Crystal Catch | CIS Dominion of Tarsunt [Y-42]

[Queen Bots™]

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In the wake of Void Station the Confederacy has followed the remaining Imperial element to the nearby Tarsunt System. The chase has gone, for the most part, as planned, but they’ve discovered data suggesting that the scoundrels are trying to hide in plain sight on nearby worlds. Data provided by a variety of groups have led the CIS to Tarsunt itself and the search has begun. It is the belief of the Offices of the Minister of War that these well-trained enemies will not hesitate to take hostages if needed. They are seeking any friendly faces that will conceal them, with hopes, that the Confederacy will eventually give up.​

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Unlikely.​

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The Confederacy has not only made plans to follow their quarry to the ends of the galaxy if needed, but, they also intend to create a foothold on Tarsunt. It is primarily a desert planet with few cities and even fewer truly green areas. There is water, but, it can be hard to find if the inhabitant doesn’t know where to look. There are lithified sand dunes that have formed amazing geological structures that had mostly been shaped by warm winds. The dry hot-and-cold has carefully shaped the sentient furry beings that call the planet home. They are durable with thick fur, long pelts, and paws.​

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The Confederacy has decided to set up an outpost near one source of water that has sprung up from underground wells. The landscape is similar to Tatooine but a little more forgiving. In one direction the tops of a nearby city called Hol by the locals can easily be seen. It is a modest living, but they do have some modern conveniences, such as electric, a spaceport, a gladiatorial ring for droid fighting, and access to the Holo-Net. Granted, the connection is poor but it does the job. In the other direction, there is little more than sand and ruins. The horizon in the desert area can seem to extend of forever because there is very little humidity to obscure vision. The only real limit seems to be the curvature of the planet, elevated land features, or particulates in the air.​

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For those that remain near to the out-post they will notice that there is a quiet to the desert. A softness that sinks in through the skin, a hush, that is only the sound of the wind. Rodents or insects moving around will seem shockingly loud. A bird may be startling. In the evening? At night? The sky will be clearer than freshly polished glass and stars will fill the sky.​

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Here is where the Confederacy will base their operations. The people of Tarsunt seem to be willing to work with the CIS but no one has any leads on the Imperial soldiers that escaped justice on Void Station. Regardless, officials have agreed to divulge any information, provided, the CIS take them in as a member world. The Tarsunt System is relatively barren and access to protected trade routes would greatly improve their quality of life. Goals are simple. Maintain a secure forward operating base. Investigate the surroundings. Find and detain the enemy.​

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These Imperials must not be allowed to escape. They could have absconded with codes or data that could compromise Void Station in the future. They will be held accountable for their crimes and persecuted to the fullest extent of Confederate law.​

Objective 1: Set Up Camp

Bring the marshmallows. The Confederacy has dropped down several pre-fab buildings that will become their foothold on Tarsunt. Warriors and soldiers from all parts of the Confederate military will be tasked with handling the setup. There’s quite a bit of tech and supplies to unload and settled before the sun goes down. There will be a makeshift cantina in the area and plenty of housing for those working the operation. There will be official buildings too, such as garages for landspeeders, food, water, weapons, ammo, armor and communications.

Note: The building has already dropped. You can set up/visit areas/use any of the facilities as needed.

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Objective 2: Buried Treasure

There are salt-flats about a mile north from the Confederate Out-Post. Accidentally, and entirely without purpose, one of the investigative teams with Force Users reported feeling a strange pull nearby. It was discovered that there is a wealth of Adegan Crystals hidden deep in a crevasse, ripe, for excavation. Characters could use these rare crystals to form their own lightsabers or they could be collected for sale. The team returned with the most common form of the crystal, Kathracite [used for training sabers], but that doesn’t mean there couldn’t be anything rarer.

The determined might be able to find the most powerful type of Adegan, the rarest, Pontite. It resonates with a powerful aura that can both cool the skin and temperament. A cache of Pontite would make someone either very rich or very very lucky.

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Objective 3: Hide and Seek

Find the criminals that brought the Confederacy to Tarsunt. If they can be captured, do so, and they will be taken to Geonosis for judgment. If they pose a threat to the locals or to CIS personnel lethal force is authorized. They have already been warned. In running, stealing away from Void Station, they forfeit all rights and expectations. A heavy credit bonus is available to anyone who brings in one of the Imperials the CIS is looking for. Dead or alive.

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Objective 4: BYOO

You do you. Visit the City of Hol. Check out the gladiator arena. Meet the locals. Find something even cooler than invaluable crystals. Just be careful. Sometimes, the desert can play tricks on you.

