Dominion Skirmishes at the Spire | EOTL Dominion of Stygeon Prime

[Schemes of the Lost]

“Stygeon Prime may be of little economic or cultural value, but its capture will serve both critical military and judicial objectives. For the former, it means securing Lianna against any sudden external attacks by enemies of the Empire, ensuring that its vital shipyards and corporations are secure from assault. For the latter, the capture of the infamous Spire will enable us to imprison even the most dangerous and powerful foes in a secure location with little risk of escape. It is up to you, brave Imperials, to subdue what resistance to rule remains on the world for the glory and security of the Empire!”​

-Moff Aculia Voland.

Objective I: The Dirroh Brothers


One of the two chief problems we face in the securing Stygeon is the current prisoner revolt being orchestrated by the Dirroh Brothers, four notorious Bothan smash and grab siblings who have in the past kidnapped many powerful executives and government officials on Lianna. The brothers have staged a rebellion which has successfully taken over the upper half of the Spire, killing or capturing most of the prison staff in the process except for a small cadre of prison guards who are holding them off at the hangar bay. You are to immediately support these officials and prevent their escape offworld and either capture or neutralize these criminals to ensure that they can no longer pose a threat to Imperial rule by continuing their infamous career. Trir Dirroh is known for being a crackshot sniper, Gren Dirroh a melee expert, Notrir Dirroh an explosives guru, and finally Votrosk Dirroh who is known for being a capable infiltrator and master of stealth. Keep your heads on a swivel and deal with all four of them and their allies for the glory of the Empire!


Objective II: "Lord" Krankz

Not much is known about Prisoner 5345345A2 except what the NISB has managed to piece together from the testimonies of former maximum security prisoners. It is rumored that he is some kind of insane, extremely dangerous Devronian “space wizard” who was never allowed to leave his cell for any reason and who was responsible for the most injuries or deaths of prison officials out of any of the many notorious criminals being held at the Spire. Following the Dirroh Brothers’ rebellion, it seems the Prisoner managed to escape and form a cult based around him in the lower levels of the Spire, officially referring to himself as “Lord Krankz”. It seems this Krankz does not share the goal of escape with them, instead preferring to seal off the lower levels and rule it as his own personal demense. While not quite as much of an obvious threat as the Dirroh Brothers and their plan to escape, Krankz must be dealt with if we are to secure the Spire for our own uses. Special agents from the NISB and the Inquisitorious have been dispatched to handle him and his cult before they can become a more serious problem. ​

 

[Myri Dara]

Objective: Objective I: The Dirroh Brothers
Location: Hangar Bay | Stygeon Prison| Stygeon Prime
Equipment: KC-77N Hybrid Pistols x2 | HUD goggles | Overseer-pattern HPI Biochip | Protective outfit | Knuckle plate vibro blade
Tag:
Dialogue Legend: "Galactic Basic" | << comm. channel >>

It was Myri’s first official mission in the NISB. She was honestly a little insulted by the assigned rank of junior agent after her work with the Eternal Empire, but it seemed that everyone started at the bottom unless they had a huge feather to place in their cap. That was something that Myri was definitely missing, but she planned to move up the ranks fast. The important thing though was after her old Empire fell apart that her new one was made to flourish. She needed that structure and needed to know someone was going to crack down on the chaos that the galaxy seemed to thrive on. Whatever her rank, so long as she held a place amongst those struggling against that chaos she would be fine.

It had been interesting upon Myri’s arrival on Lianna to discover that her sister had been there not too long before the Empire of the Lost moved in. That she had become a smuggler like their father. It was just too bad that Brinna was not still there for Myri to bring to the correct side of things, or put her in a place like the Spire. Myri now sat stoically in the landing craft. There was a squad of basic soldiers with her and some others that she had not yet become acquainted with. None of that really mattered now. She was to make her way into the prison and find the Dirroh brothers who had started all this upheaval. Gren was rumored to be a great close combat fighter. Taking him down would be a nice challenge. But there was also Votrosk, he sounded like he might be the brains of the operation if Myri was truthful with herself. And if that was the case Myri bringing him to justice would look good within the NISB. But right now she would have to remain fluid. What she found when they landed was anyone’s guess.

A part of Myri made a wild guess: Her father had been out of contact for more years that Myri could remember now. She knew he was a smuggler, which brought on her craving for law and order. She didn’t want to disappear on her loved ones like he had. But what if her father had been captured and placed here all this time? What would she do if she found him? Another part of her pressed those questions away as unimportant. Her father was a horrible criminal. If he was here he deserved to be. She would do him no favors if Myri found him. The thoughts drifted away as the pilot announced they were about to set down on the deck of the hangar bay. Myri readied her equipment and smiled. When the ship touched down and the ramp lowered the troops were the first ones out. Myri followed behind and found a nice shadow to appraise the situation and pick out her first target.

