Dominion Rally Call | EE Dominion of Abbaji

[Frontier Tenacity]

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There has been a break in the Eternal Empire’s iron curtain.

On the rainforest world of Abbaji, in the middle of the night, someone has broken into the communications tower controlling the planet’s primary HoloNet Relay. This break-in--timed to occur during the shift change--is the act of a single individual, a young survivor of the Bakuran massacre. This individual, gifted with unexpected resources from a surprising source, has a very specific goal in mind: to install a powerful data spike in the tower’s primary control console.

Once in place, the spike moves quickly through the tower’s security systems, prioritizing their dismantling above all other directives. The tower’s staff have their security statuses revoked, then all the doors hard-locked, in seconds. By the time any of them realize something out of the ordinary has happened, they are in no position to even escape their rooms, much less fight the breach.

With no Imperial staff free to stop it, the spike then takes over the entire tower, using every resource at its disposal to disperse a single message throughout the sector. This message seems to be little more than an audio file of what sounds like a human woman, played on loop and paired with static images. What the woman is saying, however, is all but guaranteed to send shockwaves through every world the Empire has touched.

Attention. Attention. To all planets of the Unknown Regions. To all their residents, regardless of rank, station, or species. ​ Many of you may have seen Holonet reports of the planet known as Bakura joining an entity known as the Eternal Empire. These reports state casualties, the terms of the planetary surrender, the state of a new military oligarchy established on this formerly self-governed world. These reports may have given you some disquiet. Do not expect this message to soothe you. The truth is far worse. The reports state casualties. The reports fail to note that over 75 percent of those casualties were unarmed protestors. They also fail to report that a not-insignificant margin of these casualties consist of younglings. The reports state the terms of surrender. The reports neglect to state that those terms were reached with interim officials, as the Eternal Emperor ordered 96 percent of the government executed for not murdering their own citizens themselves. The reports state the existence of the ruling military body. The reports omit the fact that the slaughter on Bakura leading to this government were never intended to be a singular case. What happened to Bakura is what the Eternal Empire has planned for everyone. All of you. Every world it has the resources to take. To this, we give both a warning and a hope. The warning is this: If you set your sights small--your home, your world, your people--and only rise when they are threatened, you will fall. You will not be an exception, just as Bakura was no exception. This Empire is dedicated, and it is fierce, and it is deadly, and it will leave no quarter for you because to them you do not matter. By the time their fires reach you, they will have already destroyed all those who may have stood with you, if only you had stood with them. If you wait for a softer or gentler road to appear, for a negative peace, all that will happen is that you will die waiting. That is the warning. Here is the hope: You have been seen. You have been counted. And despite all appearances, your numbers eclipse anything you have been told. The free people of the Unknown Regions have more power than they know. All that is necessary for you to shake the yoke of the coming Empire is to stand up and reach out. There is another hand waiting here for you. Take it before it is too late.​ Attention. Attention. To all planets of the Unknown Regions...​

There has been a break in the Eternal Empire’s iron curtain. And through it...a ray of light might just be shining through....

The embers of a rebellion have been ignited. After the invasion and subsequent conquering of Bakura, unrest has begun to sweep through the planets of the Unknown Regions. Already rebel cells have formed and began to communicate with each other, in spite of the constant looming presence of the Imperials.In an effort to solidify a stable communications network, rebel slicers have managed to break into an Imperial HoloNet relay in the Abbaji system. On the planet itself, the assembled rebels hope to upload a virus to the relay, in order piggy back off of the Imperials relays for their own use.

Imperial intelligence has detected an intrusion in the Holonet relay of the Abbaji system, centered on the planet itself. At the moment, there is little explanation for how this intrusion occurred, but that does not matter. What does matter, is locating the source of it, and terminating it. A team of Imperial agents have been sent to Abbaji to carry out this task. Orders are to capture those responsible if possible, and if not, to eliminate them.

The rebels are not the only ones to have identified the potential hidden inside the message radiating out from the Abbaji system. The criminal syndicates of the Black Sun are well aware of the difficulty of co-opting Imperial communications, and the fact of its accomplishment has not escaped their notice. Any enterprising gangster who can learn the trick of hacking the Empire’s relays to their own ends without getting caught stands to make a fortune--and no gangster in the Unknown Regions ever says no to making a fortune. Allying with rebels, lying to Imperials, or simply killing everyone between themselves and the Abbaji relay... whatever it takes to get there and see how it was done.

Objective 4: 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
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Links:

• Abbaji

 

[Race Tolsen]

Location: The Golden Knight
Objective: Above
Tags: The Eternal Empire​

The bridge of the massive warship was utterly quiet. After all, this was the first time the ship had seen actual combat or what could substitute for it. It's commander, was nervously pacing the bridge in fear of what was to come. If the rebels had convinced enough planets to join them in "rebellion" then it was possible for them to launch an attack on any Eternal world and Race wouldn't allow it.

"Launch All Fighters, and begin scans of the planetary surface. Prepare troop transports for launch." he ordered, finally settling in his command chair. The ship was incredible, resembling the Peallon Class Star Destoyers of old, if the Peallon Class had so much power. The ships primary purpose was to coordinate. Due to the fact that coordination between a command ship and it's fleet was an amazing toll on on-board computers, it made sense for the warship to have advanced communication and sensor systems, thus allowing it to maintain constant communication with it's assigned fleet.

