Prison, it was horrible, bleak and dark, with little to no food. The imperial commando, the last he remembered was killed, how did he survive the force push that the sith enacted on him? Where was he? With uncertainty, Rick scanned the area, it seems he was chained up by certain electrical chains and barriers. From the looks of this , he was in an imperial ship, nothing else would have any sense. Silence was all he was accustomed to at the moment, it seemed Ironic, his parents served in the imperial navy. It seemed he was arrested by the traitors of the empire, delightful to say the least. The imperial trooper hated not being with his brethren, he hated not having a chance at nailing these karken boy lovers to their death. No, he had to get out, he had to get out now! The strong, son of a gun, struggled, trying to get out. Hopefully, there would be a counter attack, soon. Would there be one? Would the empire come back for him? Or would the brave man starve, and rot in this insufferable prison?
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Get me out of here! (5v 5 skirmish in OS space)
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Tmoxin Temi
Blood Monarch
Although he didn't know it, The Imperial Remnant stormtrooper, Rick Galurom, was imprisoned on an Imperial Prison Barge. Along with other captives - both soldiers and students from the Cosmina Academy for Practitioners - the trooper was firmly locked up on the ship and guarded by correctional officers who were armed with E-11 blasters and stun batons. The prison barge held up to 100,000 beings but on this particular ship there were no more than 2,000. The ship was fully manned and in addition to correctional officers, also had torture experts aboard and the normal starship crew to navigate the vessel.
But since this was no ordinary cargo and the prisoners consisted of Force users, some of them knight, master and lord level, the Sith had employed a few Sith Lords and higher ranking officers to oversee the operation, keep watch over the ship and subdue anyone who tried to cause any trouble. The Practitioners were in Force cages just down the hallway from the imprisoned stormtrooper.
There weren't enough cages on the ship to hold all of the Academy students, so the rest were in normal enclosures with Force collars on their necks.
The ship was on the way to Prakith to deliver the captives to Citadel Inquisitorius where they would be kept, tortured, indoctrinated and/or executed if they didn't comply with the indoctrination. A few of the strong ones would eventually be sent off to a labor colony to work as slaves for the Sith or Imperial Inquisition.
[member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Darth Valdra"] [member="Greta Kohler"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="IP-2489"] [member="Leon Reeko"] [member="Serenity"] [member="Ziebrecht Elendi"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Rick Galurom"]
But since this was no ordinary cargo and the prisoners consisted of Force users, some of them knight, master and lord level, the Sith had employed a few Sith Lords and higher ranking officers to oversee the operation, keep watch over the ship and subdue anyone who tried to cause any trouble. The Practitioners were in Force cages just down the hallway from the imprisoned stormtrooper.
There weren't enough cages on the ship to hold all of the Academy students, so the rest were in normal enclosures with Force collars on their necks.
The ship was on the way to Prakith to deliver the captives to Citadel Inquisitorius where they would be kept, tortured, indoctrinated and/or executed if they didn't comply with the indoctrination. A few of the strong ones would eventually be sent off to a labor colony to work as slaves for the Sith or Imperial Inquisition.
[member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Darth Valdra"] [member="Greta Kohler"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="IP-2489"] [member="Leon Reeko"] [member="Serenity"] [member="Ziebrecht Elendi"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Rick Galurom"]
Via Dolorosa
Amans In Tenebris
The more she thought about this assignment the angrier she got. She had led forces on Kashyyyk, succesfully, against the Republic and their Jedi puppets. She had led forces numerous times against planets the Dark Lord personally wanted. She had killed both Jedi and Sith alike. She was loyal to the Dark Lord and his causes. So why in the Force was she sent here to babysit a bunch of criminals? She cared nothing for their potential rehabilitation. They were criminals who deserved only one judgement; death. Even the labour camps were nearly maxed out so by shipping even a third of them there, the powers that be were risking all manners of problems associated with overpopulation.
Regardless of how she felt, she was here. So as she strolled down one of the many corridors of the prison barge she slowly allowed her anger to subside. Without a target to focus your emotions on, one risked turning over control to them. And once that happened then you were lost. Or worse, became weak!
