Dominion Follow Your Dreams | EE Dominion of Lotho Minor

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch; The Night Queen, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Outisde the city, Lotho Minor
Equipment: Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink | Soul | Shield talisman | Taozin amulet | Healing amulet
Tag: Viermen | Open

”In my case, you won’t feel anything through the Force either.”

She said coldly; she was so well-mannered that would not say more than that and would not send the man to the outer-rim. She felt the pain yes, but wouldn't let it affect her. As soon as she felt it, the woman immediately suppressed it. Ingrid learned that she had to do this so no emotion could be felt from her. Her body might have felt the pain for each breath, but she was stronger than that. If all is true, and unless the man had some special ability, he wouldn’t feel it either.

”In your eyes, what counts as True Strength?”

The man was rather strange, she had no idea what to think or what to expect from the other. But one thing is for sure, she’s been examined a lot enough in her lifetime to make the rest unnecessary. She no longer had to prove it to anyone, she had done it quite a few times. For some time now, she had reached a stage where she refused to change because of anyone. If they were not accepted as they were, they had nothing in common with each other. This was not because she was an Empress woman, she had thought this before.

Still, it wasn’t visible on the woman’s face or posture, or it wasn’t felt from the direction that she was bored. Despite the pain, stifled pain, and injuries, she was perfectly still, militarily. Her breathing didn’t change either, but she was sure if someone caught up, she wouldn’t be happy about what she was doing. Given that so quickly it is not certain that the Eternal Empire will withstand another change of political leadership. If she could die into this, because everyone might believe it, especially in light of the fact that no one knew what she had become during the "trip" to Endor.

”What exactly is this test for? What do you want to know by this?”

​

 

[Viermen]

Location: Viermen's Hideout on Lotho Minor
Tag: Ingrid L'lerim

"Yes. I cannot feel the sensation of pain on your being, but I feel you are suppressing it, which fulfills the purpose of this test. So, because I feel you suppressing the pain, I know the pain is trying to be felt, and you have mastered your agony like I did."

Her next question was pleasing. She was willing to learn. She shows signs of being worthy already. With this woman becoming worthy in the eyes of Viermen, he had some lofty expectations for the others of her kind. How worthy are they? Is she just an exception, or is this woman a member of a society that will embrace True Strength? This was the only way to find out, and to possibly examine the rest of this society that is coming to his world. He did not answer her question on what True Strength is to him. What he looked for. In truth, it was mildly an insult on top of being a sign of interest in what he has to say, as he was the embodiment of his found philosophy. She was new, so he did refused the idea of killing her for that.

"These tests are to show if you are worthy. The last time I took someone's word without evidence was when I got stranded on this glorious wasteland! If you are worthy, then I must see so by using whatever I can throw at you to believe your word. I will not be fooled again by a younger being! Never again!"

Hissing sounds came out of the respirator as he lamented the thought of his former apprentice leaving him to die here. That little worm probably took his place as a Darth, and probably changed his name to dissociate himself with his former master. Then, as he came out of the thoughts of rage, Viermen saw the woman reach the other side unscathed. This was peculiar, surely some burns would exist. No matter, she showed her potential to Viermen, and now the talks of philosophy, and his lessons, shall begin.

"You wish to understand True Strength; that is good. Now that I have seen you are worthy, you will certainly understand the philosophy I have learned here. You have learned some of it latently as well. It is impressive, yet peculiar. What is the society you come from? You are not some worm from the Sith, nor are you an even weaker Jedi. What are you, and who else has come to my world?"

 

[Broka the Hutt]

Location: In orbit of Lotho Minor
Tags: Rowena Eskk Jannik Airal Thamne Alli Vern Arturo Braga

"<No assistance is required. The situation with the lower areas of the city is gradually becoming captured. Shuttles of my men are landing on the ground as we speak to capture the slums of the city as fast a possible so Black Sun can monopolize the underworld as it always does now. Good news is that a bunch of little pilots have not rallied civilians to oppose me. Instead, the local mob is what we all face, and that is something Black Sun can deal with easily. Now, since the Zweihander Union and Black Sun seem to target worlds that would interest us both to some degree, it may be good to use this opportunity to discuss possible future business while our men take care of things on the ground. I invite you to my ship where we may feast, and talk of the future between our organizations.>"

The prospect of eating made Broka want to get started as soon as possible, and servant brought him some a bowl of eels from the other room of his ship when Broka gave the order with a wave of his arm. The colossal Hutt reached his stubby fingers into the bowl, pulled out an eel, and slurped up with much delight in anticipation of the Union's leader's response.

