Dominion Santuary Lost- EotL Dominion of Sanctuary

[Flame of the Lost]

Sanctuary…

For nearly one thousand years Sanctuary has stood as a symbol of peaceful resistance and civil disobedience. It has been a safe haven for conscientious objectors and the displaced masses of the galaxy since the first settlers landed. Today its peaceful history gains a bloody mark, with the Imperial ships blotting out the sun, and purge troopers trampling its idyllic islands.

The cause for this sudden invasion is that Sanctuary became a hub for Mon Calamari politicians in the wake of the Quarren Uprising. A large island refuge was given to the refugees of Dac who wished to avoid conflict on their home planet, in the hopes of regaining their home through peaceful negotiation. Today those dreams die, as the imperial forces take Spring Island, the home of the Mon Calamari refugees.

Objective I: Fire in the Sky

While the people of Sanctuary believe in peace and neutrality, their proximity to the Empire space has made defense a necessity. In response to Imperial landing forces, they have scrambled what fighters and ships they have in the defense of Spring Island. Normally such outdated and ramshackle defenses would be little more than an annoyance, but the existence of Galactic Alliance issue Turbo Laser cannons on the island impede our progress. Land on the main island and fight your way to the anti-ship cannons and disable them. Destroy these cannons only if absolutely necessary, as studying them could prove useful for weapons development.

Objective II: King of the Ocean

A notable Mon Calamari admiral has evaded us for far too long. He was able to escape the battle at Mon Cala only by the skin of his teeth, now he leads the planetary resistance against us from his flagship Crown Six. Along with the flagship are several frigates and support ships, making up the remnants of the Mon Calamari Navy, alongside what pitiful fighter squadrons the Sanctuary pacifists could scrounge up. Destroy this rabble and fill the seas of Sanctuary with their scraps!

Objective III: The Hand That Feeds

Being a mostly ocean planet, the resources on offer on Sanctuary are sparse. However, the kelp forests of the ocean world are beyond plentiful, making for easy access to food and plant matter. Historically this kelp has been used for everything from rations to fiber based clothing, even uniforms for the Rebellion. These kelp farms are a vital resource to the population of Sanctuary, and they will be ours! Transport ships have been launched from our Star Destroyers, and will be used to seize the local farms. Glory to the Empire!

 

[Kanni Ugaiya Kilran]

Objective I - Fire in the Sky​

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Objective: Objective I - Fire in the Sky
Location: Main island
Outfit: Assassin - Sable & Scarlet
Equipment: See sheet for basics [Ping me for specifics/questions if we engage in competitive PVP]
Forces: Pinwheels [Kanni's company of Galactic Marines]
Tags: No specific tags yet for her immediate location

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Spoiler: Music OOC

When Kanni Ugaiya first woke up in this universe, she was a bit clueless. Like a drakeling hatchling, she liked to think, because she could breathe fire in the sky. However, she was but a baby, really. An infant in a lab, grown in a tank, lived in a tube unconsciously. Yet, within her subconscious, in her dreams as she slept like a little lady in an egg, she grew with strength to the tune that best suited her maker, her creator, her father.

What did her father want from his daughter? She knew the answer inside of her the moment she was awoken. Serve. Father. It took her some moments to get adjusted. She had studied the faces of lab technicians who studied her. One in particular was a face she wanted to scrape away with a blade. Father didn’t let her, however.

She had breakfast. Father was so generous! He let his daughter gorge on bacon and eggs and donuts and cupcakes and coffee galore! And so much more! He let her train in the training chamber, killing and defeating her enemies all willy-nilly, oh yeah! Her shuriken took heads from shoulders in heartbeats and silenced hearts and brought enemies to their knees!

Then…General Velran Kilran…as he was known then…he…-sniff!-...actually adopted Kanni Ugaiya…as his daughter…yes!...he named her….KANNI…UGAIYA…KILRAN!!!

Now he was Emperor Velran Kilran. She was his princess, his serpent, for she had a bite quite like that of a Viper, so don’t mess with her! Weapons? Oh yes. As an assassin, Kanni had those. Blasters. Daggers. Axes! However, she was also her father’s own weapon. She had a shuriken (and thank you, Father, for it is glorious).

She could swing it! Had cleaved necks with it on more than one occasion oh yes let’s remember that one chamber during a meeting of the Empire of the Lost where Moffs lost their heads quite literally weeheeheeheeheeheeheeeeee!

Yet…at the moment…was just one question…

What does Father want from his daughter..?

Dropship in the distance. Hovers over a planet. Girl on a mission. Woman with punishment in her fist. End the defenses is her objective. Destroy the cannons only if the occasion warrants it. Yet, if Emperor Kilran wanted those cannons taken in one piece? OH BABY Kanni is gonna DEW IT.

Heck yes.

“Heh.”

She twirls her shuriken, flourishes her weapon, ‘cause Kanni IS the kriffing weapon, baby!

“TAKE US IN TO THE…THE…TO THE THINGY-MAJIGGY!”

She clicked her fingers in a bit of a jig as she stood ready to fly like fire from the sky in her outfit.

“KANNI UGAIYA KILRAN IS HUNGRYYYYYY!”

“Here are your cupcakes, my lady!” They were delivered by one of her troopers, Sergeant Somethin-Or-Other.

“YAY!” She ate. “Mow meh muh moo muh mymih!”

“General! Forgive us! We don’t know what you’re saying!” Said everybody.

“MUMOFFU? Fumo…” She swallowed. “NOW TAKE US TO THE ISLAND!” She pointed at the viewscreen.

“NO, KANNI! THAT’S NOT THE ISLAND! THAT’S A RESTAURANT!”

“Ofu?” Kanni sighed into the wind, suddenly thinking of false memories, as if she never existed to begin with, but gripped anxiety in her fist the next moment as the ship descended. “TO THE ISLAND, MY PINWHEELS! KANNI IS READY TO KEEL KEEL KEEL!”

