Iron Veil; Imperial Confederation Dominion of Aargau

[Marriskcal Lati]

Captain Marriskcal Lati,
Commissariat for State Security & Force-Related Affairs
Objective: #2; Rest for the Weary
Location: Distribution Point, Benoga, Vulpter
Interacting with: [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Kraken Society"]

How… uncouth.

If it were not for the knowledge that she had to adhere to the limitations of her authority and uphold the reputation of House Du Couteau, the young woman would have snarled and challenged him. Never has she had to deal with such brazen insolence before in her life, even back when she was mere youngling. She may have had her instructors berate her with words meant to pierce and wound, but never one who was not only offensive, but also did not seem to understand spoken words.

Ever one to hold on to a grudge, Marriskcal memorised his features and aura even as the other walked away... And hopefully never to return!

But despite the sparks of displeasure that fizzled through her aura, the young woman remained silent as she observed the interactions between Seto and the restrained patient, prepared to step in if the other attempted to touch her brother. Even without the need to focus on his person, Marriskcal could feel the waning flicker of his flame, small and struggling. But it was the feverish gleam in his crazed eyes and the dark hunger that spelled his need for reprisal in his presence that intrigued her.

As the older male came back to her side, the blonde waited patiently, tilting her head thoughtfully at his words. “While you focus on gathering more information and further evidence on this executive, I will relay your directive regarding the crowds to the others,” she said in a decisive manner, bringing up her left arm to access the wristpad. While it was slightly trickier to use compared to the dataslate her brother preferred, Marriskcal was a believer in versatility and liked having both of her hands free just in case she found herself in a conflict.

With a swift message conveying the need for subtlety and care when dealing with the refugees sent to everyone involved in the aid mission, the blonde turned her focus back to Seto. “I will be heading outside to see if they need my help,” she patted his arm gently. While Marriskcal did not have the experience with gentle guidance– or gentle anything– there was much she could do with influencing the frazzled minds and harried souls of the crowd into a semblance of calm.

 

[Huxy]

Captain Vic, "Viper"
Commissariat
Location: Benoga, Vulpter
Objective: #2; Rest for the Weary
Interacting With: [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"]
Status: Alert
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As the crowds roared and cried for justice, Vic was not entirely sure what the right path to move forwards was. He knew all it would take was a single gunshot to either nullify the crowd into submission, or spark the powder keg of bent-up aggression that they were going to throw somewhere, at someone. The Viper knew guns got attention, they were loud and relatively powerful especially in capable hands such as his own. He wouldn't shoot anybody among the crowd, of course. Such a thing was stupid, more-so in the case where he had to try and peacefully nullify the anger of the crowd. He couldn't risk a riot happening, even though that was what was about to happen any second. The man's cybernetic spheres looked down to his right thigh, glancing at what little of the metal of the grip of his gun peeked out from beneath the cover that his arm offered.

The right hand of the Viper reached inwards, bare fingers gripping around the handle of the hand-gun. He jerked his arm upwards subtly which disengaged the automatic magnetic lock from his thigh for the time being. The man's index finger reached up on the gun and disengaged the safety, before pointing the gun upwards towards the grim, dark sky above and firing off a non-lethal around. A gunshot sounded through the air, silencing everything around it with the sudden force and pressure of the round being fired. Almost immediately, the crowd ceased it's aggression and roars of anger, their focus fixated on the man, on Vic, who had pulled the trigger.

"Enough! You all will settle down and be quiet, 'ere me? Anyone who tries to start something will be sent off, no second chances."

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau
Location: Vulpter Benoga
Objective: Two Rest for the Weary
Interacting with: [member="Marriskcal Lati"] [member="Kraken Society"]

Seto eyed his data-slate intently, the situation was not great but not exceedingly terrible either as for the criminal investigations of many of executives. They cannot- Seto paused his thought when Marr gently reeled her brother back, the subtle reminder that tenderly pulled back from quickly diving into the despair that cascades from nearly all present. Seto lowered his data-pad and offered a small smile to Marr, “-Thank you.”

“Take care of yourself,” Seto urged as his voice grew tensed with the sudden influx of a new wave of despair. Watch yourself.

The situation had drove itself to a new direction, one that required far less subtle hands and Seto now would drive a harden impact to break completely the house of glass made by the powers that be on this planet. The very same powers left unchecked by the defunct Republic, with the swirl of uncertainty and chaos, it had only bred uncaring policies and apathetic leaders. With a soft exhale, Seto quickly exited and walked outside.

