FO Dominion of Terminus | Disorder Has Its Consequences

[Dominic Craig]

Post IX
Tag: [member="Luther Ando"]

The Special Agent's face was a mess of bruises and welts. He had a black eye, and a nasty gash which seeped blood out the back of his head. His nominally well kept hair, was well, ruined, and he honestly looked like a battlefield corpse. But he still found the strength to frown when he saw newcomer, who decided to mock him, poorly stifling her amusement at his predicament. "Come off it jagoff." Dominic growled bitterly. He pulled himself up, and dusted himself off, before stretching, and then wincing, when he pulled a tender loin. He winced, and held his arm. In all that excitement, he'd seemingly hurt himself in some way. Adrenaline was of course one helluva pain killer when the time came for it. Still, all things considered, it was probably the Gamorrean's punches, catching up to him.

Dominic leaned against the wall of the booth, and ran a hand through his bloodied hair. "Can you get me to a doctor?" He asked, "Or at least a bar, Force knows I need a goddamned drink and a burger." He grunted, before hobbling toward the Agent, "Come on, lets get out of here." He added, scowling and glaring at the locals, who were gawking at the scene which played out before them. "I don't wanna be here any longer than I need be."

 

[Progflaw99]

Objective: Recon, BOGEYS!
Allies: [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | @Siegmund Greyhelm

A sudden quiet had gripped the cockpit of the rookie pilot. Alarms had been filtered out, the squawking of RB-3, all Ryker could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat and labored breath. Flashes erupted in front of him, some from his own weapons, some from the enemy, and yet all that he could hear was quiet. Pure silence. Violently his head was jostled from right to left and left to right as he manipulated the controls. Anything to stay out of the line of fire. Simultaneously he too blasted away at the flock of 'Uglies' that assaulted them.

As time went on, he began to regain a modicum of his hearing. Dull thuds as his cannons ripped apart a particularly delicate looking fighter. Explosions as concussion missiles harassed his six. Even the beeps and exclamations of 'Three' began to fade in - and then the voice of Devil 7.

:: Devil Seven! Gundark Three! ::

"Break! Break! Break!" he yelled, eyes bulging as he saw the incoming ion wave. His body was thrown against the restraints of the cockpit seat, the turn putting the inertial dampeners on notice. As he waited for the wave to hit, he was pleasantly surprised as he skirted the edge, a minor alarm sounding in his ear. He'd dodged it. Devil 7 hadn't been as lucky it seemed. :evil 7. How copy? Devil 7. Respond. :: In an effort to get eyes on, Ryker abandoned his assault, turning towards the last reported location of his wingmate.

 

[Isobel Nakano]

Isobel studied the map displayed by Mockingbird and nodded along. "Right, right," she said, following the line she was drawing with her finger. "Must we?" she asked, looking down at the stolen speeder bike. True, it had served its purpose, but she had rather hoped to keep it as a souvenir. With a dejected sigh, she nodded and clambered off it, tugging her dress down for modesty. Blood was dried along the back of her dress and down her legs, and the dress itself was all but tattered. "No, you're right." She took the key from the ignition and hurled it as hard as she could back to the street; hopefully, it wouldn't be found by anyone who wanted to hurt them, and maybe the pizza boy would find it and retrieve the vehicle. It was, after all, still in good shape.

She set off with [member="Val Kordova"], codename Mockingbird. There was no point in subterfuge; this portion of the city was comparatively quiet, and anyway, they looked like they'd escaped a war, between Mockingbird's damaged arm and Isobel's tattered dress and back. They just moved as quickly as possible, heading for the warehouse district.

"Do you think they'll have a shower?" Isobel asked quietly as they passed the edge of the red light district. "And some fresh clothes? And to be totally honest with you, I could eat."

 

[Robogeber]

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

The gargantuan wing that was the FIV Wrath tore through space with a bang. It took but a moment, for its tracking sensors to adjust to the new conditions, but when they did, havoc was unleashed. A withering barrage so intensive, it turned the void green with its viciousness. TIE fighters followed, ivory avengers, howling with malice as they streaked through space, chasing the targets. The remaining hostiles simply could not stand up to the offensive and were effectively liquidated. And neither would any attempt by Terminus' underworld to rise up. With the last of the fighters dispatched, soon the deployment began. The garrison was to be dispatched.

