Rise of the Imperials [First Order Dominion of Yalara and Effekt]

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Maersk of Lanteeb
Objective 2: Space station development
Post: 5/20

Despite the Noghri being wary of the First Order, Dunames knew that Star Tours was there to give interested Noghri parties a feel for what First Order life promised them: luxurious travel, decadent lifestyle. And also, bread-and-circuses. As the Maersk of Lanteeb undocked from the station under construction and into Yalara's atmosphere, Dunames couldn't help but think that she would be showing one side that so many in the galaxy seemed to neglect: what life means for the civilians. What she expects is that some Noghri scholars, diplomats and also some of the more adventurous, like intelligence agents, would dare go to Lipsec to find out what exactly is the meaning of the First Order presence around them. Or some of the well-to-do of the planet, the Noghri equivalents to people like [member="Alize Rosenheim"] or Sera Kawano (both of which she met on Lipsec), But as the expedition is being assembled near some university campus on the planet, Dunames prepared the landing sequence for the ship out on the barren landscape:

"Landing sequence initiated"

"We wouldn't like to keep the Noghri waiting; I'll go out and wear that dress I wore back at the Summit for myself"

"You would look like a Witch if you did that, captain"

"Doesn't mean I'd be dressed like a Witch that I can't look good or dignified doing it. Just make sure the duty-free stocks are OK, Merrily"

"Roger, roger"

"We also need to collect the same kind of people from Effekt once we're done with the Noghri delegation"

 

[Thresh Sken]

Obj. 4
Post 1
Location: Halaban, Effekt
Allies: [member="Caid Centurion"] l [member="Saki lin"] l [member="Miles Cormin"]

I followed Ciardha Ren down the loading ramp, and observed the planet we landed on as he gave orders to a squadron of Stormtroopers that had accompanied our little group. It was early morning, the sun just barely above the tree tops where birds were singing nonchalantly from. They had nothing to fear from us. Neither would the beings here, so long as they cooperated.

I hear a mechanical voice issue a command from the front of our little group, and Ciardha Ren starts to walk quickly away. I follow closely, wanting to see what our first move will be on this planet.

 

[Progflaw99]

Location: 100th Fighter Squadron Ready Room
Objective: 2. Noghri, No Yield
In Vicinity: [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Ishana Pavanos"]
Post: (1)
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Nils quickly extinguished the cancer stick he'd been smoking in the ashtray next to him. He'd heard the communication a moment earlier as it broadcast on the comms. Leaning forward and lifting himself from the lounge chair he nodded at the other two officers who had been smoking with him.

"Well gentlemen, it's been fun. Looks like my number's been called."

He fired off a sly wink in their direction as he exited the Officer's lounge. He would need to hurry, Presently he was in one of his service uniforms but if he was being summoned to the ready room, he had better be in his flight suit. Rushing, he made it to his quarters, moving swiftly to doff his uniform. He hung it up in the locker next to his rack, slipping into his flight suit. Hastily he reached above his head, retrieving his helmet. Now he could go. The young lieutenant briskly made his way towards the ready room, his mind wandering as he traveled through the familiar corridors. It didn't take him long before he found himself standing in front of the doors into the ready room. He took a deep breath, and entered.

"...Imagine me rich and surrounded by beautiful women instead of so good looking and surrounded by beautiful women." ..............."Or... empty chairs."

He'd heard the tail end of the conversation between the two figures at the head of the room. Besides them it appeared empty. His harness swinging, Nils took large steps to the front of the room and stopping there. First he looked to Roderik, his long time friend and now superior, then to the other man. He smiled at the pair.

"Sir." He gave a curt nod to Roderik before addressing the other man, stuffing his gloves into his leather flight jacket. "I don't believe we've met, Lieutenant Nils Brenner."

Nils extended his ungloved hand towards the man. He'd never seen him before, at least not in person. He looked eerily familiar though he couldn't place it.

 

[Tyger Tyger]

BYOO - Pull Security/Cook Dinner
Post 1
Location: The Far Star, drifting at the edge of the Hex.

The Far Star was an often misunderstood ship; as was the point, per the intention behind its design. It looked like a smuggler freighter, and was driven by a bounty hunter. Traditional outlaw fare. Something expected to drift, to encounter the authorities, to fight, to haul villains, to flee, and to steal. But that’s not what it actually was.

