Dominion Hast-a La Vista | EOTL Dominion of Hast

[Defender of the Lost]

Hast.

An unassuming planet in Wild Space bordering the Tingel Arm of not much renown. The space above it, however, teems with history. As the site of a secret New Republic shipyard for retrofitting and repair. It hid from the Galactic Empire until after the Battle of Endor, when it was discovered and attacked leading to the destruction of a large New Republic fleet. However, the Battle of the Hast Shipyards is an ancient story; one that may be repeated.

Above the planet, the aging shipyard still stands, although only a fraction of what it once was. Only a few drydocks still function as they were originally designed, to repair and retrofit imperial vessels for New Republic service. Now they only work on pirate sloops and battleships. Most of it now is a defense station protecting the cadaverous city below; turbolasers, laser cannons, and missile launchers dot the station as add-ons from their current denizens.

On the surface of the planet, a city cobbled together from the hulls of ships old and older stands. Corridors small and lengthy, catwalks high and low, and dens of scum and villainy dot the city. A maze would be too kind a word to describe this place. A labyrinth? Maybe. The locals, however, have a name for their city: Ruemp (Roomp), or in galactic basic, Carcass.

Objective I - Swatting the Flies (Naval Action)

A pirate fleet protects the shipyard and the planet below. Imperial Commanders have been briefed to engage the hostile fleet to provide a distraction for the boarding parties heading for the shipyard itself. But be wary intelligence reports and rumors state that the pirates are led by a retrofitted Imperial-Class Star Destroyer with a dangerous unknown weapon, along with several stolen frigates and corvettes, and squads of snub fighters.

Objective II - Capturing the Hive (Boarding Action | Stealth or Loud)

Imperial boarding parties head for the shipyard while the capital ships provide a distraction. Once inside the shipyard, our agents need to make their way to the central control center and capture it. However, that’s easier said than done. It seems that the New Republic Security droids that were left behind have been reprogrammed by the pirates to fight for them. It will be a tough battle, but securing the shipyard and its defenses can turn the tide of the battle outside in our favor and help secure victory.

Objective III - Dressing the Carcass (Close-Quarters-Combat)

While the pirate flotilla is distracted by our fleets, dropships loaded with imperial troops and armor make landfall to assault the labyrinthian city of Ruemp. It’ll be close-quarters fighting with enemies every which way. However, Imperial Intelligence has located the den of the Crime Lord, codenamed “Der Jager.” His hold is in the central Mon Calamari cruiser near the top; be careful as he is known for his electric traps. It’ll be a long way up, but killing or capturing this figure should prove Imperial dominance and secure our rule over the city.

 

[Akiya Orime]

Objective: III - Dressing the Carcass
Location: Ruemp, Hast
Outfit: Velran's Gift Dress
Tags: Hilal Vizsla

Akiya didn't know how she ended up in these situations. Things started to become a bit more "normal" after the Emperor died and she was working on the Verum project. But when the Empress started giving orders it was back to the same mistreatment. And now Akiya was getting crazy assignments again. What in the galaxy was the Empress thinking sending the geneticist undercover to Hast to deploy a toxin to kill some crime lord?

This was a job for an agent. And yet Akiya was sent into the city all alone. Something about agents being needed elsewhere. What was going to happen if they suspected Akiya was there to do harm? They'd probably kill her. If she was lucky. Maybe that was the Empress' plan all along.

But Akiya was smart. And smart often trumped being weak, which seemed to be the reason for the Empress' dislike. Akiya managed to get out a message to a friend for help. It had been months since Akiya had seen Hilal. She had a weird feeling that the bounty hunter was avoiding her. But Hilal agreed to keep Akiya safe. She was so good at that, and it made Aliya's heart skip a beat.

As the Atrisian doctor wandered the streets til she locked eyes on her friend. Rushing across the street and through a small crowd she hugged the Mandalorian tightly. "Lal! So happy to see you," Akiya yelled out.

"I wish we had time to sit and catch up, but I'd like to figure out where to deploy this toxin as quickly as possible. We can talk while we walk though…How was your birthday? I was hoping to celebrate with you but things got crazy."

 

[Makai Dashiell]

HAST

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X
Interacting With : OPEN

Known for shipyards, Hast didn't attract much attention beyond shipbuilding capabilities. Yet given the state of the galaxy and Tingel Arm, their glory days were well past, as was the prominence in the area. Which, for those with an eye for business, meant investment on a ground floor could provide opportunity beyond what a well established planet could. There was no competition and if there was it was far too small to compete with those with deeper pockets and vast connection.

Which provided his entry point into the resources of Hast. Surveys of the area proved valuable ; large deposits of kessum and prothium had been reported. Enough to keep Aina Holdings busy for the next thirty-five years was the conversative estimate, but the crews had only done more rural portions of the planet. The rocky cliffs and outcroppings where no one chose to live. Closer to population more deposits could certainly be available yet they wouldn't worry about those. Not in the moment. Once operations were more established.

With the Tingel Arm leaving there was a power vacuum, the Empire of the Lost sweeping in on the planet. Having previous relationship with them and mines in their territory, he expected little problems as long as he continued to pay taxes and follow the laws of the Empire.

Now what remained to be seen if any of his fellow miners would join in extraction efforts.

 

[CT-2282 "Justice"]

Objective II - Capturing the Hive
Equipment: Two Horus Blaster Repeater Pistols, G-16 Blaster Carbine, LO-09M Vibrosword, Shock Grenades

Among the bustle in the hanger deck was the sound of metal and rock grinding together as Justice ran his wet stone along the vibrosword he carried. While its Fyrirdögun Blade could repair itself, this was more for him. He found it calming in a way, a way of getting all of his jitters out before a mission. It had been a while since he had been on any of these big operations and like his blade, he hoped he hadn't gotten dull.

