Dead Space | Galactic Alliance Hex Dominion of Polis Massa

[Dax Perl]

Location: Velok's Maw
Objective: Find out more about the area if possible, find a way out.
Allies: [member="Red Cloud"], [member="Anya Loma"]
Enemies: None...

Dax couldn't help but laugh, despite the growing fear, as the large creature sarcastically said that he was a Jedi. "I ain't no Jedi my friend. And, while I wish the Force was as helpful as that all the time, sometimes it decides to have a good laugh. Make me the punch line of some galactic joke or somethin', I dunno."

Turning to look at Anya he nodded. At least he wasn't the only one who felt like some kind of impending doom was looming over their heads. Then the mysterious voice rang out, unknown words echoing through the tunnels and all around them. Dax's saber roared to life, the orange blade casting its glow down the long dark tunnels. "Well that's not fething good..."

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Skor II
Objective: Investigate
Allies: [member="Kith Verloren"]
Post #10

Luckily Lord Fa was not a helpless little peacock.

The moment two entered the air the Thirriken breathed in and pulled at the Force. There were a few things he could do and do really well, enhancement of strength - if Tai really focused on it, he could basically go toe-to-toe with sentients twice his size and weight. Force Lightning, he had been practicing immensely after they had discovered the Graush Fortress inside the asteroid belt.... and flying.

Not actual flying, of course.

But as she said three and launched him in the air, Lord Fa manipulated the air beneath his wings with a deftness that spoke of many years of practice. Immediately he rose up further and further in the air, more than Kith would have expected from the trajectory of her throw and the strength of the wind.

Within moments his form faded out of sight. But there were no sparks from the pylons nor charred remains of a peacock, so presumably everything had worked out quite well for them all. Lord Fa skipped over the facilities' protective grid, but stayed low enough that the sensors wouldn't suddenly pick him up and shoot him out of the sky in that way.

Five minutes later his little form dropped down on the ground.

So soft the thunk of his small feet that nobody could pick up on it, even if they stood right next to him.

He kept to the shadows and started his approach at the entrance. The Thirriken would take it slow, so Kith had a chance to move up as well, this would have to be done smooth and in concert, if they wished to be successful.

 

[Ultimatum]

Skor II Bazaar


Ultimatum spoke briefly with the receptionist before another organic came out to collect the droid for a meeting. The organic, who introduced himself as Mark suggested that the Alliance and Ultimatum could come to an agreement. With that initial introduction aside, the two moved to an empty business room where Mark took a seat and directed Ultimatum to do the same.

"You understand that I am here to work with the Alliance. My company LOOM is based on Mustafar, a world currently under your control. I believe that it is a good idea to produce products for the Alliance." Ultimatum did not speak of his concern that Mustafar was a clear target for the First Order.

"Of course. You are capable of manufacturing a large range of technological devices, if the registry is anything to go by. What do you plan on supplying?"

"Vehicles, Starships, armor, take your pick. At this point I do not believe that LOOM can supply all of these consistently. I am looking into expanding, but that takes time and work. Until then, it will be limited to what it can give."

The representative pursed his lips as he thought. Closing his eyes, the organic seemed to contemplate the proposition before stepping up and walking out of the door.

While the man was away, Ultimatum returned to his simulation. Starting in this location he began the situation:
The marksmen, who was probably had a father who took him hunting as a child and maybe had been arrested several times in Galactic Alliance space for his anti-Alliance views and taking part in demonstrations, was no doubt taking aim through the open window from the roof of the building across the street. A single well placed shot struck Ultimatum in the chest, it was an ion rifle. The droid allowed himself to be pushed back, the chair falling over as he rolled with the force. Ultimatum proceeded to roll out of the sight from that window, towards the doorway out of the room. He began running down the hall as he heard a grenade hitting the wall in the room he had just occupied. This was going to be interesting.

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Polis Massa


"Three armed organics on deck thirteen. About six decks lower there is a group of them. A group of seven or so in the engine area and two more on the bridge."

"Thank you, Assault Team did you get that?" Audrey spoke into the holocom as she looked at the imaging that had been brought up on the main projector.


"Yes sir. The ship looks buggered up enough, shouldn't have to worry about atmospheric pressure in any part." The response team captain responded.