 

[Vokeo Iga]

Objective II: King of the Ocean​

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Admiral Qath Vesro. He was somehow tied to the Belugan noble Bormo Grikt and the hit that had lead to the murder of the Kage Iga clan and the abduction of their newborn son by a Seyugi Dervish assassin. Vokeo was not exactly sure how they were related, and he couldn't exactly ask the dead noble, but it didn't really matter. He didn't really care. What mattered was hunting down everyone involved and letting his mother's memory rest.

Vokeo had managed to hitch a ride to Sanctuary and enlist a servant aboard the Crown Six. He was rather tired of servant jobs for disguises, but it was the best he could do in the circumstance. One had to do what one must to achieve a goal. It would pose a distinct challenge still to get to the Mon Calamari, however. He was basically just a low-level janitor for the lower levels of the ship and did not have clearance to reach any of the sectors where the admiral would be found. Still, that would not deter him. Vokeo was trained as a Seyugi Dervish, and he knew how to sneak about undetected. That, and the fleet seemed to be rather preoccupied with something... Something that the assassin could use to his advantage.

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TAGS: OPEN​

 

[Augustus Von Strauss]

Objective: II - King of the Ocean
Tags: Bella | Vokeo Iga (Indirectly?)
Currently On: The Anastasia
Fleet Composition:
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Spoiler

Vessel​	Shields/Hull Points​
Imperial Ten-Six Star Destroyer, Anastasia Imperial Ten-Six Star Destroyer, Erika Imperial Ten-Six Star Destroyer, Blanchette​	100 | 100 100 | 100 100 | 100​
Virtue-Class Escort Frigate, Confutatis Virtue-Class Escort Frigate, Kyrie Virtue-Class Escort Frigate, Lacrimosa​	100 | 100 100 | 100 100 | 100​
Rapax-Class Escort Corvette, Winter Wind Rapax-Class Escort Corvette, Torrent Rapax-Class Escort Corvette, Tristesse​	100 | 100 100 | 100 100 | 100​
Tacitus-Class Planetary Invasion Carrier, Moonlight​	(Will not be in system until enemy fleet is disabled or destroyed)​

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Spoiler

Anastasia​	Erika​	Blanchette​
Tempest Squadron (TIE/DL) - 8/8 1x Jagdhund Squad (Bella's Squad) - 4/4 2x Hund Squads - 16/16 2x Eradicator Squads - 8/8	1x TIE/DL Squad - 8/8 3x TIE/V Squads - 36/36 2x Eradicator Squads - 8/8	1x Jagdhund Squad - 4/4 2x TIE/V Squads - 24/24 3x Eradicator Squads - 12/12

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Augustus Von Strauss:
The blue of hyperspace greeted Augustus once more as he headed into battle. He was not on his normal ship, the Duchess, instead, he was on the newly retrofitted FIV Anastasia. She was forty-two years old at this point and desperately needed the retrofit. She was stunning now in her new armor and new-fangled weaponry. Despite having time for a full retrofit, the new design hadn't been tested yet, so this was its first combat test.

However, the Anastasia wasn't the only new technology being combat tested. In the hanger sat a few squads of the newest starfighters to come out of the Naval Corp of Engineering. The brand new TIE/DL, which was not much different from the regular TIE/D, but new nonetheless; then there were the non-TIE models, the Hund and Jagdhund, pinnacles of superiority fighting, or supposed pinnacles. After all, they were brand-spanking new, they passed the flight tests with flying colors and needed to be run through combat tests, and true combat would be the best test. The best test needed the best pilots, which is why Augustus was delighted to have the Baroness, Bella , herself with them on this mission. He was sad that she was no longer his flight control officer, but delighted to see her in her natural habitat again, a cockpit. He just hoped that his father wasn't talking her ear off.

Karl Von Strauss:
"...and that's the end of Augustus' first ever battle Captaining the Duchess. He did wonderfully except for the few points I mentioned before. Force forgive me, he'd probably strangle me if he heard me telling you this." His smile was contagious, as a few older technicians laughed as if they remembered the battle. Karl walked a few steps ahead of the Baroness, then turned around and bowed his head. "Once again let me tell you how refreshing it is to have you combat testing my design..." Karl said motioning to the line of three red fighters, "...although you won't be flying one of the red ones. The title of Baroness of the Empire deserves a fighter with a little something extra."

Karl walks over to the fourth spacecraft, it was covered in a tarp of the deepest black. Karl grabbed the edge of it and looked towards the Baroness, "Now this is something extra!" He pulled back the tarp revealing the Miracle's Jagdhund; it wasn't of a boring red coloration, it was of the most vivacious pink. He would let her look around the vessel before getting into the technical stuff, let her bask in the glory of her new ship. He would however, interrupt her look-see with a little detail that might go unnoticed. "If you look to the port side of the craft, just under the canopy you should see something." The words, no the moniker of the Baroness:

Miracle One​

"Sorry, it's not as fancy of a script as I wanted, but it's all I had time to do." He again would wait for a response from her, then continue. "Now let us get into the nitty-gritty details. I hope you don't mind but I looked into your file and saw you have a proclivity for missiles, so I had the techies load your model with two loadout threes." He pulls out a datapad and extended it over to Bella. "Loadout three is missiles only. Two missile tubes each loaded with eight missiles, totaling sixteen per pod, for a total of thirty-two for the entire craft, not including the two singular missile tubes located on the underside of the plane. Now I haven't done you the liberty of picking out your missile selection, you can request what you want with that datapad and the techies will be right on it." He looks over to a few standing around. "Won't you boys?" They stiffen up and respond with an affirmative then are straight back to work.

Karl whips out his forearm-mounted datapad, pushes a few buttons and the canopy opens on the Jagdhund. "Now hopefully you read the dossier on the craft so I don't need to rehash all the features." He says taking steps toward the cockpit, "Now for the combat test, I need you to push this thing to the max. I need to be able to see what it can and can't do. I'll be in the flight control center down here in the hanger, so if you have any problems or malfunctions, which I doubt, you and all the other Hund and Jagdhund pilots have a direct link to me. Now we should be nearing the end of our hyperspace travels so I would wish you good luck, but you're a Miracle." He bows again before walking off towards the control center an attendant running up to him with a datapad.

