Dominion An Act of Preservation | First Order Dominion of Baralou

[Raava Starwind]

Kahlo District
The Rusty Swoop

Raava furrowed her brow. Since her...liberation from Nahutal's Secure Centre For Incurably Criminal Women, she had asked where the action was. A few strange looks later made her revise her statement- where was someplace that should she avoid, as a tourist. The nearly unanimous response: the Kahlo District. Once a bustling center of the arts, it had fallen to on some hard times- abandoned to the criminal element, and disreputable, and- if the the rumors were right- Los Fenix.

That was an hour ago. After passing the same warehouse at least three times, Raava had acquiesced to her hunger, and walked into a bar that served surprisingly edible foodstuff. Even though more surprising, was how...friendly the owner was.

"Los Fenix, eh? Pretty girl, you sure would want to mess with them? Tough customers, the lost of them." Washing her meal down with a glass of water, she took a moment to respond. "Your about the fifth person on this planet to tell me that, you know that?" She took a huge bite out of some type of well cooked burger before responding. "And don't you worry- I don't care how tough they are, ain't nothing in this galaxy tougher then me", she said, smiling beatifically before moving on to the generous helping of fries.

The restaurateur chuckled, leering at the oblivious woman. "Well, I couldn't possibly let you walk around the District just asking for trouble", he said faux-gallantly, before writing down an address, and handing it to her. "First Order's set up here- maybe you can check in there, get those answers your looking for." He paused, before continuing on, "Maybe when your done, you come back here, I show you a night on the town", he said, flashing a smile.

Raava finished polishing off the meal, and stared blankly at the man. "....Maaaaybe? I mean, I can't think of anything to possibly do at night. And I don't sense a Force presence from you. And you definitely don't seem very strong." The restauranteur gaped, caught off guard. "Anywho", Raava continued, not noticing the reaction she evoked, "I'm pretty sure I walked by this place a few times. Thanks, bye!"

With that, she popped away, leaving the owner stunned. Hours later, he remembered she never paid her bill.

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Raava popped into the warehouse. "OI!", she yelled, startling several FO personnel and earning some reproachful glances. "Who I gotta talk to about helping out, dealing with Los Fenix and the like?"


Resurgent Narrative

 

[Nylea Apollodor]

That voice sent a shiver down Nylea's spine. She was horrified. Terrified. It took all of her mental fortitude to not run, or do anything stupid. Her emotions screamed, telling her to pour out every last bit to let Hazel know just how she felt. The other half of her told her to leave, get as far away from the woman as possible.

After everything Hazel had done, she had returned. There was no remorse, no guilt to be found. She had tried to kill Nora, and nearly succeeded, the only thing that kept that from happening was Nylea finding her best friend before it was too late. The deep respect the echani once had for her was long gone, her trust shattered into pieces, never to be repaired.

And now Nylea was supposed to be on the same side as her.

Thankfully, Elisea would keep them separated. Everyone was here for good reasons, only Hazel she couldn't be sure of, and there were people in need. Nylea would be glad when she got to go home, though. Far away from this place, and from her. Until then, she quietly prayed to the Force for strength.

Following behind Elisea, Nylea too ascended the stairwell all the way up. The combination of conditioning and the Force came in helpful today. She was next in the chain after her fiance, and once the first patient was handed down to the next, the echani could breathe easier again. Hazel was out of sight, and while she wasn't entirely out of mind yet, keeping herself busy certainly helped.

Elisea Korrado | Hazel Zanteres | Fevris Derzelas ​

 

[Kim Dae-Hyun]

A dogfight not being the most apposite place to make new friends, when BB-10K8 looped him into the conversation, DK had little to offer. "Nice to find friendlies out here," he said tightly. "Stay frosty and try not to get blown up. We can exchange business cards after."

He muted his mic and called over to his astromech: "Kate, paint those two in gold on my scanners," he said. "Don't let them out of my sight."

::INTERROGATORY: CAPTAIN KIM DOES NOT TRUST NEWCOMERS?:: BB-10K8 scrolled across his screen, chittering inquisitively.

"Not a bit, not a bit, not a little bit," DK said in a nearly monotonous sing-song as he looped his fighter around in pursuit of another enemy fighter. "But until they start shooting, they get to stay alive."