 

[Amiggie Lutih]

Obj 1

Just this once, Ami would like to be stationed on a planet that wasn't filled with Snow. After the chaotic encounter on Rhen Var, she had her fill with icy Tundra. But yet here she was on Stygeon trying to conduct a smash and grab. Why the frack was she doing something like this? Ami was trained to fight in the front lines for crying out loud! But Ami supposed it was for the best given that she didn't want her Mom to worry about her possibly dying and at least half the work was done considering that some inside people started a riot.

Taking a deep breath and holding her rifle, Ami fired upon a charging prisoner as she made her way into the now thrashed prison. It looked fun but Ami was still tired from Rhen Var. She barely had time to sleep in between deployments, this new Empire was even more demanding the last one ever was. At least Ami had some decent shut eye and some decent grub unlike that gray slop that the Lost served up last night which couldn't even stay in Ami's stomach. "Hey Myri Dara ," Ami spoke in her intercom. "Where are you? I'm inside the prison and I'm gonna need some help smashing this guys' heads in."

Another prisoner: A Duros had a vibroblade in his hand and attempted to flank Ami, but the Stormtrooper immediately turned towards the Duros and with one shot burned a hole inside of his large head. "Also where's the target again? This damn radar has been buggy all morning!"

Another thing the former Empire: Working equipment. Ami hoped that the Empire of the Lost would gain their footing soon.

 

[Alasdair Voland]

Alasdair slept for most of the shuttle ride with Myri down to Stygeon Prime. He was exhausted as of late, and these calm-before-the-storm-moments were one of the few opportunities he had to get some shuteye. Much like his sister, he was his mother’s errand boy, except unlike Tella he did not possess a greater than average affinity with the Force. This meant he assigned to oversee or assist with a variety of miscellaneous tasks ranging from full-scale fleet battles to what should be blue milk run missions like this. Although if he knew his mother, it would likely be anything but.

Today you’re just here to watch and provide backup though, it’s up to the newer agents and soldiers to prove their worth. Won’t pull rank on them or anything unless they severely mess things up.

As the pilot announced that they would arrive shortly, Alasdair opened his eyes, yawned, and surveyed the interior of the dropship they were arriving in. Standard Army Troopers for the most part which made sense given they were suppressing prisoners, dangerous ones to be sure but nothing regular troops could not handle, though he heard rumors a few select stormtroopers had been deployed as well. His eyes drifted over to former Blackwatch-turned-NISB Agent Myri Dara examining her from behind during the last stages of the flight and the initial drop into the hangar.

More and More Eternal Empire refugees, it is no wonder we are being called “false Imperials” and “pretenders” by those of the NIO and the other warlords...still, they have proven useful, and it will be good to see one of them in action up close. Truth be told at the end of the day who cares about the opinions of those Imperials who will not shut up and join the winning side at the end of the day? They can bicker about who is the most “pure” on whatever backwater irrelevant worlds they still cling to while we actually get things done.

Alasdair shadowed the woman as she made her way off the shuttle after the initial wave of troops, picking out a small alcove adjacent from her as he did so and adjusting his standard rifle-he did not bring any advanced kit today, he was rolling more or less basic to sharpen his skills lest he grow dull letting others do the fighting for him most of the time.

Myri Dara Amiggie Lutih

 

[Vivian thretis]

Objective 2
Equipment: red lightsaber, armor
Tags open

Vivian had breached the lower levels alone not wanting a retinue of soldiers partially to test out her new armor and because the mission didn't sound like it required a large response force. The only notable threat for Vivian was this lord kranks the rest where prisoners sure they were hardened criminals but in all honesty between her martial arts force powers and armor she was certain she could handle it just fine. She snuck through a hall she hadn't been noticed yet or really noticed anyone else.

 

[Calos Trifecta]

A long exhale exuded from the male, the echo of battle from afar rattling the halls in a series of blood curtling yells, screams and blaster fire. Taking long yet slow steps, his robes flowed and ebbed gently as if affected by a ghost. He had been given information before his...untimely departure that was to be proven possibly useful in his future endeavors. Calos gave another exhale as the Force seemed rather strong in this particular area and stopped at a cell known as fifteen dash twelve R. Standing before the opened cell, his left hand extends outward and feels in the Force for the presense he was told so much about.

A gentle pulsing came from near the top corner of the large durasteel cell, each step towards it felt as if a heart was beating, calling out towards the former Jedi. Finally just below it, he used the Force to gently pull on what appeared to be a weakened corner of the cell. A soft snap would erupt and make a small hole, peeling off from the roof as a large golden like object fell onto the ground with a soft clack and clang. Calos looked down upon it and started to kneel, examining it. It was hand made, it exuded the Force and had the words of the Sith etched onto its shaft, a large scepter nearly four feet tall and carried a bit of heft, what with appeared to be a very damaged but still functional sling.

Gently, the grasp onto the scepter would tighten as he hoisted it up. It felt...beyond any power he ever experienced up to this point, the alien indeed seemed to be right. This kind of power, in anyones hands, would be beyond devastating, dangerous and could alter the flow of power anywhere it touched. The eyes of the human would widen just a little, he felt the Force flow through his body with more power than he ever felt in his life. In his mind, things he thought he knew, would be rewritten, he could feel the nature of the Force itself telling him what he could actually do with its power.

