Betrayal On Seltos {CIS Dominion of Seltos} S-41

[Adron Malvern]

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Seltos is a logging world thick with natural resources that have provided a large part of the galaxy with raw materials for years. The Confederacy of Independent systems has sought to bring this world into their fold as one of their protected worlds. While many of the natives of Seltos are pro-CIS there is one faction that has yet to warm to the thought of Confederate occupation or even simple cooperation. The Logging Guilds of Seltos have ruled the planet unopposed for as long as anyone can remember and are reluctant to give up their power.

Of course even the Guilds can be persuaded with credits. The Galactic Alien Preservation society has agreed to aid the CIS occupation in return for aid in relocating the native Tarro. While they are not excited for it they realize the CIS will bring them a whole slew of contracts and businesses that will be able to take their planet to the next level. Most of the leading Guild members have agreed in this change except for one, Ru Baruba. His discontent aside The Confederacy will be taking Seltos into their fold. A Confederate strike force has been dispatched due to threats on CIS personnel on Seltos. Any who present themselves as enemies shall be destroyed, but be wary, not all is as it seems on this world.

Merchant Oligarch and Dictator-in-training, Ru Baruba, is a Duros who has made a name for himself by taking over and expanding the Seltos logging industry. However, he’s grown increasingly belligerent over the Confederacy’s reach in the Southern Systems and most recently halted trade with any of the CIS’s planets. Furthermore, he’s recently been on the HoloNews threatening further action if the CIS do not stand down on trying to incorporate the government of Seltos, even going so far to promise eradication of the near-extinct population of Tarro.

As part of the CIS your job is to land on the planet, survey Ru Baruba’s expansive company headquarters so that the right amount of troops and munitions can be brought in. Or subsequently meet up with the Galactic Alien Preservation Society (GAPS) to begin evacuating the Tarro to shelters across the planet.

Objectives:

• Gain space superiority and institute planetary blockade.
• Establish a CIS presence on Seltos. Begin reconnaissance on Oligarch Ru Baruba's headquarters.
• Begin evacuating Tarro refugees and coordinate with GAPS representatives to ensure a smooth transition.

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[Adron Malvern]

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"Deployment in 3...2...1...Deploying now." A deep, methodical, metallic voice would echo out to the Confederate armada. In the next moment the massive forces of The Confederacy would descend upon the planet Seltos. With The Veil leading the armada it was a staggering sight, the hundreds of starships descending around the planet in one fell swoop. Onboard the deck of The Veil Adron Malvern allowed a rather amused smile to come over his face. Drawing his lips into a tight grin he stood from his command throne as his eyes fell over the orb floating stoically before him. He shut his eyes as a momentary feeling of agitation came over him. The occupation of Seltos was meant to be a peaceful movement, allowing The Confederacy to quickly militarize the world all while bringing the agreed upon resources to bolster it's economy. Yet the fool Ru Baruba had made terrorist threats against the occupation and that was something the Exarch would not ignore. Now the Phrik fist of The Confederacy must be shown, if not simply to prove a point.

Do not threaten us.

"Exarch." The same metallic voice called out to Adron, causing his eyes to open and a silent gaze to fall on the droid in acknowledgement. With the silent consent to continue the tactical droid who served as Adron's aide spoke up while raising a hand towards the communications terminal. "Sir, we are being hailed by the planetary government. They are prepared to cooperate with the occupation."

"They're cooperation was never in question." Adron muttered before waiving a hand at the droid in a command to allow the communications to go through. the Exarch took a step forward as the holoprojector erected three glimmering white shadows before the man. Adron looked over the three men, two of them being young humans and a third being a Duros who seemed aged for his species. "Exarch Malvern," The Duros began, bowing his head respectfully. "The planetary governors and the lodging guilds are prepared to receive Confederate patronage.....however."

"However, Ru Baruba has refused to disarm his forces and has turned his headquarters into a fortress!" One of the humans blurted out, his words flooding over the older Duros'. Crossing his arms over his chest, it was not as if Adron was surprised to hear the news. Ru had been given a cease and desist order over a week ago, which had received as much attention as the rest of The Confederate warnings.

