Fire and Blood [Iron Empire T3 Dominion of Miasma & Tera Lush]

[Sila]

Sila leaned back in her chair as the Iron Empire representative gave her his answers to her terms. "Very well. I shall go to Ilum but I require time to get my affairs in order. I'll have to get my assistant power over the Labs in my absence." Sila flashed a smile to his next response. "That is very good to hear. I do hope this partnerships benefits us both greatly." Then the smile disappeared with the representative's last response. "Hmph. Okay then. What is your alternative?"

[member="Iron Empire NPC"]

 

[Aster Rose Baelor]

Spoiler

I R E N E​

Post: 10/27

Barely half a year old with little experience with the world, Irene puckered her lips as she glanced at the face reflected in the mirror. "Makeup on point," she said puckering her lips as she spoke the line that female organics seem to be particularly fond of.

Organics are strange she thought, taking one last look at her makeup. What is the point of spending half an hour each day to apply this temporary face paint that will be washed off by its end? She frowned and shook her head. Abiding by the cultural norms of organics was so inefficient was such a waste of time.

"Preparations have been completed. I will wait on Miasma for Firemane's arrival, High Warden Harper," Irene spoke into her comlink as she left her room, the sound of her heels - her most loathed shoes as they served no practical purpose - clicked down the hallway as she exited the ship to await the arrival of Firemane's vessel on the dismal planet.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]​

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Tera Lush
Objective: Join with local resistance forces and free the shackled Lushiens.
Location: Rain Forest on Tera Lush - moving toward Sorios

(5)


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The outskirts of Sorios came into view but the transport halted and everyone piled out. Theo followed them along the edge of the forest staying out of sight as best they could, half the group had moved off in the opposite direction to flank the city from the left, he joined the group peeling off to the right and back into the forest a little way. Soon they came of a clearing in the forest and one of the men began to push away dirt and leaves from the ground to reveal a solid metal door which he opened quickly enough.

The resistance members climbed down and vanished beneath the ground and so did Theo. Once inside they made their way along a narrow tunnel, purpose built by the resistance to enter the city undetected and it would take them all a good fourty five minutes to get into the city limits.

The other groups directive was to create a diversion and allow the others to move toward their objectives. They were to find and release the Lushiens and get them to safety, simple enough. Yet when they finally reached the end of the tunnel and stepped into the city. It was deadly quiet. Not a soul in sight and Theo could not sense anything or anyone, at least not in the immedate area.

"Move out and find them", came the new order from the leader of this group. Something was wrong, that much was evident and he began to believe they had walked into a trap.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Aster Rose Baelor"]


As far as Firemane knew, Miasma was still a contested world where the Iron Empire was engaged in combat with dastardly insurgents. Thus it was a bit baffling that the aforementioned Empire chose to hold a business meeting there. Perhaps it was a show of confidence, a sign that conquest of the world was imminent. Maybe the Imperials sought to impress foreign business representatives with their military strength and ability to pacify hostile worlds.


Regardless, Firemane would be answering the call. The corporation had an in interest in expanding its reach, after all. Business was good, but expansion was key for a corporation, the same as for empires, no matter whether they were autocratic or purported to be democratic. For without expansion, one stagnates. And when one stagnates, one dies. This was probably a slightly nihilistic view, but there was ample cause for nihilism in such a bleak galaxy.


So without further ado, a shuttle bearing Firemane colours would arrive at the meeting place and swoop down from the sky to land. Aboard the ship was a young woman called Elpsis Elaris, spiritual niece of CEO Siobhan Kerrigan and a Mistress of the Order of Fire. She was no saleswoman or even really involved in business stuff, but one of Firemane's best operatives and used their death dealing toys a lot. Perhaps the CEO wanted to calm the fiery pyromancer down a bit by giving her stuff to do that did not involve explosions. Should insurgents show up, she'd be able to roast them with holy flame.