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Tag List

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[member="A'Runda"]
[member="Akabane"]
[member="Alexandrite"]
[member="Alora Fae"]
[member="Alvarex Zambrano"]
[member="Alwine Lechner"]
[member="Amarant deWinter"]
[member="Amaya Cardei"]
[member="Amethyst Atreides"]
[member="Amethyst Sovereign"]
[member="Andi Americus"]
[member="Anya Malvern"]
[member="Arabella Darkhold"]
[member="Archim Calixis"]
[member="Ari Zanareth"]
[member="Arlox"]
[member="Aston Jacobs"]
[member="Aya Clarke"]
[member="Azmodan"]
[member="Betty Americus"]
[member="Billy Americus"]
[member="Braan Kell"]
[member="Bandit Six"]
[member="Caid Centurion"]
[member="Callisa Asran"]
[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]
[member="Carith Thelcar"]
[member="Chikako Liona"]
[member="Cim Salro"]
[member="Corvus Dravere"]
[member="Daisy Americus"]
[member="Danger Arceneau"]
[member="Daniel Americus"]
[member="Dalton Kenway"]
[member="Darth Rixas"]
[member="Darth Tacitus"]
[member="Darth Zurvan"]
[member="Daxton Bane"]
[member="Derek Dib"]
[member="Dhakarta"]
[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]
[member="Drauchir"]
[member="Ella Nova"]
[member="Erin Tenel"]
[member="Fawn Alzi"]
[member="Gerwald Lechner"]
[member="Hadashah Vi'dreya"]
[member="Isarn Apis"]
[member="Ithiel Verd"]
[member="Jade Isara"]
[member="Jamie Pyne"]
[member="Jennifer Blanchard"]
[member="Jorge"]
[member="Jyoti Nooran"]
[member="Kalee Bladesworn"]
[member="Kaptan Americus"]
[member="Karlie Lynn Destat"]
[member="Kasca Fen"]
[member="Katria Vekarr"]
[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
[member="Kayla Wylen"]
[member="Kilia"]
[member="Kingsley"]
[member="Kip Ridel"]
[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]
[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
[member="Kyber"]
[member="Kyrinov"]
[member="Kyle Naktis"]
[member="Lady Psyona"]
[member="Lirka Ka"]
[member="Luna Terrik"]
[member="Luna Vega"]
[member="Lyla Quinn"]
[member="Maple Harte"]
[member="Marek Starchaser"]
[member="Minerva Vessia"]
[member="Muad Dib"]
[member="Natasha Darkstar"]
[member="Nine Lives"]
[member="Osintrium"]
[member="Petra Cavataio"]
[member="Popara the Great"]
[member="Qaarssk Roark"]
[member="Razelle Breuner"]
[member="Roy Americus"]
[member="Rylan Kordel"]
[member="Samantha Jade"]
[member="Sander Europa"]
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
[member="Sola Marr"]
[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]
[member="Srina Talon"]
[member="Tex Americus"]
[member="Teyla Ee'everwest"]
[member="Thalira Kiing"]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
[member="Traveler"]
[member="Treiades Rhoujen"]
[member="Umai"]
[member="Varick Lechner"]
[member="Veronika Fleischer"]
[member="VildarnTentoria"]
[member="Vyra Silara"]
[member="Xenro"]
[member="Zephyr Carrick"]
[member="Zhai'ellev"]

 

[Daisy Americus]

Location: Behind the Bar at the Makeshift Cantina​

What's Up: Serving drinks. What's it look like? ​

Goals: Nada. This leftover Void Station mess is too crazy. Let the rest of the Confeds suss it out. Daisy Jane? Not gettin' paid enough. ​

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The golden haired Mandalorian wasn’t sure how she’d gotten roped into this one. One minute she’d been trying to shoot some runaway Imps out of the sky in her gunship and the next second the Americus woman found herself wiping down the newly erected bar top. She blew a tendril of curling flaxen hair out of seafoam blue eyes and was sorely tempted to have a drink herself. The CIS supposed that many of the organic soldiers were going to get bombed anyway, so, at least they had a safe place to do it.

The makeshift cantina was primarily comprised of dark shipping containers. They were open to the air with some decent places to sit and take a load off. It wasn’t nearly as fancy as the Sierra Blanca back on Haseria but it was a pretty good spot. All things considered.

Due to the heat and the fact that she wouldn’t be seeing much of the action from the middle of the CIS out-post she had removed her beskar. It sat neatly on a shelf beneath the bar, ready, in the event that she needed it but for now it was just too darn bulky. She loved her armor. It was well-worn, white and purple, and perhaps one of the things she tended to look after the most. Daisy just couldn’t seem to hold onto shot glasses without dropping them.

Completely and totally without an iota of fashion sense she’d chucked her body suit and had changed into a black tank top and a pair of desert-appropriate, shortie shorts, that made Mama Mericus want to thwap her upside the head. A metallic set of tags wrapped around her neck, making small jingling noises, but she paid it no mind. There had been soldiers pouring in ever since she’d arrived. The CIS had placed a droid behind the bar. A droid. How in the seven hells did they expect anyone to get a good drink?

