Civil Disobedience | First Order Dominion of Neo-Polis Hex

[Zef Halo]

First things first. As the two made inside the station once more, Zef approached the terminal right next to the airlock and slammed it. The airlock sealed shut its doors and pressurization began once more taking only a few moments before it was stabilized. The odd partnership could finally feel their weight as they softly landed on the grounded.

The scoundrel tossed away as quick as possible the space suit from himself. The effects of the stimpack were slowly running off and sweat had broken on his forehead. Wiping it away with is sleeve and dragging the hair from his eyes away, Zef made out in the distance the love of his life.

The Corellian Bolt.

"Let's go, kid. Time to leave this fethin' place." Zef stated as he impatiently headed towards his ship. Unbeknownst to him, the girl would feel a tremendous feeling of unease and malice through the Force. Someone strong with the Dark Side of the Force was near.

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[member="Ilya Cardonne"]​

 

[Madelyn Lowe]

Objective: 3
Location: Lua Major Mining Station.
Post: 7
Nearby: [member="Zef Halo"] [x]

"Something isn't right." There was a strange presence, a powerful presence. She felt it nearby. A powerful being, much more powerful than Ilya, emanating a rich dark side energy. His influence was palpable. She could almost taste it. She held up her hand to signal the spacer to stop. She spoke again, her voice a low whisper. "There is a powerful individual. Very close to us. If you value your life, you will follow my lead."

A feeling of fear growing in her stomach, she dashed away from the open area around the door, over to the silent hulk of a cargo ship. At first glance, the dockyards appeared undamaged, but as Ilya gazed around the large open space, scanning for the presence she felt so close, she noticed telltale signs of struggle. A blast door at the end of the terminal had been sealed, but its doors were buckled and broken, as if pushed by a great force. Ships had been picked up like toys and tossed aside. Only on this side of the yards were things largely intact.

Moving from ship to ship, Ilya approached the Spacer's vessel, getting about halfway across before another feeling assaulted her senses. Like a divining rod, she turned her head to gauge the direction. Death, and lots of it. She poked her head from behind a small mining ship, nothing, but not far away she heard a repetitive sound. Drip, drip, drip.

Curious now, she rose to her full height, stepping out from behind the ship and rounding the corner towards the sound. Climbing over a stack of boxes to get a better view, her suspicions were confirmed. A dozen or so bodies were piled haphazardly on a raised platform, a crimson pool spreading from each of them. The source of the dripping was obvious. As she waited for the spacer to join her, to take in the scene, a thought occurred to her.

She turned back to him, raising her voice just loud enough to hear. "Say, if I can sense this person, do you think they can sense me too?"

Ilya stiffened as a saber was ignited behind her.

 

[Doran Ren]

Objective 1, Find and Eliminate key Polis resistance members as well as stop cargo shipments / allies: All first order personal, Chubshttp://starwarsrp.net/user/15643-chubs/http://starwarsrp.net/user/15643-chubs/ Kael Garick Sogash / enemies: All Neo Polis resistance members Petra Vitalis Atlas Viridian


Doran's eyes burned with anger as he stared into the lenses of the stormtrooper's helmet. He dared challenge his authority!? Doran pulled up a holo image of his First Order ID from his gauntlet, using the force to pull the trooper close to him and shoving the image in his face. "I am a Knight of Ren you imbecile! And i gave you a direct order!" He whirled back around to point at the two unloading their crates "Arrest them!" As Doran was looking at the two he felt a slight disturbance, his eyes shifted to the truck, he felt a presence under it. He quickly shook away the idea as it made no sense for someone to be there.

Doran's anger boiled as he was yet to see the two rebels still free of binders. His hand slipped his saber off of his belt and ignited the crimson blade. Holding the humming blade of heat up to the two and using the force to turn them to face him. He snarled and approached the man, holding his saber up to his neck and staring into his eyes reflecting the heat of his anger. "If these idiots cant handle you then i will. I know who you are."

 

[Jer'Ord Ar'alano]

Objective 1
Allies: First Order
Location: Skies above Neo-Polis - Shadow Mace ( X )
Post: 1

Lieutenant Commander Ar'alano watched through the viewport as the clouds parted around his ship. Skimming the upper stratosphere of Neo-Polis his ship was simply watching for any signs of disturbance. After a few minutes of Silence, the Communications officer turned to face the Chiss Captain and said, "Sir, there is a First Order Signal being broadcasted to nearby members." Ar'alano didn't turn his head and replied. "Play the Broadcast"

BZZZ- "-oran Ren, I have found the resistance cargo convoy. I am moving to pursue but I request any assistance I can get. Over and out."

