Strength Through Joy [FO Dominion of Trenwyth Hex]

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: Annaj, the Understreets
Objective: Seven- Neutralize resistance.
Allies: @Decima Fortan
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Mist curled around the under-streets.

It clung to the buildings down the skyline and cast a gloomy scent on the whole scene. In the distance, far far away the distance, Absalom could almost hear their allies and their struggle against the insurrectionists. Annaj had been a peaceful planet up until three months ago, when certain elements outside of the planet's infrastructure had appeared with fancy ideas. They saw the rise of the First Order down 'South' and saw the cooperation between them and Iron Crown, and they instigated a preemptive strike in the heart of the corporate behemoth's domain.

Precision operations had taken the lives of several key leaders within the Annaj local government.

Irown Crown Security was quite entangled in keeping order on the streets; riots quelled only a week ago and presumably pushed by that same old movement as well.

So it was up to them. The army of the Order was busy rooting out the rebels in the swamps, but the Rens were the long, long shadowy hand of the Supreme Leader himself... this implied things; they had been sent to cut off the head of the snake, officially. But as Absalom leaned against the wall, granting himself a clear eye of sight to the bar's entrance, he wondered if there wasn't more to it.

"Two men," He mumbled out to Decima - twice they were grouped together now, but at least it wasn't the sanitary works now - before pushing his recently acquired hat further down. "One acting as a beggar, the other the big rodian in front of the door."

"You seeing it?"

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Objective 4
Docking area
Post 2/38
[member="Argyle Crompton"]

She put on a smile a sshe started walking towards the man and offered a salute back before she moved closer shaking his hand with her own metal hand*pleasure to meet you as well, welcome to imahalyan please follow me my house isn't to far away and I have drink sat up* she said a sshe turned and motioned to follow her as she walked up and towards a small house on the hill that seemed to overlook the entire city* i don't believe sir I have gotten your name ?* she said as they reached the top where a table in front of the house was filled with drinks and snacks

 

[Perth Levov]

Spoiler

Given this character is destined to join the First Order sooner or later – and as this storyline gives the best opportunity to make the connection naturally, she is here instead of OK-3103 or Kriel Firin.

If anyone from the First Order – or a Knight of Ren – would like to make contact, feel free. I haven’t concluded her back-story thread, but it’s close enough to an end to jump here now.

Objective 5: Obtain Imperial relics from Annaj

“Only someone doing time on the Endor Moon could find the place interesting?” Perth mused the quote as she travelled to the planet. Annaj, in the Inner Zuma region, was a fog-covered globe.

The official line was that it was nothing of interest. It served as a footnote in the construction of the Death Star apparently – a weapon that paled into insignificance compared to more recent weaponry. But according to Perth’s little notebook, it contained some useful artefacts. They could be gone by now, but she doubted it. Any major find would have been reported somewhere.

But recent activity around the planet made her wonder how long that claim could hold true, and given she was no longer able to return to the library to continue her training, she was having to cast her net wider and wider.

So she exited hyperspace and set a course for the surface of the planet. She’d seen enough dead-ends not to be bothered if this was one too – but somehow she doubted it. There was something telling her she would find what she wanted there.

 

[Progflaw99]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYPIf8UE0wc​

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Location: Tel'erra, Central Deployment Site​

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In Vicinity/Affected: ​

[member="Garett Van"] | [member="Sentiri"] | [member="Valessia Brentioch"] | @First Order Military | @First Order Government​

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Objective(s): ​

Objective 2: Provide medicinal aid to the tribes of Tel’erra​

Objective 3: Make contact with the tribal leaders of Tel’erra​

and ensure the First Order earns their trust.​

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Post: 1/38​

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With a heave and a grunt a bulky stormtrooper lifted a large crate to his shoulder, pivoting on his heel and turning towards a series of large open and close walled tents. Picking out the primary treatment tent, its large white canvas structure bright against the surrounding green. Working beneath the open walled tent were medical staff, some belonging to FIMS (First Imperial Medical Service), others belonging to a civilian medical volunteer corps. The trooper's armor chafed uncomfortably as he approached a large stack of similar crates, lowering his shoulder and stacking the crate atop its kin. Grumbling under his breath about how he'd been assigned to this working party he trudged back to where the large metal transportation container held hundreds more cases like the one he'd just moved.

