Gunpowder, Treason and Plot [Eternal Empire]

[Frontier Tenacity]

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Attn: [member="Corran Conner"] | [member="Saabossi"] | [member="Curupira Hawk"] | [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] | [member="Gerhard Manndorf"] | [member="Ilsa Visel"] | [member="Anton Delane"] | [member="Hydrocus Venetia"] | [member="Lorelai Ventira"] | [member="Zoe Rosella"] | [member="Rath Exigo"] | [member="Darth Tacitus"] | [member="Wilhelm Von Reinhardt"] | [member="Auron Song"] | [member="Zoe Rosella"] | [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] | [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Maani"] | [member="Kresslyn Cantor"] | [member="Goonch Bagarius Yarrelli"]​

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"...Remember, remember, the Fifth of November,​

The gunpowder treason and plot.
I see no reason why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot..."​

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• Bunduki
  Unknown Regions

The Unknown Regions are still reeling in the aftermath of the Ssi-Ruuvi invasion. Though the ashes of that calamity have settled and the survivors have begun the long process of reconstruction, their efforts are still feeble and small. On the world of Bunduki, the inhabitants are trying to pick up the pieces of their broken civilization and glue them back together. With the help of a group of Jedi, a provisional government has been put into place.

Thanks to the efforts of their new Jedi friends, the people of Bunduki have slowly regained some semblance of normality in their lives as governmental institutions have successfully managed both the recovery efforts and the distribution of emergency aid. As stability slowly returned to the planet, the provisional authorities have decided that it was time for the next step: an election to establish a legitimate, democratic government.

However, on the nearby world of Kalidan, a dark power was stirring. One which would shepherd the reconstruction of the Unknown Regions in a completely different direction. For the Eternal Empire, the rise of another democracy so close to its borders, was a threat that could not be ignored. And so, on a fateful autumn day, a decision was made...

The Imperial government of Kalidan had made great strides to establish order and consolidate its control over its homeworld. However, despite its growing power, the Eternal Empire did not yet have the resources to seize control of the entire sector and its leadership would not risk overextending its resources. But the Emperor was a man who planned things far in advance, so, on the day when the Empire was finally ready to take its rightful place in the galaxy, he would rather not have to contend with a republic that had become entrenched so close to its home. A plan was put together, given the name of Operation Cerberus. Resources were allocated, troops and agents were mobilized and events were set in motion. The Emperor's orders were clear. The budding democracy on Bunduki shall not be allowed to bloom.

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>> Receiving transmission...
>> WARNING: Classified information - Ultor-level authorization required
>> Authentication received...
>> Credentials verified...
>> Decrypting files...
>> Mission briefing downloaded

As you have been previously briefed, the situation developing on Bunduki has been evaluated and deemed a high-level threat to the interests of the Eternal Empire. As per the orders of the Eternal Emperor and the Joint Chiefs of Staff, the neutralization of this threat has been given top priority. Due to the delicate nature of the situation, it has been decided that a direct assault would be counterproductive to our long-term interests in the region, therefore a special strike force combining all branches of the military, has been assembled to carry out a more precise and subtle operation.

At 0800 Hours, Kalidan Standard Time, Strategic Command has issued the final authorization for Operation Cerberus.

The objectives and mission parameters are as following:

Special strike force hereby designated as Omega Red shall divide its assets and resources into two smaller contingents, which will then proceed to carry out separate, concurrent tasks.

[Task Force Agamemnon]​

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Task Force Agamemnon shall carry out an infiltration and disinformation mission with the primary purpose of causing divisions between the Bunduki government and the people. To that end, the following tasks shall be carried out:

• Manipulating local media, a corruption scandal is to be manufactured, implicating the Jedi and acting president Atton Zain.
• Mistrust in the validity of the upcoming election is to be sown by spreading rumors of voting booth tampering
• Political divisions must be created and deepened, radicalizing the various political parties and their supporters
• Key pro-democracy influencers are to be bribed, manipulated or assassinated

[Task Force Belisarius]​

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Task Force Belisarius shall arrive on the planet under the guise of private security forces hired by a local shell company to protect its assets. Following insertion, the Task Force shall disperse amongst the local population, infiltrate the supporters of the two main political parties and carry out escalating acts of violence. The following tasks are to be carried out:

• Posing as supporters of the two biggest political parties, Belisarius is to instigate acts of violence beginning with riots and looting, leading up to assassinations and street violence.
• As tensions begin to mount, Belisarius is tasked with orchestrating terrorist attacks across the capital city of Bunduki, in order to cause panic and undermine social cohesion.
• Weapons are to be distributed to the most radical supporters of the dominant political parties.
• Finally, Belisarius is to instigate civil war by attacking planetary institutions.

It is imperative that the above objectives be completed successfully in order to destabilize the local regime and pave the way for the planet's annexation by the Eternal Empire at a later date. You have your orders. Long live the Empire.

