Welcome to the Gun Show [First Order T1 Dominion of Zonju V]

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Zonju V​

Post (1)​

Objective: 2​

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Castor adjusted the scarf around his face - the blustering winds causing sand to blow around the barren plain. A stark contrast to the home of the Ren, the humid jungles of Virgilia, but Castor knew all to well these dry and barren spaces were just as deadly if not more. The vegetation was sparse, wildlife hardened to the desolate and savage climate. The Ren had been tasked with the examination of a former Sith stronghold, now it lay in ruin but the Dark Side could be felt for miles away. Formerly the stronghold of a cult known as the Disciples of Ragnos centuries ago, it seemed the place still held power - strange to say in the least.

Sliding the goggles down from atop his forehead he narrowed his eyes as they settled on his face. They had yet to travel the full distance, nearly arrived however. Taking a few steps across the almost orange sand, the Knight of Ren threw his leg over the side of the Speeder Bike and mounted up, the rapid start of the engines kicking up a small dust cloud behind it. The rest would follow, of that he was certain. Setting his eyes on their target, a large butte in the distance the site of the former stronghold. Looking quickly over his shoulder and nodding at those gathered there, he kicked his speeder into high gear, a streak of dust and sand rising into the air in his wake.

Spoiler

Objective 1. Establish a Military Garrison on the Planet of Zonju V in hopes that order can be established.

Objective 2. Investigate the site of an ancient ruin, once a stronghold of the Disciples of Ragnos. Be wary, the Dark Side is yet strong as it emanates from this location, whether living beings or spectral anomalies reside within the ancient structure, it screams of danger.

Objective 3. Create a biodome facility from which to grow crops as the barren landscape does not easily allow for agricultural expansion. In developing this facility, sustenance and assistance can be provided for the local population.

Objective 4. BYOO - There are plenty of gangsters and swoop bike gangs to be eradicated from their hidey holes. Law and Order will be established.

 

[LT-137]

Location: Zonju V
Objective: Bring the Word of Law.
Allies: The First Order.
Post Count: 1/10

[SIZE=11pt]Once, long before the age of darkness had claimed the core of the galaxy, the world of Zonju V had held the promise of secular enlightenment. Its people were proud to scrape a living off the rolling dunes and reap the bounty of the soil that laid beneath. However, as the secret of the sands had spread throughout the stars, the vile Hutts had dug their rotund digits into the earth and made the planet their own.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Gone was the lost legacy of those that inhabited this world before the coming of the Slugs. Their memories were becoming nothing more than storied myth, then fading from thought altogether as the universe fell prey to the viral infection of the plague. In that time, between the fall of a long-forgotten kingdom and the collapse of the cartels, Zonju V became a world of safe harbor for miscreants and lawbreakers. It's the rule of law was that of the Gun, and whoever drew their weapon faster stood for righteousness. In this terrible shadow, those that ruled this world with an Iron Fist exploited the secret of the sands, much like the Hutts had in the times before their fall from grace. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Corruption grew. None were safe from it’s ever present and looming shadow. Thus, as word had reached the First Order that their Southern Reaches were open to those that sought to do them wrong, and prey upon the Innocent Imperials that dwelled within that region of space, action was taken. The illumination of Imperialism would turn its gaze towards this barren world and remake it in their glorious image. The foul taint festering upon its surface would be expunged by those who brought the Law, one stronger than that of the Gun. Those below, on this wistfully spinning world, would know the folly of their ways and repent. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]And so, upon wings of justice, the Stormtrooper Sergeant, Torian Pierce descended to the world to enact his Master’s will. [/SIZE]

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Zonju V.
Post 1

Mishel took her cloak's hood and draped it over her head. She knew little of the land and cared less for it, there was nothing here as far as she was concerned and as she surveyed the barren landscape nothing seemed to be all it had to offer. Indeed it was a stark contrast from the Bastion, from the colourful lands of Virgilia but nevertheless here they were. Seiger Ren their father in as so Mishel was concerned directed them here. Personally, she cared not for the Sith ruins, or who this was. Disciples of Ragnos, whoever they were they were not Ren. She followed in suit of [member="Castor Ren"] taking to a speeder bike, throwing her leg over the side of one that had been off to the side of Castor's. Dust kicked up by the hot wind licked at her legs, she adjusted her hood to pull a scarf out covering her mouth and rummaged through a small satchel to grab a pair of eyewear that slid over her ears with ease. Turning the ignition, she heard the speeder roar to life and followed after her brother.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Objective 2
Post 1

