In A World Where the Kings Are Employers (First Order Dominion of Thakwaa Hex)

[Natasi Fortan]

OOC Thread!​

Standing in the briefing room of the First Order command ship over Thakwaa, Natasi reviewed the intelligence before her as the clock counted down to the broadcast. There were people aboard this ship, and others in the system, that would receive their instructions when the countdown was done.

Thakwaa was a beautiful, peaceful, serene orb looming large in the viewscreen. It was a world ideal for colonization, if it weren't for the ridiculous natives. They were a race possessed of some sort of multiple-personality disorder that made them extremely difficult to deal with. But there was no task that the First Order technological prowess could not achieve, no problem it could not solve, no alien it could not subjugate.

Or so Natasi hoped.

The countdown clock reached zero, and the light came on that indicated that Natasi Fortan was being broadcast to all the forces involved. She inclined her head and spoke into the holofield. "Good morning. We are currently one hour away from the launch of Operation Pacific, and I am now at liberty to further detail the objectives for our conquest of Thakwaa." She activated the map, bringing up a view of the great plains of the largest continent. "First, the ground forces will establish a forward base on the plains -- here." She indicated a central location, and it glowed on the map. "We anticipate stiff resistance from the natives, the Thakwaash, not only at the establishment of our forward base, but also in defense of it. The native population is unpredictable and quite strong. Needless to say, we will need to be vigilant in our defenses."

"Second, our special forces will go into the wilds and collect DNA samples from geographically diverse locations and return them to our forward base, where First Order scientists will create an aerosolized drug that will be distributed by the Starfighter Corps over the planet. The drug will -- we believe -- serve to make the natives docile and sedate, which will allow our ground troops to herd them into re-education camps, where we will study them to determine whether they can, indeed, be made manageable. Meanwhile, flyovers will continue."

She paused and looked around at the faces in the room before looking into the camera. "Of course, if you spot any additional opportunties to bring Thakwaa to heel, you are encouraged to pursue them. But whatever part you will play in this, be cautioned: these are a dangerous and unpredictable people we are dealing with. Take precautions and if necessary you are authorized to defend your lives and First Order property with deadly force." She paused and leaned over the map.

"Any questions?"

 

[Davin Jusik]

The lights of the loading bay shown brightly across the cold durasteel of the deck, reflecting sharply off the polished armor of the various platoons gathered in full gear as the ship moved swiftly through the void. Amin stood before a contingent of twenty five highly trained men, who didn't so much as sway after being commanded to attention when [member="Natasi Fortan"] 's voice flooded over the coms. While the Lieutenant hadn't served in the Stormtrooper Corps in the War, he had a strong admiration for any of the shocktroopers he'd come across, not a one had disappointed him under fire whenever they'd been attached to his Commando squad. Second Platoon, of Alpha Company, First Battalion SEU, had recently lost their Platoon leader in light action against traitorous scum along the First Order's Rim. Amin had been called up to replace the now deceased Lieutenant at the last minute, right before they'd set off, a less than ideal situation for a combat leader that liked to know the folk he was expected to lead.

He did a quick internal check on his thoughts. Enough of that. They all knew their job.

The overhead voice ended with a question, which was heavily rhetorical to the rank and file surrounding him.

He switched to Platoon coms. "You know you're jobs. Don't hesitate if the natives give you any cause. If you even think there may be an issue drop the scum."

He let the words hang a moment.

"SECOND PLATOON. LOAD UP."

A corus of "Aye Aye Sirs" echoed through Amin's helmet as the Platoon streamed onto the Gunship before them, taking their designated seats and strapping in

Amin followed, taking a seat marked for a dead man.

 

[Isla Ashen]

[1/20]

Isla Ashen sat silently aboard a First Order transport vessel. If there was anyone that felt a bit out of place –it was her. Pale hands were wringing in her lap, unable to stay still. Green eyes peered from beneath the woolen fabric of her hood, where a mess of fiery red hair remained mostly hidden, save for a few strands that fell free about her face. This world of star ships, soldiers, and conquering planets was foreign to her.

She was once a simple farm girl, and now a Disciple of the Beyond.

