Fondorian Fulcrum [First Order Dominion of Fondor [Hex P-33]

[Luther Lewis]

Location: Secondary bomb site.
Objective 2: Stabilise and Interrogate the Patient.

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There was something about seeing wounded that made the stomach churn, no matter how used to it you were. It was something integral to the human instinct. Thus, when the doors opened to the grisly scene, Luther’s stomach flipped. As a soldier too, the sight of blood prompted the rise of wariness and danger. Fighting to keep his mind clear and his breakfast confined to his stomach, he left the ambulance.

He left [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] to tend to the wounded man, while Luther worked on clearing away witnesses. Luther had dealt in the aftermath of blasts many a time in his days as a combat medic. He found that soldiers often milled about, either worried about their comrades or in minor shock.

He approached what appeared to be a private. “Good work today kid” Luther began, pulling out his ID and presenting it to the man. “But, in case you hadn’t noticed, the professionals have arrived”. Luther gestured to Doctor ‘Forr’ who was in the process of showing her own identification. “Who’s your CO?” Luther asked. The man squinted at Luther tag for a while before pointing to a woman behind him. Luther approached the commander. She seemed to be trying to stabilise the patient and was shouting orders to nearby subordinates.

“You’ve done well Ma’am” Luther said. "I'm Jonathon Zane, paramedic. With me is Doctor Forr" . Luther once again gestured to Aes'ona. "We can take over from here. If the First Order could get back to guarding the perimeter, that would be helpful”. He tried to keep the authority out of his voice, remembering that he wasn’t her superior at the moment.

| [member=TK-0023] |​

 

[Hansen]

TK-0023 "Lothia"
Fondor Surface, Near Parliament, Checkpoint Aurek
Nearby: [member="Luther Ando"], [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"]
Objective: II - Bomb Threat

"Yeah that's good hold it up, Private." Lothia calmly compliments the Trooper who rushes back offering the Cannula connecting to one of the large oh-negative red blood filled bags towards his Platoon Sergeant who receives it in a firm almost careful hand using her green spheres to study it briefly 'Heavy duty flexible, good' she thought before easing off the tourniquet bound around the young man's bicep clamping down on the artery that moves through the upper arm, fortunately, high-pressure blood doesn't start spraying everywhere which confirmed her suspicion with silent relief that it had not been severed. The Man's right arm had exploded into bloody ribbons and wasn't going to be usable for the purposes of performing a transfusion.

Inspecting the line and bag briefly for any sign of an embolism that could threaten the patient and prisoner Lothia inspects the boys' transculent skin for a moment before identifying the vein she was going to use just fore of the elbow joint. 'antebrachial vein just fore of the elbow should be good' the Stormtrooper Master Sergeant inserts a stint with firm albeit precise dexterity prior to inserting the Cannula after the stint had cleared the proverbial path. "Good, good." Lothia rasps a sigh of relief. Turning helmeted head towards another one of her subordinates kneeling beside the man clasping onto a tournquet secured to the mangled side of the Man's body she offers a sharp nominated with all fingers on left-hand extended towards their Armoured-Personnel carrier. "Go get the head and neck immobiliser and gurney we need to have him ready for when the Banshee turns up." Noiselessly acknowledging the Order with a nod the Trooper springs up and sprints passed the approaching Ando and Terrani who is introduced as 'Doctor Forr'.

Peering up in the direction of the meek and gentle voice Lothia growls angrily through her annunciator; Agent Mysterious had come oh so benevolently to their 'rescue' when it wasn't solicited like any good spook leaving the tall Master Sergeant to conclude easily the woman 'Forr' was either another FOSB asset or a Civilian Contractor working for them it didn't matter to Lothia. "You're fortunate I recognise you Agent Mysterious, go and help Whacker bring the Gurney over here and bring the First aid kit on the inside of the door!" Knowing atleast that Agent Mysterious is a FOSB asset Lothia's polarised lenses shoot a killer glare towards Doctor Forr. "You will step forward and identify yourself immediately or be ejected from the Cordon! Tiny!?" On the exclamation of 'Tiny', a six and a half foot tall Stormtrooper who Terrani and Luther had passed audibly activates his riot Baton with an electric crackle his two-hundred and fifty-pound mass audibly thudding over the ambient clamour.

Lothia's gaze looks passed Terrani towards Whacker and Ando. "Hurry!" The she-wolf's throat shrills angrily across the debris-ridden street. Placing herself between the casualty and Terrani, the pair of dextrous gloved hands use what stick dressing are in her utility belt and secures the Cannula against the man's charred and metal-freckled skin; indicative whatever explosive he had used was fragmentary in nature with splinters that had ribbed through his closing and the side of his head clearly visible. In the distance, the distinct ionic roar of a Banshee Dropship's engines echo through the dirty industrial streets of Fondor with their distinct unpleasant whine increasing as pitch with each meter it draws closer.

