Dominion Enemy of my Enemy | EE Dominion of Pa'Desh

[STRATCOM]

Pa’desh, the planet also known as “The Planet Lost In Time”. The warm-climate planet has not belonged to any faction since the last collapse of the First Order. However, they are now in the neighbourhood of the ever-expanding Eternal Empire. However, it wasn’t just the Empire who looked at the planet to himself, and even the Empire really just because others showed up in this area.

The first was the Eclipse Rebellion, who appeared here and pulled themselves up at the former headquarters of the First Order. The next to arrive on the planet was the Eternal Truth, who fled here from the Empress Regent and the Eternal Empire’s military. When they arrived, they did not yet know that the planet was already “inhabited” by the rebels.

Through the Eternal Truth, soldiers soon wanted to consolidate their power, blackmailing the leaders of the planet and slaughtering market players one by one. The planet was essentially isolated, this was exactly what appeared to the Eternal Empire and they went there to investigate, at which point it became clear that the traitorous “faction” was present on the planet. All this happened a few days after Tacitus' ship was found.

Around the same time, the Eternal Truth realized that they were not alone on the planet and that the Eclipse Rebellion was also present. Because the rebels did not help them after the coup attempt, they were also considered enemies. In this situation, nothing seemed a better option than neutralizing them or just playing them out for the Eternal Empire.

What is uncomfortable for someone else is an opportunity for someone else. While the Eclipse Rebellion, the Eternal Truth, and the Loyalists chased and fought each other, waging war to gain the planet, others were given a chance. Because, thanks to Eternal Truth, all business has disappeared from the planet. And this was an excellent opportunity for Black Sun, the Zweihander Union, and the Smugglers Alliance to acquire the planet’s industry and commercial sector, that is, the entire corporate sector.

Objectives​

Objective 1: Fight for your lives

The Loyalists followed the traitorous soldiers to the Old Fort, which was once the First Order HQ and is now home to the Eclipse Rebellion. The Eternal Truth attacked this place with full force (which was here on the planet), however, they did not expect the Loyalists to arrive in the meantime and attack them as well. As a result, everyone went into a two-front war.

Everyone, against everyone, however, can only be won by a single group in the bloody struggle for control of the planet. This is not the situation where politics or diplomacy has been given a role, this situation has long since gone beyond that point. Here only war can decide who dies and who wins.

Objective 2: Everything is ours

Pa’desh, thanks to Eternal Truth, the corporate sector was empty, which is why there are no companies or trades on the planet. That is, one that would be in the hands of centralized power or a large company. The trio of Black Sun, Zweihander Union and Smugglers Alliance could not have had a better opportunity. Now was the opportunity for them to take control of the planet from this point of view.

They were the only three of them, they didn't have to reckon with any rivals now. It was really up to them how to divide power among themselves and how to get the consent of the leaders of the planet. It was all up to them to get a new gem for themselves.
Objective 3: BYOO

Bring your own objective, whatever you want. The point is to have fun.

Spoiler: tag list

Adelle Bastiel || Arturo Braga || Ecthelion Aiglos || Fimrati Vailyippin || Formorta || Ilsa Visel || Ingrid L'lerim || Jardann Lancus || Kalic Daws || Loreena Arenais-Valhoun || Lorelai Ventira || RadioWhisper || Taozi Fuyuan || Tela Uolmi || Vidalu Na'an || Broka the Hutt || Kaine Hamilton || Race Tolsen || Corran Conner || Gortta Desilijic Tiure || Krae || Shavara || Curtis Learchin || Elaena Kessia Miran || Sterling Kinslayer || Ben Serrano || Farah || Lucas Harvey-White || Saga Linzino || Sentiri || Vexari Kahl || Fiona Graehl || Avolich Erasare || Temasa Ka || Hansen || Darth Revulsion || Willow & Ivy || Lorne Kantera || Kelsen Ghastt || Deryn Kaaldos || Nikolai Cridu || QEMD-15 Echo || Aya Clarke || Sanguine Nocturnal || Ismael Cal-Drouga || Darth Tythus || Shani || Rath Nihro || Tristan Evore || Ben Craig || Chris Walker || Taa Nul || Imperius || Malthael || Tyrael || Auriel || Charles Castex || Stryka Remex || Darlyn Excron || Alli Vern || TE-236 || Lace Donnadieu || Subject 73 Red || Salis || Ladybug || Viermen || Vyktor Orrin || Tranquility

Link: Pa’desh and The Old Fort

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[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Empress Regent of the Eternal Empire, Overlord of the Eternal Empire, the Emperor's hand, Lord Commander
The Red Witch; The Night Queen, Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Aboard the Dyadalmash, space around Pa'desh
Equipment: Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink | Soul | Shield talisman | Taozin amulet | Healing amulet
Tag: Kalic Daws

Aboard Tacitus' ship, they managed to capture a rebel, Kalic Daws , and the man has enjoyed Ingrid's hospitality ever since. The interrogation and torture, of course, was due and scheduled every day since Kalic was a prisoner. Ingrid typically wanted to know the location of the Rebel bases, the size of their army, and the names of the cell leaders. So she wanted information on general things.

