Dominion Secure Containment Procedures | EE Dominion of Bursoll II

[Frontier Tenacity]

Deep within the slums of the forgotten world of Bursoll II, something festers. Away from the prying eyes of the galaxy, something alien, malevolent and lethal grows, slowly but surely, feeding upon the echoes of the countless victims of the Ssi-Ruuvi invasion into the Unknown Regions, gorging itself on all the pain, misery and destruction left behind on the planet's surface. Slowly at first, it awakens and reaches out, seeking warmblooded hosts, consuming their minds, feeding upon their life force and adding their knowledge to its own.

Too late did the local authorities notice that what was once a harmless single-celled organism has mutated into something else, something far more dangerous, twisted and corrupted by the echoes in the Force cast by those who died on the planet during those last, bloody days of the First Order. They tried their best. They really did. But with their resources stretched thin by the ongoing reconstruction efforts and without a clear understanding of what it was they were dealing with, their attempts to halt the planet's impending demise, were proven fruitless.

For what Bursoll II was facing, was no mere plague, but a sentient organism, a hive mind of sorts, one bent on spreading out, consuming all life and assimilate every being in the galaxy into itself. Armed with the knowledge of its victims and with a cold, merciless intellect, this Melding Plague, as it became known, responded to the local monarchy's attempts to cure it with swift, brutal efficiency, eventually infecting the entirety of the planet's administration, cutting off the head of the snake, then shutting down all transmissions from the planet in order to prevent the rest of the galaxy from learning the truth of what was happening.

Without a functioning government to coordinate a resistance effort, the planet quickly fell into anarchy and the plague spread and spread and spread...

Until a band of plucky, or perhaps merely desperate, survivors ventured into the planet's capital, fighting their way through hordes of infected in order to reach the former headquarters of the planet's military. Against all odds and at great cost to themselves, every member of that fateful expedition laying down their lives, they managed to reach their objective, briefly taking control of the planet's holonet relay and broadcasting a single, desperate cry for help to the rest of the galaxy, a short transmission containing all their knowledge about this deadly plague along with a very brief overview of the situation.

Picked up by several freighters travelling within the nearby Eternal Empire, the transmission made headlines in the local news, alarm spreading to every corner of Imperial society. For this deadly plague was not only sentient and hell-bent on consuming all life, but Force Sensitive as well and a single bite or scratch is enough to infect others, threatening to flood the entire galaxy with an endless swarm of monsters. Both the Imperial government and its greatest enemy, the Eclipse Rebellion, were quick to react, mobilizing all available resources to deal with this existential threat. Hot on their tails, the Black Sun criminal syndicate was quick to get involved as well, brokering a temporary ceasefire between Imperial and rebel forces, an unlikely agreement which all sides nevertheless signed up for. Regardless of political beliefs or lack thereof, they all understood what was at stake. And so, faster than anyone thought possible, task forces were quickly put together and dispatched to Bursoll II. On their success, would rest the fate of the galaxy. For if the Melding Plague was not contained and dealt with, nowhere in the galaxy would be safe.

Objectives:

Somehow, by any means necessary, the Melding Plague must be dealt with and in order to do so, a large laboratory has been set up on the planet by the Imperial forces. Staffed by some of the greatest scientists in the Unknown Regions, all pouring every effort into researching a cure, this facility is crucial for the success of the mission. Heavy security has been deployed in order to insure that the scientists can conduct their work, for once the Plague hive mind realizes what the expeditionary forces are up to, it is sure to assault this base with everything it has at its disposal, from small arms and civilian speeders, to tanks, walkers and starfighters. What's worse, every single infected individual is not only transformed into a mindless drone, but a Force Sensitive one as well, each one capable of unleashing unimaginable destruction. In order to prevent millions of drones infected with trillions of Force-wielding bacteria from leveling the research complex with some supernatural calamity, a security perimeter of Ysalamiri and Voidstones has been established, along with vast numbers of troops, starfighters and military hardware.

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Under no circumstances can this plague be allowed to spread beyond Bursoll II, for if this were to happen, the entire galaxy would be under threat. To this end, the Eternal Navy has established a blockade around the planet, with strict orders that no vessel is to be allowed to leave the surface, under any and all circumstances, regardless of who is aboard. Any ships attempting to leave the planet are to be shot down, immediately and without warning, holding nothing back and giving no quarter. Unfortunately for the servicemen and women aboard the Imperial naval forces, their mission has become far more complicated than they anticipated. For down below, the plague hive mind has identified the Imperial blockade as a threat to its objectives and thus, has seized control of every starship its drones could get their hands on, assembling a vast fleet of its own with which to engage the Imperial ships. Facing the relentless, suicidal attacks of the plague fleet, the Eternal Navy must hold its ground and insure that the blockade is not broken, at any and all costs.

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The last few uninfected survivors remaining on the planet, have assembled into a large refugee camp within a remote town away from the larger cities. Isolated, quickly running out of supplies and facing relentless attacks by swarms of infected drones, this refugee camp will swiftly fall unless something is done to defend it. Although protecting these refugees is not the Empire's primary objective, forces have been dispatched to defend it, along with any volunteers willing to help. This, however, does not mean that the refugees are safe, for the plague is cunning and single-minded in its drive to infect every living being on the planet before spreading out into space. And so, those deployed to the camp are not only facing the difficulty of managing what few supplies could be spared for the camp, but also fending off a siege by swarms of plague victims. And should the defenses fail, the refugees would quickly be overrun, adding their numbers to the already massive horde that the plague hive mind has at its disposal.

Objective 4: BYOO

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• Bursoll II​

 

[1st Lt. Garrek Kanos]

The metallic chevron shape of the Interdictor Class II Destroyer "Deceptor" loomed over the second moon of Bursoll, surrounded by a somewhat loose formation of cruisers, performing patrols from way point to way point, in routine shifts. Fighter squadrons also buzzed loosely in formations about the cruisers. For ten weeks this new regimen of mandatory patrols was updated into the briefings, ever since the quarantine went into effect.

Aboard the "Deceptor" bridge, although quiet and relatively uneventful, it had only been two days since the last incursion of the quarantine had taken place. Whether it was desperate occupants trying to flee the planet and out run the blockade out of the Interdictor's gravity well, or if it was indeed infected victims of that Force-laden disease attempting to spread their 'glorious purpose' amongst the rest of the galaxy, no one knew. No escort. No hails were answered. The "Deceptor" had activated the wells, and within seconds after the final warning and no response, laser fire converged from every fighter, cruiser, and destroyer in range, eviscerating it to derelict debris. The edge of that instance still cut through the atmosphere in the bridge.

