Systemic Security [Techno Union Dominion of Doldur]

[Jeong Hye]

Location: Doldur Spaceport
Objective: Slice slice baby
Allies: These little hands and this beautiful brain
Enemies: Boredom, oppression
Post Count: 2/20

Oh this was interesting.. She was not the only one out and about today. There were very few players who could be seen as on her level. That there were a least two.. Could not be coincidence. Friends or foes? Or the more usual answer of neither. Just another bored slicer looking for a challenge. That was most common. So few people ever set out to accomplish anything. For herself, it was less that she wanted power or control and more that.. Other people had too much. People need some room, to be able o breathe. She more than most knew that. Without this playing field it was quite possible she'd have gone mad by now.

Still, her little bugs and codes were free and off about their business. Short of the occasional ping when one of them encountered security too tough for it to break through without alerting anyone and called home for help, or at least one of the nodes that eventually redirected to her, among other places, there wasn't much to do. So she might as well see about these others.

Observation first. Some slicers came out the gate code blazing. Zero Overdrive was not among them. If you had the chance to see how your peers or your competitors worked, how they coded, how they thought, where they rerouted, the shortcuts they took.. Why wouldn't you? All before ever revealing anything yourself besides interest and the ability to follow, if they even picked up on it.

Here, the first [ [member="Jennifer Blanchard"] as Stinger] was piggy backing. She started digging, seeing if she could race the style, find a link. One thing about Slicers, most of them had egos. They had their names and they liked them known. Oh she had her handle certainly, but you wouldn't find posts from her floating around anywhere. She went back into places and erased herself when she was done after all. His choices were interesting. And major. And the fact that he hadn't set off any alarms yet said that he was good. Or that he was paid. More and more slicers were turning legitimate. Going to work for the big companies. Finding their weaknesses and then helping to shore them up. If this was the case here though, based on his activity it looked like he was trying to make a little something on the side. She left the trawlers looking for his tells and turned her attention to the other.

The second [ [member="Cryax Bane"] ] was doing a much better job of it. She'd almost not noticed him at all if some of her little spiders hadn't pinged back irregularities that they had not caused. She was sure she was missing much of what he was doing, but the bit she could keep up with.. Who was interested enough in Doldurs underworld to sink this kind of skill into ferreting out its secrets? She'd never known a bounty hunter who could operate on this level, and the bounty on most of he low-lives of Doldur surely wouldn't equal what it would cost to hire someone this good.

How fascinating. She'd have to watch and see what was found, and where he sent the information.

 

[One-Two]

Location: exiting hyperspace around Doldur
Objective: Deliver cargo to the planet/secure space lanes
Allies: [member="Orick T'ane"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Jerec Wraith"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Aron Rodrie"] TU organics
Enemies: Anything designated as enemies.
[1/20]

The droid stood rigid as the ship exited hyperspace around the planet Doldur, it's photoreceptor was scanning the viewport for anything anomalous. It watched the bridge crew, all droids, as they worked, their efficiency was never in doubt and it knew that they would perform within 99.99% accuracy of their programming. It stood near the control center, as it had since the ship left from Nar shaddaa. It's legs did not tire, nor did it's photoreceptor need to rest. It was a droid, and the commander of this vessel. It had a job to do, a job given to him by his owner, Orick T'ane, and it was unable to fail it's job. It didn't even turn as ti began to issue commands, commands that he didn't need to give, btu knew that it was expected of him. " Release the fighters and begin a sweep on the area, hail the Techno Union forces on the ground and let them know that, we have troops arriving to help the ground attack."

It turned and moved towards the holotable in the back of the bridge. The map showed the planet and all of the other ships in system. The sensors had confirmed that all ships were friendly, but the droid was programmed for caution, and it always followed it's programing. One-Two accessed it's comm unit and began to relay information to its owner. " Captain T'ane, we have arrived at our destination. We have the wardroids loaded and ready for deployment whenever you are ready. Techno Union forces are on the ground and there appears to be no resistance in the air at all. If you would like, I can have Lady Rade informed as well so that she may meet you in the hangar bay."

It knew that in all likelihood the two organics were together in the captain's cabin, doing whatever it was that they did together, it didn't try to speculate. It wasn't programmed to understand organic's in any capacity, it was programmed to command this ship, and to ensure that his owner was protected at all costs.