The crowds near the checkpoints sounded hostile, but their anger justified at their misfortune, if only misdirected at those attempting to ease their situation. Focus on your assignment. Seto narrowed his vision, his data-slate returned to his sight as he sent orders for several of the other operatives of the ISB and called for a light and fast speeder craft to come pick him up.

A shot reverberated across the air.

Seto’s attention quickly sent him to the source, and there stood one of the new commissars, Captain Viper. The moments passed and the silence that followed soon turned to a low murmur and deathly stares of fear. Seto though forced away the onslaught of emotion, fear and further despair. He quickly made his way to the Captain and spoke quietly, “-Captain, with me.”

The Du Couteau heir waited only a second for the Captain to acknowledge the order, his speeder had sent an alert that it had arrived. A fast vehicle indeed. “Captain, a certain Executive has been proven to be difficult for our support teams assigned to them and now it has been made clear that a more impactful team is needed to properly handle this particular target.” Seto explained quickly and directly while also remaining a tad tactful to his words.

“We will be going in announced to his office, and we will not allow anyone to stop us from seeing him.” Seto declared coldly as he entered into their new vehicle. No, we weren’t going to be stopped by any bureaucracy.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Captain Marriskcal Lati,
Commissariat for State Security & Force-Related Affairs
Objective: #2; Rest for the Weary
Location: Distribution Point, Benoga, Vulpter
Interacting with: None

“I find myself more concerned about your wellbeing,” she said archly, even as she narrowed her eyes at him. Marriskcal was accustomed to carrying out assignments on her own, after all. “But if it places your mind at ease, I will do my best to stay out of trouble in your absence.”

–Or entangle myself in more of one, that is.

As her brother made his way out of the centre, his strides long and sharp, Marriskcal trailed after him. Without another word exchanged between the pair, the blonde stepped to the side even as Seto began to send out his own directives and orders. While she would have preferred to be on the team assigned to apprehend the corrupt executive, it was more important that she remained behind to ensure that the refugees remained calm as they waited for their turn to receive aid.

She graced the barbarian of a lump with a withering glare when the shot echoed keenly through the crowded space, drowning the angry murmurs and placating tones.

The sudden silence the ensued would not last for long, as the emotioncloud of the gathered masses were already swollenheavy and was at the cusp of becoming a storm. Taking in a deep inhale of ash-and-acid air, the blonde gathered her consciousness. And with a slow exhale, she spread out her aura as far and wide as she could, lacing it with sentiments of calm and reassurance.

And perhaps with the turbulent sparks and sharp cracks of acute emotions dancing madly through the stream that was the Force, it may not be enough. But so long as the unrest did not begin at the epicenter of where the medical tents and structures were, she will slowly figure the rest out.

… Marriskcal found that she really hated that she needed to be subtle when all she wanted to do is to smack some sense into these idiot civilians.

 

[Huxy]

Captain Vic, "Viper"
Commissariat
Location: Benoga, Vulpter
Objective: #2; Rest for the Weary
Interacting With: [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"]
Status: Neutral
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The silence that reverberated through the cloud as the waves of the ocean pleased the Captain. Such a thing had worked on his home, but he hadn't been positive about what result would happen here. And he was pleasantly surprised with the result. The way to control people was with a gun in hand, of course. It helped to signify power, authority, it showed who was in charge. On Nyeon, guns were never enough for a statement. You always had to prove you meant business, something which Vic was accustomed to. The blood that fell from a bullet or the burning flesh from a laser was a common sight for the man, he had killed people and thought no more on their deaths. He was a criminal, after all, and a criminal will do what a criminal wants. You just have to...blend in.

That was the hard part.

“-Captain, with me.”

"Yes, sir," the Viper spoke suddenly with obedienace. He was a criminal, yes, though that didn't mean he didn't know how to follow orders. He nodded to the nicely-dressed slender man.

His cybernetic gaze looked over the man as he followed suit after him to the speeder. He was formally dressed, black and white in what appeared to be a glorified suit of some sort. Such a thing, such a sight, it reminded him of the corporate agents on his home. Deceitful and back-stabbing, though that was the normal for Nyeon. The Corp's were not different, corrupted and all. Vic himself had his own suspicions about this organization that he had willingly joined, though he kept his tongue in his mouth. Though he was never one to bide his words, he knew when to be quiet. Such as now.