::CONFIRMATION: BB-10K8 HAS PLACED THE SIGNALS IN GOLD ON YOUR SCANNERS; WILL SOUND ALERT IF HOSTILE ACTION IS TAKEN.::

"Thank you, Kate," said DK. He opened a channel to Black Three -- Niance. "You know these guys?" he asked as his thumbs jammed down on the sticks, stitching up another fighter with hard green light until the wing shattered, sending the fighter in an uncontrolled spin towards the atmosphere. "Any idea who they are?"

Resurgent Narrative | Kurayami Bloodborn​

 

[Resurgent Narrative]

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Niance hadn't time to appreciate the madness of the Corellian, nor take any of the chite that Ghost-1 seemed to enjoy piling on. She was focused solely on the mission at hand, and with every pull of the trigger and push on the yoke, the spacer could understand what some pilots spoke about. They spoke about an aura or a feeling, there's a trance-like state when the fight was ongoing. An alerion roll to the left and twist down, she pulled back up and banked hard left again, she could see her pursuer. She could also see Ghost-1 and Black-4 line up their shots. More reinforcements for Diaz? Bloody kriff.

Bee whirred and practically screamed. "I know Bee! Just HANG ON!"

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon hold it together." She spoke the TIE as she pushed on the throttle before cutting speed and flipping it around. "There we go!"

Missile locked, fire.

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:: Good work rookie, but you gotta be better than that - watch your five on high, four bogeys. Ghost-1 out. ::​

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:: Copy Ghost-1, your lead. ::​

DK came through on a private channel and so Niance replied to him once she could swap channels. "Not a clue really, Yellow-13 was at Skye from what Bee managed to pull. Ghost-1 was an old call sign from the old days, so could be an old Firstie." Other than she wasn't entirely sure who they were exactly. "But hey, I'm not gonna look a gift bantha in the mouth, at least not right now."

If Black Squadron thought they were going to outgunned and outmanned in the void, they would happily be mistaken. Bee excitedly beeped, "what? What's arriving Bee? Stop with the binary gibberish, out with it!"

The spacer saw it for herself, the large incoming object - and once it reverted it wouldn't matter if she had seen the signature. Plain as day there she was on the horizon, the FIV Concordia and a host of the naval's finest. She may have given a shout and felt some manner of relief when she heard the comms chatter.

:: Hey Black Squadron, hope you didn't steal all the fun, Omega Leader checking in. ::​

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:: Eagle Leader, checking in. We've got you on the radar Black Squadron, just hang tight. ::​

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:: This is Night Leader, checking. You can unclench now. ::​

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:: Hey now, who had the most kills on Skye? Night-1? ::​

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:: The guy still on comms, we can brag later boys and girls. Omega-1 out. ::​

The added numbers bolstered Niance's resolve as she pressed forward on the throttle. Today was the day that Diaz and any other terrorist cell would learn that the First Order would not only reclaim their territories but defend them. TIE Fighters of various sizes and roles now screamed across the void and lit up the black depths with verdant hues. Each one brought with it a promise of destruction, a promise that the First Order would not back down from their fight. They were only just getting started. Niance followed Ghost-1 through the stars and the two of them in tandem began their attack on the four bogeys high.

Yellow-13 would be contacted by Ghost-1 for help with additional incoming on their three o'clock.

The fight wasn't over yet.

Kurayami Bloodborn | Kim Dae-Hyun ​

 

[Farron Vinheim]

The humidity of the jungle terrain proved a challenge for Farron, at his age, one might consider retirement from the Corps; however, he saw things in a different light. There was no greater honor nor privilege than to serve the First Order, despite his body aching in defiance as each step pained his joints. Pain was part of the job, and the old guard himself somewhat relished in his struggle as he continued to achieve beyond his limitations. Only in death would the hardboiled commando relinquish his title, or his blaster.

Activating the commlink within his helmet, Farron began to hail the nearby squads assigned to the objective at hand. "Captain Vinheim reporting, en route to your coordinates; ETA five minutes, approaching from jungle perimeter." Though communication was paramount in typically any operation, Farron's vocals had already lent themselves towards several events of mass confusion. His accent was unbearably heavy for an Imperial-born man, only made worse by the modulation produced by his helmet.

Deep crimson betaplast contrasted the lush greenery and damp orange clay of the environment, Farron advanced onward with great caution - his blaster rifle suppressed and fitted with a standard optic, allowing for a x2 zoom-in function. Moisture accumulated outside of the captain's visor, his breathing slow and steady as his designation came into view.