 

[Rowena]

Location: Junker City - Lotho Minor
Tags: Eskk Jannik Alli Vern Airal Thamne Broka the Hutt

The Bothan’s shot rang out immediately, missing the squad leader by mere inches as Rowena answered the gangster’s attack with a precise double tap, firing off a pair of bolts from her SMG that quickly struck the creature in the head. Nevertheless, the now-dead gangster’s shots had served as the catalyst for the ambush, prompting a sudden barrage of concentrated fire from others positioned in the windows as various armed figures emerged from the alleys, wielding sub-repeating blasters and primitive slugthrowers. A blaster shot caught Rowena in the chest as she threw herself behind the nearest cover she could find, a small marketplace stall which was quickly torn apart by a torrent of blaster fire. In spite of the searing heat on her skin from the impact, Rowena managed to return fire, her bolts striking down one of the gangsters just before she pushed through a nearby door, shooting out the lock as she moved inside.

“Contact! We have multiple casualties! Everyone report!” The voice of the squad leader barked out over comms.

“Private Rowena, reporting! I’m hit but uninjured.” She answered, raising her rifle as she stalked up the stairs upon hearing blaster fire coming from the upper level. The rest of her squad mates followed in reporting over comms, save for four others, who were presumably either severely incapacitated or killed.

Even so, she never had time to process their potential deaths as a gangster wielding a vibroblade and a slugthrower pistol charged her from the top of the stairs, firing a pair of shots that struck her breastplate her just as Rowena’s squeezed the trigger of her SMG, firing off five bolts from her weapon that caught the man in the chest. Stepping over his body as it slid down the stairs, Rowena saw a gangster by the window and struck him down as well, her shots catching him in the back as he fired down at the streets.

“I’m calling for Black Sun and mercenary reinforcements!” Her squad leader called out. “They’re the closest to our position, but we’ll have to hold out until they arrive.”

“We don’t need help from gangsters!” One of her squad mates, Specialist Berand, answered, his voice taking on a stubborn aspect even in the midst of the ambush. “We can kill these thugs without begging some cartel scum!”

“Unless you have a better idea, specialist, then shut up! I’m calling them now!”

For her part, Rowena was quietly determined to prove Berand right.

Spoiler: Gear and Equipment

• Armor
  • Union Trooper Armor
    • Left Gauntlet
      • Liquid-Cable Launcher
    • Energy Shield
      • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
    • Undersuit
      • Viper Mk. I Skinsuit
    • Utility
      • Neural Band
      • Taozin Skin Nodule
      • Phase III “Dream Sight” Combat Electronics System
• Small Arms
  • VA-17s | Visel Arms Ltd.
    • 10x Combat Scope (Variable Zoom, Anti-Light Reflection Lens Coating, Multi-Spectrum Imaging System)
• Melee
  • Vibroblade (X)
• Grenades and Explosives
  • Impact Grenade (2)

 

[Alli Vern]

Alli smiled at the idea of getting to know the Hutt that seemed to be a core member of the EE. "<I will see you shortly then.>" She gave orders and soon her ship was requesting permission to dock with Broka's. She had to admit that the Hutt seemed to be good at what he did even if that was in a legal mess. He was allowed to run by the empire and that was enough validation for her to associate with the Hutt. She slowly made her way to the airlock and prepared to board. It might surprise some but she was only in a luxury yacht, not some huge ship. She felt many over compensated with a giant ship but one did not need something huge to get a lot done. Plus that was what the rest of the fleet was for.

Broka the Hutt

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch; The Night Queen, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Outisde the city, Lotho Minor
Equipment: Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink | Soul | Shield talisman | Taozin amulet | Healing amulet
Tag: Viermen | Open

The man was still very strange. For the woman, suppressing the pain or any other feeling that was completely ordinary and expected. In most cases, she didn’t even know she was doing it because it was simply instinctive. It has been so ever since she has memories; it really wasn’t an easy childhood to fear the existence of constant wars, assassins. But she knew there was also a condition where she didn’t feel pain, she didn’t feel anything. Everything was only logical, as if she were a machine, but she wasn't, she was a living thing or being. Ingrid felt it on Voss for the first time when she thought Adrian had died front of her eyes. Then had to do the same so on Endor because she would have died there. Yet every time she felt something die in her, she was taken out of it when she used it.

”I suppress not only the pain, but also any other thoughts and feelings that would interfere with my work.”

The same was true of her movements, she never made unnecessary movements. Nor something that would have revealed how she felt. She was not only the master of her emotions, but also of her own body. Her parents, teachers, considered it all important when they taught her. They just didn't think about what a little girl had to go through because of that. Did she mind that? No, if it weren't for that, she probably wouldn't be alive anymore. Is she worthy? In her own culture, she was, multiple times. She no longer had to pass on to others, especially not on a test she didn’t even know how to pass on. But she has not yet responded to all this with words.

