Shall the Cherry Blossoms Burn? (First Order Dominion of Atrisia [P-29])

[Sayd-Jai]

Location: Xam'chi, Atrisia
Objective: Kill FO Forces
Enemies: FO, Open to Interaction
Gear: SPECTRE Armor, SODD, Teki no Sairensā, Dissuader

My name is ruin,
My name is vengeance,
My name is no one,
No one is calling.​

He had to admit that he couldn't think of a more beautiful place to finally attain some vengeance against the Empire. The city of Xam'chi was quite the sight. It hadn't always been the capital of Atrisia, but it had certainly blossomed into the role when it became necessary for it to do so. If he had the time he could have explored it, but he also wasn't willing to expose himself before the Empire actually arrived. Yes, he knew they called themselves the First Order these days, but they were still the Empire. They were still the people who had nearly wiped out his people.

He and others had arrived on Atrisia more than a week prior. They had scouted out the surface for likely targets, and had agreed that the primary combat location for them against Imperial personnel would be the city itself. Undoubtedly the Force Users among the Empire would go for the Temple, but it was the regular rank and file that he wanted to target. The others might make different choices and that was their prerogative, but he wanted to kill officers and diplomatic personnel. He would make them hurt as they had hurt him.

In the shadows of a darkened alleyway he waited. His SODD wasn't relaying him any new information, which meant that either the others weren't in position yet, or had bo further information to relay. He wasn't acting in direct concert with any of the others so it wasn't a problem for him. His goal in all of this was rather simple, anyway: kill whatever Imperials he could get to. This wasn't the normal cover attack operation, it was a battle. Targets were opportunistic, not pre-arranged. They had no way of knowing who was going to be on the ground.

Having used the Force to take control of a droid, he had positioned it atop a building on the outskirts of the city. It would only respond to his beck and call and allowed him to keep an eye on the skies without exposing himself in the process. It was best to be cautious. Ubdoubtedly there were Alliance people still on the world that would put up a fight, but he wasn't worried about thrm. He just wanted to identify a valuable target and take it out, followed by anoyher and another for as long as he could get away with it.

Who knew how long the invasion would last.

 

[Konstantin Makarev]

Allies: [member="Rhun Trask"] | [member="Castiel Moncrief "]| [member="Hatori Ikari"]
Objective: Operation Rose Thorn
Post: III

Konstantin angrily stewed in the cockpit of the walker, as his subordinate silently waited for some kind of abatement from the tirade. It was a most curious, nigh, almost awkward silence which fell upon the four men. The colonel now chewed on a cigar, billowing out a screen of thick acrid smoke which blanketed everyone in the walker cockpit. The pilots almost felt like informing the man of the oncoming elite stormtrooper division's landings, but didn't. It was curiosity that drove that fear. How grumpy could he get? But instead, they rather opted for silence. "ETA in five." One pilot called.

Makarev leaned back in his command chair, and glowered, "I want a SITREP on the ground." He darkly muttered, "I want to see where about's enemy concentrations are, and how hard we may have to hit 'em." The colonel commanded. There was a pause of silence, as the trio attempted to create a briefing for the man.

After about thirty seconds, a map, holographically was displayed on the dashboard. The first pilot glazed over it, "Enemy forces are located in and around this canyon here," She pointed in what, from the distance looked to be a deep scar in the planet, but upon being zoomed in, became a large, almost cavernous gap in the ground. "Enemy fortifications and suspected outposts are located around the walls of the canyon. Intel believes settlements through the canyon have been converted to barracks and supply posts." There was a pause from the pilot, "But from what FLEETCOM has seen, the largest base is where majority of the enemy frigates and craft have retreated to." She pointed at the map, and gestured to it, "The end of the canyon." She paused, "We'll be deploying at the mouth to the East, and pushing in from there."

Makarev sat in silence as he contemplated the operation, as the vessel now began to descend, he turned to Schtoll, "Patch us in with the other units on the ground. Looks like this'll be one helluva slog." He glowered, before turning back and contemplating the map. Perhaps it was better there were going to be auxiliary scum running the show.

 

[Mythos]

Burn... Of course it would burn... The Fire of Atrisia would never be quenched, The [member="Spirit of Darth Vulcanus"] was still in the mountain. This Was where Cyril Grayson died, Graug still roamed the outskirts of Jar'Kai, the Vong still were undergounrd after [member="Judas Foster"] brought them here. If Atrisia chose to fight the First Order would bleed...

That... however... Was no longer in the hands of Mythos. He had relinquished his claim to Shoma by bringing the Yovsin's here. The ball as they say, is entierly in his side of the court.

Mythos felt the fear of his people from the gates of Jar'Kai several miles away from the great city. The city was walled, protected by a Droid armada of HK the lord of Abregado. Every inch of Jar'Kai was covered in Void Stone systems to suppress the great Miasma of Evil that laid dormant on the city. If the first order and their supreme leader got a hold of what was inside Jar'Kai all was lost... He told Shoma that already.

One messege would reach the Prince and Protector of Atrisia. [member="Shoma Ike"].

"You know what you must do. Send your armies away from the First Order and to the City of Jar'Kai. Help me reconquer the city and I will give you an Army that cannot die, I will give you an army that will crush any invading force on the ground. If you are to join the first order then do so with my power at your back. You know what you must do... "

That last part repeated itself like an echo inside a cave over and over again in his mind if he so chose to let Mythos stay there.


Outside the gates was a small but heavily armed unit of soldiers Mythos had brought, the 550th Yovshin Frigates, the Emperors fist, flew high around the wreckage of the rancor Star Destroyer at Shoma's command. This was the time the young prince had to chose how he would lead. Would he fight like Mythos did against an overwhelming enemy, or capitulate and bend the knee to the first order? Would Atrisia finally break? Or would it continiue it's history of defiance and kill millions of First Order troopers before falling... if it fell at all?

Once a long time ago there was such a thing as an Atrisian Empire led by Emperor Akio. If there was ever a time for Atrisia to stop being a commonwealth and regain the pride and power it once enjoyed. Now was that time.​

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

Location Hyogo
Objective: BYOO

She stood upon the high walls of Hyogo looking out across the expanse to the far cities in the distance. She knew her father was out there she felt the bits of fear well up inside her knowing how often he had died and come back.

She knew him well better than many others who claimed to be family or friend. She did not wish him to die again but she recognized that there were some things out of her control. She exhaled she knew they needed to protect the civilians. She needed to go to the Capital City and be with [member="Shoma Ike"] . But first to secure those here in Shiso. She wished for a moment that her riduur [member="Muad Dib"] was here but he had taken [member="Jia Darkhold"] on a vision quest of sorts.