The patter of boots along the upper observation deck, the beeps and clicks of switches along the many interface panels below in control alcoves, and the ever occasional MSE droid scurrying from terminal sockets to the main door could be heard under the voices of STC (Space Traffic Control) Officers.

And just like that...one STCO's exclamation to the CO on observation deck above re-intensified the air in an instant.
"General Stuur! Long range scans have picked up an incoming ship headed directly to system."

General Thadeus Stuur -- standing in typical Imperial fashion, hands clasped behind waist, feet shoulder width apart, gazing watchfully out the front triangular panes of durasteel -- turned on his heel and proceeded to the edge of the alcove where he was addressed. His weathered voice barked out impatiently. "Report."

STC Officer Rane looked again at his console, iterating out loud the details known as they came to him.
"Single small ship, has to be single occupant. Probably an interceptor judging by size and speed. ETA two minutes, sir!"

Gen. Stuur looked away from the officer back out to the deep reaches of space. "Long range fighter. All alone?" Normally, reinforcement requests involve two or more ships, consisting of freighters or transports and a small contingent of fighter escort. There were other scheduled arrivals requested by Vidalu Na'an , but they were coming from another quadrant and not for another day. Regardless, the procedures and precautions taken in their sensitive scenario were just the same. He snapped his steps briskly towards the center walkway and addressed his XO.

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Objective: Rendezvous
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Four hours.

It most certainly wasn't the longest jump Garrek had done. This was generously small compared to Coruscant's trek. Even with the Force as his ally, sinking into meditation in his cockpit, eleven hours was no small feat. He was in kind of halfway in, halfway out a restive meditation state. He needed it to calm his nerves. The trip he was making he knew was an ultimate test of his capacity. Either no one else dared, or no other Jedi was free to do so. He told himself it was the latter, and left the notion alone.

Despite that, he did know that it was Master Ful'drik that suggested him for this mission. In that, Garrek took solace and confidence.
This very much appeared to be a one-way trip to anyone else. But..Ful'drik was adamant that Garrek went. So sure of the success and outcome. The Force's mysteries couldn't be easily explained even after all the millennia it's been studied and experienced. The Masters Council had apparently agreed that a representing Knight with no wife or offspring should be sent, so that ruled about half the enrolled Enclave out. The other half, again, probably weren't free enough to do so.

Garrek sighed, giving himself one last push into his meditation. He reached out to his own Master, knowing full well he wouldn't receive an answered touch back, but just to show appreciation for all that he had been taught and given. [[ "...Almost there, Master. I am...at ease, and content with what I have been given.." ]] he lay reclined in his cockpit, breaths slowing and elated. The last bit of tension finally relieving out from under his shoulders and back. He didn't even know it was there until just now, and not a moment too soon. [[ "....Where the Force is..there is freedom.." ]] he felt his Master's presence, receiving the warm, and hopefully temporary farewell.

And at that moment, his navicomputer beeped and flashed its proximity alert, nearing jump exit. [[ "...See you soon, old man.." ]]

He leaned forward, propping his seat up behind him to assist his posture, and replaced his headset over his crown once more. He gave one last sigh of "Here goes...something.." the indicator beeped louder and more frequent, until it was a solid sequence bleeping out the console. He switched off the hyperdrive....

..and was immediately greeted by an impressive sized fleet looming evenly spaced over the orbit of the moon. He immediately opened a channel and brought his ship to bear directly towards the Interdictor, slowing down to standard speed. Not even three seconds after the channel was opened, a low, weathered and clearly experienced voice came through his comms.

:: "This is General Thadeus Stuur, of the Interdictor 'Deceptor.' You've entered a restricted quarantine zone. Please state your business and prepare to receive mandatory escort." ::

Sure enough, his scanner picked up not two, but four I-3A Lance Starfighters spearheaded towards him. They do not trifle with protocol or precaution. Garrek allowed himself a brief moment to be impressed, but not too long. Awkward silences would be worse than...well, just being audibly awkward. But he'd been in worse spots.

He thumbed off his mute on the mic. :: "Deceptor, this is 1st Lt. Garrek Kanos. Incoming from Takodana. Humanitarian relief and defense for the floral moon. Requesting permission to bypass blockade." ::

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Aboard the 'Deceptor' Stuur and his XO, Colonel Rorn Mern stood side by side watching their complement of fighters fly out to meet the newcomer. Quick deductions flashed about in both Mern's and Stuur's sharp recesses, conjointly. Mern broke his silence, yet kept his volume under the receiving threshold for the intercom receiver. "1st Lt rank...at least somewhat modest military experience," tilting his head towards Stuur, acknowledging the General's accolades with his next word, "..comparatively." Stuur chimed in with the next detail, keeping the same volume, "Takodana has..." Mern finished what he knew the General was thinking "..an Enclave of a particular sort." they both watched as the Lance fighters took formation around the A-Wing off its four corners at standard distance. "...and if that's not enough for mere deduction, the notion of 'humanitarian aid and defense' rather screams..." General Stuur forsook the lower volume, speaking back up at the receiving intercom, calling out the visitor for what he was :: "...A Jedi, in our midst." ::

Mern added a chiding remark, keeping himself obscure from the open channel, "Unannounced, at that..." he huffed, hinting a smirk of annoyance. ".....Typical."
Stuur ignored it.

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The Lance fighters took their positions before the General readdressed him. Garrek was going to admit to being a Jedi if it became necessary, but it did peak his wariness a bit that they already knew, based on ten seconds of dialogue. The EE in general tend to hold his kin in contempt. He made sure his response wasn't too delayed. :: "That is correct. I'm under orders to assist local factions an--" :: he was abruptly--and succinctly--cut off by another voice. One far younger than that of Stuur, that streamed directly into assertive tone, deep and deliberate.

:: "This is Colonel Rol Mern. Either your Masters are tired of you, see no further use for you...or are gratuitously confident in your capabilities. Because you undoubtedly are just by even being here." ::

Wow. Garrek could have been offended at such a discriminating remark, but they didn't know his Masters. The insult was hollow.

Nonetheless, the XO finished. :: "Let me make this easy for you. The planet, is a war zone. The disease is unlike anything this galaxy has ever seen, even before the tragedy of The Galactic Empire. It spreads by saliva into broken skin or any susceptible orifice, and the infected gain almost uncontrollable Force powers. If you go down there, past the stratosphere, you will not be allowed to leave the system.... UNTIL the threat has been completely and successfully eradicated; WHICH I am also highly just as doubtful of happening anytime soon. If you wish to die your 'noble' death, far be it from us to stop you. But, if you wish to adopt some form of sense even after your lengthy jump here, we are willing to drop the gravity wells and let you jump back from whence you came...back to your 'comfort.' You have two minutes to reply with your decision. Stay the course along the waypoints above our ship until you reply." :: The channel remained open, but their end clicked into mute.