 

[Jennifer Blanchard]

Location: Construction Site of Obsidian Spire, Doldur, Galaxy Far Far Away
Objective: C
Allies: [member="Darell Irani"] [member="Morgan Redeaux"]
Enemies: Needing to check her socmed, wondering whats trending on spacebook, and knowing she has a text message on her Holodriver, and knowing that Net Zillo was searching the planetary database without her.

She was antsy. Jennifer Blanchard was on edge. It was because she had Irani here now. And she wanted to check her damned messages. She could do it if he wasn’t here, but she knew what Hegemony he was a part of, and if this was going to get back to Marek, who vouched for her, yes she was her own woman, but still, he saved her from living in a van, she didn’t want the reports to go badly. So she was just going to watch.
Maybe a quick look wouldn’t hurt.


***


And now to the good part

There were Yuuzhan Vong running around. And they were doing their best to stay hidden here. They knew that execution teams lead by [member="Seto Du Couteau"] and [member="Aron Rodrie"], as well as [member="Tmoxin Temi"] and [member="Jerec Wraith"] were about. Or would be about. Reports were coming in on Obsidian Knights attacking. Traps were being set and they moved deeper into the woods.

Jennifer Blanchard as a sort of ranking representative of Net Zillo would be getting this information. The red-haired slicer would be making sure the message from Seto was forwarded on to the rest of the Net Bha’lir, and to the fleets in orbit. The time or any sort of heroic rescue and back up was now. She knew that if she needed to, she could probably excuse herself from here, but what was she going to do? She was a slicer, all she could do was battle manage, but by the location on the transmission they were in the swamps. And Jenn really hated being away from Wi-Fi for too long.

“Designating your location for reinforcements, Couteau.” She typed and sent off to the other Knight. Hopefully he had his comms ready for text. She didn’t want to step away. “Expect droid reinforcements, am alerting The Citadel to send in additional Bha’lir support.”

Hopefully they’d get it in time. Right, she was being helpful, wasn’t she? And being professional. What she didn’t know was something was coming her way. Something big. Still, the message was sent to both the Fortune and the as of this moment still not named by the writer Lucrehulk in orbit. Hopefully anyone up there, like [member="One-Two"] would be listening.


***


Stinger though, was her real target. Stinger was the one who could do the most damage that Jenn could prevent. He understood everything that was going on, and the trick of it was? He wanted to fight it, but one look at him, and you’d not really notice that he cared so much. His apartment? Well, it smelled of stale soda and three day old take out. The man wore dark sunglasses and a leather duster anytime he left his apartment. It was pretty obvious he was a bad-ass, to the outside world. Or at least the ones that knew him.

Sure, he went to work, he worked for a city IT department. And he enjoyed it, but what he didn’t enjoy was that no one took his conspiracies seriously. Sure, ok, maybe they weren’t all living in some computer world. But the Vong were definitely coming, and the Union, they would do the ‘good guy’ thing and kill the Vong, and then captailize-form the world. And change it.

Reports came in from the more ‘rim’ of the Union worlds. Things changed, and not always for the better. He knew there were others out there, others who would understand his concerns.

And he was finding them. The local forums, the ones that only the right people knew how to find, were talking about the movements of the Techno Union brass, and on the other screen? He was working into Novatech’s network. Running the signal to his apartment through three other locations, he maybe was paranoid. The one thing was, Stinger’s code was obvious. He carried his name with it and people would know him.

People did know him.

On the Holonet? He was a big deal.

And that was why he was turning his systems directly to try to rope into the Techno Union warships overhead. He could slice a war droid, they weren’t that complex, were they?

He could do it.

Jenn would do it better. Jenn wouldn't be found out by a casual like [member="Jeong Hye"], though [member="Cryax Bane"], that was something else.

This massive thing was post six.

 

[Ora]

Location: Deep in the Death Marsh
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Jerec Wraith"] [member="Aron Rodrie"]
Goal: Get out alive
Post: 1

The natural noises of the marsh were hardly comforting, with the growls and sudden moments of silence. While the suit worked overtime to process the various noises and attempt to notice threats, Ora herself ran a quick check to ensure that she hadn't hurt anything. All systems seemed to be online. She rolled her wrist for a moment, feeling the click as the metal and bone moved. There were beasts here beyond the Vong, and she didn't quite have the firepower to bring them down.