Hearing a distinct shot of a blaster, his mind finally snapped out of the trance. It was not safe to stay in this location, he had only gotten here on a purposeful transfer in an attempt to grab the scepter but the entire prison riot was unexpected. Throwing it around his body, it appearing almost like a sword on his back with the sling, he walked rather quickly out of the cell and moved down the hallway.

He had gotten what he came for though what was to remain here, was up to him. The people imprisoned here, may not deserve a second, third or fourth chance. If he ran into anyone, death will soon follow for it was the true way to bring balance.

 

[Myri Dara]

Objective: Objective I: The Dirroh Brothers
Location: Hangar Bay | Stygeon Prison| Stygeon Prime
Equipment: KC-77N Hybrid Pistols x2 | HUD goggles | Overseer-pattern HPI Biochip | Protective outfit | Knuckle plate vibro blade
Tag: Amiggie Lutih | Alasdair Voland
Dialogue Legend: "Galactic Basic" | << comm. channel >>

Myri slowly made her way to the flank of the rioting prisoners. The riff-raff was for the soldiers to take care of. Her job was the ringleaders. As she stalked deeper into the prison, avoiding the main skirmish as much as possible she heard a voice in her ear. Amiggie Lutih was a stormtrooper who had been assigned along with Myri to bring down the Dirroh Brothers and retake control of the prison. Amiggie’s ambition to smash in heads brought a smile to Myri’s lips. The agent’s tactics weren’t quite as blunt as Amiggie’s words, but Myri also enjoyed putting a target down.

<<Hey Lutih, you know that agents go around trouble to find their targets right?>> Myri responded. The words were perhaps a bit harsh, but the tone of her voice held a degree of mirth that would let Ami know that she was not serious.<<Talking you through the prison might ruin my own stealthy advances,>> this was said with an outright giggle. Putting down one of these prisoners was not likely to be a difficult situation for Myri.

Continuing on in her intended direction she smiled and continued. <<Seriously though. You need to get your tech looked at. My old tech works great. I don’t have a lock on the targets just yet, but you can be sure they’ve put some of these rioters between them and any real trouble. Wanna meet up and head deeper into the prison? The boring troopers seem to be holding the rioters at bay for now. But if we take down the Bothan ringleaders it will come to a quick stop…>> As she made the recommendation a prisoner recognized her as too well outfit to be a fellow rioter and attempted to confront her. As much as she would have loved to engage him hand to hand, Myri didn’t have time for that. She took out one of her pistols and shot the prisoner with a stun blast. She shook her head and continued on.

<<Make your way to the hangar doors. I’ll wait there for you. Then we can use my equipment to get a beat on the Dirroh brothers and take them down.>>

 

[Valerian Draak]

Objective: 2
Nearby: Vivian thretis


Valerian found himself most excited by the prospect of gaining control of the Spire. He knew little of the facility, save for that it was taken from the Separatists into Imperial control following the end of the Clone Wars. It was also said to have housed Jedi who had survived Order 66 in order to lure any survivors in a trap. He had read such a report made by the Grand Inquisitor against the Lothal Rebels in 5 BBY. Now it had needed to be retaken by the new Empire. Valerian made sure to study much of the schematics, for all intents and purposes it was a fortress. It wasn't meant to be so easily breeched, but given to the Imperials that still had access to the archives of the Empire, it would be an easy task for them to follow.

For the Former High Inquisitor, he narrowed his red eyes as he looked at the holodisplay before he planned his entrance into the spire. All he had with him were a squad of Stormtroopers, although he already wasn't sure how it would all come together. "Follow me closely, do not go off alone. These Force Wielders are not to be trifled with." The Gunship would come in close to an entrance used by the Phoenix Rebels centuries ago. Valerian would start off with jumping from the gunship, landing swiftly on his feet as the gunship came closely into view.

The Gunship would come in low, before landing carefully on the platform if only barely. The Stormtroopers were following closely behind him. Valerian would enter through the use of old imperial codes. After all this time they still checked out. "Remember, watch yourselves. We aren't dealing with any ordinary Jedi." Valerian would find himself cautiously saying. A snap hiss would come as he activated his lightsaber. The crimson blade would emerge forth, as the Inquisitor would carefully wander the halls coming close to a presence being felt thoughout the spire.

 

[Calos Trifecta]

"Can someone kill this damn Jedi?!"

The loud amount of blaster fire echoed into the hallway and attempted to strike the newly turned Jedi to...whatever he was now, into swiss cheese. Being near the top floor never helped his situation and it became even more apparent when he was stuck in a very crowded hallway with his lightsaber put away for safety reasons, not to stick himself. Leaning out a bit quickly, he took a quick pot shot with the revolver he obtained from the evidence locker. It cracked like a whip when firing and struck one of the prisoners, crumbling him in a heap. Quickly going back into cover, he felt a fresh set of blaster salvos erupt with a few stun bolts for good measure.

