The Wild Wild East (Primeval dominion of Irn)

[Boethiah]

A small Primeval fleet moved into position above Irn, little was known about this backwater world but sensors indicate that there is quite an abundance of life below. Who or what lived there was normally of little importance to these invaders, purgers, and otherwise undiplomatic crusaders. Their forces have all but destroyed several worlds in the past so with their arrival it left one question: Were they were to set the world ablaze? And if that answer was no, what sinister motive did these zealots have?

"Your Worship, shall we open fire on the surface?", an officer turned to his Host Lord, awaiting confirmation.

Anja's eyes settled on the distant orb as Order's End drifted into position, two other Deliverance-class cruisers as well as two siege cruisers flanked the capital ship. They had no invasion force with them and thus left little option with how such a world should be dealt with, on their computers several small blips appeared in a crude formation. The orbital defense fleet looked to have been mostly refitted freighters and other civilian starships of various makes. "No. Stay out of range, I want a dropship to sneak past the fleet and gather intelligence on the world.", she finally responded after some delay.

The captain nodded, "Very well... Your Worship.", he turned to the other officers -- intercom to the flotilla on -- "All ships move two klicks forward and hold just outside of the gravity well. To hanger decks: All fighters on standby, prepare dropships for deployment.", the orders were given. So far so good; nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The orbital defense fleet was likely on a patrol route and had no contact of the enemy. Even with viewports, the vast distances of space made it unlikely for their ships to be spotted.

With their fleet now in position, it was time for the dropships and their company to deploy.

OBJECTIVES​

A.) Infiltrate Irnfall's government. B.) Explore Blackhold. C.) Choose a side to aid.​

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OOC INFO (READ)

Spoiler

So pretty much the concept here is that Irn is on the brink of civil war. Blackhold has amassed arms against their treaty (in secret but suspect) and is planning to launch a surprise attack against the other clans and settlements; despite being outnumbered they do have surprise on their side and are a warlike people. The other governments in league with Irnfall, are aware that Blackhold is planning something but have no details; they hope diplomatic arrangements can prevent war to assure needless bloodshed is sparred and are the dominant power.

So for this dominion then, our objective is to infiltrate Irnfall and then figure out what's going on in Blackhold and each member will pick a side to aid. The status quo or Blackhold. Once everyone's picked a side or 20 posts is in, the two sides will then fight via proxy in the civil war to see who is truly the best.

 

[Tyro'din]

Tyro'din stood in a hanger on one of the dropships, chuckling gleeful under his breathe. They were going to be playing a shadow war, pitting two side against each other and they would win either way, because Primeval would have backed the winner. Cackling again, drawing odd looks in the process, he moved forward towards the currently closed doors, ready for action. This was just what he needed to escape the nightmares of the Hell he was sent to, to manipulate political events. 'Just like back home' he thought in content.

Tyro'din thought back over the briefing, considering his choices on what to do, 'Blackhold or Irnfall Government? Blackhold or Irnfall Government?' He cackled again, 'I think the less bloodthirsty choice is the best - Government it is' Leaning back against a wall, he pulled out his datapad and scrolled through the files he had downladed on the Irnfall Government (he had also downloaded files for the Blackhold, but had deleted them), looking for someone to replace. After a few minuets he came across a potential target. A bothan had been recently approached by someone from the higher reaches of Government to take a position so that he couls stir trouble against Blackhold ('Someone doesn't like Blackhold tut, tut'), no one had seen his image as he seemed to like to be anonymous in his dealings with Blackhold. It took Tyro'din a few minuets before he could hack into the Bothan's data and what he saw put a smile on his face, 'Tikrey Fel'yun, we meet again you piece of shavit.'

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel had decided to dress in his shadowcloak, leaving his Agent armor back in his locker. Sitting next to [member="Tyro'din"], Mikkel looked over the bothan's shoulder and was reading what was on his datapad. "Stealing the identity of a consultant, eh? Mind if that consultant has a bodyguard?" Mikkel asked, smiling.

Mikkel had come armed with his slugthrower pistol and his lightsaber, hoping to keep both concealed under his cloak. Looks like government it is, Mikkel thought.

