Progenies of Asymmetric Warfare [FO Dominion of Zarnathea Hex]

[Saffron]

Varunda IX
PharmaTech - New Eden Project
Objective 5
| 3 |
[member="Mir Nehrahn"]

"This is perfectly alright," Saffron would say, and indeed Adon Ba also gave a warble of his agreement. "We are honored that both of your have taken the time to meet with us today." The speeder was quite comfortable, and Saffron sat in a perfect place to be able to discuss with Mir and Kur.

Her hazel eyes would sweep out of the viewport, taking in the magnificent view. Indeed, the Revwian and the Ithorians had managed to create such wonderful and perfect balance. It was their skill and their research that Saffron was interested in hiring for PharmaTech.

"Varunda is an excellent example on how fruitful those harmonies can be," Saffron would state, smiling at Kur and Mir. "It is the reason why we are here, to perhaps learn and be able to help one another." she began.

"Our BioDome projects work in the same manner. We have Ithorian, Morodin, Hodin, and several others who are aiding in the research and producing technology to enhance and maintain such harmonizes on depleted worlds."

Adon Ba would warble in agreement.

 

[Komo]

Post 3
Objective 3 - Operation Clean Sweep
Allies - [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] | [member="Ishana Pavanos"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"]
Enemies - Hostile Pirates

As Echo Flight began to approach Waypoint Charlie, her onboard sensors came alive and flashed with activity, multiple readings popping up indicating a flurry of activity. The IFF tags that identified Delta Flight showed them splitting off into two groups as soon as the enemy frigate in sight launched starfighters of its own. As elite as the 100th were, help was still a thing that they all required. The pilots of the First Order were more than just stock fodder, they were an important part of the fist that carried forth the punishment necessary to those that deserved the wrath of the order. As Echo's four TIE fighter began to close in on the action, Delta One came on comms and requested assistance for her flight engaged with the frigate. Blood Raven answered without delay. "Delta One, this is Echo One. Backup is on route. ETA one minute."

The foursome that was Echo flight roared past Delta One's engagement with hostile starfighters as she and her team focused on the frigate on hand. "Echo One to Echo Flight. Prepare for strafing run on frigate's batteries." While some of the ships laser batteries were engaged with Delta One, She swooped in to a dive, allowing her gunner to let loose the TIE fighter's full complement of weapons fire on the frigate, lasers trailing as they did their damage on the surface of the enemy ship before taking out a cannon and damaging several areas of the frigate. "Glory to the Supreme Leader!" She heard Mick yell as the explosions filled the scene of the battle. She echoed that thought. The rest of her team followed suit, wrecking whatever havoc they could on the pirate frigate who now found itself under attack from all directions as the elite fighters dove and spin in and out of harms's way while inflicting damage that was so much easier when your target was so much bigger than you were.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: Zarnathea, Understreets
Objective: [1ish]
Allies: [member="Decima Fortan"]
[5]

The cries of battle and explosions echoed from above down to the understreets of Zarnathea proper. Every civilization and every large city was built on the bones of the old, the ancient and that which came prior - Absalom knew not what these passageways had been for before they were forgotten, perhaps ancient sanitary systems, though the lack of dirt and other unsanitary commodities flagged that as a possibly false.

It mattered little, the Ren supposed, as his charge and him made their way through the cramped ruins.

"How are you holding up?" He whispered over his shoulder, while peering and trying to pierce the shadows in front of him. They were running on low-power and they could not use a flashlight, for fear of rousing their target or tipping their position off.

Their mission had been and was still quite simple. The main army fought and broke the riots, but they received a tip - intelligence that suggested there were rebel elements gathering in the understreets. Men and women of unsavory reputation with the foresight to see an opportunity in the chaos.

They needed to be destroyed right now, otherwise they would go into hiding and ensure that the next few years would be filled with rebellion, insurrections and guerilla warfare.

