Dominion [NEO] Sand and Steel | Dominion of Pesmenben IV

[Carduul Akahl]

The desert planet of Pesmenben IV has stood as a lawless frontier for years. With no notable footnote in history, it has served as a haven for pirates, smugglers, and every manner of outlaw.

At first glance, this barren world seemed inconsequential. Deep beneath its blistered surface, however, lies its true potential. The Crusade has found usage in the mines scattered across the planet’s surface discovered through initial scouting reports. Ever-useful metals are extracted from the planet’s crust to be put to use in the construction of war-machines, and armor for recruits that grow in number by the day.

The mining union of the planet, pushed to the brink by extortion and marauding, saw a glimmer of hope in the promise of a better future. After a brief and tenuous negotiation, a vanguard force has been deployed to wrest control of Pesmenben IV and secure its vital resources.

The locals, however, are more than discontent to have their sanctum intruded upon.

Correct their course—restore order the Mandalorian way.

Objective 1: Hard Cargo​

The latest shipment of valuable minerals and ore—bound for major corporations of the Core Worlds—has been seized and redirected by the Neo-Crusaders into the treacherous dunes of the desert.

This has attracted attention from the planet’s population, which has generated caution amongst the Field Marshals in regards to this first shipment. The convoy, a swift repulsor-train fit for such cargo, is a long way from the staging ground. Every mile is contested by the threat of ambush, as opportunistic bands lurk in the desert’s shadows.

Defend the shipment through shifting dunes and winding canyons, and claim the Crusade’s prize from the jaws of anarchy.

Objective 2: Dead Men Tell No Tales​

A fortified stronghold serves as the heart of operations for the planet’s illicit activities. Intelligence identifies one particular malefactor, Korok Jaydir, as a prominent ringleader. Their iron grip controls much of the incoming and outgoing starship traffic, black-market dealings, and slave trade that fuels this lawless frontier. Situated in the center of the planet’s major population center, he has styled himself as the de-facto ‘governor’ of the planet, though has made it clear they oppose our intervention.

Since our landing, the office serving as his stronghold has been put on alert with whatever mercenaries and thugs his money could buy. His makeshift militia has been sent out through the city, patrolling the bustling streets and smoke-filled bazaars in a vain attempt to mitigate our presence.

Navigate through crowded markets and shadowed alleyways before infiltrating the so-called governor’s office. Dismantle their reign by whatever means necessary so that a more open-minded individual takes their place, be it through coercion or by force.

Objective 3: BYOO​

The continued classic.

 

[Ralo Akahl]

Objective 1: Hard Cargo
Tags: Open​

The blinding winds whipped harshly against the exterior of the train. It was all that separated him from the harsh and lawless elements of this planet. The butt of his blaster rifle rested on the floor from where he sat, hands idle mindedly keeping it upright.

“They shipping us out to the frontlines anytime soon?” Came a query from one of his squad, Kip.

“Wouldn’t count on it anytime soon. There’s gonna be more shipments like these.” Responded another, Herald.

A low chuckle elicited from the first, “With a ride like this, I’m hoping they don’t. Easy job, easy life…”

There was a scoff from Herald, only for his own voice to join the conversation; “This ‘life’ ain’t easy. They wouldn’t send us out here for no reason.”

It was funny, in a way. Had things shook out differently, he’d probably have been somewhere on this planet sooner or later. Wasting away, always looking for the next job. Always kept on someone’s leash as a way to survive. Murdering and killing his way to the next paycheck, no matter who it was, damn the consequences. Hell, maybe he’d have even grown desperate enough to have fully tried ingratiating himself in a Crime Lord’s graces.

Amidst his brief ruminations of the mind there was unrest. Out of the corner of his eye, just through the window, he could have sworn he saw something move. Something other than the shifting sands. At the speed they were moving, perhaps it was just debris of some kind. But his instincts told him otherwise. From what he knew, this whole planet was full of cutthroats and desperates, just like he once was.

Coming to a stand, he brought the rifle into both of his hands with a practiced motion. “Thought I saw something outside…” Was the wary statement to the other Crusaders in the car, earning a few cautious looks in return. Steps had motioned towards the window, squinting out into the sand as he opened it.

And just as he did, a blaster bolt streaked out from the storm towards his face. His head jerked back inside with the bolt scorching the wall behind him, just as the skiff it originated from came into view. Laden with whooping and cheering people of all kinds—bandits. Without a doubt, there’d be more.

“Told ya there’d be trouble!” Came a grunt, as he primed his blaster. Hopes of a simple cargo run were gone, but at least this mission would no longer be boring.

