Public Operation: Nightfall

[Ignacious Korvan]

OPERATION: NIGHTFALL - A DARK EMPIRE STORY
[OPENING CRAWL MUSIC]

ONDERON - Once governed by the Silver Jedi Concord, it now finds in itself a new beginning as an independent state along the border of the Galactic Alliance. An age of peace and prosperity has prevailed over the past two decades under the rule of their king and queen, only to be brought to an abrupt end by the IMPERIAL REMNANT. Dozens of warships emerged from lightspeed, and quickly overwhelmed the royal defense forces before capturing the capital city of IZIZ and establishing martial law. While the full scope of the Remnant’s purpose remains elusive, it appears it is in part to seize as many raw materials, supplies, and equipment as possible from both the city and the surrounding countryside.

As Imperial forces prosecute their occupation of Onderon, members of the NEW SITH ORDER and KNIGHTS OF REN turn their attentions to the forest moon of DXUN. While the moon has served as little more than an elusive waypoint for smugglers, its real value to the DARK EMPIRE is as the home of FREEDON NADD’S final resting place. Legends dating back thousands of years portend of hidden secrets within the remote tomb, which could hold a vital key to the resurgence of the SITH’ARI.



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OBJECTIVE 1: SUBJUGATION OF IZIZ
"The city was quiet for the first time as we listened to the sounds of their boots against the cobblestones..."​

Once the Imperial fleet blockaded the planet, the fall of Iziz was simply a matter of time. The majority of the planet’s military forces laid down their arms by command of the Queen, and stormtroopers at once filled the streets to establish order by means of martial law. That did not stop holdouts from staging pockets of resistance throughout the city. While most of the city rests under Imperial occupation, partisans and renegade military forces have staged a full insurgency within Iziz, with several districts remaining firmly under their control. By order of the Despot, order must be established - By any means necessary.

Mission Objectives:

• Secure the city
• Eradicate all resistance

Spoiler: Character Recommendations

Warposters - Imperial Troopers, Scar Hounds

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OBJECTIVE 2: THE BEAST WAR
"MAYDAY MAYDAY, WE NEED AIR SUPPORT NOW - REPEAT, WE NEED AIR-- AARRRRGHGH static"​

While the purpose of the Imperial occupation of Onderon - which rests dangerously close to Alliance space - remains largely obscure, it appears that part of the reason rests in the seizure of raw materials, equipment, and supplies. Dozens of strike teams have been deployed throughout the Onderonian countryside to raid as much as possible. Although the planetary defense force has surrendered, this does not mean the Imperial raiders will proceed unopposed...

The beast rider clans of the wildlands have, for millennia, maintained a tenuous relationship with the ruling Monarchy of Iziz - at times living in harmony, and at other times, giving in to mounting tensions and conflict. With the fall of the capital city and the subjugation of the royal government, the beast rider clans have seemingly united in opposition to Imperial ‘order’. A full scale guerilla war has erupted in the badlands of Onderon, with convoys being assaulted by marauder bands, and patrols being ravaged on the fringes of the frontier. Mercy and decorum know no place when facing the beast riders of old...

Mission Objectives:

• Protect the Imperial convoys on their return to Iziz
• Hunt down and destroy any beast riders encountered.

Spoiler: Character Recommendations

All Welcome - Warposter, Force Users, Spec Ops, etc.

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OBJECTIVE 3: THE DARKNESS WITHIN
"I can feel its call... like a beckoning voice."
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The Tomb of Freedon Nadd has been left largely untouched, saved by the scant few brave enough to venture through the Dxun wilds and penetrate the tomb’s defenses; such as Exar Kun and Darth Bane. Succeed where others have failed and prove yourself worthy for the title of Sith - enter the tomb, and uncover whatever secrets lie within...

Mission Objectives:

• Survive the predatory wilds of Dxun and the esoteric dangers of the Tomb
• Secure Sith artifacts from within the tomb.

Spoiler: Character Recommendations

New Sith Order, Dark Side Elite, Knights of Ren

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[Ignacious Korvan]

The Imperial Despot​

Location: The Royal Palace of Iziz - Onderon
Objective: BYOO - Oversee Planetary Operations
Tags: Marlon Sularen

For nearly a millennia, Onderon had been free of the visage of Imperial star destroyers anchored in low orbit. It had enjoyed long periods of relative stability in light of this absence, reforming into a model of prosperity in the void - even as the superpowers of the galaxy arose and fell again. But today, the long shadows of the Empire stretched above the city of Iziz, punctuated by columns of stormtroopers marching through the city streets. The majority of the city lay firmly in Imperial control, with barricades blocking off general access to the few sections of the city that remained contested. Blaster fire could be heard in the distance from said pockets of resistance, with the fighting remaining contained as of yet. The city was, for all intents and purposes, under the control of the Empire - whether or not it would remain that way was simply a matter of time... a factor one such individual wished to resolve with his presence.

The Ave Imperator slowly orbited around Onderon, with several escort ships flanking her as they enforced the Imperial blockade. A lone shuttle emerged from her hangar with a typical starfighter escort. Ignacious Korvan, Imperial Despot of the Dark Empire, sat within the shuttle as it surged through the void and down into the atmosphere of the planet. He wore his usual snow-white uniform, and very much looked the image of the man who made nearly half the galaxy tremble in disgust, fear, and anger all in one breath; save for his hair drawing closer in color to his uniform, and the presence of a few more wrinkles on his face than had been there some twenty years prior. While he had dedicated much of his efforts over the passing years to give the men and women serving under his command renewed purpose - that of establishing whatever vestige of order was within their power to establish - it had been some time since he himself felt a purpose. It was the oldest responsibility in the book, for a leader to take on the weight of the galaxy upon his shoulders, and instill the confidence and discipline in those under him so they could do their jobs. He had earned the wrinkles on his face as he gave orders that had resulted in the saving of thousands... at the expense of hundreds.

But his purpose had, on this day, changed; beginning anew on the planet of Onderon. Today, they would leech upon the resources of this fat bantha left to its own devices; grow strong as they pursued their final purpose. No longer was he constrained by the bleeding hearts of his embittered rivals in the Empire; he no longer had to consider what would happen if he did what had to be done.

He was no longer afraid.

Solipsis had broken the chains of fear from Korvan’s wrists. So he, in return, would break the chains of complacency from the people of Onderon - whether they felt ready for it or not.

His shuttle touched down upon the landing pad of the Royal Palace - which dominated the skyline of Iziz. Columns of stormtroopers flanked the pad on both sides, with the beginning of the column expertly positioned to rest a few meters away from the edge of the landing zone the shuttle only now occupied. Four ”Death Mask” troopers emerged first from within the shuttle; blasters in hand as they scanned the landing pad with near-mechanical precision. Next, The Despot himself proceeded down the ramp, followed by another procession of eight troopers, four of which broke off and flanked the Despot with a pair to each side. An Imperial Officer bearing the rank placard of a Major General approached the Despot and gave him a crisp salute, with a respectful bow to follow. Korvan did not break stride, but instead the General fell in step at his side. “I trust your journey was uneventful, my lord?”

“As uneventful as your occupation has been, it would seem.” Ignacious’ words were just as cold and biting as they ever were, when they needed to be. He never was a man interested in wasting time.

The general swallowed hard, and himself decided to not waste time in giving the Despot the report he demanded without asking for. “The city is all but secure, my lord. The districts that remain outside of our control are restricted to the outskirts to the north and west. We have those cordoned off, and the insurgency is contained I assure you.”

