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Dominion The War of Two Worlds I ZU Dominion of Altiria/Anarris

Issac Hafey

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The soft distant patter on the Altiris right foot would hit the ground several times, her own heel clacking softly as she waited under the streetlight in the rain. After a few moments, there be a soldier that would come out, allowing the lady to come inside with some escort, closing her old antique umbrella. Time would crawl for a while as the elevator would take its time going to the thirty-second floor, the lights across the city dancing softly in the night. A soft ding would be heard as the doors opened, allowing those to exit as the lady would walk a bit quickly at the sight of her grandfather, someone who now reclined in a custom wheelchair in their advanced age, hooked up to a machine by his side pumping up and down..

"Chief Leader Kioath, I present your grand daughter Niamo Jiath."
"I can see that. Come close please...time is now coming to an end."

Kioath would come closer to her father, having more paler blue skin than her grand father. Both went the same paths into politics and both also seem to have the same goals in mind, the attempt to reunite those who been fighting so long against each other. The Anarrians, the militaristic culture of their planet with slight fur covering their bodies and the Altiris cultural and peaceful culture, more representative closer to the Chiss species. Both were near humans but both were different in their own unique way. Several hundred years ago, it was agreed that both sides were to stop fighting and with that agreement, a Chief Leader would be elected that represents both sides that represents them for ten years before stepping down or being reelected for a second term and presides over the elected leaders of the Anarrians and the Altiris. While the leaders of both species would go through every day governmental life, the chief leader would preside over territorial disputes and overall planetary economy, stepping in only when things must be done. It was considered a high honor to have such a position, something Niamo came to respect of her grand father.

"Niamo...my time is coming to an end. I feel it ebbing now onto my own soul. I need you here for tonight...for tonight, the war begins against the Holowan. Leaders Anarrian and Altiri will be here soon to discuss their part in the war...their military forces are ready to deploy on a moments notice. Diplomats of the Zweihander Union are also coming tonight...this is the night I believe where we may strike an alliance. I need you to help me keep the two sides at their best behavior tonight...and to help coordinate places that needs help."
"What do you mean? I thought it was only the Walker and the Station?"

"No, it is much worse. In orbit it been discovered to have repaired a Harbor Mobile Dock and has it between two of the Golan III platforms...it has been mass producing starships under our noses behind the moon. A ground assault is incoming towards the city of Pitha while the Spirit of Holowan is threatening soon the city of KIah, it knows the fight is coming...it wants us to surrender right now. Zweihander Union and the two sides told me that it can be handled...so I hope."
"Grand dad...who do I pick if you die?"

One of the more unusual sections of the treaty was that if the Chief Leader was to pass, a family member of the Chief Leader can designate the next Chief Leader out of the two Leaders if given permission. That was what Kioaths wish was, for his grand daughter to pick.

"Search your heart...you will know when the time is right. Now...sit with me, they will be here soon and soon also...the war."

The Planet of Two Worlds Music

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The AI known as the Holowan would wait patiently as another step was taken for the Spirit of Holowan, every few minutes another step...it can count how many more steps it requires. Sixty more steps, five more hours. The city of Klah was slowly coming into range, it computed that within an hours reach, the chances of their surrender and abandonment of the planet would be at sixty-eight percent. It would require much patience and thought provoking battle strategy, but it would work. The binary numbers would come in faster as the room it resided in all its life would be slowly whining before clicking again. Those that would even dare approach the Spirit of Holowan from this side of the planet, even a simple Star Destroyer would most likely meet and untimely demise. With its twin dome shield generators, nothing short of an entire governments naval group bombarding it would even damage the shield generators, requiring several fleets to even attempt such a thing. However...time was running out for the AI, the Spirit of Holowan while powerful, could no longer harness the AI anymore, every update to its info banks starts to damage it more. It needs something much larger...and soon, it will come. There was several clicks as communications opened to the mercenary it had hired, clicking a few times.

"State Business IG-49914"
"We have landed in sector eight, assault begins in ten minutes."
"Understood, do not fail me."

A quick click could be heard as it ended communications. Outside the city of Pitha, over the long rolling plains was several hundred drop ships that had landed with very late detection. Each drop ship opened up to reveal either droids, vehicles or a combination thereof. Near one of the platoon groups walked the droid known as IG-49914, gently fiddling on its right side his weapon of choice, the lightsaber of a fallen foe. It wore a soft black robe to conceal what he looked like, liking to have the element of surprise or more of, the chances of surprise. With gravity generators situated in its legs and several unique little tools to simulate itself being a force user, it was something to be reckoned with.