"The male human 'Zane' is a spook I can confirm." Lothia's voice outwardly passes through the TEAMCOMM and her annunciator pausing for a moment. "If Doctor Forr fails to produce identification or interfere with the scene you are ordered to remove her from the Cordon with any force necessary if she resists, detain and arrest." The Command was given with a biting poison fuelled by Lothia's animosity, Tiny accepts the Order from his platoon sergeant glibly and nods his helmeted head in his silent stoicism, the Stormtrooper Sergeant didn't make threats, that was what the twelve Stormtroopers were going to do with Dr. Forr unless she could prove she was an FOSB employee or contractor right then and there in the middle of the mostly empty debris-filled street.

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

| Objective 2 < Administer Hypo and extract intel from the terrorist |
| Location: Attempted bombing site|
| Nearby: [member="TK-0023"] |

The technical-pacifist doctor was doing well steeling her stomach to her surroundings and her resolve to her mission as she flashed her fabricated identification card along with [member="Luther Ando"].

That was at least until a trooper behind her activated his weapon. The sudden electric crack seemed to send jolts up Aes'ona's spine, though she knew that those were just anxiety-induced. She jumped in her skin and clamped her eyes shut before glancing over at 'Zane'.

She didn't know why she did. The Master Sargent had been quite clear with her instructions as well as with potential consequences of defiance.

Adverting her gaze into her medical tote, 'Forr' began to fish for a piece of evidence that could contradict who she had just said she was. What she found was the metal armband that she wore whenever she wore her medical uniform. She turned and offered it to Tiny, for Lothia had her hands full. Reading it aloud to her seemed unwise with the patient conscious and nearby.

Underneath the red cross indicating a First Order medical professional, it read:

Aes'ona Terrani, ER/GP​

Chief Wardroom WO​

Sixth Fleet​

That would hopefully be satisfactory to prove that she was a contractor, as she had proved to be a whole other person just prior.

"I'm not here to step on anyone's toes," Terrani began. It some ways she was, but a kind approach seemed necessary. "Just here to help. It will only take a minute and then you can have him back," she added, nodding at the patient. "I can't say anything for Paramedic Zane, but you'll not run into me again in this capacity."

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Objective: V - BYOO
Location: Mount Octan, Nallastia

The Atrisian teen stepped away from the protocol droid.

Circling around toward the center edge of the congregation there on the patio, the young prince surveyed the scene. It seemed as though it was just an odd assortment of people standing around, talking. Herglic emissaries. Mrlssi envoys. Nallastian nobles. Atrisian delegates. Interspersed and mingling among themselves.

What wasn't he looking at?

What wasn't he seeing?

Or was he overlooking anything at all? The Force was mysterious. With the future always in motion, Shoma might well have been sensing a threat that would never materialize.

A waiter passed in front of the boy.

Shoma might not have even noticed, except that his eyes were drawn to the tattoo on the man's neck. As he watched, the waiter carried a tray of empty glasses off to the fringes of the banquet, where the staff and servers all worked. As the teen's gaze moved around the edge of the patio, he began to examine how the servers were spread out. How they clustered together. How they cued off one another.

Maybe it was his imagination.

Maybe it was nothing more than just anxiety about the negotiations.

But what was the harm in contacting the First Order Security Bureau? Rotating his wrist, the teen's fingers passed over the face of the HoloLink that he wore, keying in the subspace radio code clearance for access to diplomatic security.

The call didn't go through.

Did he just not have a signal? He had three bars on a 4-Grek network earlier...

They were being jammed.

The boy's eyes darted upward. Turning his head, he scanned the crowd for the Margrave Octan.

...who was not present.

The Nallastian guards?

Also, not present.

 

[Karl Von Strauss]

Objective III
Location: FIV Anastasia, In orbit of Fondor
Allies: First Order
Enemies/Currently Engaging: [member="The Dragon"]

Karl looked through the bridge glassteel view ports as the green turbolaser bolts rained down on the rogue star destroyer. Even at quarter speed, they were growing ever so close to the destroyer. Captain Von Strauss' XO walked up behind him, "Sir, all available weaponry are firing upon the destroyer, unluckily we are still out of gravity mine range." He looked at his lieutenant-commander, how'd he figure out his plan. Karl was going to use the gravity mines as another way of not allowing the rebellious scum to escape even if they did fix the hyperdrive.
"That is disappointing, but keep the gravity mine launchers prepped and ready. Increase speed to 'all-ahead half' I want the launcher to be in range as soon as possible." Karl scratched
his chin and asked. "Are we within concussion missile range?" Karl's XO lifted his datapad and swiped through a couple of pages of data before landing on the one he needed. "Yes sir, they are well within range of our missiles, but their shield is yet to go down." He looked up at Karl and saw his piercing gaze. "I'll have them prepped and readied for when the shield goes down." The LtC. scurried off to the weapons control officers.