Korvan affixed the man a sidelong glance - staring into the man for a prolonged moment before redirecting his gaze forward as they continued walking. “Is that why you requested my flight plan be altered to land here, at the Royal Palace, as opposed to the spaceport; because the city is so secure it does not require my casual observation?”

“B-but my lord - I thought it below your dignity to have you brought in from the space-”

“It is not your remit to determine what is below my dignity, General.” Korvan’s voice did not raise, yet the tone itself was enough to cause the General to cease speaking. “You were tasked with securing this city and the surrounding countryside, and you have failed to do so as quickly as required.”

Ignacious held his tongue for a few pregnant moments, that felt more like hours to the general. A faint smirk lined the Despot’s lips as he continued: “Fear not, general. Your failure was not absolute, and I am not an unreasonable man. In fact, I have brought you assistance to bring this occupation to completion.” Something in Ignacious’ voice did not sound as altruistic as his words would lead the general to believe. The entourage neared the rooftop access to the palace, at which Korvan paused and turned to face the General. “See to it they are put to proper use. I have business to attend to with the Queen. I expect my presence will not detract from your duty, yes?”

Silently, the general nodded and bowed again, after which Ignacious returned with a fractional nod before entering the palace. His business with the Queen may have seemed trivial in light of the occupation that was currently underway. But there were times when carefully chosen words could break what blaster fire could not...

While the general would likely be relieved that the Despot brought him reinforcements as opposed to a firing squad, Korvan could afford to let the general believe that he was being magnanimous. The truth of the matter was something only a select few knew in detail - an advantage Korvan intended to keep for the time being.

 

[Keilara Kala'myr]

Matriarch of the Scar Hounds Tribe

Objective: Do her old job
Location: Surface, Onderon
Equipment: FS-18-UP2 Assault Rifle | 2x Sunfury Pistol | Light Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Vibrodagger | 2x Riftblades | Promise of Freedom | Ring of Wishes and Dreams || Cloaking Device | 5x ASBF Probe Droid || OPBC-01m
Allies: Thomas Barran | Open
Writing With: Silas Westgard | Closed

"Galactic Basic" | ~ Telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>
Keilara Kala'myr | Mercy | Ziare Dyarron | Freedom​

Everything was just like the old days; except for the small detail that I wasn't collecting information for The Mongrel , but now it was for Thomas Barran . I arrived on the planet that was currently Onderon days earlier than before, during the Second Great Hyperspace War. Although at the time I did it to help the Warlord, who was now my husband and the father of our children. Back then I fought to defeat the Maw; now I fight to wipe this new Dark Empire from the Galaxy's map. It was the same rage and anger, only directed at others. Then it was towards the rest of the Galaxy, how blind and stupid they are. It is another matter that I thought the same thing now, but then there was a change. Not to mention my gratitude to Asher for capturing Ziare and waking me up.

My intentions were different now; Thomas was like a brother to me, and I had an oath in mind. When my husband had died on Tython, I had vowed to kill everyone who had had a hand in making Kallan suffer so much and become Asher. For a very long time during most of the pregnancy, that rage kept me going, but then I gave up. After that, the only thing that kept me going was being able to be with Asher in the Netherworld. I finally achieved that by still being alive. It's funny; the part about it in particular is that I basically aged almost nothing over there. Now that Solipsis is back, I've done the same to continue my vow of a very long time ago.

Half of that was just the Dark Empire, the other half I've never had the chance to do. Asher also fought a lot of Jedi, but I didn't bother with them at the time. I was too busy fighting the enemy within, especially Tu'teggacha. Now, if any of those Jedi warriors were still alive, it was time for the Jedi to pay for what they did to my husband.

So I was here days before and I was doing what I always do, I was gathering information to pass on to Thomas to use in his tactics for the Scar Hounds when the Maw... I mean the Dark Empire units arrived and started their ground offensive. Asher used to say, especially in front of Tython, that it was because of these actions that the Scar Hounds were so successful and won so many times. And I'd like to think that they were the reason he was alive for so long. After Tython I was disturbed and hurt that he died, but not after Exegol. Since I found my way to him and we have been together ever since.

Once I had the information packet, I sent it over to Tommy, general information, enemy force numbers, roughly what to expect when our people arrive. What is the number of Force users on the planet, general rumours and news that can be gathered without any major hacking. I moved and acted cautiously, in the dark, so that the enemy didn't realise prematurely that a strike was coming. Once they know, MANIAC can start the more serious hacking and get more accurate data. In the meantime, the approximate value is adequate. In a few days more is not really available anyway.

But until then, it was time to step out of the darkness a little. Now Asher isn't here to try to protect me and tell me to stay off the battlefield. It doesn't matter now, one way or the other, I'm going home to the Netherworld to him at the end of the day anyway. And it doesn't matter whether I am dead or alive. I'll be with him; that's all that mattered to me. That's why it was time for me to start hunting down the Jedi, and secretly sabotaging the plans of the Dark Empire. To the Nether. I also killed Tu'teggacha, worst case scenario I die killing the Sith Lord.

As soon as the forces of the Dark Empire appeared in the solar system and probably on the radar and everyone saw them, I came out of hiding. It was time to hunt prey…

 

[Kazian Blackwood]

Allies: Ignacious Korvan \\ Open to Imperials/Sith
Enemies: The Vulptex \\ Open to SIA/Jedi​

The doors of the palace throne room swung open to the sight of subjugation. The Queen of Onderon upon her throne, surrounded by a squad of armed CompForce soldiers, gazed at me with a depleted fury. Officially she had capitulated, but it was no secret she was shifting in her seat at the exciting prospect of some daring insurgents coming to save her. My job was to ensure that never came to pass, but if the soldiers out in the streets did their jobs properly, the mere thought would be a dead dream in the Queens mind.

I strode in flanked by two more CompForce soldiers and cracked a grin at the Queen, who looked none too pleased to see me.

"Your highness, might I say you're looking lovely today." I jested as I strolled to the foot of her throne.

"Do not flatter me, Agent Vigilant. I had hoped when you left earlier I would not have to see you again." Her voice was stern, and I was taken a back. I hadn't meant offense of course. Not that she could do anything about it either way.

"I can't let you too far out of my sight, your highness. Onderon has become a dangerous place."

"Because your empire made it so. You're awfully smug about the occupation of a sovereign world!" she snapped, but it was nothing I hadn't heard already since we had arrived and forced her surrender.

"Sovereignty is a matter of perspective, and privilege. The show your subjects are putting on outside is quite entertaining I must say, and power to them for believing they can defeat the Empire, but you ought to know their rebellion is a sign of a society with issues. Issues the Empire can rectify."

She scoffed at me, "Tell yourself whatever you want, fascist. When the Alliance gets word of this outrage, your occupation will be short lived."

"And then will you be a sovereign? I suggest you consider your position carefully, especially now that Lord Korvan has arrived."

The knowledge of the Imperial Despot's arrival shut her up quickly, and I turned to the soldier on my right and took a datapad from his hands.

"This the current perimeter?"

"Yes sir." he replied.

"Double it. If the insurgents, or the Alliance, get word of Lord Korvan's arrival, this building becomes an even greater target. Keep the fighting in the streets by an means necessary."

