Campaign Spark of Rebellion: Empire's Edge | TF vs DE

[The Burning Truth]

902 ABY: Spark of Rebellion—Empire's Edge

The galaxy is on the edge of collapse. The Dark Empire was once a seemingly unstoppable force. Born from the ashes of the Brotherhood of the Maw and the Galactic Empire, it swept its way into the Core, carving out a vast dominion through brutality and war. For years, it appeared as though nothing could challenge its grip. Then came Coruscant.

The Dark Empire’s offensive reached the heart of the galaxy, nearly breaking through the Alliance before being driven back in a devastating battle. Their attempt to claim the Core failed—but the scars remain. The Dark Empire’s forces are weaker but not defeated, still holding vital worlds in the Deep Core. Yet, they are vulnerable. Warlords fight among themselves, resources grow scarce, and entire sectors are beginning to slip through their fingers.

In the shadows of this chaos, a new force emerges—the Foundation. Formed from Jedi dissidents, defectors, and revolutionaries, the Foundation believes the time has come to strike where the Empire is weakest and shatter its hold on the Core; Push them out. To do what the Alliance failed to do. Their mission is not just to fight battles, but to undermine the very foundation of Imperial rule, making it impossible for them to recover. To do so, they launch a three-pronged assault on Kampe, Prakith, and Jerrilek—each a vital piece of the Dark Empire’s war machine in its deep core state.

Objective 1: Operation: Black Spire​

On Kampe, the Foundation has identified an opportunity to cripple the Dark Empire’s military before it can regroup. Intelligence reports confirm that Superior General Kallux Strade, a rogue Imperial warlord, is building a Super Star Destroyer in secret. If completed, it would restore the Dark Empire’s naval supremacy and turn the tide of war. The Foundation’s operatives are tasked with infiltrating Strade’s hidden fortress, stealing the warship’s blueprints, sabotaging its construction, and drawing Imperial forces into a costly, unwinnable engagement that takes attention away from Prakith.

Objective 2: Embers of Revolution​

On Prakith, the Foundation seeks to ignite a rebellion from within. For years, the Imperial Mining Guild has been the lifeblood of the Dark Empire’s war economy, extracting resources to fuel its fleets and armies. The miners once relied on droid labor, but the Galactic Alliance’s Expand Freedom of Movement Rights to Self-Aware Droids Act upended their way of life, allowing droids to abandon their work and seek refuge on Ord Vaug. Already struggling under this loss, the miners were then crushed further when the Dark Empire took control, imposing even harsher conditions and absolute control over the Guild. The Foundation has spent months spreading unrest, waiting for the right moment to push the miners into open revolt. Their objective: capture Chairman Okono Dukkha, overthrow the Imperial Guild leaders, and sever the Empire’s supply of vital resources.

Objective 3: The Aurodium Gambit​

On Jerrilek, the Foundation prepares for a bold heist. The planet, a tropical paradise, is known for its endless resorts, bustling casinos, and extravagant retreats for high-ranking Imperials. Beneath this glamorous exterior lies one of the Dark Empire’s most critical supply depots, housing stockpiles of weapons, rations, and—most importantly—pre-packed high-density aurodium ingots, the payroll for an entire Imperial sector. If the Foundation can infiltrate the garrison, steal the payroll, and escape, the result would be catastrophic for the Empire—cutting off funding for entire legions of soldiers, sowing discontent, and forcing mass desertions.

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Yet, even as the Foundation fights to drive the Dark Empire from the Core, another battle creeps upon them all—a Jedi Civil War that threatens to break the galaxy further apart. For years, the New Jedi Order has been bound to the Galactic Alliance, entrenching itself within its power structure, becoming part of a system weighed down by political entanglements. But the Foundation’s Jedi reject this path. They believe the Jedi should stand against a government that’s corrupted by bureaucracy and full of contradictions. They argue that the Alliance, while not as brutal as the Dark Empire, is another form of control—one that prioritizes its own authority over the needs of the people.

What began as mere ideological debates could potentially turn into all-out conflict. Jedi who once trained together, fought together, and swore to protect the same people now picking opposite sides of an impending war.

Now, as battle lines are drawn, the fate of the galaxy is in the hands of those willing to take action. Will you join the Foundation and forge something new, no matter the risks?

The time for waiting is over. The war has begun. The Core must be reclaimed. The future is yours to decide.


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Spoiler: OOC Note

Open to Jedi, Rebels, Smugglers, Sith, Imperials, etc. See OOC Thread
DE & Foundation Faction Staff reserve the right to expel troublemakers. Please keep things nice and clean, malice free and story driven.
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[Mother Askani]

PRAKITH | OBJ 2.
FOUNDATION

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She stood before the gathered rebels—miners, defectors, Jedi dissidents, and soldiers who have given everything for this moment. Flood lights filled the center of their encampment, casting staunch shadows across weary yet determined faces. She let the silence settle before she spoke. Then, she raised her voice, steady and resolute, letting it carry through the night.

"I know why you’re here. I know what they took from you. I know what they told you. That you were powerless. That you were nothing but workers, drones, cogs in their great machine. That you would break your backs so the Empire could grow stronger, that you would sweat and bleed so their warlords could live in comfort, and that if you suffered—well, that was the way of things. The way it’s been. And they wanted you to believe it would never change. That it couldn’t

But we have already changed it.

Look around you. Look at the faces beside you. Look at what we have built. They said you wouldn’t fight. That you wouldn’t dare. That you would take your scraps and thank them for it. And yet, here we are. And here they come.

They will march against us because they are afraid... Afraid of what we are, afraid of what we have done, afraid of what we will become... They know that if we win here, their grip on the Core will shatter.

They will tell you that you are criminals. That you are radicals. That you are insurgents. They will call you traitors, terrorists, anarchists. But we are none of those things. We are the correction. We are the hope.