There was no unit of measurement that could produce the perfect slammer. You had to have an eye and rely on instinct. Daisy could do both. Could a droid? No way. In such a barren and mostly boring world she was actually happy to do something familiar. The rest of the Mandalorian Protectors had kept moving straight along, chasing the Imps like they’d just stolen brides from the altar, and Daisy had every faith they’d be able to hunt their enemies down.

There were only so many places to hide. Not to mention, they didn’t look a thing like the locals, which definitely worked in their favor. Anyone without long shaggy hair or paws was definitely on the list. Anyone that shot at them? Definitely on the list.

The southern-spacey hummed a small tune to herself as she stacked up a series of glasses and made herself useful. They planned to stay, or so she’d been told, and there was a lot left to unpack. She pulled bottle after bottle of the good stuff from sealed boxes and began to arrange them neatly on the counter behind it. “Come and get it before the ice melts ya’ll! Ah don’t know when we’ll be able to get anymore…”

She also had a fair amount of freeze-dried snacks. As she thought before, no Sierra Blanca, but it would do the trick all the same. Keen eyes peered through the CIS personnel that walked through the area but she had yet to find her Madsy. She was here somewhere, she knew, but for some reason, she had yet to lay sights to [member="Scherezade deWinter"]. Daisy hoped that she hadn’t gotten into any trouble…

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

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Objective: BYOO - Visit Daisy
Wearing: Armor | leather pants | combat boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives, Fire and Smoke (lightsabers), 4 Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="Daisy Americus"] + anyone who'll join
Post: 1

Madalena was fully intent on using today to go and search for some new crystals. She had an awesome idea for a new armor that she wanted to use, and Tarsunt seemed like a nice enough of a place to go get some. But unlike most of the missions she’d been on lately, this one felt slightly more lax, so she figured she’d go visit one of her bestest friends in the ‘verse, [member="Daisy Americus"].

The heat of the planet was almost unbearable. Madalena wished she’d been a mere few months younger, when she didn’t care about armor and proper battle gear, when coming to a planet this hot meant wearing shorts and tank tops and not caring about acquiring new scars upon her body. Alas, she was growing up, and gaining a better sense of what was right for the field. Not that tight leather pants were the most protective… But it counted. No new scars since she’d switched to her current outfit.

Covering her mouth to keep her giggles muffled, Madalena sat herself down by a table, getting an eyeful of Daisy. She wondered how busy her friend was going to have to be before she noticed that she was sitting there. It took all of a second and a half before she lost patience and stuck two fingers in her mouth, letting out a loud and sharp whistle.

“Oye, service!” Madalena managed to yell before bursting into laughter. She hoped Daisy wouldn’t take it badly.

 

[Unlinked]

Post: 1
Objective: 1
Wearing: This
Wielding: DC-15S Dual DC-17 Pistols

A gray and red NU-Class Shuttle from the Clone Wars landed at the foothold camp, and it offloaded four magna guards, two wielding staffs, two wielding large, rapid fire blasters, with large clips, one of each stood by each side of the ramp, expecting something, or more likely someone to come down from the ramp. And come down the ramp someone did, a large man clad in Phase 1.5 ARC Trooper Armour from the Clone Wars, the Legendary, Lieutenant General Caranekka Sigmaeus of the Adamantine Corps of the Iron Crusade, followed by another four of the same magna guards guarding the exit of the shuttle, he was holding his DC-15S, his pistols in their holsters, and he marched over to his designated office/house. He then opened the door, and half of the Magna guards followed him in, the other half guarded the entrance, he put his gun on a rack, took his helmet off, and sat down in a chair in his office.

He activated a dataterminal, signing in, and pressed a few buttons. A holofigure appeared from a projector, and they chatted for a while, then the figure faded out, and he went back to doing work, organising troops. He summoned a Commander droid to his office, and he started talking with it. Discussing battle tactics, and giving his orders.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Military stuff was fun, until they made her start following orders. To little shocker, a mercenary who was free to do as she pleased for most of her life had no desire to be commanded.

She knew nothing of this “Legendary” man, what did they call him, some sort of “General Lieutenant”? It didn’t matter, it was just a case of going in and getting things done, get some forces, catch some criminals, or whatever other nonsense they were doing on this dustbowl. She hoped it was fast though, the heat was vicious.

Lirka wasn’t ome to be overly open in environments like this, she walked to the General’s office with the thump of her metal boots, arms crossed over her chestplate. The sand had seemed to fit quite nicely into those small groves that lined her armor: she was almost immediately to the point:

“What needs to be done?”

Her distortion device was gone, the growl that her voice usually was had become nothing more than a slight mechanical muffle from the helmet. It was rather cold, but it was what she deemed needed.