”Peculiar? I am Ingrid L’lerim from the Eternal Empire. Indeed, you are not mistaken. My master taught me in a completely different way. A completely different worldview than what the Sith or Jedi have. In our eyes, they are just puppets, controlled by the Force as it please. I was taught by my master that I had to control the Force and use my own goals while not letting it use me. I am the master, not the Force, it will not chain me to itself.”

She told the basics of their own ideas. And if, in the end, the man wasn't open to what the Wardens of the Shroud represented, well, she could still kill him so he couldn't tell others later. And he doesn’t put the Empire or the Wardens in danger, though it’s an interesting question if anyone would believe him or not.

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[Arturo Braga]

Location: Junker City, Lotho Minor
Tags: Eskk Jannik Broka the Hutt Airal Thamne Rowena Ingrid L'lerim

The streets of Junker City were still and quiet. Abandoned, desolate, they reminded Arturo of something he might've seen in a horror vid. Indeed, the silence that greeted his small force of mercs as they moved from one block to another left the mercenary feeling uneasy. He felt as if there were eyes on them. Perhaps there were. Whatever. Arturo told himself he wasn't worried, nearly believing it. So long as those watchers go on watching, things'll be just fine. And they were, for a time. No-one came out to contest their progress, and those few they did see chose to run rather than fight. Wise, considering Arturo had nigh on thirty well-armed mercs with him, each as mean and trigger-happy as the next.

The citizens of Junker City must've known this, for they met little trouble as they passed from one gang's territory to the next.

"How long 'til we reach Twin Fangs turf?" Arturo asked, shooting a glance over his shoulder to check on the others as they walked. Beside him, Pepp shrugged. "We'll be there soon enough. Why? Eager to get into it?" Arturo shook his head. "No," he said, facing front. "I'm eager to get it over with." Pepper nodded at that, as if sensing the hidden meaning behind his words. "Same." Grimacing, Arturo watched his friend out of the corner of his eye, seeing in the set of his jaw the same stubborn determination that he himself possessed.

Stopping at an intersection, he waited as his men passed him by. Half a dozen of them had already gone on ahead to scout their path. The last thing they needed was to blunder into an ambush. "Tighten it up!" He called back to the stragglers, waving a hand. They waved back. And sent a few profanities his way, too.

Grinning, Arturo carried on.

It wasn't long before the sullen silence was shattered by blasterfire. At first, the mercenary thought the scouts he'd sent on ahead were under attack. However, when they turned up safe and sound, he quickly began thinking otherwise. It was then his comlink crackled to life, an unfamiliar voice loud in his ear. "Looks like someone's making introductions." A mercenary commented. "Sounds like it, too." Pepp returned down the column to stand beside Arturo as he listened in. As soon as it started, the message seemed to end in a blaze of noise- the voice cutting off abruptly. In the distance, the blasterfire intensified, intermittent shots broken by the occasional shout. Or scream.

Arturo straightened.

"All right, change of plans! We've got friendlies under fire and in need of help. As you can hear, they're close. Since they'd likely do the same for us, I've decided we're going to go lend them a helping hand. Any questions? No? Good." Taking a step, Arturo shouldered through the press of gathered mercenaries, taking the lead as they began to move once more. "From here on, anyone you see is to be considered hostile, except our Zweihander (Rowena) allies. Last thing I need is to be clipped by one of our own." He said, before activating his armor's adaptive camo and sinking into the shadows of the nearest alley.

 

[Viermen]

Location: Viermen's Hideout on Lotho Minor
Tag: Ingrid L'lerim

Viermen stood back, and listened to the other's answer. Not Jedi or Sith. Instead a group of those who try to master the force instead of letting the force master them it seems indeed. Though he renounced the force almost completely, he must acknowledge the strength in such belief. It only heightened his expectations for the others of her people more though.

"This is new. From what you have displayed, you do not simply say it as petty dogma like the Sith and Jedi try to with their illusions of strength, but you do seem to exhibit it. It is rather strong to do so, but it is stronger to not need the force as a crutch for power. I saw it with the Sith. Instead of the force making men strong to the survive and become more powerful for it, it ended up making those who survive and advance their power become strong. Weasels of men run the Sith, and the Jedi are all pathetic beings. How reliant are you on the force for your strength? Is it a crutch for you and your colleagues? Or, do you all survive with minimal usage like I do here?

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch; The Night Queen, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Outisde the city, Lotho Minor
Equipment: Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink | Soul | Shield talisman | Taozin amulet | Healing amulet
Tag: Viermen | Open

”I know this is new!” she said as the man spoke.

