Aritus's Command (IR/pm for invite)

[Ryan]

Location: Aboard the ISD III "Chimaera"
Objective: Plunder Bakura
Allies; IR
Enemies: All that oppose us

The Imperial Class III star destroyer designated "The Chimaera" exited hyperspace above Bakura. She was alone braving the recently owned territory of the Fringe with out escort while scrounging for supplies and resources. The Crinain Empire had fallen, the One Sith and their imperium crashed upon them in endless waves that crushed the former's glory. And now they were a shattered empire, nothing but shards of what was once a grand force. In forced exhile the remnant now had to fight for survival with every inch of breath they drew. Hope was diminishing, mutiny and desertion was a daily threat among others.

There was hope yet in the wake of desperation. Grand Admiral Garvan Aritius sat stoically upon the deployable captain's chair of the Chimaera. His steely gaze was locked upon the holograph that floated inches ahead of him, filling his old mind with all the intel he needed at that current point in time. He was a man long in tooth riding into what could be described as his venerable years as his hundred and fifty first birthday was approaching and here he was playing navy again. In such desperate times the retired Grand Admiral stepped up to the plate and took the onus of command upon his firm shoulders. There was no way that his empire was gonna fall while he drew breath still.

Garvan stroked his epic white mustache while continuing to study the intel at hand. The Lords of the Fringe had bugged out of this sector and leaving planets and other government and criminal elements to their own dongs. What the Admiral was looking for was the possibility of stockpiles of much needed resources that may, or may not have been left behind. The Imperial Remnant's fleet and military were running low on.... everything so the Old man took it upon himself to lead a quick strike force of one cap to make a raid upon old fringe strong holds. Hence why the current position of the Chimaera was over Bakura.

"Grand Admiral!" The Sensors officer down in the crew pit off to his right side was trying to get the old man's attention. Garvan slowly tilted his head towards the young man, focusing upon his face and scurrying his memory for the man's name as his eye sight could not catch the man's name tag at this distance. Old age was a queen.

"Report Lieutanant Rowle!" The aged admiral barked, his grizzled deep toned voice echoed out the bridge. The pup was surprised that the Grand Admiral remembered his name, in honesty the old man was surprised as well.

"We have are no hostile contacts, just your usual traffic, Sir!"

Garvan nodded and motioned the lad to carrying on with his duties. His brown eyes went back to the holograph before him, studying the data. There were no visible threats at this point in time, the ship was already on high alert. The Grand Admiral could feel the desperation of the the men and women around him. Some have not eaten this day, some have not eaten for two days and fuel was low, just as low as the moral.

Desperate times called for desperate measures. The imperial war machine needed to be fed and fueled and the planet below had the resources they needed. It was just a question of if they were going to hand it up with out a fight? "launch th' fighters an' shuttles!" The mean old war hound growled his commands. "today we tak' whit we need! cut doon onie 'at stain in uir way"

 

[Alva Calvarona]

Location: TIE Seeker exiting the Imperial III "Chimera"
Objective: Escort the shuttles, defend the task force from fighter attacks
Allies: IR [member="Garvan Aritus"]
Enemies: Who knows

The young Crinan woman checked her instrument board as she ran her pre-flight checks for the last time, prepping her TIE Seeker for the operation at hand. It was rumored the once mighty galactic power known as the Fringe had collapsed, their government scattering to the winds and leaving their entire territory and holdings in disarray. Not that Alva could really say the Imperial Remnant was in much better straits as far as things stood as of right now. Things would change though, the former royalty of the world of Crina knew it would, it had to, if nothing else, even if they were beaten, they were not defeated, the Empire would never be defeated. It would rise again, and as always the Empire. . . .would Strike Back!

They needed to recoup and Rebuild though, and they had remained idle for long enough. Now was the time for them to take action, their travels had been long and tiresome, but at last they had an opportunity, the fall of the Fringe was the chance for them to come back once more. THe resources and territory of the former Galactic Power was ripe for the taking, and Bakura was once an Imperial world with a highly valuable location in the newly vacated western side of the known galaxy. Hopefully the planetary government could be reasoned with diplomatically, perhaps one of the moffs or the Grand Admiral acting on behalf of the Empire as their representative. It would certainly aid in their PR as well, though forcibly taking the planet would serve as a warning to future resistors.

Of course, they might not even have a choice. After all, the whole point of the show of force was in case any rogue elements of the former Fringe Military were forming their own holdouts in the space that their government used to own. If there were Fringe Military Officers becoming Warlords who would fight to carve out their own little regions of space, then the Empire might face a few obstacles gaining control of the newly opened grab bag. There were no reports from the uniforms on the bridge for the fighter pilots to be on their toes just yet, but there was still no reason not to send the shuttles with an impressive escort anyway. If there was a surprise attack from Fringe Holdouts then they were there to engage, if there was no one then they would impress upon the local legislature that the Empire was still an intimidating force to respect. "Kestral and Hound this is Shockwave, after launch follow up on our six and proceed to cover the shuttles flanks. All remaining 181st units deploy in formation according to rank and fighter composition, bombers in the rear, interceptors on the flanks, heavy fighters lead."

Receiving an all clear from the hanger chief, Alva did a quick check of her flight suit and signaled for launch.

