Enduring Adumar [The One Sith dominion of Adumar]

[Vrag]

Riding on a wave of continuous victories, the Sith rammed directly for Wild space, seeking to establish a firm foothold before they continued with further expansion. What better way to start off the party than with making a grab for another industrial planet? They seemed to do a lot of it these days. Not that it didn't make sense, of course, but it did get tiring, watching permacrete walls and durasteel spires reaching for the skies day in and day out.

At this point, she was seriously considering a vacation on some garden world. Corellia had been on the shortlist for some idyllic holiday relaxation, but then Netherworld had gone and walked all over that particular dream. A pity, really, but there were plenty of other fish in the sea.

"Let's move, boys!" the Knight called out to the troops waiting in the hold, row after row of dull black staring back at her. They would hit the planet fast and hard, mowing down the opposition before the fabled culture of fighters ever realized what was truly going on. While revered as some of the best duelists, the people of Adumar could hardly stand a chance against the organized military might of the One Sith.

Dropships descended upon the planet like a hail of fire, signaling the end of an era and as the new one was already knocking on their doors with fists of durasteel.

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Adumar Objectives:

1. Convince Tarrvin-on-Kallik to sell or sign over the corporation. (It creates fighters...I'm sure we could use those).
2. Take control of the state Halbegardia.
3. Capture the capital city Yedagon City.

 

[Reverance]

Take control of Yedagon City

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1srAL22ETmA​

The Right hand exited hyperspace, waves of power and influence emanating from the Immortal. Upon the throne sat Gabriel, newly minted as the personal Wrath of the Emperor, proclaimed judge, jury, and executioner. Finding himself outside the folds of influence within the One Sith, he felt the jarring juxtaposition between where he once existed and where he now sat, metaphorically speaking. It wasn't that his goals or activities had changed, just that the title given to such actions were imbued with focus and determined direction. And honestly, between the Hand and the Wrath, the title seemed to fit him just more appropriately. And on the outskirts of his mind, mid drift through space, he lingered upon the ideas of those who would fit the space recently voided. Not that many would know, the 'promotion' was relatively hushed.

There were many orders given to this planet, many things to accomplish. But he had always felt the taking of things to fit his needs and lust for the violent. After all, he was one for the taste of blood in his mouth. Yedagon city, the home to the Yedagon, would fall beneath his knife today, under the direct orders of the One Sith Hiearchy.

And so he lifted lazily from the throne and strode off down the hallway, that same walk he had done so often, to find dropship in hangar that would ferry him to the planet beneath the Immortals gaze. To issue the will of the sith, his fists and armament would do the bidding. Upon his body, the war-torn armor and flack jest, covering scarred and tattooed body. His thigh, hoisted the Beaut, his waist the bandoleer. And upon his back, the Sith Weapon of his trade.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

1

Alric Kuhn walked off the boarding ramp of his Lambda-Class Shuttle. The ship was ancient by any standard, but it had been upgraded and refitted many times over to be in line with current standards. The ship was by all accounts better suited than most modern transports, if only because of how luxurious the inside had been made to be.

Even if that wasn't the case, the Lambda was so iconic that it made an impression no matter where he went to.

Perhaps here on Adumar it would send a message, after all this world had once been a part of the Empire, they would remember it.

He walked off the ramp and into the waiting arms of the Tarrvin-on-Kallik corporate security. Men and women in terrible dress uniforms that all looked rather terrible. Alric greeted them, or their leader, with slight apprehension. They said nothing, and simply gave a salute followed by a small wave.

It seemed today was all business.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Objective: Economical Prosperity
Allies: Wallet

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Ghephaenne Deeper-Craters Weaponmakers. It used to be a company that made the infamous blastswords on the planet of Adumar, then two things happened, first the Gulag plagued wiped out a huge percentage of the planet’s population. It took a long while to come back from that, and now… well… now the rapture happened and once again a huge percentage of the population was gone.