 

[Roderik von Brinkerhoff]

Objective 3 - Starfighter Corps - Operation Clean Sweep
Location - Cockpit of a TIE/sf
Allies - [member="Matthias Hux"], [member="Pierce Fortan III"], [member="Nils Brenner"], [member="Greta Kohler"], [member="Ishana Pavanos"], [member="Nova Casamyr"], [member="Sara Lee Jones"] ,
Enemies - Estimated pirate strength; 2 squadrons of mixed-force starfighters operating from 1 frigate.
Post 7

Roderik set his sights on another pirate starfighter and maneuvered into a tracking position astern and below. He knew he had this one dead to rights, flying in a visual dead-spot, and the opponent pilot obviously not visually registering his blip on his sensor screen. Distraction killed pilots more than any other cause.

He took the opportunity to study his surrounding area on his sensors - picking apart friendlies from pirate scum, and picking the most vulnerable looking friendlies to assist next. While this happened he heard a familiar voice come over the radio. He grinned underneath his helmet, recalling the excitement he found in [member="Sarah"] Lee Jones when he recruited her into the squadron.

"Great work, keep it up!." He spoke over the comm-net, before turning his attention back to the enemy he was shadowing behind. Back to work, he thought, as he let loose his second concussion missile of the engagement, again danger-close. This time, however, he took pre-evasive maneuvers, breaking off to reform with [member="Pierce Fortan III"] and Bravo flight -- the turn reversal maneuvering almost completed by the time the explosion occurred from missile detonation.

Cool pilots don't face the explosions.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Objective One.
Post Sixteen.
Involves: [member="Kierel"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Rexus Wenck"]

The day was won.

Hundreds of Vax Rebels were slain that day, all throughout the city of Nar'Tan. He personally took command of Zerek Platoon, but he was receiving reports in his ear from every level of units. All the way down from individual squads to encompassing the entire Regiment.

A good first outing he determined.

"Send your prisoners to the labour camps. Continue patrols, High Colonel Graush out." His voice that was colder than death received confirmations from other White Wolves unit commanders, and then he closed the mic.

Locations were transmitted to him. They contained directions to Field Marshal Vaas' position. Not that he'd exactly need it, Walker's were gigantic metal things that towered into the sky, but even if he scoured the streets first hand, he could admit it would've taken him longer first hand if he had without.

Dozens of the remaining Zerek Platoon followed. Covered in dirt and blood, it was certain that if they looked so bad on the outside they must've felt worse on the inside.

"High Colonel Graush reporting!" He announced himself, as was customary as he stepped into line. Throughout the battle, he must've lost his Officer's cloak, for it was no longer connected to him. In addition, across his face there were numerous cauterized wounds where glass from a window had shattered across his face. It had splattered his face with red hot shards of glass, and of course none had stuck to him, with constamt wiping of his face, it further irritated the wounds. Thus, causing his face to be covered in lines of blood.

Certainly not what one who was appearing before the Field Marshal should be looking like, but then again he could've always gone to a medic.

Or wore armour.

Definitely the second. He was in charge of thousands of soldiers after all.

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

C L E A N S W E E P​

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"Come and get some," she pressed forward the TIE veered off to left with two interceptors on course she practically felt those lasers whizzing by her bird. Ishana slingshot around the engagement that was Delta and Echo flights versus the Frigate dragging the two interceptors around before she dipped below flipping her bird around. She pressed on her guns, and the familiar sound of TIE firepower ripped through the pirates, catching one while the other one was heading on course for a head-on collision. "I've played this game, c'mon sunshine," she taunted as she could see this guy in his bird looking right after before he choked and swung left and she swung right, he went wide and she came in tight, finishing him off.

Flipping channels, "echo flight, this is delta one coming- bac." Her TIE was hit but the damage was kinetic? She checked her radar, it was the frigate that Echo and Delta had been harassing, "right, time to end this." She pulled back into formation and let her weapons rip through shields, "hey echo lead, I got an idea," she looked at that frigate, "we got eight, right? Let's see if we can't find a weakness on this baby, you guys up for a V formation?"

