We Come For Booty (Dominion Dom of Chiloon Rift and Irn)

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The fleet was on the move once more.

With Ventooine and her sister worlds behind them, the Chimaera and its allied elements now moved further north. The fleet was to split into thirds: the first would secure the chaotic realm of the Chiloon Rift, the second would move to assist the chieftains of Irn that had called for Dominion intervention on a civil dispute, and the third would move to rid the rest of the system of its pirate problem.

Cedric was not expecting much by way of issues.

The youth had boarded one of the shuttles that had now disembarked toward Irn itself. The policies of the clans were to be left to others - the Archlord had his own objective. The wilds of Irn were being rather...uncooperative. Many suspected it was the work of a malignant force, one that Cedric had every intention of countering.

What was happening with Irn was not a natural occurence.

Accompanied by his redcloaks, the Master [member="Lan Graendal"], and the apprentices [member="Bhakt Wemk"] and Ra, his chosen force was relatively small. A legion of Essonian Peacekeepers were attached to the efforts of those stablizing the clans, and the sect of the fleet heading toward the Chiloon Rift was more certainly the most sizable of the Dominion contingent.

"It's been a long time since I was in any position other than my command chair," Cedric mused, "I'll admit to being a bit excited about exploring a matter of the force. I am normally limited solely to reading rather than action."

 

[Riamah]

Ra followed behind and slightly to the left of [member="Cedric Grayson"] as they left the transport. She wore her black clothes and dark purple cloak. Her blaster at her hip, knives up her sleeves and in her boots as well as the spiked ball at the end of her braid. She left her staff behind not being very good at using it yet.

While unsure of the whole plan, all she knew was they were going to investigate Irn and what was going on there. Perhaps she was left in the dark about more to prevent information falling into the wrong hands. Aside of the investigation, her own goals are to expand her knowledge of the Force.

Along with her came Lan and Bhakt for this mission.

 

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Admiral Harris was on the bridge of his ship, he stood looking out into hyperspace, they were being relocated to help a civil dispute in the Irn system. The ships stuck tight and close, the fleet jumbled and formed. As the ships came from hyperspace, the ships quickly got into formation and contacted the chieftains of Irn.
"We are now in orbit, we are ready to deploy."
A fuzzy weak signal played as a blurry image of an alien fighting off hoards of attackers showed on the holotable, "Send, h*cut*elp no-" the transmission ended and the admiral quickly approached the windows of the bridge and slammed hard on a button on the pannels.
"Track his last location, Noone leaves this system until the threat is cleared!"
"Yes'sir!"
The button remained pushed for a few moments, then he turned and pulled hard, the ships came to life with sirens and the voice of Admiral Harris bouncing throughout the ship for all troops to their battle stations.
The holotable lit up, "Captains, high alert now, we are going downside now!"
The captains all saluted and with a yes sir their transmissions cut.

 

[Shorarri]

Shorarri hated space. He was aboard [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] ship. With each lurch the ship made, Shorarri's stomach felt like it was doing a somersault. He stared out the canopy of a small window at the endless inky black void. His body was held steady by a arm propped against the metallic walls of the vessel. Shorarri growled softly to himself and saliva dripped from his gaping maw. He tried valiantly with little successes to keep down the contents of his gut. But, alas a bucket sat at his feet and he disheveled the food that was left over in his belly into the bucket.

 

[Bhakt Wemk]

Once more into the field for Bhakt. He didn't think about the massive undertaking establishing and growing a galactic power truly meant. So here he was out to help bring another world under the banner of the Dominion. He'd would be joined by one of his teachers among the jedi [member="Lan"] Grendal, and his fellow learner Ra. He was ready to get started already kitted in his typical armor and his familiar Ax.

He looked over to the take in the young Archlord, the young boy had most likely saved his life back on Vjun. He'd only worked under him once before, but this would be his first ground mission with Cedric. The shuttle rattled slightly as it broke atmosphere and Bhakt took a look at the world. It didn't seem like anything special but the local clans that ruled the planet needed help and the Dominion was here to offer it. He looked over to Ra now and gave her a bit of a smile.

"Well this should certainly be interesting. We've never really gotten to talk have we Ra? Figured we might as well try and get to know each other down here a bit sense we'll probably be seeing alot of each other."

 

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The red cloaks were utterly silent as they regarded the gathering of apprentices.

