Dominion Hope comes as a Boon (OPA Dominion of Farboon Hex)

[Arryn Jhanson]

OUTER PLANETS ALLIANCE
DOMINION OF FARBOON HEX
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Objective One:
Rescue Arryn Jhanson from Imperial holding, and escort him and his weapons shipment back to Alliance Command.

Description:
The Outer Rim is vast and considered to be home to various kinds of people, those of numerous cultures and backgrounds, not all who would be considered honest and true. Arryn Jhanson happens to be one such person, a privateer and freelancer whose trade is the making of firearms and ground-based vehicles; This renegade Outlaw was making his way towards Alliance Space when his ship “The NOMAD” was intercepted by an Imperial Star Destroyer, impounded and the man taken into custody.

As dangers never seem to cease and the tension between the Outer Planets Alliance and the remnants of the First Order continue to escalate, Alliance Command wants that weapons shipment for the future arming of it’s people to stand against the forces of evil. As such, having received his distress signal before the NOMAD’s comm’s went dead, Command has issued the order for a Strike against the Star Destroyer, in the bid to cripple the Imperial presence there, as well as bring the arms dealer back into Alliance Territory.

Objective Two:
Assault the exposed Cultist Outpost on Farboon.

Description:
Intelligence discovered during the raid on Mustafar recently has exposed a hidden cultist outpost on the world of Farboon. These loyalists to the Sith Empire and the Imperial Regime have been using this location to make trouble for Alliance movements across the sector, taking to their fleet with tactics of guerrilla warfare, in order to destabilize the region as much as possible. This cannot be allowed to continue.

Alliance Command has given the word, whether a Judge, a Jedi or a Soldier; take the fight to Farboon for those lost and those at risk by the threat of this imperialist nuisance. Infiltrate the compound by any means necessary and apprehend or eliminate the Cultist presence once and for all…-But be warned, intelligence also suggests that there may be a Sith presence, acolytes of the Dark Side awaiting on Farboon.

Objective Three: (Optional)
Establish a source from which criminal activities may flow (Exclusive to Smugglers & Outlaws).

Description:
Farboon is a relatively quiet world when it comes to calling the attention of authorities and greater galactic powers across the charts. Since the fall of the ancient Galactic Empire, there hasn’t been an incident in the sector significant enough to make Holonet headlines, making this a perfect spot for Outlaws to take advantage.

The Outer Rim is known to all sorts of scum and villainy, and some of you might be among the best of them! As such, why let an opportunity go to waste. Secure a piece of the pie for your own sake, the Capital, Farboon City has all manner of goods coming and going from the market and commerce districts; surely a quiet hideaway here could benefit your pocket in the future.

Objective Four: Bring Your Own Objective.

 

[Arryn Jhanson]

Starship: The "NOMAD" Heavy Freighter (Impounded).
Location: Aboard “The Matriarch” Imperial Star Destroyer.

Hanging from the wall, his wrists cuffed to the cold durasteel and painfully carrying his body weight, feet unable to touch the floor, it was safe to say that Arryn Jhanson’s luck had finally taken a turn on him.

After his visit to Tatooine and a rather fortunate run-in with the intriguing and attractive Tadietti Tann , Ajay had taken on a new job, a shipment of fire-arms and munitions for a new contact within the Outer Planets Alliance upper hierarchy. Typically, Arryn was smart enough to know better than to work with Government sorts, however the credits for this run had been too difficult to turn away.

Naturally, had he known that the offer would see him strung up and interrogated for information on the Alliance’s movements and naval capital, he’d have sooner stayed on that ol’ dust-ball with the twi’lek and her group of assassins.

“Pfah!” His head was shunted to the right, mouth open and blood spraying as a couple of his teeth gave way against the pressure of the Imperial Officers right hand. Let it never be said that he couldn’t take a punch; though this was getting a bit much. Hanging his head, his hair falling to cover his eyes, his captors didn’t seem to take too much interest in his fading consciousness.

“Why are you here!?!” The Officer lunged with another heavy throw, his fist curling into the pit of Arryn’s stomach, forcing him to sputter and cough in agony.

