Where the streets are wild [GR dominion for Denon]

[Rafeesh]

Objective E
10/20

Disappointment was what Rafeesh felt in that moment. If his men had survived, they would most definitely have joined the Republic... Right? He understood [member="Lady Kay"] and he did not blame her for the lack of knowledge. Ghosts of his past, that was what he had to deal with. He had the memories of soldiers who stood alongside him in thick and thin. Memory of soldiers who had died in the battlefield on Hoth. He wanted to go there, find the old outpost, make peace with the past.

"Thank you. I am looking for some friends, from a very long time ago. I don't want to sound dramatic but I was a Sith from the Sith Empire, during the Old Republic era. I had some men under me when I was a Jedi before that and I was not sure if they were still alive. Friends from the grave, you ever had that feeling?"

 

[Ryan]

Location: District 12 skies, Piloting the Avril
Objective: Help in escape
1/20

"JED NOW!" His employer's voice cracked like thunder over his comms, whipping him to action. Above the Mega Tower, the very one that Miss Blonde and Company had decided to free fall from, The Avril would roll 180°, automatically nosing into a dive. She would fall at a 100° angle, holding a constant speed of 900 kilometres per hour with Jed at the controls. He would of loved to let loose some ordinance on their pursuers but his full and undivided attention was needed for this maneuver if any of them were to make it out alive. Both hand on the yoke as the Avril freebased the tower ignoring all republic threats and other alarms that were ringing in the cockpit.

Jed had to time this perfectly, disengaging sublight drives the very moment the ship dove past his falling prey so he did not wreck them in his engine wash and ruin a payday. He would expertly adjust the ship so that it was directly below Miss Blonde and her Crew. Using his rear facing holocams he would gently apply reverse thrusters to decrease his speed, while opening the cargo hatch at the same time.

His employer and her men would simple free fall into his cargo hold and the very moment Jed thought it was safe he would close the bay doors and begin to fight the yoke to pull out of the dangerous nose dive. The tremendous g-forces to which all aboard were subjected during this maneuver could lead to momentary blackouts, Jed himself was feeling the black take him as he growled like a beast, his hands gripped hard on the yoke as he fought against the elements.

"AAAHHHHHHGGGGHHHHh!!!' His roar rippled from the cockpit as the g forces were taking their toll on the mercenary.

"Come... on .... baby.... don.... ya .... fail .... me ..... now!"

The avril pulled out of the nose dive and leveled off skimming a few meters off the tops of metropolitan constructs. "YYYEAAAAHHHAAAAAAHHHH!"

Jed didn't have time to thank lady luck, he was full throttle ahead, cracking the sound barrier with a thunderous clap as he angled to rip through the atmosphere and make a quick escape. The moment the avril was free from atmo she igniting into hypserspace, making a clean escape.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

"Thank you." Ayumi was looking at them as she placed her hands together bowing her head a little. A smile on her face though as they were working on some of the things there. She could see more of the work they needed to do and were willing to accept her deal with some thanks. She rather liked the idea of working with a team again and people to represent. In the long run it would likely prove beneficial to her again over anything else and Thalia would need to work a little more closely to get their interests taken care of. Mutual interests between the planets like the importing of stone and supplies for it all. "I will make sure the Republic and [member="Mantic Dorn"] know what is happening."

 

[Reen Lorgon]

Location: District 12
Objective: C
Post: 8/20

Reen punched his control panel as the three dropped. He could give chase, shoot down their evac, stop them from getting away with whatever they had. But he had orders to follow. "Next time, you ain't getting away." He muttered, before turning the ship around and heading back to base for refueling.

30 minutes after arriving at the base, he was refueled and rearmed, and the body stuck to his roof was removed. Leaving the hanger, Reen headed back to [member="Weiss"]'s position to provide whatever support was needed.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective E
Jedi Enclave
Posts 11/20

Kay raised a brow as [member="Rafeesh"] informed her that he was very, very old. It made her look at him a bit differently. No doubt his points of view on the way the Galaxy is right now would be quite different from everyone else.

As he spoke about lost friends and dead friends, she frowned a little and lowered her head. "Friends from the grave? If you are asking whether I've felt the loss of people close to me, then I have. I know that feeling very well. At times my heart aches while at other times I feel disconnected and empty." It was hard to describe. Keeping herself busy with missions and work, kept her mind off of her own issues.

