War for the Planet of the Sneks (ORC Dominion of Sluis Van)

[Rayf Vigil]

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The Outer Rim burns.​

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Tipping the scales of civilization towards the Tingel Arm peninsula, Emperor Zambrano and his Sith Imperial Legions are too far removed to contain it. The Silver Jedi Order too isolationist, the Confederacy of Independent Systems too Core minded. Violently deposing the First Order and routing the Sharuka back to Wild Space, for a brief time the resurgent Ssi-ruuvi Imperium seemed poised to conquer a vast swathe of the western reaches. ​

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In a last act of defiance, what little remains of First Order command bombed the Ssi-ruuk capital world Lwhekk, eradicating any semblance of leadership or direction to their campaign against the greater galaxy. Only a few powerful holdout sectors remain, stronghold worlds captured during their early strikes which have not collapsed since the news of Lwhekk’s fall.​

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Stronghold worlds like Sluis Van.​

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One of the last major obstacles between Elrood and Sullust, the Alliance Remnant is determined to take it back and have promised their Coalition allies unrestricted use of Sluissi shipyards if they help. Of course, a considerable Ssi-ruuk warfleet stands in the way. While ORC warships launch a diversionary attack on the Imperium, a strike team is dispatched to board the shipyards and seize Sluis Control, with any luck turning the planet’s own orbital defenses against their new masters.​

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Days ago Wraith Squadron infiltrated the Sluis system and landed on Sluis Van. Tasked with designating military targets in preparation for a direct assault, Wraith pilot commandos have relayed several command posts and the headquarters of the Sluissi collaborationist government. Of most interest were sensor readings indicating a massive entechment facility, intelligence which has since leaked to the Smuggler’s Alliance and their various contacts. Resistance units are tasked with shutting down the slaver operation with extreme prejudice and freeing any entechment victims found still alive.​

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Objectives

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  Work with Coalition guerillas to directly assault the Ssi-ruuvi Imperium. Retake the shipyards and support Underground rebels on the planet.
  
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  Work as a member of the Coalition or an independent to dismantle Ssi-ruuk entechment facilities, free any surviving slaves and destroy the technology or steal it to sell on the black market.
  
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  Bring Your Own Objective
  

 

[Samka Derith]

Anzik Taff was a veteran of many a conflict. Soldiering was all he'd known and he expected all he would ever know before he met his end either on the battlefield or in a back alley with a belly full of alcohol.

He'd spent months now with a team of comrades on Sluis Van running deep infiltration ops against the Ssi-Ruuk occupiers. Tackling convoys, freeing slaves, being treated like heroes by the Sluissi. But Taff and his comrades did not fight for the Outer Rim Coalition. They fought for the First Order. Their Stormtrooper armour and weapons had long since been damaged beyond use and discarded in favour of more local gear but they still fought as Imperials at heart even as their empire struggled to piece itself back together among the stars. The Imperials too had noticed the Ssi-Ruuk entechment facility and after weeks of scouting were finally able to convince their remnants off world to deploy more agents. The men and women had rejoiced at the news but none of them had quite expected the figure they got.

A Dark Force user by the name of Decitus Ren had almost casually strolled into their make-shift camp one day. She was a small figure but the masked, cloaked appearance more than made up for it. None yet had seen her without the mask and rumours already began that she was disfigured or perhaps not even human. It hadn't taken long for the Ren to assert her authority over the group, her aura alone was a cold, terrible thing none of the squad wanted to be around for long. It gave Taff headaches and some of the others agreed. They didn't want to spend enough time around the woman to challenge her even if they wanted.

Anzik Taff had taken this woman to observe the Ssi-Ruuk facility from a distance and brief her on what they knew so far. As usual, the soldier had laid prone on the rocky ground, making certain he was as small a target as possible. In contrast and to his confusion, the Ren had stood upright a few steps forward, arms folded behind her back as her cloak gentle fluttered in the wind.

"They could see you," Taff hissed a warning at Decitus.

The response was a simple but distorted, "No they won't. I don't sense anything."

The Stormtrooper shook his head. He would never understand these people but they were effective weapons. Effective enough to tolerate their eccentricities. "Well," he began and started pointing at parts of the building. "This seems to be their technology and weapons hub. A lotta goodies in there but most importantly, the brains. It looks like they've got a lot of Imperial scientists working in there. Lizards keep those who can earn their keep, huh?"