[member="Caranekka Sigmaeus"]

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Location: Makeshift cantina
Wearing: Armored flightsuit
Weapons: Viridian lightsaber, DC-17m(blaster configuration), 2x MSD-32 disruptor pistols
Ship:'Avadon' class assault gunship
Allies: [member="Daisy Americus"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Post:1

Looked like another deserted planet that was the target of the Confederacy conquest. He had heard whisperings of Adegan crystals around the area, and the fact that this was the place the Imperials from the Void Station 'conflict' had retreated to. That was a good enough reason to bring along the gunship he figured, having put two small bomblet generators on the wing hardpoints, just in case. He hadn't needed any of the weapons systems as of yet though, mostly because it was suspiciously quiet. Of course he appreciated the downtime as it let him go grab a drink at the ramshackle cantina they had set up. He set the ship down not too far from the so called building and once all the systems were shut down he climbed out of the cockpit, taking off his helmet for now.

Upon entering the bar he sauntered up to the counter and took a seat, hardly even noticing if anyone was next to him or not. When he asked for his drink he sounded exhausted.

"Corellian ale. Keep 'em coming if you would. Recon flights are the worst. Not enough action, just keep circling and reporting on a patch of ground. Least I'm getting paid I guess."

He set his datapad down on the bar in front of him and fixed his eyes on the data, scanning it over and over, looking for anything that could be indicative of Imperial presence near the forward operating base. Nothing that sent up immediate red flags. He'd have to cover more ground soon, but for now he'd wait for his drink while trying to work out where he would focus his next scans.

 

[Maggie-Rae Americus]

Objective 1: Set Up Camp, sneak out and gamble
Post: 1
About to run into: [member="Kintel Ee’everwest"]

“You mean I gotta work ‘round here, Jo?” Her uncle gave her a weary stare that spoke volumes. The redhead could tell he wasn’t going to budge. Maggie-Rae said, “Fine, I get it. I gotta earn my keep I s’pose.” Whatever job she took, she’d get to keep 70% and 30% would go to [member="Jo Americus"] who owned the Haseria Settlement. It seemed a little like price gouging, but when she did her research, that seemed to be the galaxy standard.

In order to earn this keep, Mags signed up with the CIS military, which not only would give her a stipend but lots of other perks like free travel, plenty of meals and they let her wear her beskar'gam. And the weapons? She would have access to everything from a Baragwin assault gun to a shoulder mounted phased pulse cannon. And sure ‘nuff, the Americus girl found herself stationed on Tarsunt, cutting short her long horse rides ‘round the ranch each lazy afternoon on Haserina.

But all of this assembling and setting up and tearing down was making Mags thirsty and not just for water. When she had a break, the redhead slipped out unnoticed, taking a speeder taxi to the nearest town where she’d heard there were droid fighting rings.

While her armor felt like a second skin, Maggie-Rae didn’t want to wear it in case someone reported her back to the Confederacy camp. Instead she wore the next best thing - something small, short and tight with a splash of red to match her hair and nails.

She sipped a colorful drink through a straw and spoke up when the betting droid came around to gather the wagers: “One hundred credits on the little, black astromech. He’s pint-sized but I bet he packs a punch.” Takes one to know one, she thought, spending her money all wantonly like she had piles of it back home.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

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Location: Camp Outskirts | Objective: Scout out the area | Tags: ​

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The evening sun was beaming down on Cardinal to the point where he was drenched in a layer of sweat. He was kneeling on a dune overlooking the Confederate camp, sipping at a canteen filled with cool water. He noticed that the camp was beginning to expand into it's full capacity and was starting to resemble a small town as opposed to a makeshift encampment. A soft beeping came from Cardinal's ear, causing him to set his canteen down into the sand. "This is Cardinal, go ahead."

"Sir. We've found some tracks not far from where we landed. About ten clicks south of your position." Cardinal drew his lips into a thin line, looking to the south with a slight smile. "Alright. Get after them but do not engage until I get there." He ordered.

"Yes Dominus." The voice replied before he heard the soft click of the comm channel being cut.

Cardinal turned back to the speeder bike behind him. He was clothed in thick brown robes, covering his Obsidian Strike Armor set. The brown rag-like robes were much harder to see in this terrain as opposed to his jet black armor. With a mental command his helmet materialized around his head as he climbed on to the side of his speeder bike. Revving the bike, Cardinal sped away from the encampment and quickly made his way for the other Knights ahead of him.

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[Kurenai Yumi]

Objective: Indiana Jonesing it up
Equipment: Armor l Lightsaber Yari l Pistol
Location: Start of salt flats
Post: 1

It felt like it had been an eternity since she had last been on some treasure hunt, not that many would suspect the stoic knight to be an expert in the field of tomb raiding and archeology. Helped being a few hundred years old and having a family even older, most stuff people would have to study long and hard to know about was more just second nature to her at this point in time.

