Judged for Failure; Imperial Confederation Dominion of Chandrila

[Tanomas Graf]

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"Your Honour, the statute of limitations does not apply for murder, nor does it apply to the purported genocide that the defendant participated in on Bogde-"​

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"OBJECTION! There is no proof that the defendant participated in any genocide!"​

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"Overruled! Sit down Mr Triblen!"​

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There hadn't been any courts back in the days of the Galactic Empire, the failed military junta had decided to rather have anybody that opposed them shot than give them even the faintest glimmer of hope. And it worked, until those that decided who got shot went and started to dip into the Officer Corp in an attempt to weed out those they deemed 'ideology traitors', the resulting civil war serving as a bitter reminder for those who survived the purge. Now they got to sit in an air-conditioned room watching a man who got paid too much defend a man who obviously did what he was being charged with, and it was nice in a morbid way.

The Imperial Federation made the laws now, and those that travelled into their space thinking they were immune to said laws always amused those in both Parliament and the Courts, the most recent being a Mandalorian war criminal that wanted to repeat a horrific incident on Bogden in the Core, something they were very much averse to. Therefore, the Commissariat for State Security picked him up almost immediately, the instant he put in a bulk order for disruptors, and shipped him off to the giddy magistrates in the Courts. His face was plastered all over the Holonet for a few days before he was shut into this very courtroom, not a camera in sight, to be put to death for 'the crimes he committed against the galactic community' or whatever hogwash the High Chancellor could talk about at his banquet.

Imperial justice at its finest.

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Objectives:

1. Order in the Court (All Character Types) - Ranking members of Imperial Parliament and the Imperial People's National Party flock to Hanna City to bear witness to closed court session involving an infamous Mandalorian warlord and criminal. ISB has been alerted to several threats plotting to disrupt the trial: from a group of rogue Mandalorian warriors wishing to free their comrade to a lone bounty hunter attempting to collect the bounty on his head. Put a stop to them, lethal force is authorized.
2. A Walk in the Park (All Character Types) - Oversee the finishing touches and grand opening of a new park commemorating Emperor Palpatine himself, and prevent a rag-tag band of rebellious youth from defacing the statue of our eternal emperor.
3. Barsen'who? (Commissariat) - A tomb of a long dead Jedi Master has been discovered in the midst of Chandrila's many canyons, prompting the Commissariat for Force-Related Affairs to authorize excavation of the site and acquisition of any Jedi artefacts.
4. Bring Your Own Objective

 

[CC-15715]

Stand and guard this door.

What a time it was to be alive. Even as a clone in the service of one of the Galactic Powers there were moments like this that made your life really seem worthwhile. Guard duty was one of those things that was just a natural occurrence as a member of the clone divisions, at least now while the Imperial machine was growing, they had been trained to fight like the best soldiers you could get, destroy the enemy utterly if necessary and guard a door like it was the emperor himself.

This door was no different to many of the other doors they had guarded in their time. Metal and smooth, it ran on electro-circuits that allowed it to slide away so it was all but invisible when opened. Allowing access into the courtrooms beyond it was quite an important door, which was probably why he and the six other clones had been allocated to guard it.

He sighed in his helmet.

Stand and guard this door.

Yep, for the glory of the Empire.

 

[Hansen]

Captain Malys
Chandrila Surface, Hanna City, Federal Court
Nearby: [member="CC-15715"]

Lynda stormed down a short flight of stairs before coming to the ground floor with fists tightly clenched cursing lowly, they had just been reprimanded by a Stormtrooper Corps Major and had been left beyond furious. Lynda had wanted to slam the man's swarthy face into his desk for the insults and criticisms levelled at them 'Incompetent', 'Tardy' and 'Irresponsible' they had said. Even now she saw red and an image of a handful of black curly hair held in a crushing palm using the locks to slam that arrogant bantha's head into the mahogany desk that had been inside his office. Honest to the Gods Lynda might have been augmented under Project: Revenant but she was possessed of a choleric temper to rival any Project: Afterlife Trooper such as Rexus or Kyli.

"Anything suspicious or noteworthy happening here Colonel?" It rather disgusted Lynda to address creatures grown in laboratory as a superior but the Stormtrooper Corps had operational jusrisdiction for Court Security and the spite was most certainly palpable on the Reserve Soldier's voice. It was Spear's fault of course the only thing he ostensibly shared with the Officer who had recently scolded Lynda was a face and voice but that's enough for Lynda to feel justified in levelling a certain amount of Malice towards the Clone Commissioned Officer. "My Company is helping Local Law Enforcement outside provide security, nothing should find its' way in here." She hooked a thumb on right hand over her crimson pauldron-covered aremour, it might have been strange for a Clone Trooper to hear a woman's voice come from the taller white-armoured Trooper.

