The Zarnathean Civil War: An Outer Rim Standoff

[Samka Derith]

Name: Samka Derith​

Objective 1: Directive Hold Fort​

Location: Outskirts of Nar'iin city​

"And this is the main supply route in and out of the city?" Sam quizzed the Nar'iin warrior with her who nodded in response. This would not do. The road before her was surrounded thick jungle canopy on both sides, just the kind of environment the Vax rebels melt into. Raiding the cities supply routes could cause problems, the soldiers could run low on weapons or worse lead to a city wide food shortage which in turn may lead to more rioting. The First Order's control of the skies was still uncontested so supply could be shipped in that way but it presented further logistical challenges the Order would rather avoid.

"I'll see what I can do to give armed convoy escorts to your vehicles and perhaps we can burn away some of that jungle as well," and with that she turned to inspect the sentry tower overlooking the road.

​Samka Derith was here to insure that the city was adequately capable of defending against prolonged guerrilla warfare. Hopefully their forces would rout the Vox resistance quickly but they had to be prepared for the worst case scenario. Truthfully if the city were to be attacked, she suspected it would be the work of traitors and Vox sympathisers from within the walls rather than outside it which is why she would move to examine internal security after her perimeter check.

 

[Zef Halo]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9FmOc0ofGc​

Objective I: Directive Hold Fort
Location: Nar'iin First Order Communications Post #1
Enemies: Whoever.

Hundreds of years ago, he had fought for the ancestors of this Order. The so-called First Order that proclaimed their cause as the legitimate heir of the Galactic Empire. Dagon had fought side by side with stormtroopers against the threats of the Empire, he had lead stormtroopers, walkers and commandos. He had been part of the machine that was the Galactic Empire, he was bred within its ranks as an Emperor's Hand.

And this is why he did not shed no tears nor regret at what he was to do.

He was an Emperor's Hand, the Emperor was long gone. And even as an Emperor's Hand he had often been employed to exterminate possible rebel cells within their ranks or those that might be more loyal to a moff rather than the Emperor himself. The Zambrano had fought side by side with stormtroopers as much as he had executed them. Ironic.

The black-haired man was employed to disrupt the First Order's interference in this ongoing conflict between two native species of this planet. Disruption was something he had been well taught to do.

Silently moving through the streets of the city, his cloak covering his face and cryoban carbine on his back, Dagon made his way towards a vital location for the First Order's forces - a communication outpost.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Name: Rexus Wenck
Objective: 1: Securing the First Order's presence.
Location: Main Gate Of Nar'Tan State University.

"You have a good one sir." The stormtrooper lieutenant called out after him, before turning on his two colleagues, "The kark were you thinking Willard?" he asked, smacking the trooper upside the helmet, so it fell off. Willard immediately bent over, trying to pick it up, but found a foot in his rear insteasd. This sent him sprawling into the cobbled street. "Do anything like that again trooper and I'll have you cleaning latrines in a jungle camp, understood?!"

"Y-yes sir!" Willard yelped.

Rexus reared on the other stormtrooper, "Keep your friend in line here. The moment we start fooling around here, is the moment we get karked, understood? This mans army needs to be on alert at all times. No jerking off!"

"Yessir!" The stormtrooper called out, saluting. Rexus turned his back, to them, and made his way back to the pillboxes, he was about to yell at the new civilian standing there, when he heard the name "DuSang". His demeanour became rigid. He looked at the man with his eyes and assessed him.

"Ah, Mister DuSang, your reputation precedes you sir." He saluted, "It's a pleasure to have you aboard. Our troops are right now in the process of establishing a series of outposts around the city, and securing major government buildings. If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to keep you around here while we still fortify things. If your rep is nearly as good as they say it is, I'd like to use you as an asset of sorts."