She shifted slightly, just enough to allow her to slide the shatter rifle off her back. I really need to find a better place to store this. The rifle cost a fortune, and was really her best option for combat. Looking down from her perch, the cyborg aimed the rifle down at the beast below. Massive claws, teeth to spare, and a pair of nasty, glowing yellow eyes. She wasn't sure, but there seemed to be something almost purple dripping from it's mouth.

Well, she had to take it out to get home. Slipping the center of it's forehead into her sights, she pulled the trigger.

puff.

The form dropped, red oozing from the wound.

That was easy. She slowly moved to the ground, dropping down the last few inches to find her feet sinking into the mud.....

And the creature, still very much alive and enraged, pouncing onto her.

The jaws snapped at her neck. A scream escaped her as she raised her arm to block and it bit through. She swung her fist. The creature backed off, yelping. Blue gunk hung where the eye had been. Grasping at the weapon on her belt, she pulled and fired the pistol into the eye socket. It lurched, staggering back. Smoke rose from the damaged eye. and still it came. Another shot caused it to stagger once more, and then a quick stun blast put it to sleep long enough for her to escape.

"Scan."

Right arm structure damaged, minor. Possible poison, minor. Functions normal.

All right. Time to find help.

 

[Orick T'ane]

Location: Orbit around Doldur
Objective: assist in fighting Vong
Allies: [member="One-Two"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Jerec Wraith"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Aron Rodrie"]
Enemies: The weird Vong things
[2/20]

Orick sighed as he heard the droid's voice over the comm channel, he really needed to get the droid a better vocal pattern for it's voice but there never seemed to be enough time to do everything he wanted to do. He glanced over at the small table in the cabin, where [member="Anastasia Rade"] was sitting with their plates of food and he sighed. The droid knew very well that they were in the same place together, she was the only other non droid on the entire ship, they had no one else to talk to but each other. He shook his head and sighed, another personality quirk that was showing through the droid's programming.

" Thank you One-Two, have the shuttles ready to take off in 15 minutes. No need to contact her, she's here with me now." He chuckled inwardly at the fact that the droid called her 'Lady Rade' He didn't remember the specifics of that line of code, or how it had come about, but it was all the droid would ever call Ana, no matter how much Orick had tried to change it.

He turned back to the table and smiled, " We should have just enough time to finish this food and get geared up." His original plan wasn't to end up fighting Vong again, but he got the call for another fight and decided to check it out. He wasn't an official member of the Techno Union, he was more of a shadow on their books. He was paid for specific things, ranging from smuggling to privateering, and occasionally showing up when they needed a few extra guns in a fight. He was happy to help out, regardless of their reputation, mostly because he got to choose the work that he did. So he could sleep at night knowing that he didn't compromise his beliefs for credits.

It was whatever in the end, he didn't want to debate the ethics of it again in his head, he wanted to have a quick bite to eat with his wife before they got down to the planet.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: Orbit around Doldur
Objective: assist in fighting Vong
Allies: [member="One-Two"] [member="Orick T'ane"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Jerec Wraith"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Aron Rodrie"]
Enemies: The weird Vong things
[1/20]

Ana looked up from her sandwich as One-Two's voice came across the comm link. His voice was very monotone which made it hard at times to even listen to him. He was very effective at his job though and with him as pilot Orick and herself were free to do other things. The Master really couldn't complain though she did wish the droid would stop calling her 'Lady Rade'. She had told him countless times to call her Ana but he never listened. She wasn't royalty as far as she knew so there was no need to be so formal. Besides it wasn't as if he was alerting her that they were at the royal ball and it was time to go fix her hair and dress before meeting up with the King on the dance floor. They were gearing up for a battle. Ana still though thought of Orick as her King and she his Queen of course.

"What's the plan when we get down there?" She questioned taking a bit of her sandwich. She knew they were going after the Vong but Ana liked being prepared. The Techno Union was quite the interesting organization and she had her reservations about them. There were a lot of suits whom only looked at the bottom line just as there were Sith Lords. It seemed though in the end to be a melting pot of many different types and while she wasn't an official member Ana was on the payroll. She was happy to help out because not only did they pay well but the couple chose what jobs they took.

It wouldn't take her too long to eat, gear up and be ready to fight. She could either clean up the dishes once she got back or the droids could after they left. She was fine with them cleaning but the cooking was something she liked to do herself. The kitchen on this ship was much bigger than any she had been in before and Ana loved it. Plenty of room for any kitchen gadgets that she needed or wanted.

 

[One-Two]

Location: exiting hyperspace around Doldur
Objective: Deliver cargo to the planet/secure space lanes
Allies: [member="Orick T'ane"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Jerec Wraith"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Aron Rodrie"] [member="Death's Hand"] TU organics
Enemies: Anything designated as enemies.
[3/20]

It stood at the front of the bridge again, orders had been relayed, droids were marching in perfect order into the drop ships. It knew the exact loadout of each ship. the first two ships were filled with regular clankers, along with one tank each. The third had a full compliment of Baron aerial droids along with one Hornet. the last ship was empty at the moment, it was reserved for his owner and Lady Rade, along with his bodyguard droids and the strange organic that went only by the name [member="Death's Hand"]. One-Two was indifferent to the nuances of organic life, but it was confused by the entire concept of the strange man, it was obviously organic, btu it acted like a droid.

The idea that an organic acted like a droid made little sense to One-Two, organics were supposed to be emotional and rash, unable to fully understand the perfection that came with programming to follow, but this man was different and One-two didn't like different, it upset the perfectly balanced parameters that One-Two operated by.

It received the final report from the loader droids, the full compliment of war droids was ready to be released onto the planet below, it had a strange moment, something that even it's programming seemed unable to define, organic's would call it pride. One-Two would need to run a self diagnosis once it had the time, this anomaly would need to be inspected and investigated before it caused him to malfunction.

 

[Darth Eversor]

Location: Marsh
Objective: Eliminate Vong presence
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Anastasia Rade"], [member="Ora"], [member="Orick T'ane"], [member="Jerec Wraith"], [member="Aron Rodrie"]
Enemies: Vong lifeforms

​

It was time to rise and shine once again for the creation. Time to arm itself and evaluate the best methods of calculated murder for a rather resilient foe. The original directive of Abraxas was to seek out a peculiar group of notable individuals; however, such a task would have to be delayed to another time of more convenience. Receiving an alert, the murder machine was awakened from his stasis period to carry on with his routine life. Wake up, kill, sleep. In the hours Abraxas wasn't asleep, he was studying schematics and weapons of all shapes and sizes. Quite the busy profession it was.

Unaware was the creation, that his life would soon be hanging by a thread. This was the beginning of an end, rather, a sort of re-birthing experience that would change the functionality of the monstrosity. His blood would also be spilled.

Gearing up and heading out, Abraxas made his leave for the planet he was orbiting. He hadn't much knowledge on the species themselves, considering how he'd never fought them or even had the time to research. Despite having served alongside the One Sith, there wasn't much of a personal development between the creation and the masochistic individuals that kept such bizarre policies alive and kicking. But what the humanoid abomination didn't know was that he was closer to them than he could ever imagine. But yet, that was the problem, Abraxas didn't think outside of objectives.

Thinking outside of orders and the mission was a failure and went against the directive; however, the directive wasn't necessarily always correct. At times protocol must be broken in order to achieve success. Yet it would not benefit Abraxas in the near future.

Arriving at the marshlands, the creation armed himself with his large caliber slugthrower. The ammo counter flickered on with red segmented numbers that read "45". Scanning the tree-lines and the distance beyond himself, Abraxas saw nothing out of the ordinary. Seeing how things were clear in the vicinity, he moved onward. But it would only be a matter of time.

As the creation wandered for no more than a few moments, he heard the noises of nature blended with something a bit more outlandish. Gun raised, Abraxas watched his surroundings closely.

Something was near.

