Invasion Freedom Cry | CIS Invasion of Network/Vegemite-held Taris

Darth Metus · May 29, 2020

F R E E D O M

C R Y

In the eyes of the Southern Systems, there was one body who sullied the word Freedom with every breath.

In the beginning, it was not the goal of the Confederacy to rain down hellfire upon the people of the now-defunct Mandalorian Empire. In fact, an olive branch was once extended to the Cadera regime despite the treachery of her predecessor. Yet, it was the folly and hubris of one man that first saw all hopes of kinship between the Southern Systems and the Mandalorians shattered. From thence, they were content to co-exist in silent and mutual distaste. They agreed to disagree. Neutral in all things. That is, until this same individual glorified the Butchery of Eshan. This, in tandem with raids against their fellows, saw the Confederacy first take up arms.

A statement was made on Eshan in which a Confederate victory proclaimed that the galaxy would take no more. And once again, believing the threat had abated, the Southern Systems were content to return to peaceful co-existence. The nation slumbered. Yet more raids came, many spearheaded by that same deplorable creature. More suffering. More wanton destruction against nations that the Confederacy both respected and defended. This could not go unanswered - and so the Southern Systems led the Galaxy in a charge to rise up and quell the Cadera Regime once and for all. The nations rose as one, struck as one, and seemingly silenced their vicious foe. Then, in the aftermath, it was the Sith Empire which struck the final blow to the enemy in question.

For many, this was thought to be the end. Yet the irreparably deranged being responsible for bringing so much pain upon the Mandalorian people emerged yet again. A blight on a once-proud culture. An insult, to Mandalorian heritage. This time, reports spoke that he masqueraded as a champion of freedom alongside anarchists and terrorists. He spoke of independence, light, and liberty. Yet, in the same breath of those lies being uttered, he aided in the assaults of truly free people. Ryloth, among them. After so much agony. After so many perishing due to his actions. After the very word Freedom had been dragged beneath his boots, a response was required. That soul would be brought to heel; as would the misguided regime that harbored him.

In the wake of his involvement in the recent attacks on Confederate soil, cutting swaths of unmitigated chaos through the heartland, such a response could not be gentle. It could not be diplomatic. Mercy, a chance at redemption, had long since passed. So was it that the people of the Confederacy of Independent Systems demanded the blood, the head, of Kaine Australis. So was it that the Confederacy began their hunt to the so-called Network's sanctuary of Taris. In times past, the Southern Systems would have prioritized the safety of the souls on the ground. Would have prioritized the opinions of their colleagues and fellows above the task that needed to be undertaken. Yet, in the present day, the Confederacy itself came First. The enemy had not prioritized her people in the slightest when the Butcher of Eshan came to Ryloth. They were still burying the corpses. And with this mindset came the resolve to once again take up the sword in earnest.

The Confederacy is coming to wash away the sins of their enemy in his own blood. Warships, fleets, armies, and all manner of military might are inbound. Even with such dire circumstances on their doorstep -Taris can still choose to save themselves. They can choose to see through the lies and know truth. They can choose to surrender the war criminal Kaine Australis and all those who aid him, or be found guilty of harboring one of the most unforgivable souls in the Galaxy.

This was the War of Kaine Australis. This was the battle, the destruction, that he all but asked for.

The Confederacy could rest no longer. No more waiting. No more planning. No more chances to allow the warmongering sociopath to live.

The Southern Systems cried for his blood.

Blood, they would have.

As the full might of the Confederacy thundered forth from the cradle of Hyperspace, a solemn missive was unleashed over the airwaves. A demand - the sole olive branch that would be extended to the ecucumopolis below.

Denizens of Taris, mark well our words. A butcher and his allies hide among you. His crimes are too numerous to count. His actions were the direct cause of the suffering your people and your neighbors have endured. We offer this one opportunity to see us go in peace...

Turn over Kaine Australis and those who would support him. Allow him to face justice for the blood on his hands. Do this, and your world will know peace...

You have eight minutes to comply.

The key to a successful hunt is cutting off the route of escape. Recent history has shown that the adversary is like water - quick to slip through the fingers. To ensure success, dominance of the Taris orbit must be achieved. Join the Confederate Defense Force in its efforts to impose a stalwart blockade about the world. Cease all movement. Board all vessels. Hunt down the aggressor and his supporters.

Level by level, we will Hunt. Taris is a home to untold millions residing. All reside in the planet-spanning cityscape, which is defined by multiple distinct levels. At face value, such a search would be akin to finding a needle in a haystack. But. For the Droid Capital of the Galaxy, such a task can be undertaken. Join the efforts of the Droid Armies as they descend through the levels of Taris. Breach every door. Search every home Stun first. Hunt down the aggressor and his supporters.