"Hitomi gather the guards we must get the people into shelters. Then I must go to the capital." She closed her eyes and focused on the winds about her.

I am seeing to the people Father [member="Garith Darkhold"]

Then something slithered across the force and prickled her senses...something was coming, something familiar

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: Atrisia, outside of the Xiwangmu Temple
Objective: A
Equipment: Raiment of the Vigilant, Vader's Bane Lightsaber
Allies: [member="Marriskcal Lati"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Doran Ren"], First Order/Knights of Ren
Nearby: [member="Garith Darkhold"]

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Kyrel slowly entered the inside of the Mountain, He could sense the immense power of the Force emanating from the Temple. Kyrel felt it's call and followed it eagerly. He had imagined it now, a place once so revered by heretics and Jedi alike. Would now be a place for the Supreme Leader. Those that worshipped false gods, would now only worship their new Master. A Master that would save them from the despair and poverty they had long suffered, but with the guiding hand of the powerful and wise Sieger Ren. Atrisia would know nothing but peace, and security. As with all worlds within the Order. His blade illuminated the surrounding tunnels, the crimson blade asleep, not yet fully awakened by his Master.

Those with him, he could sense, covered in armor and masks, as if to bite off the freezing cold. Kyrel, however, was unaffected regardless. Not because his suit was able to survive in most inhospitable conditions, but that of his will. As the Steward of the Ren, He had sought to claim the Temple, and if he had his way he would see most of the inhabitants slaughtered. But unlike his primal and murderous urges. Kyrel knew that he had ultimately served the First Order, he was nothing more than a Mystic to them, only useful as a lap dog. As much as it disgusted him to always answer to men lower of him, he knew that the Order was not as barbaric as the Empire and needed to win the hearts and minds of the people.

As for the Temple, seeing as it housed living beings and now places to be claimed by the Ren, was a different matter entirely. Seeing the Temple and the town within his sights, the bitter cold subsiding for a more temperate climate. As soon as he heard the former Imperial Inquisitor, Seto utter that he had a bad feeling, he felt a tremor through the Force. Hearing the voice he stopped. Honing in on the signature. He spoke in kind continuing to step forward with the group, regardless of the warning. "I believe that is irrelevant. While this belongs to your people, this now belongs to the Supreme Leader and his servants. For we are his children, his will is our will. And by the will of the Supreme Leader this Temple, and its secrets shall belong to him, fortunately for you, you and your people, are now Imperials, and while Atrisia belongs to that of the First Order. We do not wish conflict, we wish to claim what is rightfully the Supreme Leader's and gain what knowledge there is. Any attempt at Resistance, and we will not hesitate to claim the Temple by force.. Now I am sure you are a reasonable man, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. None of us has to wield our blades."

He said emotionless, as the Ren stopped at the steps that led to the Temple, waiting on what the being would say, at this point there were two outcomes, there would not be any violence and the Ren can peacefully claim the Temple, or the natives resist, and Kyrel would take much enjoyment in taking the Temple by force.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Assault Boarding Pod | Frisal​

Allies: First Order | Opposition: TBD​

Objective: III, In Support of Operation Rose Thorn​

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Castiel closed his eyes, relishing the momentary high he felt as his stomach flipped. If the inertial dampeners failed, their organs would turn to jelly in an instant. None of it bothered him any more and in fact the soldier had learned to embrace these moments before the contact. Before the ground shattering concussion that would be diverted away from the interior - oh they'd still feel it though. Castiel knew all too well. Hundreds of deployments had taught the Sergeant how to move his body just so, how to feel the subtle shift as the pod neared the ground. It may not save him from every rough landing but it meant his knees and back would hold out just a little longer.

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"War is the domain of physical exertion and suffering."​

~Carl von Clausewitz​

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In a cacophonous chorus of grinding steel and grating machinery the assault pod cracked the thin crust of the world of Frisal. All around the surrounding landscape others had done the same, as if a thousand raindrops had slapped into the dust of a dry desert, puffs of dust and dirt were thrown skyward. It wasn't long after that a thousand angry auxiliary soldiers erupted forth like a hive of bees. They'd been given the best orders a soldier could have - no rules of engagement save one. Engage everything.

Their drop zone had been concentrated, or at least it was supposed to be, near a large canyon suspected to be a former Alliance holdout. However, as Castiel blinked and emerged from his pod it took him longer than usual to orient himself. *Dirt. Dust. Sand. Rock.* Rock. Something didn't seem right. In the momentary silence that filled the air around him it dawned on the Auxiliary soldier what had happened. *We didn't miss the target. We landed in the target.* In an instant the hair upon the back of his neck rose, a sensation that many combat veterans would recall after the fact, washed over him. A subtle sense that something was about to happen, that there was something amiss.

*CLAAAANGGG*​

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*CRACK!*​

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Instinct guided Castiel's next movements, his legs pumping as he sought cover behind the dinged hull of the pod. A freshly torn hole glowing orange caught his eye, the sound of the weapon only now reaching his ears with a violent crack. Someone had seen them, taken a shot at them, and thank fate missed. At least, they'd missed Castiel. As his eyes darted to the now open hatch he saw the mangled remains of one of the Auxiliary spattered across the interior of the vessel. Still strapped in his seat, the round had penetrated the hull and gone straight through the man's lower back and then disappeared somewhere into the deck plating. For a minute Castiel wondered if anyone else had been hit, an extra arm or two sticking out at odd angles from beneath the mess that had been the Auxiliary's innards - and then they moved.

"Thrall?" he asked in disbelief.​

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It was truly a wonder. The Thrall he recognized from before, now covered in mangle and gore sat there, staring blankly at him. Castiel snorted in amazement, the battlefield around him forgotten. Whatever demons this boy had sold his soul to were seeing to it they got their worth out of him in life. With a near grin the Sergeant reached past the gore drizzled boy to where the lifeless body of the Auxiliary rest, grasping the man's heavy blaster and pressing it rather indelicately into the boy's chest.

