Rebellion in Flames; Imperial Dominion of the Bothawui Hex

[Alasdair Sitra]

15​

“So what is it?” They were all just staring at this point, taking in the information, walls of scrolling text and images, that Beric had managed to pull up onto the display. “Some sort of listing?” Kayrce have it a quirked eyebrow beneath her helmet. Twos shrugged nearby and resumed his watch of the door behind them, actively letting the specialist deal with the explanations.

“It’s more then that. So much more.” Beria sounded excited even through the broken sound of their helmet encryptions. He flicked through a couple of more keys on the terminal trying to get some more information up to display. “It’s the net, the entire frakking system.”

It made no real sense, but the realisation was starting to dawn on Kayrce. “The net? As in the Spynet?” She gave the display a proper look again. It made no real sense to her, but if Beric was sure of it. “We need to report this in.”

“We do, but to who?” Beric had a sense of questioning wonder around his question that sent slight warning signs off in Kayrce’s mind. “We could just—“

“No we report it in. Get a worm in it now.” She ordered and watched with interest as Beric went to work. Her finger again moved to her helmet. “Ravager this is Inferno. I assume you just heard that?”

“Copy that Inferno. Prepare for full system extraction and then follow up order thirty two.” The call came in.

“Order thirty two?” Beric’s head twisted towards Kayrce who was making sure her weapon was reloaded.

“Order thirty two Beric, like a BDZ but fire danger close.” She explained with a slight smile.

“Oh…fun.”

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond felt the woman's kiss upon his lips and his blush deepened. She wished him farewell and Desmond merely smiled and waved. “Well… That was… Interesting,” Des said under his breath “That woman will be the death of me…” He had gotten a kiss which was more than he expected. Desmond had gambled and made out, quite literally, alright because of it. The Chiss turned from the flirtatious Sith and began whistling casually as he strolled through the Imperial prefab. He made it about five steps when he heard a great wrenching of metal. His eyes flew open and he watched Skaara kill five troopers and an entire tank on his lonesome… Desmond could sense the daggers beneath his helmet and tried making himself as small as possible. But, Skaara merely trudged away dramatically and Desmond let out a sigh of relief. “Sith… I’ll never understand them,”

 

[Zesiro]

Through the battle and the chaos around them, Zesiro had no idea her master Skaara was nearby until the tank that was nearby collapsed and the sound of that reached her ears. She was already moving away from Desmond to go find him to report on her success of the mission when this happened. From his reaction, she knew he was at the very least jealous of the light kiss and caress she had given the chiss. He was unaware of their past though and that she actually did owe Desmond for saving her life twice.

She felt his anger rise in him and like the day they had met, she feared him. That day she had put on a brave face, today not so much and that fear clearly showed...for a brief moment.

Her eyes followed him as he stalked away alone. Zesiro know her time with Skaara was over. She wasn't the type of person to stay in one place for long and while she had hoped it wouldn't be the case here, she knew it was time to move on.

Letting out a sigh of what might be considered defeat, Zesiro went in search of her own ship and left Bothawui, Desmond, Skaara and the Empire behind. In time, she could hope any meeting between herself and any of these people would be friendly, but wouldn't hold her breath on that.

 

[Jerun opress]

When Jerun ship finally landed on the planet Bothuwai, the first thing he noticed was that he was at least a mile away from where he was supposed to have landed. The second thing he noticed was a group of imperial solders under fire from Bothan troops. The soldiers were pinned down at an gun station it was clear from all the laser coming there way that they were outnumbered. The Bothan troops were so caught up with fighting the ground troops that they didn't even notice him and his ship, he knew this was gonna be fun.

His red robes and silver armor became more visible to the Bothans as he got closer, but it was far to late. He reached out with the force and sent one of the Bothans flying into a near by wall. The others watched in shock as there comrade was killed with barley any effort, Jerun ignited his red lightsaber and charged at the enemy. He slashed with a brutal efficiency, decapitating two Bothans where they stood.

"Common guys, your making this far to easy. It's like you never fought a Sith before". He said as he stabbed one of the troops through the chest with his saber, he could sense the mans last breaths as he ripped the saber out from his chest.

It was just at that moment that the imperial troops began firing on the Bothans again, the remaining became freighted troops fled for the city.

