Faction Dark Clouds: Aftermath of Lothal and Mon Cala [Empire of the Lost]

[Sword of the Lost]

Imperial Tyranny​

The Empire is victorious.

However, it was not a victory without cost or sacrifice. Even as a fresh major galactic power, the Tingel Arm Coalition proved that it holds an alarming advantage in industry and manpower over the Lost Empire. More often than not, the Coalition’s massive armies and fleets were brought to bear in such a fashion that the Empire simply had no answer against such overwhelming force. Thus, the Empire was initially forced to retreat from Lothal, with only an unlucky few left behind to hold out against the rebel onslaught.

And yet, against all odds, the Empire has returned.

With the Coalition forced to pull the bulk of their forces from Lothal and Mon Cala after what could only be described as a series of miracles and daring tactical maneuvers, the Empire has seized the initiative. Thus, it now seeks to reimpose Imperial authority over Mon Cala and Lothal, returning not only to reclaim the valuable resources on both planets, but also for revenge.

All the while, the Empire’s planners and decision-makers confer to discuss the critical matters of building up Imperial industry and the next possible steps in the war against the Tingel Arm Coalition.

Objective I: The Return​

The Empire has returned, and it remembers. It remembers the collective treason by Lothal’s population in hiding an entire rebel air force from Imperial authorities. It remembers the merciless sundering of Nilfheim Island. And chiefly, it remembers the slaying of the Emperor.

Such cruel, terrorist acts can not and will not go unpunished. To that end, those Imperials set to retake Lothal have a number of critical objectives. First, they must destroy any remnants of rebel-aligned forces within the city, while relieving the Imperial holdouts. In doing so, they are also tasked with hunting down and interrogating any rebel collaborators, whether they be civilians, mercenaries, insurgents, or simply those who knowingly (or even unknowingly) gave safe harbor to terrorists.

Objective II: Strategic Assessment​

On board the Imperial fast battlecruiser Heimdall, the command vessel of Augustus Von Strauss , various high-ranking figures meet to discuss a slate of critical matters that may yet decide the future of the Empire. In the wake of the terrifying realization that the Coalition holds critical advantages in industry and manpower, plans must be presented that not only address how the Empire will recover from the battles of Lothal and Mon Cala, but also, how it might rebuild its crumbling industry. In particular, such plans must address the damage dealt to the Mon Cala shipyards and how the Navy is to be rebuilt given this limitation. In addition, with the slaying of Emperor Kilran, the loyalty of the clones—a critical component of the Imperial military—must be assured. How will they continue to serve an Empire that is no longer led by the man who created them? What must be done to guarantee their continued service during the Empire’s time of need?

Finally, and perhaps most critically, what is to be the next step in the war against the Tingel Arm Coalition?

Objective III: The Holy Body​

The body of His Imperial Majesty has been triangulated to the wreckage of the Eggman by Moff Teckla Tane . On the sundered Nilfheim Island, Imperial recovery teams have been dispatched to locate and retrieve the body of the Emperor. However, the Imperials must fight through rebel remnants and scavengers who seek to steal the body and any valuable components from the wreckage of the fallen dreadnought. They must also deal with the island’s apocalyptic conditions in the wake of the orbital bombardment, along with impending disastrous weather conditions triggered by falling orbital debris from the space battle.

With the waves looming larger in the horizon, It is a race against time to claim the Emperor’s body before it is stolen by rebel agents, and the island permanently claimed by the seas!

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

Objective 2
Strategic Assessment
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Maldor might have enjoyed having this meeting aboard the Obscurer, if his ship hadn't been in shambles after his final charge.

She was repairable, but it would take a month or more before she looked like herself.

So he was on an executive shuttle, headed for the Heimdall. There, the surviving leadership would perform a crisis reassessment of the situation. And the situation was dire. The Emperor had held power for only one reason: He had the army of clones that the Empire relied upon to occupy new territory.

Maldor could hire mercenaries. Troops could be raised from the Imperial worlds. But those were accumulations that took time. There were only two ways to create an army from whole cloth: You could build an army of droids, as the Trade Federation was wont to do. (And as House Mecetti was increasingly doing, in accordance with his mother's grand plan.) Or you could grow an army of clones. Millions of troops brought to full function over the course of months thanks to memory engrams, rapid growth, and genetic perfection. That's what the Emperor could do.

When he'd been alive.

Now, the ability to create more clones was in question.

Now, the ability to control the clones which already existed was in question.

Now, the whole notion of maintaining the Empire was on the edge of a knife.

And so, emergency meeting.

His shuttle docked with the magnificent Heimdall. He was, gratefully, not murdered in the hangar bay. One never knew what power plays might unfold in the wake of the Emperor's death. Murdering the opposition was always a possibility.

But Maldor had always been careful not to make himself seen as much of a threat. A useful resource. That was his role.

Content with his corner of the galaxy and his small perch of power.

And so... either due to the honor of his host or the image he presented, the death squads were not assembled here.

Instead, an impromptu honor guard, who took him to the place where the meeting would be held.




Sword of the Lost
Augustus Von Strauss

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[B/U-800 "Evelina"]

Location: Lothal City - Lothal
Objective: I - The Return
Sub-Objective: Annihilate the Rebel Cells
Tag: Open!

The interior cabin of the assault lander shook as the craft’s reinforced hull was peppered by incoming fire. For a moment, Evelina thought that the hull might suddenly depressurize, briefly visualizing air and bodies rushing out of the gap as superheated tibanna beams tore through the passenger bay. She briefly thought of jumping out. Fortunately, it didn’t take long for the cabin to settle as the pilot called out over the intercom that they had escaped the worst of the AA fire and were now on the final approach to the landing zone.

With that, Evelina closed her eyes and dipped her head back, before preparing herself for the disembarkation. She powered on her energy shield unit, thereby priming the device to activate at a split-second’s notice to intercept any incoming fire. Then, the assassin pulled two of her chakrams from their place on her hips, the weapons unfolding in her grasp as she quickly tested their weight.

