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[Marcad]

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Journal Entry Log No. 149
Year: 860 ABY
Location: Hanna City, Chandrila
CT-3902; Corporal of Black Gohai Squad; 327th Star Corps
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The Galaxy is always changing it seems. Yeah, a bit obvious to write such a statement; in all honesty, that kind of change is something I was never trained or prepared in the slightest to deal with. Not me nor my brothers. Everything was so simple back then, at least for us clones. Let the politicians bicker around for reforming a policy, and let us hold the front lines that dared to challenge and disrupt the society of the Confederation. It was ignorant of us to assume this would be a course that would be maintained for decades or centuries if one was ambitious and daring. We didn't knew any better in the times of a stabilized Confederation, so maybe it was natural for us to be so naive that a building with so many repulsorpods could make so much changes with words and not a blaster. So much change for the disappearance of one man we swore an oath to, along with the government that was responsible for our creation.

So yeah, about change there's a lot on our plate and it's being piled up more by the hour. Not only do we have to fend off the traitorous Imperial Warlords that have fortified themselves in systems east of us on the grid, we also have to juggle with what's going on west of us. Naturally people rushed like a swarm of parasites to takeover the crippling and defenseless core worlds the Confederation built itself upon before crumbling down. Next thing you, a Republic was formed; from that another Alliance was molded and created. These were organizations and governments we were trained and told to be wary of back in the simulations of Arkania. These were the kinds of people that bred corruption and chaos while having a facade that preached democracy, freedom, peace, and order.

Not a chance I'll buy that pile of lies, but the people of Chandrila are so willing to eat it up. That's how toxic the Galactic Alliance is. The people have divided themselves, many of them screaming for a reform of government and be a part of the fold of the Alliance; others, in which are good men, have remained conservative and are content with the way things are.

How does it affect us? There have been reports that a protesting rally will be taken place around Hanna City, mainly the literal the stairs that lead up to the Senate Building. I only fear that this noise will give an excuse for the Alliance to send diplomats of their own to meet with the ring leaders of this movement. When that happens? Well, let's just say there'll be lots of pillars of smoke rising in the air.

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HANNA CITY, CHANDRILA
11:49 LOCAL TIME

The reports of this assembly came out to be true; luckily, a detachment of the 327th Star Corps, a company worth of one hundred forty-four men, was prepared at the break of dawn and moved out to the perimeter of Senate Building at the capital of Chandrila. Only infantrymen of clones and nothing else. Supposedly the central commander of the Corps communicated with the police sector of the Hanna City in which they were responsible in reinforcing with more men and a light repulsortank or two. Since the 327th Corps made Chandrila its base of operations in the theater against the various Imperial Warlords settled down in the eastern core territories, such as Carida and a few others, it was a sign of good faith that the 327th had its best interest in supporting the Imperial government of Chandrila. It was the only safe haven that did its best in practicing the actual ideals and beliefs of the Core Imperial Confederation.

But now that haven could be compromised with the Warlords and this resurrected Galactic Alliance. A war on two fronts it seems.

How did Dreist think of all this? He wanted to gun down everyone of these protesters and make examples of them, for attempts of undermining the rightful government of Chandrila; however, orders are orders, and their orders were to stand guard and only engage when the protesters acted out of line. No doubt a Jedi or some Alliance operator helped in training these protesters and be an advisor for them. How else would this all come to happen?

"Hey! Back off!" the clone corporal shouted at a protester as they were daring to trespass the legal boundary that separated the protesters from the stairs that led to the Senate Building; the heart of Chandrila's politics.

"Screw your mother, clone!" an old, typical insult being mouthed off from the same man Dreist yelled at. The clone looked at the many signs and was trying to comprehend the many words of different people in a disharmony chant they were saying. Not only did they want to reform the government, but they also wanted to see a lack of a military power on the planet.

Basically wanting the clones off from their world.

How mediocre and pathetic could they get?