"Captain, a certain Executive has been proven to be difficult for our support teams assigned to them and now it has been made clear that a more impactful team is needed to properly handle this particular target. We will be going in announced to his office, and we will not allow anyone to stop us from seeing him.”

"Tsk, impactful?" Vic mused aloud, a smile threatening on his straightly cut lips as he stepped into the speeder and took a seat. "Should'a told me that you was needin something impactful, could'a brought a bigger gun, señor." Vic's accent was cut and rough, his ghetto-esque slur adding a unintentional bite to his words. "Take it you meanin' that we kill anyone who get's in our way?"

 

[Bai Long]

As with him setting foot into a new planet that he planned to stay on for awhile, Dracrowar began to settle by exploring his new turf. Anything at Level 3500 and above would be too pricey and wasteful, and it isn't like he has ever needed an apartment for anything other than sleeping and stashing his bare necessities anyway. And anything below Level 1500 was too dirty, even for him. Perhaps all these years of having the backing of the Order of Ren has spoiled him than he was willing to admit. But the reality of the situation was that while he could rough it out in a hovel, he wasn't going to, unless he was in dire straits and it was absolutely necessary.

So, he wandered about the levels in between, until he found a medium that he was satisfied with on Level 2134. While it wasn't the best neighborhood, it was affordable and the people who was staying in the same building as he was felt decent enough to his Force Sense. It also helped that the owner was more than happy to lease it to him on a short term basis and didn't ask many questions, so long as he paid the 3-months rent upfront. Looking at all the bare space before him and the corner of an eye twitching at the thought of settling in, Dracrowar decided it can wait.
Booze came first.

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau
Location: Vulpter Benoga
Objective: Two Rest for the Weary
Interacting with: [member="Kraken Society"]
Nearby: [member="Marriskcal Lati"]

"There are more effective ways to eliminate someone than with weapons," Seto responded, he had no intention of starting a firefight inside a company building. "-If the goal was total elimination we have orbital bombardments for such a cause, no our impact will be on the minds." Seto affirmed to the Captain. The prospect of delivering death was present but never at the forefront of Seto's mind, even back among his days within the Imperial Inquisition.

A fearful man bears more fruit than a dead one without a head. Though Seto had found the idea of maintaining the show of execution effective bargaining and debate tool. Seto waited for the Captain to enter the speeder craft and then sent the pilot their next coordinates. The ever growing sense of dread that began to billow from the crowds below, Seto quietly thanked that they were being flown away from it all, though he still held reservation for leaving his sister behind to deal with it all.

But she'll be fine. Seto hardly grew concerned with his sister's abilities, as she was far his superior when it came to combat and survivor. All the while Seto understood his strengths and knew he had to allow himself to go where he was better suited for, even if it meant working far apart from one another. Seto turned his attention back to his window, his mind shifted through different scenarios and thoughts as their speeder continued to race towards one of the lone towers far removed from the decaying city.

The pilot gently landed on the speeder platform roughly located at the center of the building. Seto really wished to avoid as many stairs and floor climbing as possible, and he had considered simply jumping into the main office at the top of the building through the windows. Not wishing to be seen as outright violent, Seto slowly climbed out of the speeder and quickly walked to the building entrance.

A pair of guards moved to intercept Seto, but both lightly armoured all froze still, their weapons remained holster as Seto walked past them. It wasn't until he reached the door controls Seto released his Force hold on the guards and the two quietly backed away from the Commissar. These guards felt that neither were getting paid enough to face down a Force User. With a satisfying click, the door opened and Seto gestured for the Captain to quickly follow.

"-Remember to attempt at keeping this mission near to bloodless as possible."

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Captain Marriskcal Lati,
Commissariat for State Security & Force-Related Affairs
Objective: #2; Rest for the Weary
Location: Distribution Point, Benoga, Vulpter
Interacting with: None

“Please be patient and wait for your turn.”

She smiled as she walked amongst the sea of impatience and annoyance, sending a wave of calm.

“Do not worry, I assure you that there are ample rations. Even as we speak, more are being brought planetside.”

She smiled even as she spoke to a small beam of anxious quavers, lacing her words with notes of assurance.