Beyond the metal container in the adjacent open clearing a fairly large troop ship had arrived, the loading bay now open as an additional company of troopers led by the newly promoted Major, Rolf Amsel. Rolf had been involved in the Zarnathea Campaign to include a short proxy war between two of the planet's rivals. An able combat leader, he'd been promoted quickly but he had not forgotten his roots. Even now the Major had chosen instead of wearing the standard trooper armor to wear his field uniform, the dull colors contrasting with the insignia of rank. He struck an imposing figure as he descended the ramp, using an outstretched knife hand to indicate where he wanted his troops to assist with the medical camp setup in addition to providing low visibility security checkpoints. The reports had said to expect little to no resistance but being an avid historian, Rolf knew that acting on speculation and unconfirmed reports alone could be the undoing of an entire empire, one need only to look at Endor for that example.

Scurrying away from the Major several of his platoon commanders, junior officers, began passing on orders to the troopers. A loud hum filled the Major's ears and caused him to look skyward for a moment. Another drop ship had zoomed in from orbit, hovering next to the troop transport. It took only a second for Rolf to recall exactly what was aboard that ship. He grinned. AT-ST's belonging to Aurek Company, commanded by a Lieutenant Van if he remembered correctly. The mission parameters hadn't called for anything heavier than a company of the walkers, AT-AT's entirely out of the question due to their size. To be fair, Rolf thought even the AT-ST's might frighten some of the more secluded peoples on the planet, they weren't used to having such heavy machinery and technology in their lives. With the First Order coming to the planet perhaps that would change.

"Varren, make sure Aurek's Lieutenant reports to me right away."

"Aye aye sir, right away." Replied "Varren, the Company XO as he began relaying orders.

With his troops deploying and set to task the Major himself found it odd that he wasn't the one doing the dirty work this time, instead tasked with overseeing the security and infrastructure of the large tent compound. It was a step back from the recent combats and military campaigns, maybe even relaxing he mused as he headed towards a large white tent with giant red marks. It was there he would likely find the other head staff, he wanted to be sure he could coordinate with them and provide support as required. The Lieutenant could find him in the 'Command Tent' after he began the deployment of the AT-ST's. Rolf had plans for a few of them.

Entering the command tent he blinked several times as the light seemed to have been amplified by the stark white walls of the interior. He squinted slightly as he tried to locate the officer in charge of the medical proceedings.

 

[Leilani Paaie]

Objective 1 :Trenwyth, vacation and enjoyment spot
Post 1

If there was anything she could do well it would be to create a vacation spot for enjoyment. Course now all the plants that she stood looking at seemed to look back at her and question, so what is next lady?

Leilani had before her a configuration course she did have a few reservations like what about flesh eating daggerworms infesting happabores. Did they need some kind of device...were there happabores in the First Order?

She rolled her eyes, her pocket comm was going off again it vibrated slowly a sensation she had grown to enjoy. Should she look? Hmm she pulled it out.

//message//Ms. Leilani contact me please. Kel.// end of message//

Kel was becoming quite persistent in his request for her company he had some interesting information, and access to artwork that she enjoyed immensely but he just didn't have anything else she needed right now. She couldn't fathom a reason to go and see him. But she'd have to say something pleasing to keep him a friend.

She looked at the plants, and smiled and she wouldn't even have to lie, //message//Kel - Sorry dear on a mission to create a vacation spot for my new employers. Might need some art work to adorn the walls of my project, perhaps you could send me ideas for a..vacation spot. Will see you soon.//message end//

'Ok...let's find a place to begin building a small...intimate conservatory and then branch out into other things that just make someone purr" Leilani began her search just as the workers to help her arrived. She smiled sweetly, well as sweetly as any Zeltron could she would have them all wrapped around her finger by the end of the day.

