Mission Nowhere to Run [Sith Order & Allies]

[Lina Ovmar]

Night clung to Maramere, covering the approach of the strike force. Security lamps swept across the jungles edge scanning for danger, making the security blind to movement in the shadows for the moment the force held position hidden just within the tree line awaiting their signal to move, an uncharacteristic icy breeze washing over them as one by on the security lamps swung sharply inwards their attention drawn by movement within. The signal they had been waiting for.

Within the compound walls, a cloaked figure stalked across the open ground, her form solidifying as she moved, shouts from security rippling throughout the word intruder uttered in more than one language as the force moved to intercept her, surrounding her entirely forcing her to stop.

Amidst the soft click of the safety switches being moved on their rifles there was also a soft and steady drip that drew their eyes down to her hand and the trail of blood she had left behind her, crimson against her pale skin, yet blackening as soon as it hit the ground.

"Is ri hadzuska, Nu nuri j'us andijki.
Dradzia, kraujas iw ki kraujas.
Dradzia diâ nasosûtoi tsioâ diu drasosûtâdisini ki."​

Power rippled in the force, the trail of blackened blood vanishing into the soil as movement rippled in the shadows, humanoid figures rising their forms spindly, elongated limbs that ended in deadly clawed fingers, yellowing eyes watching, waiting, unable to touch the light. Silver cylinders slipped into her palms as she shook her hood free to reveal her obsidian gaze.

"You have one opportunity to surrender. This is it. Lay down your weapons and walk away, your lives need not be forfeit."

Laughter was their answer, Lina's lips curled into a smile, bloodlust running through her veins. As the first lamp went out, her lightsabers came to life and all hell let loose, screams of the dying rendered the quiet night air.

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Spoiler: Overview

Once owned by the Trade Federation of old, the ore mines on Mount Merekan have long been in the hands of little more than criminal lords. The workforce is entirely made up of slaves, be they captured and brought here en masse from raids on their home worlds, captured during pirate attacks on civilian transports or even tossed in to pay off a life debt.

The ore within the mines themselves is of incredible value, in its raw form it is innate, but once refined, it can be turned into the deadly explosive, Trihexalon.

Intent on using it to establish herself as a valuable asset within the Sith Order, as well as take an opportunity to remove a pocket of slavery from the galaxy, Lina dispatches forces to remove the current controllers and seize the mines for the good of the Order.

Objective One

Infiltration - Open assault of the mines. Take out the security defences. Leave none alive except the foreman, his life belongs to the slaves.


Objective Two

Revolt - Several members of the Red Hand have been able to infiltrate and smuggle weapons into the mines themselves, as the fighting outside begins, drawing slave masters away to fight, the revolt can begin. Support the slaves as they fight for freedom or seek to control them​

 

[Jhyrack]

Objective I

"You brought no incantaters?"

Jhyrack offered his second in command a nonchalant shrug.

He watched with interest as Lina summoned shadows from blood. He had incantaters in his kingdom, but there were none amongst his host. He had some of his trusted vanguard warriors close by.

Jhyrack didn't want to start a discussion on the subject. Some would see it as a weakness to keep them in reserve, but he didn't want everyone knowing their full strength.

Lina lit her lightsaber. Jhyrack had been leaning on the haft of his hammer. He stood tall, lifting it to his shoulder. Most of his troops carried heavy mass drivers. The maldrani ogres all wore heavy battle armour. Even in the darkness, they would form large targets.

"The battle then!" he laughed and his troops charged out of the trees, spearheading the assault.