[member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"]

The BB-10 unit stood -- if you could call it sitting -- in the space between the driver's seat and the navigator's seat on the small speeder truck that currently sped across the desert of Zonju V. He had hooked himself into the truck's data center, and was accessing what he could find about the backwater planet. He did not quite understand the First Order's interest in what was, to his understanding, a rather small and sad little planet with limited strategic value. But he knew better than to question the First Order hierarchy. Besides, it gave him an excuse to engage in his favorite activity: spending time with his battle-buddy, Captain Fortan. The Captain hadn't yet asked for a drink which was somewhat puzzling to the droid, but BB-10R2 was sure that he'd be given a chance to exercise his best drink-mixing skills soon enough. They didn't call him "Bartoo" for nothing.

//INTERROGATORY: DOES CAPTAIN FORTAN III WISH TO BECOME FAMILIAR WITH ZONJU V TOPOGRAPHY?

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Landing Site, Zonju V​

Post (2)​

Objective: 1​

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The landing had been the easy part, but now came the boring and less glorious function of being a military official - logistics. Already they'd encountered a minor logistics error when the shuttle containing the majority of their tools and equipment had experienced an engine failure on ignition. The shuttle had been delayed and so the supplies and construction materials for the small garrison had arrived but there wasn't anything they could do without those tools. Whomever had come up with the load plan would have to have a stern talking to, wasn't it common procedure to evenly distribute equipment so that mishaps like this didn't happen?

A sigh of relief escaped the Major's lips as his eyes locked on to a small flotilla of shuttles descending from where the small fleet above was locked into orbit - their supplies at last. Raising his voice over the wind whistling across the barren mesa, he let more than a few troopers know that they were in the way of the landing zone. Scuttling away, they began to unload the construction materials in preparation for the tools to arrive. It only took another twenty minutes before the construction had begun, the sound of tools and machinery whirring as the foundations began to be laid for the small installation. It would be the first of many - the lawless wastes of Zonju were just another beast to be tamed by the security and order the Supreme Leader wished to enact across the outer regions of the galaxy.

Noticing a familiar gait, Rolf jogged a short distance, shouting through his helmet's vocoder as he tried to catch up with the quickly walking figure.

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"Tarkin! Hey Tarkin! Long time no see!"​

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[member="Ranulph Tarkin"]​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Objective 2
Post 2

Pierce could have really gone for that drink about now, but he was driving a supplies van across the desert, and alcohol, low humidity, and heat didn't make such a fantastic combination. He adjusted a knob on the instrument panel and then looked out the viewport again. "Aren't I seeing Zonju V's topography now?" he asked, with a downard glance at his faithful companion. "It's desert, as far as the eyes can see. Flat, dry, disgusting, dusty desert."

He shifted gears and slammed the accelerator. Time to get moving. He spoke into his communicator: "This is Caravan One One Three Eight, reporting good conditions and clear roads. Or -- desert plains, as it were. Anticipated arrival to coordinates, just under three standard units, over."

[member="Castor Ren"] | [member="BB-10R2"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

Objective 1
Post 2

Tarkin spun on his heels, he's heard that voice before. Yes, he had and recalled that voice getting him out of feth during the Ssi-Ruuk invasion, although if he were to be honest that same voice got him into that chitfest to begin with. He had been among the first to disembark around Zonju V somewhere on the outskirts of Zoronhed he imagined but they he imagined it because he couldn't quite figure where they were this time other than another backwater, barren world. He held in one hand a pair of signals as it would be his job to ease supplies back toward the new base, rather citadel he thought as he hoped to have another one built just like the one on Yalara. Mind you he didn't have control over that, still he gave his attention to the Major. His vision clear as day, even from the helmet. "Major!" He greeted with ease and then wondered who in the feth he ticked off to get another chithole post such as this. He'd give anything to be sitting on Sor Yusan or even Aridente for Balances sake.

