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

---

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 Lord 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]

​

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

---

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.

 

[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

---

It was only a moment before the enemy showed themselves.

<<"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.">>

Illithor waved his and over the holo terminal replying to the challenge. <<"Hello Captain Ravik Vane & the Void's Hunger. You have two options, leave, or be driven off. Your choice.">> ending the transmission as fast as he started.

He turned to the crew "Deploy all fighters & ready HMP's to support Demveath & the rest of the fleet. Ready to open fire with everything, the station is prime target for occupation."

From the hangers a small amount of Vultures emerged, but a large amount of HMP's either armed to the teeth of various missiles, like buzz droid, etc. or with droids to deploy into enemy hangers. The battle waited for that spark.

 

[Demveath Okamsiu]

Objective II - Capturing the Hive (Boarding Action | Stealth or Loud)
Tags: Defender of the Lost

Raider's
Razer
Shadow

---

Out of hyperspace dropped her two Raider's heading for the station as Illithor Du'thra 's ships press the attack.

Both were given by Darth Rasnuhl to see her start to build her families fortunes again. She quickly painted them black with two burgundy stripes. And then a myriad of white Sith words comprising of her spell work imbuing the vessel with the help of Darth Rasnuhls sorcerers.

In the bay Demveath, wearing parts of the same white armor Darth Rasnuhls troops wear. Along with her own black robes paced in front of the Zabrak troops that were under her command, along with one of the battalions of B1's Illithor had provided. "Troops, we shall soon land in the space stations hangers. The objective is simple, disable enemy droids & turrets, capture or destroy resistance. The station is to be occupied for House Okamsiu."

The ships passed by their ally before the imperial LAAT's left to ferry their cargo into the stations bays.

Demveath's shuttle landed in the shipyard bay first, she hopped out igniting her blood red lightsaber deflecting a few laser bolts before firing an ion pistol disabling a droid. The troopers just a step behind as her shuttle left and a couple more did the same maneuver right behind her, combat for the first time in ages had begun.

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

Objective: III - Dressing the Carcass

Current Outfit

Hilal wondered why Akiya Orime never attended her Birthday Party despite giving her an invitation. She tried contacting Akiya on numerous occasions only to receive no answers. Eventually Hilal gave up assuming that Akiya was very busy with whatever she was doing for a job. Every time Hilal would inquire about Akiya's work, she would be very vague about it. Which was why Hilal was shocked one day to get a message by Akiya asking for her help at Hast. Hilal jumped at the chance wanting to reunite with her friend again though the moment Hilal entered Hast, she quickly realized that she was in a warzone.

"Can't get any news on the Tion Cluster," Hilal muttered landing her starship inside of the city. "The Empire has been sweeping the area that they've ceased all comms."

And replacing with their own propaganda. Hilal didn't care much for the Empire though she wondered if they'll hire her as a Bounty Hunter. Historically Mandalorians and Imperials worked together with the occasional skirmish depending who was leading the Mandalorians. "Akiya!" Hilal smiled hugging her back. "It's been so long! What happened? I've been trying to call you ever since you missed my Birthday!"

 

[Lady Varokscar]

Location: Hast - Shipyards
Objective: II {Capturing the Hive}
Gear: In Sig
Tags: Open

There were two options, both designed for success, to capture the old Republic shipyards: through stealth or by full frontal assault. I opted for the route of stealth; it seemed more reasonable and less chaotic than attacking straightaway. And, as the galaxy determined for my species, gave us Mortuss a unique ability, without the need of technology to render ourselves invisible. I opted to take a very small group, four in total, with me to obtain the central control center; smaller groups attracted less attention; the mantra of stealth.

Patiently we waited for the groups to conduct their own agendas, mainly those foolish enough to charge in like a raging rancor, to orchestrate a distraction. We positioned ourselves near one of the exhaust vents. According to the schematics, the vents ran like an underground tunnel system that connected all throughout the shipyard, and where large enough for us to move without much physical exertion and restrictions. Unfortunately, the ventilation system harbored no direct link to the objective, which posed little problems, outside of time consumption, so we would have to adhere to joining, or linking, routes. The upside, we would avoid most of the security droids patrolling the shipyards relentlessly, a problem for those electing the hero's way.