Adron held a hand up to silence the delegates. "The Confederacy will now be taking all peacekeeping matters into our hands. Our forces will begin planetary landing momentarily and Ru Baruba's actions will be brought to a halt." He promised. Each of the delegates bowed once again before the connection was cut.

When the Tactical droid returned to Adron's side he was met with that same piercing gaze. "Begin landing. I want the Tarro refugees evacuated before any fighting begins. See to it that proper shuttles are dispatched.....and get teams to recon that idiot Duros' stronghold."

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[Lirka Ka]

Lirka paced, like some vicious predator waiting on a leash. She was barely contained right now, what laid behind her was rows of HAG artillery tanks that had been gifted to her forces, but more than that there was ranks of GAT squadrons, speeder equipped droids, STAPs ready to hunt the skies: fast, vicious, a ruthless engine that would crush this pitiful little robber-baron till there was not but rubble and the fine paste of his body.

Her Klaive rested above the ground, clutched in her hand: the massive weapon seemed weightless to the heavily armored Sephi.

A snarl pierced her lips, and it quickly turned into a far less bestial sneer.

"Why do we wait!? Let's crush this little rat into nothingness already!"

Ka had began to become an increasingly more...violent commander...the fury of battle had become almost addicting. And she showed it with her raw display, clutching her sword ever tighter. She shouted to no one in particular, not quite expecting a response either.

She just wanted to start fighting.

 

[Jorco Czeku]

With such a sensitive mission Jorco felt like he needed to be a part of it himself by personally overseeing the contract. POM Security was helping dealing with the Tarro refugees in this whole debacle. The Rodian had already made landfall on the planet under the impression of a neutral third party much like the GAPS. Since this was more of a secret that he was supposed to be here, him and his company had set up field operations in Sommin City, the capital of the planet.

They were held up in a collection of rented out in conspicuous commercial buildings. This was to be their base of operations of a sorts. At the moment Jorco was talking over the holocoms with one of his officers. "Our security forces currently underway with the GAPS to start relocating the Tarro refugees. With our help they should be out of harms way."

"Good work officer, I'll be looking forwards to hearing your progress report as soon as possible." Jorco replied.

"Certainly Mr. Czeku." After that the holocoms were shut off and Jorco got back to the mounds of paper work still to do.

However...

After the holocom came offline the officer turned to his subordinates. "Alright, remember Leega's paying extra and will make sure we're well off if he go with his plans." It seems that alternate motives have been made.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Objective: Establish a CIS presence on Seltos. Begin reconnaissance on Oligarch Ru Baruba's headquarters.
Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis, All armor/gear hidden under a simple black robe
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives, Fire and Smoke (lightsabers), 4 Glitter Bullets
Tags: n/a
Post: 1

Madalena loathed missions that required patience with a deep and infuriating passion. Being quiet, staying under the radar, keeping her knives to herself. It was boring. What she wanted to do most of all was find this oligarch's face and put a bullet between his eyes. But she wasn't allowed to. So she didn't. Not right now, anyway.

Sighing, she took another turn into a lager street, emerald green eyes noting the numbers of guards and armed forces that were talking around. It'd be a few moments before she found quiet enough of a place from which she could report her findings. Her boring findings.

[SIZE=11pt]Really, her own answer to the situation would've been to come in bombs bombing and knives dancing. But this wasn't her grand mission to execute. She was here to just follow orders, for now.[/SIZE]

 

[Jomasom Leuf]

Objective: Evacuate the Tarro
Post: 1

While Joma’s attempt at courting the First Order space lanes did not go as planned, he did make inroads into Atrisian space. And of course, the Sextuna Mining Corporation still had a huge hold in wild space to the far east. If he could not court the Imperials, he set his sights on something closer to home. The Confederacy, which frankly, was right at his lucrative doorstep.

Seltos was in turmoil, and the Captain knew he could lend a hand, at least in terms of keeping the peace in the name of trade. He’d nationalized Sextuna, and the merchant was sure he could do the same for the Seltos Logging Industry.

Yet Ru Baruba’s ambitions stood in the way.

