Public The Empire Burns! Long live the Empire!

[Vyllia Santhe]

Objective: Survive, escape
Location: Santhe-Sienar HQ, Lianna
Outfit: business suit
Tag: Maldor Mecetti

Seeing the smile on Maldor's face when he arrived at Vyllia's "hiding spot", gave the blue haired woman all the courage that she needed to take his hand and be whisked away to the safety of her savior's ship. She held tightly to the offered hand, even when they were safely inside.

When her partner expressed that he had a plan for getting away, Vyllia cocked an eyebrow and gave a knowing smile. She would be more than happy to hear his plans for what would come next for them, and she was eager to be more constantly at his side.

The terrifying Force event made Vyllia's grasp on Maldor's hand tighten, but it was soon apparent that the Force Storm would not affect their escape. If they could avoid the shots that suddenly came from the rioters they would make it off the planet just fine. She frowned and silently thanked the crew of the ship that allowed that to happen.

His gaze and voice helped Vyllia to focus. She did not need to be told that the Empire was no more, the riots might have caught her in a bad place, but it was not something that preparation hadn't already started for. It merely arrived a few days too early.

"I hadn't thought that I would need to completely flee Lianna, but I knew business was about to get very difficult. I am eager to hear any plan that has us surviving together," Vyllia purred leaning in towards Maldor, even as a trooper approached with medical aid. Vyllia nodded her thanks after the spray was applied. She would finish whatever else's might be required.

"We have belonged to each other since that first dance," Vyllia agreed with Maldor's sentiment in a soft tone. "For us that has merely looked like something different than others inside the Empire…without the Empire…"

She tilted her head to the side in curiosity as he reached for his weapon. She was no engineer, but being in her family business she knew about the workings of "normal" weapons. Those of Force users however were something she thought special, and never delved into their secret constructs. She knew about Kyber crystals of course, but she smiled broadly at the beauty of the gem that Maldor presented to her. "I accept this crystal of your life only on the condition that it does not leave you unprotected. And that you know if this is needed to keep our new life together going strong all you need do is ask and it shall be returned." Vyllia was not fool enough to think that Kyber crystals could not be exchanged in light-weapons, but she wanted to be clear that while appreciating the gift's meaning she would not sacrifice him for a token of his love.

"With our love for each other guiding our strengths this new house will flourish greater than the sum of its parts. Santhe and Mecetti as one. Taking the galaxy by storm."

 

[Vilissa Pormenn]

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Objective: Secure information
Sub Objective: Escape
Tags: Cerria Desyk |


The staff tried to leave but couldn't due to the situation in the streets & skies. They walked back in while Vilissa got her reply

"I can't do that Madam Director, most of us have families here and even if we can't save the Empire, or even the city, this is what we signed up for and we won't be abandoning our posts." Cerria responded, using Vilissa's title as a way to convey respect.

The reply didn't take long, and they were right. So much space was gone securing useful data... and data as a bargaining chip against others.
She thought for a moment of what to do, her own staff couldn't reach their loved ones either. Hmmm... how to help. Ah I got it! Use what we have.

Turning to the others in the room "Alright everyone. The Empire is no more, but we can do things to restore order. I want Teams Red and Blue to begin leveraging our data to get compliance from some of these wannabe pirates. Team White and Gold, See what power nodes and security infrastructure we have access to and can seize, especially the surveillance program. Shut the security door behind us to keep others out. Let's move!"

What do you do when you are technically an inquisitor from the Aculia Voland days that was part of the NISB... Have a medallion that hides it from your peers, and have a tech division... you leverage what you have.

It was a few minutes from the first message before opening the comms to Cerria Desyk again "Sorry for my delayed reply Col. Desyk. You are right. But I can offer what I have to help. If you change antenna secondary comms to CI-638A-23C Your unit will have access to our data net. My teams are currently taking over what we can for digital eyes and ears. Might be able to get you some drone air support."

Not far away from Col. Desyk the PA system was taken over by Team White along with the local automated security by Team Gold. The system blares out "Rioters! Stand down and head home. This is your only warning!" with that they turrets nearby drop down out of heir concealed spots and fire warning shots.