 

[Dorian Sevanar]

Location | Chandrilla
Objective | Convince the 327th to Join Dorian
Focus | Marcad
Forces | 1 Modified Praetor-II Battlecruiser | 2 Pelleaon-III Star Destroyers

Chandrilla , one of the last Core Imperial Holdouts left in the Core Worlds. With the formation of the Alliance , what was left of the Core Imperial Confederation had fell apart , it's biggest remnant , the Imperial Directorate that seeked to restore the old Confederation at all costs. But even the Largest of them all fell due to the machinations of outside powers. Adam Versili had been contacted by his old friend Marlon Sularen to seek an Imperial Clone Trooper known as CT-3902 and his 327th Star Corps an old Core Imperial Unit to convince them to leave the planet and to join Marlon Sularen who had begun replenishing his ranks after the collapse of the Directorate by forming a new Group , the Vicondor Imperial Union.

However Adam had been warned of the potential presence of other rival groups such as the Zweihander Union thus requiring Adam to arrive at Chandrilla with a Small Flotilla consisting of his Praetor-II Battlecruiser and 2 Pelleaon-III Star Destroyers. According to Marlon's Politorate Agents stationed on Chandrilla , protests were spreading throughout the planet and if the Alliance caught wind of this once their senate session on Kuat would be over Chandrilla would be next on their expansion list. The 327th Star Corps would be decimated but if Sevenar could get them off world soon enough then they could join Marlon's ranks as Marlon had the same objectives as CT-3902 , to restore what had been lost and bring true stability and order to the Core Worlds.

Adam Versili's Shuttle then left his Battlecruiser and headed for Hanna City. As his shuttle approached the Senate Building , Adam Versili could see from the cockpit of the shuttle at how the citizens of Chandrilla were protesting against Imperial Rule wanting to get rid of the past and embrace the future and that future being the inevitable joining with the Alliance. The 327th Star Corps was supporting a lost cause here on Chandrilla and it would only be a matter of time before their enemies would arrive.

Landing within a nearby landing pad near the Senate Building , Adam Versili headed off to met with CT-3902 to talk with him. Approaching him he greeted him. "CT-3902 is it? I'm Grand Admiral Adam Versili of the Imperial Coalition a pleasure to met with you. I would like to discuss something important with you if you have a second to spare please." Adam Versili said. Though he wasn't a Core Imperial Grand Admiral this title had been bestowed to him by Shran who had led an Imperial Remnant before joining the Grayson Imperium. Though having been bestowed of such a title by the Acting Chancellor , Adam knew that there was some sort of legitimacy in his position as Grand Admiral.

 

[Marcad]

This was all unexpected for the entire world of Chandrilla, and its system. The 327th Corps was unaware of any intervention from outside, foreign powers; so when a Battlecruiser and two Star Destroyers entered the system, they were scanned and did not belong to the Corps or any affiliations to the current government of Chandrilla and its agencies. What could it be? The Galactic Alliance already sending a task force to desist the current Imperial regime and bring the world into its fold, appeasing the people that wanted an end to Imperial rule and be brought into the fold of democracy. Maybe it was an Imperial Warlord that wanted to expand their power and influence to Chandrilla, but they'd bring bigger numbers than three vessels. If Dreist had to guess, probably the Alliance.

"Corporal," the sergeant of Dreist's squad addressed him.

"Sir!" as usual and stood at attention, ready to hear for orders.

"The scanners have picked up an unidentified and unauthorized shuttle coming down to the surface, our squad will be responsible in taking care of this situation."

That was interesting. This foreign party showed up and didn't bother to hail the officials of Chandrilla? Pretty brave of them to show up here and not make any contact. What was more curious that only a shuttle was incoming from the this small flotilla.

No batteries or any other cannons fired at the shuttle, it came down peacefully. At the nearest landing pad, Black Gohai Squad went to meet this uninvited visitor. The man was dressed in Imperial attire, but did that made him friendly? Not a bit. What was really concerning was that the man addressed to Dreist by his number. How did he gain access to his file and information? Through a slicer perhaps? Dreist was only a corporal, no one in the upper ranks of the Corps' hierarchy.

