Dominion Vive la Revolution: CIS Dominion of Rothana

[Eternal Spring]

ROTHANA

Innocents caught, freedom endangered!

Refugees fleeing from the front lines of the war against the Bryn'adul crash-landed on the pirate-infested planet of Rothana, and soon are captured by a band of those same brigands! In a desperate attempt to survive, a member of the ragged group of survivors sends out a distress signal at the very last second before they are rounded up and imprisioned, en route to be sold into slavery.

The Confederacy of Independent Systems intercepted that call for help and began marshalling its forces to respond to the distress call. Their primary mission to secure the refugees, the secondary mission to secure Rothana’s orbital facilities and shipyards to provide a forward base against the Bryn’adul.

Spoiler: Objectives

Join the team tasked with attacking the pirate convoy before they take the imprisoned refugees off planet. The team's mission is primarily to rescue the innocents and keep them safe, and if possible, to neutralize this band of slave traffickers.

Be a part of the fight to eliminate both the slave trade and the overall pirate activity of Rothana, and help make these white plains free once more.

The pirates and slavers will not give ground easily. While the Confederacy’s forces on the ground fight the Navy will be tasked with securing the many shipyards and orbital facilities of Rothana.

Of course there is more to do on Rothana than simply these objectives. Bring your own story in this rich setting.

Spoiler: Tags

Rann Thress

Taiia Locke

Sabine Delacroix

Diocletian Kahmen’’a

Gerwald Lechner

Oleander Webb

Kyyrk

Draelos

Shuklaar Kyrdol

Millu Lee

Srina Talon

Gianna Aegis

Naedira Darcrath

Darth Elyria

Seraphina Corvinus

Alessandra Creed

@Dr. Kitter Bitters

Jason Breaker

BX-4323

Kiff Brayde

Beric Layne

Bastille Rommer

Tarsus Kiyan

Jhira Mereel

Verin Oldo

Hester Shedo

Donne Toulemonde

Tawnita Wren

Pravus Cruento

Felix

Lunara Azure

John Locke

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[Gerwald Lechner]

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WEARING: xxx
TAG: Open

Slavers and pirates were some of the worst kind. Gerwald still remembered the way his sister had been imprisoned for being different. They had accused her of being a witch, like the dark ones, because she could use the force. It had been an eye opening experience to see her freed. The rallying cry of individual freedom which had been championed by the Confederacy of Independent Systems was one which the Lord Commander had taken on as a personal yoke. It was his burden, not by force, but by choice.​

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His boots hit the ground as he leaped off the drop ship which had delivered him to the planet surface. The mission was simple. Eliminate the slave trade on Rothana. Gerwald would do this the only way he knew how. Slavery within Confederate space brought with it a swift penalty, and the leadership of Rothana had agreed to allow the Confederates to meet out that price. They would come under the purple banner in exchange for the freedom from this evil plague.​

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"If they do not value other lives with the same dignity and care they keep for themselves, then they do not deserve to live," he said to those who had joined them. "There will be swift justice, and no mercy, for the guilty today."​

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Some would say he went too far, but Gerwald did not care. There were few things which evoked such a passionate response from the wolf. This was one of them. He had been a slave to a lie most of his life, a prisoner to a fiction which had robbed him of the freedoms he now enjoyed. Gerwald would fight to see that all could experience the liberty he knew, and he would rid the galaxy of those who would deny it.​

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Tag: Gerwald Lechner
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Slavers, the worst kinds of people in the galaxy. Dreidi had heard plenty about the scum who work as slavers or perform any sort of trafficking for them. It made her blood boil, she knew that her father had been a slave as a child which didn't help her views on them, especially when she has seen how slaves were treated through holocrons and scrolling through articles online. Dreidi instantly signed up to help out the people best she could, she wanted to go out and deal some damage to the slavers but also knew that she was in a delicate point of her training. Her skills weren't the level they needed to be and she was far too much of a liability currently to others to be put in dangerous situations, especially if she had to rely on Force Scream or some other dangerous Force power since she could do more harm to her allies than she could to the enemies that she was facing. Dreidi tapped gently at the Lightsaber on her hip, she was getting better all the time though and she knew that it wouldn't be long till she was on the frontlines protecting others through fighting.

For now, she had been assigned to help out the Lord Commander with his mission. It was curious and Dreidi was wondering what he would be like since she hadn't really seen him do much bar the one meeting she went to. One could argue that it was Dreidi for not being more aware of what the leadership was like in the Knights Obsidian but she had training, band practice and then she was occasionally babysitting as well. It was so much juggling, especially since the training was Jedi, Force Scream training and there had been a start at learning how to use magick! So she was doing a lot in her days and didn't get much time off to spend reading up on the guys at the top. Donning the dark grey hood of her top, Dreidi stepped towards the meeting point with the Lord Commander.