“Are we ready?” Evelina called out to her partner. The Butterfly bounced on the balls of her feet. With the assassination of Rossisai Linsla, her mission (and the mission of those with her) was to take out his surviving lieutenants and to destroy any remaining Coalition-aligned forces in the city.

In short, they were to be one of the vanguard forces for the Empire’s return to Lothal.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit Mk. II
  
  • Arms
    
    • Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Energy Shield
    
    • “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Butterfly Tiara - Energy (2)
• Butterfly Tiara - Sonic (2)
• Blaster Pistol
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Power Cell (4)
• Dampener Aerosol (2)
• Kinetic Concussion Grenade (2)

 

[Pawky]

Objective III: The Holy Body


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Pawketti watched the scene from a cliff's edge. A cliff that was unlikely to survive the day.

The destruction waged here was incredible. He'd never seen anything like it.

"It's a bill and change, that's fersure," Pawky remarked, lowering his macrobinoculars and turning to his right. There, ten other Squib Scouts were arrayed, some of them watching the scene with their own telescopic devices. Ten Scouts with ten Scout Ships, and it was a drop compared to the ocean he wished he'd had here, today.

A great battle had been fought here between the Tingle Arm Coalition and the Empire of the Lost. Truly Lost now, if Pawky understood things. Surely only the Emperor himself would have been permitted to ride aboard that big ship. If the Emperor had fallen out of the sky along with the Super Star Destroyer, then the Empire was in trouble, no matter who won this fight.

"Island got bomb bombardiered," Fiesca-Pawpace remarked, gesturing to the magma-spire that had formed around the destroyer, "then down comes big ole ship. Crash. Broke the Magma pocket. Cracked the mantle. Let in the Ocean. We gots maybe two hours. Maybe less before it all goes glug glug, Ocean and Lava. Don't know which'll be first. Maybe both. Steam explosion. Hot bath I don't wanna take."

Pawky nodded, "You said it, Fie. So we move fast. Empire be back swooping here afore long. Once they finish counting the score on the rads. More than one reason for us to zoom."

The other Squib all nodded their agreement, and made murmurs of assent.

Drokin-Damdring lifted a paw, "Maybe we need to worry on the rad bill, ourselves."

"The bill is cheap," Pawky promised, "Rads not so thick with the storm winds blowing in. All of it goin' thataway." He gestured behind them. "Besides, we'll hoard up all the rad drugs we want with the winnings, boys and girls. Let's stop yapping and start salvaging!"

With that declaration, they all moved back to board their ships. A short hop over the steamy magma field, and then quick work on the Super Star Destroyer. They'd have enough salvage to buy a new Momship if they wanted!

It was just like it said in the Squib Rules of Trade. The Empire's bad luck could be the Squib's fortune.

So sayeth Squib Rule of Trade Number Five: Luck is like a coin. If it's bad, flip it over and cash it in!

Unfortunately, unbeknownst to Pawky, that flipped coin was about to flip again. Even as he powered up his engines, Imperial forces were closing in, having made the same judgment that the Squib had made: The Rad levels were low enough.

It was time to grab what they wanted.



Mellifluous Magenta

 

[Darth Rasnuhl]

Objective II: Strategic Assessment​

Tags: Maldor Mecetti | Illithor Du'thra | Augustus Von Strauss | Sword of the Lost |

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Darth Rasnuhl sped to the destination of the Heimdall aboard the Imperious the Impetum Heavy Cruiser still had the scorch marks and pock marks from the battle of Dac but that was of little concern. He had brought the CEO of Du'Thra Engineering Illithor Du'thra along to explain the more technical side of what he was bringing up.

The battle had been hard fought, The Empire of the Lost had only a token force that was near enough to defend them sudden TAC attack along with the fast reaction force. The late Emperor Velran Kilran had paid the heftiest, and ultimate price of his life & most of his fleet. Although a few catastrophically damaged ships may be salvaged, repaired, and put back into service as a memorial & show of might.... if they could sort things out fast enough.

What Darth Rasnuhl did bring to the meeting... was hope. His friend and producer of Darth Rasnuhl's military assets was largely an unknown to everyone. Sure they had a long standing reputation but that was from building engines of various sizes not for whole ships. The blue streaks of hyperspace came to an end revealing the massive ship Heimdall in comparison to the not even 900m Impetum.

Darth Rasnuhl with his helmet off and hood down then looked at Illithor "Well its time to board the shuttle to get to the meeting. There are many you need to meet. It will be good for business, perhaps we can finally annex the system so your operations will be better secured." The Truth of the matter was Darth Rasnuhl didn't have many organic troops, but he had a lot of ships crewed by droids in reserve yet to be seen by the wider Empire.

Arriving aboard the massive ship he was accompanied by Illithor, two guards and the two custodians that follow every Moff around. Although his two had quite a few hours sparring with Darth Rasnuhl's military trainers honing their skills further. Entering the bay Darth Rasnuhl saluted the military rank and file before they were escorted to the meeting.

 

[Myri Dara]

Objective: I: The Return
Location: Rebel Communications Bunker, Capital City, Lothal
Equipment:

• Light Armor
• HUD goggles
• Overseer-pattern HPI Biochip
• FAE/P-02 "Phoenix" Winged Jetpack
• KC-77N Hybrid Pistols x2
• Knuckle plate vibro blade
• Explosive Charges

Tag: Amiggie Lutih | OPEN
Dialogue Legend: "Galactic Basic" | << comm. channel >>

Myri was not present for the Battle of Lothal. From the reports she was given on her current mission, she was glad to have missed the bulk of the fighting. Though knowing that her friend Ami was a part of it all she worried about what she might find now that she was being sent in. Even with Imperial control of orbit and most of the cities, Myri was brought on planet in a stealth transport and was told to keep a low profile. It seemed that NISB was not the most popular organization within the Empire due to the failures of the now former-Interim Staff Director.

Armored up with her blasters at her side, Myri made her way from the NISB dock on the outskirts of the city to the edges of the war-scorched hub of Lothal. The mission was quite simple. The bulk of the Imperial ground forces were holding in orbit until broad communication could be restored. While there were quite a few special force units already working to clean up the remaining rebels, the Imperial wave of might was not ready to roll through the cities until they could be coordinated.