 

[Garett Van]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEyIHBZ9w3g​

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Location: Tel'erra, Central Deployment Site​

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In Vicinity/Affected: ​

[member="Rolf Amsel"]http://starwarsrp.net/user/13062-garett-van/ | @First Order Military | @First Order Government​

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Objective(s): ​

Objective 2: Provide medicinal aid to the tribes of Tel’erra​

Objective 3: Make contact with the tribal leaders of Tel’erra​

and ensure the First Order earns their trust.​

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Garett stood nervously inside his AT-ST as it shook and rattled from being transported down to Tel'erra's surface from orbit in a transport. He never did get used to the transition from Space to Atmosphere no matter how many times he did it. Even though Garett was in mind a wreck he wouldn't show it physically, especially because next to him was a green private just transferred from training as his gunner.​

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"Everything alright there, you look a little green." Van observed his gunner's face turning pale a bit from the movement of the cockpit of the walker.​

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"I'm fine, sir. Honestly I'll be fine." The private replied to the young lieutenant holding back the desire to vomit.​

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Knowing what was soon approaching Garett gripped the controls to steady himself from the landing of the transport, and motioned for his gunner to do the same. The transport landed with a thud that echoed in the surrounding area, and as the doors opened over the comms the Company commander called out to all units of Aurek Company of Sandstorm Battalion to move out and take their assigned positions around the Medical Encampment. Lt. Van however had the task of being the liaison to the infantry unit stationed there, and his 2nd Platoon would be there for the hearts and minds of the Indigenous population. If the locals wanted to know about the First Order's Armored Units it was Van's job to talk to them about it. Garett then piloted the walker out of the transport and over to the ladder station so he could disembark his AT-ST and go meet the Infantry CO and get his tasks for his Platoon. Disembarking the walker wasn't something that Van liked too much in a "hostile" environment, even though the higher ups say this planet was peaceful, he still remembers his history and how the Empire was defeated on Endor....​

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Walking, through the camp the Lieutenant saw many stormtroopers doing many tasks from moving medical supplies to assembling tents, to guard duty. It took some time but finally he found the makeshift command tent, taking a deep breath, then walking in Garett walked up to who he figured was in charge of the area.​

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"Lieutenant Garett Van, 2nd Platoon, Aurek Company, 242nd Armored Battalion. Reporting as ordered. " He barked out and snapping to attention and with a salute​

 

[Progflaw99]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fSmltea2iCY
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Location: Tel'erra, Central Deployment Site​

In Vicinity/Affected:​

[member="Jude Falkrowe"] | [member="Valessia Brentioch"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | @First Order Government​

Objective(s):​

Objective 2: Provide medicinal aid to the tribes of Tel’erra​

Objective 3: Make contact with the tribal leaders of Tel’erra​

and ensure the First Order earns their trust.​

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Post: 2 / 38​

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High above the central deployment site a Deliberate-class Corvette began its descent towards the large clearing where the other ships had begun landing. It's nose pointed downward slightly as its engines roared, aboard the vessel the Commissioner of New Advora gently rubbed his chin. Thankful. That was the word he was looking for. Typically this would be the job for the Governor of Riflor but instead he had been appointed as the delegate for this particular effort. About three weeks prior he'd been pulled aside after one of the regular meetings and urged to attend in the stead of Riflor's Governor. A relief effort was underway, providing medical treatment to the more clanlike people of Tel'erra.

Nathaniel Barrett being the Commissioner of New Advora had immediately seized the reins and begun planning. He'd sifted through pages of useless information the Governor had collected and was quite shocked at the sheer lack of due diligence in preparation for the effort. Correcting that, Nate had recruited volunteers from the Advorian Institute of Engineering to be part of a special delegation to Annaj. According to the First Order Intelligence Reports he'd had access to they could use some help rebuilding, who better to do that than volunteers from not only one of the most prestigious engineering schools in First Order space but also engineers who had already had to overcome significant hurdles when developing effective and sturdy construction? Nate however had been set on travelling to Tel'erra himself, delivering medical supplies and bringing with him some of New Advora's finest medical staff to aid in the relief efforts. Not only had he recruited doctors and general practitioners but also pediatricians.