"Enable Sensor Mask and move in on the signal, and get me his full name while you are at it. Once we are above his location maintain this altitude and begin overwatch." Jer'Ord turned to his side and spoke into the comms relay, "This is Lieutenant Commander Ar'alano maintaining overwatch of your position, inform of any need for fire support." Jer'Ord closed the channel and stared outside his viewport for a moment. "Someone bring me a Neo-Polis News report on rebel activities."

The Blind Masses must be taught to kneel before their betters.

[member="Doran Ren"]

 

[Joseph Curlan]

Objective 1
Allies: First Order
Location: Skies above Neo-Polis - Shadow Mace ( X )
Post: 1

Standing beside the the Chiss (of which he despised) Joseph decided to put his skills to good use and help out with the subjugation of all rebel activities. He speaks up, "Sir may I be of assistance down there perhaps my skills in spec ops would allow me to find and destroy the hive if you will of their operations."

Despite being in numerous training runs and exercises this would be Josephs first real assignment and first time to prove that he wore the old dark trooper armor dutifully.

 

[Sogash]

Objective: Manoeuvre through the confusion


Sogash blinked at the trooper. Did he... look feminine? Momentarily he was too taken back to respond and continued to cradle his weapon as something of a scene took place before him. The trooper's attention shifted to another figure, a man who attempted to give the Stormtrooper orders. It seemed the Imperial didn't like that and barked at the pair of them to lay down their arms.

Instinctively, the Trandoshan hissed and held his rifle closer to his chest. This wasn't a deliberate act of defiance but a Hunter without his tools was... a disgrace. Only if he could be ensured his arsenal could be returned to him would he do so. However before he could translate his thoughts into basic the other man snapped.

A violent turn from the Force. A crimson blade. Sogash didn't understand the words the man used but he had a vague understanding of what those two actions meant.

"Siiiiiiiithhhhh," the Trandoshan hissed, tongue flickering out once more from excitement, exhilaration. Was this his prey? It would make a fine prize. One much more worthy than these rebels. The Silver Jedi, loathsome they may be, would pay up for a Sith's death, any Sith.

Casting a glance to make sure the trooper was adequately distracted with the raging man, Sogash slowly reached down to his belt, tapping a smoke grenade with a single claw. Almost immediately the vicinity around the alien was covered in a thick white smoke, masking Sogash and rapidly spreading to the areas around him. Hidden among the smoke, the Trandoshan set some distance between himself and the others and began to check his assortment on gear.

He would avoid clashing with the Imperials if he could but given the conflict between the Stormtrooper and the Force User, the Sith might make a fair prize. Perhaps the First Order would even reward him for it.

Using his natural speed and strength, the Trandoshan slipped into an alleyway and began to scale a civilian home. It was time for the hunt to begin.

[member="Chubs"] | [member="Doran Ren"] | [member="Petra Vitalis"] | [member="Atlas Viridian"]​

 

[Zef Halo]

"What now?" Zef grumbled sharply facing the woman before realizing what her words meant. He knew all too well what that meant. The fethin' Force. "You're kriffin' tainted with the Force, aren't ya?" The sensation of his grasp around the pistol grew. Zef wasn't really trustworthy, especially of Force users. The old smuggler, while not clearly obvious by looking at him, had faced many of them in combat over the years.

Too many.

Some he had barely survived. Now, once more, the desire to be in his beskar'gam flared.

Naturally, Zef followed her with caution, his armed hand ready to retaliate to any surprises. When in their view came the grotesque pile of bodies, the smuggler fell anger seep in his veins. Another point against the Force users in his book. An urge to blast the girl beside him followed but before he could follow up, the thought was gone - replaced by the dreadfull but familiar snap-hiss of a lightsaber behind them.

A barrage of sharp metallic objects were hurled at them but Zef was already dusting off towards his ship.

"If you value your life, you will follow my lead." Is all the scoundrel barked as he charged towards his ship with the pain in his limping leg spiking.

