Dominion The Surge Forward | MIR Dominion of Instrop Sector Superhex

[Her]

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"Uncertainty is the first step toward self-determination. Courage comes next."
-- Darth Plagueis

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Tags: Makai Dashiell | Prystill Oasay | Victport Graras

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"No, don't think I will. Go ahead without me."

It is times like these where you begin to realise how badly people have forgotten the terror that the Imperial Stormtrooper can inspire in others merely by looking upon the visor of their dome helmet helmets and that particular, terrifying design exemplified by that certain face painted across the front. Entire star systems used to shake in fear or fury at the sight of them. Now mere civilians stared into their faces and felt nothing anymore.

That bolt of blue and the resulting stun would, perhaps, start correcting certain perspectives while serving as a timely reminder that when an Imperial threatens you they meant it.

"That being said, you've made a serious error. You assume I would simply go along with your plan regardless of the hit to my personal reputation. I'm afraid that's not going to happen. What's going to happen is that you release Makai Dashiell into my custody, so that I might at least attempt to repair the harm you've done here..."

"Let's get Mister Dashiell somewhere he can recover... And after that, you and I are going to have a conversation about what the words Foreign Affairs mean."

"Look at how polite you both are," Her retorted as the I.C.D Stormtroopers brought Makai on board the train and lowered his unconscious body onto one of the recently refurbished leather seats in the cabin. Opening her eyes, as she ended her standing meditation, Her raised her chin upwards to rest her crimson eyes upon Graras and Oasay as they squared off backed by the agents who had infiltrated the train before it had even got started. "But your politeness and respect isn't going to convince anyone to do what you want. This is particularly true for both myself and mister Dashiell. In that we share something in common."

While the commotion at the front of the train was nevertheless something important there were twenty-three other cabins filled with miners or other personnel who had boarded the train to go to work on this particular day. Take-off was already delayed by several minutes via the stand-off with Makai and the time couldn't wait anymore. As soon as the I.C.D brought Makai on board the conductor on the platform indicated for the train to launch and as Her looked upon Mahporieem she felt movement as the train started moving. Sarcastic jeers and shouts emanating in the nearby cabin behind Graras and Oasay joined the sycophancy of sounds as the old locomotive set course for the mountain mines nearby.

Her lowered their gaze to look upon Makai as he laid there on the couch. "I have done business with this man for over three years. He is stubborn and the type of guy who won't work with you just to spite your face. This is also particularly true now after I just had him shot. There is nothing either of you could say or do to get him back in your good graces no matter what you offered him; and why would Mahporeem offer mister Dashiell anything at all?"

Pointing her finger at Makai Her exclaimed: "I had everything arranged for this man to buy into a consortium based in the Mid-systems. But as soon as I requested for the funds to be transferred to my accounts in Corrox he ended the negotiation immediately. He doesn't want to work with Mahporeem. But I know about someone who will change his mind."

There are a range of settings found on the blaster used to stun Makai. There is naturally a lethal setting given that it is a weapon designed to kill. But in the hands of a Stormtrooper (particularly one trained to serve in a defunct security division) it can also be used to pacify. Stuns can be set and determined at an array of levels. Her didn't want Makai to be knocked out cold if it came to forcing him aboard the train. She merely wanted him to have his faculties temporarily taken away until he was forced into the cabin.

Even now, as Her stood across from Graras, Oasay and their agents, Her felt Makai beginning to stir back awake on the couch. As she looked away from Makai and back onto the Mahporieem contingent Her studied the agents who had barged their way into the cabin. She then grinned widely at Graras. "But this is more like it High Commander! When you really want something done you have to eliminate the aspect of choice! You must make your opponent realise that anything other than the complete and utter surrender to your demands will result in pain, loss and abject terror if they do not comply!"

Her slammed a fist into her palm to signify the crushing that she spoke about.

"While I have no doubts that the Instrop sector will be under Imperial control again I feel compelled to remind both of you that the Shinbone system is not under Mahporeem's domain," Her said smugly to the High Commander and Minister. "Not yet at any rate. This is a negotiation after-all. It's me verses the two of you right now. You are worrying about the wrong person when you should be worried about yourselves."

The slammed fist in Her's other palm remained there in the cup of her other hand as she studied Graras and Oasay thoughtfully. Suddenly that fist was a palm waving through the air towards the two of them and their men followed by a simple maxim:

"Sleep!"
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All around the four of them were agents and Stormtroopers collapsing into the ground as a Jedi mind trick told them to do exactly what Her told them to do. They each collapsed simultaneously and fell in prone positions all around Her, Graras, Oasay and Dashiell while being rendered unconscious leaving only the former Warden Primus in the company of three people who she was quickly turning into rivals in an era where the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant was once more resurgent a thousand-years at the end of it's exile in the known Galaxy . . .

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[Shade]

Objective: II | The Price of Credits
Interacting With: Ronhar Tane | Fiona Tierney

The Regulator eventually made Shade's patience worthwhile, though not by leading her to anything she could identify from a distance. He had put enough ground between himself and the fighting to begin believing he'd escaped it, and that was when his behavior changed. The desperate pace slowed, his attention shifting from what might be behind him toward whatever destination he had chosen ahead. Shade continued following without closing the distance until the sounds of the Imperial assault had faded beneath the vegetation and terrain. Ronhar's update came quietly through her comm along the way. The compound was secure, reinforcements were arriving, and apparently there would even be buildings left when she returned. "Acknowledged." Her reply was equally quiet. "I'll bring back anything useful. The person carrying it may arrive separately."