 

[Tor'valen'di]

Location: Bridge of the Chimera
Objective: Support the Old Man of the Empire
Allies: [member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="Alva Calvarona"]
Enemies: Unknown as of now, but those that stand in the Empire's way

Valen had thought he would find a place to finally shine as an officer with the Sith, but he had never received an assignment or anything and had left in anger. His daughter had disappeared into the darkness, probably long gone now. In a way, it had broken the Chiss, but it had also taught him some valuable lessons that he needed to learn.

Now, he stood on the bridge of the Imperial Star Destroyer III Chimera, near the hand of the Grand Admiral himself. Valen had only recently made contact and joined this fragment of the Imperial Remnant, but he found a commander he could truly follow. he might not have a military command currently, but this Chiss was determined to bring order to a galaxy desperately in need of it. Imperial style of order, not what the Sith or Republic claimed to bring.

"No movement from the planet below yet, Admiral," he said, looking up from his datapad. He was content to serve as the aide-de-camp of the Admiral currently, he had started to learn more just by observing the man. "However, we are starting to intercept some transmissions of the locals about our presence in the system. I suspect the Bakura government is not sure how to deal with a Star Destroyer arriving after so long being under the Fringe."

 

[Crimson Shade]

*CRACK* ​

The sound of fist meeting flesh and bone echoed through the rain and a man dressed in a black suit dropped down onto one knee at the sheer force of the blow and began to drool blood on the ground. Streams of crimson washed downhill as the man looked up to see a single image.

A swift knee to the jaw brought the man down completely driving into the ground letting the rain wash over his broken and beaten body. Above him stood Shade, a member of the old guard now doing what he had to do for the empire. Drawing his staff the man silently walked forward his feet splashing in the puddles of water until he hovered directly over the man's twitching body. Starting to stir the man in the suit began an attempt to crawl away from Shade, an attempt that was fruitless. Calmly and quietly stepping around Shade lifted his bionic leg and brought it down with a sick crack of bone. There was a silent pause before Shade looked back at two squads of royal guards, they had a very simple task ahead of them. Grab the Bakura Class Star Destroyer for the new Grand Admiral and kill anyone who got in their way.

So stepping forward through the rain Shade's sight settled on a very large vessel weathering the downpour. A parked star destroyer that was getting ready to lift into the atmosphere to try and take on the imperial fleet. This could not happen, and this would not happen. Shade would die before it would, so it was time to go to work.

[member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Tor'valen'di"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

Location: Aboard the ISD III "Chimaera", Near [member="Garvan Aritus"] and [member="Tor'valen'di"]
Objective: Plunder Bakura
Allies; IR
Enemies: All that oppose us

Solan watched the new grand admiral, judging him for now as he did not join in the assault. His eyes cut through the bridge as his helmet lay under his arm. He had gotten ahold of designs and rumors of an armor that an old imperial used to wear. Rumors though and recreating the ancient records that describe its looks were a pain though. So for now he watched the sith and the admiral. His thoughts drifted for a moment about the man before him and stared intently.

He wanted to know the abilities of these two men, judge their worth, understand if they were competent or just pretenders trying to find their way into the Empire for their own pride. He for a moment wondered about Corvinus too but he left that too himself as he had would not question that man. Instead he watched and listened to everything that happened around him.

 

[Utena Calvarona]

Location: Imperial III "Chimera"
Objective: Morale
Allies: IR [member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="Tor'valen'di"]
Enemies: Who knows

Utena didn't really have a job, her previous one of sit there and be a princess while the empress and emperor did things was more or less gone and she was expected to find her way as she stood with some of the black squad and they were getting armored up. It wasn't a pretty sight but it was one she could get them off and going with as the youngest of the three princesses did what she did best. Get her friends and dance to cheer up some of the ones who were missing Crina. They had moved to the tables and were singing wit their movements quickly and turning it into as much of a show as they culd to inspire that not all was lost.

 

[Abric Korne]

Location: Bakura, Salis D'aar
Objective: Destabilize Communications
Allies: [member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="Tor'valen'di"]

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...arriving on Bakura several days hence Abric had plied himself as an independent contractor looking for work now that the Fringe had collapsed and left several worlds without stable government. Infiltrating the capital of Salis D'aar had proved relatively easy and once he was inside Abric only needed to wait until his benefactors arrived. Frequenting local cantinas Abric had struck up conversations with members of the local security forces as well as other locals who started to accept him as another regular hit hard by the dissolution of the Fringe. There must have been thousands of Mercenaries looking for work now that one of the major centers of power in the galaxy had folded. No matter though, Abric had his own plans...

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...on the day of the Imperial Raid he was on the streets of the capital city. A signal had activated a beacon he carried informing him that it was time to act. Through various measures of carousing previous Abric had learned where several local communications arrays were located. Navigating the streets of the city that was to be his initial stop for his part in the raid of Bakura. Demoralize and disrupt was his objective. A Turbolift would take him to the roof of a building where Abric had learned a minor communications array was located. Security was expected to be light. Nothing the Mercenary couldn't handle on his own. Dressed in an old, ragged, pancho that hid the aged Sun Guard armor beneath it Abric performed a last minute check on his blaster rifle as the turbolift continued skyward...