First it was but small, isolated corvettes. One by one they came. Then in packs, small groups which began to patrol through space, or escorting the mass of armoured and troop deployment vehicles headed to the surface. But soon, it escalated. Entire Star Destroyer squadrons, the ever infamous imperial design, dispatched themselves from lightspeed. Eclipsing the corvettes. Terminus' space was now dominated by them. The First Orders Sixth Expeditionary Fleet had arrived, and now controlled its space, uncontested.

Terminus, for all its degeneracy and disorder was now to feel the consequences of imperial justice and law. It was now time for its incorporation into the greater First Order Empire. For the glory of Supreme Leader.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Some time later, Natasi disembarked her shuttle aboard FIV Wrath, pleased to see that she was being greeted by an honor guard of Stormtroopers. Unfortunately, there was no time for a meet and greet just now, so though she favored the group with a smile and nod, returning their salute as she passed. The naval attaché led her towards the turbolift, and it was a few minutes later that Natasi emerged onto the bridge. She wore the uniform of the Grand Moff, an elegant white tunic with silver piping and broad shoulders, with her rank badge displayed prominently. Her hair was pulled back into a utilitarian bun; she looked quite the part.

"Grand Admiral Rausgeber," Natasi said genially as she strolled up the bridge to meet him. Normally they would have shaken hands, but since he was a bizarre robot contraption, Natasi simply adjusted her handbag in the crook of her elbow with her free hand and looked around the bridge. "The Supreme Leader will be along presently. Please prepare to brief us on our current status."

 

[Keyan Mastigar]

Admiral Gromm Cardan​

Equipment: Blaster Pistol - Flag Officer Uniform​

Location: Anoth Sector - FIV Invictus​

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"Admiral Cardan!"

Cardan turned, his eyes narrowing on the source of the exclamation, silently waiting for the ensign to continue. "Priority orders from Battlegroup Wrath, the 6th Fleet is to be deployed to the Terminus system!" The ensign proclaimed, fidgeting nervously in place. The Epicanthix admiral slowly nodded, calculations racing through his thoughts until he decided upon the best course of action. "Alert all commands, deploy the fleet," he ordered, clasping his hands behind his back, "The Invictus is to commence Opaque Protocol, power up the hyperdrive and the cloaking device."

He swung back around, affixing his gaze to the fleet currently amassed around the Invictus. A few minutes passed and the first crack proliferated throughout the bridge, a nearby star destroyer leaping into hyperspace, followed by another and another until the stars stretched passed the dreadnought itself and launched it into the azure tunnel. Today would be a sword day, a red day, where the sun would rise over Terminus along with the Imperial flag.

A day ripe for conflict, one that he could win this time.

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[Samka Derith]

Objective: Initiate gang war, build power base​

Nearby: [member="Kassandra Llewelyn"]​

Post 3​

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A growl from Tarfad alerted Samka to something else. With a curious glance, she saw the girl from before had followed them. Taking cover behind the same speeder.

A mere pest beneath her notice. Sam was about to open her mouth to speak to the newcomer when another gang member took cover on their other side. To speak now would be to expose herself so her jaw remained clamped shut. Silent. Instead she allowed the Wookiee to growl at her but a gentle prod of the alien's mind ensured that Tarfad wouldn't strike at her yet. The girl could be useful again. It was always a waste to strike down Force users when they could do so much.

She sought out a subtle telepathic link to the other girl. Her presence in the mind of the girl would be small, non-intrusive, even comforting.

"Hey," her voice was soft inside the girl's head. "You're like me. A little. I can feel it." She poked her head up from the Wookiee's shoulder. "We could help each other..."

Blaster fire struck the speeder, causing Tarfad to flinch before standing upright and unloading a hail of bolts from his bowcaster.

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

FLASH FLASH FLASH//
PRIORITY ONE INTEL UPDATE//
TO: ALL COMMANDS OPERATING IN TERMINUS SYSTEM//
INFO: FIRST ORDER CENTRAL COMMAND//
MESSAGE TO FOLLOW/
FIRST ORDER NAVAL INTELLIGENCE ASSETS HAVE BEEN TRACKING SCATTERED REPORTS OF UNKNOWN FORCE DESIGNATED 'SHARUKAN' ACROSS OUTER RIM SPACE. NO ADDITIONAL DATA AVAILABLE, BUT STRONG CONJECTURE THAT 'SHARUKAN' ARE EITHER A PIRATE EMPIRE OR XENOS FACTION BEYOND KNOWN SPACE.