Just then klaxons blared: "Thirty seconds till the end of hyperspace jump. All crew, man your battle-stations. Pilots begin final checklists before takeoff."

Augustus Von Strauss:
No klaxons were blaring on the bridge, but orange lights were signaling the thirty seconds he had left. Orders stated that they needed to fill the ocean planet below with the scraps of Admiral Qath Vesro's fleet. There was no diplomacy to be had, it was destruction through and through, something he'd happily oblige. He'd learned a few things since his last engagement and brought along ships that would better suit the mission. He has corvettes for screening fighters and frigates and destroyers for everything else. He had an additional ship, but it wouldn't be too helpful during the first stage of this mission, so he had it waiting one system over, the 'it' in question was a planetary invasion carrier. Useful for invasions like this, but useless in a fleet versus fleet battle.

Then the light turned red, signaling ten seconds. After their jump there would be a brief moment of nothing as fighters were launched from both sides and ships began targeting ships. Augustus was also aware of the planet-class anti-ship weaponry on the planet side, he just hoped that the teams down there would take care of it before it wreaked too much havoc on his flotilla.

The blue faded into black and stars. "So it begins." The weapons began to turn, then space was alight with cannon and turbolaser fire.

 

[Skyria Kyrtan]

Objective : - III: The Hand That Feeds
Location: Sanctuary
Outfit: Tropical Jumpsuit
Equipment:

• IG-14 Blaster Pistol
• LO-09M Vibroblade

Forces: Pakuuni troopers (6), Quarren kelp wranglers (12)
Tags: OPEN

Skyria would have given her left hand and right foot to be part of any other mission on Sanctuary. The invasion force, or finding the rogue Mon Cal admiral were both much better suited to Sky’s talents and preferences. But with Moff Tane taking on the responsibilities of the Imperial Crusaders and out looking for a new stronghold to start building the Order into something to be feared throughout the Empire and the whole galaxy, she asked Skyria to take on more administrative duties on top of the military ones. It was flattering having the faith of someone like Teckla Tane but at the same time it was a lot to live up to, and new unfamiliar territory for the young woman.

The Moff had cut Skyria’s excitement when she reported the impending invasion off right at the knees. Sanctuary was immaterial to the Moff. It was just a collection of beings who weren’t strong enough to take what they wanted. Several plans had been ruminating in Teckla’s mind about how to deal with the rogue system, but ultimately someone else had taken on the dirty work. The Moff wanted to be sure that she would get her fair share of the goods that were recovered from the system. It was after all within her territory.

That meant Skyria, six of her Pakuuni troopers and some Quarren laborers were heading down to the planet’s “surface” to retrieve the kelp stores that made this planet valuable. Skyria was also supposed to meet with some of the local fishing cooperatives and see if she couldn’t build a relationship to be sure that at least some of what was taken from the oceans wound up in the Moff’s hands.

To fulfill these tasks one would think that Skyria would dress more professionally, but she had been told the weather was going to be quite humid, if she even gets to be on land, so she opted for an olive colored version of what she would normally train in. Her transport touched down on the first island they were to investigate. Skyria sighed as she stepped out of the ship, and was pleasantly surprised that the heat was not too bad. ”Circulate around. Make sure the kelp farmers know who you are and that they are to give you their current stock. Pay them low Imperial market value for the goods. I’m going to see if I can’t find what qualifies as a leader around here.”

 

[Bella]

Location: Hangar Bay - The Anastasia
Objective: King of the Ocean
Tag: Augustus Von Strauss

Now that she was fully recovered from her injuries, (mostly) pain free, and finally, cleared to return to full flying duties, Bella had a wide, brimming smile plastered across her features as she listened to Captain Von Strauss regale her with the tale of his son’s first time commanding the Duchess in battle. Such was the elation of her mood that the Baroness had joined in the laughter as well, even as the engineer shared some of the more embarrassing details of the story. Indeed, it seemed that fathers all over the galaxy took particular joy in playfully embarrassing their progeny and Karl was no exception to that. In that respect, the story revealed a softer, less assured side to the confident, stern Captain she had worked with on the Duchess during the skirmish over Drongar.

And yet, Bella found that her respect for Augustus only grew with hearing the story. Knowing that he had risen out from his father’s imposing shadow to become a talented commander in his own right, the Baroness was relieved to find that the lives of the officers, crew, and pilots assigned to the battlegroup were in such capable, practiced hands.

"...and that's the end of Augustus' first ever battle Captaining the Duchess. He did wonderfully except for the few points I mentioned before. Force forgive me, he'd probably strangle me if he heard me telling you this."

“I promise, I won’t tell Augustus that you told me the story. Though I can’t guarantee that I won’t tease him about it!” Bella added with a giggle and a playful smile.

From there, Karl showed Bella to her assigned fighter, offering her a datapad as he did. Having studied the specifications during the week before (and earned her certification to fly the craft via simulator training the process), the Baroness’ gaze was alight with excitement as the engineer approached her craft before pulling off the tarp, revealing…

Pink!

“How did you know that I liked pink?” Bella gasped, her eyes widening as they pored over the machine’s sleek magenta hull. “This is quite the design.” She continued, before running her manicured fingers over one of the wing pods. “It looked good in the simulator, but in person it is…breathtaking. Form, just as much as function.” The Baroness breathed, before giving the engineer an affirmative nod.

“I’ll push her as hard as she’ll go. And I will stay in touch, in case anything goes wrong or if I need assistance, But knowing the quality of your work…I doubt that I’ll be picking up that line. Good luck to you as well, Captain.” Bella finished. With that, the Baroness gave the engineer a bow in turn, before inputting her choice of missiles into the datapad—a mix of concussion, plasma, and Iadrium warheads. Then, setting the datapad aside, the Baroness sealed her helmet over her montrals before climbing into the cockpit of her Jaghund. Had Bella been taller, she might have found the cockpit slightly cramped, but the room (or lack thereof) was not a problem for her 4’6” frame. Thus, the Togruta slid into her seat with relative ease, before initiating her pre-flight checklist.