[member="Ilya Cardonne"]

 

[Shattered_Mirror]

The basic, fundamental principles of any counter-terrorism operation were to never go after the small-fries. They were the expendable fodder that would, and could be replaced within minutes. Their usefulness expires the moment after they are placed in chains, as it’s doubtful they’re told any information that would prove to be serviceable in the long run. It was like trying to catch fruit flies with vinegar, not knowing that honey was better suited to the task. That was why Kael had hoped the truck would be cleared through the checkpoint. Even if these people were somehow involved with the Free Polis Army, they were nothing more than delivery drivers. They were just two people making deliveries, as the First Order sought to snuff the extremists out of hiding. Which, was exactly why he and his team had been deployed. They would utilize the information garnered on this organization and take it down from the top, or as close as they could reach. So, when the self-proclaimed Knight of Ren had announced himself to the Stormtrooper and the small gathering around them - all Kael could do was release a frustrated sigh.

He didn’t want to terminate a friendly operative, but if this man had continued to meddle in the Security Bureau’s affairs, the man would ensure there wouldn’t be any traces left behind. His sidearm was loaded with an extremely deadly corrosive, that was more than capable of chewing through artificial and organic materials alike in seconds. All he had to do was spin-about on the spot, unholster and withdraw his pistol - then take the shot. It was more than likely that the man’s trained senses would’ve caught wind of the plan, and brought his corrupted symbol up to bear. However, in doing that, the Knight of Ren wouldn’t be saving his own life. As the metallic core of the slug would be flash-fried into molten slag, and the acid contained within would instantly become a vapour - which was just as deadly as it was in its liquid state. He’d breathe in the gaseous corrosive, and painfully die, as would everyone within the cloud before it dissipated into the atmosphere.

That was the last measure. One he couldn’t afford, nor allow to come to pass, as the man wasn’t interested in filing the paperwork. Not to mention earning the ire of several powerful figures for deploying an ‘unsanctioned’ weapon in a compliant quarantine zone. So, instead of acting on his closely-guarded thoughts, the Operative waited. There were no cries of alarm, and nothing that he knew that alerted those outside the idling vehicle of his presence. He was, effectively invisible to their eyes. Well, at least that’s what he would’ve liked to believe. It was more than likely that the foreign-sounding woman had seen him out of the corner of her eyes, as she lowered herself to lift up the crate with her compatriot. Kael was thankful that she managed to keep her composure, but as she spoke to her comrade in a dialect that he couldn’t understand - it was more than likely that he was made. It was doubtful that they would try and keep to their scheduled route now.

This presented him with yet another problem that he’d have to solve with his quick thinking.

It was then, that his line of thought was quickly snuffed out by the iconic snap-hiss of a lightsaber and the deploying curtain of smoke. Things were escalating quickly, and not in the direction that Kael had hoped. While he was certain that the Stormtrooper would be able to filter through the deployed cover, most likely tossed by the Hunter that was left to his own devices, it was unlikely that the Knight of Ren would be so lucky. This made things easier for the Operative, as when the cloud of smoke had billowed down the street and enveloped the truck, the man rolled out from underneath the suspended chassis. No longer constrained by the claustrophobic opening, the Agent was now free to make his move. He could’ve just turned, and made a break for it. Leaving those two drivers to their fate as a Knight of Ren went against his mandate and attacked two unproven radicals and an Imperial Stormtrooper. However, knowing that this truck and the two figures who operated it were the key(s) to finding the Free Polis Army, Kael decided to act against his instincts.

In seconds, he tore off his helmet and threw it underneath the repulsorsled. Once the truck was no longer idle, the betaplast material would’ve been pulverized beyond recognition, and allow him to retain his anonymity outside the 'stolen' uniform he wore. After the helmet came free, the Operative snapped the strap that was holding his rifle and withdrew the carbine in a single motion. There wasn’t much time for him to act. He could barely see through the billowing cloud, and his ocular implants weren’t helping as much as he wished they would. Using the crimson light of the activated lightsaber as his guide, Kael levelled his rifle and depressed the trigger without hesitation. The rifle spat forth a bolt of pure ionized plasma, that when it connected - either with the Knight of Ren himself, or the weapon he bore, it would cause a surge of power to coruscate through whatever object it impacted. It would sting, as muscles would painfully contract, or the weapon would find itself short-circuiting should it not be properly insulated, but it was the furthest thing from being fatal. The man would no doubt recover quickly, and that left little time to dilly-dally.

