Dominion Raiders of the Lost Vault | EE Dominion of Verkuyl

[Frontier Tenacity]

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Everyone remembers the greatest warlords and generals, the battles they fought in across the vast expanse of the galaxy… But victory in war requires more than warlords and generals. Every army needs supplies, above all else. Food, ammunition, reinforcements, Bacta… All of these things form an intricate and delicate system of supply chains, which no army or fleet can function without, regardless of the skill of the warlord leading it.

Several weeks ago, the Eternal Empire had risen from its hidden fortress-world of Kalidan, sending its armies of fanatics forward on a grandiose, ambitious campaign to expand its dominion over the entirety of the Unknown Regions. Such were the Imperials’ ambitions, that they boldly proclaimed their campaign to be the beginning of the Final Age, the end of history and the beginning of Infinite Conquest.

Campaigns like that, require vast amounts of supplies and materiel, supplies which the Empire’s planners sought to acquire swiftly by seizing them from nearby planets. And one of the most important planets in the Empire’s plans, was Verkuyl.

Once the headquarters of Verkuyl BactaCo, the planet had been a very important link in the chain of supply for Bacta. And although the company was long gone, its laboratories and facilities remain on the planet, hidden, abandoned and forgotten about the planet’s inhabitants, but not by the Eternal Empire, or by those who wish to stand against it.

The ancient company’s Bacta formula, as well as vast amounts of treasure, remain hidden somewhere on the planet, secured inside an ancient, highly secured and trap-filled vault which no adventurers had yet been able to open. But no adventurers had the resources of the Eternal Empire. Seeking to restore the planet’s Bacta industry and incorporate it into the supply chains for its war machine, the Imperial government has dispatched an expedition. Comprised of some of its best troops, along with well-paid mercenaries and individuals of ill-repute, individuals experienced at getting into highly secured facilities, the Imperial expedition has been given vast resources to carry out its single directive: locate the entrance to the Verkuylian BactaCo vault, breach it and secure the secrets within.

But the Empire is not the only group seeking to get its hands on those secrets. Becoming aware of the Empire’s intentions and knowing full well what the Imperial government would do with Verkuyl’s secrets, the various cells of the Eclipse Rebellion have decided they had better get their hands on the contents of that vault before the Empire did. And so, they secretly sent an expedition of their own.

Now, both sides find themselves in a race against time, a race to acquire the vault’s resources before their opponents do.

Objectives:

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The Imperial expedition to Verkuyl has been given vast resources to accomplish its mission. An entire regiment of Ultranauts, the Empire’s feared shock troops, along with a contingent of Blackwatch death squads with which to extort any and every shred of information from the natives, have been deployed alongside the mercenaries that the Empire has hired. The Imperial expedition’s mission is simple: acquire the contents of the vault, by any means necessary.

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Concerned about the Empire’s plans and intent on securing the vault’s secrets and resources to provide aid to the worlds besieged and devastated by the Imperial military, the Eclipse rebels have mounted their own expedition to Verkuyl. Aware that the Empire’s forces will use any means to locate and open that vault, regardless of civilian casualties, the rebel expedition must move swiftly and efficiently, before the Empire’s brutal methods drown the local population in a river of blood.

Objective 3: BYOO

Attn: Aaran Tafo || Adelle Bastiel || Alondra Lareina || Alwine Daye || Alyva Terrix || Anton Delane || Arturo Braga || Azazel || Bachus || Carter Tymon || Centiro || Cero Pax || Charlotte Knyte || Caulder Dune || Darth Aion || Ecthelion Aiglos || Eirene || Eryn || Fimrati Vailyippin || Formorta || Goonch Bagarius Yarrelli || Ilsa Visel || Ingrid L'lerim || Jardann Lancus || Juggernaut || Kainan Wolfe || Kalic Daws || Karma Jayne || Kerstan Blackmoore || Khorde Drago || Lanebsa || Loreena Arenais-Valhoun || Lorelai Ventira || Lyla Quinn || Malicar || Mythos || Nekana Quane || Nerulic || RadioWhisper || Ranik Delmont || Rath Exigo || Shandria Navin || Taozi Fuyuan || Tela Uolmi || Tiberius Bayne || Vidalu Na'an || Viktor Goetz || Tsavong Kraal || Vyra Silara || Will Westender || Wulf Orlock || Xiomar Ren || Mitth'rae'leios || Broka the Hutt || Karisa || Servelus Zambrano || @Kai’el || Kaine Hamilton || @Sabella de Vreis || Race Tolsen || Miles Morrow || Rumi Dag || Corran Conner || Saabossi || Gerhard Manndorf || Kyle Raymus || VanceCaydence || Edward Ashcard || Galdaart || Lord Malleus || Rhaego Charon || Gortta Desilijic Tiure || @Roman Calypso || Lora Vekarr​

Links:

• Verkuyl
• Verkuylian BactaCo
• Ultranaut Corps
• Blackwatch Death Squads

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

Post #1
Attn: Vyra Silara || Mythos || Saabossi || Open
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• 31st Ultranaut Regiment | Imperial expedition base camp | Verkuyl​

The Sith Lord was working his way through the reports stacked up on his desk inside the improvised command tent, reviewing the information his scouts had brought him and it wasn't looking good. They knew the coordinates of the vault, the orbital scans were corroborated with the information received from the natives, but they had yet to locate the entrance itself and they couldn't risk using explosives to blast their way in.