“This is Miracle One, initiating system checks.” She transmitted to those who were in her squadron and her assigned technicians. “Let’s get these fighters off the deck, people.” She added, now setting her focus on the objectives for the mission. “All signs, report status!”

Spoiler: Loadout

Craft: NCE-101b "Jagdhund" Elite Superiority Fighter

• Status
  
  • Shields: 100%
  • Hull: 100%
  • Structure: 100%
• Systems
  
  • Universal Jammer: Inactive
  • Electronic Countermeasures: Inactive
• Armament
  
  • Maser Cannon (6)
  • Ion Cannon (2)
  • AC-07 Verpine Shatter Autocannon (3)
  • Single Missile Tube (2)
    
    • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Concussion Warhead
    • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Concussion Warhead
  • Weapon Pod (2)
    
    • Missile Tube (2)
      
      • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Iadrium Warhead (8)
      • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Iadrium Warhead (8)
    • Missile Tube (2)
      
      • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Plasma Warhead (8)
      • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Plasma Warhead (8)
• Pilot Equipment
  
  • FAE/A-09 Anti-G Suit
  • X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol

 

[Garrdar Spirways]

Location: Hangar Bay - The Anastasia
Objective: 2 - King of the Ocean
Callsign: Castle One
Tags: Bella | Augustus Von Strauss | OPEN

Garrdar flew with the Baroness in the battle of Voss. He wasn’t sure if she had even been bestowed the title yet. But she was already widely known as “Miracle One”. The hot-shot pilot didn’t recall what he would have done on Voss to have his name called for a test mission in a new fighter, but after months of boring patrols in Core of the Empire, Garrdar was more than happy to answer the call. It had been too long since he had seen any real action.

Garrdar did a deep dive into the new "Jagdhund" fighter that he would be piloting. It was certainly going to be different from his TIE/IE, but the fact that someone trusted him with new tech was not something he was going to discard in favor of familiarity. He had piloted plenty of other models before settling into the cockpit of a TIE fighter. He might have thought that was where he would stay as long as the Empire was in command, but the one thing that was always for sure. Time changes everything.

En route to Sanctuary, Garrdar had managed to convince one of the Captain’s engineers to give him access to a simulator for the new fighter. It was bigger and more powerful than what Garrdar was used to, but it didn’t actually give as much speed or maneuverability. It would take a while to get the touch of things, Garrdar was sure, but he was confident that he would manage well enough. The call to the hangar sounded in Garrdar’s ear and he quickly suited up and headed off to see his new fighter.

As he arrived a deck officer handed over a datapad and asked for last minute input to the armament of his fighter. Missiles to be specific. Garrdar had already chosen the extra autocannon and three missile tubes as his wing weapon pod set up. Now he would choose what went into each of his missile tubes. Making his selections quickly he handed the pad back to the deck officer just in time to see Miracle One climbing into the cockpit of her pink fighter. Garrdar had to smile, she certainly had her style, and he wouldn’t fault her for it. Garrdar made his way to his own fighter. Colored in a much more conservative muted orange, Garrdar couldn’t help but give a wide grin at what he might be able to do in this craft.

Garrdar settled into the cockpit. Not quite as short as Bella was, Garrdar was still shorter than most, which quite often was a godsend fitting into a starfighter. The Jagdhund was no different. Garrdar had the room he needed to start up the fighter however and soon he was ready to check in. ”Castle One all lights green,” Garrdar responded to Bella’s call for readiness, a grin on his lips as he waited for the go ahead before jetting out of the hangar behind the Baroness.

Spoiler: Loadout

Craft: NCE-101b "Jagdhund" Elite Superiority Fighter

• Status
  
  • Shields: 100%
  • Hull: 100%
  • Structure: 100%
• Systems
  
  • Universal Jammer: Inactive
  • Electronic Countermeasures: Inactive
• Armament
  
  • Maser Cannon (6)
  • Ion Cannon (2)
  • AC-07 Verpine Shatter Autocannon (3)
  • Single Missile Tube (2)
    
    • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Concussion Warhead
    • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Concussion Warhead
  • Weapon Pod (2)
    
    • AC-07 Verpine Shatter Autocannon
      
      • 50 rounds of ammunition
      • Missile Tube
        
        • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Homing Misslie (4)
      • Missile Tube (2)
        
        • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Plasma Warhead (8)
        • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Plasma Warhead (8)
  • Pilot Equipment
    
    • Garrdar’s Flight Suit
    • DH-17 blaster pistol

 

[Velran Kilran]

Objective III: The Hand That Feeds

To say that Velran was fuming over the loss of Tion would be a dramatic understatement. Though he didn't show it to his Moff Council, Velran was fuming over the loss of one of the most Important planets in Empire. At first impulse, Velran wanted to execute his entire Moff council for their failures but after spending a night contemplating and talking with Ikris Kresad and Darlynn Arard-Milbon : The two pleasure slaves who he definitely did not buy, Velran decided the best course of action was to try a different approach in attacking his enemies. As eager as he was to retaliate against the blasted Sith, the Empire needed to take care of traitors who had a hand in giving Tion away to the Sith Empire. Velran spent weeks in isolation conducting experiments especially in anticipation for Sanctuary where there was not only an abundance of resources but also rebel scum.

He wanted to go full scorched earth on them but Velran didn't want to sacrifice the precious resources and Velran didn't trust his Moff Coucil to do the job. Why should he? They're the ones who messed his brilliant plan up. No, Velran needed to show these fools how it a genius would take care of rebels and he was going to go do it from the inside. "Hey Kanni!" Velran shouted on the intercom. "Baby girl come to my room I have a new assignment for you! Let the incompetent Moffs struggle against the rebels in space! What we're going to do is to actually going to win this battle!"

