[Rebellion] Have Fun Storming the Castle! | AoC's Rebellion of ORC's Zonju V

[Paragon of Virtue]

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Few knew exactly how it had begun. Barthemos, the cyborg king of Zonju V, the planet often referred to as Budget Tatooine, had begun to change. It was subtle at first, the changes going almost entirely undetected. And yet, piece by piece, decision by decision, it became clear that something was amiss; the king who had up until recently handwaviumed various factions that had come to petition to him, now appeared to be more sympathetic. He was no longer content to simply exist as the ruler of the sand swooped planet.

As time went on, the king became, for lack of a better term, quite mad. Believing that his rivals plot against him, Barthemos has ‘disappeared’ many outspoken critics with his new secret police. Debtors and petty criminals are handed over to the reopened fighting pits. Now word has reached Underground agents that the king seeks to purchase many ships and weapons to ‘enforce’ Zonju V’s sovereignty throughout the sector. It soon became apparent that Zonju, as it had been under Coalition protection up until now, would no longer be able to continue as it were. Plans were made, none of which were finalized or decided upon to put into play, but the silence surrounding them did not remain as quiet as the Underground hoped for. Rumors of their aim to confront and possibly even demand the King’s abdication spread to a certain group in the Unknown Regions that did not like what they heard.

Battle thirsty, armed, and ready to kick all the chewing gum they could find, the Agents of Chaos descended from the inky darkness that was their place in the Unknown Regions, and landed upon the surface of Zonju. Not wasting any time, a large group of them made their way to the palace to inform him of what plans had been made against him, and the mad king in response ordered a complete lockdown, refusing to open the doors until the last of the Coalition's people had been removed from the planet.

The Outer Rim Coalition and the Agents of Chaos are now locked in battle, and the victors will have words to decree upon the faith of Zonju V. The only question is… Where do you stand?

The battle for Zonju will take place on several fronts:

Though the mad king has ordered all entrances locked, there are still more ways to get into the castle, not to mention that several of the Coalitioners were inside when the lockdown went into effect. Finding themselves under the same roof as many of the Agents of Chaos, it's going down.

But the castle is not the only place where battle will happen. The streets of Zoronhed are full as well, with civilians, Coalitioners, and Agents, all being about. Will slaughter happen? Will diners go kaboom? Only one way to find out.

When it comes to potential tyrants ORC doesn’t mess around, which is why the Judge’s Darr Itah flagship has jumped into the system and is now approaching Zonju V orbit. The Verdict is loaded with Coalition reinforcements, but a daring Agents strike on the hangars is intent on disrupting their ability to deploy in force and possibly even causing some lasting damage.

Maybe you were just out for a mid-afternoon stroll? Maybe you wanted to attend a swooprace? Maybe your local swoopdealer lives somewhere around these parts and is caught in the wrong place at the wrong time? This is your classic BYOO, where people of both factions may wander around and do almost anything they'd like.

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Spoiler: Agents of Chaos tag list

[member="Aoife Ironborne"]
[member="Alex Tanis"]
[member="Alwine Lechner"]
[member="Angelo Cavataio"]
[member="A'Runda"]
[member="Børre Drage"]
[member="Bacu Topol"]
[member="Bedrovelse Hevn"]
[member="Celestine deWinter"]
[member="Celiana"]
[member="Custani Valcho"]
[member="Darren Shaw"]
[member="Darth Kentarch"]
[member="Darth Tacitus"]
[member="Deviant Val"]
[member="Elias Logain"]
[member="Eternal Cyan"]
[member="Hanna"]
[member="Ingrid L'lerim"]
[member="James Cerensp "]
[member="Jaranamo Sal"]
[member="Jin"]
[member="Kamyrin Gyvolis"]
[member="Karlie Lynn Destat"]
[member="Karma Jayne"]
[member="Katerina Vaden"]
[member="Kyrinov"]
[member="Larentia"]
[member="Lieutenant Walsh"]
[member="Leeroy"]
[member="Madalena Antares"]
[member="Mint"]
[member="Moe"]
[member="Nighthaunter"]
[member="Niysha"]
[member="Nix Scamandros"]
[member="Nyree Justice"]
[member="Petra Cavataio"]
[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]
[member="PrincessNatalie"]
[member="Renn Garrick"]
[member="Reyn Australis"]
[member="Rikadon"]
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]
[member="Sussh"]
[member="Tanno Rand"]
[member="Thalliesin Bard"]
[member="The Bridesmaid"]
[member="The Maverick"]
[member="Tobias Dib"]
[member="Valrayne"]
[member="Vaulkhar"]
[member="Wegli Jinrang"]
[member="Wilhelm von Reinhardt"]
[member="William the Bloody"]
[member="Wonderworker"]
[member="Yeetus Deletus"]
[member="Zel Nar"]
[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[Zak Amroth]

BATTLE BRIDGE​

JUDGE LAWSHIP THE VERDICThttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/116914-the-verdict/http://starwarsrp.net/topic/116914-the-verdict/​

THIRTY MINUTES AGO​

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Marshal Rex Tyrosus was not the kind to suffer much patience for bullies. Patrolling the fringe, responding to threats whether they be pirates or ex-Imperial warlords, that was what the Verdict was meant for. Most of his crew were simple Partisans however a posse of Sheriffs based themselves out of the old battlecruiser and at least a handful were camped somewhere close by when the call went out over the Underground ShadowNet. Something was amiss on Zonju V.

"Alright hoss, what do we got?" the Sheriff of Terminus' insufferable drawl reminded Rex that reinforcements had been something of a mixed blessing, "You point and I'll shoot."

Zak mimed a pair of finger guns at the shipmaster. Tyrosus' stony expression twitched minutely in exasperation with the half-kiffar tracker. If it weren't for his occasionally useful psychometric visions the Marshal would have jettisoned him in an escape pod hours ago. Hyperspace be damned.

"We're not the Empire," Rex's voice rumbled like an avalanche, "I'm not about to obliterate Zoronhed from orbit, and if we launch an outright invasion we'll be confirming the King's worst fears. The people could turn against us."

"So what then?" the sheriff narrowed his eyes, "We take our huttball and go home?"

Tyrosus shook his head firmly.

"Negative. We do what we always do. Tell the others to lock and load, I want a team of Judges on site to probe for weakness. Get word out on the ShadowNet! There are talons to be made for anyone aiming to misbehave. If they want anarchy..."

The Marshal pounded his oversized fists together.

"We'll give it to them."


COALITION OBJECTIVES

A first wave of Judges, scout troopers, and mercenaries has been deployed from the Verdict to recon King Barthemos' castle. Obtain entry and retrieve any Coalition hostages, neutralizing the AoC threat is a secondary priority.

What's this? What's this?? We're being boarded! Remaining hands on the ship report to your nearest weapons locker and defend critical sections. The REACTORS and BATTLE BRIDGE must not fall into enemy hands.

Zoronhed. There are more wretched hives of scum and villainy, but not many. The Coalition is paying cash moneys for anyone willing to raise a little hell with the local authorities and disrupt the King's grip on his capital. Or you can just try to survive all the pandemonium that's about to get unleashed.

 

[Cotan Sar'andor]

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Location: Zonju V, Zoronhed, King Barthemos's castle, inside an air duct
Objective: Don't get captured
Friends: None immediately available
Enemies: Anybody not a civillian or on the side of the ORC
Equipment: (2) lightsabers, (1) K-22 Bryar pistol, (1) DE-10 blaster pistol (links in bio)

Wow, this is cramped.

When Cotan had returned to Zonju V after a few years spent galavanting about the galaxy and fighting Sith on a near-constant basis, he'd hoped it would be under more auspicious circumstances than what ended up being the case. It seemed, in his absence, King Barthemos had finally lost the last remnants of sanity his cyborg body might have possessed, turning into a petty tyrant over the remote world. Necessitating that Cotan, as the new Grand Marshal of the Judges (though he preffered to say it as High Marshal), had to go there as part of a group of Outer Rim Coalition diplomats and representatives to try and restore relations with the King and convince him to change his ways.

Failing that, Cotan would've been willing to remove the man from power, but he technically didn't have the authority to do that. Even if there was nobody that explicitly outranked him anymore.

The talks hadn't been particularly productive, though Barthemos wasn't entirely hostile to them to start with. Until some other advisors of his showed up. Or mercenaries; Cotan couldn't always tell the difference, truth be told. Either way, things had quickly taken a turn for the worse over the past day or two, until, as the last talk was going quite poorly, he decided it would be a good idea to retreat to the refresher for a quick moment to think.

And, well, relieve himself.

Then, as he finished up and washed his hands, the Force flashed a warning at him, he heard the sounds of some blaster fire (though thankfully he didn't sense anybody die, yet), and the two guards that were accompanying him levelled their blasters at him. Cotan, in turn, gave them a quick refresher course on Teräs Käsi, leaving the both of them slumped unconscious in one of the refresher stalls while he opened up a vent and crawled into the air ducts.

That was a little while ago. Since then, he'd been crawling through the ducts, trying to find an access to a maintenance droid tunnel or something like that. He'd also pulled out his commlink to send a distress signal back to the Coalition members on the outside, letting them know what had happened and making sure they knew to "comm in to every kriffing judge, warden, ex-GA-military, or underground member nearby and tell them to get their slimy-Hutt-backsides over to Zonju V, by the Force!" before his comm was jammed. If it hadn't actually been jammed the entire time.

Or maybe he'd just forgotten to replace the power cell, it wouldn't have been the first time.

After crawl-sliding through the air duct for what seemed like ages, doing everything he can to muffle the sound he made either physically or with the Force, he finally managed to find a grating that extended into a maintenance droid access tunnel. He held up a hand, pushing gently with the Force, and the grating fell away with barely any effort; a quick glance as he shuffled out of the duct and into the empty hall made it clear that the grating (or that section of the central air system itself) likely hadn't been touched in years.

"Alright," he muttered, drawing his new lightsaber; in his other hand he drew his Bryar pistol, thumbing off the safety. "Time to plan a hostage rescue and take part in a siege." He started walking in the direction of the central throne room, which was where he imagined the hostages had been taken; after a moment he cursed, kicking the wall.

"I hate sieges."

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Allies: Outer Rim Scum | Dergan Twigg [x]
Rexus' Gear: DARKSABRE Armour [x] | Blackwing Electro Sword [x] | Lightsabre | G-12A Blaster [x] | G6E Pistol [x] | 6x Thermal Detonators
Twiggs Gear: DARKSABRE Armour | Blacwing Electro Sword | DH-52 Maser [x] | Thermal Detonators x12 | G6E Blaster
Location: Zoronhead Spaceport

The old Lambda-class shuttle swooped quickly in the spaceport. It was of old First Order vintage, still sporting the official transponder code for some long dead government bureaucrat. But with all the chaos engaged with in local airspace, and now on the ground, no one noticed the approaching vessel. "How close till we're in Pox?" Rexus glowered over his comms unit. He stood, hunched over in the passenger bay, his neck killing him.

"Still trying to find a place to land cap!" The pilot replied. One Pox. Vlannem Pox. Former First Order Starfighter Corps ace, turned freelancer. Vlannem paused, "I'm gonna have to dump you on top of the terminal building." He reported. Rexus rolled his eyes, but nodded.

"Ten-four." Wenck impatiently snapped.

"So what's the rub?" Twigg asked over comms. "I don't really like all this nonsense." He dwarfed Rexus in regards to size, standing at a near eight feet tall in his armour. "Helping out all 'ese Coalition fellas, it don't make any sense to me." The giant mused, "'Specially given what they did to us, and what we did to 'em, you can't be forgettin'-"

Skor. One could not forget Skor. "How about you shun it, Twigg." Rexus coolly glowered, "We're getting paid easy money for a job where we mow down folks and make sure they aren't civvies. Easy." That was what he was hoping. They had done this job a thousand times. Toppling a regime, replace it with something new. Only now they didn't have what they used to. An army of stormtroopers backing them up, reliable air support. But those were the old days. Not the bold new world they now faced. "Just hold your fire, and make sure they shoot at us before we shoot 'em."

"Alright boys, dropping now," Pox reported. The hiss of the docking ramp extending echoed, and was followed by the rushing of air as they approached the terminal of the spaceport. "This'll be a fly by boys, get ready to jump!" Rexus ran forward and leapt onto the roof. The structure quaked beneath his weight, followed by a second quake. The roof cracked a little in and around the impacts of Twigg and Wenck. The Lambda-Class streaked into the distance, "Best of luck, give 'em hell."

Rexus turned his attention to his weapon and checked its stability. All clear. Activating his mic and tuning into the Outer Rim signal provided, Wenck spoke. "This is Remus and Rommulus," He began using his mercenary cover names, "Reporting in at the local spaceport."

 

[Nyree Justice]

Crew: 8 buff guys wearing fancy shirts
Loadout: A great top, fantastic flats, and a great skirt.
Post: 1

Theme song​

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"Shut up! Shut up! It's mine!" The sweaty, large Trandoshan screamed rattling the shatter gun.

The men behind her tensed slightly, she stayed them with a single flick of her finger. Her eyes didn't leave his. She could have sworn they couldn't sweat, but this one was covered in a distinct, glistening coat of some sweet smelling nasty. It could have been pheremones, but it was all over him. It could have been the heat, or more likely it was the 20 minute stand off that started when she told him to empty the cash register or else.

"You can't take it! This is my pawn shop! My credits. Its all mine!" He roared, waving his weapon on her face. "Now, now, now stand back! I'mma shootya! I'll &%$#ing do it."

Her lips spread in a winsome smile, "Jeb--you are Jeb, right? This is Jeb's Pawn, right?"

"&^%$ yeah it is," he snapped.

"Jeb," she leaned forward on the glass, counter, her skirt pressed against it as the teen girl tilted her head to the side. Her brown and golden perfectly styled hair fell along her face in a perfect, if not damn cute display. "We get it. This is all your $&^@. You're the big man. Hell, your display is scary. You almost convinced me, too. It almost had me pee my skirt here. I mean," she turned on her boots, looking at the pink-clad men who came with her, "It was pretty scary, wasn't it boys?"

"Almost convinced you what?" Jeb demanded, his reptilian eyes narrowing.

Nyree turned on her heels, giving him a sweet smile, "Why, that you were gonna shoot me, of course. The gun, the counter, the screaming. Hell,you look like a cold blooded killer," she bit her bright pink lower lip, "Oh god, I'm sorry, was that racist? I didn't mean to be."

"What the--"

Nyree leaned forward further, placing her forehead against the barrel of his weapon. Her dark brown eyes looked up at his, glimmering with innocence. She could feel the tension in his body. The uneasiness. Her voice was soft and innocent, "If you are gonna shoot me go ahead and do it, Jeb. Or put down the damn gun and let's talk, ok?"

Jeb swallowed, visibly struggling. His chest heaved with heavy breaths. She could feel the tension inside him rising. He had to choose. He didn't want to. His chipped yellow fangs barred as the Trandoshan's lips curled with tension and irritation.

"Damn it," Jeb shouted tossing his weapon onto the counter. "Ok, fine, let's talk."

Nyre tilted her head to the side, "Oh, we're gonna talk aright, baby."

All eight of the muscled men descended on Jeb from all sides. His eyes widened as a hail of fists, kicks, and knees brought him onto the ground. The teen folded her arms across her chest, watching as all eight of the humans battered him. Jeb's sobs and pleas for mercy were cut off by the sounds of his bones breaking, his flesh giving way to the merciless onslaught. Minutes passed and he grew still, then quiet.

"Alright, that's enough." Nyree cleared her throat, "Grab everything, especially weapons. Give the credits directly to me. The last thing we need is these weirdos to get their hands on more of this."

Her eight goons ransacked the place as Nyree adjusted the straps of her top out in the mirror. She sighed. Why did she have to look so gorgeous on such a tough day like today? She was clearly selfie worthy right now--but secret missions required secrecy not selfies. She plucked a pair of shades off the rack as her men finished filling their bags. Off one of the racks she grabbed a furr coat that was hella gucci and a gold chain that was just too extra to leave behind. "Let's go, bitches."

With the brunette Bougie babe at their head, all nine of the looters stepped out into the streets. From behind her shades, her eyes swept across the streets, looking for any signs of a broken curfew. Her men started loading their duffel bags and back packs into their two speeders. Nyree licked her lips, tilting her shades down slightly, "Hello, what have we here?"

 

[Braelyn Zale]

Objective: Enter the battle, don't trip​

Gear: In Bio, but Revolver​

Tags: [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Jair Ordo"] maybe [member="Zak Amroth"]​

What were they calling her, newly minted? Sure, that was probably it. But the racer-turned-Deputy was still being called towards Zonju. At first she figured it was because there was history for the Judges there, but once she arrived in her custom fighter, she wasn’t quite sure that was the reason. The Marshall who was keeping watch over Pamarthe had contacted her but once she was entering real space around Zonju, there were so many communications being thrown around. Clutching the Kyber Crystal pendant she wore, the Deputy was piecing out what was going on.

People have arrived, not from the Coalition, but from outside, and they were not happy with something. But that was when the ShadowNet popped up. Grand Marshal Rex was talking of talons to be made. Meant there was work to be done.
“This is Deputy Zale… heading towards Zoronhed?” She was sounding uneasy, but hopeful someone would pick up her transmission and link up. She was a Deputy, she had a handcannon, she could do this.

She could so do this.