"Scientists who would be better served with us," The Ren said. Taff only realised now that the Ren hadn't spared him a glance so his gestures were for nothing. Or were they? Did the Force let her see, or feel, those too? Maybe she already knew...

"There's something else though. There's been an uptick in activity against the Ssi-Ruuk and those Sluissi who collaborate with them. If we play our cards right, we might be able to get some local aid," Taff explained but the Ren seemed unimpressed.

"Local." She repeated. "Somehow I doubt it. It's more likely another power looks to get their filthy fingers on what is ours. This makes it all the more imperative that we strike quick and deny them our assets. I don't like to share, Captain Taff. Prepare your squad, we'll take it within hours."

"Ma'am?" He blinked. There were just a few dozen of them. "We're not getting more back up?"

"We may well do." She turned to face him for the first time in this conversation sending a chill down his usually fearless spine. "But now you have me, you won't need it."

"I'll... Let them know." With a small nod, the Stormtrooper rose to his feet and headed back to camp, uncertain of what was to come.

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Objective 2: Dismantle entechment facilities
Allies: ORC
Enemies: Ssi-ruuk

After this success on Rhen Var, where she played a major role in recovering Jedi artifacts from the Sith, Griet was, once again, sent on mission for the Underground at the behest of prospective clients on Sluis Van. Phew, the firm escaped the worst on Pantora, and not just because the Pantorans still don't even know why this attack was happening: it may very well have meant the end of the accounting firm on that planet, she thought. Now I could always pretend I am an external auditor on a surprise visit - even Ssi-ruuk would like an unqualified audit opinion from time to time. She knew, however, that a sniper rifle was much harder to conceal than a lightsaber, but that she couldn't proceed the same depending on whether the entechment facility was privately-run or state-owned. Especially because Ssi-ruuk public sector accounting standards are not the same as private sector accounting standards, if any. However, Ssi-ruuk clients treated non-Ssi-ruuk accountants as inferior at best so she needed to tread lightly, and get ready to use Neural Storm if obtaining audit evidence was getting dicey. Inferior enough to have Griet consider auditing the place at deeply discounted prices compared to local going rates. Yet, if what she heard about entechment is accurate, it's a soul-draining process.

 

[Robogeber]

Objective One
Operation Cassius
Location: FIV Vengeance, Command Bridge
Allies: [member="Vonnegut Pyre"] | [member="Pravina Venkatappa"]

The Marauder-Class cruiser dropped out of lightspeed with a jolt. It's escorts followed, dispatching themselves at the edge of the system. Even from this strategic position, the mired cluster of both Coalition and Imperium vessels was noted by the Grand Admiral with a scowl. It seemed they were a little late to the party. Still, the objective was in play. The shipyards, no matter how pilfered they may be still potentially held data which could be used, and assets to be cleared. "Grand Admiral, orders sir?" Commodore Argyle Stern asked, the younger mans' voice timid in the face of his superiors presence.

"Deploy our fighters." The Grand Admiral glowered, "Move us to the nearest shipyard, and prepare for bombardment." The droid snarled, "Pepper them from a distance." The officer commanded, "Have Commander Pyre's squadron provide escort to the nearest shipyard for our strike team." The Imperator added, before turning to the viewport. "We will have our revenge today gentlemen." The officer cackled, a smirk appearing over his features, "Revenge indeed."

 

[Kyle Farnes]

Objective 2
Location: Dirtside

A gunslinger, and a Judge, well, Sherriff, Kyle Farnes was sent out by the Coalition to assist at Sluis Van. The Mandalorian Warden of the Sky was in a unique place. With his former posting as a mercenary and gun for hire for the Alliance, he was more than happy to assist the Alliance Remnant and lead a charge to support the government that technically sponsored him. With the Alliance came to the Coalition, he was offering his services to do much more within the Coalition. This bit of non-core world, Rim centered living was perfect for him.