"Aye, Admiral. All Squadrons prepare for launch. Repeat, all squadrons prepare for launch" the officer mimicked. In an instant, 30 squadrons of fighters discouraged from the warship along with 5 Squadrons of troop transports. Similar Squadrons were being launched from other warships all with the same goal: Establish domanice.

"Open a channel" Race ordered. According to the Rebel transmission, that had attempted to make the worlds of the Unknown Regions believe they could surrvir the might of the Eternal war machine, and thus he had to convince them other wise.

"Channel Open, Admiral Tolsen" reported another officer. Race choose to stand again, this time using his hand to brush over his uniform in order to look as official as possible.

"Attention Citizens of the Unknown Regions, this is Admiral Race Tolsen of the Eternal Empire. Unlike what many would acclaim, the Empire exist for one singular purpose: To bring order to Chaos. Despite what the so-called Eclipse Rebellion would acclaim, we are not evil. We exist for the protection of those who cannot protect themselves. We exist to provide security for those who cannot secure themselves. We are the Eternal Empire. This is the Eternal Empire. And so, I ask: Who isn't humbled by those who risk their personal safety to protect people whom they don't know?! Rebellion is futile! Resistance is futile! Long live the Empire!"
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" Long Live The Empire!" The chant echosed throughout the halls of the Golden Knight, and Race knew that wasn't the end. It was only the beginning

 

[LE-03 (Leigh)]

"...Abbaji. Interesting choice."

The droid known as LE-03 moved easily through the corridors of an Imperial warship, scrolling through line after line of code with something like smug interest. The Imperial soldiers running past her, presumably to scramble the fighters into action, paid no attention to her past sidling past her bulk in their hurry to get where they were going. After all, LE-03 was a droid--an unusual model, to be sure, and one clearly not being used for its intended purpose, but even then only that. A single droid was nothing to be concerned about when Empire was suddenly faced with a crisis of security.

Of course, that kind of thinking--the kind of Imperial thinking that reduced the being known as Leigh to merely 'LE-03'--was what led to the crisis in the first place, was it not?

The data scrolling through Leigh's internal readout was separated into two windows for the sake of comparison. The first window--the external-facing content of the audio file now pulsing its way out of the Abbaji-relay--was not too wildly different from the base file she had created some time ago. All the same, the few changes that had been made were, she had to admit, quite elegant. Additional encryption on the deeper levels even she would need a direct interface to crack, hard-line dataspike compatibility, some tweaks to her viral replication protocol, even vocal modulators run on the audio itself...The Bakuran girl had either done her homework before the break-in, or already had a friend who knew exactly what to do with the base file Leigh had given her.

Fortunately, she had also been smart enough to leave the most important part of Leigh's little present intact. If even a single secondary access point made direct contact with the Abbaji relay while the file was running, there would be no way for the Empire to contain its spread through the Unknown Regions. The small, disconnected groups of malcontents who opposed the Empire would suddenly find themselves in possession of the greatest weapon in the history of war: the ability to communicate securely with each other.

Then, from there, the Bakuran girl would eventually be able to make use of her other gift...and all the months of lurking would be worth that.

But for now, Leigh's objective was pleasantly simple. While she still maintained her position as a mere droid, heading directly for the Abbaji relay to obtain a copy of the altered file was improbable at best. The more practical course of action was one she could do from here, in the belly of one of the Empire's own battlecruisers. If a little covert sabotage here and there ensured that even a single rebel made it in and out of the Abbaji relay alive, that would count as a complete success.

She shut down the code windows and pulled up ship schematics in her internal readout, highlighting the most effective route to a section of the cruiser two levels below the bridge It was time for LE-03 to go make a few...'repairs'...to one of the consoles in the security office.

|@Vidalu Na'an | Adelle Bastiel | Loreena Arenais-Valhoun | Race Tolsen (tentative) |​

 

[Mitth'rae'leios]

Location: Coming into Orbit over Abbaji
Tags: Kainan Wolfe Eternal Empire
Objective:

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A cry of rebellion to the people of the Unknown Region.

Or such was the call to the trained ear of a mind directed towards the keen instinct to decipher such things for their true nature. It was this very keen aptitude that had brought the call immediately to the attention of the Chiss. Or rather, to the attention of his comms technicians he'd personally overseen the education of for the unraveling of such intricacies. Intricacies that often held in their hands the fate of entire movements, peoples and planets; if one believed in such unfeasible dramatics.

What had immediately occurred to the Chiss as he continued to play the call over and over in his quarters was this: Whoever had hijacked the holonet of the planet Abbaji, whether they be an expert hacker or a skilled infiltrator, did not possess the power nor numbers to uphold their promise on their own. Rather he believed that such a call was the work of an individual or an enterprise in search of a much more vast coalition; one capable of amassing to equate to the numbers of those that would come to oppose them.

And come to oppose them was the action the Eternal Empire had chosen. Or, rather, some form of the notion seen fit by the Emperor himself.

It had not been long since their departure from the core of the Imperial territory that the Chiss began to make headway in his interpretation of the message. They did not know who they were calling out to, nor who they would be hoping to receive should their message prove a success, but rather they were serving to justify the very desperation of their own cry for, as primitive of a notion as it always was, rebellion. They likely knew the risks, understood the chance that they would be cornered, and were more than likely prepared for reprisal.