[member="Greta Kohler"]

Posts: 4 // ??

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 11

"Never better," murmured Decima Fortan through gritted teeth. His fingers, thank heaven protected by leather gloves, helped her scrabble along the understreets. The ceilings were low here, the walls pushing in from either side, giving it an altogether claustrophobic feel. Luckily for Decima, she wasn't too bothered by it, though she did occaionally get the sensation that the walls were pressing in on her, this was not yet to the point where it overwhelmed her, and she was able to keep moving without much fuss. The young woman had a lightsaber hanging from her belt in a quick-access binding, and a blaster pistol in her other hand. She was decently proficient with the blaster from her years in service at the Galidraani Defense Forces, but the lightsaber she was still learning.

"How much further?" she asked quietly. Decima couldn't open her datapad to look at the map, couldn't activate the planetary positioning services built into the device which would place them on the map. The signal would no doubt be traced by some unsavory element or another. No, they had to go in blind -- blind, deaf, and dumb, with no communications or detailed intelligence beyond there's some bad people over there. Bad being a relative point of view, after all. "Surely we must be close by now. We've been in this sad little understreet for 148 posts hours."

[member="Absalom"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: Zarnathea, Understreets
Objective: [1ish]
Allies: [member="Decima Fortan"]
[6]

If there was one thing Absalom was good at... really good at, it was tracking. He could find a needle in a mountainous haystack and that wasn't a joke by any stretch of the imagination -- their scent? He had caught it two clicks back and that was what had been following ever since. The stench of the old and the rotten was all pervasive, but like a blood hound it did not do much to prevent him from following his goal.

"Soon." The Ren whispered back, before continuing forward. A lightsaber pike hung on his belt, slightly elongated hilt was the only thing tipping anyone off it wasn't a regular 'saber.

He had an assortment of knives all over his body, boots strapped, belt, things and like that. It paid to be careful and above all ready for anything possible - an extra weapon or two wouldn't hurt anyone.

"What can you do?" The question came a few minutes later.

Up there, maybe another click or so, Absalom could feel their targets.

Pulsating nodes in the darkness, the smell was getting tougher to ignore for him. It smelled like copper, smelled like sulfur, smelled like salt and rock; they were scared, shetlessly and why wouldn't they be?

They were the boogeymen right now.

 

[Valessia Brentioch]

Objective: 4 - Riflor
Allies: [member="Darell Irani"], [member="Dunames Lopez"]| First Order
Enemies: N/A
Location: Riflor; Delegation Chambers
Post: 8// ??

Saden listened to Dunames, "no." He said flatly, "I am interested in what you have to offer me, and my people, not what we can give to you and your... Star Tours." Dunames was no more than another cog in the wheel, and so Saden drew his attention to this Irani. "And you?" He waits, "what," he purses his lips, "line are you to give me? What is it about Iron Crown Enterprises that is so great?" He wonders, his hands folded in his lap as he looks to Gale. People like Dunames, like... the First Order even, made him sick. Everyone was always out for their own interest and never the interest of others. Of course, it was only a matter of time before the newest heir apparent came knocking on their door.

Gale Dat interjected, "now, now Ceecu let us hear more about this Star Tours, what are your rates? And how have you come across such," he searches for right the word, "deals that you've clearly taken advantage of." Meanwhile in the chamber adjacent to them, talks of a different sort were taking place - but they were just as cold, just as calculating. It was a dance, one that would become more familiar to the diplomatic services of the First Order - as time went on.