It was, in fact, a listening post.

The Far Star drifted alone, at the very edge of the hex. So far from Yalara, just beyond Effekt. The triangle the trio made pointed at Lothal, at Kro Var. From where the war would come from, if it would at all. The Far Star listened to Gehenna, to Seoul – the knife in the back from the depths of the Kathol.

But in these instances where you’re listening for something in particular, you spend a lot more time listening to nothing at all.

What are Warriors when not at War? Students. Mechanics, Groundskeepers, and Janitors, the military insisted. Maintaining presentation. Sharpening old skills in the hopes nobody will ever have to see them. Marking long bouts of make-work by mealtimes.

It was Dinner o’clock. Thank God. Finally.

Milo stood over the stock stovetop in the tiny kitchenette area, shaking the griddle to stir its contents over an open flame. It was the morodin produce recovered from his adventures on Varonat, the oils and juices fluorescent and unnaturally bright, like the contents of glowsticks crack and shaken out to bubble and pop in the metal pan. Dense and complex color and viscosity, evident of the rapidly mutated and evolved microbial civilizations finally encountering the Heat Catastrophe apocalypse long foretold in prophecy. Milo wrinkled a brow. He would have thrown it out, if the Hippies he asked for vegetarian cooking advice had not told him this would happen.

He flopped down a brick of tofu into the mess, freezer-burned and disappointing. The neon slime ran like egg, clinging to the matter, so bland and white, the superfood’s complex contents immediately going to work. It changed, transforming into a rainbow grey of oil runoff in rain puddles. He didn’t cringe, however. It smelled too good. Leia, on her step ladder, leaned over with a shaker.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!,” Milo cautioned, trying to stall her. The six year old, soon to be seven year old, froze, looking at him. Suddenly, it occurred to Tyger Tyger that he had no idea what he was doing, either. “Okay, go ahead.”

Leia went about shaking violet curry onto the meal.

 

[Valessia Brentioch]

Mal'ary'ush, Yalara
Gathering of the Clans.
Allies: [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"], [member="Aram Kalast"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="William Kerkov"], [member="Greta Kohler"], [member="Nils Brenner"], [member="Pierce Fortan III"]
Opponents: The Grand Clans of Mal'ary'ush; Ikunhr, Edvir, Abikhaim
Objective: 2 - Noghri, No Yield

Lurgok looked to High Colonel Graush, and bowed with respect and looked out toward the desert, "as I have said when the red millet fields greet the desert is where we shall end our journey." He could be seen stripping himself of unnecessary equipment. And looked to the Noghri warriors who had gathered. "Let it be known that Graush of the First Imperial Order shall rival, I, Lurgok of Abikhaim. And between us we shall see who is the better leader, and the greater warrior among us." As he walked toward the edge of the taxi station and began to climb down he turned to Graush and bowed with respect, "may you reach the blood plains, or may Yalara take your body herself."

Banners marked the beginning of the trek, with villagers gathering around to cheer on the two companies, a battle of wills and mind to reach their target. Yalara's desert was just as unforgiving as time spent on Tatooine. Heat rippled off in the horizon as it rose to greet the bright sky above them all. Meanwhile, in the Arena, roars of battle were heard as the shell-shaped trumpets were sounded a long horn blared afterward signaling the start of the Arena games...

Above them all in the stars, somewhere just beyond Honoghr Station. Edvir laughed as he heard the Admiral speak, "so then you Admiral Kerkov, shall you be the Great One of your Navy?" He asked, "if so then these are the terms of engagement. One capital ship, and three support vessels of your choosing, your capital ship must be no longer than 1200 meters and your support vessels must be no longer than 800 meters, as these are war games you are not permitted to commit any lethal damage of any kind. If you are found in violation of these rules you forfeit your battle, do you understand, Imperial?"

In another part of Honoghr Station, a female Noghri warrior known as Bilvassim was allowed to speak to those of the 100th Starfighter Squadron. "To the pilots of the Imperial's so-called finest, pilots. I am to announce to you the conditions of the games, there shall be three rounds of battle. One will be squadron against squadron in full force. You are to use non-lethal force in this round and in subsequent rounds afterward. Second shall be three on three in what shall be called the Dogfighting Round, lastly is one versus one which will be judged in two parts, efficiency, and duration. Do you Imperials agree to these rules?"