At least that’s what Myri assumed was going to happen. She wasn’t in touch with military brass. She didn’t know that the intentions of the Empire was a bit more destructive than a show of force. At the moment, focused bombardments were taking place throughout the city. But that wouldn’t disrupt Myri’s mission.

<<Ami. You out here? I’ve found a jamming station. Get your ass over here!>> Myri called out as she found the first objective. The junior field agent sauntered up to the station’s door and started pressing buttons. If the rebels left in a hurry she hoped they would have forgotten to lock the door. She shook her head as the door merely beeped negatively at her. <<Bring something to get through a blast door. Unless you know how to slice these things.>> Myri was learning that skill, but she didn’t think her slicing tools would be necessary.

 

[Imperial Information Network]

This is the Empire Hour on the Imperial Information Network. Where every week for one hour, we give you the stories that you need to know and what to look forward to. Now here are your hosts of the Empire Hour; Grice Minne and Lufta Kene

”Welcome citizens to the show that gives a week’s worth of news in one hour,” the male anchor greeted the viewers as a the camera focused on him and his female co-anchor. ”As always I am Grice Minne. In this difficult time for the Empire I will be taking the lead on the stories flowing in from Dac as through great sacrifice the Empire was able to push back a dastardly plot by rebels to overthrow our rightful rule over the planet.

”And I’m Lufta Kene,” the female anchor continued. I will be giving you all the news of what is going on in the mop up efforts after successfully deflecting a separate uprising on the planet Lothal. Two terrible atrocities perpetrated by the same villainous rebel organization with the same result.”

”First though, no news is more important, horrifying and saddening than the news that our hallowed leader, Emperor @Vilran Kilran has taken his last breath in defense of the Empire that he worked so hard to make a bright spot at the edge of our galaxy. The Emperor along with his great vessel The Eggman were locked in a tremendous battle in the orbit of the planet Dac. Ultimately the enemy was too much, but the Emperor and his valiant fleet held for as long as they could. Like a true hero Emperor Vilran fought to the very end and his sacrifice held the exceptionally funded rebels just long enough for reinforcements to arrive and Dac was preserved from the treachery of the rebels. Now efforts in the seas of Dac are underway to recover the remains of our great Emperor and bring him back home to be honored by a reverent group of loyal followers who will now have to pick up the pieces and move forward…

“Though we have not been able to get much information from the surface of Dac in what damage has been done from the rebellion, and where we stand on the search for our guiding light, the news from orbit is that it has been littered with the remnants of disabled or destroyed ships. For more on this story we’re going to go to Olin Korra on the clean up vessel Delivery...”

”Thank you Grice. As you mentioned the communication between the surface and even so close by in orbit has been disrupted. Dropships have been sent from fleets to the surface, so I assume that the military has some sort of ability to coordinate, but other than that no information is getting off the planet. Military leaders have told me that they are fairly certain they have a starting point in their recovery efforts when it comes to what the ultimate fate of our Emperor was, but beyond that they have remained quite hushed. Here in orbit The arrival of a large reinforcement fleet has sent the rebels on their way, now the focus is on cleaning up the wreckage that was left in the violent wake of these fanatics. With me to discuss these efforts is Ensign Sola Tille.”

The camera pans away from the field reporter to a young woman looking out a viewport of the Delivery to a scene of a naval graveyard. She turns to the camera and does her best to give a smile.

”It is such a shame. Such a waste for all these ships to be destroyed like this. For all the personnel we lost. In the name of the Emperor I hope that these evildoers are shown the error of their ways…Oh…I’m sorry. That’s not what you are looking for is it?”

”I appreciate your passion Ensign, and I feel that your sentiments are shared by many throughout the Empire that are receiving this horrible news. What is the status of the clean up process?

”Of course it will be a slow go. We will likely need to divert all shipbuilding from Dac to other shipyards in the sector. Any salvageable ships will be towed to the shipyards here and begin the reconstruction repairs necessary so that they can serve their purpose once more. Recovery crews will be working through the rubble of what can’t be rebuilt, bringing whatever bodies they can to be sent off properly. That operation will take weeks. Once the military is finally done with their mission and all is left is space trash we will call in salvage companies to do the rest of the work. Even that will take a great amount of time. Then we can turn our focus to the destruction on the surface. The Empire might have saved Dac from these rebels, but it will be a long time before it can be restored to former glory.”

”Thank you for that update Ensign. So there you have it. The high price of greatness has been paid here in the orbit of Dac and surely in the seas down below. In time we hope to bring you more news from the surface, until then back to you in the studio.”

”Thank you Olin for that report. We look forward to hearing more in the weeks to come. As all citizens know Dac was not the only place where things were thrown asunder by ravenous outlaws. Lothal also was placed under siege. If all reports are to be believed this attempt did not create quite the same amount of destruction as what is being reported from Dac. That was because the massive rebel assault managed to catch the Imperials underprepared. A lone fleet commanded by the Imperial Crusaders was forced to abandon orbit by a vastly overwhelming fleet of rebels. On the surface the city garrisons were overrun by insurgents while a few special forces platoons did all that they could to secure the valuable resources that Lothal provides to the Empire. Like on Dac it was a matter of time before the Empire could shift resources and bring back control to the system that was threatened by these anarchist tyrants. Like on Dac the price paid was high and the work does not appear to be over yet. We have not been given permission by the military to air some of the footage that we have received, but one thing has come out of these battles. The intelligence community within the Empire which had been turned on its head following the death of NISB Staff Director Alicia Drey was greatly overconfident in the news they had. And the Empire paid a huge price for it.

“As a result of these events former Interim NISB Staff Director Valsi Harcourt has been relieved of his duties. It is believed that he is in custody of the Imperial Crusaders, questioned under the possibility that he may be a traitor instilled by whoever had the former Staff Director killed. I’m sure there will be plenty of news on this situation in the days and weeks to come as the NISB tries to come back and establish its worth to the new Empress going forward.”

