Operation Flood-IC

[Lord Eclipsion]

"...GET OUT YOU FETHING PUBS! " A scalding voice shouted out. The various species of Mon Calimari were surprisingly united in a large square, except instead of preaching peace and acceptance, they spread the word of revolt and uprising. They had been raised in protest of the Republic, thanks to the combined effort of various...third-party associates. Mainly, the Imperialist Party of Alderaan saw a surge in members after a supposed squad of Republic Soldiers butchered a family after they reported that they supported the One Sith.

The populace rose in absolute fury, flooding the plaza with obscene and bitter signs, as supposedly a representative of the party was to make a speech. However, Republic Soldiers were slowly making their way to the protest, to keep an eye and make sure it didn't get out of hand. But, many important people were watching this event, who knows what will happen...

[member=Albrecht Tagge]​

[member=Darth Veles]​

[member=sabrina]​

[member=Popo]​

[member=Zaren Bouqi]​

[member=Ludolf Vaas]​

[member=Jaelin Nekovich]​

[member=Ladro]​

[member=Lorelei Darke]​

[member=Doc]​

[member=Riley Stryker]​

[member=Strask Ak'lya]​

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[Zion Krayt]

Located upon the planet of Mon Calamari for no other reason than to visit the planet and see the supposed reconstruction that had occurred upon the planet, Zaren Bouqi was surprised to find many inhabitants in open revolt against the Galactic Republic. What made it even more odd was the fact that some form of political party from Alderaan was involved.

In face of the impending danger, the Protector of Tython expanded his presence through the Force in order to get a sense of any emotions rising fast. He was prepared to intervene in any way that he had to, to get to the source of this apparent...Former Republic Squad. He couldn't piece together why the citizens of Mon Calamari would react in such a way to One Sith sleeper agents within the Republic Military. But then again, they had to blame someone, and the government being the obvious thing to blame, why not?

He figured that it was less anger and rage, than fear and no one else to blame but the Galactic Republic. Whatever the reason, he still stood behind a line of Riot Police that were waiting for the first sign of violence to act. At the moment they stood ready and at attention in front of the Jedi Knight as he telepathically contacted his presence.

Padawan [member="Lupe Baracka"], Zaren Bouqi contacted his Leaner. He was upon the planet, they travelled to the planet together, and he left him somewhere else upon the planet while he investigated what was happening. Come to my location, I'll be needing you to be ready for the first signs of danger. I sense something else at work here.

After he had hopefullly contacted his Padawan, the Phrik coated man that was the Protector of Tython looked around the gathering in the square.

[member="Ladro"], @Lorelei Drake, [member="Doc"], [member="Popo"], [member="Lord Eclipsion"], [member="Jaelin Nekovich"], [member="Riley Stryker"], [member="Strask Ak'lya"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="sabrina"], [member="Darth Veles"], @Albrect Taage

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

Kaiden was on-station, watching silently from the rooftops. Order. How he hated it sometimes. He considered himself somewhat of an anarchist, he despised the clamping jaws of bureaucracy and sometimes, the Republic. But, he had seen no other reason to doubt the Republic's ways until recently. However, this was not the time nor place to be thinking about the details of the government to which he fought and bled for. He blinked several times, adjusting the facepaint in the pocket mirror. It was a mark of pride for the Havoc Squad members now, to wear the trademark facepaint. He stood in line with the other soldiers, and heard the angry cries of the populace. They weren't getting violent, he had no need to intervene, no need to even say anything. Should the protest get violent, then it would be handled.

Kaiden placed the rifle against his chest, standing tall, facing the crowd. The whites of his eyes stood out among the black facepaint, accentuated by the randomized white patterns on his face. He blinked, and narrowed his eyes, and fell silent. The other soldiers followed suit, simply waiting. Weapons charged, armor up, they were ready for any sort of misdeed that these people would cause.