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Tyro'din]

[member="Mikkel Markov"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

Tyro'din looked at Mikkel as he sat beside him. Thinking for a moment he nodded in agreement to his old student's suggestion. "Sure, you can play the part of bodyguard." He said as he continued to hack into Tikrey's information, trying to find the address he was going to be staying at.

"But when we go to replace him, I get to kill him. Understood?" Tyro'din growled at the Umbaran, "There's bad blood between us and I want to end it." He patted at his pistols, almost as if petting them, as he though about killing the Bothan he had chosen to target, the one that had killed his father.


(OOC: No one seems to be posting, I might as well.)

 

[Kitsune]

SIGH.

Another day. Another invasion. Another hopeless array of things being killed. Killed is reserved for organisms of value. Removed is the proper term. Kitsune pondered to herself within her private quarters.

Removal Irnfall's government. Not faction choosing as the possibility maybe, but utmost extermination and the establishment of a Primeval military junta and subsequent martial law. Akin to the Trade Federation in the invasion of Naboo.

Rising from her seat, Kitsune grabbed her katana vibroblade and headed into the fray within the hangar bay. On board her Theta-class T-2c Shuttle, she landed on the planetside with her standard four personal bodyguards.

 

[Laguz Vald]

Since [member="Tyro'din"] had been kind enough to volunteer for the labyrinthine bureaucracy of the Irnfall government, the shifter was more than happy to pick up the remaining side in the brewing civil war. Now, it could be said that Laguz was rather experienced in assuming the identities of others by now, and pretending to be the wife of the warchief wouldn't be all that different from the hundreds of skins xe'd worn in xir lifetime. Having done xir reading on the subject of the Blackhold — there really wasn't much available, truth be told — the sniper felt as prepared as possible for the upcoming role. It would require a lot of improvisation, that much was clear, and xe would certainly need to think on xir feet.

Excellent.

Xe entered the city wearing a newly tailored dress (some gentleman Laguz had relieved of xir vessel and life), retouching xir appearance in the rear-view mirror. When Laguz exited the shuttle in front of the government building, he was looking quite dapper indeed. The newly minted official took a long breath of the polluted urban air and exhaled with gusto regardless. What a day for sedition.

 

[Ebenezer]

Laguz was the slithery sort, Ebenezer liked that about...it. Same with him. As such he believed that the two would make a very effective team in Blackhold.

The two would be left to only guess who was the other, as both of their guises were practically nothing less than perfection. It was able to utilize telepathy to make it's imperfections unnoticeable while the croke summoned whatever guise that he wished using illusions that fooled both sensors and the mind.

Ebenezer had to take out and effectively replace one of the higher officials, or their spouse. All measure had to be taken. The body was dumped into a vat of acid that would corrode all but a few strands of DNA which could be used to discover the victim. He had studied enough. The man was unsided in most issues, refraining from voting in official matters regarding war, that would have to be changed. This official would soon be a raving mad demagogue, wanting nothing less than the obliteration of Irnfall. Barnabus Friemann would soon discover quite a violent shift in his political views. Perhaps because his term was about to end soon and he didn't want to be taken off the seat? From now on he would fully support what the people of Blackhold wanted, a war to berid of their opressing rivals.

"But he has to be fething rich enough to live in a fething high rise, does he now?"

Indeed, this member of their government body was rich, rich enough to stay off the streets quite literally. And the only way to get up to him would be through more arduous means.

 

[Boethiah]

It appeared that several of them have already begun to infiltrate levels of government. The Host Lord was eager to see which sides would be taken; surely Blackhold was more militant and perhaps the more likely military power but Irnfall had the support of the other clans. Tactics were going to be a deciding factor for sure...

"I want to know what's going on.", she asked her officer.

The captain nodded, "Very well, Your Worship.", an encrypted message was sent to those on the surface below. "What is your current status?", the captain asked.

Anja awaited the news. This was an interesting experiment indeed... Manipulating two factions into a civil war.

"Let's see what happens.", she tapped her fingers along the arm of her command chair.