"Thank you for the assist soldier, what were you doing out here" Jerun asked

"Our mission was to destroy a communication tower near by, were on our way to fix it when we got pinned down."

Jerun smirked "Don't worry I'll help you out, lead the way trooper"

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

16​

The file transfer would only take a few minutes, however to them it felt like decades. Alert pings were starting to sound not only across Inferno’s own channels but through the Bothan’s network as well as the discovery of their direct presence was being made known across the complex.

“Please tell me we are nearly done.” Kayrce asked from her position guarding the blast door, cautionary eyes recovered by her helmet as Beric continued to work against the security in place around the transfer. “We are running out of time.”

“Thirty seconds Ma’am.” A ping increased within Kayrce’s helmet and she was forced to lean out of cover and release a series of blaster shots towards the corridor, a satisfying thump indicating that she at least hit something fleshy.

“Inferno this is Ravager. You are clear for extract I repeat, clear for extract.” The radio blared to life as Beric pulled the device out of the terminal and turned back to the squadron with weapon drawn. As one the team advanced out into the corridor and began to backtrack towards the entrance of the bunker, clearly ready to leave as quickly as possible. “Double time it Inferno. Coordinates are set for Conqueror Removal.”

“You heard the man, double time.” The team moved into a flat out run now, the occasional blaster bolt whizzing past them as the Bothan’s increased the pursuit. The entrance gave them the chance to return some fire at least, each of the team moving through the breach one by one until Kayrce finalised the return to the outside world. A detonator was thrown back towards the pursuing enemy, the blast giving them some time as they moved to get back aboard the shuttle.

“Get out of there Inferno. Firing coordinates are set, fire danger close.”

“For frakk sake, why is it always danger close.” Beric was already in the co-pilots chair with Kayrce taking the pilot seat. The shuttle moving fast against the wind as it lifted from the trees and moved hard against the ocean air.

Already the sky was turning green.

[member="Jerun opress"] | [member="Zesiro"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"]

 

[Imperial Storyteller]

VII

[THEME]​

"Transmission coming in!" A technician cried from the comm station, handing a datapad to the presiding ensign in the crewpits who promptly rushed up to the captain who was staring out of the viewports currently. "Sir! New firing mission! It's from Commander Sonn, sir!" The Ensign reported without missing a beat, handing off the report to the captain who promptly nodded in acknowledgement, silently giving his own orders. The Ensign turned, and barked down to the crew pits.

"Gunnery! Target grid three-six-four-two! Tri-Reactor Ignition!"

On the bridge, the massive display screen would suddenly light up to show a magnified view of the planet Bothawui, marking precisely over their target destination with a reticule.

Deep within the bowels of the Conqueror-class Star Destroyer; The Chief Gunnery Officer would approach the primary firing controls of the concave dish proton cannon. "Commence Primary Ignition." He announced throughout the entire ship while pressing switches and flipping multiple levers.

The firing sequence was complete and the deadly proton beams began blasting down their respective tubes, until they appeared on the dish. The incandescant green light launched from its position at the star destroyer down onto the planet with a sickening crack that could most likely be heard around the entire world, garnering a massive explosion that emanated from ground zero of the blast.

​

​

[member="Kayrce"]​

 

[NT-6922]

Coming through a wasted building, Natassia barked at a group of confused civilians, before turning around to ask something to her designated radio trooper - finding the private dead, a single shot having pierced his helmet. Rushing out of the building in haste, her eyes widened at the sight of the battle in the streets.
It was complete chaos. The line she and her sergeants had tried to establish had been broken, and stormtroopers everywhere where fighting for their lives, rather than pushing deeper into the city; some Bothans were fighting in close quarters, forcing the less-experienced soldiers to let go of their rifles to try and fight back with a closer-range weapon. Rushing toward cover, she fired a burst from her modified blaster, ridding her first sergeant of the enemy about to finish him off with a point-blank shot. In all of this chaos, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, before tuning in the different squad channels.
Panicked chatter filled them; requests for backup receiving no response, death cries of those who were finished off as they were still speaking...
Seeing the dead body of one of her specialists nearby, Natassia grunted and reached for his rocket launcher, mounting it onto her shoulder and aiming at the building from which sniper fire came from. Earlier this day, she had hesitated, tried to minimize civilian losses - but now, she had to save her men, and everything else was secondary.