Suffice to say that the Weaponmakers were no longer a reliable entity, their company hadn’t been reopened for a long while, and the Blastswords that were currently in use were either inferior to the old stuff, or they were actually the old stuff. Which spelled a lot of good for Irani, so much good that he was currently meeting with one of the remaining officials of the planet.

A huddled bunch of official, to be sure. It’s like they say, chaos could be considered a ladder. Some used it to climb up in life, to make something better. But others only fell and would never rise up again, broken from the fall. The official seemed to fall (heh) under the later portion.

Anyway.

Irani proceded into the meeting room and sat down. This would be interesting.

 

[Caulder Dune]

OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE YEDAGON CITY

As was now part of his pre-battle ritual, Darth Adekos had taken to lecturing the small division of soldiers under his command. He paced back in forth in front of the lines of Sith troopers, babbling incessantly.

"It is of the highest importance that the Industrial Sector be secured intact with as little structural damage as possible."

While Alric and Darell were negotiating with corporations, it would fall on Adekos to ensure that those corporations survived the general rioting that had taken hold of Yedagon City. It was almost annoying how uniform the picture was from place to place. Looting, pillaging, panic in the streets, total collapse of societal order. Then the Sith showed up in their dazzling Wyyrlok-Class Star Destroyers, brutally began reinforcing the law of the land while simultaneously subjugating the tattered remains of the planetary government to their will.

They were just doing the evolution, baby.

"I don't suppose there are any questions?"

 

[Alric Kuhn]

1

They walked together as a group.

Alric was more than used to this. He was more than used to being escorted in silence. Of course behind him trailed to of the Sons of Titan, men trained to be as deadly as entire squadrons of other soldiers. He wasn't idiotic enough to walk into enemy territory without some kind of backup, though the Adumari were not necessarily enemies.

Not yet anyway.

They were a crazy bunch though.

Here on Adumar it was all about honor. Every citizen, noble to low born believed in some sort of honorific system. Pretty much anyone could challenge anyone to a duel and things would work themselves out. Of course, Alric had no intention of falling into one of these duels, he had made sure to remind himself to be polite.

“This way sir.”

One of the guards said, almost as if trying to placate him.

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Capture Yedagon City
Allies: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Darth Adekos"]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_YpqmTHNhuk​

First in, last out; it had somehow become her trademark style during these weeks, despite her innate distaste for these sorts of things. Trends, fashion, routine… they all bothered her, and yet they managed to sneak up on her regardless. Oh, well. Nobody could claim that she didn't try, at least.

The armored Sith spilled onto the beleaguered planet with her troops, just black form among many as they disembarked. They had come in the thousands, nearly obscuring the sun with their numbers as they continued to descend upon the world. Dropship after dropship, soldier after soldier, the finely tuned and ever oiled war machine assembled itself before the horror-stricken eyes of the Adumar people. They would see their final day, only to be embraced into the welcoming fold of the Sith as the black legions brought a new order to their suffering culture.

Grudges would arise, surely, and they would be hated for their efforts, as they always were, but in the end no amount of raging and denial could change that one, simple truth; the Sith were here.

"Move out, establish the advance camps!" the Knight shouted into her comlink, all business and no play. They would have this world on its knees before the day was done, exacting the will of the Emperor with an unyielding resolve. It was their way, and they would not be swayed.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Objective: Economical Prosperity
Allies: Wallet

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There is a certain thing called due process, it kept savvy businessman as yours truly from accomplishing just about anything they wished to accomplish by placing needless restriction upon them. Truth to be told it couldn’t be done any differently most of the time, law was important, law kept the status quo, law made sure that no hillbilly hooligans dashed into your factories and started wrecking them for no reason whatsoever. (or perhaps because their medical insurance wasn’t all that)

Point being, Irani respected the law. But he also respected common sense and the distinct sensation of opportunity lingering in the air, and as he had sat down at the head of the long table in the board room, as Irani witnessed all those empty chairs that signified just how bad the current government was doing?

