This Day We Fight! (Iron Empire Tier 3 Dominion Ilum Hex)

[Bato Golden]

Objective: Earn A Standing Ovation (Also Arrest Ex- OS Official)
Location: A popular theatre, Ilum
Post: 1 of 38

As he sat inside the smallest dressing room he'd ever been in, Bato couldn't help but smile. He was absolutely thrilled.

First; the Iron Empire asked for his help - his help! - in capturing a former One Sith agent or whatever. Bet you those A - List karkers don't get invited to play super spy. Even better, he was performing A Hunter's FInale , which as everyone knows, is a time honored classic. Sure, he wasn't given the leading role, but that was purely because he had a job to do. Probably.

Plus, wasn't his agent always telling him to try a few smaller projects, or do some community outreach? Technically, this was two birds with one stone. The stone was simply minor undercover police work, in this case. Bato had played an undercover detective before, so how hard could it be?

He gave his costume a quick once over. It was blue and green imitation of Mandalorian armor, and while it was bulky, he was due to be maimed in the first act. His character would only return for the third act's finale, giving him plenty of time to change costumes, and perhaps even get some work done.

"Mr. Golden?" called one of the stagehands from outside the dressing room. "You're on in five."

"I'll be right out!" Bato took a deep breath to compose himself, and put on his helmet. This might just be the role of a lifetime.

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Aster’s Manor on Csilla
Post: #7
Objective: Fashion

Being called a fashion genius was enough to make Joza grin ear to ear for a moment before reigning herself in. The Stun Pearls had been quietly released to preferred sellers, and field tested with Zeta Unit beforehand. She was glad that someone other than herself appreciated the covert design, giving them the utility of being easily concealed or carried through security in plain sight. “Of course, Miss Baelor. I’m working on an EMP version for droids as well, should I contact you when those are ready for sale?”

At the mention of the next step, Joza placed her teacup down onto the coffee table, adjusting it so that it sat well in its accompanying saucer. “If I may be so forward, he next step would be measurements—for both you and your bodyguards.” With great dexterity, she produced a wound measuring tape from her purse—one would think she’d known exactly where she’d placed it. “Once I’ve taken those, I can get to work on designs. I trust that holomail correspondence will suffice for that? Of course, I could do a few in-person visits as well. As much as I’d love to hang around your lovely manor, the trip is quite far.” And I’ve got a child at home. Still, she laughed good-naturedly. Balancing business and her personal life could be tricky at times.

[member="Aster Rose Baelor"]

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Objective 4: The Ghosts of Schesa
Location: Alpha Shuttle crash site - Schesa
Allies: The Order of the Righteous Flame
Enemies: The Environment | Sith Ground Forces
Post: 5 / 38

The strikes of blaster fire rang out through the damaged hull of the shuttle, the few that had not be out right killed or knocked unconscious in the initial crash were not stuck dealing with a numerically superior force; as well as their own wounded that would need to be moved. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she peeked out through the hole in the side of the shuttle before pulling her head back. A blaster bolt slamming into the opposite, interior wall of the shuttle.

"Kark!"

The sharp word tore pass her lips as she groaned, holding her side for a moment and looking at the minor wound. Looking around the compartment, a soft smirk crossed her lips. There before her was exactly what she needed. Keeping low, she pulled the heavy weapon towards her, pulling off the pan magazine and checking it over. Another quick glance at the weapon was all she needed to know that it was, surprisingly, undamaged from the crash.

"Find me another or any ammunition you can. This old thing may just save our lives."

The Knight next to her nodded before slipping down into the shuttle, looking for another weapon or pan magazine. She ran her hand along the barrel of the M44/Mg before she propped it up against the hole she had been peeking out of. Pulling back on the lever, she leveled it at the first group of sith soldiers converging on the shuttle.

A squeeze of the lever was all that was needed as the weapon screeched to life. The sounds of the rounds striking bodies and debris thudded out like thunder. Her eyes narrowing as they fell upon the dense shimmering cloud. A couple of the Sith were keeled over in pain from the round striking them, the others looked on in confusion. A resounding 'thunk', called out as a burning flare soared through the air; and in that moment they realized what was about to happen as those behind called out to their comrades to run.

In a moment that dense, shimmering cloud flared into an inferno and the screaming pain of the burning soldiers could be heard as they cried out. The cloud engulfed them and tore the oxygen from their lungs. The woman smirked as she patted the side of the weapon before leveling it on the second squad that had halted their advanced and looked on in terror. Those that saw it threw themselves out of the way when the frangible rounds tore through the air. A few were unlucky and struck, knocking them over.

'Thunk!'