Since Kalic was sentenced to death by law anyway, the woman could actually do anything with the man she wanted. The last few days were pretty crowded anyway, hardly anything could be done. The hardest thing has been overcome, it was well received by the public at first, and then the long-term effects will be revealed later. After breakfast, her first thing was to review the plans and send the appropriate units to the planet to put an end to the Eternal Truth, once and for all.

And she had no choice but to talk to the rebel again. The Overlord walked down the corridors of the ship, straight in the direction of the cells. She already had some ideas of what she would do with the rebel if the man continued to stubbornly. After all, it would go to Camp 9 from here, and those there don’t have any rights, a lot of people tend to experiment on them. As always, the red-haired woman wore a military uniform without ranking and above a military coat. That's how she entered the cells.

”Good morning, Mr. Daws. Where do you want to start today? In one of the interrogation rooms, or will you be stubborn again and go to the torture room right away?”

Whoever thought of this, Ingrid didn't enjoy having to torture the young man at all. She was completely neutral about it. It was just a job for her too, and she had to do it to get information and she didn’t even want to go on to do it after she got what she wanted. And the most important thing, she always gets what she wants.

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[Kalic Daws]

Kalic sat there, waiting. He already knew what was coming. Another day of being tortured and interrogated. It had been the same thing since he was captured. Day in and day out. The rebel had come to accept that it would be this way until he either got tired, or answered the questions asked of him, and he never answered.

He quietly looked at the one known as The Red Witch entered. Same as usual. She spoke to him, asking how he wanted to start today. Did he want to be interrogated, or just jump straight to torture. The Miraluka just shook his head, tempted to remove his eye wrap so she could see the vestigial sockets he had.

“I mean, I’d rather not be tortured right away, but we both know I’m not saying anything, Lady.” One thing he’d picked up on during his time captured. She hated it. A smirk formed knowing that that would press her buttons a little. He looked right at Ingrid, waiting for her answer.

Ingrid L'lerim

 

[Broka the Hutt]

Location: Aboard the Grancha Nem'ro just entering orbit of Pa'Desh
Tag: OPEN TO ALL IN SAID OBJECTIVE

As Broka's luxurious Chelandion entered the orbit of Pa'Desh, the Supreme Mogul of the Hutt Republic and Head of Black Sun sat in the main chamber of the ship on a comfortable throne. His men were on guard, but those not on their shift were free to enjoy the drinks sparingly. This world has become a potential location for a new market to get his fat fingers in. He wanted his men to be on their best performance, and so many were slightly aggravated that drinks had to be cut off at 5 rounds, but they would not dare question the authority of their boss. No matter how legitimate his authority becomes, Broka's Nem'ro-Suns understood any poor fate would be the consequence for questioning his leadership.

As the ship came out of hyperspace, Broka had his lieutenants and enforcer-captains summoned in front of him in the throne chamber. These were some of his most accomplished officers in his private army of Nem'ro Suns. Veterans of the lightning speed gang wars to claim Nar-Shaddaa for his Hutt Republic, as well as veterans of countless turf wars with the petty gangs on the worlds he had assets on. Most distinguished of these officers, was the hulking Houk Goyrg. The brute was the go-to man for Broka to unleash violence on his rivals. Since this was hostile territory he would carve out territory from the old fashioned way, that belligerent Houk was certainly going to prove useful.

"<All of you put before me are my most accomplished officers. Today, you will expand my domain to this world in the name of Black Sun and the Nem'ro Clan. The Imperials have already began invading pockets of the world by sieging a fortress of the rebels in this territory. You, on the other hand, are to secure assets in areas not yet touched by invasions. Send scouting parties around your landing zones to see what possibilities for expansion there are, and if any of the locals get in your way, you have my permission to kill them. Meanwhile, I will be discussing with the heads of the other commercial organizations the Imperials have to make whatever territory you carve out of this world in my name officially mine. Do you understand this my officers?>"

All of them said various forms of "yes sir" or "yes boss", grunted with agreement, or simply nodded their heads. Broka then nodded his head, and waved his fat arm to dismiss them to the hangar bay so they can get loaded onto the shuttles to do a proper hostile takeover in true Hutt Space fashion. Broka then called a servant over for some of his favorite eels, as well as a private banquet for himself, while he waits for the other organizations to arrive, or contact him if he has already arrived. The talks they would have to conduct would make whatever landgrab efforts he makes official. The planet was a war zone, and so, in Broka's mind, such methods were completely justified in the spirit of commercial competition.

