Can't Buy Me Stability (OS Dominion of Neimoidia)

[Caulder Dune]

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NEIMOIDIA SYSTEM
ONBOARD THE DARZU

Neimoidians were disgusting creatures, but shrewd and rather cunning. Darth Adekos was torn between admiring their stylish sensibilities and general business acumen and loathing the overall squalid state of their homeworld. Neimoidia was an agriworld for all intents and purposes. Its primary exports included food, medicines, and all manner of botanical goods. Meanwhile, it spent most of its money importing things like technology and machinery. It was rather strange that people actually imported food from this place, given the Neimoidian proclivity to both acquire and introduce horrendous diseases to the galaxy.

Sanitation practice would be one of many things Darth Adekos intended to introduce to this planet. But for the duration of this crisis, the only thing he intended to introduce was stability and order. The Neimoidian rulers of this planet, the honorable Trade Monarch and his Inner Council, were rather used to using money to solve their problems. Money could not buy stability, especially when the Gank mercenaries they employed turned on them, their worker drones went into frenzies, and conspirators intended to re-introduce the planet into the stagnating, weakling Republic.

From the bridge of his the Wyyrlok-Class Star Destroyer, Adekos began his transmission to the rest of their fleet. Just as he had done at Balmorra. He enjoyed bringing worlds into the One Sith fold. It gave him satisfaction.

"One Sith, Imperials, countrymen, your attention please. Trying times have befallen Neimoidia and it is our duty to alleviate their suffering. As before, three separate threats have been brought to our attention that must be dealt with if order is to be restored to the planet. As we speak, your orders are being transmitted. It is once again of the utmost importance that infrastructure be captured intact and that we avoid whittling down the civilian population any further."

"Good luck, and may the Force serve you well."

He, on the other hand, would be supervising affairs from the bridge. It was also time he introduced his two budding acolytes to one another, and so he summoned both [member="Maelasi Eramar"] and [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] to the bridge. This would either go horribly awry or reasonable well. But in either scenario, it'd at least be interesting.

1. A Gank Mercenary force on the planet has taken the opportunity to stage a coup. They have captured the Trade Monarch and the remaining members of the Neimoidian Inner Council. Storm the capitol building, located in Koto-Si. Kill any Ganks you encounter. Free the Trade Monarch and the Inner Council from captivity.
   
2. The vanishing of such a large portion of the planet's population has sent the normally docile, quasi-sapient Neimoidian worker drones into a frenzy. They are currently rampaging through the farms they normally toiled upon. Either pacify or kill the Neimoidian worker drones before they damage any more crops.
   
3. The city of Kaantay is in total disarray, but Neimoidian military forces are already attempting to keep the situation under control, but they are not your concern. Republic sympathizers are attempting to utilize the city's communication array and use it to alert a nearby Republic fleet of One Sith presence in the system. Locate the Republic sympathizers and kill them before they call for help.

 

[Reverance]

Locate the Republic sympathizers and kill them before they call for help...

The Star Viper hung in the crescendo of the virulence and volatility of the planet, stupidity and rashness spreading like a plague through the streets. Empowered by their own ridiculous inclinations, the could-be, would-be, and has-beens had taken up arms and destructive tendencies towards their new captors...err, I mean gracious hosts and benefactors. Wings shifted upon the torrent of aspirations and disruptive vocalizations, sitting down upon the duracrete within the city. The ramp opened like gaping maw from the inner vestiges of the ship, hydraulic lifts setting down harshly and threatening to crush old and improperly maintained infrastructure.

Gabriel withstood his own natural proclivity to linger as he stepped down the ramp slowly, sore from all the planet slapping and killing and all around awesomeness. With a brief moment reserved for pandiculation, he checked the newly acquired shotgun. Four in the magazine, one in the chamber, and he slipped it nicely into the loose leather sheath. With armorweave cloak over his body, the war-torn armor was hidden beneath it with all added bonus of damage resistance. But even so, he felt that he might be overdressed.