She didn't care if she disturbed what the man had to say, but what they represented was really very different from what anyone else had. She continued to listen to the man, feeling a great urge to cough because of the poisonous gases and also feeling a metallic taste in her mouth. She wasn’t going to die into it, but it was still an uncomfortable feeling that she immediately suppressed. If she hadn’t changed to what she was, she would have been dead, probably. Or at least she would have to go through a very long treatment than before during the war. The red-haired woman nodded at the man's words as the man asked countless questions. Most of it was used to make the man know what the organization that the woman is a member of can be like.

”We use it, but only to achieve our goals. Becoming a master, for example, is like what you did here. We have to survive in rough, wild and harsh conditions with minimal equipment. But going back to the Force, we use it if possible, the majority avoids using it and only uses it as a last resort. Our group is hiding, almost no one knows about our existence. Not even within the Eternal Empire.”

She had a sense that the man was trustworthy, so she was prepared to say something she would never have done anyway. The man's view was too similar to that of the Wardens. This is how she captures the most feared secret. There was no one here and nothing but them. The moment of truth has come, if the man refuses what Ingrid tells him, then the woman will kill him, if he accepts, the Wardens will win another member.

”Our members learn not to rely on the Force. All of this is necessary because the ultimate goal of our organization, of which so few know, is to destroy the Force itself.”

​

 

[Viermen]

Location: Viermen's Hideout on Lotho Minor
Tag: Ingrid L'lerim

"Good, good. Interesting how much power you hold in the shadows. What keeps you for showing yourselves, and being open? Clearly you must be hiding something from even the people meant to serve you. Do you at least have intentions to reveal yourselves to your empire? A secret society can become weak over time if it does not have any goal to open itself to proper power."

That's at least what Viermen said before she continued again. Destroying the force. Was that even possible? How do they plan to do it? It would certainly make his philosophy even more sensible in the eyes of those who do not yet understand as their crutch of mystic power keeps them from realizing their chains to what gives them the illusion of strength. Viermen renounced the force, but a committed society to destroying it was another story, and a story Viermen approved of. A deep laugh began to come through his respirator. A laugh that was showing approval with hearing this news. It would have been clear to anyone that he liked whatever he would have heard in a given moment.

"How close to your goal have you come? How do you even plan on doing that. I have renounced it, but still receive the sensations passively like anyone with such power would. Denying it has strength in a right, but to commit yourself to destroying it is another feat of strength. I certainly approve, as you people seek to break the chains that the Sith and Jedi willingly shackle themselves with. I believe I would be valuable to your plans. An instructor to anyone who joins your order. I will whip them into shape for this mission as it is clear you people understand part of True Strength, and seem to be willing to embrace its principles. I do not assume you will adopt all, but almost all will satisfy me. Then, as we strive towards our mission, we can show the rest of the galaxy what True Strength really is! Not wealth! Not the force! Not politics! Not even weapons! All shall understand True Strength through us completing this glorious mission!"

In excitement he bashed a dent in his floor as he stomped one of his six legs into the ground. This was possibly the happiest day of his life so far. He came across people who might be willing to embrace True Strength. His laughter of approval continued after for a bit too. This Eternal Empire was exactly what he has been waiting for. All he expected now was to see others like this woman before him, willing to possibly embrace most of, if not all of, his philosophy and spread it to the other parts of the galaxy that lack understanding in such front. It was also at this moment the the gases that leaked out stopped leaking, and began to dissipate.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch; The Night Queen, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Outisde the city, Lotho Minor
Equipment: Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink | Soul | Shield talisman | Taozin amulet | Healing amulet
Tag: Viermen | Open

”That you were very similar to what suits most people in Wardens of the Shroud. But let there be no illusion, if you had reacted badly to all this, I would have killed you. This is something I have never told anyone in recent years. Although the ultimate goal of the organization was only recently revealed to me by my master.”

She was the second man in the Empire for years, a member of the Warden, and knew nothing about it. At times, she was still tormented by this burden, a burden she didn’t want. Which may have a price that everyone in the Galaxy dies in. Ingrid may have been evil and cruel in the eyes of others, an ice queen without feelings, but she didn't want that much death either.

”We are there everywhere, even in the highest circles. In essence, the organization controls the Eternal Empire, even if no one else knows about it. It is well known that I was a disciple of the Emperor, as well as that I studied according to some unique training. And Darth Tacitus, his name may have been familiar to you, has long professed to be a Sith. They don’t need to know more than that, for their own safety.”

Nor did they know what the woman was capable of, because she also kept it a secret from everyone; it was enough to think of an assassin. However, the man visibly and audibly liked what he heard from Ingrid. The man began to crush noticeably with pleasure, but at least the poison gas had stopped and it was already much easier to breathe. It was as if the man was waiting for someone like Ingrid to show up here. Who tells him such a view. The woman nodded at the end as well.