 

[Mir Nehrahn]

Location: Varunda IX, outside of New Habat traveling by speeder
Objective: 5 - consultation for PharmaTech
Dramatis Personae: Mir Nehrahn and Kur Brile of the Luck's Revenge
Allies: [member="Saffron"]
Post: 3

Kur translated in and out of what Mir was saying, though his translation could more be described as commentary. Mir's ramblings seemed to be well understood by their guests, at least to the point where he went off on a tangent. The Duros made points here and there to keep Mir on track but the Ithorian always found a way to get too technical or just change the subject entirely on some less-than-adjacent idea. Though for Kur, this was commonplace, so his commentary happened organically as the conversation progressed.

Mir, too busy with his own meandering mind, would hear Saffron's comments but hardly paid them mind. He just continued on rambling. That left Kur to interact with the other pair. "Apologies for my friend. Too many thoughts, not enough listening. Doesn't mean anything by it." Kur set the craft to autopilot towards the main cultivation facility. "Just independent contractors, Mir and I. Can't speak for the people here. But the locals welcome any friend of nature."

Kur half-turned and smirk-smiled at Saffron and Adon Ba, gesturing with a nod towards Mir, who was still rambling away. "Specialty is restoration. Natural terra-forming methods. Most Ithorians are skilled at it. He lives it. Ever need another brain, he's your guy."

Mir's ears perked up at the subject of terra-forming and his ramblings intensified.

 

[Daxin Novari]

Objective 3 - Starfighter Corps - Operation Clean Sweep
Location - Hangar Bay 1A, Resugent-class Star Destroyer, Concordia
Post 8

This was the part of the duty schedule that Senior Technician Daxin Novari truly excelled, and reveled in. Low stakes, no reward situations, he liked to call them. TIE Fighter recovery operations itself was generally a well chroreographed display - quite inspiring to watch, really. But pre-recovery operations was something entirely different. So mundane, so non-extraordinary. It consisted of manually checking all of the hangar bay's tractor beam emplacements, making sure designated sites had their crew ladders on the ready (this one was especially important when it came to [member="Pierce Fortan III"].)

Daxin casually strolled on his way to his third tractor beam, tool-kit in hand, mind idly lost in thought on what adventures the starfighter pilots must be having out there. His mind's positivism did not waiver into territory of wondering what pilots would not return home. Hopefully they all would, but that was something to think about later, at the very last moment. He thought that optimistic nature was one of the reasons why their commander [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] enjoyed the senior technician's presence in the squadron so much. Daxin saw it as one of his most prominent traits, as well. He was proud of his own ability to roll with the mental punches, as it were.

None of that morale-killing nonsense others spewed would stop him in the performance of his not-remotely-dangerous duty.

 

[knight_of_fire98]

Objective 1 - Aint no party like the boarding party

Location - Zarnathea, Rooftop of Sniper tower

Vicinity - @[member='Rolf Amsel'], [member="Asharad Graush"]
Post 1
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:: This is private CT-47B of Vindicator boarding party Beta requesting immediate cancellation of the requested bombardment on the sniper tower targetting our men in the Market disrict. We are taking the building ::

Ending communication, the atmospheric assault lander would finish its final descent onto the rooftop, thudding loudly as white clad troopers rush from its back, eager to escape the burning compartment that had incinerated their previous squad leader when a rogue asteroid knocked them off course during their attempts to board the Imperial Destroyer above.

Two men move to opposite sides of the building; setting up FWMB-10 repeating blasters to cover both [member="Rolf Amsel"] 's approach from ambushers in league with the snipers. While the other aims down the street, prepared to gun down fleeing prisoners if they head towards the tower. Meanwhile, CT-47B would take his modified betaplast riot shield and head down the staircase, his SE-44C blaster pistol at the ready as he descends the steps to the third floor.