...velocity began to decrease, Abric could feel the turbolift nearing its destination and he steadied his weapon so that it was aimed ahead when the lift doors hissed wide. The Blasted Rifle was aimed ahead, the doors opened and a Guard was posted on the other side, squeezing the trigger the man screamed as Abric gunned him down before proceeding out of the turbolift. Other security personnel were alerted and footsteps were heard soon after. A Team of three or four more men he wagered. Duckling low Abric used some supply crates for cover before engaging his opposition, the Blaster Rifle found a place snug in the crevice of his shoulder and Abric picked his shots...

...blaster fire went back and forth. Abric activated a small, hand held, scrambler, ensuring the security team couldn't call for reinforcements. In a matter of minutes the firefight was done and the Sun Guard stood over the corpses of the dead. Smoke rising from their bodies. Burn marks evident where the blasters had hit them. Abric fired a successive blast into some of the men ensuring they'd stay prone and then moved on to the main communications array...

...the Communications Array itself appeared to be a mesh of antenna that corresponded with similar arrays through the city. Using the scrambler he'd brought with him he'd distort the array signal making it more difficult for Bakura defense forces to communicate throughout the city. Once this was done Abric signaled the Imperial Star Destroyer -Chimera- with coordinates to the main barracks of security forces in Salis D'aar along with the message..."Communications Array scrambled. Security Forces will be blind. Assault when ready."...​

 

[Ryan]

Location: Aboard the ISD III "Chimaera"
Objective: Plunder Bakura
Allies; [member="Abric Korne"] [member="Utena Calvarona"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="Tor'valen'di"] [member="Alva Calvarona"]
Enemies: All that oppose us

Garvan's attention was drawn to his chiss aid-de-camp that had given him an update on the government situation groundside. "i main be auld, but Ah am nae blin' second lieutenant Valen!' The Grand Admiral snipped at the young chiss officer. The old battle axe never liked assistance, he felt such aid was a direct insult to his capabilities. His children and grand children had always tried to intervene with such aids back at home. They insisted he have a private nurse to attend him. He fired her ten minutes into her first shift and escorted her out of his estate at gun point. After that incident his family wanted him to be declared mentally insane and not comp-able in running his affairs. The old man's response was along the lines of being cut from inheritance if they tried to meddle in his lifestyle. Garvan was a miserable man from the day he took retirement twenty five years ago right to the day he stepped back into his old whites. He was still a force to be recon with, even though he was in his venerable years he still held a physical prowess of a man that took care of himself. A man that could still throw a few decent punches and take his share back. As much as his children wanted him to think he was too old to do life's basics, they were wrong. He was Grand Admiral Garvan Aritus, he was not destine to go to grave with out his boots on. "i can reid th' bludy charts 'at ur only puckle inches frae mah face, pup!'

Wasn't fair for the old man to keep verbally abusing the young officer. Actually one could feel a bit of sympathy for it was the demands of the upper echelons of the sharded chain of command that had forced the Returning Admiral to have such an aid. He had been out of the game for the last twenty five years and they said it was in their best interest that he had assistance till he was fully caught up in how the navy ran things in this decade. Of course Garvan protested loudly but the powers to be insisted that was the only way he was going to climb aboard a Star Destroyer and play at Commander again. So such sacrifices had to be made for the greater good and here he was, suffering the likes of Valen. So he accepted, didn't mean he had to be thankful for it and unfortunate for Valen, he was the one going to suffer.


The old man gritted his teeth, his tongue itching to bite more into the blue hide of the boy. But, there was no time for such harassment as reports from his contractor planet side came back with positive news. Well, if the government did not know what was happening and the imperials intentions where, they sure do now. Communications had been blocked and now they could not mount a proper defense if they wanted to. This also would blind bakura as his crimson warriors were playing at pirate and now could not call for aid.

"inf'rm princess [member="Alva Calvarona"] 'at bakura's communications hae bin successfully blocked. teel 'er tae leid th' shuttles planit side, Ah want th' star-port under imperial control by lunch time" He would command Valen to relay. As much as he grumbled and snorted about his unimportance, he was actually invaluable to the old man.... just he would never show it. "ain gie me damned spiced caffa!"

Then with a few flicks of his hand he was back to direct communications with [member="Abric Korne"] . "weel dain sodger! noo move ontae objectife b" The old man command was quick. Korne knew what the second objective was, he was to assassinate the governor of Bakura and then wage simple guerrilla warfare tactics to keep the militia on its toes and split focus away from the Imperials as much as he can.

Garvan's eyes would break from the holographs before him and quickly noticed that he was being stared at by [member="Solan Charr"] "son! if yer gonna sit thaur an' staur me up as if Ah am wearin' somethin' ay yoors, ye will braw yerself quickly re assigned tae cleanin' th' refreshers in th' troop quarters" He snarled his vile threat towards the Dark Jedi "git tae wark, th' soldiers ur landin' an' Ah want yer ready at a moments noticed if thaur woods be need ay a wizard!"

 

[Crimson Shade]

Location: Ground side space port.
Objective: Take the rightful property of the empire.
Allies; [member="Abric Korne"] [member="Utena Calvarona"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Tor'valen'di"] Alva Calvarona [member="Garvan Aritus"]


The shuttles had begun arriving now thanks to the admiral, this was good. It meant they didn't have to take on a crew of five thousand angry Bakorans by themselves. Shade only stood there in the rain as the shuttles came down and started to unload Stormtroopers, they were nearly useless at times but today they could earn their keep. Shade looked back at his fellow guardsmen and towards the incoming stormtroopers, with a hand sign he signaled them to push forward and start assaulting the two parked capital ships that were getting ready to head to orbit to engage the fleet.