We are what happens when you push people too far. We are what happens when you grind them down, steal their futures, and leave them nothing but dust and shackles. We are what happens when you’ve been discarded, and not considered. We are what happens when they take and take and take until there is nothing left to give—except rage. Except resistance. Except fire.

So when you take the field today… when you hear the boots of their soldiers and the roar of their war machines, do not run. Do not fear them. Because they fear you. They fear what you have already done, what you will do, what you are about to become.

The Dark Empire ends when we decide it does. Their war machine stops when we bring it to a halt. Their rule falls when we say, no more.

Today, we take back Prakith. Today, we take back our futures.

Today, we show the Empire what happens when the forgotten rise.

Push. Them. Out.”

She exhales, slowly, letting the weight of her words settle over them. Then, with steady purpose, she raises her hand high—three fingers extended in silent defiance. The salute spreads through the crowd, one by one, as hands rise toward the sky. No words are spoken, yet the fire burning in their eyes says everything. This is not just rebellion. This is revolution. This is the moment they swear, together, that the Empire will fall. Some may swallow back tears, others will lift their chins higher, but all of them stood as one.

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"What have I sacrificed? Everything..."
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[Captain Malthus]

BELLUM CONTRA OMNES
[ Theme ]​

Captain Malthus

| Location | Fortress, Kampe​

| Purpose | Unknown​

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The Dark Empire had done a considerable job of maintaining its grip on the Deep Core in spite of the Galactic Alliance's efforts to excise them and their presence. However, their lack of leadership had put them in disarray as independent warlords and the like now struggled to vie for control of what remained.​

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Deep within the fortress on Kampe, Malthus accompanied by two of his men trailing behind him moved through the metallic halls. Despite their aged and cracked armor, they still commanded a daunting and unnerving presence, troops stationed at the fortress giving way and making an effort to stay out of their path for they moved with purpose; they bore the markings of the 13th Umbral Legion, an insignia seldom seen within the Dark Empire, but one that was most definitely that of a Sith.​

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The exact nature of Malthus' presence on Kampe was unknown. No ships arrived, no clearance given - he suddenly just appeared as if from nowhere. The trio paused as the door before them hissed, leading into a large circular room with several arterial corridors all guarded by troopers. An Imperial officer who had his gaze fixated on a tablet sitting at the security console to the fortress' data vault glanced up, though they weren't fazed unlike the other troopers who seemed unsettled in the room. "Halt. State your purpose soldier."​

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Malthus said nothing, instead taking a step to the blast door that led to the secure data vault. The officer stood up in protest, drawing their sidearm and pointing it at Malthus, an action that prompted all the guards in the room to immediately raise their weapons. The two accompanying Malthus remained deathly still, like statues and their weapons in resting position. Malthus paused in silence before glancing back over his shoulder at the officer, seemingly unamused by the weapon being pointed at him, his gaze fixated on the officer who seemed to grow more and more unsettled by the second as was evident by the grip on their sidearm getting shakey.​

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A slip of the finger and a rogue shot went off, the blaster bolt flying directly for Malthus' face only to seemingly vanish as it impacted an unseen shield. The shot was promptly followed by Malthus unholstering his own pistol and returning a singular shot directly between the officer's eyes. Their head snapped back violently as the bolt tore through their skull before collapsing in a heap on the ground. The guards present moved to take aim at Malthus, only to be suddenly interrupted by shadowy portals appearing behind each of them. Knives sank into vulnerable points between their armor, slashed throats, snapped necks, bodies crumpling and falling forward dead as the guards were silently dispatched by the appearance of additional members of the 13th Umbral Legion.​

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Crusades, rebellion, conflicts that threatened to raze the stars- all prodded at the dormant beast that had been seemingly forgotten by the years as they passed. But now it seems that something shifted in the Galaxy, seemingly awoken from its shadowy slumber. Malthus nor his men answered to no one, or abided anyone else's authority within the Dark Empire, only him.​

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And he had issued a singular command...​

All hands unto war.​

Aela Keersu | Rayne Lo'to

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[Torn Eskol]

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SIA SPECDIV
AGENT ESKOL

"This target is beyond comprehension of valuable. But capturing? No, we don't want to capture him. So no, Torn, you're not going to capture him. I want you to kill him." A long silence at the end of the line. "When's the next chance?" Another long pause. "Work with the Foundation. Rebel group, new hotness in the Galaxy. Lots of resources, lots of bodies. Just say you're a freedom fighter. Provided a few false documents for you- mercenary work, Alliance altered military records. You're a very capable soldier this time around." Torn frowned, checking over the dead drop in the park he was at. He combed through them, shuffling the papers and identification cards and the like. "I am." He sternly corrected her, rising to a stand, closing the box. "Corporal Jayce Fulin." He said out loud to himself, committing the entire identity to memory. "On the job."

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• Rifle, slugthrower, suppressed. Caseless ammunition. Six magazines.​
• Disruptor pistol, three magazines.​
• Garrote wire.​
• Two vibro-throwing knives.​
• No-show.​
• Stealth field generator.​
• Optical Dephaser.​
• Punch-knife.​
• Blast-vest.​
• Lightweight boots. Irregular patterns on soles. Not a matching sole.​
• No gloves- his fingerprints had been burnt off a long time ago.​
• Boot-knife.​
• Breaching tool.​

His hotel room on the resort- well, his room now- was laid out with his gear on the neatly-made bed. The Imperial Officer who owned the room, was also neatly-laid out, next to the bed. Unfortunately, the Officer had an unfortunate accident in the bathroom. He apparently slipped, fell, and was shot twice in the chest and twice in the head. Terrible accident.

He laid everything out, including the identity papers and access keys of the now-dead Imperial Officer, who was being neatly wrapped up in a bodybag later. His identification was being worked over, biometrics, everything. He needed his eyeballs, first of all. Then, his fingerprints. Then, his security chips and anything else he might have hidden on his body.