The man preferred the wilds of the galaxy, he was a warrior, and a Warden, a gun for hire. But today? He was being tasked with helping to locate entechment shipments. His light, bronzed beskar’gam made for easy movement, which was good. Martially and short ranged focused, he needed to move quickly. Landing his Pursuer craft, he made his way to where one of the Wraith teams had pointed out could be a holding location. The Mandalorian had pulled a dark gray cloak over his armor, a helmet that would fold up from pieces of tech when he needed it, but even now, there was part of a visor over his right eye that was providing him precious intel and spatial data.

“Alright, you raptors, where are you at…” He hoped he’d meet the Sluissi that were part of the resistance, the majority of them seemed to be siding with the Ssi-Ruuk. And that was just not good for organics.

 

[Pravina Venkatappa]

Cadet Pravina Venkatappa, 206-412
Post 1
Objective One
Fighter: TIE/RBFO Heavy Starfighter
Universal Launcher Loadout: 4 Guided Concussion Missiles, 4 Guided Diamond Boron Missiles
Position: Orbit of Sluis Van
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Ssi-ruuvi Imperium, ORC, Wraith Squadron

The screaming ion engines of a full squadron of TIE fighters cut through the eerie silence of space like a hot knife through butter. Having just been launched from the belly of a First Order warship that had just translated into realspace above the planet, the TIEs formed up into a distinctive Vic formation at the orders of the squadron leader. Their objective for the raid was to strike back at the Ssi-ruuvi Imperium by destroying their shipyards and other military assets in the system. However, the presence of Coalition assets would inevitably throw a wrench into the First Imperial objectives. For one, it was more likely that the Coalition sought to capture Ssi-ruuvi assets in an intact state, rather than outright destroying them. After all, the Coalition had the personnel to convert the assets to a useful state, while the First Order lacked the manpower and economic capacity to undertake such projects.

“Fire missiles at will on sectors 3-8 on the shipyards.” The designated targets came up on each pilot’s HUD. Pravina was assigned to fire at sector 4. After tapping a few buttons, she fired a pair of diamond boron missiles at the shipyard’s control center, with the intent to destroy the facility wholesale. The other fighters in the squadron fired their missiles as well, at targets which included the central repair rings, the bays, and the living facilities.

For the time being, the lone StealthX bearing civilian tags was ignored, but if it lingered for too long around the battlespace, it would very quickly arouse suspicion...

 

[Gray Venasir]

Objective: 2 + free slaves
Location: landside
Potential allies/nearby: [member="Kyle Farnes"]
Post 1

Sluis-Van wasn't a preffered planet to travel to. It wasn't bad in any particualr way, there just wasn't all that much to do there. And of course, the Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium was there. But now, Gray was going there, because the Coalition was going there. They were apparantl trying to free the world from the Ssi-Ruuk. But Gray was going there for different reasons: slavers. He had heard there were large entachment facilities where the Ssi-Ruuk had a lot of slaves to drain energy from. That was worse than what normal scum-bags used slaves for.

Flying as far away from the war-ships stationed over Sluis-Van, Gray managed to sneak past, hopefully avoiding any detection. He made for the Surface at the location where he knew at least one of the facilites were located. There would be others from the Coalition as well that were going to attack these facilities. There had to be. They were too great targets for the Coalition to not send People to. Only hope someone else is in this area, Gray thought as he looked for a good Place to put his ship Down.

He found a suitable Place after some time, though it wasn't especially great. But the ship stood steady, at least. He walked out of the ship, wearing a long Brown leather-coat, With his two blasters in their holsters underneath, and his brimmed hat on his head. "Now to find this facility. Or some allies," he said to himself. Allies would be good to have in this situation. He had heard something about a Sluissi Resistance Group that opposed the Ssi-Ruuk, but what were the chances of running into them. Still, it would be great to have them in the coming fight. He had met some of their species on repair stations for ships, and they had been quick to fix his.

"Alright, if I were a resistance Group, where would I be on this planet?"

 

[Vonnegut Pyre]

Objective One
Operation Cassius
Location: FIV Falcata, Command Bridge
[member="Robogeber"]
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"Receiving Orders Sir, transferring to your holo now." A satisfied grunt echoed from the Lt. Commander. He'd taken up position near the small holotable towards the rear of the bridge space, his XO Lieutenant Pyre just beside him. Their objectives were clear, though Lt. Pyre couldn't help but feel a shift of wind sucked from their sails. The Falcata and her sister ships were vessels of warfare. Hunters through and through. Being relegated to escort duty seemed a menial task and a gross misuse of their ability - but he was just an officer of the First Order. Duty first.