Cedric eyed them with less awkwardness. The soldiers wore full face gas-masks that hid their features well, and the plasma rifles strung across their backs made them stand rather oddly. they struck an odd appearance, one that was both intimidating and fascinating to watch.

That suited the Archlord perfectly.

Gray eyes passed over the Nikto. This was the champion he had chosen back on Vjun, he realized. The youth offered the Nikto a rare smile, one that brimmed with warmth and something akin to pride. Then his attentions shifted to Ra, the white haired woman that he caught himself peering at more than he normally would have. She, like Bhakt, was likely a few years his senior, though it did not look so. Cedric was just over six feet in height and built for it. The way he held himself was like that of a commander, not a child.

The youth grimaced as the ship jostled about in the planet's upper atmosphere.

"You both can call me Cedric," he said, "I prefer names over titles when we aren't doing official work. My red-cloaks should keep us safe enough should problems make themselves apparent." His brow furrowed, "I wonder what is causing all these problems on Irn."

[member="Bhakt Wemk"], @Ra'a'mah

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

Irnfall City​

"Bring me another one, please..."

The deep voice bubbled up from a thick, broad chest that belonged to an, oddly enough, not so drunk individual who was taking a break from the day he'd been having. The sun was falling as the clock ticked away the seconds to nightfall, though he wouldn't have known any better. In fact, if Varus had his way, he wouldn't emerge from that bar until the sun was coming up. He was well aware that the owners of said bar had no intentional letting him stay that long, however, and besides that he'd come to Irn for a reason.

There was something off about the planet, and although he hadn't anyone to answer to any longer, he had wound up there anyway of his own accord. The force had been practically been screaming at him to beware of that planet, but curiosity had always managed to best him. In fact, had he not wound up there eventually it would have merely caused him constant bother, always nagging at him in the recesses of his mind at every waking moment. He sought out chaos, those days, trying as he might to find someone that could end him properly. Someone who could take up arms against him and rid that galaxy of his drunken debauchery. Since his failed relationships had wrought havoc on his addictive tendencies and his falling from the grace of the Republic had stymied his overall purpose in the galaxy, he'd been looking for a means to an end. Whether that day was now or years from that moment was still uncertain, however.

"Thanks.", he said as he reached out and took the glass from the peppy young human girl who smiled at him, turned and practically floated away. It was a compliment, really, despite her glaring ignorance in her excessive innocence. She was young and stupid, making her far less appealing than she might would hope to be. In the end, though, Varus knew he still had it in him, which made him smirk as he took a sip from the glass of whiskey he was now holding.

"What secrets do you hide, Irn...?", he asked himself softly.

 

[Riamah]

When [member="Bhakt Wemk"] addressed her, Ra turned to look at him and nodded. She gave him a slight smile, but since she wasn't fully familiar with the others around, her face remained mostly neutral. Tilting her head to the side slightly before speaking.

"I'm not much of a talker and usually when I do open my mouth around strangers, a fight ensues. Quiet and observant is my best quality and where I can make informed decisions based on the information given to me.

"This will indeed be interesting."

If she didn't have as much control over her emotions that she did, her face would have a pink at least. Perhaps it was.

[member="Cedric Grayson"] broke his silence informing them to call him just Cedric and Ra nods.

"Call me Ra, so much easier and faster than Ra'a'mah.

"What information do we have on Irn?"

She looked at his grey eyes and waited for his answer.

 

[Vishkar]

Vishkar was already on the planet of Irn, trading food and medicine with the local clans in an attempt to befriend them in the name of the Galactic Alliance, and possibly continue further trading and relations with the planet, in hope of turning the forested world into a colony.

All of this would be in vain if the possibility of an invading force were true.

The Ithorian was by his ship, the Spirit of Rothana, when the buzzing of dropships came fromthe skies. Vishkar rumbled in his heart, fearing for himself and the peoples on the planet.

Though he felt a familiar presence from the ships that were above. Who or what they were, though, he did not truly know. He would soon find out. He spoke to himself to keep his mind calm in his deep, rumbling native Ithorian, but truth be told, he was terrified.

More bloodshed, violence, and death was to come, and after what had happened on Mygeeto, he couldn't bear to feel any more of it.

 

[Bhakt Wemk]

The Nikto smiled and nodded as Ra answered him. He knew the girl was a bit reserved around others and he didn't feel it necessary to keep bothering her. They would have plenty of time to get to know each other.