Looking around, she noticed there were some people he was already talking to and she stood there silently as she looked, fidgeting with the long sleeves of her top as she bounced on the balls of her feet. "So, what's the plan boss?" Dreidi asked curious to find out what they would be doing. Gerwald sounded like he was preparing an attack of some kind but Dreidi had no clue as to what the mission would be.

 

[Alderic Angewyre]

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For too long they had been isolated and forgotten.​

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Left to die.​

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The technocrats and mineral-barons had exploited their world for centuries, their rampant greed unchecked on the far fringes of the galaxy's periphery. Their corporate fleets had kept their jewel safe from jealous eyes and hungry hands for just as long. That was, until, the Great Dying brought the power of the corporatists low. In their weakness, the worst scum of the galaxy had been allowed to proliferate on Rothana, causing even more pain and suffering to the beleaguered laborer. ​

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Only so much could be stomached before oppression gave way to revolution.​

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Alderic Angewyre looked beyond the white mountains of his homeland, flint-gray eyes narrowing as the faint vision of distant starcraft could finally be noticed with the naked eye. He and his comrades, the Rothana Vanguard Front (RVF) had been struggling against the reactionaries for years, the vast majority of his adult life even. In those heady early years, they vowed to liberate Rothana through their own toil, their own sweat, and their own blood to establish a true democratic republic for the worker.​

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In recent years, that idealism had given way to cold practicality. His hand forced, Alderic had approved contact with the neighboring Confederacy of Independent System to aid in the liberation of Rothana. The RVF had their reservations and mistrust about the Confederacy, they did not hold fast to the same ideals as they did, but they were to be an ally in this struggle. ​

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And while the Confederacy levered their military arms against the slaver and pirate reactionaries beyond, the RVF would finally bring forth revolution and oust the reactionaries from within the existing government. Alderic steeled himself, the anxiety of the coming battle dissipating as the fierce fire of liberation burned bright within his beating red heart. ​

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"Rally to me, my comrades," he cried aloud to the soldiers of the revolution, "We have nothing to lose but the shackles of our oppression, the hand has struck the hour of Rothana's liberation! Long live the worker, long live the revolution!" A loud cry arose from the throats of thousands of workers, armed with the instruments of liberations, as they surged forth to bring about the great revolution so desperately yearned for.​

 

[Laertia Io]

Came to Rothana in: The Blood of Ryloth (Sarka Class Frigate

POV: Lyssa Io

Armed with: Herself, SE-14r Pistol, Droid Commando Shield


Model 1 Nuetralizers (20)

Model 1 Equipment: 12 Guage Semi-Auto Shotgun (Incendiary Shells) , Smoke Grenades. Phantom Laser, Electrostaff

Objective: Skyfire


The pirates had spotted what looked to be one of those brand new, dirt cheap Confederacy Frigates exit out of hyperspace. They had been prepared for a battle with them.

But they had made fatal mistakes in the eyes of Darth Xiphos. They had dared to impede an effective defense against The Bryn'adul and they were endangering those fleeing them. Both these things individually would have gotten them a death mark. But worst, those shipyards could be used to make more ships.

Xiphos, far too busy overseeing the construction of a terror weapon for use against her enemies, had sent her children in her steed.

A TIE Boarding Craft had departed from the Frigate for one of the largest, most well defended Orbital Stations over Rothana. Time was of the essence. The criminals might we'll decide to blow the station as a final 'Feth You' if they thought defeat was imminent. The Boarding Shuttle immediately came under fire, and The Model 1 Pilot dodged and weaved through it, shooting down Missiles aimed at them.

"Stand by! Coming in hot!" The Model 1 warned as they managed to make their way past Incoming fire to clamp onto part of the hull. The cutting laser started.

Martin The Nuetralizer, second in command of the op, his scarred metal skull covered by a red bandana, offered a shotgun to the one actually in charge of this mission.

Lyssa Io, First Daughter of Xiphos, her appearance morphed to look like she wore a silvery catsuit, shook her head, forming one of her arms into a blade.

"I'm good."

"Leave it to Mom to make a child out of a living razor..." Martin muttered.

"Or a Skeleton." Lyssa replied with dissonant serenity.

"I sometimes have trouble deciding which is a better way to cut off their limbs..." Isacc the Nuetralizer confessed as he got into position behind Lyssa, armed with the shotty. He wore a long, purple smoking jacket purely to distinguish himself from the others.

"Blasting them off has a certain action film appeal, but so does ripping them off with your bare metal hands. Me? Nice old Chain Saw, or a Force Pike at max setting. Pure gusher..." He related as the pod door opened.

Lyssa rolled her eyes as she ventured out. She was greeted immediately by blaster fire from responding pirates, causing her to activate the shield. Strong as her design was, it could not stand up too well against blaster bolts for long.

She stuck her repeating pistol through the shield energy and fired in bursts. The Model 1's task was to draw aggro while she slipped deeper into the facility to turn it's security systems against the occupiers. The Model 1 team began to do just that.

