Repo Men: Agents of Orange (Lords of the Fringe Dominion of Serpena)

[Allyson Locke]

A world spun, suspended in midair by hologram. Small dots scoured the sphere while larger ones hung in the balance around the planet she knew as Serpena. She had only visited it once and that was enough. The most she knew about the planet was that it was owned and was once the headquarters of Circe Savan. There was so much history with the woman and that she felt somewhat bad about how things had gone, but it was the way the world was. Hazel eyes continued to watch the movements of the fleets, she listened to the comm chatter, small victories popped up along the planets surface which brought a smile to her face.

Opening her hand, she spun the world and watched as more fleets landed and continued to converge on the target points. She reached over and minimized the hologram of the lush planet. Under the spherical hologram was a map of the galaxy outlining the territories. Seeing the cloud of influence absorb the planet caused her smile to widen. Her attention was pulled towards a small clear glass, it was empty but there was a residue left from the pale yellow Naboo blossom wine. She pushed her fingers against the glass and motioned for the other party in the room to pour her another glass.

“Victory is close at hand. With the territory gain it fills in that tentacle that was spiraling out. We need to keep moving, make sure we have supplies ready for refueling and the like. We need to press on.” Once the glass was refilled she raised it to the other member in her office on Annaj. “Long live the Fringe.”

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

She was unaware of the history of this world, the history between the individual formerly known as Circe Savan and the Fringe. Anyone who was anyone, and even everyone who was no-one was aware of the existence of the ex-Vinithi who seemed to have acquired a habit for swapping bodies more than most people changed their undergarments. She had heard enough stories, enough grumbling whispers with that name involved, and had decided (thoroughly) that such a woman - if indeed 'woman' it could be called - was a pestilence. A sigh tried to escape her, but was held in, expelled out the nostrils instead. She watched the hologram, a facsimile of the events occurring over Serpena, her fingers just barely touching the base of her own glass.

The smile on [member="Spencer Jacobs"]' face widened, and it caused a reciprocal response on her own face, though slightly more imperceptible. The other woman gave her glass a gentle nudge, and it was enough to remind Sel of her own empty glass. Wordlessly, she picked up the sitting bottle Naboo blossom wine and replenished both glasses, while Spencer spoke, and placed the bottle back where it had been on the table when she was done.

A glass was raised...

“Long live the Fringe.”

...and so was hers, in reply.

"Long live the Fringe."

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia carried him back the way they had come, stepping over bodies and droids. They'd not gotten anything to help those who had called the raid together, but she didn't care. So absorbed by her own selfish need she'd but Rel at risk.

And now she needed to fix it. Setting him down in a chairnin the cockpit, the Veil disengaged and punched a line through the battlefield straight for the medical ship.

[member="Bard of the Hyperlanes"]

(New thread time )

 

[Arage Bao]

If there is one thing that I like, it’s when things go full circle. They don’t usually go full circle, people are usually too smart for that. They avoid problems after taking it in the gut the first time, or maybe the second time. Can’t say that much about her, Serpena had been her enclave. Her getaway planet where she hid everything she stole from everywhere.

This was a well known fact to the Confederation, after everything she had done.. well this had been overdue. We were simple too occupied elsewhere to bother with it earlier. So indirectly, we had given her all the time to move, to hop to another planet with her stolen booty of a thousand different cultures.

So her persistence in staying here, right under our noses? Well, it can be attributed to boldness, stupidity or a mixture of both. In the end it mattered little, resistance was being crushed as we speak.

It wouldn’t be long before the planet was under Confederation control. In the meanwhile, there was business to discuss.

Santhe Corporation had a few fortified location across the Galaxy, but what it didn’t have was orbital shipyards in the near vicinity of the Fringe. Our only location in the Confederation world was 244Core, which was more of a.. temporary business arrangement.

Enter Serpena and her shipyards, truth to be told they seemed heavily outdated. Dozens of different tech molded together to create a behemoth of ancient construction. But it would do for now, looking at the information feed there were at least two separate teams working on cleaning up the shipyard.

Their ships weren’t visible on the sensors, but that just meant they were cloaked. Kinda like my own ship, the Bane of Coruscant. I am seriously considering changing that name, by the way, maybe.. just the Bane? I don’t know, work in progress.

At any rate, in sheer contrast to the other ships currently parked and leaving the shipyard, mine was a little bit too big to engage on the shipyard. Well.. I say too big, but what I actually mean is.. I don’t trust the construct enough to hang my stuff on it.

It was for this reason that the Bane, cloaked and all, shivered to a stop surrounded by the rest of the Fringe Navy. Instead from the belly of the mechanical beast came forward six fully-manned Sekairo Transports, again cloaked and as such practically invisible.

Twenty men could fit inside of a single transport. Multiply that by six, and you have hundred-nineteen veteran soldiers of my own guard and.. well little ol’ me. I ain’t much of a threat to be honest, but I want to see the show from close-up.

The Sekairo Transports docked to the yards, and my soldiers started to secure a beachhead. Can’t get cut off, if ya need a quick retreat, amiright?