"Congratulations kid, this is yours now."​

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*It's dangerous to go alone! Take this.* The words of Castiel's Sergeant still rang in his ears from the first day he'd been given a weapon worth using. Now this Thrall too would have a chance to prove his worth, maybe even earn the rank of Auxiliary. *Let's not get ahead of ourselves.* thought Castiel, his mind returning to the present. Eyeballing a few outcroppings a few meters away, a plan began to form in his mind. They were out in the open, walled in between each side of the canyon and they only had two ways to go - both looking like bad options as their small piece of cover began to draw more attention in the form of weapons fire. He only needed another few seconds, then he'd be ready to move - and the kid had better be with him.

"Stay on my ass. Or it's yours." he growled without even looking whether the boy had moved.​

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[member="Konstantin Makarev"] | [member="Hatori Ikari"] | [member="Robogeber"] | [member="The Major"]​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

BYOO
Aboard the FIV Concordia

Perched on the outskirts of the Atrisia system, FIV Concordia was gleaming, almost like new. Freshly polished, with a fresh coat of paint, its crimson stripes were vivid against the Imperial grey of the rest of the hull. According to the long-established galactic custom, the markings denoted the Concordia as a diplomatic vessel. While the ship fairly bristled with weaponry, as a Resurgent-class Star Destroyer necessarily would, and it had seen its fair share of battle -- all victories, the Grand Moff was proud to observe -- it was primarily a diplomatic tool, designed to entertain foreign dignitaries, impress them and, yes, intimidate them. But it was also capable of putting up a tremendous show, of pomp and ceremony.

The newly refurbished ship, polished to a high gloss and refitted with the most luxurious furnishings, would serve as the perfect place to sign the articles of membership into the First Order for the system. The Grand Moff was willing to extend a great deal of latitude to the Atrisians if they chose to cooperate. Their annexation into the First Order was already assured; all that was left to be decided is how much it would hurt the Atrisians and how much it would cost the First Order in blood and treasure to make it so. Natasi hoped that it wouldn't come to that; destruction for the sake of destruction, or to draw out the inevitable.

Natasi considered all of this, and much else, as the turbolift arrived at the main bridge. She strolled forward and greeted Captain [member="Kou'ha Escala"] with a nod. "Captain Escala," she said pleasantly, clasping her hands behind her back and observing the bustle of the bridge crew. "Please direct the communications crew to begin broadcasting on diplomatic channels. Open invitation to diplomatic personnel aboard the Concordia." She unclasped her hands and smoothed the black fabric of her structured black dress, to which her rank badge was pinned in pride of place. "How is she performing, Captain? I trust everything is in order."

 

[Kou'ha Escala]

Captain
BYOO
Equipment | Uniform, Code Cylinder, Blaster Pistol
Location | Command Bridge of FIV Concordia, Atrisian Space
Allies | [member="Natasi Fortan"], [member="Gromm Cardan"], [member="Robogeber"], First Order
In communications with | [member="Junko Ike"], [member="Shoma Ike"], Atrisia
Status | Opening diplomatic channels with Xiaolang Palace

[SIZE=11pt]FIV Concordia and Battlegroup Nebula were amongst the last of the First Order fleets to enter into Atrisian orbit. Though they remained at the edge of the system, every vessel in the group were on high alert for any signs of hostility. While the Grand Moff Natasi Fortan was willing to open a diplomatic channel to its people, none of the naval officers trusted the Atrisians to come to the table in peace, not after the strong statement released by Prince Shoma Ike of Xiaolang Palace. Though it remained quiet on their position, Kou’ha stood by the strategic display, his eyes following the progress of the vanguard fleet deployed to subjugate Frisal's defense stations.

“Captain, Her Excellency the Grand Moff is on her way to the command bridge.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Epicanthix thanked the deck officer in question, gesturing for his XO to accompany him to receive the lady as she stepped out of the turbolift. He lengthened his steps, so that he could meet her midway of the aisle that cut through the crew pit. “Your Excellency,” the Epicanthix replied her with a polite greeting and an amiable smile of his own, inclining his head to acknowledge the grand lady. Kou’ha has yet to form any firm sentiments of his own, but he definitely respected her dedication.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Of course, it will be seen to.” Without needing any further instructions from Kou’ha himself, Commander Vert excused himself to tend to the Grand Moff’s request. While he did not like the idea of having to host the Atrisians on board the Concordia, it was just another development that the young Captain would have to learn adapt to. There was a reason why the FIST division were assigned to the diplomatic vessel, after all. And it was nigh preferable than allowing Natasi Fortan to step one foot planetside. No, Kou’ha would much rather play the gracious host to the Atrisian diplomatic delegation than to have the Grand Moff’s safety compromised by uncertain variables.

“She has been kind to me so far, ma’am. And everyone has been accommodating.” As the flagship of Natasi Fortan, every member stationed onboard the Concordia, from ranking officers to its waitstaff were consummate professionals. There were several small stumbles on his side for the past week as he gradually grew into the position, but they were more than willing to allow him that brief period to adjust. It was as smooth a transition as Kou’ha could have hoped for on his reassignment to the Grand Moff’s personal vessel. And for that, he was grateful.

“Please have a seat while we wait for Xiaolang Palace to revert.”[/SIZE]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Spoiler: Obligatory K-Pop Theme

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=leu-cTvMWTA​

There was a large fleet attacking Frisal.

Even as [member="Junko Ike"] spoke, the teen was becoming white knuckled as he gripped the sides of the terminal in front of him. On the screen, the forces of the First Order were sweeping across the defenses that had been hastily erected in the wake of the Alliance's collapse.

She was right. This wasn't a war that they could win. That didn't mean that the Atrisian didn't want the satisfaction of the battle. Perhaps it was the nature of being Atrisian. The Code of the Yovshin made death preferable to dishonor or disgrace.

And what was a greater disgrace than that of a prince unable to protect his people?

The message from [member="Mythos"] played to that part of the boy's psyche, the words invoking the images of the young Atrisian meeting the Knights of Ren on the widowing field. Perhaps he could not protect the people of Atrisia, but he could give his life in the fight -- however vain.

"You know what you must do... " ​

While his face remained oddly stoic, in truth the boy's blood was boiling. This was Shoma at his most furious. His heart pounding in his ears, it's beat racing as his blood pressure elevated until a vein was throbbing on his left temple.

Unfortunately, he did know what he must do.

And he didn't like it.

Standing and fighting such a superior force would only result in the deaths of Atrisians. The same as had happened when Emperor Mythos had faced the approach of the Galactic Alliance. A losing battle that had nearly destroyed the planet.

Shoma could not allow such a loss of life to occur again. And, already, he had concerns for the death toll on Frisal. The question remained, what was the alternative? To submit, and yield control to the same First Order that the Commonwealth had stood in opposition toward?