Well, it was very clear that a new law and order had to be imposed, this would only be the start of it. That much was for sure.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

1

Most of the people ignored him, and that was fine with Alric. He never much liked the people here or what they were up to. Honor always seemed like a silly thing to Alric. It was an idea that he couldn't really stand, such an imagined thing that held you together.

Of course he himself had a code, but it was far more...loose.

A smile crept on his face, the thought of himself being held to a stricter code of honor making him chuckle an smile.

How silly that would be. Eventually they managed to reach what appeared to be some sort of conference room. The small security detachment left them, and Alric and the Two Sons found themselves standing in an empty room. Alric looked about, shifting on his feet. “Rather rude.”

Alric commented to the two silent Sons.

 

[Boethiah]

Objective: 3

The Host Lord's forces descended upon the capital city in the fashion not too unlike a swarm of locusts. Gulandi, battle droids, Umbarans, and an assortment of various soldiers and warriors made up their front lines. Every one of them was forged in war and conflict; a force that knew nothing but death and destruction. The Primeval would aid the Sith this day as they would any other day... Nothing to hold them back, nothing for them to fear, it was the massacre they sought and by Anja's will they would have it.

Dropship ramps opened, the squadrons of men and women charged out towards the line. Although the enemy was mainly of militia they were fiercely defending their homes from attack -- to prevent their loved ones from dying or being enslaved. The witch turned on a communications device, "This is Anja Aj'Rou, we're here to aid the Sith.", she announced. The signal was not encrypted... Anyone with the proper frequencies probably knew that by now. A name that meant little to most but in this area of space The Primeval were remembered as being the largest threat. The Sith are getting close, the eastern fringes will have more to worry about after this day.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Objective 3: Capture the capital, Yedagon City

Cryax Bane sat hunched over the central computer at the command center in an abandoned space station over the planet of Adumar in Wildspace, doing what he did best, slicing. He and his team of Red Raven slicers who had been personally hand-picked and mobilized by the Chiss slicer-turned-crime-boss, had been called upon to assist tenuously loyal Raven allies, the One Sith, with their capture of the capital, Yedagon City. It was of utmost political importance that more Sith backs were scratched in order for the Ravens to continue to ingratiate themselves with the unstoppable Sith juggernaut, so the crime boss dropped everything and had his pilots set the course of his Galaxy One for Adumar space.

His communication channel was open to pick up any additional orders or changes in plans from One Sith members. However there would be no handholding from Sith leaders, as most knew from Cryax's performance during from the battle of Kashyyyk, that the best strategy was to simply let the geeky and enigmatic Chiss do his thing, unfettered.

His plan was to slice into the defense networks and disable all defensive ground weaponry so that Sith soldiers could move in and control the city with minimal bloodshed. This operation was the perfect place to put his newly developed software Blue Phoenix to the test. Cryax's guess was that Adumar was woefully under prepared for the type of techno war that he and his mostly teenage slicers were about to launch on their systems. His only regret, that he couldn't see the looks on their faces as Yedagon City generals stared at a massive message that would flash up on their computers. Cryax's two favorite words: "SYSTEM FAILURE"

 

[Caulder Dune]

OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE YEDAGON CITY

The drop ship dipped below the clouds, zooming towards Yedagon City. Some parts looked remotely stable, other parts had plumes of smoke rising from them and were marred by the occasional explosion. Darth Adekos noted with great annoyance that they were flying towards what looked to be the heaviest fighting. He really should have expected that. He wouldn't have come here if the industrial district didn't need a staunch, Force empowered, capitalist defender to save it from the terrifying grip of looters and crooks.

"Take us in steady, please."

"Uh-huh."

What an uncharacteristically rude pilot. Normally these people were supposed to be candid, but this one barely made a sound with his disgruntled uh-huh. Someone's supervisor would be getting a written complaint once Adumar was safely concluded and under the thumb of the One Sith.