Softening somewhat, Lynda smirked feeling the Officer's tangible boredom. "Although by the look of things, you and your squad are almost hoping somebody makes the mistake of rolling into the lobby?" Her lips split and flashed a concealed grin towards the Clone Officer. A whole Platoon of Lynda's Coruscanti Guard Company were supplementing the security behind their Commander through the security checkpoint and beyond the Lobby. The Army Reserve unit was distinctly military police and mechanised infantry in nature they had repulsor "Fighter" tanks painted in white and red on each of the court block's corners.

 

[Mellifluous Magenta]

Private First Class ST-00/0666
Post 1
Equipment: Mk. IX Katarn-Class Battle Armor, w/ JT-12 Jetpack, Liquid Cable Launcher, VB-113 “Tidefall” Class Vibroblade, BR-212 “Jackal” ACR w/ 4x Combat Scope, DC-17 Hand Blaster, 2 Class A Thermal Detonator, 2 Sonic Concussion Grenades
Location: Brionelle Memorial Courthouse - Hallway outside of courtroom, Hanna City
@ Lunda Dorn [member="CC-15715"]

0666 yawned and stretched her arms out like a sleepy kitten as she stood next to the entrance to the courtroom. There was not a single job in the entire military that was more dreary than guard duty, especially when sleep had been so hard for her to get the night before. By all means, this had been the first time that 0666 was to perform guard or ceremonial duty. Her extremely diminutive stature made her an incredibly poor fit for marches and official events, because it made her stand out in a conspicuous manner, thereby nullifying the sense of uniformity and discipline that public displays of the Stormtrooper Corps were meant to convey. With so many high-ranking members of the Imperial Parliament and the National Party converging close to her location, the oddness of her assignment would be even more pronounced. It was bound to attract offhand comments, jokes, and quips about the stark contrast of a single short female stormtrooper standing guard next to a group of Fett clones. She could only hope that the Major would hear of his error.

Nevertheless, 0666 resolved to perform her duties to the best of her ability. There had been reports of a rogue group of Mandalorian warriors seeking to interrupt the trial in order to free their comrade. If those reports ever came to fruition, then 0666 anticipated that her apparent lack of height would no longer be an issue.

In the meantime, as a red-plated army officer of the Coruscanti Guard ([member="Lynda Dorn"]) came down the steps, 0666 took another deep yawn while standing on the tips of her toes to stretch her back. She spared the woman a quick nod, before straightening her posture once more.

“Hopefully…” 0666 muttered to herself in an inaudible voice in response to the woman’s inquiry.

 

[Huxy]

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Lieutenant Colonel; SC-01/2876 "Pike"​

Armor; "Katarn" Armor (Kame & Jetpack)​

Weapon(s); "Cambiarodor" Rifle​

Interacting With; [member="ST-00/0666"] | [member="Lynda Dorn"] | [member="CC-15715"]​

Status: Bored​

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He was lieutenant colonel of Wolfpack Legion, specifically, he was lieutenant colonel of Vanguard company. They were the spearhead which broke through the enemy lines with heavy weapons, vehicles, and most of all, a willing and undeniable determination to spread the 'democracy' that the Imperial Federation was spreading with it's might, open arms. One hand held a blaster, one hand held an olive branch. One, symbolic with war which was a common occurrence throughout the Galaxy. One, symbolic with the strides taken through victory and the subsequent peace. Taken separately, the different, one was a symbol of war and death, the other, a symbol of peace and prosperity. Only when thought of as one, could such things be seen clearly.

Wolfpack Legion, more specifically, Vanguard Company, was that very gun the Empire wielded. They were the weapon which was used to foster in new peace and new victory. Though they were the gun, their fingers were loose and determined...able to cast aside a weapon in exchange for an open hand of humanitarian efforts to broker peace between a broken power and the almighty imperial power which stemmed from the core, the same very birthplace of the original Galactic Empire centuries ago when things were simpler.

He was lieutenant colonel of Vanguard Company...and he...he was on guard duty. SC-01/2876 believed such a thing to be a complete and utter waste of time, especially for a man of his talents and capabilities. All he was doing now was...walking some substandard pattern through numerous hallways with a gun cocked in hand and with blank, bored, eyes. The hallway was uninviting and boring. Yes, the decorations, of course, looked visually pleasing...though there were only just so many angles to view a painting from or a vase of flowers from until one wanted to break such things.

Y'know, they could have at least put us outside. At least then the environment wouldn't be so...mononetous, even if there were just overly tall skyscrapers with little to no structure stability...wait, no, that would be just as worse. Damn it.


SC-01/2876's squadron of six troopers, including himself and his subordinate, Seargent 'Thorne', rounded the corner. Limp, grey eyes looked through the blank visor lazily only to come across a grouping of stormtroopers with white and orange markings along with a few shines up against another grouping of individuals who appeared to be stormtroopers in red and white armor. The solemn marching of the squad broke the silence of the two groups, stopping once SC-01/2876 had reached within a few feet of the two groups.

"You mates received guard duty as well? At least we're in the same boat."