What the Queen had said was making me think about the possibilities. We were indeed dangerously close to the Alliance's borders for an operation of this scale... this boldness. The influential Alliance world of Hapes was just a sector away, and even if they couldn't mobilize a strike force immediately, the Alliance would have no problem getting SIA and Jedi operatives on the scene. I wasn't thrilled at the idea of facing a lightsaber today, but such things were bound to happen under the circumstances.

I would have to wait and see what the Despot himself wished as a course of action. I was honoured and excited at the prospect of meeting him face to face, but we all knew the consequences of his arrival. Once we doubled the defenses of the palace I was sure our plan would be sufficient, but I had spent the day so far observing the streets of Iziz, and the fighting spirit of the insurgency far outweighed the morale of the Stormtroopers, After all, they were fighting for their home. If only they understood the power they were against, and the futility of it. After all, we weren't here to conquer them. We weren't here for them, only for what they possessed. After all, sovereignty was a matter of perspective, and the people of Onderon were seeing things all wrong. If the ISB couldn't manipulate the royalty as we had planned, I was certain a visit from the Lord Despot would straighten things out...

 

[Anakwor Farlorn]

Farlorn's Forlorn
Chapter Thirty-Four: Lost Homes
Part One
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Location: Hill 167, Onderonian countryside
Tags: Vulpesen B1-173 "Omar" Marlon Sularen
Objective: Prepare the ambush for an incoming convoy

Thirty years.

Thirty years they had lost trapped in the limbo of hyperspace.

Thirty years the Carian First and Only had been dead to the Galaxy.

The Confederacy of Independence System so many of them had given their lives for was gone, but its ideals were far from done. They had given their oath not to the state, not to the Viceroy, but to its people and the dream that they had upheld.

As Colonel Anakwor Farlorn looked through his micro-binocs across the wastes of the Onderonian Countryside, he recalled the promise he had given to his men the day he had saved them from the destruction of his homeland. Nearly twenty years, in relative time, he had said those words yet he could now mouth them with clarity:

"Stick with me. Stick with the Confederacy. And we'll make the Imperialist bastards who did this pay."

The Dark Empire was just another face of the long-banished Galactic Empire. They may not claim to be its successor but there was little difference between the two in Farlorn and his men's eyes. They were the same revolting state that would meet the same fate: complete and utter annihilation.

"Back in the field again." Farlorn's right-hand man, Major Vidar Fennstrum, appeared by his side, "The open terrains a nice difference from burning cities from once. I can breathe without hacking out ashes."

"Have the men taken the news well?"

"Some of them are still a bit shaken. You can't blame them. Our first home burned and we didn't even get to watch the second one burn. But they'll fight, Farlorn, and they'll fight like the Hounds of Hell are nipping at their heels." Fennsturm nodded, "We may have no more home again, but we'll make sure that the people of Onderonian won't lose theirs."

The Carian First and Only had dug themselves in on a chain of wide rising hills thick with dry ochre bracken. Expertly hidden foxholes and camouflaged positions made it impossible for anyone to spot them without getting up close and personal. The homeworld of the Carians had been dominated by super-predators and shifting forests that made them experienced pathfinders and specialists in stealth warfare. Two decades of constant warfare had only sharpened that skill into a keen blade, ready to plunge into the heart of the enemy.

Below them was a road, a dusty flattened piece of dirt and sand. An Imperial Convoy had already passed through this area heading deep into the badlands and intelligence from his Pathfinder Company told Farlorn that said convoy was on its way back down the road, laden with loot and resources.

"Everyone in position?" Farlorn muttered.

"Yeah. We got heavy repeating blasters and rockets at the ready. The sappers have planted nearly half a ton of explosives in one section of the road. The moment the first vehicle of the convoy crosses over we'll blow it sky-high and our anti-tank troops with take out the one at the back. We'll box them in." Fennstrum said, "Not sure about the others though."

The others referred to the Jedi Vulpesen and B1-173 "Omar" whom Farlorn had to thank for rescuing him and his men from the void. But the moment he had heard of the imminent Imperial occupation of Onedron he had insisted on leaving at once to assist in the resistance effort. Partially to continue with his duties as a soldier of the Confederacy but also partially to take his and his men's minds off the fact they had lost another home.

"They'll be in the right position. I'm sure of it."

 

[Grisha Fletch]

OBJECTIVE 3: THE DARKNESS WITHIN
Allies: TBA
Enemies: Darth Apophion
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There were places in the galaxy that no Jedi was meant to tread. Dxun, and the thrumming darkness that pulsated through its jungles was one. Yet he was there, He'd promised a newly made friend that he'd only be offworld when it was of dire importance, that their mission of disrupting the slave trade was paramount. As it turned out, the time until such a truly dire event transpired was sooner than he'd thought. He'd donned robes and armor, and joined with a small, elite contingent meant to face the evil that called out from the ancient tomb.

Grisha hadn't known why they'd asked for him, and he still didn't. All he knew for certain was that others would come, looking to answer whatever called out from the tomb of ancient evils, and that he was to stop them or die trying. Whatever alternatives there were, they hadn't occurred to him, or to the others with him apparently.

He knew a few of them, some from passing them by in the temple, a couple he'd been younglings with once upon a time. They were all stalwart, brave, skilled, and rather young. Grisha went with two of the group, a Twi'lek he was pretty sure was called Renth, and a Ithorian named Janna, he knew her from childhood. He could feel they were strong, and the platoon of GDF elites accompanying them were professionals for a reason, yet something gnawed at his soul, deep in that jungle.

It wasn't fear, Grisha was often too sure of himself to be afraid, but the darkness of the world unsettled him at the very least. The once-guardian of the temple did not voice that, though. Instead, he simply gripped the hilt of his pike and forced his mind to clear. When the enemy came, he would be ready.

 

[Brak'rra 'Red Scar']

Allies: Open

Enemies: Open

Objective 2:

Examining the TL-50 heavy repeater, which felt surprisingly weightless in the hands of the Wookiee, a grumble escaped Brak'rra's throat as he lamented the contractor for misguiding him on this assignment. What initially appeared as a straightforward task of raiding Imperial transports had evolved into, to say the least, finding himself entangled in what seemed to be the onset of a burgeoning war.

Leaning his blaster against the somewhat fortified makeshift bunker constructed from materials scavenged in the badlands, the Wookiee surveyed potential areas on a small holo-map. This scouting aimed to identify spots where he could set up makeshift traps if more underhanded tactics were necessary.

After sliding the holo-map back into the crimson bandolier across his torso, Brak'rra shifted his focus to a medium-sized cliff that had been established earlier as a fallback point.

 

[Jenn Kryze]

Beskar'gam
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| Location | En route to Iziz
| Objective | Prepare the Clan

Onderon was a world at the edge of the Galactic Alliance - a world the warriors of Clan Kryze had been tentatively scouting for their own unknowable purposes, taking great care not to attract undue attention to themselves as they did so. Whatever intent they held for the world, it would have been all too easy for them to heed the warnings given by their scouts - to cut their losses and get themselves clear when the subjugation of Onderon began in earnest. After all, the Clan was still picking itself up from its exile from the Mandalorian Enclave, regaining its strength away from the eyes of any lurking enemies... it still had a long way to go before it could ever hope to compare with the likes of Saxon or Vizsla, those curs who still bowed to the brigands they once served.