Nor did he believe that the people were the only ones to hear such a call. None as keen as he was without considering the possibility of a third party.

When the Legacy dropped free of hyperspace into a position just outside of the planets orbit the Chiss gave a set of commands that the crew immediately began to act upon. The first an attempt to jam any communications not associated directly with the comms of the Empire and their own with the added security of a specialized encryption. The second was to switch power from the hyperdrive and secondary engines to the gravity wells strewn about the bottom of the ship, to prevent any attempts to take them by surprise or flee from the planet.

It was the third, however, that came to as much of a surprise to the crew as it would to the innocent people on the planet: The preparation of a reasonable, but isolated, incursion by his Trandoshan mercenaries for delivery to a location he had selected personally. It was not the capital, as he deduced that the enemy would likely not have created their avenue of their cry from such an obvious location, but rather a number of locations around the capital that held any kind of potential for telegraphed transmission.

Taking up a position atop the bridge, peering down towards the planet with a look of inquisitive detachment, he took a few moments as the plans he'd set in motion began to unfold to fully realize them in his head before their fruition.

Should the jamming fail, there was still the option to completely jam external communications at the cost of forces upon the planet being stranded. A necessary sacrifice.

Should the gravity wells merely act as a deterrent to arriving rebel or anti-imperial craft or merely serve as an ignition for a much larger flame he had ordered the rest of his fleet to drop into orbit and assist outside of the interdiction zone. Another necessary application of relegated force.

Finally, should the efforts of his mercenaries fail to serve their purpose in eliminating or subduing the planetary threat there was always the option of bombarding a pinpointed location of the origin signal.

War was a game of risk and tactical precision. Without the proper use of sacrifice, in the case of a pawn taking the place of the queen, one often found themselves with a excess of useless resources and a lack of power. Trivial in the eyes of the uneducated or practiced in the manner of tactical prowess but insurmountable in the eyes of an individual such as himself. If this first test of precision and risk was to turn in his favor, and as such the Empire itself, he had to make the necessary sacrifices by risking any assets or obstacles necessary.

"Captain," the Chiss breathed as he tilted his gaze towards the man standing below him on the deck below. From his perch he could see the furious scramble of the crew, the tireless engine that was the men he strove hard to lead to a prosperous position of dominion. It was only when the captain turned his gaze to look up at him that he continued. "Continue with your measures to jam the planets outgoing communication; particularly the signals carrying that holonet transmission. However, do not jam it to the extent that we cannot trace it's origin ourselves. I want to know where, and who, is behind that signal.

However, I want you to slow the activation of the interdiction to activate upon the arrival of all known Imperial personal who will be intervening in this delicate situation. We would not want to strand any of our friends into a floating death upon this ship or the planet before us. We want to make a good impression upon the Emperor and his cabinet," he continued, his breathing even and calm in a manner that the captain visibly could not understand. The captain nodded, rushing off as quickly as he'd registered the orders and disappeared behind a set of consoles just out of site. "This proves to be a fascinating and otherwise undeniably potent test for everyone involved. Including us."

As he trailed off, his arms clasped behind his back with his posture unwavering, Thrael once again returned to his calculating gaze upon the planet before them. Visibly calm and unprepared for the storm that would soon be brought upon it. While the gundark nest had been stirred, it was equally so that a next of another kind had likely been stirred as well. In time they would all become aware of the repercussions of the actions of this day.

Until then, however, one was left merely to stand, watch and act accordingly.

And act accordingly he already had.

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Objective: 1

"It worked!" Lori beamed from inside the communication tower.

Her co-pilot and bodyguard Arla stood with her. Despite looking human she was anything but. She was an assassin droid disguised as a human. Her bio tech was advanced enough to fool scanners. Arla's fingers flew over the keyboard in an unnatural pace while she was hardwired into the communications system via some wires that protruded from an opening in her scalp. "Don't count your porgs before they've hatched Captain. This is just step one. The tower's projected relay output isn't strong enough. On purpose. The others will need to find their way here and get a hard copy for themselves. Once they spread it and the Empire tries to stop it, we'll have exactly what we need."

Lori knew exactly what that meant. The two spoke about it in length before their arrival. They could create their own communications network that the Eternal Empire could take months to slice. But that's if they even knew about it to begin with. Through that network they could sabotage other efforts of the Empire to take over the region. "Well keep at it. Someone has to hear it and come and find us. And if not, well...we'll just have to try to do it our--"

"Captain! Arla was quick to interrupt as another message was coming in. One from Race Tolsen . She put it on the control room's speakers. Both were silent as they listened to it. "Our time is short."

Lori clenched her jaw and her fists. The Empire were onto them already. How could they know so quickly? She knew now that going forward the Empire couldn't be underestimated. "I'll go downstairs and keep an eye out. Just keep working. Just yell if anything changes."

"Understood Captain."

With a quick nod of her head, Lori exited the control room and bounded down the steps to the ground floor. All the security personnel were taken care of with the building's lockdown. But there was one door unlocked, all thanks to Arla. Lori made her way to it and stood watch and waited, her hand resting on the blaster pistol holstered on her hip. At least their ship Jaster's Sparrow wasn't too far off. One small comfort in a sea of uncertainty.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: BYOO Create the Temple of Gehena
Location: Deep in the rainforest

Normally it would be a burn down, it would be total and complete demolition of the surrounding rainforests and trees untill he arrived where he wanted to. The location desired was a grove of trees unique to this planet and desired across the galaxy. These trees were so rare and valuable to collectors that a single one could pay for the construction of a star destroyer.

