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Some Days Are For Dying [ TSE Dominion of Raxus ]

Ten, twenty minutes.

Drexden looked to the left, to the right - The coast was clear. He rapped on the metal door. A small slit opened, the glowing photoreceptors of a protocol droid on the other side. Its binary was familiar, he knew what to say.

"I have walked many leagues, and while I have no credits I sing for my supper." "You can't sit here."

The droid waited a second, then opened the door. Drexden darted inside, greeted the bounty hunter sitting next to the door with his exotic firearm in his lap. Drexden had heard his story: The Sith wiped out his whole company back on Tiss'sharl when they were hired to take out the Dark Lord. Afterwards, he had joined the League full time. It was him and Thirty-Four; an assassin droid with the head-casing of a protocol droid. Thirty-Four was a mystery.

Drexden ran upstairs, two floors. He knocked on the door. No code word this time. The door on the opposite side opened and Drexden turned, then went through. There were bombs strewn on the tables and men and women of the League conversing quietly. On one of the tables lay the body of someone Dexden knew. He didn't have time to look. In a corner, chained to the wall, was a prisoner. They had beaten his legs to mush for information, but he hadn't talked about anything other than what the Dark Lord would do to them,

The prisoner looked up and over at Drexden, a smile on his broken teeth.

"Death's in your shadow, boy." "You go'n die too."

A woman kicked him on the side of the head with the heel of her boot, the lightsabre at her hip swinging. She spat on the floor in front of the prisoner and turned back to tending to the wounded.
 
The thunderous downpour of artillery shells pounding against the shield was like rainfall, the barrage never ceasing in its rhythmic intensity as the Imperial forces beyond the city concentrated all their fire on the shields.

Fools thought the General, they can never get through our shield.

Then, suddenly, there was a great roar of energy as the light outside gradually lost its cerulean tint. A few seconds later the barrage started again, but this time the city itself suffered the brunt of the attack. Buildings exploded and collapsed as shells ripped through their infrastructure like paper, exploding deep in their foundation that sent the whole structure tumbling into the streets. Citizens ran fleeing in terror from the fighting, but as they thundered on towards the underground emergency bunkers they found that the doors had been sealed.

The League had taken refuge in the bunkers, blocking all chance of escape for the civilians caught in the middle.

Some huddled near the entrances to the bunkers, seeking shelter from the barrage under the overhang that preceded the thick metal doors. Others braved the destruction and headed towards the Imperial lines, their hands thrown up in surrender as they approached the Imperial Legion. Some were unfortunately shot down, but others were redirected to neutral zones where they could be processed by members of the Imperial Detention Force.

"Impossible! We have been betrayed! There's no way the Empire could have destroyed the shield generator by themselves, this is treason of the highest order!" railed General Lodelon as he flung himself forward onto his feet, his cybernetic limbs whirring in protest as he stalked around the room, his eyes aflame with suspicion and paranoia. "Who was it then? Which among you is a bedfellow of the Empire? Of the Sith!?" When no one answered, primarily because they were too stunned to respond, the General retrieved the heavy pistol at his side and warily aimed it at their collective persons. That spurred one to speak, "General, there has been no betrayal! None of us would be-"

Kwap Kwap!

The adjutant's words died in his throat as he stumbled back, two holes in his chest billowing smoke and steamed blood from where the General had callously shot him. He gurgled something unintelligible, his mouth foaming with spittle and blood, and then he collapsed on his back.

"Lies! Deception! I am surrounded by vultures! Recall all soldiers to my location, I don't want a single Imperial dog setting foot in my presence!"
 