That noise again, the noise that now became a terrifying reminder of what was to come, echoed in their ears. The second cloud burst into an inferno and the men fell in pain and agony. The weapon however provided the exact effect that she needed to push the enemy away. Those that had been advancing stopped completely and refused to push on. Others attempted what they could to put out their comrades and drag their bodies away from the line of fire. For now though the shuttle had a minor reprieve.

"Quick, get our wounded out of here. I'll hold them for now. Collect what you can and move to that second shuttle."

"Ma'am?"

"Go! Now!"

"Yes ma'am!"

The Knight nodded before turning to help those that could move out of the shuttle. She let loose a heavy sigh at the sight of just how many she had lost. Her own wound more of an annoyance than anything as she turned her attention back to the Sith. They had stopped, and it was more than likely because of the terror of her weapon. Another burst of rounds tore into the air, thudding against the various surfaces to kick out their cloud. 'Thunk', once more called out as the cloud burst into flame.

They were safe, for now...


Order of the Righteous Flame Forces:

• (1) Cardinal class Corvette
  (0/2) Shuttles - Downed by Planetary Weapons Fire
• (1) Special Missions Platoon (50 Knights)
  Engineering Section (20 Knights)
  ​Alpha Shuttle Site (5/10 Knights)
• Beta Shuttle Site (?/10 Knights)

[*]Heavy Weapons Section (10 Knights)

• ​Alpha Shuttle Site (3/5 Knights)
• Beta Shuttle Site (?/5 Knights)

[*]Sharpshooter Section (20 Knights)

• ​Alpha Shuttle Site (6/10 Knights)
• Beta Shuttle Site (?/10 Knights)

 

[Kenrath]

Objective 3: Evacuate Civilians and Capture One Sith loyalists
Location: Secure Ilum
Posts: 5
Allies: [member="Garm Berik"] [member="Zeradias Mant"] [member="Damon Grisom"] [member="Vinten Veers"]
Equipment and Troops: Infantry X128 with http://starwarsrp.ne...infantry-armor/and http://starwarsrp.ne...-blaster-rifle/

Viktor turned back to focus on the operation at hand. He looked at readouts and comm chatter with Captain Stanforth across from him doing the same.

"Sir all units have reached the first way point. Reporting indigenous creatures but no hostile troops."

Viktor nodded.

"Very good let's hope our luck holds out. Have them hold at the first way point and push out scouts. We are going to need some solid intel to not only act on but report up the chain. Trust me having nothing to report is usually interpreted as incompetence on our part. Politics is a dirty business."

He turned back towards the display as Captain Stanforth pushed out updated orders to the units in the field.

 

[Zeradias Mant]

Objective: III
Location: ISV Retribution, Ornfra, High Orbit
Post: 12/38

So it began. The alarm deactivated, though the lights continued to flash.

"Bring us around to their port side, fire all turbolasers.​", he ordered. When the TAO echoed his order, the ship rocked slightly as the massive turbolaser batteries began commencing fire on their lead corvette. The effect was immediate. The enemy vessels broke formation in a foolish attempt to surround the ISV Retribution and divide her fire.

Zeradias observed out the bridge as the situation developed. The corvettes began firing on the heavy cruiser, but the shields were too strong. It was a feeble attempt to show that their movement stood for something and they wouldn't be trampled on. Except that's exactly what was going to happen. "Dispatch the bombers with fighter escorts. Harass that ship until we can concentrate fire on it.​", the rear admiral ordered.

The corvettes continued to move, almost rapidly, but they were quite slow for a ship of their size. The Sons of Csilla must not have had very good funding, especially after the Iron Empire's little raid.

IRON EMPIRE
ISV Retribution (heavy cruiser, flagship)
[96%] Shields
[100%] Hull
Hangar
x2 Iron Wrath bombers [2/2]
x6 Iron Wrath fighters [6/6]
x4 Iron Wrath interceptors

SONS OF CSILLA
Liberator (corvette, flagship)
[46%] Shields
[100%] Hull
Spirit of Freedom (corvette)
[90%] Shields
[100%] Hull
Tyrant's Terror (corvette)
[99%] Shields
[100%] Hull

[member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Bato Golden"] | [member="Horus"] | [member="Horus the Blind"] | [member="Iain Gilmour"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Ket Van-Derveld"] | [member="Lyle Baelor"] | [member="Samuel Baelor"] | [member="Songbird"] | [member="Vessel of Carnifex"] | [member="Vinten Veers"] | [member="Viktor Alexander"]

 

[Bato Golden]

Objective: Earn A Standing Ovation (Also Arrest Ex- OS Official)
Location: A popular theatre, Ilum
Post: 2 of 38

"Find him, ad'ika. Find him," Bato croaked, collapsing in the lead actor's arms. The stage lights dimmed as the lead howled in agony, and the curtains closed, dulling the sound of the audience's applause.