"Set combat lighting, all hands to battlestations. Plot course and coordinate movements with our group. Formation Kesh Eight Vev." A string of Lt. Commander Valencia's orders echoed across the bridge followed by a cacophony of replies in the affirmative. What had been a well lit bridge suddenly dimmed as the vessel's interior lighting took a maroon hue washed against its bulkheads. Soon enough they'd be in the thick of it.

 

[Griet van Vliet]

OOC: "<Speech in brackets is Ssi-ruuk speech>" while bracketless speech is Basic.

Objective 2: Dismantle the entechment facilities
Allies: ORC
Neutral: First Order
Enemies: Ssi-ruuk

"I've been sent here by the gods" she made her claims while knocking at the door.

"<What did the gods send you here for?>" the Ssi-ruu security guard asked Griet.

"The gods demand audited financial statements! They won't be satisfied until there is reasonable assurance that the entechment administration has fairly presented their financial position in all material respects as at the end of the Ssi-ruuk calendar year and for the year ended thereon!" Griet presented her claimed reasons for her visit.

Griet knew that, in highly religious cultures, such as the Ssu-ruuvi, it was easier to claim the gods asked for X to get people to have that done. She could also feel the Ssi-ruuk are puzzled by the coming of the auditors to the entechment facilities. All too often, from what the firm's clients operating at the fringe of Ssu-ruuvi space told others in the firm, it seemed that the "entechment administration" may have too wide of a financial latitude for their own good, even if it was, for them, a utility. Their gods would want at least an idea of whether their servants operated responsibly; now, it would be harder to tell what would happen if a financial scandal erupted in relation to entechment, especially if entechment was a state-owned enterprise. But what exactly did presenting fairly in all material respects mean here? She had a choice between five materiality bases: 5-10% of normalized EBIT, 0.5%-2% of assets, revenues or expenses, or 0.5-5% of equity. Without looking at their income statement and their balance sheet, she wouldn't make that choice. But here, someone else was going to be responsible for testing the internal controls, so her role as the audit manager here would be to take care of PP&E (or fixed assets under Ssu-ruuvi GAAP) because her mission was, in fact, to get them to somehow de-recognize the assets related to entechment proper.

"<What would the gods want audited financial statements for?>" the entechment manager asked Griet.

"The gods have little patience for significant errors in your financial statements; for them, you may as well be committing sacrileges if an adverse audit opinion is issued regarding the entechment operation"

"<What did we do to incur the gods' wrath? The gods clearly are angry if they sent alien auditors after us>"

"Being audited does not imply any financial wrongdoing on the auditees' part, so assume you did nothing to anger the gods until proven otherwise" she replied to the entechment manager. However, if proof of Ssi-ruuk accounting wrongdoing is found, I will have to issue an adverse audit opinion without fail, even if the misstatements aren't pervasive. These Ssi-ruuk will have a lot of work to do to earn an unqualified audit opinion, she thought.

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

Objective: Capture and defend the shipyards from [member='Robogeber']
Allies: Orc, [member='Sunrise Latakia']
Enemies: First Order, @Robogeber

The Batarian was floating near the hull of the Sluis Van. He needed to protect that shipyard against the First Order, but the shipyards gun were in red. Any ship would catch the fire of two fronts, so it was his mission to disable the guns and see if he could send a signal to Venus for reinforcement. For now he gave orders to his Needles "Stick it outside the main bridge. The Batarian will destroy any fighter that tries come close" "Sir, we got...a cruiser getting out of hyperspace. Do we abort mission?" He started to think. The Needles already finished their assignment and were waiting for instructions. The Sith were here to aid the shipyard or blow it away, without waiting for their people to leave.

This was worth a shot. If they manage to get a hold of the main bridge, they would control weapons. In that scenario, assuming that Venus wouldn´t delay in helping them, would provide enough firepower to make a difference. "We will stick to the plan. The Batarian will stay hidden in stealth mode for now. It will be our only way out of this system" He placed the triggers of every arrow in his holopad and made them explode at the same moment. Debris came flying away and bodies started to being expelled away. Acaleus waited a moment before entering, being followed by his task force.