It had only been a matter of weeks since she had been brought out of the woods of Skye by [member="Anor Ren"], and since her arrival, she had been sequestered within the halls of the Citadel at Starkiller Base. Isla felt something like a caged animal there, and had quickly grown restless. It was not that she was held there against her will, but she was not used to being confined within such an imposing structure. She was used to running in the wilds, whenever she wished.

During her first weeks of training, she was beginning to understand her place within the Knights of Ren and the First Order, but really she was only beginning to scratch the surface. The lessons of discipline had somewhat tempered her feral side, but it had also dampened her spirit. Meditation was tedious, and she was not completely used to drawing upon her emotions in such a way... it was draining. However, today she felt hopeful. Isla’s eyes would gaze several times towards the planet below, just imagining the windy plains.

But she knew that this was not a trip for leisure. As she was still very inexperienced, she would use the day to observe the power of the First Order with her own eyes. She would watch, learn, and participate where she was able. It would be a valuable experience, this she was sure of. Her attention shifted as the holodisplay came to life, and she listened as a woman explained the objectives.

Now she only needed to wait a little longer, and it was a good thing too, for she disliked the close quarters of their transport.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Executrix-class Star Destroyer Dermentor
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Thakwaa natives
Post: 1/20

"Before the First Order signs a contract with Ringovinda Systems for either the supply of Tearstunners, Deathballs, Guernicas or with Ringovinda StarYards for the supply of TIE Reavers, I'll warn you as much: do exactly as the chain of command says. We accepted that we test their prototypes in combat, at the condition that you will fly the prototype. The first bombing run will involve filling a TIE Reaver with damotite-filled heavy Tearstunners" the commanding officer of the Dementor told Dunames while she was on mercenary contract as a pilot.

"I have some piloting experience, but mostly with piloting Neimoidian Yachts: while Neimoidian Yachts are expected to have the handling characteristics of TIE Reavers... I'm a neophyte with bombing controls"

"This is precisely why we hired you in the first place: the supplier of the prototype wanted to ensure that the learning curve for the bombing controls was not too steep"

Dunames may have piloted Pullmans or Bowsers, and lately, a Neimoidian Yacht, in her many, many business trips, she is to deploy in a TIE Reaver; only the TCAS and GPWS will be familar to her alongside all these controls in the TIE Reaver's cockpit. The small-craft version of the Watchtower equips Neimoidian Yachts as well as TIE Reavers. In addition, a TIE/rv bomber had to be pressurized to be able to go on in hyperspace for extended periods: oxygen bottles fitted to flight suits like the standard-issue First Order flight suit could only last for about an hour or two before their contents emptied. Dunames had to take off her tiara in order to fit the helmet; she always flew Neimoidian Yachts without a helmet but First Order regulations requires all pilots to have one. The Sable Order was stationed onboard the Dementor and they are rather ordinary as TIE fighter pilots.

"Bombs loaded, initiate takeoff sequence!"

"Roger, Sable Leader"

"Sable 3, Sable 7, cover us, Sable 12, give everything you've got once in range!"

She was assigned the callsign Sable 12 for this mission. She accepted to take on that mission post-Summit because she delegated the rest of the business to other people, ensuring that Star Tours would go on even without her. And she wanted to become a better-rounded pilot, too. So Dunames is about to find out how toxic damotite is to Thakwaash; she has difficulty figuring out how the bombing sight operated, especially from the starboard pod of a fighter that was asymetrical unlike the Pullman of Teth or the Bowser. But she was out of range from the target of the first bombing run, conducted with three TIE fighters and Dunames as the bomber. With two heavy Tearstunners filled with damotite rather than tear gas, that's going to hurt, and hurt badly, and she mustn't drop both at once.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Objective 1 (for now): Assist with the Establishment of the forward command base.
Posts: 2/20

Captain la Fortune had the side panel off his number one engine and was staring at the wiring inside. "What in the bloody hell..." he muttered, hooking his soldering iron into the pocket of his mechanical jumpsuit for a few moments as he used two gloved hands to shift a piece of machinery inside the engine, then used his left elbow to keep it in place while his right hand unhooked the soldering iron and hefted it. Rather than using the soldering part, he turned it around and whacked the machinery with the butt end several times. From inside the cockpit another young man popped his head out. "Would you give it a rest?" he asked. "I'm trying to listen to -- whatsit -- Moff Fortran."