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Kor Vexen



Raxus Secundus
Outskirts of Capital
Vexen watched from his command post as the neverending cannonade of artillery fire continued to pound the shields, his droids and walkers marching upon the city. They had all but descended upon the city's outer limits as the shields went down, pouring into it as soon as that protective barrier caved in. As he had predicted, the League had no credible defenses against the Imperial armies after they had their insignificant shield taken down. How shortsighted of General Lodelon and how naive of him to think that the League or a shield could ever stop Vexen or his Legions from coming to root out enemies of the Sith Empire.
With their shields down and the League cowering away into the bunkers the droids advanced into the city, being able to identify combatant from civilian, hostile from docile. They sought out any of General Lodelon's soldiers, gunning them down in droves to prevent a greater number of them from being able to flee back to the General's location in some last stand effort. They would die as soldiers to a crazed and decrepit general, or surrender and be made an example of, to any that would harbor thoughts of aligning themselves with groups such as the League of Voss.
Vexen was mildly amused by the results, though it brought him no pride to have achieved what was soon to be another victory against a foe who could hardly even fight back. Transports and fighters filled the sky as air superiority was in the process of being established. All that was left of Vexen's orders that had yet to be fulfilled was the capture of General Lodelon, though after this siege Vexen had no desire to consume such a weak and frail mind. If the general was killed, that would be that, if he was captured alive, he would be handed off to the Empire for interrogation. Vexen would direct his artillery to cease fire and take aim to the General's makeshift command center, awaiting news from the bounty hunter.
[member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Koda Fett"]
 

Ao Xian

Everyone Forgets the Tail Flick
Ao fluttered her eye lashes at him, whiskers curling in a clearly flattered (but also acknowledging the praise as deserved) fashion. She preened slightly, scales catching the muted light just right as she gazed at him with clear fondness.
"I always thought so as well," she purred. Ao had never been the sort for false modesty after all.

A very honest creature.

Nothing more honest than someone willing to literally eat your face, after all.

Of course, she'd never do that to Kalak. Well. At least she couldn't imagine the circumstances that would have to happen to reach a point where she would seriously consider it. Kalak was warm, polite, unfailingly complimentary. He understood her, her needs, her desires. And she in turn, understood his.

"Mmmm have you considered opening up a location here?" She asked, and then "Mmm yes but just a slice."

"I believe there would be a market for your offerings. I am certain of it in fact. With how much I love what you do, dear heart."

She did not pretend that he had yet come as far as she had. But she could bouy him in turn. Yes. That she could and would do.

[member="Kalak the Raykkan"]
 
[member="Ao Xian"]

Presumably his face was also rather less tasty than the usual sentient.

Slimy, acidic, it would most likely cause quite a few burns, but Kalak knew that that would not stop his dearest. It was what made the Raykkan respect her rather than simply love her. After all, the Raykkans were apex predators on Raykka. it was in their very blood and genes to go for the throat. Kal respected it when others had the same values and qualities as him.

The throat was most tasty after all.

"Hm, within Sith Empire space?" Kal mused on that a bit as he pushed around a piece of an eye. It was roasted to perfection- to signify the mix of death an' life, quite a pretty picture it made in his opinion.

Dinner was not simply something you tore into with your teeth.

It was also something that should be pleasant to the..... eye. A form of art, if you thought about it. "I am unsure, sweeteyes, usually I draw my... harvest from the region it is located in." At least when it was farther away from his usual supply points. He had been avoiding the Empire space specifically because of Ao. The last thing that the Raykkan would have wanted was to bring her into trouble.

"I could rethink the logistics and supply lines, I suppose. Unless the Sith have reconsidered their approach towards their cattle?"
 
Location: Raxus Prime, Cartel Controlled Junkyards
Objective: Deal with the Rodian Junk Cartel
Allies: N/A
Enemies: N/A

What kind of job could only be extended to strangers in junkyards? It didn't really matter, Ceypleskey had already decided the answer was no. The only thing he was still iffy on was whether or not he should shoot this sucker or just leave him and keep going. Ceypleskey had seen robes in that style before. They reminded him of Jedi robes, and he had seen Jedi come through here before. Laser swords and all. Did this guy also have a laser sword and magic powers? Maybe. Maybe not. All the Jedi Ceypleskey read about in the news were vaguely attractive humans in their twenties.

Stupid humans. Stupid young people. They got all the magic powers in the galaxy. Lucky bastards. Ceypleskey eventually came to the conclusion he'd have to find out what job this Aldabert character was offering before taking a shot at him. It could've been harmless. "And what's the job? What's the pay?"

"Take me to your leader, und I vill pay you very much in ze way uuf money."

"Seriously? You want to see the boss?"

"Jah."

That was a tall order. The Junk Cartel's headquarters was hidden deep underground. Undertrash? Undertrash. Actual ground-level Raxus Prime hadn't been seen in centuries. Whatever. It was a hollowed out Providence-class from the mythic Clone Wars. Ceypleskey didn't know much about it beyond that, except that it made a good hiding place and that the former command bridge was where the bigshots held all the orgies. Lucky bastards. "Yeah, that's not gonna happen, pal."