Captain Von Strauss' hands went behind his back as he turned away from the view ports, he walked by the floor pits until he came across a communications officer. "Would you be a lad, and tell the vanguard to launch two squads of defenders, two squads of regular fighters, and three squads of its bomber complement? Thanks." He continued his walk until he reached his command chair, which he sat down at. So far, this was quite an easy battle, but anything could change in the blink of an eye.

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Spoiler

ALL ENGAGING: Rogue Star Destroyer | [member="The Dragon"]

Imperial-X II Class Star Destroyers (x)
FIV Anastasia
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: 1 TIE/fo MkIII | 1 TIE/FO-SK


FIV Belle
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: 1 TIE/fo MkIII | 1 TIE/FO-SK



FIV White
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: 1 TIE/fo MkIII | 1 TIE/FO-SK




Sabre Class Escort Frigates (x)
FIV Tirpitz
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%


FIV Bismarck II
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%


FIV Hipper
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%



Vanguard Class Carrier (x)
FIV Zahn
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: 0 FO-TIE/D | 2 TIE/fo MkIII | 1 TIE/FO-SK


TIE Bomber Group Eins
x3 TIE/FO MkIII (x)
x6 TIE/FO-SK (x)

TIE Bomber Group Zwei
x2 FO-TIE/D (x)
x2 TIE/fo MkIII
x3 TIE/FO-SK

 

[The Dragon]

Objective III

"They're still shooting, aren't they?"

"Yeah, dey are bossman," said one of the mercenaries following him. The Dragon nodded in understanding.

"Now," he says, turning his head to the engineer that was restrained in front of him. "Here's the commlink and you're going to tell the person what I told you to say." Behind the mask, there was a grim, somber look as he looked past the man and to the collected prisoners behind the transparisteel viewing glass.

"You've got a line, Bossman," said one of his technicians in his ear, and he nodded to the engineer.

"Uh, uhhhh... Captain of Imperial Taskforce, this is Senior Engineer, uh," there was a sucking in of breath, obviously pained, but he managed to recover. "J-j-jon Cuvay." The dossier on the man said the man was good at his job, and rapidly reached his current job title, a new edition too. A rising star in the Imperial warmachine. Shame, he'll likely have to die today. "P-please stop shooting on us. Our c-captors said they'd release us i-if you stopped shoo-shooting."

[member="Karl Von Strauss"]

 

[The Major]

Agent Krakower
Aboard the FIV Silencer
Space over Fondor, near Lagrange Point L2
Objective 2: Bomb Threat
Objective 3: Joyride
Morale: Strained (low)
Near: [member="FN-2499"]

::Oh good! Agent. You have the support I’ve called for. Your objectives are being redone. Reports indicate sufficient resources have been deployed to subdue the objective near the VIP meeting. A vessel has been seized by rebel elements and you will personally enter the ship with these commandos. Some of the terrorist elements would prove to be quite a prize for the Bureau. Do this for me, Agent. You’re in command of the squad. Good? Excellent! Details are being uploaded to your datapad now. I await a successful conclusion.::

The uplink died out and Agent Krakower looked over at the troopers now awaiting orders.

“Uh, we are boarding a ship and subduing a number of valued of targets.” The agent reviewed some the details and stood up, sweating and nervous because she was being forced to comply with a mission of potential risk when she would rather stay on board and in safety. It wasn’t like the agent had not received leadership and combat training.

It’s just that missions given directly by the Director tended to be extremely challenging and risky.

“Follow me, please.” Reila pointed to the door and lead the contingent outwards and to the hanger bay.

 

[Luther Lewis]

Location: Secondary bomb site.
Objective 2: Stabilise and Interrogate the Patient.

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Luther pinched the bridge of his nose. He recognised that voice, and he knew of only one that referred to him as 'Agent Mysterious'. Grinding his teeth together, he pulled [member="TK-0023"] aside so they were out of earshot from the others.

“I appreciate the work you’ve done so far Ma’am, but you’ve clearly mistaken me for someone else” Luther kept his voice low. “I am Jonathon Zane, paramedic. If I was one of your Bureau agents, I’d no doubt take umbrage at the way you’ve treated both me and the Doctor”. Luther gaze now hardens. “This man is to stay here until Doctor Forr is finished and you will not interfere. Otherwise, that might mean I am indeed an FOSB agent. That, in turn, would mean I would have to write up a report about a certain red-headed trooper who jeopardised my mission”.

He walked back over to [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] . “We have the go ahead” Luther said quietly. “I’ll prepare the anaesthesia and ask relevant questions, you just focus on your work”. Luther made his way over to the patient and uttered a string of curses as he looked down upon the man’s right arm.