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Cynthia Alucard, Pixie Wing Commander
Objective: Two A Walk in the Park
Location: Outside City Park, Nearby streets and stores
Attire:

Spoiler: Normal Civilian Uniform

Spoiler: Normal Civilian Uniform

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The sun and clouds offered such splendid weather, as if the environment had ordained this day to go as perfect as possible. Cyn for her own part simply counted herself lucky to have her shore leave granted and during an event filled with festivities around the new park the Confederacy had commissioned. As far as shore leave goes, Cyn had found her time on Chandrila thus far more than acceptable, but she was determined to make it that much better.

I know there's a place that sells them here, there has to be with the celebration. Cyn quickly moved along through another street, the civilians all appeared rather, well Cyn would describe them all as anxious if she would have slowed her walking pace a tad. A thought struck her though and she reeled in her excitement, an Imperial Confederate Officer walking with purpose would certainly put a few civilians on edge. Slow pace Cyn, you have plenty of time to walk around calmly.

Cyn allowed her smile to grow, to give people around her a comforting face should they glance in her direction. The young Ace shifted her attention to a small gathering up ahead of the street she was about to cross towards, her eyes focused forward and Cyn slowly approached the group. A pair of the local police force attempted to push back against the crowd and move them along but it was slow going and by the time Cyn approached the scene there were still a sizable crowd.

The Police appeared unsure when they say the young Cyn Alucard, but she turned her attention upwards and with a glance both officers quickly moved out of her way. Hm, admirable quickness, but hardly necessary. Cyn mused a bit more, her eyes slowly found what the entire commotion was about and it was; simply some graffiti.

Cyn shrugged and turned away, while graffiti was common place among most large cities, whoever had put in the effort really wanted everyone to know how they felt about the late Emperor Palpatine. While not a rare sentiment, I'm fully aware of that fact, a rather brave opinion to express. Cyn though quickly shook off that thought and went forward with her hunt for that sweet store.

"I'll find you, even if I spend my last few days here in these streets."

 

[Tobias Wrynn]

Location: Chandrila, approaching ChandrilTech HQ
Allies: ---
Enemies: Chandrilan locals, workers, etc
Objective 4: Infiltrate and implicate the CEO of ChandrilTech in corruption

Wrynn sat in the back of a speeder with his helmet off, taking in the soothing breeze. Chandrila was called the gem of the Core Worlds since old times, and the crisp, clean smell of unpolluted air was a rarity for Stormtroopers to enjoy. It would not last, of course.

This was an off record mission, and if he failed, the Imperials would simply deny all knowledge of it. A rogue element, acting alone. He'd be executed to assure plausible deniability, obviously. It didn't matter. Tobias did not plan on failure today.

"We are approaching the rally point," his pilot called back.

Wrynn's blue eyes opened and he leaned forward. "Let me out a few clicks short, then get out of here," he told the other man. "It's a sensor tech company. We're probably close to within their range of detection already."

"Roger that."

 

[Lannik Hayes]

Lannik Hayes, Stormtrooper Sergeant
Objective: #2; A Walk in the Park
Equipment: Katarn Multipurpose Battle Armour, Vibrodagger, Blaster
Location: Near the City Park, Chandrila
Interacting with: [member="Cynthia Alucard"]

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It was a beautiful day, with the sun shining high and bright. One Lannik Hayes would have enjoyed feeling its warmth on his bare skin… but alas, one’s duties is never done.

With much to prove, especially with his credentials going through without a hitch – Thank you very much, Whir – the newly instated stormtrooper was determined to ensure that he carried out his duties with utmost diligence. While there were things he’d much rather do that to patrol a park, after spending the last few weeks sloughing through snow and mud on Byss, Lannik was not about to complain about his good fortune.

At least he wasn’t stuck patrolling hallways like those poor karks back at the courthouse.

And watching people enjoying the festivities while ensuring that everything was in working order was not something he’d object to either way. It reminded him of why he chose to enlist into the corps. Peace and order… And well, while he wasn’t working for the First Order anymore, it wasn’t like he couldn’t continue to strive for what he believed in at this part of the galaxy. He was doing his part, and that’s the only thing that mattered.

His mood light and his steps firm, he stepped up towards the small crowd who was whispering and pointing at the graffiti that stained the walls. While most people were slowly being convinced by the ideology espoused by the Imperial Confederation, there were naturally still dissension. Beneath his helmet, Lannik blinked, catching sight of someone dressed as in an officer’s uniform.

As far as he knew, most of them were stuck in the court’s session and there shouldn’t be any wandering around the place. With an air of slight suspicion, the brunet approached the young woman, taking care to keep his body language approachable as he addressed her.

“Good afternoon, miss. I apologise for interrupting your day, but may I please see some identification?”

Without stress and frustration haunting his steps, Lannik was the epitome of polite and tactful. Well, that and if the blonde he was speaking to was a civilian dressed up in a convincing facsimile of an officer’s uniform, at least he won’t get a strike against him.