 

[Goyrg]

Location: Grancha Nem'ro hangar bay hopping on a shuttle to go to the planet's surface
Equipment: Heavy Blaster Rifle, and Basic Body Armor
Tag: Broka the Hutt , and OPEN

Goyrg was not happy at all about his boss limiting his drinks coming over across the galaxy. He was getting bored, and so he got angry. When Broka called them over to give them instructions on what to do, and why they're here, Goyrg kept his anger in by not saying anything. Just grunting and nodding a bit when the speech was over. By hearing he has full permission to kill anyone who got in his squad's way made him a bit happy, and made his anger a bit more directional. He, and the men under his command, quickly equipped their gear in the ship's armory before they got to the shuttles. Goyrg found himself a heavy blaster rifle he commonly uses. The rest of his men grabbed various explosives, and blasters as well. His boss' private army was not really organized like a professional military, but they made up for it in brutality and improvised specialization. Each man knew what they did best, and did that for the job.

Now all loaded up, they made their way to the shuttle to go planet-side. Once all the men were situated he said, "Well boys, time for some fun! We're gonna do what we always do. Blow the place to hell, bash some skulls, and get the job done! Now, let's get this tin can movin'!"

And with that remark, the shuttle lifted out of the hangar, and flew its way to the region of the planet Black Sun aimed to carve out for itself. The place they're going was a city called Bala'dahl. An industrial city that has a lot of factories that his boss could make use of. The locals shouldn't put up a fight, and Goyrg knew killing the locals on purpose would not be approved of by his boss. So, they were sent to the region of the city outskirts, to secure the entrances to the city for Black Sun interest, while the less violent officers took care of the city itself. Goyrg did not really care about where he was going on the planet, all he knew was that dropping into a planet filled with war was going to be fun. He may run into a few of those rebels, or those other Imperials that hid on the planet as well, and have his kind of fun with them. "This might be even more fun than the gang wars on Nar-Shaddaa!", Goyrg thought to himself.

 

[Ladybug]

Objective 1: Kill Anything Trying To Kill Me


With a deep breath, The Sith Lord power downed her lightsabers; gauging the remnants of the battle. The Fort was nearly taken, before a mass of Loyalists charged like hungry ants upon a picnic, only to be stalled in their advancements. All around the area, bodies laid broken, bleeding, and dying or dead. The fight, bloody already, was far from over.

"My Lady," a rank and file soldier said, breaking the Lord's gaze that lurked upon the battlefield, "We have two captives in custody. They're begging to speak to the one in command."

Again sighing, not wishing to be bothered with the spoils of the battle, nor hearing the pleas and begs of sparing of lives from the conquered; the Sith gestured with her left hand to bring them forth. Heads covered with a mesh looking sack, the two where brought before her judgment.

"Remove their hoods!"

Crouching down, her eyes shifting back and forth between the two captives; she could feel a mixture of fear and aggression radiating from the prisoners.

"Tell me," Mikilanna began, "Why do you defend this place so religiously?"

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Empress Regent of the Eternal Empire, Overlord of the Eternal Empire, the Emperor's hand, Lord Commander
The Red Witch; The Night Queen, Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Aboard the Dyadalmash, space around Pa'Desh
Equipment: Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink | Soul | Shield talisman | Taozin amulet | Healing amulet
Tag: Kalic Daws

As a matter of fact, Kalic hasn’t seen or felt much emotion from Ingrid’s direction in the last few days since they’ve been here. As always, she was perfectly controlled and suppressed by her emotions. Of course, it is possible that the miraluka saw more with her own abilities than others with the Force, but nonetheless, the woman, as always, was a master of perfectly controlled emotions. She was able to do this before she became a Force user, which is why she had problems with Force abilities that required emotions.

Once again, she had an emotionless look in front of the man's energy cell, though Kalic probably didn't see any of it anyway, at most through the Force. Ingrid clenched her hands behind her back, standing in a small stretch, as would be perfectly expected of a soldier. She got the same answer she probably didn’t for the first time in recent days. However, by now she had another idea of what she was going to do. If torture is not used, there were other options.

Since the Emperor’s disappearance, but even before that, since the double agent’s work began, she has learned quite a lot from her lover and now from her fiancé, AMCO . Although the man didn’t experiment much with people who didn’t agree with it (at least the woman knew that), now there really wasn’t another option. Her position required this. The Overlord could have entrusted this task to someone else, but neither Devil’s Claws nor Death’s Claws were on board at this time, like other competent Wardens.

This work is left to her; even luckily she was not afraid to get her own hands dirty. This time she smirked too, but only for a few moments. When she spoke, she did so in her usual, cold, military, distant voice.

”So be it. Luckily, I’ve come up with something quite special by now. Come and take him to the lab.”

With this, two Wolfguards stepped closer, lowered the energy shield and walked over to Kalic and tried to grab the miraluka’s two arms to take with them.

”Tell me, Mr. Daws, what do you know about the mysteries of Sith sorcery and alchemy?” she asked.