Their growing web by the minute pings on dozens of riot hot spots, including near Pel Grennin 's location at the zoo.

 

[Lady Varokscar]

For The Empire

"I would rather die a meaningful death than to live a meaningless life."
- Corazon Aquino -


Location: Lianna
Gear: In Sig
Tags: Open​

Theme: December I Static X​

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The situated, that had settled some, began to take a turn for the worse. Like spider-roaches, more and more dissidents manifested almost from thin air, pitting myself and Mysty in fight we both needed. Rarely these days do I get the opportunity to stretch my legs, and with a grinning smile I accepted the challenge wholeheartedly. With a nod to Mysty, my wolf droid companion shrieked her computerized howl and charged into the fray; attacking anyone foolishness to get caught in her warpath. I love that girl.

With Mysty engaged with her fleshy toys, it was my turn to rifle through the toy box in search of playthings, and it didn't take long to find a few raggedy dolls to mishandle and break. Masterfully I wielded my lightsaber, striking down those caught in my crosshairs, leaving none to live; and in between a short pause in the action, I placed a hand on the face of a wounded rioter; feasting from him the Living Force before cutting the traitor down.

Shortly after the small incursion, reinforcements from landing troop transports arrived, adding their muscle and strengths to repel the last of the nonconformists, but this was only a small victory. The commander of the troop reinforcements brought grim news with him that this situation was happening all over the city. This was turning into a high scale revolt, and before it could spread through the rest of the former Empire's territories; it needed to be quelled, and examples made of those that led this unforgiveable act.

"Commander, I want a four-block directional perimeter set up, with this becoming our LZ and fallback spot," I ordered quickly and passionately. "Once that is accomplished, send squads and companies beyond the perimeter with the sole purpose of taking back the city one block at a time. And no prisoners, slaughter all that oppose us." Examples needed to be made.

 

[Pel Grennin]

The Stormtrooper Sergeant caught Pel's attention, "Sir, the situation is starting to get out of hand. We've got a large crowd building up at the front gates. I've had to call off our own operations to keep the menagerie secured."

So the Stormtroopers had to give up on their own looking. Pel sighed; he knew this was inevitable, but that didn't mean he hadn't hoped it could be avoided. Perhaps hope was the wrong word - Desired? Either way, this was hardly a desirable outcome, "Very well. Bawrad, Novik, go to the front gate. I will join you momentarily."

Bawrad was always reluctant to leave his father's side, while Novik was perpetually curious about what was next. He had such dutiful children, really. He appreciated their diligence and loyalty. At the Menagerie's office, Pel went to the communication hub, where he'd had one of the Stormtroopers modifying the equipment for his purposes.

"Do you have someone in mind?" the Stormtrooper asked.

"I do, actually. I hadn't quite expected to be hiring them under these circumstances, but here we are..." Pel said. He adjusted the frequencies and directed it at a particular ship.

"Hello, erm, Captain. I am Dessico - I had contacted you about some possible work, and I'd hoped we'd be speaking soon enough, but it would seem that my contract for you has changed somewhat. I am located at the Imperial Menagerie, and I require an extraction. That would be simple enough were it not for the fact that I also need your help to extract the menagerie itself. I have considerable investments here, and cannot afford to leave them behind. If you require payment on hand, I can offer you some of the creatures themselves. If you are satisfied with later payment, I have pharmaceutical assets that I can have delivered to you which would be much easier for you to move. Either way, I am willing and able to pay. Your main vessel is certainly inadequate for this task, but I'm sure you'll be able to manage. My offer expires before sunrise, at which point I'll have no choice but to seek alternatives."

With the message sent, Pel strode towards the front gate, where, indeed, the crowd had gotten fairly large, and was starting to notice the zoo's activity. The Stormtroopers had set up turrets, but only behind the front gates; the mob would quickly overrun those.

"What are your orders, sir?" asked the Stormtrooper Sergeant.

"We will handle this," Pel assured him, standing next to his children.

"What do you have in mind?" