Dominion Belly of the Beast | Dominion of Kynachi | NIO

[Josiah Navollius]

Objective: Elder Council meeting.
Tags: Lucien Dooku Irveric Tavlar Ravraa Vyshraal Robogeber Boram Predor

Seated in his appointed chair reclined back some, Josiah nodded listening to the men speak their piece. Placing hand apon his brow he trailed a finger across his skin and scratched his temple before altogether re-adjusting his chair to a more professional position and seemed to pay more attention to what was being said now. In truth the Imperator did not leave much room for discussion. In the Moffs mind everything he said was almost fact and tactically sound.

Enlil was a new face to the council meetings and the Moff took no delight in hearing how the CIS, of all the factional governments, were flawed and had falsely accused the King to better push their own propaganda. Josiah rolled his eyes and blinked.

" Do their actions really surprise you, King? Despite your recent encounters i'd urge you to set aside any petty vendettas that you, may still harbor against them now." He paused and took in a breath after what felt like him spitting all that out. " Declaring the Confederacy of Independent Systems a sith state matters little if our main mission is the eradication of the sith themselves. Same goes for the Silver Jedi Coalitions as well."

" We, as our forces stand now, cannot risk a sustained effort on multiple fronts." A smear of a smile was etched slowly across his face. " What other information do we have about these two governments?"

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[Gam Kelgor]

M O F F
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
THE IMPERIAL ASSEMBLY | STRANGE TIMES
Irveric Tavlar | Lucien Dooku | Enlil | Josiah Navollius | Robogeber | Ravraa Vyshraal | Boram Predor

The Moff of Dubrillion was a newcomer. Recently appointed and still learning to maneuver his way through Imperial Politics. Until he had led the refugees of Mon Cala to Dubrillion, a position of true power had been far above him. Now he sat among seasoned politicians. Few of them actually knew him beyond his title, but he would make sure his voice did not go unheard. The aged amphibian had no problem speaking his mind.

"I agree with the Imperator," he spoke up in his deep and breathy voice. "The Sith should be our primary focus. The Jedi and Confederates have more pressing issues inside their own borders. The harder and faster we strike at the Sith, the more worlds we can save from the horde."

Mon Cala had only recently thrown off the shackles of the Sith, though there wasn't much left on the world for the Bryn'adul to ravage.

"As for King Enlil's idea, I don't think we should enrage the CIS further. Declaring them a Sith state could drive a wedge into their alliance with the GA! Those two nations have a powerful alliance that might actually prove useful against the Bryn'adul some day."

 

[Darth Immortuos]

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Objective: Arrive
Location: Outside the Prison 1km away.
Enemies: Everyone NIO
Tags: Simon Meinrad Iryss Rika Hiro Icarn Amonta

It started subtly. The winds blew with increasing speed, they came in short bursts with a rhythm, like the playing of an instrument. Soft minor notes playing with the flora, then the majors shoving their way into the scene. The phenomenon forced the adjacent flora to bow to its knees. Straws of grass lay bent under its tow and trees bend in sway. A nip in the air revealed its frigid fang and from its maw the air laid itself down to the soil below. Damp droplets of dew altered on the spot as temperature dropped rapidly in a singular location.

It was as if time itself warped and came to a halt.

Plasmatic tendrils became manifest. A mixture of warm air fusing with the sudden cold. Sparking lightning to spread its wings across skies with preternatural speeds. Faster than the eye could perceive. Arcing flashes of light. Again the same rhythm persisted. Subtle then coming in force. Heavens above grew darker, troubled with what was to come next. Its moans and shouts came as thunder to echo and boom across the mountains, plains and valleys. Midst it all a scream ignited the very material world like nails on a chalk board. The sound reverberated and blasted out with oscillating screams. A disturbance not only felt in mind but also heard in the physical. The near black clouds above threw down their wrath cursing the very spot where this all originated. Lightning flashed striking the location. First it came one, then twice, thrice and intensely it came. Over and over again.

The arcs of lightning never touched the soil below, rather instead it had formed into to a dense invisible sphere. Transparent to the eye. The soil and its flora had been pushed aside. Up rooted by its sudden appearance into existence. By now a crater twas all that remained of this strange occurrence and a ragged silhouette. Birthed from depths and voids of the unknown the figure rose to a standing position.

It rose from the crater and tilted his head toward the sudden change in weather. A storm was beginning to pick up and its epicenter had already arrived in person.

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[Jaeger Harrsk]

H E L L I O N
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
KYNACHI
FOCUS | Aerarii Tithe Djorn Bline | CLOSED

Spoiler: The Story

D I A M O N D _ S N A K E
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
KYNACHI
FOCUS | Aerarii Tithe | Jaeger Harrsk | CLOSED

Rest up from their fight on Dantooine.

Now it was time to get back to work.

Ever since their fight on Dantooine the political atmosphere between systems changed drastically. He knew he couldn’t trust the likes of the Confederacy, after all they harbored the same ilk the New Imperial Order warred against. A surprise to see their involvement on Dantooine, but their actions showed the truth to the Imperials. The same applied to the Silver Jedi.

Almost at every corner they were surrounded by enemies, and even ones that didn’t engage in their war proved to be hostile such as the Eternal Empire when they attacked the Alliance at Byss. Any ally to the Sith was just another thing to desist. Djorn wouldn’t tolerate such a slight as this attack only compromised their crusade against the Sith.

All of these elements would be and must be dealt with a heavy hand.

“Should be arriving here soon,” Snake said to his colleague at his side, Hellion, as he smoked a cigar with serenity. Here standing miles away from the main battle at some abandoned mine where prisoners and slaves used to work under harsh conditions. Away from prying ears and eyes.

LOCATION: Abandoned mine, Kynachi
OBJECTIVE: Operation Condor BYOO
GODS: Jaeger Harrsk | Djorn Bline

“Was I the only one to, ah, have trouble finding the place?”

Aerarii stepped out from behind a piece of abandoned machinery and caught sight of his contacts. Despite coming close at Atrisia, Shilli and Yinchorr (twice), he’d never gotten his hand on conclusive evidence that COMPNOR had been behind the insurgencies which had plagued the Galactic Alliance during their brief Cold War with the New Imperial Order. Yet despite an absence of evidence, the involvement of these two legends was undeniable.

Cooperation between the two governments was still tense, and to some, ran counter to the spirits of both. But assessments like that belonged to fools - Tithe knew, as well did the NIO, that their ambitions were largely aligned.

His Senate close protection team was nearby ready to extract him as due diligence dictated, though he expected any threat against his life to come from persons not involved in this gathering.

The Vice Chancellor-elect, amid his official duties, had spent countless hours implementing the GA’s economic sanctions against the Eternal Empire. More recently, he’d turned his attention to more direct methods of encouraging them to abandon their war with the Alliance. While his meetings with the Eclipse Rebels had been fruitful, this was beginning to move beyond his area of expertise.

He was not too proud to call upon experts when the situation demanded it.

“Gentlemen, my neighbours to the west have proven themselves to be, err, how do I put this, problematic. Certainly, they haven’t escaped your notice?”

The galaxy had proved his beliefs once more. Sith, Jedi, it never mattered. The moment the 'mortals' broke their chains and sought their place in the galaxy, those wielding supernatural powers would bind together to protect their hegemony. Dogmas meant shit. Canons meant crap. Not when there is a threat to your dominance. All else - did not matter.

The Great Galactic Lie.

Jaeger took a drag of his cigarette to clear his thoughts as the mythical Aerarii Tithe popped up. The man had cheated death a million and one times. Harrsk reckoned shooting him at point blank range even now would just make the bureaucrat more powerful than ever before. Slippery Tithe. A short smirk dragged across his scarred face. In the grotesque, some found charisma. And his hair was so 840s.

"We heard." Jaeger said. He'd met the man on Shili personally, never had the chance to catch him on Yinchorr. Slippery, slippery. "You running errands for your chancellor or is this another one of your solo stunts?" COMPNOR had ears and eyes in a lot of places.

The jesting smirk remained.

 

[Rika Hiro]

L A D Y_S I L E N C E
N E W I M P E R I A L O R D E R
K Y N A CH I
Tags/ Simon Meinrad Icarn Amonta Iryss Djorn Bline Jaeger Harrsk

"Are you done breathing."

The HRD shot Crik a visibly annoyed look before getting off from the crate she had been sat on, minding her matters while tending to operation details on her datapad. Armed with a standard-issue blaster rifle, a breastplate for protection against blaster fire not that she needed it and her trusted needle gun sidearm. The armour was a pointless inclusion, but higher-ups deemed it wise to program HRDs to wear armour on state-sanctioned battle operations. Made them less alien and more normal in the presence of real biological operatives. They didn't sleep, they didn't need to eat; they didn't socialise unless prompted. All they could do was mimic human action to get close to a target if need be, but it was all a falsehood. HRDs or skin jobs as the other ISB and COMPNOR agents tended to call them were nothing more than easily disposable harbingers of the orders reach.


"What are we dealing with sir," Asa broke out of her visibly annoyed demeanour and reverted to the subservient nature that defined a Compnor HRD—standing to attention with her blaster rifle. Prisoners were a minor nuisance sure, armed prisoners dangerous even more so, but unidentified creatures? Even for a hrd model with evolved intelligence, she didn't know what to expect truly.​

 

[DECEASED Erskine Barran]

BLUE-HEART GALIDRAANI
BELLY OF THE BEAST

The Faceless Onansi of Thyrsus Willan Tal Berach Ulrand Anja Vertal

Though the majority of the third-wave had returned intact, more than 40% of the Blue-Hearts' surveillance drones had perished in their reconnaissance-runs, either detonated in enemy hands or destroyed by blaster fire. Despite the fact the majority of the oligarchy's mercenary-cells had caught onto this strategy, there were still numerous successful self-detonations which inflicted plenty damage on the mercenaries defending the rapidly-crumbling surface of the city. Barran's armoured perimeter was also proving effective at this point, racking up steady amounts of casualties of their own from their (by that point, almost impenetrable) debris-covered defences, further-adding to Lord Erskine's poorly-hidden smirk of absolute confidence.

This smirk was somewhat subdued during the latest of Erskine's discussions with his subordinate-officers, as his focus would be required to aid them in planning the battalion's next steps, and his subordinates did have certain propensities to annoy him with prattle or nonsense. In their night-time talks over whiskey and cigars, many of their tactical successes so far were preceded by the results of what had been debated in these often heated (though hushed) extracurricular-gatherings, and the sun lad long since set by the time the third-wave of droids had returned. This would be their fourth meeting, and on their fourth night in Kynachi's sprawling backdrop of skyscrapers, Leftenant Jorie had finally decided to make a suggestion of his own, almost muttering as he did so,'Milord, I have an idea. Though I must admit it would cost us our droid-surveillance capabilities-'

'-So ye want us ti deploy aw the Blue-Hearts' droids for intended detonation? Josie, ahm no one for interruptin', but naw.... Just send whit's left o' the third-wave, and then we'll see if their new directives work or no, aw'right?', the Lord Major commanded, interrupting only because he knew what the young Blue-Heart was trying to suggest, though Barran was still being kind enough to meet the lad's proffering half-way. The officers of Galidraan 3 had only just run out of useful surveillance-droid tactics to utilise, all but one, and everyone present to drink from their hipflasks knew it. Lord Erskine knew that Leftenant Jorie was only suggesting what none were brave enough to ask of him, so the wiry youngster would be given his chance to shine; much to the annoyance of the others, who were all up on their feet with verbal protests that were hushed down almost as soon as they flared up.
Ah like seeing someone else wind these dafties up, perhaps there's promise for you yet.

'Thank you, milord. I suggest we get it out the way tonight, I know we'll get better results if we use the mercs' limited-eyesight against them.'

Nodding curt assent, and with his trademark smirk returning soon after, the Lord Major replied,'Make it happen, an' take Shugg wae ye- don't whinge, he needs ti know whit ti tell the other operators on comms.'

I only hope this wan doesn't get himself killed like the last newbie.....

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[Enlil]

K I N G O F K E T A R I S
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
THE IMPERIAL ASSEMBLY | STRANGE TIMES

Lucien Dooku | Irveric Tavlar | Josiah Navollius | Robogeber | Ravraa Vyshraal | Boram Predor | Gam Kelgor

"Hardly surprising," he replied in earnest. "As my experience with them has grown, such behavior tracks." The King waved a hand. "My interests are impersonal; by declaring them a state aspected to the Sith, it creates a polarization. Those who seek to remain on friendly terms with us would have to in turn consider the Confederacy enemies, cease trade and non-aggression and adopt a generally hostile stance. I am not suggesting that we take direct action in the immediate, as we must stay the course, but inevitably, they will become our enemy. They have already shown themselves thus. To put it in writing damns them by the pen, rather than the sword. We need not take action. By forcing the Alliance's hand into conflict with the Confederacy, they can be made to dirty their hands on our behalf." Enlil smiled faintly. "Already, the Jedi are all too willing to consider the Vicelord their enemy. Set events in motion and watch as they unfold."

His gaze then turned to the newly christened Moff of Dubrillion. "Consider for a moment, which enemy is more prevalent in the present. The Bryn'adûl, who actively weaken the Sith Eternal, or the Confederacy, who took up arms against us in their defense? In my opinion, we ought leave them at odds and once they have significantly crippled our enemy and vastly depleted their resources, we can strike out at them and finish the work they started themselves. With the Bryn'adûl, we will always know their motive. The Sith blow like a black wind, unknowable until it is far too late. With friends like those..."

 

[Djorn Bline]

D I A M O N D _ S N A K E
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
KYNACHI
GODMODDERS | Aerarii Tithe | Jaeger Harrsk | CLOSED

The man; the myth; the legend.

Aeraii Tithe.

Snake only crossed paths with the man only after both individuals defected from the Sith Empire. Djorn held true to his Imperial ideals and values he was zealous for, and Tithe adhered to his survival instincts which led them to different paths. Now? Their paths intertwined with their ambitions aligned to desist the cloud of Darkness which reeked from the Sith.

The Vice Chancellor was greeted with banter by Jaeger, banter that would be buried to focus on their schemes and clandestine plans.

“Regardless,” Djorn followed with a calm voice, dialogue following after Jaeger, “it’s a slight that we won’t tolerate. This bold decision from the Eternal Empire targeting Byss is a means to stretch our resources. Not marginally, but that tallies up as time goes by.”

He was never in command of legions to understand logistics, but years of service as a soldier made him grasp common sense of how to conduct war efficiently. For now, the New Imperial’s focused all their efforts on the war front against the Sith. As for these other elements that sided with the Sith? Well...

“So it seems we need to do more than just economical sanctions against this Empire? After all, that’s what we’re here for, right? What do you have for us, Tithe? I know you wouldn’t come empty handed all this way out here. Our work doesn’t just happen overnight.”

Sure, him and Jaeger could organize a clandestine task force, but not before doing their research. Proxy wars didn’t just happen like that.

 

[Icarn Amonta]

" V O L T A "
Tags: Iryss | Simon Meinrad | Rika Hiro | Darth Immortuos (Soon TM?)

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"No, no, keep going. We've clearly nothing better to do," the lazy drawl was in various states of audible as Icarn spun around in a chair they'd acquisitioned. Their long limbs both scrunched and stretched out among the space they occupied, the dagger twirling around their fingers made for a dangerous spinning chair to pass by. A chuckle washed over the skinshifter as their counterpart cast an annoyed look at the other. While their armor wasn't nearly a needless inclusion in matters of protection, it did little to alter their own alien appearance, something Icarn almost took pleasure in accentuating.

"Oh, yes, what are we dealing with?" A delighted - or maybe more demented - chuckle was still prevalent as the creature's voice shifted, sounding more like Crik's and then back to their usual androgynous. "Monsters? Highehr-ups? Truly, how bad can it be?"

 

[The Executive]

CORPORATE WARFARE
TRADE FEDERATION: AvCORP™

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"Fire." Blazing yellow streaks fell onto the urban landscapes of Kynachi, detonating with indifferent malice. The holoprojection on the ceiling of The Executive's office caught every little detail of the carnage. The artificial man lounged on his back on a chaise lounge, drink hanging in his left hand. "Zoom out ten kilometers and pan left." The holoprojection began to follow his orders, scanning the battlefield in the manner he'd specified. "There," he remarked, causing the projection to stop based on eye-tracking.

"Fire." The display lit up again as explosions ripped through the steel and concrete mazes below. He sipped his drink, though it served no purpose other than the mock-sensation of flavor to his artificial physiology. "Scroll up and to the right." Another sip. The landscapes and carnage became a blur as the display rolled over the battlefield. "Stop." On a dime, all motion ceased. A group of AvCorp Death Squads were pinned inside a large shopping pavillion.

The Executive scoffed, curling his upper lip. "Cmon, do your fucking job."

 

[Boram Predor]

// Moff Predor //
// Imperial Assembly //
// Irveric Tavlar // Enlil // Josiah Navollius // Gam Kelgor //

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"We won't win allies by forcing the hands of the Galaxy, my King." The words slowly trawled out of Boram's cracked lips as he broke his silence. "Especially as it concerns a group halfway across the galaxy from us."

"I see no reason why we should be seeking to attack the Confederacy when not only do we have more pressing matters such as finishing off the Sith on our front door, the Sith that still control more territory than we do may I remind you..." The Good Moff let the words linger in the air for a moment, a reminder for members too complacent in their recent victories. "But also when we have no realistic means of defeating them at this moment."

His weathered eyes then turned to Moff Navollius, a man he didn't know personally but seemed reasonable enough. "And while I can't say I have much experience with the Jedi, they are Jedi nonetheless." Boram turned to face the Lord Imperator next. "No matter what disagreements they had, Jedi are Jedi. We can't take any severe measurements against them without risking the ire of our friends in the Galactic Alliance."

"The Bryn'adul are another matter entirely." Lips sneering as he spoke. "I believe that our best decision to move forward considering all the enemies moving towards our Empire would be to leave the Jedi and Confederacy in peace until we deal with the Sith once and for all. It is still a long road yet and we can't risk gaining two significant enemies when we haven't even won this war yet, especially considering that they still lie between us and the Bryn'adul. That is a fight I'd rather wait for."