With five quick revolutions, the bolts on the vent's grate were removed, the rustic grate itself collected, and quietly placed to the side. I stepped in first, my heightened vision and hearing bestowing us the advantage, to lead the group through the first of the few tunnels we would traverse. Surprisingly, the lighting contained within was functional enough to cast usable illumination, the need for the electric torches rendered obsolete. Quietly, and in single file line, we began our journey.

 

[Defender of the Lost]

​

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 x3

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

Busy Uglies x180

---

<<"Hello Captain Ravik Vane & the Void's Hunger. You have two options, leave, or be driven off. Your choice.">>

Captain Ravik Vane smirked as the transmission from Illithor cut off abruptly. His boots echoed off the durasteel surface as he walked towards the viewports looking toward the Imperial fleet. "Well, isn't that charmin'," Ravik muttered, their voice carrying a mixture of amusement and challenge. "Seems they're in a hurry to die. I can respect that."

He tilted his head upwards to view the dangling tactical droid, its form sparking slightly as it processed all of the information available. "What's the status of their deployment?"

The droid's eyes flickered to life, <<They have deployed separatist vulture droids. However, their model numbers are not in my record. Secondary separatist heavy missile platforms are equipped with anti-capital and boarding operations. Current fleet configuration suggests occupation tactics. Advisory: countermeasures required immediately.>>

Ravik tilted their head back down. "Occupation, eh? Cute. But they've underestimated us. Get the crew prepped. I want every ion cannon and turbo-laser operational."

A shout echoed from the rear of the bridge: "Orders, Captain?"

"I want the frigates to flank their swarm. Let 'em soak up the heat and thin the herd. The corvettes will focus on keeping those Vultures and HMPs off our fighters." Ravik said circling the main holotable. Ravik gestured to the tactical droid, its sensors humming as it processed the orders. "Charge the beam cannon and target the ship next to their command ship. Make it a spectacle. If they want occupation, let's send them a message carved in plasma and fire. Oh, and let the pirates aboard the station know they've got company."

The bridge crew erupted into motion, relaying commands across the ancient ship's battered systems. Klaxons blared as pirate crews scrambled to their stations. The tactical droid's monotone voice cut through the chaos. <<Probability of success in direct engagement: 28.56%. Recommendation: tactical withdrawal remains optimal.>>

"Optimal's for politicians and cowards. We're pirates." Ravik said with a launch before pressing a button to connect him to comms. "To all vessels protecting Ruemp: this is Captain Vane. The Void's Hunger will lead this assault. Strike hard, strike fast, and take no prisoners. Let's show 'em what happens when they dare challenge us." He pressed a second button, sending a message to the Imperial command ship. "You want a spark?" Ravik grinned under his armored mask. "I'll give you a star goin' nova."

Within seconds the pirate fleet moved like anoobas readying for the kill. The frigates shifted into position, their turbolasers buzzing as they waited for their enemy to charge in. The corvette's shields shimmered as their engines grew hotted waiting to dart through whatever chaos came at them. The proton beam cannon began to charge, its deep hum reverberating through the Void's Hunger like the growl of an awakening beast.

Ravik's voice echoed through the ship as the charging weapon illuminated the bridge in an eerie orange glow. "Fire the beam when they launch their assault. Make it count." The Void's Hunger prepared to unleash its fury, and Ravik stood at the helm, ready to make the imperial fleet regret the day they crossed paths with the pirate lord and his fleet of misfits and relics.

 

[Baron Von Nuked]

​

OBJECTIVE... 2... LOADING... CAPTURING THE HIVE
TAGS: CT-2282 "Justice" | Demveath Okamsiu | Lady Varokscar

---

Word came quickly from the Void's Hunger that they'd be expecting company. Unfortunately, it came at the same time that Imperial LAATs came through the hangar's shield. These pirates were armed to the teeth, but they weren't expecting a secondary assault, which caught them off guard.

After a brutal first contact with Okamisu and their organic troops and B1 droids, the remaining pirates began to dig in. They hid behind heavy cargo crates, derelict shuttles, or whatever they could find that wasn't thin as bantha hair.

In the control room...