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[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau
Location: Chandrila Canyon Range
Objective: Barsen'who?
Actions: Oversee the Excavation
Attire:

Spoiler: Suit

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Large machines pulled through a forest, and several excavation workers quickly thrust themselves to their task at hand. Cable lines and platforms were all being constructed on one of the sides of a large canyon. Several kilometers below a small streak of blue indicated the river, almost stark contrast with the beige coloring of the rock and dirt that formed the majority of the canyon's wall. The previously undiscovered Jedi Temple was found in a rather fortuitous matter, some of the local natives had accidentally stumbled across these ruins and had called for help as one of them had injured themselves near the temple.

Which is why it's always important to keep good relations with the police, Seto mused silently, he watched intently as several workers all began to slowly descend down the side of the canyon wall. The young Du Couteau heir walked back to the command vehicle, a few stormtroopers saluted the Commissar and Seto inclined his head in response. Hardly considered a military operation, but these Temples were unknown and from previous lessons learned Seto often chose safety over apologizing for mishaps.

Focused blue eyes, he gathered his data-pad as more information slowly poured itself from the first excavation team, the entranced appeared sealed but they could manage with a single demolition expert. Seto raised an eyebrow but shrugged as he watched the call for the demolition expert had already been sent out. Seto for his own part emerged out of the command vehicle, he moved over to the edge of the canyon to watch the excavators begin to lower themselves down to the temple with the platform.

"How did the original builders ever get back in and who wanted this temple built here?" Seto calmly placed his left hand beneath his chin and he wondered what they'll find within the Temple. I hope there isn't that much dust. His free hand clutched his cloak at the thought of entering into that temple with that much dust.

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Cynthia Alucard, Pixie Wing Commander
Objective: Two A Walk in the Park
Location: Outside City Park, Nearby streets and stores
Attire:

Spoiler: Normal Civilian Uniform

Spoiler: Normal Civilian Uniform

Cyn nearly snapped out an angry reply Who wants to see me id- Her features were only momentarily dark but when saw the white armor her smile returned. Of course her smile cut deep through her annoyed look and she offered the Trooper a polite nod as she slowly reached into her officer's jacket. But of course, right when I thought I smelled something sweet.

"Of course sir," Cyn politely responded, her smile continued to shape along her face like a dagger, "-I hope there is no issue." Cyn added as she handed her identification card to the trooper. Best if I make this situation somewhat bearable, and not like the trooper had much choice in the matter. No doubt any duty to patrol this park area would have been terribly boring, and without a pass to enjoy the festivities, no doubt this trooper merely wanted someone to address.

With slight indignation to her sigh, Cyn gazed upwards to the Trooper's visor and slowly twisted her smile slightly to hopefully offer up a sense of empathy to the poor trooper. "-If I could have your name Trooper as well, you never know when I might need to ask for someone as diligiant as yourself." Cyn explained, while the rumors of rioters and the like were rather implausible, it wouldn't hurt to know someone that was patrolling this park.

Perhaps if I see anything I could let this Trooper know and perhaps garner some favor for giving him a tip.

[member="Lannik Hayes"]

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Marriskcal Lati, Civilian
Objective: #3; Barsen'who?
Equipment: Lightsaber (Blue) & Throwing Knives
Location: Chandrila Canyon Range, Chandrila
Interaction with: [member="Seto Du Couteau"]

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Since the beginning of their arrival, until the moment her brother disappeared to retrieve information and enlighten himself as much as he could on the situation, Marriskcal Lati has stood at the very edge of the precipice.

To most people who did not know her well, the young woman appeared to be merely be intent, attentive to the excavation process that was unfolding beneath her feet. But to those who did know her well, there was a clear gleam of delight in her vivid blue eyes. And while her body was still from her own restrain, her presence was a noisy cacophony of curiousity, delight, and impatience.

Even as Seto reemerged by her side, the blonde did not avert her eyes from the excavators that were being lowered into the canyon. Though as always when her brother spoke, she listened carefully to what was being said. “Probably with the Force,” she mused aloud. “Or perhaps a small speeder?”

The toes of her deep brown boots peeked out into air as she leaned forward in a precarious manner. Over the thighs where they ended, the young woman wore a sand shaded pants paired with a fitting beige shirt. With her hair twisted into a low braid and a pair of brown leather gloves covering her hands, Marriskcal was secretly pleased that she looked close to her favourite holomovie archeologist.

“If they have built it in such a secluded area, they probably did not want anyone stumbling upon the temple with ease.” And then, a new line of thought alighted in her mind. “Seto, can we follow along with those excavators as they descend?” Marriskcal turned towards her brother, her voice pleading. “You can probably direct them more efficiently from below…”

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[Lannik Hayes]

Lannik Hayes, Stormtrooper Sergeant
Objective: #2; A Walk in the Park
Equipment: Katarn Multipurpose Battle Armour, Vibrodagger, Blaster
Location: Near the City Park, Chandrila
Interacting with: [member="Cynthia Alucard"]

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Ah kark it.