Standing at the edge of the salt flat Kurenai raised her hand, feeling the force throughout the large white desert plain, stretching as far as the eye could see. It would take time, but if she was patient, not interpreted and able to concentrate, maybe, just maybe the force emanating crystals would call out to her. Though why was she searching for crystals? She had already a saber, though with her likeness for firearms and other weaponry Kurenai wanted to a custom saber of sorts.

As such some new crystals were required, one already in her safe back at bases for the double crystal saber, an Opila type, now all Kurenai needed was the rarer and stronger pontite crystal to make the blade stronger. All that was required was that pull from the crystal, waiting for the small force signature to appear and lead her towards the goal.

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Operation Hide and Seek​

Post #1​

Attn: [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]​

Equipment: Wither (Sith Sword) | The Triad (Lightsabers) | KC-95 Blaster Pistol | PA-1N Enhanced Interrogation Device | Ri-Akuti (Amulet)​

Troops: 2x Psi Corps Operatives | 5x Wolfguards | 10x Blackwatch Operatives | Whisper​

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• Confederate Campsite
  Surface of Tarsunt

There were a few maxims which stood as absolutes in the galaxy, something which everyone knew and did not require extensive explanation. Don't fly too close to a black hole. Don't grab a lightsaber by the blade. Don't mess with the Confederacy.

The Empire had messed with the Confederacy.

Black-and-red striped Lambda-class shuttles descended upon the Confederate camp under an escort of T-Wing Stealth Fighters, elite Nelvaanian spacecraft that were well-known for their impressive maneuverability. The shuttles would not stop at the camp for long, rather they would unload some supplies, inspect the situation and move on to their respective objectives.

Some of them contained a number of Ultranauts and Battle Droids, which would be deployed to several locations at varying distance from the camp in order to set up a forward defensive perimeter and erect watchtowers in order to alert the camp in case any hostile force was inbound. It was just standard procedure, most likely unnecessary, but under Darth Tacitus' command, the Confederate Navy had been drilled to a level of discipline and excellence which rivaled that of the most effective military forces in galactic history. Standard procedure was always adhered to.

The lead shuttle, however, contained a different cargo. Hovering above the camp for a few seconds, it then split away from the formation and sped up towards its destination, flanked by a pair of escorting fighters. The shuttle was headed towards the location where the Knights Obsidian had gathered and its passengers would assist in the operation to apprehend the criminals which had bothered the Confederacy. It was ironic, that an imperial-designed shuttle was delivering the imperials their doom.

"Dominus Vi'dreya," the Obsidian leader's comlink came to life with Tacitus' voice. "This is the Lord of Admirals. I am en-route to your location with a number of reinforcements."

 

[Unlinked]

Post: 2
Objective: 1
Wearing: This
Wielding: DC-15S Dual DC-17 Pistols
Tags: [Member=Lirka Ka]

He looked up at the armoured woman who just entered his office, slightly annoyed, and his face showed it. "I assume you are Captain Lirka Ka of the Nickel Company in the Iron Crusade? Good, what needs to be done is clear the surrounding area of wildlife, by any means, if it has not been done already. After that, set up perimeter patrols, and regular guards for the entrances. And send me weekly reports on your Company, and at the end of this rotation, the current progress of the clearing of wildlife, and I want reports of the patrols after every patrol shift is done. I also want reports from the entrance guards. This will all follow the template of: Designation, rank, starting time, finishing time, occurrences, and finally, recommended action on what must be done, that is, if the unit is organic. Do I make myself understood, Captain?"

He pressed a button on his desk, giving the Captain the details for sending the reports, and access to the Lieutenant General's commlink.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Well, Lirka has just learned how much she didn’t care for being ordered around. But she didn’t vocalize her concerns, just staying as a brick of Dura-Armor with a hint of malice. What she got out of that was do the basic work but tell everything there was to know about...bureaucracy, well. Knew which part of the military thing she didn’t like.

Without anything but a nod she turned on her heels and left, work to be done, it seemed. The actual clearings would be easy enough, Lirka did quite favor many of the Tank-formed Droids, the GATs of her company spreading out to kill anything that could prove to be a threat. Though the concept of binding herself here while the other forces hunted was, painful. But it just ended up as sending small squadrons of droids with macrobinoculars to see if anything actually important showed up.

Drivel, is what she would’ve called it.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Location: Camp Outskirts | Objective: Scout out the area | Tags: [member="Darth Tacitus"]

Cardinal’s speeder flew over a dune causing the Dominus to stand in preparation for the bikes impact. The moment the repulsors slammed into the sand he would continue to speed towards his destination. He looked up to a nearby formation of rocks and stones with a slight scowl underneath his black and crimson helmet. Unless the heat was beginning to get to him Cardinal was more than sure he saw a stray blaster bolt fly into the air, impacting the side of one of the large rock pillars.

“Damn it…” He cursed, just as his comm link gave off a distinct beep. Once he opened the channel he could hear the Lord of Admirals voice in his ear. Reinforcements had arrived, likely in very good time.