[member="Laguz Vald"] [member="Mikkel Markov"] [member="Tyro'din"]

 

[Delyna Karthoys Haymire]

Once again Delyna had been tasked with helping out The Primeval. This time their ships were looming over an isolated planet, known as Irn. Not much was known about the place so perhaps information was a reasonable thing to collect. So that's what she would focus her effort on.

The oracle of reflections placed her hand on the floor beneath her as she sat down, chanting quietly. Intho Rah, Dokra Rah, Aeywa Rah, Opeys Rah... Darkness crept over her vision as she extended her mind down towards the planet. She felt coldness slip over her physical form as the force shivered in its hurt state. Multitasking, she got up and shambled weakly down the hall way, around the corner, on her way to the infirmary. Then her body fell on the hard floor.

Her projection dashed down through the clouds of Irn, and moving past a mountain. The sunset cast long orange colours over the horizon in a beautiful fashion, the living force was all over the surface, like a sea of bright colours and hope it engulfed the entire world. Life was everywhere. She passed the first city, Irnfall. Moving through the city it became obvious that this was the capital of the planet. A few names popped up, apparently beings the people of this world knew well. The sea she had passed minutes ago could also be confirmed as the northern sea, the largest sea on the planet.

There was evidence of modern technology all over the city but yet the planet didn't feel like a modern planet. It was if the buildings looked old fashioned and people wore traditional clothings and used simple tools. The modernization of the planet must have happened not long ago.

Hastily zooming back to the sea she found many small cities and settlements and as she phased through them it was hard to find a unified name. Once on the other site it was clear, however, that many people feared or hated a province known as Blackhold. That was where she was headed.

Many miles past her, a blue light emerged on the ground. Another awakened being? It seemed to follow her, trying to figure out her presence. She dashed forward, trying to speed away from its reach. But the essence was as fast as her. Whatever it was, it was dead set on reaching her. Pesky force users was something she was not much for at the moment. But it had invited itself into her hand as it continued to follow her. The chased and the chaser circled the planet twice before Delyna was certain she had found its point of origin, then the third time they passed it, she descended for it. There he was, a young Irnish man, no more than 20 standard years. Clearly human. It was good that she found a force user, for now she was certain of their race. She phased through his form multiple times within a quick span of seconds and the good force user was exiled from her vision forcefully and she moved on. The world was still mostly standing still, so she felt that she still had plenty of time left.

And suddenly she found her destination. Blackhold. A province much smaller than she had expected, a very isolated place. But signs of war and preparations for war was all over the small place. A few names popped up. She had enough information to continue her research in real space, now.

As she made it back to herself, she found her body unable to move, and so ever cold. Only half a minute had passed.

 

[Beowoof]

Naturally, Geronivous would gravitate towards the military sect of Irnfall, for this was the speediest ticket to evil in any situation. The atmosphere was so thick about this standoff of nations that a pop of a musket could shatter the 'peace' that was being held by the slightest of grasps. But the evil kaleesh war chief of evil was here to incite evil action of evilly militant proportions. Irnfall was weak, in his evil eyes.

"Weapons." Weapons of evil were needed--all that was required to start a war of evil consequences. If he could just start a bloody crusade of evil with this dogmatically diplomatic Irnfall community, they could provoke Blackhold to finally cross the line and attack in retaliation, forcing the factions to clash and inevitably destroy one of them in its entirety. The evil kaleesh surveyed the zealous troops he had gathered and supplied through evil eyes emphasized by his mask of evil. "You are now living, breathing weapons that Blackhold cannot repel."

But the evil warlord would be the truly evil winner of this evil conflict. For, no matter which side won this war of evil manipulation, he would be responsible for either side's victory--and, therefore, the Primeval's evil success. If Blackhold should perish, then Geronivous had rallied Irnfall to man up and slaughter its aggressor. If Irnfall should perish, then Geronivous had led it to its unstoppably foolish demise.

Geronivous was just too evil for even the Primeval to grasp.

 

[Darth Vazela]

As the Host Lord, [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] subjugated the world of Irn, with others assisting her in her operations, the Dark Master had gone elsewhere. The Bastion-class Gunboat that Vilox Pazela had pulled under his command had just docked with the derelict space station in high orbit of the world. His task, or objective to be correct (nobody commanded Pazela) was to discover the situation of the station. Could it be used by the Primeval? What technologies were on it? What was it's history?