First Imperial Vessel Ree
Conquering in Her Name.
Management: [member="Natasi Fortan"]
Subordinates: Me
Objective: 2 - Noghri, No Yield

Somewhere outside of Effekt, laid the workings of the new space station, Merton. Her sister station Hexham was being constructed somewhere beyond [member="Dunames Lopez"]'s starport at Yalara. Aboard the star destroyer Ciena Ree, stood the Grand Moff Fortan and a trade representative who had been overseeing supplies to and from Merton for just under a week now.

Valessia stood just off to her Grand Moff's left, "reports Grand Moff, the station is ahead of schedule. Engineers are asking how you would like to modulate her." She read over the data tablet, "should we equip her with a long range communications array? Early detection systems in case the Alliance wishes to get friendly? And I have a request regarding room enough for a wing of starfighters to be stationed here to maintain patrols between Merton and Hexham."

She raised a brow, and scrolled through the tablet, "they wish to offer you a tour via shuttle of Merton's construction." Valessia's eyes drifted past Grand Moff Fortan, observing the construction of the new station. She was in awe, it was large enough to house four 900 meter vessels. More if they were smaller than that, "and the officers overseeing Hexham's construction are requesting an audience with you, personally."

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Outside the Ruined Temple of Ragnos
Tracing the Past...
Party Members: [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Skjold Alexeyev"], [member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Avedia Lacroix"], [member="Boo Chiyo"], [member="Wolf"]; Knights of Ren
Guide: Helen Moxis, Grandaughter of Vianta Moxis
Objective: 1 - Vianta's Last Expedition

"Is everyon-" Helen stopped there as she realized these were the Knights of Ren and not her ordinary group of adventurers or even archaeologists. "Why am I even bothering..." She asked herself, and adjusted her glasses, "down this way, be careful!" Helen says anyway, even though she chides herself silently. Desann's death permeated the air even as they made the descent, and while the fleeting of weakness in the force had been temporary the more they began to climb down the more it seemed that even the dark side seemed to coil from the stench of failure? Death? Both? Desann had never truly been one or the other, merely another stereotypical Dark Jedi who accounted for nothing more than a footnote in the history books. Doubt would cloud those who passed through this part of the path, and fear would creep into those that let it, a strong willed mind would be able to fight it - but those who could not...

They would begin to see their doubts and fears materialize before their eyes and perhaps, a misstep from the thin ledge. You see, even Helen was careful as she walked, her back to the wall as she side stepped down along the narrow path. For it was said that Tavion Amxis was defeated by Kyle Katarn and spared her life on Bespin before she rose to great power. Or as those who now worshiped her believed, and as such the feeling of defeat would creep into ones mind the further they went until the path flattened out onto a plateau.

Alora's ambition, "and this, this is where it gets tricky..." Helen turned to explain to the group who had somehow gotten larger! It was as if people were showing up out of nowhere, but they there dark siders and Knights of Ren. Once again, Helen knew not to question these things. "Alora's ambition has killed many on this part of the path, you can see from here where things begin to splinter. Ambition knows many paths, though not all of these paths lead to Tavion's path. Be wary and choose correctly, for if you become overly ambitious, you will surely fall to your death."

"My grandmother is down this way." Helen points to the left, "but even I'm not sure if that's the correct path..."

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Yalara Dam, Yalara
In Your Bones...
Team: [member="[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=verdana][SIZE=14px]Sentiri[/FONT][/SIZE][SIZE=14px][FONT=verdana]"], [member="Corvo Santagar"]; First Order Security Bureau
Escorts: Ghosmal of Clan Edvir, and Zamassir of Clan Skikh
Enemies: Gnashers // Nature
Objective: 3 - Imperial History 1304
Post: 4 // ??

The gnasher was hurt but was quick to reassert herself, she faced this blue-skinned woman and began to run circles in the hopes of confusing or even tripping this two-footed creature up. While this gnasher focused on the red eyed lady, the Alpha was now squaring his shoulders against the male. His wounds did not bother him and in fact only served to enrage him. he lifted his mighty paws and began to thunder them against the ground. Shaking the very earth beneath their feet, and by doing so he gave Ghosmal and Zamassir opportunity to strike against his kin.