 

[Djonas Vile]

[SIZE=11.6667px]Miasma[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.6667px]Search and Rescue[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.6667px]Post V[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11.6667px]Jonas pushed forward into the ranks of the Chiss, defeating the initial wave. "Where is the damn medic?!" Suddenly, with the opening Jonas had made, the medic sprinted into the corridor. "I came as fast as I could, sir. Getting through the gunfights was hectic. Where is she?" The medic had clearly been running for a while as evident by his frantic breathing. "Slow down, guy. Take a breath. She's right here in the cell." Jonas led the medic to Aster. "Let's see what we have here.." The medic pulled out his medical equipment and began to examine Aster. Meanwhile, Jonas returned to keeping on the defensive. "Do what you can for her, doc. Be delicate with the princess too if you don't mind." Jonas said before turning his attention to the Rodian. "You're gonna need more than a sword here, buddy." Jonas stated followed by a slight chuckle.[/SIZE]

[member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Benedict Rotadaria"] | [member="Kimiko"]

 

[Isamu Baelor]

Post Count: [6/27]

• Isamu Baelor: 3
• Harald Brackwell: 3

Location: Among Iron Imperial Support Ships
Objective: 4
Allies: Iron Empire
Enemies: None

A large grin formed upon the portly man’s face. He was glad to see how receptive the good Doctor was.

“The Warden of Csilla.” Harald replied.

“For some months, I have served in that role. Though, only in a temporary capacity.” He explained. “My duties were to act as a link between your planet, and the Empire. To serve alongside the local Government, and aid them, for the betterment of your people.”

“But the time has come. His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Baelor, has charged me with the duty of finding a suitable replacement.” He said, with pride.

“One born of Csilla.” He added.

He leaned forward, a stern look upon his face. “The Emperor cares greatly for his people. This includes the Chiss” He explained. “Were this position to be abused for personal gain, there would be consequences. Dire consequences.”

“Would you accept this responsibility?” He asked.

[member="Sila"]

 

[Aleksander Miles]

Aleksander watched as his fleet was pushing forward before he held up his hand swiftly issuing a series of orders over a restricted and triple encrypted channel. "All ships lower shields by half and start to retreat at flank speed. Dire-class appear to panic and full about face." He watched as his orders were followed a small dangerous smirk coming to his lips as a ripple spread through the enemy thinking they had found a hole to escape through he watched as they started to withdraw some turning their back completely on Vice Admiral Mant while others reversed at full speed. He let them push his center farther back waiting until finally he snapped his fingers and his voice barked otu a single order. "Slaughter." In that instant all of his ships stopped their backward movement and pumped full power into their shields and weapons starting to lay into the now clumped together enemy force the dire-class coming around to circle over and under the force in their midst. The two wings came in folding in behind the enemy and truly pushing them into a circle they would never escape from.

[member="Zeradias Mant"]

 

[Zeradias Mant]

Location: ISV Retribution, Miasma, High Orbit
Objective: III
Allies: [member="Aleksander Miles"], [member="Vitor Avendahl"]
Enemies: Chiss Liberation Front Fleet
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"Vitor Avendahl on the line, sir."

Walking over to the comms station, he picked up a receiver he could speak into and listen from. As he spoke, his piercing gaze continued to monitor the dogfights between the fleets.

"Mr. Avendahl, I understand you've wanted to arm the Iron Imperial military... How soon can you make it to Miasma?", he said, offering minimal information as to the reason for the call. One could gather though the nature of any ensuing meeting would be for negotiations for arming the Iron Empire. It would be a lucrative opportunity for Corondex Arms, and an asset for the Empire - as nonnegotiable terms would be the barring of sale of arms to the Empire's rebelling opponents. Once he had an answer, he'd hang up and once again commit himself completely to the engagement at hand.

Commander Miles was the most engaging officer in the field, having hit the opponent with a feint move that even confused Mant. Though disapproving of the unconventional tactic, Zeradias understood the unofficial saying among the troops "if it's stupid but it works, it ain't stupid."

Suddenly, the unexpected happened.

"Sir! Large vessel coming out of hyperspace!", the navigation officer shouted.

"What's their IFF read?", the XO of the Retribution asked.