The intermissions and betweens of her words was spent observing the darkening clouds and the winds that guided them. More and more affirmatives were flowing in to her holomail, alongside succinct status updates of their assigned zones and sectors. Marriskcal found herself utterly unsurprised that the recruitment area were immersed with beings of all species and ages, all hoping for a way to escape the living hell of starvation and maladies.

And along with it came the desperate pleas to leave Vulpter itself.

While they were here to render aid, a broken world still needed its people to slowly recover. And as wretched as the truth can be, the reality was that the imperium will only accept those who has potential or met the base requirements. Though the idea of recruitment were well and good, it also offered the beleaguered people a sliver of hope.

And that can be dangerous in itself, as most could not accept the harsh reality of this truth.

With her presence requested at the area, Marriskcal sent off a few more instructions and updates to the rest of their ground team to cover for her absence at the hospice zone and started to head towards the area where the most volatile of emotions churned, her lips pursed into a fine line.

 

[Darth Athora]

OBJ: Interrogation
Lieutenant Erik Morkshna
Commissariat - Imperial Security Bureau
LOC: Undisclosed location


Within a small room sat a lone man. His arms behind him and neatly secured in restraints, his legs as well. There was no escape for him. Not until his captors allowed it. A single dim light illuminated the room slightly. A stone cold table sat before the man with an empty chair on the other side. A mirror looked at him from the far wall, reflecting his sunken visage back at him. The man had been beaten, clearly. His reward for resisting his arrest. His breathe was shallow. He could feel the cold embrace of death approaching, yet he fought it with all he had left. He would not give up just yet.

The lone door in the room slid open, revealing a woman in Imperial officer clothing. In her hand was a file, likely on the man restrained to the chair. She walked over to the table and laid the file down on the table before sitting at the chair across from him. The door closed. There was silence then. He could only barely lift his gaze to look at the woman. She looked back at him. Not an ounce of emotion on her face. She was like a statue.

"Mr. Barok, is it?" the woman asked as she opened the file before looking through the papers inside. "I want to help you, Mr. Barok. Truly, I do. But you have to help me first. I have a few questions that need answers and you're the only one that has the answers I seek. Do you understand?"

The man either could not speak or did not want to. He just shook his head in response.

"Good." The woman stopped looking through the papers once she came across a few photographs. "I have some people here that we have intel stating that you are acquaintances of these people in some way, shape, or form. I just need you to tell me whether or not you truly know these people and what your relationship is with these people if you do know them. Understand?"

Mr. Barok nodded once more.

"Excellent." The woman began shuffling through the pictures before placing one of a Zabrak woman with a scar across her face. Mr. Barok looked at the photo for a brief moment and nodded his head. "Do you know this zabrak, Mr. Barok?" she asked. He nodded once more.

"Would you say you know her well?" she asked. He shook his head.

"Would you say you met her within the last few weeks?" she asked. He nodded his head.

"Is she still on the planet, Mr. Barok?"she asked. He shrugged his shoulders. "It's very important that you try and remember, Mr. Barok. Lives are at stake." she stated authoritatively. The man sat there for a moment before nodding his head. "Would you be able to tell us where we might find her?" she asked. He nodded his head once more. "Good. Now the next one."

 

[Huxy]

Captain Vic, "Viper"
Commissariat
Location: Benoga, Vulpter
Objective: #2; Rest for the Weary
Interacting With: [member="Seto Du Couteau"]
Nearby: [member="Marriskcal Lati"]
Status: Neutral
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"There may be more effective ways, señor, and yet weapons help to speed the job up quick despite the mess'e they leave behind," Vic said dismissively and roughly. The man couldn't help but roll his cybernetic spheres at the mention of impacting people's minds, finding such a thing repulsive. "Pacifism, you say? Using this...force, whatever that it is'e?"

The Viper didn't understand the force. All he knew was that he had a high enough 'midichlorian,' whatever those were. They helped to determine however proficent somebody was within the force and their capability to utilize this invisible energy-force, at least, that was what the tanned man had been told. He thought of the whole notion of the force as stupidity and nothing extraordinary. People could control others with their minds and could do strange and paranormal things with simple hand gestures and the flexing of the digits of the hand...it was nothing that stood out as a wolf among sheep. It was nothing, it, like anything, had it's weaknesses and could be countered. From what Vic had seen so far, he had noticed that those who could utilize this 'force' were boastful and cared little for others who were not like them. They acted as rich snobs that knew nothing better but fancy party tricks of making objects float with their minds. Anyone could do that with enough tech, even simple tech could do that.