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Eighteen's mission on Mon Calamari was simple. Tasked with obtaining a Republic reconnaissance droid, his objective was only part of the over-arching umbrella that was Operation Flood, designed to clandestinely undermine the Republic's structural integrity at several points. A captured Republic probe droid would prove valuable to Imperial Intelligence's counter-intelligence operations against the Republic. As long as its computers were intact, Intelligence could decipher the programming and Imperial cryptographers could crack the Republic's current secret codes. Additionally, with numerous captured and fully functional probe droids, Intelligence could not only receive secret information from the Republic but send false information also.

Cipher 18 would have to leave the codebreaking to the specialists. He was an adept slicer, but no cryptographer. He was, however, a highly trained field Agent, and thus the responsibility for obtaining one of these droids would fall to him. There was a Republic naval base on Mon Calamari that would be a likely repository for such droids. Cipher 18 stood outside one of them, bordered by the crashing Mon Calamari sea. While other destabilization activities were going on elsewhere on the planet, Eighteen was dressed in standard Republic garb, posing as a Naval officer. Imperial Intelligence had also fashioned an identity card for him, which should allow him to get past preliminary checkpoints.

To reach his objective though, Eighteen imagined he would need more than just this keycard...

 

[Lupe Baracka]

Lupe rushed to the planet and reported straight to his master. He knew something was wrong and he could sense that his saber would get some use of this frantic planet.

"What's wrong sir..."

Lupe looked to the drink in his hands, he forgot to dispose of his intoxicating drink before meeting his master.

[member="Zaren Bouqi"]

 

[Zion Krayt]

"There is something suspicious about this gathering within here. I'm not sure what yet, my Padawan, but we'll find out soon enough." He replied when his Padawan had arrived and made it through the lines of the Riot Troopers.

He thought of several possibilities why this was happening. He knew the Order known as the New Order that the Sith in the Tingel Arm came from, but they had yet to make an actual appearance to the Galactic Republic, although he had spoken to Talon Vosra, the Headmaster of the Ossus Jedi Academy.

Mon Calamari was an important planet to the Republic and her military, so when he thought of it, he glanced over to his Padawan and said, "go to the nearest military base and make sure all the ships are in order. This may be a distraction so that whoever is doin this many steal information from Republic Databanks." He said through his armour and he shooed his Apprentice off.

[member="Lupe Baracka"]

 

[Lupe Baracka]

Lupe had kept walking. He was ready to serve his duties to his master and free way of life. As he was walking he bumped into [member="Ludolf Vaas"].

"Sorry about that...uh sir. Is there anywhere you can lead me"

Lupe asked.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Darth Banshee was disguised as a republic civilian, she liked it. She used the force to hide her signature, though it did have down side cutting her off from feeling the living force as well. She was dressed as local secretary, nothing local security would to closely at. She was here to monitor the protest, and see what people really thought of this new party. She hoped even with the war, the sith could use the very nature of the republic government against them. Though the chances are remote for any major success it would help to recruit a fifth column inside the republic, for day the sith come to this planet.
She was not in the crowd but a coffee bar near by just listening to the locals talk.

 

[Ladro]

Balcony over looking plaza

Business had spurred the adventure into the heart of Republic space. Mon Calimari was a prize that had been on his mind for many of years thanks to their massive ship yards. It was known to a fellow business associate who stood as someone with something to lose thanks to his hefty amount of money in the companies stocks. Their conversation had remained much of small talk and pointing out the funny looking creatures screaming and demanding answers. Why couldn't anyone see what he did. Banging, shouting, and making fools of themselves would get them no where. It was the situation now that was forced to be respected. Not the people. If they understood this then they would see just how foolish this was. Their own actions robbing the change they were fighting desperately for.​

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

By the time Lupe had randomly teleported and appeared before Vaas as if by magic, he was well inside the military compound. The Agent was reviewing the layout of the base in his head, remembering the maps he had been briefed on, when the bump caused him to turn sideways to the source. He found a strange Jedi before him, and to make matters even weirder, Eighteen caught the faint whiff of what he detected to be alcohol on the Jedi's person. Then the Jedi spewed forth with an incoherent question.