Pirates. Versus Nuetralizers. A murderous Droid Warrior capable of killing Juggernaut and Jedi alike. They might have had an even fight against two or three. But no less than twenty had come with Lyssa.

In this context, this situation, they were a walking death sentence to whoever defended this place.

Martin began firing his shotgun one handed, and his arm mounted cryo laser on the other, getting in front of her.

"Get to work, Lyssa. These pirates might be nothing, but they're spiteful enough to scuttle this place. I can see it on their expressions..."

Lyssa nodded, and Blasters and slugs dented Martin's Armored chassis as the robotic Skeleton blew another head off, Isacc closing in with two swords on a group of Slavers.

"Who wants to lose their first limb?" Isacc asked as he closed in.

While her brothers popped smoke grenades, Lyssa dropped her weapons, becoming a puddle of mercury like liquid and sliding into a vent as her brothers began to savagely kill the response team. Literally NOBODY gave two feths about pirates or slavers. This was as close to guilt free killing as it got for a Nuetralizer...

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

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WEARING: xxx
TAG: Dreidi Xeraic | Alderic Angewyre | Laertia Io

The plan itself was simple enough. Gerwald smiled at the young squire which seemed to be full of questions. She was eager to learn and to impress it seemed, and the Lord Commander appreciated that spirit in the students the Knights Obsidian found to teach. It was needed as they were still rebuilding their order and calling upon those who would normally not be asked to instruct to take on pupils of their own. It would make the journey for both the knight and squire that much more rewarding.​

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Today, Gerwald was not certain the girl was ready for the answer that he would give. He had already told those listening to the sound of his voice that there would be no mercy. No quarter was to be given to those guilty of slavery. Could she stomach what the lupine was demanding?​

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"We are going in quickly and taking decisive action. We are not going to spare a single enemy today. The galaxy must know how we respond to the evils of slavery. Are you going to be able to see the task through?"​

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He needed to know now, especially before they got too far into the mission. The last thing Gerwald needed was to have a squire that was squeamish about killing when the job itself demanded it. Yes, it could be argued that the more they killed, the more slavers would just rise up to take their place, but at least they would stay away from the confederacy. Gerwald would never pretend that they could police the entire galaxy, but they could make a statement about what they stood for, and they could make it memorable.​

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"There is also a resistance cell here. We are going to meet with one of their leaders and get them to help us. This is their planet after all, even if our help means they agreed to sign the Charter and become a member world. That's what allows us to legally enforce our laws, especially the ones in regards to slavery."​

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The sounds of battle caught Gerwald's ears. They were not far now, even if the echani could not hear it. Gerwald had sensitive hearing, a benefit and a curse. Today it warned him of what they were about to face. There was no turning back now.​

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"It seems they started the party without us, time to go."​

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He waited for Dreidi to charge ahead, then followed behind her to ensure her flank was safe.​

 

[Kristyl Vaashe]

Wearing: Knights Obsidian Lotus Robes.
Location: Rothana, Capital City Medical Centre.
Objective: Provide Medical Relief to the local populace.

Hospitals were not the place for young girls like Kris, or at least that's what she had deduced from the state of affairs within the white-washed ward, watching as doctors and nurses rushed back and forth between their duties and patients even more frantic than whatever was considered to be the norm there on Rothana. There was a lot of talk about Slavery and fears of violence from somewhere out there, far from where Kristyl had been stationed in what was her very first official assignment as a student of the Knights Obsidian Lotus Chapter.

Prior to her leaving Naboo, she had naturally been nervous about the coming trip. Many of her peers were older and had been assigned or volunteered for proactive roles in deterring the so-called Slavers, fighting off what Kris imagined to be really ugly bad guys and saving helpless men and women from rusty cages so that they could live out their futures safe and sound; Yet for Kris she didn't entirely know where her strengths lay in terms of field practice.

Since turning thirteen, this year had been way scarier than the last ones, what with her tutors and all talking about the dangers of the Galaxy and what to expect 'out there in the real world'. She had tried her best to act like her mom and big sister, hiding her fears as best she could and pretending she knew what she was doing...

'I have no idea what I'm doing here' she thought to herself, trying to keep out of the way of all the adults pacing to and fro, patients laying helpless in their hospital beds, some groaning, some complaining and others lucky enough to be sleeping...-At least, she hoped they were sleeping.

Glancing about the emergency room, Kristyl looked about each of the people waiting to be seen by a doctor or medical staff, gauging how bad they looked and wondering whether she could do anything to help make their time any better. She wasn't exactly a healer quite yet, having only read about the skills needed for some of the patients there, yet if she could offer any sort of relief then that would be an act of kindness she could go back home and tell her Mom and Dreidi that she had achieved!