Commander Jorath Krynn, a former imperial turned rogue, watched as his precious shipyard fortress was breached. Not by brute force, or explosives, but by gunships that just waltzed into an opened hangar. He turned around; his old battle armor chest piece marked with the symbol of the Void's Hunger seemed to darken a pirate's control station. "Jameson, didn't I tell you to lock those doors down after the uglies took flight?" He said with a ruthless and quiet tone.

"Y-Yes sir, you did." a scared voice replied.

"I thought so." In a flash, Jorath unholstered his blaster pistol and put three bolts into the back of his useless subordinate. "Get those doors closed, deploy the droids, turrets, and every other lowlife on this station. Cut the hangar and its bordering sections to emergency lighting only, our boys fight better in the dark. If my gut is telling me anything, there are more than these. Keep the patrols up but divert most everyone to the hangar."

He pushed Jameson's slumped body out of the chair and pressed a button connecting him to the station's PA system. <<"Welcome to my station, Imperials. I hope you enjoy your stay—it'll be a short one.">> He ended the message as quickly as he had started it. He walked back to his center podium, watching all of the cameras.

Back in the hangar...

Suddenly, the hangar bay doors began to close. Then, the lights went out, and just as quickly, red emergency lights came on. Everything seemed to quiet down as pirates used this instance to draw further away from the Imperials and their deadly force user. Then the sound of distant clanging could be heard, backup was coming, and it was only a matter of time before it arrived. The pirates braced themselves for a fight.

Spoiler: TL;DR

Hangar pirates were murdered and became dug in.

The station commander, an ex-imperial, issued orders to close the hangar doors, reduce the hangar to emergency lights and send reinforcements to the hangar. The bots are coming.

Feeling like something or someone ( Lady Varokscar ) might be using the chaos to sneak around order that patrols stay patrolling. But other than that hasn't noticed anything untoward.

 

[CT-2282 "Justice"]

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

Lady Varokscar would sense the clone's bewilderment as soon as she entered the shuttle with the rest of her team. He tried to discreetly look her over from his seat during the journey towards the shipyard, wondering who she was and what the hell someone that looked that scary could do. There wasn't a line in his conversation starter handbook that fit the situation of sitting next to someone who could cut his head off in an instant. Instead, he stayed quiet, letting her brief the squad about their objectives as they got underway.

While the main boarding force of stormtrooper forces and Imperial Paragons started to battle the N5s in the station's corridors, they climbed into the vents with Justice having to squeeze through the narrowing hallways these shafts wouldn't be used to vent them back into the blackness of space. "The things I do for this government..." Then the announcement from some anonymous pompous self-styled warlord came over the intercom, making Justice grit his teeth as he hoped the man wasn't right.

Lady Varokscar

 

[Lady Varokscar]

Location: Hast - Shipyards
Objective: II {Capturing the Hive}
Gear: In Sig
Tags: CT-2282 "Justice" / Baron Von Nuked

The smells of the tunnels were less than ideal, assaulting our senses with every step we took. Oil residue mixed with stagnant water sloshed around our feet, creeping critters and crawlers dashed next to us, and overhead, while from time to time, we would catch something slithering through the foul liquids. It was abundantly clear to me that the tunnel system was rarely used, or rather have been abandoned to Father Time, judging by the state of the underground system.

Silently we moved through the tunnels best we could, trying desperately to muffle the splashing sounds, all the while listening for any signs of the enemy above. The tunnels were solid, constructed with a fascinating articulate mind, that was nearly soundproof; if we couldn't hear movement above, they couldn't hear movement below. But I wasn't taking any chances, it only took one sound to alert the enemy, and in these tight quarters, we would be at the disadvantage.

Suddenly without warning, the lights in the tunnel went out, casting an eerie darkness around us, pausing our advance. Before we could withdraw the torches, red lights flashed on, adding an ambience to an already unsuspecting situation. Had we triggered some silent alarm in the tunnels, or did we fail to observe our area more closely, missing hidden cameras that have been tracking our movements since the start? The answer came booming through unseen speakers, a voice decreeing we were not welcome.

So much for the element of surprise. We needed to move from this cylinder tunnel, where we walked in one singular line, to an area better suited for combat. There was no doubt in my mind we would be having company soon.