It had long been a firm belief that healthy lives and the care of children were cornerstones in securing a strong, safe, and better future for the First Order, as such the Commissioner found it a particularly important issue to address. There was no telling how often the children on Tel'erra actually received high quality medical care and this could be one large outpouring of care towards the people. If all went well, perhaps it would even secure a modicum of trust in the First Order in their minds. A low rumble could be felt throughout the ship as the large 125 meter corvette touched down. Nathaniel rose, heading towards the passenger cabins, rousing the doctors as they prepared to disembark. In their cargo bay supplies had been carefully stowed, medical equipment, supplies, non-perishable foods. They'd even done a children's toy drive in New Advora the week before they'd left.

Putting on a smile, the Commissioner headed for the boarding ramp. Time to get to work!

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Objective: 10 (and 4...ish?)
Location: Imhalyan - Floripida
Post: 2

“Miss Choi!” A familiar voice called out.

Marzena glanced over her shoulder to see her assistant, Bonnie, running down the beach. The young woman was not the athletic type, a fact made clear by the way she had to bend every now and then to catch her breath. A slim hand rose to tilt the brim of her sunhat back away from her face, and she pulled down her sunglasses just enough to see Bonnie over the top.

“I-I thought... I’d never... catch up to you.” Bonnie wheezed out, finally straightening up.

This was usually the point where Marzena would lightly chide her assistant about being out of shape. However, the changes to her own physique made her bite her tongue. So far, her weight gain had been quite minimal, but her slim frame could not hide the fact that her belly was growing. As long as her pregnancy remained healthy, she really couldn’t ask for more. But that did not mean that she wasn't sensitive about her figure...

“What is it, Bonnie? Is everything... okay?” She asked, finally turning to face her assistant.

“Yes, all of the preparations have been made. The stage is outdoors, but they have a dressing room ready for you at the hotel. Your outfit has been steamed – it’s quite lovely, even if it’s...”

Marzena narrowed her eyes sharply, warning Bonnie not to continue with her train of thought. She flipped her hair and placed a hand on her hip. The singer was feeling less and less like the diva that she normally was. It was almost time to head back and get ready for the show, Bonnie was already looking anxious. Marzena heaved a sigh and let her gaze wander back out towards the ocean.

Just a few minutes more...

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Post: 3/38
Location: Xal 3
Allies: First Order and friends ([member="Basileus Isauros"])
Enemies: unknown
Objective: Help in the construction of a shipyard on Xal 3 (objective 9)

"Open a channel to the FIV Excubitore"

"Channel open" Merrily told Dunames.

"FIV Excubitore, this is Ultima. Is there an explanation for what happened onboard?"

While the tugs are still deploying materiel, supplies and equipment through the ventral hangar of the Ultima, Dunames found rather curious what happened onboard the FIV Excubitore under Captain Isauros' command. It lloks as if it was fired upon by some sabotaging force. Yet Dunames would do no such thing. Sensors could detect traces of internal mutiny but as the construction work began on the drydocks made out of the equipment being deployed outside the Ultima, whereby the assembly of the drydocks being deployed was made. Hopefully they would be retractable and mobile at once, much like the Saculs or Egroegs; the latter had a much better mobility than the former. Both were touted for their ability to extend and retract in seconds, which was way more than what was expected from the Mobile Spacedock 220 sold by Rendili StarDrive and that they struggled to sell thanks to Jessica et al. Ringovinda StarYards forced several shipyards off the bulk freight and mobile drydock markets: Kuat Drive Yards and Rendili StarDrive most famously, and they eyed Hoersch-Kessel Driveworks in the topmost segment.