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[Ilsa Visel]

Gunpowder, Treason and Plot​

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27th "Drachen" Ultranaught Regiment​

Colonel Ilsa Visel​

• Bukundi

MODDELL SECTOR | DERELICT WAREHOUSE IN THE CAPITAL.
TASK FORCE: BELISARIUS
TAGS: [member="Darth Tacitus"] | Anyone else who wants in!

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Colonel Ilsa Visel
Ilsa and a small contingent of 4 soldiers from her Security battalion had already landed themselves onto the planet in a derelict warehouse hidden within the now capital of Bukundi with more soldiers arriving undercover to insert themselves as merchants, smugglers and private security forces as time goes on. Ilsa's team had been busy and organised a meeting with a few major radicalist party members looking to buy firearms to further their cause with weapons smuggled in under the cover of the ongoing aid operations across the planet.

Ilsa and the politicians sat at a table in the centre of the warehouse, her soldiers placed around the warehouse, 2 behind her stood up and 2 at the door, behind the politicians. She eyed the shady radicalists up and down and could see their shallow personalities before they even talked; "I hear you're after weapons, Mr Gafasli.. anything in particular?", began Ilsa as she poured drinks for the guests, starting the conversation, "Before we even begin to talk about weapons.. whoever you are, how do we know you're not a spy for the other party?", replied the politician. Ilsa smirked and waved a hand gesture at one of the guards, they brought forth a KC-47 Hybrid Strike Rifle, a signature weapon of the Eternal Empire. "How's this?", the politicians sat, shocked at the revelation of, what they could only deduce as, the Eternal Empires involvement on the planet. ​"Well.. that certainly says a lot by itself, ma'am", posed Mr Gafasli.

Taking out a sheet of paper, because paper can't be hacked, she tapped it a few times as if pondering a proposition eventually putting it on the table and sliding it across to the politicians, "We have 10 KC-47's, 5 KC-M5's, 20 VA-11r's, 2 KC-M74S' and 40 VA-24p pistols ready to go, I hope this will suffice.", Ilsa explained to them as the guards brought the crates of weapons over, "W..well, yes! We may need more soon however, could that be arranged?", Ilsa nodded in agreement, she stood up, towering over the politicians, "Now understand this, you did not acquire this from us nor the Eternal Empire, you WILL be eradicated if this is linked back to us, make sure it doesn't happen.", she sat back down, both politicians sat in contempt silence before sliding a credit chip of 50,000c across the table, Ilsa dismissed them with a wave of her hand. They left with as much speed as they could muster whilst taking the crates of weapons away and with that the Colonel got up to head to her makeshift office to plan the next move...

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Location: with Darth Tacitus
Equipment: Bio link
Tag(s): [member="Darth Tacitus"] | [member="Ilsa Visel"]

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Rarely occurred, but Ingrid is already hated this mission. She was frustrated and grumpy, maybe deeply inside angry too. This time it was difficult to control her emotions. Maybe the dark side of the Force did this to her, or just the situation. She felt herself naked without her normal armor, without her ordinary weapons, her sniper rifle, or blasters. This time was different than others. Her master maybe wants to drop her to the deep water.

She arrived to the planet with her master, [member="Darth Tacitus"]. This time she wasn’t an agent, or assassin, but she wasn’t even the director of the Blackwatch either. She was just a noble woman, and most important, the Emperor’s apprentice. The emperor didn't allow Ingrid to bring her own weapons to the missions, except her lightsabers. She was not happy about this.

She sitting in a meditation pose, with closed eyes, and tried to concentrate to the Force. Now she had an idea how the Force is working and she practicing, when she could. Actually she did the same now too. Tried to expanding her mind, grab the Force, and feel the others, and their emotions through the Force. She calmed her consciousness, these practices were still the easier to her.

She remembered what her trainer said to her long-long time ago. ”Act brutal with no pity, be harsh, show no remorse.” But the assassinating was an art, maybe the Force is too, but she didn’t saw this yet. The feeling what flooded her, still a bit strange to Ingrid, but she gets used to the feeling and the whole things. She opened her eyes, and stand up from the ground.

”I’m done with the practicing my lord. What is my next task?” she asked [member="Darth Tacitus"].

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Attn: [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] | [member="Ilsa Visel"]​

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• Bunduki
  Unknown Regions

The Emperor's arrival on the planet of Bunduki, was without fanfare or commotion. The man disembarked the small, nondescript freighter dressed in plain military coveralls, a rifle slung over his chest and a pistol in the vest holster. Other than his gold-tinted eyes and the sword which hung from his belt, there was nothing to distinguish him from any other mercenary in the galaxy and even so, every mercenary had his odd eccentricities. He would have looked out of place without some.

Although this wasn't often discussed these days, Tacitus used to be a mercenary before taking the reigns of the nation that would become his Empire. Even after so many years, he found it easy to slip back into that role, whenever he needed to. Today was one such occasion.