Three uplifting propaganda stories are given to the citizenry that have little bearing on galactic events. Showing how lucky they are to be in the Empire and what that Empire does for its people. Finally the show was ready to come to a close and the camera shows Grice and Lufta at the news desk.

”That is nearly all for this week’s Empire Hour, but I have received a bit of news. The Empire is scheduling a celebration of the life of Velran Kilran for next week held here in Lianna City. With all luck we will be able to lay our fearless leader to rest and honor how much he has given each and every one of us.”

”That’s right Grice. I know the Empire will come out and show just what a difference the Emperor made. And support his lovely daughter, the new Empress as she makes her own mark on the galaxy. Now however it’s time to sign off. For the Emperor!”

 

[Amiggie Lutih]

Objective I: The Return​

FAE/A-11 Imperial Stormtrooper Armor
LO-26R
IG-14 Blaster Pistol
x4 Thermal Detonator
x 4 Smoke Grenade

As the transport began to silently descend towards the rooftop of one of the many megatowers on Lothal City, Amiggie stared at state of the battle. Rain started gently pour down while burning skyscrapers and flickering lights fill the night sky, while faint sounds of anti-air turrets were heard from a distance. Ami's helmet lay near her foot, rapid radio chatter buzzing inside of it, the Stormtrooper didn't pay attention continue stare longingly at the skyline her red hair flowing through the gentle wind. Though Ami barely had time to rest from fighting in the streets of Lothal a few hours ago, received her orders from NISB command to assist an agent in disabling jammers.

"Corporal! 10 seconds!" The pilot shouted.

Ami sighed grabbing her helmet and placing it over her head. The transport slowed to crawl beginning to descend towards Myri's location. A smirked formed on Ami's face while she grabbed her LMG placing it in her hands. "I'm right here Buttercup!" Ami shouted exiting the transport when it touched the floor. "Sorry for the wait, but I had to get picked up from the CP at Lothal Fuel Depo."

It was so good to see Myri again, even though she didn't want to admit it to her face, Ami missed her Buttercup. She also had a lot of questions to ask her, when the fighting died down, rumors of the Emperor's death were spoken amongst the soldiers. Ami wondered if Myri had any insight since she was part of the spooks. "So are the rumors true?" Ami asked grabbing a charge satchel from her belt. "Did the Emperor really kick the bucket at Mon Cala? Bunch of soldiers were saying that the Emperor went down with his ship while fighting the rebels in space. I didn't believe them though, I mean come on! A bunch of rebel rats killing that crazy old bastard?"

Myri Dara

 

[Shov Brald]

Objective I: The Return​

HIMAR-1 Heavy Imperial Multipurpose Assault Rifle
Personalized IPAPA-1 Imperial Power Assisted Personal Armor
NCE-MW02 "Multi-Blade Vibrosword"
x4 Thermal Detenator
x4 Dioxis Grenade


"The Emperor is dead."

Shov kept repeating the words while the Caestus-class Atmospheric Assault Lander headed for the entrance of Lothal City its thrusters roaring at the distance. The Capital City was under heavy bombardment even after the Tingle Arm Coalition had made a full retreat. Multiple Imperial Star Destroyers hovering above conducted a mass glassing of the city. Heavy plasma rained down from the hull of their ships blanketing the city in a mass ray of purple and white. It was a punishment to the locals of Lothal, the Empire had treated them like a disobedient child hoping that discipline would make Lothal see the error of their ways.

Yet they continued to resist, coordinating with the TAC and retaliated in the most disgusting way possible. The TAC and the Lothal resistance killed many soldiers and civilians without guilt or hesitation. Men and women alike, they were gunned down indiscriminately but the final insult was that they killed him. The man who had united the bickering and quarreling Imperial Factions and transformed them into an Empire that conquered the Tion Cluster. The man, the Emperor: Velran Kilran had fallen to the TAC.

The news quickly spread first as rumor but as more information was gathered, the truth was bare to all to see: The Emperor is dead. Shov didn't know what to feel, he wanted to be angry, sad even but those emotions never arose. Instead he stood there, stunned just like the rest of the Imperials. Glassing the city was the only way to process that shock but even then it was proven difficult. Large pockets of rebel resistance were still fighting the Imperials and the Star Destroyers were still trying to coordinate the glassing but it was hard to do while processing the Emperor's death as well as jammers being placed all over the city.

That task was for the NISB, Shov's mission was to take care of the leader of the resistance. He was somewhere in the city and he was going to find and terminate with extreme prejudice. "Kilo three is hot sir!" The pilot said. "Recommend mission abort!"

"No," Shov replied bluntly. "We press on, we need to get to that Command Post. We have won the battle, why retreat?"

He then looked at his partner: B/U-800 "Evelina" the one who would be accompanying him for this mission. "Are you ready?" he asked.

OOC: Open to anyone!

 

[Myri Dara]

Objective: I: The Return
Location: Rebel Communications Bunker, Capital City, Lothal
Equipment:

• Light Armor
• HUD goggles
• Overseer-pattern HPI Biochip
• FAE/P-02 "Phoenix" Winged Jetpack
• KC-77N Hybrid Pistols x2
• Knuckle plate vibro blade
• Explosive Charges

Tag: Amiggie Lutih | OPEN
Dialogue Legend: "Galactic Basic" | << comm. channel >>

Ami’s voice was always a comfort to Myri on a mission. It meant that someone had her back. More than just because they were on the same side, or completing the same mission. Ami and her had bonded. They were friends. That meant they would fight harder for each other. Even though Myri wasn’t too crazy about being called Buttercup, it was a small sacrifice to be made. ”Haven’t been here long. You going to be able to break us in?” Myri responded to Ami’s apology.

Another good thing about pairing with Ami on missions was that they came at problems from different angles. Myri aimed for precision and Ami usually went with the brute force approach. Myri had forgotten the tools needed for a precise entry into the jamming station. Now she would need to lean on Ami’s way. Even though she questioned it, Myri knew that Ami never was without a method to bash through a door.