Mythos lead an expedition deep into the rainforest, axe in hand and Commenori Marinos at his back. This was more training in jungles and forests, even more experience in this terrain to an already specialized unit.

"Forward, three hundred meters and we shall reach the great waterfalls. After that its one day's trek to the grove of the fire trees... or whatever it's called" The Sith Lord said to the commanding officer.

So far everything was easy, a regular and uneventful trek through miles of dense rainforest with the unusual creature here or there. Mythos swung his mighty axe and cut a path through like if it was a machete. Suddenly something happened...

Mythos cut through some vines and his boot hit the edge of a massive pitfall over a colossal hundred meter tall waterfall.

"We made it gents..."​

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

Post #1
Attn: Race Tolsen || Mitth'rae'leios || LE-03 (Leigh) || Loreena Arenais-Valhoun || Mythos || Corran Conner || Lorelai Ventira || Lord Malleus || Open

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• Aboard U-177 | Fenris-class Subspace Cruiser (Type A) | Above Abbaji​

"<Phase shifting array online,>" reported one of the bridge officers as the swirling mass of light around them turned from blue to red, the ship slowing down from its regular faster-than-light to the sublight speed that gave the Fenris cruisers their unusual capabilities. "<U-110, U-274, U-322 and U-416 reporting in,>" another officer announced. "<Subspace Cruiser Attack Group standing by and awaiting orders.>"

"<Have U-416 and U-322 deploy immediately to a secure position and cloak,>" Tacitus ordered in the same High Nelvaanian that his officers spoke, the official language of his Empire. "<I want an interdiction field up immediately and U-416 is to begin jamming all frequencies except for secured military channels,>" the Emperor commanded. Whoever these rebels were, they were in for a nasty little surprise. "<Assemble strike team for combat drop.>"

Already geared up in his armor, helmet held in one hand and looking menacing in the dim light of the cruiser's bridge, the Sith Lord opened up a final channel to the assembled Imperial warships in the system. "<Admiral Tolsen, this is Tacitus. Grand Admiral Bayne's 7th Armada is on its way to the system, until then you are in command of all Imperial naval assets present above Abbaji,>" he instructed. "<Maintain the blockade around the planet and make sure no rebels escape. And have fighters ready to provide air support if needed.>"

"<Admiral Thrael, your forces are to scour the system for any and all rebel ships and extend the electronic jamming and the interdiction to the entire system. I want this system locked down immediately, no rebels are to escape the planet, all ships lacking an Imperial IFF transponder are to be boarded and their crews detained for interrogation.>"

With his orders delivered, he cut the transmission just as the subspace cruisers emerged from hyperspace, leaving fading echoes of red light in their wake which made the warships look like they were sailing on water for a few brief seconds. "<Cloaking system engaged,>" reported an officer as the warships disappeared from sensors and moved to position themselves at their assigned coordinates.

"<Dropship and escorts ready for deployment, my lord,>" announced the officer responsible with air traffic control. "<Very well,>" Tacitus answered. "<Have the strike team wait for me in the hangar,>" he said as he turned around and made his way towards the turbolift. Soon, the rebels would find themselves confronted by the Empire's finest soldiers. And by the Sith Lord himself.

 

[Viktor Goetz]

Post 1​

Attn: Open
Equipment: x1 Sk-UL Mk3.3 Shadow Armor, x1 KC-M74S Designated Marksman Rifle, x4 Lucius-pattern Bayonet
Attachment: x1 Dropship

Baron Viktor Goetz was leaning against a standard-issue Eternal Empire dropship in the Irugian Rain Forest of Abbaji. Specifically, he was collecting seeds of Firethorn trees in the small, singular grove within the forest. While miniature versions that were carefully pruned over decades were popular among the wealthiest elite, Baron Goetz aimed to raze the grove to the ground, as soon as he collected enough wood for his own purposes. All the saplings were already harvested and loaded in the Dropship, and he awaited a larger carrier with a team of combat engineers to arrive to cut the rest down.

This was the purpose he wrote to his commanding officers and to Strategic Command, however, the Baron had other plans in mind. He had also been briefed on the intrusion in the Holonet relay in the Abbaji system, and he was interested in seeing who was behind the slicing breach. Slicers of that caliber were rare in the galaxy, and they were the best sort of friends Viktor could have for the political intrigue of the courts and assemblies of the Eternal Empire.

Turning back to the Firethorn trees, he clicked his tongue in sadness in having to destroy the one unique artifact of the Abbaji planet and system, but the Eternal Empire needed no symbols other than the trigonal mark of imperial rule. The trees, seeds, and wood would become a hot, rarer commodity after razing this grove, so at least his richer pockets would extinguish any guilt or sorrow he would have for destroying such a natural relic.

Behind him, a group of combat engineers were working diligently to setting up a sliced Holonet relay, which would be obscured from Imperial survey and enable the rebels to communicate with one another. The relay needed to be sliced by the rebels themselves, which would allow Viktor to identify them or at least, their rough geolocations, however, it would provide a temporary relay to coordinate with all rebel cells in the Abbaji system and any new coconspirators.