The planet around him still bore the scars of the devastation which the Ssi-Ruuvi had wrought, a few years ago. Patches of white stained many buildings, where blaster fire had been plastered over. Other buildings lay abandoned, their owners having fled, or died. And now, unfortunately, the people of Bunduki had made unfortunate choices that placed them firmly in the Eternal Empire's sights.

His agents were already on the planet, slowly and surely sowing the seeds of discord that would lead to the local government's collapse. Colonel Ilsa Visel and her regiment were already planetside, distributing weapons to the local radicals and Tacitus had just brought in another shipment.

By his side, his apprentice was angry and frustrated because he instructed her to bring no weapons other than her lightsabers. But she had been relying on her regular equipment far too much, lately and it was impeding her training. She needed to learn to let go of crutches, since she wouldn't be able to bring full combat gear in every situation. Besides, she had to learn to stand up to other Force wielders and for that, she needed to master their weapons as well.

"Anger, frustration, these are all things that feed the Darkside of the Force," he said to her. "But at the end of the day, they are just tools and the Force is just a skillset to be mastered. The path of the Warden is to seek perfection and discipline, never let yourself be controlled by the tools you wield."

He tapped the button on his comlink to open a channel. "Colonel Visel, report in. We have brought some additional cargo. Meet us at the designated coordinates as soon as you are able to."

 

[Juggernaut]

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Location: Penthouse Apartment in the Capital City of Bunduki, Unknown Regions
Task Force: Agamemmon
Attn: Any

'Bunduki. What a god awful name for a planet.' Juggernaut quietly mused to himself as he sat in the luxurious penthouse apartment overlooking the main political district in the capital city of Bunduki. His Rearguard lacked their menacing jet-black armor and were instead dressed in the finest Kuati silk the galaxy had to offer, with their perfectly tailored black suits were freshly pressed and ironed, coupling well with their pair of black Rancor military shock boots. They carried antique, yet pristine E-11 blaster rifles, which in the Unknown Regions, signified some modicum of authority and respect to able to produce or acquire large amounts of old Imperial goods.

At the moment, Juggernaut was posing as a young Kuati noble who came to Bunduki to establish a large-scale manufacturing plant, with an obscured family tie to the pro-democratic merchant family, the Morgans. The Morgans were a native merchant family that started out as plucky colonial upstarts and had developed into a large family enterprise that spanned from construction, manufacturing, gambling, and now, property and property management. They had a moderate amount of political sway due to their large economic interests and businesses on Bunduki, leading to a liberal amount of lobbying and backdoor deals to monetarily improve the status of the democratic party as well as the mercantile interests of the Morgans.

Juggernaut hired a team of some of the best slicers and forgers to create a fake identity and backstory that verified into the personal histories and data files that the Morgan family had. After spilling a few hundreds of thousands of credits to the Morgans to acquire the apartment building he currently resided in, Juggernaut was able to smoothly sell his identity as a distance relative of the Kuat family, Alexander Kingston, a young, rich socialite in the Kuat aristocracy who was born to a daughter of the Morgan family who had ran away. The team of slicers and forgers tracked Elizabeth Morgan to a poor residential area on Corellia, and Juggernaut bribed the local police force to have her imprisoned for the duration of the mission. No loose ends as the business goes.

Turning into Alexander Kingston was a painful process that Juggernaut endured to morph and condense his gigantic muscular form into the shell of a tall, yet still much smaller body. Leaving his heavy armor shell and into the flimsy and synthskin counterpart made Juggernaut feel particularly uncomfortable, and even the broader fashion choices the galaxy had to offer did little to satiate his constant annoyance. It matched the personality of a young, rich noble, and so, Juggernaut begrudgingly accepted the discomfort and annoyance as another part of his assumed identity that he needed to act perfectly.

Although it had only been a few hours since Juggernaut's arrival, the once, mostly empty apartment building had been drastically altered. The tenants were forcibly knocked out and imprisoned in the basement, while Juggernaut hired multiple external construction companies and security contractors under the guise as Alexander Kingston to renovate the apartment into a fortress. The glass windows were replaced with artificial displays and subsequently reinforced with five feet of duracrete. The foundations of the apartment building were replaced with military grade durasteel support structures and excavation of the basement of the apartment began to expand for the necessary space to train and gather local dissidents and soon-to-be members of Alexander Kingston's rubber-stamped militia.

When first meeting with the Morgans as soon as he got to Bunduki, Juggernaut had to dramatically act out Alexander Kingston's backstory about reuniting with his origins from his mother's side and now wanting to help build and develop his home world. The Morgans were moved by his ostentatious display and mostly his vast amounts of credits, and they gladly accepted any of the conditions and requests Juggernaut had. While including just approving of all of Kingston's import licenses for his cargo and various unmarked transports, Juggernaut had specially requested to take part in the planet's politics, haughtily bragging about made-up accomplishments he had achieved back at Kuat. The Morgans happily played along with his boasts, although when Juggernaut had ignorantly and loudly proclaimed he should be the next elected planetary governor, the Morgans delicately suggested such a task needed a bit more time and political maneuvering to accomplish.