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Capture Yedagon City
Allies: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] | [member="Cryax Bane"]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRY3RT_IVh0​

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Well, maybe they would be swayed just a little. This one cute coffee shop caught her eye as they made the first push, bursting into the city on multiple fronts. Her comlink was alive with reports from all over the place; the industrial district was in Adekos' capable hands, but the rest of the city was quickly turning into a mess of panic and riots.

"See what I have to deal with?" she growled into her mouthpiece, the message intended for her current favorite businessman/Rambo. "I mean, what the hell is with this tendency to go all rebel on us?" the woman went on even as her rifle barked at the guards trying to stop their advance, explaining the obnoxious situation to [member="Darell Irani"].

"Why are they so damn stupid?" Another shot, another dead. Damn, the people were growing less organized by the second, and it was starting to show. They were doing the Sith's work for them, really, and Vrag briefly wondered if she could just sit back with a warm cup of stimcaf and watch the events unfold. In the end, they always arrived just to give that one last prod, disturbing a precarious balance. The rest just happened naturally, and chaos returned to order with the ghost of the Dark Lord keeping a close eye on its progress.

"This is Vrag of the One Sith, your help is welcome," she nearly spat into her comlink between breaths, responding to the Host Lord as she slammed herself hard against the nearest wall. Ah, the beauty of urban warfare. "We need reinforcements in the east, the residential areas are the focus of the militia and the guard. Feth them up good."

 

[Alric Kuhn]

“Mr. Kuhn.”

Alric didn't even flinch at the use of his real name. People knew now. It had been revealed when the One Sith had taken Neimoidia. The man running Titan Industries was not Heinrich Serin, it was Alric Kuhn. Empress Tetan Native and man of many faces. The surprise had been great, but it seemed that the Sith had not really minded.

Of course it helped that his fiance was one of five Voices.

He smiled at that word, then quickly banished it. There was business to be done, and he could not always just think of Silara.

The man who had addressed them was a big burly person. He wore an official uniform and one of those odd swords at his hip. Alric looked at it for a moment, raising his eyebrow slightly and then shifting away. “Mr. Nierin I trust?”

It was best to be polite.

 

[Boethiah]

Objective: 3

The Host Lord's forces were already doing what they do best, the line they had struck first was already on the brink of collapse. Attacking the east would soon be underway, Anja's eyes turned to the other dropships which finally unloaded troops and mobile guns. The proton cannons on the mobile guns would rip through any armour our air support the militia might have. Screams rang in her ears, the fear and terror of countless innocents were louder than gunfire to her. Were they truly innocent? Philosophy left to be debated another time...

"Pray that your Gods are true.", she whispered. Several squadrons were now deeper in the city, the main force diverted towards the east as requested -- proton fire rained down on the residential area.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Objective: Economical Prosperity
Allies: Wallet

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Irani’s head tilted slightly in the midst of the negotiations, a vague smiled curled up on his lips as he listened to something vaguely amusing and with a vague gesture of the hand he made it clear that a short break was due for the time being. They had already established that the blastswords were the lifeblood of the world, it was a part of their heritage. A way of life.

And the fact that some of them simply refused to work in the middle of a duel? That most of them didn’t even have the proper kickback to them, all that crap and details that nobody but their world cared about? Well, it was big stuff. This was the first step, acknowledgement that the current item wasn’t up to snuff.

The next one would be to convince them that he could make it better.

But a break was due, and so Irani tapped on his own earpiece and shrugged - more to himself than to the one on the other side of the line. ‘It’s the way of the jungle, miss Vrag.’ the relaxed and soothing voice would fill her earpiece, it was a callback to the impressive stature of Carach’s own voice, softer, less emotional, less soul and more analytical fortitude. ‘Men and women do not bow easily, and so it is to us, those that know better to show them why it’s better to sometimes… accept the situation as is.’

A pointed look at the current establishment in front of him.

‘Or crush them into submission, when they refuse to see reason.’

What a Sith way of thinking.