Looking at the Firethorn grove once again, he hoped that the rebels would be smart enough to utilize this hidden asset, and if they didn't, it would just be a waste of sacrificing this priceless grove and more importantly, his time.

 

[Corran Conner]

Post #1​

Corran was silently quite annoyed with this message as it came in on his datapad while he was sitting in a Blackwatch Facility on Bakura. He was on station with his companion Oscar in case the new government decided to work against their new rulers or the Emperor. So far it had been quite boring if he was being honest sometimes the army did to good a job scaring people into submission. He had been drinking a nice caf when the message from one of the empires towers came across his datapad that was very clearly some kind of rebels who had managed to hack the system. As if that wasn't bad enough it was breaking an encryption he had designed himself. He turned to Oscar who was cleaning his weapons pulling apart all his guns and checking the interiors for any complications.

However he was also watching Corran and spoke before Corran could say anything. "New job?" He asked still looking over the components. " Yes but also this one is gonna be a personal one." Oscar stood what he was doing and looked up at Corran when he said that looking at him inquisitively. "Personal?" Corran would nod "Someone not only hack one of the EE's broadcast channels but they also managed to break my encryption protocols, something that shouldn't be able to be done without the encryption key." Oscar then looked confused before quickly putting his gun back together. "So capture or kill if too big a hassle then." Corran nodded "Kill more likely but that is the order from the top. Come on lets grab a shuttle."

They both got up leaving the Facility boarding a shuttle which then took them to the Emperor's ship with the blackwatch's clearance codes to land easily. Once they were on board they soon heard of a strike team going to the surface with the Emperor and added themselves as an attache. The Strike force's commander was more than happy to have some blackwatch operatives with them because it meant he would have a hell of an easier day than saying no to their assistance.

Tags: Kainan Wolfe l Mitth'rae'leios l Race Tolsen

 

[Cero Pax]

ATTACHMENT: 15x Immortal Corsair Pirate Mercenaries
"I hope you know what you're doing, Captain." Overhead Imperial starfighters performed a brief flyover of the area, while in the distance, Imperial cruisers lay waiting in high orbit. On the ground, a small group of figures, about fifteen in total, moved through a forested area, the canopy providing a natural cover for trek. "The local HoloNet is going blind. Imps put up some kind of interference field. Nothing on or off world, unless you got the right frequency codes." Dag pushed the leaves of a large fern out of his way as he continued to move forward, sparing a glance back at his protege, Harlow. "Relax kid, that's why we're here." He held his hand up, pausing the group, and looked to his other partner for this little trip, Fen Twilight. "Fen, how're we looking?"

She glanced down at HoloLink, checking it's local GPS signal. "On the right track. About 500 meters straight and we'll reach the grove." "Grove?" One of the group members suddenly blurted out. "I thought we was here for a relay?" A grin overtook Dag's face as he turned on his heel to face the group, composed of hand-picked members of the Corsairs' crew. "Do you know what planet we're on right now?" The man paused for a moment, before answering. "Aba-something, right? Just some outpost, right?" He shrugged. "You're not wrong, exactly. Abbaji is like a billion other worlds out there, save for one simple fact. It's the one place in the universe where firethorn trees grow." Save for Harlow and Fen, the rest looked confused. "Firethorns are literal money trees. The wealthy spend trillions on just getting a sapling, a single seed. The original world they came from has been lost for eons, but thanks in no small part to our man Harlow here-", he wrapped his arm around him, pulling the kid in for brief, though tight, hug, "-we found it. Just so happens it coincides with this relay business."

He began walking again. "We get some cuttings, seeds if we're lucky, and get out. If we have time we'll slice into the relay, see what we can get out of it. If not, we lay low, let things play out. Then hop back in our shuttles and get back to the Porg." The group continued walking for a few minutes, every so often pausing at the passing of starfighters. "Might be able to kill two birds with one stone, Captain." He looked back at Harlow, a questioning look on his face. "I'm picking up a relay nearby, a physical one too." "That's... shit. Harlow! Take us to it." They'd make a mad rush towards the relay, coming up on the Combat Engineers and Viktor Goetz milling about it and the grove.

The Corsair group would raise their weapons immediately, Dag and Fen stepping to the lead of the group. "Wow. I didn't know the Empire did HoloNet installation. Can we schedule an appointment or you guys do walk-ins too?"

 

[Adelle Bastiel]

Adelle approached the comms tower briskly, careful of any surveillance cameras placed outside. The last thing she needed was a solid image of her, regardless of the cloak and mask she wore. Everything had to be traceless. If anything could be traced back to Leigh, she'd never forgive herself. So far, their risks had paid off. No sign of resistance at the tower, which meant the slicer had done their job well. She paused at the entrance, hand hovering over the control panel. Another presence waited on the other side, alert and tense. Adelle probed the presence, searching for that Imperial loyalty, the strict sense of duty, and pride. She found none of those qualities but she did feel the other's Force sensitivity. Raw, untrained, instinctual. Taking a breath, she released the suppression she kept on her own Force presence, allowing the other to feel and know she was there. Adelle keyed the door open and faced the young woman she found inside.

So this was the mysterious slicer. Young, but bold and skilled enough to make this gambit work. Adelle nodded at the door.

"Get your engines warmed up," she said, the mask distorting the sound of her voice. "They are coming."