"Remain here," Vilox said to the bridge. Dozens of Umbarans had gathered around the Dark Jedi to listen to him. His yellow predatory eyes looked into each of their pale ones. "I will explore this station myself." Turning away from the bridge, he moved along the passages of the Gunboat towards the docking bay, where he made his way through the connecting tunnel to the station's access port.

Breathing apparatus applied to the Dark Master's face, with his dark robe covering his body, he turned to seal the Gunboat's side of the tunnel before turning towards the space station's. Opening the door with the Force, he climbed inside.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

The soft hum of a hover chair holding an engorged cephalopod drifted through the bridge until it came to float behind [member="Vilox Pazela"] as he clambered inside the space station. The tentacles of the Iyra wriggled sluggishly as two eye stalks turned to stare at the humanoid's back.

"Iiii wiiill accompaaany yooou, fooour liiimb."

Bal'gul's speech was like a wet, weary sigh echoing in a molded cavern.

 

[Boethiah]

The Primeval was well under way to enacting its plans, when the Host Lord noticed that the Bastion-class now commanded by [member="Vilox Pazela"] had docked aboard the derelict station orbiting the planet. She herself didn't know much about it, other than it was supposedly Imperial based on designs matching the records on Bastion itself. With the Imperial Archives now under their control, Anja was able to have access to various secrets and technologies that once made the Galactic Empire and Fel Dynasty a force to be reckoned with. So they too shall follow in those footsteps, albeit more successful in their longevity.

The witch's eyes gazed out the viewport, "What is the orbital fleet doing?", she wondered.

"A standard patrol, it seems.", the captain replied.

Although Anja wasn't taking part in this scheme, she did have plans of her own once the civil war was well under way. They had months to spare with supplies and were used to life on a starship. Although, it shouldn't take more than a few weeks for the war to hit its final stages, that was the result of advanced warfare and starships.

 

[Darth Vazela]

| [member="Bal'gul"] |

The Dark Master's mind was ablaze. His eyes saw worlds shattering under the volleys of a thousand turbolasers, the screams of a civilization tortured into oblivion and the abyss that had claimed him. Vilox Pazela had lost how many decades he had been sinking into that darkness, falling into that obscurity until there was nothing left but the ghost of the man-

"Iiii wiiill accompaaany yooou, fooour liiimb."

He snapped his gaze to the voice, saw what hovered in front of him and...

SCREAMED LIKE A LITTLE GIRL.​

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WHAT WAS IT?​

 

[Tyro'din]

[member="Mikkel Markov"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

It was night when Tyro'din made his move. He passed through the security checks easily, knocking the living unconscious before arranging them in a manner that made them look asleep and using a dataspike to cause a short loop in electronic security. After ten minuets of navigating he arrived at the door leading to the suit his target was staying in. Quickly he sliced the lock ad slipped in before the loop on the cameras stopped. He relaxed when he entered the room. Tikrey was too paranoid to even let anyone watch him, scared that they would learn his secrets, as such no cameras were to be found within the suit. He soon found the bothan, older then him by 10 years, sleeping.

Sneaking into the room he injected a short lived sedative into Tikrey, wanting to keep him asleep as his hands and feet were bound and a gag was settled into to place. It took Tikrey six minuets to come around and when he did he was confronted with the sight of a large shadow.

"It's so nice to meet you again, Tikrey, son of the Fel family, member of the Yun clan." Tyro'din sneered. When he saw a look of shock cross his victim's face he growled in pleasure, "Oh, yes I know you, I know you well. My name is Tyro'din." Here he stepped into the light letting Tikrey see him. "But you may know me as Shelk, son of the Tef family, prince of the Din clan." Tyro'din growled again when he saw another look of shock followed by fear cross the face of the bothan in front of him. "That's right. I'm that kid who saw his father be beheaded in front of his eyes by you when your clan sought to wipe us out. I just thought you should know whos going to be killing you." He said before reaching forwards and slashing into the inside of Tikrey's arms, making sure to hit a major artery. While the now whimpering bothan bled out in front of him, Tyro'din tilted his head, trying to decide the best way to make Tikrel's death painful. Finally deciding he began removing his victim's fingers and toes before moving onto the ears, he then started by removing the eyes. Turning, Tyro'din left the room and the almost dead bound bothan behind him. Exiting into the main room he pushed open the double windows and waited for Mikkel to enter, hopefully bringing with him a quick way to destroy the evidence. Anything else would be to troublesome.