Just needed a few minutes with the scalpel and Jayce would have everything he needed to get deeper into the Imperial Complex. The Foundation was playing at his game, toying with the idea. But they lacked the stomach for his world. They lacked the resolve to do what needed to be done. But today was good of an opportunity to pass up.

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[Xrabel Vaasketh]

|| EMPIRE’S EDGE ||
Dust in the Wind - Chapter 1

EQUIPMENTS:

Spoiler

Modified Galactic Alliance Special Forces Gear
Blaster Carbine
Blaster Pistol
Military Knife
Smoke Bombs
Thermal Bomb

TASK-FORCE THUNDERBOLT: Prowler, Jackal, Romulus, Elrod, Guinea, Rosé, Blackspire, Xeno, Ymir, Kobel, Tech, Spectre
OBJECTIVES: Capture Imperial Mining Guild Leaders. Alive
TAG: Open

Spoiler: THEME

PRAKITH

The Foundation. Prowler doesn’t know much of them, just that they are a rebellious force who has been inciting chaos in the Deep Core. The man behind the mask, Xrabel, might not agree with the organization’s missions, ideology, and rhetorics; if you topple an authority figure at the top, someone else will just fill the vacuum, the system survives for so long as it is human nature to rule and conquer. Yet as a privateer, he does not conform to any ideology or belief. Aside from some things he deems crossing the line, he takes mission from everyone, against everyone, indiscriminately. It just happens that it is The Foundation that is offering him a contract.

It was simple: capture and bring back alive the leaders of the Imperial Mining Guild, with Chairman Okono Dukkha as the main target. The attack on Kampe is supposed to provide a distraction to the Dark Empire, it is expected that the Empire’s finest would be defending the military base. Still, the intel shown that there are still very capable fighters in the Imperial Mining Guild Headquarters, including possibly a group of Sith.

Knowing what’s on stake, Prowler assembled some of his finest ground operatives, while leaving his second-in-command back in Mon Gazza, if anything happens to him. He knows that on every mission he takes, there’s always a chance of not making it back alive. That’s the ultimate risk of his job; there’s always a price to pay, yet that’s exactly what keeps him going.

He knows that he will need to approach this mission carefully; facing a group of Sith in a direct engagement could be very costly for him and the taskforce. That’s why he waited for The Foundation to sew chaos and ignite a rebellion outside the Headquarters. Meanwhile, Task-force Thunderbolt has situated themselves in the sewers, miles away from the facility. Equipped with a thermal bomb, they should be able to breach the facility when the time comes. Once the focus is shifted to the rioting workers, Prowler and Task-force Thunderbolt will make their entrance from the sewers.

<You know how it goes. The targets, alive, at all costs.>

At all costs. Even collaterals. He can justify it later, work around the bureaucracy and loopholes.

<Aye. Let’s end this quick, get as many as we can.>

That’s the important thing. He has a reputation to maintain, a business to run, and a lifetime to live. So it’s in and out, lightning-fast.

<Godspeed.>​

 

[Darth Imperius]

Prakith | Mining Guild Headquarters

• Objective: II. Embers of Revolution
  • Primary: Protect the Mining Guild; Eradicate the Rebels [Ruse]
  • Secondary: Evacuate important resources, machinery and data [Actual]
  • Tertiary: Destroy everything that could benefit the enemies cause
• Tags:
  • Allied: Saltare Dothon | Joseph Torson
  • Adversary: Orys Starwind [Direct] | Mother Askani | Xrabel Vaasketh
• Theme: Walk Carefully

Ah what a waste of a world. He never understood the idea of hiding amidst the enemy, so close that nobody was able to see but once discovered, the vultures would rip it apart with vicious swiftness. The Deep Core was a prestige conquest, a pathetic strategic decision and now target for some self-righteous do-gooders. Rebellion, union, revolutionaries, it was all the same. It was the loss of control, the lack of oversight and appropriate planning, administration and statecraft. The embers of dissent were more than enough to light the fire of hope if the right buttons were pressed and the masses manipulated to believe they could have a better life. A part of the eternal circle of nonsense the peace-preaching mongrels gave to the Galaxy.

The Dark Empire was changing and the Deep Core territories were one of the first decisions that required attention. Darth Imperius was a strong proponent of abandoning it and now these rebels had given them the perfect opportunity to do so. Under the disguise of their rise and success, they could move everything of value and significance and put it to use somewhere more strategically sound. Prakith was the heart of the mining operation and its ores, machines and mining data were all far more important than the Empire's continued presence.

Task Force Valkorion arrived outside of the system, remaining beyond sensor or scanner range, the ships making ample use of their cloaking devices to keep them from prying eyes. It was the backup, the swift reserve that would ensure the survival of their overlord and the strategic objective. Meanwhile the Dark lord himself moved planetside, arriving on several troop transports that arrived at the mining guilds capital before taking off again, but not before they had spit out his companions: Skytroopers.

Darth Imperius entered the headquarters of the Mining Guild with long strides, his heavy boots clanking on the floor, even shattering tiles as he made his way into its primary meeting room where many delegates, administrators, prospectors and so on dwelled, their faces pale, their foreheads sweaty as the rumors of rebellion turned into news, news had turned into active com-traffic. It was a reality and it seemed that they might be in the center of attention here on the world.

What a pity.

Equipment
| Lightsaber | Greatsword | Armor | Amulet | Shuttle |
Order of Battle
| Skytroopers | Knights Tenebrus |​

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[Jared Starchaser]

He swore to himself.

And then he did again. Jared Starchaser was not a fighter. He wasn’t made for fighting a war. But what he could do was support others that were fighting. A sometimes saboteur, tracker, and general Rebel, Jared found out the Foundation, or whatever cover they were using was going after an Imperial.