 

[Cuan Kunn]

He knew that being part of Wraith Squadron was what was best for him and the Alliance. He was still the patriot for that government. And having the weapons and ships at his disposal? It meant a brand new StealthX, a new weapons platform in the shape of a rifle, not in sniper configuration, and a small hole out slugthrower, for starters. It meant a special program for his astromech, and access to whatever gear they could rightfully scavange and use. This as what it meant to be part of the top of the Alliance Remnant, and Outer Rim Coalition.

But it also meant that he was here, watching the supply train through a sniper rifle, and not up there. His StealthX wasn’t too far away, his primary means of escape, really. But for now, he had his orders. Report and when possible, take things out. “Hey, ground team, you hear me?” He called out, a translated shifting his Sullustan to Sluissi for the snakes. He received a few affirmative statements. His goal here, break the train, let the Sluissi move in, then join up with the Squadron’s next objective.

“Three….”

He took a deep breath and tightened his grip.

“Two…”

Finger on the trigger.

“One…”

Squeezing the trigger rapidly, aiming for Ssi-Ruuk heads.

[member="Rayf Vigil"]
[member="Loske Matson"]
[member="Decker Willo"]
[member="Max Darksun"]
[member="Frielle Kinniak"]
[member="Petir Soont"]

 

[Rayf Vigil]

Location: 10 Klicks Out from Entechment Facility
Objective: Hijack a Ride Into Town
Wraith Squadron: [member="Loske Matson"], [member="Cuan Kunn"], [member="Decker Willo"] [member="Max Darksun"], [member="Frielle Kinniak"], [member="Petir Soont"]

A las shot rang out across the Sluissi countryside. The closest Ssi-ruuk sentinel to Rayf's position collapsed in a heap.

"Now!"

Wraith Leader burst from his spot of camouflaged underbrush, firing a grapple hook at the passing train car and bracing himself against a sudden violent momentum which swept him up in the repulsorcraft's wake. His launcher automatically started to reel itself back in, and when the Old Man was high enough he clamped his mag locked boots onto the side and started to rappel upwards.

Kunn dropped three more sentries from a distance before the Ssi-ruuk realized there were insurgents in their midst, a mixed team of Wraith commandos and Sluissi rebels determined to seize the train for their own purposes. Rayf dropped another sentry at mid range with a precise shot from his A280-CFE, then tossed a thermal detonator into the compartment underneath and slammed its hatch closed. This supply convoy was their best way into the entechment facility.

Wraith's recon mission was over, but he wasn't about to leave all those people behind to suffer and die. Nothing in his orders forbid them from engaging along with the planned uprisings.

"Exterior is clear!" Rayf waved to the others, balanced precariously along the top of the train, "Sweep the train, neutralize any resistance."

He checked his chronometer nervously. They needed to pacify the Ssi-ruuk before they reached the facility checkpoint, or this would be a real short trip.

 

[Mazik Stazi]

Location: Approaching Shipyards
Objective: Attack and Defend
Area of Operations: [member="Robogeber"], [member="Vonnegut Pyre"], [member="Pravina Venkatappa"]

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COMBAT BRIDGE​

NEMO'S REVENGEhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/132154-ans-nemos-revenge/​

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"Contacts!" the Alliance flagship's executive officer cried.

Fleet Admiral Stazi glowered, "I'm aware of that, commander."

"No, sir. Imperial contacts."

The craggy old duros raised his brow, storming over to the bridge's tactical holodisplay and inspecting the sensor readings for himself. So it was. One Marauder cruiser and a Chausser-class corvette with a distinct engine profile were the only First Order ships so far visible to their scopes, and he would have reveled in their once endless navy's fall from grace if it didn't remind him so much of his own. This far out from Elrood, even a handful of hunter killers had the potential to disrupt their campaign for the sector.

"They seek to deny us our prize," his eyes narrowed, "Set a course for the shipyard and launch squadrons."

"But admiral, the rest of our fleet has yet to arrive," his second in command, the mon calamari Bashir, blinked his bulbous eyes in mild alarm, "Should we not wait for support before-"

"By then it will be too late. The Coalition wants those yards."