So, the Imperials had set up camp at the location deemed most likely to hide the entrance, troops establishing a defensive perimeter around the main dig site. In just a few hours, the Empire had transformed the area, from pristine wilderness untouched by sapients for hundreds of years into a neatly organized military encampment, housing row upon row of tents, vehicles and improvised landing pads within the perimeter of trenches and earthworks that had been dug up around it.

Within the command tent, a holographic projector displayed a map of the Imperial base, several markers indicating various units, equipment and dig sites, as well as supply depots and improvised maintenance facilities for the regiment's complement of vehicles, dropships and starfighters, which were neatly arranged on their designated landing pads and parking spots, maintenance crews performing regular checks, while soldiers patrolled the area.

Directed by the Empire's finest archaeologists, teams of Combat Engineers were scurrying about, deploying equipment, maneuvering engineering vehicles and tearing up the earth to dig up the ancient facilities. The archaeologists were excited, as they had already unearthed a significant amount of pre-Gulag Plague artifacts, dated back to the first Galactic Empire's invasion of the planet, which liberated the planet's slaves and ended the reign of the Verkuylian BactaCo corporation, including several stormtrooper helmets and what looked like an abandoned Lambda-class shuttle. Fine additions for the Eternal Empire's museums, but not what the expedition was searching for.

Looking up, Tacitus' feline eyes met his fiancé's, the Sith Lord secretly grateful for her comforting presence, although this was neither the time, or place to let himself ponder the feelings which she stirred in his heart. Instead, he held out one of the datapads for her. "What do you think," he asked her in a weathered voice which sounded like gravel, surprised at how difficult it was to maintain a proper, formal tone and demeanor.

 

[Saabossi]

Objective: Command And Conquer​

The Sluissi had been chosen for this operation, although what it was for was...most surprising to her. It was not something that she had expected to find herself taking part in. An expedition of sorts, to find...something? Inside a vault, as she had learned. Extorting natives to find this vault, pushing through them for information. Saabossi believed that she was ready for this operation alongside the other Ultranaughts. In armor fitted to her figure, she almost fit in with all of them.

Sniper rifle over her back with a strap, her bladed tail flicking about behind her. She remained within the camp, moving to find a high ground to take up observation over and around said camp. These natives, Saabossi bet they would not be leaving them alone to just sit around and prepare to raid their vault.

"This is Ssssaabosssssi, I am prepared above to obssserve. Any detail on native capability?" The snake woman asked, for anyone in the camp listening. If she was to fight them off, in case of an attack, then she would need to find out whatever she could about them.

Kainan Wolfe

 

[Wulf Orlock]

Post #2 (Tacitus alt)
Attn: Saabossi || Open​

In the command tent, the Fieldmarshall was busy coordinating the troops assigned to manning the security perimeter of the encampment. The damnable weather, warm and humid, made him feel uncomfortable and irritated, even though he wore a uniform that had been designed specifically for tropical environments. Though he was used to much colder temperatures than this, the Fieldmarshall gave no sign of his discomfort, maintaining the proper posture of an Imperial officer, his demeanor calm and professional. Sat at his desk, upon which had been placed a portable command console, Orlock was reviewing security reports when the request for information came through. Once again, he brought up the reports about the natives, even though he didn't need to. He had memorized that information already.

"<Corporal Saabossi, this is Fieldmarshall Wulf Orlock,>" he responded. "<The natives are in possession of a mixture of handheld blasters and more primitive weapons like spears, bows and crossbows. They also possess several landspeeders and at least a pair of ancient E-Web heavy blasters, which could be mounted on their vehicles if they carry out the necessary modification,>" the Fieldmarshall informed her.

"<We are expecting hostilities once Blackwatch detains people from their villages for interrogation, most likely in the form of guerrilla-style raids upon our convoys, however an assault upon our main base is deemed unlikely, due to the overwhelming military forces at our disposal,>" he spoke, also forwarding several files detailing the layout of the surrounding area to the Corporal.

"<I will personally be taking command of one of the units assigned to detain natives for interrogation and will be in need of a sniper. Report to Assembly Area sixteen for your assignment,>" he ordered her. He had read her file, knew her abilities as a sniper were considerable and although the Empire didn't frequently reassign troops away from their defenses, it wasn't all that unusual for a commanding officer to hand-pick the members assigned to a strike team.

He ordered an aide to pack up the portable command console and bring it along, checking his rifle and sidearm before exiting the tent, the guards outside saluting the feared Butcher of Bakura.

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Objective: 2

Now more than ever, Lori wished that her armour was finished. But the Eternal Empire moved far more quicker than she could. They outnumbered the Eclipse Rebels by billions to one, not to mention their military and technical capabilities easily outmatched her own. But that was where their 'donation' funding came in. Not to mention inside tips sent through by secret channels....

Bacta.

Most nowadays would probably think that the supplies of it were endless. But it wasn't. Sure species could survive without it. Yet it made survival that much easier. It was pivitol in times of war and conquest. So the least that Eternal Empire had, the better.

Lori just had to ensure that she found it first!

Fortunately finding treasures and sneaking through temples and vaults was something that she was good at! One of the things anyways. And given that she could lay out traps herself, well she was bound to pick up some new tricks with this exhibition.