 

[Lord Tarantula]

Location: Future Site of Doldur's new Obsidian Spire
Objective: Defend the site, Kill strange critters... KILL THEM WITH FIIIIIIIRE!
Allies: Obsidian Order, [member='[COLOR=rgb(235,235,235)][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/6552-darell-irani/"]Darell Irani[/URL]'][/COLOR], [member='[COLOR=rgb(235,235,235)][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/5457-jennifer-blanchard/"]Jennifer Blanchard[/URL]'][/COLOR], [member='[COLOR=rgb(235,235,235)][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/7787-morgan-redeaux/"]Morgan Redeaux[/URL]'], [member='Cryax Bane'][/COLOR]
Enemies: Yuuzahn Vong, This weird little **** of a critter I found...
Post Count: 2/20

The strange creature rose with a screech, unsheathed its claws, showed its pointy teeth, and... It was a bunny? Kyale looked at the furry thing trying to rip his cybernetic arm apart. It seemed to simply be a Vongformed rabbit. Besides the frustrated noises of a hungry animal attempting to bite through very solid metal, he thought he'd heard a scream. A quick scan showed another cyborg nearby, with what kind of mods he didn't know. Throwing the rabbit off his arm, and turning in the direction he'd scanned, he began walking towards this unidentified cyborg.

And, well, that's when things got interesting. He saw what looked like a woman in really shiny armor, with a shatter rifle, lying on the ground. He crouched down on his toes and de-activated the tint on his helmet so that the person could see his face. His voice distorted by the helmet's rebreather, he inquired, "Are you okay? I don't usually see heavily armored people leaned up against trees for balance."

[member="Ora"]

 

[EmKay]

SIERON NOVATECH HEADQUARTERS // OBJECTIVE D​

[member="Marek Starchaser"]​

____________________​

​

Rilus heard the footfalls of dress shoes tap against the polished metal floor. Alongside that, he felt an odd wave of... something wash through his gut. An odd tingle he got with some people, but he always disregarded it as just an odd twitch. He came up from behind his desk with said glasses and a bottle, then stepped around the room toward the small table.

"Afternoon, mister Starchaser," he said as he set the items down on the table, "Have a seat."

He gestured toward the chair closest to the Foreman and waited. In a blend of politeness and paranoia based on his night job, he'd not sit himself first. Once Marek was seated, the discussions and/or drinking could begin.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Ground
Objective: Besh; killing Vong
Force: Redeemer Powered by Isotope-5 Reactor

In the fires again. At least this time I was closer to the ground, more personal with the crew, and more capable with the equipment. As much as I liked the massive metal monstrosity affectionately named the Mythosaur, a tank was better, so much better. It was more versatile and maneuverable. It was more capable and useful. It was smaller but still packed a wallop. And in this particular model rested an Isotope-5 Generator. One that ArmaTech hand spent great pains to produce in such quantities.

The vehicle rolled past a group of trees and into a clearing, near a waiting Yuuzhan Vong hold out encampment. "Hold here. Lets see if we can contact any other boots on the ground." I flipped on the comms and set a message out hoping to contact anyone nearby. @Aron Rodie may be around to provide some assistance, or vice versa. Either way, it was going to get interesting for these Vong.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Location: Cordel Investment and Finance
Objective: D (Get Novatech on side)
Allies: [member="Marek Starchaser"]
Enemies: Ethical Practice
[1/20]

Lucien looked over the Hypori skyline People would kill for this view, Lucien dearly hoped it wouldn't come to that, but well if it did he was a sith lord he was sure he could make any ... problems explode. Perhaps that was a touch dramatic, he bet he could fend off anyone trying to steal his view . He chuckled to himself , He felt rather relaxed here. The life of an investment banker was far less tense than the life of a politician in the fringe. People here only had one face they were either with the union, against the union or uninterested. It was nice not to have knives in his back anymore.

Lucien span around to face his desk again, It was time to make some money. He opened up his data pad it was time to make some investments in Novatech it seemed they were about to increase in value. He didn't want to let the price runaway with him so he had to go slow. This was the boring bit. he bought a small block of shares. then let it sit for a while as he made a memo instructing his investors to split one half investing in [member="Rilus Mercer Sieron"] competitors (If any where in existence) and the other to begin investing in raw material gatherers on Doldur. Then after buying another block Lucien drafted a message to Marek

Mr. Foreman

I am in the Process of investing in Mr. Sieron's company and a few others but I need some details to help me invest in the most profitable way. I need to know who he buys from and who his biggest competitor/s are.

I also need leave to do something slightly unethical , namely dump stock and threaten to dump stock in order to raise Novatech share price and lower raw material costs.

Regards

Lucien Cordel

 

[Corey's OOC]

Location: Snatch HQ
Objective: D
Allies: [member="Lucien Cordel"]
Enemies: Maybe [member="Rilus Mercer Sieron"] if he doesn’t play ball.