And yet, even as they were faced with an implacable enemy, the Mandalorians refused to yield. Jenn mustered the warriors of Clan Kryze, those loyal souls who chose to followed her into exile, and addressed them aboard the Enduring Flame - the sole frigate in their possession. Hopefully, the presence of other parties would divert Imperial attention from the Flame for long enough to deploy the troops to the surface.

"My warriors!" called the Alor to the proud Mandalorians assembled before her - a ragtag Clan borne of all those who followed her words of wisdom, may they be loners or members of rival Clans, all now united under her leadership. "Many among you have stained your honor, as have I. We bear the marks of what we have wrought in service to undeserving masters, may they be Sith, or false Mando'ade... but today, we are given a chance to redeem ourselves. Do not seek to wet your beskad on the blood of the Imperials! Instead, look to the people of Onderon, those battered souls who have chosen to rise up in defiance, and set yourself as their shield! Set a fire in your heart!"

Fists struck against the beskar plating covering one's heart, the hafts of spears slammed against the ground, feet stomping on down - all of this din drowned out by the singular call that left all of the assembled warriors. Two simple words who meant so very much, who carried great emotion and determination.

"Oya manda!"​

Orders were shouted, weapons were readied, and the fierce warriors ran to the dropships, piling in in preparation for the ship's nearing exit from hyperspace. Alarms blared, communications buzzed with requests for intel and troop deployments, and Jenn, for her part, simply walked on over to a pair of warriors who did not bear the white and blue of Clan Kryze.

"Su cuy'gar, vode. I see you have answered my call to arms before we made the jump into hyperspace. Although you are not of Clan Kryze, I extend my thanks to you as its Alor for joining us in this mission. May our combined strength bring succor to the people of Onderon; may our resolve see these people delivered from oppression."

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Anna Carden Atin Tracinya ​

 

[Veylin Torque]

OBJECTIVE 1
Wayward Children Privateering Company
Aboard the Dream Chaser

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"All right, boys and girls," Veylin called out to the troops assembled in the cargo bay, "we're five minutes from real-space, so one final recap before we deploy for those of you with a gnat's memory capacity. I'm looking at you, Devlin."

Everyone gave a chuckle.

"So. Some new Imperial faction is arse-fekking Onderon. Don't know who they are, really. Don't know why they're here. And none of the politics is relevant to our jobs.

We've been hired via hyperwave by a regional Resistance group in Iziz. They've looted one of their own banks, apparently. Might as well keep it from the Imps, I suppose. So they've got lots of money and not enough guns. The Imps are going street-by-street and door-to-door clearing out the Resistance, so their time is limited and their desperation is high.

Which is where we best operate.

This is an in-and-out job.

We run the blockade, set down at the LZ closest to the resistance, drop off five crates of weapons, and pick up all the credits they can shove into our grubby hands. Our goal is to appear in system, get down to the surface, make the exchange, and get out within thirty minutes.

It seems the Imps have complete orbital dominance, and they're bringing in their own resupply as we speak, so we probably don't need to worry about interdictors.

Fingers crossed.

If they do have interdictors, well... that's why we have a fast boat, yeah?

Thirty Minutes. We take an hour, and we're probably dead. I've never seen a flavor of Imp that isn't at least half-way competent. Fighting competent people is my least-favorite game, so let's not play it.

Right? Right.

Let's make some money!"

The Wayward Children cheered their consensus for that objective.

Three minutes.

Then the fun would start.

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Kazian Blackwood
Ignacious Korvan

 

[Hex]

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Tag: Keilara Kala'myr - open
Location: Surface, Onderon
Objective: smuggle stuff

Spoiler: Equipment

• Neon Lady suit
• ap-25i SIMP pistol
• 'Candles' Heavy particle blaster
• 'confetti' Rocket launcher
• Party Poppers
• Firebee swarm - inferno pattern
• Chewing gum
• Dancer repulsor board
• Jade Void Amulet
• Dervish Knife

Spoiler: Hex dialogue colors

Poor Hex hears voices in her head

Hex speech to others
Hex speech to herself

Hexes inner voices
'...Neutral...'
'...Doubt...'
'...Anger...'
Coloured '.....' are also words that Hex can hear , but I decided not to write them to reduce clutter

Hex didn't really think much of this job, it had been given to her a few days before, come to Onderon, collect... something, and deliver it to wherever the client needed it to go. It was boring, she wasn't a delivery person, she was a shadow runner, but she owed it to the people who had gotten her out of that prison cell. She walked down the street of the city, kicking a can along as she went. It was a couple more blocks along and she would find the meeting point. She wanted to know what the package was, but she was told quite clearly that she wasn't meant to ask questions.

'...You're going to though aren't you...'
"Course" she laughed a she once again checked on her pistol.

She had managed to sneak onto Denon without anyone spotting her and had collected most, if not all of her stuff. It had been tense, and she desperately had wanted to see her friends, but no doubt Corpsec would have pounced on her and locked away all her friends if she had been in touch, maybe one day soon. Hilal Vizsla had reassured her that her contacts had had the accusations against her...

'...unproven!...'

The unproven accusations against her, wiped from CorpSec and Alliance databases, but she wasn't sure enough to risk her friend's freedom just yet. So here she was doing what she needed to get by. She itched the autoinjector on her arm, who knew the drugs that this thing used were so expensive, it had placed quite a significant financial burden on her, but she kind of liked being a little but more in control of her mental state, even if she was very glad to hear the voices again. It had been hard without them.

'...Were those there before?...'

Hex looked up as she walked. She was no expert, but that didn't look like civilian traffic...

 

[Dagge Krudar]

175th Chandrila Naval Task Force​

Battlegroup Kenobi​

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ANS Whirlwind​	Triumph Class A-601 Main Battlecruiser​
ANS Liberty's Array​	Triumph Class A-601 Main Battlecruiser​
ANS Montorr​	Triumph Class A-601 Main Battlecruiser​
ANS Kellin​	Triumph Class A-601 Main Battlecruiser ​
ANS Colls​	Triumph Class A-601 Main Battlecruiser ​
ANS Sinbad ​	Triumph Class A-601 Main Battlecruiser ​
ANS Blotus​	Declaration Class D-100 Starfighter Cruiser​
ANS Mollo II​	Declaration Class D-100 Starfighter Cruiser​
ANS Greylock II​	Declaration Class D-100 Starfighter Cruiser​
ANS Furlow II​	Declaration Class D-100 Starfighter Cruiser​
ANS Selziro​	Nebulon L2 - Class Escort Frigate​
ANS Guose​	Nebulon L2 - Class Escort Frigate​
ANS Jumbo​	Blissex-class Assault Frigate Mk III​
ANS Prema​	Blissex-class Assault Frigate Mk III​
ANS Locket​	Madine Class Patrol Frigate​
ANS Monsoon​	Madine Class Patrol Frigate​
ANS Addle​	Madine Class Patrol Frigate​
ANS Fiery​	Madine Class Patrol Frigate​
Fleet Starfighter Cores​	F-29 Fortress Bomber | E-Wing Multi-Role Starfighter LRS-B W-Wing Heavy Strike Bomber RZ-5 Crynyd-series A-wing Interceptor​

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The soft glow of hyperspace would begin to dissipate as the 175th Chandrila Naval Task Force moved into the system to break the Imperial Remnant's Blockade over Onderon. The galaxy was on the brink of a pivotal moment in its history. Despite being defeated in the Battle of Exegol, dark forces were rising once again, posing a threat to the peace that had briefly settled upon the Galactic Alliance. The Brotherhood of the Maw had crumbled, and now the Mandalorian Enclave was causing conflicts across multiple worlds, fueled by their ambition to establish their own interstellar empire through blood and beskar.

