes swept across the vista, taking in the shattered remains of buildings and the thick plumes of black smog that polluted its skies. Try as she might, it was hard for the youngling to reconcile the ravaged city with the memories of the images she had seen on the datacard of Lothal back on Skye. In the distance, an explosion resonated through the air, serving as a reminder to her that they were still ongoing conflicts. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It was then that the voice of an unfamiliar brother filtered through the comms, alerting the youngling that the next stage of their operation was about to commence. She tightened her grip on her vibrorapier and stared at the gaping entrance before her. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Nekghoul One, rea– in position.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]If the Rakghoul callsign were to serve as the vanguard of this mission, then the Nekghouls served as the rearguard. Despite the intensive training all disciples and initiates went through, it would be imprudent to have the less experienced members to take lead. Encased in yet another suit of armour, the blonde had silently shadowed her brothers and sisters as they felled the weakened heretics. Though she has only been involved in one operation prior to being assigned to Lothal, Marriskcal has learnt much from her team. Here, she hoped to be able to learn even more, be it by observation or by involvement.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her own vibrorapier had ended a few lives as she advanced behind her brothers and sisters. Despite carrying a slight hesitance at the thought of extinguishing the lives of the dying and defenseless, Marriskcal will not allow her sentiments to hinder her from carrying out her duty.

At least they aren't in pieces.[/SIZE]

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Objective: II
Location: Sewer, Lothal
Allies: [member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"]


"And I thought we needed them alive."

Seto cautiously stepped over several bodies, or rather pieces of bodies, eyes kept his footing sure and steady. The chilling wind came in as a relief to his nose, swiftly allowing him a fresh breath of air before stepping inside one of the sewer entrances. The wind continued to rush, to a howl that even Seto took slight pause as he wondered if he heard screams from within the sewer instead of the wind. With collapsing buildings and rising death counts, the young Du Couteau heir really saw no need for his own presence here to add to the destruction. But of course, certain expectations are set for me, it would be embarrassing for someone with my background to be squeamish for such search and capture missions. Seto crossed his arms over his chest as he quickly entered the sewer, his eyes keeping track of the floor beneath his feet.

The cold floor slowly warmed with blood newly added by his advancing comrades, perhaps a plus for him to be acting as a lurker for the rearguard. All things considered he seriously doubted that either of his lightsabers would ever get ignited, or if he'll ever uncross his arms from his chest for that matter. A few more fresh bodies dropped on the ground, the lifeless look on many of these unfortunate souls only gave Seto more and more doubt. They do know what 'alive' means right? Quickly he stepped over a growing pool of more blood, another poor sod that should have seen the writing on the walls.

His ear kept focused on his earpiece as some information relayed to him about more movements beneath the city where he nearly missed a sound of cough. More of a gurgled cough, but sign of life and Seto quickly approached the obviously dying man clutching uselessly at his abdomen. The blood had already formed a sizable pool, Seto made sure not to get too close, but there was still a small fire in the man's eyes. Commendable.

"Mind telling me where the rest of your friends went?" Seto asked, "-You're running low on blood so I suggest you don't waste time on rebuttals,"

A sneer, almost a glare stared up at Seto, the man coughed out his response, "So you can kill the rest of us? Butcher us?" The light in the dying man's eyes dimmed ever so as Seto stood back up. Not all of them, well hopefully Seto sighed wearily as he responded to himself.

Before Seto even turned around to leave the dying man to his fate, his voice gargled up once "Why?" Seto never looked back to answer, nor responded. More coughs and mumbled words came out but Seto had already walked out of earshot, he needed to keep up with the others heading deeper into the depths. He wore only his dark clothing, his footsteps light and nearly silent as he continued to walk forward with arms crossed over his chest. His lightsabers remained cold and unused, the desire to use them growing fade as the dying man Seto left behind.

"Why indeed,"

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[Dirk Bannahan]

Objective 3
En Route to Crash Site

Injuries, however severe, only got a contributing member of the war-machine brief respite. In Rae’s case, her wounds from the bungled operation on Lothal itself where still dressed and coagulating -her neglect in feeding costing her the most basic advantages of her race. Orders were orders, and since being a member of the illusive order of the Ren didn’t preclude one from service within the military she found herself pressed to push on.

It was impossible to say exactly what the blue cloaked girl with the heavy leaden eyes thought of the mission or the briefing. She was asleep against her seat and strapped in. There were probably other troopers or members of her group floating somewhere nearby. Possibly someone had at least helped with getting her aboard, but it was all a dizzying set of memories swirling about a lonely head. At least now, as the assault shuttle moved to both assist with the containment of possible hostiles aboard the troop carrier, there was some measure of peace.