"Good. Land in the hangar and we will keep an eye on your progress." Turning to the comms person, she ordered, "Send two salvage craft, have them on the opposite end of the ship from those organics." Without waiting for a response she turned back to watch as the ship moved into the hangar of the dilapidated craft.

The Vanguard's attention was drawn to the bridge of the vessel when she noticed lights flashing. She wondered what could have been causing that.

 

[Anya Malvern]

[member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Red Cloud"]
Post 2

Her hands shook, was she scared? Why was she scared! She was anya loma the scarlet fire! Yet here she was sgaking, her orange blade raised up as she moved forward, that voice called out again, this time louder at then with the sound of foot steps coming closer and closer to them, a group of mad cultist came pouring towards them

Anya cried a battle cry and ran forward meeting them as she ducked under a blade and sipped at the man, hoping her friend and ally would cone to assist her

 

[Darth Caecus]

Location: Skor II
Objective: Investigate- Don't tell the Elf
In Scene:[member="Tai Fa"]
Post 10

She scuttled down the hillside once she was sure he was landing rather than crashing. He was surprisingly elegant, and she's appreciated the artistry of it. But there were more important things at hand.

Her grey clothing blended into the shades of the badlands, and she stuck to moving between large rocks when she had the chance. No alarm sounded, and she hoped that meant no one had noticed either of them. Hoped, but didn't count on it.

All was silent as she sidled up to the guardhouse. She breathed slowly, low and quiet. And waited.

The only hint that something was about to happen was the barest swish of feathers in the dust and a single tap of a taloned foot. A scant pair of heartbeats later she moved, slipping into the door low and swiftly, just in time to catch the guard's body before it hit the ground.

 

[Chloe Blake]

[member="Judah Dashiell"]

Beep, boop, beep, Hoooooot!

Betty started up an awful racket in the middle of Chloe adjusting her suit.

"What is it?" her drawl went floating over towards the GT-F0 droid as it went rolling in a half circle in front of her.

"Huh?" sky blue eyes furrowed tight in confusion, then in alarm.

"Picked up something?" While the Tikiunni skin did wonders for keeping her safe and sound out in the black, it was a little bit more awkward to move due to the stiffened leather.

"Alright, let's go check," she told Better, turning from her station to head back up to the cockpit. At least it was close, allowing her to traverse the space fairly quickly, her companion droid in tow.

 

[Darth Assimilus]

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[SIZE=11pt]Objective: Divide and Conquer. REBELLION[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: GA and allies[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Allies: Mercs and Mandalorians and whoever else wants in on this[/SIZE]
Location: Skor System, Going to Baazar

[SIZE=11pt]Equipment: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Horde Battle Lance[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]HAVOC Magma Cannon[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Rapture Mk.1[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Droids: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Dats'uxa't X7-CL x6[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Creeper Droids x25[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Crimson Walkers x105[/SIZE]

​

[SIZE=11pt]This was not for himself. Ok well it was but his own kind were not the only ones who were going to benefit from this all. The First Order was a very abundant source of income. The incoming conflict between the First Order and Galactic Alliance was common knowledge for hired guns. There was always a profit to be gained if one was desperate enough for a big payout. This mission was the big payout. [/SIZE]

​

[SIZE=11pt]“ Are we ready? Too bad were going anyway.” Saverok groaned as he got up and spoke into his comm clear. “ What can be done and what needs to be done are two separate things. This needs to be done. Things dont appear when you need them. You must take what you want by force. The Aka’liit will see when Camp Dxun has more than enough supplies... Heheh” he chuckled and looked out the viewport into space. The Skor was … well bland and boring. Soon it would get some color though. Divide and Conqueror. [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=11pt]“ For Greed and Legacy. [/SIZE][SIZE=11.5pt]Rala neta dayn!” he shouted obnoxiously and directed several droids to steer the Old Victory II-class Star Destroyer closer to their main targets. The Star Destroyers was old, outdate and modified to “compensate”. It was piece of shab but it was Saveroks piece of shab. Within it housed his small droid army ready to be deployed at his will and escorting the ship were two Carrack-class light crusiers that were also rather old and modified to compensate. Such was the luck and knowing specific pirates on Lok, nyms stronghold had many treasures. All ships slowly drifted toward Skor and soon numbers would grow.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=15.3333px]The Horde was coming. [/SIZE]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Saverok"]

The Wretched Hive, a corvette-scale freighter retrofitted into a salvage and refit yard, exited hyperspace right in front of the Horde flotilla. After a long day at work, Jorus had been hoping to drop off the scavenged gravity well in the Skor system, pick up some Squib tensor guns, and move along. Clearly the Force had other plans.