Her ship Jaster's Sparrow lay hidden in the woods, covered with branches that both herself and Arla had gathered. It wasn't as good as cloaking, but well enough. Both women were armed; not only with blasters, vibroblades and thermal detonators, but with tripwires and pick axes. Lori even brought her lightsaber this time. Rarely had she used the thing. But it was good to have on her. Or so her brother Caedyn Arenais would probably tell her.

Setting out on foot, Lori followed Arla's lead. "Think we'll find it before they do?"

"We can only hope."

Kainan Wolfe

 

[Taozi Fuyuan]

Objective: Gain trust
Tags: Open!
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Taozi, for once, was almost giddy for a mission by the Empire. By the Manda, she could almost taste the data hidden away, locked behind secrets and jungle. She could feel the same excitement radiating from the group of 20 Tal members she had brought with her as they set up a medical encampment just on the outskirts of the Empire's own camp.

"<Alor, how closely will we be working with the Empire?>"

"<Just enough to not be murdered. We will work in advance, and talk to the natives peacefully first. Gain their trust, and if we are able to get information before the Empire, we can stop a massacre.>"

"<Understood.>"

As Clan Tal finished setting up their camp, Taozi gathered 5 of them to head towards the closest village. Of the group of six, only two carried blasters but all of them carried clearly marked relief packages.

Silently, they prayed that was enough to keep hostilities against them to a minimum.

 

[Carter Tymon]

Post #1
Tags: Kainan Wolfe || Open
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Carter had volunteered to take part in this mission, even though it meant he had to leave his ship behind and use his legs. So there he was, using his legs to march around the camp that the Empire had built with respectable haste. In his arms he held something not quite familiar either - a standard issue blaster. While he had trained with one when he joined the Empire's military, the device still felt foreign in his hands.

Regardless of how uncomfortable the rifle was he carried on holding it and patrolling around the perimeter of their encampment. With each step, the lightsaber attached at his hip swung back and forth. Carter gave brief nods and short hellos to Ultranauts as he passed, but he held no conversation with them and quickly grew bored. He let his thoughts start to wander slightly as his boots crunched the ground below. Maybe he was beginning to regret volunteering for this mission. The Empire was beginning their grand campaign and here he was, guarding a perimeter on muggy planet.

That didn't matter now, that decision was in the past. Now Carter was on the planet and required to do his duty.

 

[Viktor Goetz]

BYOO: Flipping the Coin (Heads: Rebels, Tails: Empire)​

Attn: Loreena Arenais-Valhoun | Open
Equipment: x1 Sk-UL Mk3.3 Shadow Armor, x1 KC-M74S Designated Marksman Rifle, x1 Lucius-pattern Bayonet, x1 S4C Light Repeating Blaster, x2 KC-95 Blaster Pistols
Attachment: None

Baron Viktor Goetz quickly jumped across the roofs of the derelict residential buildings on the outskirts of the Dalos Peninsula, the headquarters of the Verkulian Bacta Co. He was undecided on which side to help with this endeavor, as he was ultimately unsure of how trustworthy the Eclipse Rebellion was. It was in its infancy, and he has seen many ragtag groups of rebels come and go, mostly being slaughtered mercilessly by the Eternal Empire. He had to give credit where credit was due, and the cold efficiency of brutality of the Imperial war machine far surpassed the idealism of hope and luck that most rebels relied on. If the rebels were to show certain promise to successfully overthrow the Empire, he would with no doubt help them grow and develop, but if they were measly rodents greedy and useless like their former predecessors...He would have no mercy as well.

He had heard chatters about the Eclipse coming to Verkuyl to seize the company's assets in its vaults to help besieged worlds, but Viktor was skeptical. Few were moved with sheer compassion and empathy, and he suspected that there was a deeper hidden agenda, perhaps selling it off to the growing and infamous Black Sun syndicate which was dominating the underworlds of the Eternal Empire. He doubted a connection between Black Sun and Eclipse, as the profit-seeking criminals seemed more inclined to follow the Empire and its fat pockets than help out desperate and impoverished rebels. But desperation did lead to higher bargains and prices, which the Black Sun had no reservations in scalping the Empire on. Besides, they were clever enough to be lenient and not too overbearing with their profit margins, as they knew that pissing of the Empire would lead to their swift demise and more importantly, loss of gigantic profits the warmongering state produced.

Navigating through the buildings of the Dalos Peninsula, he hoped to encounter some foolhardy rebels along the way but his luck was no good. And so, he ventured deeper into the heart of the former headquarters, in search of this lost vault...

 

[Vyra Silara]

Location || Command Tent
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With barely restrained disgust, Vyra Silara followed Field Marshal Orlock’s disappearing back as he left the tent with a gaze as cold as the air around them was hot. Bakura had left her spirit in turmoil. Like a scene from a nightmare, its horrific fall and subsequent conquest plagued her day and night, forcing her own impossible choices under the harsh light of examination she couldn’t bear to endure. The stories, the whispers, the rumors of what the Eternal Empire was capable of had, until Bakura, been just that. She’d never seen them in action. And now…

…now all she could think was, it could have been Elenthaeus. It WOULD have been Elenthaeus, had her political foresight not driven her to negotiate this marriage. At the time, her more…intimate knowledge of the faction and its Emperor had felt like a gift.