He got dragged into it by running guns into the Deep Core, priming the location for fighting against the Dark Empire. And allowing the Irregulars to do their worst to the Mining Guild. What he was doing now was pulling into Prakith and waiting. He was in deep orbit, and monitoring. Should anyone need a lift out, he be there, if someone was getting dogpiled? He’d fly down.

Him and about a half dozen Underground members. All ready to take the Empire down.

 

[Trent Perris]

Full Copycat Uniform with Baffleweave Hidden Pockets
Blackout Baton Hidden
Wristcomp | Wristband
Hidden Tools
Descrambler | Scomp-Spiker | Secure Comlink​

The plan had taken almost a full week to execute. And more than once been a close call to having their machinations be blown wide open.

A bar fight at the earliest part of their deployment to the planet to secure the first part of their plan. Using an ID processor to make copies of the code cylinders they would need. Two of their little group of infiltrators being sent to jail for causing the disruption had narrowed their margin for error on top of the stress they were under to pull this off. Probably the easiest part was bribing a tailor into making copycat uniforms with some alterations. Staunchly against even teasing the idea until Trenton had nearly emptied his account to finally convince them.

Well worth it in the end as he tested the fit of the uniform for himself. One of his compatriots already dressed and helping him square away minor details.

Even going so far as to try and take his glasses off his face. Earning them a very sharp look as he yanked his head back and away.

"I need those or I'm gonna be finding corners with my nose." He snapped before straightening up and fixing the wrinkles that had formed.

"Eh. If you can make it work I guess. Thought you had contacts for this job?"

"Worried they'd come loose when things get hectic. Decided to stick with the reliable thing." He admitted. Besides not trusting them to remain ready, he hated carrying his glasses in anyway that was not directly on his face.

"Seems a waste. Also. We aren't aiming for hectic." The other three besides them shaking their heads as they dispersed to handle their tasks.

"We never aim for hectic, but it always ends up that way." A dismissive wave from them as he examined himself in the mirror. Adjusting the code cylinders again as nerves gathered in his mind before being pushed down with a gusty sigh.

Now wasn't the time to get cold feet.

Drawing on every bit of the military training he could remember, he squared his shoulders and reminded himself the slang wasn't going to be tolerated today. Adopting a slight arrogance to his demeanor as he side eyed his co-conspirator with narrowed eyes.

"Why are you not present at your station? Does this issue need to be escalated in order for you to remain attentive to your duty station?" A measuring sneer coming across his face as he turned his eyes back to the mirror.

Feth he hated having to be so stiff. But this was paramount to their efforts going forward. Even minor details would turn their margin for error into a dedicated noose if they slipped up.

"No sir. I was just returning to my station, sir." Turning to acknowledge them with all the seriousness he could muster. The effort broken quickly when he was greeted with a rude gesture rather than an at attention officer. Allowing himself to laugh for one final time before they began operating proper.

"Alright alright. Stow it for now. Comm silence until we get ready to burn out. The Force be with you, and stay frosty." Parting ways with those final words.

Each headed for a different part of the job with the bravado of someone they weren't. Each securing the other's path forward into the next portion of their task. Each knowing full well that this might be the last time they saw one another. Each hoping the next would get further than they did if they met their end.

Each vainly hoping for success despite the odds.

@Open
Gear on The Harpy
Outfit -Jacket | Huckleberry Belt | Boots
Concealed Blaster | Blaster Pistol | Voxyn Rifle - Lodestone Devices
Rifleman Gear
Speeder Bike​

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Strike from the Shadows
Prakith
Black Spire

Objective 1: Operation: Black Spire​

Approaching the drop.

Copy that. One last check of his gear and he was ready to jump. Flying in on a stealth “Pegasus” an “Old School” Omega Squad dropship stripped down to basically being a flying “gas can”.He took a deep breath, feeling the rush of adrenaline as he prepared to leap into the unknown. The mission was clear, and the stakes were high. With a final nod to his team, he moved to the ramp, ready to jump, Soon he would be disappearing into the night. Lt. Bren Alazar , and the rest of “Omega Squad” were aboard as well.

We can still join you.

No. Just me this time, it has to be.

I get it. I don’t like it, but I get it.

Let’s be clear… I don’t even want to be here, but with what happened with my Father, on Kashyykk…I need to see this through. For him, and for me. He paused, the weight of his words hanging in the air.

We'll be here if you need us. With that, he took the leap, vanishing into the darkness below.

Finally the low opening jump landed him a ways away from the fortress. That was standard Special Forces training, as he would make his way on the ground and had a better chance of a stealth entrance with such a move. As much as he respected the “305th” for their abilities and tenacity, he was blessed with the Force. He could get there a lot faster and had the added advantage of not having to worry about anyone(not that he had to worry about them). No, they would be a grand addition, but this was a mission for him and him alone.

His mission was to steal the blueprints, if possible, or sabotage the construction of a Battlecruiser… that would be his distraction. They were going to face retribution for what happened on Kashyykk. No, they were not Mandalorian, but right now to Connel… There was absolutely no difference. There are consequences to actions, and this was theirs.

He wasn't a Jedi today. He was barely a "soldier" right now, what Connel was, is a son on a mission of ... not "vengeance" but outright chaos. The objectives were clear, but many of them, even in the Foundation had no clue that he was here, if anything they were expecting Father. Connel was trained as a Guardian, he was more than capable of standing in, but he was also working (successfully) as a Shadow and that was an aspect that while some of them may have known, they still are not ready.

Up to this point, he had a line he did not cross.

That line was blurred.

He wasn't his father, but before this operation was over, they were going to wish he was.

TAGS • OPEN TO ANYONE​

 

[Aela Keersu]

STARDUST
STRADE'S FORTRESS | KAMPE
ALLIES: Rayne Lo'to | Connel Vanagor | TF
ENEMIES: DE
ENGAGING: Captain Malthus
GEAR: In bio

TICKING BOMB​

The Core.

