Dominion Do The Evolution | Dominion of Helska | NIO

[Dorin Nalju]

C O U N T
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
ETERNAL ULTIMATUM
Tyrell Paxxus | Jaeger Harrsk | Lucien Dooku | Enlil | Josiah Navollius | Robogeber | Ravraa Vyshraal | DECEASED Erskine Barran | Willan Tal

Slowly, but surely he was connecting the dots, or at least whatever he was understanding from Lucien’s words and the dialogue exchanged from each Moff and Warlord present before the Imperator. From the get go he understood that the New Imperials were at war with the demented Sith, and their mutual alliance with the Starbird from Coruscant. What did perplex him was the neutral armistice between the New Imperials and this Eternal Empire that became significant with their daring attack on the Galactic Alliance.

“I...I think I’m understanding a bit better the situation, Lord Dooku; but, well, I don’t know. This Empire attacked on our allies and everyone is here trying to figure out how to handle the situation? Why not just outright attack them for their hostilities? An attack on them is an attack on us, yes?”

Clearly his mind only saw the picture from afar rather than inspecting its every stroke. It was a simple view he looked on the situation, one that needed action to reprimand this nation that was in league with the Sith. The neutral armistice could be dismissed and disqualified, for all he understood so far.

“This Empire could just be another puppet for the Sith, just like our homeworld.” It wasn’t hard to spot a Sith sympathizer that bent backwards and did their bidding at every summoning. They both understood that more than most, especially when their Houses and the rest of Serenno was controlled with proxy pawns that bent over backwards and did the bidding of the Sith at every summoning.

“What’s COMPNOR? I understand the ISB, but I’ve never heard of that organization before.”

 

[Cormac Thire]

P E N I T E N T
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
BYOO | JUST LIKE THE SIMULATIONS
Inaros Kaal | Kormov Alten

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Spoiler: Battlegroup Roan Fel | First Wave

F L A G // : NIV Penitent | Pellaeon IV | 2000m [ 100 // 100 ] BATTLECRUISERS //: NIV Lateralus | Phaetra | 3000m [ 100 // 100 ] TFV Pillar of Annihilation | Tambor | 3110m [ 100 // 100 ] DESTROYERS //: NIV Arbiter...... | Pellaeon IV | 2000m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Stormbringer. | Pellaeon IV | 2000m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Antares Draco | Pellaeon IV | 2000m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Roan Fel..... | Pellaeon IV | 2000m [ 100 // 100 ] FRIGATES //: NIV Dagger One.. | Corvus | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Dagger Two.. | Corvus | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Dagger Three | Corvus | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Dagger Four. | Corvus | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Dagger Five. | Corvus | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Dagger Six.. | Corvus | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Dagger Seven | Corvus | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Dagger Eight | Corvus | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Bola One.. | Vanto | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Bola Two.. | Vanto | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Bola Three | Vanto | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Bola Four. | Vanto | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Bola Five. | Vanto | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Pilam One.. | Tirailleur | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Pilam Two.. | Tirailleur | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Pilam Three | Tirailleur | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Pilam Four. | Tirailleur | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Pilam Five. | Tirailleur | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Pilam Six.. | Tirailleur | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Pilam Seven | Tirailleur | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Pilam Eight | Tirailleur | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Gladius One.. | Cuirassier | 1000m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Gladius Two.. | Cuirassier | 1000m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Gladius Three | Cuirassier | 1000m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Gladius Four. | Cuirassier | 1000m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Gladius Five. | Cuirassier | 1000m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Gladius Six.. | Cuirassier | 1000m [ 100 // 100 ] CORVETTES //: Several Squadrons | Caçadore Several Squadrons | Gurkha Several Squadrons | Vandal STARFIGHTERS DEPLOYED //: Several Wings | TIE/OT Outlander Several Wings | TIE/HF Slasher Several Wings | IPLT-01x Excursor Star Sloop Several Wings | TIE/INx Interceptor Several Wings | TIE/VX Vanguard Several Wings | TIE/HB Bruiser Heavy Bomber Several Wings | TIE/GA Mauler Ground Attack

BATTLE GROUP "Roan Fel" Simulation​

"And you're sure this is a proper substitute?" Konstantine inquired as he stood before the holomap table, a higher end display of this simulation programming, he glanced the way of his Kel Dor superior who nodded once.