Now, after watching Bakura burn, it felt like a cheat code in a very real, gruesome game.

She scoffed, turning back to the datapad in her hands. The crushed, smoking bodies of the innocent Bakurans in the square were still fresh in her mind, and Orlock had played a vital part in the slaughter. She knew imagining him being rolled over by his own tanks over and over again probably wasn’t a state of mind she should foster. After all, he was only a brainwashed product of her fiance's Empire… and that was an entirely different can of kouhuns she refused to reopen right now.

Dwell later. Focus now.

Vyra frowned at the screen, scanning the relevant information and squinting back and forth from the holomap floating in the middle of the tent. “I think,” she began distantly, engrossed in her reading, “that I’ve seen one too many tacky, B-rated adventure holofilms that all begin with a noble band of explorers and archaeologists looking for treasure in a hidden vault they can’t find the entrance to.” She made a point to avoid his eyes, denying that part of her that found it so easy to melt fondly under their gaze. “The traps always kill the supporting characters, the treasure is always lost at the last moment, and only the main character and his lover make it out alive.” Vyra paced away to study the map base, eying the areas they’d chosen to attempt their break-in.

“Hmm.” Her days of exploring secret tunnels and dodging vault security traps were long behind her, but she remembered a thing or two from her adventures. “There’s always more than one way in and out of these places. Always…” She fanned herself a bit, the oppressive humidity so thick in the hot air she could almost cut it. Perspiration clung uncomfortably to her skin, trailing down her chest under the black, sleeveless jumpsuit she had zipped up around her neck. Vyra tugged the zipper down a bit, wafting air towards her body. The fabric, though dark and durable, was meant for climates of this nature, but she’d grown accustomed to the permanent chill of Kalidan’s icy wasteland.

“Here, look.” Striding back towards Kainan, she pinched the image on her datapad, pulled it upwards and threw it outwards. A detailed holoimage of everything they’d mapped so far sprung up from atop his desk, hovering brightly above the stacks of reports on its surface. Vyra put the datapad down and bent a bit, leaning both hands on the desk, face and limbs glistening in the blueish light. “This is what we have from our scans, the orange bits are filled in from what the natives have shared.” She swatted the image, sending the map into a top down view. The locations of the digs blinked green, spread out fairly evenly, the brightest at the spot most thought to hide the main entrance. “We’re set up at the most likely spots, right? Except anyone building a backdoor into a secret vault wouldn’t pick somewhere obvious. They’d go for the least likely areas, more hidden, places no one would think to look first.”

With her finger, Vyra highlighted a handful of areas around the map. “See how these walls meet here? Unevenly, maybe due to age but I don’t see the same sag along the rest… And here, the ground looks too even, too flat. And here, the way the foliage grows at a different angle for no logical reason.” She shrugged a little. “A secret way out, or in, wouldn’t be overly complicated. A simple deception to hide it, yes, but the idea is ease of access in an emergency.” She chewed thoughtfully on her bottom lip, head cocked to one side, following the length of the map. “Keep a team on the main entrance, but… send someone to investigate these areas. No disrespect to our capabilities, but better vault spelunkers than us have thrown their minds at the task and failed, and we simply don’t have the time to ponder symbols and brush at the ground for weeks.”

|| Kainan Wolfe || Wulf Orlock ||
In The Area || Carter Tymon - Saabossi

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[Galdaart]

Objective Two -- Smash & Grab
Attn: Eclipse Rebels who might have "tagged along" on Fel's YT-1760, drop-ship-style

Fel was in his element, dropping the Dar'Yaim in low, skimming the tree-tops (and likely flying a touch too close to the Empire's position, their supposed 'main dig site.') In any case, though, the Rebel detachment had their orders. He had his own ideas. He wanted to see what this Empire was up to, and he and a few individuals would make certain that if questions were being asked of the locals, that nobody was being asked too hard (and that the information was landing in the right hands.)

Making sure he didn't fly right over the Imperial encampment, he spotted an LZ about seven klicks East-Southeast of their dig, on the far side of a local ville on the Dalos Peninsula. It would seem an obvious place for Empire agents to probe for intel. Whether the dig went well or not, it was all part of a well-oiled machine like theirs. Fel and the commandos would approach from one side of the ville, and no doubt, the Empire from the other. With any luck, there would be no cross-fire for the locals to get caught in. The Dar'Yaim would not be the only ship on the outskirts of the community (which looked to be a farming hamlet, maybe twenty-five buildings in total.) Fel counted about a dozen aging transports at the outskirts of the community, one as big as a bulk freighter. They'd fit right in amongst the garbage.

He checked his gear, twin Power5 blasters at his hips, T-21 leaning against the aft bulkhead, ready to be picked up on his way out the door.

"You coming, speed-bump?"

The R2 unit spat a string of flatulent binary at him, reminding the human that should he get his ass in hot water, as usual, it would be better he remained behind, to get him out of said trouble.

"You're not wrong. Suit yerself. Keep us next-to-mobile while I'm gone, and keep a sharp, well, photoreceptor."

He jabbed an index finger at the internal comms button as they approached, landing lights and repulsors activated as they swung around on final approach. ...nice that there was no tower or approach control to contact... except the newly arrived (invaded?) Empire, which he'd just as soon pretend didn't apply.