When Ami brought up the rumors about the Emperor, the junior agent frowned and nodded her head. ”Recovery mission was ongoing when I arrived at Lothal. But there isn’t much hope. It’s damn near certain that the Emperor is gone. And those rats that did it are still making things a pain in the ass here on Lothal. So let’s open up this can and make them pay for what they did to the Empire.”

 

[Amiggie Lutih]

FAE/A-11 Imperial Stormtrooper Armor
LO-26R
IG-14 Blaster Pistol
x4 Thermal Detonator
x 4 Smoke Grenade

Objective I: The Return​

"The Emperor is dead?!"

The words immediately came out of Ami's mouth as soon as she thought of the words. In her short time serving as a Stormtrooper for the New Imperial and now the Empire of the Lost, Ami thought she saw it all from chaotic battlefields to bodies be torn to pieces to even having a one-night stand with a cute Scout in the middle of a firefight. Yet Ami could never anticipate the fracking Emperor of all people to be killed by rebels. For the first time in what felt like forever, Amiggie fell silent, the beeping of the explosive latched onto the door filled the pregnant pause by the two friends.

"I never got to know him," Ami said. "But man, the soldiers I drank with shared some crazy stories about the Emperor like how the time he used his genius intellect to create a giant robot made from the scrap metal or how he wrestled a Sith spirit with his bare hands."

A lump formed on Ami's throat, was she about to cry? Over a man she never met? The emperor was nuts but he did end providing for the troops and Ami supposed that she was grateful even though she still wasn't able to contact her parents. Still, by all accounts, the Emperor dragged a struggling faction and turned it into a powerhouse with everyone getting a piece of the Pie not just the Moffs. An explosion was heard a large hole was formed on the metal door. Ami gripped her rifle going in first her visor quickly dispersing the thick, white smoke.

"I got your back Buttercup," Ami quickly swallowed the lump stuck inside of her throat, the brief sadness she experienced morphed into anger and fury. Stupid assholes just didn't know when to back down when they've lost. Now they're going to pay. "Find that jammer and leave the rebels to me."

She felt something rolling down her cheek touching her upper lip, when Ami briefly licked it, she could taste the bitter salt staining her tongue.

"I wanna kill them all."

Myri Dara

 

[Myri Dara]

Objective: I: The Return
Location: Rebel Communications Bunker, Capital City, Lothal
Equipment:

• Light Armor
• HUD goggles
• Overseer-pattern HPI Biochip
• FAE/P-02 "Phoenix" Winged Jetpack
• KC-77N Hybrid Pistols x2
• Knuckle plate vibro blade
• Explosive Charges

Tag: Amiggie Lutih | OPEN
Dialogue Legend: "Galactic Basic" | << comm. channel >>

Ami’s shock was not surprising to Myri, when she gave the news of the Emperor’s demise. The only thing near a shock from Myri, was that Ami didn’t curse when she yelped out. Myri understood the emotion in the news. When she found out she wondered what that would mean for the future of the Empire. Would everything fall apart now? The young agent decided that was something time would tell and put her down to complete the next mission. And here she was.

”Presumed…but…yeah…” Myri finally responded in a sad tone. ”Only saw him in holos or reports. He did some awesome and crazy stuff. I hope that the Empire will not fall. I know the Emperor is supposed to be the Empire. But at the same time a good plan can survive the fall of one man. The Empire’ is going to be alright…right?” She didn’t know how much chaos the Emperor had thrown into the galaxy. In her mind the Empire stood for order and she clung to that with all she had.

As expected, Ami was able to crash open the door to the jamming station. Myri couldn’t see what was beneath Ami’s helmet, but maybe when this mission was done and Lothal was under control again maybe they could find somewhere to unwind and chat…or something else. Ami usually wasn’t the type to just chat. There needed to be some other way to rid herself of nervous energy. Usually fighting or drinking. Sometimes she managed both in the same outing.

”Knew you’d take care of it,” Myri said as her tone lightened and she approached the opening to the jamming station. ”Why is it I’m always all business and you get to have all the fun? I might want to take out a few rebels too, you know?”

One of Myri’s blasters was in her hand as she rushed through the now open doorway and into the station. It was really just a secured old storefront, but that didn’t mean that finding the jammer and deactivating it was going to be child’s play. Myri found cover as soon as she entered the reinforced storefront. The men manning the jamming station were caught off guard by the brazen entry so no shots were even taken before she reached the protection of an overturned table.

”Three targets between me and the jammers!” Myri shouted out to Ami. ”I could use some of that killing action!” Myri knew that it would not take long before her pal came in with a boom. She blindly started firing at the three bogies doubting that any meaningful damage would be done. It was more just to keep them busy. Ami would clean up the mess, as promised and Myri crept along keeping as much cover as possible in trying to get a better path to the jammer. These three were just the first wave. There would be more rebels. She was sure of it.

 

[Amiggie Lutih]

FAE/A-11 Imperial Stormtrooper Armor
LO-26R
IG-14 Blaster Pistol
x4 Thermal Detonator
x 4 Smoke Grenade

Objective I: The Return​

Ami always put on a brash persona to wipe away whatever fear that she felt during battle but as her bond with Myri strengthened she had to admit that she would often look to her for a more rational point of view on things. A lot of stuff Myri says is usually driven by her own doomer mentality but she usually said things that was reassuring to Ami. However, even Myri couldn't find a caveat to explain away the Emperor's possible survival. The Emperor's status was in doubt as well as the entire Empire. Another Empire fallen; Ami wondered if she was starting to become a bad luck charm. As soon as she joined the Stormtrooper corps with the New Imperial Order, it fell, and now just when she was starting to get used to the Empire of the Lost, it faces the possibility of collapse.

She hoped that bad luck didn't extend to her parents or Myri. Ami wouldn't know what to do with herself if anything happened to them at least with the Empire collapses should be a mercenary or fight in the pits again. "Right now Buttercup," Ami said her voice darkening. "As much as I love to have fun in these scraps, right now this is personal."