”Yes, I also feel the same, you may be helpful, which is why I have told you so much about it. I hope you understand why you need to keep it a secret. If that turned out, everyone would be exterminated by the other factions, by the Jedi, the Sith. We are moving forward, although there is just a minor theological disagreement among the leaders that is slowing down the process.”

Which the woman was happy about because she doesn’t approve of anything that would take the plan forward until the others prove that not everyone dies in the process. But they can’t do that until the woman approves them to move on. Catch-22. Ingrid really didn’t do it to preserve her own power, she didn’t care. But she still had so much humanity that's she didn’t want to sacrifice every living creature in the galaxy.

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[Viermen]

Location: Viermen's Hideout on Lotho Minor
Tag: Ingrid L'lerim

"I very much understand the need for secrecy at this stage. The weak have banded together and have hindered the will of the strong. It forces us strong ones to do things uncharacteristic of us to overcome these obstacles, but the goal is to act strong once we will not be stopped. Agreed?" Those who will resist such things should be eliminated for getting in the way of those stronger than them. Also, I must add then, for the sake of the confessions, if you were not worthy, I would have killed you as well."

Viermen was proud to finally find at least one person who was worthy. Not only that, but that this one person was from a society of more people who would be worthy of his lessons. A society open to embrace True Strength.

 

[Broka the Hutt]

Location: In orbit of Lotho Minor
Tags: Alli Vern Arturo Braga Airal Thamne Eskk Jannik Eleena Salwa Rowena

Broka sat on board his ship. A few more shuttles launched off from the hangar to the world to help in the effort of capturing the slums of the city as fast as possible. He has heard good reports from the ground already, so these few extra troop convoys going down to the planet should make even more good news reach him up here. Then, the Zweihander Union's leader accepted his invitation. That was good too. So far not many bumps in the road have occurred here for his operation. Those swoop pilots seemed to have gone off the radar for some reason, but that did not matter to Broka since they were not causing trouble. However, the potential of them turning up again lingered in the Supreme Mogul's mind, and so caution of their reappearance was instructed to the troops either on or heading towards the ground.

As he slurped up another bowl of eels, a servant came to him saying that the Union's guests have arrived at the hangar bay. "<Perfect. Bring them to the conference room, and have the cooks on board to prepare a meal. This is an important sitdown, and I want this to go off without a hitch.>"

The servant nodded, and scampered off to follow her master's orders. Broka "stepped" away from the holo-projector, and began lurching his way through the halls of the ship to the conference room. When he got there, he made himself comfortable in another throne-like chair, and waited for his guest to come through the door. Guards were positioned in all corners of the room. Meanwhile, his Nem'ro Suns partied in the main atrium of the craft as usual. While the ground troops did their work down there to gain assets for their respective enterprises, it was up here where he and the corporate leader meet to discuss the possible future between their two groups.

 

[Queen Popara]

O B J E C T I V E | ENSLAVE THEM ALL!
T A G S | Broka the Hutt ​

The broad end of her enlarged tail snapped like a whip on the metal of the shuttle. Barely she could remember the last time her body was taken by such anxiety, but she also couldn’t remember when was the last time she conducted this sort of dirty operation to mitigate her losses. The damn Jedi were everywhere sniffing around her affairs, Popara had to untie herself from at least seven slave pits to stay out of trouble, when those Force loving slimeballs found the slightest smell of a slug involved, they stopped at nothing to hunt it down and bring them to what they believed to be ‘justice’, as if there was any justice in keeping those idiots away from her chains, slaves were slaves, that was the natural way of the galaxy way before she was born and it should continue so for thousands of eons. But now, Popara worked differently, instead of keeping slaves, she was trying to adjust her ways to those of thralling, such as still keeping them in chains but giving them ‘more rights’ and opportunities to grow and actually making wages.​

Lotho Minor, the Junk World. Now occupied by those odd creatures of the Eternal Empire, rebels the imperials called them, but Popara liked calling them Ephemeral Traitors, for they fought for a lost cause, much like all of those stern bastards of the Eternal Empire, the largest government in the Unknown Space of the galaxy, an area that she was quite keen of investing her new enterprise and fund the expansion of her Cartel. But this planet, oh this lovely planet, was to be the site where she would enrich herself by assembling what she needed for her expansion. Legions of her battle droids marched through its piles of scrap, their work was to capture every single dathomirian zabrak they found, alive if they could, burn their lodges and bring them to her ships wearing loud chains, to be trained and sold for the highest bidding on the Smuggler’s Run and to her favorite clientele on the Mid Rims.​

Squealing between her chubby fingers, the porgs cried when brought towards her dirty mouth, tossed into the abysmal depths of her unsatiable stomach. Some were even brave enough to attempt climbing over her teeth, trying to escape, only to be chewed into bits, screaming to their last breath as Popara rejoiced on this treat, before shouting with the strength of her voice.​