::Team, 3-0 to soft LZ. Down and clear -- Godspeed::

When the ship touched ground, the troops were ready to disembark, and after Fel had shut down and made his own way to the landing ramp, they were a distant memory. He slung the T-21, threw his satchel over his shoulder and zipped his jacket before stepping out into the early evening...

Loreena Arenais-Valhoun Viktor Goetz Carter Tymon Vyra Silara Wulf Orlock Saabossi Kainan Wolfe ​

 

[Adelle Bastiel]

Leigh had been on the money. Down to the last detail.

She pulled up the map of the buried facility on a second-hand datapad, punching in the required a six-digit passcode instead of the usual biometric reading. Tucked away on one side, the walls sagged further down than the surrounding exterior, which indicated a structural weakness. Her possible point of entry, according to Leigh. And based on the terrain in front of her, the access point just in front of her.

An engine roared overhead and Adelle shielded her eyes against the sun to look at it. A roughed-up freighter flew towards a village about a couple hours' walk from where she stood. The rainforest canopy quickly hid the freighter from her view and she returned her focus to her task at hand.

Life she found readily in the rainforest around her and with it, the Force. She drew on its power, reaching down into the earth where she felt duracrete walls. Slowly, a chunk of black jungle soil separated from the rest of the ground and rose steadily above the surface. All manners of insects dropped from the mass as Adelle moved it with the Force and set it down not too far from the hole. Cracked and sagging walls now laid exposed to the light and air, blackened by the earth and groundwater. Adelle picked up a small satchel and slid into the newly formed hole. Her hand splayed across the rough, damp texture of the walls, and felt along the spider-webbed cracks. A small application of the Force would do, although various roots had strengthened a portion of the wall.

Adelle fished around in her satchel for a small short-range transponder Leigh had given her. To help the lost, she'd said. Adelle pressed its activation button. If there were any allies nearby, Leigh had assured her, their comms would ping with the location of the beacon. The EE's comlink frequencies were exempt. Adelle shoved it into the dirt wall of the hole she'd made then placed her hand against the crumbling wall. A small Force push later, and she was inside the Vault.



Loreena Arenais-Valhoun

 

[Maur]

Objective Two -- Smash & Grab
Attn: Eclipse Rebels who might have "tagged along" on Fel's YT-1760, drop-ship-style

Fel was in his element, dropping the Dar'Yaim in low, skimming the tree-tops (and likely flying a touch too close to the Empire's position, their supposed 'main dig site.') In any case, though, the Rebel detachment had their orders. He had his own ideas. He wanted to see what this Empire was up to, and he and a few individuals would make certain that if questions were being asked of the locals, that nobody was being asked too hard (and that the information was landing in the right hands.)

Making sure he didn't fly right over the Imperial encampment, he spotted an LZ about seven klicks East-Southeast of their dig, on the far side of a local ville on the Dalos Peninsula. It would seem an obvious place for Empire agents to probe for intel. Whether the dig went well or not, it was all part of a well-oiled machine like theirs. Fel and the commandos would approach from one side of the ville, and no doubt, the Empire from the other. With any luck, there would be no cross-fire for the locals to get caught in. The Dar'Yaim would not be the only ship on the outskirts of the community (which looked to be a farming hamlet, maybe twenty-five buildings in total.) Fel counted about a dozen aging transports at the outskirts of the community, one as big as a bulk freighter. They'd fit right in amongst the garbage.

He checked his gear, twin Power5 blasters at his hips, T-21 leaning against the aft bulkhead, ready to be picked up on his way out the door.

"You coming, speed-bump?"

The R2 unit spat a string of flatulent binary at him, reminding the human that should he get his ass in hot water, as usual, it would be better he remained behind, to get him out of said trouble.

"You're not wrong. Suit yerself. Keep us next-to-mobile while I'm gone, and keep a sharp, well, photoreceptor."

He jabbed an index finger at the internal comms button as they approached, landing lights and repulsors activated as they swung around on final approach. ...nice that there was no tower or approach control to contact... except the newly arrived (invaded?) Empire, which he'd just as soon pretend didn't apply.

::Team, 3-0 to soft LZ. Down and clear -- Godspeed::

When the ship touched ground, the troops were ready to disembark, and after Fel had shut down and made his own way to the landing ramp, they were a distant memory. He slung the T-21, threw his satchel over his shoulder and zipped his jacket before stepping out into the early evening...

Loreena Arenais-Valhoun Viktor Goetz Carter Tymon Vyra Silara Wulf Orlock Saabossi Kainan Wolfe ​

The combat armor she'd donned felt far too tight. Maur growled and tugged at the shoulder for what felt like the millionth time in a futile attempt to adjust it. She contented herself with checking her vibroblade could easily be pulled from its sheath, that her DL-44 would pull smoothly from its holster, and that the scope on her A280C rifle hadn't been knocked askew in transit. When the roughshod captain had announced their landing, Maur stood in preparation. The armor snagged on some safety restraints. With a quiet snarl, she ripped it off her. While her sleeveless shirt provided no protection, it was better than to have one of her weapons snag on the offending armor.

She followed Fel down the ramp. They'd landed near a village, probably to try and gather information before the Empire rolled through and razed everything. She'd have to be sure to follow the others at a distance. She had been told a few times she could be the scariest mute in the whole kriffing galaxy.