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Post: 2
Objective: 1 [Terraform Trenwyth]
Allies: [member="Saffron"]

The new Supreme Commander was surrounded by his usual retinue of Stormtrooper guardsmen as Saffron and her fellow scientist [member="Mir Nehrahn"] approached. At the moment, he was shuffling through something on his holographic datapad. He swiped past information relevant to the mission for the moment; instead, he made a note to himself to comm his fiancee [member="Marzena Choi"] after this. She would be on Imhalyan assisting with the project the First Order was overseeing there, and he had made a promise to call her. One day, the two would hopefully find each other on the same planet whenever the First Order mobilized its forces. Although wherever Ludolf Vaas went, war usually followed, so perhaps their separation was for the best.

Vaas looked up from his datapad as he saw the scientists approach. From his understanding, they were both from PharmaTech research company. The Stormtroopers by Ludolf's side did not flinch, but rather stood silent as Vaas tucked away the datapad in his long, flowing black leather officer's trenchcoat, and stepped forward to greet them. He extended his gloved hand to both Saffron as well as the Ithorian in tow, and offered a congenial smile. Behind him dropships loomed in the sky, carrying an assortment of strange and wild fauna captured from various places across the galaxy. Ludolf thought he heard another krayt dragon roar behind him as he met the two scientists.

"Welcome to Trenwyth," He said to the pair. "I'm Supreme Commander Ludolf Vaas, currently overseeing this operation." He turned to the woman. "Doctor Saffron, is it? I hear you come highly recommended when it comes to terraforming planets. They say you can't ask for anyone better, in fact."

 

[Mir Nehrahn]

Location: Trenwyth
Objective: Assist Pharmatech and the First Order in rehabilitating the planet into a garden world
Allies: [member="Saffron"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"] ([member="Leilani Paaie"]?)
Enemies: Poor dirt
Post: 01/37

Pack animals grouped together to ensure a mutual survivability. However, being a member of a pack rarely guaranteed the survival of an individual, or even the survival of a particular bloodline. Instead, the animals, without any intelligence whatsoever, acted out a law of averages scenario. A flock of birds would nest all in the same area so that predators would only steal a portion of their eggs. Fish moved in schools so that while being chased by larger sea creatures, only a few would be cornered and cut off from the crowd. Herds of grazers would forage in an area and, if chased off by teeth, claws, and fangs, would run; thus the strongest and healthiest survived at the front of the herd and the weakest or more fragile were snared at the back.

As Mir looked over the soldiers present, he considered them no differently. The law of averages would have its way with the lot of them. Chance would take the lives of some, a lack of skill would take the lives of others, and in turn these soldiers clad in false protection would give end to other packs of men and women.

He wasn't sure what sight the human woman named Saffron mentioned. All Mir saw was the cycle of life. But he supposed that was quite the amazing phenomenon.

The leader of the pack stood out from the crowd. They always did. Among the animal kingdom, there was always something that made the alpha stand out. They might be larger, or bear scars that spoke of their victories, or fur or flesh markings that demonstrated a celebrated rarity among pack society. Always, alphas were surrounded by those who listened to them, who yielded to them, and who feared them.

This human, like his pack, was no different.

<<Greetings,>> Mir sing-warbled in his native diaphonic Ithorese, unaware of the male alpha's ability to understand or not. He had been delighted that Saffron had not needed a translator due to her time among other Ithorians. So much so that Mir had completely forgotten where he had left the device.

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Annaj, marshes
Objective: 5


Endless, forested, covered under thick foggy blanket rolling over stagnant water, no signs or pointers to reveal one’s been going in circles, far away from civilization and sentient company. Silent in idle chatter, yet full of noise, Annaj’s swamps mocked what little had remained of the First Galactic Empire’s retreat. Several outposts must have covered even the most remote of areas, now little more than sunken ruins defeated by unforgiving years of disrepair, perfect for bandits and lawbreakers to stay low and commit cowardly hits against those daring to come close. Desolate places like this always enjoyed hiding all sorts of things, masterfully making murder victims mysteriously disappear and swallowing souls of the living as well.