"Hold it right there," the sergeant of the squad said with authority, readying his blaster carbine and aiming it at this Imperial Admiral. Dreist and the other clones followed suit. "You have stepped over the line. You trespass with a flotilla, come here unauthorized, and you wish to speak with the corporal of this squad rather than our marshal commander. I'm this close to pulling the trigger on you. No doubt you're one of those petty warlords we've fought against."

Dorian Sevanar​

 

[Dorian Sevanar]

Location | Chandrilla
Objective | Convince the 327th to Join Dorian
Focus | Marcad
Forces | 1 Modified Praetor-II Battlecruiser | 2 Pelleaon-III Star Destroyers

As he approached the Trooper known as CT-3902 , other Troopers moved forth to encircle the Imperial Admiral and encicle him. From what he knew these troopers had been hardened by the constant battles with other warlords probably mistaking him for one of the Warlords hostile towards them. Though he was a Warlord Dorian had focused inwards and rather then try to expand he focused on keeping control of his holdings on Carida despite having the strongest of fleets among the remaining Core Imperial Warlords.

"Calm down. I am indeed a Warlord but i have never dared expand beyond the borders of my realm in Carida. As a Warlord i have learned that it's best to stay with what you got rather then expand in which is a death sentence. With the Galactic Alliance right on your border there isn't that much time left before they mop up the rest of us and throw us into their prisons. That is why i have a proposal one in which might interest you. So would you like to hear my proposition." Dorian asked.

He hoped the soldiers would listen , the 327th Star Corps was indeed crucial to Marlon Sularen's plans in which Sularen intended to incorporate them into his new movement as a means to begin rebuilding and expanding once more. Marlon intended to correct the errors of the past and finally achieve his goals and ensure that no one would bring him down this time for he had big plans and if the 327th joined him they would profit alot from the benefits of the successful execution of this plan

 

[Kairi Leidias]

The Force works in mysterious ways....


This is one of them.


This never happened.​

 

[Marcad]

There was some annoyance in their agreement to being stationed on Chandrila. They belonged to the military of Chandrila under their agreement, but were a special division from the rest. The 327th weren’t politically savvy with maybe the high ranking officers understanding some of it. Dreist and his brethren were bred and created to fight for a purpose while accepting Imperialism. They lived and breathed it, and thinking folks opposing Imperial rule were anarchists. Marisa Kato, from the debriefings, was one of these anarchists that didn’t accept Imperialism; however, she was one of many people the clones swore to defend until their orders said otherwise.

“Miss Kato, this is a concern for the military, I recommend you leave this matter to us and continue to your other business,” Dreist said, acting as the second-in-command of his squad while his sergeant addressed to the Warlord.

“That is something for you to discuss with the Marshal Commander. You are to remain here in the meantime; and one more aggression act from you and I will arrest you.”

Dorian should already have been arrested for trespassing. In the meantime the Marshal Commander was contactes, hoping to get a response from him.

Marisa Kato | Dorian Sevanar​

 

[Cambria Zadira]

rubs the minds of all and deletes her presence

 

[Dorian Sevanar]

Location | Chandrilla
Objective | Convince the 327th to Join Dorian
Focus | Marcad | Marisa Kato | Cambria Zadira
Forces | 1 Modified Praetor-II Battlecruiser | 2 Pelleaon-III Star Destroyers

"I can call my ships off and have then head back to Carida if you want Trooper. " Dorian said in response to the Trooper. Then a young lady came in introducing herself as Marisa Kato and greeted Dorian Sevanar. "I'm Admiral Dorian Sevanar of the Sularen Association , Miss Kato. I'm here on a Sort-of-Diplomatic Mission to secure the support of the Chandrillan Government and the 327th Star Corps against a Orginization known as the Zweihander Union in which had become a recent threat to the Region , after they launched a series of attacks against my domain on Carida and a few neighboring Planets. I fear that Chandrilla is next on their attack list. Hence why i sent a small fleet to ensure that any attack force would be repelled." Dorian replied.