So here I am meeting with the Galactic Alien Preservation Society to rehousing the Tarro. They were an endangered species according to the Seltos records and well, this emphasized Joma’s belief that he’d made the right decision to align himself with the Confederacy. The Imperials would have wiped out this fragile race by now. And that was categorically barbaric and wrong.

Trade was egalitarian. Credits for everyone.

Even the Tarro.

“How can I be of help?” he asked the minister of GAPS.

 

[Formorta]

Objective: Recon Oligarch with some women who is not [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Equipment: OL-2 APARMk1 Armor
Post: 1

When planning some sort of invasion, occupation or general take of over of a planet one thing was vital, detail. Details on the environment, enemy troop movement, points of insertion and much much more to make things as smoothly as possible.

It was a task that required time, patience and know how to get done, but most of all was not a one person operation. It seemed that a certain women was also assigned to this mission, one that had quite the peculiar look about themselves. Though Formorta did not really know Scherezad she was very good at remembering faces, and this Madaline was differently the same person.

As of now the woman was making her way down one of the many streets, the masked sniper cloaked in a vantage point over looking her position. "You all clear for next 100 meters tovarishch".

 

[Arlen Rossi]

Objective: Recon, Sabotaging enemy C2 Networks
Equipment: Some Sith and secret agent stuff.

In her first outing with the Confederacy and the Obsidian Knights, Arlen found herself in a very familiar position. Occupying a new world, axing local oligarchs that opposed the new order of things.

It was almost as if she hadn't left the First Order.

Under a light disguise with her partner posing as a local, Arlen slowly worked her way closer to Baruba's compound. Most paid her little mind, but when someone focused a little too hard they felt a sudden wave of nausea, or a need to fulfill some random errand. Along the way, she took stock of all signs of opposition. What she had seen so far hadn't impressed, glorified thugs on a backwater planet. It would be an easy thing to crush them all, but the trick was to do it with minimal casualties or the whole operation would backfire.

"Coffee time, I think," she said to her partner as they came near a quaint little cafe called No Doze. "Coffee time for me, anyway."

A small jab at the cyborg, more metal than flesh. Arlen doubted she could even taste the stuff. What a sad existence if that was truly the case.

[member="Formorta"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Maria Bentley]

Objective: Relentlessly stalk Arlen and annoy her beyond belief
Equipment: Nothing beyond the norm

The Android has kept her distance from her oneshot partner, despite having the stealth skills of any of the usual Sith Knights, she made a surefire effort to ensure that each and every step she took was followed my a resounding clank! Her metallic frame was heavy, astounding nearby civilians. How on earth did the woman pack so much weight.

Maria noticed they they had dipped into the Coffee shop, so she followed suit, knowing full well that she could also not enjoy any single drink that was in there. She strutted up to the counter with a sway, each step flaunting her assets to the various people inside. Maris stuck out like a sore thumb. She slapped her hand down on the counter and spoke clearly. “Double Expresso Latte, name is NotASith. Thanks, add a shot of caramel and don’t bother making it hot. Can’t tell the difference.”

Perfect stealth.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

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Mishel knew two things water on the Princess Leia only went so far, and that between her sister [member="Alessandra Creed"] and her part-time master / part-time babysitter [member="Marakai Al'Orren"] water was even more scarce than usual. Recyclers could only keep up so much and Mishel had long since given up on getting an actual hot shower these days. At the very least she knew that when she returned to whatever rock or boat [member="Shia Kryze"] was under there would be more than just a hot shower waiting for her.

Lav looked over his shoulder from the cockpit. The Selonian casually mentioned that they were reaching their destination, Mishel sighed - nodded and rose from the navigator's seat. Over the past few weeks, months even she's been learning that much mostly to help drop off [member="Coren Starchaser"] and [member="Romi Jade"] off across the galaxy. And, maybe to keep up with her mom [member="Hazel Zanteres"] well, one of her mothers, the recently revelation that her birth mother was a disgraced foreign minister slash dark sider of dark siders was a little bit much. Even better? She had siblings, and - yeah, the aforementioned Alessandra Creed being one of them, as stated.

The Tygaran crossed the ship and made a quick rap of her knuckles against the small bathroom door. "Hey Princess Snores-A-Lot, ready up, we're close to Seltos."

 

[Ria Misrani]

"Are you bored of your lover now, dear sister?"