"Highness, the First Order is requesting to open diplomatic channels."

The teen debated his words carefully, turning to give a nod toward the com-scan officer. "Send to the First Order," the youth noted in an uncharacteristically firm tone of voice. His dark brooding eyes looked back over to his cousin as he spoke. "We are prepared to negotiate. Please cease the assault on Frisal so that we may send a delegation under flag of peace."

[member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Kou'ha Escala"]​

 

[Mythos]

"You know they will not stop. Frisal will fall along with every planet in the Atrisian sector. "

Mythos continued, his words the seeds of anger and hate that would fuel the burning embers of rebellion. Reminding Shoma again that Atrisia was no longer just a single planet or even a single sector of the galaxy. Truly he did not know how long he had until he was shut out from the connection to the prince but he did not care, he sought to do everything in his power to see Atrisia free... To see Shoma and Shoma alone standing in the throne of Atrisia as Emperor and King, but he was running out of things to say and ideas. The boy was stubborn and set on his ways by the Jedi, he blamed that blasted Jedi aunt of his [member="Junko Ike"]. So proud to speak for Atrisia but she was no where near the front lines defending her from the Alliance and The Sith at the same time.

"Fine..." Mythos said to himself breaking the connection to the child, resorting to the final desperate plea he had in his disposal. Two Atrisians came from behind him carrying a box made of Atrisian wood and followed by an Atrisan family. This sort of box was used to house relics and antiques, sometimes boxes like this were used to carry family heirlooms. This was one of those."Thank you for coming here on such short notice Lord Zhu. You know I would not call for this unless there was absolutely no other choice" Mythos said to the patriarch of the family in crisp Atrisian. The man was large, his skin was tan with long dark hair and he was strong physically speaking.

Lord Zhu was a middle aged Veteran that was a known and open opposition to Mythos' rule politically. He was a noble and he refused to fight for Mythos until the Alliance and the Sith came, only then did he throw his hat with Mythos and fought beside each other. Mythos had thought of having him 'removed' but being the single most prominent figure against him it would have been obvious who did the deed and Mythos did not want anger from his people especially before a great war.

"I am not here for you. I am here for my people and I know you would die for them too"

The men both exchanged nods. Enemies in ideology and culture and morals... and the force. Yet Atrisia was more important than either of them and they both realized that.

"He won't listen to me. He will listen to him. Time is of the essence. Firsal burns as we speak."

"Then what are you waiting for? You have wanted to wield it in your hands for more than a decade..."

"Not like this Zhu and not for this. You know that much."

The box opened to show a songsteel sword that Mythos had no claim to nor did it belong to anyone else but Lord Zhu and his family. Passed down from generation to generation for Millennia the shining blade of Uueg Tching graced Mythos' eyes for the first time. Gracefully it was presented to Lord Zhu in traditional manners, he bowed and took it from it's resting place turning in place to face the rising sun to hand it to Mythos. Their eyes met, Zhu stared with intensity before he gave it. "I May die attempting this."
"If you do then Atrisia wins two battles"

The blade finally touched Mythos' hands and there was nothing special about it other than the material it was made from. It's power was not what he needed it for, he needed it because it was the last piece of Uueg that had part of his essence, it was the only way to create a doppelganger of him to present to Prince Shoma. [member="Sage Bane"] had taught Mythos how to do the technique a very long time ago but he never attempted to create one of someone else, project it so far or for so long. Mythos used them quickly as illusions for combat... never like this.

Mythos turned on his heel and knelt down facing the rising sun. He took the blade and removed it's scabbard placing the blade face up facing him then he focused. He forgot about the pressing armies and focused on the blade, focused on what he knew and then focused on Shoma and his location. He exhaled, feeling the incredible drain that this ability took from him, every cell in his body felt like it was going to evaporate at any second.

It likely would have been several minutes but it happened, as sudden as lightning and loud as thunder. A voice not heard heard in Atrisia in thousands of years yet he was there in flesh as if he had never died. No one could have possibly served or lived during his time but everyone beside and around him would know exactly who stood in front of the prince at full height with a proud smirk of confidence and pride on his face. The Shogun. A large man, larger than Any Atrisian at least Mythos had ever seen. Burly and strong. Black skin filled with melanin unlike most Atrisians in the capital. Facial hair that was tight and groomed, long black strands of hair mixed with gray to accentuate his age and experience. Eyes filled with bright power and tempered wisdom. Finally a scar on his left eye and in his forehead worn gracefully as badge of his military prowess.

"Negotiate? We negotiate when we have our boots on their throat Young Emperor. Send out men to defend our people and I will go with you."

[member="Shoma Ike"]​

 

[Suki Klev]

Posts: 1
Location: Roof of Xiaolang Palace
Objective: BYOO
Allies: [member="Omari Vyken"]
FO-X1 Infiltration Armour

Wearing the black, gleaming shadowtooper armor had to be somewhat of a blessing right now, because Suki knew her face had turned a greenish shade of pale. She stepped from side to side, and from the outside it would seem she just had a little nervous energy. But truthfully the FOSB agent could not stomach being on a ship. She suffered from acute motion sickness which only manifested itself in space, and even the pills she’d taken only scratched the surface of her misery. Most intelligence services would have likely expelled her in basic training for that flaw, but her brother who was also a Staff Officer helped to bury that little flaw with a couple of errant keystrokes in her data file.

So when the stealth landing came while some operatives would have been nervous at the thought of jumping out of a moving vessel, Suki couldn’t wait to do so to get to flat ground. Luckily she was fine with heights.

Once her feet were on the roof of Xiaolang Palace, she exhaled with relief. With the wind buffering all of the troops, Suki bent her knees and crouched, looking for an entrance to the palace. There was a small maintenance door to the north, but it was small and would not fit all of the troopers at once. The other option was to scale the outside of the building, but that would seem to be more risky in terms of subterfuge.

“Which way?” she asked Omari, not sure if he held a rank or not.

 

[Junko Ike]

[member="Shoma Ike"] [member="Kou'ha Escala"]

Junko was listening and she raised an eyebrow mostly in how things seemed to go. THen the message from Shoma as she spoke and stood next to him. One hand going to his shoulder and the other to his hands gripping. "Shoma." She said it and waited for a moment to get him to loosen his grip. She moved a hand to hold him and try to calm him getting some of the tension out while awaiting a response from the diplomatic channel. "I know what you are thinking, I know the appeal of dying in the heat of battle against impossible odds Shoma." She looked at him trying to radiate as much calmness and light as she could to dispel and push back.