Shadowfeeds were reading news of some republic sympathizers attempting to seize communications. To send for help from the republic. "Can't have that..." he spoke quietly, as he tapped the display of his miniature datapad, attached to the inside of his forearm. He put the communications array, back on the Right Hand, on tracking down the strength of the broadcast. For now, he would follow the clues and wonder aimlessly through the streets. Soon enough, the flow of people running from the One Sith would likely take him in the right direction. Or maybe, he would get lucky and stumble upon them. Weirder things have happened.

 

[Vrag]

Location: Landing in Koto-Si
Objective: Free the Trade Monarch & co.

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Returning from her brief vacation on the world of Balmorra, Vrag was feeling quite rested, all things considered. It hadn't been all that impressive, truth be told, and she certainly wasn't going to recommend the planet to tourist agencies anytime soon, but the well-deserved R&R had done her a whole lot of good. All fresh and ready to cake her armor with blood again, the Knight looked upon the holo-display of the city below with a frown on her face. Their tacticians had drawn the best routes and access points days ago, and she'd been discussing strategy with a small group of select Sith Elite troops.

Their target would be the capitol building, a defensible position that could take days to crack if they went at it the old-fashioned way; with that in mind, Vrag had opted for the quicker, more efficient option, since nobody — least of all her — wanted to waste good soldiers and equipment on a pointless back-and-forth. The strike teams would make their way into the structure at the indicated entry points on the holo, the clean cut of a scalpel rather than the brutal blow of the hammer. They would be efficient, silent and swift in the execution of both the plan and their enemies, banking on the decoy forces on the outside to distract the occupying Gank mercenaries.

The firrerreo and the few elite troops surrounding her funneled into one of the dropships, speaking not a word as they descended. They were as diverse a group as they come, but they shared one crucial trait; they were trained professionals, and this was a mission they could not fail. The safety of the Monarch and the Inner council was of utmost importance, and they were all willing to sacrifice their lives to reach that goal. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that, but the Sith were hardly the sort to rely on prayers and whims of the Force; to make quite sure that they would succeed, the strike team was going in packing the best they had.

The Gank wouldn't know what hit them.

 

[Amaethon]

Location: Neimoidian surface, agricultural area
Objective: 'Pacify' worker drones

Amaethon strode down the ramp of the drop-ship at a brisk pace. They'd touched down planetside about 900m away from the main agricultural hub. It was about as close as they could get without further damaging the crops. Around him, troopers streamed down and fanned out.

The Acolyte could care less about the produce and the Nemoidians, but he had been given a direct command. He began covering the distance at an inhuman speed, drawing on the Dark Side....

 

[Reverance]

Locate the Republic sympathizers and kill them before they call for help...

Chirp...chirp. The data pad vibrated against his arm, mid-stride, and flashed a blue hue. Pausing in his steps forward, aimless and so far fruitless, he read the inscription across the screen. He clicked the audio link.

::We've detected an anomaly in the broadcasting of signals through the city. It seems that the transmissions have intensified in the eastern section of the city, near a dilapidated row of facilities formerly used for penal purposes. We suggest checking that area out first, might be beneficial to locating insurgents.::

He winced and tongued his cheek as he pondered the situation. Lifting the data pad to his mouth, he paused for a moment and spoke.

::Why is it no longer used for penal purposes?::
::How do you mean, sir?::
::I mean...did they lose funding or was there a decrease in criminal activities? Or was it for another reason?::
::We've looked over the recent deeds and land acquisitions and it seems the property was formerly purchased by a rather prominent government official...with ties to republic activities. It seems that they appropriated a different division of the city for long term criminal apprehension::
::So they may be more ingrained then what we previously suspected...Keep at it. Notify me of any changes.::

Clicking the data pad, he started moving towards the eastern section of the city, guided initially by a compass on the forearm screen.

 

[Syss Rembala]

Location: Agricultural area
Objective: Pacify or kill the Neimodian worker drones before they damage more crops.


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The Acolyte walked through the fields, silently but with a brisk pace. She hated Neimodians, cowards and weak of mind, the same dislike she had for the specie she held for their world but she was here to fulfill an objective, to obey an order and that was exactly what she planned to do.