The hand was missing, likely torn off in the explosion. Yet what was most frustrating was that this injury wasn’t mentioned in the report. He glanced over at Aes’ona, gesturing to the missing hand as his face settled into a grim line. They had even less time now.

He walked over to the other side of the patient. “I’m giving you something to ease the pain” Luther said. Luther inserted the syringe and slowly pushed the anaesthetic/truth-serum into the bloodstream.

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

| Objective 2 < Administer Hypo and extract intel from the terrorist |
| Location: Attempted bombing site|

The doctor threw a nervous glance over her shoulder at [member="TK-0023"] and [member="Luther Ando"] as they had words. Well, he had words, but with the trooper's helmet on Aes'ona couldn't tell.

In the momentary reprieve, she first stowed her real ID safely in the bottom of her tote again and took a deep breath. She hadn't expected this to be easy, but she hadn't thought she'd would have been threatened so early on either.

Suddenly, Luther's voice beckoned her back to action and he led her over to the patient. Oh, no, no, no, she thought when her gaze followed the agent's down to the man's missing extremity. As she kneeled beside him, opposite Luther, she pulled on a fresh pair of mesh gloves. It had been a while since she had performed a field dress, but she didn't have time to wallow. Especially when wallowing would mean going back to Dagobah, and that meant freezing up.

First, she took her unmarked medkit out of her tote and opened it on the ground. She paused to tighten the Master Sargent's tourniquet before dabbing a hemosponge over the ragged end of the man's forearm as a gently as she possibly could while still effectively soaking up blood, which was not gentle at all. Aes'ona cringed at the man's cries and curses, hoping that the serum would help pacify him for enough for Luther to make out coherent answers.

Her view clearer of blood for the moment, she took up her laser cauterizer and burned shut the exposed veins that she could quickly identify. She mopped up some of the new blood and managed to cauterize a few more.

Doctor Terrani then scooted down the man's body to focus on his wounded leg. Carefully but quickly, she took the pressure cuff out of her bag and situated it around the wound. It pushed down substantially, serving to restrict blood flow to the area as Aes'ona could remove the lodged metal shard. She covered the gash with a heat closure pack soon after, keeping pressure on as the pad warmed and began to seal and sterilize the wound. Depending on the depth of the wound, the man would be left with some amount of internal bleeding, but that could be worried about if he made it to the hospital.

 

[Hansen]

TK-0023 "Lothia"
Fondor Surface, Near Parliament, Checkpoint Aurek
Nearby: [member="Luther Ando"], [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"]
Objective: II - Bomb Threat

"I'll be back" Lothia inspects the identification presented and gives a disrespectful 'hmph' dismissing the credentials with obvious irritation, the other Agent rudely accosts the Non-Commissioned Officer and she pulls her right-arm away from Luther with an animalistic wild growl causing the Stormtroopers around the site to recoil away from their Platoon Sergeant as if it were some learned muscle memory reaction to sound; The man was more than fortunate she didn't strike him right then and there more than a few thought.

Chuckling at the observation Tiny couldn't help but comment quietly towards 'Forr'. "That paramedic should buy 'imself a lotto ticket."

Shooting a glare towards Agent Mysterious while he continued to keep up his ridiculous facade she breaks it for a moment as those smouldering spheres roll around in their sockets. Lothia struggled not to mock him although she kept professional while her thumb and index finger angrily toggled the ambidextrous safety. "Unfortunately for us both, I use complaints from the bureau forwarded to my commanding officer as kindling." Lothia's tone showers down the bite of excrement upon Zane, unable to keep her bubbling fury concealed behind grinding teeth.

"That man is a prisoner of war, should you mistreat him as a Civilian, I will be obliged to detain you." Lothia waits for Agent Mysterious to turn and watches him take several steps back towards the casualty, she'd recalled the man being somewhat more agreeable and Human, her throat beats softly as heart-rate increases the sound of the man's whimpers and cries force the Stormtrooper Sergeant to pause in her step and beads of sweat push up through her skin, pins biting at her palms.

The G-11F Blaster Rifle falls onto the concrete road, both hands fall beside Lothia's side and she abruptly stumbles while her gaze is unable to leave the man studying his injuries and the sinew scattered around the scene it was one she'd seen all too often and the memories of each occurrence weigh her down to the Earth. Both hands and knees manage to break the woman's descent although her armoured body begins tremoring visibly and wheezing uncontrollably the Section's Corporal noticing as he turned to survey the scene once more. "Sarge! Are you alright?" He received no reply as the usually stoic Lothia seemed paralysed and attempted to rise with a step only to fall clumsily again, prompting the Corporal to curse beneath his breath and run as fast as his armour's joints will permit.