"You have a heavy burden and millions of lives looking to you.... but if you fight, if you choose that. It isn't just a decision that will affect you. Everyone who follows you, everyone who relies on you will have been brought into that decision and if you succeeded then they might praise you, may hold you up but only for a time. If you fall, if you fail then they will have no one to protect and aid them, no one to speak who can at least get acknowledged by the First Order. This is the burden you have taken on, whether you know it or not your actions can cost millions their lives and that was before Mythos has returned demanding we fight."

She stayed there though and looked at it releasing him but she looked at it. "I.... I have no idea what that man is doing." SHe said it looking at the sudden things happening as Shoma was being demanded to aid in the defense of atrisia with mythos. Suddenly he had support from exiles. Atrisian parliament had spent time after the civil unrest to purge supporters of the false king. It was known the three generals had fought against his supporters with Shoma and the fifth being the disposed Emperor himself. THe Emperor of Sherry Blossom's who had named Shoma as his heir after mythos had his children killed to lay claim was contemplative and preferred to plan.

Junko listened and looked on at the screen while they might not have fleets or armies they did have some things. They had some groups on Atrisia who were around and looking to help. There was the The Wu Ming Shi who were around and in the plains, the forests there were The Jade Screamers but standing against the forces of Mythos was... going to be dangerous. Junko urned her head to look at Unaga she was the investigator and spoke. "I am uncertain where he is getting support we arrested many and exiled them from the planet. I can only guess and theorize that he turned them when he arrived with his army and bypassed our defenses taking them down for the first order."

Junko looked at it and sounded as good a reasoning as anything else that might be happening. She looked at Shoma and shook her head to him. "Please don't there is nothing to be gained letting him back Shoma. The price is something that even we couldn't pay with the wealth of Sarnoi." She was talking about the city of gold and ancient, legendary site where the older gods were said to be along with the dragon kings palace. Their ancestor. "We'll send a message to the Dragon's Fang, it was near the partial construction of The Lotus station. We can recall it and have them stand down to the first order navy. It is the only functional ship the commonwealth has for home defensive purposes."

She clasped her hands to try and hold his. "We can fight and die, risk the fallout of our people. Millions possibly billions dying, untold destruction of the world like we have done in the past. Or we talk with them... actually we should handle this situation with Mythos suddenly bringing a fleet and army back here. We can't leave a mess that was created here for him agreed?" She said it and was looking at him with a nod of her head before she waited and turned to compose a message. Mostly with coordinates, a neutral location on the planet for talks. Then a second and third, one to the Dragon's fang the closest to an atrisian navy they had a single ship.

THe first message was the coordinates of the The Iris Empress, a tea house where they could meet in person. The second to the ship was to stand down and only try to prevent Mythos atrisian forces from leaving the system with additional assets. He had already cost them millions of people in terms of lives lost and even more who were pressed and now unquestioningly loyal solely to him. Preventing whatever horrible and unspeakable things were done to make them turn on their own people, violate the deep held beliefs, to dishonor themselves so deeply. Well they would need to prevent such a thing from happening to more people.

The third though was for the forces of Atrisia to stand down, they weren't here to fight the first order, the few remaining assault corps who could needed to try and march on Jar'kai where Mythos was obsessed it seemed. He wanted to destroy the blocks there that prevented the miasma of darkside energy from spilling out. She was looking towards Shoma to get him to continue the talks with the First Order when she was coordinating and composed another for wide spread. Much like the third it said to Atrisian citizens to stand down and don't resist but also not to let anything happen like raiding or misconduct. She may not like the first order on principle but they weren't known for soldiers lacking discipline.

'THis is Junko Ike to the people of Atrisia. We are in a dire situation, Mythos who has caused so much pain and heart ache has returned. Bringing back your loved ones we thought passed in his conquests of other planets where he would rule and by accounts was cast out just as much. THey have returned wrong though, fanatical and brainwashed... and while I do wish I could say we might be able to save them they seek to release the destructive sickness at Jar'kai and poison all of you. Any turely loyal Atrisian forces should make way to Jar'kai and stop this madness. Just like the civil war we have been recovering from asking you to fight your family can be dangerous but those who follow mythos cannot be trusted... their minds are to far controlled by him."

She composed the message to send out for the different clans who provided to the main assault corp. Each one hiring and employing as many soldiers as they could and giving some of the Yovshin to the defense of the emperor, empress and heir. It would be laughable compared to an actual army and out numbered but with the clans like tagashi from [member="Garith Darkhold"] and a few of the others. THey could at least try and stop some of the bleeding... or have people ready to quickly work on restoring the protective measures at Jar'kai to prevent it from poisoning the planet. In the choice between subjugation by the First Order who might make demands and call for a pound of flesh...

...and Mythos who had forced himself upon them, led billions to destruction and refused to acknowledge his shortcomings.... the choice was obvious to her mind at least. The first order dind't enter a room and suppress thoughts or actions of the people to stroke their ego. She was looking as the Dragon's fang acknowledged their orders and spoke to Shoma. "There are messages away Shoma, if the talks go well we can at least hopefully stop some of the destruction and bloodshed that would have happened. I have no doubt that the First Order could and will be dangerous but they at least operate with rules and form of conduct."

Meanwhile aboard the Dragon's fang the blue uniformed captain was looking at what they had. Once forces had come out of hyperspace they had started to scramble fighters suspecting they were here for attack... but they had been older model ships. Ones designated lost or missing... then they were making no contact. bypassing the few defenses of the plane tthat had been put up quickly to try and protect after the falll of the GA... then they had been followed by First Orders and the Fang had remained defending the station under construction. Something to replace Rancor station as finally orders came in and they were not....

What she had been hoped for but were not unexpected. The Dragon's fang remained with weapons powered down and broadcasting their message for standing down. It wasn't involved with the ships that had been brought out or that were fighting. No atrisian forces were involved in that they were enemies of the commonwealth as well. Rali sent the confirmation message that they understood the orders to try and get as many forces to Jar'kai to prevent the cities destruction at the hands of the person laying claim constantly to their throne..... she almost spit the name but didn't because shiny new ship and spit don't mix. "Send the fighters and transports to Jar'kai to back them up, whatever we can spare while still giving the engineers protection."