"If you need to listen to that briefing to understand what we're doing," said la Fortune with a smirk. "You might be too dim to be my gunner."

"Soddorf," replied the gunner, Milsen, who tossed an energy drink can at la Fortune before ducking back into the TIE fighter. Captain la Fortune quickly kicked the can onto his foot, and kicked it into the nearest recycling canister -- he shoots, he scores! -- before flipping the soldering iron over and applying the power button. A few moments later, he went around to the cockpit ball and smacked his gloved hand against it. "Try now," he called before ducking back around the wing. He hung well back, in case everything caught fire -- like last time -- but this time it seemed to be a success. "Green 'cross the board, sir!" called Milsen.

"Jolly good. Turn it off now," called la Fortune back. "Turn up that briefing, would you? It might actually be a good idea if we went down there knowing a little more than nothing."

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

Location: Retribution-class Star Destroyer Reprisal
Allies: The First Order, [member="Isla Ashen"]
Enemies: Indigenous species of Thakwaa
Post: 1/20

In his quarters, Anor Ren was kneeling and addressing a shrouded figure that was being broadcasted from the holoprojector in the room. "It will be done." He said as the hologram disappeared and he equipped his mask. The Ren left the room and headed for the hangar bay where the transport was waiting. Once there he boarded with the detachment of stormtroopers and sat near [member="Isla Ashen"] who had already been there before he came.

He smirked, knowing that he was finally going to see the young girl in combat after a few weeks of training, he hoped that she had taken in all of the knowledge she had gained. Anor turned and told her about the mission they were given "We are under a direct order to undergo a mission of a...er...different nature than what the rest of the military is doing here. A location powerful in the Force has been discovered on the planet, perhaps a temple, and we are going to unlock its secrets." He said rather excitedly in his usual distorted voice.

Anor had been told that the location was likely guarded by an unknown threat, which was why they were going to be sent with a detachment of stormtroopers instead of alone.

After all, being cautious was one of the First Order's many strengths.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Present in the briefing room as a forearm-high hologram alongside other ship captains, Adalric did his level best not to fidget. He'd commanded ships over the years, some of them well, but First Order discipline was on a whole other level. Better believe his back was straight, his boots well-polished. In reality, he stood on the bridge of a Consolidator-class Planetary Assault Carrier, one of the vessels disgorging landing craft and their escorts. The Consolidator, Remembrance, needed escorts of its own, and that added another element of unease. Before this, the largest ship he'd captained had been a nimble, heavily armed frigate with a cloaking device -- self-sufficient, incisive, evasive. The Remembrance boasted exactly none of those qualities.

Still, he'd have picked her over the old Lor Pelek in a stand-up fight any day. Three TIE squadrons and a main-gun-equivalency rating of one-sixty were nothing to sniff at. And the Thakwaash likely wouldn't care that Adalric was commanding a flying brick. All they'd see were the two entire stormtrooper legions that the Remembrance was currently offloading.

 

[Isla Ashen]

Location: Retribution-class Star Destroyer Reprisal
Allies: The First Order, [member="Anor Ren"]
Enemies: The Thakwaash
Post: 2/20

Isla sensed a familiar presence and she turned to see the masked form of Anor Ren. Green eyes watched as he lowered himself into the seat next to her. She blinked a few times, void of expression as the Knight of Ren explained that they were to take on an objective separate from the rest. A brow rose just slightly, and she turned to look at the men in shining white armor.

“A pity,” she started, “I should have liked to run with the wolves.”

Of course, she was referring to the Stormtroopers that would be engaging in battle on the grassy plains. But perhaps she would still be able to see the mighty soldiers in action. The disciple had noted the hint of excitement in her companion’s mask-muffled voice. A location steeped in the force? Isla was still working to grasp concepts like this. It was like looking upon life in a brand new way.

“I reckon I will still get to try this,” an eerie smile pulled at her lips, “Do you think so?”

Isla held up the hilt of her newly crafted saber in both palms. The young woman was bloodthirsty, and had been waiting for an opportunity to present itself. Her force power was still very raw and hardly contained, for she still was lacking discipline. Without a bit of guidance it would be all too easy for her to run riot. She glanced over at the clock; time was counting down until their departure for the planet.