While the Morgans panicked as Juggernaut pressed on the matter of he, a young, rich and outwardly wanton aristocrat from Kuat, would be the best democratic choice after painstakingly As a seemingly much lesser evil, Juggernaut as benignly as possible offered to start the planetary government's first militia, as a means of inspiring the youth of Bunduki to embrace their roots and serve their nation.

The Morgans were much more content with this request and promised to let Juggernaut meet with some officials shortly...

 

[Ilsa Visel]

Gunpowder, Treason and Plot

27th "Drachen" Ultranaught Regiment
Colonel Ilsa Visel

• Bukundi

MODDELL SECTOR | DERELICT WAREHOUSE IN THE CAPITAL.
TASK FORCE: BELISARIUS
TAGS: [member="Darth Tacitus"] | [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] | [member="Juggernaut"]

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Colonel Ilsa Visel
The office Ilsa occupied was looking decent after bring destroyed though now more troops had begun filling in the warehouse it begun to look more like an actual office in an actual warehouse. A small platoon from the 27th's engineering company and more security staff had began to fill in to secure the perimeter and turn the warehouse into an effective, discreet forward operating base. Sandbags and concrete walls had been placed with a sectioned off area for storage and the exterior had been rebuilt to an extent to not look suspicious.

She had received a direct comlink from the Emperor himself, which was highly uncommon, communicating that a new shipment of weapons had been brought in and are ready for collection at a specific coordinate grid. When they arrived at the coordinates, Ilsa and her small guard detail met the Emperor, Darth Tacitus and his apprentice, Ingrid, Llerim, "My Lords,", Ilsa began, taking a bow of respect, "We'll move this right away", and with a small hand gesture her soldiers began moving the shipment away. Aware that the Emperor and his apprentice had more important business to attend to, she decided it best not waste their time and to leave them be, "Thank you, My Lords, we'll put this to good use,", she exclaimed before hastily turning around to head back to the warehouse.

Once the shipment had been returned to the warehouse and everything was in place, the Colonel decided it was time to check in with her regiment to see how they were integrating, "SITREP-27, respond in writing only", she sent to her officers in writing format via the comlink. After a few back and forth messages between officers the most predominant mission status came in, "Sir, we've situated ourselves within a spread of office and accommodation blocks throughout the city and we are ready and prepped to begin insurgency operations on your order.", sent one of the Majors. Thankfully the engineers knew how to keep messages encrypted via a complicated set of signals and satellites. "Well done Major, we shall wait for the right time to strike, then we shall begin our missions, remain incognito, out.", yet in the midst of all this, another meeting had been set up with Mr Gafasli for another purchase of weaponry. Little did the politician know there would be a spanner in the mix at their next meeting...

 

[Juggernaut]

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Location: Penthouse Apartment in the Capital City of Bunduki, Unknown Regions
Task Force: Agamemnon
Attn: [member="Ilsa Visel"]

While Juggernaut waited for Morgans to finish arranging a meeting with key party leaders to talk about starting an official planetary militia, he ordered his Rearguard to replace the garage with a military prefabrication assembly factory, focused on putting together smuggled components of Eternal Empire military weapons and vehicles for immediate combat use. The spacious garage of the apartment could accommodate a 8 AM-SV "Spider" Strike Walkers and 80 KV-109 Jet Bikes, with a surge of jet bikes due to the fact that superior mobility would be key in allowing disruptors and strike squads to quickly and smoothly navigate the city landscape.

Since arrival, Alpha Company 'Giantslayers' of the Rearguard had successfully managed to establish themselves in the apartment complex in the capital city of Bunduki, and Juggernaut divided the company into three different special-purpose sections:

The first section, codenamed 'Demons', comprised of the 4 'Fiend' Squads within Alpha Company 'Giantslayers.' The 'Demons' designated HQ was the apartment complex, which was now referred to as "Archdevil's Keep," and the worked on reinforcing, fortifying and converting the apartment complex into a fully functional military installation and fortress. While completing the fortifications to Archdevil's Keep, they would also simultaneously began acquiring more property around the apartment complex to hold key choke-points and defensive locations in the radius of Archdevil's Keep, and a few Rearguards were posing as associates of Alexander Kingston interested in developing the area around Archdevil's Keep. With plenty of credits in hand, a large portion of strategic buildings were secured and military engineers were scrambling to prepare for and begin new fortification projects. Each 'Fiend' Squad was also assigned 2 AM-SV "Spider" Strike Walkers, which were quietly transported to key defensive locations surrounding Archdevil's Keep to be utilized as mobile fire support.