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[Kalic Daws]

Kalic looked, surprised at the lack of physical reaction before hearing what the woman said. Something special? Then two guards grabbed him, and began to drag him out. The Miraluka sighed, looking around as he was practically pulled along. Ingrid asked what he knew of Dark Sorcery and Alchemy. He shook his head.

“I know it looks twisted, and cold.”

Ingrid L'lerim

 

[Eleena Salwa]

Location: Launching from Swoop Bay, Speed Corps Safe House - Bala’dahl, Pa’Desh
Swoop: FAE/V-02 “Loralora” Interceptor Hyperswoop Craft
Tags: Goyrg Broka the Hutt

The gang wars raged on, within and without the Scintilla.

The next flashpoint was Bala’dahl, a thoroughly polluted slum of a city which was worse than any “slum” she had ever seen within the Scintilla. At least the poor in the Scintilla could expect to breathe clean air, but here, Eleena Salwa felt as if she could never take off her breath mask for fear of developing some gruesome cancer in her lungs five years later. Nevertheless, Eleena had not shirked away from her duties, knowing that the malignancy of intergalactic criminal cartels would only continue to metastasize unless something was done to stop it.

In taking the fight to the gangs, Eleena would ride under the command of Traimri Bruz, a former gangster of the Black Sun turned officer in the Wild Hunt Speed Corps. He was one of the best swoop pilots in the Speed Corps, with many considering his skills behind the vanes to be beneath that of only the Regents. His prodigious skills had been developed through years of illegal swoop racing and dogfighting in “swoop wars” fought over territory against rival gangs. He had quit immediately after his swoop struck and killed a passing child during a particularly gruesome crash in the midst of a race, causing him to turn himself into the authorities in guilt for the accident. In his trial, the judge had sentenced him to a mandatory twenty-year contract of service in the Wild Hunt Speed Corps, which could be shortened based on the quality of his service and good behavior. Now, he still rode, but he did so in support of a noble cause, purging the galaxy of bloating cartels, intergalactic syndicates, and various malignant powers in the name of the Discordia.

However, for Traimri Bruz, this fight was also deeply personal, as the Black Sun had captured and sold his family into slavery after he had turned himself in. In truth, the eight-foot tall Trandoshan no longer cared for his former comrades. He had cut all ties to them in dedicating himself to the divine mission. As such, he would feel no guilt in blasting them from the heavens. However, he also fought for his family, holding out hope that they would live free lives once more, while the Black Sun and others like them were vanquished and defeated, never to return.

While only a few squads of Speed Corps had been deployed in the city, their efforts to repel the encroaching gangs would be anchored by a robust civilian resistance, one which was far more formidable than the gangs were expecting. For her part, Eleena would play a critical role in establishing air superiority, then utilizing that leverage to support the resistance from the skies, raining down fire on the entrenched positions of the gangsters from the twinned particle repeaters mounted on her swoop.

“Remember, do not engage any Eternal Imperial unitsss, if they are found to be presssent within the city.” Traimri Bruz hissed as Eleena slipped her helmet over her head, the sleeves forming a tight and protective seal over her lekku in the process. “All intelligence indicatesss that this area hasss been cleared for the Black Sun to take, but Imperial presssence is still a disssstinct possibility.” The Trandoshan continued, hissing as the doors of the bay slowly slid open. From there, ion engines screamed to life and Eleena took a deep breath before climbing onto her machine as the technicians moved away from the launch area. Turning on her swoop, Eleena felt a powerful vibration in her backside as the massive ion engines howled a predatory roar, baying for speed and blood as Eleena revved the engines, shifting in her seat as the safety harness automatically strapped across her legs.

“Mermaid Nine, you are clear for launch.” The voice of the controller intoned in her helmet.

Upon hearing her call sign, Eleena slammed the accelerator, driving her swoop out of the hangar bay with violent speed as she directed her craft to link up with her squad. Shifting her body, Eleena turned her swoop in their direction, moving into formation with her wingman as they ascended into the air, preparing to take the fight to the enemy...

Spoiler: Gear and Equipment

• FAE/A-03 Repulsor Craft Riding Suit
  • Energy Shield
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Small Arms
  • HG-88 ‘Big Iron’ Hand Cannon
• Melee
  • Whimsy Knife (2)

 

[Broka the Hutt]

Location: On board the Grancha Nem'ro in orbit of Pa'Desh
Tags: Eleena Salwa , and OPEN


Broka continued to feast when one of the squads that landed in the city called in early. Broka had to take a break from his meal, which he did not like, and lurch his corpulent mass over to the communications room just behind his throne room on the ship. There, he stood in front of the monitor to receive the call.

One of the shuttles landed in the city nearby what seemed to be a garrison of civilians and swoop soldiers, which caused the Nem'ro-Sun lieutenant to call Broka as soon as he possibly could. This was not expected, and he wanted to make sure that this city does not turn into a warzone to destroy the assets they came here to acquire. So, the lieutenant called Broka to make the call on whether or not to take that risk.