Alban Roble

Ettiene Kharne

Alkor Centaris

Amelia von Sorenn
@Ari Riggs
A Arisone Irithiel

Archon Xris
@Ashara Evanaris

Alaria Telwith

Aston Jacobs

Aya Clarke

Bastille Rommer

Beric Layne

Bentil Mortop

Bullwark
BX-1335
Caesar Kenway

Corvus Dravere

Colton Renth
@Cypher Raige

Damsy Callat

Jayce Pryde

Decious
D destroyer 2873

Eli-Mae Forrest

Fawn Alzi
Faye Malvern

FN-1138

Gerwald Lechner

Holt

IG-65A

John Locke

Kasca Fen

Kayla Wylen

Kiff Brayde

Krystal

Kurenai Yumi

Kyber

Lady Moll

Luna Terrik

Lyla Quinn

Maani

Maple Harte

Mathieu Brion
@Amaris Tanenat

Rabbit

Rann Thress

Maria Savilia

Maur
@Malich Fray

Muad Dib

Myrrdin_Emries

Nine Lives
L LGMForever

R4-AUD

Razelle Breuner

Redd
Roy Americus
Ryk Gaelir

Rylan Kordel

SC-A1

Srina Talon

Startorn

Subject 73 Red

Talon Rahl

Talak Jenste

ToKola Bakari

Tess Valnora
@Teyla Riggs

Tyran Numeck

Vanric Dannon

Kyyrk

Vytal Noctura

Uxagi Xatash
Rayne Centaris

K Kaine Australis

Adenn Kyramud

Quoron Cadera

Vegemite Dundee · May 30, 2020

By the Order of the Grand Master of the Vegemite Order, Kaine Australis

Long ago, Taris was destroyed by the Sith. It became a cesspool, riddled in filth and waste. But, life found a way. It rebuilt what had been lost into a beautiful and prosperous world. It was full of beautiful cities, large forests, clean oceans and so much more. Countless millennia of damage has begun to be undone, and the world was once again flourishing. However, they still had chafed under what they saw as Empire after Empire. Oppressive rule after oppressive rule. They had thrown off the yolk of the Vegemite Jedi Enclave, one because who wanted to be associated with Vegemite, and two, to be able to prosper in ways they never had before. They had destroyed the former Network bases, and salvaged what they could. There was no longer any trace of the former Network on their planet, no massive defenses, or build up of troops. The most they had was a dedicated security force that kept out the pirates and criminals.

A planet wide AI was set up to control the flow of traffic, and basic utilities, like power, water, sewage and the like. A new planetary governor was voted in, and it seemed peace, and prosperity had come at last.

As a testament to this, the people of Taris undertook a task that would pave the way to repairing a galaxy so damaged and destroyed.

They gathered samples of countless species of plants and animals about to go extinct, or already were extinct and recreated them. It took a long time and so many resources to recreate these lost species. In an attempt to regain the spent capital, a massive amusement park was created. In these hallowed walls, families could regale at species and plants thought lost for thousands of years.

There was a grand hotel, with every kind of amenity one could ask for, large water parks where one could swim with gentle and majestic creatures. In the fields and forests, giant enclosures held almost every type of being imaginable, and some that had to straight from someone's dreams. Food stalls, rides, theaters, and massive educational exhibits covered the park. In fact, grand research facilities were present to study these lost creatures.

Now, with war on the horizon, Taris felt the impact of the incoming Sith (Led) fleets….Again. How history likes to repeat itself! With little to no military ability of its own, Taris had no choice but to open its arms, and welcome the invaders to the opening of Taris Park. Or pretty much anything else they want.

Especially to Gerwald.

Locations:

Hotel:

A grand locale, pool tables, dart boards, swimming pools, and beaches. Sand and surf. If there is a type of competitive sport here, they have it. Hundreds of thousands of rooms too. It is the perfect place to get your game on! Oh, the hotel bar is serving free drinks to all CIS guests.

Park:

Come experience the recreation of hundreds of thousands of extinct, or nearly extinct species of animals, and plants. It has rides, movie theaters, research facilities, and so much more. Ride the giant Mythosaur coaster! Or perhaps the water rapids! If it fancies you, visit the Storm Beast, Spine Dragon, Cannibal arachnid, or Rakghoul exhibits! What could go wrong?!

Elevator:

Somehow, somewhere, there is an elevator. It is one of trillions on the planet. It is playing horrible elevator music, and there is this creepy AI speaking about world domination or something. Wait, what? Anyway, there may or may not be a woman in labor, and it is most certainly stuck between floors, or maybe deep underground, who can say. Inside this Elevator is Kaine “Grand Master of the Vegemite Jedi Order” Australis. Happy Hunting!

Objectives:

I don't want to die: Not have history repeat itself. It was hard enough to rebuild the first time.

Drinking Contest: The bar is offering free drinks. And there are lots of games to play, lets have fun, it could be our last day!

Welcome to Taris Park: Enjoy the park and all it has to offer.

Elevator to Hell: The hero has to escape an elevator and stop global annihilation due to a rogue AI unit hell bent on world domination.

Tags: K Kaine Australis |

Gerwald Lechner |

Leddie Gred |

Maximilian Unipeg |

Darth Metus |

Srina Talon |

John Locke etc

ToKola Bakari · May 30, 2020

Location: Coming out of Hyperspace, The Veil
Equipment: Warspear
Tag:

Darth Metus

"We should have taken his head on Eshan over a year ago." To'Kola remarked, running a dry cloth over the cool face of his warspear. His thick accent was piqued with a mixture of anger and agitation.

"He made a fool of us then and managed to escape." He growled out, before setting the spear down on the metallic table he sat at. The Veil was such an uncomfortable ship to him. It was pristine in every way and smelled of some cleaner that made To'Kola's stomach turn with just a whiff. He looked up to his older brother, crimson eyes falling on the shape of Isley as the man stood at the center of the deck. "Bah!" To'Kola exclaimed, tossing the cloth down to the ground and standing up to his full height. The massive Sandali man looked to the flashing stars idly for less than a second before one of the tactical droid units approached him.

"Commander, all forces are prepared for the engagement." Unlike usual, the Veil's invasion compliment did not include the simple outfit of tanks and invasion craft. No, they'd brought a myriad of the Confederacy's best hunter droids to root out this karking Mandalorian. To'Kola glanced over to the droid, looking to the datapad he held out to him. Taking it from his metallic hands, he nodded before his eyes turned back to Isley. "We've brought almost two million square feet of metal to hunt one man. He won't escape this time." To'Kola assured his brother before crossing his arms and watching the view before him.

At the forefront of the Confederate Invasion force, the Veil emerged from Hyperspace under the cover of it's usual stealth tech. Sensors in the system would have minor blips, but would soon return to normal as the Veil assured itself closer and closer to the planet.

When To'Kola's eyes set upon the lush world of Taris he could not help but growl lowly like a beast enraged.

He started to bark, much like a dog before finally letting out a resounding,

" M A Y E L F A ! "

Lirka Ka · May 30, 2020

Location: Entering orbit, Autarch-class Siege Breaker Death of Hope
Objective: Arrive, in style
"Allies": CIS and friends
Enemies: VJE and friends

Freedom cried, oh did it weep. But in the way the Confederates thought, for mere sectors away stood the dark heart of Moridinae that awful testament to the ruthless of the Empire, the end of the Mandalorians as they had been known, and the suffering of countless millions and their meaningless existences were snuffed out under the crushing grip of Lirka's clawed gauntlet. Freedom was dead on that poor fracture remnant of what the people of the Galaxy had called Mandalore for so many generations. And it's enforcers churned, as it's great arbiters eyes turned to Taris: where war brewed once more, where the chance for sweet, delicious, revenge had appeared.