The reason the Junk Cartel operated as long as it did was because it was hidden and holed up. If he started giving directions to strange Gands, well, that'd defeat the whole purpose. And Ceypleskey didn't want to risk someone else taking this guy up on his offer. Life out here was hard. Life in a Tionese prison was harder. Or being dead. That was hard too. But maybe not as much as Tionese prison.

"You haff made me very sad."

"Oh," Ceypleskey said, grip tightening on his pistol. "Okay."

"But," the Gand held up a hand, "I vill give you somesing anyvey, as show of good faith."

Oh, come on. "...Okay. What?"
 
Location: Raxus Secundus Orbit
Objective: Break the League

Not a single worry clouded Zahori's mind. She was in such a state of focus and determination, the chaos around her felt natural. It may have been the Pellucid Crown atop her head or it was just her natural affinity for space combat. Either way, she was nearing her objective without an issue on her mind. With her grip tightly wrapped around the thruster, she pushed forward causing her fighters speed to accelerate immensely as she pressed on her target.

The Malicious One ripped and tore through the star defenders laser cannons, destroying each one without mercy. Soon, she came face to face with the bridge of the League's command ship. With a swift press of a button on her dashboard, several concussion missiles were unleashed at the bridge. The combined destruction of the missiles easily decimated the bridge, obliterating all within and cutting the brain from the beast.

The battle was just about done at that point.

The League's fleet was torn apart and it's command ship was crippled. There was just the clean up to do with the stragglers and the Empire would be victorious.
 
Drexden passed through another door, two tall Rangers flanking either side and looking at him suspiciously. His head sank and his shoulders rolled towards his chest as they scrutinised him. "Your weapon" Drexden handed over his lightsabre to the one on his right. The left one gave a sequence of raps on the door. It clicked and slid to the side. Drexden darted in. His heart was pounding.

His sabre was his life, or so his teacher had told him. But he needed to see the Magistrate.

"Oh, young Padawan Drexden. How nice it is to see you." "Magistrate." Drexden bowed in respect.

The magistrate's meagre frame shifted under the lavish shimmersilks as he righted himself in his chair and corrected the glasses that had slipped down to the tip of his nose as he read. He smiled a wide smile under the wispy, gold-tipped moustache that crested his upper lip. Bushy brows with long, curled wings poking out to the sides lifted and caused a ripple of wrinkles on his forehead.

"You bring news I hear. Most dire ones." "The Sith Emperor has called for your head and dispatched assassins. You are in grave danger." The Magistrate gripped the arms of his chairs, hair rising on his neck. "So it is as we have feared. This... This will be the end." "Do you know when? When do they plan to strike"

"The reckoning is nigh" "What?"
 

Sebastian Thel

Guest
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Location: Tamwith Bay
Objective: Redirect the flow of trade to the Empire
Allies: [member="House Zambrano"]

Sebastian watched the agent swan down the corridor, while an explosion thundered outside of the window. Glass cracked and shattered at his feet as he covered his ears to drown out the sound. Gripping his head, he ran in the opposite direction to Tula and made his way back to the office level. He watched staff members file out of doorways in the evacuation process and he was not with them, hurrying instead back to his position at the computer to complete the operation.

Sheets of paper fell to the floor with every resounding boom. Racing down through the center of the empty office, Sebastian tripped in his path as the building shook. He reached the desk and scrambled into the chair, setting up the terminal and making sure nobody had tampered with the system. With everything operational, he erased the supply lines and reorganized the data, directing the incoming funds to Imperial ports. The numbers rolled down the screen as he tapped away, his wrist cramping as the movements of his fingers quickened.

A bead of sweat fell from Sebastian's forehead and onto the desk. He repeated the process for every supply line directing funds to League of Voss, until the process was complete. The trade routes had been rearranged and directed entirely to Imperial ports, with the new system operation in the name of the Empire. Sebastian sighed in relief and only too soon as another explosion shattered the windows, sending shards of glass clattering over the desk. The impact rattled the building and sent him falling to the floor.

"Don't move." A voice called from above the desk. On his hands and knees, Sebastian brushed away broken glass, on which he tried not to cut himself as he scrambled to his feet. The barrel of a blaster brushed his hair and his cheeks heated in panic. He slowly stood and turned around to see Tula armed with a gun at his head.
 