'SHARUKAN' APPEAR TO BE AN ALIEN ORGANIZATION WITH A HISTORY OF AGGRESSION AGAINST THE ORC. ENERGY SURGES IN SAIJO SYSTEM HAVE BEEN ANALYZED AND DETERMINED TO BE AN INVASION OF THE PLANET BY 'SHARUKAN' FORCES./

'SHARUKAN' AGGRESSION HAS PROMPTED ORC FORCES TO RESPOND AND DEFEND THE PLANET. LONG RANGE SURVEILLANCE INDICATES ORC FORCES ARE SUPPORTING A PLANETARY EVACUATION AND WITHDRAWING FROM THE SYSTEM./

NAVAL INTELLIGENCE ESTIMATES A 87.6% PROBABILITY THAT THE ORC WILL DEPLOY ADDITIONAL ASSETS TO SECURE THE SYSTEM. FURTHER ANALYSIS INDICATES A STRONG POSSIBILITY OF SOFT ANNEXATION OF THE SAIJO SYSTEM./

POSSIBILITY OF CONTACT BETWEEN FIRST ORDER AND ORC FORCES IN THE SECTOR IS RAPIDLY APPROACHING 100%. FIRST ORDER INTELLIGENCE ADVISES ALL COMMANDS OPERATING IN THE TERMINUS SYSTEM TO PREPARE FOR INTERACTION WITH ORC FORCES.

BY THE WILL OF THE SUPREME LEADER, FLEET ADMIRAL KLAVAN SENDS.//

BT
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FLASH FLASH FLASH

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FLEET DIRECTIVE
FROM: FIRST ORDER CENTRAL COMMAND
TO: BATTLEGROUP NEBULA, BATTLEGROUP WRATH, BATTLEFORCE 6TH FLEET

1. FIRST ORDER NAVAL INTELLIGENCE HAS BEEN ANALYZING ORC OPERATIONS IN THE TERMINUS SECTOR AND HAS ASSESSED A HIGH PROBABILITY OF CONTACT WITH ORC GOVERNMENT FORCES IN THE NEAR TERM.
2. TERMINUS IS A VITAL WORLD TO ENSURE CONTINUED CONTROL AND OPERATIONS ACROSS IMPORTANT TRADE LANES AND GENERAL SECTOR MANAGEMENT.
3. GIVEN THE HISTORICAL NATURE OF FIRST ORDER INTERACTIONS WITH THE ORC, ALL ORC VESSELS AND FORCES ARE TO BE REGARDED AS POSSIBLE BELLIGERENTS, AND TREATED WITH DUE REGARD.
4. ALL FLEETS SHALL MAINTAIN MAXIMUM READINESS AND PREPARATIONS FOR IMMEDIATE MILITARY ACTION. SECTOR GROUP GEHENNA AND SECTOR GROUP VARONAT ARE ORDERED TO READY ALERT STATUS FOR ALL OPERATIONAL FLEETS.
5. THIS DIRECTIVE AUTHORIZES ALL OPERATIONAL COMMANDERS TO MAKE ALL NECESSARY ACTIONS TO ENFORCE THE SUPREME LEADER'S CLAIM TO THE TERMINUS SECTOR.
6. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES ARE THE PLANET TERMINUS OR THE SECTOR TO BE CEDED TO THE ORC.
7. THE STRONG SURVIVE. GRAND ADMIRAL CYRUS TREGESSAR SENDS.

 

[Progflaw99]

Objective: Deliver Package, Create a Diversion, Start a Gang War, Get out alive - together. Exfil. Don't. Fall. Off. Rendezvous for Extraction
Allies: [member="Isobel Nakano"] | [member="Luther Ando"]

As Lotus protested the desertion of their trusty mode of travel, Val gave her an expectant look. They both knew it would be far too risky to continue mounted - but Val understood her companion's reluctance. "Unfortunately." Val followed suite, swinging her leg over the seat and settling to the ground. Their mad dash on the speeder had been short, but fast. Her legs felt like rubber, the shakiness fading as the adrenaline coursing through her system began to wear off. "Best get a move on I suppose." Val said, reluctantly beginning the walk that would take them towards their destination.

Just as they passed out of the Red Light district, Lotus piped up. Her words brought a half smile to Val's face. "Yes - all of those." What she wouldn't do for a shower and warm bed. The walk had been both a literal and a figurative 'cool down'. To her credit, Mockingbird obviously still 'had it' but she was paying the price. Aches began to manifest and a fatigue had started to settle in. "What I wouldn't do for some Atrisian take-away right now. And a hot bath. You can keep the shower." A playful tone had crept into the senior agent's voice - equal parts exhaustion and excitement at the prospect of getting out of this... mess. "It should be this next one up here." Lazily, she pointed towards a green painted warehouse.