Loreena Arenais-Valhoun

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Objective: 1

Lori felt the presence of another. It was almost as though the Force called out to her and was giving her a head's up. And from what she could tell, they weren't hostile.

The door opened then, though her hand still went to her blaster at the sight of Adelle Bastiel . "What do you--" Lori stopped talking the moment that she got the warning. There was no more time to hesitate. "Arla, we gotta go!"

But Arla seemed to nearly be a step ahead of her. She was already running down the steps. "They've blocked communications, Captain! We'll have to finish it the old--" She drew her blaster at Adelle, but Lori was quick to get in the way.

"Don't we've gotta run and get back to the Sparrow."

Arla lowered her blaster and nodded in acknowledgement before stepping towards the door. "Follow me then, Captain. And stay close." She exited the building, her eyes scanning the area for hostiles before moving to the next available cover.

Lori beckoned Adelle to follow. "We're going to need some way to get past their ships. If this is anything like Bakura, then they'll have blocked the system." She only hoped that they didn't deploy gravity wells. But she had help from an unlikely source. So no doubt something was thought of ahead of time.

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

Post #2
Attn: Race Tolsen || Mitth'rae'leios || LE-03 (Leigh) || Loreena Arenais-Valhoun || Mythos || Corran Conner || Lorelai Ventira || Lord Malleus || Cero Pax || Adelle Bastiel || Open​

• Abbaji, Unknown Regions

The dropships slammed into the atmosphere in typical Imperial fashion, lifting their noses up perpendicular to the planet in order to position themselves so as to create as much drag as possible. Painting the sky in angry, red streaks, the Imperial vessels executed an extraordinarily difficult, high-G maneuver known as a combat drop, decelerating from hypersonic to subsonic speed in a matter of seconds, bringing their trajectory down so as to descend almost vertically on top of the structure below.

As they decelerated, several triangular shapes plummeted past them, I-4V dive bombers targeting the relay's anti-air defenses with high precision air strikes, Jericho sirens wailing their terrible, haunting songs as they cut a path across the sky, dropping ion bombs on top of the relay's air defense towers to take them out and clear a path for the incoming dropships, which dispersed chaff and smokescreens to make it harder for those towers that were still active to target them.

Within minutes, the blocky, rugged dropships descended upon the base in a three-pronged assault, two vessels landing at the entrance of the facility, while one assaulted the base's hangar and a fourth hovered above the rooftop, blast doors sliding open and releasing ropes upon which Tacitus, along with his Ultranauts and Combat Engineers rappelled down towards the ceiling, the latter swiftly deploying breaching charges to create entry points. Similar scenes unfolded at the entrance and in the hangar, the assault teams breaching into the facility using explosives and linking up with Imperial personnel already within.

This initial part was easy, however the facility had been designed to resist such an assault. There would be other blast doors past the first ones, much more durable and capable of withstanding explosive charges and even lightsabers, due to their sheer thickness. However, this would not stop the Imperials, who knew their way inside and out and had designed every system within the facility. On Tacitus' orders, the Combat Engineers swiftly popped open a few pannels and, clipping and repurposing some wiring, patched their own equipment into the base's security system, uploading programs into the facility's network that began to slice into its security features layer by layer. Soon, the Imperials would be through. And they would subject the rebels to a horrible fate, should they accomplish their objective to capture them.

 

[Kalic Daws]

Kalic had been late to the party, held up by some stupid engine issues. That last fight did a number on her before, but Kalic had to move. The Starcrest shot through the air, her twin ion and ion-jet engines whining and roaring as she flew towards the comms tower. Kalic looked, seeing the dive bombers coming in. He wouldn't let them get too far.

"Jee! Prep the turret. We're hitting them with everything we got!" The astromech whistled, and the turret turned forward. The heavily modified Y-Wing quickly darted towards the dive bombers, her TIEs screaming louder than the Jericho Horns the bombers possessed. The cannons opened up, the turret and main weapons each targeting a different bomber. After this first pass, Kalic pulled the fighter around, taking aim again. He was going to protect his friends, no matter what.

Kainan Wolfe Loreena Arenais-Valhoun Adelle Bastiel Cero Pax Corran Conner Viktor Goetz Mythos Mitth'rae'leios LE-03 (Leigh) Race Tolsen

 

[Vyra Silara]

As he trailed off, his arms clasped behind his back with his posture unwavering, Thrael once again returned to his calculating gaze upon the planet before them. Visibly calm and unprepared for the storm that would soon be brought upon it. While the gundark nest had been stirred, it was equally so that a next of another kind had likely been stirred as well. In time they would all become aware of the repercussions of the actions of this day.

Until then, however, one was left merely to stand, watch and act accordingly.

And act accordingly he already had.

| Location |
Space - Aboard The Legacy with Mitth'rae'leios and Vidalu Na'an

​

For the third time since they’d arrived on the scene, Vyra Silara played the rally call on her datapad, staring pensively out the viewport in Admiral Thrael’s office just a few levels below the bridge.

Her presence on The Legacy had many purposes, only one of which she’d shared with the Chiss and her constant guard and companion, Vidalu Na’an. Establishing a good rapport with their allies was of the highest concern, and a chance to observe the coming events alongside the brilliant mastermind currently on the bridge was a rare opportunity indeed. Given her station (or, well, her pending station), a request to come aboard would never have been denied, and he’d accepted immediately, as expected.