The second section, codenamed 'Firebrands', comprised of 8 'Giant' Squads of Alpha Company and had spread their influence throughout the underworld. They quickly worked to takeover the local gangs and control the criminal underworld of Bunduki's capital. Although the 'Firebrands' only managed to rally a few hundred gangsters, street rats and rogues, they began releasing aggressive propaganda campaigns and started a new radical anarchist group, 'The Red Keep." Rumors quickly spread about "The Red Keep," as they managed to single-handedly bring the underground empire to their knees and answer to their bidding in the matter of hours, alarming many police task forces and astute politicians. Now, the slums and poor districts of Bunduki's capital were quickly being conquered by "The Red Keep," marked by their iconic black ski masks with a red tower painted over the face. "The Red Keep" began immense charity efforts, spreading out much needed food, water, and household goods as well as aggressively recruiting for members with counter-nationalistic ideals, monetary incentive, and empty promises. The 40 KV-109 Jet Bikes were assigned to the 'Firebrands,' although they were currently unused due to a strict order by Juggernaut to keep their identity as apart of the Eternal Empire completely secret until the chaos began.

The final section, codenamed 'Tombstone', comprised of the remaining 4 'Giant' Squads of Alpha Company. Their main focus was locating key political and paramilitary figures surrounding Atton Zain as well as locating government buildings and any police, paramilitary, or militia locations. Juggernaut, however, gave them the expletive order to completely avoid contact with the Jedi, as their powers of foresight might spoil their planned executions. After locating these figures, 'Tombstone' would enter the sewers of the capital city of Bunduki and dig underneath to the locations of their buildings, planting enough proton bombs to completely annihilate the building even at the expense of the entire surrounding block. Work was slow for 'Tombstone' however, as the governing group seemed wary due to the multiple and chaotic underlying political, social, and clandestine currents that made the capital city somber.

"Archdevil's Keep has a nice ring to it," Juggernaut mused out loud as he continued to relax before the coming battles and the meeting arranged by the Morgans.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Location: with Darth Tacitus
Equipment: Bio link
Tag(s): [member="Darth Tacitus"] | [member="Ilsa Visel"] | [member="Juggernaut"]

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”I am a weapon my lord, not my “toys” or “tools”. They just help me to reach what I want” she answered his emperor.

Moreover Ingrid liked the lightsaber combat, she trained to use swords and other melee weapons, and she loved them. She never had a problem with melee combat, the lightsabers are different. Before she never used a weapon, like the lightsabers. It was… she couldn't describe it, even if she tried. It was elegant, noble, and unique.

Maybe the lightsaber combat was her favorite of the Force trainings. She adjusted her uniform, and followed her master, when they are arrived to the planet. She sighed briefly, and controls her feelings again. She don’t let anything distracts her attention. Maybe this time she was an apprentice, but inside her the feeling deeply lays, she need to protect his emperor, if something happened.

”Colonel!” she nodded to the other woman, when they met.

The Lord title still strange to her. It was also time to get used to it the people call her as Lady, first time because of her later husband, and then when the emperor promotes her to baroness. But the lord… .she knows that is the standard names to the Sith Lords, but it hardly to her to think herself as Sith acolyte.

She didn’t tell anything, she was here to learn and observe. So, she waiting in silence, and followed the colonel and the emperor, while she scouted the area for enemies, or hostile targets.

 

[Cero Pax]

Location: Outskirts of Bunduki, Unknown Regions

Task Force: Agamemnon

Tags: @Darth Tacitus | @Ilsa Visel | @Juggernaut | [member="Ingrid L'lerim"]

Democracies were some of the most fragile kinds of government. They were knotted, polluted, complex political engines, fulled by the voices of thousands funneled into the voices of a few. Often times this made them also incredibly inefficient and ineffective, those few voices vying to stay in power, while also appeasing the wills of those thousands of voices who put them in power. It was like setting the foundations of a building upon sand, each little grain needed to stay in place for stability. Despite the odds, this worked out, again and again, world from world, era after era. But all it took was a few grains, no, even just one grain, shifting out of place, to send the entire thing into the pits.

While his many of his team members on Omega Red opted for into roles of influence, manipulation, and deceit, opting to take on guises and falsified names in order to infiltrate the populace and politics of the budding government, in order to achieve the EE's goals of destabilization and general chaos, Cero was never one to play spy or agent, and instead played his hand straight; he was a mercenary, a Mandolorian at that, and offered his services as a training instructor to those willing to pay his price.

His offer was posted in a way that ensured it'd be seen by those it was made for, and in short order, he found himself on Bunduki, speaking with members of an already radicalized group of political conspirators, who wished to ensure that their party, the right party, won, even if it meant sacrifices were to be made. To that end, he was hired not only to train the group's members in basic hand-to-hand combat, but also in marksmanship, urban shock-and-awe tactics, and explosive ordnance handling.

The faction possessed a decent membership, some twenty or thirty men and women, of varying ages, ranging from the older teens to the young middle age. Their leader, a bald and gruff man by the name of Jakes, both greeted and presented him to the troops in short order, having wanted to start immediately.