Kanni Ugaiya Kilran

 

[Kanni Ugaiya Kilran]

Objective 5 - Eat Pie​

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Objective: Objective A - Eat Cake
Location: A spaceship
Outfit: Assassin - Sable & Scarlet
Equipment: See sheet for basics [Ping me for specifics/questions if we engage in competitive PVP]
Forces: Pinwheels [Kanni's company of Galactic Marines]
Tags: No specific tags yet for her immediate location

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As Commander Kanni General Ugaiya Something Or Other commanded her troopers to head to the island there was an…INTERRUPTION! “Oofies.” Kanni rubbed her tummy. “Hold on, my Piñatas!” She suddenly had a more important objective than to keel. “Kanni is sick and hungry and sick of being hungryyyyyy…”

“PINWHEELS!” One of her soldiers corrected.

“Hem?” Kanni turned, looked left, looked right, right, left, side to side, trying to find the guy. “Who corrected me again?” She said with complete casualness in her tone but of course she could casually keel also.

“IT-IT-IT-WAS M-M-M-ME, KANNI!”

“Heh.” She grinned. Kanni promptly ran up and punched him and he fell back with a "WAGH!" Then she punched in the air in several directions to make sure her declaration was heard.

“OKAY! Now we got a mission! Objective II: King of the Ocean! So everybody listen! MHM.” Kanni pointed to the viewscreen again. “This is our target and we gonna get him, ummfy!? Ummfy! Admiral Con Malacari, wummfy. He’s a leader and we’re gonna go in there and what’re we gonna do!? YUMMFY. We gonna go in and gonna get him and we gonna make him wish he wasn’t a Mon Calamari! He thought he would get away from us! Yup! But now it’s so much worse! WE GONNA SMASH AND SLASH HIM INTO THE DIRT! VERY DELICIOUS O SO SCRUMPTIOUS YUMMY WUMMY!”

“GENERAL!” Shouted somebody.

“Fumoffu?”

“THAT’S NOT THE ADMIRAL! THAT’S A CHEESEBURGER!”

“AND THAT WASN’T OUR OBJECTIVE! OURS IS OBJECTIVE I!”

“I THINK MY NOSE IS BROKEN!”

Kanni looked right, looked left, left, right, and suddenly lifted her hands to her troopers as they shrunk back.

“OOMFIE EATING!!!”

"Hey Kanni!" Velran shouted on the intercom.

“DADDY!?”

"Baby girl come to my room I have a new assignment for you!”

“FOR THE EMPIRE!” Kanni did a victory fanfare dance and slapped a trooper in the back who gasped. “I’MA COMIN’, PAPA!”

So Kanni did as Daddy commanded and moved into his room.

Velran Kilran

 

[Velran Kilran]

Objective III: The Hand That Feeds

When Kanni Ugaiya Kilran opened the door to Velran's room, she was greeted by an inky black darkness. As soon as she stepped in, the lights turned on revealing a king-sized bed in the middle of the room, trinkets taken from Velran's adventures with Sicarius Hekate decorating the cupboards and tables. A bust of Velran was placed on the marble table on the far corner of the room, next to it was a small, dark greened pickle.

"Kanni!" Velran's voice shouted though he was nowhere to be seen. "Kanni! My baby daughter! Don't worry you may not see me! That's fine! But I'm in my room! The table! Come to the table! And flip the pickle over!"

 

[Kanni Ugaiya Kilran]

When Kanni Ugaiya Kilran opened the door to Velran’s room, she began to dance. There was TERROR in the chamber of her lord father, the EMPEROR. There was also great REVERENCE for his absolute sheer POWAH that would alienate a thousand Darth VADERS and let’s just forget about the insidious visions of Darth Sidious slash Emperor Palpatine for a minute because he didn’t even believe in hoverchairs with that cane of his. IDIOT.

There was a king-sized bed fit for a king, oh yes. Oh yes! Granted, this was probably where Kanni’s daddy took his floozy slaves to bed. Oh no! That was yucky, especially under the circumstances, given Kanni had murdered a few sultry servants because they were getting a bit too frisky with her troopers. WEEHEE.

Trinkets decorated the GREAT and totally MAGNIFICENT grand chamber of HIS MALICIOUSNESS the one and only EMPEROR VELRAN KILRAN who just so happened to be her FATHER given she was his adopted DAUGHTER and never mind a scientist who tried to deny this and lost his head in the process, oh yes.

“Kanni!” Came some voice.
Kanni looked for the noise.
“Kanni! My baby daughter!”
“Hum? Hellooooo? Father?”

He spoke further about coming to the table and flipping a pickle over. Oh Daddy, you are SO FUNNY! Kanni began dancing again! She did like games! Sometimes she played games with her enemies! THEY SCREAMY SCREAMED.

“I am here, just as you asked, my father, my emperor, my mighty might!” Kanni went to her knees before the bust of Velran on the marble table. “I shall do just as you command!”

It was a game! A play! A trick! A TEST. YES. He was testing his daughter, his successor, as to whether she was worthy to lead the peace, freedom, justice and security of his empire in the event he happened to get assassinated— ahem happened to pass away from food poisoning. It happens.

What did Velran Kilran know about Kanni Kilran?

He knew she was constantly endlessly HUNGRY.

So she promptly picked up the pickle and planted it between her teeth.

And she would then give it a mighty most appropriate most scrumptious -CHOMP!- and bite it in half unless interrupted that very instant.

Velran Kilran

 

[Velran Kilran]

Objective III: The Hand That Feeds


Kanni Ugaiya Kilran grabbed hold of the pickle placing the flawless, juicy, pickle between her teeth. Just as she was about to CHOMP, Velran's panicked voice filled the room. "NO! NO! NO! DON'T EAT THE PICKLE!" Velran shouted. "BECAUSE-" the Pickle shifted this time revealing brown eyes, a long nose, and a mouth.