Did Lirka care about Australis? Maybe. In some extent. But it was crueler than that, a broad stroke of paint on the canvas of justice: all whom lived under the banner of the barbarians would suffer the torch, but alas. Politics would stay her hand from simply reducing Taris to smoldering ruins and broken corpses. But they would know their crimes, know them well. For the bastions that had crushed the once-Mandalorians under their blackened boots marched to Taris. The great warships, the knives that had stabbed through the moronic prospects of hope: a chunk of Moridinae's defense fleet, Lirka's favored vessels and their support ships burst into Hyperspace, jumping to meet the new attack coming down on Taris. Lirka would delight in watching the Confederate Rats scurry against their foes, the weaklings.

The bridge was alight with activity, though Lirka herself remained a stoic giant of segmented metal plates: the glowing helm staring out into the streaking void of hyperspace. Pondering, it reminded her of the great void of the Nether, and the rolling gestalt energies of Chaos that had torn apart her her being during that whole...stint of being dead. But more than that, she pondered flames, of destruction, she saw Copereo flashing before her once again. A planet that burned, the people that ran and scream while she advanced relentless: no pity, no remorse, no fear. She looked down to one of her massive, metal-covered, arms and flexed it: she had lost it on that world, taken by one of the Heretic's tanks. But it had been regrown now, like all her flesh. Not a scar to show for her memories, letting out a low growl Lirka made the resolution mental reminder that reducing Kamino to a dead-world was still on the list of priorities. Though her thoughts were interrupted as the ship's captain spoke to her.

"We're exiting Hyperspace soon, Ma'am. Would you like to prepare a comm message?"

He was an old man, for a human at least. Wrinkles setting into his face, and his hair dotted with grey. But he was loyal, and showed deference to the Moff: as all those forces on Moridinae quickly learned to do, unless they wanted a particularly up-close-and-personal encounter with a hungry Graug. More than anything though, she liked his ship. Lirka had taken to calling it Death of Hope and none of the staff dared disagree. She appreciated the brutality, the raw destructive power. Reminded her of herself...in a way. Though this giant floating knife was far uglier.

"Acceptable. Patch me through, open frequency: the trash deserves a show."

As always, Lirka adored her dramatics. And dramatic she was, the Imperial fleet arrived from hyperspace: a great knife through the heart of hope bursting out into the system, eclipsing the sun for a brief moment as they arrived. The massive bulk of Death of Hope and a handful of other various Destroyers sprinkled around it. But the speckle was short lived: Lirka's booming voice followed, open frequencies, forcing it's way in wherever it could.

"Barbarians! And those whom have associated with the disloyal scum! You have committed the gravest of crimes, you harbor degenerates, anarchists, and scum! Those who have destroyed the peace, and order, brought on by our glorious Empire! Lay down your arms, surrender, and accept the justice for your crimes! Resistance is death, freedom is a lie!'

After finishing, Lirka briskly turned on her massive heels and thudded her way to the hangar bays. She doubted the locals would listen, they never did. And oh how she loved when mortals proved their stupidity, if they wished to brush aside her mercy? So be it. They would face her boundless fury instead.

Maximilian Unipeg · May 30, 2020

Objective: I DONT WANT TO DIE
Equipment: Clothes
Tags:

Darth Metus |

ToKola Bakari | K Kaine Australis |

John Locke | Et All Oh and

Lirka Ka

As he looked out at the sight before him, Max couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride. It had taken so long, so much capital, but here it was. So close to happy park goers, massive beasts of times long past, or creatures of great significance roamed. The strong old man, with the amazing buttocks leaned against the railing of the control center for the park. “John. It’s a beautiful thing. Look, the Storm Beasts are so majestic.”

However, this happy day of laughing jawas, and skipping ewoks was quickly destroyed. The CIS forces gathered, and made their ultimatum. “Sir….did you hear that?” The older man nodded. “Yes John, yes I did.”

John spoke back. “It’s the sound of a thousand terrible things heading this way.” Max groaned. “I know John.” The younger man named John just continued. “When they get here they will crush us, grind us into tiny pieces, and blast us into oblivion.”

Max glared at John. “I KNOW JOHN! Thank you from the peanut gallery. Those damned Sith followers.” He balled up his fist and hit it on the control panel. Finally, the man cooled down and went to the comm unit and addressed Darth Metus and the CIS Forces.

“Greetings Exalted One, Allow me to Introduce myself, I am Maxamillian Unipeg, owner of Taris Park and much of the planet. I know you are powerful, Mighty Darth Metus, and your anger with Kaine Australis must be equally powerful. I seek an audience with your Greatness, to bargain for all of our lives. With your wisdom, I am sure we can work out an arrangement that will be mutually beneficial and enable us to avoid any unpleasant confrontation.”

The man cleared his throat and opened his arms wide. “As a token of my good will, I present you a gift, passes for all your troops to our hotel and theme park. As well as free food, drinks, and beds for the night. My staff is hard working, and will serve your people well.”

The comm shut off, and Max shuddered. Oh, what was he going to do if the world got bombed into nothing again?!

As he heard Lirka's speech his mind got all confused. He opened a comm unit to her and simply asked. "Who are you supposed to be again?"

Tyrias Aran · May 30, 2020

Lucrehulk III-class Super Carrier CNS Endurance
In Orbit above Taris

Tags:

Luna Terrik |

ToKola Bakari |

Darth Metus

Fleet Marshall Tyrias Aran stood upon the command deck of the CNS Endurance as the fleet took positions around the planet in conjunction with other naval assets in the theater. Their objective was to prevent any vessel from leaving the planet unsearched in an effort to locate one man and his supporters, or to allow reinforcements to arrive. A polite, but stern message would be played back to any vessel not pre-approved to arrive in the system informing them of the blockade. Civilian vessels were ordered to divert to nearby starports or to return to their source of origin.