Garrek just sat there for like, half a minute, if that, nodding with pursed lips. Soaking in what had just transpired. He was there, surrounded by those who swore fealty to whom most of the Council would consider a madman anyways, hence essentially calling him insane in turn. Sounded pretty moot when he thought about it. People are dying, and Garrek had a lightsaber. Two of them, actually. And he already meditated for four hours. .....okay, maybe three and a half by Ful'drik's standards. Now or never.

Before he even his the first way point on the dedicated route, he muted his mic, wiped his eyes and face down with one last big sigh, and unmuted. :: "Uh..yeah. General Stuur? Colonel Mern? I'm, uh...good to go.. Y'know. Down to..down to the s-urface. Save some lives..?" ::

Well, this silence is really long.

His comm channel clicked as the General's deeper voice billowed through. :: "Proceed to these coordinates above the base where you'll find Vidalu Na'an , the Eclipse Rebel leader. We'll do you the last 'favor' of telling them you're coming. The escort will remain until you hit atmo. ...Deceptor out." ::

Aaaand that was that. At least his neck and back didn't hurt. The meditation worked its magic. He was fairly calm through the jist of it. Just...awkward as hell. "True to form, Garrek. True to form..." he veered his A-Wing towards the planet's curvature on his horizon, and proceeded to the base, which may or may not be his last 'home.'...

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Back aboard the 'Deceptor':

Stuur and Mern both had walked to the opposite view port to watch the 5 small ships head towards the planet. Stuur, in brooding fashion, made one last request without breaking his gaze on Garrek's fighter until it was out of sight. "I want you to pull up any records of that pilot you can find. What got him promoted to 1st Lt., how many assailants he's dispatched..." and with one more sigh, "...and get me Kainan Wolfe ."

Mern, in matched brooding, as if he was Stuur's son, affirmed his superior. "It will be done, sir."

 

[Sterling Kinslayer]

• Wearing: Armor
• Weapon: Boomstick
• Companion: U'ihlr

Planetside of course, things were not much to look at. A single, massive base built with the sole purpose of holding back an onslaught of false gods. Something built hastily but with purpose, commanding respect from the Komo. Still, the massive base was far from anything resembling a noteworthy facility. From Sterling's perspective, there were about four landmarks to even note. A landing pad, barely in use and almost solely for the transport on-world of scientists, doctors, and more soldiers than he had thought would fit in such small ships. A research facility, where the smart ones locked themselves away behind extra walls in the hope that they would be sufficient to protect them. The medical facility, where he was overseeing and partaking in numerous emergency medical procedures to try and save the lives of gods know how many non-plagued sick and injured. And of course, the security walls themselves that somehow were meant to cut the false gods from their powers. How it worked was beyond his understanding, and something he wasn't keen on investigating.

After all, he was just here on Taozi Fuyuan 's orders. There were people to save, and save them he would. Even if he had to cut their limbs off one by one to do it. Which, honestly, was quite unimportant as of yet. They hadn't the opportunity to test whether removing a limb would stop the infection anyways, nor if that would result in a sentient limb throwing itself across the battlefield. Come to think of it, such a sight would be worth the risk, it almost made the Komo chuckle under his face mask, glad it hid his slight grin. It would do the patients no good to see him in high spirits, or at the least in high spirits about the situation rather than in spite of it.

He calmly plucked the last piece of shrapnel from his current patient, and set the flimsy tools aside along with the would-be deadly metal bits. The patient certainly wasn't done being tended to, of course, but the risk of the pieces digging deeper and puncturing a vital organ were all but zero now. He could leave the remainder of the operation to the other staff he had, who better understood what needed to be done regardless. He hummed to himself as he quickly cleaned himself, and strapped himself into his suit of armor. He had already spent too long outside of it, and could feel the chills creeping into his frame. Much longer and his arms would have been shaking too much to do anything with a modicum of control.

He felt relief fill him as the armor's temperature regulator activated. He was far too used to the desert and its wondrous heat... no matter how long he spent learning to tolerate moderate climates he could only do so for such a brief time. At least in his armor he could be safe and warm, though he hardly looked the part of doctor any longer.

Seeing as how he couldn't very well operate as he was, he opted to instead take a walk outside the medical area, watch the other soldiers, and more importantly reassure his companion high above of his well being. U'ihlr was not someone that should be left to his own devices for too long, especially split from his tamer. While he was not necessarily happy with him, U'ihlr was liable to start eating everyone if Sterling didn't calm him down regularly. As such, he made his way calmly through the base, up to the landing pad. Given U'ihlr's size, this was the only place large enough to accommodate him. After a time, the massive beast finally descended, landing with a great gust of wind from his wings as he did so.

Somewhere around thirty or so meters long, and about a third as tall fully extended, he wasted no time growling at anything nearby to get it to move away while Sterling approached. One hand outstretched, and placed on U'ihlr's head gently, reassuring him through subtle tail motions that everything was just fine. With the Ysalmari the two couldn't talk as normal, but they could still communicate easily in more natural ways.

Eventually he did pick up chatter around him of another ship coming in. Strange, the Eclipse supposedly weren't having more arrive just yet, and they certainly weren't Imperial or this would be routine. There wasn't much said about the situation, and he had no connections to the pilot 1st Lt. Garrek Kanos , so even if they had mentioned a name it wouldn't have meant anything. He kept an ear and an eye open, remaining focused on his companion yet cautiously aware of when or if this ship would make landfall.

 

[Lord Malleus]

Orbit of Bursoll II​

Spoiler: Background music

What seemed to be a white blade emerging from behind the dark side of the planet, the light of the system's star slowly revealed the disillusioned form of a large vessel. Its triangular shape, a manifest of an eternal entity who will always be there, honoring a dreadful ironfist of an ancient imperial authority who would rule the whole galaxy.

As it now the orbiting star destroyer completely exposed himself to the star, many other appeared, all forming a powerful formation summoned for the sole purpose to lock away the planet from the rest of the cosmos. If someone had enough will to percieve the aura surrounding the leading vessel, they would feel an enveloping pressure and anguish , as like the force itself was in fear of what have done by blessing the now grown up child with its power.