"Supreme Mogul Broka. There is something you must know of. The locals have armed themselves with the assistance of a gang of swoop pilots. They are somewhat well equipped. The issue is they are in the city, and we do not want to take the risk of possibly destroying the assets we came here for. So, what would be our course of actions boss?"

Broka was surprised with this. This was not good. Those swoop pilots must have tricked the locals into resisting because they only knew of the old Black Sun, not the new Black Sun that came from his leadership. The new kind of Black Sun that acted more as a trade guild to tame the underworld elements within the Eternal Empire, and secure trade between Hutt Space and the Unknown Regions. He needed the support of the civilians, and these petulant swoop pilots would get in the way of his ambitions for the planet.

"I want you to march out of that shuttle port, and observe these resistance fighters. Secure the area around where you landed as best as you can. I want to speak with their leaders. None of the people I actually wanted to speak with are here as far as I can tell, which means these swoop fighters would have to be who I talk to. Whatever you do, make sure you make those civilians they persuaded to stand with them question whatever the swoop gang told them about our plans. I need them to work the factories that Black Sun will operate and secure. All the businesses and industries in the city that were taken from them by the rogue Imperials of the "Eternal Truth" would be returned to them as long as they allow Black Sun to be the ones who run the city. Those who would still fight after that offer, are the ones I will permit our men to kill. Is that understood?>"

"Yes boss.", and the call was ended. Now that lieutenant had to arrange a parley an secure the shuttle port as well. Nothing he can't handle. This was one of the few officers in Broka's private army who had some ounce of actual military experience. Just an infantryman in his past, but enough to know basic maneuvers. As to follow the orders Broka gave him, the lieutenant got his men to start securing the shuttle port. After 5 minutes, the Nem'ro-Suns of that squad secured the shuttle port. Then it was time to go outside and arrange the parley between the swoop leader and Broka. The liutennent and a few of his squad mates walked out into the streets and made their way to where the resistance was located nearby.

"Name's Jarrek. I'm a Black Sun lieutenant under the command of Supreme Mogul Broka the Hutt. To you civilians who have chosen militant resistance, you have been told inaccurate information. The Eternal Truth stripped you of your industry and businesses, and we Black Suns are here to return them to you as long as Back Sun manages city affairs as a local government of sorts with your commercial interests in mind. You're all very lucky that I am not immediately violent towards you. Nonetheless, my boss wants to speak with whoever coordinated this resistance to come to an understanding between us. We do not wish to harm the you civilians because we want to return your businesses to you, and we can't do that if you're all dead for resisting us. So, please take us to your leader." Now he had to wait for them to be permitted to show whoever put this together what Black Sun actually meant for this world, and to counter whatever dogma these swoop fighters used to rally them. Luckily there were enough Suns in each squad to overwhelm this resistance at full force as what they see if they do not come to an understanding. It would be a shame though, and Broka would not be pleased, Jarrek noted.

 

[Goyrg]

Location: Almost at drop zone planet-side
Tags: Eleena Salwa , and OPEN

Goyrg and his men were almost at their drop zone in the outskirts of the city. That's when an alert came from the communications people on the ship. It read, CIVILIAN RESISTANCE ENCOUTNERED. LIUTENNENT JARREK COMMUNICATING PARELY WITH BROKA. ALL SQUADS BE PREPARED FOR CIVILIAN RESISTANCE IN THE MEANTIME.

Goyrg grew a sinister looking smirk on his face and bellowed a deep chuckle at the news. "Just when I thought we'd get a boring landing boys! The locals are gonna say hello with blasters! Time to have some fun while that dweeb Jarrek gets the boss to talk with their leaders. Until that agreement is settled, we're gonna do what we always do to schmucks that get in our way. Get ready boys! We're almost landing!"

 

[Eleena Salwa]

Location: Parley Area Outside Shuttle Port - Bala’dahl, Pa’Desh
Swoop: FAE/V-02 “Loralora” Interceptor Hyperswoop Craft
Tags: Goyrg Broka the Hutt

“Mermaidsss, we have been told to hold our fire. The enemy seeksss to parley.” Traimri Bruz hissed out over comms in a noticeably frustrated tone. “Cadet Sssalwa, you are with me. The ressst of you will fly patrol overhead. We do not wisssh to keep these gangsters and their ilk waiting.”

To say the least, it was a sudden and unexpected turn of events that made Eleena feel a sense of disquiet, as if something was not right. While there were many ex-gangsters in the Speed Corps, Eleena herself had virtually no direct experience with the criminal elements of the Scintilla or of the galaxy, for that matter. She knew that her kind were often enslaved by such actors, but that grim reality was far different from her circumstances as a military swoop pilot in the Wild Hunt Speed Corps.

“Follow me, Sssalwa. We will be landing in front of the shuttle port, with the resistance.”