Ever since he left that cell, he barely made more than a few feet of progress at a time. How was there so many hostiles with so many blasters, in a prison such as this? Was everyone here incompetent when they all decided to leave the prison during the riot?! With people starting to move up, he blind fired rather rapidly the rest of the revolvers rounds as he heard two bodies at least fall. This was bad...this was really bad.

Then he heard it, a strange call...the scepter on his back. It was...calling to him, like a hand on his shoulder. It wanted...no it needed, to be used. Its dark influence was touching the very mind of Calos, trying to convince him to use its power. As if time slowed around him, he put away the revolver and gently grasped onto the scepter on his back with the left hand. It felt the power of the Force, course through every fiber of his being, he felt every part of him echo in the Force even louder than before. Breathing inward, he let the object flow through him, surrendering himself to the scepter.

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There was a strange feeling that echoed within him...things he was explained, things he was taught...everything started to make sense. He did not wish to will it, he needed to flow with it. To control it with a gentle breeze, to give it the right push. When one of the prisoners rounded the corner with the blaster, his eyes gently lifted up and with the front end of the scepter pointed...a large gust of wind erupted and blasted the prisoner directly into the wall. With a small smile creeping from the corner of his face, he finally let it take full control.

The body of his felt like to leap, so he let it happen. He jumped directly onto the ceiling, his body turning on instinct and then leaped forward again at an incredible amount of speed. The Art of Movement felt more real than ever before, it felt as if anything he wanted to do...was all his to control! Blaster fire whizzed by him at high speed, his right hand gripped the top of the scepter and twisted, revealing a lightsaber as it ignited violently an emerald green color. Moving so quickly, with only so much though as a breeze, he started to slash through nearly everything that moved in the hallway.

He fell to the floor, slashing ones legs out from under him, body contorting to the side as the scepter let out another bellow of wind into a poor prisoner nearby. Letting the momentum keep going, he slid underneath another kicked the bottom of the scepter onto the ground, flipping himself up right and slashing directly into the center before throwing the scepter like a javelin. Piercing through one of the individuals ahead, he jumped directly onto the wall and slashed through two with a quick spin before gripping the scepter once more and leaped forward harshly, swinging the lightsaber wildly as more and more fell...he lost track after a while, the combat got frantic so quickly.

Right as he got to the end of the hallway, a figure moved forward quickly with a grenade, activating it as he threw it towards Calos. It went into the air right as Calos twisted and kicked it back towards the figure. The poor soul, known as Notrir, would have the grenade detonate with a large explosion but narrowly miss him. Before he could even think that he was safe, there was a concentration of the explosion sucked backward towards Calos. With both eyes of his turning a pale green, he understood every word what the man said. Moving the scepter forward harshly, he controlled the entire force of the explosion, making a sphere of the air and compressing the entire explosion, then pushing forward as fire erupted directly into Notrir with the wall behind him blowing apart towards the outside. Whether Notrir died from the explosion or the soon to be incurred fall, was up to debate...but from the outside, a fireball blew out and destroyed part of the Spires structure.

Landing with both feet firmly planted towards the edge, he felt the robes stop with him in near perfect harmony. Breathing in, his left hand still gripped tightly the scepter as the hum of the emerald lightsaber kept going in his right hand. Lifting the lightsaber towards his chest upwards, letting his body bask in the glow for a brief moment before deactivating the lightsaber and moving back towards one of the nearby stairwells. It was not over yet...

 

[Tella Voland]

Objective II: Lord Krankz​

Whatever you do, my daughter, always make sure you look at things from the ground up. No matter what it is, you have to understand the foundations of it before you can reach its apex.

In this instance, Tella was taking her mother’s wisdom quite literally, deciding to entire the Spire through its bowels and make her way up to wherever this “Lord Krankz” was and put an end to him. She slowly made her way through the maze of heat and steam pipes that lay at the foundation of the enormous prison, using her Force senses to warn her of any errant bursts of high pressure steam that could slice a man apart more efficiently than even a lightsaber. She kept her profile in the Force low and close to herself, already she could sense many presences above her, several of which were strong in the Force and particularly the Dark Side. Some would be the Inquisitors and NISB agents dispatched to assist her and who she thought to rendezvous with as a Dark Jedi Master was above her paygrade by herself, but others would be foes she would have to dispatch.

And my own aura these days is becoming not too different from, say, our old friend Valerian or Sesara, wherever the latter has gone to. So much fighting, so much death. I hope I can get the chance to relax and do some more peaceful good after this mission. More and more I feel myself slipping towards the darkness…

She let out a large sigh that was masked by the sound of another burst of steam behind her. It was hard being a Grey Jedi recently in the Empire recently, so much of the expansion had been done through blood and death over diplomacy even with the accession of Setmarra as the Grand Moff. It was to be expected, but maybe she should ask for a break from her mother after this mission, see some of the good that their imposition of order in this lawless, hellish region of the galaxy that their bloodshed enabled. A vacation on Lianna, or perhaps the newly pacified Belderone or Galidraan would be good, where she could see the security and peace of the Empire in action.