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Objective: Establish forward command base
Post: 1/20

One might wonder what the First Order would want with a planet like Thakwaa. The planet was beautiful, to be sure, but with an unwieldy alien population, the planet seemed hardly worth the trouble.

However, the First Order's plans were not always so transparent, and oftentimes far more esoteric than most other factions. The planet had been ordered to be subjugated by none other than Supreme Leader Sieger himself, and General Vaas would not begin to question the Supreme Leader's motives or wisdom. Sieger, and by extension his Knights of Ren, would do with the planet and the populace as they wished, all for the benefit of the First Order. It was only Ludolf's job to deliver it to them.

With him was a squadron of crack Stormtroopers, personally assigned to the General as his own bodyguard. Further dropships would deposit an entire legion of troops on Thakwaa that would be responsible for constructing the First Order's forward base, under Vaas' supervision. But first he would need to ensure that he reached the planet safely. The aliens of Thakwaa were primitive, to be sure, but they were capable of all sorts of barbarism, and Ludolf knew that the First Order's presence would be unwelcome. For this task, it would be up to Captain [member="Adalric Vastor"] to bring the General and his men to the planet's surface to begin the operation.

"Captain Vastor," Ludolf appeared behind the Captain suddenly, clad in his classic black uniform that sported not a single blemish, a dark pall cast over his chiseled face. He had heard some things about this particular Captain, and everything had been good. Thus, his expectations were high.

"Shall we begin our descent?"

 

[Allana S'hadar]

Location: Retribution-class Star Destroyer Reprisal
Allies: The First Order, [member="Isla Ashen"] [member="Anor Ren"]
Enemies: The Thakwaash
Post: 1/20

Hidden in the eerie light of the shuttle, Allana was seeped in shadow, obscuring her presence from those aboard. To any observers, unfocused eyes would gaze over the form of the Shi'ido hybrid, acknowledging but not lingering over her presence. She was supposed to be present of course, assisting the Order in the expansion of their rule, however Allana was not one to be given orders. She was happy to follow the Supreme Leader's command until a new offer would sway her attention. As stormtroopers and other militia boarded the shuttle, she found that an offer had in fact presented itself to her.

Golden eyes followed the two figures as they found their seats. Intrigued by the appearance of the Force-users, Allana turned her gaze towards the new arrivals while they murmured to each other. Using the Force, the young acolyte eavesdropped on the conversation, learning of the separate mission the pair intended to take on. While Allana had hoped to test out her skills on the battlefield alongside the stormtroopers, she found the mystery of an untapped power source much more intriguing. Ensuring she was still not detected, Allana sat patiently, preparing to stalk the pair when the shuttle landed on the planet surface.

 

[Davin Jusik]

Post #2/20
Location: Shuttle
Allies: [member="Adalric Vastor"][member="Fenix la Fortune"][member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Enemies: Natives
Objective: Clear LZ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRU1AJsXN1g

The gunship rocked slightly as it lost the shackles holding the mass of durasteel and electronics in place. Becoming just another piece of floating material in the gulf of space for a brief instance before the engines kicked, sending the mass of matter into a relatively stable course in the direction of a vast, fast approaching greenish sphere. Populated by demented creatures of moderate intelligence and various other flora and fauna. Inside the hurtling gray mass sat a contingent of dedicated beings, all below the age of thirty, and in what most species would consider their prime. They could not see the world who's throat would soon feel the hard jackboot of Imperial Order. The ceaseless march of Civilization. The cold truth of nature.

The subjugation of the inferior by the superior, in it's most primal state. Violence.

A silence hung within the transport as it rocked slightly, the sound of hot plasma being launched at unseen foes could be heard through the walls. Those who'd yet to see action felt a cold fear settle in the pit of their stomachs. Sweat forming at the more insulated points in their armor as their pores opened and their covered pupils dilated, adrenaline flooding their systems in preparation for the coming storm. The more seasoned of the bunch simply sat in silence, mentally prepping themselves the best they could for the landing. Landings were always the worst. After one's feet hit ground they could get their bearing, but the Gunship was too reminiscent of an elaborate tomb for the taste of most.