As he looked over the mismatch of B1 Battle Droids, Destroyer Droids and other antique designs of the Separatists, he computed their odds of success were fifty four percent. Odds would reduce if any of the two control towers were destroyed that helped give processor commands to the army. Spirit of Holowan or the Harbor Mobile Space Dock both added in control towers to help give function to a majority of their droid army and if one fails, it gets bad. If both fail, most of the droids and vehicles would cease operation. Their forces totaled nearly twenty thousand droids of all types and sizes, looking up, it wondered if the two Golan Stations and the Harbor could withstand the fleet assault that would soon come. Raising its hood over its long cylinder head, it would slowly march out as the droids would follow behind him in formation as they started to walk up the hill to have the vantage point over the city of Pitha.

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"All Pilots, Man your Stations. All Pilots, Man your Stations."

There was a massive scramble as old ships were being powered up along with strange designs of old as massive whines of engines were being turned on. They were being deployed as most of the starfighter groups had to hide in mountain bases, disrupting the sensor satellites the Spirit of Holowan took over as it could not accurately find the locations of such bases, nor be able to get close to them properly to destroy them. Dropships were soon loaded as well as they had to be ready to repel not only the invasion of the city of Pitha, but also begin a desperate assault with its starfighters towards the Spirit of Holowan. The Zweihander Union had been asked to provide not only ground assault support, but also take down the stations in orbit to prevent any more droid reinforcements from this new threat.

"All Pilots, Prepare to Launch. All Pilots, May the Force be With You."

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Your Actions will Define Altiria/Anarris.
Will you be Remembered?
A Hero?
A Villain?
Where were you, during the War of Two Worlds?


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Objective 1:
Destroy the
Spirit of Holowan

The Spirit of Holowan is a large massive walker with enough firepower to level an entire city and is the primary carrier of the Holowan AI. It is currently walking towards the city of Klah and in a few hours, will destroy the city and countless lives. You must stop it before it destroys the city.


Objective 2:
Stop the Droid Army Assault

The Holowan AI is attempting to use force to submit the local governments by attacking the city of Pitha. You must with your might and strength hold, repel, and destroy the Droid Army of Holowan. Be aware though, a
powerful enemy general awaits you.


Objective 3:
Destroy the Orbital Stations

The Holowan AI has gained control of a
Harbor-class Mobile Space Dock and has converted part of it to producing droids and being a Droid Control Station. Guarded by a twin pair of Golan III Space Stations, you must destroy the Harbor-class Mobile Space Dock to stop the invasion of the planet!


Objective 4:
Diplomatic Ties that Bind

Assist Chief Leader Kioath in negotiations concerning the planet during the War of Two Worlds between the leaders of Anarrian and Altiri while close to his own death. Assist in negotiations to ensure continued cooperation and secure the alliance for the Zweihander Union.


Objective 5:
Where Were You?

What did you do during the War of Two Worlds? This is an objective for anything else, be aware that even these, have consequence.
 
The Hunger
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Objective: 4- Ties that Bind
Extra: [X]
Tag: Charles Castex Charles Castex | Ben Craig Ben Craig | Tristan Evore Tristan Evore | Issac Hafey Issac Hafey


The system in which the planets Altiria and Anarris were located in had been a region of great importance and interest to the Zweihander Union ever since their expansion out of the core region had started, they had vast industrial and economical boons for the union to exploit, improve and work upon and this meant that if the Union would get hold of this system, so too would the corporations backing the fledgling state. To maximize profits and to ensure that the best possible approach was made, the Union's chancellery had investigated the system carefully, but it was only recently, when a call was made from the system itself towards the Union, that the entire staff of the Chancellor of the Left had made strides and serious progress with their collection of information.

An Artificial Intelligence had been at work in the system, probably once as a dilligent machine of purpose and of limited reach, yet had now apparently been causing havoc on an unpresedented scale.
"Sir, we're entering the system," The sound of Kronos informing Credius of their imminent arrival was enough to know the game had begun. "Commander Harmon, exit hyperspace, we'll need to approach the situation with care."

With the the Usurper coming out of Hyperspace, Credius looked at the comms which had been conveniently located at the central controle panel within his personal quarters aboard the massive battlecruiser. Letting his fingers slide calmly over the screen, the man wished to form a secure line with the Chief of the people he'd be working with. "This is Credius Nargath speaking as representative and foremost authority of theZweihander Union. As part of our agreement, I have personally come to this system to oversee any and all attempts to achieve peace, I request to be sent the clearance codes for landing."


 
Sith from the Outer Rim
Writer
Mike was invited by Credius to join the meeting. He knew that he did not have much knowledge on diplomacy. Mike knew how to fight, but diplomacy was not his strong suit. He decided to go there as a security guard. He was on Credius ship sitting nearby.

“Credius,” said Mike. “I have a bad feeling about this. You sure that we need to go? I feel a disturbance in the force. I will be following your lead. Whatever you say is law.”

Issac Hafey Issac Hafey Credius Credius
 

Erick Pryde

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Objective - 4
Tags - Credius Credius Mike V'Trechen Mike V'Trechen Issac Hafey Issac Hafey
Wearing - Extravagance

<"I on the other hand do not have a bad feeling about this"> The Vice-Secretary of the Exterior mused when the Plantery Lord asked whether or nor this particular mission had to be accomplished.