"There is none!"

Before further action could be taken, a battlecruiser jumped from hyperspace and immediately began targeting the advancing ships from Battlegroup Raven. Zeradias' eyes widened slightly, surprised by what had just occurred. How had the Chiss Liberation Front managed to procure, much less afford, a battleship as large as that?

"Commander Miles, Captain Black. Flank and engage their engines.", the Retribution's XO ordered. Once the battlecruiser was rendered immobile, then it'd be easy to destroy or otherwise neutralize the enemy within, perhaps even board and retrieve some information that would shed light on the CLF's acquisition of the ship.

A faint explosion rang out through the bridge. Gryphon 0-1 was down; the first of many casualties to be sure.

 

[Zef Halo]

CORONDEX OFFICE
VORZYD V

Post II

Miasma ?

He swiped through the holograph his holocomputer projected to navigate to the galactic map.

"Find Miasma." Vitor spoke to the computer and the projection changed from a galactic map swiftly to a planet with detailed information on the right of the large orb.

"Plot course to Miasma." He ordered. The course came up in a few seconds and revealed to him the ETA.

Turning to the comm, Vitor spoke:

"A week, at most if I leave tonight." Which he would do. "Any specific location there?"

[member="Zeradias Mant"]

 

[Aster Rose Baelor]

Post: 11/27

Spoiler

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I R E N E​

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[member="Elpsis Elaris"]​

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With all the patience of a saint, Irene stood unmoving from her position as she awaited Firemane's arrival and watched in silence as the ship landed and lamented having been given such a mundane task. I would be put to much better use in the strike team, she frowned. Furthermore, organics are more personable than I. Although accomplished in many ways through the chips implanted inside her, Irene struggled with interacting with organics. To her, the organics were her fragile, in efficent, irrational masters and as much as she lothed to admit it, she secretly reveled in her indisputable superority to them.

"Looks like Firemane has arrived," Irene spoke into her earpiece in a monotone, staring at the vessel in front of her.

Time to appease the organics, she sighed and imitated a human smile that was a little too friendly and perhaps maybe even a little unsettling. She had never quite been able to capture the nuances of human emotion in her imitations.

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[member="Jonas Vile"] - [member="Benedict Rotadaria"]​

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Aster's eyes fluttered open as a pair of unfamiliar footsteps entered the room and a brief conversation was exchanged before the man who looked to be a medic made his way towards her.

"Hello," Aster forced a pained smile. "I am sure you are already aware but I have been shot with a gun - an antiquated weapon and the bullet is lodged somewhere in my leg," she spoke as she showed the medic her wound in her leg. "The terrorists have already given me basic first aid by cleaning up the wound and bandaging it but as you see, the blood has seeped through and I need a new bandage," Aster paused and waited for the medic to examine her wound.

"If possible, I prefer you not operate until it is necessary," she said and glanced at the two men who had came to her rescue. "Save your medicine in case those two get into trouble," the princess said and gave the medic a stern glare. "This is an order."

Although she understood that the pair were potentially willing to lay down their lives in order to save her's, that was something she could not allow to happen. The very thought of the suffering their deaths would inflict on their loved ones was too much for her to bear. Having suffered this loss only years before, she understood the pain and loathed to have it inflicted on others.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Aster Rose Baelor"]


Irene's attempts to look human and lady-like were, unfortunately, wasted on Elpsis. The reason was two-fold. Firstly, the Firemane agent was physically blind and thus could not really appreciate eye candy. This did not stop her relentless flirting. Or the fact that she slept around a lot, but this writer digresses. When she looked upon a person, she saw their aura and a blurry outline of their shape.


Secondly, she had a lot of trouble perceiving droids since they didn't have a Force aura. Thus when she stepped down the landing ramp of the shuttle, her eyes wandered as she struggled to see if anyone was there. Droids lacked internal emotion or a Force presence, so what she was a void, before she picked up the heat signature every machine must have. After all, they had hydraulic oil and stuff.