Drexden doubled over as a pain shot through his abdomen, his mouth opened in a silent scream as something welled up from inside. He could not breathe - his stomach convulsed in dry heaves until finally a white head popped out of his mouth; the white serpent hissed as it set its burning eyes on the magistrate and with a final push, extracted itself from Drexden. The magistrate jumped out of his chair and several steps back. The rodian padawan fell back on his buttocks, clutching his throat and gasping for air. Black veins spread around his lips and eyes as the poison took effect.

The pale serpent's form shifted and sprang into the air in the direction of the Magistrate. However, as it did, its form blackened as though enveloped with smoke that then turned into charcoal fabrics. An ashen face formed, with purple lips and eyes like smouldering coals. A black knife was produced from a sleeve, it thrust into the magistrate's ribs like the serpent's fang, it twisted to open the wound further, then broke off near the hilt. Blood soaked the shimmersilk robes as the magistrate fell into the corner.

The Queen of Shadows pulled the hilt back and took two steps back into the room. Her unblinking eyes set on the dying man's face until she knew he was too far gone.
"Magistrate!"

The door crashed open and the two rangers stormed in, followed by the female Jedi, but all they could see was the body of the Magistrate in the corner and Drexden foaming at the mouth on the middle of the floor. He convulsed twice, then seized to move. In his pocket they found a note, ciphered. When cracked it said:

'It is time, kill the Magistrate. Your service and sacrifice will never be forgotten.'
 
Location: Raxus Prime, Cartel Controlled Junkyards
Objective: Deal with the Rodian Junk Cartel
Allies: N/A
Enemies: N/A

Aldabert gestured with one arm towards a medium-sized pile of cans on the other side of the clearing. It wasn't very tall, about the height and depth of a coffin, the Rodian imagined. Someone had probably tried to gather them all up into a bench. Idiot.

Ceypleskey returned his gaze to Aldabert. "A pile of cans?"

"Zere is a droid in ze cans. Fully preserved, it looks like..."

A droid? A fully preserved droid in this part of the junkyards? That sounded almost too good to be true, but on closer inspection of the pile, Ceypleskey noticed there appeared to be a hand sticking out one side. This was absurd, how could someone have missed that? Rodians had been living around here for years now. Someone would have found it. Then again, what was the caliber of Rodian walking around these parts? Niildopow? Squnity McSquint face? Perhaps it wasn't that far fetched someone had missed it.

Ceypleskey really wanted a droid, but he also didn't want to leave this guy hanging around. Maybe if he turned on the droid, it would help him kill this guy. Ceypleskey waved his pistol at the Gand. "Don't you move a muscle, or I'll blast you. Hear me?"

The Gand lowered his head. "Zat makes me very sad you vould say such a zing."

Yeah, whatever. It was clearly a sad day to be a Gand. Ceypleskey marched over to the pile and swept away some of the surface cans. Sure enough, there was a droid underneath. Looked like it hadn't been here for very long, though, so that was already suspicious. It was a lithe looking machine, painted a sinister black. Even switched off, photoreceptors dimmed, it looked a little intimidating. And then of course the photoreceptors suddenly lit up. Ceypleskey did not have much time to process this change before a mechanical hand had shot up and fastened itself around his neck.

There was an audible clattering as the cans shifted and fell away, the droid standing up and raising Ceypleskey with it. The Rodian flailed wildly, gurgling nonsense and profanity, but the droid seized his sidearm and tossed it away all the same. Moments later, Aldabert leisurely strolled up to the two. He knelt behind the dangling Rodian, relieving him of his right boot and the vibrodagger that had been secretly stored inside. Aldabert replaced the boot, then tucked the dagger into his belt.

"You can set him down now."

The droid released Ceypleskey, who fell on his ass and began to cough and hack wildly. Aldabert waited patiently, retrieving a heavy blaster pistol from the folds of his robe.

"How- how did you- know about my boot knife?"

"You live in ze junkyards, on ze fringes uuf cevilized society. I assume everybody has a boot knife," Aldabert pressed the muzzle of the pistol against the back of Ceypleskey's head, "Now, let's talk about seeing ze boss again."
 