[member="Rolf Amsel"]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Objective 1
Post 3

"Make sure the depth of field is in place so we don't get super-classified military equipment on camera. That would be bad for us," Lydia said to her cameraman, who was fiddling with the broadcast camera. He stepped back from the viewfinder after checking the settings, then offered for her to step over and check. She did so, leaning over to the viewfinder. The cameraman took her place in front, and the focus immediately resolved on him, blurring out the equipment and personnel in the background. She stood up, offered a thumbs up, then went to her mark.

"And we're rolling on five -- four -- three -- " He fell silent, holding up two fingers, then one, then pointed at Lydia.

"Hello. I'm Lydia Finn-Camden for Avalonia Broadcasting System, and I'm coming to you from an undisclosed location, where we have been granted exclusive access to the First Order's expeditionary process. By the time this film airs, the operation you see here today will be completed. We're going to take you inside some of the methods used by our brave armed services when pacifying a potentially difficult location. Much of the process is classified, but you can be sure that what we can talk about, you won't be hearing from any other media company. Let's begin, shall we?" She held her smiling pose for a few moments until her cameraman held up his hand. "Good?"

"Good," called the cameraman. "For you standing in front of a big, blurry background."

"They can't all be warzones."

[member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Ranulph Tarkin"]

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

Post 3.
BYOO

Ishana was set up at a game of cards, in Zoronhed the main place of business as it were. She happened to like Zoronhed's lawlessness because it meant she could skirt outside of First Order territory and enjoy herself. "Ragnar's Cove," was the name of the place she as at now. The port city had a lot of thru traffic these days, mostly swoop bike games but still she looked over around the Cove which felt more like a Corellian Saloon than anything else. Swinging double doors that made it so you could see hats and feet but not much else, gambling tables on the left and a bar on the right with food and music in between. Ladies wearing tight outfits served your drinks and the smoke from just about all the cigarettes clogged up much of the air. Ishana was somewhere between four and five hands into a game, she'd been studying the players around her, getting a feel - waiting to make the big score.

[member="Torian Pierce"]

 

[LT-137]

Location: Zonju V
Objective: Bring the Word of Law.
Allies: The First Order.
Post Count: 2/10

Reassignment had not been kind to the Sergeant. He was bonded to those that were lost in the void above Kaeshana, and the Unit that he had been placed in charge of hated him for being the replacement for their beloved commander. It was a mutual dislike for one another and was the primary cause for them to be assigned to this backwater, frontier world to dispense the coming Order’s word of law. There was no government to bring into the fold, and as the gangs would fight against the winds of change - there was but one choice. They’d suppress the rampant spread of corruption by eliminating the rival clans, and tear them from the playing field - by force if required. From there, those warring tribes would be replaced with those they oppressed. The Human populace that slaved away atop the sands to uncover its secrets. They would be uplifted in the beauteous light of Imperialism and would grow under the Order’s watchful gaze.

Or, at least that’s what Torian wished to believe. After they had staked their claim in this world, the Soldier would be transferred off to another theater and find himself doing something similar under yet another alien star. Then Zonju V would become nothing more than a fading memory. The Sergeant smiled as he recognized the irony, having read about the mythical history of this misbegotten world that very morning. It was humorous to see the vicious cycle of history repeat itself before his eyes. However, as the warning lights on his dropship flickered crimson, the Stormtrooper moved towards the rear of the craft and began working through his pre-deployment rituals. He would transfer from soldier to soldier, ensuring their gear was properly fitted and prepared for the harsh climate of this sun-baked world that awaited them outside. When it was complete, Torian lifted his rifle from the rack and set its charge to stun - as there was little need to slay those that sought to defy the coming Word of Law - despite the fact he really... really wanted to slaughter everyone down below.

Such was the way of the One Sith, and look where it had led them.

He had to forget. He had to move on. Though, even though their Empire had crumbled and their Influence was scattered to the wind, their looming shadow still clung to the depths of his consciousness. It warped his thoughts, and forced him - No. He bit his tongue, causing a small trickle of blood to dribble down his chin. The man had to focus, and the pain - as gloriously distracting as it was, did little to alleviate the tempest within his thoughts.