Crouching down to his left knee, Farron scanned the area, tapping into his comms once more. "On objective, what's the status?"

Resurgent Narrative | Matma Bernu | Vakim Duval

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

The discussion on the private channel about whether or not he was trustworthy wouldn't have fazed Kurayami even if he had heard it. Didn't matter if they knew who he was or even if they trusted him as long as they didn't take any shots at him, he would not take any offensive actions. He'd had to prove himself many times to many different people so for him this was just another time to do exactly that. It wasn't long that he had to even reflect on such things as the Ssi-Ruuk pilot started a flat scissors, the Corellian would play along for now though the game would not be a long one. It was but a few serpentine turns before Kurayami was starting to pull lead on each pass. On the next crossing he rolled and reversed the turn in time to put his nose right in the path of his foe. A stream of green hued bolts lit up the hull of the enemy fighter before it exploded into very small fragments of metal, fuel, and the odd chunk of organic material.

An IFF ping drew his attention away from the sight of the exploding craft. Multiple bogies 3'oclock. Sending a response in the affirmative he pulled into a high-g turn, leveling out as soon as he was at 3'oclock. The paint on his craft stood out well against the sky as he made his way towards his next targets. The IFF lit up again as more ships entered the furball. Apparently friendly so he marked them as such as they came over the comms. "Yellow-13 here, welcome to the fight boys and girls. Feel free to take notes when necessary." Cutting comms on his side, he flew straight past the enemy fighters rolling into a split-s as they began to disperse to engage the First Order forces gathered.

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[Vakim Duval]

Objective 1:

Location: LZ west of the Pyramids of Tlahuian Status: Deployed quietly, establishing perimeter
Troops: 48 Stormtroopers of the 12th Unattached 'Storm' Platoon
Equipment: F-11D blaster rifles, SE-44C blaster pistol, stun grenades, First Order Black Stormtrooper Armor.
With: Matma Bernu Resurgent Narrative Farron Vinheim
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The heat was extreme. He could feel the humidity soaking him through his Black armor. Why did they have to where black. He wasn't certain the white alabaster would be much better to be quite honest. The very weight of the air suggested that it was miserable regardless of the weather. Should have joined the Navy. He grunted as he got up from his position. Scanning again for action within the Pyramids. He hadn't seen anything yet, and with confirmation that the commandos had just inserted themselves it was likely to be quite for a little while longer. He glanced over to the two squads within visual contact of his own. The troopers in both of them were knelt behind cover. Scanning the area with their scanners and binoculars. Waiting was occasionally as hard as fighting, but his veteran troops knew the value of constant vigilance. Especially when danger was only a few meters away.

He heard the voice of Farron Vinheim over his commlink. It was unmistakable. His accent. He had heard about it before from other units of High level stormtroopers, finally hearing it was something else altogether. The man was a legend amongst both the Commandos and the Stormtrooper Corp and having him on this mission meant that the First Order valued this planet indeed. Regardless all the commando teams appeared to have signaled in that they were in position. It was time to tighten the net.

"Copy that Captain. We are tightening the net, likely we will be seen now, whatever you guys got planned let's get on with it eh? We can't sit here admiring the architecture forever. Leave that to the admins and civies."

Lt. Duval switched comms to local and gave the command to his own men as well as those with Imperial Knight Matma Bernu he hadn't seen the Knight yet, but he knew he was here. The troopers with him were already filling in the line.

"Alright boys, let's tighten this net. Close it to a 50 meter radius, if you gotta be out in the open you gotta be out in the open. Set primary weapons to stun. Be prepared to kill if you have to though. Move out."

Several of the men hadn't disabled their comms in time for the Lieutenant to hear their grunts of "About time" but he didn't reprimand them. He agreed with them after all. They had only been on planet for a few hours, relatively short for the mission they were carrying out but it felt like days to Vakim. How anyone lived on this planet was beyond him, but they probably didn't operate in the height of the afternoon. Probably why they had picked this time to launch a stealth operation. Not a lot of outside activity. The men of the 12th Platoon worked like clock work in setting up the net. They came up from cover and marched double time setting up a very tight and complete perimeter.

"Get ready boys, things are about to get hot."

He laughed to himself at the irony before raising his weapon in preparation.