"This is Cero Pax. He will be your instructor in the arts of warfare. I know many of you believe that we did not need his services, that we capable enough to ensure the future of our home alone. But I can say that I fully believe-"

"Awe c'mon Jakes! We don't need some fancy gun-for-hire to teach use to throw a punch or hold a blaster pistol. It was a waste of our credit's to bring him here! We could've used that to buy more supplies! Or weapons!" The voice of the upstart belonged to a younger man, somewhere in his mid-thirties. His face was cracked, his eyes vibrant with anger. He was burly, most likely having depended on his size and strength whenever he fought.

Cero stepped from beside Jakes, and pointed at the man. "You, step up."

The man flinch ever so slightly, having not expected to be called out, but did so anyway, putting on a face of confidence.

"What's your name?"

"Henrick."

"So you think you don't need me to teach you, is that right? You have nothing to learn?" Henkrick nodded, though it was hesitant. Cero removed his helmet, and looked into his eyes. "Land a punch on me, and I'll refund your credits. And still give you and your group a training camp. I'll give you a minute." Henrick looked Cero up and down, obviously sizing him up. His expression gave the impression he liked his odds.
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"W-wait-" Krrck. Henrick's neck broke in Cero's hands, the man's body falling lifelessly to the ground. Looks of fear cropped up across the group's faces, and he took the time to look at every one of them.

"Your first weapon should be your body. If you can't even kill with that, then your no use in a fight." He picked his helmet up, and put it back on. "Fall into groups of three. We start now."

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Attn: [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] | [member="Cero Pax"] | [member="Juggernaut"]​

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• Bunduki
  Unknown Regions

"No, Ingrid, you are not just a weapon," the Emperor responded, his voice firm and authoritative. "You are my apprentice, a baroness of the Empire and a leader of men," he said. "Besides, this training might not seem all that important to you right now, but with enough work, you will eventually be able to lay waste to entire armies. To get there, however, you need to begin with the small, simple things. And another important thing about the Force is that it doesn't give you much of a choice. If you don't learn to control it, then it will eventually control you."

He watched her adjust her uniform and regain her composure, nodding in satisfaction. "Good," he said. "You are learning."

"Everything we do, is for the sake of the Empire. It is our duty as leaders to make sacrifices, to do the things we do not like. Come, I will show you something. There is a political protest taking place today, I will teach you how to use the Force to instill fear and instigate violence. Subtle tools, but effective ones and quite versatile. You are an assassin, yes, but not just an assassin. Imagine what you could do if you could use the Force to coerce someone else to kill your target, without that someone even being aware of it," the Emperor explained, before activating his comlink.

"Pax, this is Alpha Wolf. Status report. Are your militia members ready? There will be a political protest today and I would like us to commence our activities," the Emperor spoke.

The acting president of the planet was scheduled to hold a speech to a crowd of supporters, later during the day. In response, the main opposition party had called for its own rally, intent on disrupting the president's speech with a protest. Little did they knew that the Eternal Empire's forces were intent on hijacking what was supposed to be a peaceful protest and turn it into a riot. The destabilization of the planet, would commence here. Soon, very soon, the first acts of violence would begin to chip away at the fragile foundations of the young democracy. It was time to put another part of the plan into action.

The Emperor switched to another frequency. "Alpha Wolf to Juggernaut. I need you to use your underground connections to manufacture a corruption scandal involving the acting president. Time is short, so keep it to rumors, right now, maybe a conspiracy theory spreading across the local holonet. It must go viral in time for today's political protest," the Sith Lord instructed. "Make it happen. Alpha Wolf, out."

 

[Juggernaut]

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Location: Penthouse Apartment in the Capital City of Bunduki, Unknown Regions
Task Force: Agamemnon
Attn: [member="Ilsa Visel"] | [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] | [member="Cero Pax"] | [member="Darth Tacitus"]

As Juggernaut received an invitation to the Willow Hotel from the Morgans to meet with the key party leaders, he received a direct order from Sith Lord from the personal encrypted communicator dedicated to direct authorized access to the Sith Lord:

Alpha Wolf to Juggernaut.

I need you to use your underground connections to manufacture a corruption scandal involving the acting president.

Time is short, so keep it to rumors, right now, maybe a conspiracy theory spreading across the local holonet.

It must go viral in time for today's political protest.

Make it happen.

Alpha Wolf, out.

Nodding in silent acknowledgement of the order, Juggernaut replied tersely.

Juggernaut to Alpha Wolf.

It shall be done within the hour.

Going dark, Juggernaut, out.

Rising from his comfortable lounge chair that mildly mediated the great discomfort of being within this smaller humanoid frame, Juggernaut stretched his muscles one last time before immediately departing for the Willow Hotel. As he exited the apartment, he was silently followed by a slender female bodyguard dressed in a snugly-fitting Kuati silk business suit. This female, was in fact, the true form of the hulking, cyborg figure known as the Titan of Earth, who most closely fought side-by-side on the battlefields with Juggernaut.