With the bolt discharged, and the Imperials reacting accordingly, Kael made his move. He surged forward and found himself grabbing hold of the truck’s exterior to spin him about - allowing him the momentum needed to grab ahold of both of the vehicles Operators and toss them into the cargo bed. They both cried out in alarm, as expected of anyone taken by surprise, and the woman screamed out a dozen incomprehensible curses that the Commando couldn’t make out. Something along the lines of Merde? Was that Coruscanti? He couldn’t tell, nor did he really have the time to figure it out, but it was clear that one - if not both of them were not from around here. They had to move, and it was more than likely that the damned Knight of Ren had recovered by now. Spinning about and firing another bolt, Kael backpedalled towards the cab. Without looking back, the man tore open the door and jumped inside. Thankfully, the activation disk was still inside and the Operative didn’t have to worry about jump-starting the vehicle into primary gear.

Depressing the accelerator with a leaden foot, the truck sped forwards and vanished into the thick cloud of billowing alabaster smoke. The lingering tails of the deployed vapour would clutch to it’s covered surface for several seconds, before letting go as the repulsorcraft speed off into the distance. It wouldn’t be long until the transport had vanished, as Kael forcibly careened off the main throughway, and fled down one of the many side roads. He began chuckling at first, before committing himself to a fit of hysterics. As he opened the rear porthole, that had once separated the covered bed and the cab, the man recovered enough of his wits to direct his voice down the transport’s length. “That was quite the sticky situation I yanked Y'all out of,” Kael called out, masking his Imperial accent, and seamlessly adopting the local twang. “You two alright back there?” Without waiting to hear their answers, as they probably wanted some clarification to the sudden confusion, the Operative sought to dissuade them from any negative notions they may have had. Possibly giving them what they needed before they had given voice to their thoughts, and allowing the three of them to build a bond of sorts - one that would hopefully lead the Imperial Commando to one of the various heads of the Free Polis Army.

“I’m Kael, by the way,” He said, using his real name, knowing that anything else would've caused issues down the line. Might as well tell these people the truth, and ensure his cover wouldn't be blown in the process. It seemed like the best thing to do when everything went down the refresher. "And I'm sorry about dragging you two into this. Had that dolt with the sabre not caused quite the ruckus, we all would've been able to coast through this district without a second glance. However, things didn't turn out that way, and I may have gotten you two off-worlders mixed up in our fight with our new masters."

| [member="Sogash"] | [member="Chubs"] | [member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Petra Vitalis"] | [member="Doran Ren"] | @Others. |​

 

[LT-137]

Progress into the depths of the traumatized station had been slower than Khonsu would’ve liked to admit, as they encountered dead ends at almost every turn. With shorn bulkheads and torn gantry’s impeding their advance, the Cohort was forced to double back and retrace their steps in order to continue. While their sealed suits would’ve been able to protect them from the sections vented into space, it was the doors fused together by the heat of ruptured tanks and broken power conduits that caused them to pause. Sure, their armour would most likely be able to bear the brunt of the damage that would’ve been incurred in the backdraft, but it was an unnecessary risk that the Tribune wouldn’t put his men through. No-one would be dying before they encountered that Rogue Force-Wielder. At least, that was if the Thyrsian Commander had anything to say about it.

It was as they managed to descend deeper into the facility, where less and less of the exterior platform had been broken by the Rogue Master’s rage, that the Cohort had encountered their first survivor. Or at least that’s what their first thought was until they had seen an extinguished sabre clutched in her nimble fingers. That was when their rifles had swooped upwards, tracking her where she stood - adding to the number of weapons already pointed her way. What stayed their hands was how young she seemed to be. While they couldn’t determine her age at a glance, it was evident that she was an adolescent of sorts. Something that didn’t seem to fit the profile that was made by the Security Bureau. However, they were known to be wrong every now and again, meaning that this woman could easily be the target they were looking for. Khonsu couldn’t be sure and wasn’t willing to risk riddling the corpse of some kid because they found a lightsabre in the wreckage.