Firing the rocket, she threw the launcher aside and gave the order on the channel.
"Everyone, take cover now, the building's going down!"
Having been already beat up badly by the earlier firefight, the structure crumbled... and eventually gave way. The building collapsed, the rocket having hit one of its last support frames. Soon, the radio chatter became much more quiet, the smoke and debris making it hard to see at even a few meters. "Stormtroopers, come in!" she shouted in her radio, receiving nothing but silence in return. "Squads November to India, come in!"
And so she waited for several minutes, until voices finally started to come back in; less sporadic, less panicked, and yet obviously shocked. "We can't rely on our sensors or any other type of scanners, not with everything who just went down. Flash your lights to recognize friendlies - one flash should be answered by two flashes. Now proceed to rally point Echo - we need to regroup. Natassia out."
As she started to follow the path traced on her HUD, she picked up her first sergeant, a crude knife still stuck inside of him, wielding her DL-44 in the other hand. "Hang in there", she told him firmly. "We're going to get out of here."
And with that, the slow, confused retreat started. As she walked onto the now mostly-empty street and back up to their rally point, joined by other survivors from the battle, she gazed up at the sky, frowning; the officer's channel was buzzing with activity, along with danger close warning. She only had the time to look up before the bombardment commenced.
"Frak!" let out a private, before falling backward in surprise. "You think we have control over the air?" he asked curiously.
HIs comment stirred the Lieutenant's curiosity, and so she patched back in, addressing the ship directly, thanks to the huge radio amplifier she now carried on her back.
"This is Lieutenant NT-6922; we've taken heavy casualties and need reinforcements. Is air support possible as of now, over?"

 

[Imperial Storyteller]

VIII

"This is Rancor One-Three. Affirmative, Lieutenant; Two-stage air strike en route, E-three minutes. Attack coordinates are grids two-nine-six-four through two-nine-six-nine, over."

The lax voice of a female Imperial officer crackled through the battlefield radio before cutting off. The sounds of battle, blasters firing and soldiers from both sides screaming out in agony, emanating from the massive urban environment would soon be drowned out by the ever-increasing scream of an entire TIE group approaching; One squadron of TIE/SA bombers and two squadrons of regular TIE/LN starfighters acting as escort.

"Gundark One-Two, Rancor One-Three. They need some heavy support down there, can you put it there?"

"Right, One-Three. We're fixed to kark with them."

"Trying to suppress some reinforcements coming in from the park down there. Give it all you got and bring in all your ships."

"Roger. Here we come."

The Imperial officer would cycle back around to Lieutenant [member="NT-6922"]. "Six-Nine-Two-Two, this is Rancor One-Three. The TIEs are inbound now. They got about thirty seconds to bomb station. Get your people back. This is gonna be a big one. Over and out." She would warn before cutting out once again.

The group would be over that part of the city now, the TIE bombers releasing their deadly payloads of proton bombs on designated enemy positions, leveling entire blocks and already-ruined skyscrapers. Once occupied, the government would have a hell of a time rebuilding the city. Some of the Bothan rebels were attempting to retaliate with their makeshift anti-aircraft cannons or by wildly shooting their blasters and rocket launchers up into the air.

Several of the TIE fighters would get their wings detonated and would wildly spin through the air until crashing into the ground while the bombers left the target area relatively unmolested; having completed their mission with extreme prejudice.

Celebrations from the Imperial army would be premature, as loud music would soon begin to play from the horizon...

 

[Frevik Margos]

Post Count: 1
Location: Geddes System, Hanoon orbit
Objective: Establish control of resources

Far from the battlefront on Bothawui but striving toward the same purpose as those fighting there, Frevik Margos stared out the viewport of his executive shuttle at the terraformed asteroid colony of Hanoon. He could not help but feel as if he was staring into history as snow-covered peaks and vast, symmetrical waterways took form on the planetoid's surface. Hanoon represented in a very physical way the might of the old Galactic Empire. It stood for the power to give order and purpose where there had been none. Once, this had been a dead place, devoid of anything except a handful of feuding mine crews. Now it teemed with life.