With the power of his bionic legs he kicked off swiftly and ran towards the ship on the right. His legs pounding and thumping through the rain creating tides of water that splashed into the air. Following up behind him were his brothers and the stormtroopers behind them. The ships crew were hastily loading up supplies and Bakoran marines had begun to fire on them from the large ramp. But shade kept running, his life was meaningless in the grand scheme of the empire, his life meant nothing so long as the mission was accomplished. The only form of self preservation the man had was dying a death that would maximize efficiency for the Remnant.

So with a hop skip and a jumping on someone's skull the royal guard made it to the ramp along with the five other guards with him. The stormtroopers were still running behind but that didn't stop Shade and the others from going to work. Drawing his force pike he began to dance through the enemy, he moved like graceful water falling through stone, but with each movement there was death and destruction. Removing limbs, heads, and crushing throats he and his family was making quick work of the guards on this ramp as the storm troopers brought up the rear.

 

[Abric Korne]

Location: Bakura, Salis D'aar
Objective: Enroute to Governors Stronghold
Allies: [member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="Tor'valen'di"] [member="Alva Calvarona"]

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...Abric received the transmission from Grand Admiral Artius with a gruff..."Copy that Command."...before his comms switched off. Rubbing his chin with his right hand the Mercenary let his fingers splay through the thickness of his full beard while pondering the next objective he was undertaking. Assassinating the Governor of Bakura wasn't going to be an easy task however once the Imperials had feet on the ground Abric imagined that the attention of the Defense Force would shift to the combat zones. Giving one final glance back at the Communications Array he was applying the jamming signal to Abric ensured the scrambler was secure before moving away. By now using the turbolift to descend from the rooftop of the building wasn't an option...

...deep down Abric knew this wasn't the brightest idea he'd ever had as he moved to the ledge of the rooftop. The Blaster Rifle was slid back over his shoulder as he went leaving his hands free. Once he'd made it to the ledge of the rooftop he hunkered down, leaning over so that he could look down, shuttles and personal transport vehicles were zipping past at a momentous rate causing his eyes to sting as he focused..."Not happening."...was all that he said before he remembered his obligations, the contract he'd taken and then without further adeiu his legs uncoiled and the man leapt off the side of the building...

...he might have screamed as the wind caught him, his arms and legs outstretching to catch more resistance and slow his descent by a fraction. Narrowing his eyes Abric focused on a personal transport ahead that was going to intersect his path or would have if he timed this exactly right. As he dove downwards, descending at a phenomenal rate, Abric would try to steer himself but he wasn't sure if he'd land on target. The Transport grew larger as he fell closer to it until....

...CRASH...

...when the Mercenary collided into the back of the transport it startled the pilot half to death. Abric lay motionless for a moment, his body ached, then he started to stir and came up to see the pilot looking back at him..."End of the line Bub."...was said with a bit of a growl accompanying the sentiment and the Abric had the man by the back of the neck causing him to flail before he was thrown out of the transport and into midair. Taking a seat at the head of the small transport Abric took the controls, punched in his destination and steered himself towards the Governors Stronghold aware that all hell was about to break loose on this planet...​

 

[Tor'valen'di]

Location: Bridge of the Chimera
Objective: Support the Old Man of the Empire
Allies: [member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Abric Korne"] [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="Solan Charr"]
Enemies: Any Bakuran resistance

"I'm well aware of your capabilities, Admiral, I merely am reporting some information that may have not reached your own display," Valen said, calm and assure as always. He had gotten sued to the prickly nature of the Grand Admiral when he had been assigned to the man. Clearly, the Old Man didn't really need the help as he certainly seemed capable on his own, but that wouldn't stop Valen from doing his job.

Moving off to his station, he picked up the com headset he kept there and relayed to the princess, "Captain Calvarona, Bakuran communications have been blocked, Admiral Aritus has issued orders that your pilots are to escort the shuttles down to the surface and keep any resistance from touching them. He wishes the starport to be in Imperial hands between the times of 1200 and 1300 system standard time."

Moving to his next order, he made sure the spiced caffa was at the proper temperature and specific level of spiced as the Admiral enjoyed, along with including a small canister of Corellian whiskey if the Admiral so desired to add it to the caffa. He might be doing more menial tasks, but he would carry them out with the same professionalism and strict order of the day as any Imperial was supposed to do.

"Your caffa, Admiral," he said, bringing up to the commander before returning to his original standing position behind the man.