And you want more blood, Mazik could see the accusation in his subordinate's eyes, but his executive was professional enough not to voice it.

Instead he simply said, "Yes, admiral."

Plunging through spiral rings of a stellar body they had been using to mask their presence, the MC85 star cruiser sprang to life on sensor scopes nearer to the system's edge. Sublight engines on full burn, it would take precious time for the Revenge to close within firing range of the shipyard. Mazik felt the familiar hum of javelin hypervelocity cannons powering up in the deck plating underneath him. Powerful, precise. His enemy was more mobile and Stazi's flag was light on point defense, he would have to employ the battlecruiser's long range emplacements judiciously to protect their exposure.

"Ssi-ruuk destroyer moving to intercept!"

And then there were the locals.

"Maintain course and speed," Admiral Stazi crossed his arms, pondering the evolving calculus of battle.

Against the Imperium or First Order alone, he would have felt far more assured of victory. But a free for all? That was a series of variables to confound even brilliant tactical thinkers. The battle for Sluis Van had truly begun.

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Objective 2: Dismantle entechment facilities
Allies: ORC
Neutral: First Order

"First thing I would like to do with respect to PP&E is to make a physical count of the entechment rigs and to trace them in the fixed assets ledger, before we even get to tracing the building in that ledger. First, before we proceed with the physical count of the rigs, which depreciation method are you using for depreciating for your fixed assets?"

"<Straight-line>"

Depreciation and amortization. A concept that was often foreign to non-accountants because it was a non-cash expense. Under Ssi-ruuk GAAP, and, in fact, most GAAP frameworks, there were three allowable methods to depreciate non-current assets. Straight-line, declining-balance and units-of-production. However, for tax purposes, more often than not, units-of-production was not allowable. Thank the Force for Talz taxation not allowing to take CCA in excess of the EBITDA, she thought. She can feel it's even more tempting to attempt buying the rigs, especially if the rigs have limited useful lives remaining, and, even though she would normally not condone it, here it's all the more tempting to cook the books and have a horde of angry Ssi-ruuk come down on them as a result of the resulting financial scandal. But the opportunity hasn't arrived yet: she feels it may be easier for them to let go of worn-down rigs vs. relatively new ones. Especially if tracing them to the fixed asset ledgers allowed her to prove they were worn down enough to warrant such a sale.

"How long is the estimated useful life of the entechment rig?"

"<About 20 years; we brought in rigs from a plant on Lwhekk about a few years back>"

 

[Zef Halo]

Approaching Shipyards
Nemo’s Revenge Flank
Command Bridge, Mistress of Coins - http://starwarsrp.net/topic/133767-montrol-class-light-frigate/

“What’s with you aruetii and naming ships on cards?” Rohak asked breaking his usual grave silence people got used to. His tone was as emotionless even without his helmet on.

“Old captain be sayin’ ‘tis his lucky card.” Karl replied and saw Rohak faintly shake his head with a silent sigh.

Karl, of course, wasn’t his name.

No one named a Herglic Karl but it was a much easier name to call him. The Herglic picked it up a dozen decades ago when he was but a young fish seeking fortune and fame as part of a pirate crew.

For a Herglic he sure had picked up a good deal of Human dialects of Basic.

But who cares about Karl the Herglic?

Not Rohak.

Rohak cared only about the money. And right now he was having an absolute zero of the sugar sweet tickets that bought you the good things in life - booze, drugs and lady friends. Thus, he’d ended up accepting the job as a privateer for the Coalition. Just for this operation.

Freaking assaulting the shipyards of Sluis Van. Who the hell had even recommended him? Rohak was a dirty, brutal and merciless Mandalorian. Guess that’s what they needed.

“Reverting in 3...2...1...” someone irrelevant called out and the cold stars of realspace materialized on the viewscreen.

“Huh? There’s only one Coalition ship. Where are the rest?” some other irrelevant alien pointed out.

“We should’ve arrived with the rest-“ Karl began but Rohak cut him off.

“I plotted us the path.” no explanation to his action followed but Rohak liked being where he is supposed to be much earlier. That way he don’t get any nasty surprises coming.

But a surprise there was - First Order vessels. Far side of the Mistress of Coins and Nemo’s Revenge. Trajectory was pointing at the shipyards.