Putting her power to engines and shields, she pushed her racer forward and broke through atmosphere and cloud cover. She could feel the bit of fighting down on the planet, but as soon as she touched down outside the city, she grabbed her gear, pretty light, a spear and her handcannon, and sent her ship’s onboard droid computer to move the racer out of harms way.

“I’ll call.” She said as she grabbed the rope with the hook on the end, and the wide brimmed hat. Checking the power cell she nodded, time to bring some law and order to… what planet was this again?

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Throne room
Wearing: Armor | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 7 Nozhi Blades | 2 Czerka knives | 1 Nastirci Combat Knives | Clarion | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Allies: AoC | + Open
Enemies: ORC | + Open

The little pool in the center of the throne room was running red. The smell of blood was almost overwhelming in the heat that reigned on the planet, but the relevant servants had already been noticed. It would be less than an hour before it was emptied out and cleaned, and then Scherezade would be able to breathe again. A Blood Hound, her senses responded to the scent, wanted to drink it and see the last memories of those the blood had belonged to, but she knew there was no point. For one, it would make her vomit, and vomiting in front of all these people would be way too humiliating, and second, she knew what those last memories contained; the image of her calling the blood out of their bodies to make a point.

The point… The point was that they were there for a reason. The rumors had reached them all the way in the Unknown Regions, and when they spoke of it to the King, his reaction showed to the Agents of Chaos that there was a basis to them, a reason. He'd been suspicious for a long time now, but the arrival of the insurgent to speak with him had served to convince him. The castle, which up until now had been considered safe for any and all, was no longer that. And with the lock down, it meant that they were going to have to keep everyone in, at least until the Coalitioners agreed to leave the planet in peace.

And here she was. Her friends, the various leaders of the Agents of Chaos, other Firsts… They were all around the area. Not many were with her, at least not many of those she already knew and had worked with, though several handfuls of Agents were with her at the palace (NPC's). Others, were in the streets, doing what they did best; slaughter those who tried to stop them.

"They want to kill me!" the King roared, his knuckles holding on to his throne so hard that they turned white. Scherezade blinked, looking at him. "I'm literally here to make sure they don't," she reminded him gently. Poor sod. That level of pressure he was in was positively dumb.

Those who had still been in the palace when the lockdown occurred had been split into two; half of them were in the throne room as well, ushered into the corner where they were occasionally pushed deeper into. The second half had been shackled and led out of the room to be spread among the many different rooms the palace had to offer. Some of them had bombs strapped to their vests. Scherezade wasn't going to be taking chances she didn't have to.

Still, there were others. Not everyone had been caught. But there were Agents and palace guards taking care of that. Or at least, they had better be, or they would be terminated as well. There was no time for those who were useless.

"I was unpopular among the Hutts," she remarked, her voice almost purring as she sat on the edge of the pool, bringing out one of her knives, "I'd killed one of their bosses and took his tail for cloning purposes. When the clones were impressionable babies, I trained them to run through sewers and other icky places while they had very potent explosives strapped to their backs or inside their bellies. Few can resist the cuteness of baby Hutts. Fewer can survive being so close a bomb when it goes off."

Standing up again, she flashed a lazy wolfish grin at the hostages in the corner.

"Don't worry," she assured them in that way that wasn't assuring at all, "I'm sure you're all going to get to go home and see your families. Unless the Coalition plays stupid. Then it's pretty much on them."

Eying a food cart, the Sithling bounced over to it and grabbed a cheese cube. "Anyone hungry?"

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

A little of column A, a little of column B...​

Location: Throne room
Wearing: Ridiculously expensive threads
Wielding: HoloLink XJ9 | Lightsaber
Allies: Haven't decided yet
Enemies: Haven't decided yet.


Well, this was frustrating.

Sor-Jan wasn't even certain that he'd even heard of Zonju V before today, and still he seemed to have found himself deep in the poodoo on this one.

All he knew was that word on the hyperlane was that the king -- Barf? Barfolomew? Bar-somethingorother -- was looking to buy. Like, buy big. Star cruiser big, and it wasn't every day that the company sold one of its heavy explorers. Hell, Sor-Jan had come prepared to offer a ten percent markdown on their star defenders because of the planet's connection with the Outer Rim Coalition.

Sure, Corellia Digital's contracts were with the Kathol Outback and primarily focused on the Kathol Republic specifically, but it never hurt to take advantage of ORC's rather extensive market in this part of the southern systems. Plus, he had shipyards over Selonia and Laekia. Shipyards that required a constant stream of orders in order to avoid laying people off.

How was he supposed to know that the king was a nut job?

And even if he had known that the king was a nut job, because how many monarchists did you know that weren't fanatical dictators of one stripe or another, his money was still good -- assuming Zondu V's economy wasn't based on ORC Talons.

Sure, an ORC Talon would get you a beer on Demonsgate, but Sor-Jan wasn't banking on Demonsgate, he was banking on the Core Systems. And what would a ORC Talon get you in the Core Systems? A chit exchange rate, that's what.

Should he be trying to save people?

Who were the bad guys?

Was anyone the good guys? Was that even a thing anymore?

So, instead, Sor-Jan just made his way over to the beverage cart. The server was dead, slumped over a carafe of wine. Why they'd killed the bartender, he had no idea. The floor was running in rivers of wine and blood, and [member="Scherezade deWinter"] had more knives on her person than you'd find inside a Ginsu knife store.

Which, he was an Anzat. The smell of that blood was not settling well. The proboscis concealed within the boy's face were twitching, causing him to look as though he had a facial tick. Being a vampire in a room that smelled like death was definitely not good for supporting his own mental health. Or the continued living of the people who were near him.

Pushing the servitor's body aside, the boy started rummaging through the cart to find something to calm his nerves before visions of pulling people's brains out through their noses started flashing through his mind. He found a small glass and a decanter that smelled like it might have some gin in it. Or really bad white rum. Probably gin though. Whatever it was, it had that acrid herbal scent to it.