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The Nar'iin military established a number of outposts in key locations. One of the more fortified locations, was the marketplace. As the bazaar shops closed up, three squads of stormtroopers and six Nar'iin squads set up a communications outpost in one of the open squares. They were busy, blocking it off with barricades. Overlooking them were two antiquated AT-ST's, restored recently with First Order spare parts and engineering, As the robed figure approached, the captain of one of the stormtrooper squads walked to him. "Civilian, we apologize for the inconvenience, but this area is off limits. We advise you take Shi'garn street if you wanted to get to West Avenue."

[member="Dagon Zambrano"] [member="Viktor DuSang"]

 

[Viktor DuSang]

Name: Viktor DuSang
Objective: 1: Securing the First Order's presence.
Location: Main Gate Of Nar'Tan State University.

The young noble momentarily froze before shaking the Lieutenant's hand. He had a reputation? "Please, Lieutenant, just call me Viktor." If there was one thing he despised, it was being referred to as 'Mr. DuSang.' But, that was an irritation that was nearly bred into him. He listened to what the man had to say, and nodded in response.

"If here is where you need me, then here is where I shall be." he said with a smile. He couldn't help but wonder what his reputation was. Or if he were being mistaken for his father. He fumbled in his pockets, producing a pack of Coruscanti cloves. He pulled one out, lighting it up. "Do you smoke, Lieutenant?" he asked, offering the man one.

A cold shiver ran up his spine, and he exhaled the smoke slowly. He couldn't shake the encroaching dread that seemed to be blanketing the scene. Things had come to a head here, and it had gained Galactic recognition. It was the First Order's prerogative to restore order, but others would surely come in order to undermine that effort.

They would be ready.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Name: Rexus Wenck
Objective: 1: Making Friendo's.
Location: Main Gate Of Nar'Tan State University.

"I do sir, but I can't, not right now. Just had one." The lieutenant said, looking at the newcomer, "So, where you before this?" The stormtrooper asked, leaning back against the pillbox again. "And how'd you find the place so far? Got yourself one of the rooms here yet?" He asked, "I'd be quick with that, or else you'll end up in the frathouse." The lieutenant chuckled, "Corporal, have a drink?" he asked one of the Nar'iin soldiers nearby.

The male nodded, and took a canteen of water from his belt, passing it to the stormtrooper. "Cheers to you sir." He bowed his head, a sign of respect among their species, before sipping on it. "Mm, don't know what it is, but water here's way nice than Dosuun."

[member="Viktor DuSang"]

 

[Aerion Ivelisse]

Location: Within a quarter mile of University.
Objective: 1
Secondary Objective: Not giving a Kark.
Padawan Streetgang: [member="Tegan Katarn"], maybe [member="Callia Rodez"]
Potential Enemies: [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Viktor DuSang"]

For some days Young Ivelisse and other members of his apparent 'Padawan Pack' were on Zarnathea. There was a call for aide from the people of the planet for a long time, and it had only been recent that the First Order had moved such a large military force to the planet.

But his team were Jedi. For... The most part. He'd say the same of himself, but he had plenty of learning to do, at least when it came to bringing his emotions under control. It wasn't rage, and anger. But it was more a certain need that couldn't be fixed without actually performing the act. The act of what? Well, in times of combat it came close that the animal within would be released. It hadn't yet, perhaps it was the training of his Father that had disciplined him to release the beast, but he couldn't remember the last time he had been pushed over his limits.

Within a building close to the University, Aerion sent a hand through his hair.

Lovely hair.

One hand gathered the dreadlocks and bunched them together, holding tightly as his other hand expanded with the band in hand and stuffing the back end of the dreads into the band and tying it off. A makeshift ponytail, to keep the dreads from bouncing into his eyes in the coming hours.

"The Vax told us of a way into the University -- The sewers," he briefed them. There were a handful of Vax with them at that moment, their guides, hardened warriors in the past rebellions and revolutions they had attempted to incite. "The Vax will lead us there, but we'll clear the way." Without identification as being affiliates of the Galactic Alliance they were safe in operating in such a way. "We'll break them from within."

He rolled his shoulders as he pulled the black cloak over his dark skin features.

"We'll make this First Order, the Last Order."