The moment he caught the passing of the dark cloud across her features, Lannik knew he was in for it. And while the young woman whom he has accosted for her identification smiled sweetly up at him, the damage was already done.

The sergeant watched her cautiously, as though she was a thermal detonator waiting to go off when she acquiesced, reaching into her jacket and removing the requested item. Carefully, Lannik kept his eyes on her saccharine smile the whole time as he took the proffered card. While others may find it innocent, and perhaps even adorable, he had caught a glimpse of what was in the abyss.

And while he was loathe to take his gaze away from the young woman before him, his duty came first. Taking a deep breath and hoping that things wouldn’t get worse, Lannik glanced through the identification and compared it with the information in the database, taking note of her name, rank, and most importantly, the fact that it was not false.

“Everything checks out, Wing Commander Alucard. Thank you for your tireless service.” It was with a bit of a relief that he passed the blonde back her card. And then, her clear blue eyes made contact with his own and she gave him another of her smiles. Within the safety of his armour, Lannik swallowed the lump in his throat. Oh Maker, I’m going to get–

Alucard then spoke. And his worry was realised.

Yeap. Getting my sorry self reported.

But such a direct question was not something he could deflect without sounding like he was onto her. So it was with great dread that the stormtrooper replied, “Lannik Hayes, ma’am. I’m just carrying out my responsibilities.” Was there a way to hopefully butter her up and get her to forget this incident? He could only try.

“Please feel free to ask me anything. So long as it does not interfere with my patrol, I will gladly aid you.”

 

[Har'xa Escala]

Har’xa Escala
Objective: #4; Catching up with his firstborn
Location: Hotel La Primavera, Skygarden, Hanna City, Chandrila
Interacting with: [member="Lin'yao Escala"]

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The evergreen world of Chandrila was peaceful, and its weather temperate. One Har’xa Escala sat by the terrace, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his skin. Life has been hectic ever since he had made the decision to return to his previous position in the Imperial Confederation. There had been much to do, between his duties as Head of House Escala and his reinstated position as Fleet Admiral.

Even now, as he sat here in the quiet serenity of the famed Skygarden with a pot of fragrant tea set before him, there was still work to be done. While it required his attention, it was not so urgent that the older male could not afford to set aside some time for his eldest. After all, the other had left home for quite some time, and while Har’xa was content to know that his son was doing well, it would ease a lot of concerns that he had to be able to see Lin’yao in person.

It was just unfortunate that Sula was unable to leave Anaxes and accompany him for this trip, for she continued to fret over their youngest. She would have enjoyed seeing him for herself and making sure he’s fine for herself as well. The Epicanthix leaned back against the leather settee, his eyes drifting over the beautiful garden once more as he continued to wait for his heir.

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Cynthia Alucard, Pixie Wing Commander
Objective: Two A Walk in the Park
Location: Outside City Park, Nearby streets and stores
Attire:

Spoiler: Normal Civilian Uniform

Spoiler: Normal Civilian Uniform

Cyn graciously accepted her identification card back, her hands quickly went to task at vanishing the card beneath her jacket as she nodded once in return to Hayes's words. Concise and without pause, she never understood the quarrels that developed between pilots and army soldiers but fortuitous for Cyn that this one appeared well mannered.

Maybe he's just good at hiding his animosity towards pilots really well, much like how I can control my outward appearance exceptionally well. Cyn only smiled wider at the notion, here she could form a good relationship with mutual understanding of one another.

As Hayes explained himself Cyn noted how well the man conducted himself politely with each sentence, and she continued to enjoy how formal he was being towards her. Perhaps he would like to talk more later? I haven't made much in the way of friends down among the Stormtroopers or Army. She shared no such biases towards any other branch of the military.

Cyn remembered her last ground mission upon the snowy hell of Byss, well she figured getting to know at least one person from the other branch of military would prove beneficial. "Ah, well I do hope your patrol's bear as much fruit as my own hunt, because thus far it feels as if I've been walking around in circles." Cyn explained, attempting to relax the air around them.

She gestured with her left hand towards where the graffiti had been found, "-Minor annoyances come up at the worst times no? You could just walk around and going about your business and suddenly you find yourself facing an inconvenience." Cyn continued her explanation, her eyes were cast away from Hayes and out down the side walk towards other stores.

"Alas, we should always look for paths around such inconveniences. . . and speaking of paths, have you been here in this city for long?" Cyn asked, her head turned slightly to face Hayes, her eyes curious to see if he could help her locate that store with the apples. Even heard they had some golden ones as well to enjoy.

[member="Lannik Hayes"]

 

[Tobias Wrynn]

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The speeder went winging away before Wrynn even had time to give a casual goodbye salute. He held his helmet under his arm and watched the pilot disappear on the horizon before he even considered moving. The area was probably already being monitored, given someone had trespassed so close.