She gave the Regulator a little longer before deciding she'd learned as much from his direction as she could without allowing him to disappear entirely. Shade changed pace, using the cover she'd maintained throughout the pursuit to reduce the distance between them. She didn't announce herself. She gave him little time to make a decision she might have to correct. When he finally realized his escape had gained company, his reaction answered her immediate question. His hand moved toward his weapon. Shade was already moving. She struck his arm aside before he could bring it properly to bear, followed with a hard blow intended to take the fight out of him rather than his life, and drove him down before he could recover. The struggle was brief. Shade had spent too much of her life ending fights permanently to struggle to recognize where that line lay.

"That was the less convenient option." Shade informed him as she secured his wrists and checked him for additional weapons. Whatever he'd considered important enough to carry out of the armory was separated from him and secured as well, though she resisted the temptation to decide what it meant before she could examine it properly. The Regulator himself received a quick assessment to make certain nothing she'd done required immediate medical attention. Satisfied that he would remain alive and considerably less mobile than he'd been a few minutes earlier, Shade transmitted her coordinates over the Imperial channel. "Tane, I have one Regulator secured for collection at my position. Alive, restrained, and likely to be unhappy about both by the time your people reach him. I'm marking the location for whoever is handling prisoners." She glanced toward her captive. "If possible, tell them not to mistake 'secured' for 'needs additional encouragement.' I'd like him capable of answering questions later."

Shade wasn't particularly interested in spending the remainder of the operation sitting beside a restrained man while an Imperial force searched the place he'd just fled. Once she confirmed personnel were moving to collect him, she left the prisoner where they could recover him without difficulty and headed back toward the compound with the recovered item secured in her possession. Ronhar had promised the search would take time, which suited her perfectly. A fleeing Regulator had already shown that the people inside the armory considered some things worth saving, even as everything around them collapsed. Now Shade wanted to know what everyone else had tried to hide. "I'm heading back." she added over the comm as the armory came back into view. "You did leave me a building. I'm almost touched."

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Her | Victport Graras | Prystill Oasay

Stun affected every sentient in different ways. Settings and physiology often determined how one was going to react. Not quite human, Makai had a good portion of aquatic lineage. Aquatic lineage that was not taking too kindly to being stunned.

Iced azure cracked open and the train cabin started to spin. Makai found himself dizzy and nauseous to the point he felt as if he was back at a Reena University fraternity party. It had been a long, long time since he had felt so ill to the point where he was concerned about being able to move.

Trouble was, even in the haze of his mind, Makai knew he had to move. Had to sit up and at least look alive. Hands pushed on the couch seat, trying to sit up and look somewhat animated.

Suddenly his face was hot, the room spun more. The half-Galan refused to lay down.

Which resulted in him projectile vomiting directly near Her's fashionable shoes. There was probably some splatter.

The decision to eat a hot nuna sandwich before landing was certainly regrettable.

 

[Augustus Tassar]

STATUS	88th Stormtrooper Legion	Objective 2 - Resisting - Sanshur Flats​
IMPFOR	Scrap Hounds: Shae'ri Mor | QV-611 | Hunchun T’vok Auxiliary: Fiona Tierney | Ronhar Tane | Zavik Maltheris Shade	"Lion-Actual", Post III​
OPFOR	InterStellar Regulators

The 88th Stormtrooper Legion were personally raised and trained by Tassar himself. Made up of veterans and recruits alike, they had come from many places in the Galaxy, diverse backgrounds and even more diverse experiences shaped the soldiers who now wore the crimson. But together with their High Colonel's comradery and with the Moff's energy, the 88th had been shaped into a formidable fighting force now deployed for the Mahporeem. They were a professional all-rounder for operations with top-notch equipment and extremely well vetted officers to ensure both an execution of orders as well as a high initiative and reliability for the task structure doctrine that the Grand Marshal was running.

In the capital of Vlemoth Port, the city of Sanshur Flats, the 88th had been deployed in a wide arc to secure the urban areas and then assault Vlemoth Station itself. Red plated Stormtroopers moved through the streets and had made an effort to secure houses, overlooks, canalisations and most other conventional places that any soldier would find with some application of basic thought processes.

The InterStellar Regulators though had been paid well and apparently not wasted their money of menial entertainment. Aside from their fixed positions outside and around the capital, they had, according to scans and scouts, abandoned the capital and withdrawn to the Station for an effective defence.

The bottom tip of Augustus' staff clanked when it hit the ground as he walked across the central market square, flanked by two of his Stormtroopers. His crimson cloak having the same colour as their armour offering some form of alignment and cohesion. Then the report came in. A scout team's check in was five minutes overdue, so was another squad, and another. Tassar's HUD flooded with reports as in an instant almost two entire companies of his Legion were gone without a trace. He kept his stride though. He moved as he heard how the two next to him grabbed their weapons a little bit tighter and raised them ever so slightly in more alert.

He did not believe in a coincidence and while walking, mapped the missing units positions. They were all exclusively underground. The realisation came at the same time as the square was lit up by several repeaters from buildings around it. Stormtroopers started returning fire, others were simply cut down, comms suddenly were flooded with engagement reports.

They had successfully ambushed the Imperials. The entire city erupted in close combat firefights as Regulators appeared on roofs, in alleys and attacked the Imperial invaders. Tassar was in the very center of it and just as his Lion's Talon spoke, obliterating one of the repeater nexts, so did his voice issue orders.

One thing he was certain of: the enemy had made a terrible mistake, they just did not know it yet.