Geddes, as the place had been known, had been transformed by the vision and authority of a single man: Moff Yittreas, governor of Krant and the periphery of the Bothan client state. Using a powerful Terraform Processor and the efforts of massive teams of Imperial laborers and droids, he had carved a chilly but fertile throneworld out of the unfeeling rock. Of course, the Rebel Alliance had soon supported local terrorists in stealing this achievement, murdering Yittreas and taking control of the Terraform Processor. That was the way of the lawless. Chaos could not create, could not build something to last. It could only take away.

Now, however, Hanoon lay at the border of a new Galactic Empire, and thus at the threshold of a fresh age of prosperity. The system, along with the planetoid itself, were still mineral-rich, and that made them valuable to Frevik and IMICOL. But the self-sustaining agricultural programs that Yittreas had established, only to see co-opted, still thrived, ready to feed the armies of the Empire. And several cities, diamonds that had grown from the rough, still stood, awaiting the firm hand of Imperial governance and the security it would bring. The soldiers of the Empire were already establishing order on the surface. Frevik was here to oversee the transformation.

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

17​

The impact of the Conqueror shot against the planets surface was traced by the shuttle’s energy readings from the moment it left the ship in space. The entire time Beric was sat reading out its direction until it hit the ground and sent a deafening blast through the shuttle.

“Frakk.” The shockwave sent the shuttle spinning, Kayrce’s handle on the controls doing nothing to keep the ship on the straight path. “Hold for…” The shuttle dropped several metres and they all felt the knot in their stomach. “This is Inferno to command we are…”

“Inferno…going…”

*************

“We have lost Inferno sir.” All tracing was gone, lost in the wave of destruction rolling across planet.

A deep sigh was given. “Alert High Command. Tell them Inferno has been lost and we are awaiting contingency operations.”

“Copy that.”
“Prepare for system wipe.”

 

[NT-6922]

"Roger that Rancor One-Three."
With that, she started to sprint to the rally point, where they'd be able to take cover, switching channels as she did. "To all nearby Stormtroopers; we have three minutes! Those too far will have to find shelter elsewhere - over and out!" As finished speaking, she gave a powerful kick against the now-abandoned hospital's door, forcing it open. She entrusted the wounded sergeant to her command squad's medic, watching as more and more of her platoon rushed into the protected building, some of them looking up as the cavalry finally arrived. They sealed the accesses shut as to avoid friendly fire; thankfully, security systems allowed the Lieutenant to see the action happening outside.
TIE Fighters and Bombers were hitting the insurgents hard, and Natassia couldn't help but smirk in satisfaction. They could all burn in the seven hells; nobody harmed her platoon and got away with it. Looking down at her wrist-mounted display, she patched into FLEETCOM, looking for any updates concerning the planet-wide condition of the invasion; according to several reports, the rag-tag insurgent HQ was located in an underground cache, deep into the heart of the city. Patching back in with the ship, she smirked the result of the bombing run.

"Thanks for the assist Rancor-One-Three. My platoon and I could use a transport to relocate to the possible coordinates of their HQ and end this, over."
Turning toward the rest of the men and women under her command, she shook her head, sighing. "I want the medics to stay here and help the wounded. Those who can still stand and use their rifle, group up; we're going back into the fight!"

 

[Frevik Margos]

Post Count: 2
Location: Geddes System, Hanoon surface
Objective: Establish control of resources

The shuttle set down gently on the snowy surface, and the landing ramp extended. Frevik Margos took his first steps on an unfamiliar world.

Legend held that the winds of Hanoon bore with them a power, remnants of an ancient Jedi artifact turned to dust and scattered across the world. While he put little stock in superstitious rumors, the mining executive felt almost as if this one could be true. The chilly breeze buffeted his face, raising goosebumps across his skin. This was New Geddes, the center of the former Imperial administration, and the cold persisted despite the machines that melted any snow trying to settle on its durasteel roadways and rooftops. Nearby, running water rushed through the canal system, sending up a refreshing spray that settled over the city as mist.

At the center of the city, its thrumming heart, lay the vast bulk of the Terraform Processor. This was Imperial engineering of the highest quality, still running centuries after its initial deployment, regulating the microclimate of the altered asteroid. Reaching and securing it was the first priority of the Empire's forces, and the effort was already underway. Fortunately, Hanoon was not much like Bothawui; isolated and small, it posed little threat to a concerted military effort to capture it. The people of New Geddes had, by and large, stayed in their homes, and though a few outlying militias had attempted to resist, that was mostly true elsewhere across the planetoid.