"I TURNED MYSELF INTO A PICKLE!!!!!" Velran shouted with glee. "Just wanted to surprise you baby girl! Don't eat your father! Mainly because he's comprised of a poison that will render the victim unable to breathe. Don't worry baby girl! I've created you to be immune to all forms of poison, so you'll be fine! But I don't want to go through the painful process of regeneration before we get to our target!"

Velran paused as in lost in thought. "Aren't you impressed Kanni?!" He said with glee. "I've transformed myself into a regenerative poisonous pickle! I'm the first Emperor to ever become a Pickle! Isn't it grand?!"

Of course, his Moff Council wouldn't find it so genius, but what do they know? They all suck having lost Tion to the blasted Sith! "It's time for us to use bold and creative plans my dear daughter who can do no wrong!" Velran said happily. "My Moff Council is filled with fools stuck in the past! No matter how much innovation I show them, they always ignore me! Well guess what? We lost Tion! Freaking Tion!"

Velran spat on the ground, saliva landed splattered on the white carpet painting a green dot. "I figured instead of using direct tactics!" Velran continued. "We're going to the ground and we're going to assassinate the rebel leader by presenting him THIS PICKLE! And then as soon as he takes a bite of this delicious Pickle than he'll fall to the floor and the rebellion will be over!"


Verlan laughed loudly in front of Kanni coughing the process. "He will meet his: PICKLELY FATE!" He exclaimed. "He'll never expect to be killed by the Pickle Emperor!"

 

[Kanni Ugaiya Kilran]

“MOMF FUMOFFU FUMUUUUU!!” Kanni fumoffu’d with the pickle still in her mouth but not yet bitten in half thanks to a voice in her head. Quite literally actually oh yes. The words of her father resonated in her head as an echo. It wasn’t a lonely, lonely voice. Though she did have a choice.

Eat Daddy?

Take over as Empress and to heck with the Emperor?

AIN’T NO WAY IN THIS SILLY GALAXY SHE WILL EVER

The pickle shifted this time revealing brown eyes, a long nose, and a mouth—right as Kanni was about to bite down but, instead, it stuck out past her lips. So she was kinda just staring down cross-eyed at this pickle thing with a face on it and all of a sudden she wanted sausage and bacon and eggs and some yummy wummy cupcakes again oh yes!

“MOY-MIH!?” She didn’t want to get poisoned! Oh no! Poison was like that what time she had gotten drunk and had vomited somethin’ sommat outta her stomach and it was as yucky as those floozy slu—

Kanni spat the Pickled Emperor onto the ground the next moment. He didn’t seem to mind. He was just too salty for her and, while she drooled over her lord father’s powah, she didn’t want to do that quite literally as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand and was tempted to backhand one of them sultry sla—

“...Father…” Kanni lowered herself to a knee, tilting her gaze at Velran Kilran as she listened. He looked so small and green and so delicious from this distance. CHEESEBURGER. PICKLE IN A CHEESEBURGER. WOOHOOOOO GIMME THE CHEESY WEEZY PICKLY NIBBLY—

“You…are…”

She had that face you had when you were about to say ‘IDIOT’

“GENIUS!!”

Kanni scooped up the Pickly into her hand and cradled her father as if he was her baby which was kinda strange but hey so is this galaxy with Mandalorian shenanigans and Space Wizard Orders and bantha burgers so whatever.

“WE LOST TION BUT WE HAVE NOT LOST THE CRUMPETS”

Then again, her own soldiers whispered rumors that the Viper had long since lost her noggin.

“NOBODY SUSPECTS THE PICKLED INQUISITION”

Kanni promptly held up a finger to the ceiling, leaving the Pickly Emperor in just one hand as he laughed.

“Long have I waited…” -sniff- “F-F-F-F-F-For the day when my dear father would turn into food and decimate his enemies!” She promptly clapped her hands which meant her father fell to the floor with an unceremonious plop.

“WE GONNA WUMMFY THE NUMPTIES!” She looked around but suddenly couldn’t find her father because she wasn’t looking down. “Papa? Where are ya? What can I do to serve you? DID YOU LEAVE ME?”

She stomped her feet and hopefully didn’t accidentally stamp on her father.

“NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!”


Velran Kilran

 

[Velran Kilran]

Objective III: The Hand That Feeds

It wasn't difficult to transform into a Pickle, Velran spent time looking up Pickles trying to imagine what it's like to be one, how to appear as ripe and delicious for the gullible fools to eat him. It was then just creating the transformer. Akiya Orime protested Velran's ingenious plan saying that it doesn't make sense to transform into a Pickle in hopes that he can kill his enemies. Velran kindly responded by forcing her to clean all of the toilets of his Super Star Destroyer. It was a wonderful plan because no one would see this coming.

"Yes, baby girl It is genius!" Velran replied when Kanni squealed that his plan was genius. His daughter was the only one who could understand Velran's ingenious plans, her and Ikris Kresad . To the rest of the doubters, Velran will once again show why he saved the Empire from the brink of destruction through nothing more than pure genius and ambition.

"The Empire will bounce back from the painful defeat." Velran said. "Besides! The loss was clearly the Moff Council's-"

He couldn't get a chance to finish, Kanni in her excitement accidentally dropped Velran. The emperor screamed in terror unable to control his landing due to the fact that he didn't have any legs nor arms, just a handsome face that in a moment will be smashed against the floor.

"Oof!" Velran could feel his Pickle nose smash against the floor as he rolled onto the carpet. Helpless to the fact that he was unable to stop the momentum as the rolling slowed to a stop. "Helpless," Velran thought groaning as his face stared at the cieling. "I hate feeling helpless."

At least the worst was behind him, Kanni was just excited, she just needed to-

STOMP

"ARRRRGGGH! KANNI!" The next moment, Velran vision was obscure by the soles of Kanni's foot thwacking his Pickle face. Thankfully since Velran is a pickle he doesn't have any pain receptors, but that didn't mean he had to endure the hits.