The two guides dispatched their opponents, leaving now five dead gnashers, Ghosmal's honor prevented her from leaving the Imperials to rot, and so she took a five-foot step up and attempted to stab into the beast aiming for the Chiss. The noghri caught part of him and did little to sway it's interest from this other woman. Zamassir on the other hand, took her staff and hurled it into the Alpha Gnasher, the staff made contact with the creature's temple disorienting it just enough for the human male to strike.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Maersk of Lanteeb
Objective 2: Space station development
Post: 6/20

"Merton Station reports being ahead of schedule: they did not communicate any specific requests for equipment, captain" the communications officer told Dunames on the bridge.

"Landing sequence initiated"

"Our role pertains only to Hexham Station, captain: as tempting as it can be to ferry Noghri prisoners to Merton Station, the overseers of the Merton Station construction project asked nothing from us specifically"

"I'm sure some other Star Tours ship is already there"

Logistical Command was the one branch who, among the First Order military, was most enamored with Star Tours. Admiral Thurman may have recommended Star Tours to act in that capacity, and not to let Dunames handle any combat duties, not even bombing runs. Not that Thurman was dissatisfied, just that mercenary contracts were to be reserved to the elite. Meanwhile, when the landing sequence was initiated, the Maersk of Lanteeb landed on a vast expanse of dunes, but the ship remained stable, thanks to the Marcia repulsorlift unit in the tail fin as well as the landing gears. Dunames seemed to be changing ship offices many, many times lately: sometimes it was an AT-AT barge, sometimes it was a Tofolk, sometimes a Maersk, and even once or twice each did she pilot the Rasta Sub or the Exodus. But rarely, if ever, was she on a Neimoidian Yacht anymore. When the underside docking ramps opened, the Noghri had no idea what was going to await them inside the Maersk of Lanteeb. And Dunames had to get down from the bridge to greet with the Noghri guests, before the Maersk of Lanteeb would depart to Effekt to get more of these people, just not Noghri. And then she would get supplies for the Yalara workforce on Lipsec and unload the state's guests there.

 

[Tanomas Graf]

(OOC: Sorry for the late arrival!)

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Location: Retribution-class Star Destroyer Reprisal, En route to objective via Hyperspace
Allies: The First Order, [member="Avicus DuSang"], [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]
Enemies: Damned Space Pirates
Post: 1/20, Development of Imperial X-class at 5%

Relics of the past.

It was exactly what the First Order needed to fuel their conquest and they had found a lead. Earlier that week, long range scanners had detected a debris field that had apparently been around since the days of their ancestors, the Old Galactic Empire. It was strange how it could go centuries without being noticed by other powers but given the remoteness of Wild Space it was not exactly unheard of. The Navy had decided to send a small detachment off to investigate and give salvage ships the greenlight while the main battlefleet headed off to conquer Yalara into the Order.

It was dangerous to send ships into a debris field without much intelligence, even without the chance of a chunk of blasted metal flying through your shields and into your bridge there could be a hidden enemy fleet lurking inside or a carnivorous space worm swallowing your scout ships whole. Even with all of that, it was a risk that Captain Graf felt he was up to when he volunteered to lead the ships, with the thought of what treasures would await him and the First Order still floating through his head as his poor man's fleet flew through the vortex of hyperspace.

Everyone felt it, especially the captain, as the Reprisal exited out of hyperspace on the edge of the field, flanked by two retrofitted Munificent-class Star Frigates. It was the calm before the storm, Tanomas knew they were not alone as he ordered the gun crews on all the ships to report to their battlestations and prepare to fire. The captain swallowed any doubt he had about the success of this mission as the ships began to move into the unknown.

He assured himself that they would all come out of this alive.

 

[Darth Veles]

Objective 1
[member="Avedia Lacroix"] [member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Wolf"] [member="Isla Ashen"] [member="Valessia Brentioch"] [member="Skjold Alexeyev"]

Naturally, always the well-mannered gentlebeing, Veles could not bear the thought of slowing down the entire group with his hobble. The amber sight glanced back and spied on the female figure draped in peculiar signature. After flashing a charming smile, not a single comment to spare, his pace came to a halt until the woman passed, silently followed by the Mon Cal’s gaze that eventually shifted to another. Continuing to stand still, he waited for the last one to arrive to reach their tow, an unknown signature much more in tune with the knights of Ren. Eventually Veles' footsteps came to existence once more, still accompanied by the rhythmical clicks made by the cane as he descended after the non-Force user guide, proving the earlier decision to walk the last a sound one.