A machine. Really? Great, she thought, feeling a stab of annoyance. Droids could simulate emotion, but did not possess it. This meant she could not read them with her empathy. Ah, well. Here goes nothing. Auntie told me to be nice. So she strode towards the bot, walking with exaggerated care so that she didn't accidentally collide with it. Elpsis wore a vaguely military uniform with the Order of Fire's symbol embroidered on her right shoulder patch.


"I'm Elpsis Elaris, Mistress of the Order of Fire and representative of CEO Kerrigan," she said with exaggerated formality. At least it sounded formal by her standards. "She extends her greetings to your Emperor. You're the Iron Empire representative?"

 

[Benedict Rotadaria]

[member="Aster Rose Baelor"] [member="Jonas Vile"]

"Thank the heavens you're here!" Ben said to the medic as he ran by. Aster was lying down being tended to by the medic, while Jonas stood guard. A new wave of chiss stormed into the building. "Take them all out! Every single one of them!" yelled yet another burly Chiss. Armed with assault rifles, pistols and grenades, the Chiss were ready for anything. Ben waved to Jonas to protect them as he ducked back to hide from the enemies. Before, the Chiss easily dismissed the Rodian's hiding spot. But things changed. A small squad of Chiss whipped around and found Ben with ease. "Gotcha you scum." He tried to fight back, but the Chiss overran him. Four of the five were cut down, but the last managed to fire a shot off into Ben's stomach before himself being ended by Ben's rapier. Gasping for breath, he crawled down to Jonas and the rest. Collapsing on the ground, Ben passed out from loss of blood. Now only Jonas was left to protect them.

 

[Eugen Aker]

Location: Misama System
Objective: Miasma (Fleeting transitioning to ground ops/close air support)
Allies: IE
Opposition: Terrorists
2/25

The Kiribian battle group had finally arrived to reinforce the CEDF and Iron Empire, reverting just at the edge of the system within the cover of its Heliosphere, the solar winds dissipating the trackable Cronau radiation produced as all objects dropped from hyperspace to realspace again.

"The is Watchman Yune with task force Haunter," she announced over an encrypted hyperwave. " We're within micro-jump range of Miasma. Requesting datalink for sensor fusion, and if I can get a quick run down on events, then that would be most helpful."

Once she was spun up on events, she would have a better idea of how to deploy her forces to assist the CEDF and IE. As it stood now, it appeared that they hadn't yet attracted the attention of the opposing fleet. Between her and the cyborg navigators of the formation, they could exploit their successful infiltration for extremely precise microjumps that would allow them to overwhelm the enemy with multi-vector blitz attacks. It was a speciality of the Kiribian Spacy with their preference for long range carrier engagements.

As the IE and CEDF were being hailed, assault teams were making final preparations for surface deployments. If the insurgents on the surface didn't already have their hands full with the Iron Empire, then they would as Arisa prepared to drop her legion of veteran cyborg soldiers and wardroids right on their heads. Also joining her party were auxiliary units of Mandalorians, refugees who had settled on Kiribi after their homes had been destroyed on Mandalore. Altogether, one big bunch of cool professionals ready to dish out heaps of death and destruction to the enemies of the CEDF and the Iron Empire.

[member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Talos Rygat"] [member="Aleksander Miles"] [member="Zeradias Mant"]

 

[Aleksander Miles]

Aleksander stared at the new ship his brow furrowing before he gestured his men once more into action and stood. With the majority of the terrorist fleet dealt with it was time for him to go have some real fun. Letting a small savage grin cross his lips the young man made his way towards his quarters stopping long enough to grab the pair of bandoleer style belts hanging by the door with his dozen pistols and their holsters. Whistling he watched as what appeared to be an odd shaped rock uncurled to reveal a medium sized Akk Dog that ran over to his side looking up at the young man before following him out of his quarters. He made his way towards the hangar speaking over a small comlink ear bud. "Follow Vice Admiral Mant's Orders and get behind that antique." He headed towards the only remaining dropship and the small array of Mand'alorians lottiering around it smirking he called out. "All right boy's and girls time to earn your keep I am bored up here we are headed to ground. I heard the Emperor's daughter has been moved to an FOB we are gonna take some extra medical supplies with us and than I want to shoot a few people for her." The six Mandalorians who served as his security team nodded as they loaded up in the dropship the medic dragging another crate of medical supplies into it setting it down they strapped in knowing that this was gonna be a rough ride. With a smirk the young man hit a button on the back of it closing the door and giving the pilot the green light to launch. With a sudden movement the dropship took off and darted towards the planet a flight of 4 Devastator-class heavy fighters breaking off to fly escort for their commander.