News of the CIC's intent to occupy Chandrila had traveled rapidly, and before they ever landed, there was immense resistance from the localities. Control of the world had changed so many times in recent years, the fear of an infantile superpower taking hold and bleeding their resources dry was extremely real to the people. He was briefed on many things before this mission by his immediate chain of command, and the hostility of the Chandrilans was near the top of the list. Expect that if you are found out, there will be resistance. Expect that if that happens, we will liquidate you as an asset and leave you to their devices.

Pleasant talk, that.

Imperials all treated the world that way. Grave, cruel, but not unrealistic. That set High Imperials apart from lowly Stormtroopers. To Wrynn, it was all just part of the job. He lifted the helmet overhead and configured the scanners to long range, seeking heat signatures.

The compound had at least two sentries at each entrance, and security towers manned at any given corner. He lacked the ability to find anything more at that time- topography, the works, things he wished he could have had access to Imperial Command for- but he had to make due.

He struck up a jogging pace and kept to the high grass. Once he confirmed their scanner's range, he could proceed with his mission.

 

[Lannik Hayes]

Lannik Hayes, Stormtrooper Sergeant
Objective: #2; A Walk in the Park
Equipment: Katarn Multipurpose Battle Armour, Vibrodagger, Blaster
Location: Near the City Park, Chandrila
Interacting with: [member="Cynthia Alucard"]

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Even with his lack of experience, it… seemed like it was working?

Then again, what did he know about women?

Even after years of tangling with them, Lannik still found it hard to tell what they were thinking at times. He watched Alucard like how a clawmouse would a tooka, well-aware that she could pounce at any moment. But considering that the blonde was still conversing with him, he could only presume that all was… forgiven? Or perhaps forgotten?

Either way, the brunette could only hope that it was one less mark in his records and three less triplicates of forms that he needed to fill in sometime down the line. There was no point in worrying about it until he gets slapped with a reprimand.

“Thank you for your well wishes, ma’am.” He let out the breath he has been holding, his more amicable side making a show as Alucard picked up the threads of their previously sparse conversation. Now that her annoyance has seemingly passed, she seemed to be a vivacious person – and dare I say it – pleasant?

Perhaps what they were doing it considered boring, and even mundane, it was much preferable after all the excitement Lannik has recently experienced. “Unfortunately so. But despite vandalism being frowned upon, I prefer to deal with this sort of discontent compared to a protest.” After all, a protest or a gathering of any sort has the chance of gaining momentum and descending into violence.

He lifted his head, his gaze following the young woman’s own as she looked towards the shops before she turned her attention back towards him. “I’ve been posted here for a week now, so I’d say I’m familiar enough with the area. Are you hunting for something in particular?”

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau
Location: Chandrila Canyon Range
Objective: Barsen'who?
Actions: Oversee the Excavation
Attire:

Spoiler: Suit

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Seto smiled warmly as he listened to Marr, of course he wouldn't dare approach a Temple when he had no insurance that it was at least mildly safe for his clothing. But I do need to at least watch them open the Temple doors Seto mused with a rationalization to go down with the next group of excavators. There were little in the way of him doing anything to appease his sister outside of simply accepting her request, with another look of her blue eyes filled with excitement Seto relented.

"Yeah, let's go see them open the sealed doors." Seto agreed, his eyes peered down below for a moment and wondered how large the Temple was inside. Even with primarily reports of using their sensors, there was large swathes of the underground that disrupted the readings and much of the early mappings for rather woefully incomplete.

Spot even mentioned how it appeared whatever metals were used to build the Temple made its sensors rather inept at finding anything much past the use of saying, 'Something's there and in the way, also it's shaped like a rectangle with Triangles along the sides'. Seto moved onto the platform and continued to think about Marr's earlier words of how the previous occupants made it purposely difficult to both find and enter.

Than perhaps using explosives. Seto pressed both his hands together under his chin for but a second before he smiled and chuckled to himself. The young Du Couteau heir hardly found himself utilizing the Force for every little thing, but to enter this Temple perhaps there was a secret. The Commissar moved over to his sister and gestured towards her follow him over to the edge platform that was directly over the Temple.

He smiled wickedly and with an old emotion of childish excitement rose within him, "-You're right, we need to drop down to the Temple with the Force." Seto agreed before he turned around and jumped down from the edge of the platform. His cape and white hair flared upwards with the rush of wind, his smile grew as he graciously fell for a quicker way to lower himself and nearly last second he slowed himself for a gentle landing.

Seto Force pulled himself over to the ledge of the Temple, the stone made for a secure landing but perhaps later he should have someone include a larger balcony and railings. Several of the Excavators were a tad surprised to see their Commissar so suddenly appear among, after all the platform with the explosive team was still in the process of lowering. But none appeared worried of his appearance, if not a tad calm, Force users while unpredictable at the best of cases, Seto had showed himself to be of constraint and poise when dealing with the Force.