However, despite how meaningless this assignment was she was impressed how well organized and maintained the ship was. Protocols, rules, and schedules were followed without question. Everyone that was permanently assigned to work this ship knew their job and what was expected of them. She took note to incorporate some of these ideas back on her own Star Destroyer. The only issue she had was how some of the prisoners were tortured. She was unclear why this method was being practiced unless it was meant to break their will. She scoffed at this. Fools! There were far better ways to break the will of others without gaining damaged property in the process. Of course nobody asked her advice and it would be their failings, and their lives, when the damaged goods ended up in the slave camps; when the questions of 'why' began to circulate.
Other Space Kaiden
Better than other-other space Kaiden
[member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Darth Venefica"]
The battle of Vjun was still fresh in Leon's mind. The way that Bradley had screamed as he lay dying on the field of battle. Something like that doesn't just go away. No...it lingers. It lingers like a curse until your last dying breath. The mercenaries had gunned him down like he was nothing but a slab of meat and the ones who had sent those mercenaries were none other than the One Sith; the monsters who now held hundreds of their own men including [member="Rick Galurom"].
Nobody deserved that fate. So of course Leon had signed up to take them on. To go where no Imperial has gone before. To take the fight to the enemy instead of sitting around waiting for them to mow his comrades down like rats in white cages. He wouldn't freeze this time either. In fact, he'd be the first one to shoot.
The plan was simple. The Imperial Remnant had managed to salvage a mercenary ship from the battle of Vjun. They would pilot the craft straight into Sith space; using the guise that the mercenaries were returning with Imperial Remnant prisoners. If everything worked as planned, the small team could infiltrate the largest ship and free the Remnant prisoners. They wouldn't let their friends die in some Sith hell hole, that was unacceptable.
Looking around the cabin, Leon saw that the rest of the team was prepared. Some men and women were dressed as the mercenaries they had fought on Vjun, others were dressed as false prisoners; but they were all either armed with rifles or hold out blasters. The idea was to take the prison control center before the Sith realized what was going on; something that could hopefully be achieved stealthily.
The battle of Vjun was still fresh in Leon's mind. The way that Bradley had screamed as he lay dying on the field of battle. Something like that doesn't just go away. No...it lingers. It lingers like a curse until your last dying breath. The mercenaries had gunned him down like he was nothing but a slab of meat and the ones who had sent those mercenaries were none other than the One Sith; the monsters who now held hundreds of their own men including [member="Rick Galurom"].
Nobody deserved that fate. So of course Leon had signed up to take them on. To go where no Imperial has gone before. To take the fight to the enemy instead of sitting around waiting for them to mow his comrades down like rats in white cages. He wouldn't freeze this time either. In fact, he'd be the first one to shoot.
The plan was simple. The Imperial Remnant had managed to salvage a mercenary ship from the battle of Vjun. They would pilot the craft straight into Sith space; using the guise that the mercenaries were returning with Imperial Remnant prisoners. If everything worked as planned, the small team could infiltrate the largest ship and free the Remnant prisoners. They wouldn't let their friends die in some Sith hell hole, that was unacceptable.
Looking around the cabin, Leon saw that the rest of the team was prepared. Some men and women were dressed as the mercenaries they had fought on Vjun, others were dressed as false prisoners; but they were all either armed with rifles or hold out blasters. The idea was to take the prison control center before the Sith realized what was going on; something that could hopefully be achieved stealthily.
Komo
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Boots clanked along the cold steely floor of one of the many tiered levels of the Imperial Prison Barge as the captain made her way towards her intended visitor. While not one of the staff stationed on the barge, she had come on board the prison to help keep an eye on the prisoners to ensure that they stay relevant to the One Sith's interest. Most of these captives would be sent to COMPSOR for their mandatory indoctrination once the Inquisition was finished with them.
Greta had heard mention about one of the captives, a prisoner from the Remnant's Stormtrooper corps. She had heard that his life was spared due to the valiant fight he had put up with a Darth during the defense of Crina. That was intriguing, to see such valour and courage, going up against a Sith Lord like that. Regardless of sides, two of the values she admired most were loyalty and valour, both of which her intended visitor did not seem to lack.