Spoiler

Eternal Spring
Gerwald Lechner
Dreidi Xeraic
Alderic Angewyre
Laertia Io

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Tag: Gerwald Lechner | Alderic Angewyre | Laertia Io
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The Lord Commander had turned to Dreidi and asked possibly the most important question that any Jedi could face, would you be able to see the job through? Especially since she knew that he was intending to kill the slavers, it was clear on his expression and from the reaction of the people around her. Dreidi swallowed hard, she had sparred, she had be instructed in what to do in order to survive and how to defeat an opponent that threatened to end her life but could she actively attack someone, could Dreidi killed someone for the simple act of being in her way. Dreidi took in a deep breath and could feel the Lord Commander's eyes on her as she was meant to answer him but she was slightly frozen, part of her thought this would just be a simple mission and she hadn't expected to be going off and killing slavers, arrest them and potentially injury yes, kill she hadn't really thought about it.

But she was stood there, with Gerwald waiting for her reply. She swallowed hard, she could sense that her body was itching to deliver justice to those that harmed innocent lives and risked doing more harm within the faction territory that she had sworn to protect. There was a deep desire to provide vengeance and heavy hand but she also knew that Jedi didn't seek out murder or capital punishment. Which came down to the harsh conundrum of was she the Jedi like the ones she had read about or was she a member of the Lotus and did as the Lord Commander wished without question. There wasn't really room for middle ground since it was clear that they would be entering a warzone.

However, a small thought nagged away at Dreidi's thoughts, they were here to end the operations but killing all the participates here might not end it, "Lord Commander, would it not be in our benefit to find one of these slavers alive and interrogate them so that we could discover who was coordinating this operation? Attempt to cut the head of this creature instead of a limb?" Dreidi looked at him, she wasn't saying she was against killing the rest of the slavers but she also saw the opportunity to gain information in order to have the advantage at later point against these slavers since to have a slaving operation this large would mean majority of the leadership would be offworld and Dreidi didn't want them getting away with this crime.

"I am prepared to do what I must in order to keep other safe. I just want to know that we are doing this properly and aiming to eradicate those at the top and not just underlings, otherwise we could be hunting underlings for the rest of our lives." There was a firm tone in the torn Jedi, but she was finding her place within the CIS as she spoke, someone who would do the dirty work so that peace could be kept, and wanted to make sure that all the dirty work was done before she even attempted to wash her hands clean. As she stepped forward, leading the charge, clearly what Gerwald wanted, Dreidi ignited her dark orange saber and charged towards the battle, ready to deflect shots fired upon them.

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

Equipment: Lightsaber Armor Crushgauntlets

Vyse stood on in the hanger of the C.N.S. Hell Hound. He had massively enjoyed his trip. Last time he was on a massive ship it had not only crashed, it had not only exploded, it had not only been attacked, it had been attacked by a beast the size of the ship. He has had not much luck on ships.

The Squire had been assigned with liberating the world from it's pirate overloads and his slice of that was to secure their space stations. Vyse had been lent as a spear head to lead the boarding forces. Most would say over kill for pirates but he was a Squire, what more perfect a candidate to instill the virtues of the CIS desire to spread freedom and give him combat practice on the threats he would be facing?

He looked upon the space station that they would soon decimate only to break away, turning to face the High Marshal, his preparations were now to begin. "I appreciate the chance be on the command deck of such mighty a ship as this. I'll make sure to reply you down below." He gave a smirk and after her reply he went off.

Placing his helmet on as his HUD activated walking though and after some time arriving to the hanger bay. Rows upon rows of shuttles with droids ready to sit down and explain exactly why slaver was wrong and why they should feel bad.

The Squires own shuttle like any of the rest, in the second row to reduce the risk of point defenses taking out the important and more precisely, limited. Vyse looking at the droids around him, his shuttle filled with a dozen Commandos. Meant to not only provide more protection to the very new squire, but to make the breach head they secure easily expanded on.

The colossal capital ship would have a clear view of the pirate station. The day the horrid slavers have dreaded has come, and they were clearly showing signs of panic. The nearest station had a third of it's guns already firing at her massive ship, hopelessly out of range not that they would do much damage. Another third was firing upon off to the side, closer inspection revealing that several escape pods had abandoned the station and in an attempt to keep discourage desertion the commander was firing upon them.

Once the point defenses were taken care of by the ship in it's own way it was time for the bloody boarding. The CIS could have simply blow the stations into space dust but weather they wanted to prove a point or simply wished to reclaim them for resources they had wanted them boarded and taken. And Vyse would do as was required of him.

The shuttles took off top speed, whirl of their engines as they went off to meet their objectives. The space around the stations reasonable controlled as they spread all over the station, every opening, every hanger would be flooded with droids. The pirates in a panic spend forces to every area, using all the fire power they had horded.

Vyse was a bit unversed as the shuttle shook and moved around. Worried that every moment might be his last from some stray shot. He griped his ship tightly and just endured till the shuttle made it's way to the main hanger, that once claimed would be the best place to storm the red of the station.

As the shuttle landed he heard the synced motion of the droids around them as they stood up and faced towards battle, Vyse lagging behind due to lack of experience. He was nervous, glad he had his helmet to hide that. He took a deep breath, and the ramp slammed open.