Pouring himself a shot of the clear liquid, the boy downed the shot. It went down like battery acid and tasted like gasoline. The boy gave a shudder.

...all this, and he hadn't even sold a single star cruiser.

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[member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"]​

 

[Jai'galaar Gred]

Equipment: In bio
Tags: [member="Nyree Justice"]
Music: Boom

Jai looked out at everything for the Coalition. He tried to figure out any sort of plan, but he really had none. He also honestly wasn't sure about letting the king of this world stay in power either, but the young Mandalorian decided to look at it as any other job. Just get it done, and being payed in safety instead of credits. A pair of Strill followed him as he walked the streets, more or less keeping an eye out for anyone coming. He was focused more on possibly facing the OCR's people than looting. At least until he noticed a looter. He sighed a little. There were better thing to do than that right?

He slowly walked up, not pulling out his weapons yet, but gripping his cloak in his left hand. He eyed them under his helmet, looking at the group. What could he say really? The Gred sighed, honestly not sure whether or not to speak. He was just waiting for the obvious trouble, but he couldn't get over the fact that he still wasn't a fan of just looting without reason. He gave his pets some orders with "Strill Speak," and the pair quickly scaled some nearby buildings. Best be ready.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Fleeting
Allies: ORC [member="Frielle Kinniak"]
Enemies: AoC [member="The Maverick"]
Location: Bpfassh -> Zonju V

"We're being hailed!" the communications officer reported. "It's the Verdict!"

"Patch it through!"

"Therapist Actual, this is the captain of the Verdict. We need assistance; Zonju V is under attack by an unidentified faction!"

"All units, prepare for battle!"

Unidentified faction? That's up to no good, she thought, while realizing that, if the Verdict was already in battle, and with limited escort at best, Cathul had no choice but to have another unit relieve patrols on Bpfassh. In her mind, that unidentified faction was either reckless or had carefully planned their moves prior to attacking Zonju V. That also meant preparing for the worst. This meant having the hangars ready to have some squadrons load up with cluster missiles and others with heavy bombs, to the tune of two per craft. This also meant going from Bpfassh to Zonju and get ready to fight upon reversion, and, of course, loading missiles onto every launcher on the fleet. However, there weren't a whole lot of combat-ready units able to get to Zonju V. Yet, she knew she couldn't let this aggression go unopposed: the Verdict, for all its firepower and point-defense, is still too juicy a target for that sort of enemy to ignore. So she called upon all units she could muster from Therapy Command as well as from other units within the ORC Navy. Plus an unidentified faction could also potentially mean different tactics from whoever she fought in the past.

"Open a channel on FLEETCOM!"

"Channel open!"

"Priority one transmission: this is Therapy Command to all ORC naval units in range. Zonju V is under attack by an unidentified faction!" she blared into FLEETCOM before changing channels for the more immediate units in the area. "Jump to lightspeed!"

With that said, she made intense, Force-aided topological calculations in her head to calculate a course to Zonju V for what units were present over Bpfassh. Once these were made, she was able to transmit the results of those calculations and those coordinates before she gave in to intense headaches, for which she preferred to just pop some painkillers and, of course, hoping that these will kick in enough to fight upon reversion. And the work of getting all weapons ready to fire upon acquisition of targets on Zonju V continued all across the fleet, with the attack craft getting refueled as well. Escorts, and of course, the capital ships, were getting ready to fight, but there was a feeling of dread because the faction was unidentified and this was a reality the crews couldn't escape from. Who knew what awaited them once they arrived at Zonju V, what other friendly units there would be and, of course, what hostiles there were. And, in the assault concussion missile launchers, there were MIRVs being loaded also.

Spoiler: Fleet (8043m)

Capital ships:

ANS Himmler (Trimaran-II-class missile destroyer) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Denigrator (Scythe-III-class missile cruiser) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Unenforceable Contract (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Lothal (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Skor (Skor-II-class monitor frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Polis Massa (Skor-II-class monitor frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Positive KITA (Skor-II-class monitor frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Negative KITA (Skor-II-class monitor frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Job Engorgement (Skor-II-class monitor frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Jubilant Debauchery (Krayiss-II-class escort frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Synallagmatic Contract (Krayiss-II-class escort frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Sleep Country (Krayiss-II-class escort frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Jabiim Train (Krayiss-II-class escort frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Evil Rabbit (Krayiss-II-class escort frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Cinquedea (Jambiya-class pocket carrier) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Kris (Jambiya-class pocket carrier) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Kard (Jambiya-class pocket carrier) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Khukuri (Jambiya-class pocket carrier) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Mustafar (Mustafar-II-class heavy corvette) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Operating Lease (Mustafar-II-class heavy corvette) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
S-1 (Spirit-class picket corvette) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
S-2 (Spirit-class picket corvette) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
S-3 (Spirit-class picket corvette) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A

Attack craft:

360 Chiloon-IV fighters (regular configuration)
180 Tsubame torpedo bombers

 

[Madalena Antares]

Location: Boarding The Verdict
Wearing: Armor
Wielding: Meymad
Allies: AoC | + Open
Enemies: ORC | + Open

Madalena stood aboard the boarding vessel they'd been given courtesy of the organization they had all chosen to serve, her glowing green eyes looking over the people who had gathered there. The Agents of Chaos did not have a great army, and she did not command troops that other nations looked at with envy. But she commanded people who had the heart and had the spirit inside their bodies and souls, and she knew the gleam of passion when she saw it reflect in the eyes of those who had yet to put their helmets on.

Many of those who were aboard with her, were of the Hunt. Warriors, combatants, Force Users and non-Force Users alike. Many of those who were with her, believed that Zonju V deserved to be free of the meddling of outsiders who had no right to tell them who ought to rule them. Some, would claim that the Agents of Chaos were doing exactly what they preached against; but no. The king of Zonju could be as mad as he wanted to be. He was the problem of the Zonju locals. It were the Underground, the Coalition, that had no right to attempt to remove him, and to place a puppet of their own on that throne. That was what they had been told. That was what they believed. And that is why they would be the Agents of Chaos' target, and them alone.