The Admiralty
Codex Judge
Location: Raxus Prime, Junkards.
Objective: Spread fire.
Allies: [member="Darth Filiae"]
Enemies: Everything.

Metal everywhere.

Alex wouldn't have been surprised if a single cut from one of these edges would be enough to cause your limb to fall off eventually. "Right there, see?" She murmured over her shoulder to the Chiss, her current companion in this crime of theirs. Several Inquisitors and Assassins were looking in concert with other elements to eliminate the criminal activity around these parts of the scrapyard. Well, 'scrapyard' didn't really cut it, it was gargantuan and sprawling... a continent's worth of scrap heaps rising up to touch the sky.

No wonder the Ithorians didn't trust the humans with displays like these.

"Again- there." Finger pointed now at the smol figures moving in and out of a metal hill. The garbage covered most of their movements, but the Saaraishash's intel seemed clean here. A competitor of the Rodian gangs was hauled up here in wait.

Presumably they were burrowing down and waiting until the Sith Empire had completed its operations here.

Once the Rodians were gone, the Sith's focus shifting further into the Tingel Arm? They'd come out and take over. "I say we don't wait." Alexa said suddenly, already rising up, pushing her frame up from the garbage to take a better look at what was happening. She already towered over Filiae, but rising up that only increased twofold. "The bird has enough glory, we can move in there now and take them out, while the Saaraishash is lagging behind us."

Filiae was assassin first as far as Alex was concerned.

Daughter to the Pale.

Blood was thicker than any other allegiance.
 
RAXUS PRIME
scrap yards
[member="Alexa Typhe"]

"I see them."

She zoomed back out with her optics, the other eye opening as she turned her head to look at Alexa. She looked back at the scrap and nodded. The Saaraishash didn't only get glory for what they did, but some of the things the Assassins had done as well. The Pale ignored it, but deep inside Filiae there was a part of her that was livid.

"We don't know how many are in there." "We could get trapped."

Filiae took stock of what she carried with her: A bag of explosives, her sabre, and a Vahla. There wasn't much in the way of protection in there. She knew she could sneak past just about any sensor. After all, she was the Pale's protege.

"But if we are quiet, quick, we could clean them out before the Bird sweeps in on his Palanquin."

A smile curved up on the left side of her face as she shifted her weight over on her feet. With her left hand, she pointed at the second place of movement.

"Let's go."

Filiae was off, shooting to the left and down the scrap-heap. She knew this side had ample cover and her light feet made no sound as she picked and chose where to plant her feet. tap tap tap tap. Her descent down from the scrap pile made her dart between jagged tips of rusted metal that would easily carve a throat open in ways that were not easily fixed. One step wrong and one would ring out a thunk, like a drum for everyone to hear- or slip and fall a good distance to the jagged glass at the end.

At the bottom, she stepped aside for Alexa to land as well, then activated the personal cloaking device in her suit.

"Stay low. We grab the sentinels and silence them before we go in."
 
Location: Raxus Prime, Cartel Controlled Junkyards
Objective: Deal with the Rodian Junk Cartel
Allies: N/A
Enemies: N/A

Let it never be said that, under pressure, Ceypleskey was any stronger than an egg. "Okay, okay! I'll take you, just don't shoot me!"

The droid nearby made a short, flat tone in binary. When the Rodian felt the muzzle fall away from the back of his head, he stole a glance at the assassin droid. It had to be an assassin droid. Battle droids didn't look this scary, usually. Its emotionless photoreceptors stared back at him, probably scanning and taking in all kinds of information. Ceypleskey could hear it now: Rodian Content Analysis: 30% Chit, 30% Urine, 40% Cowardice. Threat Level: Negligible. Obviously that wasn't what it said, since Aldabert responded in an entirely different manner. Already the sting of shame could be felt.

"It's fine, he von't be running," Aldabert replied, holstering his weapon. "He knows vhat a good shot a Findsman can be - and zat zee range on your vhipcord launcher is quite great."

Ceypleskey gawped, "I didn't know any of that!"

"Vell, now you do. Up, up!"

Not satisfied with Ceypleskey's projected speed in getting up, the droid immediately bent over and hoisted the Rodian up quite painfully by the armpit. "Gentle, gentle!" Aldabert said, getting only another flat baritone note from the droid. Did he seriously understand what that droid was saying? Ceypleskey rolled his now sore arm, wincing in pain.