"Well- the true to form simulation ships are aptly reserved for officers still within the academy. Unfortunately, Artor, you've graduated. Do you remember how you performed in the simulations at Prefsbelt?" He inquired, curious more than anything. He could've easily pulled it from his records but in spite of newly graduated officer's anxious perception, he didn't care in the slightest. Barely through the marks or top graduate, what mattered was performance on the field. Artor had a rough beginning, but Bastion was a true and effective trial in the fire.

"Ah- well...the Kuat simulation I did quite decent if I do say...the Hydian Way...well...I- anyways, let's begin shall we? And you said this is the very same as Battle Group Fel- er, Roan Fel?" Artor inquired.

"It is...and you've found your opponent, what is your first move?"

"Ah- well...give me a second to...consider."

"I might, he won't." He says, the metallic hiss of the door to the command bridge of the NIV Penitent hissed open to reveal a fellow Armada Officer in Kormov Alten .

"You- you're trying to embarrass me, aren't you?" Artor inquired, glancing the way of the captain before back to the holomap before him.

"The only one capable of doing that is yourself, Konstantine. Now, Captain Alten. A pleasure, I asked you here because in all truth, I see you destined for higher command, and soon. But your records...are nebulous, when and why did you begin your service to the New Order?" He inquired, arching a brow as he spoke with his voice muffled by the ornate rebreather.

 

[Elos Vizsla]

C R U S A D E R

OBJECTIVE I

Trajan Fett | Szilvos Kelborn | Jair Ordo | SoM

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Cold crept into his armor, even beneath his bodyglove. His skin tensed with each gust that rolled over his body as his boots trudged through ice and snow. Through the HUD in his helmet, Elos kept a close eye on the horizon, dropping his gaze to the comrades that marched ahead. All was relatively tranquil and calm, which in Elos' experience, wasn't a thrilling sign. There was a high likelihood him and his brothers were being watched, but from where remained a mystery.

Silence hushed his tongue and lips, eyes level with the sight of his rifle as each footfall sunk through the pure white that spanned as far as the eye could see. Still nothing being registered as living or hostile, Elos exhaled a slightly irritated sigh, rolling his right shoulder to ease some of the tension in his upper body.

"Die! Weakling inter-" A blaster bolt from Trajan's vambrace to the throat of the Yuuzhon Vong warrior silenced his foreign tongue, unintelligible to the Supercommando.

The stock of Elos' rifle pressed hard into his body as he snapped to the sound of an ugly, unfamiliar noise; laying there dead in the cold was a creature - an abomination that had just chanced upon him and his ilk, twisted skin and unrecognizable features puzzled Elos momentarily as he drew closer to the cadaver in question. "Ugly bastard, this one."

Uncaring for what exactly the dead thing was, Elos shifted back to a cautionary position and continued to look onward. "Tad chilly, wouldn't you lot agree?"

 

[Kormov Alten]

BYOO
Inaros Kaal | Var Koon

Kormov was a little nervous, truth be told. He had expected to have the day off, time to read, refresh his mind, and replay his earlier tactical commands using the very same simulator. Instead, he watched as the shuttle that Var Koon had sent powered up, departing the hangar of his new flag ship, the Stargazer. Kormov was proud to receive the promotion to a significantly larger battlegroup after the engagement over Dantooine, likely just for surviving it. He saw the stunning Dragoon-class escort frigate disappear from view as they approached the massive Pentient, four times larger then his own.

Size isn't everything, Kormov quipped, a slight grin on his face. One day perhaps, Kormov would have a ship as fine as that. Var Koon has been there on Dantooine as well, though Kormov was then a subordinate of Naier Rambeigh , and they hadn't spoken during the fighting.

The shuttle landed inside one of the massive Hangars of the Pentient, and after taking a minute to look at the Petards being loaded in storage inside the hangar, Kormov followed the deck officer to the elevator. Kormov thanked the officer, and then the metallic doors of the Pentient's bridge hissed open.

"You- you're trying to embarrass me, aren't you?" Artor inquired, glancing the way of the captain before back to the holomap before him.

"The only one capable of doing that is yourself, Konstantine. Now, Captain Alten. A pleasure, I asked you here because in all truth, I see you destined for higher command, and soon. But your records...are nebulous, when and why did you begin your service to the New Order?" He inquired, arching a brow as he spoke with his voice muffled by the ornate rebreather.

Kormov saluted Var Koon in the standard imperial fashion, before strolling to the board. He met Var Koon's inquisitive gaze and arched brow. There was silence for a moment while Kormov thought about the best way to explain it.

"Well Admiral, the answer returns me back to when I was a CO with the Sith. I was present for the Sundering of Mandalore. I'm sure your well aware of what occurred there. At that time, I was a TIE squadron commander tasked with close air support in the city..." Kormov's gaze turned more distant as he looked down at the holomap. "Well, I have a great track record for keeping my men alive, always have. Mandalore was the exception. But our wing wasn't just hitting enemy combatants. We hit civilians. And not on accident, on purpose. I indirectly disobeyed orders at first to minimize civilian losses. But my superiors eventually put two and two together. I had to choose between my life and those of my squadron, or those civilians. There are few easy choices in war, but that marks my worst."

"Afterwards, I was promoted. I captained an IPV, and then a corvette. Pirate Interdiction duty, mostly. My superiors could tell I was gifted, only reason they didn't execute me at the end of Mandalore. But they could also sense my morality, so they put me against targets I had no issue with. When Tavlar's rebellion began, I bided my time, waiting for NIO forces to get close enough to my assigned sector, around my home planet of Muunilist. I jettisoned those who wished to stay with the Sith aboard my vessel's escape pods, and we jumped into NIO space right after."

The Captian paused, squinting at Artor for a second, and then the holomap.

"Naturally, the NIO accepted me in, but they didn't trust me. I understand why... I came so late to the fray I didn't look like a defector, I looked like a spy."

Kormov pursed his lips, looking for a moment out into the great void of space, before turning back to the Admiral.

"But I did it for the sake of my men. The longer I waited, the better chance my men and I had of escaping Sith space. The people under my command are like an extended family to me. Everything I do, I do for them. Everything that occurs on my ships is my responsibility, ultimately. My sterling record on casualties accounts for that attitude. And even that number is far too high. I suppose someone took notice, otherwise I wouldn't be here."

Kormov paused for a moment, then continued.

"And yourself Admiral? I know you to be a fine and composed fleet commander, and I was there on Dantooine when you flung those Petards using the magnite arrays of the Pentient, and giving the Sith no time to maneuver by turning off their engines. An unorthodox tactic, to be sure. But I'm not much familiar with you besides that. Why are you risking life and limb to fight a numerically superior enemy and their new allies? And how did you come to captain the Pentient?"

 

[Djorn Bline]

S N A K E
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
HELSKA
FOCUS | Tyathriu Zheung

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He was first to take dibs on meeting with this new presence that had reached out to the New Imperial Order. While a task force was sent to the endless arctic of Helska, and most of the Moffs and Warlords attended the Imperial Assembly to discuss the nature of the Eternal Empire, Djorn would take this opportunity to meet the honorable Lady Zheung from Panantha.

Take this opportunity to integrate the woman within the ranks of the New Imperial Order. So many lost and wayward Imperials, whether disgusted with the Sith or in exile from the Core, found themselves in the haven of the New Imperials or the First Order.

Integrate the woman and perhaps find something else valuable to him. Politics and philosophy within the Order wasn’t exactly white and black. It was all grey with Moffs and Warlords expanding their power, always trying to gain the upper edge over their peers. While not exactly a Moff himself, Djorn did have some power within the agency of COMPNOR; the New Imperial Order’s dark horse.

What he saw in Lady Zheung? A potential asset for him. Help her out, and give him something in return. Landing in star destroyer, the Commissioner was taken to where Lady Zheung expected the Imperial delegation.

 

[Colton]

ETERNAL ULTIMATUM
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Tyrell Paxxus Jaeger Harrsk Lucien Dooku Enlil Josiah Navollius Robogeber Ravraa Vyshraal

Though still Relative new to NIO and Imperial intelligence he passed successes and experience found at this meeting of Moff, warlords, and other high tanking officials after listening for some time to the conversations and researching information on his datapad with he newly acquired Imperial Intelligence clearance, he spoke up in his clam, cold, monotone voice " Imperator, Moffs, and other distinguish officials if I may officer a more subtle solution, allow Imperial Intelligence to deploy operatives to gather information on this internal empire, this information will tell us a great many things, such as if are puppets of the sith, what their motivations for the attack on Galtice Alliance were, why they have violated their vow of non-intervention, what their capabilities are, who their enemies are, and most Importly how to best to retaliate for the attack, perps even being to allow their enemies to it for us to quote the old adage the enemy of my enemy is my friend. This allows for the possibility of retaliating for the attack without getting our hands dirty, in short, plausible deniability, I successfully performed many such mission as a Cipher agent for the Frist Order, they quiet effective and have the added benefits on collect information on multiple factions and organizations at once thus giving leverage on them as well." As he finished he scan the face of the others in attendance trying to gauge their reactions.

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[Willan Tal]

Old Galidraani
New Imperial Order
Eternal Ultimatum
Tyrell Paxxus Jaeger Harrsk Lucien Dooku Josiah Navollius Robogeber Ravraa Vyshraal Irveric Tavlar DECEASED Erskine Barran Dorin Nalju

Mayhaps Enlil was right, and maybe even the little alien Moff could be correct in his assumptions, but with any danger, it was merely a guessing game on the broader equation. They could only merely assume and hope whichever proposal would hit the mark, though he widely advocated for military action of any degree. Be it a more 'overt' intervention or the deployment of unmarked volunteer units to aid alliance efforts. He had no personal love for the Galactic Alliance; they were a bunch of halfwits practising a dead art known as the rule of democracy and had a harpy as a chancellor. Though he oft would admit that he admired her charisma and power on holonet broadcasts. Chandira was barely into her term, and much would remain to be seen.



Willan might've spoken in turn, but he was content to lay back and observe the proceedings unfold. His subordinate and fellow Galidraani was on the same page as him, and he had no reservations about what option he'd advocate for. Action had to be taken. Hell. He would volunteer his own unit of esteemed fellows if it came to war. A little warm-up for what was to come in the coming months with the simultaneous offensive against the dying Sith Empire and their horde of degenerates and spice heads.


Withdrawing a cigarra from his coat pocket and a lighter from another, Willan lit his cigarra and puffed on it. Exhaling large clouds of smoke that drifted in the cold, sterile atmosphere of the room. He took two more tokes before speaking once more, this time with a more serious tone to his voice.

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"Either way Imperator, I do suggest serious action beyond sanctions that do little more than irritate an incoherent pygmy state that does the bidding of a higher power, if we must take action then let it be at the hands of a volunteer effort or divert war funds to our more clandestine friends."​

 

[DECEASED Erskine Barran]

BLUE-HEART GALIDRAANI
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
ETERNAL ULTIMATUM

Tyrell Paxxus Jaeger Harrsk Lucien Dooku Josiah Navollius Robogeber Ravraa Vyshraal Irveric Tavlar Dorin Nalju Enlil

Giving a short, curt bow of respect to the other, higher-ranking speakers who addressed the Galidraani-exiles podium in response, the newly-made warlord of the New Imperial Order would maintain his expressive, wide-eyed (though endearingly-mild) air of enthusiasm for the subject matter. Lord-Major Barran had presumed that he was very lucky to be thrust into such prestige so quickly, even though it was a lesser station still than most in attendance, including that of the Brigadier-General standing right next to him; any such promotions were always welcomed, for Lord Erskine always saw these advances as the proving-grounds for excellence.
Don't feel wronged if some are harder tae win o'er than others, Barran. They're aw'ready in a war, mind?