 

[Alva Calvarona]

Location: TIE Seeker exiting the Imperial III "Chimera"
Objective: Escort the shuttles, defend the task force from fighter attacks
Allies: IR [member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="Tor'valen'di"] [member="Abric Korne"] [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="Utena Calvarona"] [member="Adalric Vastor"] [member="Captain Falcor"] [member="Cornelo Kyot"] [member="Javos Infored"] [member="Malus"] [member="Rhun Trask"] [member="Rick Galurom"] [member="SC-421"] [member="SC-4486"] [member="Victor Blood"] [member="Weiss"]
Enemies: Who knows

Her TIE Seeker dropping from its supporting cradle in the hanger bay, Alva turned on her controls, putting her fighter into a quick spin as it cleared the Star Destroyer before leveling herself out and pushing the engines power output forward. The rest of Shockwave Squadron would fall into position around her, quickly followed by the rest of the of the Imperial Flight as they made their way to the nearbys shuttles launching from their own berths as well. The sparkling lights of ion engines belonging to other flight units and transports that were docking and boarding the Bakuran Shipyards where their own destroyers were parked caught Alva's eye just as the voice of the Admiral's aide came in over the command frequency. Considering it was clear there were already teams on the orbiting station, it wasn't a surprise to hear her group was heading dirtside with the rest of the ground thumpers.

"Roger that Command. Any further orders? Shall my unit return to orbit or secure local airspace in atmo once all the transports get in safely?" Maybe she could have offered her pilots to guard the landing pads, but it was easy to assume the transports would leave some of their own troopers for that. Although the former Princess of Crina, at least until (hopefully) they reclaimed the world from the Sith, did have one question that had nearly escaped her notice she wanted to bring up. "Command do we also have confirmation on the enemy's makeup? Are their counter attack responses showing up as Fringe Forces or Planetary Defense? Just wanting a heads up on what they might throw at us in case I can give my people a heads up on the enemy's tech."

Proceeding with escorting regardless of course, after all her concern wasn't worth delaying the mission, Alva led Shockwave Squadron to take the lead in escorting her wave of transports, Kestral and Hound taking the flanks with Shadow following up the rear, similar formations popping up around the other shuttle groups, as they began their approach to the planet's surface. The change from a zero g environment to a planetary atmosphere was always annoying for some reason no matter how many times Alva flew, nevertheless, she always had to admit she loved being a pilot. After all, the view of the planet in front of her growing ever larger on approach until she would eventually pass through the clouds felt breathtaking everytime.

Maybe the fact different planets gave different views was what kept it all so beautiful. It didn't hurt that Bakura was such a lush world.

 

[Abric Korne]

Location: Bakura, Solis D'aar
Objective: Enroute to Governor's Stronghold
Allies: [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Tor'valen'di"] [member="Crimson Shade"][member="Garvan Aritus"]

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...still in what was actually an Airspeeder, a transport was more a small starcraft type, Abric continued to steer himself towards the Governor's Stronghold. At this point he was several kilometers out and closing which meant he had time to prepare himself for what would be an inevitably bloody conflict. Assassinating a Governor was no small thing. Gripping the controls of the airspeeder with his right hand he reached into his pancho with his left and withdrew a half smoke, stale, cigarro which was stuffed into the corner of his mouth. Abric looked like he was chewing on the butt the way it was crammed in but really it settled fairly comfortably into the crevice of his weathered features...

...a moment later and the cigarro was lit, Abric fumbled with an archaic looking lighter that he stuffed back into one of his many pockets. Inhaling deeply the Mercenary mumbled out of the corner of his mouth..."How about some nice music."...then his hand went to the console of the airspeeder and pressed several buttons before accessing various radio frequencies. Initially the station he'd tuned into was reporting the appearance of Imperial vessels orbiting the planet..."Boring."...but it was quickly replaced by something that sound like a nice talk radio. Relaxing melodies played and Abric liked to imagine he was going for a scenic cruise through the capital of Bakura. Lifting his left hand again he'd pinch the cigarro between his fingers and begin to roll it in the corner of his mouth briefly before he felt an odd tingling in his hands that started to cause the skin of his body to prickle...

..."Not now damnit."...he'd have stated in that particularly gruff voice of his before shaking his head several times to try and drive the sensations away, flexing his fingers seemed to help a bit too. Abric never had a particularly powerful bond with the force however recently he felt a bit more in tune with it. Training he'd received at a young age was very loose at the best of times but the man understood a few tricks. Very basic applications one might have called them but nothing fancy. A Padawan would outshine him without to much effort on their part. Nonetheless he did have ideas of his own...

...tensing his hands over the controls of the Airspeeder again he'd have said something along the lines of..."OK lets do this."...the stronghold was up ahead now, Abric could actually see it as he steered the airspeeder forward but he still lacked a plan. No matter, something would come to him by the time he got there. Oh god! Grunting once he choked, coughed, almost spit out his cigarro and then finally swallowed..."Damn bugs."...​

 

[Weiss]

Location: planetside, exiting shuttles
Objective: Secure landing site


*STOMP STOMP STOMP*

The walkers crushed trees and bushes as they fanned out toward the paremeter defensive positions.

Weiss moved in between the lines of stormtroopers rushing forth in neatly kept lines. Weiss kept his helmet under his left arm as he, per usual finished his cigarr just prior to any deployment. It was a breach of protocoll, but Weiss's only one and his men had gotten used to it. After countless of battles for the IR Weiss had proven his iron will and fanatical loyalty to the empire over and over again. the fact that he pulled a decent amount of victories did also help command to overlook the minor issue.

"This is Lieutenant Weiss, taking command over Objective "Krayt Nest" he reported in the storm corp com. "Walker pilots! I want that tree line on fire asap. Fire at will!"