This was actually Eighteen's first ever encounter with a Jedi, and truth be told, they were not leaving a good impression. He suddenly felt glad that he was a citizen of the Empire and not the Republic.

Still, Eighteen was forced to play along. "I'm sorry, Master Jedi," He answered without a trace of his Imperial accent, feigning an apologetic glance for the collision. "You'd be looking for the Command Tower then, yes? Directly out that door, the tallest building straight ahead," He gestured.

[member="Lupe Baracka"]

 

[Lupe Baracka]

Lupe knew something was wrong. He knew by his wise masters expressions, he knew it was warfare. The details abstained from his cranium, but force empathy was like an additional sense to Lupe today and he was ready to play guerrilla. He assumed the man in front of him was an imperialist. That was irrelevant, until he found what disturbed his master of course.

Lupe gave the officer a Mace Windu look.
"I am no master, call me the fiscal phoenix. A ship of prosperity and human rights. But that's irrelevant officer, today just happens to be a field day... could you escort me to this tower?"

The syllables rolled off his tongue.

[member="Ludolf Vaas"]

 

[Darth Armyss]

Albrecht Tagge had arrived on Dac, or Mon Calamari, depending on the name one preferred, a few days ago after the One Sith's ill-fated campaign at Carida. After having seen to it that the incompetent, bumbling oaf in charge of the fleet had been summarily executed, he had his squadron go on leave before taking up his own personal mission on behalf of the One Sith and the Imperial Party, a mission that a bunch of fighter jocks would be poorly suited for. They had the bloodthirstiness for it, but they lacked subtlety, but not the ones he had selected for the mission.

He currently sat inside the cockpit of the Terentatek, an extensively modified YTA-1300 that he used as his personal transport, at a nearby landing pad, where he monitored communications both between his allies and between the Republic's law enforcement to assist in coordinating the operation's efforts. If all went well, the Republic would have, at best, a tenuous grasp on the planet by the time all was said and done, if they didn't lose their influence here entirely.

"Tagge to Eclipson, requesting an update on the current status of the demonstrations" he said over a heavily-encrypted coms channel, assuming [member="Lord Eclipsion"] had remembered to turn her comlink on.

 

[Darth Veles]

Veles inhaled the salty air of the planet, smiling. The terrible and old stereotype of a Mon Cal dating back to the Old Republic said most of them were very peaceful people, great starship builders and staunch supporters of the Republic who rebelled against the tyrannical Empire of a great man. Darth Veles was no stereotype though. True, he wanted peace, but he had no idea how to build a starship and his loyalty lied elsewhere. Dac was not even his homeworld. Yet, on this planet, currently belonging to the Republic, lived people like him. Many of them. Imperials, people of all races, raised in the Empire and taught loyalty, duty, honor. Using the Force and a few tricks learned from his time serving in the special forces, he had infiltrated the planet unnoticed, though now he revealed himself to all. The young Mon Cal Sith could have easily masked himself to perfectly blend into the crowd and disappear in the sea of the other Mon Cals. It would have been so easy considering the Mon Calamari all looked almost exactly the same to other races, the only thing he would have to change was his eye color and the markings on his head.

And yet, he wore his typical Sith apparel, even made no attempt to hide his presence in the Force despite mastering the power. Only his lightsabers remained hidden, staying in the wide sleeves of his tunic. Even the civilians recognized him. Not as a person, but as a member of an organization that used to rule the planet. It wasn't that long since the Republic violently took over Dac. Most of the protesting civilians passing around offered him a respectful bow, while others stood at attention and saluted upon seeing a Sith. Sometimes he answered with a simple nod, sometimes he raised his webbed hand.

