Dominion A Ring Of Lies | TSE Dominion Of Ringo Vinda

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Objective II: Aggressive negotiations.
Senna Valerian

"If we are to be on first name basis, I really should know your name too."

She looked around the senate chamber as Senna disembowelled her victims with her fell strikes and left their life's blood spilled upon the table and floor. They had painted a pretty picture in red on the canvas that was this senate chamber.

The last two senators stared at each other, then at the two Sith. They both wanted to run, but were stricken with fear. If they ran, would one make it and noe die? Would they both die? If they sat perfectly still, perhaps they would be spared? They did not know, nor did they really want to, but at the same time, they could not stop thinking about it.

"You know, I had an idea, but we are going to need something long and pointy."

She looked around, then pointed up to a pair of metal flag-poles tipped with decorative spearheads. A wicked smile spread on her lips as Joycelyn leapt onto the table, then up to the decorative railing. She hoisted herself up with one hand, got a foothold, then pushed herself up. A slash of her sabre cut one of the two poles down, then the other.

They clattered to the floor just before Joycelyn landed with a heavy thud.

"Hold them down and bend them over."

She smirked as she checked the sharpness of one of the spearheads.

 

[AMCO]

Objective III: Field testing. | Seizing the means of production.
Controlling: Sith-Imperial "Scourge" Mk. II War Droid
Tags: Feel free. | Eversor & Jyon Hlervu
Post Number III
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The droids fell like wheat before the scythe, puny forms torn asunder by the force of his main cannon leaving naught but scraps behind. As the last of them fell to the ground, a repulsorcraft shot towards him from the distant factory. He would have smiled if he could.

A hidden panel slid open and a rack unfurled, only to send four baradium-tipped microrockets hurtling towards the craft's engines.

As it crashed to the ground in a blinding fireball, his borrowed form folded in on itself, blasting forth moments later, a strange black orb propelled across the landscape by the Corps of Engineers' weird devices. Propelled towards the very centre of the factory-complex, and the panicking criminals at its heart. They knew as well as he that the Empire had no mercy for the defiant and no need for the delinquent.

 

[Tsyok]

Objective: I - The Ring
Location: Ringo Vinda Orbital Ring
Tags: Kolson Vrask

"Then it is fortunate for the Ringo Vindans that we are here to restore order, such sloppy defenses would have never passed Imperial inspection."​

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He walked over the corpse of another fallen sentry, the hem of his battle cloak catching some of the blood leaking from the grievous injuries on the corpse. Moving through another partition, the sound of blaster fire could be heard echoing down the corridor. More and more of the station's defenders were falling to the Sith advance, the Legionnaires conducting swift movement through each section while being supplemented by the latest line of Sith battle droids. These rapid movement tactics, known as tonkajkarza, were developed to spearhead dense concentrations of infantry or armored formations to break through the enemy's line of defense and dislocate them with speed and surprise. Though not executed to their fullest potential on the Ringo Vinda station, they were proving quite effective in routing what paltry resistance stood in their way.​

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"Keep me appraised of our progress. If our commandos encounter stubborn resistance, inform them that I will be on my way."​

 

[Jyon Hlervu]

Objective: III - Seize the Manufactorums from the Scrap Warlords
Location: On route to Metalorn
Allies: Eversor , AMCO Velok Brokentusk

The ramp of her shuttle lowered with a hiss, and the Sith knight’s heels sounded on the metal surface as she made her way off the ship. The landscape that greeted her was a vast sea of wreckage and a variety of droids scurrying about as they scavenged and dug about the numerous mountains of scrap metal and abandoned rubbish left by many. The air was polluted by the smog created by the endless production by the multitude of factories, giving the desolate world an otherworldly glow that caused vision to be difficult if one had no visual aids.