He had to approach this situation carefully and spoke softly through his helmet’s encrypted channel - informing his comrades of his plan. They were ordered to keep their weapons trained on the woman and open fire if she made one move to harm them. The Thyrsian didn’t want to come to that, as he was paid to track down a rogue force-wielder and not shoot a potentially innocent kid. Despite their abhorrent deeds at Thyferra under the employ of the Sith Empire, the First Order didn’t much like paying mercenaries to slaughter children. Instead of repeating the events of the past, the Tribune stepped forward with his weapons lowered. In a clatter of golden-edged plates, the man unlocked the seal on his helmet and de-crowned himself with the hiss of atmospheric pressure. Now, fully embraced by the scent of fire and blood, Khonsu tucked his helmet beneath his arm - never once allowing his gaze to falter from the woman standing before them.

“My name is Khonsu,” He said, allowing his desert-born accent to spill across his every word. “State who you are, and your mission here.”

| [member="Novax"] | [member="Racosidae"] |​

 

[Madelyn Lowe]

Objective: 3
Location: Lua Major Mining Station.
Post: 8
Nearby: [member="Zef Halo"]

Tainted... What an interesting choice of words.

Ilya had no time to ponder over her begrudging companion's opinion on those gifted with the Force, as she spun around to face the incoming threat. It was a bare-chested human, a hulking figure over six feet tall, with broad shoulders, massive arms, and a thick neck. From what she could tell, he was wrapped almost entirely in dark tattoos; intricate swirling designs that melded into one another, creating a flowing effect that was almost hypnotic. What's more, the man exuded raw, untainted power. Ilya couldn't help but feel that she was staring at a wild animal.

Animal that he was, he had a powerful weapon. The crimson blade shimmering with an effect that suggested a flawed crystal. He brandished the weapon like an old friend, clearly enjoying the humming of the superheated plasma through the station's dry air. Something seemed to tense in him, and he exploded in a frenzy of movement, suddenly closing the distance between them at an inhuman pace. Ilya reacted just quickly enough, rolling ungracefully to the side and narrowly avoiding the blade, which cut runnels into the floor on which she'd been standing moments before.

As her enraged foe skidded to a halt and turned around she took the spacer's advice. Sprinting after him towards his ship. Her life was in his hands. Hopefully he knew what he was doing.

 

[Dirk Bannahan]

Post 3
Objective 3: Lua Major Mining Station
Uh oh.

Not good. It wasn’t even thirty minutes on this station and already she was compromised. Some secretive representative of Sieger this Ren made. Although Rae couldn’t identify who exactly she had the pleasure of being held up by there was no way any of these blokes could have caused all the damage -though at least one of them was gifted with esoteric aura that was the Force. What branch did these guys serve? Stormtroopers don’t usually dress after the manner in which these men adorned themselves. While she racked her brain for the best course of action in disappearing the lightsaber in her hand was placed down very slowly in front of her feet before she withdrew her body into the folds of cloak. Now standing hunched over in such a way as to conceal where her hands were she figured all she could do was determine who exactly these folks were.

“I’ll say who I am if you also identify yourselves.”

It was hard to say, but it almost seemed like she was sniffing the air as though intending to catch their sent in the proverbial wind.

“You can call me ‘Ray.’ And I’m on behalf of the First Order. Are you friend or foe?”

Hopefully, for their sake, they would declare to also be a part of the imperial arm. If not. Well, there were far worse weapons just inside her mouth than a simple lightsaber.

[member="Novax"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"]​

 

[LT-137]

When the words, First Order, had spilled from the woman’s youthful lips, Khonsu tore his gaze off the distant figure standing before them and cast his unhelmed eyes over his shoulder. With a single gesture, the Cohort of trained killers had collectively lowered their rifles and assumed overwatch positions - keeping their sights trained on the shadows - so their number would not be caught off guard again.

As his wordless command was carried out, the Tribune turned back towards the figure and noticed that she hadn’t moved aside from the actions displayed before the revelation of her allegiance. Her weapon was still where she had placed it, and her lithe figure was shrouded within the folds of her cloak. If it wasn’t obvious before, it was now. This ‘Ray’ meant them no harm - or was waiting to see what their reaction was to their own revelation before pulping their flesh and snapping their bones with a thought.

“I suppose the answer to that would be that we are friends,” Khonsu said, curling his lips into a serpent’s approximation of a smile; lacking the warmth commonly associated with such a widespread gesture. “As we’ve been hired by the Order’s Security Bureau to flush out the person responsible for this travesty. I would give you the names of each of my subordinates, but I doubt you’ll care enough to remember them once our prey is dead and buried.”