“Copy Lord Tacitus. I believe the Imperials have already engaged my men. Your support will be appreciated, out.” With no more to be said, Cardinal deactivated his comm link. Cresting the last dune, Cardinal’s eyes focused on the scene before him with an analytical gaze. The Imperial force seemed to be embedding their defenses within the stone forest, their blaster fire pelting a defending squad of Cardinal’s Knights. There was far from an army of Imperials, yet the soldiers seemed to have the superiority of long range weaponry over Cardinals Knights.

As the rangefinder in his helmet scanned over the terrain he realized there would be little chance of moving heavy armor in between the stone columns.

“We’ll have to do this the-”

Smack!

A loud impact slammed into the side of Cardinal’s speeder bike causing him to immediately leap back over the dune. Sand and rock flowed around him as if he had gone swimming in the vast dunes. A hand slammed in the sand as his boots found some bit of traction and he was able to halt his fall. Now the Dominus could see why his knights were struggling with advancing on the enemy position.

Snipers.

 

[Kintel Ee’everwest]

TARSUNT
DROID FIGHTING ARENA
INTERACTING WITH: [member="Maggie-Rae Americus"]
POST: One

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Being considered one of the top 50 most eligible bachelors on Naboo was not everything it was cracked up to be. Kintel might have enjoyed the attention he got from it, and he may have even used it to his advantage at times, but the one thing that he did not do was pretend to think that it was going to make his life easier. The holoshoot had been interesting, but it was certainly something his parents had put him up to, after all his sisters had been disappointments for the most part, and it was up to him to carry on the family legacy.

Legacy was all they seemed to care about, and while trying to make his parents happy afforded him a nice career opportunity, it wasn’t exactly a happy life. This was why he had turned to things like gambling and women. It wasn’t exactly a secret that there was some scandal that surrounded the only son of the Ee’verwest family. The rumors were not entirely true, but they were not entirely false. On occasion he was seen on purpose, but today, he was not interested in being found.

That was why he was on Tarsunt. No one was going to know who he was here, and he didn’t have to wear a massively uncomfortable suit either. Of course his attempt to look like he did not come from money, still made him look like he came from money. The outfit certainly didn’t scream that he was poor, or some kind of spacer, and it allowed him to place a significantly large bet on the droid which his sources had told him was set to win. This part of the scandal was true, Kintel knew the people that fixed most of the fights, and it was rare he actually lost. He had to on occasion to keep face, but today he was guaranteed a decent haul.

As he walked up to the pit, his eyes caught sight of a fiery looking gal, at least her hair was the color of it. He had not meant to overhear her bet, but he interrupted before the man she handed the credits to walked off with her bet. “Put it on the other one,” he whispered into his man’s ear. A curt nod was given as Kintel slipped the man 100 credits of his own to pay him off for switching the woman’s bet.

Coming up next to her, Kintel leaned over the edge, looked over at her, and gave a slight wink. He didn’t care if it was cheesy, it was just how Kintel was. He had his own flavor to him that made him rather likeable. His swagger and confidence more than made up for anything his cheesy nature took away from him.

“I cannot say I’ve seen you here before. Is this your first time to the pits? I’m Kintel by the way. Would you mind if I joined you?”

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[Kaden Farr]

TARSUNT
DROID FIGHTING ARENA
INTERACTING WITH: [member="Daisy Americus"]
POST: Two​

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It was once said that a soul lost in the Netherworld was lost for good. That was not true of Kaden Mantis. The young Mando’ad had met death too soon, and while his body was rotting in the ground, his soul fought to remain strong and vigorous. There were even times where he felt as though he could pass beyond the veil of death and back into the world of the living. It was an odd thing considering this was not something he had ever thought possible for one that was force dead. Could it be he was not?

Kaden took pride in the fact he had left a crack in the walls of sinners rue, and the scar it bore was still visible from the day he had created it. To think he had broken the boundaries of the Netherworld for one who would not love him back was something that had made him grow bitter. The man was becoming as hard a man as he had ever been, and those who knew him who had said his heart was lined with beskar would only be more right now. Each day that passed which his riduur did not come for him was another day that he became more unfeeling.

There was a deep and pressing need, no a desire, to escape the confines of his prison. He had left Aditya behind. The deep and dark corners of the hellacious place were much more welcoming and inviting than she was. The deeper Kaden traveled, the more he seemed to thrive. There was something there, someone perhaps, calling to him, feeding him, and making him strong. It was in the darkness he felt whole, he was complete.

His senses were not adequate enough to describe the place he was in. All he knew was that it was dark and that it was strong. As he sat on the ground what felt like the bones of many warriors long dead crunched beneath his weight. His eyes closed and he reached out past the veil, trying to reach out to anyone that would hear him. Kaden was desperate to be free, and someone needed to hear him. There had to be someone that was willing to pluck him out from the pit that consumed him.