Fugitives who came there seeking safe haven from prying eyes often found their desired secrecy in return, much to the local government’s displeasure. After all, partisans and rebels could easily escape from the incoming forces, run even deeper and lead their tail into a trap. Ambushes were very almost a given and one had to watch every step – mines, invisible strings and masked nests hosting snipers knew no mercy, just as nature’s own creation. On the other hand, scavengers with fire in their hearts could discover valuable items that have long since been looted from around urbanised structures bustling with society. The old Empire’s mark still loomed around uninhabited sites and awaited its discovery.

Scanner in hand, one eye upon the blinking display, Darth Veles systematically scoured the area. Not for rebels, at least not directly. Seizing old relics lost to this swampland was his primary goal – old droids in particular. Completely ordinary droids used by Palpatine’s galaxy-spanning empire, yet carrying a message holding great value to the First Order, supposedly from Darth Sidious himself. While definitely not an official member, the Mon Cal Sith still considered himself an Imperial, thus helping the Supreme Leader’s agents equalled unearthing history of his own people and attaining more knowledge. A worthy task, even if miserable squelches emitting beneath his webbed feet begged to differ, same as both twin lightsabers angrily dangling in protest and demanding action.

Part of him truly desired to face the rebellious elements and show them true brutality – but judging by many noises far, far away, others have been already keeping themselves busy with that. While it did not rule out partisans in this area, so far Veles had yet to feel a sentient signature, always wary of the possibility while he steadily, if somewhat slowed down by the marsh, advanced closer to what used to be a watch tower in the past according to old plans. It was logical to look for his targets in such places first, discover the Empire’s remains on Annaj to capture the eternally loyal metal servants still doing their duty.

 

[Argyle Crompton]

Post: XIII
Objective: VII: Meeting and greeting [member="Stardust Raxis"].
Location: Landing Ramp

Argyle followed the matriarch closely, he was a little confused. Things had moved rather quickly, and he wasn't sure if he liked that. He also wasn't sure if this was protocol either. He had assumed the Twi'lek would have some kind of meeting set up with infantry to greet them. But apparently not. It made him a little uneasy as well, there was something about houses he didn't like. It wasn't that there was something wrong with them, but he preferred not to meet on ones home territory. They knew all the advantages and disadvantages, all the escape routes, and they could exploit them. He was caught off guard by the question. Argyle nodded, "How rude of me, I am Argyle Crompton, commissioner of Kan'Dul." he said, "You don't mind me bringing my guards up here?" he asked.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Objective 4
Stardust house



Oh I do not mind [member="Argyle Crompton"] if you bring your men I understand people like you find comfort in them, trust me I've been a guard beforw* truth be told she had been many things in her life, however r she could sense his discomfort as they arrived to her place, she had no real meeting area officially besides her place, she sat at the table and motioned the chair out then gave a friendly snile*please take a seat and have a drink best wine on the planet alomg with a few spirits and such * she said

 

[WD-334]

Post: I
Location: Annaj, Marshes
Objective: 5

WD-334 had passed by many old Imperial landmarks. Ruins of Imperial bases, old space stations. It's latest marker led it to the Annaj system. A location used around the Empire's end. It had no knowledge of the First Order coming, and scoured the marshes alone to look for something to give the War Droid answers. If it had seen them, it would have recognised them as Imperial.

The mud of the marshes climbed up it's rusted legs, sploshing at every step. It's two blaster arms were still inactive, but if anything posed a threat the loader arm would be used. Yet it remained passive, for now.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: Annaj Swamps
Objective 7: Resistance Bustin'
Allies: [member="Rexus Wenck"]
Post Eleven.

The Sith High Colonel drew took his lightsabre off of his belt once more. All was going well until something moved in one of the slits in the wall of the medium sized bunker that was the Rebel Base. It probably led underground, resistances and rebels tended to like that sort of thing, for whatever reason.

It was a repeating blaster.