Dorian was surprised that the traditional Chandrillan House was still in power on Chandrilla especially given that it had survived the Core Imperial Confederation and the 327th Star Corps currently occupying the Planet. Nevertheless they could be a valuable ally for the Sularen Association given that they had not yet joined the Galactic Alliance though due to their proximity to the Alliance's Borders it would not be long until the Alliance came crashing down on this Planet , though yet again , Dorian knew that the only ones who would suffer would be the 327th Star Corps. However if Dorian managed to convince them to join the Sularen Association in their crusade against the ZU then it would spare everyone from the potential destruction the Alliance might bring.

The Zweihander Union was indeed an enemy of the Sularen Association and yes they had attacked Carida but they wasn't evidence of any potential attack on Chandrilla , hopefully. Though it was somewhat of a ruse it was a valid one given the fact that the ZU had forces in the region that could strike and any planet at any time. Chandrilla was indeed already in the middle of various conflicts though with the aid of the Sularen Association , they could get out of that mess without a scratch and hopefully they would see Dorian and his accomplices as coming to help them rather then an Invasion Force.

These were dark times but yet the light shined on the Sularen Association as it got back on it's knees slowly rising back up from the beating the Zweihander Union gave them. Soon enough they would be ready to fight back and soon enough they would triumph. It was only a matter of time.

 

[Placeholder 0128]

Curiosity was an enticing mistress. Her promises had proven to be poison on more than one occasion, but the Essonian was ever a slave to her vices. He'd been busy dealing with a small incursion of cultists on an old mining station carved into the side of an asteroid when he'd heard of Chandrila's current issue. Coverage of the events leading up to the protests had been playing idly on a holovid whilst he'd been in the process of collapsing the throat of one of the wretches.

Generally he would have ignored such trivial matters, but this concerned a world torn between what had become of his kingdom, and the shadow that sought to replace it. Despite what he pretended, Cedric had as much at stake in this as he did in any great change in the core worlds. Traitors aside, his loyalties remained with the people.

He bore similar markings to the veterans that guarded against the protestors. He marched along the edge of the throngs of ranting people that called for change, be it a shift toward the left or the right. His own place was somewhere in the middle, but as he peered out at the men of the 327th, he felt a kinship, a sense of understanding.

These men were warriors, and had sacrificed more to retain their way of life than most in the crowds could even begin to comprehend. They might as well have been his brothers.

Clad in decaying brown robes, he would have looked as a beggar, were it not for the small pieces of plate that poked out of the cloth. A phrik helm ornamented with religious symbols laced in gold was all that marked him out as unique amidst the poor and downtrodden. His arms folded about his chest as his gaze fell upon a particular interaction, one that seemed more important than the rest.

One of the soldiers argued with an interloper. The latter had that familiar air of nepotism about him. The pressed suit, the sterling white cape, he reeked of bureaucracy, and Cedric despised him for it. Then came a woman whom he assumed had some level of authority, given the way she walked into the conversation.

It wasn't his place to intervene, but he watched. Silent and motionless, the phrik-clad Essonian stared directly at the participants, his gaze hidden beneath the shadows of his cowl, and the helm beneath them.

Marcad , Dorian Sevanar, Cambria Zadira , Marisa Kato

 

[Cassian Tethus]

The Planetary Governor had an ace up his sleeve to prevent these protesters from simply storming the Governor's building and likely killing him in the process. The Governor had hired a rather obscure group of Mercenaries to oversee the crowds and prevent them from getting /too/ rowdy. A group of three warriors unheard of this side of the Galaxy, but known all to well to the Chiss Ascendancy. Three Members of the former 'Sons of Xzeench' Shock Marines.