But for now focus on the mission. End this Lord Krankz and any who might pose a real threat to the Empire so that this prison can host the worst of the pirates, warlords, and insane Force Wielders we come upon. It would be good to link up with Valerian and Vivian, I have not yet met the latter but Mother would not dispatch her if she did not think she could handle herself. Between the three of us, surely we will be able to take down this dark “lord” as he styles himself.

Vivian thretis Valerian Draak

 

["Wraith"]

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S K I R M I S H E S_A T_T H E_S P I R E
Objective I : The Dirroh Brothers

PROJECT ADJUDICATOR
STYGEON PRIME, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES
PERSONA : IAKAR THIF

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To Iakar Thif, the Empire of the Lost was a faction that had captivated his interest since its formation on Lianna. Created by Marginalized Imperials from the now defunct Elysium Empire, Eternal Empire and The Empire, it had quickly grown in influence and power spearheaded by a cabal of ambitious Imperial Moffs with a singular Grand Moff at its head. From what Thif had heard, many mainstream Imperials that had stuck with the Loyalist Empire had denounced the Empire of the Lost as false "pretenders", a view which only intensified as the Empire of the Lost laid claim to Galidrann, the home of one of the Triumvirs of the Empire of the Lost.

As an ambitious Ex-Imperial Mercenary and Power Broker, this interesting dynamic between the Empire of the Lost and the Loyalist Imperial Remnant provided Thif with the opportunity to increase his power and influence within the Tingel Arm, not to mention that there we're other Imperial splinter groups and Warlords roaming around, who could only further facilitate Thif's rise to power. However, if the Power Broker was to enter the Empire of the Lost's Political Sphere, he first needed to establish himself as a trustworthy and useful asset to the Empire of the Lost by leaving a good first impression of himself and today's action at Stygion Prime provided him with the perfect opportunity to do so.

Already Thif had managed to assemble a considerable Mercenary Army and had created a separate PMC, even going as far as to assist the forces of an Imperial Warlord during a conscript raid carried out against the world of Dorin. Now he had been provided an opportunity to further test the abilities of his Forces and improve his standing amongst the Imperial circles of the Tingel Arm with today's action. As long as he would find success on the battlefield, Thif would be most certainly able to further expand his operation and gather new partners to strengthen his position with a stronger reputation and he was ready to make sure his forces would not disappoint through any means necessary.

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Onboard the bridge of the Wyvern, Iakar Thif stood motionless as he gazed upon the exterior of the bridge, starring into the kaleidoscopic and swirling patterns of light as his flagship travelled through hyperspace. He was a newcomer in the geopolitical scene and now he was about to make his first major appearance within the Empire of the Lost by assisting them here at Stygeon Prime in reclaiming the Spire. As Thif kept his gaze on the swirling patterns of light outside, the Captain of the Wyvern walked up to him and proceeded to address him. "Sir, we are about to arrive at Stygeon Prime." the Captain said. "Good. Have the men board their shuttles. I'll join them shortly afterwards." Thif responded.

Soon enough, the swirling patterns of lights would soon revert back to normal as the EF96 Nebulon-A Escort Frigate emerged from hyperspace, arriving in proximity to the Outer Rim World of Stygegon Prime. By the time the Frigate had arrived at its destination, Thif had since left the bridge, leaving, it's captain in charge of the vessel as he made his way towards the main hangar where a Mercenary Force comprised of the Mythosaur Commandos, Order of the Silver Church and Rangers of Thustra had been assembled, boarding the numerous troop transport scattered across the hangar as they prepared to be deployed to the Spire.

As soon as Thif joined the assembling group of Mercenaries, one of his subordinates walked up towards him and informed him of the progress of the operation. "Mr. Thif. I see you have arrived to join the Mercenaries." the subordinate said. "That being said, the first wave of Mercenary is ready for deployment and await your confirmation for deployment towards the Spire." he added. "Good. I'll be joining them to oversee their progress. I intend to leave a good first impression towards the higher-ups back at Lianna. If Project Mynock is to succeed, we'll have to gain their trust as soon as possible" Thif replied. "Roger that sir." the subordinate replied before leaving Thif to continue on with his work, the Mercenary Leader proceeded to board one of the troop transports before signaling to his subordinates via the comms that they we're clear to launch the first wave of Mercenaries towards the Spire.

Soon enough, four Troop Transports emerged from the hangar of the EF96 Nebulon-A Escort Frigate followed by 6 Imperial TIE Outlanders as escort, quickly speeding off to support the Empire of the Lost in it's efforts to reclaim the Spire. All the necessary paperwork to justify their presence had been completed and the field officers in charge of the Imperial forces within the Spire had already been informed of their imminent arrival and their intent to support the Empire of the Lost's mission on Stygeon Prime to avoid any complications. With that being said, all the peices we're set for Thif to demosntrate his true capabilities as the future of his relationship with the Empire of the Lost all depended on this singular action.