Kaden found a mind, something. He projected himself as best he could, hoping this person would see him. With all his energy and effort, there was one message that he sent. Two simple words were all he could manage before the veil would close once more.

“Save me…”

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[Unlinked]

Post: 3
Objective: 1
Wearing: This
Wielding: Dual DC-17 Pistols

He got up from his desk after making one last call, he figured his call to the Dominus Prime could wait, aswell as his call to the Admiral Tacitus, he then took off his armour, and put on black cotton pants. He then put on a white, flannelette uniform shirt, tucking it into his pants, rolling up the sleeves, button it up, then took his gray coat, and swung it onto himself. He took the appropriate rank badge, and put it on, then looked in the mirror, combed his hair, and stared at his empty left eye socket, and put a pure black eyepatch over it. Finally, he put a black belt on, it had a silver buckle on it, he then took two DC-17 pistol holsters, and attached it to the belt, and slid his DC-17s into them. He then grabbed black gloves, and put them on.

He left his office, dismissing the magnaguards, before they went to follow him, and he crossed over to the make-shift cantina, and went in, then walked to the bar. He walked up to the barkeep, and ordered, his voice gruff, and deep. "I'll have a Fox Beer and Nabooian Whiskey." He slid five hundred credits across the table to the barkeep, it was obviously far too much, and the look on the Lieutenant General's face pointed out that he knew he over payed, and quite frankly, couldn't care less. His rank badge would clearly point out what he was, a Lieutenant General/Fleet Marshal(Possibly Grand Marshal?) of the Confederacy, to any who knew what the badge meant, and how to read it. He then went to sit at an empty table, and began the walk.

 

[VildarnTentoria]

<From “Void”ed Check>

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Crystal Catch | Dominion of Tarsunt
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Objective: 3
Goal: Liberate Tarsunt
Post: 1
Location: Tarsunt
Time: Morning
Tags: [member="Lirka Ka"]

The Storm Fleet vessel, Stars To Embers approached the desert world of Tarsunt. He’d had a fairly close call at Void Station, now the Imperials had fled here, command had informed him the local native Tarsunt were quite interested in joining the Confederacy and thus he had been chosen as the escort of a Krantian diplomat. Then there was the fact the planet was a hotbed of resources, such mining rights would also need to be discussed and so he’d been given the honour of transporting some Geonosian representatives to the world to look into the matter.

Confederate forces had already moved on the planet, ships were gathered around the planet, here in hopes of eliminating all Imperial presence on the planet and hopefully ending any remaining Imperial influence once and for all. To assist with this task, two landing craft had been fitted to the docking ports of the Munificent Star Frigate before leaving Hypori.

“A main base has already been established for CIS forces below.” Lieutenant Brook said marvelling at the majesty of the planet that seemed to have a golden glow to it.

“Hard to imagine sometimes, a planet with such a lack of water.” Vildarn said wondering how sentients tolerated it.

Any Imperial vessels detected?” Vildarn asked Lieutenant Phophis.

“Negative Sir, in fact resistance on the ground so far has been, minimal as of yet.” the serpent officer replied.

“Very well, I’ll head down to the planet’s surface and prepare a forward outpost from the main base, send word to the Tarsunt representative that well be meeting soon.” Riding a lander down was always a slightly more bumpy experience.

“Inform command that the Stars To Embers has arrived.” he exited out of the bridge to meet up with the Confederacy representatives awaiting transport down to the planet’s surface.

 

[Unlinked]

Post: 4
Objective: 1
Wearing: This
Wielding: Dual DC-17 Pistols
Tags: [Member=VildarnTentoria]

After only a few moments of sitting at the table, waiting for his drinks, his holocom buzzed. Notifying him that there was an incoming call from a Munificent-class Capital Ship. He got up, telling the barkeep to give the drinks to whoever may want them, and five rounds on him. He then walked out of the cantina, back to his office, answering the holocall on the way. "Lieutenant General Caranekka Sigmaeus of the Adamantine Corps, operating at Tarsunt Base Camp, you may speak." Once the Lieutenant had introduced himself, and notified him of the arrival of the Commander and the representatives. When he got back to his office, he ended the holocall, and changed his clothes, keeping the eye patch on, to more Uniform Clothes. His blaster holsters still on each leg, with his DC-17's in them.

He marched over to the landing pad where the Commander and Representative's shuttle(s) would land, he then stood there, his hands clasped behind his back. Awaiting the shuttle would be an unholy wait, by guess, though it depends on the flying, if the area were to be considered a war or battlezone, the shuttle would land quickly, and fly quicker. Though, if the situation was considered docile, the shuttle would take it's time, it was all a matter of waiting now.