Given the order by the Planetary Governor themself, Tethus, and his two fellow Marines stepped forward from the shadows and made their way past the opening delegation of the 327th Star Corps, and their gaggle of Bureaucrats. The sight of these former finest of Cathay would of taken the breath out of any who knew of their prior history, the bombing of Avidich, and scouring of Bogo-Rai. However, they seemed without proper military aim or purpose. However, they were an intimidating sight to behold. Two of them clad in the finest Catharian Power Armor, a bulky suit of heavy Ceremite and Duraplast plates overladen over a highly sophisticated exoskeleton, likely proof against anything the protesters might throw at them. The third, appeared to be far more lightly armored, with plates that only seemed to cover his torso, shoulders, and shins. The rest was presumably clad some kind of battle fatigues, and completely silent in operation. Unpowered. These three beacons of war stood a full torso and head taller than even the tallest Star Corps member, and held weapons unheard of. Slug Weapons, by the looks of it. In an ungodly caliber. Their armor, seemed to bear the signs of misuse and damage, repaired by shoddy hands with durasteel reinforcements and non-standard modifications.

Tethus was at the middle of the two Marines, standing at the foot of the stairs at full height with his helmet on, and eagerly scanning the area for any sort of major threats. He seemed to be taking orders from someone inside of the Palace, but the individual unknown. He was only here to pull guard duty, and nothing more. Anything for a few thousand credits.

They all wore the standardized heraldry of the forgotten 'Sons of Xzeench' Battle-group. That being Black, with Red Accents, but it seemed the Catharian Dragon typically visible on their left shoulder, was ground off, and replaced with a symbol of their own design. A Eagle, crushing a ship in its talons with the words: "Renegades" written in Aurebesh underneath. However, the raving crowd was suddenly beseeched with a thundering roar emanating from the helmets of these three squad members. An order. Easily as loud as gunfire from a blaster. It reverberated off the walls in a deafening roar and likely carried for miles in every direction. They sure had the attention of the crowd at this point

"Stand back. Do not pass."
Marcad Dorian Sevanar Cambria Zadira P Placeholder 0128​

 

[Kizar Okins]

Location: Chandrilla
Objective: Oversea evacuation of assets
Focus: N/A

Kizar was watching from one of his air speeders at the protests below, brandy in one hand and datapad in another. The former rear admiral simply chuckled as he watched government forces and protestors clashing. Unlike the others Kizar was here merely to oversea the evacuation of his assets as in the previous month Orkins Industries had landed various supplies to begin constructing a factory but alas, the current political climate threatened the construction and so they would have to pack it all up bring it home. He had brought two Teton-Class Cargo Transports along with a few of his personal security troopers. In the next system over his Vigil-Class Star Cruiser awaited them for escort as well.

His datapad chimed with a notification his ships sensors had picked up a Praetor-II Battlecruiser and 2 Pelleaon-III Star Destroyers hyperspacing into the systems. On top of that an Imperial style shuttle had reportedly landed on Chandrilla, and it seemed some ranking members of the government were present. At least Kizar would have something to watch while his assets were being evacuated. "CPL Divan, get us over to the landing pad but maintain distance. I'd like to have a look at what's going on." The pilot simply nodded "Yes sir. Also sir we have news from thre loading bays. It appears a group of protesters have mistaken our security troopers as part of the government forces and they are now blocking the area."

Kizar simply nodded before responding. "As soon as the protesters step out onto our property have the men clear the area with non-lethal force. Batons, stun grenades, I don't really care how they do it just get rid of these protestors." The CPL nodded and relayed the order to the guards on site. Chaos soon unfolded.

The security troopers had been backed into the private docking bay and as soon as they were given orders to disperse the protesters they did exactly that. Using their E-17s to electrocute the protestors and the butts of their rifles to beat them the area was cleared in a matter of minutes. Wounded and unconscious protesters to weak to escape were carelessly sweeped to the sides of the hanger while the rest of the group fled in terror, many of them injured. Orkins Industries transports soon began flowing through back to the hanger bay as if nothing at all happened.