"Get that door open!" He orders, assuming command for the second time as a Stormtrooper discharges a blast into the lock, its intense heat weakening the metal before he kicks it open and CT-47B heads inside, blasting the lone occupant in the chest with a discharge of superheated plasma as he drops his cereal. Eyes wide with shock as it splashes to the ground. Sending admiral ackbar fish flakes and blue milk across the carpet, the wasted cereal of a traitor. Wordlessly, they head further inside. Stepping over the unclothed civilian with the black mess of charred flesh and bone where his chest used to be and searching the entire apartment before two groups of four head to secure the rest of their level while CT-47B and the others descend to the second floor.

A rebel is already running, likely the snipers spotter judging from the electrobinoculars jangling down from her neck. She must've heard the gunfire upstairs and thought to save herself. "Too slow." Thought CT-47B as the Stormtroopers flanking him drive the rebel down in a volley of red as they shuffle their way closer to the snipers nest. As they pass through the door, a round passes through the wall. Striking one of the Stormtroopers behind CT-47B through the unprotected shoulder joint and almost severing his arm as the bulllet exits inside the armour. CT-47B responds in a furious charge, ramming through the doorway and instinctively stepping over a trip wire as if he had somehow known it was already there. Bullets ricochet off his shield, each well placed, the guns recoil controlled, a skilled shot and one CT was glad he hadn't encountered at a distance. As he closes in he swings the shield, slamming the barrel of the snipers gun out of his way as he pushes him towards the open window. His right gauntlet slams towards the mans face, triggering the release of his vibro blade from his knuckle plate as its strikes through the snipers left eye. The man quickly goes limp, the vibro effect quickly turning cartilage, brain and bone to jelly as CT-47B pushes him out through the glass. Enabling all pinned by the sniper to see its body tumbling down before the comforting presence of a white clad Stormtrooper fills the window.


:: CT-47B and Beta squad reporting in. The sniper team is down and the building is being secured for use as an outpost. ::

 

[Saffron]

Varunda IX
PharmaTech - New Eden Project
Objective 5
| 4 |

That perked Saffron's interest. Indeed, PharmaTech and MaraTibx were always searching for more brilliant minds to help them with the ongoing Eden Project.

In fact, with as much work that there was to be done, MaraTibx was moving towards expanding its operations to include the bulk of the terraforming and restoration work. That would allow MaraTibx to work in line with PharmaTech to continue to help out razed and damaged worlds.

"Mistah Mir... Mistah Kur," she began, not wanting to offend.

"Forgive my boldness, but would you be interested in a position with PharmaTech and MaraTibx for work in the Eden Project?" she added, elaborating, "We are in need for passionate individuals who are interested in helping expand the restoration projects. With it comes room and board, along with a comparable stipend above average in the 'verse."

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Objective: 2
Location: Surface of Varunda IX
Allies: [member="Phenex Ren"], [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Serah Oricion"], [member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Samka Derith"]
Post: 2

Jaron nodded when the telepathy was returned. However the telepathy was not the thing which brought a smile to his face. The playful look from the flame haired Ren had been taken for the tease it was as she was about as clueless as to who their companions were as he was. Hers was the only face he knew, and so he stayed quiet. The meeting was likely to be boring anyway, and the people he had been expecting to take the lead seemed to not be. His sense was that this diplomatic attempt was going to turn into a bloodbath in time at all. This was not something which seemed to be going well. Jaron heard only one message through the meeting, submit or we kill. He rolled his eyes at what was happening. For now he opted to stay quiet until the killing started.

He watched as Isla tried to converse with an Ithorian in a white robe, and then the amphibian Sith pressed the issue deeper. Whatever was happening here had to have been a result of the fall of the One Sith, or the impending fall. There was a sense that they would not have a problem with standing up to the Ren as they were emboldened by the political upheaval of the galaxy. Jaron held onto his notion that sabers were the best option for negotiating this meeting.

Jaron thought to play along as he came out from the shadows where he had been hiding and stood next to Isla. He was comfortable with her, and knew any others may be startled at his sudden appearance. His aura was unmasked and he fully revealed himself.