Rather than turn to face the man directly, Erick faced a reflective panel in the shuttle. Quite deceptive, one mightive said. That is if they had lived to see it.

<"Relax, Lord V'Trechen. I have good faith, so should you">
 
The Hunger
Writer


Objective: 4- Ties that Bind
Extra: [X]
Tag: Ben Craig Ben Craig | Charles Castex Charles Castex | Tranquility Tranquility | Issac Hafey Issac Hafey | Mike V'Trechen Mike V'Trechen | Erick Pryde Erick Pryde

To have his men and especially those of a higher position being rather skittish was never a good sign in the face of any and all diplomatic occurances within and outside the Zweihander Union. Showing weakness so soon in the progress could destabilize any efforts made in the near future. As such, he lightly tapped the armrest of his seat as the shuttle started taking off from aboard the Usurper, his eyes closed as he listened to the two men aboard the shuttle.

"There is no disturbance in the Force, Lord V'trechen," The Chancellor's lips curled slightly upwards into an eerie grin, a shimmering red light pulsating softly behind his black shades. "What you are feeling is anxiety, perhaps even a bit of fear...but do calm down, my friend...the most dangerous thing within many miles around us, is sitting here, calmly talking to you both."

Turning his attention towards the Vice secretary of the exterior, the Chancellor kept up his grin, calmly taking one of the pen-shaped cyphers from his chestpockets and starting to flip it around his fingers. "Vice-secretary Pryde, you are still a young man learning the ropes of politics, it is to my understanding you have managed to rise through the ranks quite quickly, but you are still green. Lord V'trechen is the former commanding general of the army and though he has since relinquished this position, we ought to keep some sense of respect for his thoughts, weare after all...all children of the Union, are we not?" Standing up from his chair, the Chancellor walked over to the panel next to the doors seperating the passenger module and the cockpit of the shuttle. "This planet of two names is divided by ideology, make sure to get the protocol and clearances correctly prior to landing, pilot."


 

Erick Pryde

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<"I agree. I do have rather little experience in these types of situations. Perhaps Lord V'Trechen could show me...a few points">

The Vice-Secretary was quite quick to find a way to rid himself of his nervous energy, shaking it off of himself by suggesting a learning opportunity. He turned to the Plantery Lord, with a smile as friendly as ever,

<"Lord V'Trechen, what do you make of the inhabitants of this world. Quite remarkable, yes? Such balance in government and species. One work. Two names. Two peoples. Interesting to say the least">


Credius Credius Mike V'Trechen Mike V'Trechen
 
Sith from the Outer Rim
Writer
Mike looked at Eric. He is a noob. Mike knew that he had never devoted his life to war. Mike had years of experience. All the way back from the old Jen’Ari Empire. He looked over the planet and when Eric asked him about the planet. Mike had shook his head.

“They are ridiculous,” he said standing up from his seat to get a clear look at Eric. “There is no clear cut. Take for example us and aliens. They are different, but they reside together and quite often fight each other. This planet will spiral into a complete downfall. You have two groups. What is the same? What is different? There will be chaos. It might not be now, but there will be in time. Let me assure you that. There should not be two groups and blah blah blah. There should only be one group with a leader that governs them all.”

Credius Credius Erick Pryde Erick Pryde
 
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U N I O N


Location: On the planet of Altiria/Anarris

Primary Objectives: Objective 2: Stop the Droid Army Assault- Defeat Enemy General

Secondary Objective: See that Admiral Charles comes home to that sweet girl alive

Wearing: Usual military commando style gear, not much for standing out in officers clothes.


Tranquility Tranquility Ben Craig Ben Craig


The Fourth Fleet had come out of hyper space on the other side of the planet to keep them out of range of the A.I’s guns. Knowing that there were defensive stations that had fallen to the A.I, scans were launched to see where they were. It would only be once the all clear was given that Charles himself headed down to the hanger bay to prepare for the journey down to the planet.

”Alright men you know the drill it is the same as usual, get down there and establish a perimeter. Only this time we have a VIP coming along with us… aka our esteemed Admiral has decided to leave his high tower in the Phlyacrty to come join us grunts here in the mud. Now we won’t be the only troops holding Pitha, but you can be damn sure no one will give the enemy a better fight than the Zombies. Now move out!” The Zombie’s began to load up into their transports, and started their descent to the planet with fighter escort provided by the Fourth Fleet. Then from their it was the support bombers that followed them in, as the 13[SUP]th[/SUP] began to make their journey across the planet towards Pitha. Given the abilities of the walker the dropships moved low and fast, not stopping till they reached their destination, and the Zombies began their typical modus operandi of spreading out to create an ever growing perimeter,

”I want sniper positions in those buildings and get me a command center and a com hook up to the Fleet. Tell them that they can send down the Admiral as well as anyone else who wants to join us.” The Araman went back to organizing the rapidly growing perimeter that was expanding outward giving plenty of room for other ships to land. To be honest Kom knew this was different than the last battle, were they had the element of surprise during the landing. Oh that A.I knew they were coming and now they would be on the defensive… the unit had shipped out before it was supposed to go under its latest refit. Well… at least the good Admiral would pay the price too for such a mistake, especially if it meant all her boys got slaughtered.