The pirates were spread thin and only a dozen small, but they still had their fire power. A grande was thrown as the Commandos sprinted out. Vyse seeing this let his instincts take over, sprinting over in dash and kicking it causing it to slide across the durasteel floor as he returned it to sender with a blast. Only to turn and see a heavy repeating blaster mounted, and now starting it's deadly volley. The Commandos seeing the Squire in need threw themselves in the way, two blast away into bits, giving Vyse time to sprint as the powerful baster shots followed, the fire fight between the droids and the pirates filling the room. Vyse making it to some cover as he panted, only to shortly hear the blasting stop. Looking over, he saw the rest of his squad had cleared the pirates, only one other besides the two that sacrificed himself for him had been lost.

One with markings walked up to him. "AREA CLEARED OF HOSTILES." It took Vyse a moment to come to his senses. Surprised it was over so quickly. Activating his coms as he spoke to the rest of the landing forces. "Landing zone 1 secure. Resistance removed. Advancing now." He let go the coms, the Commandos having secured the room. Still surprised it was so.. quick and deadly.

"Well.. Let's hope the rest of this is this quick at least." He said moving forward to see what the rest of the station had to offer.

Anashla Deshal

 

[Subject 648 Slipknot]

Location: Capital City, Medical Center
Objective: Provide medical assistance.
Tags: Kristyl Arenais

Slip carried the stretcher towards the operating room. The man on the stretcher was screaming, and bleeding profusely. This was going to be a fun day...

Slip had been assigned to the Medical Center as an assignment, since he was an Obsidian Squire. Because of his medical capabilities and knowledge, he had been the perfect candidate for an assignment as a medic. Of course, he didn't exactly want to do it, he wanted to be out there fighting, but orders were orders, and he had been ordered to do this.

As Slip carried the stretcher toward the operating room, he spotted one of the other Obsidian Squires assigned to this assignment. A young girl of extremely short height. She didn't seem very capable, and seemed a bit lost. Slip wondered why she was assigned to here, probably to keep her away from the combat. He didn't remember her first name, but he did remember her last name.

"Arenais!" He shouted to the girl. "I need some help here! I need you in the operating room, stat!" Slip yelled to her. He pulled the stretcher through the doors of the operating room. Then, Slip and a medical droid picked the man off of the stretcher and put him onto the operating table. The man continued screaming and sobbing. "Restrain him!" Slip yelled at the medical droid as the man clawed at Slip. As the medical droid strapped the man down, Slip looked around for the Arenais girl. "Arenais! I need a med-shot, stat!" He shouted for her, pointing at a cabinet as he put on his gloves.

Today was a fun day...

 

[TE-236]

Location: Dropship, approaching war zone.
Objective: Wipe out the pirate scum
Tags: Dreidi Xeraic , Gerwald Lechner , Alderic Angewyre , Laertia Io

TE-236 stood in the cargo area of the dropship, surrounded by his organic Confederate troops. Multiple other dropships followed his, carrying a substantial amount of troops. Gin had dealt with pirates before, and he knew that the only way to beat them was with overwhelming force. And, well, Gin had definitely brought a substantial amount of troops.

Gin raised his commlink, and contacted the ground commander, Lord Commander Gerwald Lechner . "Lord Commander, this is Colonel TE-236. We are approaching the LZ. Have you already engaged the enemy? We have received reports of fighting nearby." Gin asked. "I have reinforcements at the ready. We will deploy near your location, is this confirmed?"

The probabilities of winning this conflict were 10,384 to 1. The odds were in their favor.

And Gin loved it when the odds were in their favor.

 

[B1-LL]

Somewhere on Rothana, a B1 Droid and their squad are cut off from other Confederacy droids. Their task now is to somehow find their way back to a CIS ship and get back home, wherever that is! You can choose to help them, or simply watch the mayhem.
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A cold and dusted place abandoned long ago the squad attempts to figure out what's going on. Bill's lost their arm, Dale might have it, but they won't have long as slavers and their lot head for the squad.

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B1LL: My arm!
D4L3: I'd ask if you need a hand, but I think I have it.
B1LL: Give it back!
1-14NK: D4 give it back, or I'll pop your arms off myself.
D4L3: 1-1 do you have to spoil my fun?
B00M: Unintelligble Code

1-14NK: Great, we've got - somethin' headin' our way and it ain't friendly, c'mon. We gotta get out of here and get back to our ships.
B1LL: Can I fix my arm first?
D4L3: I can just hold your hand if you want.
1-14NK: Do I have to do everything?

B00m: Franctic Unintelligeble Code
1-14NK: You're just gonna have'ta hang on that, let's go!

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[Alina Tremiru]

Tags: Open

This wasn't her first time dealing with slavers and their ilk, but it certainly felt like it. No, that wasn't it. Alina slowly clenched and unclenched her fists. The difference was she wasn't a Sith anymore. All that power she had to crush them, gone. She was weak. It was.. Frightening. And yet she was here anyway. Not because showing fear meant death, but because she chose to be stronger than it. Find the slaves, rescue them. Bring them home. It was the simplest objective she'd had in a while, and it was to do good.