Nysana teased [member="Srina Talon"] as she paced whatever boat she was dragged on this time. This being after the so-called rescue from Monastery, where when Srina and the Confederacy found her she and [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Nora Lithos"] founded a temple. Still, it was not pretty to come back to a good portion of the darksiders who had come to her aid reeling from the nexus's effects. Nysana looked over at her halberd and then at her sister. "Also, what did you do to this?" Srina had taken her halberd and well when it was returned then it was just weird. At least the energy radiating from it was a little weird. "And where o art thou is our brother?" She knew that [member="var"] Talon was aboard the boat, but where? Well, that remained to be seen.

What Nysana knew was that they were on approach to Seltos, no doubt to expand the influence of the Confederacy.

 

[Damon Riggs]

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Seltos​

Planet Surface​

With: [member="Teyla Ee'everwest"]​

Post: One​

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"No Rafiki, you make sure we have as much room as possible, and no killing unless I say so," Riggs said as Teyla was completing the post flight on Inquisitor's Revenge. It didn't really matter because they were going to be loading as many of the Tarro as they could in an effort to help the Confederacy gain the trust of this GAPS, or whatever it was. Riggs didn't know and he really didn't care. They were getting paid to do a job, and despite the physical credits he ran off with after the last job, he was not going to turn down work. Not while he and Teyla were saving for the baby.

Rafiki retorted back and Riggs just shrugged.

"Teyla could you please explain to the walking carpet why we are not killing anyone this time..."

Shaking his head, Riggs loaded himself down with his twin blasters on the shoulder holsters he wore. The Wookiee gave him a look and Riggs just chuckled as Rafiki slung his deecee over his shoulder. They may not be killing, but Riggs was not going in unprepared. This was supposed to be easy, all they had to do was load as many Tarro as they could fit, relocate them, and come back for more, until it was all over.

How hard was this really going to be? Right, this was the Confederacy. Nothing ever went that easy.

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[Malok]

S T A G E​

O N E​

[member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Adron Malvern"]​

If prying eyes so chose, they would bear witness to a deception.

Nestled, quietly, within the bustling metropolis named Golbah City would be the “Vicelord.” Officially, he stood within his office, attending to matters of state per the usual. A desk hewn of resinwood was burdened with a slew of paperwork and datapads. Before him, a trio of politicians stood, bearing their hearts and souls for a cause that needed his attention. By all accounts, this was a completely normal scene; and had been one meticulously manufactured by the Sith Lord. From the security to the scheduling, every minute detail had been put into place so that it would appear that Darth Metus was located on Geonosis. However, this could not be further from the truth.

Officially, the Sith had left the latest acquisition in the hands of his Exarch. Unofficially? He had taken the opportunity to observe the former Imperial in action. As the Veil thundered forth from the depths of hyperspace, quickly establishing dominion over the localized theatre, the Sith watched from behind an Obsidian mask. His place was not beside [member="Adron Malvern"] upon the gilded bridge of his prized Destroyer, but rather seated upon one of the many vessels which surged forth from the belly of the beast. It was no secret that the Confederacy would exercise their dominance over the dissident this day - as any who dared threaten their assets or people were met with a swift end.

And therefore, the Vicelord was not concerned with whether or not the Exarch completed the mission successfully. No. He wanted to see how the former Imperial would go about this operation. He wanted to see, firsthand, what the mind of the Malvern house was capable of concocting.

There was only one soul who would know the nature of his presence above Seltos this day, and she stood by his side per the usual. The alabaster [member="Srina Talon"] was strapped in seated across from her mentor as the vessel shuddered upon re-entry. As the heat of exceptional friction burned against the shields, the Sith levied his sulfuric gaze upon her. When last they stood together, it had been against a bonafide invasionary force: Imperial sympathizers who were determined to quell the expansion of the nation. This time, they faced a despot and would do so together. It had become the running theory of the Sith that, when he and his Apprentice stood together, there was next to nothing that could stop them.

And, when they were apart, harm always seemed to befall his precious Srina. That was a reality he would not stand for - not today, and never again.