 

[Chubs]

Objective 1
Allies: [member="Omari Vyken"] | [member="Listib Hibin"]

Chubs entered the building, with a sense of ferocity the usually timid stormtrooper didn't have. Blaster clicked for stun, the redhead eagerly glanced around the corners, after the charges detonation, a wild look in his eye. The hurried steps of stormtroopers pressing forward, filled with courage and determination to find their target, alive. The stormtrooper watched as his colleagues fanned out, to secure the building. Chubs was just about to join them, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He nearly jumped, and shot the source, till he ID'd it as his sergeant. The order to accompany the officer was met, with a sense if pride. "Sir, yessir!" Chubs yelped.

Dutifully, he accompanied the sergeant to a position, taking cover behind the window. He listened to the command, and suddenly, the bravado Chubs had felt, disappeared. He wanted him, to go and perform lookout duty? What if there were snipers? What if there were-

The pessimist within him was shouted down by Chubs' duty to his commander, and his squadmates. The chain of command was set, and it would be followed. Peeking out, across the courtyard, Chubs tentatively glanced over his surroundings. He watched as snipers across the way peeked out, and the rapid fire of blasters. Chubs scowled, before ducking. "Higher concentrations of hostiles in upper floors." He reported, "I didn't get a good look, but it seems they've got some heavy ordinance in there sarge."

 

[Omari Ngao]

Objective [1]
Sgt. Omari Vyken.

Omari watched for the reaction of [member="Chubs"] when he had given the order. The kid, maybe not much younger than Omari himself was scared, rightfully so. Their platoon had wandered into an ambush to save a higher ranking member of the government. It definitely was their duty though, and before the day was out, he'd instill that understanding into the soldier accompanying him.

"Right," he answers. "I'll call it in," he says for a moment to mute the squad's commline. He was getting updates from the troopers upstairs as to what was happening, and what he had paid attention to was the number of hostiles they encountered. And then he unmuted the commline and cleared his throat while he signals to Chubs and the rest of the grouping with him. "We're going to get suppressive fire from the group upstairs and we're going to cross this courtyard!"

Looking to who appeared to be the most junior of all the troopers, his accomplice, Chubs, he reaches out with him and presses his helmet onto the private's.

"Stick to me Private and I'll make sure you live to tell this story!"

And he marched to a short set of staircases that led up to double doors. He looked to the others and showed off his blaster rifle before flipping the stun setting to its lethal cousin. Turning back, he raised an armoured hand with all of his fingers raised, letting them drop slowly, one by one before there were none up and he burst through the front door of the building and charged through the courtyard.

[member="Listib Hibin"]

 

[Ursula Vizla]

Location: Downtown, in the building.
Objective: 1.
Gear (As it goes): Black Fligh suit, Osseus Class ExoSkeleton, Legacy System Beskar’gam (equipped with: Jetpack with two individual thrusters, one wrist rocket launchers, two cortosis gauntlets, two crushgaunts, one wrist mounted retractable vibroblades, and two wrist flamethrowers, one Mandalorian Power Shield, and one KE-1 Shoulder Mounted Slugthrower), AIMX-01 "Buckler" Energy Shield Cybernetic Arm, armorweare black cape with Vizla symbol in the back in red ink, pair of R82 jump boots, Utility Belt (equipped with: Two thermal detonators, one grappling spike launcher, ammo, one comlink, one EX-324 Serum Subjects, two hand granades).
Armory: One custom made Masamune, four Shiva Knifes, one T-7 ion disruptor rifle, two MT 14 Heavy Blaster Pistol.
Allies: Four Harbinger War Droid.

She hated idealists. Be it socialists, militarists, corporate barons, spice kings, Hutt lords, True Mandalorians and others, Ursula now she found herself a new one: those damned fanatics. As a mercenary, or a bounty hunter, she was taught to not get involved by the ideals that the employers followed, thought only to care about the credits. Vizla found herself working for the First Order in rescuing a governor that got herself kidnapped as a hostage by the locals.

Tracking the transmissions to a hotel downtown, slowly she made her way near the place, choosing a rooftop across the street to watch the place she was going to invade. The payment was good, at enough to attract her attention, and when Ursula decided to do a job, she could come in guns blazing but she would see it through. And before she even left the place, the scan in her helmet’s visor started to see other life forms. Making her growl to herself.