 

[Weiss]

Objective C
District 12
Post 19

The intense sounds of fighting were growing milder and only a distant shot her and there still echoed through the streets of District 12.

"Get me the suprume Commander.," Weiss ordered as he moved through the rubble of the first floor. "Some fight it must have been here he figured as he personally inpsected the Sky Scrapes penthouse in the wake of [member="Miss Blonde"] and her people.

A com central had been errected and Weiss pushed the button.

"Supreme Commander," he signaled [member="Willam Forlon"]. "... District 12 is secured and the main base is under our control. Collateral damage estimated to 5%. Commencing street patrols and clean up."

There was as usual not much else Weiss spoke. But he turned his attention to the soldiers present and opened a channel to all that served in the operation.

"Marines! You have excelled in efficiency. The Republic will aid Denon in reinstating a secure and law abiding way of life in District 12 because of your efforts on this day. Turn to your COs that will give instructions on patrol or guard posts duty, we will not leave until we have the situation properly at hand."

"Long live the Republic and the free people of Denon!"
With that Weiss turned the com off. It was time for a roof top smoke.

[member="Reen Lorgon"] [member="Sofia Annesley"] [member="Marius Severus"] [member="Jed Lonestar"]

 

[Macharius Solaire]

Objective: F
Location: Denon Stahl Arms Main Office - Financial District
Post: 01

"Marines! You have excelled in efficiency. The Republic will aid Denon in reinstating a secure and law abiding way of life in District 12 because of your efforts on this day. Turn to your COs that will give instructions on patrol or guard posts duty, we will not leave until we have the situation properly at hand."

"Long live the Republic and the free people of Denon!"

The soft buzz of static switched off with the recording at the hand of a Captain. "That was the end of transmissions from Colonel Wiess we picked up Sir. The Republic forces have mostly secured District 12. Their diplomatic delegation are still meeting with Prime Minister Aberdeen's government in high level talks. We do not have access to these through usual methods. Reports also indicate the Jedi have indeed established their enclave for the order. How would you like us to proceed"?

Macharius inhaled the flavor and smoke of his cigar. Things were interesting over the last few days. He never suspected Aberdeen to go ahead and ask The Republic to return. After the secession of Denon still in recent history. The rules were well established in those articles though. The Non Allied clause put a two year freeze on a new political alliance with them. This only moved up his plans of course, some clever maneuvering could see the outcome just the same. Macharius spun around in his chair to face the Captain. "Report to General Grunderian and inform him to ready the reserves. Should they be needed, I want them ready. I hope the matter may be resolved politically. But should this fail; Operation Valkyrie will be enacted. That will be all Captain".

"Yes sir". The Captain saluted and retired from the office to his duties. Leaving Macharius alone to mentally ready himself. This could be his defining moment politically. Or his end. No mistakes could be afforded here. It was time to stamp out the corruption on Denon.

 

[Rafeesh]

Objective E
11/20

She understood. Rafeesh wondered though who didn't understand with the state of the galaxy. Surely everyone had lost someone close to them. That was an experience that Rafeesh would have wished on very few people, most of whom had lost everything by themselves. Yet it was something that more often than not was saved for those that did not deserve it, an unfortunate fate.

"I had a few thousand years to think it over. I think they died on the battlefield where I was captured, they fell defending that which I later betrayed. I knew this even as I fought against the Republic. I don't, don't know how I lived with it." He was mostly speaking to himself now, his mind going back to the past. It was something he had put off thinking about much, his work as a Jedi had kept him busy. Had he been running from the problem? Perhaps. He was unsure of that. Maybe he spent too much time on the past, maybe he needed to let go... But the past is what had made him who he was. It was the past that had brought him to the Jedi! This was a conflict he had fought before, something he had decided a long time ago.

He shook his head slowly before saying apologetically, "I am very sorry for bringing up that. Just had some things on my mind. What have you been doing recently?"

[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective E
Jedi Enclave
Posts 12/20

Kay just couldn't imagine living for so long, most especially without those she cared for. It was hard enough being without her husband for these ten years. She had thought that they were inseparable, but a Sith Lord had proven her wrong.