And for a change, their instructions had included specifics regarding the locals and natives of Zonju V – leave them the frak alone unless they take up arms against you first.

Again she looked to them, her people. Agents of Chaos had existed for such a short time, yet Madalena already knew who each of the faces in front of her was, what their files said, who their next of kin were. She knew, without a doubt, that whatever happened, she would not only fight for the freedom of Zonju, but also for each and every man, woman, and both or neither, to make it back into the Unknown Regions with them when their mission was over.

"Hunters," she addressed them as she jumped atop of a crate, rising even taller than she already was, "we are about to board the Verdict, a ship of the Coalition. Some of you, I know from before the Agents of Chaos came together. Others, are new. But old or new, we are all one, and we all fight for the same cause. These are not some unknowns from the Unknown Regions. This time, we are fighting the Outer Rim Coalition itself – and we will be judged in the books of history pending what happens today.

So we will go, and we will fight. We will break their greedy fingers off of the grip they have on the planet, and we will free it to govern itself! In the Outer Rim, we are on the edge of the galaxy, but we will make all the far ends of it see what it is we do! We will make them all fear! And we will let them all know – that the Agents of Chaos are coming for them!"

Raising her saberstaff above her head and ignited it, Madalena screamed. The cheers and screams of her people joined her instantly.

Turning around, the doors opened. The Coalition knew they were coming; even if the ships of Chaos had somehow alluded their sensors (and let's face it, they probably had not), it was hard to miss a ship literally latching on to you. Later, other ships would be sent to collect them, whether they succeeded or failed. The one they had arrived on… Madalena doubted any of them would ever see it again.

But this is what they did. This is what she did, what she breathed for.

And just to make sure she got to keep breathing, as soon as they stepped onto the Verdict, shots were fired. Not by them, but at them. Madalena rolled aside for cover, as did many of the others. A small number weren't as lucky as to react quickly enough.

There would be time to mourn them, later.

Spoiler: Edit Summaries

Just added a hyperlink to the Verdict, nothing else was changed.

 

[Zyra Crowe]

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://LOCATION: Maintenance Hangar 1, The Verdict
://OBJECTIVE: Anti-Boarding Action
://ALLIES: ORC
://ENEMIES: [member="Madalena Antares"] | Agents of Chaos

Soldiers of the Alliance were trained in many combat situations, one of which was Marine Boarding/Anti-Boarding actions, though it was far from Zyra's preferred battlespace. She liked being able to outmaneuver an opponent and force a surrender, or take an enemy under fire from a well protected position.

'You rarely get to pick your battlefield.' She mused silently as she and her squad moved through the busy space of the Maintenance Hangar, part of which had been converted into a combat control center for boarding defense. It wasn't unheard of for a ship to be boarded in combat, which was why extra numbers were devoted to protecting the ship rather than being flung at the castle. Still, Zyra's read of the situation didn't show much in the way of boarding capability with the problem child of Zonju.

It was approximately twenty paces into the spinal corridor outside of the hangar where Zyra was proven wrong. It wasn't the first time, and it likely wouldn't be the last time, but it was annoying just the same.

"Boarding in progress, incoming unidentified craft..." The voice came over the comms from the combat control center they had just left behind. "Craft is attached at the following coordinates, defensive teams converge." What followed was a string of words that were next to meaningless for a ground pounder, but meant something to the sailors coordinating them. HUDs were updated, and Zyra moved along the corridor to the ladder. She had to get her people down two levels, then move a few bulkheads foreward to meet whatever was trying to board. They reached the ladder and slid down the guard rails in a controlled fall, turned to the next ladder down and did the same.

 

[Frielle Kinniak]

En Route to Zonju V
ANV Elin Garza, ACC-2154
Allies: TBD | Opponents: TBD

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"We've been scanning the area for days, whoever we were after are long gone by now." Quipped Lieutenant Commander Docara as he checked over the readings again. He looked over at Frielle who tentatively held the rank of Lieutenant Commander, the Spacer shook her head and exhaled. Docara exchanged a look with her, before looking down toward the consoles that began to sound an alert. Arms folded across her chest Frielle gave a nod of encouragement, the dim lights across the ship's bridge seemed to be darker as the lieutenant crossed toward the consoles to read the new alerts. "Looks like we might just have something, LTC."

Frielle adjusted the Alliance-blue naval uniform as she walked the same path, padded combat boots the color of the night sounded against the metal plating of the bridge. She leaned over Docara's shoulders and waited as he looked at her again. Frielle wordlessly moved away from him and headed for flight control where she slid into the main pilot's seat. Docara broadcasted the information within the ship's bridge alerting everyone that there had been a report from Zonju V.

The Alliance Remnant, Exiles whatever had been left of them had been rebuilding over the years - a slow and concentrated effort to be sure, but an effort nonetheless. Lieutenant Commander Frielle Kinniak reported her station, "setting the course, plotting navigational beacons. This is the Elin Garza to Alliance High Command, permission to engage?" In the blink of an eye, the report was sent and in another minute another alert. "Looks like they want a personal audience, Docara."

Frielle turned in her chair to look at the centermost holoprojector as it came to life. An Admiral within High Command turned around their eyes met with Docara's for a moment and they got a glance at Frielle. "Lieutenant Commander Kinniak, your orders are to help the Coalition and keep their ships and civilians safe. Engage with the enemy if you have to, we need to minimalize casualties. I'll have fleet intelligence run the data on the signatures you've gathered and see if we can recognize the ships or at least get an idea of where they came from. High Command out."

"Right, time to see how well this baby flies," Frielle remarked as she turned around to engage her navigational console.

As she punched in the remaining nav beacons, she received an encrypted message.

High Command is watching. A small complement of ships is en route to reinforce your objective.

The Spacer exhaled hard while looking her work over one more time, "alright settings are in, Docara - ready when you are."