It was a pity he was fighting for the wrong side.
Finally arrived at the respective cell of the prisoner she sought, she approached his cell and informed the guard about her purpose of visit. The guard gave her a crisp salute, and tapped his fingers away at a datapad, unlocking the door. The prisoner hands were affixed with stun cuffs, restricting any movement of his hands. Greta was dressed in a crisp black officer's uniform, the only firearm on her body, a Sienar Blaster Pistol issued to all Blackblade Guard personnel.
Moving to stand in front of him, she spoke to the man, [member="Rick Galurom"] "So you're the valiant stormtrooper I heard so much about. Heard you were brave enough to stand up to a Darth and live. It's a pity you're fighting for the wrong side. The Empire could use more soldiers such as yourself. What's your name?"
[member="Rick Galurom"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Leon Reeko"]
Greta had heard mention about one of the captives, a prisoner from the Remnant's Stormtrooper corps. She had heard that his life was spared due to the valiant fight he had put up with a Darth during the defense of Crina. That was intriguing, to see such valour and courage, going up against a Sith Lord like that. Regardless of sides, two of the values she admired most were loyalty and valour, both of which her intended visitor did not seem to lack.
It was a pity he was fighting for the wrong side.
Finally arrived at the respective cell of the prisoner she sought, she approached his cell and informed the guard about her purpose of visit. The guard gave her a crisp salute, and tapped his fingers away at a datapad, unlocking the door. The prisoner hands were affixed with stun cuffs, restricting any movement of his hands. Greta was dressed in a crisp black officer's uniform, the only firearm on her body, a Sienar Blaster Pistol issued to all Blackblade Guard personnel.
Moving to stand in front of him, she spoke to the man, [member="Rick Galurom"] "So you're the valiant stormtrooper I heard so much about. Heard you were brave enough to stand up to a Darth and live. It's a pity you're fighting for the wrong side. The Empire could use more soldiers such as yourself. What's your name?"
[member="Rick Galurom"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Leon Reeko"]
Darth Vaildra
A Man of Many Sins
Ting. Ting. Ting. Scraaaaaaaap. These were the sounds made from Darth Valdra as he walked down the row of prison cells. His staff truck a few prison beams and then once the prison beams disappeared and he was in a spot where they prisoners were behind barriers his Guan Dao scraped against the ground until he noticed it and lifted his blade a bit. He walked up to his brooding [member="Darth Venefica"] fellow Sith Lord or Lady in her case. He smirked, "Look who got stuck on guard duty, here I was thinking only I had deserved such a fate. Did they forbid you from using the Force too? Some karking chit about burning the place down."
Darth Valdra laughed a little wishing this would go south real quick so this assignment wouldn't be a total waste. His senses were picking up something, a disturbance, something was off or not right about the air. He closed his eyes for a moment as he needed to focus to use the fullness of his Force Sense. While they had forbid him to use external Force, internal was game. He felt around the ship and everything was in order, but he could not shake the feeling.
He reopened his eyes and looked at Venefica with a questioning look, "Something feel off to you? Wait." Valdra laughed a little and decided to make a joke just for Chits and grins, "Did you fart, is that what I am sensing? Girl."
Darth Valdra laughed a little wishing this would go south real quick so this assignment wouldn't be a total waste. His senses were picking up something, a disturbance, something was off or not right about the air. He closed his eyes for a moment as he needed to focus to use the fullness of his Force Sense. While they had forbid him to use external Force, internal was game. He felt around the ship and everything was in order, but he could not shake the feeling.
He reopened his eyes and looked at Venefica with a questioning look, "Something feel off to you? Wait." Valdra laughed a little and decided to make a joke just for Chits and grins, "Did you fart, is that what I am sensing? Girl."
Darth Ferus
Wanderer
"His name is Rick." The voice of the Sith Lord sounded off behind [member="Greta Kohler"] . For now, two golden eyes hidden within the shadows watched on. He had been there for a while now, ever watching [member="Rick Galurom"] for a sign of weakness. A sign of a crack he could widen. The stormtrooper was indeed the very same one to stand up against Ferus, he and his late brother. Perhaps it was his real one, perhaps it was just brothership within the Storm Troopers, the red man didn't know.