As the AT-ST models started to bomb away to the east the rest of the storm troopers formed a defensive U-circle facing north, south and west. Everything was going smoothly so far.
There was very little intel to go on for this mission. Nothing unusual though, Ever since they had been forced away from Crina Imperial Intelligence had been struggling. No doubt costing alot of loyal troopers their lives. But at least now the command was doing something to restore productivity. He spat and placed the helmet firmly on his head. Switching the com channel to command and [member="Alva Calvarona"].

"Commander! 337th Storm corp securing landing site. We are litting up the eastern tree line to see if those blips on the radar was anything but animals. So far no contact with enemy forces. Second wave of drop ships can commence landing."

Weiss reached for his microbinocular and tried to scan the treelines for any movements. But apart from the explossions caused by the At-st there was nothing. It was almost to quite.

 

[Zen Havoc]

Location: Aboard transport ship/landing on Bakura
Objective: Plunder Bakura, receive orders
Allies; [member="Garvan Aritus"],[member="Alva Calvarona"],[member="Tor'valen'di"],[member="Abric Korne"],[member="Weiss"]
Enemies: Any one who's against the Empire


Second-Lieutenant Havoc, stood by the transport ship going through last minute checks before they get the go ahead to head down to Bakura. It's not that he didn't trust the pilot or the small group he was with it was... well heck lets face it he didn't fully trust all of them yet. He didn't want to run into enemy and have something mess up, that would be the end of there group and if they died well now they wouldn't be of any help to anyone. The signal for them to board was given and they begin to run into the ship sitting at there designated spots, Havoc fighting the urge to site up in the cockpit follow his group into the back.

There were only four of them including himself, his group may be small but they were all willing to fight for the Empire except for one who seem to complain and mildly ask questions he shouldn't. Havoc, begin to recheck his blaster rifle but what he was really doing was keeping his attention on the one man he was concern with he believed the man name was 'Roy' he wasn't sure as to why this young man was in there group unless Admiral Aritius, knew that the young man was about to do something stupid and had place him with Havoc knowing what he would do to him. There were rumors going around about a few people getting shot when they work under Havoc, supposedly the man had either question the emperor himself or any of the higher up official commands.. these have been only rumors.

It didn't take long until the shuttle land on Bakura upon looking out the window Havoc could see trees that were set on fire, he couldn't help but smile as the other member of the team stare off in aww. He glance over giving them a glare "All right head out!" the man nod as they begin to run out all except for one glaring behind him Havoc could see Roy standing there refusing to move "Sir this is point less.." Havoc didn't respond back he begin to check his rifle again while three of the other man begin to reason with Roy to get his but in gear "I'm not moving.. it's not our fault that we need to raid other factions! It's the Empire faul..." Before he could finish what he was saying the sound of a blaster being fire could be heard, looking over the man could see Havoc standing there weapon drawn and smoke coming form the end. Roy scream out in pain falling back to the seats on the ship "Hmmm I miss.." shrugging he begin to glare back at the now injured Roy "Were on a mission! We don't have time for you're crap! Or you talking treasonous things about the Empire" he glare over to the pilot "Call the Admiral, let him know were are on Bakura and awaiting further orders." he then glance over at Roy and gave him a stern look "Also inform him of our 'friendly fire' incident involving Roy."

 

[Crimson Shade]

Location: Ground side space port.
Objective: Take the rightful property of the empire.
Allies; [member="Abric Korne"] [member="Utena Calvarona"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Tor'valen'di"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Garvan Aritus"]


Scarlet accented rain water dripped down the ramp of the ship on down to the ground to join the puddles bellow. There was a calm in the midst of the storm, a pause that meant the enemy guarding the ramp had been slain. Everyone from marines, to simple dock and crew workers lay dead at Shade's and his brother's feet. Dark crimson splotches covered his bright red robe and he felt no empathy for the dead, nothing but wasted lives that should have served the empire. Flicking blood from his force pike he walked forward into the ship with his fellow royal guard along with the squads and squads of stormtroopers that rushed up the ramp only to give witness to the slaughter that was the cargo hold's crew.

"Lieutenant Ross." Shade said in a very deep and commanding tone.

The stormtrooper officer quickly responded coming up to Shade and standing at attention as the other squads of stormtroopers quickly fell into place.

"Leave two squads here as a casualty collection zone. Send all other squads with me, we're moving to take the bridge. I want your best engineers with my squad, see to it that this is done." Shade said again in his commanding baritone.

"Yes, my lord." the officer said as he pulled out of attention and went to see to his orders.

A few moments had passed and Shade quickly gathered the assets he had sent for from the lieutenant. Once everything was in place he began to push from the cargo hold and into the guts of the ship itself. Exiting into a hallway they immediately came under fire from marines. Once again it was time to commit to more violence.

 

[Abric Korne]

Location: Bakura, Solis D'aar
Objective: Infiltrate/Crash into the Govenor's Stronghold
Allies: [member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="Zen Havoc"] [member="Weiss"] [member="Tor'valen'di"]

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...reports filtering in via the Imperial Comms confirmed that the Remnant had boots on the ground now. Good thing too because Abric was going to need plenty of distractions when he hit the Governor's Stronghold. The Cigarro rolled back into the corner of his mouth, his tongue felt the underside of the leaf it had been rolled in and Abric dedicated himself to the mission with a mutter..."Well I didn't get dressed up for nothing."...as his destination loomed closer in the distance. The Sun Guard didn't have a plan, he was just a lone combatant but he did know how to make an entrance that would get him some attention...