Marek was here and it was just really, a quick meeting, he was hoping. He had a few things to discuss with the CEO of this NovaTech company. He needed the company to fold into the Union and then he’d be able to make some more deals, and add another powerhouse of thinkers, albeit a small outfit, to the collective.

While he was in the lift, he had sent a message out to Cordel with the quick phrase. “Do it.”

He would need to keep Sieron talking a bit in order for the orders to be seen and the obvious decision made more obvious.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Sieron. Thank you.” He took the seat. “Lovely little world you’ve got here.”

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Ground
Objective: Killing Vong
Allies: [member="Aron Rodrie"]
[2/20]

"Fire Secondary Guns." I called and the pair of Autocannons on the vehicle opened up, firing a stream of 20mm rounds into the crab armored warriors from a kilometer away. From this distance the vehicle was safe from counter attack and could mow through great numbers, the slugs large enough to pierce the crab armor and cut down the vong. The molecular shields the vehicle had been upgraded with were still unnecessary at this range. The Vong wouldn't close to be able to fire back for several minutes.

"Keep up the pressure boys. We will have them down and out in no time. If the group up, hit them with the main gun." I called over the internal communication channel. It was good hard work keeping the guns loaded, keeping them aimed in the right direction, keeping them spraying bullets at Vong now running for cover as fast as they could as the autcannon rounds gunned them down. Once they took cover the 120mm cannon accelerated an explosive round at them sending the small cover a number of them crouched behind, and them flying. Such was the power of your average tank. This one had even further surprises. Its secondary weapon had yet to fire, the 75mm cannon lying in wait, its defenses including the Sundari Shotguns we had manufactured for the Myrkava and having a more advanced shielding system.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Location: Cordel Investment and Finance
Objective: D (Get Novatech on side)
Allies: [member="Marek Starchaser"]
Enemies: Ethical Practice
[2/20]

Leave from the foreman to act unethically now that was something. he could work with that . Lucien decided it was high time he descended into the bull pits. Below him were 20 over worked and underpaid investors hammering on keypads sending lucien's money on paper promises and that was just the way he liked it. His staff were all chasing the high life and that chase kept them competitive and when they were competing they were making him money.

" I want the investment stepped up , we need to be in a position to pull some punches with these various companies within the next few hours" He needed heavy voting power in order to have any real weight in the boardroom and voting power only came with shares. For now he could only stab in the dark but when business networks on Doldur could be clarified he would be able to begin the real task of forcing corporations to play ball.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: Ground
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Jerec Wraith"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Aron Rodrie"] [member="Ora"] [member="Orick T'ane"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="One-Two"] [member="Abraxas"] [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: Vong
Post: 3/20

Suddenly Commander Wraith dashed off into the thick marshes without her. What was he thinking, not staying together the way she had just instructed? Eight of her scouts had gone ahead of them to ferret out this pocket of Vong who were hiding, which now left Tmoxin alone with one squad of her Morpho Security Division. Another of her squads had gone off with the Force user. By the eternal core, I really hope he just has to relieve himself and he is on his way back, she thought.

The final squad had set up an area to take prisoners, but with Wraith absent, the Hapan officer made an executive decision:

“Dismantle those makeshift enclosures" she said. “We’re going to kill all of the Vong, and I’ll need your help too.” The Morpho Security Division did as instructed and followed Tmoxin back through the marshes. No survivors would be taken today.

On a whim, she had brought along her lightsaber. Now that she had fully come out of hiding and was living freely on Kamino, she had gotten bolder, not feeling the need to watch over her shoulder all the time. Perhaps there wasn’t even a need for the black mask? Her soldiers, however, would not know her as a Force user so she decided to only use the saber if their mission became one of suicide. She certainly wasn’t about to die out here in these gaseous marshes. Even rainy Kamino was better than the smell on Doldur.