The door to the building opened, and he led them outside into the surrounding neighbourhood.

 

[Progflaw99]

Rolf narrowed his eyes. It had been a quick call for the orbital strike into the forest line. It couldn't be said the man before him, Rick Müller, was gun-shy. Rolf loved having air support, but wasn't terribly familiar with orbital bombardment. If he suspected, his own troops would be wondering what exactly the hell that was about to rain down was all about. He sent off a quick heads up over his commlink in his helmet. Turning back to Mr. Müller he nodded and motioned for him to follow.

"Mr. Müller. Rolf Amsel, Sergeant. First Order Infantry, if that wasn't apparent." He chuckled.

As if the armor wasn't a dead giveaway, oh well. He'd always been one for formality when it was warranted. That being said he was unsure of exactly what to expect. He'd had two assignees on this particular mission now, one of the Ren and an FOSB agent. He shrugged it off as his feet took him over to one of the more fortified outpost positions, a large E-Web style blaster mounted in a hasty bunker. His small squad were busy digging a small trench network along the inner edge of the wire. While they'd have tents for billeting, they could never be too careful, a trench network would increase their defend-ability considering the less than ideal location of the forward operating base. As he approached his men looked up, their shovels temporarily pausing as he addressed them.

"Men, this is Mr. Müller. He'll be attached with us this cycle. You know what I expect of you. We've also been assigned a neophyte from the Order of Ren. She's here as an attache, not as oversight, so don't get too riled."

With a curt nod, the men began to get back to digging their trench. The trench would be deep enough to take cover in, wide enough to navigate through without much issue considering their armor. At the bottom, a nice grenade sump could be seen taking shape. If nothing else, these men knew how to do the dirty work. The rest they'd have to wait till the next morning on their patrol to test...

[member="Rick Müller"] | [member="Saki Lin"]​

 

[Saki lin]

A orbital strike? I guess one way to make sure nothing is there is to obliterate anything marked in that target area....seemed a bit over kill but she wasn't excatky the military minded girl...at least not fully she understood enough she could learn

She followed [member="Rolf Amsel"] not close further back so she gave him room to speak with crowding him up it was simplya nice thing to do especially in war time made it so you couldn't take out two people at once...at least that's her thought process

She stepped forward when she was introduced as she bowed and rose" as he said I'm not here to observe and report I'm here to fight along side you as a equal I do hope to serve well with you"she said as she looked around then to rick" sir is there anything you want me to do I'm quite skilled in many things my biggest being engineering
[member="Rick Müller"]

 

[Vesmar Colton]

Name: Vesmar
Primary objective: Fulfill all assigned tasks without dying.
Secondary Objective: Action Jungle Storm
Tertiary objective: Get myself on the radar.
Location: One quarter klick from the University exactly.

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective I: Directive Hold Fort
Location: Nar'iin First Order Communications Post #1
Enemies: Whoever; [member="Rexus Wenck"]

The Zambrano halted his movement as the stormtroopers approached him and informed him of the closure of the area where he had been headed to. Expected, they were setting up checkpoints most likely or the least what they were doing was securing their points of 'interest' with enough firepower. He remained silent and took a look around the area that was being closed out. Numerous soldiers, both stormtroopers and locals, and two AT-STs were fixed on where the Hand was currently standing.

It was certainly an overkill and had Dagon reconsider his options. His eyes fell upon the buildings around. Living quarters and various establishments. He had one advantage though, as the area was literally a square, the buildings around it had higher floors that faced down upon the square. His first course of action was to disrupt their communication from a further point if possible. He had the gear for that and he had to try and see if it would suffice. Otherwise, it meant he had to go in close.

"Of course, officer."

He nodded to the stormtrooper and took to the right away from the blocked area. Dagon's focus was now all about finding the right building and getting a vantage point.

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Name: Carlyle Rausgeber
Location: Resurgent-class Star Destroyer Vindicator
Objective: Fire Support For [member="Rick Müller"]

"Sir, we've receieved a fire support order from camp four." The comms technician reported, "They want us to bombard the north side of the camp. We're to wipe out foliage."