Unlike Ryloth this time it was quite clear what the mission was and by extension the rules of engagement. Their orders were to "impose a stalwart blockade about the world. Cease all movement. Board all vessels. Hunt down the aggressor and his supporters." In addition to ensuring the Dauntless Commandos and their Grand Marshal arrived in the system and could descend to the planet below at their leisure, of course.

The Chiss' red eyes narrowed slightly at the sound of the Sith, Lirka Ka, making her announcement. While it concerned Tyrias what such a person might do, she had her orders concerning this as well. A reasonable margin was afforded to the bluster of the Sith that seemed to share the Confederacy's sentiment that the time had come to respond to the actions of Kaine Australis. The only true disappointment would, if it came to pass, be a lack of a coordinated effort among multiple governments. How many worlds must one man threaten before the rest of the galaxy took notice? Perhaps it was a perverse experiment being conducted to find out.

Tyrias turned and moved over to a console to examine the activities of the Dauntless Commandos aboard. The fifteen squadrons of fighters and fifteen Heavy Assault Dropships that the Endurance had ferried to this world were in the process of departing in favor of more of the Krell-class Assault Landers. The reallocation of resources provided a local defense while ensuring ever more Commandos could be staged for deployment at the Grand Marshal's command. Meanwhile a number of the Boarding Shuttles were also being distributed among the fleet in the event any vessels did attempt to escape and required an in-person opportunity to convince them otherwise.

Eight minutes ordinarily would not be sufficient time for a response, but the Fleet Marshal understood why that time frame had been chosen. It had been the same amount of time Ryloth had been offered. One of Kaine Australis' more recent exploits; and while he had not given the decidedly short deadline, it was doubtful a longer one would result in any more meaningful of a response except to allow opposition forces to assemble more cohesively on the planet below.

Then there was the small matter of how a Chiss sighed. It was a subtle thing, perhaps not noticeable by many sentients. A slight shift in body language. A bare break in the rigid posture. For what had come back was nothing more than the same sort of patience trying offer than what had been extended on Ryloth. Theme Park passes? Free food and drinks? Had these people looked at a sensor lately? Presumably they knew the ramifications of a sustained, planetary blockade. Think of the impact to this precious theme park alone in lost ticket sales. The Confederacy hadn't been on Ryloth to party a planet away, and they weren't at Taris to sip drinks with little umbrellas in them.

It would seem those below would simply be forced to endure this stand off until one way or another Kaine Australis was found.

1x Lucrehulk III-class Super Carrier
w/ 13x Droch II-class Boarding Shuttles
w/ 5x Variable Geometry Self-Propelled Battle Droid Mk III Squadrons
w/ 10x Colla-class Droid Tri-Fighter Squadrons
w/ 15x Miraj-class Heavy Assault Dropships
w/ 7x Krell-class Assault Landers
1x Miraj-class Heavy Assault Dropships
43x Krell-class Assault Landers
9x RMS-SC01 Starbird-class Space Superiority Starfighter Squadrons
2x Grievous-class Star Destroyers
4x Argente-class Assault Carriers
11x Terrus-class Flak Corevttes

Gerwald Lechner · May 30, 2020

Location: Hangar Bay
Objective: "Sniff" out Australis
Equipment: Gerwald's Morph Armor | Wolfsbane
CIS:

Vanir Eris |

Redd | Astrid Skovgaard |

Fury of Aerðs |

Damsy Callat | @howbigisthezoocrew? |

Lucianus Adair | Falcon Rekali
Network: N/A

The ship tattled as it dropped out of hyperspace, once again reminding the Lupine why he hated space travel. Too many had tried getting him used to it, but at the end of the day he preferred keeping his feet on soil, ot at least something not so turbulant.

"Listen up," he said to the ever growing of shifters and other ilk. "Today the mission is simple. Find Kaine Australis. Now, we have a unique advantage over some of the other teams that will be landing. Most of us can shift and have an incredible sense of smell. Do me a favor, and put it to good use. When we land, if you can, shift."

It was going to be a simple objective, or should be. Nothing with K Kaine Australis ever was simple. If anyone was going to find him however, it was going to be Gerwald's Zoo Crew. He knew he needed to work on a better name, but what Gerwald had was something Gerwald had not had in a long time. He had a pack, a family. They were not all lupines, but that did not matter to him. All of them had something in common, they were either lost, or had left their homeworld for the Confederacy.

Today the pack would be tested. For the first time, Gerwald took them on a mission. Would they be able to work together as a team, or would the Alpha find himself regretting that he ever brought the rag tag crew together.

Gerwald had a lot of regrets in his life. There were many decisions he would like to have back. There was one he would never change, however. Were he presented with the chance to leave Stewjon for the Confederacy all over again, Gerwald would do it in a heartbeat. Yes, many of his greatest losses, failures, and heart breaks, were a result of that decision, but so were many of his greatest joys.

He eyed his crew one more time before waving them off to the dropships. None of them needed to know about the turbulence, or that it was likely the enemy would try and shoot them out of the sky before they could ever hit the ground. All they needed to know was that if they worked together, they could do the impossible. All they needed to know was they were the future.

As the crew loaded up, Gerwald looked around the hangar bay. The last time they attacked Mandalorians, Naedira died. Gerwald could not help but to think about the ultimate price some would pay today. He hoped it would be no one, but also knew that to be unrealistic. There was one thing the lupine was resigned to however, none of his crew would perish as long as he drew breath to prevent it.

If death came for him. Gerwald was ready.

"Last chance to use the bathroom before we go pups... don't load up before taking care of business."

Vanir Eris · May 30, 2020

Location: Hangar Bay
Objective: "Sniff" out Australis
CIS:

Gerwald Lechner |

Redd | Astrid Skovgaard |

Fury of Aerðs |

Damsy Callat | @howbigisthezoocrew? |

Lucianus Adair | Falcon Rekali
Network: N/A

The turbulence that shivered through the ship made Vanir grit his teeth. He missed his own vessel, the smooth glide through the stars, but no. No. He was on a clunky machine delivering violence. Anyone who could sniff or sense it would know he was restless and irritated. He couldn’t help it.