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Tags | Myri Dara | Amiggie Lutih | Alasdair Voland ​

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[Amiggie Lutih]

Obj 1

Of course, instead of receiving advice, Ami heard a bunch of whining from Agent Myri about how tough SHE has it as an agent. Clearly Myri hadn't charged through the snow filled trenches under heavy fire back at Rhen Var. What was it with ISB agents being so entitled about everything. "Well maybe if I could see the quartermaster about my malfunctioning tech, it'll be resolved." Ami replied her tone of voice heavy with sarcasm. "Oh wait this fracking Empire doesn't have a Quartermaster! It barely has a chain of command that I can go to!"

Myri FINALLY told Ami where to go and to rendezvous with her at the hangar doors. "About time," Ami replied rolling her eyes. "Maybe if you whined less, I would've gone to your position by now."

Thankfully the way towards the hangar was empty. Most of the fighting was occurring on the upper half of the Spire with a few stragglers trying to find a way out of this frozen dump. Ami couldn't blame them for leaving, but these prisoners were hostile so if worse comes to worse, she had to defend herself. After about half an hour of navigating through the spacious halls, Ami arrived at the hangar doors. "All right I'm here," Ami said. "What's the plan Buttercup? The guards can only hold the prisoners off for so long so we need to hurry."

Myri Dara , "Wraith" , Alasdair Voland

 

[TotallyNotADMAccount]

Objective II: Lord Krankz​

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“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! It feels so good to be back!” The devilish Devaronian chirped as his crimson blade sliced the head off of the former Warden of the prison, a pudgy middle-aged man now a corpse with all of its limbs shorn off before the victorious Dark Jedi. The redskinned alien cooed as he looked at the terrified assistant warden, a petite, freckled, blonde-haired young woman who was now whimpering before him when just a day before she had the audacity to order him around.

“W-what do you want Krankz? I’ll give you anything…just…just…please don’t do to me what you did to Lofkin…”

The Devaronian laughed, using the Force to throw her into a nearby wall as he spoke. The audible crack of a broken spine could be heard as she fell to the ground, paralyzed yet still alive.

“Oh, I will have plenty to do with you Strisa…what I want…what I want is the twenty years back you and your compatriots have kept me in this frozen hellhole. But since I can’t get that, I’ll enjoy taking my revenge with my companions out on you and whatever Imperials you think are coming to save you. Do not worry, I will save you for last…”

“S-Sir...it’s just as you predicted…the Imperials…they’re launching an assault both on the top of the Spire and down here as well…” A panicked looking young prisoner reported.

Pulling up the security feeds, he glanced at the intruders who were closest to him, reaching out with the Force to try to sense more about them. His lips curled upwards in a cruel smile as he saw Valerian and his stormtroopers and felt Vivian’s power. He thought he felt someone below near the steampipes, but if he did their presence was too faint or they were too good at concealing it for now that he was unable to ascertain if they were truly enough of a threat for him to bother with personally. He did feel a particularly strong presence higher up in the Spire, but he figured the Dirroh Brothers could deal with him or her. After all, the deal had been he gets the lower Spire, they get the Upper-it was their problem, not his.

“Send most of the men against that woman there infiltrating the lower levels and send a few to investigate the presence in the steampipes. I am going to welcome our Inquisitor friend and his little band of stormtroopers personally. Divide and conquer, as Lofkin loved to say…”

With that a wave of hardened criminals surged off towards Tella and Vivian, while Krankz himself went to confront Valerian. The Inquisitor was fairly powerful, but he would doubtless fall before a true master of the Dark Side. Once he was disposed of, he would deal with the other two one at a time.

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As Valerian carefully maneuvered his way through the hallways with his entourage of Stormtroopers, Krankz suddenly dropped down from a ventilation shaft behind the Inquisitor. Wasting not a single moment, he lashed out with a violent bolt of Force Lightning at three of the closest troopers, before pivoting around with his crimson blade seeking to end the Inquisitor’s life with a vicious diagonal right-to-left slash against his center.

Vivian thretis Valerian Draak Tella Voland

 

[Calos Trifecta]

Going through a large section of the spire, he encountered what appeared to be a deep, long pit of a ventilation shaft. Hearing a yell, he turned to get kicked off from the railing and fall straight down...down...down....down. The wind would go by him as he must have fallen several stories before thrusting the scepter forward, trying to cushion the fall....PLAP.

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The call of the ocean...the waves, it kept hitting at the beach. There was the soft gall of some kind of birds nearby, the daylight shined so brightly amongst the waves. The echo of the waves hitting the beach brushed against his entire body. Blinking a few times, the male slowly rose himself off the beach as the pain of a thousand needles seem to hit every part of his body. Focusing on the pain, he felt the broken body of his starting to mend...he should have been dead, no he should have died on impact on the water...drowned. Yet here...he still was alive.