"Any reason?" The captain asked, strolling across the bridge to the comms technician, "Are they under attack?"

"No sir, not yet. It's a preventative measure." The comms technician added.

"Well then," Rausgeber looked to the Chief Gunnery Officer, "Lieutenant, prepare your men for immediate fire support."

"Yes sir!" The officer responded, getting to his terminal, and begin to coordinate.

"Comms, alert camp three that fire support is imminent." Rausgeber commanded.


"Yes Captain." The technician responded, "FOSB camp three, this is Vindicator, your request for fire support has been recieved. Stand by for salvo."

Carlyle watched the Gunnery Officer prepare the guns, and saw the target on his console. "Fire when ready."

"Yes sir." The officer responded, "Give 'em hell boys."

The screen flashed orange as three concise blasts from a heavier turbolaser hit the jungle, igniting the plants about three hundred meters from the camps perimeter. All that was left of that area was a smouldering crater. "Mission success boys, let's listen in for any chatter."

 

[Mav Halo]

Location: The Vax Rebel Headquarters
Objective: 1
Secondary Objective: Devise Alternative Route
Allies: [member="Aerion Ivelisse"], [member="Tegan Katarn"], Vax Rebels | Various
Enemies: Womp Rat Fever, most likely.

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“The sewers.” The Tapani noble repeated flatly as she studied the city holo map that hung before them, scouring the ethereal appearing streets for some sort of alternative route. In vain, it seemed. As loathe as she might have been to voice such an opinion aloud, the First Order and their conspirators had done a good job of locking down the city. A tiny grimace marred at her otherwise picturesque features as she struck out once again. Yes, they had been almost too good, in fact. “Why does it always have to be the sewers with you people?”

In the Cadriaan province, one could reasonably expect to be able to sneak in relative comfort through the various secret passages and escape tunnels that wove through the domains of the noble houses. Here you were relegated to traversing dingy cesspits, wading through…

Ashes, it didn’t even bear thinking about.

“So be it,” Callia gave a resigned nod; the gesture so minute it was almost lost between heartbeats. Another indignity placed upon her shoulders by the Galactic Alliance. Not that, officially, the GA had any hand in this, of course. “We should proceed with caution, however. If the Vax know about these routes, there is a good chance someone in the enemy camp will share this information. Sewers are not known for being spacious – the last thing we need is to be caught in a firefight down there.”

She paused, her gaze shifting towards their allies, eyes darkening for a second before returning to her fellow Jedi. For a moment it almost seemed like she wanted to say something else, yet the words remained still on her tongue. Instead she merely adjusted the hem of her rough-spun travelling cloak, pulling the dark blue hood up to conceal the upper portion of her face within a pool of shadow, trusting that it would sufficiently obscure her identity in the conflict to come.

Unless they happened to be extremely well versed in the noble scions of the Tapani Houses, she doubted anyone would have recognised her in any event.

Following closely on Aerion’s heels as they exited the building the rebels had transformed into their makeshift headquarters, Callia waited until there was a slight distance between the infiltrators and their guides before speaking up once more. “I think you are dangerously overestimating our position and strength here, Ivelisse.” Her voice was low to the point it was almost a whisper; a purposeful concession given their present company. The Vax certainly had heart, but it was worth remembering that it ultimately beat for their own planet and people alone. “As it stands, we can perhaps cause a temporary disruption at best. Bloody their nose, yes. Break them, no. This so called First Order is not some simple street gang. Military doctrine is their trade; one you would be remiss not to recognise their skill in.”

 

[Atin Vendet]

Objective: III
Side: First Order Mercenary
Callsign: Oxide Actual


The Mandalorian Mercenary smiled, and got a birds eye view through his drone at the destructive firepower birthed from space. Plants and animals alike vaporized into fine atoms, and the heat alone nearly burned the paint off of his drone as the shock wave and detonations rumbled across the landscape. However, this meant that any thermals were now plagued by the intensely heated and glassed earth, and relatively useless. Regardless, he was confident that nothing had survived the blast.