It felt like forever ago that she was part of Sector Forces here. She had found her way back to supposed civilisation as deep cover to get Senator Damian du Couteau to do what operatives had also done on Prakith. As it was, she was currently on "vacation leave" as his aide. Leave to do what the Alliance failed to do - oust the Imperial presence from their living room.

Or start to, at least.

For this op, she was heading a small squad that was also accompanied by a strange mute Twi'lek but who is apparently a whizz with scrap and tech. Thank goodness she had a vocoder, because Aela's sign language went as far as flipping off an idiot.

They inserted quick and clean, Rayne's tech fingers getting them into the Spire. Once inside, rifles and other weapons were kept ready as they moved through the hallways on memory from a schematic deep operatives had made.

<Target vault is two hallways away.> Aela said softly over their local comms as they all moved. <Lo'to, we're bound to meet some resistance soon. If we look like we are going to get bogged down, then you and Fawkes here carry on to grab those prints and make sure there's no back-ups of it. Got it?> she then asked, looking from the Twi'lek to one of the SpecOps Sergeants next to her. <We'll cover you.>
<Roger that Keersu.> answered Sergeant Fawkes.

They then continued onwards. It was uncannily quiet. Aela at least expected some Stormtroopers to show up by now. Instead, a shot rang through the quiet hallway just as their group entered the last one. Shortly after, gurgling sounds could be heard.
<Split up. Don't be seen Rayne, Fawkes. Rest of you switch to Particle. Don't miss.> Aela breathed the order as she flicked her own rifle to the relevant setting.

<May the Force be with you.>

 

[Credius Nargath]

LOCATION: Jerrilek, High Security Dark Empire Vaults
OBJECTIVE: Protect the Vaults, Protect the Lord-Regent
IMPORTANT LINKS: Sword | Armor | Jewel | Ring | Necklace | The KRONOS AI | The Usurper | The guards
TAG: Marlon Sularen | Trent Perris | Torn Eskol

Looking at his datapad, the Lord of Hunger tried to discern the location of the so-called supply depot and the vaults of the Dark Empire upon Jerrilek, the scans his massive Usurper battle cruiser had made in a few hours time had given quite the good insight in the planet's depraved and decadent destination, but while glancing over the electrical grid of the planet, there was an obvious spike located on a planet that should've been rather conservative with its use of energy and electricity, making it quite clear the complex would be located there.

"Follow me," The abomination reached to his side, placing his helmet upon his head, as KRONOS activated all his systems within the armor. Slowly, the monster's hand rose upwards, a black fog slowly seeming to circle around his raised hand, as it started to swell and swirl, until it formed a large portal; almost as if it were a wormhole. With a nod, the Lord of Hunger walked through this portal, followed by the half dozen Sceleratiis he had decided to utilize in his job of making sure the Lord Regent would survive and more importantly: the Sith Ascended Order would be kept in high regard by the Dark Empire.

As he stepped through the portal on the other side, his HUD highlighted the important details in his vicinity, as he could see there was a vast array of security systems in place; blast doors in all directions towards the vaults, pressure sensitive tiles, heat monitors and even a lasergrid with nearly no flaw in it. Credius had to admit that whomever had been responsible for the design of the supply depot, had not skipped the lessons on how to build a proper security system.

With the Sceleratii droids moving through the portal and lining up in front of him, a flick of Credius' wrist slowly closed off the portal, with a deep sigh the Lord of Hunger made sure the portal had fully closed, knowing fully well that utilizing this technique, this sorcery was very consuming. Motioning to the Sceleratii, the droids quickly wrapped their cloaks around them, their personal stealth systems engaging as they spread out in order to take their positions.

"Where's Sularen?" Moving forward through the corridor connecting the vaults and the front building, the Lord of Hunger hoped that the Lord-Regent of the Empire would be quick to make his appearance. "Not that it matters much...I would love to see who exactly thinks they can entertain me."

 

[Rayne Lo'to]

Kampe
Tags: Aela Keersu , Captain Malthus

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<Lo'to, we're bound to meet some resistance soon. If we look like we are going to get bogged down, then you and Fawkes here carry on to grab those prints and make sure there's no back-ups of it. Got it?> she then asked, looking from the Twi'lek to one of the SpecOps Sergeants next to her. <We'll cover you.>
<Roger that Keersu.> answered Sergeant Fawkes.

<Right... understood.>

The woman's female protocol droid vocoder hid a lot of her emotion, but she was far from cool. Rayne was a little in over her head. Rebellion? Her? She wasn't a fighter by any means, even if she was always ready to beat some creep over the head with a metal pipe should the situation force her hand. But here she was on a mission to nip a super star destroyer in the bud. The reason?

Resentment. It hit a little too close to home, really. One way or another, Rayne would be driven to do increasingly risky things as a result of her hatred of slavery. She understood the types in the DE very well, the old guard that had come from the Maw anyways. She had done enough bumming to hear what their warlords did when she was young, during the period after the end of the Hyperspace War. The young woman knew that something had to be done about these people, and she certainly had the talents to aid.

Something you couldn't get from any old jar head.

Of course, a gunshot ringing out still sent chills down her Lekku, which stiffened a bit in response.

<Split up. Don't be seen Rayne, Fawkes. Rest of you switch to Particle. Don't miss.> Aela breathed the order as she flicked her own rifle to the relevant setting.

<May the Force be with you.>

Don't be seen. Rayne understood a bit of the irony in that. She was, after all, rather tall. Abnormally so. A nervous sigh escaped the Twi'lek's chest as she nodded.

<Don't be seen... I can do that...>

But where could she not be seen? They still had to get the prints. Surely there had to be a better way around this place. The scrapper turned her head, laying her hand on a nearby terminal to interface with the facility's grid. Her mind flickered through dozens of maps, looking for...

Was that really the only discrete route available?