 

Kay

Hand of the Empress
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Objective: 5
Location: Her home and business

War had come to the backwater planet that Kay had called home for a few years. It was her place of exile, a place where no one had heard of her before. It was her own purgatory of peace as she tried to find a purpose in life once more. People had told her for years to retire and sell tea. And that was what she chose to do in her exile.

Those few years were mostly peaceful. Only once or twice wss she blackmailed into using her teas against some if the people on the continent of Anarris. Her own shoppe resided on Altiria and the two continents had a history of warring over what to name the planet.

But now there was an outside threat. The booms from spacraft breaking the sound barrier upon entry through the planet's atmosphere was easily heard. Kay stood on the steps of her shoppe, her brows furrowed as she squinted to try to make out who the invading force was. But it was impossible without binoculars.

Screams were already being heard from the other side if the trees as people began to panic. It'd only be a matter of time before they made their way to her shoppe. And Kay wasn't about to deny them sanctuary.
 
The Hunger
Writer

Objective: 4- Ties that Bind
Extra: [X]
Tag: Erick Pryde Erick Pryde | Mike V'Trechen Mike V'Trechen | Issac Hafey Issac Hafey | Ben Craig Ben Craig | Daisuho Daisuho

While the two men aboardthe shuttle with him were seemingly discussing the viability of the local politics, Credius listened to the pilots response, who notified him that they had at least one set of clearance codes ready, but that they were still waiting for the other set. Noting that this could still take some time, it was no wonder the shuttle was currently only keeping its altitude in orbit to avoid any diplomatic issues early on.

Turning his attention back to the two other men, the chancellor could only slightly nod his head when sitting down in his chair again, yet suddenly he clacked his tongue when hearing the planetary lord's opinion on the matter of there being two peoples ruling and dividing a planet between them.
"Lord Mike, with those words...are you implying that the Union's model does not work? Letting out a soft, yet somehow extremely eerie chuckle, the man looked at the planetary lord with his eyes shining red in a sinisterway behind his shades. "I'd say in a sense you are correct though, but the issue is not how many peoples there are or how many leaders, but as it is with every style of government, it's the ideology."

Grinning slightly towards the Vice secretary of the exterior, Credius gave a slight nod and let out a sigh. "What makes or breaks a nation is its ideology, if a nation can't stand behind a single idea or identity in a unified matter, it will fall...no matter how prosperous or powerful it is, it is because of this, many a nation usually follows a single leader and it shows why democracy...or a republic in that matter...are always doomed to fail."


 

Erick Pryde

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<"The endless cycle of failed government after failed government. Many have discredited some governments who follow this particular ideology to be similar to the Empire. This what taught to me in my school, which is why I suggest we alter the circulum to state facts not assumptions">

His reply ntomthe Chancellor was full of pride and sternness, something the young man learned was essential for maintaining relationships with those far above him.

<"Lord Mike, Do you agree with the Chancellor's assement?">

Mike V'Trechen Mike V'Trechen Credius Credius Ben Craig Ben Craig Daisuho Daisuho
 
Sith from the Outer Rim
Writer
Mike noticed that they were landing. He saw that what he thought alarmed Eric and Credius. Mike knew that he should expand more. Credius understood where Mike was coming from.

“I agree with Credius,” said Mike trying to bring this to a close. “I think that in some situtaions these governments work. I mean. It works brilliantly with other factions. If we are talking about an actual planet. There will be a crisis. But with factions, they will still fall. It will just be a longer time and more dangerous. If you want me to give you an example. Look at the Eternal Empire from 3630 BBY. Tell me what Emperor Valkorion and Vitiate did with the Sith Empire and the Eternal Empire.”

Credius Credius Erick Pryde Erick Pryde Kom Thum Kom Thum Kay Kay
 
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U N I O N

Location: On the planet of Altiria/Anarris

Primary Objectives: Objective 2: Stop the Droid Army Assault- Defeat Enemy General

Wearing: -A long black version of his normal clothes with white flowers decorated all over it.