Amin unhooked his safety straps as the Ensign Pilot gave a slightly garbled thirty second call out, positioning himself directly in front of the large ramp that served as a door. From his observation the most effective line officers led from the front. Into the breach with the lowest of Privates. His men stood in turn.

"TROOPERS. WHAT ARE WE HERE TO DO?" Amin shouted across the Platoon coms as the Gunship leveled itself.

"KILL SIR." Came a motivated and occasionally frenzied reply his Command.

"THEN GET THE kark OFF MY BOAT." He shouted as the ramp opened and he jumped the short distance to the ground, his troopers hot on his heels.

The fighting began almost immediately, with the Stormtroopers engaging the crowd of armed natives that could be seen in and around their immediate AO. The LMBs of the group set themselves up almost immediately, launching hell at the disorganized group before them, and cutting the undisciplined schizophrenics down in droves. One, two, three four.

Amin squeezed off a bolt at one about two hundred meters off from the LZ, who appeared to be fooling around with a weapon that probably launched an explosive charge. The bolt caught the being square in the chest, spinning it around in a dramatic fashion as it fired wildly into the clear sky above.

"Focus fire on anyone you think might have an explosive or crew based weapon." He said over the com, receiving several "Aye, Ayes" in reply as the Troopers set themselves into temporary fire positions, going prone and unleashing devastatingly accurate fire into the mass of hostiles.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 3/20
Objective: Establish forward command base
Allies: [member="Adalric Vastor"] | [member="Ludolf Vaas"] | [member="Amin Garith"] | Other First Orderites
Enemies: Filthy savages (aka Thakwaash)

Captain la Fortune settled into the cockpit of his SF TIE fighter. "All right back there Milsen?" he asked, running through the pre-flight checklist.

"All green," replied Milsen.

"Good man," replied la Fortune before opening a channel to the others in the flight. "Grey Flight, this is Grey Leader. Status." As reports of readiness came streaming in, the Captain finished his checklist and tugged his helmet on. When it sealed to his flightsuit, he reached up and pulled the hatch down. "On my mark, Grey Flight," he said calmly. "Three, two, mark." As one, the five TIE fighters lifted off the deck of the command ship and zoomed out of the bay, heading directly towards the planet of Thakwaa. "Grey Flight, be sure to check your fire. We'll have friendlies operating in the theater. We're supposed to be covering them, not vaporizing them."

The ships jostled, rocking as they entered the atmosphere. The radio chimed orders from the command ship. "Grey Flight, local defense air forces coming from south-southeast towards landing zone alpha. Please cover."

"Roger," said la Fortune. "Gentlemen, set shields and prepare to engage." He led Grey Flight streaking over the AO, where blaster fire was already breaking out. The ships that were approaching were atmospheric but fast, but Grey Flight was ready. "Call your targets. Shoot 'em quick. I'm on the leader." He designated the ship in central formation and keyed his laser cannons. Fire erupted from the opposing vessels; Grey Flight scattered, one or two returning fire. The two wings, First Order and Thakwaash, spun in air, coming around for another pass.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: In orbit over Thakwaa
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Thakwaa natives
Post: 2/20

Dunames was alone inside the cockpit of a TIE Reaver. Never in her lifetime would she think that she would be a mercenary pilot fighting in a starfighter-sized craft, much less wearing a First Order flight suit. She would never think of fighting enemies other than pirates while at the controls of a ship. Even though the handling of the ship reminds her of a Neimoidian Yacht (and not just because they are built by the same company as the Neimoidian Yachts) she still needed time to figure out how the Nordoxicon bombing sight operated but they had time while they still were well outside the target area.

"Sable 4 reporting in, we have finished fitting the bombs onto our craft, we await further orders"

"Sable 4, Sable 8, take your groups to different areas of the planet. Target the groups of natives closest to the forward command base; we'll buy time for our ground troops"

"Roger, Sable Leader"

Sable 4 and Sable 8 are equipped with different ordnance: Sable 4 would drop two heavy Deathballs while Sable 8 would drop four medium Deathballs. Each of these bombers are escorted by three TIE/fo fighters, much like Dunames' TIE/rv craft is. The Sable Order used the distraction caused by Grey Flight to provide cover while their bombers would fan out to, well, a load of possible targets on the surface.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

2/20
As [member="Ludolf Vaas"] spoke behind him, Vastor restrained the part of his flinch that was within his control. He couldn't have called himself jumpy or high-strung, but this constituted his first operation with the First Order. Pressure to impress was high, and frankly, that was probably his own fault. He'd played up his history of successful lone-wolf actions against the Mandalorians, the Echani, the Republic, the Primeval, and the nutcase pseudo-Imperial Admiral Julius Octavian. Vastor might not have gotten in the door without that combat record -- but now that he was commanding a heavy-cruiser-scale carrier and a general officer, he could admit to himself that he might have overdone it. Just a bit.