Ami never had a stable life, but every time things looked to come into focus, it quickly comes crashing down. These damn Lothalalians or whatever the frack these locals call themselves. They just had to keep fighting even after they lost, now they just made things worse for them. "I got them!" A flurry of Blaster bolts whizzed past Ami as he quickly ran towards a box for cover. She quickly fired while rushing peppering a rebel on the chest in the process. "Nate!" One of the men shouted.

"Oh now you care," Ami muttered pressing her back against the box. "Where was this compassion when it came to gunning down Imperial citizens?"

She peeked out of cover shooting the man who screamed his comrades name in the leg. The LMG bolt shattering his femur, the man howled in pain as Ami came out of cover bellowing in the process. The last woman standing stared at Ami pale faced as if she'd seen a Kryat Dragon emerged from the ground. She blindly fired her blaster pistol towards the charging Ami but blaster bolts hit nothing but metal wall.

"You suck at aiming fracker!" Ami slammed the butt of her weapon on the woman's face a sickening crunch was heard in the process. The woman's shattered in three places as she fell on the floor writhing in pain. "I surrender!" She cried out holding her hand out in hopes that Ami will show mercy

Though Ami's face was covered by the Stormtrooper helmet, her face underneath was simmering with rage. "There is no mercy," Ami growled. "You killed the Emperor and other innocents on Lothal. We've gave YOU mercy when we won against you the first time we came here."

The woman trembled with fear but said nothing.

"Fool me once......" Ami raised her LMG pointing it at the woman's and fired. Her burst into blood and brains splattering everywhere with some hitting Ami's armor.

"She was surrendering!" The other man screamed tears rolling down his face.

"Yeah I know, I ain't deaf," Ami turned to face him. "But that doesn't mean I accept it."

She fired at the man's skull immediately ending his life. "There is no mercy," Ami growled her lower lip trembling with fury. "Not anymore."

Myri Dara

 

[B/U-800 "Evelina"]

Location: Lothal City - Lothal
Objective: I - The Return
Sub-Objective: Annihilate the Rebel Cells
Tag: Shov Brald

He then looked at his partner: B/U-800 "Evelina" the one who would be accompanying him for this mission. "Are you ready?" he asked.

Evelina nodded and pulled her OmniLink from its place on her belt, before using the device to project four holographic images that depicted their targets—each a surviving lieutenant from the local resistance networks. With their leader slain during the battle by a NISB assassin, they were the only figures standing between the continued survival of the resistance and its complete collapse. It would be up to Evelina and the towering Imperial Paragon at her side to ensure the latter outcome.

“Here are our targets. If we’re lucky, they will all be at the command post.” Evelina said as she gestured towards each of the holoprojected faces. She pointed to Gambo Klutt first, a hulking male Houk with dark blue skin and a fearsome reputation as a former pit fighter. The next was Taus Vert, a male Devaronian with crimson-hued skin, who was known as the principal strategist. Then, there were the human twins, Javan and Jamila Orekul. Javan was known as a gifted slicer, while Jamila was a talented assassin.

A few moments later, Evelina turned off the hologram, trusting that Shov Brald was already aware of the targets. It was information that they had both gone over in the briefing two hours before, but the Butterfly wanted to be sure that it was retained.

“Gambo Klutt and Jamila will be the most dangerous.” Evelina continued. “But Taus and Javan will also present challenges of their own.” The Butterfly stated, before locking the OmniLink back into place on her belt.

From there, Evelina felt the assault lander lurch as it quickly decelerated before coming to a low hover only a couple meters above the landing zone. Seconds later, the disembarkation ramp came open, giving the cue for them to disembark!

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit Mk. II
  
  • Arms
    
    • Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Energy Shield
    
    • “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Butterfly Tiara - Energy (2)
• Butterfly Tiara - Sonic (2)
• Blaster Pistol
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Power Cell (4)
• Dampener Aerosol (2)
• Kinetic Concussion Grenade (2)

 

[Myri Dara]

Objective: I: The Return
Location: Rebel Communications Bunker, Capital City, Lothal
Equipment:

• Light Armor
• HUD goggles
• Overseer-pattern HPI Biochip
• FAE/P-02 "Phoenix" Winged Jetpack
• KC-77N Hybrid Pistols x2
• Knuckle plate vibro blade
• Explosive Charges

Tag: Amiggie Lutih
Dialogue Legend: "Galactic Basic" | << comm. channel >>

Through Myri’s cover fire the real fight started when Ami burst into the room, gun blazing. One of the rebels went down right away. Myri smirked, it was two on two now. The junior field agent stopped firing so wildly and started taking more careful shots as she continued to scoot her way towards the room that her HUD was telling her would contain the jammer. None of her shots were intended to hit living targets, but the fact that she was taking aim made it so that she would see the actions of her friend.

As she moved towards the jammer room a bit more quickly, abandoning the idea of even taking shots to cover her movements, Myri noticed one of the rebels trying to surrender. She grit her teeth and wondered what Ami would do. These three weren’t going to be the only rebels. They had acted in bad faith this whole encounter. It was a good possibility that the surrender was just an attempt to buy time for the rest of the rebels to sway the firefight in their direction.

When Ami refused to accept the surrender and ended the rebel right there, Myri couldn’t help a confident smirk. One more rebel in sight. The young agent had no fear that the already injured man would get past Ami, so Myri didn’t even make an effort to stick to cover as she rose and strode across the entry room to where the goal resided. The death of the last rebel was heard, not seen by Myri. She was proud of her friend’s actions. They didn’t have time to sift through delays. This was war, and the rebel scum hadn’t followed any decorum of war. Now they are dead.

”Holy chit!” Myri exclaimed when she stepped into the next room and saw the functioning jammer and only a single operator. She wasted no time putting a blaster bolt between his eyes and rushed to the jammer. ”Need to shut it down before I can blow it up. Give me a few minutes. Your crash entry and rage killings while effective will likely bring more folks upon us. You’ll need to give me about five minutes then we can hit the road.”