Because of the situation he was wearing close fitting leather, ships like he stood in were cold things and he had planned accordingly. When Gerwald mentioned they should change shape, he didn’t hesitate. His form flowed, blurring and changing into a whirling mist before resolving into his furred form.

The painted canine sat down and opened his mouth briefly to lick his nose. It was better to be in this form now than do so after putting paws to earth and unlike the others, he suspected, his change came far easier and swift. Just another advantage he had. Four feet or two, he could still tap into the Force and wasn’t hindered.

Inwardly Eris was eager, a hunt was a fine thing and he itched to run. Vanir’s mouth opened as he panted softly with his counterpart’s emotions. It was harder now to keep the two of them separate. This was Eris’ skin and he gloried in it and, so did he. As a man he was a little taller than Gerwald, but in his current form the tips of his large satellite-like ears reached just past the middle of his chest. He was as big a beast as he was a man, his coat glossy and the patterns vivid. His red gold eyes like glittering gems.

Kurenai Yumi · May 30, 2020

Location: Hangar Bay
Objective: Hunting party
Equipment: Armor, Shatory Reishūkaku, Saber, LMG

Even with all the new tracking technology and techniques around there was one primal method of finding someone that was almost unstoppable, the power of scent. Everyone had a unique smell to them which was hard to mask and even if you did manage to cover it up often what one used to try and hide just gave them away. Kaine Australis was not an exception in this case, on the contrary the man probably had a very define odor, national leaders tended to amass a very different scent from those under them.

Still for all the benefits of such skill it was not without it's flaws, distance being the main problem, the wind and how far it could carry one scent couldn't always be relied upon. It was a good thing

Gerwald Lechner had formed this group of the CIS most potent noses and though not under his command or apart of this 'wolf pack' she had opted to join up for the coming operation. It would be interesting seeing how these children uses their gifts to hunt down one of the galaxies most elusive prey.

The was short and to the point, everyone knew what to do and their purpose here, the CIS couldn't allow that Mando to escape anymore, though through it all the Alpha wolf couldn't help but make a short joke. "You certain you want them to go before the mission? What about marking your territory and all that". She chided back in a joking manner, accompanied by one of her rare smirks as her hands finished preparing her weapons. Each being slung snugly into place around her aged but well customized and fitting armor

Scherezade deWinter · May 30, 2020

She had wanted to go on the giant Mythosaur coaster! But she'd also promised she'd be a good girl and behave, for a change. The entire thing about kicking her out of the Unknown Regions and ordering her to go do something fun that didn't include blood fountaining a body or stabbing people or casting a blood magic spell or… You get the point. And all this because someone decided she needed a break after Ryloth, even though there really wasn't anything that had happened specifically to her to need it.

Eventually, Scherzade had decided she'd drop by Taris and see what was going on. At worst, she'd get to sample some prior rakghoul blood and add it to the index of blood and its meanings that was stored inside her mind, and then she could leave. Instead, K Kaine Australis had made sure she would be having the time of her life, with recommendations about which water parks were best to go to.

Which was, essentially, why she was here in her bathing suit, though she had a giant duffle bag that held a lot of her stuff as well.

Never one to be comfortable around high end luxuries though, Scherezade was basically using her giant duffle bag as sort of a beach chair, lying on top of it while a pool that was mostly void of tourists existed a comfortable number of feet to her side. She hadn't gotten to go on the coaster because there'd just been too damn many people there, and she lacked the patience to stand in a queue. And also, that whole promise about not stabbing people.

She almost managed to actually do the relaxy thingy, when a voice boomed out of all the speakers.

Denizens of Taris, mark well our words. A butcher and his allies hide among you. His crimes are too numerous to count. His actions were the direct cause of the suffering your people and your neighbors have endured. We offer this one opportunity to see us go in peace...

Turn over Kaine Australis and those who would support him. Allow him to face justice for the blood on his hands. Do this, and your world will know peace...

You have eight minutes to comply.

Scherezade… laughed. Oh, she was also going to have words with a few people about why they didn't know about this, but first, she was going to laugh, and keep laughing.

The entire Confederacy, come here to invade, to chase a single man?

While mimicking the Agents of Chaos?

Oh, it was too damn good to pass up. Imitation was a deep form of flattery, but the entire situation was just too comical to take seriously even for a moment. They were going to come in with all their precious Sith and all their precious droids… For one man. After the day was done, she was going to offer Kaine to breathe into glass vials so that she could sell it on e-holobay. With the levels of fame he was racking up, it was bound to be worth at least ten creds a vial.

Scherezade got off her duffle bag and opened it, producing a bag of Whimsy Popcorn. Slightly smooshed, since she'd basically been lying on top of it, but still edible, and thanks to the sun, still warm. Ish.

She supposed it was time to go back to the hotel, take a shower, and then dress up in combat gear. With how these sort of things went on, there was sufficient time for her to do all of it before the first shots were fired.

Leddie Gred · May 30, 2020

Location: Taris Park
Equiptment: Twin blasters, muckraker pump
Tags K Kaine Australis

Omega

Malok

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! Guests! Tiny loved guests! Who was TIny? Tiny was the Muckraker that served as a... "guard" at Taris Park. He walked around, excited for the prospect of having guests. At least until he saw a bug, and seemed to grumble. "No! Get out of here! Shoo! Shoo!" Nope. He wouldn't let a bug ruin things. The large droid then saw Maximilian, tapping him.

"They sound like a potential guest sir. I'll go make sure the Rakghoul are ready to be shown."

Bralin · May 30, 2020

Location: Hyperspace
Ship: Himself (Species, Ship)
Tags K Kaine Australis

Gerwald Lechner O Omegon

Darth Metus

The Startreader had heard rumors, so he decided to see if they were true. A communication that was sent out on his way to Taris though almost proved it. All civilian vessels had to turn? Hm.... Bralin only had to think for a moment before knowing his way around it. They never said anything about spaceborn entities. He may've technically be a ship, but he was also technically like a neebray. A species that lived in space. NOt quite a ship. And soon, he'd exit hyperspace.