 

[Zion Krayt]

When he sensed the Dark Side within the immediate area his head snapped around to the direction that he sensed it from. It was starting to get to him, he didn't even speak at all, and he didn't dare order the riot troopers to advance upon the crowd. He knew that the Dark Sider that was [member="Darth Veles"] would be able to just cut through the Riot Troopers that were at his disposal, through the Force or with his lightsaber.

He was pressured into action, and that action was passing the line of riot troopers and tightening his fists as he looked towards the crowd stepped out of the way of the Sith Knight, some even bowing. It disappointed him how they would so easily turn to the side of the Sith, and he realized that people didn't react that radically so fast. It was most probably due to the fear that Sith brought with them.

"Sith." Was his greeting with an emotionless voice. He would stand in the way of the Sith all day if he had to. Or he would simply fight the Sith, and now that the Sith had come he had pieced together that it was all orchestrated. There would be no other reason for the Sith to be there, and he hoped [member="Doc"] caught on fast enough that he would alert the whole planet's security forces. His eyes within his helmet were watching the Sith, trying to gauge a reaction, and then, "why?"

 

[Serenity]

[member="Albrecht Tagge"] [member="Ludolf Vaas"] [member="Hunter Cain"]
Those monitoring Republic coms would note that suddenly they were silent as if they reset themselves to a new frequency as if on some sort of a mission to prevent anyone one from keeping tabs on them. The agent sneaking amongst republic facilities would not notice but various cameras which were the eyes and ears of the GIA were watching him. They hadn't noticed a red flag yet, but unless he had the proper security to enter the command tower, he would be found out surely. Serenity monitored the gathering and decided to increase GIA presence. That was when she began scanning other frequencies for coms. After all it paid to be paranoid. Being an AI, she had come up with plans that involved significant processing power dedicated to scanning republic worlds, especially former sith ones for enemy transmissions.

[member="Hunter Cain"]
"Agent, are you on planet? I want to know who is behind this uprising and to know if it has anything to do with the sith. They seem just a bit too agitated. "
Serenity of course had others but she had requested him in particular. He was her best agent available. Hunter had done a damn good job on Aeten and hopefully here would be another amazing performance.

 

[Darth Armyss]

As the communications frequencies were reset, Albrecht frowned and immediately had the three J1 droid brains aboard his ship trace down the new frequency, a task made easier with the Corellian freighter's oversized sensor dish. Of course, doing so risked giving away the position of his ship and the fact that he was essentially conducting espionage, a capital crime under Republic law...as hypocritical as that was, he mused, given the nature of war in general. Fighting fair was asking to be kicked in the teeth in most cases, if galactic history had taught him anything about war.

He was never the type of man to leave anything to chance, however. Just in case he was discovered, he flipped some switches to engage the ignition primers on his ship's engines to allow him to relocate quickly if his position was discovered, knowing that all he had to do was fly to somewhere else on the planet, set down, and continue monitoring their communications as before.

[member="Serenity"]

 

[Lord Eclipsion]

Albrecht Tagge had arrived on Dac, or Mon Calamari, depending on the name one preferred, a few days ago after the One Sith's ill-fated campaign at Carida. After having seen to it that the incompetent, bumbling oaf in charge of the fleet had been summarily executed, he had his squadron go on leave before taking up his own personal mission on behalf of the One Sith and the Imperial Party, a mission that a bunch of fighter jocks would be poorly suited for. They had the bloodthirstiness for it, but they lacked subtlety, but not the ones he had selected for the mission.

He currently sat inside the cockpit of the Terentatek, an extensively modified YTA-1300 that he used as his personal transport, at a nearby landing pad, where he monitored communications both between his allies and between the Republic's law enforcement to assist in coordinating the operation's efforts. If all went well, the Republic would have, at best, a tenuous grasp on the planet by the time all was said and done, if they didn't lose their influence here entirely.