Walking past the hills and mountains of scrap that littered the landscape, all she had for company were the plethora of droids that mostly seemed to ignore her as they busied themselves with their tasks. Or so she thought. She was not as alone as she thought. Her attention was soon drawn to the sound of voices further up ahead. A group of warriors, clad in old military grade armour that had long since outwore its use, with weapons as equally as old in their hands. They walked about confidently, talking amongst themselves, laughing away, with not a single worry about any danger.

No other had contested for the rule of the scrap mountains for so long that these scum had long forgotten what it was like to fear for their lives. Jyon was more than happy to remind them of what they’d missed and put the fear back in their hearts. Breaking into a run, she grabbed her lightsaber, igniting it and tossing it into a throw, the vicious lethal blade humming as it sliced through two of the unprepared scrap warriors.

 

[Kolson Vrask]

Objective I: The Ring - Driveyard Sector 14B​

Post: 4​

Focus: General Gol'zan​

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Mobility. Brutality. All with industrial scale precision. Such was the nature of the doctrine pioneered by the Chiss's superior officer. Intriguing to see it used here ; on a far smaller scale than the large reaching battlefields it was implemented for in its purest form of utilization. All the while - Wirm and his squad navigated the station like a bump in the night. All of them a shadow in the force - no presence within it.

"As you wish, General." A peculiar interaction to say the least but regardless - this job wouldn't prove one too fatal if the resistance they'd encountered was all there would be.

"Though -if I may ; the mission brief of Ringo Vinda stated we might encounter a certain form of war-droid that is tasked with being the prime security system in this sector. No doubt you'll dispose of them easily though I've been told they have a tendency to have a...violent termination." The Chiss said - though Gol'zan seemed far away capable of handling whatever the station had to offer in scores ; these ancient Confederate droids could prove an unjust end to any who weren't cautious.

 

[Tsyok]

Objective: I - The Ring
Location: Ringo Vinda Orbital Ring
Tags: Kolson Vrask

"Ah yes, the insurgents on Jabiim utilized a similar model of droid after we broke their standing armies in battle. The most destructive variant was capable of leveling an entire city block." The General spoke from experience, he had been part of the initial conquest of Jabiim and was put in charge of pacifying it afterward by the Pyramid of Military Command. His tactics were draconian, his toleration for disobedience non-existent, but they garnered the results that the Emperor had desired. Occasionally, the insurrection would flare up on Jabiim, but the garrison left behind by the General was well-versed in his brutal methods of suppression. ​

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"I do not know what these Ringo Vindans command, but I fear no machine regardless." As if to punctuate his words, an explosion ripped through the corridor somewhere further down the station. Bulkheads slammed down into place to seal the breach, just as a squad of Ringo Vindan security guards supplemented by the exact droids in question stormed around the corner. Their courage was commendable, if it wasn't so futile the General might have paid them a compliment. Instead, all they received was the fury of the Dark Side of the Force.​

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Red lightsaber flashing, the General shattered their formation and sent them sprawling in every direction. With several precise slashes, he sent the battle droid tumbled to the floor. Hand outstretched, the General contained the droid's central chassis in a bubble of Force Energy to suppress the detonation that consumed it. ​

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The smoke had barely cleared when word came in over the comms that many pockets of Ringo Vindan resistance had capitulated one after the other. "Splendid," boomed the General, "Confiscate their technology and prepare them for processing, the Director-General of Conquest Consolidation will decide what to do with them."​

 

[Kolson Vrask]

Objective I: The Ring - Driveyard Sector 14B​

Post: 5​

Focus: General Gol'zan​

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The demolition droids rumbling around the corner led the Chiss to quickly draw autokrator. With a three round burst one was felled just as Gol'zan cut another with the blade of a bleeding saber.

"Seems they're honing in on us, General. Our shock has been throttled ; we need take the fight to them now. The terminal hub for this side of the ring isn't too far. Take that - and the station is as good as ours." The Chiss commando sounds out ; breaking protocol with the outright suggestion but time was the of the essence now. Even if well, the resistance in their path would prove to be little more than chaff for the slaughter there was ground that need be covered regardless. Being bottle-necked from both sides by the now mobilized security forces would mean unnecessary danger.