“On your tail, sir.” Eleena answered snappily as she shifted her body to the left, directing her swoop into formation slightly behind Traimri Bruz’s craft. From there, it wasn’t long before the pair arrived at the location of the parley, landing their swoops next to the appointed representatives of the resistance, with the Black Sun delegation positioned a little over ten meters ahead. It would not take long for those of the Black Sun to realize that the swoop pilots were not mere gangsters, but rather professional soldiers in a military organization. Their sleek gammaplast riding suits were ostensibly far more advanced and comprehensive than the shoddy leathers worn by most swoop gangsters. In addition, their helmets more closely resembled those of fighter pilots, complete with a visible HUD, an integrated targeting software, and yet more advanced electronics.

The two said nothing as the meeting began, refraining from taking off their helmets and instead listening in silence as the leading Black Sun representative began to speak. As if on cue, the Trandoshan pilot tossed a holoprojector to the ground in front of the group. Then, with a singular mental command, the curvaceous figure of the Aspect of Devotion appeared before the gangsters in holographic form.

Spoiler: Gear and Equipment

• FAE/A-03 Repulsor Craft Riding Suit
  • Energy Shield
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Small Arms
  • HG-88 ‘Big Iron’ Hand Cannon
• Melee
  • Whimsy Knife (2)

 

[Hanna]

Location: Transmitting from The Tower, Eve - The Scintilla
Wearing: Hanna’s FAE/A-01 “Fulminatrix” Combat Bodysuit
Tags: Goyrg Broka the Hutt

There was a moment of silence in the air between the two delegations as the holographic form of the Aspect took in the words of the Black Sun delegation. Her expression immediately shifted towards that of a scowl, her pale features twisting in impatience at the deceitful words of the gangsters, who evidently sought to sow division between the civilian resistance and the elements of the Wild Hunt who had arrived to assist them in their fight to keep the city free from the domination of an intergalactic criminal cartel.

“A gang who posturing itself as a legitimate government in order to distinguish themselves from other gangs and who purports to protect the civilians from the ‘underworld’. Hmmm, where have I heard that before?” The Aspect began sarcastically, her eyes sweeping across the Black Sun delegation as the distinct roar of ion engines sounded out from the swoops passing overhead. “Actually, allow me to apologize for my manners, especially since you and your esteemed delegation were so kind as to introduce themselves to a peaceful civilian population with an army.” The diminutive Qilin continued. “I am the Aspect of Devotion and I am the individual in charge of the Wild Hunt operations within this region.”

“First, as pertaining to the resistance, I am not their leader, nor do I purport to speak for them or their interests. Our alliance is merely circumstantial. As such, I speak only for the Speed Corps, and by extension, the Wild Hunt and the Agents of Chaos. That said...” Hanna gave a deep sigh, her expression taking on a cold and firmly indifferent aspect before she continued speaking.

“As I am sure you are quite aware, people naturally do not take well to gangs moving in on their communities to enslave their daughters and conscript their sons. If you seek to disunify us by claiming that we fed them lies, then I am afraid that you would be sorely misguided, Lieutenant Jarrek.”

 

[Broka the Hutt]

Location: In orbit of Pa'Desh in Comms Room of the Grancha Nem'ro Chelandion
Tags: Eleena Salwa Hanna , and OPEN

The Speed Corps was not the swoop gang they were anticipating, but nonetheless, these were the ones that they had to deal with. Jarrek then made his rebuttal, "We do not lie to you. Black Sun is more of guild than a gang anyway now. You'll find men here that certainly act like gangsters, but my boss Broka keeps a tight leash on the happenings within the organization. If you will not accept the reality that this isn't a Black and White morality issue, and realize there are plenty shades of grey present, may I at least put Broka on holo imaging to discuss the matter with you people." Then, he didn't wait for them to respond. He threw a holo-communicator down and Broka the Hutt's image popped up in front of them.

(In Huttese)"<You are speaking of Broka the Hutt. Supreme Mogul of the Hutt Republic, Head of Black Sun, and Lorda of the Nem'ro Clan and its holdings. It has come to my attention that you do not know of the new nature Black Sun has taken upon itself since working with the Eternal Empire. Not many people across the galaxy know of it, so it does not surprise me that you still resist and refuse what we say as "divisive lies". Black Sun, specifically the branch controlled by the Nem'ro Clan that is present on this planet as we speak, is capable of governing territories. Take a look at Annaj if not my territory in Hutt Space. Prosperous areas that are abound with industry. The ruling of Black Sun is more hands off to communities like this by only having a few rules. It would certainly be a better deal for the locals than if the Eternal Empire's actual forces came here and took the city by force. We are giving the option for diplomacy since you are much more capable than a mere swoop gang by the looks of you all. The Eternal Empire has the hardware and the manpower to take this planet by storm if you reject us here. There are even more men of my own forces around the city region that could be committed to street warfare. They are very capable of such tactics from warring with rivals on Nar-Shaddaa while the Hutts were retaking that planet. My Nem'ro-Suns are under my command personally, as you can see by their uniforms, my authority is more important than what others in Black Sun would tell them. There is a good future for these people as the Eternal Empire itself will not stop at taking this world, and the rule of Black Sun will be good for this city, especially if the transition of power is mostly peaceful. We do not wish to kill these citizens, and I cannot be seen dealing in slaves for a while now, making these civilians free to work their businesses and export and import goods via the Black Sun network. I will rule this area like I do with Annaj, and have a viceroy here to manage daily activities while my rule remains absolute, but liberating. But, if you still believe that we tell you lies after I told you this whole objective we have of this city, and how liberating it would be rather than the truly authoritative Eternal Imperials would govern this city, and you look at the records of my own exploits, I will not hesitate to have all squads start killing those present no matter how bad collateral damage is for business.>"