The aged body would start to slowly lumber, attempting to stand up amongst the waves. The wind blew so freely around him, he could feel nature itself attempting to help him, to try and move him somewhere. Following the gusts of wind, his movement was hobbled, his left leg feeling as if it had shattered into a million pieces. Each step though, the pain started to decrease...every step, he could feel the Force swell inside him. Moving towards the base of the tree trunk, there was a set of guards. They turned, as if trying to say something before their bodies were smashed together violently with one gesture. The anger that he had suppressed...started to build, the hatred had started to build. The SUFFERING he felt, had built up!

Entering through the tree trunk, a loud battle cry erupted. Blaster bolts passed him by, the rush of wind came from behind and slammed a entire group against the wall. Rounds of blaster fire went off, sounds of choking, groans, screams...it all mixed together over time and kept going...and going...and going.

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All this time, Calos body was in auto-pilot, the entire sequence of a "dream" had played out in real life. Bodies were skewed all around the area, an entire prison section was in complete ruins, lights destroyed with bars having impaled onto other prisoners. The eyes of Calos were now a very pale white, his Iris missing but holding the scepter as he kept lumbering forward. From nearby, the green glow would attempt to show itself...all near now Valerian Draak but far off from the other stormtroopers. He did not know of the soon to be engrossing fight, nor did he understand what was happening. At this moment...he acted more or less like a possessed.

 

[Vivian thretis]

Objective 2
Equipment: red lightsaber, armor
Tags: Tella Voland Valerian Draak

Vivian walked through lower levels she had completely shut off her force signature so other couldn't sense it she didn't want to be ambushed especially by a self proclaimed dark "lord" in a prison. Her silent movements meant she couldn't be heard if they wanted to find. Her they'd have to see her and by then she'd have the advantage especially in these smaller rooms she would have used the same route that the steam pipes used but she didn't want to do that using her metal armor. Vivian was still trying to get over her exile from braxant but the empire gave her missions to distract her mind and a reason to use her training for something other than keeping nobles safe.

As she entered a maintenance room the young martial artist saw the entrance to the pip corridor and she could see a young woman squeezing through them recognizing her as an imperial Vivian waited for her to crawl out "tella I presume Vivian nice to meet you" she said. As she stuck her hand out to be shaken not knowing tella's past but knowing tella was in the same branch she was "if we take out lord krantz we are going to need a plan better to have one than going in blind and getting killed" she suggested.

 

[Myri Dara]

Objective: Objective I: The Dirroh Brothers
Location: Hangar Bay | Stygeon Prison| Stygeon Prime
Equipment: KC-77N Hybrid Pistols x2 | HUD goggles | Overseer-pattern HPI Biochip | Protective outfit | Knuckle plate vibro blade
Tag: Amiggie Lutih | "Wraith" | Alasdair Voland
Dialogue Legend: "Galactic Basic" | << comm. channel >>

It was a good thing that there was no vocal expression of descent for Myri’s “whining” as Lutih immediately started her own whine. It was of course valid. The fledgling Empire had not gotten to a point that all of its soldiers had a uniform equipment manifest, or for that matter someone who would even create such a thing. I made Myri miss the Eternal Empire. But there was nothing that could be done about that. Her former home had crumbled and Myri could either whine or pick up the pieces and move on.

Luckily her own equipment was still the Eternal standard tech. Until this new Empire could prove on that level she would continue to use it. And there were enough refugees from her former home that it was not rare to lean on existing equipment. Then Lutih did call Myri out for whining. <<I’m sorry. What was that story about a missing quartermaster and faulty equipment?>> Myri responded with a laugh. <<Just hurry up and get to the meeting point. I don’t think I need to be that quiet with this bunch.>>

Brow furrowed at being called buttercup, though Myri could think of worse things so she let it roll off. ”My plan was to sneak into the heart of the prison, locate the Dirroh and take them out one at a time before they knew what hit them,” Myri looked over the stormtrooper in front of her and recalled their interactions to this point over the comm. ”I don’t suppose that fits in your areas of expertise. So let’s say you take the lead and make things blow up and I do my best to gather intelligence while you do that…These guys weren’t exactly the most tactful criminals. But they have skills. They’ll be looking for another way out now that we’ve given the prison guards support in the main hangar. Where would you go to get out of here? My guess is they have about the same thought process. Go ahead and lead on. My tech actually works in here so I’ll try to monitor any comms or such as we go along. You need me to help you take down some prisoners just let me know.”

 

[Tella Voland]

Objective 2​

Tella continued her trek through the steampipes, guided by her heightened prenatural ability to sense danger to avoid the worst dangers such as superheated steam that occasionally billowed out of the poorly maintained pipes. Her excellent sense of foresight warned her a few moments in advance that Vivian would be greeting her, enabling her to get some sense of composure as she stepped through the pipe toward the other woman. She nodded enthusiastically at the greeting from the other woman and gave her a firm shake of her owned gloved hands.

“Nice to meet you as well Vivian.”

At the suggestion that they have a plan, she gave another affirmative nod.