At the Hive's helm, the navigator swapped out for Jorus, The ship began as quick a turn as it could manage with a capital interdiction generator tethered in the hangar. Shields went up, good ones, and point-defense autoblasters whirred to life in case of warheads or snubfighters. As far as Jorus could tell, those were old Carracks and a Victory, and neither ship model was known for its hangar space. Or warhead launchers either, come to think of it. He shut down the autoblasters pending the emergence of starfighters, and shunted that energy into the maneuvering thrusters.

The freighter got a decent angle and started a hard burn. It turned like a Hutt but it had legs, better than the Carracks anyway. Still, they didn't need to catch the Hive to punch it full of holes.

Behind him, his comms officer was squawking up a storm on Underground channels. Skor wasn't all that far away from the Outer Rim Coalition bases at Zonju. Maybe [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Dax Fyre"], or [member="Julius Sedaire"] might pick up the distress call.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Moving for Polis Massa
Allies: GA
Fleet:

Spoiler

Sovereign
Watch Tower
Devil Eyes
Witch Sight
Lance
Spear

Sending out Distress calls across allied channels wasn't hard to pick up under normal circumstances. The Watch Tower, a Vigilant-class Star Defender intercepted the hyperwave transmissions sent by [member="Jorus Merrill"], especially since they were on friendly channels.

"Incoming from the Watch Tower." The communications officer aboard the Sovereign pressed a button so that the elderly Mandalorian could hear the distress signal being sent along Underground communication lines. Rach resided in the Kathol Sector as Clan Vereen's attache for the Kathol Outback, relatively close to the Polis Massa sector.

"Reroute to Polis Massa. Order Watch Tower into defense. Lets get our ears on and pay attention." The Star Destroyer and its supporting vessels turned to begin rerouting their trajectory to Polis Massa, the Watch Tower putting most of its resources towards detecting communications across the vastness of space. "Send messages to the Outback and along to the Clan, let them know we are dedicating some resources along the wire."

In an instant the handful of ships and starfighters arrayed around them disappeared into hyperspace.

 

[Eugen Aker]

Location: Open Space
Objective: I'll figure it out when I get there.
Allies: Anyone shooting at the GA ([member="Saverok"])
Enemies: Anyone shooting at me.
Neutral: The Sith currently mingling with the GA.
It had been a busy few months for Suravi, working hard on mending relations and making new friends. However, she finally had gotten some time to herself. Aboard the White Base, she sat alone on the observation deck, enjoying a warm cup of Jasmine infused Namana tea she as she looked out at the dark starry expanse of open space. The sweet flowery blend had quickly become favorite of hers during her stay in the South.

While musing on the possibility of raising a new plantation of the stuff, the captain of the White Base gave her a holocall from the CIC.

"Activity in the Airam sector," Commander Eason reported.

"I'm well aware of Alliance movement in the region," she answered as she straightened up in her chair.

Since Kaeshana, the Jedi Junta had been busy bees, ramping up their expansion to levels she hadn't seen from them before. She recalled her time in the old Galactic Senate, how quickly administrations annexed new territories to create breathing space against the One Sith onslaught. It was hard not to notice the parallels with the Alliance and First Order.

"It's not that, ONI (Office of Naval Intelligence) has been picking up stories from the HOLONET regarding strange activity in the area from an unknown party. They thought you'd be interested."

"I am. Mobilize task force Roosevelt and tell ONI to deploy an ISR flight to the sector ASAP. I'm heading back to the CIC now."

"Aye Ma'am, it will be done." There was a quick exchange of salutes, then the projection cut off.