"Of course, we should not allow this Elder Council to antagonize us freely." Gray eyes finally resting on the final vocal member of the assembly, Moff Kelgor. "For them, we should use our friends in the intelligence department to utilize the media. Surely we can weaken all of the members of the Elder Compact's influence in the galaxy if we show how they abuse an alliance that sought to fight back an apocalypse is instead actively seeking to promote Sith Supremacy."

 

[Josiah Navollius]

Objective: Squabble.
Tags: Enlil Irveric Tavlar Lucien Dooku Boram Predor Gam Kelgor

It was just as Josiah has predicted. Another topic for the warlords and moffs of the NIO to squabble and attempt to out talk each other, if only for selfish gain. A boost to their ego, Something Josiah himself has done in past meetings as well and he knew it. He was no saint here. This was the main reason Josiah opted out on such meets so frequently and focused his efforts on his own sector of Imperial space. Adumar under his jurisdiction and rule flourished. The nobles, dukes, barons and lords of the planet made excellent company and partly due to them, he had grown accustom to their way of life. Honor bound culture. Disputes were settled in physical combat. There was always a victor and there were always results.

Seen or not. They were there.

How much of that could be said for these meetings? Josiah considered what the topic of discussion was for quite sometime with a stoic gaze toward the table they all sat at. Slowly the stoic expression faded into a frown. His brow fell and upper lip curled up. His mind was set and a conclusion had been formed shortly after.

This conversation will get us no where.

And so the Moff of Adumar took action. Folding both hands together he began.

" Imperator Tavlar." He voiced the name and looked to everyone in the room in a sweeping gaze before focusing on their Imperator again. " To be frank, this topic does not leave us much room for further conversation. Much of what you started with, I see close to fact and more of a statement than anything else. I detest this constant bickering. It leads no where." Josiah lifted his chin up some and stood up, un folding his hands he placed the tip of each finger on the table and leaned forward.

" We cannot change the current state of affairs for the time being, not in any major way. And as for Moff Predors suggestion toward our own Intelligence taking action. That is something I expect to already start to occur, even as we speak. Besides the ill politics of the confederacy and jedi. There must be a different topic we can all focus on. One that we all can get results from."

 

[FN-999]

OBJECTIVE: I
POST: II
LOCATION: Kynachi urban area
EQUIPMENT: SFR-58 Rifle (1363/1400 shots, 350 x 4) | rest in signature
UNIT: The 19th (146/150)
TAGS: Onansi of Thyrsus (in proximity)

"Understood, we'll be-" replied FN-999, only to cut himself off midway through his sentence.
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The battle intuition he had developed over many years of warfare gave him half a second before the next wave of hostiles approached. Half a second was not enough time for him to warn his company or the friendly special forces about the incoming force. If a sniper had fired at him then, FN-999 would not have been able to dodge their bullet. However, the sudden cutoff gave a private of the 19th just enough of a pause to avoid walking into the lethal range of an explosion caused by an anti-tank rocket, instead merely knocking him unconscious.

Immediately, the 19th's vanguard took heavy fire. Four of the twenty troopers fell in seconds, the rest fleeing behind wreckage or outside of the main road, where cover was greater. Finding a secure spot behind a pile of burnt vehicles three meters high, FN-999 opened his comms array and addressed his company.

[Requesting backup from the central column, enemy reinforcements are pinning down our vanguard! Quantity unknown, likely under fifty, several speeders. More EWs and Harbringers would be appreciated.]

[Captain, this is Lieutenant ST-1291. Sixty troopers from the central column are on their way.]

In the meantime, the vanguard regained their bearings. They had taken four casualties after being struck by surprise, but the remaining sixteen troopers had all found cover, which absorbed most of the attacks coming their way. The hostiles above were mounted on lightly armored speeder bikes, most of which seemed to lack built-in cannons. A skilled marksman could pick off the riders one by one before they returned fire with their handheld blasters, easily eliminating their meager airpower. Even if some of them were fast enough to avoid small-arms fire, a sing;e Harbringer rocket would be enough to bring them down. On the ground, the mercenaries were more numerous but just as predictable, and sustained machine gun fire would wipe out most angles of escape and counterattack.

The vanguard fell back to the position of the allied Sun Guard troops, leaving their heavier equipment behind and dismounting several riders. A brash mercanary rushed forwards and attempted to turn around one of the EW-ALE emplacements, only to find two bolts courtesy of FN-999 through his head. For the next minute, the emplacement was used as a trap, with any mercanary who attempted to covet its impressive firepower for themselves being torn apart by the well-concealed vanguard.

Finally, the central column arrived.