After another moment the red man would sigh, stepping forward. The injuries from just the other battle seemed to have mostly healed, but the light burns from the blaster rifles of the Imperial Remnent remained visible all over his bare skin. "And I only learned that from a computer. He's not one to talk or bend, but I've been working at it." Or something like that. So far, he had just been sitting in the darkness, watching and waiting. But with Greta's entering, he couldn't stay still anymore. Though, those very same golden eyes now focused on the officer. He had never seen her before, making her an unknown variable. Slowly he thumbed at the lightsaber on his hip, a frown clear on his red face.
"What's your name?"
[member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Leon Reeko"] [member="Greta Kohler"] [member="Darth Valdra"]
After another moment the red man would sigh, stepping forward. The injuries from just the other battle seemed to have mostly healed, but the light burns from the blaster rifles of the Imperial Remnent remained visible all over his bare skin. "And I only learned that from a computer. He's not one to talk or bend, but I've been working at it." Or something like that. So far, he had just been sitting in the darkness, watching and waiting. But with Greta's entering, he couldn't stay still anymore. Though, those very same golden eyes now focused on the officer. He had never seen her before, making her an unknown variable. Slowly he thumbed at the lightsaber on his hip, a frown clear on his red face.
"What's your name?"
[member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Leon Reeko"] [member="Greta Kohler"] [member="Darth Valdra"]
Serenity
Artificial Intelligence
The began its way towards it's mission, The stealth vessel would not let the Sith know it was coming at least. this was to be done with the utmost stealth involved. They had found out the destination of the ship and had planted [url=http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Empion_mine]Empion mines around the most likely plotted courses. The plan was to cause them to exit warp and then ambush and jam its coms. Then they would have enough time to rescue all of the prisoners or at least as many as they could. They had other ships waiting for which ever set of mines hit the ship. Now all they had to do was wait. The question was, would the prison ship hit the mines/ Her guess on the organic's movements had calculated that they would. There was a 90% chance that the sith would hit one of their carefully laid batch of Empion mines. The Artificial intelligence was going to even use her HRD body to help on this mission. So it was important. They had to rescue the Imperials. After all she needed to prove her self as an capable Intelligence agent. Now all they had to do was hope that they got a ping from one of the mines.
The Imperials were ready, here was hoping that the sith weren't. After all if they could suround the vessel they would have to give up. The mine should disable the ship. Then it would be all theirs. and almost impossible for the sith to find, after all who could tell where in the trip it might of run into trouble. It was very interesitng playing this sort of game with organics, she would have to make sure to use Empion mines again. After all they were so very useful. It wasn't everyday you used a mine that not only pulled a ship out of warp but could fry it's electronics and use an ion weapon.
[member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Jaron Lesanhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5898-jaron-lesan/ Darth Ferus Darth Valdra Greta Kohler Darth Venefica IP-2489 Leon Reeko Serenity Ziebrecht Elendi Alva Calvaronahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5503-alva-calvarona/ Rick Galurom
The Imperials were ready, here was hoping that the sith weren't. After all if they could suround the vessel they would have to give up. The mine should disable the ship. Then it would be all theirs. and almost impossible for the sith to find, after all who could tell where in the trip it might of run into trouble. It was very interesitng playing this sort of game with organics, she would have to make sure to use Empion mines again. After all they were so very useful. It wasn't everyday you used a mine that not only pulled a ship out of warp but could fry it's electronics and use an ion weapon.