He wished that the jungles weren't so wet, so the flames could eat away at the foliage and allow the superior technology provided to hit at an advantage. Atin bit his lip for a moment, in thought. [member="Saki lin"] , [member="Rolf Amsel"] , and @Rick Müller seemed to be occupied. Boredom was often one of his most disadvantageous personality traits, and the Mandalorian had to look for creative ways to make good use of his time. Besides, he was on the clock, and he had a reputation to maintain.

A nagging feeling in his skull gave him doubt on the success of the strike. The least he could do was go take a look. Atin doubted the first order would personally care about his well being enough to stop him from going on his own, or care enough to have the constant feedback from some random hired gun. With that, the Mandalorian sent Deezee back into overwatch, and departed the gates of the FOB to go on a patrol through the crispy cinders of the orbital strike area.

 

[Krenis Skirata]

Objective: Destabilize First Order Occupation
Opponents: [member="Rexus Wenck"] @@Viktor DuSang [member="Samka Derith"]
Allies: [member="Dagon Zambrano"] [member="Aerion Ivelisse"] [member="Tegan Katarn"] [member="Callia Rodez"]
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Krenis double locked the door and cast a quick glance out the window. Nobody around, either that he could see or had been spotted on the house security systems. They were hardly fancy, but they were enough for observation and alarms should anything happen. Then he strode into the basement where a protocol droid and a pile of crates waited for him. Krenis nodded and leaned against the doorway.

"What have you got?" No need for names or other information. Just the bare bones. It was safer that way, to know little of how the proper resistance operates or who was a part of it. Or where the droid came from or was involved with.

"Well, sir," The droid answered in its metallic voice, "All furniture shipments have been delivered and arranged as you ordered." Krenis gave a nod and moved over towards the crates. "The merchant also had a message for you about the procurement of further collectible items." The droid handed over a datapad, which Krenis grabbed and sifted through it. A Vax assisted strike was to happen on the university through the sewers that night. Other agents of the resistance were abroad to begin striking. Their role was to cause as much damage as possible as a distraction while the Free Vax sympathizers tapped into their communications.

That he could manage quite well. Krenis nodded to the droid, who bowed and left, before turning to the crates. First, off came the disguise- the elaborate robes and make-up included. Those were set carefully on a nearby table. Then his attention turned to open the crates. Old furniture, yes, but also hidden inside, his equipment. First the eukar'gam armor, then the Czerka sniper rifle, his Westar rifle, and a twin pair of heavy blaster pistols. Then ammunition for all, with the sniper rifle including incendiary and explosive rounds as well as basic ammunition. Explosives for the under-slung missile launcher on the Westar. Then the beskad.

It was almost the full kit of a Mandalorian. Krenis couldn't afford another suit of beskar'gam, not yet anyways. His own from long ago had been taken and melted down by the Galactic Empire. The Empire these First Order besoms so desired to emulate. Never forgotten and never forgiven, and as the parents committed the crime, so too would the children be held responsible, because there was nobody left for revenge. That would begin tonight.

He suited up in his armor and strapped on his weapons, running through a systems check on his armor. All was green. The time had come for the shadow warriors to arise and take back what was theirs. He strode up to the attic of the house, and looked through a window. Lights flashed far and away beyond the atmosphere, and Krenis magnified the view, but they were already gone, being far from the city and originating in space. Turbolasers, perhaps? Had they already called down orbital bombardment? Maybe things had gone more quickly than he had anticipated, or the Vax had led a larger attack than expected.

Either way, it would warrant caution. Not even Mandalorian armor would survive a turbolaser blast, even if made from full beskar. He opened the window and stepped out onto the roof, dropping to a crouch. His armor shifted colors to match urban camouflage and he was off on the hunt. Jumping from roof to roof, landing with a hard roll. Paranoia was a two-edged sword. It made the occupying force jumpier and quicker to retaliate, but it also drained their will to fight. The job of the resistance was to capitalize upon that without taking it too far.