 

[Aedan Miles]

Finally having enough Aedan turned and walked from the bridge barking out harshly. "LT YOU ARE IN CHARGE DON"T SCRATCH THE PAINT!" Striding into the hangar the young man climbed into his Rassilon-class custom and took off flashing down towards the planet hopefully there was still some good loot left as such he vectored in towards one of the vaults as his fleet took up defensive positions near an hopefully untouched orbital shipyard. IF and when Aedan was to return they would most likely strike at that one taking any ships that were near completion and leaving.
NEW OBJECTIVE: TARGET SEE IF ANY FORCE ARTIFACTS ARE LEFT

Aedan's fighter flashed quickly through space slowing minimally as it entered atmosphere and he started to scan with the advanced sensors. Slowing down farther so that his sensors could get a solid read on anything that was of hopeful importance. As he skimmed over the surface his eyes open as he half meditated allowing the force to guide his movements slowly. As he reached out he accidentally let a portion of his frustration flood into the force. As he flew he neared a vault but noticed that like a few others he had seen this one had been broke into and it appeared that whoever did it was still there. Biting back a curse he pressed onward searching for any farther vaults or anything that happened to catch his eye.
[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Hecate"], [member="Jorus Merrill"]


And so there was silence. The goddesses of war commanded: Let there be victory. And so there was victory. To be sure not the one against the vile beasts of the abyss, for the great monster hunters of this plane had been so vigilant in their task that the abominations were close to extinction. Verily, a most tragic state of affairs.

As the Angelii and Firemane space marines fell upon the soldiers of the SI frigate like the scourge of the Goddess their enemies cast down their weapons and surrendered, for they sought not to pass into the realm of Illyria, dread mistress of the dead, who sits upon a throne made of the bones of the wicked. Upon entering the bridge the Kerrigan, ever poetic, her voice the roar of thunder, spake the memorable words, "We are assuming direct control. Our techniques will tear thou apart should thou be so insolent to resist. Long live Her Majesty the Star Queen." Before such rhetorical prowess there could be no resistance and thus it came to pass that Lieutenant Hecate Ferrum, who had guided the Firemane ships of war in this noble endeavour, would receive hails from a number of ships that formed the SI convoy which Firemane had ambushed, declaring their surreder.

For they wished not to have their bridges crushed and for their ships to implode. In her heart of hearts the Kerrigan doubted the craftmanship of the vessels, but they could be cannibalised for spare parts and Her Majesty would appreciate new subjects. Perhaps there were holocrons to be found upon this vessel, for a great multitude of these devices had been spread across the four corners of the Galaxy through a series of auctions.


And so the influence cloud of the nation called Fringe expanded to embrace this world. The Kerrigan remained blissfully unaware of the exact definition of the term called 'dominoing'. She felt a glass of Naboo wine would not go amiss.

 

[HK-36]

//Seems I missed this during sleep because of the time zone difference //
ABOARD THE FRINGE FLAGSHIP
HANGAR

HK was counting the credits he has made during the day, last soldier was leaving the stand with a Leovi Plume hat on his head and a whip in a plastic pink shopping bag, the large black feather bobbing on his head as he walked off. HK finished counting the profits, putting them in a Durasteel strong box.

"Well, today was a good day."

The droid quipped to his guards as they moved the remaining products and the metal stand they used aboard the Dropship.

"But sir."
One of them looked to HK,
"We haven't done crap all day."

The droid nodded as he grabbed one of the support beams, watching the Dropship's ramp close, sealing them inside.
"Are you so keen to bleed and die for the Fringe?"
HK quipped, looking to the guard, the soldier shook his head,
"No, sir."
The droid nodded, feeling the Dropship lift off of the ground and move as it left the Fringe Ship's hangar, moving in towards the Siege Tower.
"Neither am I."

As they sailed through the Void, HK watched the planet out of the ship's viewport,
"This planet reminds me of an old shoe. Worn, used, beat-up, suffering as the Subach and Fringe fight over it. It was not there for them to bring fire and destruction, its core did not form for them to cause suffering, and life did not came to the surface to be extinguished in bombardment. It is a bystander."
The droid looked from the view-port to his soldiers,
"May it find Peace in a world where there is no War. Mark my words, the planets, rock and stone of this Galaxy, will stand fast and survive as the empires crumble in flames. We are mosquitoes sucking the life out from them, and sooner or later, a swat comes. It is the smaller, simpler things that have peculiar ability to survive."

One of the soldiers thought about it for a second,
"Sir? Wouldn't that mean you would be out-lived by an MSE droid?"
HK looked to him and shrugged slightly,
"Probably, I have been on borrowed time since the Mandalorian Wars ended. I am old, if someone will not deactivate me then I will do so myself."
The droid looked back out of the viewport,
"Living forever would be a pain in the ass."