Bhakt had luckily had the...pleasure of seeing Cedric's Red Cloaks on their mission to retrieve an ancient vessel near the outer rim. He was then drawn to Cedric himself and saw the young lord smiling at him. It was a subtle smile but the Nikto couldn't help but return it. He notice Cedric take note of Ra before he addressed the two of them. Huh, once again the openness and general attitude of the Dominion took him by surprise. Though he would probably have this thought for awhile as he was still adjusting to being a part of a whole and not simply a pawn in a crew.

The Archlord then mentioned that he wasn't sure what could be causing such a disturbance down the planet. Bhakt had no idea either. All the report said was they were going to help settle some kind of dispute and Ra shared in his seniment.

"Hmm anything else to go on besides some kind of civil dispute?"

 

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"The clans are agitated. There's word of war on the horizon," Cedric mumbled, his brow furrowing. A war between locals was not something the Dominion would normally involve itself with, but Cedric had a personal disdain for such things. Civil wars had no purpose other than to further divide the population, only instead of doing so with words, they did it with blood. Reports from the world had told the youth little, save for the fact that a single clan had rallied many others to its banner. They sought conquest beyond their world, though to accomplish that they would need to subdue their own neighbors. The situation was getting out of control rapidly, and Cedric had an inkling as to why.

The forest below was shrouded in dense fog. The trees the fog hid were covered in dense green foliage, though there was little light to reveal their beauty. The skies above were laced with clouds pregnant with rain, and the afternoon sun was already beginning to set.

The moment the shuttle began to settle down in one of the clearings, Cedric felt something wrong.

"The clan in question hails from this region. They say their land is cursed, and that is why they must relocate," he chewed down on his lower lip. "It all sounds little far fetched to me, but then there might be something ethereal causing problems here."

The shuttle hissed it touched down, its doors hissing open. It was only coincidence that it came to rest just half a mile away from [member="Vishkar"]'s vessel, the ship having been hidden by the dense fog.

[member="Bhakt Wemk"], @Ra'a'mah, [member="Varus Shatterstar"]

 

[Bartic Myth'rand]

Post 1
Location: Chiloon Rift
Objective: Find and destroy the pirate base

Bartic longed to be a proper captain again, when he had the opportunity to take a trio of Venator-class destroyers on a hunt for a group of pirates he jumped at the chance, not only would he get to use his skills as a commander again but he was also able to counter most pirates and he was an ex-pirate himself. A particularly notorious group, identified as the as the 'Screaming Hawk-Bats' guilty of over 473 identified piracy incidents and suspected of involvement in over 2000 more. It was time to bring order to this nebula and by extension the entire sector and surrounding space.

Bartic turned and gave an order, "Hold the fleet here and start a deep scan, find me a safe route through this junk."

[member="Shorarri"]

(FS)Resolute Venator-class Star Destroyer
T-65B X-wing (192)
BTL-S3 Y-wing (192)
RZ-1 A-wing (36)

Bravery Venator-class Star Destroyer
T-65B X-wing (192)
BTL-S3 Y-wing (192)
RZ-1 A-wing (36)

Fearless Venator-class Star Destroyer
T-65B X-wing (192)
BTL-S3 Y-wing (192)
RZ-1 A-wing (36)

 

[Riamah]

Why were they involving themselves in a local cival war? Ra kept her question to herself and figured the answer would be answered over the course of this mission. As the ship landed and opened, Ra could smell that rain would be falling soon. The humid air hit them like a wave and Ra was very glad she brought her cloak even if she would be a bit warm it would keep her pretty dry when the rain did start.

"Cursed? So much curses and wild animals involved these days."

She shrugged slightly and closed her mouth.

"What is our course of action here, Cedric?"

 

[Shorarri]

Shorarri emptied the last of his stomach into the bucket and righted himself. The ship had stopped for a moment and Shorarri took the moment to breathe. He longed for the smell of fresh air. Not this recycled crap that smelled of metal and sweaty flesh. Shorarri watched as a pair of pilots walked by and he grabbed one by the arm [Why have we stopped?] He roared. The pilot merely looked at him curiously, but the other one spoke in his stead. "The captain is scanning for local delinquents," The man replied professionally. Shorarri nodded, he was unsure how he felt about a potential space battle...