Rayne sighed, pulling her hand away. It was above. The woman triggered a release on a vent's latches located on the ceiling, hoisting herself up into a crawl space. Stuffy was an understatement for the space itself. Moments like these made Rayne wish she was a little girl again. With the map memorized in her mind and an innate awareness of her friendly communication devices, the scrapper would continue on route above.

<Good luck down there.>

 

[Drego Ruus]

Location: Prakith Mountainside
Equipment: See Bio
Engaging: Joseph Torson Saltare Dothon
​

Drego had been around the block. Seen plenty of planets, fought plenty of wars. Mawites, Imperials, Sith, even other Mandalorians. Still, even with his oath of a Fresh Start, his pondered what it would've been like if he hadn't gotten sent into a massacre.

Shocktroopers were a core part of the GADF. Back during the Hyperspace War, they were practically the front line.

In another life, he could've been leading his own platoon. Maybe it would be a happier life. Maybe it would be a life where he found glory.

It wasn't this one.

<Tanya, eyes on target. Imperial Spec Ops, down the ridge.>

High above, the tiny recon droid hovered high above the valley, scanning with LIDAR and, and keeping it's cameras open to relay targeting data. Drego was never very good at math, but that's why he had Tanya. Perched high above on a cliff-face, Drego kept his binocs fixed on the men below. He had spent the last few weeks scoping the area, exactly for this moment.

<Hit 'em.>

From on the other side of the mountain, Drego had set up his Walker. Three ion mortar shells rained from above, before Drego flicked the detonator for what came next.

A series of charges blew, and down came the mountain.

An avalanche, down the hill.
And with it, Drego charged. Hidden somewhere in the roar of the landside, an OYA! could be heard.

 

[Joseph Torson]

E M P I R E'S_E D G E
Objective II : Embers of Revolution

DARK EMPIRE
PRAKITH, DEEP CORE

Spoiler: Gear

• Plasma Disruptor Rifle [1]
• NK01 Fujita Rail Pistols [2]
• Tenebrae Commando Armor Mk. II [w/ Jetpack + Flight Attachment + Ysalamiri Cradle]
• Jūryoku 12 Repulsor Grenades [5]
• Konīde 10 Plasma Detonators [5]

Spoiler: Accompanying Forces

• Transport Vehicle : HAAGx [1]
• Team Aurek | Red Right Hand Operatives [6/15]
• Team Besh | SpecNav Commandos [8/15]

A single HAAGx flew through the maze-like valleys of Prakith as it began it's final approach towards the Imperial Mining Guild's regional headquarters in the Deep Core. Inside the Gunship was a total force of 30 Imperial Special Forces Operatives jointly led by Joseph Torson and Saltare Dolton, sent to the mining world by the Lord-Regent himself to extract the chairman of the Imperial Mining Guild along with other senior Guild officials before the rebels could capture them. While on paper this would seem like a simple operation, the fact that the rebels were well organized and well equipped indicated that there was some degree of foreign interference and with such interference, the Empire could expect hostile foreign agents to also be within the area that might try to obstruct their operation.

Inside the Gunship, Torson would check his weapons ready to carry out the mandate of the Empire once more. He was fresh from Fondor having recently undertaken a high-risk operation to uncover potential sensitive information regarding the local resistance on Empress Teta and was eager to once more tackle threats to the Empire's mission to subjugate the Core Worlds and the New Territories. Then, the loudspeakers came up as the pilot made an announcement. "We're approaching the landing zone now." the pilot said, as the Gunship soon came to rest in an open clearing within the Valley not far from the Imperial Mining Guild's headquarters.

Soon enough the doors opened and the Imperial Special Forces operatives stepped out, with Torson taking the lead and walking towards one of the walls of the valley where a secret entrance leading to the headquarters could be found, an entrance which had been built as a secret escape route in anticipation of this exact scenario, considering the Imperial Mining Guild was well familiar with worker revolts at this point. Once Torson reached the entrance he turned around to address the rest of the task force, but before he could mutter out a word he was interrupted by the sounds of ion mortal shells striking and disabling the Gunship before the remote sounds of explosions could be heard above.

Torson quickly looked up seeing an avalanche of rocks descending upon him and his men and thought quickly instinctively running into the secret entrance followed by other operatives before the rocks could reach the base of the valley. While some operatives along with Torson others weren't as lucky and were crushed by the falling debris. As Torson and a few surviving operatives recollected themselves, Torson noticed that the entrance was now blocked by debris while also realizing that Lieutenant Dothon wasn't with him. Instinctively, Torson took out his commlink and quickly tried to make contact with Dothon. "Lieutenant Dothon, are you there? What's your status?" he shouted through the comms trying to get a better understanding of the current situation of the task force and what exactly had occured.

[Friendlies] | Saltare Dothon | Darth Imperius
[Hostiles] | Drego Ruus
​

 

[Saltare Dothon]

​

Saltare read over the briefing as the HAAGx flew through the valleys of Prakith, banking between cliff faces. The rebels had stepped up their hostilities recently, showing their hand. They had help from the outside, but no one knew from who. Saltare believed that would be revealed quickly. With how these rebels had been acquitting themselves recently, things were coming to a head.

"So we're what, bodyguards now?" Beth questioned Saltare as the gunship continued toward the Mining Guild regional headquarters.

"So it would seem," Saltare said over the secured comm channel.

"What do you make of these?" Logan said, nodding to the other troopers and Joseph Torson .

"I've never worked with them, but the Lord-Regent has hand-selected us for this task. I want that thought bouncing around the two of your empty heads before you do anything stupid, get me?"

"Ya ya," Beth said.

"Beth doesn't get it, Salt; can you explain it again?"

"We're approaching the landing zone now." A voice crackled through the troop compartment.