As his group was called over the intercom, he looked at his sword one last time. He had yet to think up a name for it. Only one name came to mind as he got up and walked towards his Assualt Craft—a name that would honor all those whom he cut down with The Weeping Blade. Yes, that name would be suitable for the work he was about to do.

 

[Illithor Du'thra]

Objective I: Swatting Flies

Tags:

Spoiler: Fleet

6 War Impetum's
Selairis loaded with droids
Fala'thil loaded with droids
Den'Doran loaded with droids
Qu'alaris loaded with droids
Xellun carrying Rasnuhls organic troops
Jell'ruthil loaded with droids

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Illithor was in a weird position, he was asked by Darth Rasnuhl to command some ships so he and Demveath could do other things. That was fine, he didn't have to deal with a ton of new people that way.

Standing on the bridge of the Xellun the Sephi crew were busier than a normal crew. Amongst them was one of Darth Rasnuhl's Naval Zabrak officers giving pointers and training to the mostly green crew. The crew were also calibrating their combat data recording devices. Illithor just stood staring at the blue streaks through the bridge viewports behind his data readouts holo projected in front of him. There were many things to reveal to those he felt he could trust, when he was done vetting them that is.

The ship dropping out of hyperspace was preceded by the helmsman twenty seconds before "Arriving in twenty seconds!" The streaking color ended revealing a station with ragtag pirates along with a planet down below.

He cleared his throat opening a comm to the rest of his ships "We are to engage the fleet and provide cover for both Darth Rasnuhl & Demveath Okamsiu to reach their objectives. He's going to the surface, she is going to the station. Be precise, to victory."

The ships split into two wedges one on the port with Xellun at the lead, the other with Selairis at the lead. Using the two groups as a wedge to hopefully trap enemy vessels between them.

 

[Defender of the Lost]

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OBJECTIVE... 1... LOADING... SWATTING FLIES
TAGS: Illithor Du'thra
FLOTILLA... LOADING...

Spoiler

Shield %|Hull %
Imperial I Star Destroyer (Modified)

• Void's Hunger, 100 | 100​

Corona Frigates x3

• Dangerfang, 100 | 100
• Shadowfang, 100 | 100
• Kryatfang, 100 | 100

Hasta Mark I Corvettes x4

• Blastmark, 100 | 100
• Crater, 100 | 100
• Corpse, 100 | 100

Busy Uglies x180

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The hull of the ancient star destroyer groaned like a wounded beast, its skeletal frame creaking under the weight of centuries of disrepair. Rust and carbon scoring marred the once pristine durasteel hull, and flickering lights bathed the darkened corridors in a sickly yellow glow. Another new coat of paint had been applied to the Void's Hunger, not a week prior, black with grey, hiding it among the darkness of space. Yet found in this instance by an imperial fleet.

In the bridge, a tactical droid hung suspended from a tangle of wires sprouting from the ceiling, its dusted torso swaying gently with the ship's occasional shudder. The droid's photoreceptors flickered faintly, casting faint beams of light across the cracked command consoles. It was a relic far older than the Star Destroyer itself, cobbled together by desperate hands with whatever scraps could be salvaged. And yet it jerked to life with what seemed like renewed vigor and with it, sirens and alarms blared throughout the Hunger.

<<ALERT! Galactic Republic fleet detected. Class 7 blockade eminent.>>

From the shadowy corner of the bridge, the captain emerged. Draped in a mishmash of salvaged armor with a Galactic Empire admiral's rank plaque hanging like a chain from their neck. Their boots clanked against the durasteel floor. An armored mask obscured their face.

"A Republic fleet, you say?" the captain drawled, voice dripping with sarcasm. They leaned on the edge of the console, staring at the flickering holo-display. "And here I thought we were the only relics left in this part of the galaxy."

<<Recommendation: hyperspace jump. Probability of battle survival: 2.34%.>> That tactical droid said, its head clicking to follow the captain's movement.

The captain smirked behind their mask, fingers tapping a deliberate rhythm on the console. "We're pirates, not cowards. Get the lads up 'ere. Patch me through to their command ship."

The tactical droid's processors whirred as it complied, the ship's intercom sputtering to life with a burst of static. <<All hands. Battle Stations.>> Its head turned toward the captain as he walked towards the command chair in the middle of the bridge. A single light blinked on the armrest.

The rest of the crew sauntered in with a few whalops and cheers. "Finally! I've been tired of taking Gruek's credits in sabaac." one said.

"That's 'cause 'ur cheatin'," Gruek replied.

The captain just raised a hand from his chair and the crew quieted down. "Get to your spots, make sure everyone is ready! I don't think runnin' will be an option this time 'round." He waited for everyone to get into position before pressing the button.

<<"Hostile fleet, you've entered the huntin' grounds of Captain Ravik Vane and the Void's Hunger. We protect Ruemp and the low lives it harbors. Turn 'round and we won't be needin' our fancy ships. Approach and know what it'll cost thee.">>​

As he finished his words, he felt the Hunger spring forward with ancient determination. It moved from its hiding spot into plain view of the imperial fleet. As they moved several frigates and corvettes began to undock from the shipyard and move to get into formation next to the Void's Hunger. From underneath the destroyer, its entire hangar bay of uglies exited and began to circle around it. They prepared for a fight.