“BRACKEN!”, the alien bulk creature walked towards the slug, bowing his head and snarling something she cared little to understand. “What is the situation, general?”​

“Our forces are still pooching and snatching, but we got decent amounts of thralls for the mines. Couple of thousand, but they will do.”, the fat slug on the hoover throne swung her dirty hand at the general, dismissing him from her presence, as she slammed her fist on the sides of her seat, attracting the black feline’s attention to her own.​

“Cerro, bring that bucket over there I’m gonna puke.”, the Queen growled while the holographic images of her southstar battle units rushed through the streets, leading thousands on chains to their new home, inside Popara's cargo. Another one showed her the same units devastating villages, not only for poaching but to destroy and loot all the little wealth these people still had.​

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch; The Night Queen, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Outisde the city, Lotho Minor
Equipment: Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink | Soul | Shield talisman | Taozin amulet | Healing amulet
Tag: Viermen | Open

”Let's just say you tried to kill me. I wouldn’t be so sure about the success of the attempt.”

Not many times was the woman arrogant, usually restrained, but completely confident in her abilities. In vain was the Empress already wearing a uniform or coat without a rank because of her restraint. It didn’t matter to her what rank she was or something like that. In her eyes, service was important, what she could give to the Empire, her own people, and her family. What kind of honour, or titles she held… it was superfluous. She nodded at the man's words again.

”Yes, I agree. Over time, everything will change, so will it. What good is it if you know about the Eternal Empire, we are a strongly militaristic state, among others, only those who serve in the army have the right to vote, civilians do not. So I will suggest to you that you join Eternal Flee, or Eternal Army. For your own sake.”

She turned and walked over to the door, seeing in the distance two soldiers trying to climb the garbage dunes and get to where the woman was. She turned back from the door toward the man. Luckily, her ability to regenerate worked quickly, it wasn’t painful to breathe anymore, just a little bit.

”I think I forgot to mention, I have been the leader of the Eternal Empire since the Emperor’s recent unfortunate death, and I will also control the Warden until I find a suitable successor to replace the Emperor. Will you join me and my people who are here on the planet?” She said all this, as if it had no significance and was just a private person taking orders from the man, from her own superior.

 

[Eleena Salwa]

Location: Landed Outside Junker City - Lotho Minor
Swoop: FAE/V-02 “Loralora” Interceptor Hyperswoop Craft
Tags: Broka the Hutt Queen Popara Eskk Jannik Airal Thamne @Everyone in Junker City

“What are we gonna do?” Eleena spoke up first, her lekku twitching with anxiety amidst the squad’s impromptu landing outside of the city.

“I’m reading multiple signatures, Black Sun, Zweihander Union, mercenaries, random gangsters...everyone.” An Sequsi said, his furry Bothan features seeming to visibly winkle beneath his helmet as he read out the dire report.

“The entire city is just...one giant gang war.” Cida Pri added, craning her long Kaminoan neck as she glanced towards the city and the violence transpiring within.

“We should just call the shuttle and go home. There’s nothing we can salvage out of this. If we stay, the Black Sun will be on us with everything they have.” Lilacasa Courser suggested, stretching her arms in the air as she spoke.

“And if we leave?” The Kaminoan asked.

“They’re taking the city over no matter what. We can’t challenge them with six swoops.”

“No, but-”

“We kill legionsss of men and make them pay for this city.” Traimri Bruz answered with a hiss, his voice taking on a note of rage, seemingly at the suggestion of retreat.

“But sir, we have no-”

“No what? We have ssswoopsss. We have weaponsss. We have ssskilled pilotsss.” Bruz continued. “And, mossst importantly, we have Dissscordia and her divine missssssion.” The Trandoshan continued, his voice shifting into a tone of distinct reverence at the mention of Discordia.

“What is our objective, sir?”

“Fear.” Bruz answered coldy. “To propagate fear of the Dark Lady of Chaosss, fear of her divine wrath, fear of her judgement, and fear of her retribution. They yet think usss weak, but they do not know of the strength of our faith. They are hereticsss to our way and they mussst be made aware of it, even if by force. When I sssmell fear in the air, the ssscent of men sssoiling their pantsss and crying for their false Godsss, only then, will we depart. Until then, we sssow chaosss. Am I underssstood?”

“Yes sir!” The diminutive Twi’lek answered cheerfully, shouting her assent at the top of her lungs in harmonious chorus with her squadmates.

“Good.”