Also, Jedi Temples, while not as dangerous as ancient Sith Temples, were known to possess a certain degree of defenses. The excavator's Commissar could handle the more strenuous part of their mission, to which Seto for the most agreed with the train of thought for such a mission. Seto for his part, quickly ascended the steps to stand in front of the large stone-like doors of this ancient temple made by the Jedi. His hand stretched outwards and with focus he summoned the Force once more to pull open the doors wide apart.

"Marr, if you wouldn't mind to keep sure our dig team here remains safe as I pry this door open." Seto asked, his concentration increasing as he continued to use the Force to open the temple doors.

His mind worked smaller into the strange mechanism that the door used to keep shut, following these strange patterns and slowly releasing over a dozen latches as he felt something give in the door. With a single intense pull, Seto raised his other hand to better coordinate himself as he slowly released the last lock and pulled the stone doors open.


[member="Marriskcal Lati"]

 

[Mellifluous Magenta]

Private First Class ST-00/0666
Post 2
Equipment: Mk. IX Katarn-Class Battle Armor, w/ JT-12 Jetpack, Liquid Cable Launcher, VB-113 “Tidefall” Class Vibroblade, BR-212 “Jackal” ACR w/ 4x Combat Scope, DC-17 Hand Blaster, 2 Class A Thermal Detonator, 2 Sonic Concussion Grenades
Location: Brionelle Memorial Courthouse - Hallway outside of courtroom, Hanna City

As 0666 yawned outside of the courtroom while the other stormtroopers assigned to guard duty made small talk with each other, the trial commenced inside of the courtroom when the judged pounded her gavel against the wooden desk. The only indication that the trial had begun to the stormtroopers standing outside of the courtroom was when the order was given to close the doors. No one would be allowed entry until the first recess. The trooper standing immediately adjacent to the door quickly executed the task, and the doors slammed shut with a satisfying bang and click as they doors locked into place.

“Damn heavy door.” The clone trooper next to the entrance commented as he rolled his shoulders.

Unbeknownst to the ISB and the stormtroopers standing guard outside the door, a two-way soundproofing and sensor jamming system had been discreetly installed in the door and the walls over the course of a few days for a work order commissioned by the local clerk. As such, any sounds from the trial would not travel outside of the courtroom itself, no matter how loud or discordant. Any sounds or sensor signals would not be able to travel within the courtroom either. The door and the surrounding walls had been fortified with impervium as well, via the same work order.

The sudden silence which filled the air outside of the courtroom was immediately soothing to 0666, although it had the unwanted side effect of making her feel even more drowsy than she had in the moments before. In truth, she did not think much of the eerie silence, reasoning that soundproofing systems were standard for courtrooms in order to maintain privacy for sensitive trials.

Inside of the courtroom, the judge cleared her throat and paused for a moment as she organized a few important trial documents in front of her before opening her mouth to speak. “Court is now in session for the trial of Gerkeed Spall versus the people of Chandrila. Opening statements please, first from the defense.” She stated, before gesturing towards the defense team with her pen.

The lead defense lawyer stood up from her chair and began her prepared statement. The courtroom was silent as she spoke, although the tension in the air of the room seemed to take on a strained aspect when the woman brushed off one of the more gruesome details of the genocide on Bogden as an ‘unfortunate oversight’. Nevertheless, the lawyer continued her speech, although she refrained from directly referring to any more disquieting facts of the case.

Throughout the course of the statement, a few more security guards had filed into the room, many of whom were particularly well-built and packed with muscle. Each one had a blaster carbine holstered on their hip, and their torsos seemed to be covered by some form of concealed body armor. The Mandalorian defendant seemed wholly unconcerned at the presence of more guards, especially heavily-armed ones. He kept his gaze locked onto the papers on his desk, thereby concealing his features from the intense stares of the prosecution.

It was only when the defense leading defense lawyer finished his speech when the first inklings of suspicion at the presence of so many heavily-armed guards whispered through the audience. Sensing the growing suspicion in the room, a particularly large guard with sporting a full sleeve of Mandalorian tattoos on his left arm made a quick and discreet gesture to the others, who then began to spread out within room. Three of the guards took positions next to the door, while the rest dispersed themselves along the edges of the aisles.

The tattooed Mandalorian approached the prosecution desk, purportedly to deliver a stack of papers. Instead, in one swift yet nigh-inconspicuous movement, he pressed the barrel of his carbine against the temple of the lead prosecutor and yanked the suddenly shrieking man from his chair.

Almost simultaneously, the blaster carbines were pulled from their holsters and pressed against the skulls of a few select individuals who had been forcibly pulled from the stunned audience. By then, the lead prosecutor was cuffed and gagged before being thrown in the area in front of the judge’s desk. More than a few screams and cries erupted from the throats of the audience, but the Mandalorian ‘guards’ worked quickly to suppress them. Those who sought to leave the room were met with the barreled chested figures of a trio of brusque Mandalorians, thereby compelling them to return to their seats.