That was when the light turned green, and the deployment ramp slammed into the cracked earth below.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Former Fortress, Zonju V​

Post (3)​

Objective: 2​

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Already the heat of the planet had caused a slick layer of perspiration to accumulate at the edge of the Ren's goggles, a subtle itch developing. Heat was something the Ren were used to but this... this was a dry heat. As the speeder bike shot across the dusty mesa, Castor reached down with one hand, freeing a small bottle of water. Swerving slightly as he looked back up he nearly missed a stray cactus. *That would have hurt.* he thought dryly as he took a quick swig of the water before replacing the cap. Knuckling down and cranking the accelerator he continued on course for another ten minutes - the distance across the open plain was deceptive, even more so given the heat waves distorting everything along the horizon.

Approaching the jutting butte, Castor brought himself around in a wide sweep - already he could feel the power emanating from the place. His equipment had been strapped to the rear of the speeder bike but he'd made sure to strap a blaster to his thigh and a saber to his belt. The outside of the ruin looked just that, a ruin but the subtle tendrils of the Force spoke to much more within its ravaged walls. Time had not been kind to the exterior of the former fortress, much of the original structure sand blasted away, no doubt due to the storms out here in the sandy desert. Even so, there was yet an entrance, what looked to be a giant archway, one magnificent - now in shambles. It would make a great point from which to begin their excavation and exploration effort.

Dismounting his speeder bike swiftly as he pulled up to one of the larger pillars of the archway leading to the entrance he gently adjusted the goggles, removing them from his face and hanging them on the handlebars of the speeder. A simple flick of a switch and the speeder itself began to power down, the whistle of the wind once more the dominating sound aside from the other speeders no doubt close behind. Taking the time to adjust his clothing, he waited for the others. As he watched, he noticed one more addition - the supply wagon he supposed.

[member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"]​

 

[Ria Misrani]

Post 4.
Zonju V.

"Seems to be a better way to meet than the last time, mhmm Major?" Ranulph asked as he marched alongside the man, "we're building up something here hopefully akin to the Citdael on Yalara or something like the Modular Fortresses. I think we brought enough duracrete, though." He gestures with his thumb, the vocabulator mincing his accent just enough. Adjusting the strap on his shoulder that marked him as an officer he pushed forward although as he turned back he noticed a woman. "Oi," he wondered, "what's the civilian with a camera doin' 'ere?" Journalists, bloody journalists - he thought to himself he never quite liked them poking their noses in things. Admittedly that one was cute, still he wanted to know what she was doing here but kept his vision forward toward the site. "Navy wants a bit of something 'ere too, FIMS should be out soon enough to get a station up and going." It was all he knew of the situation personally.

[member="Lydia Finn-Camden"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Objective 2
Post 4

[member="Castor Ren"]

//COMMENT: ZONJU V IS PREDOMINANTLY DESERT PLAINS, HOWEVER, INTERESTINGLY IT ALSO CONTAINS A VARIED ECOSYSTEM OF DESERT MOUNTAINS AND DESERT VALLEYS. AVERAGE PRECIPITATION IS 102 CENTIMETERS PER YEAR, CONTROLLING FOR DIFFERENCES ACROSS THE PLANET.

BB-10R2 took [member="Pierce Fortan III"]'s comment about seeing all of it as an answer to his question, and responded in kind. He chittered absentmindedly to himself as his head spun around to survey the back of the supply truck's cabin. It was filled with equipment, ranging from the high-tech sensor equipment and other devices the droid wasn't quite able to identify, to the pedestrian collection of shovels, pick-axes, pry-bars, etc. The droid would help to calibrate the sensor suite when it was set up, so that would be fun. He so seldom got to communicate with those of his own kind.

The droid was distracted when the speeder began to slow, and he whipped his head back around, chittering a question:

//INTERROGATORY: HAS THERE BEEN A MECHANICAL FAILURE TO CAUSE US TO SLOW DOWN?

 

[Zmej Ren]

Location: Canyons
Objective: 4
Post: 1


Racing through the barren canyons of Zonju V offered either no distraction at all or way too much excitement for one to live through. The desolate landscape was not much to look at. Everything covered in dust and sand, little to no vegetation, sandstone rocks being the dominant sight no matter where one looked. Of course, that proved true only until pirates, bandits and other lawless scum appeared out of nowhere and turned any unlucky sentient to walk through these parts into a corpse. Even the most boring of journeys suddenly turned into a frantic fight for survival, especially if the bandits happened to ambush untrained farmers or foolish tourists. Zmej Ren was neither though. Clad in plate head to toe, the young woman speared the dry, arid environment on a speeded. That was more than enough to mark her a valuable target. In this case, the spider would discover its prey was no ordinary fly though.