It was there, in the greyish interiors of the bridge, that the source of all that disturbance dominated. In the Tyrannical, an Imperium Ultima class star destroyer, there wasn't a leader but a will, from the engineers to the gunners, all the crewmembers subjugated and merged in the will of their former ruler, Commodore Malleus of the prestigious and yet infamous House Valkonnen. Such imposive and collective aura was a powerful spell that couldn't be achieved through the force, but with sheer amount of sufference and discipline, a power that the force could only admire in fear.

In the command deck, Malleus inquisitive gaze inspected the holoscreen floating infront of him. Its digitial lights shined on the lord dark armor, as he continued to analize the shape of a continent infected by a red and large light who slowly grew more and more as he watched. If it was for him, the entire planet would have burned in eternal flames, obliterating rebels, infected and pirates all together in a scorced red sphere of death and purification. But that wasn't the plan of the empire.

A female officer stood next to him, handling a long and fine stick she moved it with a precise gesture towards the reddish mass " We have positioned on the eastern hemisphere as you ordered. Scans have detected a conspicuous amount of sensors merging in one area, and after a more defined analysis we have discovered the source of them...". The officer slightly touched the light and the holoscreen reacted by expanding the region, showing dozens upon dozens of vessels of many different shapes merging in one point, coming from all the planet.

"Everything is going as I have foreseen." The deep and filtered voice of Malleus twisted in a small choir of words "Order the fleet to prepare for a long range engagement. Move satellite shields in position, to be activated on my command. Warn all bomber squadrons to be ready for rapid deployment..." Malleus voice faded in silence as he stared for a moment the screen aimlessly.

The officer stood there, waiting. Hellen wasn't new to his superior sudden silences, her blue eyes looked worried of what he could have percieved. "...Contact me Colonel Rol Mern of the patrol squadron immediately." The cold words of the twisted voice of Malleus echoed in the large bridge. "Yes Commodore!" Hellen turned and rapidly shouted the orders of her superior to the crew on the bridge.

Something more was happening, he felt it.

Spoiler: Commodore Malleus Fleet

Main Formation :
The Tyrannical, Imperium Ultima class Star Destroyer.
Storm-Wolf Class Pursuit Star Destroyer (x8)
Type-9 Hellfire Frigate (x10)
Overseer Class SICC (x2)

Patrol Squadrons (x2) :
Augrim Class Heavy Cruisers (x2)
Ardan II Class Flak Frigate (x4)

ATTN : 1st Lt. Garrek Kanos



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[1st Lt. Garrek Kanos]

Once gravity took its hold, Garrek felt his weight ever so subtly shift down into the seat as he entered the stratosphere. Inertia dampeners were standard but you could always tell. And that's when the fighter escort abruptly broke off. Not even a bid of luck or good favor. "So uptight..." In any case, despite now officially being bound to this planet for an indefinite time, he was all the more eager to make proper friends.

Traveling towards the coordinates General Stuur sent him, he closed the channel previously used with the Eternal ships and sent out a broad hail towards the Base. :: "Eclipse Base, do you copy? This is 1st Lt. Garrek Kanos, of the Jedi Enclave of Takodana. Requesting permission to land. Over." ::

He kept the throttle at a steady 100 knots, traveling well above an altitude the naked eye would barely perceive at first glance. He didn't want any unwanted attention.


Tags: Vidalu Na'an

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

Post #1
Attn: Vyra Silara || Ingrid L'lerim || Taozi Fuyuan || Sterling Kinslayer || 1st Lt. Garrek Kanos || Open​

The silver-haired man stood bowed over the communications console, listening to reports coming in from all over the planet, where Imperial forces were deployed. His once-pristine white uniform was stained with mud and smoke, his boots pressing more footprints in the mud-caked floor of the command building, brought in by countless officers marching in and out. No one was bothering with such trivialities as keeping the floor clean, anymore.

"OpCom, this is the one hundred and seventy-third regiment. Reporting ninety-three percent attrition rate. I repeat, ninety-three percent casualties. Executing tactical retreat as planned, over."

"This is the fourth tank battalion, twenty-eighth Ultranaut regiment. Hostile contact bearing nine o' clock. Looks like... plague zombies, some speeders, armored vehicles as well. Estimated number of hostiles over two million. Projected allied casualties over eighty percent, but we can slow them down for... two hours. Maneuvering to engage hostiles, over."

"Mayday, mayday, mayday! This is the seventy-second fighter squadron, we are being swarmed by kamikaze airspeeders, requesting additional support! Supply dropships are being overrun, I repeat, supply dropships are being overrun!"

"This is the thirty-fifth scout company, calling any available allied forces! We are being overrun by zombies and enemy vehicles have blocked our escape path! Requesting an artillery strike on our position, immediately! I repeat, requesting an artillery strike on our position, danger close!"

With a heavy sigh, the silver-haired man pushed himself off of the console he was leaning on and tried to wipe away the sweat off of his forehead, managing only to smear his face with ash. He hadn't slept for two days, since the operation began and the exhaustion was clearly visible in his eyes, but he couldn't rest. Not yet. Not until the job was done.

For the past two days, the Eternal Empire had been fighting a desperate delaying action against an unending tide of horrors. The brave regiments of the Eternal Army held to their positions, following their orders without question or hesitation even as they were being swarmed by single-minded foes, each one Force-sensitive and capable of unleashing unimaginable destruction. The fleet in orbit has had its fair share of issues to deal with, the enemy having already attempted several attacks with the same suicidal relentlessness of the attackers on the ground.

Normally, the Eternal Empire's forces would have had no issues engaging any foes. But this enemy was different. A hive-mind, able to communicate instantly over vast distances, directing its swarms of zombies with god-like precision, swarms which threw themselves at the Imperial forces with no regard for their own survival. There was little more even the Empire could do, than slow them down.

Of course, they could have glassed the planet. Ordered the ships in orbit to bombard it until nothing was left alive, but this was no ordinary enemy. The Melding Plague was sentient, clever and resourceful and if even one of the infectious bacteria made it off-planet, it would come back with a vengeance, better prepared, better equipped and ready to take on the entire galaxy. No, glassing the planet would not work. They needed a way to kill this plague for good and that meant a cure was the only viable option. That meant a research outpost.

That meant that tens of thousands of the Empire's soldiers giving their lives to keep the zombies from reaching the research facility. Twice, they had failed. Twice, the plague swarms breached through the Empire's defenses and attacked the facility itself. This was a clever, resourceful enemy, unlike anything else the Empire had ever faced before.