 

[Karl Von Strauss]

Objective III
Location: FIV Anastasia, In orbit of Fondor
Allies: First Order
Enemies/Engaging: [member="The Dragon"]

"All Batteries, hold fire. Lieutenant-Commander get a database search on this Senior Engineer Jon Cuvay, I want to know if he's real or not." Karl had them play the message a few times over, four more times to be exact. By that time the LtC had come back with confirmation that 'Jon Cuvay' was a well respected member of the Corp of Engineers. "Sir, what should we do now?" Asked the LtC. Karl immediately shot back "Are we within gravity launcher range?" The LtC lifted his datapad to his face, "Yessir, we are well within range." Karl nodded and said, "Alright, have them prepped and ready to go on my command. Get this message to them." Captain Von Strauss waited for a comm officer to let him know he was good to go. "Rogue Star Destroyer, This is Captain Von Strauss. You will release your captives and surrender. This is the only option, You will not escape, this if you resist." He turned around to his LtC. and whispered "Have the Sabres block their transmissions outward except to us and other imperial vessels, and depending on their response immediately launch the gravity mines or send a tie escort to the engineers." The LtC, nodded and began typing away vigorously on his datapad while also calling over some of the gunnery officers.

Karl awaited their response.

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Spoiler

ALL ENGAGING: Rogue Star Destroyer | The Dragonhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/19671-the-dragon/

Imperial-X II Class Star Destroyers (x)
FIV Anastasia
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: 1 TIE/fo MkIII | 1 TIE/FO-SK


FIV Belle
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: 1 TIE/fo MkIII | 1 TIE/FO-SK



FIV White
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: 1 TIE/fo MkIII | 1 TIE/FO-SK




Sabre Class Escort Frigates (x)
FIV Tirpitz
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%


FIV Bismarck II
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%


FIV Hipper
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%



Vanguard Class Carrier (x)
FIV Zahn
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: 0 FO-TIE/D | 2 TIE/fo MkIII | 1 TIE/FO-SK


TIE Bomber Group Eins
x3 TIE/FO MkIII (x)
x6 TIE/FO-SK (x)

TIE Bomber Group Zwei
x2 FO-TIE/D (x)
x2 TIE/fo MkIII
x3 TIE/FO-SK

 

[The Dragon]

Objective III

"H-his name is C-captain V-voooon Strauss," he painfully moaned out. This time, The Dragon couldn't help but roll his eyes as he took the commlink back, his hand sealed tightly around the receiver. "S-surrender," the Senior Engineer said, "Y-y-you can't beat them, n-not with one ship." And there was a nodding hood in response.

"Agreed," responded the cold, soulless sounding voice that the man possessed. Jon Cuvay wouldn't hear it thought, he was being escorted away in the opposite direction to the hangar deck. Based off the interior mapping of the ship, there were more escape pods there. Before the day was done, that's where the Dragon would end up, he was sure of it. "How close are the rest of them to completing their work?"

"Done. They stopped firing, but we're pushing sublight to max power. Think we can keep on outpacin' em' Chief."

"Mm," and he turned away, replacing his commlink back into his ear. "Captain Von Strauss." They were waiting for him to respond, he suspected. "I will return my hostages to you. You'll understand if they are not entirely whole, but they'll be better off for it." They were distancing themselves from the planet now, inertial dampeners made sure he couldn't feel it, but his team had urged him just moments before they were on the move. Suppose he had no other choice but to take their word for it. "They'll be sent out via escape pod," he says, and even as he said it, he could see the first one coming out the side of the hull and to the Imperial taskforce. "Contact me if you need something, Cap, better for you to have your people back, yeah?" And there was a click, and he muted his end of the channel. For now, anyway.

Walking around the corner, he saw the next pod being prepared to be cast out into the abyss. He took a look inside and saw barely conscious troopers and personnel gradually waking up. There was a banging sound, and he saw the navigation console broken, and stepping out, he heard multiple people heading towards them.

"The packages ready?"

"Yes, Boss Man. You saw da first one, ya?"

"Mm. Is this one ready?"

"Yes, Boss Man, remote ya?"

"Mhm, just for the final pod." he answered. His masked features once more became grim, and he shook his head before shutting the door of the escape pod. "Give me the trigger, and link a sensor feed of the pods to my datapad."

[member="Karl Von Strauss"]

 

[Luther Lewis]

Location: Secondary bomb site.
Objective 2: Stabilise and Interrogate the Patient.

​

“Shhhh relax…” Luther said as the serum started to take hold. [member="TK-0023"] and her crew had done a good job at keeping him stable. Luther was pleased with her work, though less so with the insubordinate behaviour.

A ping sounded from his datapad, prompting Luther to leave the patient and skim the article. One of the analysts had run an ID check on the man and sent Luther the file. The man was one Tomas Reed, a mechanic with alleged criminal ties.