Like annoying insects, Desann’s death and failure relentlessly resonated through the Force and assaulted the Sith Lord’s senses, finding decisive rejection denying them any further access into Veles mind. Only doubt, the sneaky, slippery maggot had wiggled its way inside his thoughts. It would take more than that to stop the Sith Lord’s advance though; unlike many, Veles had rightfully earned his title and place among the Sith. Perseverance in spirit and calmness in mind could be sensed in the great river of the Force, bringing stillness to its rippled surface.

Having his back glued to the cold wall, heels firmly planted on the stone path while the tips of his boots helplessly poked over the edge, the task of crossing the menacingly thin ledge became a mental matter more than physical; each metre gained meant growing outside influence pressing on his mind, meeting more resistance from the Sith Lord. Once the final step across brought him over to safety, Veles spared the gawking maw of the abyss one last glance before turning to the leading guide. The Force would show him the way – and for that the powerful Sith Lord shut his burning eyes closed and purged the malicious influences trying to lead him to his death, silencing their poisonous whispers in his head through concentration and focus on reality.

“Then it is our time to lead the way.” The amphibious man declared once his orbs opened.

Gripping the cane firmly, he walked down to the left. Confidence in the Force and mainly his own abilities pushed him forward. Needless to say, to tread carefully from this point onward became a necessity. Sly chirps still made their attempts to lead him astray, trip him over to his grave, while the voice of precognition alerted him to incoming dangers lurking beneath his steps. Darkness and danger went hand in hand

 

[Caid Centurion]

Post 2
Location: Halaban, Effekt
Allies: [member="Saki lin"] | [member="Miles Cormin"] | [member="Thresh Sken"]

As the trio of Ren advanced through the outskirts of Halaban, Ciardha was aware of a concentration of presences near what he presumed was the center of the city. Reports from the scouting parties and sniper pair dispatched upon arrival filtered in through the integrated communications devices within his helmet. His reply was not necessary as there were eyes on their position.

Ciardha and the others were merely part of an advance party, a probe into the society of Effekt. If things turned...complicated, there were a great many resources standing by to be called upon. The Council of Seneschal had indicated that the Supreme Leader believed the planet to be ripe for a...more authoritative show than most, respecting the display of power and technology. He conveyed these instructions to his apprentices, making it clear they should follow his lead.

Within a matter of ten minutes, the first few people could be seen emerging from mostly run-down homes. In the next ten minutes following, as they drew closer to the center of town, ruins of the Halaban Palace rising on the horizon, the increase in wealth became obvious, but the effect of time became evident. There was order to the planet, it seemed...evidenced merely in the fact that people seemed content to watch them traverse the main road.

By the time they had arrived at the outer perimeter of the Palace, they had gathered a rather large following. Before them stood eight men, armed with various forms of old technology and homemade weapons. Clasping his hands behind his back, Ciardha's metallic voice called out to the men. "I am Templar Ciardha of the Knights of Ren." There was no reaction...so the people of Effekt were either totally indifferent, rare but possible, or it had been long since they last had steady access to the holonet. "We have come to speak with the leader of this world."

Silence followed for nearly an entire minute before a single voice rang out from behind the armed men, whom moved to aside to reveal the source. "Yes but I have no desire to speak to you, Ciardha of the Knights of Ren, beyond the need to tell you to get off my planet."

Ciardha's attention focused on the man. "You rule here?"

The man smiled mischievously, missing teeth evident in his equally disheveled appearance. "Magnus the Great, First Lord of Effekt, and I claim dominion over all that I see."

Ciardha was motionless as he spoke a silent command directly into the mind of one his apprentices. Saki, kill him. Quickly.

 

[Sentiri]

Location: the Yalara Dam's cave/tunnel system.
Objective: 3 - find out if there is anything worth finding (but stay alive first)
Allies: [member="Rick Müller"], First Order Security Bureau, currently Ghosmal and Zamassir
Enemies: Gnashers
Post: 3

Sentiri leaned against the pile of rubble. The beast she had shot initially had managed to shake off a blaster bolt fired square into its skull. Had she fought most sentient species it would have been an instant kill confirm. But her instincts had not served her well. Non-sentient animal species often had thicker skulls than humanoids. The Deputy Director made a brief mental note to re-adapt her pistol techniques to different forms of targets at a later time.

