Mission Dissident Hearts [First Order]

[Galen Dooku]

DISSIDENT HEARTS

In the metal heart of Kol Huro’s derelict droid factories, a rebellion is brewing.

The system has long been known for its erratic resistance of order, dating centuries back to their alliance with the Separatists during the Clone Wars. Little has changed. In retaliation to the First Order’s operations in the manufacturing districts, the people of Kol Huro have taken arms and made moves to activate battalions of sleeping droids for their defense. This cannot be permitted.

First Order forces have been dispatched in full to aid the failing riot squads already on-world. Remind Kol Huro who their allegiances lay with.

OBJECTIVE 1: QUELL THE FLAME
In Kol Huro’s residential zone, riots have already broken loose. Police squads and First Order riot teams are on the ground in hopes of stopping the damage before it’s been done, but they rely on a political catalyst to reign the people in. A detachment of diplomats and negotiators must meet with the rebel leaders and discuss the potential for civilian losses should the insurrection continue.

Calm the tensions and cement the takeover.

OBJECTIVE 2: DROID HEARTS
Kol Huro’s manufacturing sector is a massive sprawl of droidworks, interconnected to streamline the process of creating and outfitting several different models of combat droids. Despite the First Order’s attempts to assume control of the factories, the rebels and droids alike are hellbent on standing their ground.

Eliminate any resistance and stop them from unleashing a full droid army in the sector.

 

[Trajann Vemec]

DISSIDENT HEARTS - DROID HEARTS
Lightsaber | Armour
Tag(s): Open​

KOL HURO, FACTORY COMPLEX AUREK,
LANDING PAD [SUMMER 900 ABY]

The Imperator stepped down the landing crafts ramp with steady steps, more Knights about to follow him. Right away the wind was blowing into his black armoreave cape and tabard, letting it fly. The cold of the wind and the temperature didn't touch him, his armour had a sealed bodyglove and the helmet was pressurized to allow to walk every environment but the actual vacuum of space. With his richly decorate lightsaber still clipped to the back of his combat shield, he walked towards the edge of the platform.

Trajann stopped counting how many times his wife, his staff, his advisors, friends - anyone who deemed it right and true to give their opinion, he was advised to not engage in the field himself anymore. He had responsibility, he had it before becoming Supreme Leader and now even more. It was the same before this mission where had to silence the opposers. It was not him and while his rule was without any constraints and actual limits, Trajann never thought about it that way. He established laws to follow them. He inspired people to believe in his laws and vision and to follow him. How would he inspire anyone to bend the knee to him when the only thing he did was paper-pushing and sitting on a glorified chair?

This was the main droid factory of the world and the only reason his and the other ships could land there, was because they were silenced already. The battle had started already and the engaged Stormtrooper Legion had called for reinforcements. So he left the table of negotiations, leaving behind baffled planetary officials and took several units to follow, Knights and Stormtroopers alike.

Now the outer defenses were overwhelmed and he could see several positions of artillery and first aid stations of his Legion right around the complex. The noise of battle was extreme, not overwhelming, thanks to the helmet, but it mixed with the sounds of industry, with a storm brewing and the grand architecture of the factory was supporting the echo. Several parts of the factory were smoking but nothing further away than a kilometer from where he stood.

This will be interesting, he thought. Actually smiling slightly under his helmet as he made his way down the scorched stairs and wall.

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[Kaleigha Makani]

Kaleigha looked out of the viewport of her shuttle, at the planet growing before her. Kol Huro. Rebellion. The reason eluded her. Why try to strike out on your own when there was an empire to protect you. She shook her head mentally. They were crazy. They had to be. But if they didn't surrender, then that craziness would be their downfall.

"Ma'am, landing in three minutes," said her pilot.

"Excellent," the admiral replied. She glanced behind her to make sure her escort was ready (they were) and looked back. She sighed. This was her first diplomatic mission as an admiral. Kaleigha had wondered why an admiral, commander of a fleet, would be asked to negotiate with a rebellion. But she had figured that a strong message would be sent. By sending an admiral down to negotiate, the First Order was reminding the rebels of their perilous position. Especially with a battlecruiser in orbit around the planet.