Then Bato Golden stood up. He reached down and helped the lead to his feet as well, and the two actors were quickly ushered off stage. Intermissions only lasted so long, and he really needed to get out of this costume. The harsh heat from the stage lights were bad enough, but the thick costumed armor trapped in heat incredibly well. He wiped beads of sweat from his forehead as one of the stagehands handed him a bottle of water. When he put the bottle to his lips, he noticed a light brown fluid was trailing down the back of his arm. His makeup was running.

Less than two minutes later, Bato was out of his fake armor and back inside his cooled dressing room. He took out a datapad and stared at the picture on it. According to his very limited but still very cloak and dagger briefing, the man on the datapad was Bough Ingram, theatre regular and former One Sith councilor. Apparently, there was also an undercover ISB agent somewhere around, but he was simply supervising, and Bato had no idea who he was. Or she. Or it. Maybe they sent a droid.

He got up from his chair and shoved the datapad deep into his coat pocket. If the guy was a regular, he shouldn't have any trouble striking up a conversation. He could improvise from there, probably. Whatever the case, it was time to get to work.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Objective: Meet the Iron Empire [Sith Temple]

[member="Reinhard Baelor"] | [member="Annaliese"]

[2]

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He could just make of the flashing of light in the sky as turbolasers zinged toward a fleet of ships, someone had come to play, who they were he had no clue. It seemed he had been caught in the midst of some battle or incursion and since Ilum is close to Iron Empire space, he hazarded a guess one of the parties might be them. However, the arrival of the fleet had not gone unnoticed by the Sith in the Temple and some of them came out to see for themselves. Once more watching them through his binoculars, some of them ran away in fear of their lives or simply out of self interest .. typical Sith. But they did not get far, and were soon cut down for their insurrection with a bolt in the back.

There was one who seemed to be the leader, it was hard to tell at this distance, but Théo sensed him strong in the darkside and before he could do a thing about his presence in the force, this Sith turned his head in his direction. It felt like needles in his mind, penetrating seeking him out but Théo's mind barriers went up in an instant, a skill learned from his master from an early age in the Silver Academy. But it was too late, his location was known as was his presence and he watch as the Sith raised his arm pointing toward him.

"Oh, looks like I have company". Five dark figures began to run across the icy landscape toward him. Raising his arm and opening a commlink to [member="Kiriko"], "I might be delayed returning to you", nothing, no response but Théo knew his padawan all too well and this time of year for him renders him incapacitated with sleep. It was probably for the best the young cub was not here, Théo would need back up if things go pear shaped. He patched through his last location just in case.

Théo pushed off the ground and headed down behind the slope making his way to higher ground, if these darksiders want a fight, which they would, he would at least have some advantage.

 

[Zak Dymo]

Post 2 of 38
Objective: 4 - Adventure! ...maybe later.
Location: Surface of the planet Ilum

Bleep boop.

A soft, round ear twitched slightly.

Bleep boop.

Rolling over, the bear shuffled from side to side as it got comfortable. A contented sigh-snort rumbling from the short snout as the cub drifted back to...

Bleep boop.

Oh, bloody hell, what was it now? Craning his head up, the cub brushed the snow and ice from off his comlink, which was chirping up a storm because he had an unread message. Really, what was the point of having an answering machine if the blasted thing wouldn't let you sleep in?

Or sleep out, as it were.

Or just sleep at all.

"I might be delayed returning to you"

Well, he sounded happy. Probably found the ghost of Sithmas Past, and had set off to restore balance to the Force by means of waving his lightsaber around.

Rolling over, the cub came up on all four paws. The shaking started at the shoulders and worked itself back to his tail. Then, he started off, looking for landscapes to sketch and draw.

 

[Krayzen Dratos]

Post: 1
Objectives: Attack The One Sith Temple in Illum
Location: Sith Temple In Illum
Gear: Cybernetics, Two lightsabers, Flechette Pistol, Mandalorian Ripper.

"My Lord, we have arrived." Krayzen stated, the Iron Knight cracking his knuckles in the process. The Anzat was rarely nervous, but at this instance, he was. Illum was a noted Jedi world, and he could feel a light-side nexus emitting from the world. Krayzen was not aware of anyone that knew of his weakness except being blind, which he couldn't hide because it was a visible weakness. He could give off a sense off his force signature of being 'broken' dark-side user, but if it made people underestimate him, he welcomed it. If there was any time to apply the "my chains are broken part." of the Sith Code, it was now, as he wished to challenge himself, perhaps to quickly.