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Capture Yedagon City
Allies: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] | [member="Cryax Bane"]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w4gDxKcFCkM​

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"Oh, for feth's sake, [member="Darell Irani"]," she grumbled as she cracked somebody's skull against the wall. "I know how this crap works in theory." The Knight did it again, just to make sure that the guard was truly down before moving on. She'd hate to get shot in the back in such a close-quarters melée; even with her healing, that would hurt like a queen, and she couldn't afford that right now. Her sidearm was replaced with the trusty kiss of fire from her flamethrower as she fried the opposing forces from the flanks, forcing some to fall back while their comrades were being cooked alive in their armors.

"Alright, listen up!" her voice cut above the din of battle in her immediate surroundings. "Riley and Durant, you're with me," she continued as fire breezed past their ears. "The rest of you, keep pushing and meet up with [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]'s forces coming from east." With a small nod, the Knight took off with her smaller squadron of highly trained troops, all of them loyal and experienced in working with her. Their lower numbers aided them as they took the narrower streets, unimpeded by the width of siege weaponry and machinery. Nothing but the undiluted power of the body pumping beneath those durasteel plates, and yet it proved enough.

As always, their true strength lay in unity, and the One Sith had that aplenty when it came down to it. "[member="Reverance"], darling, you wanna box them up from the north?" Soon their own ranks and those of their allies would be flooding the city from all sides, hopefully forcing the government to open peace negotiations. Maybe the businessman was right.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Objective 3 with [member="Cryax Bane"]


Patricia stood by with Cryax at his little base of operations on the space station, she wore Warden class body armor that was pressurized and ready giving oxygen if something were to happen to the station. Cryax was in his little nerd zone and she really didn't like talking to him when he was like this. Most conversations were fairly one sided, and by that it was Cryax responding in a series of "Uh huh, yes, I know what you mean." And that was pretty much it. So Patricia just sat back on guard duty.

She sighed holding her Czerka rifle and she had an honest amount of hatred for the One Sith and their kind. It pained her to be here but at the end of the day she did need to collect a pay check to support her family. Cryax also knew something about Patricia, while she was his assistant, if he asked her to grab a cola for him or do demeaning tasks that were a waste of her skill set. Well long story short it wouldn't end well.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

The man did not speak. Instead he simply gazed at Alric as if he was expecting something. The Titan could not have said what that was, though form the look of the man he would expect it to be some sort of bow or formal greeting. Unfortunately, Alric would be giving neither of those things to this man. Alric Kuhn did not bow before those he considered his lessers.

“We have business to conduct Mr. Nierin. I suggest we get to it.” Alric kept a straight face as he spoke, though the man apparently did not enjoy his conduct. “Your business is suffering. We can aid you in that. Titan can aid you.”

Alric watched as the mans hand tightened slightly on the hilt of his sword.

He smiled slightly, a small crooking smirk.

There was something he enjoyed about conversations like this. He was technically correct in his words. The mans company was suffering and he knew it. Yet there was no reason for Alric to be so rude about it, but he was anyway. He did it anyway however because he simply found it amusing.

 

[Boethiah]

Objective: 3

The Primeval's forces finally begun to march along the eastern front. The militia was fighting hard but their efforts weren't enough to hold back the brute force of ravenous warriors. For as each of their own fell, the march continued. Anja herself stayed near the center of the pack. There was no need to fight when your own troops could do it for you; and they did it well. The mobile guns were slowly moving along with minimal escorts. The twin cannons targeted various structures, forcing the militia to spread out. Without proper formations or anti-armour they secluded themselves in the rubble and began using guerrilla tactics. Unfortunately for them, such tactics were useless when time was no longer their friend... No one truly needed this city to achieve victory here. What was destroyed could be rebuilt and the denizens were proving to be more of a waste than they were of any potential use.

Lines of prisoners were pushed against the walls and executed, save for a few ... Usually the young who like clay could be molded into something else. The Host Lord was not here to spare the lives of the unfortunate, rather her Gods didn't demand it.