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)

 

[Arturo Braga]

Location: Junker City, Lotho Minor
Tags: Broka the Hutt Queen Popara Eskk Jannik Airal Thamne Eleena Salwa
Gear: KC-47 Hybrid Strike Rifle, KC-77N Hybrid Pistol, Sk-AR Mk.1 Armor

The Zwei' were in deep by the time the Suns arrived on the scene. Caught in an ambush, the troopers had been forced into a fierce street battle, one that had spilled into the surrounding buildings soon after the first shot had been fired. Armored men and women clad in white filled the doorways, sheltered behind what little cover was available to them. Bolts sizzled into the ground around them, and sometimes into them. They returned fire as best they could, but from where Arturo was standing, it looked like they were fighting a losing battle.​

The gangers had chosen a good spot, he grudgingly admitted, hinting at a competency he hadn't witnessed until now.​

"Well," Arturo said, returning his gaze to the two of the five Zabraks his men had captured on arrival, "care to tell us how many you number?" Despite the mercenaries surrounding them, the two did their best to look tough, one jutting out his chin defiantly. His voice was full of scorn as he spoke. "Enough to deal with you sorry lot." He probably thought he was being smart. Arturo shrugged. "Fair enough." He replied, before raising his pistol. The look on the Zabrak's face as he pulled the trigger left the mercenary smiling. The other Zabrak wasn't. "Well?" He prompted again. "How many?" ​

"Forty-... Forty-five. No more, I swear!" Arturo nodded at that. "Sounds about right." Gesturing for his men to let the Zabrak go, he turned back to the street, slipping low around the corner, his feet keeping him close to the wall. His crew followed, splitting left and right, some following his example, the rest doing much the same on the far side. Behind him, a mercenary whispered, "that first zab' lied. Forty-five ain't hardly enough." Arturo turned, put a finger to his lips, urging silence. Surprise was the key, and he kept it close as they crept down the street. Dark figures shrouded by shadow, they kept low and moved fast.​

Ahead of them, battle raged.​

Signalling for his followers to stop, Arturo began picking out targets. The ambush had been well-prepared. Though poorly armed and armored, the local thugs had made the most of numbers and terrain. Thugs occupied the street on both sides, lined rooftops and windows that gave them good vantage points. Beyond them was an ever-shrinking ring of troopers, Arturo knew. They had to act fast.​

Taking a step, the mercenary halted as two men came out of a doorway not five feet in front of him. Carrying heavy repeaters, they seemed surprised to see him. That hesitation did them no favors as Arturo quickly leveled his KC-47. A succession of double taps saw the pair twitching on the sidewalk. The sound those shots created was enough to alert a few thugs further on, for suddenly they were turning, glee transforming into fear as the gravity of their situation struck.​

The Black Suns opened fire.​

Rowena

 

[Broka the Hutt]

Location: In orbit of Lotho Minor
Tags: Alli Vern Eleena Salwa Eskk Jannik Arturo Braga Queen Popara

Broka sat awaiting his guest to arrive in the conference room on board his ship. It was then he got the reports from the surface that Popara landed with legions of droids and is rounding up any Dathomiri Zabrak they could get their hands on, as well as pillaging small villages outside of the city, but close enough to worry about. This was his claim if anything. He got here first. He sent his forces down to claim the city first. This was his prize to take. If Popara wanted a piece, he can give it to her without much problem, but he wanted the majority of this world for his business. The Zweihander Union would not be rather pleased either, though Broka imagined they did not want much outside of the city limits. Broka knew he had to cut a deal eventually, so, he called a servant to come in with a small holo-communicator to put on his desk in case anything drastic happened. Otherwise, he would call Popara after the meal with the Union's representative to make a deal. Her forces seemed to just be seizing the pockets of suburban villages he could care less for in the end whether they are burnt or not, and pockets of the city he had not gotten to yet in his urban conquest. Not areas with much value, but it irritated Broka that she just swooped in and took what would have been rightfully his. She could keep the people she took into custody, he knew the slavery ban hit the Hutts hard, and she of all Hutts could get away better than he could with him in the Concord's public eye. If he could get away with doing out of territory escapades like this, he would. That part definitley made Broka fume with a bit of rage. The only thing keeping him in composure was the fact he had guests on the way.

He then heard that the swoop pilots got back into action. Their prescience was smaller than Pa'Desh, so he believed they could get annihilated this time. He had forces in that wing of the city they were approaching be on the ready. An ambus was to be set up. He called over a servant and said, "<Make sure that Braga gets to command that ambush. He has served well in this conquest so far, and I am putting that responsibility on him, his men, and the troops I am already going to issue the order to be at the ready in that sector. Those swoop pilots will regret crossing me this time! If you get at least half of them to die, I will be pleased. Tell Braga that there will be about thirty of my men waiting in place for his orders. An ambush will be set up with or without him, but I want him to be in charge of taking those pilots down. Is that understood?.>"

"Yes Supreme Mogul, Broka."