As they flew towards the planet the escort broke off to intercept a squadron of outdated fighters engaging them in a dog fight to give the dropship the time it needed to get away. Hitting a button on his wrist mounted comlink he sent a quick message to the ground. "This is Commander Miles and a party of six Mando'ade inbound with extra medical supplies before moving out I have some pay back to dish out." The last part came out as a small snarl the young man was a Vassal to the Iron Emperor and any slight or harm to that man's family was his job to bring vengeance back upon those guilty. He looked over and nodded to his guards and friends drawing a pair of heavy slug thrower pistols he check the clips before spinning them as there was a loud thud as the dropship hit the ground and the door opened the young man striding forward calmly silver eyes gleaming madly from behind his hair.

[member="Aster Rose Baelor"] [member="Benedict Rotadaria"] [member="Jonas Vile"] [member="Zeradias Mant"]

 

[Vitha Na'iv]

Location: Misama System
Objective: Miasma (Fleeting transitioning to ground ops/close air support)
Allies: IE, [member="Arisa Yune"]
Opposition: Terrorists
Equipment: Blue bladed saberstaff, comlink
1/25

Vitha checked the new lightsaber she carried. It was a saberstaff meant to allow her to more easily wield it while in flight and have the reach to match other lightsabers. With everything seemingly in order, the blade was set to near full power and didn't seem to have any major problems, she looked up around the hanger bay. The troops seemed in order and two interceptors engines roared as the pilots test fired them to ensure they wouldn't blow up when maximum power was applied.

Nodding to herself the Avogwi leaned her beak down and pressed her comlink which she had set to Arisa's frequency. "Master, everything seems in order and final preparations seem done. I'm ready to go and the lightsaber is working fine."

 

[Freja Liekvold]

Location: Misama System
Objective: Close air support, and relocation of the Princess
Allies: IE
Opposition: Terrorists

Freja being upon the just recently arrived cruiser. The man being stationed in the lower wing, made his way over to the docking pad that was designated for him. Doing some final flight checks on his LAAT fighter ship. Once he was satisfied with his inspection of the vessel, he waved off the fellow people that stood in the dock. Turning to face his ship, the man slowly walked up the inclined ramp.

Making his way to the pilot seat, he picked up his helmet that laid so casually on the floor. Scooping it up, Freja walked to the seat. Sitting down in it, the man leaned to his left flipping a switch upon the walling. Doing so caused the seat to ascend, moving up into the cockpit. Spinning around, the pilot facing the control panel. Flipping some switches and raising his right hand to pull a lever. The large door in the back of the shuttle slowly began to close. Once concealed the man released his grip upon the lever.

“ Alrighty let's see if this puppy still runs.. Iris prepare the engines. “

One would think he was speaking to himself all alone in his ship, but the ship itself had a built in AI. Responding to his demand, the ship's engines slowly began to rumble. With a sly grin on his face, the man was pleased to hear his baby purr once more. Grabbing the helmet that now laid in his lap, Freja carefully placed it on his head. Taking a wire that ran down the left side of his helmet linking it with his control panel. He would now be able to communicate with the head of the cruiser. Once the link was established, Freja pressed a small red button on his wrist.

“ Control center, this is Iris requesting departure.. I repeat this is Iris requesting departure on dock nine. “

Removing his finger from the button once his statement was over. He patiently waited for the green light to take off.