Hopefully she could actually complete it.

The Vampiress donned the typical apparel of the Obsidians. Best to fit in, given her past. She took a breath as she wandered off one of the transports. Their goal was close. An abandoned warehouse repurposed as a temporary holding ground for slaves. There'd be plenty of guards, but the real worry were the slaves within. How were they being held? Explosive collars were a common thing. If that was something she encountered, how would she deal with it?

Find the controller, perhaps?

Her mind raced with possibilities as she gripped a rather common variety blaster rifle. Her power in the Force was negligible now, so it was back to basics. With all the power she gained as a Sith she never thought those early lessons in how to use a rifle would ever come in handy again. Thankfully, she was wrong. Rifle up and heart hardened Alina moved forward. Now was the time to strike, not think about the past.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

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Arthur Badaire was accompanying Fiolette for what might as was well have been his first outing. Arthur was Fiolette's grandson by her daughter Victryana, Victryana, and her twin sister Kathraelle were products of Fiolette's one-night stand with a Mandalorian. It wasn't until much later that she learned that this Mandalorian had been Darth Metus but the twins were raised neither by Isley nor Fiolette. They had been given up for adoption, an open adoption that allowed Fiolette to spend time with her daughters when life permitted. The twins were and perhaps are the most well-rounded as they had the benefit of stability. Something Fiolette's own children had little of throughout their lives.​

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"Your aunt Ryssa has explained our mission out here, yes?" Inquired Fiolette of her grandson, Ryssa would have at least explained they were taking over the Rothana Imperial Shipyards. "It'll be the start of our work here, on paper at least." Which is what mattered, there was no doubt that at some point the higherups within the Confederacy would come knocking on Primo Victorian's door looking for a contract. Until then, Primo Victoria would continue to dot every I, and cross every T. ​

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The CIS would most likely be expecting to claim the shipyards, however; Fiolette's goal was to claim it first and lease the shipyards to them, or perhaps part of them as she saw fit. "I hesitate to ask, but I must be sure, you do have some form of combat training, don't you?" She couldn't be sure of what training Arthur had had prior to today. The kid was a descendant of Isley Verd so Fiolette hoped there had been some to help hone the otherwise natural penchant for destruction that the Verds had. "Not that I expect any resistance, however; one can never be sure."​

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[Valessia Brentioch]

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"Alessandra, darling, please come and sit it's been some time since we've chatted," welcomed Valessia as she walked her daughter across the lounge in her yacht. The yacht was near the Rothana system, she had scouts down on the planet looking for artifacts. "How's work, how's your sister, and how are you?" She got the usual small talk out of the way, "and I understand that you're still rather upset about our last venture."​

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"Though I must reassure you the equipment and evidence gathered were worth it, as we speak, the Cormond Insitute of Science and History is cataloging what we recovered." Which was a very long way of saying, it was worth it and Valessia would be heavily compensated. "I trust that Mishel was satisfied with the crystals we recovered."​

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Valessia walked her daughter up to the small observation deck, "I've asked the galley to prepare us a special meal for today, it isn't often we get to spend quality time together these days." Which was very, very true they often didn't, and whether or not Valessia had some sort of ulterior motive for today's meeting had yet to be expressed. Although perhaps this was the one time, Valessia genuinely wanted to spend time with her daughter, perhaps. ​

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Alessandra Creed ​

 

[Arthur Badaire]

A small smile touched the corner of Arthur’s lips, curling them up into a smile that only added to the young man’s mischievous air, the laughter that seemed to dance in his eyes.

“Yes Grandma, I’m pretty sure I can handle pointing a gun at someone and pulling the trigger. I’m supposed to look into the whole at the front to try it out first and make sure it isn’t blocked right?”

No laugh slipped past Arthur’s lips although his voice was light, filled with mirth as he patted the pistol holstered at his side. The man’s movements were graceful as he pushed himself up out of his chair, carrying himself with the fluidity of a dancer, of a trained athlete. The athlete he’d been during school and college. Sports, combat, all forms of physical activity had always come easily to the young man, a product of his heritage no doubt. He’d always been able to out run, out fight and out play most of his peers when it came down to it. It was perhaps why he had always looked down on the physical aspects of his education. He might enjoy the exertion, but it was the mental aspects that he found himself drawn too.

It was that attraction, that draw that had lead him to seeking out his grandmother, that had brought him to this place, to the family company. That need to seek out a challenge, one that would drive him, challenge him more than he had been.

“So, we’re basically trying to steal a run on an intergalactic government and get in ahead of them? I see where the trickster genes in the family come from.”

The man stretched languidly like a cat before stepping up to join Fiolette, dark eyes staring out of a window for a moment, enjoying the view.