The first stormtrooper, probably one of the Wolves, was struck, lit up as the blaster mowed through the trees, flicking off branches, scorching timber, even going as far as to cause thinner, not as developed trees to go lopsided and to fall and hit the ground.

A'sharad parked his rear to a tree right next to the Lieutenant's. Turning his head, he said, "The exosuit can get you to the wall before you get hit! Wait until its arc is facing away from you, make a break for it!" What the Lieutenant would do, A'sharad didn't know, after all, who in their sane mind would run right for a repeating blaster? But in the exosuit, chances were he could take a shot or two before he wrenched the blaster out of the bunker. That is, if the exosuit worked.

"GO!"

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Post: 4/38
Location: Xal 3
Allies: [member="Basileus Isauros"]
Enemies: unknown
Objective: Help in the construction of a shipyard on Xal 3 (objective 9)

While the FIV Excubitore was still sorting the mess it went through, Dunames wasted no time in reviewing the plans the First Order has provided for them. By now Logistical Command kept quiet, and ceased giving Star Tours missions. But now that the shipyard ceased firing on the Excubitore, Dunames reviews what facilities the Ultima had: a sickbay, some consumables but that was about it. As it approached the Imperator-X-class Star Destroyer, the Ultima was approaching the largest of these drydocks being built, designed to build and service Resurgent-class battlecruisers, which were almost a full kilometer longer than an Ultima-class ship, of which about a dozen or so were in service across the galaxy, and one reconditioned as a carrier capable of housing 10 squadrons. With the channel to the Excubitore being still open, Dunames was dazed and confused. She still believes that, at that stage, she could still provide assistance that she couldn't otherwise do when it came under fire.

"FIV Excubitore, do you need any assistance? Please respond"

"Are you sure Logistical Command isn't a better fit for providing assistance to a ship launching that sort of distress call?"

"It is my duty to come to the aid of those who need it"

"Roger" the communications officer told Dunames.

"Captain Isauros, can you please tell me what happened onboard?"

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Post: XIV
Objective: VII: Taking out a blaster emplacement with my boy [member="Asharad Graush"]
Location: What are doing in this swamp?!

The stormtrooper looked at the colonel, "What?" he asked, his question wasn't answered, before he knew it, the Colonel had ordered him. He had to go. Rexus ran through the thick sludge of the swamp, praying to whatever dieties there were to save him. He felt the warm blaster bolts sail past his head as the gun began to swing back from its slow arc. The lieutenant ran underneath the gun, and breathed out heavily. Now to take this puppy out. He looked up, the gun stood about a meter over his head, and was slanted down. Not far enough for Rexus to grab though, but far enough to throw a stormtroopers best friend, a thermal detonator. He took it from his belt, looked up at the gun. This'd have to be a precise throw, with a very precise arc. Clicking the detonator, he ran out of cover and lobbed the grenade at the slit where the gun was firing from. The small ball was caught in the gap, and detonated, sending the lieutenant sailing backwards, yet simultaneously creating a large hole in the entrance to the bunker.

 

[Sentiri]

Location: Tel'erra, on the plains of Tir'Valo
Objective: 3 - Earn the trust of the local tribal leaders
Allies: [member="Samka Derith"]
In Vicinity: [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Garett Van"], [member="Nathaniel Barrett"], [member="Valessia Brentioch"]
Enemies: Boorishness
Post: 02/37

The shuttle Corona pulled away from its berth and out into space. The First Order fleet that had arrived in the Vorran system needed to maintain a distance from two different disks of debris that orbited the star in vast quantities. The one closest to the star was mostly rock. But the outer one contained ionized gas that interacted with metal floating inside the cloud which created a magnetic force that affected the electronic instruments of any ship that approached too closely. Any who were unaware of the properties would end up stranded, not unlike the descended species of the Tel'varn who populated Tel'erra.