It was nothing extraordinary. It was nothing exceptional.

"-Remember to attempt at keeping this mission near to bloodless as possible."

"Sin promesas, general," Vic spoke in the tongue of the Spani district as he followed after the general. The handgun from earlier was now at his side once more, magnetically attached to his right thigh. The soft blue light indicating that it was on 'non-lethal' mode, was now a soft red...'lethal.' "Sin promesas."

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau
Location: Vulpter Benoga
Objective: Two Rest for the Weary
Allies: [member="Marriskcal Lati"] [member="Kraken Society"]

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Seto peered into the hallway, no sounds of rushing boots or the sounds of alarms blaring loudly. Perhaps things would go smoothly for once, It will go smoothly until it doesn’t Seto inwardly sighed as he quickly moved down the hallway. The Turbolift slowly was approached and the young Du Couteau heir stepped in quickly as he gestured for the Captain to follow.

His data-slate reappeared back into his palm and quickly his fingers danced across the screen, more information had been gathered and Seto nodded once. Many of the other investigators had slowly broken into a private server where certain documents had been found. Well found is a rather interesting word to use here. . .

The turbolift continued to climb upwards, the lift made great time to reach the top of the building where the main office was located. The door slid open, and with a single flick of his wrist Seto projected a Force shield in front of them both, the moment followed as a stream of autodefense laser fire streamed into the shield. Seto placed his data-slate back to his person, his free hand then moved up to better control his Force shield as Seto took a few steps forward.

Seto saw four defense laser turrets that continued to focus fire on the Turbolift, he stretched out his Force shield further out and away from him, and with a deep focus Seto closed his eyes. His hands projected outwards the Force shield and seconds followed as the shield slowly surrounded each turret and with his hands clenched together all four turret emplacements crushed and exploded but it was muffled, nullified, by Seto’s Force shield.

With open eyes, Seto walked forward, the initial danger removed and all that was left was to deal with the executive. “Not the worst welcome I’ve received. . .“ Seto drly complained to mostly himself.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Captain Marriskcal Lati,
Commissariat for State Security & Force-Related Affairs
Objective: #2; Rest for the Weary
Location: Distribution Point, Benoga, Vulpter
Interacting with: None

Cause and effect.

The slow tapering of refugees flowing in has allowed them to have a better measure of control over the vast number of beings gathered within their operation areas. But it also meant that those who were waiting outside were beginning to grow more and more anxious, more so as the lines continued to become longer and longer. And in turn, news and rumours that murmured amongst those who has made it within only made them all the more frantic and… unpleasant in their demands.

Standing at the edge of the recruitment zone, away from curious eyes and prying ears, the ever pragmatic side of the creature known as Marriskcal Lati was unveiled even as she conversed with a colleague. Even though his words to her were calm as he reported the challenges they were facing and his presence was trembling with sorrow and shame, the young woman felt nothing but a faint sense of annoyance.

For those who were offered the recruitment contract has to at least meet the imperium’s already rather low standards.

By her reckoning, that was.

And it was not until he began to speak of desperate parents who were offering, and even pleading for them to take their children as retainers. While her veneer never wavered even once before this strangercolleague, Seto would have felt the staccato sharp notes of ragedisbelief and hurtrejection that pierced through her aura as her influence faltered for a fleeting moment.

“… Can you please repeat that, Lieutenant?”

 

[Lannik Hayes]

Lannik Hayes, Stormtrooper Sergeant​

Equipment: Katarn Multipurpose Battle Armour, AKraB Vibrodagger, G-11F Blaster Rifle​

Location: Imperial Base, Edge of Benoga, Vulpter​

Tags: None​

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As the cogs of the war machine continued its unrelenting pace, a stormtrooper not-so-extraordinaire was doing what he did best, affecting a silent indomitable pose that would make the late Vader himself proud.

His bone white armour, though scuffed with various scratches light and deep, were polished until it had a light sheen even under the heavily polluted skies of Vulpter. While it was truly foolish were he to find himself thrown right in the middle of a conflict, but he was being summoned to see his superior back in their base of operations, and Lannik Hayes was not about to track chemical-laced dust into the temporary office.