"Tagge to Eclipson, requesting an update on the current status of the demonstrations" he said over a heavily-encrypted coms channel, assuming [member="Lord Eclipsion"] had remembered to turn her comlink on.

Eclipsion was a rather paranoid woman. She paid for every precaution, made every contingency checked multiple times, and made sure that most of the soldiers were dumb enough to recognize any tell-tale signs. The Sith were using their own private feed, something nearly impossible to crack, and covered by various proxies and decoys. But it wasn't impossible to crack it. " It's going well acolyte! The populace are aggravated, and displeased, and the Republic are preparing for comba-WHAT IS HE DOING? " Her whispering suddenly increased in volume, and the tone became filled in rage when she [member=Darth Veles]. " What is he doing!? Everything we've worked for, every bribe and murder, every sacrifice and risk, all for nothing! Wait...We can use this to our advantage... " Eclipsions furious expression suddenly became peaceful, even joyful as an idea came to her.

 

[Darth Armyss]

[member="Lord Eclipsion"]

"Lord Veles is a hero to his people, regardless of his affiliation - to even arrest him would be a very, very bad move on part of the Republic" Albrecht reaassured the Chiss female, although he had the impression that doing so wouldn't be necessary. The Republic was in a very tenuous situation, as were the Jedi - the people of Dac would not take kindly to the eons-old feud between light and dark interrupting their demonstrations, so as long as they didn't attack first, they, for all intents and purposes, had diplomatic immunity. If the Republic responds to their presence at all, the Imperialists would win, which would leave the Republic no other option but to watch and grind their teeth down in frustration, the mental image of which being quite amusing to the human acolyte. "Any word from the 'entourage'?"

 

[Lord Eclipsion]

Eclipsion was still pacing nervously, as she watched as some of the populace bowed to Veles. " Ah, alright, that'll make things better. Oh yes! The Entourage should be getting into place now. " She watched the Riot Guards intently. Some of them were working for the Sith, and were preparing to open fire on the populace. They were heavily trained for this operation, so nobody would notice or even suspect them of doing this. Shortly, a man in the crowd would attack the soldiers, and they would open fire. The Imperial party would then work tirelessly to make sure that no news of the man attacking would get out, and that the guards had just fired.

It was a piece of art, at least to those who specialize in subterfuge.

[member="Albrecht Tagge"]

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

The crowds split apart, calming as a brown robed presence moved through them. They'd been whipped into a frenzy by the Sith's auras. The Republic was not an oppressive regime. The Republic did not calculate people's lives away. These were the sentiments the the figure in the robe wished to believe. Yet, sometimes... sometimes it was hard. He did know one thing for certain. Whatever the Republic might be, the Sith were far worse. The Dark Side held an intrinsic wrongness about it, a corruption that not even the Sith could escape. In time, there bodies would decay with its usage. One of many bits of evidence that pointed to the innate villainy of the Sith.

Jedi could do wrong, but the Sith always presented the greater evil.

He came here to put an end to this madness

The figure came to a stop in front of the Mon Cal Sith. He put down his hood, revealing the face of a young man, features hard as granite and scarred, a hewn marble statue of a face. Red hair tumbled from his head, spilling down to his shoulders. His hands rested inside the sleeves of his robe and he appeared calm, yet stern. Ten law officers stood behind the Jedi, one of them stepped forward.

"As a combatant against the Republic, you're under arrest."

The officers were Mon Cals as well. They did not appear amused at the Sith's antics.

Race and species do not make one a hero.

At once, on every holoscreen, an emergency broadcast showed the travesties of the Sith Empire as the massacred indiscriminately, then it showed the atrocities committed by the New Order. Actions conducted by Sith. Blood did not just cover their hands, their whole bodies dripped with the red vitae of innocents.

The crowds quieted, stirred to silence and shame.

[member="Lord Eclipsion"] [member="Albrecht Tagge"] [member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member="Darth Veles"]