After hearing Lord Willan's closing statement, the Eternal Empire's new war with the Galactic Alliance began to look a shade darker than it did before they arrived, for the clandestine option had been brought up numerous times by that point; not that Barran disapproved, it made perfect sense strategically, and Lord Erskine had been educated on the many multiple historical examples of such methods working to great effect. Though the utilisation of cloak-and-dagger methods in warfare were frighteningly effective, Barran guessed it would mean the Brigadier-General's other option would soon be sidelined as an accompanying strategy.

The Brigade's only real window of opportunity lay in the deployment of volunteer forces, and Lord-Major Barran saw this as his last chance to attain early mobilisation for the Blue-Heart battalion, and all their Northern-Galidraani brethren; for his commander, the first superior that Lord Erskine had looked up to in over fifteen years. Looking around everyone in the room, noticing this as his turn to speak, Barran bowed one last time before stating,'I believe it high-time to give thanks to our Imperator, for everything; not only inviting our brigade's representatives to attend the debates, but for inviting us to weigh in on the war's latest developments.'

Patiently waiting for Erskine to get to his point, the room's light hum of murmurs had become almost-unnaturally quiet, but Lord Barran knew this as a sign of unified, undivided attentions on a singular entity. His time to try for early-deployment was upon him, and the Lord-Major was ready to close his final statement of the evening with a similarly-contrasting change in tone.'Speaking of which, two of the strategies mentioned this evening have caught my eye in particular; and by the looks of it, the eye of my esteemed Brigadier-General also.', the Blue-Heart finally drawled, with the glare of the chamber's lights making his eyelids draw closer as he made to conclude his thoughts on the Eternal Empire threat.
Now or never, Erskine.... Better make it count!

'However, the one strategy which gains my full support will be the volunteer-army option. Such efforts have, and with many examples to draw from, historically proven extremely effective with competent, dedicated military-advisors.'​

 

[Colton]

ETERNAL ULTIMATUM

Tyrell Paxxus Jaeger Harrsk Lucien Dooku Josiah Navollius Robogeber Ravraa Vyshraal Irveric Tavlar Dorin Nalju

After DECEASED Erskine Barran finished speaking Colton spoke up again impressed with the warlord's closing "It appears neither option will get the full support on its own so perhaps if the volunteer army and clandestine option are done in conjunction, this would make each more effective the Eternal empire's focus on volunteer force would make much easy to the clandestine operative slip in and once in place they could really information the volunteer force about when where and how to strike as well sabotage defenses systems prior to such strikes. The chaos will allow the operative to gain intell much more quickly and easily than normal and with volunteer will be to achieve greater effectiveness due to the supplied intel and sabotage effort of the operatives." With Colton made a slight respectful bow and waited and observed the response from those present hoping this would end the debate and get the full support of all parties.

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[Tyathriu Zheung]

A_N E W_E R A

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"Your Lordship, the New Imperials have arrived," an officer informed Lady Zheung, "we have escorted them to your designated conference room."​

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She waved him away with her hand, "thank you Lieutenant, dismissed." Lady Zheung held an even tone in her voice as she was flanked by her guards. The Ching Shih was just one ship in a handful that marked the Panathan Imperial Flotilla, for if Lady Zheung wanted any opportunity to rid the galaxy of the Zambranos then that opportunity laid with the New Imperial Order. ​

Her guests would be treated to drinks while they waited. Armor styled in the ancient ways but with modern material. There was not a thing out of place in the conference room, and as Lady Zheung entered her guards remained as still as a single blade of grass. She gave a nod toward the lead member of the New Imperial Order's delegation Djorn Bline and approached the seat opposite of him. "Welcome aboard the Ching Shih, Commissioner Bline isn't it?" She was simply known as the Lord Zheung, Lady to those who knew her personally. The title she took from her husband, after she murdered him. ​

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"I am quite pleased to begin our discussions."​

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[Josiah Navollius]

The seat where the moff was supposed to reside was vacant. Nothing but air and the grumbles of old men of war. A small disc lay in Josiahs stead.