”Our...orders...are to investigate the fortifications of our dear despot.” he began, chewing over the second word as if it were a rancid vegetable. ”But...I have a better idea. Let’s have Adron think on his feet, hmm?”

A wicked smile formed from underneath the Obsidian mask as his hand fell to his waist. There, a device waited - a basic comms jammer that had been confiscated during a slaver raid months prior. It wasn’t anything remotely fancy, but it would serve the purpose of breaking down the lines of contact between their ship alone and the Veil. What would the Exarch do when one of his squads was unable to hear his commands? How would he proceed once the bolts began to sing through the air? Would he prove himself worthy of the Sith’s confidence?

Only the next few moments would tell.

[member="Lirka Ka"] | [member="Jorco Czeku"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Jomasom Leuf"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="Arlen Rossi"] | [member="Nysana Talon"] | [member="Mishel Noren"] | [member="Maria Bentley"]​

 

[Alessandra Creed]

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Location: The Princess Leia [In Orbit of Seltos]
In the Company Of: [member="Mishel Noren"] | [member="Marakai Al'Orren"]

The Minister of Commerce hated traveling on these small ships with incredibly low armaments and minimal wait staff. Who would steam her dresses to make sure that they were skin tight and wrinkle-free? Who would serve her the exact breakfast she ordered? What blissfully silent and state-of-the-art droid would bring her steaming hot caf first thing in the morning? This starship, the Princess Leia, though glimmering and iridescent was most definitely a form of abuse.

There must have been some sort of hotline she could call to report it.

Alessandra sighed huffily as she finished applying her mascara with almost surgical precision. She already had the full, dark eye-lashes that belonged to [member="Valessia Brentioch"], but the rather indulgent woman always wanted more. The typical crimson lipstick that she frequented had already been applied and her pitch black hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail. In the light of day it would show a reddish hue but in the unflattering fluorescents of the Leia? Black. Matte, boring, black.

Ugh.

A knock sounded on the door and she shot her sister an exasperated expression look at the half-hearted barb. Really? Princess Snores-A-Lot? Seriously? “I’ll be ready when I’m ready sister-mine. Perhaps you should consider some renovations. The lighting is poor and perfection cannot be rushed.”

It didn’t matter that they would soon be docking in potentially hostile territory. Alessandra had the common sense to wear something other than dizzying high heels and a cocktail dress, but, that didn’t mean she left any room for having a half-done face. That was for peasants. Alessandra was a Creed. The difference was clear.

Eventually, she made an appearance and glanced down at her comm. She’d been waiting for the word to begin some sort of negotiation or diplomacy on the ground but it had yet to arrive. Word had it that the planetary governors and the lodging guilds were all on board. All but one, annoying, unworthy upstart. Ru Baruba was a thorn in all of their sides. Perhaps, Alessandra could make him less so.

She sent another missive through to staff that had taken up temporary stations on nearby CIS starships and requested yet another meeting with the merchant that was giving them grief. Word had it that he was pulling all of his resources inward, making open threats, and taking hostile action. She had seen some of the holovids. None of it was promising.

“Take us down with the rest of the fleets Mishel. Hopefully, we’ll have our mission soon. Yes. You’ll be paid.”, Alessandra paused, briefly, before turning to look her sister up and down. “—And no. You cannot skip dinner next week.”

 

[Srina Talon]

Located: CIS Ship - Headed to Seltros​

Tags: [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Nysana Talon"] | ​

She did not like this exercise. She did not like it one bit.

Ivory hair was hidden within the depths of the Obsidian Strike armor that Srina had become fond of for planned missions. She kept her presence in the Force low, at the silent request of her Master, and had rather painfully avoided informing [member="Adron Malvern"] of their subterfuge. She did not like omission. It was a lie by rights—just with more letters to the word. “So we will make things difficult for him? For the measurement of his skills?”

It was a plain observation that held none of her personal feelings on the matter. She could not see the smile of [member="Darth Metus"] but she could feel it. The response caused her to shake her head as a slow, wry smile touched her features, but, she made no objection. Srina understood the value of knowing what a subordinate was truly capable of when everything seemed to be working against them. A live testing always yielded the most honest of results but there was a possibility that the mission progress could suffer from their intervention.