 

[Careena Fett]

C a r e e n a .F e t t

| Location | Pesmenben IV, Surface​

| Objective | Aggressive Negotiations ​

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Careena stood atop a roof as the cloak that covered her Mandalorian armor billowed in the wind, observing the governor's office from a distance. A pair of macrobinoculars scanned the area as she took note of the individuals in the crowd below that didn't fit in with the rest of the populace. Mercenaries, and a lot of them it appeared. Why anyone thought it be a good idea to send such an unsavory group to meet the Mandalorians escaped her, but then again, there were many in the Galaxy that had forgotten what it meant to cross a Mandalorian - something she was keen on reminding this so-called governor.​

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Whether it be a lesson of respect or discipline, there was still the matter of having their audience with the governor, and with so many of his lackeys around, it would be difficult to get close without having to go through a lot of bodies in the process. Could she make a shot from where she was and be done with the matter? Absolutely, and without fail either. But there was always the off chance that even the governor could prove to be more useful than anyone they would install thereafter, hence why it was more appropriate to at least gauge their character and willingness to cooperate; face to face.​

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She glanced down at her vambrace, a map forming across her forearm as she pointed her index finger along several locations, marking targets that she had observed thus far for any friendlies to avoid.​

 

[Brent Warnel]

Brent sat in the rear of the train as it sped across this desert world, throwing up sand and grit in its wake. This mission was different from the ones he had been on recently. Ferrying supplies into the desert and protecting cargo were not his normal activities. But the Crusade needed supplies, and he would do his part to bring them in. This train held all manner of supplies vital to the Crusade, from making ships and armor to blasters, even to medical supplies. It was badly needed if they wanted to continue the Crusade's push into the local region.

But with such precious materials come those who want to take it for themselves. Bandits, brigands, and marauders were all looking to take the supplies and sell them to the highest bidder. But Brent and the Mandalorians around him would not let that happen.

“Thought I saw something outside…”

..came the query from a Mandalorian further up the train. Brent did not know him but respected his ability to determine if an enemy was approaching. Brent stood up in preparation as the other Mando glanced outside. Brent hadn't taken a step before Ralo Akahl jerked his head back into the train as a blaster bolt painted the bulkhead just behind.

"Told ya there'd be trouble!"

Brent moved to the bulkhead of the train, sliding a small window-port open and peering outside. More blaster bolts streaked toward them, impacting the side of the train. Some type of skiff lurched up and down on the sand dunes, packed with the worst kind of people: bandits. Brent cycled through his helmet's visible light spectrums, but the sandstorm made it difficult to see very far.

Regardless, his blaster opened up on the skiff, the targeting computer in his rifle syncing with his HUD and delivering precise shots onto the vehicle, sending bandits careening over the side into the sand. Brent continued to fire but kept his head on swivel, looking for more targets. He saw hazy outlines getting closer, more skiffs. On those skiffs were more bandits, and Brent noticed they were carrying heavy armaments to bring the train down. He sent several shots toward the bandits and started marking targets on his HUD, feeding the data to the Vod in the train, identifying the most heavily armed bandits he saw.

"They have heavy weapons! Don't let 'em get close!"

Ralo Akahl

 

[Tyrkhan]

Careena Fett
Crushgaunts | Crusader Assault Armor | Beskad | Kal Dagger | Commando Blaster Rifle | Custom Vambraces |

Myr'sheen stood on the Mandalorian Dropships, gazing out at the horizon as the planet of Pesemen IV came into view. The Field Marshals had deemed this lawless world a threat to the stability of the region, and it was up to Myr'sheen and his crew of gunners to bring order to its chaotic streets.​

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The Mandalorian Dropship, christened "Kr'thak's Fury," was an intimidating sight to behold. Three powerful cannons adorned each side of its hull, capable of unleashing a barrage of destructive firepower upon any target. ​

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Myr'sheen's plan was to use these cannons to blast a hole through the stronghold's defenses, and keep the mercenary distracted to allow the Mandalorians to infiltrate the complex and eliminate Korok Jaydir....​

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Myr'sheen's thoughts were interrupted by the voice of his second-in-command, a grizzled veteran named Gorvoth. "Al'verde Myr'sheen, we're approaching the stronghold. Enemy defenses are online, and we're reading multiple hostiles in the area." Myr'sheen nodded, his helmet's visor flicking to life as it displayed a tactical layout of the battlefield. ​

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"Very well, Gorvoth. Begin our attack run. Target the stronghold's main gate and blast a path for our infiltrators." With a deafening roar, the Kr'thak's Fury lurched forward, its cannons blazing as they poured a withering stream of fire into the stronghold's defenses. ​

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The sound of explosions and screams filled the air as the Mandalorian Dropship tore through the enemy's positions, carving a bloody path through the heart of the complex. ​

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Myr'sheen watched, his eyes fixed on the tactical display, "We'll keep them distracted down here, Alor Careena Fett ." as his hand pulled the trigger on the Commando Blaster Rifle to lay down suppressive firepower. ​

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