"Preacher"
Objective: Supress and Oppress
Tags: Open
The Empire of today was a hollow shell of what it once was 40 years ago, more and more chunks of Imperial territory falling to revolution or ambitious officers striking out to create their own empires and fiefdoms. Aargonar was no different, recently splintering off from a larger Imperial Remnant faction that was making an attempt at holding Sector VI. Mandalorians proved ever an ever dangerous foe to the 'Crimson Dagger' sector, in constant combat to liberate the rest of their home systems. But for this mining world a different threat loomed, an uprising of the local population brought on by a greedy Imperial bureaucrat's exploitative governance of the planet. A call for aid was put out to help squash this rebellion.The young Axxilan took a swig of a flask in his hand as he stared out across the mining settlement below him. From the Imperial control tower at the centre of the town he could see as huge crowds had begun to swarm towards the tower, stopped only by a thin line of Stormtroopers and Strike Force soldiers. Next to him Major De'needa stood, a rather unappealing man who like his treasury had grown fat from the fruits of the planet. De'needa himself was a weak willed and greedy man, sweating profusely and an anxious expression covered his face. Meanwhile a glance at a uniform and you would think you were looking at a war hero, adorned with medals which he didn't deserve. Kastav was disgusted by the man.
"When will reinforcements arrive?! We need tanks or we'll be overrun!" He said in a hushed but panicked tone. Kastav turned to the man, a look of contempt on his face.
"There are no reinforcements. Reinforcements don't come for officers who break off to declare their own micro-empires to inflate their egos and wallets." Kastav replied before screwing on the flask's lid and sliding it into his overcoat's pocket. Kastav looked the complete opposite of the man, his large dark grey cargo coat hid any semblance that he was an Imperial, the only indicator being the black ISB cap on his head. Had he not been wearing it, he'd easily pass off as one of the many miners rioting against the Imperial forces on the planet.
"Then what? We wait to be slaughtered?!" The Major asked, a rising sense of dread in his voice. The ISB officer turned on his feet and towards the interior of the control tower. He walked straight towards on of the terminals and reaching over the young operator tapped at it until it brought up a tactical map of the riots.
"Didn't they teach you anything back at the Academy Major?" he said before staring at the map "Divide, conquer and kettle. Separate the crowds into small pockets, keep them contained and wait for them to tire. We'll cordon them in the refinery, spaceport and living quarters."
Major Da'needa looked at the map before speaking as soon as Kastav had outlined his plan. "And this will work?"
Kastav let out a sigh. "What do you think you're paying me for?" The Axxilan replied. Kastav proceeded to head straight towards the hoverlift and spoke as he left. "I'll take the spaceport. Put any competent officers in charge of the other two zones." Before Da'needa could reply back with another worried plea or complaint the hoverlift's doors had already sealed and Kastav was on his way to the surface.
Within 15 minutes Kastav had reached the spaceport zone and the front of the riot. Ahead various garrison forces of Major Da'needa's remnant hid behind shields as rocks and household objects were hurled at their lines while an officer who didn't even look old enough to have graduated from the Academy desperately tried to order his men hold their ground. Chants and cries to end Da'needa's theft of their resources and calls for him to be brought before the mob filled the air.
Between the miners and garrison forces a third group was present and standing twenty odd meters behind the Imperial lines fifteen stormtroopers stood, their armour yellowed and battered from wear. These soldiers were Kastav's own and like him treaded the line between Imperial soldier and mercenary. No self respecting Imperial remnant faction would've responded to the Major's plea for help, better he was crushed by a revolution of his own making than continuing his miserable existence pretending to be a major power in the system. Kastav would've preferred to let him die as well but the Major was a rich man and it didn't take much convincing to have him part with some of his credits in return for support. Of course this wasn't public knowledge, officially they were a quick response force and sanctioned by ISB remnants, it was after all easier to traverse the various remnant factions by waving the seal of the ISB.
"Situation?" Kastav asked as he approached his men.
"I give them an hour boss. An hour then these lot will run back to their homes, burn their uniforms and pretend they never worked for the fat man." One of the troopers piped up as finished reassembling his DLT-19. Kastav knew this sentiment was shared amongst his men, his own intelligence report of the planet indicates almost the entirety of Da'needa's forces were local conscripts. None of them were up to the standard of the Axxilan's grizzled veterans.
Another stood up and spoke. "So? You give the Major the plan? We getting our pay check for this?"
Kastav nodded. "Wasn't hard to convince Da'needa. We cordon them off from the rest of the riot by the spaceport, customs area should do, rest of his men will do something similar in their own sectors. Once they're contained and start to tire we get the rest of our credits and get off this dustbowl before the Major starts getting second thoughts about how much he's paying us."
Nods of approval and mumbled agreement came from the stormtroopers. "Come on then, get those grenade launchers up, I want concussion into that crowd to start pushing them back." And in an instant all the troopers stood up, slinging their equipment they formed a line and in sync loaded their launchers with concussion rounds. Kastav casually strode ahead of them, pulling an electrobaton from his belt he pushed pass the line of Da'needa's troopers. In an instant Kastav's stormtroopers fired their launchers over the line of riot troopers before following Kastav towards the crowd. The concussion rounds arced high in the sky and into the crowd before detonating into the crowd causing a flurry of chaos, releasing blinding lights, large bangs and leaving the lingering smell in the air. The stormtroopers loaded another round firing a new volley of concussion rounds and soon the crowd began rushing backwards towards the spaceport.
A couple dozen dazed miners remained and Kastav head straight to them, smacking any in his way to the ground. Stepping over expended concussion grenade cannisters Kastav pulled a comm link to his mouth and spoke. "Control, get me XV-60s to Spaceport plaza for prisoner pick-up. Direct your own troops to the spaceport entrance and hovertrain station. I want those rioters funnelled to the customs office." he said firmly before continuing with his men after the rest of the miners, fleeing towards the spaceport.
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