Quickly, she returned herself to the moment. The gnasher that she shot originally began running circles around her while the one that had missed Sentiri during her roll quickly found itself dead at the hands of the nimbly moving Noghri; their physical prowess on full display. A slice at the circling gnasher from Ghosmal did little to dissuade the beast from attacking its initial assailant. On the other hand, the beasts circling became just haggard enough that Sentiri quickly assessed the creature's injury and pinpointed an opening for attack.

The stab had pierced the gnasher just below its front right leg. As a result, the left leg of the creature needed to compensate for the slight decrease in forward movement on its right side. As a result, the circles made by the beast were gradually decreasing in size. Sentiri needed to act before the gnasher struck as she would not be able to defend herself well enough from a direct strike, even from the injured creature.

As the gnasher made one more pass around Sentiri, she slid on her back using the rubble as a springboard to propel herself forward. The force of her movement was great enough that the gnasher did not have enough time to react. The Chiss woman glided across the ground right underneath the gnasher's path. With her pistol raised just slightly above her, she buried several bolts into the underbelly of the creature. The creature's momentum carried it beyond Sentiri before tumbling and collapsing into a heap.

Her adrenaline had kept her mind focused, but as the gnasher passed over her and the window of danger shrunk briefly, she could feel some pain coursing through her back. Her already tattered jacket and undershirt had ripped fully and Sentiri was certain she was bleeding.

Luckily her immediate threat was dead or dying.

[member="Valessia Brentioch"]​

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Yalara
Objective 2: Space station development
Post: 7/20

After the Maersk of Lanteeb loaded its delegation, for what amounts to a field trip to Lipsec (although understandably some stowaways may prefer to go to Effekt) the ship took off from where the delegation assembled. Dunames had to say, it was rather sizeable, the First Order Logistical Command spared no expense - after all Logistical Command paid the bills for Star Tours when effecting missions like these ones. Also the First Order was ready to pay the price to make sure the new conquests were kept in line. Before the Maersk of Lanteeb could take off, the delegation seemed to stand, cathartic, in front of the Noghri delegation that curiously looked at all the fineries that were sold on regular Star Tours flights as duty-free merchandise. Although the Noghri delegation numbered about 150, Dunames knew that the prisoners didn't buy anything, which meant that the duty-free shop was still stocked the same as it was when it departed its source of prisoners on Jiroch-Reslia; the Effekt people would probably want to lay their hands on the merchandise. Was it something that the other Star Tours ship present on Effekt do?

"Come to Lipsec and you can bring these back to your homes back on Yalara"

"Why?"

"You want people at all levels to come to Lipsec and be fashionable whatever the budget they have"

"Lipsec? What is there on Lipsec?"

"Lipsec is known as the shopping mall of the First Order"

 

[Isla Ashen]

Objective: 1 - Vianta's Last Expedition
Post: 3
Allies: [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Skjold Alexeyev"], [member="Avedia Lacroix"], [member="Boo Chiyo"], [member="Wolf"]

Isla’s bright green eyes were on their guide, she could feel that the woman was a bit flustered. It was almost amusing, and she felt the corners of her mouth tug upwards just so. But she did heed the woman’s warning, and Isla made sure to place her next steps with caution. As Isla approached the ledge, she turned so that her back was to the wall, and let her feet gently slide along sideways to bring her through. There were moments when the ledge felt too narrow, moments where Isla’s mind was telling her to turn back, but she pushed on. Doubt fell upon her like a shadow, and she felt it stabbing at her, whispering that she would slip and fall – and it would all be for the best.

She blew out a sigh when the ledge finally broke into a plateau, the ground felt stable beneath her again. Isla crossed her arms for a moment, recovering from the trek across, her mind becoming still and calm once more. Her gaze followed Helen’s hand, her finger pointed down to the left, but even she is not sure if it is the right way. It was Avreet that came forward and began to lead the way.

Isla would have been quite skeptical of the Mon Cal, had she not traveled with him before. She had seen his skills and power first hand, and there was now a level of trust that made her follow.