Tea time had come to a close as she got back to business. Her fleets and armies had been replenished thanks to her new arrangement with the First Order, and she aimed to make good use of them. Still, she would do a bit of recon before committing herself to any action, to see if she could exploit the situation in her favor if there was indeed something going on. Teach the locals that it was bad business to welcome the Galactic Alliance under their roof. There were all sorts of bad people out in the galaxy who wouldn't like that. Suravi being one of them.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Askaj

Jacen was, for the first time in a long while, relaxing. The deals were done and now the local tribe were putting on some entertainment. A thick smoke hung in the air of the tribe's communal hut. He had been given a chair beside the leaders to drink and eat. He wore a cost he'd been gifted made of the rare tomuon fur.

Now he was warm, full and satisfied. The dancing started in the open space between all the tables. Figures in coloured dress started to dance. The music began louldy and carried on until those at the tables had fallen to silence.

A heavy set elder walked forwards into the open space. The dancers parted for her and the music died down. She started to speak in an animated fashion.

Jacen leaned in towards his protocol droid.

"It is the story of how their tribe formed. Three warring factions had nearly destroyed themselves in a hundred years of raids."

Jacen nodded solemnly and lifted his cup to his lips, oblivious to what was happening a few sectors over.

 

[Arieth zh'Vranthi]

SUBTERREL
ANS Sullust Dawn

Areith, Ambassador for the Galactic Alliance, sat in front of her desk in the midst of a secured and encrypted holovideo conference. With more worlds within the Expansion Region of former Omega Protectorate protection agreeing to join the Alliance, Subterrel was one of many on the list for Areith to contact. Subterrel was a planet within the Subterrel sector beyond the Outer Rim Territories, widely known for its extensive mining operations. Numerous beings worked in the mines, including a large labor force of Kaminoan-created clones, known as shovel-handed miners. The rights and working conditions were one of the major points of contention between the planet and the surround worlds.

In the midst of the ongoing border protection of the wild space between Alliance and Kathol Outback space, a small diplomatic fleet had already deployed to meet with the Governing Council. In the wake of the Netherworld event and the Protectorate fall, the sector and the region had seen a rise in warlords and pirates. An issue the head Councilman, Blarg Fa, reminded the young Ambassador.

[ We have problems with raiders and warlords, Ambassador. As well as the mines. ] he reminded her. Subterrel was the closest planet near Polis Massa, an area the Galactic Alliance was interested in securing from warlords and pirates. They also had had an increase of terrible mining incidents. Incidents that had the workers complaining about better a better working environment.

[ Which is why we would like to discuss the terms of how the Alliance may help. ] Areith replied.

[ It is my wish that this upcoming talk with the council will ensure that the needs of Subterrel are met as well as those for her workers.]

[ As do I Ambassador zh'Vranthi. ]

The fleet winked into existence at the edge of Subterrel.

Spoiler: Diplomatic Fleet

GR90 E-war transport
ANS Eyes On, Dependable
Thranta MK2-Class Frigate
ANS Centennial, Legion, Rogue Element
Sentinel-Class Cruiser
ANS Long Watch
Dreadnought MKIII
ANS Echelon
Consular Class Cruiser
ANS Sullust Dawn

 

[Liliane]

SKOR II
The King's Palace

Liliane, Jedi Marshal of the Galactic Alliance, followed by her brother Vindi, stepped away from the balcony and moved back into the palace. The two had been keeping an eye on the planet for a while now -- the man had done a lot of intelligence work, as well as analytics. Liliane had grabbed all forces she could, as well as made diplomatic pacts with the planet's government.

"The planet is the safest it has ever been. The Galactic Alliance is ready to bring their forces in whenever you are ready. Just let me know and the signal will be sent," the Jedi Marshal ensured the safety of the planet to the King. She was wearing her Sith amulet again as a part of her infiltration mission. She hated the Dark Side, she truly did. But there was no way the Jedi could abort the mission right now, even if it did have some serious effects on her mental health and balance in the Force.

"Thank you! That is good to hear. I will have to meet with the Polyanarchy once again and then we can make some real decisions," the King was thankful of the Alliance.

"Yes, completely understandable."

As a new member of the Alliance, the planet would be under the faction's protection -- they were free to do as they desired as long as they supported the cause of the triumvirate and provided the necessary aid, whether it be financial, diplomatic or militaristic.