 

[Amiggie Lutih]

FAE/A-11 Imperial Stormtrooper Armor
LO-26R
IG-14 Blaster Pistol
x4 Thermal Detonator
x 4 Smoke Grenade

Objective I: The Return​

It was a soldier's job to kill the enemy, but what was the difference between killing an enemy and murder? Ami wasn't one for philosophy or anything that didn't require her using her fists but seeing the blown off head of the rebel scum who chastised her for killing a surrendering enemy gave Ami a brief pause. "Oh frack it," Ami thought. "If it were the other way around, these stupid ass Lothals will show no mercy to us! We've giving these idiots chance after chance and they spit on our faces. They killed Imperial civilians and killed the Emperor!"

No hesitation, Mom taught Ami to treat others with respect and kindness no matter what. "Mom If you were in my shoes," Ami muttered. "You would see how wrong you really are."

"Take your time Buttercup!" Ami said reloading her LMG, she mounted her weapon on top of the box awaiting any rebel foolish enough to enter through the building. "I'm gonna make some rebel rats bleed!"

As soon as she said that, four bogies began to emerged from the dark, their blaster rifles firing wildly at the Stormtrooper. "GET SOME!" began firing on the rebels who quickly retreated behind cover. "COME ON YA DAMN REBEL BASTARDS!" Anger once again flooded Ami, frack this chit right now she had an appetite for blood.

"Fracking cowardly chit for brains!" Ami threw a thermal detonator next to crates where one of the men were hiding. "Oh chit!" Was all he had to say before the grenade went off. Ami saw chunks of his body fly high in the air and snickered with glee, she saw his comrade come out of hiding to look on in horror as Ami filled his chest with multiple rounds of LMG. The young man's chest burst like a ripe tomato before he fell down motionless.

Multiple blaster bolts whizzed past Ami as she went to hide behind a pillar. "Imperial bastards!" One of the men shouted.

"Bastard?!" Ami yelled. "nerf herder! I'm the grim reaper and I come to collect your fracking life!"

Myri Dara

 

[Shov Brald]

HIMAR-1 Heavy Imperial Multipurpose Assault Rifle
Personalized IPAPA-1 Imperial Power Assisted Personal Armor
NCE-MW02 "Multi-Blade Vibrosword"
x4 Thermal Detenator
x4 Dioxis Grenade

Objective I: The Return​

Shov wasn't keen working with a Clone especially ones from the Butterfly Unit. While the Jango Fett Clones were nothing more than obedient husks no different from Droids. Yet the clones from the Butterfly Unit were more of advanced batch of clones often sent on missions that had to do with subterfuge and assassination often targeting traitorous Moffs for the Emperor. "Former Emperor," Shov thought sadly.

"No matter, we'll kill them all." Shov stated bluntly. "Command has stated that everyone in this city is considered to be hostile. We kill anything that moves while Star Destroyers move in and start glassing the Capital city."

What command really meant was: Avenge your Emperor, take no prisoners. Shov didn't need to be ordered to do that, he already had his mind set on killing rebels. The Tingle Arm Coalition will have their due, but the Lothal locals will face the wrath of the Empire. "This Tingle Arm Coalition are bunch of cowards," Shov said to the Clone. "They claim to come here to liberate Lothal, but as soon as we fought back to avenge our fallen Emperor, they run like Jawas whenever a Smuggler catches them stealing his cargo. They left a lot of rebels to die."

He turned to the Clone. "I hope you're ready, as soon as we land, we'll make contact with the commander that way we have a more accurate lay of the land."

B/U-800 "Evelina"

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Location: Station Nilfheim, Island - Mon Cala
Objective: III - The Holy Body
Tag: Pawky

Ivixa trusted the word of Teckla Tane and the Crusaders who had felt his life fade into the Nether: The Emperor was dead. Still, even trusting those Imperials that were capable of scrying through the metaphysical energy currents, such matters as they pertained to esoteric matters of the Force were foreign to her. Even having fought Force wielders before, the tiny sniper’s knowledge of the Force was largely limited to how it manifested in the physical realm, so that she might better counter it.

Fortunately, Ivixa did not anticipate finding any hostile Force wielders here.

Scanning the island through her rifle’s electro-scope, Ivixa frowned as she took in the scene. The scale of destruction that had been inflicted upon Station Nilfheim and by extension, the island it had been on, was such that it had cracked the planet. What was left was an irradiated death zone, doomed to be swallowed by the ocean in two hours.

That was their timeline. Two hours to find the body of the Emperor.

The radtroopers (and possibly others) accompanying her seemed silent for the moment, allowing Ivixa to continue her work with little distraction. Thus, the tiny sniper continued to sweep her scope across the area, eyes primed to pick out any possible targets, whether they be rebels, dangerous wildlife, or…

Opportunistic salvagers.

Ivixa watched as a group of small beings, not dissimilar to her in stature, climbed into various ships that appeared to be designed as salvaging vessels. Narrowing her eyes, the sniper briefly studied them. It would be easy to call in a squadron of Sestinas or TIEs to destroy the salvaging vessels, but discretion being the better part of valor, Ivixa sensed an opportunity instead.

“I have illegal salvagers in my sights. I’m going to try and raise them on comms.” Ivixa said. Then, with a few quick mental commands, the sniper opened a general broadcast channel, before beginning her address.

“This is Staff Agent Ivixa Nera’kas of the New Imperial Security Bureau to all salvagers, rebels, and unauthorized agents on or around the crash site. You are currently operating within a restricted area. You are ordered to leave now or otherwise report the purpose of your presence. The Empire is willing to tolerate certain actions, but without the necessary authorization, you will be treated as hostile. This is your one and only warning.” Ivixa finished.