Broka then stood in front of the holo-communicator on his ship waiting for the other party's response. He already had to deal with the Jedi to govern Nar-Shaddaa and Nal-Hutta via the Hutt Republic. Now with more moralists to pacify is going to be a real headache. One he could manage, but still irritating for the colossal Hutt.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Empress Regent of the Eternal Empire, Overlord of the Eternal Empire, the Emperor's hand, Lord Commander
The Red Witch; The Night Queen, Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Aboard the Dyadalmash, space around Pa'Desh
Equipment: Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink | Soul | Shield talisman | Taozin amulet | Healing amulet
Tag: Kalic Daws

Maybe; a couple of years ago maybe even Ingrid would have thought exactly that, but now she knew it wasn’t true. At times, of course, she still found it scary, and she understood perfectly well why Tacitus and the Warden wanted to destroy the Force. For a while, the woman had been able to do various things with her, “tricks” that she wouldn’t have called a trick because there were more of them. She had already been able to perform more serious rituals, but so far she hadn't experimented with many living things except Kveld. Only practiced on objects or necromancy.

”It's not that bad. It can even be painless…”

But it won’t be, it wasn’t for the purpose of making an improved person with it, but to gain information. She turned away from the man and left the cell, the two soldiers following her as they brought the young man as well. They went through a few corridors or even used an elevator until they finally got to where the woman wanted to go. The room was quite similar to a medical room, with only far fewer healing devices in it. From this point of view, it might have seemed more like a scientific torture chamber to an outside person.

Unless Kalic objected, the soldiers tied him up to one of the standing “medical” tables, and then they both left the room, leaving the Overlord alone with the prisoner. As they left, Ingrid turned back in the direction of the miraluka.

”Well, then it’s time to start, since so far I’ve only practiced necromancy or manipulating objects, I don’t know what the outcome will be, in you case.” she said in a conversational tone that she only played with acting.

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[Goyrg]

Location: Outskirts of Bala'dahl on Pa'Desh
Tags: Eleena Salwa Hanna and OPEN

As Goyrg and his men landed on the planet in the outskirts of the city, they quickly got off, and began securing the perimeter. Their job was to patrol this area witin the outskirts of the city to make sure no one was going to get in the way of Black Sun turning the city into a hub of operations. Their landing sadly was as boring as Goyrg hated. No one attacked them, but Goyrg knew some group of people would be prowling in the other areas of their patrol zone. It was only a matter of time until they come to blows with either rebels, Eternal Truth, or that Speed Corps that was getting in the way of squads in the city-proper. For now, they just had to establish a base of operations for during the capture of the city. Not much exciting work, but work that needed to be done in order for his squad to secure the area. Goyrg hated conducting these logistics work, so he had another guy manage that while he was inspecting the area with a few of his men.

What they found; nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just wilderness at the edge of the industrial hub. Hardly any civilians, and those they found were not going to get in the way. It would be a waste of time bothering with them anyway. However, what dissapointed Goyrg the most was that there were none of those Eternal Truth or Rebels in the area as well. Something didn't feel right for the Houk. He knew somebody had to be here, or at least on their way. So, he and his band of men he took with him on that recon, went back to camp to make sure things are ready for when any enemies would come.

 

[Ladybug]

Objective 1: Kill Anything Trying To Kill Me


The aroma of fear eradiating from the two unhooded captives was already flowing passionately into the nostrils of the Felacat Sith Lord, sending her mind into a tizzy without her delving into the Force to snort it up, even before she stood to question them. Slowly, her eyes darting back forth between the two, she crouched down to their level. "I'm in no mood to play games....with either of you. Answer my questions, and I might consider sparing your non-essential lives. My patience, as my judgment of you, wanes thin. Lying....is not an option at this point. I can rip whatever knowledge from you...evolving you into a drooling husk....but I'm tired and hungry."

Standing up, feather off the war dust from her outfit, she says, "Which of you wishes you speak first?" The two prisoners exchange looks then remain silent. Sighing, Miki adds, "Any other day, I would applaud your insolence...but not today. Again, impatiently I ask....who...whishes...to..speak...first?" And again silence. "Fine."