Her white gaze caught sight of another Acolyte, heading the same direction than herself and most surely with the same orders to comply. She already had a plan in mind, even if the task did not represent that much of an intellectual challenge to come up with a strategy.

The Umbaran had come to the conclusion that simply killing the Neimodian worker drones could prove counterproductive, once the world was under dominion of the Sith the production of the fields would benefit them and the semi-sentient beings shouldn't be particularly hard to influence with the Force.

[member="Amaethon"]

 

[Amaethon]

[member="Syss Rembala"]

Amaethon could feel another Dark Sider pulling closer without even glancing at the origin. It didn't matter. Within a moment, he had closed to within 10m of the first row of drones. There he stopped and the Neimodians turned to regard him with slaw-jawed interest. He too watched them for a moment before casually raising his hands.

Gathering the Dark Side, he launched a pair of worker drones with a Force Push.

 

[Syss Rembala]

The Umbaran focused on her task at hand and approached a small group of drones. She only took one of of the two hilts attached to her belt and ignited only one saber. She would have better control of the Force with one free hand and she wouldn't be killing all of the Neimodian drones. She knew that at least one of the three drones she was about to engage would be killed and so acted accordingly to what she had anticipated to happen.

She focused on one of them before being noticed and started influencing it from some meters afar. The other two did not take long in noticing her presence and started heading towards her with the new found savagery giving them the courage to do so. She started molding the will of the Neimodian drone until she could finally subjugate it and return it to a docile state.

Right when she was done with that one drone the other two were already in close range. She moved her free hand and force pushed one, not damaging it, while her other arm lifted her lightsaber to bring it down and slash the remaining drone. Having already destroyed one of the workers she started influencing the last one and when she was finished she already had two docile and working drones. Still, there were many more still lurking the fields in their rampaging state...

 

[Amaethon]

His pace was casual as the silent Acolyte strode through the fields. Most of the drones scattered before him. A few chose to attack him and those, he dispatched with his curved-hilt lighsaber like swatting flies. This was getting boring, he thought, so he decided to make some sport.

Reaching through the Force, he seized a fleeing drone and dragged it towards himself. Lifting the Neimodian, it kicked feebly as it went into the air against it's will. It began to bend backward, as if on a wheel, and it's spine popped and cracked. It's screams of pain brought a delighted smile beneath the Acolyte's mask.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Descending upon Koto-Si
Objective: Free the Trade Monarch and Inner Council

Taeli sighed as the dropship she was in was buffeted by anti-air craft fire from the Gank mercenaries. They really thought they could stop the Sith from reaching the capitol and rescuing the Trade Monarch and his Inner Council. Once again, someone fighting against the inevitable and being utterly pointless with it.

She was accompanied by several squad of Sith commandos in this dropship, but other forces were an elite cadre of the Yuuzhan Vong warrior caste and a dropship loaded to the brim with her company's KDI-02x Arachnid droids. Sighing again, she cracked her neck and ordered the descent to the drop zone.

"Alright, listen up," she said, calling the commando leaders over to her. "The objective is to rescue the Trade Monarch and his council, I don't care about whether those mercenaries live or die, but I don't want to see any Neimodian corpses. If I do, you're being reassigned to guard duty in the deepest level of the Coruscant Undercity."

"Understood, ma'am." they all chorused.

"The other dropships will unload their forces and we will advance along three strike corridors, the Yuuzhan Vong along the most heavily guarded one as they requested a chance at honor. The Arachnid droids will be deployed along the walls of buildings and fill the center strike area. I'm counting on all of you to be at your best."

"For the Sith!"

The rear of the ship opened and the raid began.

[member="Vrag"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Pacify (I mean kill) Worker Drones​

Location: Agriculture Sector​

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The Sith Knight as killed other Sith, Jedi, fish people, Pub soldiers, Wookies, various species (two and four legged), but never droids. Not even training droids others used to hone their skills. Droids didn't cry out in pain. Droids didn't beg for mercy. Droids were simply not on her list of things to eradicate; until now. She didn't suspect they would prove to be a worthy adversary in a one on one situation; but in the numbers the drones flying about the agricultural sector possessed, even a Sith plagued with madness can find entertainment in dismantling them, piece by piece.