Taking a deep breath, Ivixa lowered her rifle and sent a quick command to her probe droid, ordering it to follow a general patrol pattern. In the meantime, she would wait for a response from whoever was in charge of the salvagers.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Ivixa’s Phase II “Glitter Ghost” Sniper Armor
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - R/L
  • Modifications
    
    • FAE/S-14 Headgear System Suite - Updated Version
    • FAE/S-12 “Dream Sight” Combat Sensor System Mk. II - Updated Version
    • Redundant Systems Removed
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Radiation Screener
• Bluebell Heartpiercer
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-100x FAE/S-08 Electro-Scope
  • Ammunition
    
    • 10 Round Magazine (2) - Standard
    • 5 Round Magazine (3) - Standard
    • 5 Round Magazine - Void-Touched Ammunition
• CP-01R CryoBan Pistol (2)
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • CryoBan Cell (5)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Reflec Coating
• ASBF-X86p “Njósnari” Probe Droid
• Class-D Detonator (2)
• CryoBan Grenade (2)

 

[B/U-800 "Evelina"]

Location: Lothal City - Lothal
Objective: I - The Return
Sub-Objective: Annihilate the Rebel Cells
Tag: Shov Brald

"No matter, we'll kill them all." Shov stated bluntly. "Command has stated that everyone in this city is considered to be hostile. We kill anything that moves while Star Destroyers move in and start glassing the Capital city."

Evelina gave a soft, yet all too wicked smile, picking out a tint of irritation in Shov’s tone as she did. They were a kill team, then. She could work with that.

Especially when the mission demanded that she kill everyone.

Still, the four targets were the first priority. With her enhanced memory, it was easy for Evelina to recall their profiles. However, the assassin was still concerned for her partner, especially if she were by some means incapacitated during the mission, leaving him alone to complete it.

He turned to the Clone. "I hope you're ready, as soon as we land, we'll make contact with the commander that way we have a more accurate lay of the land."

“I’m ready now!” Evelina piped up, a feral glint in her lime green eyes as she watched the disembarkation ramp open. “Try to keep up, Paragon!” And with that, the short-statured Butterfly leapt off of the ramp, performing a wholly unnecessary front somersault before landing gracefully in the ruined street, hips sinking low to the ground as she did. At the same time, the assassin shrouded her form in a cloud of blue gas—a blaster-dispersing agent that would dampen any incoming blaster fire to nigh-harmless power levels.

From there, Evelina activated her bodysuit’s adaptive camouflage, blending her into the surrounding environment as she sprinted towards a nearby building. It was only a split-second later that the lander came under fire. The rebels and Coalition remnants had arrived, albeit too late to catch Evelina during her own disembarkation. However, the enemy soldiers would have plenty of time to fire on the Paragon as he made his drop.

For her part, Evelina had no intention of allowing them that privilege for long.

After tracking the blaster fire back to their origin points at the far end of the street, Evelina honed in on a pair of rebels and heaved one chakram, then another towards them, each slipping into total invisibility just as they left her hands. Not even a second later, Evelina’s eyes lit up as the chakrams struck their respective targets, decapitating both of the enemy soldiers in swift, merciless fashion as crimson vitae spurted out from the stumps of their necks in geyser-like fashion. In doing so, the surviving rebels were forced into cover, doubtlessly horrified by the sudden and violent decapitation of their comrades by unseen weapons. In effect, the Paragon would have more than a few moments to disembark without being harried by enemy fire.

“I’m going to flank around.” Evelina said to the hulking super-soldier over comms as she caught her chakrams back in her grasp, their signatures highlighted in her HUD. “Keep them occupied for me, will you?” She added in a quasi-sweet tone that simultaneously left no room for negotiation. And suddenly, the Butterfly exploded off the balls of her feet and launched into a blisteringly fast sprint as she disappeared down the nearby alleyway, her bodysuit’s adaptive camouflage shrouding her form in the process.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit Mk. II
  
  • Arms
    
    • Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Energy Shield
    
    • “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Butterfly Tiara - Energy (2)
• Butterfly Tiara - Sonic (2)
• Blaster Pistol
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Power Cell (4)
• Dampener Aerosol (2)
• Kinetic Concussion Grenade (2)

 

[Pawky]

Objective III: The Holy Body
Aboard the SMC Profit Motive
​

"This is Staff Agent Ivixa Nera'kas of the New Imperial Security Bureau to all salvagers, rebels, and unauthorized agents on or around the crash site. You are currently operating within a restricted area. You are ordered to leave now or otherwise report the purpose of your presence. The Empire is willing to tolerate certain actions, but without the necessary authorization, you will be treated as hostile. This is your one and only warning."


Pawketti Bamblam listened to the message, his ears swiveling forward as he considered what was being said.

He didn't wait long to answer. Answering quickly was a good idea because the Empire wasn't likely to wait long. Answering quickly was also a good idea because one of his fellow Scout Captains might speak before him... and say something he'd prefer they hadn't.

But Pawky didn't answer quickly because it was a good idea.

He answered quickly because he was Pawky, and that's what Pawky did.

He palmed the big holo-transciever button, sending his image along with his words... assuming the Imperials had the wherewithal to receive both.

"Hey there, Agent of Staves.

Ivixa? Pretty name. Not hooman, I think. Empire gettin' progressive?

A rich afternoon to all you white-shells. Looks like maybe you won. Goodie on you!

I'm Pawketti Bamblam. You call me Pawky, kay?

Big ole ship fell outta the sky. Broke the world a little. Squib Merchandising Consortium's here to take the best parts up before she sinks into the bubbling blue and glowing red, eh?

We sell them back to you. Good rates, if you want 'em. Small premium for time and danger, acourse! Squib's gotta make a living, doncha know?

No time for your polished white boys to get much, I think. Best let us chop her up fast.

Aren't no tractor like a Squib tractor, Lady. You sit tight. Get yer wallets ready. We'll be done in a jiff!"

The whole squadron of Squib ships reached the wreck, hovering over it. The upwelling of magma cast an ominous red glow over the downed SSD hull and the salvagers hovering overhead.

The Squib ships' Tensor cannons swiveled down, as though they were all on synchronous control. Pawky smiled and nodded to his co-pilot.

"Keep 'em steady, Freddy," he ordered.

A series of bleeps answered him, and a pair of spindly arms extended to grasp the ship's controls.

Pawky picked up a portable holo-com and carried it with him to the back hatch of the ship.

Ivixa Nera'kas