“Commander Temi, calling for backup,” she said, through her helmet commlink. “Commander Wraith has gone MIA for the time being and I’m about to run into what I believe is a large amount of Vong hiding out in these marsh trees." She transmitted her coordinates and waited for a response. No sign of Jerec Wraith. She hoped he wasn’t going to attempt to fight all of those warmongering humanoids by himself.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Ground
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Enemies: Various Vong
[3/20]

The small group of Vong we had just ambushed were systematically and totally destroyed by the tank. The other two vehicles in the squadron pulled up alongside us, its commander's giving us a nod of approval, having preformed full spectrum sensor scans of the small encampment to confirm that the rogue vong were handled as well as they could be. These creatures understood little of the nature of war or the galaxy. Not because of the species, but because of their idealism. The methodical genocide of their presence on this world held numerous benefits. It culled the weak, removed rivals, and tested new and exciting equipment, produced by ArmaTech's own facilities. The generators were significantly more powerful, however this was for the most part lost on Mass Drivers.

"Sir, incoming communication." The driver said, the comm's buzzing for a moment. <"Commander Temi calling for backup,"> and that was all I needed to hear. An ally, a long standing ally at that, was in need of assistance and they were near enough that our three vehicles could respond within a few minutes. "Commander Vereen responding, Commander Temi." I called out over the comm channel. This could be good. She was always a good time to have around. "Pull us about boys, we're going to provide a little support to the Morpho kids." The vehicles turned and began trudging off through the grass and trees towards the distress call we had received.

 

[Orick T'ane]

Location: Landing Zone
Objective: Support the TU forces
Allies : [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Lord Tarantula"] [member="Abraxas"]
Enemies : Kriffing weird Vong
[4/20]


Orick watched at the his droid force moved forward, they were just outside of the engagement zone that most of the Union forces were currently in. He stood just off of the drop ship with Ana by his side as the force of droids and tanks marched to meet the vong. He was beginning to think that he had brought too much with him, but with the vong, if you didn't stamp them out fully, they would keep popping up.

"Commander Vereen, this is the Troublemaker, I have a sizable force of droid reinforcements to the north, you tell me where you need them and I'll get them there". He toggled off his cmns and locked the helmet tightly onto his head. He was wearing his Mandalorian battle armor today, mostly because he wanted to match Ana's armor. Seeing a pair of Mandolorian warriors leading a force of droids would hopefully dissuade and of the locals from bothering them while they dealt with the problem at hand. He glanced over at Ana and smiled under his helmet, this was one of the first times they had deployed into combat together and he was glad to have someone that he trusted by his side.

He grabbed his rifle and glanced at the two bodyguard droids, "Lets go meet the neighbors and see if they are willing to turn their music down." He started forward as the droid force began to spread out in his ordered skirmish formation

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Objective: C
Location: Construction site of Obsidian Spire
Allies: [member="Jennifer Blanchard"] [member="Darell Irani"]
Post: 4/20

The shuttle that Morgan and Darell Irani were currently on happened to be a fairly private one with tinted windows, only views screens to look out of, and a crew which they hadn’t even seen with their own eyes. An older model JV-Z1/D droid had offered them refreshments during the trip. Either Mr. Irani was getting more paranoid in his security procedures or there was a reason for all of this privacy.

Morgan quickly realized that all of this seclusion had nothing to do with cloak-and-dagger activity when the TU businessman responded to her question, by pulling the protocal droid down into the chair with him, her legs akimbo.

“Not now, Mr.Irani,” the HRD warned. “You have far too much on your schedule today for this.”

She could feel the ship coming in for a landing, yet Darell’s grip on her synthskin covered torso didn’t relax. She gave him another admonishing glance, but finally acquiesced with a gentle kiss to his lips. If she could guess what he wanted - which by now, Mr.Irani’s tastes were fairly predictable - she calculated that this would take them exactly seven minutes. With his hands, he guided her exactly where he wanted her to go, and she started the timer in her head, so that she made sure he wouldn’t miss his first appointment.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Location: Snatch HQ
Allies: [member="Lucien Cordel"], Capitalism
Enemies: Non-Capitalists, smelly vong, and pizza pockets that trick you into thinking they’re full of gooey goodness but its just a lot of air.
8/20

The thing with working so many different people, was you needed to worry about how to handle them all. And to make the right choices. The Techno Union was a numbers game, and for him? Marek was the type of person who had a guy for everything. That was why he was the Foreman, he made sure it all worked out. And putting Cordel to the test?

That was enough reason to let the man play how he wanted.

Marek gave him the start up, and was excited to see what kind of spin it put on things. He typed a message through his wrist-top datapad and sent it off. Letting Cordel know he was in a meeting and to keep him updated, but so long as nothing ill tracked back to the Union herself, get it done.