Galdaart

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

Post #3
Attn: Vyra Silara || Mythos || Saabossi || Carter Tymon || Open​

• 31st Ultranaut Regiment | Imperial expedition base camp | Verkuyl

The Sith Lord couldn't help but notice every detail in his fiancé's appearance. The way her lips moved as she talked, how her hair swayed when he walked, the way she tugged at that zipper because of the uncomfortable, humid heat... It was incredibly distracting, however this was no time to occupy his mind with confusing thoughts he couldn't make sense of. They had a job to do, so he focused on that.

Her observations were sensible, logical and to the point, the Sith Lord finding no fault in her reasoning. It was something he appreciated and admired in her, the sharpness of her intellect. Despite what some of the Empire's officials thought about the summerworlder soon-to-be Empress, he knew she would provide invaluable insights and that, despite her reservations, she would do her duties to the best of her abilities. Even if his generals and chiefs of staff didn't believe in her, he did. And once again, he was proven right.

"<Have three teams assembled immediately. Armored personnel carriers and Warthogs only, with an escort of Foxhounds and jet bikes. Get me the most skilled drivers and pilots for them,>" he ordered one of his officers in High Nelvaanian, a tall Anubian in a black military uniform, who saluted in Imperial fashion, fist-over-heart, before turning sharply and marching out of the command tent to deliver the Emperor's orders.

Turning his eyes back to Vyra's distracting form, Tacitus switched back to Basic. "Which target do you think we should take?" he asked her, checking the weapons clipped to his belt, the terrible longsword Wither, his lightsaber and a plain, military-issue sidearm. Just like his officers, the Sith Lord preferred a hands-on approach, always leading from the front. There was no way he wouldn't be leading one of those teams, personally.

And he knew Vyra wouldn't miss this for anything, either. So, he walked to the weapons locker, withdrawing a carbine and another sidearm, along with spare ammunition, which he placed down on the table in front of her, causing interference in the hologram hovering above.

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Objective: 2

Lori scanned the skies as they moved through the trees, while Arla kept her eyes on the world around them. More ships were passing overhead and the feeling of urgency began to mount.

Just as Lori was about to speak, her commlink pinged. Lori raised a brow and fished it out of her pocket. "Ohhhh.....wicked. Arla! This way!" She had recognized the signal. It came from a trusted source. Lori hurried her pace, now moving at a jog. They were close.

At first she had expected a building, but instead there was a hole in the ground. Lori peered into it briefly. Arla took the initiatuve and jumped in first, drawing her blaster in mid air. Lori followed suit after a second or two. Both needed to adjust their eyes to the darkness. "Keep an eye out, Arla...Same as usual."

Adelle Bastiel Viktor Goetz

 

[Wulf Orlock]

Post #4 (Tacitus alt)
Attn: Saabossi || Carter Tymon || Taozi Fuyuan || Open​

The small convoy left the base, the heavy vehicles tearing up the dirt road as they headed towards the nearest village. Consisting of two armored personnel carriers, one Titan armored transport, one Foxhound light attack vehicle and four Warthog protected mobility vehicles, the Imperial force made swift progress despite the poor quality of the road.

Powerful engines roaring, the convoy arrived at the village not long before Taozi Fuyuan and her Mandalorians, ignoring the cries of surprise and alarm of the natives and proceeding directly into the main village square, if the patch of hardened dirt could be called that. Doors opening and ramps crashing down into the dirt with a bang that was sure to wake even the dead, the vehicles spewed soldiers like a hive of wasps.

With an expression of clear disgust on his face, Fieldmarshall Orlock exited one of the Warthogs, wasting no time to survey the area with hawk-like eyes. It did not take him long to spot what he was looking for. "<Round up the village elders,>" he ordered, the soldiers quickly springing into action, advancing with swift efficiency from building to building, breaking down doors and detaining people. The panicked screams of the villagers, along with the harsh, barked instructions of the soldiers sounded all over the small village as homes were ransacked and people were dragged out into the square. Those who attempted to resist, were badly beaten.

The prisoners were lined up in front of the Fieldmarshall and roughly made to kneel, cowering and whimpering before their implacable captor, while soldiers stood watch over them, rifles in hand, like ominous shadows. "So, this is what passes for civilization on this planet," the Fieldmarshall commented in a heavily accented basic. Looking at the cowering prisoners with unmasked disgust, he walked up and down the line of prisoners like a predator inspecting his catch. "Who's in charge, here?" his voice roared, making the prisoners instinctively reel back and cower even lower.

 

[Vyra Silara]

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It wasn’t a hard choice. Two out of three of the positions promised heavier investigation and more work to reveal a possible ‘backdoor’, but the structural weakness of a sagging wall all but guaranteed a flaw worth exploiting.

“Ah, thank you,” Vyra nodded as Kainan provided weapons. She quickly secured them to her person, double checking the belt-like item around her hips. In a pinch, it would do, its adaptability its greatest strength. “These two look like more work, and since time is of the essence…” Gesturing to the sagging wall location, she maximized the image before them. “…probably here. Structural weakness is obvious, it will be much easier to exploit without too much damage. I hope.”