With the crimson blade humming beside her, she marched through the fields destroying droids left and right leaving scraps of metal and parts lying in her wake. Frenzy droids or not, they were still droids. Unlike most of her brethren in the Order, she didn't possess many Force powers one labeled destructive except for Sith Lightning. And even then she refused to use her talent on the mechanical enemies. Her blade will suffice for now as she made a game out of it.

"This is so beneath you," the voice of Darth Sakoi chided. "Droids? Really? Droids? Seems like a waste of your talents if you ask me." The hot blade cut through the metal flesh of another droid and it crashed to the ground. "No one is asking you," she replied out loud to the voice, "But even you must admit this is....fun." She heard the voice huff then add, "Fun? You and I have different views of what is fun."

 

[Reverance]

Locate the Republic sympathizers and kill them before they call for help...

Broken chain links parted at barrels end as the Hand moved hunched and moved through the hole in the fence. Like a cloth entry way, it bent and yielded to his presence, as he tugged his cloak through the links and tore a gash through the base. Lifting himself up, he glanced towards the barbed wire above the fence, rotted out and rusted and bent from storms and failure of maintenance. He patted himself clean of dirt and looked towards the large stone prison. A gaping wound lingered in it's surface on the western side of the building, towards the back end, on the opposite side of the entrance. Like a wrecking ball had torn through the duracrete.

::The signal has gotten increasingly stronger with your move through the city. I think you are close...::

For your sake, I hope you are right. He thought the words but merely silenced the data pad as he hid behind the building. He wasn't a fan of being led astray, especially with time was a matter of concern. It wouldn't take long for these sympathizers to break through to republic channels and once that happened, well...he didn't feel like conjuring potential futures of the purpose of assessment. Nevertheless, these individuals worked off the notion that the shadows claimed them allies. Hidden behind the manifested veil of records and prison acquisition, they would soon find themselves in a rough spot - between Gabriel and his intended goal.

Crawling through the broken wall, he climbed the interio and pulled himself through a hole into the second floor. The back end was primarily used for human resources and accounting, the actual prison on the eastern side. This was where he needed to be, he could feel it.

 

[Vrag]

Location: Approaching the Capitol building
Objective: Free the Trade Monarch & co.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_UrZA97I3w​

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They'd landed only minutes ago in a blind spot some blocks away from the Capitol building, the group of perhaps a dozen strong making their way speedily towards the target. Moments before they went radio silent, her comlink crackled with the reports of the landing forces of [member="Darth Arcanix"]. Just like with single combat, a feint was only as good as the threat it represented; if the enemy remained unconvinced of the danger an assault posed, the distraction wasn't worth jack shit. Considering the troops the Sith Lord had brought with, however, Vrag was certain that the Gank soldiers would fall for the ploy. Droids and Yuzhaan Vong were about as unstealthy as you could get, and the latter were bloodthirsty enough to make even an experienced mercenary rethink their life choices.

Breaking off all communication as they neared the access point, they downed the trio of guards keeping watch of the southern wall, the gunshots of their silenced slugthrowers drowned out by the noise of an invading force. Blasters were usually the weapon of choice for Sith troops, but they were far too loud and flashy for their needs, for it was paramount that they remain undetected for as long possible. They scaled the building up to the third floor, dispatching a small Gank patrol before they could alert their comrades. The mercenaries had staged their little coup on a whim, it seemed, for it was readily apparent they didn't know much beyond their military expertise; being good at shooting people clearly didn't prepare you for the throne, let alone keeping that position for longer than a few days.

Perhaps they'd been hoping to ransom the government officials for the blood money of the Sith?

Fools. We don't pay. We take, the Knight thought as their tech specialist disabled the alarms and cameras with a local EMP, slipping inside through a window they'd removed shortly afterwards. The building was built to withstand prolonged siege and assault, but an covert, targeted breach? In the end, it was a just structure filled with offices of bureaucrats, conference rooms and toilets; not exactly the bank of Coruscant, as far as security was concerned.