Luther returned to find Tomas much calmer, now under the influence of the chemical cocktail. “You’re safe now friend” Luther said. “No” the man mumbled. “The…the Order”. The man let out a short gasp of pain as [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] continued her work. “The First Order left” Luther lied. “Just doctors now, okay?” The man nodded.

“Look, I need to-” A sudden gasp from Tomas interrupted Luther. “I can’t feel my hand” Tomas said, panic in his voice. He struggled as he tried to look at the severed limb. Luther pushed him back down flat. “It’s just numb” Luther lied, impatient. “Tomas, I need to find the Boss”. “M-M-Mathis?” the man was struggling to speak.

“Yes!” Luther said forcefully. “Where. Is. Mathis?” Aes’ona took this time to remove the metal shard. The sudden pain brought a small measure of clarity to Tomas’ expression. He blurted out an address, slurred but distinct enough. Luther committed it to memory.

“Now, tell me about the other bomb” Tomas opened his mouth to speak but slumped suddenly as he passed out. Luther leaned and grabbed the cuff of the man’s shirt. “Tomas!” he shook the man roughly, trying to rouse the man. Tomas stirred slightly but didn't regain consciousness. “Tomas, where is the bomb!?” Luther pressed, shouting with a mixture of desperation and anger. He leaned over further, shaking the man even more vigorously. “WHERE. IS. THE. BOMB!?”

Luther froze, poised over the man. Aes’ona had finished, and the faces all around him were staring his way. Luther fell back, drained. He swallowed and turned to Aes’ona. “I’ve wasted enough time” he said quietly. “Get him in the ambulance, maybe there is still time to save him”.

Stumbling away from the scene, covered in blood, Luther fought down the urge to vomit. Trying to distract himself, he quickly searched for the address on his datapad and approached the trooper called ‘Tiny’. “Luther Ando, FOSB” he flashed his proper ID. The trooper looked unimpressed. “Give this to the master-sergeant” he said, handing over the datapad. “I need a team prepped for a breach ASAP”.

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

| Objective 2 > Extract Tomas to the hospital |​

| Location: Attempted bombing site |​

Aes'ona didn't just look up but flinched away when [member="Luther Ando"]'s questioning became physical. She didn't even get the chance to stop him before he stopped himself. As he walked away, the doctor shouted over her shoulder to the ambulance driver--most likely another agent--for a hover-stretcher. Together they moved Tomas onto the stretcher with little difficulty and loaded him into the ambulance.

As they didn't have any more blood bags, Aes'ona hooked the man up to a simple sugar drip, hoping that that would help his body synthesize its own. "Keep that going," she ordered the agent as she moved within the bus, taking off her bloodied gloves and discarding them into a biohazard receptacle.

He muttered something about just being the driver, but then Aes'ona returned to take over for him. She took a seat on the bench and reached out to cover Tomas' hand with her own. "It's going to be okay," she assured. "We'll be at the hospital soon."

She turned to the driver. "Drop him off and make sure he's received into the ER. But don't dally, we need you back here."

Giving one last reassuring smile to Tomas, she slung her tote over her shoulder and jumped out of the ambulance. She closed one door as the agent got the other. When the vehicle's siren pierced the relative silence that the scene had been plunged into, Aes'ona momentarily hide her face in her hands. But she quickly retracted them; there was no time to deal in regret now. Like Agent Ando had said, they had lost too much time.

She walked over to join him, nearing [member="TK-0023"] again.

 

[The Major]

Agent Krakower
Aboard dropship Gael, departing FIV Silencer
Space over Fondor, nearing the FIV Anastasia
Objective 3: Joyride
Morale: Low (Nervous)
Near: [member="FN-2499"], [member="Karl Von Strauss"] (approaching vessel)

Laced up in the same black armored garb like the rest of the troopers abroad the dropship, Reila trembled and shook while trying to grasp her blaster rifle -the strain of being shoved into direct contact with an objective that clearly set her up for failure at the last second had the agent sweating outside of cushy comfort zones.

As the operative in charge of this excursion, she had to set up communication lines as per protocol. Trying to stow away the pangs of jittering, mouth drying discomfort, the FOSB agent opened up a line with the FIV Anastasia.

::Come in, FIV Anastasia, this is Callsign Gael. We are currently in route to board the target vessel as per Bureau orders. Mission parameters being uploaded to your battlenet now. Requesting TIE support to cover our boarding of the vessel.::

Upon squelching the channel, Agent Krakower began to cough and hack, apparently suppressing a wave of nausea.

 

[Karl Von Strauss]

Objective III
Location: FIV Anastasia, In orbit of Fondor
Allies: [member="FN-2499"] | [member="The Major"]
Enemies: [member="The Dragon"]

"Lieutenant-Commander, get those escape pods, they are officially top priority at this moment. Yet, I have a feeling that this isn't quite over." Just as Karl said this, one of his communications officer yelled "Sir, message from an Order dropship, playing it now!"