-His Razor Fingernails are firmly in place

-His Surgical Tools are tucked away in his cloak along

-Two Lightsaber’s Hidden Away

-Implants Turned on and running

Tranquility Tranquility Credius Credius Daisuho Daisuho Ben Craig Ben Craig

Charles had to admit that given the firepower of this walker, despite reports of its age, it still had him pacing back and forth. The lack of information coming from the side of the planet that the A.I was on bothered him, as was the lack of intelligence on what it could do to someone with a implant like his own. His usual paranoia about it somehow negatively affecting Mir starting to creep up, but only for a moment… oh no… the days when he had to worry that much were fading further and further into the past. It was as Kom liked to put it in old Imperial slang, ‘We can just go Base Delta Zero on the ass of anyone who tries to hurt her.’ The Armaran wasn’t wrong, and it was going to be an interesting experience fighting at her side today. He needed more experience in direct combat like this if he was ever going to grow strong enough to protect Mir… now would be the time to practice some of the skills he had been learning with the blind Jedi. The piolet turned back to the Admiral, ”Sir we have a message from Major Kom that the area is secure and we are a go for launch…”

”Then by all means, but do be careful… wouldn’t want to have send a note home to your family about glorious death alongside the Admiral because we flew too high.” There was a deep and cold nature to his emotionless voice, but the man was able to pick up the sarcasm. By now Charles men knew how to figure him out with his various tells and hints that he gave. The dropship followed a safe flight plan laid out by Kom and the Zombies whom by this point had off loaded the entire 13[SUP]th[/SUP] Division and were now just bringing down a steady stream of supplies and fortifying the area while they could do it without the enemy getting in their way. Charles special shuttle ‘The First Grave’ landed slowly in the middle of the men who were moving around boxes and ammunition. Whenever the ramp lowered revealing the big guy only a few who were not currently busy with a task stopped to salute which Charles waved off with,

”At ease gentlemen, besides we got a lot of work to do and pleasantries are not on the least of things which will help us defend our portion of the front-line.” By now he had already pulled out one of his lightsabers and was tapping it on his shoulder, reaching out through the force with his senses to see if he could see something… anything. He wanted to give his men as much time as they need to react, and at the same time he clicked in all the codes he would need to connect with the fleet through Tranquility and though he had not activated the HUD over his eyes yet… he would do so for just a moment and then turn it off. Using one of the droids in his flagship… that now sat in the in the captain’s chair as a proxy to see the data of the battle space. So far everything was just as quiet in the sky as it was on the ground… too quiet… and that was a problem.


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Issac Hafey

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Objective 2

Charles Castex Charles Castex Kom Thum Kom Thum
Silence would befall most of the city as additional reinforcements, along with supplies would come in. Multiple workers ranging from civilians to armed personal would come to help unload quickly. Other commanders would run by them to rely messages of current positions, strong reinforcement points and possible break through points. After a few minutes of bickering from the actual two sides of species, there be positions for them to reinforce over the rolling plains as the city was more of a military fortification as it was part of the Anarrian side of the planet.

As shifting positions would occur in a few minutes, Charles would feel something in the Force as it was almost painful to feel. Something extremely powerful was walking straight towards them, something deeply corrupted in the Force as when the HUD opened for a brief moment, he connected to the entire AI grid network as it was so unsecured for his newer tech, he could foresee the battlefield at very great cost of pain. Charles could still use the HUD by merely turning off the function that allowed this somehow, not impacting performance at all however in that brief moment...he could tell they were starting to come over the nearby hill.

Both Charles and Kom can now see a lone figure at the top of the hill as it was a black robed figure, standing there as if to impose his own way of fear onto them. Then slowly, started to march down as the snipers, even if given orders to shoot it on sight, could not do so. Something was effecting them to shooting this particular person, something beyond mortal comprehension...something in the Force. As the lone figure marched down, towering behemoths of B3 Ultra Battle Droids slowly came from over the hill and started to fire rockets from the left arm and plasma cannons from the other. Behind them, fast rolling Droideka Mark II models would roll down the hill in a fast tumble as they would skip over a few rocks as officers would scream out orders as blaster fire would soon erupt towards the Mark II models.

Numerous in hundreds as they tumbled down the hills as B3s would try to keep up behind them, all the while the lone figure leading this army of droids would flick his right wrist as the lightsaber would fit snugly in its droid like hand and ignite a crimson blade as officers screamed for someone to shoot it but...everyone was to afraid to do so, something was preventing their shots when even looking at the person, as if their deepest fear came before them. Behind all of this, was the mixture of B1 Battle Droids, B2 Super Battle Droids and those of old that should be in a museum as they started their frontal assault on the city.

The Battle for Pitha had begun.

The group was given quick access to the diplomatic landing zone as it was designated to be the skyscraper rooftop to which the Chief Leader resided. Time would go on as soon they would have a personal escort over two dozen starfighters that resembled those of the Galactic Empire to ensure their save arrival, old Nsiss-class Clawcrafts. Once to the landing zone and put down, two people would be awaiting with royal guard of red and blue. One was a tall female lady, covered partly in fur top to bottom and had a military uniform on of heavy battle armor. The other was a shorter stout male with a more business like outfit as they would escort you into the building and towards the Chief Leader.