"Execute them both," came the judging command. Once more, the two prisoners exchanged looks, and this time the Lord saw upon their faces a sunlight of conflict. "Oh....the fear of death has loosened your tongues. Sadly.....I was hoping to trophy them. Speak!" Quickly and to her surprise, one of the prisoners lurked at her, in vain to kill her. Through the Force, the Sith Lord whose Darth name remains a secret, slowed the attack holding the attacker in stasis. Rolling eyes to the non-assaulter, Miki methodically closed her hand around the assailant, angrily digging her claws deep into the exposed and soft flesh; until death became absolute.

Casting the corpse aside, bloody claws becoming tongued cleaned, she looked at the last prisoner. "Well....?"

 

[Kalic Daws]

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Kalic stared at Ingrid. Painless? Somehow he didn't think that would be the result. And then he was brought to a room full of... stuff. Medical maybe. He didn't know. The Miraluka had a bad feeling about what was about to happen. Kalic struggled against the troopers, but it wasn't much use. After all the torture he'd already gone through, his body had sort of given up. He struggled some more as he was strapped down, looking at Ingrid.

"So what are you planning you piece of fodder?" He struggled more, until he heard the witch speak up. Kalic sighed a little, still not liking this situation. "So I'm just some lab rat for you to play with. Great. Great. For all I know imma become some deformed monster or something."

Ingrid L'lerim

 

[Elaena Kessia Miran]

Kessia Miran
Chameleon, Knight Warden of the Wardens of the Shroud, Agent of Blackwatch, sithspawn, L’lerim’s right hand​

Location: The Old Fort, Pa’Desh
Equipment: Gildenweave Light Armor | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit undersuit | Simple robe | 2x Westar 34 blaster pistol | 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | 2x Red blade lightsaber shoto | Stealth field generator | Holographic disguise matrix | G1 OmniLink | Shield talisman | Taozin amulet | Healing amulet | Empyrean gland
Tag: Ladybug

Kessia arrived at the old fort a little later than the other soldiers, though, as she heard the messages, she was not late yet because the fighting was still in full swing. It would have been uncomfortable to be left behind because of some bureaucratic nonsense. Pretty much everything had changed in the last few days since she was Ingrid’s bodyguard and had a replica (if needed) so she knew exactly what was going on in the empire. She knew it was only a matter of days and they announced that the Overlord would become an Empress.

She wasn't on Tacitus' ship, but she was there with the one they went with, so she knew what had happened on board. Unpleasant events, though, were for those who benefited from this. Let’s tell Kessia has always been closer to the Sith than Ingrid. She couldn't wait to finally play sometime that she was the Empress. Even if she knew L’lerim hated the idea of it. Of course, as much as the woman was able to feel such a thing. She means, not very much, but if she had to articulate what you would feel, that would have been the right emotion.

Based on radio broadcasts, the various units and the three enemy parties inside the building were chasing each other at the moment. So it seemed a lot of fun to the woman and she couldn’t wait to join them. After her dropship landed, one of the first people she met was a young woman, Ladybug , who was “having fun” with captured soldiers or rebels. So suddenly she couldn't tell based on the clothes.

”How is their interrogation going, are you having fun?” she asked with a grin, though because of her helmet and mask the grin didn't visible anyway, it could be heard at most from her tone.

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[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Empress Regent of the Eternal Empire, Overlord of the Eternal Empire, the Emperor's hand, Lord Commander
The Red Witch; The Night Queen, Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Aboard the Dyadalmash, space around Pa'Desh
Equipment: Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink | Soul | Shield talisman | Taozin amulet | Healing amulet
Tag: Kalic Daws

”Don’t you think it would be more appropriate to talk more politely to someone on whom your life depends?”

She asked, switching back to the cold, military voice. Ingrid looked at the man, always wondering what the miraluka's seeing might be like. She read quite a lot about seeing through the Force, so it was really interesting. There were only in-depth studies on this topic, but nonetheless, the whole thing was interesting. It was worth a try for her to ask the man if she would answer.

”Your species “sees” through the Force. Are you able to see Force visions as well? I am not thinking of trained Force users, but those who do not have enough Force to receive any training.”

She was really curious about that, but she was also pretty sure the man would continue to be stubborn and not talk. At most she will call it all sorts of things, maybe try to spit it out. Based on the behaviour so far, this seemed to be the most logical conclusion. But she even had another interesting question that could be really interesting for a species like this. The seeing.

”Do you know anything about how your body reacts when you cut yourself from the Force? Not temporarily, permanently. Will they just blind like anyone else, or will they have other consequences? Maybe this should be tested first.”

She said, she was still in a military voice. To some, this may have seemed like complete insensitivity, but it wasn’t. This was what anyone expected from a woman, the usual ordinary behaviour towards the world.

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