“I told you, I’m not one of ‘em. I’m just here on a bloody job”. There was no sense in lying, as they already had his ship in one of their hangers, no doubt going through an inspection over the four vast cargo containers. What they’d find should they get through his security, a plethora of weapons and armaments worth tens of thousands of credits.

“I’m growing tired of your lies, Scum…” The Officer turned to one of the Troopers at the entrance to the interrogation room; “Keep at him, soften him up but I want him alive for my return”.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective 2: Cultists
Allies: OPA
Enemies: Cultists

So these trips to Hoth and later, Mustafar, ended up being fruitful. But the Mustafar operation only worked because the Mustafarian rebels were successful in making their junction at the Obsidian Gates: the Crimson Troopers were so busy with the Mustafarian rebels that she could slip past and steal data. However, Janick would still harbor hope that these cultists would be... less paranoid. After all, she did display a dark side aura, so that guise of being some Ren refugee previously in service on Varonat as some cybersecurity expert on the run from the OPA could potentially work. It was the reason why she came to the Metharian Nebula, and on Farboon, before anyone else: being seen with other OPA elements would compromise her own cover. And, to get there, she needs to be careful about what she could be saying, especially when the First Order remnants were involved. As she arrived incognito...

"State your request"

"Thank Sieger for this safe house on Farboon: the Dosuun Hegemony has fallen, and Mustafar with it. The OPA wants to capture me, or kill me even"

 

[Shira Varanin]

Objective 2
CC: Janick Beauchamp

Shira fell through the clouds at two hundred KPH, limbs out for maximum drag. She had an emergency repulsor belt, but Central Tasking figured something about the cloud composition decreased its reliability from 99.999% to a mere 99.2%. Ergo, they'd sent Shira, who'd hit terminal velocity off the side of Cloud City a dozen times and landed it.

Most Jedi could touch down, hard but uninjured, from a high fall. Doing it from this kind of speed took dedicated training and a degree of specialization. As the cloud vapor soaked her, Shira called on the Force as hard as she could manage and began to slow her descent. The clouds parted, revealing the CNO militant camp on a craggy hillside.

Her boots hit the ground smack in the middle of the camp.

Snap-hiss.

 

[Sol Stazi]

ALLIANCE STEALTH U-WING
FARBOON SYSTEM
OPERATION BAILOUT
Arryn Jhanson | Sinestra ​

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"Final approach," Major Sol Stazi relayed over squad comms, "Touch down in ten."

Moment of truth.

He hoped from the pilot's calm demeanor that their chances of detection were as negligible as he'd been assured. This shuttle and its twin were the last Incom stealth transports still in the OPA's possession. Supposedly ORION already had a man on the star destroyer who would help conceal their approach. Sol wasn't holding his breath. Never trust a spy when a trooper would do.

"Equipment check."

He wasn't used to the bulky old SpaceOps armor and wished for his Partisan fatigues but knew he'd be glad he brought his own oxygen supply. The Firelance in his hands however was an old friend. On this mission it felt like his only one. The duros had wanted to use his own team but command insisted on this being an all star outfit so now he was stuck with a mix of commandos, mercs, and space wizards. Whoever they were extracting must be a Big Deal to the Alliance.

 

[Kingsley]

Objective 3
The Most Interesting Bird in the Galaxy

"That's Emperor Kingsley to you!"

"Utinni!"

He backhanded his jawa first mate off the stolen Lambda shuttle's co-pilot seat for the little creature's insolence. At last he was about to get the respect, admiration and most importantly money that he so richly deserved. The bulk freighter captain could barely remember winning a spice baron's palace on Farboon in a game of high stakes sabacc. He'd been pretty wasted at the time.

Nothing a little hair of the wookiee wouldn't cure.

"Here we are you little cretins," he called out to his jawa crewmates, "Home sweet...home."

To call Farboon's capital rustic was putting it nicely. To his surprise Kingsley hadn't been able to find much information about Farboon in his ship databanks and now he was beginning to understand why. Still a palace was a palace and at least the weather seemed nice. Ignoring the spaceport the smuggler weaved his Lambda on a direct course for the coordinates he'd been given and parked right outside the outer walls.

