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Intelligence had pinpointed the source of a thorn in the Dominion's side thanks to the efforts of the newly formed DSB. A response had been formulated immediately; that response coming in the form of a minor fleet element and a conglomeration of soldiers hailing from every corner of the Dominion. The objective was a relatively simple one: this thorn needed removal. A violent solution was required to deal with a violent problem.
The thorn itself was a rather sizable enclave of raiders that made a living pillaging the Dominion's trade ships. they had plagued the migrant fleets throughout their flight from Atrisia, and had settled on the nearby world of Lorrd to continue their raids. Attempts had been made to solve the issues with these raiders in the past, but all had ended in little more than further death and the continuation of hostilities.
The raiders needed to be dealt with permanently, and that was why a small number of Dominion vessels now closed upon Lorrd. The team had been called for a briefing aboard the head of DSB's vessel. Owazza had been the first to arrive, the Wookie Warlord busying himself with after-action reports from nearby skirmishes.
"<Let us see this intelligence officer,>" the wookie muttered to himself, leaning back in his chair as he took in the briefing room. He'd never enjoyed working with spooks, but then SIS had always been a lot less reasonable than the DSB was proving itself to be.
The thorn itself was a rather sizable enclave of raiders that made a living pillaging the Dominion's trade ships. they had plagued the migrant fleets throughout their flight from Atrisia, and had settled on the nearby world of Lorrd to continue their raids. Attempts had been made to solve the issues with these raiders in the past, but all had ended in little more than further death and the continuation of hostilities.
The raiders needed to be dealt with permanently, and that was why a small number of Dominion vessels now closed upon Lorrd. The team had been called for a briefing aboard the head of DSB's vessel. Owazza had been the first to arrive, the Wookie Warlord busying himself with after-action reports from nearby skirmishes.
"<Let us see this intelligence officer,>" the wookie muttered to himself, leaning back in his chair as he took in the briefing room. He'd never enjoyed working with spooks, but then SIS had always been a lot less reasonable than the DSB was proving itself to be.