The taller female lady was the leader of the Anarrian known as Onth Mithori, considered by rank the equivalent of a five star general. These leaders were elected to a five year term and afterwards are to step down unless in a time of warfare which formerly, was constant with the other side. Elections are held between only high military officials so at times, those who have prized families can influence and swing the votes very easily. Records obtained show her actions had been numerous and have had several complete battles on record as not only a mercenary but as a constant ground commander against piracy forces.

The shorter stout male was the leader of the Altiri known as Nathan Kolps, considered to be an elite businessman that had capitalized on the election at the time that occurs every four years. The election occurs just like a democratic one but corporations on planet can vote with entire personal that did not vote in the election, thus making their votes a huge swing vote. With most sick that year, he was able to contact each official in person and obtain nearly eighty percent of the votes. Shrewd yet wise, he had helped turn around a downed economy and even assisted the Anarrians though multiple trade agreements to ensure a stable relationship, even at times help in advisory role to the Chief Leader himself.

"We aplogize for the Chief Leader not seeing you in person, he is...gravely ill and will not last much longer." Said Nathan as he walked into the elevator with everyone else, getting it set to go onto the proper floor as Onth spoke bluntly, looking at the group. "More like survived an assassination attempt a few weeks ago...he is hooked up to a machine at the neck to keep pumping blood up to his brain. It bought him time...and now it is running out. Holowan is shrewd...and been waiting for near the time of his death to do this." The doors would soon open as the pair would walk out as one could see a young woman Altiri woman by the name of Niamo and the Chief Leader Kioath in a wheel chair, the machine hooked up the side of his neck as it acted like an artery for his neck. Gently the elderly Altiri male would turn his head and give a small smile, motioning towards one of the rather nicely upholstered couches before them.

"I apologize for not getting up and bowing...I seem to be currently incapable of it. I see you already met Miss Mithori and Mister Kolps so I will get straight to the point. We will be finalizing the alliance as we have spoken about...however due to my ailing state, both leaders of their respective nations have come here to see to and set complaints they have...as possibly in a few hours to maybe one or two days...I will be dead. One of these two, will succeed me in office as Chief Leader and the papers will need to be signed again as...the papers are only legal if the Chief Leader is alive longer than one week, if not, it is a temporary order. I am sorry to say that but...that is the law. I will ask for their sake and to get rid of it before they explode into questions and shouts, what can you help us with militaristic and economics? Do you plan to help improve our military or jointly agreeing to have troops share stations across the galaxy? Do you plan on opening trade routes and help construct trading stations to help improve not only our economy but yours?"

The questions were laid out, the elderly man looked as if on deaths door, his eyes were fading and his hair almost looked ready to fall out. Glancing towards his grand daughter, he would gently pat her left hand as he awaited their response.


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Objective 5
Kay Kay

The screams from the forest intensified as someone would he banging hard onto the door on the outside. Soldiers that were scouting on this way were soon pulling back and firing onto the forest rapidly as beings without limbs would run forward and shoot them, smashing them aside with their lances as they were painted in Nightshadow. A stealth operative group as they slowly tried to walk forward as their mechanical whirrings was what gave them away, the Master who owned the tea shop could tell these were Magnaguard Droids. The banging would get worse as someone would screech out.

"PLEASE LET US IN! WE HAVE PART OF THE NAITHO CORP FAMILY!"

The Magnaguard Droids would turn to the voice as they started marching forward, a group of three as a few other groups were nearby but none were close to this particular group of soldiers. They would try to advance into the city, as if searching for someone as most civilians got away unharmed...they were hunting. If one was to think hard enough, Naitho Corporation were made of survivors of the Holowan Labs project over the Spirit of Holowan...the Holowan AI itself. Perhaps it was looking to finally end the line that brought itself to creation...or it was terrified of something.

 

Kay

Hand of the Empress
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Objective: 5

The banging on the door caught her offguard, startling her enough to almost drop her tea cup.

Almost.

Kay approached the door, setting her tea down on a nearby table first before the door was unlocked and opened. It wasn't as though the shoppe's door could resist attacks on it, yet the building wasn't designed to survive a war. But that didn't mean that it offered no sanctuary or place to escape for people. Kay had a network of tunnels built for just such a purpose.

"Come in, come in! Hurry!" She held open the door until all were inside. Then she promptly closed it and locked it. "You should be safe here long enough to catch your breath.Is anyone hurt?"

Issac Hafey Issac Hafey
 
D I R E C T
Character


U N I O N
Location: Altiria / Anarris Space, Briefing room #2390 on the Terminator
Objective: 1
Focus: Daisuho Daisuho
Dress:
Uniform

"Exiting hyperspace in..5...4..3..2..1" The commodore announced from the bridge of the Terminator. Meanwhile in one of the briefing rooms, Ben pulled up feed of the giant walker . Assembled in the room were members of the Vernichten with additional Executioner Troopers.