It was a palace alright. Hutt design by the looks of it. Overwhelmed by certainty of his imminent wealth and status Kingsley threw open the front doors. His eyes grew wide first in joy and then in disbelief.

"Dank ferrik," the birdman muttered to himself, "I'm screwed."

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective 2: Cultists
Allies: OPA Shira Varanin
Enemies: Cultists

"Looks like the OPA has air-dropped an advance party" another CNO cultist warned Janick.

"We have to secure the data backups and prevent the originals from falling under their hands!"

While the cultists would be too busy dealing with Shira and OPA reinforcements to come later, I can slip past and, as I claimed to these cultists, "secure the data backups", not suspecting that the backups will fall under OPA hands once this is all over, she thought, while realizing the CNO and the ex-Ren that were part of the CNO camp on Farboon had little interest in cybersecurity. Not that they couldn't afford it, just that, as usual for dark-siders, they assumed their enemies would have no more interest in slicing than they themselves did. Unfortunately, most Ren's idea of cybersecurity could be summed up in four items: on-premise infrastructure, intensive silos, backups and two-factor authentication. However, most contingency plans they had for when their systems administrators were killed (in action or otherwise) implied the need for emergency maintenance, allowing an outside party, such as a cybersecurity consultant, temporary access so that operations can resume as normal. And it was precisely what Janick used to get inside the camp's network and, from the eyes of the CNO, get the data backups to safety (even though Janick actually had a different idea of what to do with the backups).

 

[Sinestra]

Aboard the Imperial Star Destroyer
Operation Bailout

As a former FOSB agent, Jude found with ease the procurement of up-to-date Stormtrooper armor and identity. After all, internal monitoring based on the good ol' dogma of 'trust, but verify' still held hands tight with any imperial worth his epaulet. This time around, Jude wasn't tasked with the internal security of an imperial element but easing the boarding actions by a task forced aimed at freeing some key OPA fella from the confines of the ship's prison.

To do that, he relied on the simplest methods in the book - create a 'natural' distraction.

A deliberate mismatch of wiring short circuited in one section of the ship activating a ship-wide fire emergency. While 'this is not a drill' dryly resounded over the PA, the fake stormtrooper remained alone in the empty corridor of a section of the ship where the strike force were to make entry.

Sol Stazi

 

[Eldin Daine]

Aboard the Imperial Star Destroyer
Operation Bailout
Sol Stazi | Sinestra | Arryn Jhanson
Mood Music

Standing waiting for the signal for the strike force to enter, Eldin slide a hand down between his legs and tugged at the SpaceOps armour it was a little tight around the crotch area, the boys were uncomfortable. He could hear the alarm going off, and the sooner they were on the move the better. Whoever it was they were here to bust out, had to be important, they had better be important cause this was highly dangerous mission and the percentages of Wave Riders plan succeeding were low. The signal was given to move out and Eldin was the third to enter the grey metal stark corridor.

So far the distraction appeared to be working.

A pistol in hand and another on his hip, he approached Jude and gave him a nod and a shake of the leg indicating he was ready.

"Which way?", these ships were big, vast, and Eldin's first time being on one.

 

[Arryn Jhanson]

Starship: The "NOMAD" Heavy Freighter (Impounded).
Location: Aboard “The Matriarch” Imperial Star Destroyer.
Tags: Sinestra | Sol Stazi | Eldin Daine

Imperial hospitality wasn't the good time it was made out to be in their propaganda holo-vids. Being strung up like a bantha steak over a grill, It was safe to say that Arryn would have quite happily gone without their company. From the very looks of him, he'd been dealt a thorough beating by the time the call went out for any troopers nearby to assist in the emergency situation that was occurring on the deck below. Apparently a fire had broken out, and the intercom called across the station for emergency procedures being put in place. Whatever Imperial procedures were, Arryn wasn't about to argue the benefit of a break in his overly enthusiastic interrogator.