“Damn greedy bastards.”, others would definitely want that job as well. It was foolish of her to think otherwise, even so, Ursula activated her jetpack, flywing quickly to one of the broken windows in the building. Apparently, she landed in the middle of the damned place, in a dark empty room with not a single lifeforms to scan nearby. “Droid 1, prepare the sniper rifles. Scam the building and look for a greater concentration of life forms in one of the rooms.”, the Harbinger complied. The mandalorian slowly started moving, just touching on the doorknob and opening the door little enough to see a empty corridor ahead of her.

Before she started walking, Ursula thought that she should have brought the stealth guns to kill those insurgents, that would have made things a lot easier. Unfortunately, Vizla preferred to shoot with a disruptor against others, watch them disintegrate was something like a work of art for her. “Droid 2, activate a jammer. Break the communications of everything inside this building.”, she slowly said to herself before her boots started moving to the stairs, she wasn’t dumb ewok to take the elevators in a building occupied by rebels. Slow and silently, that was her weapon of choice that day, at least, until the shoot began.

 

[Chubs]

Objective 1
Allies: [member="Omari Vyken"] | [member="Ursula Vizla"]

Chubs crouched and faced the sergeant as he consolidated his report, and figured out what the hell they were going to do. Chubs' eyes glanced around his fellow troopers. They seemed harder than he was. Tougher. More stoic, while Chubs visibly quivered at the screams, and explosions which echoed in the courtyard behind them. And then, all the blood drained from his face when he realised he was going to cross the courtyard. "Th-tha-!" Chubs was cut off by the sergeant pressing his helm to his, and held him close. Informing Chubs of his dedication to ensuring the stormtrooper would survive. For Chubs, whose mind often wandered home, it did a little to ease addled nerves.

Chubs stood with the rest of the troopers, right behind the sergeant. His rifle, clenched tightly within his hands. This is what he had been trained for. This is what they had been waiting for, right? To push in some Alliance sympathisers. Kick some teeth in. When sergeant Vyken pressed out, it took Chubs a second to register the movement, before his muscles pushed into action, and he followed Vyken into the no-mans-land of the courtyard. Blaster fire cascaded from the windows above. Chubs could hear the barks of colleagues, before they were brutally cut down, by what must have been some kind of turret emplacement. The trooper thought he was spent, until he heard a cry of "Grenade!" As if by some form of miracle, his body refreshed its reserves of adrenaline, pushing him right to the apartment block lobby, the sergeant sat in.

Chubs leaped in, and then crouched, taking aim at the stairwell. His body heaved, and his breathing, audible beneath the filter of his helm. He was a ragged mess. Exhausted, with eyes fixated solely on what lay ahead, not the comrades left behind in the mad dash.

 

[Omari Ngao]

Objective [1]

The moment he stepped outside, the ground rumbled slightly, but he ignored it. From the barrel of his blaster crimson bolts lanced ahead of him to the openings of windows and the doorway as his long legs carried his charge until he burst through the doorway behind him, a man behind him who he soon found out to not be [member="Chubs"] was struck by an insurgent's blaster and stumbled across the threshold of the doorway as Omari turned to catch the fellow troopers body.

Surprised to be holding the trooper, he realized the stranger was dead, the heaviness of the body, its limpness in his hold... His teeth grinded on each other before he dragged the trooper with him. Pointing to the duo that accompanied him, Omari said, "Cover those stairs!" The body being set beside a pillar before he straightened and slung his rifle back around to his front.

My first soldier lost... The first man in my squad.

At first he had felt stunned, surprised as to how it was even possible. A reckless charge across the courtyard, his fault, but the mission demanded haste before the insurgents took the Governor elsewhere. A mistake he was quick to realize. His own admittance gave rise to an anger he wasn't adapted to. His index finger hovered over the rifle's trigger before he rose up to his feet and re-entered the foyer from a side room. "We'll take the stairs and ascend from the back of the building," swinging his head to look at those left with him, "Shoot to stun. The Governor could be anywhere. Let's move."