::Come in, FIV Anastasia, this is Callsign Gael. We are currently in route to board the target vessel as per Bureau orders. Mission parameters being uploaded to your battlenet now. Requesting TIE support to cover our boarding of the vessel.::

"The Bureau? Well then, looks like I was right. Lieutenant, Send the Hipper and the Tirpitz to fetch those escape pods, we are now assisting the Bureau. Send group Zwei to cover Gael and transfer full autonomy to the Gael as well. Now," He said as he looked around the bridge. "get the sublight thrusters to full power, and launch all available gravity mines at the rogue destroyer." The three star destroyers under Captain Von Strauss' command lurched forward. The engines began grow brighter as the destroyers reached top speed. The gravity mines were launched, and began streaming towards the target, all the while green bolts of turbolaser fire rained down on the rogue destroyer.

The Tirpitz and the Hipper left the formation at full sublight speed trying their best to get to the escape pods to rescue the crew of the, now rogue, destroyer. TIE Bomber group Zwei, left formation with group eins and headed for dropship Gael, once there the lead FO-TIE/D pilot sent a message the dropship. "Dropship Gael, this is Tie Bomber Group Zwei from the Anastasia, Captain Von Strauss has given you full autonomy of us. What are your orders?"

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Spoiler

MOST ENGAGING: Rogue Star Destroyer | The Dragonhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/19671-the-dragon/

Imperial-X II Class Star Destroyers (x)
FIV Anastasia
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: 1 TIE/fo MkIII | 1 TIE/FO-SK


FIV Belle
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: 1 TIE/fo MkIII | 1 TIE/FO-SK



FIV White
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: 1 TIE/fo MkIII | 1 TIE/FO-SK




Sabre Class Escort Frigates (x)
FIV Tirpitz
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%
Currently Saving Escape Pods

FIV Bismarck II
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%


FIV Hipper
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%
Currently Saving Escape Pods


Vanguard Class Carrier (x)
FIV Zahn
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: 0 FO-TIE/D | 2 TIE/fo MkIII | 1 TIE/FO-SK


TIE Bomber Group Eins
x3 TIE/FO MkIII (x)
x6 TIE/FO-SK (x)

TIE Bomber Group Zwei (Full autonomy to the betterment of Dropship Gael)
x2 FO-TIE/D (x)
x2 TIE/fo MkIII
x3 TIE/FO-SK

 

[The Dragon]

Objective III
[member="The Major"], [member="Karl Von Strauss"]

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There was a rumble that was sent through the ship.

So they're shooting again.

The Dragon stopped mid-step. "Boarding party in the hangar, Boss Man."

"Vacate the area. Shut down that level as soon as our last guy is out. And the three levels above and under it. Vent the atmosphere." They didn't have the men to man an entire ship, but they did have enough to make a run for it. A few hundred could man a Destroyer sized ship, but they only needed a handful for the bridge crew who did most of the working. For the crew that couldn't be hired, they strong armed their Imperial captives in doing it with the promise of freedom from the Destroyer's walls. Those that were voices of resistance, well, their screams rang through the halls of the Destroyer.

I intend to follow through with that.

"We're keeping the last few dozen Imps we've got," he says. "Keep sending the pods out. Notify me when we're down to our last one."

This Captain Von Strauss was sure to be surprised with the content of the pods. Not all had people in them, some were empty of life in a bid to get the Taskforce Captain to waste manpower in saving the perceived captives in the escape pods.

The shields of the retrofitted ship were charged to the back of the ship. Non-essential systems were shut down, which meant extra juice for shields and their sublight engines. A build up that any could detect on sensors, was the hyperdrive coming online. A handful of defense guns were used to shoot at the closest of the gravity mines in the systems, though when TIEs came onto their sensors, those became the targets instead.

Let's get to the airlock.

 

[Hansen]

TK-0023 "Lothia"
Fondor Surface, Near Parliament, Checkpoint Aurek
Nearby: [member="Luther Ando"], [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"]
Objective: II - Bomb Threat

Lothia's fingers curl against the pavement; clasing at it desperately whilee heaving air in and out of her lungs in a frenetic Cadence with her spheres rolling around in their orbs darting around wildly with naught coherence. "Sarge! Are you okay?" His voice seemed distant, almost non-existent to Lothia's ears a thin veil of crimson strands draped over them. Raising her gaze steadily with limbs trembling the Master Sergeant defies the crippling anxiety and weakly wraps her right-hand around the dropped G-11F's triggerguard bracing left-palm against the gravel with an uncharacteristic clumsiness.

The Corporal goes to aid his Platoon Sergeant but finds his gesture swatted away in a gentle strike from Lothia; ever stoic and spurning of aid already did she noiselessly chastise herself for the moment of weakness born from a buried anxiety. "I'm fine" Angrily she bites back at the Corporal who seems to shrink proverbially and literally as the lofty albeit powerful sinewy woman raises the precipice of helmeted head to the sky. An Ambulance repulsorcraft comes screeching down the street that Lothia watches with arms hanging loosely beside her thighs watching the vehicle come to a stop and Doctor Forr helping load the man into it's belly.