As the Stormtrooper left the holding cell, Ajay had little choice but to hang about. His wrists locked to the wall via cufflinks, it all seemed very medieval, yet left an impression and no doubt got results. The Imperials had thus far managed to get some information out of him, for which Arryn wasn't necessarily proud of but then again, these Alliance folks were just a job like any other...Right? He wasn't anyone special in the over-all fight between rebels, rogues and the Sith Empire. Hell, he himself was one to skate between the law in order to make a quick credit chip; but then he was also rather good at negotiating a good underground trade, as well as getting his hands on high profile firearms the likes of which the NOMAD carried. Frankly, any rescue attempt would have been better off just going for the Freighter and leaving him to the Imps, as far as he was concerned, so naturally there was no need to think twice about a fire outbreak and any sort of sabotage or the appearance of a savior. His had always been an isolated, independent way of life.

 

[Shira Varanin]

Objective 2
CC: Janick Beauchamp

Whether Sith terrorists counted as people, life worth preserving, was an open question in Shira's head. Was there anything ethically wrong with putting herself in a position where they were guaranteed to attack and die? Maybe. It unnerved her just like the question of how many future lives she saved each time she killed a terrorist.

Part of what made her feel sick was the ease of it. Her blue lightstaff spun like some industrial machine, uncompromising and merciless. Within thirty seconds there were five dead bodies around her and more on the way.

Jedi oaths or not, this life wasn't tenable. She'd resisted that thought before. Right now she didn't have the necessary brainpower for self-deception. Too much of her focus had to stay here and now. On killing.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective 2: Cultists
Allies: OPA Shira Varanin
Enemies: Cultists

While the CNO cultists were caught off-guard when Shira dropped in, causing a few of them to get killed, the losses caused more of the security to be diverted to deal with what they deemed to be an intrusion. To be fair, the CNO suffered heavy losses over the past few months, from Faldos to even Mustafar, and some of their supporters were called in on Kintan or Mandalore, so while there still were cultists around, they weren't the same as those fought in the Anoat sector. These cultists, while they may have been supported by the Sith on the other end of the galaxy, were supported mostly logistically, but what computer systems the Sith supplied them, delivered to them as an on-premise, turnkey, if second-hand, solution, were too similar to what was used on Kadavo or Rhen Var for Janick not to be able to penetrate the system under the guise of emergency maintenance. With that said, she created a new user profile with administrator privileges, and then proceeds to penetrate the password management system under the guise of troubleshooting issues with it as they arise in making emergency backups. Said system would likely affect all the passwords protecting datafiles, and who can access what.

 

[Shira Varanin]

Objective 2

The CNO encampment went, eventually, quiet apart from a leftover sizzling. Shira put away her lightstaff, trying not to look at the dozen or so bodies strewn around the terrorist outpost. The whole place stank of burnt meat. By now her hands would have been shaking if they weren't made of metal. She tucked them into her armpits, a closed-in posture, and picked her way through the now-desolate site.

She'd met Janick Beauchamp several times, fought alongside her, and recognized her despite the disguise. Who else would have sneaked into a CNO camp to do some slicing? Shira approached carefully, staying visible. Beauchamp might be an ally, but she was also a Darksider in what had been enemy territory until thirty seconds ago.

"It's done," she said dully. "The killing part of it, anyway. What you got there, Beauchamp? Find anything useful yet?"

 

[Kimiko Taiyou]

Objective 2
Allies: Shira Varanin | Janick Beauchamp

The campaigns continued, stretching an already exhausted imperial force to the next target. The people back home were restless. Whispers of revolt, or worse. Even with Lord Fyre, he was no politician the locals looked up to.

The Empress however, continued on. Her goals and desires, ambitions and dreams guided her path forward.

Now, the deployed Sakuran battlegroup found themselves in battle against another imperial holdout. Alliance Command issued orders shortly after arriving in-system and the Commander immediately went about distributing forces appropriately.

While the SIN Ngata and supporting vessels went to support the retrieval of a high value Alliance individual, the majority of the battle group positioned themselves in orbit to prevent any further escape and allow landing forces to descend upon the cultist base. Unopposed through atmosphere, the Sakuran Marine strike group fell, ready to relieve pent up stress on these new imperial targets.