She sat regally in one of the chairs near the large viewing port, back straight despite the comfortable slope of the seat, angles crossed demurely, the picture of poise. But her fingertips were white as they gripped her datapad against the words of warning, of hope, issuing forth from Abbaji. Inside, her soul sank far behind her rib-cage, cowering, wreathing to get away from the truth spilling forth from the speakers, drowning her heart in a cold, dull despair.

In her mind, the constant background noise of her own voice grew thinner, reminding her over and over again that she’d done the right thing, that she’d saved billions of people from the crushing heel of the Eternal Empire, that her own sacrifice meant freedom for her people, however delicate and tenuous it was.

‘Happiness is the one thing real leaders do not get to have.’ Her mentors words had sounded so sad, so certain. ‘You don’t get to keep your soul, Vyra. Look at your people. It’s theirs now. You don’t matter. They do.’

She’d thought her jaded, pessimistic, wildly mistaken, the unacceptable views of a queen who’d failed too many times.

Now… Vyra understood.

She blinked, stirring under her heavy thoughts. “And what do you make of..all of this?” the politician inquired as the message ended, turning to Na’an with interest in her voice but fatigue in her eyes.

 

[Vidalu Na'an]

Na'an stood behind Vyra's makeshift throne only half-present. From the moment the message had first played itself out loud from the bridge of the Legacy, her mind had been split in so many amazing, dizzying directions.

She knew. She knew. The voice was different, but the word choice--the precision and focus of language--the subtle poetry of desperation, masked five layers deep in numbers and figures and poof and undeniable fact--she knew it as intimately as she knew her own thoughts. Leigh had been so quiet, almost wordless, especially after those first few months. Since Adelle had returned from the campaign party, in fact. It had gotten even worse after Bakura--her partner had refused to tell her what had happened with the refugees at all, and Na'an had assumed the worst. Since then, the droid had taken to odd jobs around the Kalidan complex, repairs and maintenance and other tasks only assigned to mindless drones, assuming the low profile they'd agreed on from day one. Hells, even now she was stationed aboard The Golden Knight as an engineering droid, rather than insisting on keeping herself close to Na'an and Vyra the way a smarter machine would.

And yet, somehow...without anyone noticing...that wonderful, brilliant, inexplicable creature had found a way to drop a bomb of resistance on the entire gorram Empire.

It was beautiful. It was terrifying. It sent Na'an's brain spinning just trying to wrap her mind around it.

How had Leigh managed to cover her tracks so well? How had she maneuvered this into place without having to actually be there to plant the spike? Has she found help on Kalidan somehow? Was this what she'd done with all that dragon-hunting money? Was Adelle helping? How many of the rebels now spiraling planetward did they already somehow know? Was she safe? Was she safe? Was she safe?

And what would Leigh want Na'an to do with this?

There was so little way of knowing without asking her, and asking her was impossible. Even getting down to Abbaji herself was out of the question, with Vyra clinging so closely to her, no matter how much she wanted to fling herself into the nearest fighter and make her way towards the beacon of hope pulsing its way through the Net. Gods, she wanted that so much--to shed the pretense and the pressure, out from under the Emperor's eye--to finally do the right thing without fear of him and his kind--to scream like a wild animal against all the death and all the horror--to be free, free, free--

But no. Leigh was still on The Golden Knight. Adelle was...gods knew where. And Vyra was looking at her. Na'an had to, for now, only find the right thing to say until she could find them. She forced herself to unbite her lip, dug the nails of one hand into the wrist of the other so hard the flesh turned white, and prayed that the feeling blazing inside her was somehow not showing in her eye. "I think," she said carefully, "that such a thing is always inevitable in campaigns like this one. People see events like the Bakuran massacre and...react."

Vyra Silara | Mitth'rae'leios​

 

[Mythos]

It was a Rain of durasteel and men, once Mythos found the location he was looking for he sent out coordinates to his merchant fleet and the Clifford Freighters descended. They were the backbone of his construction efforts, the blocks that built the many structures he designed and created. This was different, he hadn't created a temple since the Ancient Eye and hadent made one like this since Oberdaan.

Limestone from Ankhypt, metals from Nathema and the schematics from the oversight shipyard. This temple would dwarf all others, from the Gold Mines of Angramar Mythos brought forth so much gold the sun was becoming a problem. His expedition had been a success and the natives were more than happy to work alongside the expedition for the promise of gainful and permanent employment, especially at the rates Mythos offered.

There would be huts, apartments, one luxury hotel but the grand spectacle was the Temple of Gehena. Mythos stood in the middle of the construction site and looked over the schematics and blueprints with a fine tooth comb. Every yard was to be put to generate income unless it was designated for the Temple, this one dedicated to the worship of The Sith Lord.

It used the waterfalls as pools, the natural springs as fountains and the legendary trees as shade and canopies for the parishioners. It would take months but the Temple would be done, the rich and the elite could come enjoy their stay beside the Un-Holy site for a price, as soon as they were done the properties would be on sale for rent or purchase for millions of credits each.​

 

[Shavara]

Objective 1.
Location: To Abbaji

She had recently heard of the new change in government. Not that they had lost theirs, but that a new one was going to be over them. It hurt really, the thought that Vran'Ti was no longer independent and was being controlled by some outsider government. Thinking they were better than them. She'd headed to the Capital not long after, getting her hands on a distance holo-web device. It wasn't terrible hard it was just a matter of doing it discreetly for now. She took it because she wanted to learn more about the type of situation they were in. She kept to herself, trying to look things up, trying to research. It was more by accident than anything else that she heard the news. She only got bits and pieces of it, but the independent individual she got the device was probably was a good choice, as it didn't seem it had been wiped of the information yet. She hoped that he didn't realize what he'd given her access too. It seemed to be coming from Abbaji. Her eyes narrowed and her heart began to drop as she read it. As what she assumed the fate of her own planet was, turned out to be ever so much so much of an under-expectation compared to this.