"If they see you following me, they're going to get suspicious," Ceypleskey explained. "Maybe I could just... Give you directions."

"A good effort, but vee haff come prepared for such a thing," Aldabert brushed aside his robes, revealing a shiny belt. "Behold, ze technological mastery of ze Syndicate."

"The who?"

"Never mind, it is not important to you," Aldabert punched his belt, activating the stealth field. Ceypleskey blinked once in surprise and noticed that the droid had similarly vanished. "Go on now, valk back to your base. Pretend like ve are not behind you."

Ceypleskey felt a phantom sensation on the back of his head where the muzzle had been pressed. This was not going to be easy for him.
 
The Admiralty
Codex Judge
RAXUS PRIME
scrap yards
[member="Darth Filiae"]

Alexa didn't have a personalized stealth device.

Or decades of training as a stealth assassin.

But she did have genes on her side when she simply shifted the color of her skin and features to complement the rust of the scenery. Her outfit was already accommodating in that aspect and her red hair only complimented the entire get-up. "Oh, you were still talking?" Alex murmured when Filiae jumped into the fray and run with her, because in all honesty... the Vahla hadn't waited for the Chiss to finish her thoughts.

She had felt it in her veins when the child of pale had made-up her mind and jogged into a run immediately.

Two moments later the Chiss disappeared out of view and that made Alexa grunt a bit. She crouched down lower, shifting further into the scenery by rearranging the way her body seemed- shorter now, smaller, moving the excess body-mass deeper into her core as the staunch tol woman disappeared and instead something entirely else came into her place.

It still held a sword though.

"I take the left, you take the right."

Now her thoughts would touch the Chiss'. Filiae's mind was cold, detached, clinical and it ran backwards to her own passion and heat. Just the proximity made Alex hiss just a bit.

Opposites in so many ways... it was amusing.
 

Lemon

Citrus Dreams
RAXIS SECUNDUS
THE CAPITAL, EASTERN APPROACH



Time was precious.

General Lodelon knew that more then anyone else, surely. His time, however, was running out- as was his luck. With each passing moment a soldier of his fell in combat, for every Sith that perished two men under his command were obliterated. It was never anything personal, purely business. Would anybody be sorry for what transpired here today? Possibly. Fett knew that this war, that this was just business, and he could afford to simply go home once it was all over and done. A shame so many didn't have that luxury.

-----

Vast cities were a danger. Too many avenues were open to be fired from, and to rain fire from upon. A keen pair of eyes watch beneath a visor intent, soon to be soaring throughout the skies, a General stand below- directing his men as they come and go. Unaware of the dilemma beset before him. Fett took a step forwards and thrust himself into a free-fall. Flames spat violently out the bottom of his jetpack, keeping him within the air as the roar of his jetpack soared over the League of Voss' lines. Some cowered, believing it to be a missile of sorts, others ignored it. In the cacophony of war a flying green-man was not that much of a surprise, or so it seemed.

As the Bounty Hunter drew near he lined up his wrist, firing a singular whipcord form twenty metres above the General. It fiercely wrapped around his waist, plucking him from the ground and sent upwards. In truth, it was a foolish plan- but the jetpack could withstand the weight. Panicked screams of a man suspended in the air, soaring at ludicrously high speeds were faintly heard in the distance. Ultimately, Koda found himself perched upon the a building, a bound and gagged General laying before him, his muffled aggressiveness barely seeping through.

:: I have the General. :: The Mandalorian announced over the comms.




[member="Kor Vexen"]
 
Some would have argued against it, but in the final hour of the League's stand in the city of Raxulon, their General had chosen to direct his soldiers as the Empire encroached on the old Senate Building. While the Empire had overwhelming numbers and air superiority, that did not seem to deter the General's most ardent of followers as they dug in defensive formations around the Senate Building. Anti-Air gun batteries were hastily constructed, while barbed wire and hedgehogs lined the avenues leading up to the building's annex.

Anti-Tank cannons spewed smoke and soot as high-caliber slugs rained destruction on enemy vehicles and buildings alike. The fog of war blanketed the city, thick plumes of smoke rising from the burning husks of civilian centers and commerce towers. The sky itself was heavy with clouds, the bleak light of the sun briefly shining through to illuminate the carnage and the chaos.