 

[Garith Darkhold]

[SIZE=9pt]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] The Xiwangmu Temple / The [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Xiaolang [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Palace[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=9pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Defend the Temple / Answer the Imperial Decree[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=9pt]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] The People of Atrisa and Allies[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=9pt]Enemies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Those wishing to harm the Temple/ ?[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=9pt]Equipment:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] In signature[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]The Temple[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=9pt]Just beyond the main doors the Elder had been waiting. He was alone partially within the light that was bleeding through the door. There were no Togashi Yovshin standing with him nor were they any within the temple. The Elder did not have any former members of the Imperial Inquisition here. The Monks were missing as well. He was alone. Alone in a temple he could not possible defend alone in the coming battle.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]Then why was he here and flooding the temple with his presence. With his presence flooding the temple it clouded the Force and cloaked such signs of life within the temple. It was a ruse to hide what numbers the Elder may or may not have defending the temple.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]Garith’s lips curled into a smile hearing the Steward of the Ren’s voice. Shifting his feet for better balance the Elder prepared for what he believed was the only outcome. The Elder would stand as any Yovshin Lord should. Defend the already defiled Ancestral Temple even at the cost of the Elder’s own life.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]The plan was insane but not entirely foolish. It was a simple plan but one that would bring honor to a wounded Atrisa. The door would limit the numbers of enemies coming through. It would also limit ranged fire from weapons like blasters or slug throwers. In theory the Elder could kill many coming through and if need be fall back further into the temple through other doors way and repeat the process.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]It was not a plan that had hoped to win the coming battle. It was a plan that fit into the Yovshin Code of Honor so many people had forgotten. It was something Atrisa so desperately needed.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]The message was not brutality and death. It was not about strong warriors who fought and slaughtered. It was not about victories of glorious combat. It was about many of the positive aspects of the Atrsian culture. It was about respect and honor. Respect and love for the ancestors and the people of Atrisa. It was about the honor of placing their needs before your very own.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]I am seeing to the people father, the Elder heard the whispers through the Force from his daughter[/SIZE] [member="Arabella Darkhold"] [SIZE=9pt].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Garith was a man of passion. Alone he did let himself feel. Tears fell. Not in sorrow but in pride. The Elder failed at much in life. He believed he failed his children many times over. All of his children though. Bella, his dead son [/SIZE][member="Garith Organa"][SIZE=9pt] , [/SIZE][member="Faith Organa"][SIZE=9pt] , and [/SIZE][member="Theodosius Organa"][SIZE=9pt] all knew of the very thing Garith was fighting for today. This purpose may have cost his son’s life but it was an honorable end.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]Garith was ready to endure suffering so many would not. [/SIZE][member="Kyrel Ren"][SIZE=9pt] , [/SIZE][member="Seto Du Couteau"][SIZE=9pt] , and the First Order troops were pressing closer. They were just outside of the temple. Garith could feel their presence coming closer to the Temple steps.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]The Elder’s features began to tighten though as he hear the voice of Junko Ike. Her demure voice was clear even over the edged wrist comlink in the Elder’s armor. The message was clear. The fact t did not come from Shoma himself was not surprising. A soon to be Emperor had to learn to delegate things to those who he could trust. The Prince Regent trusted Junko and she had Imperial favor.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]“In route”,[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] the husky angry voice came over to the comlink to [/SIZE][member="Junk Ike"][SIZE=9pt] , for whatever reason The Elder was needed by the Prince Regent. If it was the reason mentioned over the comlink or not, it did not matter. It did for the greater purpose most likely. Why the reason did not matter is because it was an imperial degree. Garith was a Yovshin Lord and bound by the honor of the people.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]The Elder took the Breath in. The Living Force rushed in like heavy gush of hot putrid air. It was a nauseating sensation. The gush of tainted air made his stomach. The bile of the Darkside settled there and began to turn The Elder stomach. It was a dizzying retched moment and The Elder fought to keep control of his senses.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]Drawing in Bogan the Elder found some measure of control. Where he was partially bowed before for feeling sick, he now stood straight back up. Taking two steps forward the Force shifted around Garith. Drawing into a rift the Elder slid out of the mortal plane and vanished from the entrance of the Temple.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]The presence of the Dark Kashi lifted from the temple. Darkhold was no longer there and his presence was no longer masking the truth of the Temple. There was nobody in the Temple. The Ren were free to take it now. The only defender had left. The Temple may have been defiled but this was still a loss. It was a temple for the people and not a base for Force religions to push their dogmatic believes.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Xiaolang [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Palace[/SIZE]​

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[member="Junko Ike"][SIZE=9pt] / [/SIZE][member="Shoma Ike"][SIZE=9pt] / @ Anyone there in the room with them / Or anyone at the palace.[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=9pt]The air became agitated. Condensed and slightly ionized as the Darkside of the Force grew around Junko and Shoma. The air still breathable but the warmth was noticeable and the smell of sulfur was evident. Within a small portion of the room the air snapped with a hiss producing a small black smoke and a recognizable body of Lord Garith Darkhold. Carried through a dark skill the Yovshin Lord [/SIZE]traveled[SIZE=9pt] here as fast as he could disregarding his own personal safety or spiritual nature.[/SIZE]



[SIZE=9pt]“Apologies”,[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Garith was not accustomed to bowing to anyone. Not even Akio. Rarely did he do so. It was not about disrespect. Akio knew that. It was about never surrendering and a warrior’s mentality of always fighting to the bitter end. Garith did manage to partially bow his head to Shoma. Shoma was still relatively still getting to know Garith. Garith did not wish to make the young prince Regent feel he was disrespected in this moment. [/SIZE]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Natasi inclined her head towards Captain [member="Kou'ha Escala"] and accepted his offer of a seat. "Thank you very kindly. I'm pleased to hear it, Captain. I hope to find that you enjoy your service aboard Concordia -- she is a unique vessel, as much a warship as a mobile seat of government and embassy. You were selected for this position because of your unique qualities. My aim is that you should develop skills in combat as well as diplomacy, coordination, and government. There are many things besides firing solutions that can be useful to a young naval officer." She paused and smirked thoughtfully. "A naval officer of any age, come to that. Or a Grand Moff."

A signal from the communications officer, Commander Vert, caused Natasi to rise. She strolled forward, beckoning Escala to follow, towards the communications center. A response from [member="Shoma Ike"] scrolled across the screen. "He bids us stop the assault on Frisal," she mused thoughtfully to Escala, casting a sidelong glance at the officer as she cupped her chin in consideration. "I fear that would only encourage other rogue forces in the system to embolden their efforts. And our intelligence suggests that Frisal will not come quietly, unlike the Atrisians who may feel some measure of responsibility for the lives of its citizens and may negotiate." She stroked her jaw and glanced at Escala.