"The First Order has sent us to find a solution which allows them to gain this territory amicably. We do not wish to visit you under false pretenses, and certainly do not let the sugar coated compliments of our companion here make you think this something which you have the choice to deny. The only choice you have in this manner is how many lives you will spare, or how much bloodshed you will cause, by your decision."

His tone was non-threatening, but it was commanding. There was no reason to lie to those present as to the intentions of the First Order. There was no reason to lie that their lives were in danger if they stood to oppose the Ren. The classic dichotomy of darkness and light was on display. While many of the dark side liked to use deception to accomplish what they wanted, Jaron was much more direct. This tactic would not surprise Isla from there previous mission together. It may surprise the rest assembled however.

"What you must understand is we are here to negotiate your surrender, or perform a hostile take over."

 

[Druchi]

Objective One.
Post Five.
Involves: [member="[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/11879-rolf-amsel/"]Rolf Amsel[/URL]"][member="[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/12678-rexus-wenck/"]Rexus Wenck[/URL]"][member="[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/4252-ludolf-vaas/"]Ludolf Vaas[/URL]"][member="[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/12408-asharad-graush/"]Asharad Graush[/URL]"] [member="[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/4252-ludolf-vaas/"]Ludolf Vaas[/URL]"][member="Wolf"]
Location: Nar'Tan City Streets The thick of it.


The Marshall's gaze looked over each of them and she felt the pang of worry. She began imagining scenarios where she would be executed for some minor failure or other. Perhaps at best reprimanded. When the Marshall demanded the CO's step forward, Kierel hesitated. She wasn't in command she just took charge. She wasn't really a leader she just did what she had to do Her armour was covered in the residual from the artillery barrage and the ionisation clung to her nostrils. She felt a slight nudge and after another moments pause stepped forward. Under her helmet she was drenched in sweat and part of her was still operating on very little brain activity.

"Sir! Private, Kierel Ortis reporting."

She could see the red skinned Sith approaching, Shame that sniper didn't... She pushed that thought deep down as far as she could, she had heard Force Users could read minds and cut off oxygen to your brain or make you shoot yourself. It sent a shiver down her spine as the pureblood marched around his pride, his arrogance radiating from him. It made her furious. The soldiers under the things command however were arrogant but from a deserved reputation. Almost all stormtroopers had heard of the White Wolves they were a model of propaganda and their appearance seemed to justify some of the inflation. The Gunners had been solid, they had got her and her squad out of a fracked situation and escorted them. She had no complaints bar their over eagerness to jump into the fray - not that she was free from that same overwhelming battle lust in the heat of combat either. Anyone who fought and lived in the moment where a microsecond of a trigger being pulled and ending your life felt the same experience. But in this moment she wondered what would be coming next, the helmet chatter indicated that there was still some mop up work to be done.

 

[Doc]

[member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Asharad Graush"]

Location: Nar'tan State University/First Order Field Headquarters
Objective: 1. Operation Bad Papa


Due to a clerical error the and equipment issues the medical transport, Doc was on had just now arrived angered at the delay he the newly commissioned medic lieutenant, boarded a shuttle head straight for the field HQ ~ there's gonna be hell to pay for this~ he thought to himself as opened the Comm channel
“Shuttle Hermes to First order field command request landing clearance, transmitting code now.” He said as he flipped the transponder switch in the control panel.

“First order command to Hermes stands by for verification of your code do not deviate from your current trajectory.”

“Understood command standing by for code verification.” He replied

several moments later the landing officer responded on the channel. “command to Hermes, you cleared to land transmitting coordinates now, better late than never right.” The officer said before closing the channel.

~She thinks she’s so funny~ he thought to himself as adjusted his heading to the coordinates he’d received, about 10 minutes latter the shuttle touched down near the Nar'tan State University/First Order Field Headquarters. Doc quickly exited and made a beeline for the HQ as entered the room he stopped, saluted and Said “MT-045 Reporting for duty.”