General Lodelon stalked from behind several lines of soldiers, each one ready to give their lives for liberty and freedom. Even now he wondered why he had forsaken his defensive hold in the Senate Building, but perhaps it had been a queer moment of clarity that had broken through the maddening darkness that plagued his sleep-deprived mind. Perhaps deep down he knew that this was a battle that he and his soldiers were ill-fit to win and that if they were all destined to die at the hands of tyranny and oppression, then he should be there with them at the very end.

He was shaken from his reflection by the sound of a jetpack, and the foreign sensation of a whipcord fastening around his torso, yanking him up into the air with such a sudden lurch that he dropped his weapon. The soldiers around him were far too slow to react to their General's abduction, but even as they took aim at the Mandalorian they couldn't get a clear shot or fear of accidentally hitting the general who dangled beneath him. What few potshots were taken were easily avoided by the fast-moving bounty hunter, who disappeared over the Senate Building with his human cargo in tow. Besides that, a far more pressing sound drew their attention away from the abducted Lodelon.

Far above them, a squadron of Exodus-class Strategic Bombers angled in for an attack run upon the League defensive lines. They had been waiting in the reserves until the moment the city-wide shield had been deactivated, then they had begun their slow advance towards the city under fighter escort. Now they had, at last, reached their designated drop zone. The bombardiers lined up their shot, primed the proton bombs, and once they had assured themselves of maximum drop damage potential they began their bombing run. Dozens and dozens of bombs descended upon the League ranks, explosions rippling across the permacrete steps with frightening destruction, bodies tossed aside like ragdolls or completely disintegrated in the rapturous annihilation.

By the time the bombers had flown over, over 80% of the League defenses had been neutralized. It wasn't long before that remaining 20% was mopped by the Imperial Legion as it took advantage of the bombing run's destruction. Within an hour the Senate Building would be placed in Imperial hands, and with its capture, most of the remaining League forces either capitulated, killed themselves in a final suicidal charge, or dispersed into the wilderness to escape retribution.

Likewise in space, the Empire eradicated what was left of the paltry League flotilla, and established firm astral and aerial superiority over Raxus.

Once again the Empire had proven itself victorious.
 

Ao Xian

Everyone Forgets the Tail Flick
"Alas," Ao said, her ears flicking in opposite directions to punctuate how irritating it was. "They have not. I had asked, gently and with more humility than I am prone to, if that could be lifted, perhaps, for just a few worlds. But they were very strict in their 'no'."

She accepted it for what it was.

"Well," she continued, her voice lilting upward. "That just means I will have to keep visiting your locations elsewhere, yes, my jujubee? Unless of course, hmmmm," she looked thoughtful for a moment. "The Mara Corridor passes straight through Maridun, if you operate in its vicinity you could import from just outside the territories without much trouble. I do believe your goods would be well received by certain elements of the empire."

Looking over the feast he had created for them, she hummed deep in her chest, the sound somewhere between a rumble and a purr. Reaching out with the force, she poured two glasses of the wine he'd chosen to go with their meal, floating one over to him and one to herself. Still using the force rather than take it with her hand, she raised the glass slightly.

"To our anniversary," she said, her voice liquid and soft. "To us, and to another year ahead."

The glasses stopped just shy of meeting- of touching- and the Xykan smiled. No touch, never touch, but the pure clarity of shared affection, love, adoration and respect.

Who could ask for anything more?

On the table between them, something whimpered again.

Mmmm, perfect.

[member="Kalak the Raykkan"]
 
RAXUS PRIME
[member="Alexa Typhe"]

That one had a mouth on her. Jumping straight into the fray, the Vahla had reduced their opportunities by skipping past the planning stage entirely. Now they just had to wing it based on what they had seen. Filiae was not a "winger" in most senses. Sure, she wouldn't be greatly hindered, but her processing of plans always included formulating a plan, not rushing head-first in. Safe to say, she was irritated.

This hot-head would blow a mission one day.

Filiae was quick, quicker than she had any right to be. The cloaked chiss took off to the right, the only considerable sound being made as a rusty piece of metal shifted under her step, nothing one didn't hear every other minute in a junkyard like this. The guard's head turned toward's the sound, but he didn't see anything of note. He looked back ahead and saw a small speck of sand having been kicked up, this made him reconsider.