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...the Airspeeder zoomed ahead. Abric gripped the controls tightly while sucking on the butt of his cigarro. Up ahead the Stronghold grew larger and larger with every passing second. Narrowing his eyes Abric resigned himself with a..."Oh hell, why not."...then he accelerated the airspeeder as he raced towards the Stronghold. An incoming transmission contacted him...

[Incoming craft identify yourself.]

...no answer...

[Incoming craft identify yourself or we will fire.]

...nothing, not a peep...

[Incoming craft this is your final warning.]

...then finally..."I'm the Juggernaut queen."...in a dry tone..."You can't kill me."...

[Open fire! Open fire! Hostile craft approaching!}

...the laser turret fire from the Stronghold brought the sky around the Airspeeder to life. Abric steered with a deft hand. The Airspeeder would perform evasive maneuvers, bank and attempt to move around the incoming arcs of fire but there were jut to many of them. Eventually some of the laser fire landed a solid shot and the airspeeder started to smoke, Abric looked back over his shoulder to assess the damage then returned his vision front as he accelerated again hoping to choke every last ounce of speed out of the engines. Leaning forward in the cockpit he'd hand tensed his hands on the controls until his knuckles went white...

...the Airspeeder was grazed by more laser fire but it was to late. Abric had brought it into the walls of the Govenor's Stronghold. The Airspeeder crashed over the ramparts of the Stronghold sending duracrete spraying everywhere before it started skidding across the battlements where it eventually crashed into a smaller turret emplacement. Everything was wrecked. The Airspeeder. The Laser Turret. The Laser Turrets Crew. Abric. All wrecked. When the Mercenary actually stumbled out of the wreckage and fell onto his chest he was actually more surprised than anybody that he was still alive and now it was time to really get to work but that could wait until after he caught his breath...​

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

Location: Aboard one of the shuttles, landing at the ground-side spaceport
Objective: Plunder Bakura, Secure the starport
Allies; IR, [member="Abric Korne"] [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="Zen Havoc"] [member="Weiss"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Tor'valen'di"] [member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="Solan Charr"]
Enemies: All that oppose us

SC-4486 had walked down the ramp of the shuttle down onto the rough ground of the spaceport, He was being flanked by two more Storm Commandos as he descended from the transport,

Their objective was the same as the rest of the infantry here: To plunder Bakura for the Imperial Remnant. His mission was to secure the spaceport and then wait to acquire further orders, He was greeted by the disgusting sight of blood everywhere, bodies of marines and dock workers, He saw some Royal Guards and stormtroopers disappear somewhere, but that did not matter, He had to secure the spaceport before 1300,

"MOVE OUT!" SC-4486 commanded, and they began cautiously clearing the halls of the spaceport, taking a shot at anything that they considered an enemy.

 

[Ryan]

Location: Aboard the ISD III "Chimaera"
Objective: Plunder Bakura
Allies; [member="Abric Korne"] [member="Utena Calvarona"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="Tor'valen'di"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Weiss"] [member="Zen Havoc"] [member="SC-4486"]
Enemies: All that oppose us

The raid was going as according to plan. No hiccups, no proper defense force to dismantle. The prize was theirs for the taking and there was no one that could stop them. Today, they were nothing but starving pirates rather then a Imperial Armada and us undignified as such operation was, it was a necessity that the Grand Admiral had to address. They did not have the funds to purchase their basic needs and this band of imperial loyalists refused to disband even in the face of certain death. Good soldiers they were all, they had earned the old man's respect from day one.

"Admiral.... your Grace!!!" The Chimaera's captain nearly squeaked as sensors picked up a single capital ship emerging from hyperspace. The admiral did not have to sound to quarters for the Imperials were already at battle stations which at this point in time gave them initiative. Garvan watched his holoprojecter intensely as the ship entered the system. From the admiral' observation this was not a planned defensive tactic and from the readings this was nothing more then possible a fringe sect looking to scrape and plunder just as the Imps were. Thing was, the Grand Admiral wasn't good at sharing and from the prospect of their own comms being jammed nor were these outlaws.

The Chimaera was out gunned as she looked at six corvettes spewing form the main bow hangar of the main pirate ship. Three of the blockade runners formed in a spear head formation and made motion to advance upon the Imperials. They wanted to run the imps off, a show of force to try and beguile the lone ship into retreat. Which, in all honesty would of been the safest tactic for the Chimeara to pursue, for mixing it up with a large cap and the many corvettes she had birthed put the imperial flag ship at a huge disadvantage.

"Admiral we need to retreat!" The captain, a human male in his early forties, announced. His voice was wrecked with fear and the crew could hear it.

Garvan looked down from his raised chair, slightly leaning off to the left to address the captain. The old man's eyes locked into the younger officer's frighten hues as if they were capable of firing salvos of laser bolts. "yoor lack ay coorage is disturbin'!" the old man snarled, his deep toned northern crinan accent that stung like a viper's bite. "yoo ur dismissed, keptin tanner! ye hae fife seconds tae lae mah brig ur Ah will kill ye myself fur cowardice!"