The Deputy Director's agents, however, did their homework. The First Order was well aware of the dangers and all pilots had been given simulation runs prior to entering the system based on scans and extrapolation. The fleet all held careful position away from the magnetic debris fields outside of orbit. While the position meant that shuttles and carriers would have a longer transit, the safety of every ship within the system was ensured. There would be no starship crashes on Tel'erra while Sentiri was attending the mission.

The Chiss woman silently stared out the viewport as they approached the world. From a distance, she could see the gas ring swarm around the planet, as if shadowing Tel'erra's celestial body in orbit of its sun. The pilot and copilot were at the control console while she and her escort sat behind them. Sentiri had requested a small escort for safety reasons. Her past field missions had been proof enough that, while she was capable enough at defending herself, the unforeseen was always a possibility. A small squad of troopers would have been sufficient. Instead, someone in Command had deemed a Ren necessary.

The Deputy Director had yet to directly interact with one, despite her years with the First Order. She had known of their presence all along, and had suspected many faces she had seen whose files she could not access to be members of the secretive circle. But now Sentiri had one assigned to her command. She wondered if this was either the price or the luxury of becoming Director. Though the Head of Intelligence had yet to earn that title, she did temporarily sit in the chair. The longer the chair remained vacant, the closer she was to obtaining the position.

The position was also the reason why Sentiri was visiting Tel'erra. In her duties as Interim Director, she was also tasked with sitting on the Moff Council. In comparison to her duties as Deputy Director, the governmental aspect was now increasingly important. She had less and less time to spend with her computers and more of her attention was drawn to the social nature of the job. She was gradually starting to get used to the feeling, and she was thankful that her interactions were still limited to those of the upper echelons of the First Order hierarchy as well as the agents and operatives with whom she was already familiar.

But Tel'erra was another test run. She had proven herself valuable in coordinating with the Chiss on Vortusa. But she had been the obvious choice for such an operation as one of the highest ranking Chiss officials within the First Order. Not to mention the visit doubled as an intelligence gathering operation to bug the colony for their involvement with the Ascendancy. Tel'erra was less of an obvious choice. She knew nothing of the Tel'varn people before reading the dossier, nor of the system. But there she went, as a representative of the First Order's government, to negotiate with and gain the trust of the primitive people of the planet.

The shuttle landed and tore Sentiri from her thoughts. Looking out, she could see a large village not far away, through tall grass that blew in the wind. The sky was clear and the sun could be seen low in the morning sky, shaded by the transparisteel viewport. The ramp opened behind them and Sentiri stood.

"Power down all nonessential systems and remain grounded here, Lieutenant," the Chiss woman said to the pilot. If the pilot had read the briefing, he would know why: if the talks lasted long enough and night set, their communications would be cut off from the fleet by the gaseous disk above the world. Their only way offworld would be by use of the ship or they were grounded all evening until the clouds cleared. Having the shuttle stay and wait was the right choice by her calculations.

Sentiri turned to the Ren beside her. "Follow me," she said, her voice, like her mind, level.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Location: Annaj, the Understreets
Objective: Seven- Neutralize resistance.
Allies: [member="Absalom"]
Post 3

Mist curled around the under-streets.

The mist that swirled around them gave the place an odd sort of smell -- like the scent of rain mixed with the scent of the city. It wasn't pleasant, but compared to her last assignment, crawling through the sewers of God knew where. The young Acolyte stood in an alcove, her left foot against the wall, leaning against the rough bricks with her arms folded across her midsection. Her eyes tracked the figures that her partner was describing, and she nodded er head. "I'm seeing it," she confirmed, uncrossing her arms to flick some dust off her leg. She had donned a pair of black leggings, calf-height black armored leather boots, a utility belt containing her lightsaber and a blaster, and a black tunic over an armored undershirt. She was prepared for anything.

Well -- almost anything.

Decima pulled her hair back into a ponytail, looping it around itself into a firm knot before securing it with an elastic band from around her wrist. This would keep her hair out of her eyes should things get dicey. Once finished, she smoothed the fabric of her tunic and glanced over at Absalom. "What do you want to do about it?" she asked quietly, folding her arms again.