“Get me a line on the Coalition ship.”

The hologram of the Mandalorian would pop up insolently in front of Stazi. Vizsla’s emotionless face could’ve passed for a helmet and the voice that came from it sure did sound as if it had passes through a buy’ce’s vocalizer.

“They said follow the Nemo’s Revenge.” Rohak laconically said. The commander of the Nemo’s Revenge would already been briefed on Rohak and the pirate frigate ORC was employing for this operation.

He stood there unmoving and silent to the point the comms officer of the ORC cruiser had to double check if the connection was still okay.

It was.

[member="Mazik Stazi"]
[member="Robogeber"] [member="Vonnegut Pyre"] [member="Pravina Venkatappa"]

 

[Leona Hart]

Terminus
Three Days Prior
The Pawn Shop "Temperance"

"That's good info, yeah I can make use of it. I'll drop a thank you into your account. The usual, as agreed."

Leona was settled behind the counter, her feet kicked up on it and leaning back in her chair. The communicator warbled back at her and she laughed.

"Nah I ain't giving you an extra ten percent just cause I like you. Info's not THAT good. Yeah, I'll talk to you next week."

Thumbing the communicator off, Leona frowned. If she couldn't sell off the info, the only way to take advantage of it would be to go personally and see what she could salvage. She would make a smaller profit selling the info, while going herself was a gamble. A real gamble. Not about the credits but about safety.

A pause, rolling the stick of tabacc over between her teeth thoughtfully.

Course, she could do both.

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Sluis Van Airspace
Present Day

Charity, a L19 Heavy Freighter hung back from the tougher goings already forming around the ship yards. Leona wasn't a soldier. She was an opportunist. Leaning back in the pilot's couch, she watched as events started to unfold. From this distance, even if things went terribly wrong she could easily zip back out- no loss other than the cost of fuel and a wasted afternoon. But if she saw an opportunity, she could zip herself in and see what there was to pick up. In war, it wasn't stealing when it was the enemy after all. Not that Leona gave a chit about stealing, but having a logical justification amused her even if she knew it was all bullchit.

For now, she waited, relaxed and easy, but eyes sharp. Opportunities came and went in a heartbeat, easily lost if one wasn't paying attention.

 

[Kyle Farnes]

The Mandalorian was always here to help the Alliance, and lately, just the greater Coalition and causes of Light. He knew sometimes he’d have to be a Knight Errant, but it wasn’t always that he would be working alone. Hunting down the Raptors though, this he was doing to get anyone looking at him. It meant chasing down a supply line of slaves, and the armored Mandalorian was doing his task. Fixing the problems of the galaxy, rescuing those who needed it, and collecting a paycheck. As he made his way deeper into the city, he was starting to get a holographic map displayed. He knew where he was going and had it marked.

A slaver den.

Continuing on his path, it was a bit too late when he heard the roar of one of the Ssi-Ruuk.

“Frak.” He cussed as he dove out of the way from the shot. His lighter Beskar’gam allowing him some mobility. Returning fire in the direction the last shot came from, Kyle found his back against a wall, in a corner of sorts. Grabbing a concussion grenade from his belt he tossed it.

3…2…1…

He heard the explosion and knew that would gather all sorts of attention.

Hopefully a friend.

[member="Gray Venasir"]

 

[Cuan Kunn]

Kunn was good at a few things, but top of that list? Hitting small targets. Made him a great pilot against the TIE Fighters, and a wonderful sniper when the time came to it. Keeping the firing up, he was dropping the sentries away from where Rayf was. As he heard the all clear from Rayf and saw the Wraith Leader aboard the train, Kunn moved fast. Breaking his rifle down, mostly just folding and snapping into place, he put it on his back as he got to his feet.

Pulling out his grapple, he waited for the train to get into range and fired. A direct hit and he’d soon be pulled to the repulsor train. Holding on, he didn’t like this part, but the Wraiths were much different than his old units. Grinning as he got himself aboard, he caught up to Rayf while pulling out his rifle again, already folded for a medium range.