The Startreder scanned around the system, and began to turn towards the planet. He could detect the other ships that had jumped in. Large ships. Much larger than himself. The living ship slowly began to accelerate, deciding to hide his full speed and agility. He looked big and lumbering. Time to play the part of big and lumbering. He would then let out a comm to the CIS vessels in the area, unsure how they'd respond.

"This is Bralin. I am here to evacuate civilians from the war you bring to them. Do not fire, or try to stop me."

Niki Priddy · May 30, 2020

Niki had taken the chance to leave the scintilla, on recommendation of a therapist. She had been the one recording from inside the spheres when the attack had occurred, had been watching the people be sucked out of the safety of an environment. Refugee people that would now had to be plucked from space for those remaining to identify and bury. After the bodies regained some normalcy to be able to identify anyway.

Even sitting poolside in the one piece, she was still struggling with the fact that she had lived while others had died. Had seen the faces of people that had not the chance t-She shook her head violently. She shook until the thoughts were about to fall out of her head when she looked at the woman she had been asked to keep an eye on. Or maybe the situation was reversed? It was unclear after a while of trying to figure out the words.

Someone was watching someone, and it was likely just her. Not that she could actually do anything if

Scherezade deWinter was as...interesting as she seemed.

The sight of those people were still haunting her, were still making her desperate to find something to distract her mind from them. She had not found it here yet, and as the alarms blared and the message from the confederacy being sent, the woman stopped shaking her head before looking to the sky.

Was this to be another instance of watching innocent people die? Was this to be another nightmare inducing seen for the hunt of one man? Were a people that had little more protection than to ward off pirates and other dastardly people?

She pushed the thought away, looking to the other scintilla resident before gathering her things. It seemed like Scherezade had an idea in her head, and Niki had no way of helping with that, or stopping her for that matter.

She reached to her side, grabbing her satchel bag and parasol before making sure the pair of sunglasses did not slip down, covering her pink contacts as she turned to the side and pushed her feet into sandals. The sunscreen likely needing reapplied by now, examining a forearm over the top of her sunglasses.

TAG:
K Kaine Australis

Gerwald Lechner O Omegon

Bralin

Amelia von Sorenn · May 31, 2020

Location: The E'care Shukur | Taris Systems
Objective: Barricade
Allies: CIS |

Luna Terrik |

Tyrias Aran |

OOM-001-JELLYBEAN |

OOM-002-HONEYCOMB |

OOM-003-CUPCAKE | OOM-004-DONUT |

OOM-005-ECLAIR | OOM-007-GINGERBREAD |

OOM-008-LOLLIPOP | OOM-009-KITKAT |

OOM-011-MARSHMALLOW |

OOM-012-NOUGAT |

OOM-016-ASTRO |

OOM-018-GEM | OOM-314-PIE |

00M-042-OREO | Any B1's I may have missed |

Darth Metus |

ToKola Bakari |

Gerwald Lechner |

Vanir Eris | Any other CIS peeps I missed
Other Tags:

Scherezade deWinter |

Lirka Ka |

Niki Priddy |

Bralin |

Leddie Gred | O Omegon |

Maximilian Unipeg
Persona Non-Grata: K Kaine Australis
Post: I

Taris, one of the few worlds that the Network apparently had some kind of hold upon; or at the very least the war criminal that thought themselves an "honorable" Mandalorian would potentially be located on the world. With the events of Eshan and Ryloth, it was clear that the individual had no qualm about ruining the lives of innocent individuals or attempting to do such. Now the Confederacy had sought to strike out and apprehend the said individual, and the woman was more than pleased to once more be commanding vessels as they struck out from Confederate space in a bid to hunt down those that had assisted in the terrorist attacks upon Ryloth.

"Ma'am, We'll be arriving at Taris shortly."

The woman nodded silently as she kept her attention forward, golden-yellow hues peering out at the tunnel of Hyperspace the vessel was currently slipping through. She had five vessels with her, though that would prove more than enough given their individual capabilities. Surely a few very astute historians on Taris would recognize the design of the other vessels she brought with her; perhaps having done so in a bid to psychologically affect the denizens of the city that spanned the entirety of the planet. Keeping her attention forward, she slipped her hands behind her back before looking towards one of the bridge officers.

"Commander, call Lieutenant OOM-001-JELLYBEAN to the bridge, please. I'd like to speak with the droid before it disembarks."

The officer nodded in kind, shifting the internal communications to broadcast before speaking.

"Lieutenant OOM-001-Jellybean report to the bridge to speak with the Grand Marshal. Lieutenant OOM-001 to the Bridge."

As her attention once more shifted to the large screen before her, she watched as the vessel slipped back into Realspace, a silent flash appearing as the lumbering Super Star Destroyer slipped out, followed by two Star Destroyers and two Heavy Cruisers, Interdiction vessels - whose design originated with those vessels seen during the Jedi Civil War countless ages ago. The same vessel design that had once lain waste to Taris as it bombarded the world in their bid to prevent Darth Revan from escaping the planet. Now the vessels seemed to loom over the world as if they remembered the past as well. Her attention shifted, those Golden-Yellow hues falling upon the planet Taris, itself, though her attention was drawn away as her ears perked up slightly.

Hearing the large doors of the bridge slip open, she slowly turned to face the newcomer, a soft smile upon her lips as her eyes fell upon the droid. She took the moment to admire it, as odd as that seemed, noticing the dents, scrapes, and other markings besides the brilliant pink that graced the chassis of the creation.