And the Alliance would return the help.

FORCES:

Spoiler

The White Scourge

• Liliane
• Vindi Imperieuse
• 2 Jedi Masters
• 1 Jedi Knight
• 2 GADF soldiers
• 1 GADF pilot
  ​The Whisper, Peregrine-class Gunship

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Polis Massa
Heading for the medical base

Well that had certainly been an interesting experience, and she would definitely need to explore the cave system again when it was more quiet. The cultists seemed to have been dealt with by the others there as they delved the depths, so Taeli had taken her leave once she found what she was looking for. Some experiments would be needed in the future, but for now, she was heading to the nearby base on Polis Massa. Some weird chatter had come through the comms about possible enemy movements in the area, not surprising given how close they were to First Order space.

As her ship moved towards the base, she opened a comm line to the base control tower.

"Base control, this Master Raaf of the NJO, we have some suspicious activity going on in the sector. I'll be landing at your location, just in case we have some unfriendly visitors."

"Copy, Master Raaf, cleared for bay three. Most of our crew are at the excavation site on the planetoid, so we only have skeleton crew currently."

"Roger that," she said, taking her ship in to land and debarking. There wasn't a whole lot on this rock anyways that would likely interest anyone. A few work crews uncovering some ruins of their forefathers and a small medical/mining base, so she wasn't too worried. If someone did come, she would question their sanity for why considering more appropriate targets lay elsewhere in the sector.

 

[Zardavorok]

Objective: Divide and Conquer. REBELLION
Enemies: GA and allies
Allies: [member="Saverok"], Mandos, Mercs, whoever else is brave enough
Location: Skor System
Equipment: WM-3, Magma Canon, Rapture Launcher, 2x Convergence pistols, Armor, Ysalamiri Nutrient Frame, Battle Lance

Spoiler: Droid

50x Dats'uxa't X7-CL (Armament: Convergence Pistols)
100x RSX Creeper Droids (Armament: Convergence Pistols)
150x Crimson Avengers (Armament: WM-3 , FFC Launchers)
150x Crimson Walkers (Armament: SFOR Carbines)

Spoiler: Fleet

2x Gen'dai Judicators
1x Victory II-class Star Destroyer
88x Gen'dai Eviscerators (Across all vessels)

There was blood in the air… Zardaverok could almost smell it, the thrill of battle surged through the Gen’dai’s body as he stood on the bridge of a Gen’dai Judicator filled to the brim with droids. The droids his brother had created and who had become somewhat invaluable on missions such as this. Droids weren’t flesh and blood, they did not know fear, they did not know pain. No matter what they’d continue on till they were completely dismantled or accomplished their objective. That is probably why they’d been so popular in wars, plus far cheaper than humanoids or any other form of drafted army. One did not need to feed, or clothe droids. Simply create them and send them on their way. A majority of the droids brought on this endeavor weren’t expected to make it back, but the rewards far outweighed the cost.

Drabbed in his brothers battle armor Zardaverok watched as the kaleidoscope of blues and violets vanished extending into long lines of light that soon coalesced into solid forms in the viewport. Exiting hyperspace alongside his own Gen’dai Judicator was one other and an old Victory II-Class Star Destroyer. “Saverok certainly knows how to pick em.” Growling as he watched the tactical display show a lone freighter hovering about his brothers’ ships.

“I have lost enough family in one lifetime. Not another. Not one more. Scramble the eviscerators!” While Zardaverok doubted one freighter could take on the contingent of ships brought along by his brother he wasn’t taking any chances. Usually there’d be a wait time as pilots and such prepared to be deployed but the eviscerators were unmanned and made specifically to use without risking Gen’dai lives.

From within Zardaverok’s ship twenty eviscerators shot out into the void of space ten went towards the Wretched Hive while the other ten would take up a defensive screen around Saverok’s, Victory II. Looking out the viewscreen as the starfighters flew past Zardaverok only wished there were more Gen’dai brought on this mission. How it had been too long since he’d fought alongside an army of his brethren. What had once been a relatively peaceful species was now a warmongering horde. That thought however brought a smile to the elderly Gen’dai’s lips. Turning his back on the viewport Zardaverok made his way off the bridge preferring to use a tablet to keep track of the battle. He had to be prepared to deploy on Saverok’s signal.