[SIZE=11pt]<<“This is a lot more than our last posting, hey, Old Man”?>> He would peak in about as much basic as he could muster. <<”Into the train.”>> He said as he found the next hatch, and leapt feet first inside.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Rayf Vigil"] [member="Loske Matson"] [member="Max Darksun"] [member="Decker Willo"] [member="Frielle Kinniak"] [member="Petir Soont"][/SIZE]

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Objective 2: Dismantle entechment facilities
Allies: ORC
Neutral: First Order

Griet was brought, under tight wraps, to the main room where entechment rigs were hooked up to transformers. It was a horrifying sight to any external auditor that wasn't a Ssi-ruuk: these poor slaves being hooked up to these entechment rigs, not just P'w'ecks, but also from other races that made up then-First Order population, Bardottans, Thakwaash, and, of course, humans. The Ssi-ruuk asserted the entechment rigs were worth a certain total amount, and their notes to the trial balance, which would then morph into an income statement, a statement of changes in equity, a balance sheet and finally a statement of cash flows, state that there were so many rigs in which locations, their number and their carrying amounts. Luckily, despite the apparent reluctance of the Ssi-ruuk management to allow non-Ssi-ruuk access to the ledgers, tracing the entire batch of rigs in use at this facility to the fixed assets ledger was quick: they all came from one transaction, and no partial disposal was made since the purchase date. However, the Ssi-ruuk had no entry on their fixed asset ledgers for the slaves themselves, so what was a major asset was off their balance sheet and had no accounting value. Nevertheless, it was the same problem Park Safari Kingdom was facing before relocating to Iokath. That, even though the purchase of livestock was, under Talz GAAP, expensed, for Talz taxation, it was capitalized.

"<Do you confirm the count of the entechment rigs at that facility, as stated in the notes to the balance sheet, was accurate?>" the manager asked, feeling that even an accurate physical count of the rigs may not be enough to satisfy the gods, despite the best evidence being available regarding that point: a direct observation.

"Yes"

 

[Mazik Stazi]

Location: Approaching Shipyards
Objective: Even the Odds
Area of Operations: [member="Rohak Vizsla"], [member="Robogeber"], [member="Vonnegut Pyre"], [member="Pravina Venkatappa"]

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COMBAT BRIDGE​

NEMO'S REVENGEhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/132154-ans-nemos-revenge/​

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"New contact on scopes! Allied telesponders, signature idents as Mistress of Coins."

"Pirates," his executive officer muttered, "We don't need their kind of scum."

"You go to war with the army you've got," Mazik reminded him, before commanding that the light frigate's hail be acknowledged with a curt nod, "Change of plans Captain Vizsla. The First Order is on site, we can't wait for the rest of the fleet."

Admiral Stazi matched Rohak's implacable gaze with a withering stare of his own.

"I want those yards, mandalorian. Earn your pay."

They were early. Looking to get the first pick of salvage no doubt, or perhaps the crew had simply ignored their mission briefing's call for a coordinated jump. Whatever the cause it mattered not, though it may upset Commander Bashir to admit it a pirate gang was now in the best position to help them secure a vital strategic asset and deny the Imperials their vengeance. The Pimbrellan craft was faster than his and far more agile, there was every chance that Rohak would be first to engage.

Especially if the Imperium had their way.

Deflector shields ablaze from scattered long range impacts, the Nemo's Revenge retaliated in kind with its hypervelocity cannons. Two Ssi-ruuk destoryers broke orbit, maneuvering to entrap the battlecruiser in a textbook crossfire. Normally Stazi would have ordered his navigators to take evasive action, but that would take too much time and the Imperial threat could not wait. Instead he ordered them to maintain course, ignoring his first officer's concerned looks and bracing himself against a support rail adjacent to the bridge's main holodisplay.

The Revenge exchanged a furious volley of broadsides with the alien destroyers, scuttling one completely and leaving the other adrift, badly crippled but still operational. Damage control teams hustled around him, putting out fires and evacuating wounded crewmen, while Bashir rattled off an updated status report. They had taken significant deflector damage and there were hull breaches on multiple decks, a cascade failure in the power distribution systems had knocked hundreds of turbolaser and ion cannon batteries offline. But they were still more or less in one piece, and still moving on sublight power towards the shipyards.

"I hope you know what you're doing," Bashir whispered in his ear.

"So do I."

Mazik's flagship was wounded, and a strategic algorithm which had once seemed acceptable was now perilously close to unsolvable.