Saltare stood, flanked on his left by Beth and on his right by Logan; the other troops he was given command of during this mission filled in behind his two Inferno Squad Members. Saltare glanced over his shoulder at the troopers, nodding in approval before addressing them over their internal comms, "The Lord-Regent has picked you as his hand for this mission. You represent his will, and you will obey his orders to the letter. Let none stand in your way, but if they do, dispense justice."

"For the Empire!" They barked in unison.

The HAAGx touched down, spilling the troops onto a secure Mining Guild's Headquarters entrance. Joseph Torson and his men were first out and began to head toward the entrance. Saltare and his troopers followed suit, their weapons at the low ready as they walked toward the entrance.

Saltare stopped abruptly as a high-pitched scream slowly gained momentum from somewhere far off. It was a sound any veteran would know all too well. "Incoming!" Saltare yelled into his comms seconds before they impacted the landing zone, disabling the HAAGx and causing electronics to go haywire. At nearly the same instant, explosions ripped from the mountain, causing an enormous avalanche of rock and dirt to careen into the landing zone.

They had seconds to react. "Mag lock onto the HAAG!" Saltare barked as he and the remaining troopers on the landing pad dove onto the HAAG. They mag-locked just as the landslide crashed into it. Several troopers were not fast enough, becoming buried beneath tons of rocks and dirt. Saltare glimpsed Joseph and the other squad members make it into the entrance before the landslide closed off the doors.

The rocks and dirt drove the HAAGx away from the entrance, but its reinforced armor saved Saltare and the few remaining troopers as they rode it for the duration of the landslide like a surfboard on the ocean. It came crashing to a halt, and Saltare dismounted, wheeling around toward the entrance of the Mining Guild and witnessing an individual closing on him with incredible speed.

"On me! Contact, 3 o'clock, 20 meters, bring it down!" Saltare barked as he heard Joseph in his ear, "Lieutenant Dothon, are you there? What's your status?"

"Engaging," Saltare said resolutely, blaster bolts reaching out toward this unknown enemy.

ALLIES: Joseph Torson Darth Imperius
ENEMIES: Drego Ruus

 

[Orys Starwind]

​

Objective 2: Embers of Revolution
Prakith | Imperial Mining Guild
Objective: Storm the Guild, capture Chairman Okono Dukkha and any persons of interest
Items: Convertible bo-staff/wa-shen, light-bow
Engaging: Darth Imperius

#NowPlaying

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This is Orys Starwind, right now:

You stand on a particularly high plateau, surveying the sharp, maze-like valley as you look to the headquarters of the Imperial Mining Guild none-too-far away. You have been repeatedly counseled to not look before you leap- from the time you were an apprentice Matukai, to moments after Mother Askani 's stirring speech.

But you can't help it, for three reasons.

For one, you were never one too watch injustice flourish; that was something you couldn't tolerate. Free-wheeling life you lived, at your core, you were the child who grew up in the spice mines of Kessel, saved by a chance encounter by a group of traveling Matukai. The plight of the working men and women of Prakith strike a chord. That why you threw your lot in with this Foundation- to fight the battles the powers-that-be can't (or won't).

Two, you're a bit a of a degenerate gambler, but your feeling like your luck's gonna hold up.

Which leads to number three- the Force was with you- with the Foundation- you can tell.

As if the gods heard you, the valley echoes with unmistakeable report of ammunition, followed by an avalanche. You can't tell what happened to the shuttle that came in shortly before the shooting, but it seems like now's a good a time as any to get going while the going's good.

Tightening your bo-staff, and securing your light-bow, you take a couple of steps back, and, channeling the Force through your legs, leaps an impressive distance. You land with a slight bend of the knees, before repeating it again, getting closer to the facility with every leap and bound.

Closer to dispensing justice. And hopefully closer to a great fight.

You allow yourself to smile before focusing on the task at hand- bringing Dukkha to justice.

 

[Drego Ruus]

Location: Prakith Mountainside
Equipment: See Bio
Engaging: Joseph Torson Saltare Dothon
​

Speed. That's what kept Drego alive more often than not. The man could ruck like no one's business, and used to win track and field events back in school. The nickname "Living Landslide" was one he had taken as a badge of honor back in his days in Basic, but nowadays it took on new meaning.

He wasn't just fast anymore.

He was an unstoppable force.

As he blitzed down the mountain, he pulled his battle rifle off his back, before firing 5 heavy Whistling Birds from his pack, the missiles soaring ahead of him towards the enemy positions, gunning for soldiers still regrouping.

Five were hit, and five explosions rang out. Drego knew he needed to keep up the pressure. Raising his rifle to the sky, Drego's AR HUD allowed him to perfectly aim the three HE Grenades that he fired from the battle rifle right into the center of the enemy formation, before rushing right at the man who had opened fire on him.

Particle Bolts pinged off of Drego's armor, exploding off his chest-plate. A lesser man would brace, but not Drego. Bruises could be healed, and chicks dig scars. Instead, Drego fired back, magnetically fired slug rounds fired in three round bursts, aimed at chest level, to put the stormtrooper down.

 

[Onrai]

Tags: Aela Keersu Rayne Lo'to Captain Malthus
Opposition: Connel Vanagor

A soft sigh resonated through the immediate area. The shade of Onrai began to flow from the shadows of the landscape. This entire thing had been maddening - some former Imperial deciding to build himself a dreadnought in an attempt to rebel against the Empire, and a group of radical Jedi seeking to operate outside the authority of the Galactic Alliance to attack the Sith. Onrai was also irrecoverably certain as to who the leader of this 'rebel' movement was - not that it could even be called a rebellion given none of its participants were citizens - and wondered what exactly her plays were. The last time they had encountered one another, she had allowed the other Jedi seeking to free her from captivity to not die.

Curious.

Onrai sensed the Vanagor Jedi as her effervescent form oozed through an external hatch on the warship. She knew there were three places the warship would potentially be attacked: the computer core, the bridge, and the reactor. Any of the three would be a means to hijack the half-finished warship, or worse, to detonate it, causing innumerable deaths and tremendous destruction on the Imperial world. It would take every fiber of her being to ensure the warship would yet survive - perhaps for future use. For now, while he sought entry into the ship, Connel would sense something that felt very, very wrong.