She cast a glance at him, half tempted to make some clever, familiar quip about the adventure before them, but she decided against it for a variety of reasons. “The sooner we get what we came for, the sooner we can be out of this sauna. Shall we?”

|| Kainan Wolfe ||​

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[Galdaart]

The combat armor she'd donned felt far too tight. Maur growled and tugged at the shoulder for what felt like the millionth time in a futile attempt to adjust it. She contented herself with checking her vibroblade could easily be pulled from its sheath, that her DL-44 would pull smoothly from its holster, and that the scope on her A280C rifle hadn't been knocked askew in transit. When the roughshod captain had announced their landing, Maur stood in preparation. The armor snagged on some safety restraints. With a quiet snarl, she ripped it off her. While her sleeveless shirt provided no protection, it was better than to have one of her weapons snag on the offending armor.

She followed Fel down the ramp. They'd landed near a village, probably to try and gather information before the Empire rolled through and razed everything. She'd have to be sure to follow the others at a distance. She had been told a few times she could be the scariest mute in the whole kriffing galaxy.

Galdaart

Post #4 (Tacitus alt)​

The small convoy left the base, the heavy vehicles tearing up the dirt road as they headed towards the nearest village. Consisting of two armored personnel carriers, one Titan armored transport, one Foxhound light attack vehicle and four Warthog protected mobility vehicles, the Imperial force made swift progress despite the poor quality of the road.

Powerful engines roaring, the convoy arrived at the village not long before Taozi Fuyuan and her Mandalorians, ignoring the cries of surprise and alarm of the natives and proceeding directly into the main village square, if the patch of hardened dirt could be called that. Doors opening and ramps crashing down into the dirt with a bang that was sure to wake even the dead, the vehicles spewed soldiers like a hive of wasps.

With an expression of clear disgust on his face, Fieldmarshall Orlock exited one of the Warthogs, wasting no time to survey the area with hawk-like eyes. It did not take him long to spot what he was looking for. "<Round up the village elders,>" he ordered, the soldiers quickly springing into action, advancing with swift efficiency from building to building, breaking down doors and detaining people. The panicked screams of the villagers, along with the harsh, barked instructions of the soldiers sounded all over the small village as homes were ransacked and people were dragged out into the square. Those who attempted to resist, were badly beaten.

The prisoners were lined up in front of the Fieldmarshall and roughly made to kneel, cowering and whimpering before their implacable captor, while soldiers stood watch over them, rifles in hand, like ominous shadows. "So, this is what passes for civilization on this planet," the Fieldmarshall commented in a heavily accented basic. Looking at the cowering prisoners with unmasked disgust, he walked up and down the line of prisoners like a predator inspecting his catch. "Who's in charge, here?" his voice roared, making the prisoners instinctively reel back and cower even lower.

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Objective Two: Smash & Grab
POV: The Good Guys
Outskirts of local ville, YT-1760 Dar'Yaim receding in the distance...

Fel took cover behind a hover-sled that looked as though it hadn't moved in a very, very long time, its Duralumin skin mostly swiss cheese from the elements and the ravages of time. He withdrew a monocle-style scope / rangefinder and peered thru it, watching with a sickening sense of normalcy as the Empire rolled in, ready to "ask nicely" of the locals.

He didn't waste time and unslung the long gun, charging the first bolt in his T-21 as Maur watched their six. "sonsabitches didn't wait long. From the looks of things they're gonna roll right thru this little 'burb. The locals will be lucky if half the population has a pot to piss in by nightfall, if the Empire has anything to say about it."

The town, which could have easily been several hundred years old, didn't look as though it could put up much of a fuss. "Big, strong soldiers. We give 'em somethin' to pick on... how 'but a little air support to distract, give us a path in... remind them that we're the target, not the civvies." Fel didn't exactly wait for Maur to give a reply... he knew such a move would be costly (and fruitless.) He activated his scrambled wrist comms, just as a ping from a friendly source pinpointed an entry point to a possible primary target location. "R2, this is Lead. Fire it up. Quick-quiet. One strafing run, coordinates follow. Light up as many of their vehicles as you can. Draw fire -- we approach from the SouthEast. Check your fire -- friendlies on the ground. Stay on station and await further. Out."

Wrench complied in a hurry, and acknowledged receipt of the coordinates sent from Fel's Rangefinder. He was essentially a part of the ship, having remained on the flight deck, in his astro-socket in the scarred freighter after Galdaart and Maur had departed. Powering up the old ship was a deceptively quick affair, and mere moments after the order came in, the Dar'Yaim was lifting off. Wrench found it did not tax his CPU to fly mere hairs above the rooftops, while angling the ventral shields fore and aft, and preparing a solution for multiple targets. All was a simple enough affair. Eighteen seconds later, the nose of the old freighter appeared over the top of the buildings surrounding the community's central square. Wrench took 1.9 seconds to sight three targets, and opened up with the combined fury of the Borstels & Quads at a meaty selection of targets, including the Titan, the Foxhound, and one of the Warthogs. It was a selection of ordnance that was easily capable of sundering a frigate, or laying waste to a series of snubbies. Not waiting around to see what havoc had been delivered, the R2 unit engaged full thrust, and rocketed over the square, thru the smoke and fire, on a Northern trajectory, keeping low, and +5 klicks, circled to head generally toward the locator their ally ( Adelle Bastiel ) had activated.

The first concussion from the explosion impacted the hover-sled just before the auditory report of the blaster fire. He spoke calmly, but in a slightly elevated volume to combat the sudden noise "let's go -- that's our diversion!" as he vaulted up and over his cover, toward the line of buildings that encircled the square, checking for targets...