"I'm good baby girl it's just that you gotta be careful for Papa!" Velran smiled. "Now take off your assassin's outfit because we don't want you to look inconspicuous. We're gonna leave the ship and head to the surface of the planet specifically the capital!"

Velran spat out more green spit struggling to maintain his balance. "NOW ONWARDS!" Velran shouted. "OUR EMPIRE IS IN A PICKLE! AND ITS UP TO ME TO FIX IT!"

Kanni Ugaiya Kilran

 

[Kanni Ugaiya Kilran]

Kanni stopped stamping and crying the moment she heard her father’s voice. Oh! So! No! He hadn’t abandoned her after all! Praise be to the stars who made the rain fall! Praise be the saints of yummy wummy candy! May they all enjoy the rest of their evening cooped up in trees sucking on candied gummies mhm mhm mhmmmm.

“PAPA!?” Kanni looked around, looked down, spotted Papa on the ground. -sniff!- “D-D-Daddy did I step on you!?” -SNIFF!- “F-F-F-Fawva! Kanni is SOWWYYYYYYYYY!” This was the end for her. How could she actually step on her father? No, not just her father! VELRAN KILRAN!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

NOT JUST VELRAN KILRAN

THE PICKLE EMPEROR

“I SHALL FORTHWITH COMMIT SEPPUKU FOR MY GRIEVOUS ERROR—”

“Take off your assassin’s outfit”

“OOFIE TO THE MOOFIES!”

Kanni twirled in a flourish and, as she did, her assassin outfit went -poofies!- only to be replaced with her civilian garments.

At her father’s next words, you know the ones about this empire being IN A PICKLE well his daughter could not help but chuckle. “I get it! In a pickle! Cuz YOU’RE a pickle! Oh my good lovely bad deadly Father-Emperor!”

Kanni picked up the Pickly and clutched him to her chest. Hopefully he didn’t need to breathe!

“YOU’RE SUCH A CUTIE WOOTIE VERY PRETTY GREEN DADDY WADDY AND I LOVE YOU AND I WANT TO KEEL MOAR ENEMIES FOR U”

Kanni kept rambling while running onward toward the exit. Unfortunately she spotted the mess hall on her way and it was up to her father to deter her from placing him into a cheeseburger with ketchup given she forgot who he was at that moment but whatever.

ONWARDS

Velran Kilran

 

[Bella]

Location: Sanctuary High Orbit
Objective: King of the Ocean
Tag: Augustus Von Strauss Garrdar Spirways

“Status acknowledged Castle One. It’s good to see you again, Spirways.” Bella answered, briefly recalling the mission over Voss as she worked through her pre-flight checklist. Garrdar Spirways had proven himself to be a capable (if slightly overconfident) pilot then, so it came as no no surprise to her that he had been chosen to the Jagdhund. If there was any pilot that she trusted her six with, it was him.

And yet, pressing her lips together with displeasure, Bella shook her head as she briefly faltered with the controls. She wasn’t quite as fast with manipulating the Jagdhund's systems she would have liked, but she had already developed a rudimentary muscle memory through weeks of simulator training. Now, it was a matter of refining it through repetition and hopefully, building speed. Of course, her reaction system implant helped greatly in that regard, but she was still nowhere near as fast she could be.

“Okay squadron, we have our mission objectives.” Bella began as her sharp-eyed gaze pored over the briefing in her HUD. “We’re going straight for the Crown.” The Togruta hissed, her tone laced with satisfaction. “Our primary tasking is to disable its engines. Once that is complete, we have the discretion to make an attack run on its bridge, should the opportunity present itself.” She finished.

At the same time, Bella gave a satisfied breath upon finishing her pre-flight checks, before warming up her craft’s engines. On cue, the Togruta’s features lit up when the vibrations suddenly reverberated through the hull, the machine seeming to purr with barely-restrained power in the process. From there, Bella waited for the deck crew to give the signal for her to launch, lashes fluttering with excitement as she did.

Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, it came.

Pushing forward on the throttle, Bella willed her machine out from the hangar bay and into the void. With it came the familiar strain of g-forces, but her body quickly adjusted as she vectored her starfighter into position with the other squadrons.

“Make sure to save most of your ordnance.” Bella directed via her squadron’s shared channel. “We can spare some for fighters, but we’ll need the rest for the Crown.” She added.

Spoiler: Loadout

Craft: NCE-101b "Jagdhund" Elite Superiority Fighter

• Status
  
  • Shields: 100%
  • Hull: 100%
  • Structure: 100%
• Systems
  
  • Universal Jammer: Inactive
  • Electronic Countermeasures: Inactive
• Armament
  
  • Maser Cannon (6)
  • Ion Cannon (2)
  • AC-07 Verpine Shatter Autocannon (3)
  • Single Missile Tube (2)
    
    • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Concussion Warhead
    • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Concussion Warhead
  • Weapon Pod (2)
    
    • Missile Tube (2)
      
      • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Iadrium Warhead (8)
      • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Iadrium Warhead (8)
    • Missile Tube (2)
      
      • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Plasma Warhead (8)
      • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Plasma Warhead (8)
• Pilot Equipment
  
  • FAE/A-09 Anti-G Suit
  • X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol

 

[Velran Kilran]

Objective III: The Hand That Feeds

"I can never be mad at my beautiful daughter!" Velran smiled looking at Kanni with happiness. "You can do no wrong in my eyes!" She wasn't the splitting image of him being the clone of Akiya Orime , but she had Velran's DNA which made her his daughter. It wasn't about what was outside, it was about what's inside and Kanni has the tools to be as ingenious as Velran. Maybe one day she could turn herself into a Pickle, or a Pumpkin or better yet: An Egg!

"Yes I am cutie Pickle!" Velran laughed when Kanni hugged him tightly. Thankfully Pickles don't have lungs so he being choked by his lovely daughter wasn't an issue, it was the lack of limbs. "I'll be fine," Velran thought. "Right now I need to be the perfect Pickle."