As Frevik made his way to the city center, he passed white-armored patrols and military checkpoints that had already been set up with trademark Imperial efficiency. When a world submitted in relative peace and quiet, care was taken to keep the transition to Imperial control from being unnecessarily forceful or dramatic. On the following day, when all was said and done, daily life for most of the people here would change very little. There would be new opportunities with IMICOL and the military, new restrictions and regulations, but there would be no mass internments or public executions or institution of martial law. Save that for the faithless rebels.

 

[Imperial Storyteller]

IX

"Put on psy war op. Make it loud. This is Romeo Ewok Trot. Shall we dance?"

The bombing run carried out by the TIE group had caused devastating losses to the Bothan rebels hiding in the durasteel jungle, while the casualties of the Imperial army were as minimal. But this was only the beginning; as before the sounds of the battle could continue as stubbornly as ever, music would begin to be heard all the way over in the horizon. It was almost certain that this was a tune that nobody present in that invasion had ever heard before, as the Imperial state had just recently rediscovered it from the ruined archives of Scarif.

Soon enough, the awesome tune of the Imperial March would blare throughout the capital city of Bothawui; and over in the direction of the setting sun a perceptive eye would spot fifteen Imperial LAAT/i barreling towards the recently ravaged blocks, the same blocks that had had their rebel garrisons smoked out of their cover to be picked off by the ancient gunships. The music got progressively closer until the ships began to fire their laser cannons and composite-beam laser turrets, also launching homing missiles armed with Anti-Personnel Fragmentation warheads, absolutely shredding those who stood against the might of the Imperial Starfighter Corps.

"Lieutenant, your transports are here; along with fresh troops and supplies. Get your wounded aboard one and get your tuckus on the other." The Imperial officer's voice would come through again, followed by half of the gunship squadron landing down and letting out around a solid platoon of stormtroopers each. The city was almost all but secure, all that remained now was the stragglers and the makeshift Rebel HQ.

---

---

---

High Command had been alerted of the 'loss' of Inferno Squadron, and they were less than pleased. Several minutes of silence from the highest office of the Army, Navy, Inquisitors, and Special Forces absolutely terrified those who had informed them.

"Deploy Death Squad Zeta. Director Caalgen is incapacitated and has no use for them at the moment. Stand-by for further orders."

They knew what it meant.

Death Troopers.

[member="NT-6922"] | [member="Kayrce"]

 

[Frevik Margos]

Post Count: 3
Location: Geddes System, New Geddes
Objective: Establish control of resources

The mayor of New Geddes was relatively cooperative when roused from bed in the small hours of the morning. If nothing else, he had the sense to know when he had no chance. Surrounded by a full squad of the Empire's finest, he folded like a wet napkin and provided the necessary codes to facilities across the city. Perhaps he could be retained in some governmental role; he knew his place. His security codes granted access to the city's primary data hub, the heavy security doors sliding open in considerably less time than it would have taken to blast them down. Inside, processors hummed and hundreds of screens cast bluish illumination across the floor.

Frevik permitted himself a tight smile as he took it all in. Here was the key to transforming the system into a productive part of the Empire. He approached the central terminal, the mayor's command codes providing him easy access, and began the data upload to his personal shuttle. Even as it was underway, he browsed through the entries he estimated would be most useful. Long-ago mining claims were still bearing fruit, so to speak, even as the new farms bore literal fruit; beneath the terraformed soil, the asteroid Geddes was still mineral-rich. There were deep deposits of ore, interspersed with pockets of precious nova crystals.

It totaled to mineral wealth that could have set up a mining baron for life, but Frevik Margos was much more than some self-serving magnate. His fortunes were inextricably tied to those of the Galactic Empire, and these resources would serve that cause. It took only a simple touch of a button to relay the locations of key mines and prospecting claims to the Imperial forces in orbit; they were second only to the population centers in importance to the annexation, and far more important in the long term. By the next day IMICOL would have them reopened, and expanded by the next week. The furnaces of war still burned hot and rapacious, and it was Frevik's job to feed them.