 

[Caid Centurion]

Objective: 3
Wearing: Light armor over lightweight black and crimson robes
Tags: [member="Alwine Lechner"]
Post: 1

The Nightstalker cut silently and effortlessly through the skies over Tarsunt. Seated in his command chair, Caid's silver-green eyes were focused intensely not on the forward vieport but the holographic sensor display projecting near his right thigh. "Standby for another course update." Caid and his apprentice, Alwine, had arrived to the Void Station soiree too late to play a significant role. However, in the days that followed, a massive search effort had been undertaken to locate the wayward survivors.

Rather than join in on the main effort, Caid had taken it upon himself to order one of the lower level prisoners transferred into his custody. Their 'guest' was presently secured in the cargo bay on the first level of the Daisya-class Infiltrator. Caid knew that attempting to get information out of a more senior official likely would have been worthless. The individual either would have taken too much time to crack, or they simply would have no idea where the bulk of personnel were planning to rendezvous. A regular soldier though...cannon fodder to the Imperials? That was where Caid and Alwine had made their money. If nothing else, junior personnel gossiped and made 'what if' plans to no end. Further more, Caid suspected the man's status as the Sith Lord's guest was better than he'd ever been treated.

That wasn't going to last.

With general information from Knights Obsidian operatives and that obtained from their Imperial guest, Caid and his crew had managed to isolate a likely location. From there, the Nightstalker had made multiple sensor runs over areas that Caid had sensed contained a large compilation of life-signs. In short, he was able to constantly update a navigational plot in real time that correlated all information. With the final vectors loaded, Caid issued final instructions to the crimson-robed Endelaan Warriors piloting the vessel. "Lay in this final approach course. Set us down six hundred meters to the east of the possible target location, downwind and below that ridge-line."

"As you command, Your Highness."

With a satisfied nod, Caid came to his feet. The moment he did, he realized that Alwine was still sitting in one of the jump seats near the rear of the flight deck. Smirking, he made but one comment with a faux-disappointed expression. "No white dress this time...?"

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

[-SOUNDTRACK: BSG DEADLOCK-]​

Operation Hide and Seek​

Post #2​

Attn: [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]​

Equipment: Wither (Sith Sword) | The Triad (Lightsabers) | KC-95 Blaster Pistol | PA-1N Enhanced Interrogation Device | Ri-Akuti (Amulet)​

Troops: 2x Psi Corps Operatives | 5x Wolfguards | 10x Blackwatch Operatives | Whisper​

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• Stone Columns
  Surface of Tarsunt

The small formation of spacecraft flew towards the Knights Obsidian's location as fast as they dared to without risking crashing into some obstacle. In order to avoid detection by enemy sensors, they hugged the ground as closely as they could, a tactic which would not have worked a mere few years ago, as any ships in orbit would have picked up their position with ease. These days, however, what was left of the Empire did not have the means to challenge the Confederacy's complete supremacy over the planet's orbit.

Indeed, things had changed drastically. A few years back, Tacitus and his ragged band of refugees were being chased around the galaxy by the Empire's forces. Now, the roles had been reversed and it was Tacitus and his Confederate compatriots that were doing all the hunting.

As they approached the landing site, the two fighters broke away from the shuttle and swooped over the last dunes, popping smoke canisters into the columns and over the open ground leading up to them, giving the shuttle the cover it needed to make its approach and also helping conceal any troops on the ground from enterprising snipers. The fighters could not open fire on the columns themselves, there was too great a risk of causing a collapse that would make it even more difficult for the Confederates to navigate the terrain, so they broke away and pulled up towards space, while the shuttle hurriedly landed to unload its occupants.

Tacitus and his troops exited the small spacecraft in a well-coordinated formation which showed their discipline and level of training. Wolfguards brought their slugthrower rifles to bear and unleashed a barrage of covering fire as Blackwatch operatives fanned out to avoid being struck by grenades or heavy weapons. The S3A blaster rifles that Blackwatch used were only effective at short ranges, however, so the operatives did not waste valuable ammunition firing randomly against distant targets. Instead, they made their approach carefully, moving to support Cardinal and his troops by flanking the enemy and drawing away some of the fire.

The Lord of Admirals did not hang back, either. Three crimson blades sprung to life around him like a protective shield to deflect away incoming blaster bolts, the lightsabers held aloft by the unseen hand of the Force as he calmly approached the Obsidian leader's position, his massive Sithspawn companion close by, darting between mounds of sand like a silent assassin, the Darkside swirling around it and forming visible shadows which danced eerily around the creature. At over two meters tall, the Loth wolf's fangs were the size of small swords and anyone caught in its jaws was in for a very bad day.

Tacitus himself was flanked by two silent figures who took shelter within the protective reach of the Sith Lord's lightsabers. Although their pistols were drawn, these two men were not well-suited for direct combat, serving a very different purpose. They wore long trench coats emblazoned with an all seeing eye and the words Psi Corps written on their chest pockets.