The droids which accompanied Zardaverok were already loaded into their designated pods awaiting their commands. The only regret Zardaverok had in his heart was that there weren't more to accompany him and his brother on their glorious march to battle. They'd gone to Muunilist alone and perhaps they'd end up doing this alone.

 

[Placeholder 0129]

Location: Skor System

Allies: [member="Marcus Itera"], [member="Suravi Teigra"], other assets...

Objective: Thuggery


The war chant seemed to shake the entire shuttle, though Owazza knew it was the power of the vessel's engines that did so. The air around him was polluted with cries of blood and coming victory torn from the throats of his comrades, its cadence a riveting thing that thrummed through his very bones. The Wookie paid them half a mind as he ran a cleansing cloth over the blade of his two-handed vibro-axe. His fury was a quiet one that boiled the blood and stimulated the mind. It did not build from the screams of comrades yet living, but rather those that had fallen.

The Dominion's shadowy benefactors had approached some of its warriors with a simple offer: a sizable distraction in exchange for credits and hardware. It would have been foolish to decline such a deal.

The action was not officially sanctioned by the Dominion. The politicians back on Ession knew little of what went on with Owazza's private band of warriors, nor did they care to know. The Wookie had fought for the Dominion's purposes since its founding. There was no reason not to trust him.

What they would accomplish here might mean little in the end. Owazza did not care if the alliance's hold on this sector was broken or not. He did not care if this distraction served its purpose to his benefactors. No, the warlord and his compatriots wanted to see the alliance's warriors hurt. Blood demanded blood, and the alliance had spilled an ocean's worth on Atrisia. The economic benefits were just a bonus.

No words needed to be spoken. These men knew the nature of their mission. They were a conglomeration of Atrisian refugees turned vengeful soldiers, line solders that had served in the world's defense, and a handful of Wookie warriors that hailed from Owazza's own clan. All were Dominion diehards, and all had witnessed the ceaseless brutality unleashed upon their people during past conflicts with alliance forces.

Corpses had been raised from death to siege beleaguered cities. Civilian centers that would not bow had been shelled into rubble. Men claiming to fight for the virtues of peace and democracy had invaded to overthrow a democratically elected leader on the pretense that he worshipped the wrong gods.

"<Hypocrites,>" Owazza snarled. "<We near our objective brothers. Prepare yourselves. The fallen will have blood!>"

A roar of agreement followed. Satisfied, Owazza slumped back into his chair, his attention returning to his vibro-axe.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Polis Massa
Allies: Circle of Healers [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Kana Truden"]
Enemies: The Horde
Objective: Triage

"Attention all Polis Massa medical personnel: this is Admiral Thuku of Therapy Command. As authorized by the GADF, I hereby commandeer the medical facility for triage purposes: heavy medvac operations are to be expected. I may be called upon to fight off-system on very short notice so if that occurs, the command of this medical triage facility will go to the Circle of Healers"

After the Tython campaign, where she successfully defeated the Rogue One Sith, Therapy Command was in a bizarre position of both being a battle fleet and a medvac/casvac unit. Yet, for the Polis Massa campaign, she was going to be reprising the same roles as she was doing on Inysh during the Atrisia Campaign: medvac, casvac, triage. At least at the onset: Therapy Command was a reserve force. But unlike Inysh, where she had to set up the triage facility, now the Polis Massa Base was, nestled on an asteroid, already used as a hospital. She wasted no time commandeering the base for the purposes of the campaign that was to come, along with rumors that some entity was going to be fighting the Alliance in this sector any time now. Of course, Therapy Command had medvac units at its disposal but these were not usually counted as part of the battle fleet. Once the medical staff was aware that the base was commandeered for military triage purposes, the work began in earnest, and everyone is now on full alert, Cathul included. But were the other Circle of Healers people there? This facility was large enough to make her feel lost.