That was just asking for another assignment to clean the lavatories… or perhaps even the sewers.

The sergeant shuddered delicately within his armour.

Yeech!

Just thinking about it about it made him want to behave and not sass for once.

Because the conditions of the sewers in Vulpter were vile.

… Kark my life!

Was that why he was summoned?!

Was his young life going to be doomed?

B–But he has yet to experience all the joys and pleasures that the galaxy has to offer.

It was with a dark cloud metaphorically looming over his head that the unfortunate stormtrooper waved a feeble goodbye at the rest of his team as he shuffled towards the dull cube they used as their base. Because sadly, earning an ARC cred did not mean he was free from something as mundane and cruel as disciplinary actions such as cleaning disgusting yuck from things he did not even want to touch with his armour on.

 

[Huxy]

Captain Vic, "Viper"
Commissariat
Location: Benoga, Vulpter
Objective: #2; Rest for the Weary
Interacting With: [member="Seto Du Couteau"]
Nearby: [member="Marriskcal Lati"]
Status: Neutral
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The Viper followed Seto down the hallway, his cybernetic globes looking around his surroundings. This place was too under-defended, something was amiss here. Corporations and executives always had the most up-to-par security to protect him. And yet here? All that was here were a few guards that had been easily fooled by a simple hand-wave and finger gesture by the general. Corp. executives on Nyeon always were brimming with security, whether that be droids, professionals, hired guns, turrets, anything that money could buy. Such a thing compared to now was a stark contrast for the tanned man, everything was off and was less threatening. He had left his home expecting for something new, and yet everything new felt and looked...inferior and weaker in comparison to what he had lived and seen on Nyeon.

Vic didn't bother to pull his gun once the turbolift had made it to the top of the building...for such a thing as the turrets had already been handled by the general, much to his own dismay and annoyance. This man, whomever he was, was flaunting his power and the 'force' as though he knew better and knew what to do without any outside opinions. He was tired of the display, the constant display of who was in charge and who commanded what. His right hand grabbed the grip of the handgun at his side, pulling it from it's magnetic surface.

And then he pushed through the door, with the handgun leveled towards the head of the executive, thumb on the trigger.

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Cynthia Alucard, Pixie Wing Commander
Location: Imperial Base on Vulpter
Interacting: None Presently [member="Lannik Hayes"] | (Nearby)
Attire: Uniform

Cyn groaned a tad too loudly, her eyes looked weary and posture even worse so, it demonstrated how entirely flaccid her pride of a Pilot was currently. The young Ace moved away from her desk and solemnly glanced at the mirror within her small refresher. Half of her face slightly red and marked with the cuff buttons of her sleeve, Cyn gently began to rub the imprints away with a splash of cold water.

The terrible foreboding feeling of dread began to well up deep inside her throat, I’m not getting sick am I? Cyn frowned at herself in the mirror, the idea of taking a sick day was an enigma to her, as she had never taken a sick day, else she worried that the rest of her superiors would assume she was not taking care of herself.

I’ll just muscle through it. . . can’t risk going to the Medbay, less they record my presence and visit.

Cyn dusted herself off, smoothing off the last few creases and quickly found her footing once more, the slow rise of confidence and Cyn tucked her cap back on her head. With quick about-face, Cyn headed back outside to resume her duties.

The air cooled her head, and the sun appeared with its offcolour orange tint, Cyn paused and looked around their Imperial Base. Recruitment had been rather steady, with recruits flooding in, but thus far Cyn had found the potential pilots severely wanting in many regards.

What else can grant me some reprieve from this boredom?

 

[Lannik Hayes]

Lannik Hayes, Stormtrooper Sergeant​

Equipment: Katarn Multipurpose Battle Armour, AKraB Vibrodagger, G-11F Blaster Rifle​

Location: Imperial Base, Edge of Benoga, Vulpter​

Tags: [member="Cynthia Alucard"]​

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Life has a way of granting wishes in the most unexpected way.

And unfortunately for Wing Commander Cynthia Alucard, she was about to encounter a certain stormtrooper sergeant that will derail her day even further.

Perhaps, even more unfortunately for Lannik… encountering the lithe blonde was like the second coming of Celestira. Especially when the sour look on her face was enough to curdle blue milk. And while his fellow stormtroopers may laugh at him for being so wary around someone who looked like a delicate doll, they have not seen the ace pilot when she leapt over the table and used the person who had attempted to attack her as a personal trampoline either!