She took a deep breath as the shuttle touched down before an abandoned warehouse. You got this Kaleigha.

Trajann Vemec Galen Dooku

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[Galen Dooku]

Pacifying the locals was Galen's least favorite aspect of Praetorian duties, but he was sworn to uphold tenets of peace and loyalty, and dissent was a threat to both. It was a hard lesson to learn - it always was - but it had to be made clear: The First Order will not stand for chaos.

The warehouse sector came into view through slits in the shuttle's blastdoors, where a volley of blasterfire and marching droids could already be seen. They must have activated a portion of their forces already, or perhaps they had reserve units on standby for security purposes. Another reason why the Order must hold complete control of this sector; If not the rebels activating them, then pirates or smugglers. There were simply too many variables at play.

"The LZ is too hot," the shuttle pilot said, "we need to pull further from the factories."

Galen narrowed his eyes.

"No," he said plainly, gripping the hilt of his lightsaber. He looked to the other Knights on board, giving nods of confirmation to them all. They could handle a rough landing.

"Fly over the line, and open the doors on my mark."

"Sir-?" the pilot questioned.

"Do it."

Tags: Trajann Vemec | Kaleigha Makani | Nadir-Zahi | + OPEN​

 

[Kaleigha Makani]

Guards flanking her, Kaleigha opened the door into the dilapidated warehouse with a loud creak! She gestured towards two of her guards and they moved in unison to enter the building, rifles held in front of their chests. Kaleigha followed. She found herself in a massive chamber filled with boxes and a single speeder. There was a single light hanging from the ceiling, maybe ten or fifteen meters overhead. It provided little light. But all that was secondary.

Right before her was a single masked being, sitting cross-legged on a comfortable looking couch that seemed out of place in an abandoned place like this. "Greetings. I am Admiral-"

"Makani, yes. I know all about you," the rebel leader said in a guttural voice, probably modulated by his helmet.

Kaleigha raised an eyebrow. "If you're trying to impress or intimidate me, that is simple knowledge. In fact, I expected you to know that. If you didn't, well, I'd start questioning your identity."

She got the sense that the being was smiling under that mask, as they didn't answer immediately. "Well, now that you're sure that I am the freedom movement's leader, then let us talk." He snapped a finger and a servant droid rolled around a tower of boxes with a glass and bottle in hand. It poured the red liquid into the glass and left it on the table set before the couch.

Kaleigha waved a hand. "I'm not in the mood for a drink, thank you. Let's skip the pleasantries and talk. As I'm sure you know, there is a battlecruiser in orbit overhead. Why don't you just surrender now and we won't have to bombard this world to scrap."

The admiral sincerely hoped her threat would work on this being, however they seemed way too calm and in control.

The rebel laughed aloud this time, and replied, "You would never bombard this world! You wouldn't lay a hand on it. Because our natural resources are supplying your ever growing military. No, you'll try very hard to take this planet with the least collateral damage possible."

Kriff! Is this how politicians get outmaneuvered? Would a real diplomat come and help me already... Kaleigha silently hoped as she prepared her response.

Trajann Vemec Galen Dooku

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[Nadir-Zahi]

DROID HEARTS - JOIN THE FIGHT
EN ROUTE

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Kol Huro.

A planet that housed a significant portion of the First Order’s mechanized combat construction and assembly. He’d been informed of its rebellious nature and the fire in its people’s spirits, but even he was unsure of their methods at times. He turned to Galen and saw the determination in his body language. “Droids don’t just turn against their programming for no reason, at least not the ones we have in production now. Hope there’s a plan in someone’s mind to either deactivate them or rewire them completely at some point.”