So small strikes to pick away at their hearts. Quiet dread that something might be waiting for them, as some predator waits for its prey. Beneath his helmet, Krenis smiled and moved to a different roof. A wuick scan of the cityscape revealed all was quiet, although the marketplace was locked down. Squads of soldiers and two AT-STs, improved version of GAR walkers. Heavier armor, enclosed cockpit, more weapons. They were not things he had any desire of engaging with at this point. Yes, he probably could, if done properly and from range.

From range. Now that was an idea. He stood and ran across the roof again, with only a slight clanking from his armor, until he could down a street to the marketplace. His range-finder read 900 meters. Far enough away to leave some question as to where he was. Then he stopped. No, rebels were trying to tap into communications tonight. Nothing could be done to increase the protection of communication centers. While it was a tempting target, and one that would certainly make an impact, he needed something else. He stood and departed, staying low and making his way to different part of the city.

Patrols in the night. Krenis dropped to his stomach as a patrol passed along the street beneath him. If they were to vanish, well, that would spook them. It would have to be done carefully. Very carefully, with more observation.

As the patrol made their way along the street, Krenis trailed several hundred meters behind them.

 

[Aerion Ivelisse]

Location: Da Hood, Close to University
Allies: [member="Callia Rodez"], [member="Tegan Katarn"],
Enemies: [member="Rexus Wenck"], @First Order

Aerion was by no means a leader, at least, that's what he'd have people believe. The reason why he was at the head of this mission was being he was the shortest, when it came to words anyway. No speeches, just straight to the point information. Sure the mission didn't expressly have time constraints, but it'd be easier to perform the faster it went, and with his size, he appeared to be quite imposing. He just had one of those faces you know, like, 'don't talk to me or I'll break your skull,' sort of face.

Best kind of appearance for a Jedi.

An even better one to make friends with.

"Did you just come to point out the flaws of the plan, Callia?" He didn't turn his head to look at her. His eyes flicked across the street they were due to cross. The street that would bring them to the University, around the side of it and eventually down. There was a pause as he signalled for the stop, finally turning his head to look her dead in the eyes, light blue eyes glinting in the dim light as he said, "I know what it's like to lose your home to invaders." And with that, he turned away from her again as he finished off with, "This is the mission."

Even if it's just me, I'll do it.

He clenched his right hand into a tight fist as he said, "Move."

And then he started across the street.

 

[Davin Jusik]

Objective Drei
Allies: Atin Vendet Rolf Amsel Saki lin Carlyle Rausgeber

Enemies: Solan Charr Akhilleus

Amin's com buzzed with the confirmation from the Naval Assets in place above them as he followed the Stormtrooper NCO to his own little piece of paradise. Rolf introduced the Agent and the Knight of Ren quickly and before Amin could give a proper response the sound of turbolaser screeching through atmosphere drew all eyes in the area towards a portion of jungle that suddenly became engulfed in an explosion of bright orange. Many of the troopers ducked at the sudden, slightly terrifying display of firepower before giving variations of shouts and whistles in response. Amin smiled and gave a few claps himself before responding to the Space Squids.

"Nice one boys. Much appreciated."

The Mando merc watched along with the others before trudging off in the general direction of the strike, presumably to scout out it's effects. Stormtroopers who'd already finished their emplacements watched with weapons trained as they scanned the newly changed environment. Amin briefly gave thought to the possibility that the Knight of Ren had been off before dismissing his doubts. It didn't really matter either way. He returned his attentions to the troopers before him.

"I'm not here to Bogart command from your Sgt here, you'll all just be accompanying me tomorrow morning on a nice little stroll through a few of these barbarians settlements. I don't need to tell you how to do your jobs so I'm not going to waste anyone's time." Amin said quickly and with a polite smile. "See you all at 0400."

He gave Rolf a nod before trudging off towards a tent that had been set up for himself by a few grunts before he'd arrived, to pour over a few last minute details before the coming operation.