Ben gestured at the walker "This is the target." He gave the troops a moment to study the monstrosity in awe. "I have sent what we know so far about the walker to your datapads. The goal is stop the walker at any cost. Attempt to disable it, this walker would be an amazing asset for the Research and Development department to study. However the walker must not be allowed to wreak havoc on the city. Eliminate it if you must." He paused, "While this fortress walker is heavily defended and armed, it's slower than a Bantha. Use this to your advantage." He pointed to the feet of the walker, "These are vulnerable. Our strategists at Intel have determined that the walker is vulnerable at the joints and feet. Use mines and other explosives to attempt to take down the walker." He finished, "Questions?"

 
Character
Character


U N I O N

Location: On the planet of Altiria/Anarris

Primary Objectives: Objective 2: Stop the Droid Army Assault- Defeat Enemy General

Wearing: -A long black version of his normal clothes with white flowers decorated all over it.

-His Razor Fingernails are firmly in place

-His Surgical Tools are tucked away in his cloak along

-Two Lightsaber’s Hidden Away

-Implants Turned on and running

Tranquility Tranquility Credius Credius Daisuho Daisuho Ben Craig Ben Craig

Cracking his neck Charles was almost ready to give out more orders when suddenly a writhing pain sprung throughout his entire body almost causing the large man to lose balance. Catching himself the Admiral gritted his teeth, activating his lightsaber, which glowed an eerie maroon red as it extended out to its normal length. Covering his right eye with one hand, the pain which had only been minor before grew in intensity as the data on his HUD flashed with the details of the droid battle plan. Despite the obvious din going on around him, the man who was so used to pain refused to let go… to try and gain any speck of data that he could to use against the droids in the up-coming fight. Finally though Charles cracked his fingers and clicked his tongue in the proper code, limiting the Séance Device’s function. He then sent a message to his flagship, directly to Tranquility,

”My dear I don’t mean to bother, but would you mind taking some of the data recorded on the Séance Device in the last few minutes. I want it to be broken down and analyzed so we can find out the droids battle plans… also you are in charge of the fleet… needless to say that it isn’t just my implant that is being disrupted. There is a droid down here I will have to handle personally…” During the conversation Charles straightened back up, waving off Kom’s worried hand, and looked forward were the Araman was pointing. He didn’t need her guidance to find it, a cold darkness that glared down at him just like Mistress Udezi was radiating out from this droid. The fear it projected washed over him like a freezing cold rain, but in Charles case… those nerves had been burned away a long time ago. Did it cause him fear, yes… he could constantly feel an unnerving notion that if he attacked this thing it would be like striking down his sweet Mir… and with that feeling the Admiral reached up and took off his mask to drop it in Kom’s hands,

”Well if you want something done you got to do it yourself…” The words echoed in a deep coldness in the ears of those who could hear it. Anyone who was not a member of the Zombies recoiled slightly, as Charles cracked his neck and walked over to a nearby communication system that had been set up. Then using a few finger cracks and the remote computer on his implant he connected up to it, ”Alright maggots listen up, you all remember the pecking order and even today it has not changed. It has been and will always be… your enemy, you, Kom, and then me. You have no reason to fear that thing, because you have plenty of other targets so shoot what you can and leave that scary droid to me to eliminate with extreme prejudice… at least as the Major would put it.”

A cry went up among the Zombie’s as the different units, began to fire on the advancing enemy column, moving forward to help the defenders of the city hold positions or plug up any gaps. Charles himself waited for Kom to gather up about fifty of her best men, they were all going to help clear him a path to that droid. True it had a lightsaber as well, but he wondered if it had any force abilities beyond whatever allowed it to radiant that intense fear. Once assembled they began to move forward deciding that until they got a little closer to the enemy that it would be best to stick to the side streets, Charles kept track of its position based on that dark aura it gave off.


 
The Hunger
Writer


Objective: 4- Ties that Bind
Extra: [X]

As soon as the clearance codes had been accepted and the shuttle finally made its descend towards the planet, Credius reached over to one of the datapads attached to the seats, scrolling over a few notes he had to review just to be sure that he had not missed anything. "Allright gentlemen, as far as we know the current political situation is slightly iffy due to the apparent failing health of the current Chief Leader, they are very strict when it comes to their traditions, I will proceed with the proper introductions, though I expect both of you to adhere to the situation planetside and to use your skills to the best of your ability."

Upon arrival, it was obvious that the escort had to have been assembled without much haste and mostly with image in mind, as it appeared that they had drummed up the most important and highly respected members of the military and politics from both sides, yet when it was mentioned that the Chief Leader had to be excused for not seeing the Chancellor and his entourage in person, Credius simply waved away the excuse and made it clear that they did not need bother with it. In stead, the Chancellor opted to remain silent, listening to each word as they moved on towards the appointed room, where not to any great surprise from the Chancellor's part, a frail, somewhat tired old man was present to greet him. After a few words, it had been made clear that this was the Chief Leader of the planet and the current political situation was apparently worse than Credius had foreseen at that point.