Equipped with an extensively modified of the KC-47 Hybrid Strike Rifle stripped of its blaster components and resembling a rectangular security blaster, the Titan of Earth stood next to Juggernaut stoically. A couple of new personnel, staff and mercenaries recruited from the local populous stood dazed as they were enamored by her beauty, but nearby Rearguards quickly smacked the back sides of their heads and whispered frantically to keep their eyes to themselves.

As Juggernaut rode in a luxury, diplomatic land speeder that picked him up from 'Archdevil's Keep,' he swished a glass of champagne that the female representative of the Morgans handed him.

"You see Mr. Kingston, although Bunduki is located in the Unknown Regions, we have been prosperous in the last few months of redevelopment and we are becoming a major hub of activity. Trade and wealth flows freely through the city and there is plenty of high-yielding investment projects and opportunities," the representative continued to spew pro-economic rhetoric since Juggernaut stepped foot in the landspeeder.

"Miss...?" Juggernaut finally responded.

A bit flustered by Juggernaut's lack of care for her name, the representative paused for a moment, smiled and regained her professional mannerisms, "Ah, I am Victoria Morgan. I currently the Director for Foreign Affairs at Morgan Construction Company, the one of the main subsidiary companies of the Morgan family business. It is only second in size and importance to the main Morgan family company, StarTrading Lines," she remarked with a bit of pride and self-esteem.

Rolling his eyes, considering the fact that most of Bunduki was about to be seriously destabilized, Juggernaut asked flippantly, "Victoria, I was curious about one thing. When I asked my family to do some background checks about Bunduki's political landscape, I was shocked to see the vast amounts of corruption..."

Victoria maintained a happy, professional experience but Juggernaut sensed some underlying tension and he remarked with cutting dissatisfaction, "You see, a couple of politicians seem to be funneling a large portion of the reconstruction funds to their personal pockets. The Morgans are one of, if not the biggest, construction firms involved in the reconstruction of Bunduki...care to elaborate?"

Victoria straightened her suit jacket and shuffled uncomfortably before taking out her comlink. She smiled and said, "One moment."

Turning away from Juggernaut, Victoria began a hushed conversation with a few executives of the Morgan family and recomposed herself after the conversation. He did not personally care to listen, although the blase Titan of Earth gave Juggernaut a quick look before resuming her lounging. As Juggernaut saw the recording of the conversation being uploaded to the database in real-time by the Titan of Earth, he smirked.

As Victoria finished her conversation, she coughed and turned back to face him. "You see, the Morgans are simply profiteers. As a businessman you can understand our practices. Surely there is some way we can reach an understanding."

Gently placing his hand on Victoria's thigh, Juggernaut leaned forward and looked into Victoria's eyes menacingly, only to see a panicked set of blue eyes scared from the immense bloodlust that leaked from his essence.

"Get the Morgans to clean up their act. In fact, I have a suitable proposition...I know these political partners of yours are aware and actively help with this massive financial corruption. This corruption is unacceptable, although I would hate to see my new found business associates to face the consequences. How about Atton Zain?"

Victoria gasped and responded, "Atton Zain is a saint..."

Before she could continue, Juggernaut gripped her thigh hard enough to leave dark bruises and responded coyly, "As a businessmen, you can understand my practices, right? This is not a request, it's a demand. I need Atton Zain to fall for this, or I am withdrawing my 100,000,000 credit investment into the businesses of the Morgans...Enough credits for the Morgans to simply assume power and control, no?"

Victoria gasped once again, not in pain, but immense excitement. One hundred million credits was the total revenue of entire sectors, and yet, Alexander Kingston was able to throw it around as if it were nothing. Beginning to become skeptical of his words, Juggernaut immediately took out his datapad and transferred ten million phony credits to Victoria's account. A team of slicers and the galaxy's greatest hackers made garnering illegal, electronic credits simple, and manipulating credit systems in a backwater place like Bunduki was an infantile task.

As Victoria checked the notification on her own comlink and the mass of incoming calls, she helplessly smiled and nodded. Letting go of her thigh, Juggernaut straightened the arm of his suit jacket and laid back with his glass of champagne, swirling it once again.

"Atton Zain. Get his face on the holonews now."

As Victoria frantically began making calls on her comlink, Juggernaut turned to the Titan of Earth and secretly typed in his datapad:

"Tell the Firebrands to begin the next phase after the first news of Atton Zain gets out, targeting the key financial institutions of Bunduki and attempting to wipe their data. Leave behind plenty of evidence linking it back to Atton Zain. We have a deadline of one hour, make it count."

And Juggernaut swirled his champagne once again, a reflection of the monotonous repetition of the schemes and plots of war.