Required to secure and search a stronghold used by the Disciples of Ragnos, Zmej’s armoured form sat atop a sleekly designed speeder, racing against the wind and closing in on the destination. The Force had different plans for the young practitioner of the dark side though, and so as the hovering bike thundered through the canyons, two more vehicles of the same shape and size made a quick entrance, emerging from a blind corner and threatening to crash into the disciple’s choice of transportation. With no other choice, the Zmej’s hands swiftly tore the steering vanes to the right, making a sharp turn that ended in absolute decrease in speed to prevent a fatal crash. Even before the Ren hopped off the speeder to address this accordingly, a shot hit the ground next to her, a cloud of dust raised upon the impact. Seeing the two speeders turn around and head straight at her only confirmed her suspicion, and thus the gauntleted hand went for her lightsaber that’s been dangling from the woman’s hip so far.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Landing Site, Zonju V​

Post (4)​

Objective: 1​

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"What're the odds, two crap sets of orders in a row?"​

He chuckled at that. Last he'd seen Tarkin they'd been in quite the sticky situation. The Ssi-Ruuk invasion was it? Yes, that was it. Their shuttle had crashed pretty hard - it had been quite the blunder after that, how they survived the gods only knew. Stepping up to the man he extended his gloved hand in greeting.

"So - they've got you here assisting with the construction of the garrison? I've been removed from Combat duty for a bit, all the injuries, I guess high command wants to be sure I haven't lost my nerve."

Procuring a datapad from a nearby trooper, Rolf paged through the supply manifests and the blueprints he'd received for the installation. After eyeing them for a moment he looked up, trying to orient the data pad in a direction that made sense based on where he was standing. Naturally, the command structure was one of the first to go up, in fact the walls were already connected but they'd have to wait for the engineers to hook up the climate control and get the roof on - then they could chat in the relative comfort of forcefully cooled air. Now that would be a luxury Rolf wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon. Already the heat had begun to irritate him but just as any trooper, he embraced the suck and continued on. He was pleased with their progress, already a perimeter had been established, some of the newest prototype equipment being deployed across the barren plain - above ground constructs.

Consisting of duracrete and durasteel rebar - they would prove a solid perimeter defense tool, perhaps even be utilized in further campaigns, the idea was an interesting one. Provided by Brandt-Volcata Industries, the tech was pretty standard, no electronics but the applications... ideas coursed through Rolf's brain. For a moment he lost track of where he was, only being forced back into reality as a nearby piece of machinery began to operate, the roar of the engines cutting through the air. Looking back to the other officer, he shrugged.

"It practically constructs itself. Care to walk the perimeter with me?"​

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[member="Ranulph Tarkin"]​

 

[Darth Metus]

It had been months now since Tund.

In that time, the Behemoth had found minimal success in unlocking the treasure he had pilfered. At a glance, his prize was decrepit: a tome of musty pages yellowed by excessive age. The script was barely legible, and that which Malok could read was in a language he did not understand. During leisure hours, he would scour the HoloNet for the meaning of these words - yet satisfaction eluded him...until very recently. A shady board on the backside of the Net bore some semblance of fruit, providing a lead located on Zonju V. It was a long shot, of course, but he was in the area.

So, a borrowed shuttle descended from on high and landed upon one of Zoronhed's many docks. At once did Malok disembark, flanked by a pair of his men, before striding off in the direction of his lead. According to the details, he was looking for a Hole in the Wall.

(BYOO; 1)

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Objective 2
Post 5

"Not at all," Pierce said with an alarmed look at the droid. "How do you get such ideas in your -- well, not head, I guess. Motivator, maybe?" Pierce decelerated the truck. "We're just getting close to the stop point, that's all." After a few moments, the truck lumbered to a stop near [member="Castor Ren"], and Pierce leaned over to @BB-10R2. "Wait here."

He unfastened his crash webbing and wrenched the door open, clambering out and onto the hardscrabble sandy ground. "Everything seems to be in order, uh, sir," he told [member="Castor Ren"], not quire sure of how to address the space wizard. He chose to clasp his hands behind his back respecfully. "Any idea where you'd like me to unload her, sir? Where's the dig site?"