"Right Kanni!" Velran said. "Let's leave these losers to handle the rebels! We WINNERS are going to strike at the heart of this rebellion and kill the leader! Now let's get to the hanger and go to the surface!"

Kanni Ugaiya Kilran

 

[Kanni Ugaiya Kilran]

WINNERS! Velran said. WINNERS! Kanni repeated in her head. “Nuh-uh! I dun wanna cheeseburger!” She wagged her finger at the food server in the cantina-mess-hall-galley-something-or-other.

“How rude of you to suggest I EAT MY FATHER JUST BECAUSE I love llamas and the Huttball champion was a goner and THIS ISN’T EVEN THE SAME GALAXY AS THE PIG WHO LIKES TO LICK HIS KNEES!”

Kanni promptly noticed the kitchen server just blinking at her.

“I’ll take ONE CUPCAKE of your loveliest chocolate, my good friend, cuz they don’t call me Kanni Babby for nothing! WEEHEE!”

One cupcake later and Kanni darted toward the hangar and into the ship that would take her and her father to the surface of the planet so that the Pickle Emperor could deal great justice to his enemy as quickly as the Viper did as an assassin because that’s what Kanni was at the end of the day and neither the father nor the daughter played when it came to serious business of taking over this galaxy for the peace and security of the universe and this is a run-on sentence mkay.

"OH DADDY IT'S SO PRETTY!" The Pickle Emperor thus dubbed Pickler was kept in her shirt pocket with his head poking out of it so that he could SEE even if he didn't need to BREATHE. Kelp forests aplenty. Glory to the Empire! Only wasn't Objective III about the Hand that Feeds and not to assassinate the gremlin and less about assassinating the rebel leader? Clearly there was more to the story!

"PAPA PLEASE GIVE ME A KELP SMOOTHIE OR I WILL BANG MY HEAD ON A TREE!"

And they said VELRAN KILRAN is CRAZY!??!?!?!?!?!?!????

Velran Kilran

 

[Darth Rasnuhl]

Objective II: King of the Ocean

Allies: Augustus Von Strauss | Bella
Fleet:
6 Impetum Heavy Cruiser
1 Cynosure Nidus

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Darth Rasnuhl stood upon the bridge of one of his new Impetum heavy cruisers as it dropped out of hyperspace. The world of Sanctuary sat below, a beautiful blue marble dotted with specks of green. It had food resources that the empire needed now that they had so many refugees for Tion. And a dual purpose of taking out or driving further away one of the last great commanders of the Mon Calamari Naval forces. Before him the battle had already started between his allies and the remnants of the Mon Calamari Navy. And somewhere down below the planets orbital guns kept firing keeping him, and anyone else from landing a single larger ship to overwhelm them with troops.

No matter, time to engage. Walking across the smaller bridge of the Imperator Darth Rasnuhl stopped before the Holo Terminal, broadcasting to his ships "Bring our ships into range in the wedge formation with the Sandstorm behind and slightly above. I want the maximum amount of guns we can bear once in range." Truly it was going to be a test of his new Heavy Cruisers, one they hopefully will ace.

 

[Oola Ven]

Location: Spring Island - Sanctuary
Objective: Fire in the Sky - Destroy the Turbolaser Cannons
Tag: CT-2282 "Justice" │ Open!

Oola’s gaze widened with equal parts awe and anxiety as a viridescent-hued turbolaser bolt was launched skyward from one of the cannons on the island. The thought briefly dawned on her that the bolt was no doubt striking out at a target too far away to be perceived with the naked gaze, likely an Imperial capital ship situated somewhere high in orbit. For the moment, the Twi’lek could only hope that the vessel’s shields held, but still…

“Pilot, can you get us down to the island any faster?” Oola called out to the cockpit. However, the pilot only shook his head in response. Flying nap-of-the-earth to avoid AA fire limited the speed that they could go. While the Twi’lek was tempted to ask him to go faster, she did not want to risk a crash by pushing the pilot past their limits.

“Okay, troopers.” Oola said, before turning around to face the two squads of troopers in the passenger bay with her. The better to focus on what she could control, rather than wasting her attention elsewhere. “Remember the plan. It’ll be hot as soon as we touch down. Formation Aurek, you’ll advance first while formation Besh gives covering fire. We’ll rotate from there.” She explained. “I’ll be moving with the advancing elements every step of the way. And remember, don’t get lost! Is everything clear?” The Twi’lek glanced at her assembled troopers, who gave an affirmative oorah in response.

“Long live the Empire! And death to this rebel trash!” She shouted.

As if on cue, the transport lurched when it abruptly slowed down, before coming to a sudden halt. Moments later, the passenger bay doors popped open, at which point Oola moved to take the lead before sprinting out from the transport at full tilt. The frosty-white blade of her lightsaber ignited with a muted snap-hiss as a raised hand curved rebels’ blaster fire away from her with the Force. Then, as soon as she was in behind cover, Oola extended her senses across the immediate area, searching for any mines or hidden threats which might threaten the troopers under her command. Finding none, Oola gave a satisfied grunt and continued forward, before hurling her lightsaber through the air in the manner of a missile, aimed for a lone Mon Calamari trooper armed with a heavy repeating blaster. They were outputting perhaps the most significant volume of fire towards her landing party. Fortunately, the throw was delivered with all of the precision that Oola’s telekinetic lightsaber attacks were known for. Thus, the alabaster blade staked through the gunner’s skull to instantly incinerate his brain via exposure to a lance of searing-hot plasma, before being promptly pulled back into the Twi’lek’s grasp.

One dead rebel. And if all went according to plan, he would be the first of many for the day.

“Formation Besh, advance now! Justice, you have the lead!”

Spoiler: Loadout

• Oola Ven’s Bodysuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • B-11 “Gretis” Class Combat Boots
    
    • Netrunner Vibroshank (2) - Knife Sheaths
• Mirage Starlight
• IG-14 Blaster Pistol
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
  • Ammunition
    
    • Power Cell (5)