He turned briskly. "General Vaas, sir." Feth, but the man could iron like a demon. That uniform was impeccable. Vastor was acutely aware that he might have let his rank tags get slightly askew. First Order tags sat oddly; something about the fabric, maybe.

Vastor slid right past the potential alternate meanings of the word we. "Aurek Squadron and Besh Squadron will be escorting your stormtrooper transports. Both squadrons and the transports are at condition Ready Five. We can launch at your discretion."

 

[Tanomas Graf]

Location: Retribution-class Star Destroyer Reprisal
Allies: The First Order
Enemies: Indigenous species of Thakwaa
Post: 1/20

Captain Graf stood on the bridge of the Reprisal, one of the main ships that would be key in this operation given its squadrons of fighters and transports. "I want every TIE in optimal condition and every pilot ready to deploy at a moments notice! No excuses, this operation will go down as planned!" the captain barked at the terrified subordinates that were scurrying around the bridge, relaying orders to other equally terrified officers. Tanomas wanted everything to be perfect so that if something screwed up this conquest, the Navy would not be the one responsible.

Inside the hangar, engineers and droids were diagnosing and repairing the TIEs for their coming duty as transports were loading up with troops and being sent down to the planet with the rest from the other ships. The transports themselves were working on an air-tight schedule with absolutely no room for error, as they were dropping troops and flying up to the ship for new ones to be deployed, even a one minute delay would be catastrophic.

The Navy was the powerhouse of the First Order, and Graf was going to live up to that expectation fully.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Posts 4/20 (ayyyy lmao)
Objective: Establish forward command base
Allies: Adalric Vastor | Ludolf Vaas | Amin Garith | Other First Orderites
Enemies: Filthy savages (aka Thakwaash)

"Comin' in hot!" shouted Milsen as the Fenix directed the TIE fighter through a series of complicated defensive maneuvers. Grey Flight had succeeded in taking down two of the defending ships, but Grey Four had had to eject into the atmosphere after the savages had blown his left TIE wing apart. The bastards! "Hold her steady, cap, damn it!"

"Can't hold her steady," spat back Fenix irritably, "Or they'll blast us to shrapnel. Don't tell me you can't hit a bloody moving target!" Fenix knew that wasn't necessarily fair; the First Order was at a distinct disadvantage dealing with these ships; the defenders were in aerodynamic atmospheric craft, whereas the First Order were in TIE fighters, which were built for space and thus, not quite as maneuverable in atmosphere. The First Order TIEs had speed, though, and Fenix's special-forces TIEs had a rear-facing gunner. If only the gunner could hit something. "Would you jolly well do something?" Fenix called over his shoulder, not wanting to get his partner in trouble with the brass by using the radio, but needing to encourage him nonetheless.

The Captain throttled the engine, glancing at his radar. Milsen's shots went wild, and Fenix reached the end of his patience. He threw the ship into a somersault, keyed off the accelerator so that the ship kept sailing with its momentum, now backwards. Fenix keyed the laser cannons, stitching destruction across the canopy and starboard wing of the defending fighter. Its starboard engine exploded, sending the ship careening into the plains below. "Good shot, sir!" called Grey Three. Fenix was too busy trying to right the ship to respond. The loss of momentum had caused the TIE Fighter to begin plunging towards the plains.

He yanked back on the stick, jamming the accelerator back on as the TIE plummeted. "Cap!" shouted Milsen.