The Siege Tower came into their view, the Dropship nearing the frigate and beginning its landing procedures.
"The Fringe will crumble and fall."
The droid muttered, a soldier tilted his head slightly,
"You really dislike them, sir?"
HK looked to him,
"I find them as likable and trustworthy as a common piece of Sith. I heard their motto, they claim to kill monsters, yet they have brought Vong and their beasts upon Eriadu and begun burning its capital city, I have seen them melt civilian homes, empty and occupied alike, I have seen the monsters they have had in Eriadu's sky. They slay monsters like I slay droids-"

They have arrived at the hangar of the Siege Tower, the Dropship landing with a clank as the ramp opened,
"-Whenever one pisses me off and goes against my interest, but in the end I provide sanctuary to them-"
HK finished thought as he looked back at the Fringe and Mercenary forces and the planet,
"-and I am one."
With that simile done he quietly muttered out in sarcasm,
"Long live the Fringe."
Before turning on his heel,

"Get us out of here."
His command was relayed to the bridge.

Soon enough, the Siege Tower and its four escort corvettes would be leaving the system, with the money from NPC weapon purchases, they would come back to Abregado to prepare for another misadventure.

 

[Skye Mertaal]

Orbital Shipyards -- Board and Raid

Control room

With a blast of a door, the control room of the Orbital shipyards flew open. The clatter of another grenade would sound before another flashbang would disorient the occupants.

A cryoban grenade would follow, the icy blast freezing the guards and technicians inside. The click clack of the droids would flank Mertaal, as her cybernetic eye would scour through the control room.

This is where it would require to take more time. Patches would have been better to oversee these events, but she still had his gear.

And grabbing the credentials from a frozen hand in the form of a keycard didn’t hurt either.

The remainder of her time was spent downloading as much information from the orbital shipyard computer, anything that Jonathon Patches would be keen on having. Blueprints, locations of various other shipyards, common shipments to and from the shipyard to the planet, shipping manifests, recent orders and purchases.

Information was more of the Captain’s shitck, and at the very least she could get that for him. A spare glance to her right and a small armory caught her eye. Subach weapons.

Raiding a couple of weapons for her and the helm would also be on the list.

 

[Layla]

Holocron shrapnel would have hit the woman, but other than the grimace and the faint punctures of blood, she gave no indication of stopping.

Her Taozin amulet swung as her body would move, a glance darting over to Jorus to check if he was alright. There came the clipping of her heels only to stop as a guard would reveal himself.

A grimace would come to her face as she shot him a faint smile of displeasure, “Hello. Goodbye.” came her quick commentary, before her quick feet would close the distance, leg swinging out to clip him behind the heels and have him fall on his back.

Her blaster pistol would draw, holding it straight at the guard’s leg. The flash of energy would flicker for a moment before she kicked the guard’s weapon and sent it sliding across the corridor.

“Stay a spell. Enjoy the scenery.” She had to get out of here. Quickly.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

Subach Innes Factories

[member="HK-36"] would probably be unaware of this, but his 'niece' had been active on Serpena as well. Presumably Moira Skaldi of Mechanus was still securing the factories with [member="Rave Merrill"], High Councillor emeritus, Capitalist Witch of the Spacelanes and maker of monsters. The credo of the Fringe that they fought monsters and yet were stacked with them in their ranks meant little to her, for she was following her programming. Her programming imperative dictatec efficiency and this her small elite group of human replica droids had put on display while they purged the factory of hostile life forms.

To the victor go the spoils and so Archangel was claiming its share. Its understanding might differ slightly from that of their allies, for Moira had no desire to make a claim upon the orbital shipyards and likewise she was not that focused on acquiring ancient holocrons and datacrons that supposedly held the key to unlocking arcane power of untold magnitude, assuming they were the genuine article and lived up to the hype. In this day and age when auctions of artefacts was so popular, one could never be sure.

Truth be told such devices would be of little use to herself, for a machine could not use the Force and her understanding of it was limited given that she was a being that operated in the realm of logic, whereas this 'space magic' seemed all too often to defy logical analysis. Of course, in theory she could sell the artefacts if she were to acquire any, but that was not the case.

But no what Archangel sought was human materiel. The dispassionate, cold viciousness of the assassin droids had demanded its tribute in blood, the landing platform and the halls of the factory were littered with corpses, but nonetheless a sizeable number of guards had either been taken alive as they threw down their weapons or paralysed through the Ssi-ruuv derived paddle beamers so thoughtfully provided through their working relationship with Fringe. Archangel was showing them 'mercy', but with a clear purpose in mind. Captured guards were quickly stunned and cuffed, then off they went as the Legionnaire battle droids brought them to the shuttles they had landed. Likewise even a number of the dead bodies, those still in a good state, were removed and carried away, as if Archangel were a company engaged in clean-up duty and recycling, which in a twisted sort of way it was. The factory workers remained unmolested, for Fringe would probably want to continue employing them. Archangel excelled in recycling human materiel and making use of it, even the dead, provided their demise was recent, could be of use. The droids that remained stationed upon the premise did their work of efficiencly cutting down what pockets of resistance still remained.

In space, cloaked and invisible to detection, the Lightbringer, coincidentally built for Archangel by Iron Crown Productions, awaited the prisoners and soon the shuttles had docked and offloaded their human and alien cargo. The Processing Machine was hungry and demanded to be fed.