Tiny looks down at Luther with veiled contempt upon his concealed sun-kissed face. "Sure thing pretty boy." Bellowing out a deep laugh the hulking Stormtrooper begins sauntering towards his Platoon Sergeant who is flanked by two different attending Troopers from their section. Tiny had noticed Lothia's collapse although he'd not panicked having served beside one-another since they were Children he understood she was unlikely to accept any offered help. Extending in a massive closed-hand towards Lothia the Datapad. "Here you go Sarge, Spook over there wants a fireteam for a breach." Finally Lothia focuses properly and violently snatches the Datapad from Tiny's grip soliciting a small smirk from the Corporal and Tiny; that was the platoon sergeant they knew not the nervous wreck that just seconds earlier had collapsed atop the ground.

"Alright, I'm going it alone." Pausing for a moment the three Troopers around her immediately and raise a bold chorus of argument towards their platoon sergeant. Lothia's gaze sweeps over each of them. "Ratchet, keep your section here. I'm going to go and have a little word with our spook-friend." Holstering the G-11F against right-thigh stepping with a careful dexterity through the debris field around the scene towards Luther she hefts the datapad up into the air and then knocks it against the stark white bucket straddling her skull twice. Stopping at a respectful distance from Agent Mysterious. "Hey!" Grabbing his attention she throws the datapad back in his direction. "So you want my Troopers to breach a suspected terrorist warehouse filled with explosives?" Lothia's tone turns downward into a weary disapproval far from enthusiastic about the idea for what she thought were obvious reasons; a spook was asking her help for clearing a room full of dangerous high-yield explosives. "We can use thermals to verify the warehouse's contents and then call in some direct fire assets to destroy the target rather than clear it." Lothia suggests firmly.

 

[Luther Lewis]

Location: Secondary bomb site.
Objective 2: Prepare to assault hostile HQ.

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Luther sighed deeply. This day was wearing him down, with opposition both from an unknown threat and the troopers on his side. "We are currently in negotiations with the Fondorian government" Luther addressed [member="TK-0023"] wearily. "Do you think it is wise to start bombing civilian buildings based on a small measure of evidence?" He rose up from his position and looked down at her. "If you have concerns for your men, then leave them to secure a perimeter around the site. Meanwhile, a group can breach the warehouse". Luther paused. "Give me your four most level-headed troopers. I'll lead the team in. After all, I want some alive for questioning".

Luther had called his handler while Tiny had debriefed Lothia. The Bureau acted quickly, they were already on-site, cleaning up evidence and instructing troopers to keep their mouths shut. Luther listened to Lothia's response has he moved to one of the FOSB transports. Inside he found exactly what he had been hoping for, Shadowtrooper Armour. Donning the garment, he once again addressed Lothia. "We have the potential to wrap this bomb threat up in this assault, but not if one of use karks it up" His muscles ached, prompting him to administer another dose of his meds.

The armour was almost all on now but he was yet again interrupted as he saw [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] approaching. "Doctor Terrani, I've called the Bureau. They are pleased with your work". He secured the straps and pulled on his helmet. "We're moving on to the next phase" Luther continued, his voice now muffled by the helmet. "An assault on a possible insurgent HQ. We're working towards a clean arrest, but casualties are likely". He tested the cloaking device on the armour, briefly flickering in and out of view. "I'm giving you one of the FO medical units, we'll need you with the perimeter team to treat wounded".

He pulled a Charric Pistol and a Stun Baton from the transport, before holstering them both. "Let's get to work".

 

[FN-2499]

Aboard the dropship Gael nearing the FIV Anastasia
Objective: 3
Near: [member="The Major"] [member="Karl Von Strauss"]

The Special Forces unit of Bravo Team had nodded to the agent's orders. They did a quick check of their gear before the black-clad Stormtroopers had walked with the agent to the Hanger bay on board a dropship. Candor couldn't help but feel uneasy as to what the objective would be. The squad had hung to the handrails. Silence hung thick in the air as the troopers were tasked with following the lead of the FOSB agent they were assigned to. Most of all protect her at all costs, even if they lost some if not all of there lives. And in the end that is what mattered. As long as they served the First Order and in doing so by making sure their orders are carried out.

Candor waited quietly as he could hear the loud roar of the TIE Fighters roaring outside the hull. As he clung to the handrail of the transport, not paying attention to it given he had his eyes on the agent at all times. And as a private, he had taken his mission very seriously. As he felt the transport near it's destination, he couldn't help but wait in anticipation at whatever could be thrown at the squad of stormtroopers.