Suddenly, a screeching electronic noise cut across the comms as someone, no, something else sent out its call, a call uttered in a billion voices. "....Peace.... The galaxy will have peace.... The peace of the Melding... The galaxy will have peace... We hunger... The galaxy will have peace..." the message went on, until the electronic warfare specialists managed to jam it again. This was the third time today.

"And so it begins, the war to end all wars," the silver-haired man muttered under his breath. This plague was not merely biological, it was born of the Force. And to have it erupt so close to the Empire's borders... There was no doubt in his mind that this was merely the first shot. The opening salvo in the secret war against the Force. This was what the Empire prepared for, what he had dedicated his life to.

And the enemy would not succeed. Peace, in all its wretchedness, will never be allowed to spread its vile tentacles across the galaxy. Not while he still drew breath.

He pressed a button on the communications console, changing frequency and opening a channel. "General Stuur, this is the Emperor. Status report."

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

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Lori couldn't believe what she was hearing. The chatter flying over the different comm channels was at times either panicky, shocked or lacked any emotions at all. The emotionless ones she knew to be the Hierarchy of the Eternal Empire. From her experience, they all shared that same stoic demeanor, which was a far cry from her upbeat and goofball personality. It was no wonder that they were on opposite sides.

But not today. And agreement had been made. Although her identity of being a part of the Eclipse Rebellion had always been a secret, she couldn't help but realize that that would more than likely end today. There'd be consequences to that to be sure. But such a threat to Bursoll II must really be bad, otherwise the Eternal Empire wouldn't have called in a truce in order to get some aid.

The Jaster's Sparrow sat right outside of the blockade. It was small, much smaller than the Fleet in front of it. But that didn't mean that it couldn't pack a punch. Especially if there were to be any dogfights. The call to destroy every ship that broke the atmosphere was unsettling. But that was more than likely the best course of action to take when all hell breaks loose.

Tapping into the comms of the Eternal Empire Navy Fleet, Lori glanced to her co-pilot Arla before hailing them. ~Attention Eternal Empire, this is the Captain of the Jaster's Sparrow requesting permission to breach the blockade and aid in the fight.~ Worst case scenario would be that they'd be turned away. Yet another would be that Mitth'rae'leios was there. The two had crossed paths before and she wasn't looking forward to an encounter today.

Lord Malleus Kainan Wolfe

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Ingrid L’lerim
The Red Witch; Emperor's right hand; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard​

Location: Bursoll II
Equipment: White uniform | Black blade lightsaber | Red blade lightsaber shoto
Tag(s): Kainan Wolfe | Vyra Silara | Open

She read the files over and over. She knows perfectly with the Force you can do unimaginable things, but zombie virus? Come on! Who invented this, and why? She did not think that was a natural thing, someone was behind this and with the virus tried to weaken the Eternal Empire. Or just simple she works too much and that was why she became a bit paranoid. It doesn’t matter, millions are died, or more. They need to stop the epidemic.

Ingrid followed her emperor and empress to Bursoll II, they needed something, but she didn’t know what. This has not happened many times in her life, she was not good with virology. Of course she gets biology and chemical training, but these only served to kill more effectively. How is that possible at all? She asked herself, but she didn’t know the answer. The reports were disastrous, it looks to her, and the enemies were unstoppable.

<”How is that possible at all?”> she realized too late that she had said it, not just thought.

Just like the Emperor she did not rest since the operation began, thanks to this, her snow-white uniform was a little worn, and her eyes were baggy a bit. She eats caffeine tablets, cause she needs energy, she can’t rest yet. She hoped they would resolve this incident as soon as possible.

<”We need to find scientific mode to stop them before it is too late my Lord” she told her opinion.”There must be some antidote that will stop them…”>

There was no perfect virus, or bacteria, everything had to be a weakness. She hoped that the virus has weakness too. Until this, she waited for the status report from General Stuur too. Maybe the general has some good news. They were in great need of it.

​

 

[Mitth'rae'leios]

~ ~ ~

~ ~ ~
Aboard the Predator Chimaera
En Route To Bursoll II
~ ~ ~
​

Plague had struck.

Or so the situation on the planet of Bursoll II had been interpreted.

The order? Isolation. Containment. Quarantine. Blockade.

While the containment of the system had become a pertinent measure for a majority of the Eternal Navy, the Chiss had not yet set aside his measures in pursuing what had come to be known as the Eclipse Rebellion. He had not yet come to understand the full measure of this rebellion or the variety of members that constructed it's central structure.

It was within the relay of a particular message that the Chiss' attention was drawn to the system surrounding of Bursoll II for far different reasons than the plague itself. For within the message was the voice of the Black Sun Syndicate announcing their intent to issue cooperation between the rebels and the Eternal Empire for the safety and security of the system and all those that surrounded it.

The situation had escalated to a measure that demanded the attention of any and all forces capable. No longer, for the moment, did it matter which side you were on.

~ ~ ~​

Sitting back in his chair, poised to greet any and all communication that may come through on public or private channel, the Chiss' focus was disturbed by the sound of footsteps approaching his office on his private security feed. Moments later the Deathtrooper guarding the door relayed an encrypted message that the new captain requested entry to discuss news.

"Let him in, it seems out attention is needed," the Chiss breathed, pushing himself up from his chair as the door slid open, his posture taking it's typical regimented composure as the captain righted herself. She was a fresh recruit, young and with an ambition about her, but had been one of the top of her class that he had personally selected in light of his previous captain's failures.

"Admiral, we've received reports that the Bursoll system has escalated dramatically," she began, his head tilting slightly as she spoke almost as if he were testing her to say what he meant for her to say as he took a few steps around the desk towards her. "The Eternal Empire is making efforts to contain the plague with the help of any and all who are willing. Including rebels!"

Upon the use of the term rebel, a curious choice of term, the Chiss brow furrowed in a momentary confusion. Had things become so desperate that even the opposition was required to put an end to a potential threat? Perhaps the threat had reached a galactic safety alert that he had anticipated it might much sooner than he would have likely expected it to.

It hardly mattered.

"Order all ships to depart for the Bursoll system. We will be assisting the efforts there to contain this disease to the best of our efforts," he uttered as he made his way towards the captain with an indication for her to follow him. "Our orders as members of the Eternal Navy are to prevent any and all ships from leaving the system. While I am aware that our own people are down there, yours particularly Captain, I would have you understand that even our own are not safe from the eradication measure we must undertake regarding outbound craft."

As they walked, making their way to the elevator and up to the bridge, the Chiss could see a concern and discomfort splayed across the captain's disposition and expression. A native of Kallidan and to the recruitment program of the Eternal Empire, he could see that these orders had put her at a disadvantage. Yet he could see her fighting it at ever corner.