The moment that thought hit the guard's head, everything went black for him, something held his throat so tightly he couldn't even make a gasp for air. Filiae retracted the vibrodagger from his lumbar column and wiped it off on his shoulder before gently putting him down on the ground. There was no sound, not even a last breath. The blade had come out so quickly it had looked almost as though she had stabbed him with her bare hand. - Clean, technical.

She then proceeded to pluck her own eye out of its socket and roll it down the entrance hole.

'Wait.'

She would not let Alexa run blindly inside. Not when all she had to do was watch for a few seconds. She crouched and drew a rectangle in the dirt. That was the room she saw. An arrow indicated where they would enter. She drew a dot on the right hand side of the door, two on the far end. For safety, she made her eye roll as close to the wall as possible, so it would not be stepped on.

Looking straight at Alexa with her now singular eye, she pointed to the right shoulder and the dot on the right hand side at the same time, then at Alexa just to punctuate.

'go'
 
Location: Raxus Prime, Cartel Controlled Junkyards
Objective: Deal with the Rodian Junk Cartel
Allies: N/A
Enemies: N/A

They walked for about forty-five minutes, the Gand and the assassin droid silently (invisibly) tailing the nervous Rodian. Much to Ceypleskey's chagrin, he was occasionally stopped by a colleague who felt the need to chat with him. Normally most people ignored him, but now word had spread that Niildopow was going on a raid, so he kept running into them. And they kept asking him why he wasn't going on a raid. Or asking him directions to where Niildopow was waiting, but it was mostly that first one that made him the most nervous. Raiding was, like, the one regular thing the Junk Cartel did. Not raiding was like... Not eating. Totally unfathomable.

And then came Kreelzaq Jiadee walking up the trail. Kreelzaq was a rare breed of Rodian: deep purple skin, bright red eyes. He was quite a looker, a real hit with the Rodian chicks. Which was kind of a shame for those Rodian chicks, since he was quite explicitly gay. But that was okay, because he was definitely a hit with certain Rodian men - and that was just as good a thing in most books. What wasn't a good thing was that Kreelzaq was kind of an nerf herder.

Well, not to everyone. Usually just Ceypleskey. And that might have had something to do with Ceypleskey accidentally shooting him in the back of the leg on a raid. It was an accident, but Kreelzaq held a grudge. Probably because he was an nerf herder.

"Well, well, welldy well," said Kreelzaq, stopping in the middle of the path. He put his hands on his hips and sized up Ceypleskey as he often did, "Look what the junkcat dragged in. If it ain't ol' one-antenna Clifford. Where you headin'?"

Ceypleskey did not know why Kreelzaq routinely called him Clifford. It must have been to annoy him, but since it didn't make sense... Well, that was the thing about it that annoyed him. So it worked. Bastard.

"Back to base," Ceypleskey said. He tried to sound offended, but he only sounded tired and apathetic. Walking around knowing you're being held at gunpoint by an invisible Gand was emotionally exhausting.

He had already resigned himself to his fate. Kreelzaq was probably going to do something and then get them both killed. This was a stupid enough way to die that it had to be the way he died.

"What's'a matter there, Clifford, you don't sound too hot. Am I botherin' you?"

"Not really," Ceypleskey replied, begging for death between every word, "I just want to go back, I'm tired."

Kreelzaq laughed, a hearty expression of mockery if one had ever been heard, "Tired of what? Staring at the ground all day like a moron? I'll bet! Maybe I oughta throw you over my shoulder and make you go! How'd that look? Maybe snap some energy back into you, Clifford."

Close to his ear, Aldabert whispered, "I can shoot him for you, if you vant,"

"No, don't do that!" Ceypleskey snapped, louder than he intended. Kreelzaq cocked his head to the side, mildly puzzled at the sudden outburst.

"What's that, Clifford?"

"Oh, forget it. Nothing! It was nothing. Are we done here? I'm done here. I'm going," Ceypleskey marched on forward in a huff and, surprisingly, Kreelzaq stepped out of the way.

"Wooooowie," said Kreelzaq, watching Ceypleskey go for a few moments before turning and continuing on himself. He began to call out in mockery to the open air, even though no one aside from Ceypleskey could ostensibly hear him, "Everrrrybody look out! Big Diiiiick Clifford coming on throooough, noooo time for noooothing!"
 

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