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

18​

The faded sound of hissing and a steady, rhythmic beeping came flooding back into Kayrce’s head as she regained consciousness. Where the shuttle had been moments before in her mind there was naught but open sky a shimmering heat to it that presented her with a quizzical notion. She made a decision to move, instantly recognising the pain as he body sat upright to find the scattered remains of the shuttle, their gear and what appeared to be a makeshift surround.

“I’ve pressed your arm, should be fine.” Beric’s voice was a welcome addition as she fought the headache to find her team-mate who was busying himself movie scrap from a pile to a nearby rock formation. “I wouldn’t move it too much though, possibly broken. Couldn’t tell, we lost the droid.” He was separating blaster packs from what seemed to be part of the ships starboard wall.

“Twos?” Kayrce asked as she regained a slight level of comfort, enough to allow her to push the pain aside and get to her feet.

“We lost him. He’s in the shuttle.” The was a frustration in Beric’s voice, he had been close to Twos for many years having gone through training together before the Inferno concept had taken them on board. Yet he seemingly refused to show the pain, because he like Kayrce knew that while they wore the Imperial uniform they had a reputation to keep.

“Have you got word out?” If the Ravager thought they were dead or lost already ripples of removal would be moving throughout known Imperial space, hopefully someone had an idea that they may have survived.

“Not yet…Won’t be long though.” Beric pointed at a console he had seemingly transferred some wires and pieces through to make a makeshift communicator. “They will hear us soon.”

 

[Frevik Margos]

Post Count: 4
Location: Geddes System, New Geddes
Objective: Establish control of resources

With the fighting over Bothawui so fierce, it was essential that no more forces be devoted to securing the Geddes system than absolutely necessary. Every ship, ever trooper and ground vehicle, that was deployed here to ensure the compliance of farmers and miners could do better work fighting the rebels who threatened the stability the Empire was trying to bring. But to undercut the occupation force too much would also lead to disaster. Giving any potential Hanoon rebels a victory, even a slight one, would ensure dissidence on the planet for years to come. That could not be permitted. The situation had to be carefully managed.

The key was to deploy a skeleton force without permitting it to look like one. Frevik was no military mind, but he understood logistics, and he had drawn up the logistics for this plan personally. Maximizing the appearance of force while minimizing actual force - it was a delicate act of theatre, prone to tipping over into disaster if mismanaged. That was why the CEO had come personally, why he was now ensuring that propaganda edicts and news reports from the capital city were tightly managed to support the narrative he had woven. Of course, there were forces in reserve that could be pulled to support him if needed.

He did not intend to need them. He intended to prove that, military or not, he could serve the Empire without needing anyone to hold his hand.

 

[NT-6922]

Natassia smiled as reinforcements arrived, and music blasted as the rebels were crushed. The sun finally shone, and their white armor made them look like weary, but victorious knights on the dawn of this Imperial victory. "Ooh-bloody-rah!" let out the Lieutenant as fresh troopers arrived. "Alright; take the wounded and put them onto the left ship; the rest of you, gear up for close quarters and get on board!"
With that, she let out a hearthy laugh, and jogged toward the other dropship, smiling as she went aboard.
"Pilot, get us to the HQ's supposed coordinates once everyone's on board; time is of the essence!"

She found herself enjoying the music as she watched the troopers go into the transport and strapping themselves in. "Hey, Vaz, you look like you fraked yourself!" threw one of the medics from one side of the dropship. "And you look like you got a bit of Bothan hospitality yourself, ha!"
Laughter erupted from the weary, but still battle-ready troopers. When Natassia raised her hand, they all turned toward her. To the untrained eye, they were all the same, really; same armor, same helmet, same value. But to her, they had worth. She fought not only for the Empire, but for those under her combat - and she'd be damned if she let the fallen go without retribution. "We're a step away from winning", said the Lieutenant with determination. "But it's not over yet. I want you all to put away the thoughts of those who fell today. I want you, boys and girls, to put your doubts aside, if only until the end of the day, to grip your weapons, and follow me to the end of this Insurrection. One Final Effort is all that remains, people!"

 

[ToKola Bakari]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ojL5Y5HvOlE​

​

{1}​

Location: TIE Fighter Hangar Bay over Bothawui​

Objective: Fly Fighter Escort for Bombers and Transports heading planet-side​

Fighter: Bloody Mary​

​

"Now hear this, All assigned TIE squadrons, check your systems and prepare for take off." The Command tower radioed over the flight deck.