 

[Listib Hibin]

Objective I​

The noise would get louder on the second floor and suddenly, as if like a switch, the entire display on his HUD would become slightly scrambled as he had to tune it in and communications were cut off. Something was jamming his signal inside the apartment buildings and with a minor adjustment, he could at least see and keep his tactical HUD working. This floor had many rooms, more than he cared to admit as he started to open up his Wallscope as he started to examine room to room carefully, seeing the inside of it. Most were empty though the first room on the left had some form of repeating blaster as it was firing onto the courtyard below. Two of them and knowing his mission briefing, he needed to at least assist if at all possible thought was recommended not to if it came to the case. However, he knew the more help he could get, the better. Moving towards the door, he held the Spector with his right shoulder holding the brunt of the weight as he opened the door with his left hand. The door gave no creak and rather quickly, he fired twice into the back of the Rebels, watching them fall as repeating blaster fire would end at least from that side. Lifting up the Spector, he would slowly back out of the room as he came face to face with some form of floating droid. It was not hostile...though it saw him and it saw it. Lifting his rifle to aim, a sudden explosion happened to the side as a large exoskeleton armored person burst out of a nearby room and clouded the view between Listib and this droid.

It was a Clone Blazer armor suit...it was rare and to those who remade them, terrifying. This was remade as the jet pack was missing but in all the same, it was scaring the hell out of Listib as ran, firing back at the Clone Blazer Rebel as it reflected Blaster Fire as it opened fire with twin repeaters, lighting up the entire area as it was extremely loud. Each movement gave a large stomp as the floor shook a little on each step. Turning on the flight of stairs going up, he felt a sharp bit of pain on his left leg, the armor taking the brunt but feeling the intense heat from the blaster fire itself. Getting on top of the floor, he dove for something on the ground as the Clone Blazer slowly walked up the staircase and when he turned to go up to the third floor, Listib Hibin was on top with an RPS model as he aimed downward and then fired, the rocket shooting out and then exploding onto the Clone Blazer as he flew back into the wall. There was a loud groan as Listib looked down at him and noticed he was still moving and decided to go overboard. Grabbing the thermal detonator on his back belt, he input the code as he ducked underneath some blaster fire and rolled it down the stairs at the troopers feet as he ran to the back of the building. Within six seconds, the Clone Blazer and that staircase leading to the third floor was destroyed, as well as part of the building as a massive explosion rocked the building and the element of surprise, was basically gone now. Jumping out of the window, he turned and fired the grapple hook as the liquid shot out and solidified onto the building, then swinging straight back into the building on the second floor as he burst through the window, then tumbling as he laid there for a few seconds and let out a very long groan.

"Oh gosh...I am not doing that again."

[member="Omari Vyken"] @Chubs @Ursula Vizla [member="Madelyn Lowe"]

 

[Ursula Vizla]

After hearing the sound of a explosion. Ursula called the droid to ask her what was going on in that place. To which the droid replied.
“A special unit of the First Order is trying to infiltrate the building.”
The mandalorian slowly punched a wall with a closed fist. And stopped to think for a moment about the situation, they were trying to get to the governor, only her was interested in the money, the fascist toy was most likely up for promotions. So, why not do something about it? Slowly removing from her utility belt both detonators.

Setting the timers to go off immediately upon activation, and setting the activation to be through transpassing. Slowly she placed one inside a small hole in the wall. If anyone came up those stairs, that would go off. The other one, she placed a few steps up, so that i didn’t explode due to impact of the first one as well. And so, she set herself on her way, up the stairs, always checking for lifeforms in the floors ahead. If she was lucky, that prize was hers, and she would kill whoever stood in her way for that.
“Commander. I found multiple lifeforms five floors above yours.”

The droid said in her ear, a sound that made Ursula speed up her pace in the direction he spoke of. Up, with the point of her disruptor ready to shoot anyone in her path, also turning on the high sensibility in the shoulder turret, set to shoot on any target it founds.

 

[Madelyn Lowe]

Location: Captured apartment building, Lothal city centre.
Objective 1.

The firing had started proper not long ago. By her approximation the shots had been ringing out for about an hour or two. There was no way to really tell. Her best guess had come from the shifting of the sickly brown light that leeched through the yellowing plastic skylight overhead, coating with a layer of filth dense enough to block most of the light. Now, even that light had faded, as day shifted into night. There was no way to accurately tell the time. Only the steadily worsening aching of her muscles marked the march of the hours. The exposed cut on her face itched, but she didn't dare scratch it. The bleeding had taken forever to stop the first time.

It was a dismal situation. Madelyn hadn't been allowed to sleep in days. The rebels came in for frequent beatings, trying to force confessions, information. Madelyn's resolve held, barely. She was at the point of exhaustion now. Resisting the abuse was getting increasingly difficult. Her eyelids were heavy, but they wouldn't let her sleep any more than the short stretches where nobody came in to check on her. The guards had long grown bored of monitoring her around the clock now. After the first day it'd become pretty clear to them she wasn't going anywhere.