A few minuets later Tyro'din was sat reading Tikrey's holopads, looking into what sort of work he had been doing on Irn, when he "felt" a disturbance in the area. Looking up he saw Mikkel climbing into the room. "No problems?" He asked.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

A heavy, burbling sigh drifted from the amorphous blob, eight or more stalk-eyes rolling in unison. Humanoids, always so excitable, terrified of that which they did not know. It put him in mind of that cabal of CorU students who had cast him into the Nether so many years ago. That made him... angry.

The writhing of tentacles increased.

Bal'gul slurped in a breath, "Refraaain youuur outbuuuurstsss. They aare.... uuunseeeemly."

The hover chair moved past [member="Vilox Pazela"] and into the station. "Shaaaall weeee?"

 

[Darth Vazela]

| [member="Bal'gul"] |

Pazela leaned his head to the left. The artificial light coming in from the tunnel connecting his Gunboat to the derelict space station shined upon his face, revealing parts of his face that hadn't been visible beneath the cowl of his robe. His gaze upon the creature before him was a mixture of surprise, interest and predatory in nature.

He coughed to clear his throat before asking. "What are you? Are you with the Primeval or were you on this station before I docked?"

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"Iiiii aaaam Baaaal'guuuul, Prooofessoooor of Mythooos, Knoooweeer of the Unknooooown."

He was of course with the Primeval. Ish. "Professor of Mythology," wasn't exactly a position in dire need of attending, more the loss for them. They tread on ground they knew so little of. Knowledge, such a precious thing. That was why he was here after all.

The Iyra floated down the hall, intent on siphoning every last bit of history from this place.

[member="Vilox Pazela"]

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel gave a light smile as he walked in with a large plastic bag and a bucket containing a rag, some soap, and 8 pounds of thermite. Looking around the room, Mikkel sighed at the blood but then shrugged, took the thermite out of the bucket, and tossed the cleaning supplies at Tyro'din's chest. "Clean up your mess, comrade," Mikkel said, smiling. "Next time try not to hit the arteries when we need to sleep in the room you soil."

Tyro'din has been acting quite strange since he returned, Mikkel has been meaning to talk to him about that. For now, though, Mikkel picked up the pieces of the body Tyro'din had left, shoved them into the bag. When taking care of the corpse, Mikkel drew his lightsaber and carefully cut the limbs off and the torso into reasonable pieces before shoving everything into the bag. "Be right back," Mikkel said as he left the suite with the bag.

Throwing the bag into a dumpster behind the building, Mikkel cut a hole in the thermite bag and evenly covered the plastic bag containing the corpse. Once that was done, Mikkel reached in and ignited his saber to touch the thermite and set the body ablaze. Closing the lid on the dumpster, Mikkel holstered his lightsaber and went up to check on [member="Tyro'din"].

 

[Delyna Karthoys Haymire]

The hallway went silent, everything went silent. She just lay there, waiting. Minutes passed. They really needed more servitors up this way, why had she chosen the most isolated corridor for her ritual? It would have been nice to be able to get on with her day. Send out the information, all that. Suddenly, she gasped for air as control of her body returned to her, and she climbed up to a stance. Delyna brushed off her robes and continued down the path, with the helm of the star ship as her destination.

Headaches had started to bug her regularly. Tiredness too. Delyna needed to tend more to her meditations and proper rituals, but this faction was a quick moving one. Always on the move. You needed to be fast to keep up or you would be a hindrance.

There she was, at the helm. A busy place by starship standards, but it did not phase her much. She had been asked to deliver her reports straight to the head of the snake. And so she would. "Host lord [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] , I believe I have gathered enough information for it to be worth your time. Do you have a moment?"