Lannik considered himself an experienced man when it came to women who can commit homicide with the sweetest smile curving their lips. And Alucard? She set off all his inner alarm bells.

So it was with much trepidation and caution that the male approached her, all while cursing that this was the only way in to the base unless he wanted to take a ten minute detour. He looked at the deep furrows of her brows and the feverish gleam of her eyes… and promptly offered himself for slaughter.

“You look like a wilted lettuce. Are you okay?”

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Captain Marriskcal Lati,
Commissariat for State Security & Force-Related Affairs
Objective: #2; Rest for the Weary
Location: Distribution Point, Benoga, Vulpter
Interacting with: None

The sense of suppressed dread only continued to soar as the lieutenant reiterated his account once more. With her voice caught at the base of her throat and feeling leaden as though it were a lump of stone, the young woman stayed silent and still, her calm veneer making her appear akin to a living marble sculpture.

She had wondered once.

Am I so unwanted that the two people in the galaxy that were supposed to love and protect me gave me up without ever looking back?

She had worried once.

Were they poor and unable to afford to care for me? Did they know what I have become? Will they be proud of me even then?

She had even tried to look for her birth parents.

I wanted them to look me in the eyes and tell me why.

And then… she gave up.

I found a family to call my own.

Perhaps it was merely an excuse she told herself.

For even now, so many years and so many deaths later, a small part of her still feared knowing.

And Marriskcal thought that she was slowly beginning to heal and begin her journey anew… only to realise that she was still in the same place she began. While she understood their desperate need to give their children a better fate, because she believed this of her own birth parents–

I need to. I… refuse to believe otherwise.

–At the same time, she felt the flames of anger licking at the edges of her aura and a confused disbelief that they would be willing to give up a shard of their soul.

Never ever.

Truly?

The gaping abyss of abandonment tore into her fragile psyche. The sensation of drowning, of air slowly leaving her lungs and being unable to draw another breath befell her. And all of a sudden, her heart ached for her brother and home.

“… What should we do, Captain Lati?”

Even when Marriskcal wanted nothing more than to run, she did what she always did whenever she was at a loss. She smiled.

Pretend! When you pretend long enough, you will eventually take it as the truth.

“Please forgive my lapse, Lieutenant. I was merely weighing some options in my mind,” she finally said to the harried male. “While we did not prepare for such eventualities, this was something all of us should have foreseen. Please gather the more experienced officers and aid workers and have them counsel the parents and children.” It was difficult to be brave when all she wanted to do was hide in the dark corner of her closet and pretend the world did not exist for a few hours.

“If possible, I would like for you all to gently dissuade them from breaking up their family. Remind them that while the situation may seem dire, it is because we are just at the starting stage of our operations. Things will improve.” She paused to take a breath, her eyes flickering for a moment towards the crowd a distance away. “Remind them that the imperium will not abandon them, and that we will not allow corruption to run rampant any longer. And if they still persist–”

The storm broke.

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Cynthia Alucard, Pixie Wing Commander
Location: Imperial Base on Vulpter
Interacting: [member="Lannik Hayes"]
Attire: Uniform

Cyn heard a voice that sounded close, but somehow echoed into her as distant, her head slowly turned to face the source of the sound but her eyes only saw a white chest-plate. With perhaps more energy than what she was willing to exert, Cyn picked her head up and following her gaze was her own slightly annoyed gaze.

Just as slow her reaction was to address the Stormtrooper was the recognition of the voice behind the faceless mask. Sergeant Lannik? Cyn raised a single eyebrow in question but another lazed second the realization kicked in and she sharply snapped her heels together and straightened her shoulders.

“Oh? I had no idea lettuce held the capability of launching precision tight maunvers onboard a TIE Interceptor while under heavy duress from enemy fire.” Cyn responded dryly, her hand rose up to gesture dismissive nature of Sergeant Lannik’s concern. It’s nothing to worry about, don’t bother yourself by asking the Medical Staff to request an appointment with me. Cyn mentally pleaded to herself and hoped her smile proved successful.

An easy smile and near feverish eyes, Cyn cleared her throat and measured the Sergeant once as well with her eyes. The man appeared well and without missing any limbs, which Cyn hoped came from not receiving any dangerous missions, the patrol she had accidentally tagged along with him was peaceful and nice, despite the small unfortunate end.