"Inform His Royal Highness' office that we are willing to discuss Frisal in conjunction with an agreement regarding Atrisia, but that we are unable to abandon defensive positions on Frisal until a suitable settlement is reached," Natasi instructed Vert. "Further inform him that the Concordia stands ready to host His Royal Highness and whatever delegation he deems appropriate. However, if it should make His Royal Highness more comfortable, I am prepared to meet at the coordinates we have received from a third party, provided he is not averse to my security forces sweeping and establishing a perimeter around the facilities."

Natasi looked at Escala again, a wary smirk playing across her features. "I'm not keen on going to the surface," she admitted. "But in the game of diplomacy, little gestures can make all the difference. Besides, this is as good an opportunity as any to test the more nuanced capabilities of the FIST. If it comes to that, I should like the Concordia brought into very low orbit over the location. I leave it to your discretion as to the frequency and duration of TIE fighter flyovers. Do be sure to inform your executive officer; as ranking officer of this vessel, I will expect you to attend the negotiations as my lieutenant."

She smiled pleasantly. "Not considering retirement yet, I hope?"

[member="Junko Ike"] | [member="Shoma Ike"] | [member="Kou'ha Escala"]​

 

[Omari Ngao]

Specialist Omari Vyken,
First Order Security Bureau Operative
Objective: BYOO.
FO-X1 Infiltration Armour
THE XIAOLANG PALACE, Roof.
People in Vicinity: [member="Shoma Ike"]

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Omari hit the ground of the roof easily. A team was assembled for this, no one he was too particularly fond of since they were all strangers. It wasn't the kind of mission that he signed on for when he had met with the Director, but this was still the start of his spook career.

There were lots of people on the roof, plenty. This was the parliament, he knew. Sure the building looked nice and all that, but when you placed your government housing on the roof you opened it up to an aerial attack. And oh look, the FOSB team had dropped in right as occupants were running to and fro, probably either getting weapons or finding somewhere to hide. They didn't matter to the mission unless they got involved. Omari was inclined to stun and incapacitate, but casualties were likely, he thought.

They weren't noticed right away, but when [member="Suki Klev"] prompted him for which way they should go, Omari pointed in the North-East direction. "There's a lift in that direction," he says. "We'll take it down soon, but first... There's a shield generator that protects the Palace. We'll take that down first. We can't help the rest of the Order if we can't help ourselves now can we?" Hefting his weapon in his hand, he turned and said, "Comon, follow me!" Before he turned and set off.

 

[Hatori Ikari]

Location: Surface of Frisal
Gear: SE-44C Blaster Pistol | Knife | Blast Vest | T-21 Light Repeating Blaster
Tags: [member="Castiel Moncrief "]| [member="Konstantin Makarev"]

Hatori wiped the the blood and viscera from his eyes, the Auxiliary that was seated next to him had exploded as he reoriented himself that big sergeant from before suddenly thrust some sort of large blaster into his hands. Taking a power pack from is pack he tried it on the blaster and found that it fit properly, at least he had plenty of shots, as Hatori looked out into the canyon that they landed in and wondered if he'd live long enough to use it or not.

Seeing the sergeant take off for some more solid cover her flick a selection switch on the side of the blaster to "Fully Automatic" and pointed it at the lip of the canyon that had the largest concentration of fire coming from it and pulled the trigger, the chances of him hitting someone was basically null but at least it sent them diving for cover while he chased the sergeant.

Mid spray and dash the clip ran dry and the fire resumed, Hatori now caught in the open was a prime target, he started ducking and zagging stepping aside from where a blaster bolt would impact just a moment later, but then his luck seemed to have run out and he was slapped squarely in the chest by a bolt causing him to fall forward into the cover.

Seconds later he took a deep breath, what hit him must have been a pistol or something else weak. "KARKING BASTARD!" He said as he got back up on his feet, his nose was now bleeding heavily and he was having a bit of trouble catching his breath but he was mostly ok as he loaded up another power pack.

 

[Doran Ren]

Location / Entering the tunnels into the Xiwangmu temple​

Equipment / Armor Of The Storm Lightsaber​

Allies / [member="Kyrel Ren"] / [member="Primat Ren"] / [member="Seto Du Couteau"] / [member="Marriskcal Lati"] / All FO personal​

Music / x /​

Doran felt a cold, dark presence as he entered the cave system leading into the temple of Xiwangmu. He was trailing directly behind the Steward of Ren, Master Kyrel, the father of his master. As the light faded master Kyrel ignited his saber to illuminate the darkness. Doran followed and activated his purple blade with a snap hiss, holding it into the air and casting a purple hue across the other Ren near him. This feeling of evil was most likely attributed to the ever present darkness that filled the planet. Doran's mind started to wonder as they traversed the vast tunnels. Perhaps this planet was sith controlled, or maybe they fought a great battle here. The young Ren had always been curious about the history of the other Dark Side warriors.

The young Ren almost bumped into Master Kyrel as he stopped cold after hearing something someone had mumbled. Doran shook his head and sighed Uh oh. To his surprise the group continued, however Master Kyrel would not pass up the opportunity to scold the newly appointed Ren. Doran nodded with every sentence and felt the dark presence of their motives wash over him as Kyrel spoke about The Supreme Leader. As the light of day returned Doran deactivated his saber and returned it to his belt. As the group stopped at the steps of the temple he looked to the former Inquisitor and whispered "Do not question Master Kyrel again..."

Doran would admit, he enjoyed conflict. Fighting was the most exhilarating thing he could ever experience. His metallic clawed gauntlets clanking as he clipped his saber back onto his belt, he breathed in deep and exhaled. Letting the need for violence consume his mind. He was no fool however, he would not engage anyone without provocation or orders from his superiors. But that didn't mean he couldn't either of those scenarios to come to fruition. He grinned under his mask and prepared himself for what might come next...