Waiting to be activated to broadcast a holo-transmission. With a flicker it activated. Projecting the image of the Moff for all to see. As the signal became more clear so did the details of men in armor combating Yuuzhan Vong forces at the entrance of the underground breach.

“ Imperator and men and women of the council. You will have to-“ his words stopped as his royal guard elite and kyber dark troopers were assaulted with thud bugs. Most of them dropped to cover immediately. “Excuse my absence.” It was at that last couple of seconds that yuuzhan vong warriors closed in on him. Leaving the last images of the Moff and his personal unit in hand to hand combat.

Then the transmission ended.




((Phone post, no tags))

 

[Anja Vertal]

2nd Lieutenant Anja Vertal
Objective: #1 (THE THING FROM ANOTHER GALAXY)
Tags: Tavius Muuaji Sinestra Wallace Paxxus


"Got clear visual on AJAX landing zone, patterns' split breaking for land." Blue spheres pique upwards peering out to the left and right and seeing her squadronmates' repulsors ripple above the snow sending a thin veneer of flakes wildly around the landing zone. Viper-one's landing gear find their purchase. "Feet dry, Angels-two and angels-three at one-hundred feet" The scent of freshly hewn leather on sterilised oxygen wafts up Anja's nostrils behind the expressionless faceplate of an Imperial Pilot. Crimson eye lenses thrum under the ruby light of the Gunship's cockpit. Viper one's two belly doors slide open with a swarm of white-armoured Stormtroopers disgorging from the pregnant craft towards the breach in Helska's icy surface.

"Visual clear on disembarked friendlies, coming up." The voices of her squadmates rung through the woman's helmet, each voice relaying one another's movements as Viper-One or "Vertibird" as it was affectionately called the craft of one Lieutenant Anja Vertal left the Earth in a steady pensive ascent. Anja's left-hand pushed and throttled the engine controls as necessary with right palm cradled a pitch stick with a number of prominent buttons and a trigger. Gingerly pushing downward on the pitch and throttling upwards Viper-one ascends clear of the snow. "Viper-one coming right, I'm on-station." Anja signals to her squadron commander that she was prepared for further instructions in regards to their combat air patrol operation.

Looking over to her RADAR's screen Anja wordlessly notes an absence of unknown contacts. "Viper-one has Radar clean." Anja's thoughts turn to potentially having to later run a casualty evacuation for some wounded grunts in the course of the operation, she sighed boredly. It would probably be the only spirited flying done during the whole course of this operation. Viper-One's boltgun grey swept wings were laden hot with weaponry and to Anja's disappointment likely not to find use. It wasn't that Anja loved being shot at, she simply loved for an excuse or reason to push an airframe to its' design limit, speed was life and Anja had the need for speed.

If the woman were better at Navigation while flying she might have been a fighter pilot. Anja would never admit she was inadequate at anything and coped with that disgrace by telling herself it was equally fun utterly cratering a target.

 

[Irveric Tavlar]

I M P E R A T O R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
ETERNAL ULTIMATUM
Tyrell Paxxus | Jaeger Harrsk | Lucien Dooku | Enlil | Josiah Navollius | Robogeber | Ravraa Vyshraal | DECEASED Erskine Barran | Willan Tal |

These Galidraani were bold, soon enough they'd have to prove how warranted it might be.

"For now, any large scale conflict is best left in the hands of the Galactic Alliance. With the fortified and united Core, their capability of waging war with the Eternal Empire far exceeds the strategic abilities of Kalidan. But so then, is it the Galidraani who would take up arms against the Eternal Empire? You would put your Volunteer Brigade on the line for this? Or are we to levy from other commissioned New Imperial soldiers...regardless, you all have been given the means, whatever resources you require...you will have." Irveric states to the two before addressing the rest of the assembly proper.