Wulf Orlock Adelle Bastiel Kainan Wolfe Maur Loreena Arenais-Valhoun Vyra Silara ​

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

Post #5
Attn: Vyra Silara || Mythos || Saabossi || Carter Tymon || Galdaart || Maur || Adelle Bastiel || Open​

• 31st Ultranaut Regiment | Imperial expedition base camp | Verkuyl

The Sith Lord nodded to his fiancé, a brief smile on his face. Exiting the command tent, he led the way through the encampment at a brisk pace, up to the staging area where one of the teams was assembling, the team that had been assigned to the location indicated by Vyra. "<Prioritize resupplying this team over the others,>" he ordered, prompting one of the officers to salute and relay the Emperor's orders via the comms network.

He did not wait for a response, instead striding up to the lead Warthog and holding the armored door of the heavy vehicle open for his fiancé. The military vehicle was rugged and had a spacious interior, designed to allow soldiers in full gear to exit quickly, though it was not built for comfort. The seating provided was simple and functional, following the Imperial design philosophy of function over form.

A pair of simple racks for stowing away rifles and other equipment, bolted onto the backs of the front seats were all the additional furniture and the floor was covered in simple, corrugated metal plates intended to provide better footing, but about as good looking as one might expect, painted as they were, in a dull black which showed signs of wear.

Beneath the simple appearance, which falsely indicated a primitive design, lay advanced technology which gave the vehicle its famous reliability and the capability to maneuver at a surprisingly high speed for something as heavy, driven by a complex engine that was powerful, fuel efficient and easy to maintain at the same time.

A single KC-249 general purpose repeating blaster, mounted on a swivel on the vehicle's rooftop and accessible via a hatch above the seat of the front passenger, was the armored truck's only armament, fairly light, but more than sufficient for this expedition.

 

[Saabossi]

Objective: Command & Conquer
Post: 2

Saabossi's tail flicked at her rear, against the sides of the tower she was waiting at the top of, scoping out targets and anything else of interest with her rifle. There was nothing so far, at least that she could she. And the Fieldmarshall gave confirmation on her suspicions. Some blasters and older vehicles, primitive armory. Easy enough to take down. Saabossi kept right up in her perch, her tail curling around anything it could reach. If they came, they would meet a quick end, and she was excited by this thought.

Until she was given an order. With a hissing sigh, the snake-woman complied. "I sssshall arrive sssshortly" Saabossi replied through the communications. Cutting communications off after that, Saa slithered down the tower she had chosen for her perch for Assembly Area 6.

Taking her time of course, Saabossi crossed the ground. Staying quite low as well, while hissing to herself. Soon she would arrive to the place, moving through the village as she heard screams. Civilians....but that was not her mission. It was not her objective to take them on, but to fend off an uprising. Digging her claws into the side of a building in the village, she made her way up the side of the village building to the roof. Curling her tail close to her, trying to remain hidden, she put the rifle from cover to observe the area. "In possssition" Saabossi hissed into the comms to Fieldmarshall. "Anyone sssso much as moves in the ssshadowsss, I will end them."

Wulf Orlock Carter Tymon Taozi Fuyuan

 

[Wulf Orlock]

Post #6 (Tacitus alt)
Attn: Saabossi || Open​

"We know what you want," answered one of the village elders, hatred and anger burning in his eyes. "Your kind have been here before, Imperials like yourself, looking for what does not belong to them. You will never get your hands on anything inside that vault," the elder spoke, defiantly, much to the Fieldmarshall's displeasure. The Fieldmarshall shook his head, as if disappointment. Then, in one swift motion, drew his blaster pistol and shot the defiant elder in the head.

"Anyone else feeling more cooperative?" he shouted at the other prisoners, harshly. "No? Let's try this again," he said, turning to his soldiers and delivering a cruel order in a shockingly dispassionate matter. "<Round up all the younglings in the village,>" he instructed in High Nelvaanian, his tone cold and uncaring. It didn't take long for the soldiers to do as instructed.

The look on the elders' faces changed from defiant rage, to horror as the soldiers gathered up the village's youth and forced them to kneel in the dirt, blaster rifles pressed against their heads. The elders screamed in horror, they begged, they implored and tried to appeal to the Fieldmarshall's mercy, but there was none. Instead, the Fieldmarshall simply looked at them in disgust, before giving the horrible order. "<Execute ten percent of them.>"

A short volley of blaster fire was followed by the dull, meaty thuds of frail bodies falling to the ground. The villagers screamed, in horror and in fear. They had seen cruelty in their lives, both at the hands of the First Order and the Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium, but they had never been subjected to such a casual display of brutality. The Imperial powers which came before had arrested people, tortured people, even executed people, but none of them had ever stooped so low as to target their younglings. Not until the Eternal Empire came.

The Fieldmarshall turned back to the elders, who were regarding him with tear in their eyes. "Every act of defiance, every single lie, will cost you the lives of your young ones," he said. "To the Eternal Empire, you are less than nothing, less than animals, even. Just filthy, unwashed, illiterate savages living in the mud. Believe me, your existence here is only tolerated because the ammunition required to exterminate you, costs more than your lives. But, if you continue to defy us, if you do not obey the Empire's commands immediately and completely, that fact will change. So. Which one amongst you has the information we need?"