"We'll take your lead lest you rather we be the tip of the spear." The Chiss offers ; knowing well what the Emperor's own might suggest.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Metalorn: The Scrap Lords

Duki R'horda sighed and leaned back in his chair, running a hand over his enlarged, yellow cranium while resting his eyes for a moment. It was late at night, and war was brewing between some of the other scrap lords.

They were strong, but splintered.

Their resources were many, but hard to reform.

If war broke out between them, Duki feared outside pressure would come crashing down and wipe them all out. Only united would they be able to stand up against the pressure of the Sith Empire. Therefore, Duki had written a series of letters to the other scrap lords and ask them all to unite as one, in one council, with a supreme protector chosen by the fellowship of lords: A scrap king.

Duki himself did not put his name in the hat, but had chosen to vote for one he believed in. Perhaps that would set off a chain reaction that would turn the fate of this rusted world around.

"You have done well, R'horda. Alas, it will be for naught."

A cold, pale hand caressed his cheek from behind. The bith froze in place as her touch seized his body in a vice of adamant will. The blade in her other hand made a smooth motion as she pressed the point of her dagger into Duki's neck. The slender point slipped between two disks and, with a twist, severed the nerve within.

"Let there be war."

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective III: Subjugate Metalorn

Like the harbingers of Sith order that they were named for, three Marr-class Star Destroyers and their attending forces emerged from hyperspace in the Metalorn system. Standing on the bridge of the lead ship, Darth Arcanix regarded the scrap world before her, wondering how well the advance forces had disrupted the operations of the Scrap Lords or whatever those fools called themselves.

One of her own companies had forges and development labs on the surface, and thankfully none had been touched by these warlords... which would not save them.

"Commander, bring the task force into orbit over the major scrap lord strongholds," she ordered. "Those that bend the knee will be allowed some measure of leniency. Those that resist will be cleansed."

It was more extreme methods than she usually used, but order needed to be restored to this strategically important world. The Kintan campaign had shown that the Sith Empire needed to develop a better supply chain system, and subjugating Metalorn and its galactic neighbor Ringo Vinda would significantly shorten shipments to front line troops and fleets.

"Ships are in position and await your command, Lady Arcanix."

She would wait to see what the ground advance forces had done first, but not for long. Darth Ophidia was likely busy doing what she did best.

 

[Tsyok]

Objective: I - The Ring
Location: Ringo Vinda Orbital Ring
Tags: Kolson Vrask

"Then let us end this."​

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The General pushed forward, his footfalls heavy on the durasteel deck as he sprinted towards danger and glory. Blaster fire streaked down the corridor towards him, easily deflected by swift strikes from his scalding blade as he closed the distance. He tore into the enemy ranks like a force of nature, sending them flying in every direction with a wave of his hand. He didn't destroy all of the enemies that stood in his way, he instead punched a hole straight through their defensive lines to render them unsustainable against the Imperial forces that followed in his wake.​

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Amid the smoke and the fire, the Sith advanced like a specter, slamming the tip of his blade through the sealed bulkhead separating the hall from the terminal hub. He ground the weapon deeper into the metal, twisting the hilt back and forth as more and more of the door's center gave way to molten slag. When its structural integrity had at last been compromised, the General slammed his open palm into what remained of the door and bent the metal into the room. The explosion of molten shrapnel killed and wounded many of the security officers standing just beyond it, the others training their weapons on the hulking Sith as he entered the room.​

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Unwilling to damage any of the machinery, he ended the fight by seizing each officer's neck with the Force and throttling the life out of them simultaneously. The dead lay where they had fallen, blood seeping from squeezed necks and bulged out eyes. Gol'zan turned to the Lord Colonel when he arrived, "Your men will know what to do. Any further resistance on the station will be paltry at best, our victory is all but complete."​