"Punch it."

Task Force Atoko, 2,240m
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ANV Elin Garza, Garza-class Cruiser
ANV Hera Syndulla, Syndulla-class Frigate
ANV Antoc Merrick, Syndulla-class Frigate
ANV Evaan Verlaine, Verlaine-class Corvette
ANV Shara Bey, Verlaine-class Corvette
ANV Jessika Pava, Verlaine-class Corvette
ANV Karé Kun, Verlaine-class Corvette

 

[Kaida Taldir]

://LOCATION: Maintenance Hangar 1, The Verdict
://OBJECTIVE: Anti-Boarding Action
://ALLIES: ORC, [member="Zyra Crowe"]
://ENEMIES: [member="Madalena Antares"], Agents of Chaos

Kaida had been on Zonyu once. Many years ago. Back when the Omega Protectorate was still a thing and the One Sith had not even been a blip on anyone's radar. Truly a bygone age. Thinking about this would have made her feel old, but then that was semantics anyway because she was a space elf. Back then the planet had been afflicted by natural disasters. The Protectorate had had to evacuate natives. Today, the planet was in crisis again. But this time the problem was man-made. Apparently the King had gone insane. This did not surprise Kaida. It was inevitable with any monarchy. Decades serving the Eldorai Matriarchy had taught her that. That was why she had left and joined a bunch of elf renegades. Who were foolish and naive in their own way, but at least had less blue bloods.

Regardless, sadly the Shadow Knights were poor. What with being essentially a nomad fleet flying around in motley ships. So she was here. On contract with the space libertarians. Kaida was no libertarian. She was an authoritarian militarist who supported protectionism. Regardless, their ship was being boarded, as the voice crackling through the comms so helpfully informed her. That was good. Boarding meant combat. Regardless, having grabbed her gear, slipped into her armour and attached her Phrik shield to her back, she hastened to make her way towards where the ORCish marines were moving into position.

 

[William the Bloody]

Location: the Palace
Objective: earn his pay, side job
Allies: AoC
Enemies: ORC
Kit: profile page

He stood still, looking at the paintings hung in the hall. Gilded frames with golden leaf hammered upon its surface glimmered beneath the combination of artificial light and the ancient gas lanterns flickering down the path. The paintings were horrifyingly horrendous by comparison to the articulate design upon the framework. Turning he slowly continued along this particular wing of the palace. Every step sank into the plush carpet, silence coming easily as he wandered the many riches the mad King had collected.

He was making himself aware of the items so he could better protect them from potential looters. Surely that was the only purpose.

His black suit and charcoal grey shirt was impeccable, the top buttons loosened in an air of relaxation despite the oncoming threats. Reaching a foyer he paused and glanced at the four other entrances that opened into the atrium. Moving to the center of the room he closed his eyes and focused. Moments passed. His eyes sprang open and he took the third hall from the left.

Around four thousand years ago a chieftain had searched for a lost family heirloom. Yet he never found it. Instead over three thousand years later the Disciples of Ragnos had secured a foothold on the planet. Long held rumors of local legend said that one of the princes during that time was a disciple. According to legend the prince had gone mad, screaming about the voices. He leapt from a balcony to his death and the gem was never recovered.

William figured this was as good a time as any to investigate the palace under the guise of employment with the Agents of Chaos.

 

[Maokai Bantam]

Location: Mean Streets of Zonju
Objective: ​Observing of the Enemy
Allies: [member="Jai'galaar Gred"] | [member="Braelyn Zale"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"]
Enemies: [member="Nyree Justice"] ?

THEME​

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Dust swirled around him as he pulled his swoop over and parked it across the street from Jeb's pawn shop. He would have perfered to park closer but two black boxy speeders had taken up shop there, seeming to be loading quite the shopping spree from that he could tell. Maokai wasn't there on official business, nor was he in the mood to look for any. In fact, he was off duty as far as he was concerned. Having just completed a blue milk run of a mission, Mako was looking forward to brushing the dust off and kicking back at the Lucky Loth-Wolf, one of his favorite dive bars in Zoronhed. As he came to a stop he could help but notice the pretty young woman who now seemed to be looking in his direction, probably the princess who the shopping spree was for.

As he dismounted her gaze didn't waver so he decided to have some fun by giving her a show. Beginning by taking off his hat he placed in upon the handlebars before running his hand slowly through his curly purple hair and rolling his shoulders, loosening them up from the long ride. Taking off his jacket and chest armor next he place each on the saddle leaving his back to her. Next was his leather chaps and gun belt leaving only skin tight armorweve pants covered his backside and framed his athletic legs. Finally, pulling his shirt off over his head he stretched flexing his back muscles before bring his arms down and rubbing his neck, but in a way that would allow him to flex his arms.

Taking a clean armorweve shirt from a saddle bag he pull that over his chest but not before turning around to face Nyree so she could catch a glimps. He then continued to redress by putting his duster, gun belt, and hat before finishing the look with a pair of sunglasses. Stowing all his remaining gear in the swoop and activating the anti-theft device before beginning to cross the street. His boots sung as his spurs clanked at each stride of the lawman. On the lapel of his coat which flowed in the breeze was the green and silver badge of a judge which glisten in the sun of Zonju. As he approached Nyree he slowed slightly and lowered his gaze so his eyes would be seen over his glasses. With a look that said follow me if you wanna have a good time he tipped his hat and only said "Mam".

Continuing to walking by Nyree, he passed Jeb's and went into the Lucky Loth-wolf, not expecting anything more than to go in, have a good meal with plenty of adult refreshment.

 

[Kervo Namadi]

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Objective: Secure the King
Location: The Verdict
Employers: ORC
Targets: AoC



Deep within the bowels of The Verdict, a towering droid marched through the corridors of the battlecruiser towards the hangars. As he moved, diagnostics were ran throughout the droid's systems, ensuring he was optimal for the coming battle. KLR-13 promised exceptional performance in his duties and he would surely deliver. This would be his first major job in some years. Normally, right about now he would be hunting some scrub who owed money on a tab or something of the sort. Now, he was on the hunt for a king.