Perhaps these Jedi would respond differently than others.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

E M P I R E'S_E D G E
Objective III : Aurodium Gambit

DARK EMPIRE
JERRILEK, DEEP CORE

The Uprising on Prakith had caught the Empire by complete surprise with Imperial Forces scrambling to deliver a response against the rebel elements scattered throughout the planet, however now there were further reports of another incursion on Kampe, which revealed that the events unfolding on Prakith were not an isolated one and might be apart of a larger coordinated strike against the Empire's holdings in the Deep Core.

As such Sularen had deployed the full might of the First Fleet into the Deep Core stationing naval units at Empress Teta and Hakassi in anticipation of potential attacks against both worlds, while also sending reinforcements to the blockade of Keera Major to prevent the Pro-Alliance elements from taking advantage of the situation to break through the Imperial encirclement and establish contact to the Alliance once more. All military units across the Deep Core were on high alert as IMPERA now believed that the entirety of the Imperial Deep Core had been compromised by both Alliance agents and rebel elements.

While on the surface it was a mere resort world, the Empire had built vast underground supply depots to sustain it's occupation of the Deep Core, containing everything from weapons, spare equipment, rations and more importantly vast amounts of aurodium ingots that were key to providing many of the Imperial Garrisons throughout the Deep Core with their payrolls. Already the Lord-Regent had started to become convinced that the prolonged occupation of the Deep Core was only a burden to the Empire, given that it now faced the rise of the Diarchy to it's north, threatening it's main holdings in the New Territories.

To Sularen, the many resources that were being funneled into the Deep Core could be put to better use in containing the Diarchy, and fortunately this uprising had given the Empire the very excuse it needed to withdraw from the Deep Core, hence why he was going to visit Jerrilek today. In the backdrop of the conflicts on Prakith and Kampe, the Lord-Regent would begin the process of gathering all the supplies and equipment from Jerrilek and moving them back into the main territories of the Empire to bolster his plans for the Jaemus Initiative and combat the real threat of the Empire : the Diarchy.

​

The INV Sularen's Revenge emerged from hyperspace, flanked by a pair of Escort Frigates and half a dozen Assault Ships signaling the arrival of the Lord-Regent with the fleet moving into the planet's upper atmosphere as the first wave of Gunships made their way towards the main Imperial complex which contained everything from the Aurodium Vaults to the vast stockpiles of surplus Weapons and Equipment. If the Rebels responsible for the attacks on Prakith and Kampe also sought to attack Jerrilek, they would soon find the place to be crawling with Imperials eager to stamp them out and remind them of the true might of the Empire.

One of the Gunships would proceed to make landfall within the Imperial Complex's landing pad with the Lord-Regent himself stepping out, flanked by an escort of SpecNav Commandos. As the Lord-Regent made his way towards the Complex's interior he was greeted by an Imperial officer who greeted him. "Welcome, Lord-Regent. The operation is going smoothly as planned and there have been no signs of any sort of Rebel infiltration or attack so far." the officer said. "Good. How long will it take for the transfer to be complete?" the Lord-Regent requested. "It will take multiple cycles, a week at best." the officer replied. "Then we must remain vigilant. If the Rebels are here, then this will be their best opportunity to strike." the Lord-Regent proclaimed.

Before Sularen could leave though, the Imperial Officer spoke once more. "Also sir, Lord Nargath has already arrived and has inquired on your location. He is currently waiting for you at the Vault." Sularen patted the Officer on the shoulder and gave him a simple response. "Thank you, Captain. If you have nothing more to tell me, you're dismissed." the Lord-Regent said before heading into the Imperial Complex in search for the so-called Lord of Hunger.

Tags [DE] | Credius Nargath
Tags [Foundation] | Torn Eskol ​

 

[Hevnor]

PRAKITH - MINING GUILD HEADQUARTERS​

On Jaemus, they had all the answers. Equations and censuses and algorithms which neatly, fastidiously, resolved the great questions of sapient suffering. Everything was proportioned according to need and service: from food, to bacta, to shelter, to leisure hours, to luxury. No more pain. No more strife. Just obeisance to a higher purpose. A worthy project.

Hevnor was a long way from Jaemus. This was Prakith, where the answers had not manifested themselves so readily. The Empire had permitted cupidity and mismanagement to fester here, occupied as they were with matters closer to Carlac. It was a disaster, presently unraveling at a rapid clip. All that was left to do was clean up: sanitize the breach, cauterize the wound, annotate the losses.

And leave.

The facility rattled softly from a distant explosion. The minor functionary Hevnor was speaking to cringed, but Hevnor only glanced up at the ceiling. They still had time. Not very much, but they still had it. He passed the datapad to the functionary.

"These administrators are to be assembled on the fourth floor for debriefing and priority extraction," Hevnor told her - or rather, the translator disk he wore as a badge told her. "Immediately."

She skimmed the list and swallowed hard. "No one has seen Chairman Okono in some time."

Unsurprising. "Gather the rest. The stormtroopers will assist you in this task."

The aide looked uneasy and was clearly about to ask another question when brutal, heavy footsteps began to draw nearer. There were more Sith floating around Imperial channels than there had been since Coruscant, but few enough that Hevnor knew this one's name. He watched Darth Imperius approach, expression inscrutable behind his goggles. The aide scurried away with the accompanying stormtroopers.

It was Hevnor's turn to swallow uneasily. He had to gradually raise his gaze to meet the Sith's helmeted visage. "Lord Imperius... Are the rebels already inside...?"

Attn: Darth Imperius
CC: Saltare Dothon | Joseph Torson | Orys Starwind | Xrabel Vaasketh | Drego Ruus | Mother Askani​