The Captain may have been stunned for a blink of an eye, but his craven nature would take hold as he blasted from his station and rushed to exit the ship's bridge. Not to make a spectacle of the situation and further disgracing the Captain the old man turned to the rest of his crew. He would rise from his seat so all could see him. "we wulnae lae uir brother's an' sisters behin'. we shaa nae be rin aff by a fleit ay thugs. we ur aur th' imperial navy an' waur born wi' bigger baawz 'en these asshats!' His grizzled voice echoed through out the bridge and telegraphed trough the intercoms. "full thrusters aheid! shield at a hunder!......... lets see hoo mony we can make die!!!!"

For the first time in twenty five years the old man had not felt such a rush. It was if he was born again, his eyes locked on beyond the transpiristeel view ports watching as the corvettes close the distance. The old man for the first time in ages donned a wolfish grin of pleasure, this was what he lived for. Battle was his calling and today he gets to wage it upon this marauding fleet of miscreants. "buckle in lads, we ur in fower a roogh ride!'He ordered, while taking his own advice as he sat back into his captain's chair and buckled the crash harness over his shoulders and waist.

"launch aw fighters, send a body scit planit side as message runner tae inf'rm uir forces ay th' current situation". He continued barking orders, his hands began to dance in the air as if he was a conductor of an imperial orchestra, though in reality he was conducting war and his commands and requests were being issued through the holograpic projector ahead him. The Chimaera hummed as her massive sublight drives were put to the test. Such noise was soothing to the Grand Admiral but he could sense the crew before him not sharing the love of glorious battle. Most of them had not been born yet to know the Admiral when he was at the top of his career. The tenacity and ferocity was has infamous for was lost on these pups. They were about to get a up close lesson on how he waged combat.

Garvan looked to his right and past beyond the Chiss aid. There were a crew of cabin boys, young officer cadets that were nothing more then mere teens in age. Aritus made a point in having them on the bridge and armed with musical instruments. Ancient drums and crinain bagpipes. "play th' pipes wee jimmies, beat th' drums!" The old man commanded, his voice calm and assuring.

With out hesitation the boys would light up the bridge with the drums and pipes of home. Moral was one of the most important factor in war, an aspect that Garvan would not underestimate. He was of old guard and believed that an Officer should always have a sword and a the troops should always have the pipes leading them. With a few clicks the beautiful war music would be played through out the ship and if the enemy was listening they would hear the Crinian pipes a roaring as the Chimaera rushed at them in a full on charge.

"this is hoo ye dae it second lieutenant Valen!" He wanted the chiss aid-de-camp to take note, while he motioned for the young blue man to take up the recent captain's station to his right. "i want ye tae coordinate th' turbo batters, split e'en an' odds tae lat at th' designated first tois corvettes. we ur gonna smash ben them an' hopefully hae them wrecked in uir wake"

There was no doubt the Grand Admiral was a madman, the question was; was he the right kind of mad for the task at hand.

 

[Alva Calvarona]

Location: TIE Seeker exiting the Imperial III "Chimera"
Objective: Escort the shuttles, defend the task force from fighter attacks
Allies: IR [member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="Tor'valen'di"] [member="Abric Korne"] [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="Utena Calvarona"] [member="Adalric Vastor"] [member="Captain Falcor"] [member="Cornelo Kyot"] [member="Javos Infored"] [member="Malus"] [member="Rhun Trask"] [member="Rick Galurom"] [member="SC-421"] [member="SC-4486"] [member="Victor Blood"] [member="Weiss"]
Enemies: Who knows

Well Alva supposed she got her answer, though not in the way she expected. After all, an unknown enemy force arriving in system with a ship larger than the star destroyers was certainly not something one typically anticipated. The crinan woman suspected that meant it was a sure thing that once the transports touched down groundside, all the squadrons playing escort were to haul ass back up into space to engage whatever units the unidentified arrivals sent out. It was honestly a surprise a ship of unknown origin was showing up. If anything she would have thought leftover holdouts from the Fringe's military would be lurking or show up. It didn't look like any Fringe ships were around though, nor did it sound like there were any Fringe companies downside resisting.

Well, the Imperial Captain decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth she supposed and kept an eye on her sensor suite as she began performing a holding pattern above the landing pads the Imperial shuttles and transports were settling down on to disgorge their occupants. The spaceport was a bit abandoned, likely a result of an evacuation focus to clear non-combatants from a danger zone. Hopefully the Stormtrooper Sergeants wouldn't forget their good fortune in this circumstance. Nonetheless, Alva was a bit preoccupied with the fires she could see just out of view being caused by a particular stormtrooper unit, prompting her to send a communication. "This is Captain Calvarona to the 337th. Lieutenant, be more discriminate! Bakura's major export is their liquor and candy they make from the fruit that grows in their jungles. Damaging them hurts their economy and by extension limits the profit we can make from this venture. If you need I can have command divert some recon units your way to search the area but let's not burn things of value."

She hoped the ground pounders didn't take offense to her remarks, but it seemed wasteful when they had commandos and other units equipped to do the task if they couldn't without burning everything down. Still, she had other things to attend to than keep track of this mess below. "All squadrons link up with your flight leader and begin ascent back towards the Chimaera. I want all weapons systems online and targeting software prepped. We're going to move to engage the unknown intruders if they become hostile. Don't fall behind now." Gripping her controls, Alva pulled her craft up and began pushing the engines to break the atmospheric barrier, wondering just what mess was going on up above though she was getting herself into instead of things down here.