Legacy of the Fel Imperium, DG/Peacekeepers (Ession Reformation)

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The flight to Dubrillon had been a relatively short one. The world had once been one of the bastions of the Fel Imperium's power; now it was little more than a tomb. A tomb with riches just waiting to be plundered. The Ession Reformation was interested in what technology the Imperium had once had at its fingertips, that was something the Reformation as an entirety seemed to have a taste for. Technology of all kinds. They had already claimed most of the Shadow Empire's military as their own, and a recent contract with Stargo had Droid Armies being built right under the noses of Ession's neighbors.

This was all well and good, but the Grand Council had been rather clear. They wanted Fel tech, Imperial Knight Armor, royal corps kit, all the fancy toys. Toys that the Dreadguard, Peacekeepers, and those Jedi remaining on the world would gladly bring home.

Book sat in his drop pod aboard one of the many Menagarie carriers. The ship hung just above orbit, right over an old Fel airstrip. Whatever lay below was likely teeming with wildlife and possibly scavengers, nothing the Reformation's soldiers couldn't handle.

The drop pods would be recovered once the operation was done. The possibility of AA fire from scavengers had discouraged the brass from giving Book one of their dropships. The older Dreadguard found himself sorely missing the Tart-Cart, that bird was damned beuatiful when it took flight, and it could take whatever kit the scavvies below might have to lob at it. Alas, the Tart-Cart was lost, for now at least.

Book did one final check on his suit to make sure pressure was maintained, and commed in to his team.

"Dee-gee-zero-six green. Ready to drop. Status?"


2. DG-42
3.Devon Gramus
4.CC-953 Oddball

 

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A formidable Empire was now a waste. It was at its height of power, but that swiftly changed negatively. From an empire of power and strength it turned into nothing but a tomb where its Legacy will forever remain as it is now. There was no people to make it a civilization, no law to protect its people, no military to fight off its foes, no government to moderate the people. Nothing. All of those things listed down were the necessary fundamentals to have a well maintained civilization. But something had changed it. Who knows what had happened to the Fel Imperium.

But, now was not the time to learn the history of this fallen faction. Today and now was the time to take away the riches of technology the Fels once had during its days. If nobody was using it, then it was no crime to take it away for the advantage and benefit of another. Seemed a waste just to leave it there and not use it when it was not being utilized in what it was meant to do. But the technology that would soon be used once it was picked up by a task force of Ession soldiers to claim it as theirs.

Of course, there would be some sort of life awaiting for them. Scavengers and outlaws would surely be encountered, for it was a ripe place to hide away from the law and even better when you had access to untouched technology at your front doorstep. But, these people that could be hostiles were not a thing that the assigned soldiers would fret or worry about, for they had come prepared for a situation like this. No worries at all.

"Ready to drop, sir" the Peacekeeper replied back to the Dreadguard soldier. A few concussion grenades were at his disposition for him to use as well as a blaster rifle that he had brought along with him. Durasteel was what the armor was made out for its phenotype, but it was just a bucket since there was no HUD, no reserve oxygen, nothing. Just a bucket. And the sooner they could get a hand on this technology, the sooner the Essuin military would be well and better equipped.

Just needed to get on the surface to commence this operation.

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