"This vessel is to remain cloaked upon entering the system, preceded by all other vessels in our command," he continued as the elevator reached the bridge and they exited just behind the balcony that he used as an observation deck. "I've been made aware that plague has made use of Bursoll vehicles and starships with the intent on attempting to break our lines, though to what effectiveness I cannot say.

However, despite this, I am sure that they hardly pose more than a moderate threat in that their intent is destruction and escape alone. I see no strategic design in their aggression or any sense of cautionary conduct. They mean to wipe us out, and so we shall wipe them out first." The Chiss paused, allowing his voice to trail as they stopped above the bridge. "Upon entering the system I want every hand ready to charge this vessels primary weapons, and I want each and every other vessel prepared to fire their own arsenal upon due preparation. This is a no quarter, no mercy, operation."

With that, his hand extending to dismiss her, the captain moved to the lower part of the bridge and began issuing the orders to the fleet.

Within a matter of minutes each and every ship was jumping to hyperspace en route to the Bursoll system.

This problem would be dealt with swiftly and smoothly; no matter how deadly.

~ ~ ~
Fleet Configuration to come;
ATTN: Lord Malleus | Kainan Wolfe | Ingrid L'lerim | Loreena Arenais-Valhoun | 1st Lt. Garrek Kanos | Vyra Silara | OPEN​

 

[Race Tolsen]