Meanwhile, the Sith Order's undead army was wreaking havoc, system by system. It was clear that the Alliance was struggling to maintain control over the vast galaxy, but they had no choice but to face the challenge. The Task Force sent to Onderon, though not as powerful as a Full Imperial Remnant, would have to rise to the occasion and confront the impending danger that threatened to engulf the galaxy.

If the Alliance could deal a considerable blow to the naval power of this Imperial Remnant here and now then they would buy themselves time to further mobilize and gain support within the Senate. The main objective of the task force - was to punch a hole through the Imperial Fleet stationed around Onderon to allow relief supplies and ground forces to land on the surface to support the Monarchy's Royal Government.

As the "ANS Whirlwind" approached the planetary boundary, Commodore Ideon stood firmly on the bridge, ready to face whatever lay ahead. Countless stories of fallen alliance officers haunted his thoughts, reminding him of the devastating destruction witnessed by those who had come before him. The New Imperial Order - Empire was known for their fierce resistance, and today this Imperial Remnant would be no exception. With the weight of uncertainty hanging in the air, they all understood the grim reality that survival was far from guaranteed.

"Bring up tactical screen and establish communication with our formation. They have no doubt detected our arrival on their COMSCAN'S - so begin prepping all primary and secondary weaponry for a full charge and recycle our shields. Expect incoming fighters" The Captain's chair reverberated with the commanding voice of the Commodore, as the chain of command swiftly transmitted orders and the communication officers tirelessly exchanged messages throughout the fleet. Ensuring operational intelligence remained intact was crucial for their triumph.

Spoiler: Fleet Actions

• Alliance Task Force has entered into battle formation

 

[Rann Thress]

Rann Thress, Defender of the Tomb.
Obj3
Location: Steps of the Tomb.
Tag: Nekana Quane

Aboard a GA ship, Borders of the Onderon system.

“This is it, Aron. Your first battle. This isn’t going to be like training, it’s not a meeting with Mandalorians, it’s not going to be easy. It’s going to be hard. It’s going to be scary. Remember, son, to be careful, please. Stay with your group. Don’t get into any fight you don’t know for certain you can handle. I’m not going to be there to help.” He placed a hand on his son, @Aron Thress’ shoulder, and continued, “Iziz was where I grew up. It’s where grandma lives…or lived. I want to go…I want to fight for it, but…Dxun is where I’m needed the most. They’re up to something. The only way I can go up there and be okay is knowing that you’re going to be down on the planet doing your best. I know you can do it, Aron. I see that greatness in you that was never in me. You have so much potential, so much strength. So…much promise. You got all the best parts of me,” he chuckled, tears in his eyes, “what few there are. I’m proud of you son. Just… please. Be careful.” He pulled his son into a hug, and held him so tight he was afraid he’d break him. When he finally pulled away, he looked his son in the eyes, “You’re going to make such a good Jedi, Aron. Stay safe, I’ll see you soon.”

Walking away, leaving his son, was the hardest thing Rann could do. The hardest thing he always did. But he had faith Aron was going to be alright, that he’d save people. And as Rann boarded his shuttle, he cast one last glance at his son. A Jedi.

And Rann couldn’t stop smiling…

A GA personnel shuttle, skies above Dxun

Rann took his own shuttle down to the Dxun moon. He didn’t want anyone else to be in danger, not like the danger he was going to be in. The Tomb of Freedon Nadd was on his scope, and as the building came into view, Rann set his shuttle to auto pilot, and programmed a return to the Fleet in a few minutes. The Alliance would need the extra shuttle, he was sure. He’d find his own way off the Moon when the time came, but right now he needed to get to the temple directly, and finding a landing zone wasn’t going to work.

He stood from the pilot’s seat and left the cockpit, moving to the back of the shuttle and opening the door.

“One of these days I’m gonna need to talk to a therapist about all this stupid shit I do.” He said to himself as he exhaled sharply and dove head first out into the windy gloomy skies of Dxun.

As the ground just outside the temple broke through the clouds, Rann tumbled over and landed with a forceful impact upon the dirt and mud, creating a small crater. Collecting himself for a moment, he finally drew his lightsaber and ignited it, breaking into a jog as he ran up the steps of the Tomb, eager to find a fight.

No preamble was necessary, all that was here wanted to kill him. He wasn’t going to make it easy. He wasn’t going to negotiate. That was a Jedi’s job.

And Rann…was no Jedi.

Bonus theme

 

[Akhuul Sautra]

Tags:

• Allies: TBD
• Enemies: Jonyna Si

Location: Upper Chambers of the Tomb of Freedon Nadd, Moon of Dxun, Onderon
Equipment: In Bio
Objective: 3 - The Darkness Within

In all my countless years, one would imagine I found the time to look to Dxun. Onderon has always been subject to attention from core powers that would not take too kindly to my intrusion if I were to try. However, the Sith of this new Dark Empire were attacking the system to try and subjugate it. I found their efforts intrigueing, and a prime opportunity for my own ends to be met in the tombs of the late Freedon Nadd, the former pupil of one of my old rivals. Let the looters and plunderers of the others that came to this world have their way with baubles. The knowledge and records are what I sought for.

Carnage reigned on the planet close to this moon. It was the perfect time for a small shuttle I had at my disposal to slip through and land in a hidden location while Sautra Vokh sat far at the edge of the system well-removed from the conflict. Thankfully the dark craft I had at my disposal let Sautra Vokh and my shuttle hide in the shadows as they have for millennia. These chambers were most interesting. My ocular receptors were not impeded by the shadows. I saw these dark halls in their full glory with no need of a light. It was merely the first chambers. where not much danger was likely to be found.

In my auditory receivers, I heard dark whispers. It hardly phased me after spending much time on Korriban before this point. Following behind me was a retinue of android slaves and soldiers. The goal was less to exert power, but rather use them to perform the heavy lifting I would not have done on my own. I am a Lord of the Sith, after all. Carrying relics was beneath my station. Such tasks are the essence for why my people enslaved others in the first place. Already, these upper chambers were proving most profitable for the effort. The slaves were carrying containment vessels for what has been found, with several loads being carried to the shuttle in the first chambers alone.

I remember when this man was alive. It was certainly an interesting time watching his exploits from afar. Such observations were limited though. The tablets and smaller statues my slaves carried to the shuttle already proved to be able to add to my records. I knew I would not be the only one coming here though. All I could hope for was my arrival was faster than others attacking or defending this world. The heritage of these Sith was akin to more of that of cultists rather than true Lords, which leaves them mostly as predators that I could scavenge off of. Potential allies might be found, but proper emergence to the galaxy should still wait. Only a few even knew I existed. I should only let my face be seen by maybe a few of these younger beings.

Luckily scans continued to go well, and even peaceful all things considered. Beasts lurked outside, but seemed to avoid this sanctum like a plagued piece of land. The futility of organics has now finally amused me. I then felt a strange presence in the force. My form detatched me ever so slightly, but it was still there. I would order my slaves in the ancient Sith tongue, "Carry our findings to the ship. Use the side-passages as much as possible. We must not be seen. I will return in due time."