[member="Arisa Yune"] / [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] / [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"]

 

[Djonas Vile]

[SIZE=11.6667px]Miasma[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.6667px]Search and Rescue[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.6667px]Post VI[/SIZE]



[SIZE=11.6667px]Jonas defended the point with great ferocity that the Chiss were beginning to fear the former Sith Knight. When he ackowledged the Rodian taking a hit he came to a full stop. "poodoo.." Jonas jumped to the Rodian's side and tried to help him to his feet. Jonas chimed in on his communicator "This is Jonas. I am in need of immediate medical evacuation." The medic looked over Aster's wound before turning to Jonas. "I'm going to definitely need to get her to surgery before this gets infected, sir." Jonas nodded at the medic before speaking into his communicator again. "Immediately, damnit!" Jonas was not in any way skilled in the art of first aid so he did not know what to do at this point. "Hold on, man. Just stay with me, alright? We are going to get you and the princess out of here. I promise."[/SIZE]

[member="Benedict Rotadaria"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"]

 

[Sila]

Sila leaned in with a sly grin on her face as the plump man offered her something even better than what she was asking for. "To be the Warden of Csilla would be an immense honor. I gladly accept." Another Chiss woman would walk into Sila's office. "Good morning, Doctor." It was Sila's assistant, Dr. Mari.

"Ah, Doctor Mari. You came in at the perfect time. I'm going to be leaving the Labs for quite some time very soon and must ask you to take over for the time being." Dr. Mari had a look of shock on her face as her crimson eyes widened and her jaw was agape.

"D-Doctor..I...this is an honor. I will not let you down." Dr. Mari regained her composure and bowed before Sila. "I am sure you won't." Sila returned her attention to the hologram. "Are there any other matters you wish to discuss, my jolly friend?"


[member="Iron Empire NPC"]

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Tera Lush
Objective: Join with local resistance forces and free the shackled Lushiens.
Location: Tunnel - Sorios

(6)


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"Where do you think your going .. alone?", the voice of the girl that had vowed to keep an eye on him whispered right behind him. A small grin moved Theo's lips, "Come with me if you are that interested to know". And she would, that much was made very clear to him as she passed him with a disdainful look thrown his way. The other members of the group had peeled off down another way but Theo was drawn to the right, the force guiding him there and he would be mindful of it.

The end of the tunnel had a ladder that would take them upward to a small door that would only open from below. The latch was easy enough to open but there was this ever present chilling sensation rippling through the force, before he pushed it open, his senses took him no one was above, in fact he could not sense the presence of any living thing. And so he opened the door and let it fall to the floor before climbing out.

The room in which it allowed access, appeared to be living quarters a bedroom in fact but whoever lived here either had no sense of pride in house keeping or they had been searched, ransacked, as items and bedding lay haphazard around the floor. As the young girl climbed out behind him, she gasped at the sight and a sense of fear gripped her, Theo turned to look at her trying to read her face. "The people that live here .. they are sympathisers to the resistance", she said as if voicing her concerns aloud.

"Lets find out what happened to them then". It was obvious of course, but still there is always hope.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Post: 12/27

I R E N E​

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[member="Elpsis Elaris"]​

"Thank you, Miss Elaris and our Emperor extends the same greetings to your CEO," Irene spoke in an almost sickening sweet tone. It seems moderation was something that her creators had forgotten to program into her. "And yes, I am the Iron Empire's representative. Shall we get going then? High Warden Harper has prepared a room aboard her ship for our meeting," she smiled the smile that was a little too friendly again and reached for the redhead's hand to lead her aboard the Iron Empire vessel where a meeting room had been prepared.

"I don't know if you are able to tell but I am a droid so I apologise in advance and hope that you will take no offence if I fail to conform to conduct myself like a proper organic," the droid said, giving her disclaimer in a matter-of-fact tone. Humans are so easy to offend. Say the wrong thing - they get mad. Say the right thing in the wrong way - they get mad, she thought as she led the way aboard the ship, down the corridor and into the meeting room.

"Sit," Irene said, pulling a chair out for Elpsis in a room that was reminiscent of more archaic times.