The voice of her beloved sister, beautiful as the dawn, [member="Nysana Talon"] echoed in her ears. Silver eyes turned to focus on the Echani beside her. The young woman had been spending much of her efforts on Monastery as of late but a little time fighting together was good for the soul. Though it had not been openly stated thus far she ached for a little bloodshed. She’d spent too much behind a desk as of late. Doing paperwork. Signing documents.

It was pitiless and dull. Being an Exarch was the very same thing she had done for months—but now? She had to fill out dossiers of her exploits. She needed to fight, to do battle, or she might lose her mind.

“I have no idea what you speak of.”, she returned to Nysana blankly, with her typical level of apathy, and disinterest. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know what her sister was referring to. It was simply worded incorrectly. Her sibling asked what she had done to her weapon and Srina tilted her head, curious, at the abstract nature of the question. “I killed with it.”

“Multiple times.”

If Srina closed her eyes she could feel [member="var"] Talon. Just as she could feel Nysana, or even, Darth Metus across from them. When she looked back at her sister next she could only nod toward the northern half of the ship. “He is readying himself for the mission. Speaking with his men. Have patience, ĕrĕmelda*.” [*dearest of all]

Her focus switched back to Darth Metus. She had been thinking of his words all this time, all his actions, and could only come to one logical conclusion. Her sister may not have realized that the Vicelord was whom she was speaking to. The mask of the Obsidian hid his features. “Do what you will. He will persevere. You will see.”, Srina responded finally, and were her eyes visible, he would have seen them flare with a darker light. Golden, juxtaposed with silver. Had she cheated and peeked into the possible futures with the Force?

Maybe.

Perhaps, she just had faith in her fellow Exarch, and wanted to see in the many ways he would win.

 

[Jomasom Leuf]

Objective: Evacuate the Tarro & moving to Ru Baruba's headquarters
Allies eventually: [member="Formorta"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] @Arlen Rossi
Post: 2

Sitting at a metal table in an underground bunker after hiding a group of twenty Tarros, Neeve Amparo, a Mirialan doctor and Minister of the Galactic Alien Preservation Society, explained the backstory of why the Tarros were in such a precarious evolutionary position. When she was through with that, which frankly to Joma was fairly common knowledge, she explained a little of her background:

“I earned my degree from the University of Mirial and have a doctorate in medicine and sociology. I happened to be doing my residency at the Grace Medical Clinic when the Sith invaded. I fled with a group of survivors and ended up here on Seltos where I quickly realized the severity of the Tarro situation.”

A melancholy patina covered Neeve's verdant-hued face. “You seem troubled,” Joma said, feeling useless all of a sudden. Of course she was troubled, you fool. She’d fled her homeland and re-settled onto another where a systematic attempt to eradicate an already vulnerable population. “As a human I do not know if I will ever truly know the plight of a defenseless species. But I can try, Dr. Amparo.”

"Appreciated." Neeve seemed to brighten despite his awkward, cold comforted words. “Besides practicing medicine, I think I found my true calling with GAPS, Captain Leuf.”

An alert from Jomasom’s datapad broke through the conversation. He checked the message.

“The Confederacy is getting ready to make a strike upon Ru Baruba. Do you care to join me?” The Mirialan nodded, and he automatically worried now for the upcoming safety of the benevolent doctor. But they’d evacuated a group of Tarro without incident. Hopefully luck would be in their favor against the merchant oligarch with dictator ambitions.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Objective: Establish a CIS presence on Seltos. Begin reconnaissance on Oligarch Ru Baruba's headquarters.
Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis, All armor/gear hidden under a simple black robe
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives, Fire and Smoke (lightsabers), 4 Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="Arlen Rossi"] [member="Maria Bentley"] [member="Formorta"] [member="Jomasom Leuf"]
Post: 2

"What's a Tovarishch?" Madalena asked as she took another turn. One hundred meters clear? Damn. The tips of her fingers were really itching for a fight. She wanted to shed blood, the sooner the better, and the more the merrier. Sure, she'd done infiltration work before. Pretended to be a cleaning servant and all that jazz, but that had been different. This was just… Gathering information in the most boring way ever, and there was nothing she could do to spice it up without alerting the enemy that they were there.