 

[Hazel Zanteres]

Hazel followed as Marasigan led the way, the teams splitting up into their respective groups with Elisea’s taking up the lead just behind the Commander. The Hapan remembered Korrado from the Sacred Lotus days, even though they hadn’t interacted much at the time, not compared to Lithos and Apollodor at least. She seemed to be keeping it professional, not reacting to how Nylea had in turn reacted to her presence.

Oh, she sure was certain Elisea had been informed on what had happened years ago, but it didn’t diminish the fact Hapan appreciated the professionalism. Personal matters aside, there were people in need of help, and came above all else.

No matter what Hazel was now, that mentality never disappeared.

The smells and look of the hospital didn’t faze the Hapan. She had this kind of stuff before, too many times to comfortably count. She had seen the horrors of war, and it was never pretty when it managed to spill into where people were trying to be healed and saved.

As the first team pushed on upstairs, Hazel focused on her team. “Alright, I want a chain of us from the stairway all the through towards the tent. Keep the spacing even, remember, we’ll be carrying patients on stretchers, so maneuverable space is crucial.”

She watched as her group moved into position, their numbers not being quite enough to make a seamless pass towards the tent, but it would be enough without hopefully any delays.

“We’re ready!” Hazel shouted, her voice carrying up the stairway towards Team One.

Much like before, the Hapan showed no reaction to when the patients began making their way down to them. She had seen similar, and worse, injuries when she had been a battle medic. It mattered not who was fighting, or what it was for. Those caught in the crossfire were always the same, innocent.

Elisea Korrado | Nylea Apollodor | Fevris Derzelas​

 

[Resurgent Narrative]

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The man laid face down in a pool of his own blood, one of his buddies called out to him. No response, he approached the same set of doors and walked through. Another silenced pistol went off, and Tanileu motioned for them to push out through the doors. Smoke grenades were popped out onto the objective and the team moved through the smoke. Snipers took out another two men from the Fenix both had been positioned opposite of the ramp. Tanileu looked down the sights of her blaster rifle and saw a member of Los Fenix peek between the doors close to objective a.

She pulled the trigger, his head was gone and his body dropped.

The sounds of gunfire from objective a, told her that the other team had made it. "Swamp!" She shouted catching a glimmer of metal, riflemen turned and fired. More of the Fenix dropped, she continued to search the site to make sure it was clear. She would have shouted so, if it hadn't been for the lights that blipped behind a set of barrels. "Defusing bomb!"

Over at objective a, the team reported they had cornered Diaz but that the rest of Los Fenix had fled the site.

At objective b, any of the other Fenix had also run. "Close the net!" The order would go out to the surrounding Stormtroopers. The team at objective a, managed to apprehend Diaz before he could get into his vehicle. Snipers had taken out his guards prior to that, and now Diaz would be handed over to the First Order to be dealt with, appropriately.

Vakim Duval | Farron Vinheim | Matma Bernu | Gunnar Madine

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She had arrived at the Kahlo District to hear someone asking about Los Fenix? Sahani sighed. She hated civilians who were just so eager to get into trouble. It wasn't hard to spot Raava Starwind, "gonna have to ask you to just not." Sahani was direct, "these people have been through a lot and it'd be really great if you didn't shout fire, in a crowded theater." So, she was annoyed, more than annoyed. "I can see that you are eager to assist us, so, why don't you come with me?"

"If not then I'm sure those nice young men, in those bright white plastoid armor, would be more than happy to escort you, somewhere." Sahani gestured toward the Stormtroopers that had just arrived, fresh off a transport that was still in the process of getting back in the air. "You can call me, Anjali."

"I happen to be with the First Order's security forces here in Nahutal, so." Sahani led the woman to a small office that looked more like a hovel within the warehouse itself. "Have a seat, I'm sorry this isn't much."

"Now, tell me what exactly you're looking to do, and tell me there's more to this than just, I wanna beat up some thugs."

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[Raava Starwind]

"Well...yes...? And no." Raava hummed, looking at the ceiling for a full minute before she had sufficiently gathered her thoughts. "I'm strongest thing in the Galaxy, yea? Like, no really, I am. But how could I get acknowledged for that if I don't go out and prove it?" Raava paused again, before she leveled a glance at Anjali Sahani before squirming uncomfortably in the tight confines of the office. Giving up, she sighed.