“Aunt Ryssa didn’t mention if we’d done any preliminary negotiations with them, or if we’re coming into this from the ground up. I…don’t wanna mess up and say something that I shouldn’t and screw it all up for you.”

It was a hard admission to make for Arthur, the perfect child, the apple of his parents eye. It hadn’t been something anyone had done, a mixture of expectation and peer pressure that had shaped him but the man hated to fail, to be seen as weak. Fe knew about the long hours he spent working, studying and honing that effortless air so that in public he could pass off as that golden child. The need to be seen as without weakness. Even that admission had cost him but, this was his family, his grandmother, if she couldn’t forgive him that….if he couldn’t be honest with her?

Fiolette Fortan

 

[Alessandra Creed]

Location: Rothana System [Orbit - Valessia's Yacht]
Tags: Valessia Brentioch

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She obeyed her mother without thinking. Almost, a reflex.

Was it wrong that she always internally forgave Valessia Brentioch for her every transgression? For scheming? For keeping her in the dark? Forgive her—For how she had treated Mishel in the past? Alessandra could become so frustrated with the dark-haired woman at times but spending a few moments in her company tended to make all else melt away. She was reminded of being a youngling again. Safe. Something she hadn’t known, not truly, since leaving Brentaal IV. Her mother loved her, in her own way. It was the blindness that a daughter often had for her mother.

She wanted to believe that she loved her. No matter her actions.

“Forgive me, mother. Things have been challenging as of late.”

That was putting it mildly. The Minister of Commerce wasn’t required to Rothana for fieldwork but she had wanted to remain close by to observe. Emergency measures might be required where credits needed to exchange quickly. If she remained nearby with secure lines to do her work—She could easily justify expenses with first-hand accounts. “Mishel is…”, Alessandra began slowly, but her tone became soft. Fond. “Mishel.”

She would always be a free spirit. As long as her sister came by for a good meal and a hot shower every once in a while Alessandra was content to let her find herself without judgment. She would always be a safe place for her to fall. “I’m not upset.”

“I shouldn’t have even been surprised in the first place…”, she trailed off, lightly, trying to find the words. Her hand reached up to run through her hair while they moved the length of the yacht. It was peaceful. Strange, because the ground would be anything but peaceful. “…I just wish you wouldn’t keep secrets so much. I don’t like surprises. Not like that.”

Mishel had gone through enough in her life. Alessandra couldn’t take any of that back, but she could try and help her avoid it in the future. Valessia reassured her that the venture had been fruitful and she nodded her head quietly. In a sense of business and equity, it had definitely been worth the cost. In a sense of familial duty—She felt like a failure. Yet, how many times had she made these decisions? How many times had she decided the fiscal value of a project versus inherent danger?

Too many to count. Not for the first time, she acknowledged how very alike they were.

“Thank you.”

The polite response to the meal and the view was all she could give. It was hard to tell what the truth was. They didn’t get enough time. There was never, enough time. So much had gone on. She didn’t even know where to start. The divorce. The loss of everything she knew. Alessandra had drowned herself in work to staunch the pain, the emptiness, but it was only a half-measure. It was simple enough to say she put on a good show. “What are you hoping to find down there?”

“Anything interesting?”

 

[Athena]

R O T H A N A
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Location: Outside Warehouse [Rothana]
Equipment: Armor | Allfate Rifle
Tags: Alina Tremiru ​

Athena examined herself in the Knight Obsidian armor that she had purchased on one of her many jaunts through Confederate Space. She wasn’t a member of the order. Not officially. Or unofficially. But the conglomerate of sovereign nations would find that her credentials checked out if they scanned her identification. She had her passport, so to speak, because she was the furthest thing from organic. It was easier to exist in space that accepted HRD’s and droid as commonplace. She rather liked their design scheme, though. Mathematical perfection. It was eclectic. Hexagonal lattice patterns woven into fabric to make it stronger while at the same time carrying a silent message. Anyone in the verse who saw this?

Well, it would be simple enough to lump her in with the Droid Nation.

Not to mention that it would make it that much easier to do her work without being halted.

Bright emerald photoreceptors took in the sight of Rothana. Transports had already departed. She had caught up in her own ship and slipped into the units that seemed to be intent on infiltrating a warehouse. The plan was, for the most part, sound. There was enough technology in the area that she was able to access the Data Steam without thought. View security. Change protocols.

It was all a clever combination of one’s and zero’s that she habitually processed.

The rest of the Knights seemed to have their hoods up so she did the same. Hiding sun-soaked brown hair that faded into ombre pink at the ends. She could change it and her features at will but that could make things even more difficult. “Providing back up.”, she spoke to the Knight ( Alina Tremiru ) beside her. Her rifle was raised and ready. She didn’t know this one. Not yet. Once she could see her face and process it—Perhaps that would provide more data.

Athena copied her stance and the HUD within the hood provided basic details about the location. Height. The density of the walls. She turned it off. She could discern more, faster, simply because she had been built with more precise technology. “Athena, ready.”