 

[Hanna]

Location: Hast Shipyards
Objective: II - Capturing the Hive
Tag: CT-2282 "Justice" Lady Varokscar Baron Von Nuked

The orders of a High Inquisitor could not be refused. In fact, to be chosen directly to partake in a special operation by an eminent figure in the Empire, especially as a low-ranked Auxiliary operative, was an honor. However, it was an honor that Hanna nearly forgot about as she made her way through the rancid vents under the shipyards, a grimace stretched across her features as she tried her best to keep her hover skates out of the stagnant, murky water. Although the skates had a total waterproof construction, the Qilin was not eager to test the limits of such expensive, advanced equipment, for fear of having to replace it. As an Auxiliary, the expense of doing so would likely have to come out of her own pocket.

Still, even in this case, the skates were proving their value by allowing Hanna to hover gracefully over the filthy water, rather than having to wade through it like the others. As a result, the Qilin remained quite clean, her bodysuit unspoiled by sewage or muck.

She casted brief glances toward the others, all of whom she had acquainted herself with prior to the mission. The High Inquisitor, a gray-skinned female Mortuss with a piercing quartet of crimson eyes, led the group. The woman was followed closely by the Fett clone—Justice—who was clad in dark paratrooper armor painted with distinct yellow highlights.

However, before Hanna could glance at the remaining member of the group, the lights inside the tunnel cut out, shrouding the vents in darkness before red lights bathed the area in crimson illumination. Nevertheless, her helmet automatically switched to low-light vision, allowing the Qilin to maintain awareness of her surroundings. However, with the voice that came booming through the shipyards’ PA system, Hanna felt an ominous sensation, her eyes blinking rapidly as she scanned the vents. If the group hadn’t been detected yet, they soon would be.

“We need to look for cameras and sensors.” Hanna called out. However, the Qilin knew that it was not a foolproof strategy, especially if the said devices were cleverly hidden.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Hanna’s FAE/A-01 “Fulminatrix” Combat Bodysuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • LPD-49 Astrapi Miniaturized Static Blaster - R
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade - L
  • Boots
    
    • FAE/P-02 Energized Jump Skates
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Breshig War Forge Consolidated LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol (2)
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • 20 Round Magazine (4) - Bronzium FMJ
    • 20 Round Magazine (4) - Alternating AP and HE
    • Power Pack (4)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Reflec Coating
• Phase I Sword of Eve
• Class-A Thermal Detonator (2)

 

[CT-2282 "Justice"]

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

It looked like they were at a crossroads, either take it slow and search out every nook and crany for bugs and cameras or surge ahead and try to stay out of the killzone. There would have to be a solution soon or they eventually would be found out and hunted down. Justice's voice box in his helmet sparked to life as he made the decision for them. "Its not the camera's and sensors I'm worried about, its being too slow... They are going to catch on before long and figure out where we are, with or without help."

After thinking for a moment, Justice stood aside, gesturing for the purple haired humanoid (Hanna he remembered from the briefing) in the bodysuit and skates to push past him. "Mind scouting ahead for us? You are probably the fastest among us four. Once you find the best exit path, you can guide us all through it." It was the best way to get this show on the road. The more they twiddled their thumbs here, the more Imperial soldiers died out there. He just hoped the High Inquisitor shared the same sentiments.

Lady Varokscar Hanna

 

[Akiya Orime]

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

Guilt pulsed within Akita's thoughts as Hilal mentioned an invitation to a party for her birthday. Had she been so busy on the Verum project that she had missed it? Had someone kept the invitation from her? She thought that her "employers" had loosened their grip since the death of the Emperor, but maybe the grip merely became less visible. The Tanes and their agents were good at acting friendly, but Akiya was always suspicious.

"I am sorry about the party Lal. I will make it up to you I swear," the promise came with a bit of a blush. Akiya would do anything for Hilal. She wasn't sure everything would be acceptable.

"Working for Grandmaster Tane almost seemed pleasant. Seems like their was still a degree of slavery I had not detected. Now the Empress has claimed my leash and she may be worse than her father. Seems she desires to make me strong." Akiya sighed and looked at Hilal longingly.