The E'care Shukur
- (16) Squadrons
(2) Interdictor III-class Star Destroyers
- Will-o-Wisp
- Dianthus
  - (16) Squadrons
(2) Interdictor III-class Cruisers
- Epsilon
- Demeter
  - (6) Squadrons

Ame's Fleet arrives at Taris
Ame requested OOM-001-JELLYBEAN to meet her on the bridge

Messorem · May 31, 2020

Location: Taris Park
Allies: Vegimites and Allies
Enemies: CIS and Allies
Tags:

Vegemite Dundee | K Kaine Australis | O Omegon |

Leddie Gred |

Scherezade deWinter |

Niki Priddy
Links: Modified Ship | Blasters

Taris was supposed to be a simple job, two simple jobs really, but simple nonetheless. But, that all changed once the invasion fleet came and started making demands. All in all, it was far too complicated and dangerous for a simple smuggler/crime lord to bother dealing with, especially since it would conflict with his current jobs. One of which was to find out what the kark was happening on the planet, to spy basically. The other which was to bring some dangerous cargo to Taris Park. Currently though, all of that took a back seat to making sure his personal corvette wasn't ruined by some boarders, a stray bolt, or some other nonsense that came with invasions.

"Yes, you heard me, prepare the ship for boarding and make sure that no one gets close. ... I don't care if the entire fleet comes after her, you run from them, you blast any boarding ships coming for you, and you sure as blast make sure to stay the kark out of the way. We're not here for a war, we're here for a job, so we're going to do our blasted jobs! Understood? ... Good."

The corvette had modified engines for running, along with some heavier canons to keep others away so that the ship could run. Not to mention that most of what was on the ship, including the crew, was illegal in some way, shape or form. Messorem definitely didn't want anyone even coming close to finding out what was on the ship, that would cause too many problems, problems he didn't need. Sighing in exasperation, he turned to the small portion of the crew with him, noting that several had already wandered off to spy around and find out what they could. The remainder had stayed around the large floating container in their midst, in other words, their special cargo for Taris Park.
"You heard me boys! We're not getting involved with some damned invasion, we're here to do our jobs, so let's get to it."

They had pushed the large hovering container from the spaceport all the way to here, pushing through various crowds of people and warding off the most curious of tourists. In the end, it was the creature inside that kept most people away. Whenever it got too loud or the container shook, the creature inside roared and raged against the confines, trying to escape and kill. Whatever the thing was, Messorem had no interest in getting to meet it, nor was he interested in most of the other stuff, aside from getting paid.

Glancing up towards the sky and the distant lights that were the fleets, Messorem shook his head, made sure his blasters were at the ready in their holsters, and adjusted his hat before continuing on. They still had some ways to go, seeing as they were only near some pools and slides, while they were to bring the cargo to the exotic animals section. Sighing at the way they'd have to go, Messorem motioned his crew forward. It was going to be a long day, so he hoped he'd get to enjoy at least some of the attractions here, to get his mind off the chaos that would come, not that either of his employers would ever know that he'd done so.

OOM-001-JELLYBEAN · Jun 1, 2020

Location: The E'care Shukur
Objective: Report to

Amelia von Sorenn for ~~execution~~ duty.
Tags to OOM Units: @DROID NATION

_______________________

"Lieutenant OOM-001-Jellybean report to the bridge to speak with the Grand Marshal. Lieutenant OOM-001 to the Bridge."

_______________________

Uh oh.

OOM-001-JELLYBEAN walked through the shining onyx and grey halls of The E'care Shukur while her head swiveled this way and that. “Greetings, organics!”, it called while passing some of the soldiers that the captain of the ship seemed to favor. They stared. Disconcerting. Did they even blink? The personnel also seemed to be exceedingly pale. With pretty sharp teeth. Dark photoreceptors tried not to show fear, but, it was sure they could sense it. See it. JELLY was scrappy and resourceful and somehow had managed to keep the same mechanical form throughout the battle on Ryloth. The news on the Holo-Net was still pretty dire there. They’d kinda…Screwed the pooch as far as the Dome went. Was JELLY in trouble? Was JELLYBEAN about to be demoted?

JELLY, if possible, would have gulped.

Why did the Grand Marshal want to speak to JELLY?

Most fleshbags didn’t notice droids. They knew what they were. What they were programmed to do. But even then, they were practically invisible, unless they failed in the tasks they were assigned. The goal was to remain unseen. To fly under the radar like a smooth operator.

JELLY was super smooth. Like a bald human that kept their dome shiny with turtle wax. So, smooth.

When the OOM had awoken from its sleep cycle it had not expected this. The rest of its brothers and sisters should be awakening from self-storage at any moment. Would they miss her if the Grand Marshal off'd with its head? She was designed for combat and no one would ever accuse her of being the brightest thinker. That wasn’t JELLY’s job. She followed orders. The rest of the OOM’s that often assembled with her all had varied tasks. Some of them were a little quirky but they too were adept at following orders. She had become very adept at passing as just another droid. JELLY did not want to rock the boat.

In this case—The boat was big. The E'care Shukur didn’t need any rocking.

JELLY had wirelessly connected with its systems. The everyday battle droid really only wanted a few simple things. A nice, warm oil bath. A chassis buff every second Tuesday of the month. This ship? It held grand designs. It planned for all manner of things. It looked forward to what was to come. If JELLY didn’t know better it would assume that The E'care Shukur wanted blood.

Freaky.

The thin, almost frail, B1 unit made it to the Bridge. It hesitated.

JELLY’s original design may have been based on the Nemoidian cheapness of old, but, it didn’t want to say goodbye to this form so soon. Sometimes it longed for the days of when a droid could just be a droid. No thinking required. No awareness. Baktoid units had no idea how good they had it. A feed to the central control computer with precise tactical orders? No questions? No need to adapt as the CCC’s programmer would do all the heavy lifting?

Ah, what a distant electromagnetic dream.

The specialized movement processor whirled to life while JELLY reached up and activated the intercom. This was it. Surely, JELLY was going to find itself in storage. The doors to the bridge whooshed open in a pressurized hiss. The B1 stepped forward, highly, aware of all of the armed personnel.

Gulp.

“Nuh…”, it began nasally, pausing to straight, and adjust its ordinance, “This is OOM-001-JELLYBEAN reporting as requested. Orders, Grand Marshal?”

Gulp. Twice. It quickly sent it's final words of advice to the rest of the OOM units that would likely replace her. Vultures. Saaaaaaad.