"If ratifications of laws and agreements need a week of the Chief Leader's life, than I will not complain to indeed await the ascension of a new chief leader," The Chancellor gave a slight nod towards the man and took a step aside to introduce the two men who represented the Union alongside him. "Honored Chief leader, allow me to introduce Erick Pryde Erick Pryde , Vice Secretary of the Board of Education, one of our highest ranking, most esteemed diplomats and Lord Mike V'Trechen Mike V'Trechen who is currently running the prestigious Umbrella Academy on Shasot, former Chief general of the supreme warcouncil of the Union. Ofcourse, I myself am the Chancellor of the Left, duly appointed representative of the Zweihander Union and here on her behalf to negotiate the aforementioned treaties."

The more he had heard the man's ideas, the more Credius had to keep himself in check. Old as this Chief Leader may have been, wounded and even decripit it seemed the man's mind was still perfectly intact. "Chief Leader, the Union praises integration rather than seperatism, we integrate the best parts of our subjects into our military and economic programs, while also introducing our own style of bureaucracy and military education into their own systems, to truly assimilate into a stronger, better and more capable, homogenous whole: a perfect union," Letting out a deep sigh, Credius glanced at the Corporate politician and the general, before turning back to the Chief leader. "What we offer is acces to our military and technology, our education and our political system, improving the wealth and living conditions of those living here and in return we will remove this political system of yours, this divide which has been raging for ages untold, we bring you peace, safety and security."


 
Sith from the Outer Rim
Writer
Mike looked at the person. He never been to the planet before. Mike knew that he needed to introduce himself. He put his hand out and starts to talk.

“Hello everyone,” said Mike. “I am Mike V’Trechen. I am the Headmaster of the Umbrella Academy. I am a master for force wielders. Nice to meet you all. I am sorry for your loss.”

Credius Credius Erick Pryde Erick Pryde
 
Captain of the Guard
Character

Daisuho had barely noticed the announcement of their impending arrival, her focus firmly directed toward the walker in front of her, studying its image and trying to analyze it. It was a small exercise she carried out before missions, analyzing the target with her own to eyes before consulting the data and correlating results - a good method of honing her instincts and making sure she can read a situation without advanced warning, as she might need to do one day. Looking to her left and right, she noted that her Vernichten were doing much of the same, a glint of pride in her eye. There was a reason they worked well together, and it was small moments that reinforced that fact. When Ben was finished speaking, Dai looked down at her Datapad, eyes flicking through the Walker's strengths, hardware, weaknesses, etc.

It was a boon in battle, to be sure, but that didn't change the fact that it was old, slow, and incredibly cannibalized. It seemed that no organics had set foot on the Walker for a long time, being staffed only by droids, and run by an AI so old that it was probably senile by now. There was a lot to be taken advantage of here. Inhaling sharply, Dai picked up her helmet and slid it down over her face, the soft hiss of the visor eliciting a sense of blissful calm as she cleared her thoughts.
"Ok sisters, She said, moving besides Ben and turning to face her troops. "Strategies, go." Void was first, a human from Corellia, their primary covert ops expert, and one of the original 10 Vernichten. "It's slow and old, we could hide ourselves with our cloaks and plant mines where it's feet will be, if we detonate while it is on top of them, it will lose cohesion and be immobilized, removing it as a threat to the city and leaving it intact for us to study." Simple, pragmatic, low casualty potential, and achieves the secondary objective. Void stepped back silently, then came Obsidian, a one-eyed Zeltron and another of the original 10, their heavy weapons and demo expert. "Similar to V's plan, we cloak ourselves, good shout, but we instead scale the legs and plant explosives on the shield generator and the main cannon, blow them both, and let the fleet take care of it if it still tries to fight." Also effective, but only in delaying the inevitable, and it would most likely be destroyed by the fleet if it kept moving. It was a little ostentatious as well...much like Obsidian, she supposed. Finally, they had Ebony, a newcomer to their band, relatively speaking, but very capable, not to mention a Nightsister hopeful (once upon a time), easily the most exotic of their unit, and a Mistress of Machinery. "It's longer and more dangerous, but if we could gain access to the sensor array, I could install a back door for Tranquility to enter through, Holowan would be outmatched and deleted, leaving the Walker perfectly preserved." Infinitely more dangerous than the other two, time-consuming, and borderline suicidal given the Walker's armaments...but if carried out, would leave the walker perfectly intact with Tranquility in full command, and potentially giving her access to everything Holowan was connected to as well.

Four women, three plans, two targets, one chance. Dai looked at Ben. "Your thoughts Sir, and if there are none, permission to disembark?"

Ben Craig Ben Craig Tranquility Tranquility

 
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