There were people to consider as well. Rebels in name, perhaps, but people nonetheless. “What’s the plan when we get down there? The less damage to those droids and the people, the better. Especially once things turn back in the Order’s favor. The fact is that we need them unless we want to start over on a completely different world.” But, that takes time, effort, resources, and manpower. Yes, the rebels currently stood against their government. But, culling their numbers and the Order’s resources didn’t seem to be the most effective path to maintaining order once it was established in his mind.

As they moved closer, he saw the blaster fire and he swore he could smell the faint odor of smoke. Rebellion was never easy, per se, on either side involved and everyone fought tooth and nail for it.

He sighed and stood, holding to the overhead bar, and made sure his lightsaber was in place. Duty called.

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Galen Dooku | Trajann Vemec | OPEN​

 

[Galen Dooku]

“We stay on the defensive, let the riot squads handle the organics. The droids are expendable, but we should try to spare as many as we can.”

“Our best hope,” he said with a sigh, “is to rely on the negotiations. Not all of Kol Huro has sided with the rebels. Reason may yet prevail.”

Galen returned his gaze to the open blast doors, checked his gear a final time, then stepped out of the shuttle. He landed with a thud on the ground below, his boots planting firmly behind the wall of riot shields and white-clad stormtroopers. Hot metal and burning tibanna filled the air; The rebels were letting the droids do most of the fighting, it seemed. Perhaps they were stalling, banking on the First Order’s diplomats to give in or fail entirely.

“Nadir, we’ll push together!” Galen shouted over the noise. He pointed to one of the factory hubs nearby, its entrance just barely reachable from behind the riot line.

“We’ll have to use the sky-bridge between each node, but it’ll give us a better shot than carving though rebels and droids.”

If they were strategic rebels, though, even the bridges would be guarded. By snipers or sappers, and if nothing else, a squad of armed droids. But in either case, it was nothing a pair of Imperial Knights couldn’t handle.

Tags: Trajann Vemec | Kaleigha Makani | Nadir-Zahi | + OPEN​

 

[Trajann Vemec]

DISSIDENT HEARTS - DROID HEARTS
Lightsaber | Armour
Tag(s): Nadir-Zahi , Galen Dooku

KOL HURO, FACTORY COMPLEX AUREK,
ENTERING THE FACTORY [SUMMER 900 ABY]

Trajann had passed Stormtrooper medics, destroyed defenses and wrecked droids as well as some bodies, own and foes alike, which were under blankets, capes and whatever else could be found to conceal them. He heard the battle ahead in the factory and moved inside, followed by his small squad of Knights. He had ordered the Knights to assist in the pacification, deploying all around the hotspots were the rebels took up armed resistance. They would join in on riot squads and Stormtroopers alike who were taking care of taking down this uprising. The Imperator chose to deploy on the hot end of things, where there was a full scale battle with mostly battle droids as well as rebels going on for one of the main factories.

Through one of the holes in the side of the factory wall he entered, rubble all around of crumbled duracrete and bend durasteel beams. The inside was chaos, one of the outer halls used for storage of tools and supplies, most of them were destroyed, some smoking and more bodies here, though not covered but he was pleased to see there were a lot more hostiles dead, especially destroyed droids, than the white betaplast of his Stormtroopers.

They started to pick up some pace as they moved closer to where the noise of blaster fire and soldiers screaming was coming from. Their eyes were focused on their surroundings, these factories had bridges above and maintenance corridors below the ground floor, making it an all too 3D battlefield which you had to watch out for.

Leaving the first hall, they entered some corridor for personnel, a connecting element to the next hall, it was narrow with some pipes going on one side, probably for energy supply. On the other end a door was blasted open, clearly with the force of explosives, where they cautiously went through and suddenly came upon the rear lines of the engaged Stormtroopers. Wounded soldiers were on the ground, being treated by medics before being brought outside to get MedEvac. Some Stormtroopers on guard had raised their weapons upon the approaching individuals but right away lowered them when realising it were Praetorian Knights and offering a slight salute to the passing red-armoured warriors.

Apparently the guards had informed the commander of the engaged Stormtroopers of the arrival of the Imperators group and he came to personally get them to the command post, giving them an overview on the situation.

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