 

[Saki lin]

Post 2
Location Halaban effkt
Allies- [member="Caid Centurion"] [member="Miles Cormin"] [member="Thresh Sken"]

A odd place...minute they entered the town people started coming out to watch the trio walk down the main road, she looked around at the run down building then forward as she watched the buildings grow a nice show of wealth....yet that not mattered to her only her orders did

She gave a look back seeing some people following mumbling in their dialect and occasionally pointing, she looked back forward and stopped when her master did, her hand was near her sabers as she saw the armed men...with quote shoddy weapons

She listned as her master and the man magnus the great exchanged words...first ruler of this place huh...she perked up as she glanced to her master hearing his words in her head as she looked at the eight men...they had opened a straight path to him...for a lightning bolt that is

She started charging the bolt feeling her right arm tingle and pushing it down increasing the power at her shoulder then more at her elbow before she slowly pointed To him and grinned as she released a bolt of deadly lightning aiming straight for the heart....it was all done in at least five seconds....and would more then likely stop the man's hurt if not cause it to explode...and kill him instantly "

 

[Thresh Sken]

Post 2
Location: Halaban, Effekt
Allies: [member="Caid Centurion"] [member="Miles Cormin"] [member="Saki lin"]

We walked towards the epicenter of the buildings that radiated from the city. Locals gawked at us and stared. We paid them no heed. A group started to form behind us, and still we marched on. When we arrived at the outmost perimeter of the palace, we were met by a few guards, with whom my Ciardha Ren exchanged brief words. The ruler of the city appeared behind them, in response to the Ren's statement. Once he was done introducing himself, Saki lin unleashed a fatal bolt of Sith Lightning at the man. It surprised me, why she would do such a rash action, but then it dawned on me that she was undoubtably given orders, most likely by Ciardha Ren himself. I stood there, waiting to see how the entire scene would play out. The guards standing thunderstruck in front of us and the amassing crowd behind us.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 2

Pierce turned as smeone new entered the room. "Nils Brenner -- just the man!" said Pierce genially. He stripped off one of his gloves and shook hands with [member="Nils Brenner"] heartily. "Good to meet you. Pierce Fortan the Third. So this is the famous Nils Brenner." He touched his forehead as if to doff his cap, which he wasn't wearing. He turned back to [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"], shifting his body so as to expand the circle of conversation to include the newcomer.

"So, what's the story, Cap?" he asked von Brinkerhoff, his fingers smoothing his jacket, for lack of something better to do with his fingers which were itching for another cigarette. Perhaps he should do some sort of hypnosis to stop smoking. On second thought, he imagined he'd be about half as interesting if he was a non-smoker. Instead, he went over to water cooler and got himself a cup of the stuff. It would've been good with two shots of scotch, but it would have to do for now.

 

[Caid Centurion]

Post 3
Location: Halaban, Effekt
Allies: [member="Thresh Sken"] | [member="Miles Cormin"] | [member="Saki lin"]

Ciardha's even breath did not so much as falter at the actions of Neophyte Lin. Similarly, the eight guards seemed to have been paralyzed by shock. The crowd that had developed behind them remained mostly motionless, watching the public display of violence through lenses that had, no doubt, seen much of it in recent times. Ciardha had done an amount of research on Effekt before initiating this operation. If there was ever a world that valued strength and technology over all else, he'd not heard of it. Well...perhaps save certain Mandalorian worlds.

"Seeing as he can't see anything anymore, I suppose Effekt is up for grabs." The Knight of Ren paused for but a moment before his metallic, distorted voice touched the air once more as he gazed among the men before him. "Any objections to new leadership?"

Silence lingered for maybe five seconds before one of the guards stepped forward and opened his mouth to speak.

Immediately, Ciardha raised a gloved hand, causing the guard's body to levitate roughly a foot off the ground as the Force caused his internal organs to expand. Blood, snot, and spinal fluid began to drip from his body's orifices as the guard's body shook violently. Eyes bulged out of his head and the guard's abdomen began to protrude immensely until his entire body exploded from over-pressurization.

As the remains fell to the ground, Ciardha returned his hand to his side. "Anyone else?" Nobody so much as moved. "Good then. I think I will go investigate this new palace." As Ciardha stepped off, he issued brief instructions to Saki and Thresh. "Bring one of them to me inside."

The hidden command was simple, kill six and bring the remaining guard inside for a...discussion. For now, Ciardha was not worried about the regular civilians outside. Unknown to them, there was still a Stormtrooper unit capable of ensuring things did not go completely sideways and to warn the Ren of any approaching hostile force. Ciardha had a feeling that Effekt was far from completely won.