"At least this cray mission has enabled us to meet up again. It has been too long. So master bounty hunter any ideas how to find the best spot to unleash the toxin and kill the crime lord? I wish I could just let you kill him, but the Empress would probably view that as week."

 

[Hugo Cordes]

OBJECTIVE: 1
TAG: Illithor Du'thra Defender of the Lost

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Commander sat in his AI-control bridge chair, elbows on the sides, bis fingers interlocked. His thoughts were racing with the same intensity as the hyper blue stripes outside the ship.

Due to diligent work of the NISB, they did have the intel about the 'Substantial Weapon Upgrade' of the old Imperial Star Destroyer. He did not like this.
But he was grateful it was not Defense Upgrade.. for that would make all this much more confusing and uncertain.

Star Destroyer models of the Palpatine era, were pretty straight forward, when it came to both defense and offense. This new 'Weapon', either must be upgrade of the existing surface cannons, or an add-on of a singular extremely destructive weapon. Like its been done during First Order era.
There was simply no other options, unless you'd tare the ship and start rebuilding it, on certain parts. Which he highly doubted these 'outlaws' were capable of. Even with the shadow of Hast Shipyard on their disposal.

Upgrade of the defenses however, that would be much bigger problem. But luckily, those same weakness are still there. Weaknesses, that even his cherished Heavy Cruiser Iron Maiden possessed.

Exposed shield generators.

<<We are approaching our destination, Commander Cordes. Drop out of hyper speed, in 30 seconds.>> Female voice of the AI Zeus II, proclaimed..
<<Is your command still the same?>> she asked, with pleasant emotionless.

After arrival of the Illithor Du'thra in to the Hast space, Hugo received the readout of it. Knowing his colleagues positioning, against the station and shipyard.
Hugo waited for several minutes, before issuing orders, and entered in to hyperspace himself.

"Yes, orders are the same. Alert the crew of our imminent arrival" he said in commanding, but calm voice. As the blue lines slowly disappeared, showing the space battle deployment, which already begone.

His Tyrant III Class Heavy Cruiser, was aimed nose in to the Imperial fleet, as well as slowly moving enemies Star Destroyer. He was looking at both their flanks.

"Our 'Stealth Squadron', green light" he told Zeus, placing his left forearm around his stomach, and his right elbow on to it.. his right hand fingers brushing his chin, as he observed.

That very second, from the right side hanger of the Iron Maiden, 12 Stealth Interceptors flown out, followed by the 2 Stealth Reapers.
Onboard Reapers, two teams of Imperial Special Forces sat silently, clad in their black armors, with their rifles between their knees.

The whole squadron was fully cloaked and invisible. They moved under the Iron Maiden, and toward the enemy Destroyer.

"Zeus. Open fire from our entire Portside. Shields up at the Bow. Fire at the enemies Frigates and Corvettes."
Tyrant III, despite being a Cruiser, was build as a very hard ship. Hugo knew that it can take the fire. As long as the 'Upgraded Weapon', was not the broadside cannons of that Star Destroyer.

That was a bet and chance that he had to take, in the theater of war.

"Fire trajectory high, to avoid any accidental disruption of our squadrons cloak mechanism." which was by now half way toward the Star Destroyer. Flying very low, avoiding any of the deployed vessels.

<<Fire trajectory updated>>

"If their smaller fighters start engaging us.. use Short Burst Projectiles, fire between the cluster of several fighters. It will damage each one, and slow them down, after which we can finish them.

Give word to second squadron(7) of our Heavy Tie's to be ready. They will be deployed soon." Hugo placed his hands on his back, observing the beautiful image of missiles and torpedoes being fired from Tyrant's huge cannon arsenal.

His cloaked Squadron had a specific mission in place. And once or if successful, the heavy Tie Defenders will be deployed to unleash their heavy payload on a certain part of the, great old, Imperial Beast​

 

[Lady Varokscar]

Location: Hast - Shipyards
Objective: II {Capturing the Hive}
Gear: In Sig
Tags: CT-2282 "Justice" / Hanna

The young female Qilin, Hanna was her name if memory served me accurately, was quick on the draw; already assessing the situation regarding cameras and sensors. Both needed to be removed posthaste. The enemy could track us through technology, and we were at their mercy. The other, Justice was his call sign, was ready to discard the camera and sensors in favor of rushing blindly sending out a scout, Hanna being his suggestion. Both were correct, only one needed to be addressed immediately.