 

[Cero Pax]

Location: Outskirts of Bunduki, Unknown Regions

Task Force: Agamemnon

Tags: [member="Darth Tacitus"] | [member="Ilsa Visel"] | [member="Juggernaut"] | [member="Ingrid L'lerim"]

Two weeks was by no means enough time to turn a band of disgruntled farmers, hunters, and merchants into an effective guerilla fighting force, Cero knew this. But it was enough time to teach them to aim blaster, craft IEDs, and overall become a tool for chaos and disorder. Training for the first few days was rough, to put it kindly. His methods were harsh, making it clear after his demonstration Henrick that there'd be no slack given. They ran drills back to back, learning how to first fight with their fists, then with sticks, and finally with actual weapons. He had them form three man teams in order to encourage a sense of synergy, while also running training that emphasized independent action.

While all this went on, he provided insights in the form of suggestion and tactics to Jakes, directing him towards planning around targets that coincided with the EE's own objectives. Offices of politicians, rallies, vehicle and weapon depots, he marked them all out as possible missions. In the midst of the second week, he had the group do a test run, their objective to secure resources under the pretense of an upcoming raid. All but one team returned, and the news report that ran on Bunduki's HoloNet has said they were simply well armed thieves, attempting to steal a transport.

"It's still too early for you all to make a move." Cero said. Currently he was in a room with Jakes, the older man leaned over a table with a paper map, outlining different spot of the planet's capital city. He'd been pressing for the last few days for them to do an actual operation, but Cero had voted against it. Not only did he think it was too early, but he didn't want them to jump the gun and tie up the plans of the other members of his fireteam, whatever they were.

"Look. You've trained the men. Decently. They're way better off than we were a month ago." Jakes argued. "I'm the leader of this cell. I have final say. And I say were ready to show our hand."

Cero shook his head. "You hired me to train not just your people, but also to give you insights. So I'd be not holding up my end of the bargain if I didn't say this: You. Aren't Ready."

Jakes slammed his hand down. "We won't just sit here and twiddle our thumbs, damn it! The time for action is now!." Cero let out a sigh. He was wasting his breathe here. He'd seen this kind of leader. They were too far gone into the idea of the cause, that they stopped caring for the people in it. He'd use every life up, including his own, if it meant sending a message. And he normally would be okay with letting that happen. But his other objectives were hinged on this group not dying out, not until he was given the say so.

Just as he was about to begin another protest, his comlink notified him of an incoming transmission on an encrypted feed. "Pax, this is Alpha Wolf. Status report. Are your militia members ready? There will be a political protest today and I would like us to commence our activities." Well, would you look at that? The timing couldn't be better. "They'll perform." As far as employers went, the Sith Lord may have the most... normal, if one could believe it. He had a straight forward way of handling business. No haggling, no scamming. He was upfront about what he wanted done, and best of all, he paid a fair price. Cero appreciated that.

"Who are you talking to?" Jakes asked, apparently having overheard him.

"No-one, I was just confirming something." He stepped forward toward the man, and activated the holo terminal the map lie on, showing a holographic map of the capital city. "Count your graces, Jakes, because a chance for you to prove me wrong has just come up. There's a protest being held against the opposition. They're holding a rally apparently. Perfect opportunity to cause some fear, make a statement."

Jakes eyes lit up like a flame in the night, a small smile slowly growing across his face. It was time to plan.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Location: with Darth Tacitus
Equipment: Bio link
Tag(s): [member="Darth Tacitus"] | [member="Ilsa Visel"] | [member="Juggernaut"] | [member="Cero Pax"]

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Maybe [member="Darth Tacitus"]’s voice was firm and authoritative, but for Ingrid these were seemed almost kind. She heard that words from Scherezade too. They both were on the dark side, but they were so different even so they speak the same things about the Force. But the Emperor was wrong, the training was important to Ingrid, even if no one see this.

”It’s important, just… I hate that you can handle me like who knows everything about the Force, when I’m not. I’m not started this as a child my lord. I just get the training how to kill the Force users, but they don’t taught me what is the Force, or how this whole thing works. That's what bothers me my lord!” she replied. ”Sorry for the fulmination my lord!”

She was a quick leaner, who understand everything quickly, but sometimes the Force things was too hard to her. With the Emperor’s and @Scherezade’s help she evolved, but sometimes she felt it was not enough. She get used to she learn everything quick, history, languages, using weapons, sciences and many other things, but the Force… she was uncertain. After the Emperor’s words she just nodded and Ingrid continued to listen to the Emperor’s other words.

That was an interesting viewpoint, to coerce someone else to kill. It’s safer, than the original way, but Ingrid loved to kill her targets, it was a sport to her. That was why she can easily act as a bounty hunter too. But… she understands why her master tells this, and she fully accepted this.

”I know, I always do everything for the Empire my lord! Even if I still working for the CIS. Understand this, my lord! To coerce someone… tempting thought.” she replied.

Ingrid waited silently when her master gives the orders to the others. When the Emperor finished the speak she asked:

”What should we do now?” she asked.