“You are now hostages.” The leading Mandalorian spoke calmly from the front of the room, in a discordant baritone voice which had a few hints of electrical undertones, indicative of extensive cybernetic modification. “Do not panic, do not move, do not speak, and if the stormtroopers standing just outside this door are cooperative enough...you may leave this building with your lives.” He continued in a firm voice, as four more individuals were cuffed, gagged, and thrown in front of the judge’s desk. “In truth, we wish no harm upon any of you, however…” In one unnervingly quick and casual motion, the Mandalorian pulled a blaster pistol from a concealed holster, adjusted the power setting, and shot one of the gagged hostages in the left kneecap. “We need to set a few ground rules and...expectations. For one, there is to be no talking. All entrances and exits are locked and soundproofed, so that particular option may not be of much use to you anyways. We will also be collecting your datapads and various devices, although…” The tattooed Mandalorian took a brief glance at his datapad. “As of thirty seconds ago, the communication jammers have been activated so they should be mostly useless as well. However, we will be letting certain signals through to facilitate negotiations.” He added with what amounted to a shrug. “An assault force of Mandalorians far more armed and armored than us is en route to this courthouse. It is my hope that the negotiations are concluded by the time they arrive…”

In the hallway outside of the courtroom, it wouldn’t take long for the stormtroopers to notice the communications disruption. However, since the jammers were only turned on after the rapid seizure of the hostages in the courtroom was complete, little could have been done about the situation at hand in advance. Soon, each stormtrooper was sent a single, three-letter message which was classified as ‘urgent’.

“Time to negotiate.”

 

[Lin'yao Escala]

Lin'yao Escala
Objective: #4; Catching up with his father
Location: Hotel La Primavera, Skygarden, Hanna City, Chandrila
Interacting With: [member="Har'xa Escala"]
__________ __________ __________ __________

[SIZE=9pt]Lin'yao[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] was late. He, the heir of house Escala, was late to a meeting with the head of house Escala, his father, Har'xa Escala. The epicanthix never made to be late on purpose, he never sought to purposely procrastinate things and to set things aside from the here and now. He had been raised up on[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] such things as discipline, perseverance, respect, and authority. If he was to inherit the mantle of head of house Escala he would need to do such things such as that, he couldn't afford to be like his fool of a brother, Kou'ha, a man who had left home to pursue a naval career within the confines of the totalitarian regime of the conniving First Order. A regime which was now collapsing, much as Lin'yao and Har'xa had expected from such a decentralized and corrupted empire. Whenever a nations arms grew too big their legs would falter and they would fall under the weight of their own greed and keen for power and ultimate technological dominance.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Har'xa[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] had predicted an exterior threat, Lin'yao[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] had predicted a Civil War. And, as was typical, Yao's father was right.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]It had been quite some time since the heir of house Escala had seen his father, he had been busy in past years with creating a company of sorts. A military-centric one, of course. Agriculture and Infrastructure we're always wise and noble choices, however, [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Lin'yao knew that such things could falter easily. With a military focused[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] company in his fist, he would have some sway over politics and wouldn't be subject to the whims and wishes of the unpredictable markets and shareholders...at least, somewhat, that is.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The man stepped out onto the balcony, back straight, head held high and leveled smoothly, fingers clenched. Organized, precise, and in control. His soft crimson eyes looked around the balcony, taking in the vibrant greens of trees and the full range of colorful flowers before happening upon his father, Har'xa. Once his eyes fell upon the man he made his way over to him and say in the chair opposite of him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Hello[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Father. How have you been as of late, we[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] need to catch up on all that's happened since our last meeting.[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]”[/SIZE]

 

[Tanomas Graf]

High Chancellor Tanomas Graf​

Objective IV - Long Overdue​

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He kind of felt bad.

His subordinates were over in Hanna City guarding some farcical trial, the outcome of which had been decided weeks ago, while he was relaxing just outside of a resort somewhere along the equator of Chandrila. A small subsection of the beach had been dedicated to him today, with black-and-gold shoretroopers patrolling the area to make sure nobody tried to make a run for the head of government. He sat alone in a single chair on the foreshore, his bare feet dipping lazily into the damp sand, the tide occasionally coming up to touch his skin. A nearby holoradio played music from the 820s that masked the barks of a certain beagle as he harassed gulls that resided on the shore.

Graf looked over, a small smile threatening to overtake his features when he watched Arvis trip and faceplant into the sand, the dog's tail wagging wildly. He sighed, glancing over to the other side of the beach where other inhabitants of the resort had set up outside of the trooper-enforced perimeter, some of them looking away when they noticed the high chancellor's view was set upon them. 'Typical', he thought, moving his gaze away and returning it to the calm sea, a slight annoyance now evident. The only people here were highborns that only wanted to get to know him in exchange for favours, something he had despised during his tenure in the First Order, a den of classist nepotism.

He scowled but chuckled quietly when he felt Arvis begin to lick his fingers, the older man twisting his torso to pick up the dog and place him on his lap.

At least it was nice out today.