He turned to scan the environment, already starting to sweat under his collar. Good God, was it hot here. At least the cab had been air-conditioned.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

BYOO
Post: 1

Kaalia's trip wasn't the most orthodox one, or the most comfortable. She found herself here after an encounter with [member="Ishana Pavanos"], the short version of the story being that the redhead got dragged into a brawl by Ishana, and they both escaped the planet with the older woman's ship. Now now they were inside a place called Ragnar's Cove, and once again they were sitting at a gambling table. "So, now that we're in the clear, I have to ask. Do you always get into trouble, or was that a one-off? I have a feeling it's the former."

The woman finished her turn, taking a sip from her brandy. After what happened earlier, she deserved it. "And did you seriously think I was cute or was that as fake as the ruse you were attempting?" Normally she'd never ask such a thing, but with alcohol in her system it suddenly was a lot easier to say that.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Post 5

The speeder was not as she expected, simulations only prepared her for so much. Still, she managed it and did her best to follow up after [member="Castor Ren"] as they navigated the path toward the ruins. Mishel had no such blaster with her, only her lightsaber, a kit with rations, water, liquid rope which extended out to about fifteen feet of solid line and a flashlight. Medstims were in the back of her bike along with all-weather cloak, a back up in case the one she wore was somehow damaged. Her hands were sweating, the grip on the handlebars jarred her a bit, upon approach she could see what was left of the ruins the cracking facade and fallen statues marking the passage of time here. Even if she could not share her belief with the Ragnos cultists she could at least admire their unwavering faith and how they worked for their master. A master who could not match up to her father, but she was not here for that.

As they drew toward the entrance she too felt the power emanating from this place. Sweat no longer formed on her brow, the heat of Zonju V had her sweating, sweat that enabled the fabric of her cloak to stick to her, and her hands to feel watery in their grip. Thankfully she spotted brother Castor and soon came to park her bike near to his, dismounting she was quick to pull off the eyewear and the scarf, but kept her hood on. Clipping on her backpack she looked about toward the 'truck' that was arriving with their supplies, or rather had arrived she noted. And remained silent as she waited.

[member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Castor Ren"] | [member="BB-10R2"]

 

[LT-137]

Location: Zonju V
Objective: Bring the Word of Law.
Allies: The First Order.
Post Count: 3/10

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Caking the fringes of his visor with droplets of blood, the Stormtrooper shot his hand forward in a chopping motion, and ordered his comrades out of the dropship. They surged out of the troop compartment in a orderly fashion, with the first two soldiers taking their places, respectively, on either side of the vessel. Their weapons were raised and scanned the surroundings, as their brothers in arms rushed onto the sun-baked earth below. Joining his Squad after the last man had charged down the deployment ramp, Torian touched the exterior of his helmet and pointed towards one of the nearby sandstone buildings. It was likely that such a structure was an Observation post for the local gangs to witness any new arrivals, so the Sergeant’s first thought once the possible threat was realized, was to deny the enemy of their position.

They wouldn’t have long, as it was very possible that the position had been abandoned as soon as the Dropship had come into view, but it was best to make sure.

Once two of his soldiers had grudgingly accepted his orders and broke away from the squad, Torian brought up his gauntlet mounted terminal and tapped the keys atop its surface in quick succession. He knew his orders, but with the location being on the fringes of Imperial society, their maps were out of date. Even the Orbiting naval forces had issues picking through the dust to garner enough of the surface details to produce a rough geographical map. The City was even worse, as there were several “blank spots” that their vessels couldn’t register. Most likely anti-scanning tech put in place by the local gang-bangers. That would make their approach towards the objective more dangerous than originally hoped.

That would be enough to straighten out his thoughts. Action had this funny way of stealing all errant thoughts from the Stormtroopers mind, leaving him blanched and fully-focused on his duties. Well. That would be the case until Anger took hold. Then, and only then, would the game change entirely. However, as he wasn’t expecting to be wholly enraged by pitiful bandits who oppressed his kind, Torian ordered his men to move with a purpose towards their destination. Checking their corners and ensuring to cover every angle of approach with the remaining seven weapons at their disposal.