 

[Detritus Ren]

Location: DXUN! Onderon, System
Objective: 3
Allies: Knights of Ren: Cairan Shannon Varos Ren
Enemies: Jedi: Joran Olan Liorra
Equipment: Black Imperial Knight Armor/robes, Crossguard Lightsaber

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The Voice in his head once more led Detritus yet another step upon the sacred path. It had led him and his Knights from Batuu, Exegol, and now DXUN! Truth be told the fanatic that Detritus was, he hadn't heard much regarding the Jungle moon of Onderon. All he had known of it before Dxun was how it was a world of beast riders, and had once been the site of Sith Lord Freedon Nadd, and he knew lesser about him. Regardless, the voice in his head didn't cease to whisper into his head. The voice had guided him and the Knights that came to follow, and soon would follow closely to the Master of the Knights of Ren, to what some would call a priest of the Shadow. Detritus had questioned why the voice called for him to head to Dxun, yet when he demanded answers for the new destinations, he was often met with pain. Every night the voice granted him dreams. Promises of conquest, and power. Even the deadly temptation to become more powerful than that of the World Eater. The voice enjoyed his temptations, promises, and what secrets lied along the path.

Heeding the call Detritus would depart aboard the Night Vulture, and command any Knights devoted to the call of the Voice follow him. The Knights of Ren would follow Detritus as in a matter of days would the Night Vulture emerge over the moon. Upon view from the cockpit Detritus took note of the strange energy emanating from the moon and the world it orbited. Looking closely he could see the Drexl move back and forth from the moon to the planet, both seem to hold a strange symbiotic relationship. It seemed that the moon would hold just as much secrets as Onderon held. As the Vulture would get closer to the moon, the voice had remarked had the dark side flowed. It had told Detritus that the knowledge, and power he sought would be found within the tomb. The voice hid something though, as if it knew what horrors would lie behind it's foliage infested obsidian walls.

As Detritus would fasten his saber to his belt, and slowly adorned his helmet till he could hear the hiss of the filtration system. He would kneel down as the Vulture made it's final descent towards the lush moon. Following closely with his belief in the Hidden Maw, he would utter a silent prayer. "Even in the shadow of chaos, we fear no light, for power and purpose guide our path. Under his eye." Detritus would say, the zealotry fire burning brightly as ever, as slowly the robed and masked Master of Ren made his slow descent along the landing ramp. "Careful Brothers. With a promise of power, there is often danger that lurks closely behind it." Detritus would say cautiously as he started to walk along the Jungle, his only guide was the ancient aura of the dark side leading him to the tomb.

Detritus would keep his saber clutched tightly into his grasp. All around he could hear the scurrying of critters, and the roar of Boma Beasts. Truly this moon wasn't for the ill prepared, or the weak. Detritus would guide his Knights along the path making sure one didn't get too far. Through the thick bushes, and vines could he see the trapezoidal edifice that reached high into the sky. As they stepped closer along the road, he noticed old spikes and cannon placements. Still standing, yet hardly showed a threat allowing the Knights to pass through with ease. Each step he took, the voice declared it's delight as the dark side grew in power. Each step Detritus could feel it's aura had permeated the very ground, and it took an urge for Detritus not to simply knelt down and pray once more to the Shadow.

The Master of the Knights of Ren would press onwards. Guided by his faith, his desire for power, and hunger for knowledge that belonged to him. All around he could feel others were drawn here. Did the voice guide others? Was this a test? How much longer before the Knights discovered the truth to it all? He wasn't sure, but the tomb of Freedon Nadd would guide him. The group would step along the stairs leading to the top, and into the tomb. Upon reaching the top the group were greeted by numerous statues, all covered in Jungle foiliage. Detritus would stand before the entrance of the tomb with his Knights. There was a howl of wind, as he felt the aura of the dark side seep into his very bones. He took a breath as if to envelop himself in the dark miasima of energy coming from the tomb. He would look back to his Knights, and he would say oozing with conviction. "Praise be my Knights, as we stand on the threshold of Dxun. The shadows of the past linger and the ehcoes of ancient battles still resound, the tomb of Freedon Nadd stands as a testament to the power of the dark side. It is said that within it's hallowed halls lies the knowledge of ages past, the wisdom of a ancient Sith Lord waiting to be claimed by those bold enough, faithful enough to seek it. Let us venture forth into the heart of darkness, for in the tomb of Freedon Nadd, our destiny awaits." He said his fanatical zeal shining through once more. Detritus guided by this ancient darkness and the beckoning of the voice inside his head would venture deep into the depths. The Knights of Ren would venture deep inside until they had reached an antechamber that would spilt off into three paths. Each path radiated with the power of the dark side. The question was where to find the source of knowledge they would seek, and if they were truly alone inside the tomb.​

 

[Cairan Shannon]

Location: Dxun
Tags: Detritus Ren | Joran Olan | Liorra
Equipment: Lightsaber​

With a small cackle, the Knight of Ren stood.

Silently, he followed Jin Kyrel through the dense jungles. The call of the darkness was the guide, Cairan could feel it just as well as he assumed Jin could. The call of darkness promised riches and treasures, though pain and torment would required to reach the end goal. Danger lurked where riches and treasures could be located, that was always the way.

Every so often, the newest Knight of Ren would ignite his crimson blade to cut some of the overgrown brush away. His dark leather trenchcoat would protect him from the worst of the prickles and nature, his lightsaber would cut away that which the trenchcoat couldn't protect from. His hood was up to protect his hair from the leaves and dirt.

Yes, he was that vein when he wanted to be.

Footsteps could be heard, squelching in the mud of the path that the Knights were guided through. Cairan alternated from middle of the pack to the back of the path every so often, getting distracted with noises of branches breaking around them, deep in the jungle depths. He most definitely wasn't paranoid or anything though, not at all.

Jin Kyrel lead the group and followed up his walk with what Cairan assumed was a rousing speech. Cairan with he could remember any of the speech, but in all honesty he wasn't really listening. He was focusing on the feelings of hatred in the force, the darkness drawing them to the tomb of Freedom Nadd. The darkness drawing them to their final goal.

Into the tomb, the Knights of Ren went. Cairan followed, a grin on his face. He wanted the riches, he wanted the trinkets. He wanted power, and his hope was that whatever was within the tomb, deep within the tomb would grant him that power. It would put him one step closer to his own endgame, but to do that he needed the power the trinkets would grant.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Valut Amanya Atin Tracinya

"I have made contact with a company of royal paladins," Master Zark addressed a holoemitter attached to his vambrace, "Imperial patrols all over the capital. I believe the Queen is still alive somewhere in the palace. If possible, we will attempt a rescue. San Tekka out."

Some of the Council was elsewhere on Onderon while others relied upon updates from back at the Coruscant temple. This part of the city was at least temporarily under rebel control making communication possible albeit laced with interference. The old man watched the Imperial shuttle land through a pair of macrobinoculars and could not ignore the bad feeling it gave him.

"Mandalorian," he switched channels, "We've got more trouble. Dark sorcerers."

Sorcery made it all sound like superstition, but Zark found it easier to speak in language Atin could understand. He wore a brown cloak over his armor to blend in from a distance. Paladins in mostly ceremonial mail stood out more. They were all nevertheless fine soldiers, drawn from the best this world could offer to guard the royal family.