"War with the Eternal Empire...is yet to be seen...but they will know that if they continue to prop up this Zambrano Regime...they will wither away just as fast with a descent just as violent. Their leadership has been in turbulent uncertainty for some time. They are due their damnation soon enough. The Galaxy will know in due time what becomes of those who seek to ally themselves with the Sith. We have many more enemies aside from this Sith Empire...but it is the Darkness that which is the most despicable and we can not rest easy until the Iron Sun has eclipsed it all." Irveric states.

"Such is our duty...our obligation, to our people, our worlds, all those who trust in us to protect and lead them. The Darkness will die under our rule, where ever it roams. Though its home is on Kaas, in the Sith Empire, it congeals just as foul in the Eternal Empire...in the Confederacy, they will all meet their due. Justice knows their number." Tavlar declares.

 

[Jaeger Harrsk]

C O M P N O R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
ETERNAL ULTIMATUM
Tyrell Paxxus | Jaeger Harrsk | Lucien Dooku | Enlil | Josiah Navollius | Robogeber | Ravraa Vyshraal | DECEASED Erskine Barran | Willan Tal |

"There's also another way to pursue or...complement." Jaeger stated, cigarette lit between his fingers. He cushioned himself into the back of his uncomfortable chair. "The Eternal Empire has laid claim on former First Imperial worlds. Their influence hasn't been completely diminished there, elements exist which may or may not still have ties with their secret services to this day."

The commissioner blew a grey cloud of smoke before he added through nicotine-coarse tone: "COMPNOR can either establish communications with these elements or perhaps even better - reach out to our friends of the First Order." he wondered what the views of the First Order were on the Eternals behind closed doors.

 

[Trajan Fett]

S U P E R C O M M A N D O
THE OATHSWORN
SONS OF MANDALORE
HUNTER OR PREY
Elos Vizsla | Szilvos Kelborn | Jair Ordo

ONE OF THESE DAYS...​

Overwatch established. There was only a scant few of the Vong warriors in sight outside of the main facility. Trajan nodded once more, flicking up the rangefinder on his helmet once more its upright position before he continued his march.

<"One of you keep eyes on our approach, overwatch position. I'm moving into the main facility...someone run a lifeform scanner, see if theres any of these Trade Fed alive in the area, no doubt they'll pay well per head."> Trajan iterates, unslinging the disruptor rifle from over his shoulder.

<"Heat signatures show they're coming up from the ground...their hive runs through this whole karking planet I swear... Gotta find where they're coming up from...I'm delving the depths, need one of you to search through the main facility and we'll clear this place out. I have charges to collapse their entrance here."> Trajan says, glancing to the rail charge pack at his hip.

Another Vong warrior emerged and the golden bolt of his disruptor reduced to it to atoms. Honing in on the emerging heat signatures from the frozen earth beneath, he continued onward.

 

[Djorn Bline]

S N A K E
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
HELSKA
FOCUS | Tyathriu Zheung

Before finally meeting with Lady Zheung, the guards that escorted him told Djorn to address the woman as “Lord Zheung” out of respect. Something unusual to come across as most other women in power hailing from a royal background often adopted the title of “Lady”. Unusual it was, he would comply to their wishes. Out of respect and to show good faith from the Order.

“That’s correct, Lord Zheung. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” saying before he took the seat opposite of the Epicanthix. “I hope your trip to Helska was uneventful, there’s a lot of moving pieces in the Galaxy..” And the most talked about? The defiance of the New Imperial Order.

Now to business.

“I heard about your situation in regards to your homeland of Panantha. It seems you share the same defiance as we do. It’s something to appreciate not everyone on Panatha bows down to the delusions of the Zambranos, although I’m sure there’s few in numbers. How long have you been in this defiant position of yours?”