“I hope you haven’t been in too many boring missions, exciting orders can often be underappreciated to soldiers like us.” Cyn laughed, her satirical side gently easing into her voice and words.

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau
Location: Vulpter Benoga
Objective: Two Rest for the Weary
Allies: [member="Marriskcal Lati"] [member="Kraken Society"]

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Seto gently strode forward, his face masked with his impassivity, as if observing another game of sabacc and yet those within the office room were of stark difference with their outward appearance with emotion. Two guards seemingly felt unsure to either pull out their weapons or drop to the ground in surrender, it was their indecisive nature that Seto subsequently ignored for the real pulse of emotional terror came from the opposite side of the desk,

The suit was made of quite superior material, Seto would no doubt the thread count for his vest and shirt were quite high, perhaps even comparable to his own dress. Seto of course doubted that even if they were to swap clothing, the confidence needed to make use of the suit would no doubt be lacking.

“You Mister Zander are here by under arrest for committing acts of espionage against your government the Core Imperial Confederation, and hereby relieved of your position of your company and subsequently your citizenship to the Confederation terminated until further review when your allotted time for repeal can be processed. . . after your punishment.” Seto spoke clearly and concisely.

Perhaps it was the unrealistic scenario that this executive had found himself, it had never been something so personal such as his life that the actions he took would affect him so, further worse was the fact the two guards he had hired to protect him stood slack jawed and unwilling to comply with their contractual obligations.

Seto continued to wear his mask of impassivity, but a small tug of his lips twisted his mouth to turn into somewhat of a smirk, “-Should you resist, well, judgement had already been cast, the only variable is the punishment.”

 

[Lannik Hayes]

Lannik Hayes, Stormtrooper Sergeant​

Equipment: Katarn Multipurpose Battle Armour, AKraB Vibrodagger, G-11F Blaster Rifle​

Location: Imperial Base, Edge of Benoga, Vulpter​

Tags: [member="Cynthia Alucard"]​

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He watched as the blonde head slowly moved up from his chest to his collarbones to finally meet his own gaze. And perhaps it was just him, but somehow the usual venom in her eyes seemed a little… subdued?

Was it the air?

Was it the heat?

Did she eat something that disagreed with her?

Wait… Was she having cramps?!

Luckily I kept that bar of chocolate from yesterday…

Just in case he needed to bribe the dangerous beast that was a grouchy Cynthia Alucard.

As if to prove his words wrong, Lannik watched as her blue eyed glare sharpened and her slender frame snap into her usual militaristic precision. But instead of her attempting to high kick his face or suplex him into submission, the blonde was apparently feeling forgiving today for his… unfortunate, but honest, slip.

But unfortunately, he has been known to be a little dense at times. Or rather, he often did not notice the warning signs until it was far too late… And at other times, he ignored them on purpose.

Case in point #1? When his charge threatened to use him as a projectile, he presumed she was merely jesting, not knowing that when Marriskcal said something, she could well and truly carry out her threats without even blinking twice.

Case in point #2? Even when he found out that one Kyle Whir happened to be Kyli Graf... who in turn was related to their Head Honcho, he still called her Jolly Giant. The fact that the supersoldier could probably flick him on the nose and send him flying never even made it into his mind.

So yes, Lannik Hayes can be… a little dense.

He snorted at the ace pilot’s retort and the shooing motions she was making in his direction. “Perhaps when you’re looking less under the weather, I might believe you.” She looked like she had a slight fever. Shouldn’t she be resting and not wandering outside in the polluted environment?

“Want to come with me? I’m going to receive my assignment and my superior’s got a pretty cushy office with air-conditioning in the waiting area. We can catch up til we’re there, then you can cool off for a bit while I slip in and hear what he’s got to say,” Lannik offered, gesturing for the young woman to enter before him.

“But life… goes, I suppose. My previous superior got tired of my attitude and shipped me off for ARC training. But HAH! The joke’s on him. You’re looking at a certified ARC trooper now,” he said with a grin, waiting until the blaster door has closed behind them before unsealing his helmet and pulling it off to tuck it beneath an arm.

“But you’re right. While I may complain about boring tasks, I definitely prefer them over exciting ones. Enough about me though, how have you been on your end?”