Vrag and her Elite troops headed for their objective, working off the blueprints of the building their strategists had been pouring over in the days before their arrival. They had pinpointed a few likely locations where the Gank could be holding the Trade Monarch and the Council, and each of the strike teams was assigned its goal. With the enemy focused on the masses of Darth Arcanix outside, the intruders would have little trouble dealing with whatever soldiers they could spare for patrol duty. It was only a matter of time before one of the squads found them, and with their leverage gone, the Sith army would have no reason to hold back anymore.

 

[Zola]

Location: On the bridge of the Darzu with [member="Darth Adekos"] and [member="Maelasi Eramar"]

When you introduce two pet cats, you keep them in isolation from one another so that they might feel safe while they grow accustomed to their new surroundings. If each cat seems comfortable enough and isn’t hissing and spitting when made aware of the other animal, then the two cats may slowly get acquainted with another, face-to-face, in a controlled environment and under strict supervision, of course.

In this sense, Jemmila Kyrgen felt a bit feline. The Hapan woman knew there was another one of Darth Adekos' acolytes skulking around the place, but had not yet caught a glimpse of her. Jemmila had been unhealthily fixated on meeting the woman since she had learned of the Thyrsian warrior, although she couldn’t exactly pinpoint why. Perhaps it was the element of the unknown. Would they end up being close sisters or bitter rivals? Time would surely tell.

With that in mind, Jemmila was brimming with anticipation as she met Darth Adekos on the bridge of the Darzu once again. As part of a slow initiation into the ranks of the One Sith, she had not seen much action yet. She knew she would be thrown into the fray eventually. However, at this phase of her training, it was just as important to get oriented with the day-to-day routine of life on a Sith battleship, even if Darth Adekos tended to give her too much paperwork for her liking.

“Master Adekos,” Jemmila said in a curt greeting as she stood next to the Dark Lord. “You summoned me?”

 

[Amaethon]

Location: Agricultural Hub
Objective: Pacification

Amaethon let the body drop after he snapped it's spine in half, lifeless. Unfortunately it died far too easily, he thought. Zabraks provided hours of fun. He continued forward at a measured pace, scattering drones like pins with Force Pushes.

On a whim, he reignited his saber and made a backhanded toss. The blade arrived in seconds and eviscerated it's target before returning to his hand. He stopped when he noticed a more powerful Force user nearby. Titling his head, he turned to see [member="Darth Venefica"] apparently speaking to herself as she merrily went about ripping apart droids.

 

[Syss Rembala]

Location: Neimodian surface, Agricultural area
Objective: Pacify the working drones

The pale-skinned Sith Acolyte kept moving through the fields, engaging small aggregations or lonely droids, pacifying them by using her natural manipulation abilities, she had started to reconsider her decision of trying to keep as many droids as possible, returning them to a functional state.

The only reason keeping her from igniting her second lightsaber and start dismembering the Neimodian drones was that it was a good occasion to practice her control over others wills, and she would stand a lot of boredom in order to hone her skills. After pacifying two droids, and killing other two, she sensed another Force-user, one stronger than herself, a knight of the Sith. Her white gaze was placed in [member="Darth Venefica"] and then on the other Acolyte who she had seen before.

Approaching the other Sith was not in her interest, she knew the task would be fulfilled earlier if they took charge of separate areas, that was, unless something in particular happened, that particular thing being the sudden conglomeration of a group of droids too large like to take on herself, and for the moment it didn't seem it would happen.

[member="Amaethon"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Vrag"]

Taeli snarled as she deflected a blaster bolt back into a Gank merc, her troopers making mince-meat of the mercenary force that stood in their way. She suspected that Knight Vrag and her special assault forces were already making their way inside while Taeli's forces kept the enemy distracted by a huge assault.

"My Lady, Subaltern Shalok of Domain Yaght is reporting Gank mercs are surrendering in large numbers to his forces, he's asking for permission to sacrifice them to his gods," one of her commanders said, holding up a villip.