"<Good.>"

This was not what Broka wanted to deal with, but if he was going to get anything out of this, it would be to make those pilots regret trifling in his affairs. Any thorn in Broka's side will not be tolerated. Meanwhile, he understood what Popara was doing. This was not a mere attack like those pilots, this was business with her. A competition for territory. However, he must make a deal

 

[Viermen]

Location: Viermen's Hideout on Lotho Minor
Tag: Ingrid L'lerim

Viermen laughed a bit at her remark on them killing each other. Viermen has survived this world by sheer force of will. His body is mostly machine. She could cut off various pieces of him, and he would find some way to recuperate over time by sheer force of will once more. Though, it was not worth testing that theory now, or ever in the recent times. Instead he has a future with this Eternal Empire. This is a society that is on the cusp of embracing True Strength. An Empire that would see men like him not as lunatics or heretics, but as men of strength and paragons of what all should strive to be. He inhaled with his respirator deeply but with thought. This was going to be a turning point for his life. A turning point for him to gain more worthy disciples in his plan for spreading True Strength. These Wardens will be the prime group to test if they are worthy. The rest will follow accordingly.

As Viermen followed out of the door, he said, "I would gladly join the forces of your Empire. Lead the way to where I must go to join this society of strength. Are you taking me to that weak forsaken city, or are you taking me to those ships I saw in orbit of my world?"

 

[Queen Popara]

O B J E C T I V E | ENSLAVE THEM ALL!
L O C A T I O N | Junk Villa, West Side of Lotho Minor
T A G S | Broka the Hutt
T H E M E | Here.​

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“Your Majesty... If I may.”, Bracken approached her hoover throne already bowing, causing Popara to shake her head in his direction as she chewed yet another porg, this time buttered with felucian cream cheese. “There is a battle for control over Lotho Minor that we know of but who are we supporting? Because they are no friend of ours, not even a single one of them.”, his words made her chin tremble as black pudding, while her chubby hands slammed the arms of her chair, tossing porgs all over the floor, enough for her smaller pets to run around the shuttle in their attempt of catching them.​

“Fools!”, her mouth roared as her fingers were directed to the chair’s panel, moving it upfront straight at the general. “I gave you thousands of battle droids under your control, Bracken, use it! Crush them all! Find them, kill them, chain them up! I want the Guild out of here, I want the Smugglers back to where they belong, and I want those Sunny thugs evaporated!”, they had no respect whatsoever for those older than they were, so Popara would show that she could expand her empire much like in the old days, by taking what belonged to her with strength and prowess. Popara wanted this dump of a planet, so the three allies would cry over to the Empire, the Empire would come and she would hide, they would live and she would rule. Imperials were like the wind, gushing great threat and flapping everything that surrounded them, but a fleeting thing that always passed them by. Planets like Lotho Minor would never change for the better.​

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“My Queen, we have four opposing forces to deal with on land. Shall we leave this matter to General Bracken? We need to assert control over Junk Villa, and your presence in here is certainly the proper path for doing that.”, the feline majordomo spoke close to her ear, with those honeyed words that Popara knew well-enough. She said Junk Villa was the second largest village in that planet, where law and prosperity could be found, the perfect place for sowing more meat for her chains and minions for her spice and psylocibin operations, to flood the unknown worlds and move her criminal affairs to the Core Worlds once again.​

“That is why I am here, you fool. To ensure this deal go as I planned.”, her battle droids were filling the streets, engagements were already taken place with the minions of all the opposing forces, to drive them away from the conquered land and ensure her grip over that large pile of scrap. With that she would bring upon the attention of her biggest opponents, Black Sun was her greatest concern, but if all went as she had planned, Popara would gain undeniable profit over Brokka’s organization by negotiating, ramming them out of Lotho Minor entirely was not an option, at least not for the time being, and there were other planets to explore, populations to enslave, tribes to acquire and bring about under the protection of her tail. This was just the beginning of the Rising of the Anjiliac. A malicious smile took over her lips, as Popara drove her hoover throne out of her shuttle, with her troops lined up to greet her and an improvised court mounted for her pleasure over tables, ragged chairs, scrap, and an orlop for her to oversee the entirety of this incursion, also, spreading around her could be found a group of her minions, the Gebbo-Gebbo Band waited alongside other funny-looking aliens that were taken under her crushing thumb and now belonged with her as both slaves and sycophants. Her glowing orange eyes scavenged the place, opening her mouth and thunderously roaring to Max Gebbo "Chuba!", one gamorrean mistook the Queen calling out for him. "Noah, noah! Gebbo-Gebbo ma pateesas, obita, obita!", immediately they started to move and play their tune for their horrendous queen. Cerro served with a colossal silver cup of frozen mijura, only to have Popara snarl at her, laughing shortly afterward as the music started and the porgs were served. ​