The Anzat arrived in his shuttle, and as he descended to the surface, he began to feel like he had felt before when he dueled Theodred, the feeling of gasping of air. The difference was that this feeling came quickly, and it lasted much more longer. It was not like he was actually gasping for air, but being able to use the dark-side of the force, while knowing you could never touch the light was....odd. Perhaps he could learn some Nightsister magics to supplement it, but for now he only had his previous skill set, and his tenacity to push through.

When the exit hatch opened, the Anzat immediately knelt down, touching his chest as he breathed erratically. He then stepped up with one foot, not however without extreme difficulty. "Maintain....your...distance." he stated, struggling to speak. Krayzen then fortunately had told them that he would send a distress signal when he left.

Krayzen remembered his Sith teachings, the Broken General knowing once he reached the Sith temple, he would be in a dark-side nexus due to the amount of dark-siders there, or due to the frequent usage of dark-side alchemy, etc. Krayzen then stood up, and walked, the former Sith Knight seeing the temple visually. As he talk smaller steps, he remembered his mission, which was to destroy any Sith Knights, and dark-siders.

 

[Krayzen Dratos]

Post 2
Objectives: Attack The One Sith Temple in Illum
Location: Sith Temple In Illum
Gear: Cybernetics, Two lightsabers, Flechette Pistol, Mandalorian Ripper.

As the Broken General continued to walk, he could hear screams, voices, etc all telling him he had failed in while he was a One Sith General. "Your a traitor", "you made as die useless deaths" were among the statements that Krayzen heard. While before, they affected him during the day, they now normally affected him at night. He hated feeling it though, as it sometimes made him regret ever joining the One Sith in the first place. The Anzat had enough of a strong will to continue pushing through, but he knew that he was happy it wasn't at night, otherwise it would affected him in a much more worse manner

Krayzen then walked, after falling down numerous times, among other difficulties began to feel more comfortable, his connection to the force not being disrupted as much. This was due to the fact that he had reached enough of a distance from the Sith temple that the dark-side energy that emitted from him strengthened his connection to the dark-side due to the nexus that emitted from the temple. It was during this time that the Anzat then sped up, reaching the temple quickly.

He then entered the temple, seeing the many dead bodies that laid there. Death was something that was frequent in this temple, as Iron Knights, and Sith remnants fought it out, Krayzen questioning why he had even been deployed to this area. The Anzat expanded his sensory range, quickly determining that there were other beings that still lived here that needed to be eliminated, knowing full well they were beyond redemption.

Krayzen then activated his lightsaber, and decided to purge Illum of the stain that had been left by the One Sith.

 

[Zeradias Mant]

Objective: III
Location: ISV Retribution, Ornfra, High Orbit
Post: 13/38

The ship rocked ever so slightly with each blast of the turbolaser batteries. The shields up the opposing vessels were visibly waning, the condition of them deteriorating under the heavy fire of the Retribution. Such fools they were to think they could stand in the way of an Iron Empire star destroyer.

With a sly grin watching the carnage unfold, one of the Chiss ships exploded and slowly began falling, caught in Ornfra's gravitational pull. With another loud boom, a second frigate fell on the opposite side, only to meet the same fate. The last ship ceased firing and began drifting. Squinting, he could see a handful of escape pods being launched. It was a wonder any of them were still serviceable after that entanglement. The fighters pursued to catch and destroy the helpless gangsters.

"Recall the fighters and mark these coordinates. We'll come back for that ship later. Make the jump to Csilla - I have an emperor to see."

IRON EMPIRE
ISV Retribution (heavy cruiser, flagship)
[92%] Shields
[100%] Hull
Hangar
x2 Iron Wrath bombers [2/2]
x6 Iron Wrath fighters [6/6]
x4 Iron Wrath interceptors

SONS OF CSILLA
Liberator (corvette, flagship)
[2%] Shields
[9%] Hull
Spirit of Freedom (corvette)
[0%] Shields
[0%] Hull
Tyrant's Terror (corvette)
[0%] Shields
[0%] Hull

 

[Zak Dymo]

Post 3 of 38
Objective: 4 - Art: The Final Frontier!
Location: Surface of the planet Ilum

Some would look out on the surface of Ilum and see only ice.

But there was so much there. An interplay of blue, white, and grey on the horizon. The myriad array of colors and shades in the sky. The lines that intersected to form the shapes and surfaces.

The boy was sitting atop the snow, on a ledge overlooking an icy valley, with his sketch pad in his lap and a variety of charcoal sticks. Delicately, the Beorni rubbed lines out on the loub-paper, as he recreated the landscape before him line by line, scratch by scratch. Gently coloring in the shade, smudging the shadows onto the page, and artfully leaving blank the white space where the light touched the earth.

He had no idea just what [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] was doing that had him so preoccupied. He hoped it was something creative, though, like this was.

Honestly, Ilum seemed like a most relaxing planet.