It was terror. It was obliteration. This wasn't the opposite of chaos, but nor did it feel close to it. It was an authority, but one of evil. Her breathing quickened and she turned her back on the device biting her lip in thought. "Stay calm. Stay calm." She tried to order herself, "How am I supposed to be calm? We've been sold out? No no, shut up. They must just...be trying to appear to have sold us out. But I can't test that. No I have to see what has happened. If this is true, then I can't stand by. I can do something right? I'm a Vo Ni, I can handle this." She breathed in and out again.

"I have to do something." She went over what she was given, again, again, again. She had to know every detail. And then she left, heading outside. Focusing with her mind on her mother, seeking her out until she felt her, "I'm going to Abbaji. I want to take a look at something interesting, I think I can make good use of it. If it works out, I think a lot of good can really be done with it."

She felt a response in return, positive but questioning. Maybe even concerned, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Getting a ship probably took over an hour. Even though she was technically a Vo Ni, she didn't actually have as high a position because she was still very much learning it all. Eventually she managed to find a ship to tag along, convincing them to bring her with them to the planet. She breathed in as she watched the doors shut behind her. This was the first time she'd leave Vran'Ti. She was worried, but she had to do something about this.

 

[Vyra Silara]

Na'an stood behind Vyra's makeshift throne only half-present. From the moment the message had first played itself out loud from the bridge of the Legacy, her mind had been split in so many amazing, dizzying directions.

She forced herself to unbite her lip, dug the nails of one hand into the wrist of the other so hard the flesh turned white, and prayed that the feeling blazing inside her was somehow not showing in her eye. "I think," she said carefully, "that such a thing is always inevitable in campaigns like this one. People see events like the Bakuran massacre and...react."

|| Location ||
| Aboard The Legacy with Mitth'rae'leios and Vidalu Na'an |​

“Yes… yes they do react.” Even without looking at Na’an, Vyra got the sense there was so much more behind those words than she allowed herself to express. No, she KNEW there was more. Her friend had been vocal from the start on…well, everything. But she was glad Na’an was exercising caution here. She’d spoken with her friend long before they’d boarded, cautioning her to mind her words no matter the room they were in, for surely they would be heard even when they thought they were alone. Handing the Chiss mastermind MORE to use against her and her friends simply wouldn’t do.

And yet, Vyra ached to press her luck on the matter. How cruel it was that every time she and Na’an found themselves together with time to spare, they couldn’t speak plainly. She thought of the personal jammer in her briefcase, but knew she couldn’t risk using it right now. If her intent was to build trust and solidify a relationship with Thrael and his staff, deploying a scrambler in his office to cover their words would be counterproductive. He’d know, and the games would begin once more.

So, the queen resigned herself to careful wording and pretense. For now, at least.

She rose from the chair, hands folded in front of her as she paced a bit in front of the viewport. “The Bakura operation was…flawed, the execution far too aggressive,” she began cautiously, her tone cool and business-like, though Na’an could surely see the opposite on her face. “I understand this uprisings driving motive, I do. We did reach out first to pursue a more diplomatic route, but diplomacy is NOT the Empire’s strength. I’ve been working to change that, but it does take time. …Everything takes time.”

 

[Fulcrum]

// OPA DOSSIER //
// COVER: HELOS GAUNT, BLACKWATCH AGENT //
// ASSIGNMENT: ETERNAL EMPIRE SECRET POLICE //
// ORION CODENAME: DEACON //

​

Gaunt felt the unfamiliar weight of an Imperial issue S3A blaster rifle gripped tightly in his gauntlets. Were it not for his tactical visor's baffling tech the roar of exposed dropship engines would have drowned out all other sound and sensation. Despite his strange surroundings it was important that he behaved as if he knew exactly what he was doing. The others needed to see a man who had spent his entire life training for this moment, just like it said in his doctored service history.

Helos Gaunt wasn't a Blackwatch Agent. He wasn't even Helos Gaunt at all. His name was Desmond Darksword and he was an Alliance mole.

He nodded one last time at Sinestra before disembarking the gunship and storming into a hangar already filled with las fire along with his fellow loyal Imperial servants. Deacon didn't trust Falkrowe, a few years ago the ex-FOSB operative would have gladly vibroknifed him in a quiet alley and left him to bleed out on some outer rim backwater. Now they were both ORION and supposed to watch each other's back.

"Remember the mission," his artificially distorted voice snarled at Falkrowe. An innocuous enough remark from one trooper to another.

But their objective was not the same as the Eternal Empire's. They were here to monitor Imperial command activities, assess the strength of this so called Eclipse Rebellion, and see if anything could be salvaged of their codebreaking project for ORION's purposes. Observe and report. Deacon had never been too great at either.

Opposing: Kainan Wolfe , Corran Conner , et al.