Distracted by the smaller force in front of them, the hostile units failed to realize that ten EW-ALE emplacements were being placed on their right flank before they all consecutively opened fire. The resulting casualties were immense. Against a large portion of a veteran Imperial assault company, the irregular mercenary forces broke under the sheer volume of incoming reciprocating fire. Their morale shattered by fear, the remaining hostiles attempted to retreat, only to die even faster than their comrades without the remnants of tactical cover they had possessed. Dozens of troopers bearing the distinctive "9" of the 19th Assault Company on their shoulder plates rushed in, taking advantage of the brief reprieve to regroup, move their EW-ALEs, and tend to their wounded.

"You know the drill, now that the road is clear, let's blast a hole in their perimeter."

Several troopers kneeled down in a straight line and aimed their Harbringer rocket launchers at the facility housing some of the region's corporate oligarchs. Several thumps rang out, followed by the blasts of explosions as the impact of the rockets shattered the aging barricades into pieces. As eager troopers began to rush methodically forwards, FN-999 turned back to the allied Sun Guard units and concluded the reply he had paused minutes earlier.

"Understood, we'll get that done. Let us know when you finish your task, and then we'll burn this hive of greed to the ground."

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

LOCATION: Abandoned mine, Kynachi
OBJECTIVE: Operation Condor BYOO
GODS: Jaeger Harrsk | Djorn Bline

“This is more of a, ah, pet project,” Tithe explained to the enigmatic Harrsk. By SIA reckoning, the COMPNOR Improvements Commissioner was personally responsible for more government downfalls throughout the northern Outer Rim than any individual throughout the galaxy’s history.

“The work you do is sacred,” he said in agreement with Bline. Like Tithe, the Commissioner for Progress had toiled under the Sith and similarly had cast off their yoke which had served only to temper his potential. “My experience with, how do I put this - regime change - is limited.” As a Sith-Imperial Moff he had simply orbitally bombarded or bankrupted any planet which had dared defy him. Alas, his new station within the Galactic Alliance came with certain expectations against the conduct of war crimes.

“While I imagine the coffers of COMPNOR are vast, the GA is willing to bankroll operations directly targeting the Eternal Empire. I can also offer immunity in the event that your methods prove unpalatable to the general populace.”

The economic sanctions against the Eternal Empire were costly in terms of patrols and pickets along hyperlanes to intercept illicit transports. But the fees to maintaining such a blockade would pale by comparison to the secret war he was planning against the loyalists to the Empresses’ throne. Untraceable weaponry and equipment would need to be purchased, slicers would need to be hired to create new identified, and officials would need to be paid off so operatives could be smuggled in. All in all, a highly costly undertaken, but one that was necessary to undermine the Eternal Empire.

“But most importantly,” Tithe added. “I’ll owe you both personally. And gentlemen, that is not an offer I make lightly.”

 

[Iryss]

I N S I D I O U S
P A S T​

Objective II: Forgotten Subjects
COMPNOR Forward Command at KynachTech Factory
Alias: Frost​

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Hearing that Storm Commando drawl sting through her ears, she rolled her eyes and turned around to see Crik Harend in the flesh.

“Hardy, har har. If only I could say the same.“

But she had to give the man credit, he was a reliable team member and she was glad to see that COMPNOR had gathered actual talent.

Looking over at the woman who just stood up, she glanced with mild interest. A HRD used to be a rare sight but she was seeing more and more of them, especially with their growing adoption in COMPNOR. Her distinct lack of presence in the Force was instantly noticeable but Iryss immediately muted any cues to indicate any awareness.

And another agent came into her field of view, an agent. A shapeshifter? Or something along those lines. Not entirely sure. But COMPNOR was the land of the unfamiliar and the unnatural, where only talent and skill really mattered. The semantics of who and what were long lost and replaced with metrics of efficiency and success.

But Iryss was happy to see something more exciting than some pencil pushers. The two new faces seemed to be an interesting addition to their task force and perhaps would spark some excitement into this blown-out spectacle of exploring KynachTech Factory's prison.

As they all entered her awareness, another presence swiftly gathered into a single foci of chaotic energy. She would not be able to discern where exactly the entity was, but it was certainly not on the roster of friendlies and its power far outweighed what she expected from this mission.

An interesting twist, perhaps this mission was going to actually be intriguing.

Turning to the newly formed group, she introduced herself.

“You can call me Frost or Ice Queen like one buster. I am an ISB Agent by trade.“

Flashing a facetiously fake smile at Crik, she walked up to join the group.

Joint Imperial Task Force
ISB Field Agent Frost ( Iryss )
HRD ( Rika Hiro )
Lazy Boy ( Icarn Amonta )
Storm Commando ( Simon Meinrad )

Unknown Dangers
Dark and Stormy ( Darth Immortuos )​

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[Irveric Tavlar]

I M P E R A T O R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
THE IMPERIAL ASSEMBLY | STRANGE TIMES
Lucien Dooku | Enlil | Josiah Navollius | Robogeber | Ravraa Vyshraal | Boram Predor

CRACKING AT THE SEAMS​

Ever the perilous Galaxy and it seeped into this very hall. The King Enlil was vehement in his opposition to the Confederacy. Not that it was a truly radical stance. The Comfederacy were in a sense, just as bad as the Sith Empire. While their list of atrocities does not run nearly as long as the Sith Empire’s, they were an irrational actor, a lying state.