It was clear that [member="Mantic Dorn"] had introduced her to [member="Rafeesh"] for a reason. He had insight that perhaps she needed, stories of experiences that she needed to hear. Perhaps he was to test her too and discover if she had any Darkness within herself. She hoped that she didn't.

Like him she clung to her past. It had caused her to hide her abilities, to keep from using them unless she had to and even then she was reluctant. At times it felt as though she was moving on, but at other times she didn't.

When Rafeesh apologized and changed the subject, she blinked to get out of her own thoughts. "It's okay. I have been doing a bit of training and gaining more allies. My adopted brother gave me a job, so I've been able to move about more freely and eat more than just sparse rations."

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective E
Jedi Enclave
Post 20

Mantic looked around the enclave as the students started to settle in. There would be a few jedi left behind here to start up the classes but for now it seemd that their work here was done.

He approached those that had accompanied him here and gave his thanks to all that had been present. For the time being he decided to retreat to the offices himself and prepare to return to Yutan in due time.

 

[Kur-gal Kwaad]

Kur-gal Kwaad was a Slayer. He was meant to roam into the thick of battle and bleed until either him or all his enemies lay dead around him. It was simple, really.

It should’ve been simple, at least.

But things had changed drastically since they’d lost their homeworld to the earth-fire. Stars were the only landscape he saw these days. White and blue and red and yellow, peppering the sky as far as the eye could see. Sometimes, they’d send small hunting parties down on the dark side of some rural planet, to replenish their supplies. Whenever a call went out, the towering Vong was always the first in line.

He was going crazy here. Resources were precious, a commodity, and things as natural as breathing – fight, ritual, sacrifice – had begun to falter and fade in the face of the mounting challenge they all faced.

Survival.

Yun-Yuuzhan, forgive my weakness of flesh.​

Yun-Yammka, accept my blood in sacrifice.​

Yun-Harla, remove the cloak that blinds me.​

Yun-Ne'Shel… Yun-Ne'Shel, take my body as your own.​

Yun-Txiin, Yun-Q'aah, forgive my weakness of mind.​

Yun-Lingni, allow me to speak your name.​

​

Yun-Shun… forgive me.​

His burning orange eyes flew open as the last harsh syllable rolled off his tongue, heavier than ever before. It was becoming difficult, for him, to trust in the Yun’O. Not when neither war nor strife had marred their flesh for so long, not when battle and blood seemed naught but a distant memory, a vivid, glorious past they had left behind in the ashes of Selvaris.

Blasphemously, he imagined for a moment that he was again surrounded by the foes of the Sith on some distant field, hacking away at the screaming adversaries while the song of his people rumbled from his lungs.

That was life.

“This is madness,” he growled, rising to full height from his position on the floor. A few others in the room turned their heads to watch him leave, eyes full of understanding, and fear, and contempt. He was not alone in his eagerness to get away from the tedium of the fleet.

The Legion hungered.

“Commander Val,” he greeted as he reached her, the formal overtones flimsy at best. He knew the Huntress; she was a woman of action first, and known to bend the rules and traditions if it suited their goals. Surely she would understand.

“Commander Val, our people are fed, sated, and rested, but we are still dying. We are dying from lack of purpose.”

“We need to act.”

[member="Khallesh"] | [member="Yurzhoc Shai"] | [member="Durzo Qinvah"] | [member="Ratih Lah"]​

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Draco Vereen was many things. Businessman, accomplished and retired politician, warlord, warrior, fighter, and lover. When things went poorly he was often more prepared than many others. Denon wasn't a world he was seriously interested in. He wanted Taris personally, but Denon hadn't been a bad second choice. That is, until the Republic finally returned to the ecumenopolis. With the Republic still pushing around the tendril of the One Sith, Denon was sure to be sundered and rent by war once again.

The Mandalorian sat quietly in the board room with the members of the planet's trade commission. They had been interested in bringing ArmaTech to the planet after the Republic lost control of the world and when Draco's attention had finally been turned back to the planet, it was pushing to return to the Republic.