 

[Tadietti Tann]

Objective 3
Location: Vigaress Pass, Xron Corp Warehouse
NPCs: 15 Ex Cartel Mercenaries. 5 Assassins and Snipers.
Tag: Any/Solo
Muse Music

Farbroon, Blue had never been to this remote world. Goros had. She had some small name recognition but he had more. So when she’d arranged a meeting with a local armsdealer to talk about securing three new droid models, she hadn’t expected a standoff facing an old friend. Probably arranged by her old employer’s contacts, at least her mind had gone to that as a first choice.

Specifically, the Trandoshan that had avoided them at the bar on Tatooine, maybe engineering that little… soiree was here, Kssk his name was. Kissing himself goodbye if this kept up. The Pyke syndicate weaseling there way in again? Hmm… always one more loose end. In the place of the over cocky zeltron Kelon Amadis, they had a much less charismatic and much less arrogant trandoshan who just stood there looking angry, which wasn’t much of a stretch all things considered.

An off the grid warehouse was the place for the exchange of credits for hardware. Dirty ground, plenty of abandoned buildings, and the low humming of speeders in the distance. Speeders that were in the far distance, because they were off-grid, not on any map or sensor grid you’d find legal or otherwise. Lot of deals happened out of sight and out of mind. People paid a lot of credits for tech or slicers to keep them ahead of the major factions' eyes and ears.

So as the Corellian arms-dealer now stood to the right with a few of his own handlers, these two groups faced off. Blue’s group a vast array of colorful twi’leks, many of them female but not exclusively, and the group ahead made up of Trandoshan muscle and smaller Pyke overseers. The three groups were involved in… negotiations of a sort. She wasn’t used to quite so much hardware on display facing her, but she also had a few… options here. First to walk away, no droid model was worth an armed standoff. So that was her first card to play.

“Hmm,” blue’s lekku moved to tense, “Who would… guess, you already have a buyer? Tragic.” She was playing hard to get, her voice curling the last word like a wounded insult to her pride.

 

[Sol Stazi]

THE MATRIARCH
FARBOON SYSTEM
OPERATION BAILOUT
Arryn Jhanson | Sinestra | Eldin Daine
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"Well I'll be damned," Major Stazi's voice crackled through his obsidian SpaceOps visor, "Spook actually pulled it off."

The duros commando spoke plenty loud enough for Falkrowe to hear. Somehow despite the suit's modulations his disdain for ORION dripped through. Still he couldn't argue with the operative's results, his heads up display was showing minimal lifeforms in this compartment. Their gear would scatter the destroyer's own internal sensors unless anyone looked too closely.

"Its a KDY knock off," he was already moving and didn't look back to see if Eldin and the rest would follow, "Victory-class, my guess is out of Eriadu or maybe Fondor. Holding cells should be two decks down but we'll need to pass a security checkpoint and that's automated."

At each corner Sol swept his Firelance back and forth sharp for any signs of an ambush.

"Unless super spy has any bright ideas there taking it out will put us on the clock. Get in, grab the guy, get the hell out before all the bucketheads on this karking destroyer are on top of us."

 

[Sinestra]

"Grunt's right." Jude replied to Eldin's question by pointing at Stazi. "Someone's learned their imperial manual."

"About time." he added sarcastically with a shit-eating smirk beneath his stormtrooper helmet. A dig at the Alliance's literally suicidal war with the First Order.

"There's no procedure that will clear the checkpoint in our way. Unless y'all got a fleet ready to turn this destroyer into all decks on hand." Falkrowe explained as he went on to take point. "So better be fast and brutal, or we'll all end up in the brig with hangin' upside down."

"Stealth ain't much of an option no more if y'all wanna extract the idiot who got himself caught."

Idiot as Jhanson' might've been, the information he carried was vital for ORION operations across this side of the galaxy. Extracting him safely was as a priority to these grunts as it was to the intelligence 'agency'.

Eldin Daine Sol Stazi Arryn Jhanson

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective 2: Cultists
Allies: Shira Varanin Kimiko Taiyou
Enemies: CNO

"Find anything useful yet?" Shira asked.