They railed against Imperialism, yet clamored to dominate vast swathes of the Galaxy under a hybrid rule of Sith and aristocrats. Disgusting. At least...so Tavlar thought. They were avowed Force iconoclasts, just as the New Order was but still all but followed the Sith Code.

"While I will not shy from striking our enemies of which, the Silver Jedi and Confederacy had made clear how easy it is to sway them against us by the bidding of the Sith, it could as very well be the makings of Sith manipulation. Regardless, neither will dare fetter our war. So long as the Sith Empire exists, our own sovereignty is at stake and if they prop up that state, however." He says, pausing himself for a moment of overt contemplation.

"Do we dare attempt diplomacy with either of these states? Or do we merely...continue our crusade, whether they appear to oppose or not." Irveric proposes.

 

[Detritus Ren]

Location: Bastion, the gardens
BYOO
Hans Rennagen Rurik Fel

The time following Dantooine had been tiresome. Jin had been actively removed from combat, even with recent campaigns that took more territory in the name of the Iron Sun. Yet Jin was placed in a bacta tank for weeks. Even went through an even bigger ordeal purging the plague from his system. He was kept under watch by other Knights due to his dark legacy in the Force. Darkness was slowly appearing ever more apparent as the war dragged on. Now some had whispered behind his back of his loyalty to the New Order. Some even doubtful of his ability to supplant the sins of his father.


Now the moment had arrived. Master Fel had summoned both Hans and Jin to Bastion. What was expected was for the service and heroics throughout the Civil War against the Sith. They had seen and been through too much to be mere apprentices of the Imperial Knights. Now they had finally reached this moment. It was a moment that brought elation, excitement and all the more nervousness to the young man’s mind.

Entering into the palace. The palace that in its time was the home of the Fel Dynasty. Now it once more been brought back from the hands of darkness and into the prosperity of the Iron Sun. Walking through to the tranquil gardens. The man wore his white armor with the distinguishing feature of a skeletal right leg. Made out of metal. It still felt stiff. Not like a natural leg with the mechanics it felt that every time he was moving. He was dragging the foot around. Before them was the Iron Knight himself. Master Fel his face hidden behind the mask. Some rumored that his face was deformed in battle, others speculated that it was a sign of his devotion to the Iron Sun.

Watching Hans step forward and kneel brought about a great sense of Joy. Watching as his brother knelt in front of him. In moments he was declared a Knight. While he still had doubts. Jin carried unwavering conviction on where his loyalties lied. Stepping forth as Rurik commanded. He awkwardly knelt down his head kept down as he did so.

 

[DECEASED Erskine Barran]

BLUE-HEART GALIDRAANI
BELLY OF THE BEAST

The Faceless Onansi of Thyrsus Willan Tal Berach Ulrand Anja Vertal

Using the confusion inflicted by their allies on the corporate defences, the screen provided by the other NIO-affiliated contingents' midnight-raids was all the Blue-Hearts needed to sneak their little detonator-droids past enemy lines, and the successes of the third-wave's remnants lit up the skyrise landscape in a horrifying cacophony of explosive echoes around them. Of the ninety-eight surveillance droids that were sent out to self-destruct in the mercenaries' faces, only twenty remained online by the time the Lord-Major stepped out to see for himself. Lighting up his cigar, Erskine was reaching into his trouser-pocket for his hipflask when the battalion's quartermaster suddenly appeared in the distance, rounding the corner to oversee the resupplying efforts of his non-commissioned underlings. CSM Heggy was one of the best shots in Barran's mercenary company, and was little more than an adolescent when he left Galidraan 3 with the others, earning the Captain's respect many decades before he became Lord-Major with the NIO.

'You awright, milord?'

Chuckling off the worries of the brigade's youngest Sergeant-Major, Barran drank a gulping swig of whiskey from his little steel flask before nodding his silent greetings to Heggy, of which were reciprocated with a nod of his own. Offering the young non-com a drink, the Lord-Major then drank another heavy swig when he saw the young CSM bringing out a hipflask of his own, chuckling again before replying,'From the sounds of it, Ah'd say so... Ah'm just giein' mah retinas a break fae they holographic lightshow blips in the briefing-room, you seen it ootside aye?'