[member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Jaron Lesanhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5898-jaron-lesan/ Darth Ferus Darth Valdra Greta Kohler Darth Venefica IP-2489 Leon Reeko Serenity Ziebrecht Elendi Alva Calvaronahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5503-alva-calvarona/ Rick Galurom
Alva Calvarona
Character
@Serenity [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Darth Valdra"] [member="Greta Kohler"] [member="Leon Reeko"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Rick Galurom"]
Alva sat in her own quarters, waiting for the operation to begin, going over her equipment and debating the soundness of the plan the majority of the volunteers attempting this rescue mission would be following. It had been a long time since she had fought against force users. Although she was technically one herself, however, having been born and raised on Crina her beliefs regarding the mystical power had been defined but how her people had seen it, with a different name and different take on things. Regardless, it had been a while either way since she had fought a Sith, since the tournament of the gods so long ago. She had done a lot of training since, developing her skills much more as well as fighting in more battles as well. Having fought with two Sith Knights back then, along with the one Jedi who she lost to after defeating them, she believed she had a good understanding of the strength the galaxy used to define such people.
Still, she knew she still had many things she wanted to improve on. Nonetheless, she did still also have the gear she was extremely comfortable fighting in already. Her Crinan Armor, along with her energy sword and slicewire threads. She would be ready if the operation went loud. Hopefully with everyone going through the trouble of making them appear as mercenaries, using a stolen ship and uniforms and some posing as prisoners, they wouldn't reach such a point.
Alva sat in her own quarters, waiting for the operation to begin, going over her equipment and debating the soundness of the plan the majority of the volunteers attempting this rescue mission would be following. It had been a long time since she had fought against force users. Although she was technically one herself, however, having been born and raised on Crina her beliefs regarding the mystical power had been defined but how her people had seen it, with a different name and different take on things. Regardless, it had been a while either way since she had fought a Sith, since the tournament of the gods so long ago. She had done a lot of training since, developing her skills much more as well as fighting in more battles as well. Having fought with two Sith Knights back then, along with the one Jedi who she lost to after defeating them, she believed she had a good understanding of the strength the galaxy used to define such people.
Still, she knew she still had many things she wanted to improve on. Nonetheless, she did still also have the gear she was extremely comfortable fighting in already. Her Crinan Armor, along with her energy sword and slicewire threads. She would be ready if the operation went loud. Hopefully with everyone going through the trouble of making them appear as mercenaries, using a stolen ship and uniforms and some posing as prisoners, they wouldn't reach such a point.
[member="Greta Kohler"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Leon Reeko"]
The captive spoke, " I am TK 404 , elite commando of the 37th . That is the only information I am allowed to give out, by order of the real emperor. ", part of him was surprised he had not spotted the sith fought on Crina . He was wondering were he was, how long ago it was, and what the karkin sith wanted. What had happened to the rookie that fought with him, did he die to? Why did he have to die this way? Why did he survive,when others died ? There was shame in his eye, and in his heart, his brethren had died while he lived. The empire were the ones who captured, and if needed later, killed the prisoners. He had remembered that day he had been a champion for the imperial empire, when he was a professional lifter for the national team facing many other, freelancer teams. When he had broke the record for the hang clean and jerk, push press, and Back Squat exercises. Three exercises, out of five, now where was he? Where was his mighty empire? Before, he could die knowing that they would fight another day, but honestly, could the remnant fight these pretenders off? How long would he have to wait to see that day? Before any response came from the two, he interrupted them with a saddened voice, "The other trooper, did he survive? "
The captive spoke, " I am TK 404 , elite commando of the 37th . That is the only information I am allowed to give out, by order of the real emperor. ", part of him was surprised he had not spotted the sith fought on Crina . He was wondering were he was, how long ago it was, and what the karkin sith wanted. What had happened to the rookie that fought with him, did he die to? Why did he have to die this way? Why did he survive,when others died ? There was shame in his eye, and in his heart, his brethren had died while he lived. The empire were the ones who captured, and if needed later, killed the prisoners. He had remembered that day he had been a champion for the imperial empire, when he was a professional lifter for the national team facing many other, freelancer teams. When he had broke the record for the hang clean and jerk, push press, and Back Squat exercises. Three exercises, out of five, now where was he? Where was his mighty empire? Before, he could die knowing that they would fight another day, but honestly, could the remnant fight these pretenders off? How long would he have to wait to see that day? Before any response came from the two, he interrupted them with a saddened voice, "The other trooper, did he survive? "
Darth Vaildra
A Man of Many Sins
Is this still a thing?