Jaa Kilian
Mercenary Captain
Location: Upper Orbit of Shaum Hii, Brawler-II
Objective: Secure Shaum Hii for Local Government
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Good help was hard to find. This was the reality of the galaxy and a reality that men like Jaa Kilian reveled in. Though some facsimile of stability had returned to the Core and Mid Rim worlds, the Outer Rim territories remained lawless and chaotic. The right recipe for mercenaries, and Jaa was nothing else if not consistent with the stereotype of mercenaries.
Shaum Hii was a minor world before the great collapse of most factions in the galaxy, and it was likely to remain so for the rest of its existence. Its main escort was raw agricultural products, the worth of which was dwarfed by even minor agricultural words in the Mid Rim. The hours were long and the pay was minimal, which was probably why a contingent of laborers decided to rise up against their masters. Initially, this peasant revolt was kept in check by local security forces, but the issue grew more difficult when several cities began to swear their allegiance to their revolution. From there, the outcome was inevitable. As neither side had a large or well-equipped army, and certainly lacked a sizeable naval force, they turned to exterior sources of military support. To the Peasant Republic of Shaum Hii, as they styled themselves, came a number of former pirates and mercenary skiffs bought up quickly and cheaply. The Federal Government of Shaum Hii meanwhile decided to get their credit's worth: the Brawler Mercenary Company.
Ergo: good help was hard to find. Jaa watched in only slight interest as the wrecked hull of a ruined skiff bounced off of the armored bulk of the Brawler-II, careening away as it continued to cool from its ruptured core. The rest of the "fleet", if it could be called that, had been destroyed in much the same fashion. Though the Brawler-II had been outnumbered 12-to-1, it was the better quality ship by far. The heaviest vessel brought to bear against it was an ancient Strike-class Cruiser, which was not known for its ability to brawl with ships far above their weight class.
With the destruction of their mercenaries came the realization that the revolutionaries were doomed without further support. Desperate attempts to bribe Jaa were rebuked, and soon they had the proverbial blaster placed to the back of their heads. A simple demand: surrender or die. Ordinarily, Jaa preferred to keep his orbital bombardment strictly to the "tactical" end of the spectrum, but the central government paid to make an example of a city if the revolutionaries failed to comply, and Jaa was not one to actively disappoint his employers. Loaded into one of the torpedo bays of the Brawler-II was a P239, a thermonuclear warhead that was not entirely legal nor was it listed on the official registry for the Brawler-II. The capital of the rebels, Meridia, was given one week to surrender before the "severity of the issue was made plain through the application of extreme force", as the central government demanded.
Jaa cared little for politics and instead lounged in his command throne. Three days had passed, and still, no response came from the rebels on the planet's surface. It would be a boring wait, but Jaa took comfort in the fact that he had been paid half upfront and no issues appeared to be on the horizon to endanger the other half of that payment.
Objective: Secure Shaum Hii for Local Government
Tags:
Good help was hard to find. This was the reality of the galaxy and a reality that men like Jaa Kilian reveled in. Though some facsimile of stability had returned to the Core and Mid Rim worlds, the Outer Rim territories remained lawless and chaotic. The right recipe for mercenaries, and Jaa was nothing else if not consistent with the stereotype of mercenaries.
Shaum Hii was a minor world before the great collapse of most factions in the galaxy, and it was likely to remain so for the rest of its existence. Its main escort was raw agricultural products, the worth of which was dwarfed by even minor agricultural words in the Mid Rim. The hours were long and the pay was minimal, which was probably why a contingent of laborers decided to rise up against their masters. Initially, this peasant revolt was kept in check by local security forces, but the issue grew more difficult when several cities began to swear their allegiance to their revolution. From there, the outcome was inevitable. As neither side had a large or well-equipped army, and certainly lacked a sizeable naval force, they turned to exterior sources of military support. To the Peasant Republic of Shaum Hii, as they styled themselves, came a number of former pirates and mercenary skiffs bought up quickly and cheaply. The Federal Government of Shaum Hii meanwhile decided to get their credit's worth: the Brawler Mercenary Company.
Ergo: good help was hard to find. Jaa watched in only slight interest as the wrecked hull of a ruined skiff bounced off of the armored bulk of the Brawler-II, careening away as it continued to cool from its ruptured core. The rest of the "fleet", if it could be called that, had been destroyed in much the same fashion. Though the Brawler-II had been outnumbered 12-to-1, it was the better quality ship by far. The heaviest vessel brought to bear against it was an ancient Strike-class Cruiser, which was not known for its ability to brawl with ships far above their weight class.
With the destruction of their mercenaries came the realization that the revolutionaries were doomed without further support. Desperate attempts to bribe Jaa were rebuked, and soon they had the proverbial blaster placed to the back of their heads. A simple demand: surrender or die. Ordinarily, Jaa preferred to keep his orbital bombardment strictly to the "tactical" end of the spectrum, but the central government paid to make an example of a city if the revolutionaries failed to comply, and Jaa was not one to actively disappoint his employers. Loaded into one of the torpedo bays of the Brawler-II was a P239, a thermonuclear warhead that was not entirely legal nor was it listed on the official registry for the Brawler-II. The capital of the rebels, Meridia, was given one week to surrender before the "severity of the issue was made plain through the application of extreme force", as the central government demanded.
Jaa cared little for politics and instead lounged in his command throne. Three days had passed, and still, no response came from the rebels on the planet's surface. It would be a boring wait, but Jaa took comfort in the fact that he had been paid half upfront and no issues appeared to be on the horizon to endanger the other half of that payment.