 

[Varian Alaric]

Designation | Primat Ren
Location | Close to Xiwangmu Temple
Allies | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Doran Ren"]
Status | Annoyed

The air of the cave stung with a dreaded and dark presence and a chilling cold through Primat, like they were invisible phantom spears that struck from the shadows. Something felt...off about the cave system that both he and a good multitude of the other Knights of Ren were in. He felt as though a dozen red and beady eyes were watching him from the shadows of the cave. Though whenever he looked into these shadows, he saw nothing but rocks. He wasn't sure if it was nerves getting to him, or something else that was biting away at him slow. Whatever it was, it set him on edge and slightly alarmed him. Though, he tried to reason with himself that it was nothing. For all he knew, it could just be the cold of the cave that was setting him on edge. After all, he hadn't grown up in a place that was particularly cool. Hell, he grew up on a hot and humid tropical world where the average temperature was about eighty or ninety degrees Fahrenheit. Sure, not overly hot. Though once you lived on that word for sixteen years of your life, you got used to it...and the cold was something you had never really experienced before. He missed that place, home. He wanted to go back one day, explore the beaches of his home, maybe go spear-fishing again. Yeah, spear-fishing would be fun, sure he almost lost his hand on multiple occasions to sharks, but...he enjoyed the thrill. Sure, he loved being in the Knights of Ren but at times...things got stale, what with being a disciple and all.

Primat's thoughts of home and his old hobbies was interrupted as Master Kyrel stopped. He followed closely behind Kyrel, behind him and to his left, with Doran Ren on Primat's right. He heard the mutterings of a disgruntled Ren, probably, he wasn't sure. Though to his surprise, Kyrel hadn't said a thing. Primat rolled his eyes under his mask at the disgruntled Ren, boy was he in for a talking to by Kyrel, and not a pleasant one at that. Sure, Primat didn't really have any consequences for calling Master Kyrel a 'rat in the mud' back on Virgillia, though he supposed his comeuppance would come in due time. Something which he did have a bit of fear about, though not entirely a lot of fear. Sure Kyrel was threatening, so was Varas. He survived when fighting Varas, if not barely, so he assumed Kyrel would....well he assumed Kyrel wouldn't kill him. At least he hoped that Kyrel wouldn't.

Eventually, the group of Ren stopped at the steps leading up to the temple. Primat didn't expect any sort of slaughter to happen, though he was prepared for it. One saber was out in the open, his typical lightsaber. While the other lightsaber remained hidden on the other side of his body, hidden beneath Primat's cloak. He could pull both out at a moment's notice and slaughter anyone in his way. Though, he would only kill someone if they got in the way or attacked him, their was no reason for him to attack any innocents or civilians for no reason. He didn't see the point in it, they would make more enemies that way and more Alliance sympathizers...and it would eat away at Primat's conscience. He wasn't against killing people, though he wasn't going to kill someone out of nowhere with no reason. He always told himself that if he killed someone for no reason, he was no better than some criminal in the prisons of the First Order. Either way, Primat was prepared to fight if it was uptmost necessary for the cause of the First Order and more importantly, the Knights of Ren.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Spoiler: Not Today

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9DwzBICPhdM​

[member="Mythos"] was not wrong. Shoma knew that the First Order was unlikely to stop the assault on Frisal. But he had to try, nonetheless. He owed that to the people of Frisal if nothing else.

And unfortunately he knew of no way to do something more. They didn't have the Galactic Alliance Defense Force or even a fraction of its resources, people, or equipment.

Shoma also appreciated the purity of Mythos' intentions. In many respects, it was a very Atrisian outlook. But the fight that Mythos' invited would only bring the destruction that was now unfolding on Frisal to Atrisia.

At least Jar'Kai was a ruin. If Mythos brought the First Order down upon himself, the destruction would be minimal. Hell, the First Order might even do them all the favor of destroying the Dark Side nexus by blasting it right off the face of the planet.

Firebase Arvardia might not appreciate that, but...

[member="Junko Ike"] was remarkable for her ability to develop alternatives. "They won't stop," the boy remarked, turning away from the reply received from [member="Natasi Fortan"] which made clear that the First Order would dictate the terms of whatever agreement that they might reach. "They don't have rules, they dictate the rules. And can change them as they see fit," the young prince opined bitterly.

As [member="Garith Darkhold"] appeared through the power of the Force, the teen gave a short bow to indicate his own respect and acknowledge toward the warrior, before returning his attention to Junko. "I am prepared to do whatever I must in order to save as many lives as possible," the teen intoned simply. "But I want no one to have a mistaken belief that the First Order negotiates in good faith."

If the First Order wanted to engage in diplomacy, they had merely send an envoy. This was terrorism. "Inform the First Order that the negotiations will take place at the coordinates indicated," the prince noted, as he turned to nod toward the com-scan officer.

 

[Junko Ike]

Junko looked at [member="Shoma Ike"] as responses were coming in at least she hoped. Garith showing up well meant something as she looked at him and bowed her head. Clasping her hands behind her back. "Would you expect anything less. I don't know the leaders ([member="Natasi Fortan"]/[member="Kou'ha Escala"]) of the first order, I do not know this man who responded to your message. I have not looked them in the eyes but if they want to talk, if they are willing to talk then we should grasp at that. We don't need to be in the advantage to communicate if it will save lives." She bowed her head and it might sound weak to some but she spoke. "Remember what we were taught. We need to choose where we protect and where we fight. If we fall then those we protect will suffer worse."

She had said it before but it was something that bared repeating and Junko shrugged as she was looking at the coordinates. The Iris Empress was a tea house in the mountains. Historical but in terms of military potential... she didn't doubt you could have personal guards there. In fact it was made for it, the central seating area and elevated platform that was for others who wanted to observe when the empress at the time held court on one of her holiday's. Some Yovshin could be there with some of the first orders soldiers and fit comfortably but she didn't doubt they were going to have to do much to appease. This was not going to be easy and if it was it could be a trick.

She turned to look at [member="Garith Darkhold"] and walked over to him finally as there was something around here. She could sense something in the force and spoke. "I am sorry to pull you away from the temple. I know it is precious but there is much that can be replaced in time. We are going to need to have a united front here and I know your family has held great sway throughout the years. Many have." She offered a smile though while walking and watched a few of the screens. "Well some First Order Forces have dropped in. We should send someone to greet them in all of the excitement and intrigue we forgot to activate the defenses. Don't want them breaking what they don't have to."

She said it while sending a droid to meet [member="Omari Vyken"] who was coming in. She didn't want to break things but also wanted to offer some of their new blended teas. Junko wanted and needed to be polite after all as she received messages from a few other areas. She was trying to also observe and see what they might be able to do within the cities as some reports were coming in. "There are a few places they haven't gone at least. I don't know how they would react to the isle of ants or regions like the jungles of the Oni." THe jungles being filled with creatures that grew larger in some cases and had crashed ships that had brought exotic creatures as well as dozen's of plagues.