"You two," I said, my eyes roaming between the soldier and the magenta hair colored girl, "Begin looking for cameras and sensors, disable them forthright. Leave nothing to chance, even if they appear non-operational, remove them from the equation anyway. I will scout ahead, just be ready to act instantly."

Quickly I spun around, running ahead in the tunnel; and as I did, my body slowly disappeared, rendering me invisible. I can remain invisible for a few minutes, and a few minutes was all I needed. Reaching the end of the tunnel, where it spewed the rancid water into a massive chamber, with three other tunnels extended outward leading in different directions, where the lower portion of the chamber resembled a large cistern, where repugnant water was processed through a filtration system: before spiraling through a grated flooring.

From beyond the left tunnel, the eastern direction, clanking sounds reverberated from further down. Droids? Armored troopers, whose heavy boots clanged against the metal tunneled flooring? This was not the ideal situation to make a stand, though it did outweigh the other option, fighting in a constrained tunnel. My invisibility wore off, and I removed the hilt from my hip.

"We're about to be officially greeted," I yelled down the tunnel in the direction of the others, igniting my blade in the process.

 

[Hanna]

Location: Hast Shipyards
Objective: II - Capturing the Hive
Tag: CT-2282 "Justice" Lady Varokscar

Hanna gave Justice a slight nod in response to his request. The clone’s reasoning seemed sound to her, but when the High Inquisitor spoke to supersede his request, the Qilin was compelled to follow her directive instead.

“It will be done, High Inquisitor.” Hanna replied. At that point, the Qilin drew her shatter pistols from their place on her hips, both of which were loaded with alternating armor-piercing and high-explosive rounds in their magazines—ideal for destroying matériel and engaging armored targets. Then, she turned towards Justice, her features wide with concentration and focus.

“I will comb the left side of the tunnel as we advance.” Hanna stated, expecting that Justice would handle the opposite side in turn. With that, the Qilin primed the energy scanners in her helmet and started her way down the tunnel as the High Inquisitor raced past. “Initiating sensor sweep.” The Qilin spoke aloud, at which point her HUD lit up with contacts from various sources. Hanna filtered through each of them in sequence, while calibrating her sensors to scan for energy emissions or wavelengths which might indicate scanner activity.

“I have a contact. Camera ahead.” Hanna spoke up. Then, the Qilin leveled one of the shatter pistols towards the camera in question and squeezed the trigger. The camera was immediately blown apart, before what was left of the device careened down into the murky water and landed with a wet plop. She picked out another camera only a few moments later, which she immediately shot down to much the same effect.

It was only then that her sensors picked up contacts distinct from the energy signatures she had been reading.

"We're about to be officially greeted," I yelled down the tunnel in the direction of the others, igniting my blade in the process.

“Verifying unidentified sentient lifeform and droid signatures on sensors. Let’s get down there, Justice!” Hanna called out to the clone. The Qilin sank her hips low, before taking off towards the end of the tunnel, her repulsorlift skates propelling her over the water at a blistering clip as she drove thrust from one skate, then the other in rhythmic fashion. She arrived at the chamber only seconds later, drifting to a halt as she slid into cover behind a nearby pillar and brought her shatter pistols to bear in the direction of the lifeform signatures.

“I count five...six...nine...ten sensor contacts!” Hanna transmitted over the squad’s shared comm channel. “A full squad.” The Qilin growled. They were outnumbered more than three-to-one, but knowing that there was a High Inquisitor on her side, she did not fear for their odds.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Hanna’s FAE/A-01 “Fulminatrix” Combat Bodysuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • LPD-49 Astrapi Miniaturized Static Blaster - R
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade - L
  • Boots
    
    • FAE/P-02 Energized Jump Skates
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Breshig War Forge Consolidated LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol (2)
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • 20 Round Magazine (4) - Bronzium FMJ
    • 20 Round Magazine (4) - Alternating AP and HE
    • Power Pack (4)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Reflec Coating
• Phase I Sword of Eve
• Class-A Thermal Detonator (2)