“Krankz is more powerful than any of us individually, but if we stand united and have a mind for strategy he should fall before the three of us. I think he knows that too, which means that if he is not here for us then he is probably aiming to take out Valerian. We best hurry to his position!”

Motioning for the woman to follow her, she continued, hoping that they could reach the Inquisitor before Krankz could overwhelm him and his retinue.

“I am particularly skilled with the art of foresight in the sense I can usually get a sense for what my opponent is going to do before they do it. I’ve also trained to be particularly good at restraining my opponents with the Force or crushing them if need be. I may be able to forecast some of his attacks and use my powers to stop him from doing them or give you an opening.”

Valerian Draak Vivian thretis

 

[Alasdair Voland]

Alasdair quietly listened to the banter and complaining of both Myri and Lutih, adjusting his blaster rifle as he waited behind the former, making sure to double check its quality. It was serviceable and worked, but he would not call it particularly great. The two did have a point about the quality and standardization of the gear, but the administration could only do so much with the limited resources that the Empire had at the moment. Already he knew his mother was overworked most of the time with bags under her eyes and he suspected she had been sleeping in her office just over the sheer amount of paperwork that needed to be done, hopefully the soldiers would give them some leniency-after all they had forged an Empire out of basically nothing.

It’s interesting to note a little bit of interservice rivalry here too between the NISB and the Army…I’ll have to report to watch out for that...see this and the equipment issue are some of the many reasons I still take to the frontlines occasionally.

Deciding to speak up and finally announce himself, he nodded and looked towards Lutih and Myri. “Commodore Alasdair Voland here, I think that's the best course of action. I’ll go in with the Corporal while you gather intelligence behind us and figure out where exactly these Dirroh brothers are so we can put an end to them and this little rebellion. It’s good to be on the frontlines again, you learn much more than you ever could sitting behind a desk.”

Shouldering his rifle, he gave another affirmative nod towards Lutih.

“Lead the way Corporal, I’ll be right behind you.”

Myri Dara Amiggie Lutih

 

[Valerian Draak]

Location: The Spire, Stygeon Prime
Objective: 2
Tags: Vivian thretis Tella Voland TotallyNotADMAccount


Valerian would wander the dark halls closely. All around as he wandered the old imperial corridors he could sense past echoes. Echoes of Jedi lured here to die, of his past inquisitors carrying out swift justice. All of it seemed to pass by in seconds, yet there was still an echo that had still lingered long after the moment took place. Valerian would narrow his eyes, and kept a firm hold of circular hilt of his lightsaber. He could sense many in this prison, but his prey had remained elusive. The Stormtroopers remained ever vigilant, yet Valerian knew in all honesty that such troopers didn’t stand a chance against the Force, hence why he was here.

There was something he couldn’t quite shake off. The eerie silence continued to plague the halls, yet Valerian felt as if he was being watched. As far as he knew both him, and his squad were the only ones around. It only made him feel uneasy as he turned his face left to right. He was about to move quickly, hoping that perhaps whoever was in his path might be coaxed into coming out. Still Valerian couldn’t be more wrong, as he turned only to see a flash of blue lightning overcome his optic sensors. He could hear the screams of the stormtroopers, and could smell the putrid scent of scorched flesh underneath that armor. Valerian would raise his blade defensively, gritting his teeth, and at the same time he heard the taunting of his old master in his mind, and how being on the defensive was too much of a Jedi tactic.

When he finally regained his bounds, he was quickly assaulted. His lightsaber would move to clash against that of the Dark Jedi before him. Engaging in a lock with the being, a slight growl came from his lips, as he pushed away the man, only to narrowly avoid a strike to his chest by once more blocking with the blade. “You won’t get me, sleemo.” He said uttering the Huttese curse with venom. With one flick of his wrist came the second crimson blade with a snap hiss, and quickly Valerian would strike at his target with his saberstaff, the hold of his saber in a crescent form, not activating the spinning motion of his saber just yet, he hoped to prove his skills, launching a few offensive strikes to see how well the dark Jedi could handle being attacked.

 

[Felix Von Braun]

Objective: Objective I: The Dirroh Brothers
Location: Hangar Bay | Stygeon Prison| Stygeon Prime
Equipment: Big iron hand cannon disruptor pistol | BR-212 ACR, UL-13 "Corporis" Skin Suit with a leather jacket over it | Chrysalis combat drugs two doses
Tag: Amiggie Lutih | "Wraith" | Alasdair Voland | Myri Dara

Dialogue Legend: "Galactic Basic" | << comm. channel >>

As Felix waited for his ship to touch down he sat near its ramp reading from his little black book. his helmet rested on the bench next to him. Finally as his ship bucked and whirled he sighed closing his book and tucking it into the pocket of his jacket. "Alright E27 you got the ship till I'm back." He stated slipping on his helmet as his astromech remained on board making boops and beeps in response.

Cycling threw his data on his helmets HUD he opened up his coms channle. << White wolf on the ground, Who am I reporting to so I may assist in the mission.>> He stated as he began briskly walking twords the sound of trouble.