"Subaltern, you may do what you wish with these mercenaries, they have no place among the Sith or our allies for they have shown they have no honor to any deals made," she replied coldly. She was usually against such measures, but these Gank mercs were the lowest of the low and had violated an agreement they had with their employers. Consequences had to be meted out.

"As you command! For Yuu-Yuuzhan!" the subaltern shouted, the villip inverting.

"Poor saps, never should have betrayed their masters in the first place," the commander chuckled. "Droid companies One and Two have begun their advance, with Three and Four scaling along the walls and providing upper cover fire."

"Excellent, continue our advance, I want them completely focused on us," she said, re-igniting her lightsaber and leading the advance. Her eyes were focused completely on the defensive line the Ganks were hurriedly trying to put together. Fools.

 

[Reverance]

Locate the Republic sympathizers and kill them before they call for help...

Callused palm gripped the brass door knob and turned...slowly. The creak of the inner workings and mechanics were nearly indistinguishable from the sounds of the outside world and ambient noise. As the tongue of the door hardware pulled from the door frame, Gabriel opened the door, pulling it towards himself. Inside, the room was long and dark. Roughly twenty feet across, the room was lit by the open door on the other end and a sickly yellow light emanating from old light bulbs in a desk lamp to the right. A young man, maybe thirty, sat at the table with headphones on and an old communications array that seemed to be pulled from an old detective novel. Upon his head, a set of headphones and between his lips, a filtered cigarra. The Sith Lord couldn't help but smile as he quickly and quietly approached, thankful for his deft steps and the lotek'k hide between the metal plates of his armor, that dampened the noise of metal against metal. As he neared, he placed his left hand against the mans neck and pushed his face down into the table. The shotgun had long ago found it's way into the sheath.

Crack! He pulled the cigarra from the mans lips, letting the body drop to the floor while yanking the headset free. As he pulled the chair forward, he stretched and sat down, donning the headphones and taking a long pull of the smoke.

::R..u...c f....s, th.s is N..mo..a. W. a.. c...e...y u...r a....k b. O.. ..th f.....s. P...se s... h..p i...d..te.y. I r....t, p....e s..d f....s f.. ..lp.::

He smiled as he turned the nob, picking up a more local relay. A communications within range of the facility primarily.

::The signal is still jumbled. We can't seem to make out the phrases. Continue boosting the signal and try to clarify, we will work on installing additional relay systems on top of the prison.::

Pausing, he held the cigarra in hand and took another pull, before clicking a link on his datapad.

::Scan my position for life forms. It's relatively open...low cloud cover. Give me a ping when activity amps up on the upper floors of the prison.::

With that, he smashed the cigarra in the tray and scooted away from the desk. He manually set the noise on the communicator to low intensity vibration. With a fleeting glance towards the corpse, he walked out of the room and further into the heart of the prison.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Pacify (I read Kill) Worker Drones​

Location: Agricultural Sector​

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Killing droids had never been so much fun. They were mindless machines that came to her, and she simply struck them down smiling the whole time. The voices continued their rants about her fighting droids, but even one plagued with madness needed some entertainment in her life. "21...22...23...24." She began to jump out and down like a young child letting her excitement dominate her common sense. But she didn't care! She was having a blast. "You're making a fool of yourself," Darth Vemion chided. "You're just jealous....not shut up! Incoming," the Sith Knight growled and met the newcomers. "25...26...27. Hey! Get back here! That's better...28."

If there was anywhere in the galaxy she needed to be, it could wait. "29...30...31" She could feel the rumblings of the others in her head and she could only laugh. They were hating this but she hated them, so it worked out for all parties involved. "I'm enjoying this to. So is Jonthine. Look out! Incoming," the insane Darth Zero said through bits of laughter. Spinning around, she grinned and attacked.

"32...33...34...35"

 

[Amaethon]

Pacifying drones in the Agricultural Hub!

Amaethon, meanwhile, hadn't even bothered keeping count. He looked on it as practice if nothing else. Practice was rather boring. He truly hoped something interesting happened and soon. This was beneath him.

[member="Darth Venefica"][member="Syss Rembala"]