Location: Bridge, The Titan, Entering System
Immediate Tags: Mitth'rae'leios , 1st Lt. Garrek Kanos Lord Malleus

~~~​

Where there was once a beautiful world, with a thriving population lay yet another threat to the home world. This time, it wasn't in the form of rebels or of a rouge fleet or even pirates. Instead it had come in the deadliest and smallest form possible: bacteria.

Eradicating this menace could not be done with the mighty fleet, nor with the great army. Instead, the Emperor had decreed that both organizations would contain the plauge while the scientist and doctors attempted to find a cure for the disease. Alas, they hadn't even found a clue on how to solve this epidemic.

And it was at that point, that Race had taken command. The Sith Lord used the force to coordinate the containment efforts, strenghting the blockade and appointing his protégée second in command. At first, everything was going perfectly. That is until, a breach had ensued. The Interdictor hadn't interdicted and now the cre of that vessel had to answer to a fuming Sith.

"General! Why aren't you blasting that puny ship!" Race screamed. The force flowed strongly in him, his cordination technique was flawed by his anger. He then moved his hand, making a "O" which he then moved to the right.

"Launch fighters and target the ship with our long ranged weponary. General, your demoted. End transmission" he calmed himself. He could salvage the operation. He just needed time

​

 

[Vidalu Na'an]

Equipment: Shoto lightsaber, E-11 blaster rifle
Tags: Ingrid L'lerim | Kainan Wolfe | LE-03 (Leigh) } | Vyra Silara
​

Na'an stood at the top of the research facility's outside wall with a rifle in her hands and a familiar weight in her gut. The mask on her face--a simple cloth filter meant to keep the ash from all the fires out of her lungs--wasn't helping her feel entirely secure in this position. Neither was the fuzzying presence of the void stone stationed in the nearby guard tower. As she paced down the wall, scanning the outside streets, she shook her head to try to dispel the fog the damned relic seemed to leave in the back of her head.
If she weren't already convinced the Empire had...problems, their reliance on something worshipped by a damned death cult would have given her pause.

As she continued her patrol, she took a quick glance back to the guard tower, where Leigh had taken a stationary post. The Emperor had put them on guard duty at the wall, with the task of keeping the demarcated zone clear of drones while the important people inside worked on a cure to the plague ravaging this planet. For once, this was an order Na'an felt she could obey without conflict, but she had to admit she struggled with the idea of having Leigh up here on the wall with her. If they knew what she was...what she could do...

But no. They'd talked about this. Leigh would intervene if the Imperial scientists proved themselves incapable; otherwise, they had to keep playing the long game. She'd been hearing whispers now, about the mysterious Voice of Abbaji hidden at the heart of the Rebellion. Leigh was too important now, and if she gave herself away too soon more than just one planet would be lost. For now, they stuck to their firepower and defended the wall, and hoped that this disease didn't need a supergenius to cure it.

One or two drones were coming towards the medical center already, weaving unsteadily until their eyes locked on the wall. That wasn't a good sign; if a few were already finding their way here, it wouldn't be long before there were hundreds, and from the reports the more there were the smarter they got. She had to thin the herd before the main bulk arrived, or they'd be up and over the wall in minutes. Na'an closed her eye as she raised the rifle to her shoulder, and only for a moment let herself feel them. They weren't dead, after all--just sick, sick beyond curing. Even if the Imperial briefs called the infected 'drones', they were still people, from a certain point of view. She would be killing them; she might as well feel their life as they went.
It wasn't...a good feeling. The smell coming off them through the Force was thick, almost fungal, strong enough to almost make her gag. Their faces were twisted in all the same way, with eyes wide with rictus and loose gaping mouths. And their voices...you could hear the sadness in them, the pleading, the longing that sat in their guts like hunger. It was fainter than the constant roar that seemed to rumble the planet, quieter, but the timber of it was the same.

"....Peace.... The galaxy will have peace.... The peace of the Melding... The galaxy will have peace... We hunger... The galaxy will have peace..."

Na'an wondered what the Old Man would have thought of such peace. The peace of the dead, forced on these poor beings by a disease. It was a perversion of the lives they'd had before--of the people they could have been--of the Force that had woven them into the universe.

At this point, true death would be a mercy.

"I'm sorry," she whispered into the viewfinder before she opened fire. Her good eye remained shut as drones dropped, one-two-three, at the base of the wall. As she took aim again, she nudged the comm tucked into her collar with her chin, speaking into it as she took aim again.

"Leigh, we're starting to get arrivals. You've got the comms live? I'll need support if I'm going to keep this side clear without going hand-to-hand."

 

[LE-03 (Leigh)]

Tags: Ingrid L'lerim | Kainan Wolfe | Loreena Arenais-Valhoun | Taozi Fuyuan | Sterling Kinslayer | 1st Lt. Garrek Kanos | Vyra Silara
​

"Already transmitting. Although I would recommend discretion if possible, with our reinforcements. I cannot guarantee that they will be friendly."

Leigh was already blisteringly aware that guard duty would not make full use of her...talents. The droid had opted to take the corner position on the wall near the Void stone, leaving her partner free to pace up and down the wall like a caged animal. Likewise, she had switched her concussive-fire cannon to its strongest setting, and ratcheted her lower half into immobility. Static defense did not require legs, and she required the additional power for other functions.
Fortunately, by this point Leigh had other resources besides her medical memory to dedicate to such a cause.
Logically speaking, the research facility would be the key defensive point in securing the infection to a single planet. Any pockets of survivors could potentially be reclaimed, should the organics inside synthesize a cure; however, the facility could not be reclaimed if lost. This meant that every resource at her disposal should be dedicated to ensuring that the facility not be lost.
That being said...ensuring the facility's survival also meant minimizing the possible threat that would be approaching. Which, despite the Imperial briefs, meant that her protocols did not strip survivors of their priority.
There was also the question of long-term planning to consider. While the few open Eclipse members seemed to have agreed that this cause was worth cooperation, it was her responsibility to protect them as resources themselves. Bringing too many of them to the facility's defense would raise suspicion, while bringing too few would have...other consequences. Consequences that, should she voice them, would likely horrify her organic companions to even consider before the fighting had stopped.

Juggling such considerations would be tricky. She would have to delegate.

With a quick scan through her memory banks, she found and applied the decryption key to a low-range comm frequency marked only within her memory as "The Voice."

"Requesting support at Imperial coordinates 1526274.6-alpha. Situation not critical, but defensive point necessary for a decisive halt to infection. Proceed with caution, and prepare appropriate aliases--you will be working in close proximity with Imperial personnel on this one. Miss Arenais, I recommend you let another helping hand take this one."

She opened a secondary frequency--longer in range, but with only one recipient--this one marked "Rabbit." While the recipient was not a contact of her own, what she knew of them from her partner would make this an appropriate test of their utility.

"Miss Fuyuan. I believe you were told recently you would be given a chance to prove your loyalties. I am calling to collect on that promise. Transmit your current equipment loadout and location, and await instruction."

The third frequency required no such encryption or memory digging. As an ostensible Imperial possession, she had been installed with a comm frequency that, should it be activated, could open communications with nearby Imperial personnel. Which, in this case, meant the Emperor or someone close to him. This would be the first time she activated it; she did so with only a microsecond's hesitation--and a audio cycle to ensure her voice did not resemble the one she'd used on Abbaji.

"Si--security notice from the southern wall. We are beginning to mark hostiles approaching. Threat currently minimal, but it is believed to be first signs of a larger contingent. Requesting pre-emptive support."

It was with an easy practice that she partitioned her CPU into enough parts to monitor all three comms--along with a fourth segment dedicated to aiming and firing her cannon below.

​

 

[Broka the Hutt]

"Provide for the People"
In orbit of Bursoll II

Soon after returning to Hutt Space to get comfortable again, Broka heard of the issue on Bursoll II. After successfully ingratiating himself and his organization to the Imperials on Bakura, Broka felt his reputation with the Imperials would allow him somewhat complete access to the planet. His organization has been at work soon after receiving the word of the events taking place on the desolate, Unknown Regions world. Broka's Chelandion, "Grancha Nem'ro" (plus escort of small craft) came out of hyperspace adjacent to familiar ships of the Eternal Empire's navy. The positioning was to not signal a threat from the proper warships, but able to call attention nonetheless. When in doubt of the positioning's effect, the symbols of Black Sun and the Nem'ro Kajiedic brazenly show the allegiance of the newly arrived "fleet".

Meanwhile, in the throne chamber of the Grancha Nem'ro, Broka sends the following holo-transmission to the Imperial ships present (speaking in Huttese), "<To the officers of the Eternal Empire, I am Broka the Hutt. King of Jigguuna, Lord of the Nar-Shaddaa skyline, Mogul of Black Sun Syndicates, and Business Partner as well as Ally to the Eternal Empire. I announce I am here with a means of easing distress and panic among the native populous in order to make the efforts of the Imperial forces present easier, and allow you to focus on the Melding Plague and not have to worry about panicked locals. I request proper permission to land my craft at the largest of local settlements on the surface, and free passage to and from the surface and my ship in orbit. I will be sending the shipments to the surface as soon as allowed. I await your response.>"