<<Remember me, OOM. Don't let HONEY covet too many organics. They never change their oil. Filthy, absolutely filthy.>>

Tyrias Aran · Jun 1, 2020

Lucrehulk III-class Super Carrier CNS Endurance
In Orbit above Taris

Tags:

Luna Terrik |

ToKola Bakari |

Darth Metus |

Amelia von Sorenn |

Gerwald Lechner |

Bralin

It was always strange to hear an Artificial Intelligence make proclamations. Don't get a Chiss wrong, droids were useful in their fashion, but they lacked a certain quality which made them less than idea in certain circumstances. Logic was welcome, but without instinct and variability -- an irrational, illogical, spur-of-the-moment decision making -- they could become predictable. If the highest probabilities were always the best ones, then you simply had to identify those and exploit the rest.

Nevertheless, this particular one whose designation had not been provided, didn't warrant response. Did it matter who controlled Taris? They were harboring a known Criminal and Terrorist. Having personally seen the man's run on the people of Ryloth, Tyrias was not going to be convinced so easily that they were in the wrong place and should leave Kaine to this AI. Assuming, of course, the AI intended to do anything at all. Or that the point of this mission had been to torment Kaine -- it was not. This mission was to apprehend Kaine. Preferably alive to stand trial... though, the Chiss doubted there'd be tears if he was captured dead.

More importantly, a vessel decided to enter the system and make its intentions quite clear from the start. That was a first. As of late intruding ships or even entire fleets refused to identify themselves or their flag. Quite vexing to be shown such disrespect on the battlefield, but what should a Chiss expect?

"

Bralin if you approach this planet you will not be allowed to leave until Kaine Australis has been taken into custody. Any attempt to run this blockade will be met with due force. You have been warned," the Fleet Marshal sent back to the vessel that decided to be unnecessarily charitable. The Confederacy hadn't come here to destroy the planet or kill its people. If they decided to not only harbor, but hide and/or supply a Wanted Fugitive, however, all effort would be made to contain any skirmishes, of course. But it went without saying the least bloodshed would result from Kaine being handed over promptly... or at least his whereabouts being made known.

"Fleet Marshal, there appears to be a power distribution problem on the planet below."

With a glance at the screen, Tyrias wondered if that was intended to intimidate her. Was that the AI or Kaine? Either way, the Chiss turned her attention elsewhere. "Inform the rest of the theater commanders of this."

"Aye, sir."

1x Lucrehulk III-class Super Carrier
w/ 13x Droch II-class Boarding Shuttles
w/ 5x Variable Geometry Self-Propelled Battle Droid Mk III Squadrons
w/ 10x Colla-class Droid Tri-Fighter Squadrons
w/ 15x Miraj-class Heavy Assault Dropships
w/ 7x Krell-class Assault Landers
1x Miraj-class Heavy Assault Dropships
43x Krell-class Assault Landers
9x RMS-SC01 Starbird-class Space Superiority Starfighter Squadrons
2x Grievous-class Star Destroyers
4x Argente-class Assault Carriers
11x Terrus-class Flak Corevttes

AMCO · Jun 1, 2020

Location: Entering Orbit aboard the Autarch-class Siege Breaker Death of Hope.
Objective: Resolve the walking disaster that is Kaine Australis and his Clan.
Equipment: Gildenweave Three-Piece Suit | Various Talismans.
Writing With:

Lirka Ka
---

Observing the Moff's ultimatum much like one would an interesting holodrama, Adrian remained near the sidelines with his Sithspawn bodyguards, quite content to leave matters of a military nature in the Sephi's capable - if perhaps overly bloodthirsty - hands.

"It would be a pleasant surprise if they actually surrendered for once, would it not? I doubt their precious honour would survive, however."

Eying a holographic projection of Taris' surface and the clusterfeth it represented, his thoughtful gaze soon returned to her, though he kept his distance. There was something distinctly unnerving about the Force Dead, almost like how he felt the first time he saw a corpse.

"The Confederates intend to go door to door, I believe. Goodness knows they have the manpower with those numberless droid armies of theirs. I don't suppose you have any better ideas on how to locate that scoundrel or his supporters? I have some friends eagre for an introduction."

"Friends" that could not be present on the bridge, not that they had much to offer as far as conversation was concerned, for the Karza'Arana Tormented knew only pain and how to inflict it upon anyone unfortunate enough to be near them. Given their origins, bringing them on this little excursion of his had seemed appropriate - he could hardly have expected that resistance would wilt away before the onslaught even began.

Bralin · Jun 1, 2020

Location: Hyperspace
Ship: Himself (Species, Ship)
Tags: K Kaine Australis

Gerwald Lechner O Omegon

AMCO

Bralin thought it was kind of sad honestly. To hear that all this was for a single individual. He was wary, but still had his plans in place. Another transmission would do out to the CNS Endurance as he continued to lumber towards Taris's surface. He had another question that he hoped there would be an answer to.

"All this for a single individual? And if the citizens of this world are unable to produce this 'Kaine Australis?' If perhaps he isn't even on this world, or able to realize what could happen?" It may've been simple, but the living ship wanted to know what would happen. It may have seemed odd, but he wasn't there for any one side. He wasn't blind to the fact that he could only carry so many citizens aboard himself, but it was the safety of those thrown in the middle he cared about. He'd experienced having no choice in what happened around him when he and the other Startreaders were first mature enough to understand what was happening. That they were mere experiments that their own creators didn't realize could think and feel like them. He simply wanted to help those that didn't want a part of this.

All the while he slowly entered the atmosphere, scanning for a suitable landing sight for a craft his size. That was all he needed.

Invasion Freedom Cry | CIS Invasion of Network/Vegemite-held Taris

D O M I N U S

Sub-Lord of the Vegemite

I am a son of the Mountain.

Really edgy

Owner of Taris Park

Character

Relationship Status: It's Complicated

A Teller of Many Tales

I'm too old for this

The Blood Hound

Gred Survivor

The Bioship

Bullets and power-cells

The Spacepiress of Chaos

Go then, there are other worlds than these.

Roger Roger

Character

I'm Sorry Dave

The Bioship

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