She sighed, turning into another street. Only a few more, and she would be at the stupid headquarters. Coming up to [member="Arlen Rossi"] and [member="Maria Bentley"], she shrugged. "I'm really a coffee person," she admitted, "I just want this part to be over with already so we can go in guns blazin'. This whole walking around pretending to be looking at things is boring."

Of course, there was the matter of civilian casualties… But that was not Madalena's headache to deal with. As far as the Knight Obsidian was concerned, they could just as easily burn everything.

 

[Adron Malvern]

As the leaders of the planetary government and various lumber guilds receive the Confederate envoys only one stands against them. Ru Baruba, a Duros oligarch within the mining guild has turned from his planetary government and struck out in a violent, senseless attack against his neighbors, The Tarro refugees. Before Separatist forces could completely begin the relocation Ru's forces fell down upon them. GAPS security forces have been deployed to assist in the defense of the Tarro but will not be able to defend them for long against the murderous logging droids that have been set against them.

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The surveillance of Ru Baruba’s headquarters yielded a cornucopia of intelligence. In addition to the normal labor droids, the Duros has been investing in special robots equipped with giant saws, which can cut down hundreds of trees at one time, meaning they can also slice into hundreds of troops in one fell swoop. Your mission is to eliminate these unique droids, lock down the headquarters of Baruba Logging & Lumber and protect the Tarro with your new friends from GAPS.

Objectives:

• Continue Tarro evacuation.
• Destroy Ru Baruba's advanced mining droids.
• Begin assault on Ru Baruba's Headquarters.

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[Arahael]

Objective: Begin assault on Ru Baruba's Headquarters
Allies: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Jomasom Leuf"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Alessandra Creed"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Damon Riggs"] | [member="Nysana Talon"] | [member="Mishel Noren"] | [member="Maria Bentley"] | [member="Arlen Rossi"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="Jorco Czeku"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Lirka Ka"] |

Cato stood in a command vehicle, peering out towards the fortress. The thermal filters of his macrobinoculars didn't afford him much help, though he suspected the scouting droids would have better luck.
A ping came across the monitor, followed by a scrawling of text.

"Droids versus droids, then, eh? Relay this to the others, will you?" he asked the officer with him. The results certainly were interesting, but he knew the fighting here would be better off left to droids rather than the organics he could deploy.

An instant later, reports of contact broke out across the frequencies. It seemed the evacuation wouldn't go as smoothly as first appeared. No matter, they would begin the assault and end the hostilities.

"Begin targeted vehicle and artillery fire. I want defensive weapons targeted first. And, for forces sake, do try not to destroy the entire fortress."

Alongside the initial firing, transport vehicles opened up to begin deploying droid troops. The lumber droids may prove to be a formidable force against them, but Cato hoped his droids' range would give them an advantage.

 

[Lirka Ka]

"Aelyl sharol, caer or!"

Lirka had begun to make a much more extensive use of Sephi in the recent weeks, many of her droids had been given special bits of extra programming to understand the commands that took her closer to her routes again: shunning where one came from only could last so long. With a quick spin of one of the clawed fingers of her gauntlet every single droid in her Battleforce began to whir and stir to life, Lirka herself leaping back to her newest and shiniest toy: a fresh and gleaming swoop bike, a large detachment of lancers had been given to the savage marshal: what better could fit her brutal and blunt nature than a charge of lance equipped droids and fast assault tanks? Alas, the HAGs would be stuck hovering behind, given their own Tactical Droid to run that far more boring side of things.

Settling comfortably into the seat she revved the vehicle, kicking it into gear and unsheathing her Klaive: holding the massive weapon one handed and extending it outwards. An amusing gesture common of ancient charges, meaningless to droids; the scene was nice to imagine either way. Nothing said Ka couldn't be a smudge vain.

"Advance!"

With a small boom of a dozen engines kicking off simultaneously, Marshal Lirka Ka's forces zoomed headlong into the raw violence of battle. That seemed to be where she belonged in moments like this, just embracing the raw chaos. For Lirka, and by extent her entire army, had one thing in mind right now: tear that fortress to the ground, and leave anyone and everyone who stands in their way a smoldering: or in her case, bloody mess.