Master Zark ignited his crossguard lightsaber before he saw the first stormtrooper. City streets erupted into a crossfire of blasters. He deflected every shot that threatened him and a few that would have killed nearby paladins. For now the palace would have to wait.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

O P E R A T I O N_N I G H T F A L L
Objective | BYOO [Oversee Planetary Operations]

FINAL DAWN/DARK EMPIRE
ONDEREON, INNER RIM

Nearly three decades had passed since the original collapse of the Brotherhood of the Maw at Exegol and since then the High Regent had spent his time consolidating his power over the few worlds that had remained under his rule in the aftermath of Exegol reorganizing the Final Dawn and building up it's strength once more in order to further pursue his ambitions. Now with Solipsis's resurrection and the subsequent emergence of the Dark Empire, the High Regent had the perfect opportunity to finally get what he had sought to gain during the original Second Great Hyperspace War : Revenge against those who wronged him, the absolute destruction of the Galactic Alliance and finally a place amongst the stars with the entire Core Worlds under his control.

Already Sularen had once pledged his allegiance to Darth Solipsis and placed the resources and assets of the Final Dawn at the disposal of his Dark Empire, hoping that this time they would be able to succeed where they had once failed over three decades ago. While his allegiance to the Dark Empire would place him at odds with his allies within the Empire of the Lost, Sularen wasn't that concerned about them as unlike the old Empire they were in no position to proclaim themselves as the only true legitimate imperial state and establish a geopolitical monopoly over Imperialism. Either the Empire of the Lost would join them or he would force them to bend the knee with the assistance of the Dark Empire as this time Sularen had no intentions of letting any potential rivals thrive independently to one day challenge him and undermine him.

A Single Battlecruiser emerged from hyperspace arriving in orbit of Onderon finding itself facing a large fleet of Imperial Warships currently blockading the Inner Rim planet. From the bridge of the Battlecruiser, Marlon Sularen took some time to observe the large fleet as it enforced the Dark Empire's blockade over Onderon. It was an impressive force that only months ago would have been unable to even exist in the first place, serving as a testament to Darth Solipsis's ability to quickly gather a large following capable of altering the current galactic balance of power. While working with the Dark Empire meant working with the Sith once-more, it was good to know that already at this point they already had significant power projection capabilities which would only increase as time went by.

As the Battlecrusier moved to join the rest of the Blockade, a single Shuttle emerged from it's ventral hangar escorted by a small escort of TIE Terminators as it made it's way towards the Capital City of Onderon. Inside the Shuttle, Marlon Sularen was seated in the passenger section, wearing his usual Crimson Red Neo-Imperial Uniform featuring his all-grey insignia plaque and gold epaulets. He looked pretty much like his old self thirty years prior save for a few extra wrinkles on his face having shaved his beard and hair shortly after Life Day, returning to the classic look that had been associated with the Warlord of the Maw who once led the great Fleets of the Brotherhood of the Maw towards Tython decades ago laying waste to numerous worlds along the way. Every time Sularen thought of the Old War it he always pondered on what he could have done differently in order to help secure a victory for the Brotherhood of the Maw and achieve his ambitions. Well now he had an opportunity to correct those past mistakes and secure the future once and for all and it would all start today at Onderon.

Eventually, Sularen's shuttle would soon touch down on the landing pad of the Onderonian Royal Place, coming to rest right beside the Imperial Despot Ignacious Korvan's own shuttle which had arrived shortly before Sularen. As the High Regent walked down the ramps of his shuttle flanked by four Red Right Hand Operators, an Imperial Officer came rushing towards him taking a while to catch his breath before addressing him. "Grand Admiral sir! We just received word from orbit. An Alliance Fleet has arrived and is preparing to confront our Blockade." the Officer said. As he spoke, Sularen had begun to head towards the Royal Palace with the Officer and the Red Right Hand Operators following him before he offered a response to the Officer. "How much ships did they bring with them?" Sularen inquired. "Sixteen Ships in total, four Battlecruisers, four Cruisers and eight Frigates." the Officer replied. "Good. Let them foolishly charge the blockade, they should be able to hold until Admiral Hamilton's Fleet arrives to decimate them. I look forward to seeing the performance of our latest project on the battlefield." the High Regent proclaimed while smirking. He would then leave the officer as he disappeared into the Palace followed by his Red Right Hand Operators as he would make his way towards the War Room., ready to secure victory for the Dark Empire.

After a few minutes of venturing throughout the Palace, Sularen finally arrived at the War Room where he was greeted by his trusted aide Colonel Rackham who had already arrived on Onderon ahead of him with the initial occupation force. "High Regent, sir." the Colonel said as he saluted him. "Colonel." Sularen said in response offering a salute to his aide. "Tell me what's our current situation?" Sularen asked. "We've secured most of the Capital of Iziz although an Insurgency has broken out in the outskirts of the Northern and Western Sectors of the City. So far Imperial Forces have managed to somewhat contain the Insurgency to those Sectors although the Insurgents begun renewing their offensive against us" Rackham began. "As for the Convoys they are still on their way here and have met no obstacles so far." the Colonel added. "We also have reports of an Alliance Fleet in orbit and-" Rackham was interrupted as Sularen raised his hand to speak. "I'm aware of them, the Alliance Fleet will be dealt with in time. As for the Insurgency i'm sure the Imperial Despot has the situation under control. Thus our priority shall remain on the Convoys and the developing situation in orbit." Sularen said in responded.

The High Regent then approached one of the large holotables within the War Room, which displayed the image of one of the main Imperial Convoys traversing the badlands of Onderon as it made it way back towards the Capital. With the beast riding clans having united in opposition against the Empire, they had launched numerous attacks against Imperial Patrols and Convoys depriving the Empire of valuable raw materials, equipment and supplies that could support future campaigns. As such in order to wipe the beast rider clans once and for all, Sularen had organized a large convoy to lure the local resistance although this time instead of finding resources being transported by the Empire they would find the Red Right Hand waiting for them in an ambush along with other Mawite Auxiliaries and Imperial Forces ready to deliver a crushing blow against the beast rider clans and secure control of the Onderonian countryside.

Now all the High Regent needed to do was to patiently wait for the fools to make themselves known in order, eager to see his best forces wipe the floor with those stupid beast-riding marauders. Today would mark the beginning of the end for the Onderonian Resistance and Sularen would be the one to set the stage for their downfall.

Tags [Friendlies] | Ignacious Korvan | Kazian Blackwood | Kurineth Cull | Ibaris Varanin | Keilara Kala'myr | Thomas Barran | Hex
Tags [Hostiles] | Brak'rra 'Red Scar' | Nyla Ven | Ayhan | B1-173 "Omar" | Mahsa | Aveline Cuiléin | Anakwor Farlorn | Zark San Tekka | The Vulptex ​

 

[Race Tolsen]

​

The Eternal Empire was dead.

Long live the Empire.

Admiral Tolsen, fresh from the Unknown Regions, strode onto the command deck of the Erebus-class Battlecruiser Fulminata. The echoes of his polished boots filled the air as he took in the sight of his newest command. The bridge hummed with activity as crew members went about their duties, enforcing the Imperial blockade of Onderon.

For a brief moment, Tolsen felt a twinge of pity for the denizens of Onderon. It had been centuries since any Empire had attempted a large-scale invasion of their world, and yet here he was, part of a force that sought to impose Imperial control once more. But sentimentality had no place in his mind. The galaxy was in turmoil, and power was there for the taking. Tolsen intended to seize it with both hands.