"Gentlemen, as you may or may not be aware, the Corporate Alliance that began as an ally to Danger Arceneau has yet to return or drop its sanctions against the Republic. I have no interests in opening business with the Republic personally, even should that unlikely resolution occur. Under the current leadership, the Republic has been left to deal with Roche being brought under the protection of the Mandalorian Clans, Alderaan leaving the Republic, and the Corporate Alliance being heavily ignored. I do not wish to bring ArmaTech to this planet unless certain guarantees can be made." Guarantees the Republic would no doubt ignore when it suited them, and hide behind when they needed to.

 

[Khallesh]

[member="Kur-gal Kwaad"]

Khallesh stood facing Warrior-seer Edorah Val. She was often at Khallesh' side, though these days more often for pastoral care than to conduct augeries and offer tactical advice.

The Worker and Indendant castes had come into their own to organise the fleet and keep it functional. Khallesh could not override millennia of guided genetic selection and alteration. Her hands often twitched these days, she was caught be irrational bouts of anger. She was a spare part in this fleet. Just a short time ago the pilots who chased off a group of would-be pirates had been over exuberant for days, others keen to hear stories of battle.

Khallesh looked up to the hulking slayer, then shared a look with Edorah Val. Her eyes returned to Kur-Gal. She offered him a curt nod.

"Come with us," she hissed and turned on her heel and started to walk briskly away. A command room had been set up, blaze bugs and a villip choir field showing the defenses around a world. He had a right to know what they were considering.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Goal: Don't get punched by the Warriors while Being absolutely HILARIOUS
Objective: Shape Tall-Villyor into the Zoo's Kuryida Edee
Allies: [member="Khallesh"] [member="Kur-gal Kwaad"]
Post 2

Xerus was there too, but he, being conniving and cruel, and a prankster, had his own goals and objectives. First and foremost was to ride the Yun'do coat tails to infamy. Second, he wanted a new pet. The Zoo on Denon had a nice pet for him to play with. Ooglith Masquer on and civilian clothes, Xerus walked through crowds of people unhindered.

For it was close to closing time, and several of the creatures in the zoo had already found somewhere to sleep, but not his goal. Not the alpha predator itself. Thousands of years shapers had been working, and this perfect specimen had never been properly shaped. Xerus needed it like an heiress needed a little dog. Like an addict needed spice. It would be his, by Yun-Yuuzhan it would be his. The suitcase he carried and his shaper hands had everything he needed. All he had to do was slip into some place people wouldn't notice him until after closing time and then come out, use the coma gas canister on the beast and shape the receptor worms into its skull before it woke up and killed him and everything else it could find.

Step three was simple for a maniac to figure out once that happened.

The Yuuzhan Vong Shaper found a bathroom and made for the far back stall, so he could sit there and claim it, hide there until after hours at the zoo. There was only an hour or so to wait for the crowds of people to leave. "Excellent."

 

[Kur-gal Kwaad]

He followed without a word, casting an ominous shadow of war over the Warrior-seer and the Commander as they entered a room off to the side.

What he saw there had his eyes widening in surprise and bloodlust, and immediately the Slayer was up against the organic, pulsing image created by the villip choir burgeoning from the centre of the room.

With awed gestures, he traced the paths highlighted by the blazebugs, murmuring soft prayers of battle under his breath.

Swiftly, then, he swiveled on the spot, piercing [member="Khallesh"] once more with his clear orange gaze.

“What world is this?” Though his tone was quiet, there was an unmistakable quiver to it, as if the beast were barely holding back his exhilaration. Like every creature crafted for a purpose, he could feel it in his blood when he was near fulfilling it; he was brimming with zeal, eyes once more afire at the prospect of cutting swathes through enemy lines.

 

[Khallesh]

[member="Kur-gal Kwaad"] [member="Xerus"]

"This is Denon in their tongue," Khallesh explained, crossing her arms under the curves Skerr Kyrric. "On the fringe of the Republic. We cannot hope to hold it, but we can strike there."

She turned her head away, looking to the displays. "I grew bored of listening to the other castes bicker over how to solve our shortage of food." Her jaw tightened as if recalling a particularly irksome moment. "Fifty thousand slaves shipped to Yuuzhan'tar to work should solve the problem nicely."

That was a long term problem it would solve. In the short term it had already done no end of good to bring the Commanders together to plan an operation. The Intendants had questioned the wisdom of the plan. Khallesh had questioned whether they had any say in where the military fleet moved.