“Scanning for mission targets, entry, and egress points.”

She was confident enough if her own splicing skills that she used her true designation. Their own comm systems. She’d worked for the Confederacy previously. They hadn’t caught or scolded her before—Surely, they wouldn’t now.

 

[Lunara Azure]

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Wearing: Tempest Mantle | Tempestus​

Tagging: Gerwald Lechner | Dreidi Xeraic ​

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“Light preserve me, there are two of them now.”

Crystal blue eyes watched the Lord Commander and the Squire rush forward towards the slaver’s location, running into a storm of energy bolts that seemed to fill the air around them. She could see the bright glow of spinning lightsabers, that turned those energy bolts into a web, bouncing them back at the slavers, into the buildings and road leaving behind pockmarked holes blackened with energy, with smoke burning off them.

This was the nightmare of any slaver operating in the Confederacy, the warriors of the Knights Obsidian crashing through their doors. Blades drawn, righteous anger on their faces as they sought to bring justice to those wrongdoers like a scene from a holo-drama.

Those slavers lacked imagination.

Gerwald, the knights under is command like young Xeraic, they were motivated by good, by wanting to protect the slaves, to bring justice to those who’d abused human lives. Lunara couldn’t say she cared very much about justice. The blonde wanted nothing more than a chance to excise the anger that burned inside her. She’d felt it come to life on Rhand, when faced with the Brotherhood of the Maw, with that nation steeped in the darkness. She’d seen in them the the reflection of those shadows, the dark acolytes who had descended on her home to rend it with fire and fear.

On Rhand she’d been forced to let them go, to give up her revenge in favour of saving slave and the Lord Commander from certain death. Today though. Today nothing would stop her. The slavers weren’t the same as the Maw, not cut from the same cloth, but they would do for now, they would serve as suitable punching bags.

The air around Lunara seemed to crackle, frost forming on the ground around her leaving a trail of cracked footprints as she followed the two knights towards the slavers.

“And they didn’t even leave anyone to defend me if I get attacked, for shame.”

There was no hurried pace, no haste to the woman’s movements as she gathered the force around her, shards of ice forming in the air around her as she sent them racing forward with the small wave of a hand. The projectiles flew past her companions, almost close enough to kiss Gerwald’s cheek before they flew into the slaver’s positions, each shard exploding, jagged scraps of crystal rending flesh as cries of pain fille the air. If she’d wanted to end the fight fast Lunara should have driven those shards through their opponents.

She didn’t want this to be fast.

This was about returning all the fear and horror the slavers inflicted onto others, about seeing terror in their eyes before they were done.

“You’re right Xeraic.”

The elfin blonde’s voice was soft as it carried over the comms, broadcasting in the open for a moment as she continued to advance behind them, a cold smile on her face.

“We really should question one of them to find out what they know. Perhaps the first one to surrender. Leave that to me. Please...you can kill the rest of them”

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[Fiolette Fortan]

Fiolette's lips curved upward into a smile her grandson's laughter brought a much-needed, lightness to the situation. "In a sense, yes, we are running ahead of them. However, we will have had a well-documented meeting to present to the CIS, should they ask," they were definitely trying to outmaneuver the Confederacy. She let out a soft sigh when he mentioned that Ryssa hadn't given him the full debrief. Then again, Ryssa wasn't someone to do that herself. "Ah well, in this case, ground up. I had some... Influence and pull when your grandfather ran things here but with the Vicelord. I'm not sure where we stand, but far be it from me to simply turn this opportunity away."​

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"Rothana's got great history when it comes to engineering, and we'd be fools to let it slip out of our grasp," she added with a mischievous grin. Boots hit the ground behind them, the paramilitary of Primo Victorian Enterprises, Fiolette gave them non-verbal directions setting the teams to flank the compound. "I see." She punctuated her statement in the air, "you needn't worry about messing anything up on this operation. I'm surprised the Confederacy took so long to snap it up. Besides, if you never let yourself fail, how else will you learn?"​

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She wanted him to be open and honest with her at the very least. A small inclination of her head indicated the direction they were head. "Teams will flank right and left, we're going down the middle. Most of those here have already signed their NDAs and have agreed to work for us, the pockets of resistance that are left, are largely loyal to exiled Sith holdouts." Sith cults were the new witch hunts, no one would care if they were exterminated especially this far out in the galaxy. "We attempted to reason with them, however; as it is well noted. Sith cannot be reasoned with and thus our hand was forced."​

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Without another word, Fiolette headed forward as more boots hit the ground. Transports began to deliver equipment that would be used to download information on anything that Rothana Heavy Engineering had been working on. The goal was that at the end of this operation, Rothana Heavy Engineering would become Rothana Prime Engineering. A non-hostile takeover on the books paperwork with those who would be allowed to lead the company would present the CIS with a well-documented negotiation that technically did happen, and also didn't. ​

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Arthur Badaire ​

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