"And...something my grandfather told me was that it's not enough there's a lot of great people, and powerful people in the galaxy, but there's a dearth of good people." Raava jumped out of her seat, narrowly hitting her head on the ceiling. "Ain't no use being this strong, and not doing right by others", she said, smiling beatifically at the overworked and under-appreciated public servant before pausing. "At the end of the day, anywhere the First Order is my home. If I don't fight to protect it- to protect others- who will?"

Raava paused. "Wait- Did I answer your question? I feel like I did. Did I?"

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[Farron Vinheim]

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Contact. As Farron advanced forward to group up with his fellow operatives, he found himself confronted by two stray blaster bolts, both of which impacted his chestguard; then they came into view, scattered men deprived of morale simply seeking to run away. Cowardice. Farron grit his teeth and leveled his primary, glaring through the optic as he opened fire, shredding through the three grunts. Faint wisps of smoke crept away from the captain's rifle barrel as he examined his armor for punctures.

Nothing serious, some minor scorching, but Farron had worse. With a deep exhale, he moved up, activating his commlink as he did so. "Three noncompliant bodies down, must've been the unfortunates that didn't plan on crossing my path. Didn't even pierce my armor. Glory to the First Order, over and out."

There was some humor to be had, over the death of the three thugs driven by... what exactly? Farron paused on this and chuckled to himself, honestly believing that those men were somehow inferior, but alas therein lies an irony, as no man is greater than another. An ego had already swelled and taken over long ago in the captain, a certain pride that carries with it an animosity. Sometimes old men can't be taught new tricks, and with them dies the memories of yesteryear, never letting go of the past.

Matma Bernu | Resurgent Narrative | Vakim Duval

 

[Vakim Duval]

Objective 1:

Location: LZ west of the Pyramids of Tlahuian Status: Securing prisoners, clearing perimeter
Troops: 48 Stormtroopers of the 12th Unattached 'Storm' Platoon
Equipment: F-11D blaster rifles, SE-44C blaster pistol, stun grenades, First Order Black Stormtrooper Armor.
With: Matma Bernu Resurgent Narrative Farron Vinheim

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"Move up now, we are live. Nobody gets through the net. Stability and Order."

Vakim began moving forward even before he gave the order. Indeed most of his troopers had also already done the same. They were ready for action. Pockets of Fenix would begin to stream out of the Pyramids and to their horror right into a net of elite first order stormtroopers clad in all black armor. It was no doubt a terrifying sight and most Fenix dropped their weapons and were promptly shot with stun lasers. A few, Vakim could only assume the officers of the organization reacted quick enough to get a few shots off of their own, but the point was mute. The 12th dispatched them quickly and moved up to secure the outer edge of the Pyramids themselves. Their scanners now coming fulling online to ensure that nobody escaped the net.

Teams would be dispatched to round up and check any bio signs that seemed to indicate Fenix presence. Duval could only hope that the bombs he had been warned about were now defused. His men had a mission to finish and carry out. He hit his commlink to contact Matma Bernu

"Imperial Knight, your boys want to keep scanning the wider net for anyone that may have hidden to make their run for it now?"

In the meantime his search teams were indeed flushing out more Fenix, and stunning them or killing them with brutal efficiency. It seemed more than a few of his men had forgotten to switch their rifles to Stun. A pity, but not something he was at all worried about. As long as they didn't kill Diaz these men didn't offer much value. Caught in his thoughts he almost missed the motion to his right as a group of five Fenix broke the inner perimeter and made for the Jungle.

"Matma, you got some stragglers breaking through the inner net. Should probably deal with them before they get to the dense jungle."

With that Vakim would motion to the two men closes to him and they all would take off at a run following the five who had gotten through. They began to fire pot shots back at Vakim and his men. Perfect. There was no way the Imperial Knight would miss their presence now.

 

[Matma Bernu]

"Matma, you got some stragglers breaking through the inner net. Should probably deal with them before they get to the dense jungle."

The Imperial Knight heard them before he saw them- red bolts flashing through the jungle underbrush, the frantic curses of the men who had the misfortune of throwing their lot in with Los Fenix, as they tried to escape the tender mercies of the 12th Platoon.

Out of the frying pan, into the fire.

Powered by the Force, Matma lunged out of the tree line, flipping and landing feet first on the merc in front's shoulder's. The man's screams pierced the jungle as foot met collar bone, and collar bone lost- decisively. Flipping again, Bernu landed in front of the startled men, igniting his lightsaber in one smooth motion. "Now", he said conversationally, raising his voice to overshadow the wails of their downed comrade. "Your predations and menacing ends here. Surrender into my custody, and I swear on the honor of the First Imperial Knights that I can guarantee your safety, and that you will be tried according to the laws and customs of the First Order."