 

[Simon Meinrad]

H U N T E R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
HELSKA
OBJECTIVE ONE
Josiah Navollius

Looks like he can say he’s killed them all.

Oh, yeah, Crik had a list of species to kill and it was near completed.

Right after a barrage of particle beam blaster bolts collapsed a Vong warrior that tried to approach him with his amphistaff.

<“Looks like murder bingo is complete.”>

The only words he spared to utter after his kill. They were deep in the shit, they were all taken by surprise with this wave of Vong. Commandos and elite guards had their metal tested against these foes. Here they would find out who was the wheat from the chaff, and Crik had every intention being the bread on the table. He was a ruthless killer, perfect for this kind of jig.

<“Let’s get a move on, ladies. We got any disruptors to mow down this horde?”>

 

[Szilvos Kelborn]

m a s k s

OBJECTIVE I

Elos Vizsla | Trajan Fett | SoM

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The approach to the facility was familiar. He had been in this place time and time again, setting up with a squadron of men and women to assault a hostile outpost, only this time he was being regarded as just another gear, another cog. No one in particular was told to pick up Trajan’s command, as they were simply given to the open air, an assumption, something that he knew one of his kin would pick up on. Szilvos rattled the commands one by one. All he had in terms of loadout was a blaster pistol of course, nothing more and nothing less besides his stone shiv, far from suited to an overwatch. No rangefinder, his beskar helm was still being outfitted with the proper tech, and he hardly would be much use bumbling after the Rally Master on his way to deal with the depths of the hive.

Looks as if the choice was made for him, blaster pistol lugged from it’s holster, knife slipped from it’s sheath, a nod given to the open air.

<”I’ll move to the main facility, I’m not built for much past close quarters. Anyone backing me?”> He asked to the group, eyes staring at the few Vong scattered outside the facility, mirrors of guards from more civilized worlds.

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Objective 1: Patrol

Szilvos Kelborn | Trajan Fett | Elos Vizsla

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Not a real Mandalorian, not yet... Not that he was complaining, he didn't want his teeth kicked in again.

Still though, it was nice to at last work with, even if not beside some of the other big boys. With a hefty jetpack on him he thankfully could provide a useful if not a little unexciting role. Cyran was tasking himself with patrolling the Facility, the one all these extra-galactic invaders were from around here. He was to keep an eye out outside of it for any stragglers trying to make a run for it under the cold. He personally didn't expect that considering what little he knew of the savage race but who knew. Maybe a crafty could think they could get away.

Currently Cyran was chilling, kind of literally, on a cold boulder in the tundra over looking things. Keeping a diligent look out if there were any runners that he could hunt down and make short work with. Not to mention if things got really dire he could hop on in as backups well.

<"Just to let you all know, I'm in position, over.">

 

[Josiah Navollius]

Josiah had forgotten how fierce the warrior caste could be. Even with significant back up these aliens still posed a threat. “ Follow my lead.” He shouted to his elite royal guard and signaled to the shadow troopers to engage covering fire.

With an accurate spray corpses hit the floor. Finally the old soldier made the push past the breach arming himself with a plasma eel from the corpse of a nearby alien. Stowing his blaster, both hands became taught around the strange organic piece of technology. It was armed. The simple touch was enough to send a signal into the organic explosives brain. It was done flawlessly and as if Josiah has been handling vong tech for years.

He had.

“Get ready!” He shouted warning his squadron to prepare for their getaway. Letting the plasma eel fly, its thrust jetted into incoming forces with the force of a thermal detonator. Sending dust and debris everywhere to obscure the vision.

And by the time the dust settled Josiah, his Royal guard and the shadow troopers had vanished into a new spectrum of light. The silhouette of their bodies contorting light and bending it to their will. They were ghosts nows. Leaving the main fighting to the commandos and soldiers outside as they enter deeper into the complex.

They would do their duty. Well the main mission was to terminate the yammosk buried underground. The Moff had other plans for the creature and while back up was useful. He could not trust anyone except his loyal guard for this task.