As Tolsen's thoughts lingered on the failures of past empires, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disdain for their shortcomings. The First Order, the Galactic Empire—all had faltered, their officer corps filled with politicians and bureaucrats rather than true soldiers. It was a mistake he was determined not to repeat.

Not in the service of those who had given him a new opportunity.

"Status report," he commanded, his voice cutting through the silence of the bridge. His adjunct responded promptly, updating him on the readiness of the ship and the fleet. Again, for a brief second, the aging Admiral was content enough to let his guard down.

"Sir, our sensor drones have made contact with enemy forces moving in quickly." The captain reported.

"Prepare the fleet for engagement," Tolsen commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. "Send out scouting parties to assess the enemy's strength and prepare to counter any flanking maneuvers."

As the crew sprang into action, readying the Fulminata and the rest of the blockade for battle, Tolsen's focus sharpened. He would not make the same mistakes as those before him. He was a soldier, through and through, and he would lead his forces to victory where others had failed.

ALLIES: Marlon Sularen | Ignacious Korvan
ENEMIES: Cessair Ideon​

 

[Kroeger]

D R E A D N O U G H T
IRON LEGION
2nd SQUADRON, 34th ARMORED ASSAULT REGIMENT
'FEAR IMPERATOR, DREADNOUGHT!'
ALLIANCE - Gress D'ran

TROOPS OF DOOM
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It was a nigh nostalgic sort of event. A planetary invasion and seizure. It was a blissful remembrance back to the era of the long gone New Imperial Order in its eras of rapid expansion following the whittling collapse of the Zambrano-Sith Empire. It was a fast paced, deployment wrought era for those in the Stormtrooper Corps. The First Armored Assault Divsion 'Thundering Herd' being one of many forces to hop between unsoiled worlds as the Iron Sun continued its fateful rise.

With the Dark Empire seemingly blanketing the airspace of the savage world, the Iron Legion was able to maintain its position in orbit, the Long Night of Solace the solitary relic in orbit baring the Iron Legion's markings as several dozen dropships were ferried to and from the world in a well practiced deployment of men, ordnance, armor and equipment to the planet's surface. Their role was not among those securing the city.

Urban fighting was close, dirty and dangerous. A needless risk of life and limb to fight door to door, street to street. Kroeger didn't care about raising such a putrid banner over this metropolis, thus, when word came down that bandit fighting operations would need to take place in the countryside, he immediately lurched unto the opportunity. It was what became a secondary specialization of the Stormtrooper Corps in the 870s, to be an anti-insurgent force capable of fighting and scouring organized pockets of rebellion through out previously claimed worlds.

They'd set down in their rapid, methodical means as they always had managed to. The armored battalion made quick work for an outlying village, surrounding it before leveling with artillery and support by fire of the Cataphracht platoons. Eventually, the Stormtroopers dismounted and began their slaughter, cutting a swathe through the village until it was wiped of all life. Given the Bivall population of this hamlet, the Iron Legionnaires took great joy in cutting them down. Several groups of civilians were piled into the Bivall spiritual structures and buildings before they were ignited by the superheated breath of flamethrowers or scythed by heavy repeaters and flechettes, disposing quickly of the civilian population before digging enough roots in to establish a forward operating base for the Iron Legion's bandit fighting operations.

Comms antennas were erected along with hasty fortifications, most of the base's security being provided by a two platoons of Cataphrachts pushed out to occupy berms and defensive positions along with a platoon of infantry left to occupy the town, an artillery battery pushed off to provide a means of indirect fire support for the encroaching Imperial armor and mechanized infantry.

Kroeger sat aboard his own tank, taking up the position of commander once more with a cybernetic hand grasping the control stick of his independent viewer. As the roar of the power core and repulsor lifts made for a soothingly brutalist mechanic ambience. A round of comms checks went through the armored formations, back to the TOC, to the gunlines, observers and infantry and then back again until all parties were confirmed to be talking to one another as they set out. Each platoon between the two companies of armor bounded in a methodical succession of one another, from terrain feature to terrain feature as they approached an insurgent position as identified by recon assets.

In their wake, the mechanized infantry split between lightly armored landspeeders and armored personnel carriers bounded behind them. waiting to engage the threat and provide dismounted support. The current plan was to creep up on the insurgent position in a partial envelopment, dismount their troopers to clear it out and dispense of the runners. It was something the 'Thundering Herd' division had employed a few times on bandit fighting operations and they had the means to execute it here. With every platoon of infantry having a compliment of heavy repeaters, anti-vehicle smart missile launchers and heavy battle droids to compliment their firepower, they were due to make good work of them.

"Dreadnought Actual, this is Demon. ISR reports Starbird elements in area. Infantry, Walkers, PCs. Possible air support." Galactic Alliance. Arminius smirked at the news. So went the bandit fighting, they were due to have a real peer, pitched battle on their hands.

"Dreadnought copies all...grid to follow?" He asked, hoping they had a location in mind as he scrolled through the smart map of the surrounding area on his tank commander's control panel, the flouresenct blue alight on his pale and mechanical features.

"Copy Dreadnought, vicinity of grid 'Dorn Grek...four seven...nine zero." He said in reply to Kroeger who snapped his fingers in the direction of the grid square. He got a square klick to look within, hardly anything incriminating. As the armored formation began bounding in its direction, he began plotting planned targets for the supporting artillery guns along vectors of approach and terrain features he'd use to his advantage if he was on the defense.

"Looks like the Alliance is here to play..." He remarked to his gunner, Gharik whose eyes were pressed against the synthleather pad of the gunner's sights as he worked the hand station in a slow, methodical scan between the ten and two of the vehicle's position, reaching one sector of view before snapping back in the opposite direction.

"Yeah? Should be a bit more interesting than these xenos. As fun as it is to pop them with high explosive rounds...no karkin' glory in it." Gharik remarked with a sadistic laughter, the turret stilling at the zero o'clock position as he paused his scanning for a moment, the mechanical hum of the turret's movements clenching silent as he stopped.

"Which means you won't get complacent. Keep to your damned sector or you'll be walking with delta company the rest of the way. Heard they need more bodies to carry repeater-packs." He said to his gunner, threatening to boot him out of the turret if he didn't continue his scan. Immediately following, the turret's hydraulics thrummed to life again with an obeying nod from Gharik. He was a veteran and didn't need to be told better but Kroeger all the same wasn't the type to have special treatment to those who'd already been in the fray. He knew as much as men gained experience so too did they neglect fundamentals and the smaller mechanics of their jobs in favor of leaning into past victories.

That was how men got killed, men Kroeger couldn't spare.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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Objective One
Allies: Jedi
Enemies: Akhuul Sautra
Equipment: See Bio, Jonyna's normal full loadout.
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Upon arrival, Jonyna had to take a moment to stop herself. Stuff like this always made her blood boil. A planet on fire.

No. You have a mission. You could save people later.

Landing a fair ways off from her objective, Jonyna was quick to hop in her speeder and blitz towards the temple, ditching the bike just behind a hill. She saw a dropship or some sort, mechanical men loading...something, into the ship. Alright Jonyna, here we go. She charged forward with a burst of flame rocketing her forward, before she drew her saber and slashed at one of the droids. She almost felt sorry for them, but she couldn't let that stop her. She was here to stop the sith, and that's all that mattered. Whomever was in charge of these would be drawn out, and she could deal with them there.