"Consider your next actions car-" a Fenix member decided to take a shot at him, and he swung his saber so quickly it didn't even look like it moved. The bolt trailed back and struck the shooter in the face. The clearing they were in was only filled with the sounds of a whimpering mercenary cradling his collar bone, the smoking corpse, and the hum of the lightsaber. Matma broke the silence, delivering an ultimatum under no uncertain terms.

"That man there will be your fate if you try to take me. Do you really want to join him?"

Another pause, then one by one, blasters, vibroblades, and all sorts of assorted weaponry were tossed into a pile. The captured men laid down, face down.

Smiling, Matma radioed the Lt. Duval. "This is Imperial Knight Bernu. All hostiles accounted for, and neutralized."

Resurgent Narrative Vakim Duval Farron Vinheim

 

[Resurgent Narrative]

In the end, Diaz's men would either be captured or killed. The First Order's Special Operations Command escorted Diaz personally to his new home. The exploration of the temple beneath the water would continue as led by Doctor Audrey Saint George and her team. The First Imperial Medical Services would work steadily together to get patients out of the hospital and into tents where power and water were operational. Nahutal would continue to receive an influx of humanitarian aid as the First Order's Corps of Imperial Engineers surveyed the capital to assess just how much it will cost to rebuild the city.​

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Military operations against those like Diaz would begin, as he was just one of many dictators to come up and tear the planet apart, digging it up for viable resources. In the meanwhile the First Order, looked to the Nahuan region (of where Nahutal is capital), to guide the planet. Arias who had aided the First Order, told them of man by the name of Cárdenas who had been a general during the previous First Order regime had been among those exiled by Diaz. Cárdenas, Camacho, De la Huerta, and Valdés would work to form a new government for Nahuan and any other region in Baralou that wished to join. ​

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Once this form of government had been decided, Ariel Yvarro, Renata Westaway and Vidia Vudrirn would visit Baralou and discuss the terms of Baralou's entry into the First Order. Cárdenas and Camacho were voted on by the others in the Baralou delegation to represent the planet as Governor and Deputy Governor respectively. The three Moffs would return to Dosuun with signatures and a verified account of Baralou's entry as the newest member of the First Order.​

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[OOC: This is just to wrap up, all members are more than welcomed to continue (and we encourage you to), and complete your stories!]​

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[Vakim Duval]

Objective 1:

Location: LZ west of the Pyramids of Tlahuian Status: Finishing up, preparing for evac and debriefing
Troops: 48 Stormtroopers of the 12th Unattached 'Storm' Platoon
Equipment: F-11D blaster rifles, SE-44C blaster pistol, stun grenades, First Order Black Stormtrooper Armor.
With: Matma Bernu Resurgent Narrative Farron Vinheim
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Lt. Vakim Duval had his men gathered up, he removed his helmet and spoke to them directly. He was proud of his unit extremely proud. They had taken no serious casualties with only two troopers picking up minor scorching injuries.

"Gentlemen we can be proud of the work we did here today. A stable and secure Baralou has been obtained partially through our efforts. Stability and Order will reign here again. Get ready for mission debrief and evac to the fleet. The Army boys can clean up the rest of the work here. We have other planets to bring back under the fold. If you see Imperial Knight Matma Bernu on your way to the landing pod make sure you thank him for his support here and on Skye. He has proven an invaluable ally to the 12th."

With that he and his men broke into organized line and began heading towards the incoming shuttles that were bringing in the men of the Army. They would then carry out the Stormtrooper corp that had been deployed. A little switch that would signify the change from highly important military operation to security operation. Duval once again looked at his armor and men with pride. Wherever they were going next they could be sure it was vital to the First Order. They had proven themselves today. As the Army columns passed the 12ths jeering and light hearted insults could be heard being shouted back and forth. While other Lieutenants may have tried to intervene he simply ignored his men and kept marching them forward. He didn't care about a little ruffled feathers in the Army corp.

And before he knew it he was back on a shuttle heading for the fleet and debriefing. Excitement flowing through him as he imagined where he and his men would be sent next. Wherever it was they would bring stability and order.

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