"Oh yeah. This will do nicely." The Lieutenant muttered, running his hands over the control panel of his fresh new fighter. He grabbed the headset that hung over his left shoulder, pinning the device to his ear before pulling his flight hood over his head and to the frame of his jaw.

"Getting attached already, boss?" A feminine voice called into Dom's commlink, causing the pilot to chuckle a bit at the comment. "Yea, sure, just get your systems up and let's get these boys to the planet so they can do some renovations." He ordered, running through the starting procedures to the fighter.

Flight controls, Life support, and navigation tools are all checked out. Man I bet this thing flies like a dream. He mused, a smirk coming to his face from underneath his flight helmet.

"Ok, let's keep things easy. Wraith Squadron this is Wraith leader, report."

"Wraith Leader, this is Wraith one, standing by." The female voice called out once again.

"Wraith Lead, Wraith two, standing by." A man called into the comm device, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Papa Wraith, this is baby Wraith three, standing by." Another male, whose voice was thick with the accent of the outer rim enthusiasticlly called over the comm channel.

Dominic smirked at the words, yet he knew his superior's would be monitoring the channel as well and would scold him later for not setting his squad mate straight. "Cut the chatter Wraith three, keep it in reg."

"Sorry, sir. Just excited to be giving these bad boys a test run." He replied.

Dominic did not respond to the man, instead he tapped the side of his comm link, patching him in to the control tower. "Command, this is Wrath Leader providing dispatch identification. Standby." He plugged his security cylinder into the ship's console, watching as it patched over his mission orders and credentials to the tower.

A moment of silence came over the channel before finally it was broken. "Wraith squadron you are a green light, happy hunting."

"You heard him boys, let's move out!" Dominic called over the comm before activating his fighter's flight systems, allowing the ship to hover off the flight deck. The four fighters hovered over the deck until their tethers were released, then Dominic slowly led the team out of the hangar and into the void of space.

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

X

The Lambda-class T-4a shuttlecraft would have descended upon the war-ravaged world of Bothawui like a hawk having spotted its prey. Soaring over the current and past battlefields all the while narrowly dodging the decreasing number of Rebel X-Wing patrols before they themselves were taken out by recently deployed TIE/sk Strikers, it would approach the island where the Conqueror-class Star Destroyer had reigned down chaos on one of the rebel holdouts that encased the Spy Net away from the reaches of the Empire.

Setting down on the coast with several kilometers of ocean bewtween them and the island, a black trail of smoke denoting Inferno Squadron's crash site nearby, the boarding ramp lowered and down came the six death troopers of Reaper Regiment, Director Caalgen's bodyguard squad. "Moving in, over!" The commander, denoted by the black pauldron on his shoulder, spoke with his words being scrambled by the helmet.

They moved for the site of the crash, a couple hundred meters away from the lip of the crater that had been made on impact. Their footsteps sent sound through the air, crunching gravel and molten dirt underneath their boots. "Reaper Two, Reaper Four, move in and secure mission parameter."

[member="Kayrce"]

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

19​

“Contact.” Beric had stood from his position at the console as a series of beeps sounded through the earpiece, his hand automatically reaching, as did Kayrce’s for their blasters. “South, not far. Imperial signatures but not regular.”

Kayrce turned and took cover between two pieces of ship hull that had been propped up against a large rock, her ears straining against the sound of running water coming from the crater that was the only remains of the Bothan’s stronghold. Her blaster was rested against the surface of the metal, giving her ample ability to shoot without any added strain against her arm.

Beric had also taken position across from her, well hidden by foliage and more rocks, his shuffling going silent as they both lay in wait for what was coming there way.

The Deathtroopers, a sight that even Kayrce rarely saw on the battlefield appeared through the darkness. Their black armour glistened with the reflexion of the fires still burning around the shuttle. A slight feeling of dread passed over the Inferno Commander, a list of relevant scenarios running across her mind. Perhaps they were indeed here to retrieve them, perhaps it was case to make sure that if Inferno were lost they were in fact confirmed lost.

“Friendly.” She called out and emerged from her cover. “Inferno-One, designation IN-15715.” She kept her appearance as straight and un-injured as she could, she was after all still a commanding officer and the Imperial upper lip had to be shown. “Report.”

[member="DT-5981"]