The man’s smile faded then as his lips became thinly pressed. It was doubtful that he would even recall their names, should they die in combat against their newfound prey, and while that shouldn’t weigh heavily on his soul - the truth of the matter was - that it would. He’d see their faces every time he closed his eyes and would have to fight against their ashen revenant(s) every time he begged for the blissful embrace of slumber…

Blinking away the contemplative melancholy before it was able to take root, the Thyrsian Mercenary crowned himself with his golden helmet and, swiftly reengaged the atmospheric seals. When the gaps between his darkened skin and metal had filled with recycled oxygen, Khonsu’s demeanour had changed entirely. Gone was the proud and dutiful soldier that stood before his troops. In its place, was a man forged and tempered by the crucible of war; a technological barbarian whose visage reeked of barely contained violence.

“By the Lightsaber and the getup, I assume you’re one of the Supreme Leader’s Knightly cadre I’ve been hearing about?" Like the subtle shift in his posture, Khonsu's voice became an almost guttural growl - lightened only by the monotonous projection of his suit's integrated vocabulator. "If so, then there’s little need to introduce yourself further. We’ve got a job to do, and we’re short on time for formalities.”

"After you."​

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| [member="Novax"] | [member="Racosidae"] |​

 

[Shattered_Mirror]

There was little conversation to be had, as the truck hurtled towards its fateful terminus. Kael wasn’t sure exactly why they had chosen to remain silent, but the man figured it was because they didn’t see him as trustworthy. Even though he had risked his life to save them from a crazed figure in black, whipping around an energy sword like it was his personal playtoy, it wasn’t enough for these two. It was understandable, from a certain point of view, as they had just endured a sudden and inexplicable turn of events that would’ve seen then imprisoned, or worse. As much as he wanted too, Kael couldn’t force them to talk - well not without taking them both into custody and bleeding them like stuck pigs. However, he didn’t want to do that, as it was not only messy, it was doubtful they had known anything that would end up helping him with his mission.

As an added plus, it would compromise his mission here against the Free Polis Army, and held the possibility of allowing them to continue on with their acts of terror against the innocent people caught in the crossfire.

So, despite the sour taste it left in his mouth, Kael endured the silence until they had reached their destination. Or at least his intended point of departure. Thankfully, in the confusion, the truck hadn’t sustained any damage from either the Imperial forces located in the area or the crazed Knight demanding for these two nameless figure’s arrest - claiming them to seditious individuals without proof. Nevertheless, as he pulled into an alcove that took them off the main throughways, the Operative left the key in the ignition and began to inspect his commandeered vehicle. While it wasn’t really required, as he was well within his rights to ditch the pair without a second thought, the Imperial thought it would be a kind gesture. One that would perhaps warm them to the idea of him sticking around, or at least give him their names in return.

Sadly, as his quick inspection came to an end, they gave him nothing but the most cursory of nods. No doubt a wordless gesture of thanks, that kept themselves true to their unknowable character(s) and had caused a flutter of irritation to surge through Kael’s mind. He wanted to know their names, but it seems they had other, more important things to take care of as they calmly walked towards the vehicle’s cab and clambered in. Within seconds of them re-embarking, the truck was speeding towards a location of their choosing, leaving the Operative behind to eat a face-full of their dust.

The man made no move to chase after them, despite their hasty exit. Instead, the Imperial simply wiped the filth from his face and cracked a smile. It was during his inspection of the truck, that the Imperial had planted a tracking device just above one of the rear repulsorlifts, where it would be able to seamlessly blend into its surroundings. If these two figures were apart of the resistance, they would either ditch the truck somewhere outside of Alexander Square to cover their tracks or would inadvertently lead the Order to one of the Polisan bases. Either way, even if they had kept their names to themselves and given Kael the cold shoulder, they would still be of some use down the road. After wiping the last of the dust from his eyes, the Operative activated his wrist-strapped communicator and informed his handler that he was returning to his primary mission and that there was a new development they might be interested in.

The Free Polis Army’s days were numbered, and with their eventual demise, the entirety of Neo-Polis would be brought into Imperial Compliance… It was only a matter of time now.

~fin​