 

[Roderik von Brinkerhoff]

Objective 2: Starfighter Corps
Post 3
Location: 100th Fighter Squadron Ready Room
[member="Valessia Brentioch"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Ishana Pavanos"]

Roderik was cut off from his witty retort to Lieutenant Fortan III by the arrival of another flight leader of the 100th, Lieutenant Brenner. He let them banter it out while he looked back down to the podium in front of him.

It housed a small video display, currently connected to a feed on Honoghr station where the Noghri combat delegation were meeting with higher ranked representatives of the First Order's Starfighter Corps, among the other branches of the ever-victorious First Order military. Roderik watched and listened privately from small speakers, also built into the podium itself. At the first mention of the 100th however, he tapped a few controls on the podium display, toggling the sound to the ready room's speakers, for all the pilots in the room to hear.

"To the pilots of the Imperial's so-called finest, pilots. I am to announce to you the conditions of the games, there shall be three rounds of battle. One will be squadron against squadron in full force. You are to use non-lethal force in this round and in subsequent rounds afterward. Second shall be three on three in what shall be called the Dogfighting Round, lastly is one versus one which will be judged in two parts, efficiency, and duration. Do you Imperials agree to these rules? "

The captain deactivated the room's speakers, not bothering to broadcast the Starfighter Corp representative's affirmative response to the rules of the upcoming battle.

"That's what the story is, it seems. We're going three rounds with these Noghri fellows. All of us for round one, I'll figure out who will accompany me for round two, but expect that you've both been volunteered. Round three will be... Who else but the best pilot in the Corps, eh?"

He grinned boastfully and watched as more of the squadron's pilots started shuffling in. He expected his flight leaders to fill them in as necessary.

"The briefing will begin as soon as we're all here. Or as close to all as we can get. I'm sure nobody minds an in-flight briefing."

 

[Saki lin]

As she could confirm the target dead she lowered her hand with a cold calm look as she could feel the fear and anxiety from the remain eight that stood before the three....she feared not them for a anything stronger was a challenge to be beaten to get stronger

She listned again to her master...and then watcged as a man stepped forward then was picked up and body exploded...she felt a little blood hit her face a wiped it off before she looked to him again and gave a nod" it'll be as you wish master"she said as her sabers activated "you go left I go right?"she said to [member="Thresh Sken"] but didn't wait wanting to act swiftly and ignited her black blade as she reached out in a swift motion to the nearest guard and gave a slice at his mid section slicing him in two, surely by now the guards would start shooting...but against two force user with those weapons?....not the best idea

Post two
[member="Miles Cormin"] [member="Thresh Sken"]
[member="Caid Centurion"]

 

[Avicus DuSang]

((My apologies. I just saw this like 20 minutes ago.))

Post 1

An Executrix-class Star Destroyer jumped out of hyperspace, soon flanked by half a dozen Resurgent-class Star Destroyers. Followed by six Relentless-class Cruisers. The 2nd Fleet had finally arrived upon the scene. Admiral Avicus DuSang stood on the bridge of the Eviscerator, the Executrix-class Star Destroyer that served as his capital ship. He straightened his uniform as he lit a cigarette, stepping towards the communications officer.

"I want the fleet on Defensive Formation Delta Seven. Get all pilots to the hangars. Send the fighters out on Defensive Position Gamma Eight. Get me a full scan of the area." The communications officer obliged his commanding officer, and the orders were set out. The ships began to move around each other in a set style. Soon, TIEs began screaming out of the hangar bays.

"Get me a secure channel to Reprisal." The communication officer flipped a few switches, nodding to the Sith Lord. "Captain Graf, this is Admiral DuSang of the 2nd Fleet. I trust you saved some action for us."

[member="Tanomas Graf"]

 

[Thresh Sken]

Post 3
Location: Halaban, Effekt
Allies: [member="Caid Centurion"] [member="Saki lin"] [member="Miles Cormin"]

"Sure..." I started to say but was cut off. I dispatched my two with a quick telekinetic push, and walked over to the sole guard left standing in the center of where I and Saki lin were converging. "You're coming with me," I growled as I dragged him after me, and up the steps to where Ciardha Ren was waiting inside. What he needed a guard for, I knew not. But I didn't need to know. I just needed to follow orders.