"I know, I know," Fenix shouted back irritably. "Hold on, hold on, hold-- woooo!" Fenix let out a woop of celebration as the TIE's controls finally started responding again, and he pulled out of the dive, rocketing back into the air.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: In atmosphere over Thakwaa
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Thakwaa natives
Post: 3/20

Heavy ordnance was not usually mounted onboard a starfighter-sized bomber. The targets were to be ground-force bases that were close enough from the forward command base for its garrison to pose a threat to its construction. The trick is that targeting different buildings and different targets require them to split up. Dunames' group is approaching its target, a Thakwaash military base with part of its complement of soldiers still being mobilized, whereas the other two groups targeted a power generator and a communications array respectively. During its long descent in atmosphere, Dunames finally figured out how the Nordicon bombing sight worked so that she can carry out her mission in due course. She was one to try out dive-bombing, standing ready to aim the Guernica and open the bomb doors of her prototype TIE/rv Reaver bomber, while dropping the damotite-filled ordnance.

"Approaching target, Sable Leader, I'm going in"

"Roger, Sable 12"

"Bombs away, returning to ship!"

Two heavy Tearstunners can be dropped in under three seconds and that was the consequence of fitting heavier ordnance: it would deplete faster, much faster than medium bombs fitted on the same fighter, let alone the standard (light) proton bombs. To her, using a TIE Reaver or a Guernica-mounted bomber is only for those who require heavier ordnance to be dropped, for example in extended sieges or for large-scale destruction of military facilities. Dunames would probably not see for a while what the Tearstunners would do on the Thakwaash while loaded with damotite. And she returned to the Tormentor to load up on more ammunition for different targets.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

3/20

The Underground freighter Gypsymoth, out of the Kathol Outback, hovered about half an astronomical unit from Thakwaa. The jury-rigged cloaking device had its moods, and Beyyr had no intention of hanging his ship's rear out for all the First Order to see.

Thakwaa had been part of the Fringe Confederation, and the Fringe-Omega Neutral Zone before that. Beyyr and any number of Undergrounders had fought a long, bitter campaign in this territory. They still had a few contacts, and some had reached out to let them know of a major naval movement. Beyyr watched through the passive sensor periscope as First Order capital ships orchestrated a landing. Time delay was about four minutes, but he couldn't risk active scans; just about no stealth ship ever built could maintain its secrecy while actively scanning.

It wasn't the whole First Order fleet, not by a long shot, but he saw command ships, carriers, and stormtrooper transports. The Thakwaash were in for a world of hurt, and the Qektoth had drawn the Underground out of position. There wasn't, in the end, all that much Beyyr or his people could do except witness, and learn.

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

Location: Retribution-class Star Destroyer Reprisal
Allies: The First Order, [member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Allana S'hadar"]
Enemies: Indigenous species of Thakwaa
Post: 2/20

The Ren read the tone of disappointment in her voice, he was a bit worried at the bloodthirst that she seemed to be exhibiting especially as she showed him her new saber, but he shook it off, after all he himself was vengeful and wanted to kill everything when he had joined the First Order.

Anor examined the lightsaber hilt as the disciple held it up "Impressive job in constructing your saber, but be wary it is as dangerous to you as it is to your enemies, you are still a novice in the arts of dueling and could easily cut something off." He said as he dramatically grasped the air repeatedly with his cybernetic, assuring that it made loud mechanical sounds.

While he was doing so, his eyes were drawn to the dark figure that had been aboard, he had seen them before but got mixed up in greeting Isla. Then it hit him later then it should have, the person was obviously using the Force to not draw attention to themselves, but Anor knew of no other disiciples or Ren participating in the operation other than him and Isla.

The Knight would possibly have to do something to prevent this archaeological find from falling into hands other than the First Order's. He began his planning as the countdown reached zero and the transport left the Reprisal, heading for the surface of Thakwaa to begin their expedition into the unknown...

 

[OK-3103]

The starlines collapsed into stars, and the Destroyer had arrived at Thakwaa. Standing on the command walkway, his hands clasped stiffly behind his back, Meneer Chrome glared at the planet floating in the blackness directly ahead and wondered what he and his men would be doing here.

For these were not good times. Events has sent dangerous swells of uncertainty throughout the galaxy, which played into the hands of radical groups and criminal organisations.

Uneasy times indeed. And uncertain times called for a strong and massive response. The minute the word came in for a First Order deployment, Meneer and his men shipped out. The ‘where’ was straightforward, the ‘why’ largely irrelevant and the ‘what’ he knew he was about to find out about.