After finishing the transmission, he signaled to servants to initiate the loading of the "precious goods" onto the landing craft that were destined to go to the surface of the planet. Normally, he would have discreetly sent his ships anyway, yet the Imperials were too valuable of business partners/allies to mess with. He had to ensure as good of relations with them as possible, and not sully his reputation with the officers and politicians of the Eternal Empire. Thus, he waited for a response from the commanders of the ships to allow him to send his "product" to the planet's surface. While waiting, bellow the decks, crates upon crates containing near countless bottles of a Huttese labeled, Blue colored liquid were being loaded by strong workers and droids alike.

Kainan Wolfe Mitth'rae'leios Race Tolsen Ingrid L'lerim Lord Malleus 1st Lt. Garrek Kanos

 

[Broka the Hutt]

"Provide for the People"
Still In Orbit of Bursoll II and on Bursoll II surface

In regard to the no response from the Imperial Fleet, Broka gave the order to his ships to go down to the surface of the afflicted world with the "precious goods" that were loaded onto the various landing craft. The landing craft made it down to the surface, and landed at one of the larger settlements. The envoy then began selling a "cure" at near price gouged prices. The desperate people flocked to the craft, and purchased much of the first load of stock. The "cure" is truly simple kolto with a glowing blue dye. It is harmless to people, but would not really cure to the knowledge of this. The most these "cures" could do, was possibly decrease symptoms, but it is truly unknown how great of healing these mixtures could do. However, from this, there was much less distress, as the envoys put in a good word for the Eternal Empire and Black Sun. These "cures" may not be as effective as any actual cure the Eternal Empire might conduct, but it has quelled most distress among the people of Bursoll II. Every day, the craft would land, sell the "cures" and leave at the end of the day. The envoys were also dressed in a hazmat attire when on the surface.

Kainan Wolfe Mitth'rae'leios Race Tolsen Ingrid L'lerim Lord Malleus 1st Lt. Garrek Kanos

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Ingrid L’lerim
The Red Witch; Emperor's right hand; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard​

Location: Bursoll II
Equipment: White uniform | Black blade lightsaber | Red blade lightsaber shoto
Tag(s): Kainan Wolfe | Broka the Hutt | Open

She still waits for the answers or the new orders when they got the hutt’s transmission. She unfortunately was not speaking hutt, so she searched for a protocol droid with her eyes, and when she found it, Ingrid called to herself. When the droid arrived she ordered him to translate the hutt’s words to her. But the translation is that it took too long, the Broka already sent the ships to the surface. It didn't bother her, she even replied.

”Here is baroness Ingrid L’lerim, the Emperor’s hand. Welcome to the system Broka the Hutt!” she tells.”We will not obstruct your ships, but I need to ask you… Are you aware of the situation below?” she asked.

She knows perfectly they need help, but the pride. The pride made everything difficult. She hoped the emperor would agree with her decision as to the Hutt. She thought through the situation quickly, and signed the officers to execute her order, and not obstruct the hutt’s ships. In light of this, they may have arrived at the right place. Until she watched the radars and scanners she glanced at the holoscreen.

”Thanks for your help Lord Broka, can you join us on the surface, or you will stay in orbit?” she asked again.

She doesn't know what can be better, another potential infected, if he came down, or he stayed in orbit. If they are in here, they need to evacuate. Maybe he can help, but if he stays there, he can’t do it in time, but if he comes down, maybe he can’t go to space again until the infection and pandemic ends. Hard choice, and yet… she wasn’t the commander-in-chief, the emperor was. But it seems he let Ingrid take control for now.

​

 

[Broka the Hutt]

The operations went without a hitch. Broka knew being hospitable was his best bet at securing good relations with the Imperials he would now be working with. Upon receiving a reply, after a much longer instance of waiting than his past escapade into the Unknown Regions, he then sent a response to the vessel that sent him the transmission.

"<I am not going to the surface at all given the circumstances down there. The men who are sent down there are in protective suits, and make no contact with anyone who has not gone to the surface. Sanitation has been well kept in order to make sure nothing spreads to my ships. I will stay in orbit overseeing my people's operations. These "cures" will definitely make the locals less resistant to the efforts of myself or the Eternal Empire. If you wish to meet me on my flagship, by all means do. I will be sending you the coordinates to the hangar bay that will be opened for any visitors. Of course, if you will visit, make sure you do so before you go to the planet's surface. >"

Ingrid L'lerim

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Ingrid L’lerim
The Red Witch; Emperor's right hand; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard​

Location: Bursoll II
Equipment: White uniform | Black blade lightsaber | Red blade lightsaber shoto
Tag(s): Kainan Wolfe | Broka the Hutt | Open

Well, he knows the situation; Ingrid nods at Hutt's words. To not go down is a very good option this time. But how long? What can they do? They can under blockade the planet, until they don’t start to attack the fleet. They can capable of this? She didn’t know that. Of course she heard the voices too, and it was all just, but not reassuring. She tried to not listen to them, not hear them, but it was hard to exclude them. That was the fourth time today. The message density showed an increasing trend day to day.

"....Peace.... The galaxy will have peace.... The peace of the Melding... The galaxy will have peace... We hunger... The galaxy will have peace..."

Why this message? She didn’t know, but it doesn’t matter now, pay full attention to the hutt. It was not easy when the man’s daughter did not sleep days ago. She eats a caffeine tablet again. Just a few more hours what she needs to bear, maybe the situation may weaken and then she finally can rest a little. The hutt!

”Understand! I think I still stay on this ship too. If the situation requires I’ll go to your ship Lord Broka. We are grateful for the help; I need to ask, did you bring scientists and doctors with you? We need to find the cure soon, the pandemic is growing out there. The message you can hear too, it arrives more and more densely. I’m not a scientist, but I think they are gaining strength. Maybe soon they can do anything, even drive spaceships… Do you have any idea how to solve the situation? For now I’m open to everything…”

She didn’t tell loudly just thought maybe they are already out of time, and the only and final solution is to entirely wipe out the whole planet.

​

 

[Broka the Hutt]

The response was somewhat what was expected. Broka has not heard voices from the world from his biology. His forces that have gone planet-side have reported strange sounds coming from beyond the settlement. Nothing too worrying for the operation, but enough to raise a bit of concern. However, profits are profits no matter how eerie the way obtaining them are.

"<You could call them scientists. However, they're not the scientists they expect. To find a better cure than what these "scientists" have made would be optimal. For starters, the hive-mind we face could grow in indestructible strength. For when you do decide to visit my flagship, the hangar I sent will be available. Until then, my forces will continue to "ease the worries of the locals.>"

The other side to Broka's worries, that is unknown completely to the Imperials, is that he didn't want the locals to get wise of the "cures" his organization is selling as a "periodic treatment".

Ingrid L'lerim

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Ingrid L’lerim
The Red Witch; Emperor's right hand; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard​

Location: Bursoll II
Equipment: White uniform | Black blade lightsaber | Red blade lightsaber shoto
Tag(s): Broka the Hutt | Open

She was proficient in many sciences, but virology was not among them. In fact neither is biology, of course she had the biology bases, and exobiology too; she needs to know how to kill someone, even if the target was an alien. But this undead plague was different. It was not even normal, the Force created it, if she could believe the reports.

”If the reports are true, the Melding Plague was not merely biological, it was born of the Force. I suppose it puts the whole thing in a completely different light. Right?”

At this time she felt again, she knew little about the things of the Force. She glanced at her master. She knows the Empire defended their interest with void stones and with those creatures… ysalamiri, them, so the Empire uses them. She thought quickly, she tried to approach the situation in another way.

”I saw hive mind droids before, or hive mind races. Sometimes it’s enough if we are blocking or disturbing their frequencies. Maybe, we can kill or shut down the central hub, brain this time, or the source, that can stop this madness?” she asked.

Maybe this was a wrong method, but an idea. And so far no one has said a better idea, so she tells it loud. Maybe nonsense, but perhaps something may come to their mind from this. There is a nexus on the planet? If it was, maybe they can destroy… too many if and maybe, and too few real facts.

​

 

[Broka the Hutt]

The suggestion made sense. Broka was rational. He did not have the typical experience with dealing with diseases, containing them, or ending a hive-mind. Therefore, he decided not to get in the way of the Empire's work on the planet, but would still sell his "cures" to the people of the larger settlements on the surface. After learning of how susceptible people may be to it, his landing craft was now entirely run by droids controlled by the larger ships of his "fleet". No living person will set foot from his ship to the surface now. It was for the sake of his own, and his organization's security (but mostly his own). The shipments came up and down, to and from the surface on a daily basis. They were selling well, and Broka's coffers were filling exponentially. It was clear the locals trusted his organization, and thus the Eternal Empire through his droids putting in a good word during the sales.

"<With all do respect, I'll leave the searching for a proper end of this to you Imperials. My organization's talents are best suited for taking care of the locals, and ensuring no resistance to your efforts. I assume you understand.>"

Ingrid L'lerim