With the remaining cultists dead, the camp now smells of charred flesh. Plus a familiar presence was nearby, with whom she fought First Order remnants on Hoth and Mustafar. The camp now feels eerily quiet, which could well be a false sense of security, but the cultists have been negligent about cybersecurity beyond entry into the system. The most disturbing information relates to an entity called the Primeval. Many ex-FO personnel, including rogue Ren, sought out the Primeval as a means to return to the glory days, while headed to Kuat. The planet was a logical choice for them, although with three factions nearby, they need to tread lightly. Last I heard about the Primeval, I was just getting started in repaying the mortgage on the Castle, and they suffered a defeat in the Rift campaign: what made them believe they could assert control over Kuat, other than the stalemate between the Republic and the Grayson Imperium? Janick thought, while the most superficial information surfaced.

"It appears that some prisoners taken by the cultists in the Nebula, reduced to slavery, are scheduled to be ferried to Kuat, where the Primeval is to take delivery of them. Fortunately, they haven't departed yet"

 

[Shira Varanin]

Janick Beauchamp
Shira sagged on an empty crate whose label suggested the cult had seized it from a starliner firm. The Children of the New Order were ambitious like that. "Makes sense. Kuat's a real crossroads for schuttas these days. Didn't know the CNO had Primeval ties - that's disturbing. And that's good that they haven't been shipped. Let's..." Shira looked around at the smoking bodies, the tents, and the rocky crags that had sheltered the terrorists. Nothing screamed 'prisoners this way.' A lot of other things had screamed, though.

"This isn't the only CNO camp, I'm guessing, or maybe there's other parts to this one. Any idea which way to go to find these enslaved folks, Beauchamp? My skills don't go that way and I didn't get a clear view from above during the drop."

Feth, were her metal hands actually shaking? Shira tucked them into her armpits and did her best to think about what needed doing - the immediate future, as opposed to the immediate past.

 

[Jacquetta Janvrin]

Objective: 3
Location: Cockpit, the Jammy Bastard freighter, near Vigaress Pass
NPCs: Ship Crew
Tag: Tadietti Tann

The high neck of Jacquetta's jumpsuit was chaffing in the heat of the Jammy Bastard's maintenance crawlspace. It didn't have to be this way, necessarily. The ship was running hot; the ship was always running hot, but this was to the point of alarm. The steam belching periodically down the maintenance corridor was a definite point of alarm, and likely related to the heat problem. Jacquetta tucked her chin down as another blast of steam came billowing down the way. It was uncomfortably warm, but not dangerously so, by the time it reached her. "Hell," she muttered, then straightened her head and drew her hands up under her chin to pull her collar open, feeling the relatively cool air rush in.

Personal crisis thus averted, JJ pulled herself down along the maintenance tunnel so that her fingertips were visible in the hole in the deckplates where the access hatch had been removed. "Three eights," she called down. A moment later, a cool metal tool was placed in her fingers. She curled her fingers around it and with a terse "Thank you!" pulled herself back up with her free hand, shuffling along on her hands and knees in the tight confines of the tunnel. When she reached the gasket she was looking for, she set about tightening it, buckling her head back in to protect herself from the billowing steam yet again before finally turning it off. After that, she was off, once again shuffling up the decks towards the coolant hub.

As she pulled herself by an access panel, JJ turned and swiveled the handle, pushing the panel open so she could sit up. The vertebrae in her spine gave satisfying pops as she stretched. Jacquette tucked her spanner in her breast pocket and touched her ear, finding that her headset had been turned off as she had ducked against the steam. Not a good look for the pilot of a ship that was supposed to be supporting an operation. She flipped the switch back on and it crackled to life in her ear, listening intently.

"Might be trouble," she muttered to herself. "Better get this bucket ready in case we need to dust off quick drop in on the negotiations. Milsin!" she called out the hatch for her first mate. "Signal the ground team our readiness status - yellow, soon green. I'm going to try to patch the coolant leak but we won't be able to take off while I'm in there because I'll die, then the ship will because the coolant is switched off. I should only need a few minutes. Hopefully their contacts don't try to kill them before that."