 

[Kur-gal Kwaad]

“Denon,” he echoed, rolling the smooth syllables of basic over his forked tongue. “Strange… but it will do.”

He didn’t say it, but everyone in the room thought it; anything would do. Their fleets were nearing starvation, both in the physical and psychological sense. Doubt and blasphemy were on the rise like never before, and who could blame them?

The Slayer understood all too well what was going on behind their glossy black eyes. Maybe his former master had been right in saying he’d already spent too much time in the company of Sith to ever properly return to his old ways. Maybe he’d never had old ways to begin with; as a casteless, heretical spawn of a Shaper’s wicked mind, Kur-gal couldn’t properly return anywhere.

An outcast, always.

The tall creature sneered, turning his burning gaze to the villip sculpture in the middle of the war-room. “Let us move, then.”
No use wasting time.

[member="Khallesh"] | [member="Xerus"]​

 

[Khallesh]

[member="Kur-gal Kwaad"]
“Shortly,” Khallesh retorted testily. After a moment her expression softened slightly. Other than some brief scuffles between Domains there had been almost no fighting for a year. Her temper was fraying and she needed to remind herself that she would have the opportunity to get it out of her system shortly.

“We have a scout ship on the system monitoring an increase in Republic military activity,” she explained, one of her subordinates in a cognition hood recoloured the blaze bugs to highlight the scout and new arrivals. “The cities are their weakness. Great urban sprawl, an endless maze. We can't match them so we will spread out and land across many districts.” The display shifted to show a number of streaks towards the planet's surface. It seemed they now had their landing zones chosen.

“Chaos and carnage and a superior force unable to do anything about us in a timely manner,” she said, as much to bring a smile to her own lips as to explain. She had, perhaps, grown slightly more accustomed to command since they left Selvaris. They hadn't needed scrappers, they'd required leadership. Yet it was time for those like Kul-gar to get their chance. At that moment her arachnostaff slithered across her shoulders, sensing the urgency of her need to be on the ground herself.

 

[Kur-gal Kwaad]

With a slow, rhythmic nod, Kur-gal listened to the Commander’s succinct explanation.Little more was necessary for him to comprehend the scope of the situation, for he had been raised from the proverbial cradle to perceive strife as a way of life. Like all Yuuzhan Vong, there was a dark, incessant need pulsing in his black blood, urging him to spill that of the infidel species.

Trouble these days was, of course, that the Slayer wasn’t sure who were the infidels anymore, but he was intelligent enough to keep that particular thought to himself. For now, simply sliding his blade into flesh would satisfy him more than a thousand answers to his crisis of faith.

Magma-colored eyes – still glimmering with the dying fires of Selvaris – flickered to stare at the sinuous arachnostaff, and nearly subconsciously, the warrior reached for the writhing pommel of his own weapon. Everything on the ship was alive with that need; every breath, every throb of a heart, calling out to the world below.

“I have… experience in these conditions,” he spoke, careful to omit that it was beside the Hand that he had wrought havoc through countless streets. Rare were those among Yun’Do who appreciated any reminders of their old masters, and he didn’t know [member="Khallesh"] nearly well enough to know where she stood.

“I would lead an assault team, Commander Val. Give me two Yorik-trema and a dozen of your best Warriors, and we will have the Republic dogs fleeing before the time for evening prayer.”

 

[Khallesh]

[member="Kur-gal Kwaad"]

“Done,” she replied simply. “You’ll join my force assaulting district seventeen. We have exceptional mapping data from the scouts, I suggest you head to the lower command deck and choose a landing zone. Keep your Yorik-trema low, use their metal towers against them. Keep your distance from the border with district eight,” Khallesh spoke clearly, her tone making clear what was an order and which was suggestion. Things had moved on in some areas over the years.

The lower command deck was eerily silent. Subalterns and sub-commanders sat in cognition hoods connected to qahsas with all the information they had for a mission. From there they could plan their lower level operations from the orders sent down from this room. The yammosks silently advised and coordinated through the planning stages and went into the assault with an awareness of the plan, but able to change it and re-coordinate the entire operation within seconds.

The corner of her mouth twitched upwards. “We happen to have more Bissop than we can train, so we’re unloading a rather large quantity of hungry ones on eight.”