'Oh aye, milord! But get this, Shugg's told me there's twenty droids still in play oot there. Estimates o' corporate casualties should roll through after they detonate-'

Before Heggy could finish uttering his response, seven explosive flashes of light lit up the night sky around them; followed by seven corresponding booms echoing in every corner of their district, with some of them heard rumbling from almost five miles away. With good bearings for the area's layout from the holographic map-projection, Erskine couldn't help but note that one or two corporate positions had been struck for a second time, and knew that some of those flashing,"Contested", blips would be gone when he went back to the briefing-room. Taking the ideal opportunity to pocket their whiskeys, the Lord Major and the CSM began to run towards the stairwell to the roof of the officer's building, anticipating further droid detonations in the following moments. Yet their anticipation did little to prepare the Blue-Hearts for the three explosions that followed right after, as the flashes would appear less than three-hundred metres away, releasing shockwaves that lashed at the rubble-and-sandbag fortifications of Barran's southeastern defensive-perimeter.
Gawn a bit ham wi they explosives, are ye no? Ah honestly don't wanty know what they're usin' for that, don't want the self-induced aneurism!

Once Lord Erskine had eventually been pulled to his feet, the tinnitus had died off enough to hear the sounds of tank and rocket salvos shredding up the impact-zone's general cratered-vicinity, inducing a smug (though sincere) look of approval as the battalion's quartermaster slapped gravel off the leg of his own trousers. As soon as all the racket dissipated, the smoky mist quickly disappeared soon after, revealing Shugg running towards them, hollering,'MILORD, WE HAVE TEN DROIDS LEFT IN PLAY!', as the Sergeant-Major snorted a derision that Lord Erskine wholeheartedly understood. Looking to the southeastern positions, and seeing them fully manned, Major Barran started pacing angrily in the direction of his adjutant, but stopped in his tracks.

'Once we're done here, Ah'm putting you on a fast-track to a battlefield-commission. And if you're thinking of asking why, Heggy; mah commissioned subordinates are aw a bunch o' yokels, and they're aw just two derelictions away from being shot for their incompetence! With one exception..... Just - one! Until next time, Sergeant-Major!'

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[Rurik Fel]

M A N _ O F _ I R O N
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
LORD EXECUTOR
BYOO | KNIGHTS OF THE EMPIRE
Iron Skin | Lightsaber
Hans Rennagen | Detritus Ren | Okkeus Dainlei

OPEN THE DOOR
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That saber idly hovered above Kyrel's left and then his right shoulder and thus, he was to be knighted all the same.

"Jin Kyrel, you have tread a path unlike any other in our Order. You inherited a legacy shrouded in darkness. I knew your father, the Master of Ren. I knew him only in his last moments, he was at the brink of redemption and saw himself made martyr in his battle with the Devil, Kascalion Giedfield . You will see his redemption through to the end. That vitriol and tenacity of which you harness must be tamed, molded and tempered into resolve, discipline. If you can learn to control it all, you will be made invincible, Kyrel. Your potential is unlike any other...and for that and all the strife that you have conquered to be before me and your brothers, alive, with this, you rise, Knight of the Empire. Stand proud, Jin Kyrel." He all but commands, nodding once to the boy before he looks the way of Okkeus Dainlei .

"Approach, Jedi." Rurik offers.

"Kneel." He commanded.

"You might not have been one of us...but let it be known, merit does not go unseen in the eyes of the Empire, the True Empire." The Lord Executor explains.

 

[Simon Meinrad]

H U N T E R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
KYNACHI
Iryss | Rika Hiro | Icarn Amonta | Darth Immortuos

Oh, he was getting attitude from these freaks. Freaks from the unknown of COMPNOR. He shouldn’t be judging as he was not exactly normal, but he knew he didn’t come from a science project.

“Wanna keep up with that fucking attitude? I got your numbers down, don’t try to screw around with me,” he said aggressively towards his fellow operatives. They just met and they want to play around? They can screw off for that. He typically enjoyed banter with soldier, but only to ones he was familiar with. Mostly with those in Task Force Dark Rider which comprised of just Storm Commandos. Especially Berik. He was solid.

Back to their job.

Which was about to be more interesting than expected when a wild storm appeared and then went away just as it appeared. Weird. Maybe it was just the normal weather. It wasn’t too close for them to investigate. They had their orders.

“Probably normal for the locals. Whatever. Let’s get this going,” catching Iryss’ fake smile at a glance. Nice.

Crik took point and aimed towards what appeared to be the main entrance of this prison complex. Nothing yet, all was smooth and peaceful for this abandoned place. All they had to lookout for was things out of place. First thing out place? No power to what was beyond the entryway of the prison.

“Remember, we just need intel. Once we get it, we get the hell outta here so we can BDZ this place...if we get clearance.”