"Primary Objective: High Value Target. King of Zonju V. Condition: Dead or Alive. Alive preferred. Secondary Objective: Eliminate foreign forces. Personal Objective: Pending. Rules of Engagement: Any Means Necessary."

The diagnostics completed their cycle of KLR-13s systems. He was at optimal performance. As he always was. KLR-13 carried on to the hangars. So many creatures ran by him, all preparing for the upcoming battle. All appeared eager for what was to come. Maybe it was to hide their fear. Or, maybe it was genuine. Either way, KLR-13 did not care. He only was here to earn his check and move on to the next job.

He stepped through a large double door that slid open before him, entering the hangar. Several dropships were being loaded by ORC troops. KLR-13 leaped onto a dropship, his incredible weight apparent as the dropship groaned beneath him. The engines roared as the dropship was brought to life by the pilot. Takeoff was authorized soon after. KLR-13 watched as the dropship rose from the ground and departed the hangar. He could see Zonju V just below the ship, waiting for this juggernaut of a droid to descend and wreak havoc.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Objective: Drink, have a fight, and be sarcastic
Location the inside of a seedy bar having a drink
Allies: ORC and their friends
Enemies: The other guys

The next drink went down smoother than the first. The last week had been rough on her she had once more tried to penetrate the gang on Coruscant once more they had evaded her. There had to be a way.

Out here she thought there would be escape even peace as she contemplated the next move. Here no one knew her and as long as she growled no one would ask.

what am i going to do? What am i missing? another sip she closed her eyes and slowly began to drum her fingers on the table. The soft drumming noise gave some comfort as she thought on the moves ahead

 

[Nyree Justice]

Crew: 8 buff guys wearing fancy shirts
Loadout: All the Gucci, all the time.
Allies: [member="Jai'galaar Gred"] (?)
Enemies: [member="Maokai Bantam"] (?)
Post: 2

Nyree watched the Pink-skinned guy roll up and give his little flexing, stunting display. She wasn't bellow openly drooling over a guy--or gal--who looked good. That was, after all, one of her favorite past times. When he came close and nodded at her, each of her pink shirted boys reached for their bags, unzipping them and plunging their hands in. Nyree stopped them with a quick flick of her hand, they paused, hand in bags. Watching. Waiting.

Her glittering pink lips spread in a wide, beaming innocent smile that belied the horrible things she had witnessed and was willing to do. She folded her hands behind her back, hooking one foot behind her heel innocently, "Hi, mister."

Her eyes followed him into the nearby club. One of the bigger pink-shirted men pulled out a grenade launcher from his bag, "Don't worry, Miss Justice, we gonna make sure he goes down. No one violates the curfew. We got dis block."

Her eyes flicked to him, widening with horror, "Craig? WTF?" She threw her hands in the air, "Grenade launcher? Really? Really, Craig?"

His face turned sheepish, "Uh, well, I just thought--ya know--"

"You weren't thinking, come on. Thats way over kill. And in a club? Come on."

"Oh," he hefted it up, aiming at the Zeltron's speeder, "I'll just--"

"CRAIG! GOD! NO!" Nyree shouted, slapping the side of his arm. "For god's sake!" she pried it from his fingers. The weapon was a lot bigger and heavier than she anticipated. The butt of it hit the floor, sending the grenade inside roaring through the air. It hit one of the shops across the road, sending the building up in flames. Her dark brown eyes were lit with the golden flames from across the road as they didn't dare leave the golden ball of fire. She sighed with a wave of her hand, "Well, sh!t. Someone put this thing up and wait for me to get back out. Keep point. And, uh, blame someone else for that."

Her boots clacked on the duracrete flooring as her eight pink men formed up to try and look as inconspicuous as eight buff dudes in pink latex shirts could look. Well, that wasn't saying much. Instead they looked like some sort of ultra-fabulous gang hanging outside a club.

Cue Music switch​

The Lucky Loth-wolf was--well, it was Nyree's kind of place. The air was pulsing with intense, throbbing music. She could hear and feel the intense pleasure swinging through the air around her. Her dark brown eyes scanned the club, drinking and feeling it all in. The flashing lights and moving bodies were wonderful, but through it all she was looking for one. To an ordinary being, that would have been a Herculean task. But Nyree was no ordinary being. She just could see what she wanted. She always could. She could always find the right place. The right deal. The right price. The best way to buy low and sell high. That was how she made her fortune.

Her feet carried her through the patrons, weaving with purpose. Weaving with joy and intent. With her heels she was just shy of 5'9", about big enough to look about at the base of his neck. Give or take.

"Hey, big boy," she shouted over the din of the music. She hoisted herself to sit on the nearby bar. It gave her just enough of a height edge to look him in the eye, not the--er nipple? collar? She grabbed a glass off the counter and took a sip with a bat of her long eyelashes. Small bits of the glowing green liquid still hung to her shimmering lips. The strobes caught off her make up, making the glitter shimmer even more. "I didn't catch your name. I'm Nyree. Nyree Justice."

 

[Akash Guul]

Objective: Deter AoC incursion
Gear: Durasteel Mandalorian Armor, Beskar Helmet, Blaster Pistol, Long Pulse Cannon Rifle
Tags: [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Braelyn Zale"] ; [member="Nyree Justice"], [member="Jai'galaar Gred"]

How did he always end up working for some rebel rats?

First it was on Centares where he surprisingly met old timer General [member="Gilamar Skirata"] leading a rebel cell against the Sith and now this.

The money wasn't bad, except that it was in talons, the ORC currency that rowed the boat this side of the galaxy. A shitier rate for it back in the clan but the quantity of the currency for playing muscle in a backwater kingdom planet was worth it.

Jair stationed himself on the rooftop of a taller building in the city with his long pulse cannon rifle out and waited for his next course of action depending on the events that were to unfold.