That was the idea.

[member="Ursula Vizla"] | [member="Listib Hibin"] | [member="Omari Vyken"] | [member="Chubs"]​

 

[Chubs]

Objective 1
Allies: [member="Madelyn Lowe"] | [member="Ursula Vizla"] | [member="Listib Hibin"] | [member="Omari Vyken"]

Chubs at the order flicked his rifle to stun. Not that he felt like it. He looked back out to the body, as his helm was unsealed, to check for life signs. The sight caused Chubs' rationed lunch to surge through his mouth. The trooper gagged at the sight. It was clear from visual confirmation alone, that the man wasn't alive. The two in charge, sealed the helm again. Perhaps as a sign of respect, replacing that weakened, disfigured face with the stoicism and uniformity of the helm. Still, Chubs was ready to make these karkers pay.

"Understood." He growled to the sergeant, as he sprinted to the back of the lobby. Taking peeks around corners, to avoid any blaster fire. He was fortunate in that respect. The stormtrooper slammed through the door to the back alley of the building. A precise kick liberating the obstruction of its hinges. Eyes darted up, and then around. The bottom of the stair was secure. Rebels must have put everything they had upstairs. "Clear!" Chubs called out, hoping blaster fire dampened his voice.

Now, it was time to take the objective. Quickly, and tentatively, Chubs traversed the stairs, eyes glued to the corners of his vision, where any form of enemy could come out and clip him. The young private took point, briskly moving up the first flight. His rifle clasped close, "Do we go up the next flight? Or secure this floor sarge?"

 

[Progflaw99]

“Each man delights in the work that suits him best.”
~ Homer, The Odyssey ​

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Objective 2: The Sewers​

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A short burst over the radio confirmed that both elements of their team was ready - the hunters had unleashed their hounds, and a hound Castor would be. Before his feet had moved two paces the knight had responded to the others.

"Nekghoul One, you know the drill. We eradicate them."​

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Soft footfalls echoed however quiet along the underground pathways formed by the sewage tunnels. Metal and concrete, small puddles pooled at the bottom - and then farther in Castor could see the large metal hatches that would reroute the sewage in times of heavy storming. Thankfully for the moment they were closed. While Castor couldn't exactly smell the sewage he much preferred to be avoiding puddles and clumps than wading through waist deep refuse.

"Work your way towards Checkpoint One, we'll meet up with you there and proceed deeper into the tunnels."​

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The Knight was happy to have backup, he'd been working solo for a while, tracing down leads in the core towards some end the Supreme Leader had in mind. Quietly to himself he wondered if it had anything to do with his disappearance after the battle on Lothal as the Alliance had begun to fall apart. Making his way through each narrow space, Castor held the blaster rifle he carried high, ready to engage any unexpected suprises he might run into while they were down here. They were careful not to give away their arrival, and unless there was a mole, it was likely their prey didn't even know they were being hunted, at least beyond the general sense a rat in a hole might have of its predators.

[member="Marriskcal Lati"]​

 

[Omari Ngao]

Objective [1]

Omari wanted to shoot to kill too. But he knew that if they discovered the Governor in a room full of hostiles, a blaster bolt could put an end to her life without anybody realizing it. The stun setting fired wide rings that moved albeit slower, but were almost more dangerous due to the span of space they took up when fired. Following after the others and covering them from behind, when all proved safe and clear, Omari stepped out into the alley with them, looking up the outside staircase and moving up with them.

Shaking his head when [member="Chubs"] prompted him with the question, he started leading the way, his helmet's scanner activating in its variant of scanning for lifeforms. "We head to the roof," he explains. "Any hostiles on the lower floors will be cleared on the inside." And at that, he began communicating that much to the other six that they had left behind in that other apartment complex, and across that killzone they had just crossed. "Tell me what you see on the upper levels." Ascending the stairs slowed them he felt, but he knew it was safer. By the time they had hit the fourth floor, a door onto the balcony opened and he froze. We shouldn't have been heard... That was the thought that went through his mind, but he wasted no more time and Omari surged up the steps, the rupture blade from his knuckle shooting out when his fist closed into a fist, and caught them in an uppercut motion.

As it was designed to, the blade snapped out of his gauntlet and embedded itself into the hostile. Looking back, "search him for a commlink." And he crouched down to pull the body out of the doorway and let it close behind him.

"We'll... uh... Try and tap into their frequencies."

[member="Ursula Vizla"], [member="Listib Hibin"]