"Patients will come around any moment now: Carmen, do not hesitate to ask for additional equipment if we are running out of supplies, like field cauterizers, medical assistant droids, do not hesitate to ask Logistical Command about that"

Therapy Command:

Spoiler

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier): 2000m
ANS Lothal (Lothal-class artillery cruiser): 762m
ANS Aleen (Lothal-class artillery cruiser): 762m
ANS Moenia (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Otoh Sancture (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Spinnaker (Nebulon B7): 300m

Attack craft:

132 B/E-3 B-Wings
60 D-Wings

 

[Ultimatum]

Skor II

Simulation continues:
The grenade detonated, sending shards of metal through the wall and into the corridor that Ultimatum was standing in. The tiny plinking of metal striking his chassis proved that his armor was more than capable of handling the fragments. The droid knew that he would need to escape and because there was little likelihood that they would let him walk out of the city alive he would need to evacuate on his craft. Yet at the same time Ultimatum bet that they would be able to defend the roof from a landing craft. That limited his options to the outdoor bazaar area. He opened his comm channel and yelled to the pilot of the shuttle.

"Get to the Bazaar grounds now! Attackers in place, need exfiltration." As he began to run down the hallway, Ultimatum realized and added, "Do not engage, civilian targets in the area."

There was no response, but the sound of engines in the background of the channel told the droid that they had heard. Without waiting another moment he closed the comm and bashed through a door into the lobby. The receptionist was cowering under the desk while an organic with a pistol was walking through the entryway. Upon seeing Ultimatum, the armed organic raised his gun and shot twice in quick succession. Both struck the metal walls as the artificial being jumped out of the way and pulled a chair to himself before throwing it at the organic.

The organic dodged and prepared to fire again when Ultimatum closed the gap and struck the man with a clip from his metal fists. The simulation paused again as the representative returned.

"I have been authorized to write up a contract between LOOM and the Alliance. A superior will contact you about what exactly we are looking for. Needless to say, we will make certain you are well compensated for your efforts."

"Thank you. I shall look forward to your communications. I will head back to Mustafar and await further contact."

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Polis Massa


The assault team had moved further into the ship, having taken down a small group of the enemy and were now working their way towards the larger group down a few levels. The elevators were not working, but the lack of gravity meant they were able to simply push themselves along the sides of the chute.

"Sir, this is Assault Team, level 7 breached. Moving towards indicated location."

"Remember Assault, these organics are unarmed."

"Roger." The team moved quickly as the Vanguard watched over the holo. It took a few minutes of waiting until the team spoke again. "We have them. Engineers, they've surrendered. We'll need a ship for evacing these guys."

"Will do." The comm switched to the transport ship, "Pilot, civilians inbound. Bring them back to the ship."

The team continued deeper into the broken craft. They turned to move to the engine room. The next half hour revealed that the enemies aboard the craft had been attempting to repair the ship in order to pull it out. They did not surrender and were all killed as a result. The team received a few injuries, but overall they survived easily enough.

The salvage team began working with earnest now that the ship was truly empty. The collection was impressive, having filled the hold of the large freighter that the Vanguard waited on. Once that was done Ultimatum forces made a quick retreat back to the safety of Mustafar space.

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Velok's Maw
Objective: Get out, quickly!
Allies: [member="Anya Loma"], [member="Red Cloud"]
Enemies:...aw chit...

The cramped tunnel suddenly erupted into battle again, Dax's orange and yellow sabers flashing alongside Anya's fiery blade, metal and plasma shrieking as they collided with each other. The Rogue Master ducked beneath a blade aimed at his neck and dragged his saber across the stomach of the one who held the attacking blade. Another fell as he cleaved his blades across the cultist's chest. There were far more in here than they could handle...

"Back it up!" Dax ordered, "We gotta find the exit!"

 

[Red Cloud]

Location: Leaving Velok’s Maw, Heading to Bazaar
[member='Dax Fyre'], [member='Anya Loma']

Red Cloud reached into one of the pockets on his fatigues and pulled out a thermal detonator, pushing the activation button. "Fall back" Red Cloud said chillingly calm as he tossed the grenade dangerously close and took off running with the group. Hopefully, the explosion would buy them enough time to strap on their enviro-suits and head out to their ships. And all went according to plan Red Cloud would strap up, exit and head into his ship. As soon as he arrived K1 would play back the Wretched Hive's broadcast. "Interesting... Sounds like more action. K1, set courses for Skor" and with that the engines would whirl to life and soon after, the hyperdrive would kick in to send them on their way.