[member="Bartic Myth'rand"]

 

[Bhakt Wemk]

Bhakt nodded as the Archlord explained the situation. So something was setting off these clans. He'd heard of many worlds controlled by clans like this. Sometimes war was unavoidable on worlds like these, but as she shuttle touched down and dense fog laden forest; Bhakt immediately felt uneasy. The folds on his face tingling slightly, the Nikto equivalent of goosebumps. The young Archlord had mentioned that they were close to the clan that had called out for aid.

"Relocate? They must be pretty spooked to up and move an entire clan. Though now that we're here...I think I might feel why."

Bhakt exited the ship behind a few Essonian peacekeepers and took in the forest around them. That feeling in his face growing stonger as he walked the surface.

"Yeah I can definitively see why."

[member="Cedric Grayson"] - [member="Vishkar"] - @Ra'a'mah - [member="Varus Shatterstar"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

Post 1

Unmoving, Grace tried her best to imitate the strange, stiff posture of the men surrounding [member="Cedric Grayson"]. Her breath sounded strange to her through the helmet and mask, like the noise of some tortured, twisted spawn of alchemy struggling for each breath. She could feel sweat trickling across her brow, and the whole suit of armor felt like an oven. How did people fight in these? Besides, if felt like the Force was distant, something locked outside her new shell. Still, she stood, her eyes flicking between the two apprentices as she listened to Cedric's words. One, the Nikto, she had met. He seemed to fear the dark side, something they would have to break him of. The darkness was dangerous, but the Light should not always fear it. The girl, however, was a mystery. She's never met the white haired woman, and her actions revealed little. Time would tell what she was.

Time will tell.

She watched the Nikto as he walked out, and smiled. Still he recoiled at the dark's touch.

[member="Ra'a'mah"] [member="Bhakt Wemk"]

 

[Bartic Myth'rand]

Post 2
Location: Chiloon Rift
Objective: Find and destroy the pirate base

One of the officers called back to him, "Sir, we have a course, it seems to be the only way in or out, but it's too narrow for us to maintain our current formation."

"Very good, take us in first, the Bravery next, and the Fearless will take up the rear."

The fleet got underway again slowly moving into line and entering the nebula, there was no doubt that the base would deep with in it.

[member="Shorarri"]


(FS)Resolute Venator-class Star Destroyer
T-65B X-wing (192)
BTL-S3 Y-wing (192)
RZ-1 A-wing (36)

Bravery Venator-class Star Destroyer
T-65B X-wing (192)
BTL-S3 Y-wing (192)
RZ-1 A-wing (36)

Fearless Venator-class Star Destroyer
T-65B X-wing (192)
BTL-S3 Y-wing (192)
RZ-1 A-wing (36)

 

[ToKola Bakari]

{1}
{Location: Chiloon Rift}
{Allies: [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] @Shorarri}

Zaz made his way to the ship's bridge. Content with acting as the boarding Commander for this mission he found himself amused with the prospect of fighting with pirates. Though he couldn't care less about the system and it's dealings the Dominion had decided it was in their interest to clear the system of it's built up rabble.

Entering the bridge Zaz immediately inclined his head to [member="Bartic Myth'rand"]. "What's up, Captain?" He spoke from underneath his bucket, his voice laced over with his comm system's metallic overlay.

 

[Vishkar]

There was a disturbance in the forest.

Vishkar could feel it in the air around him, in the general feel of the forest; being Ithorian, his natural connection to nature made him notice things that many other species couldn't feel. It was possible that what he felt was the coming invasion force, for they had already landed and was currently awakening the forest around them. It didn't feel right. Especially to Vishkar.

The tall Ithorian pilot took up blaster pistol, a weapon he seldom used due to his pacifistic nature, and began to wander towards the feeling of motion and the familiar presence he had once seen not long before.

Whatever it was, the Ithorian wasn't going to let it harm the planet.

[member="Bhakt Wemk"] | @Ra'a'mah | [member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

[Shorarri]

The ship began to move again and Shorarri had to swallow a hunk of steak that atempted to work its way back up. The pilots walked away at sensing the Wookiees illness and began to snicker to themselves privately. Shorarri cursed them for their lack of sympathy. He began to walk through the metallic halls treading carfully so as not to upset his stomach then made his way to what appeared to be an elevator. The elevator brought him to the bridge and Shorarri entered carefully. As soon as he entered he threw up all over the command console

[member="Bartic Myth'rand"]
[member="Zaz Tal'Verda"]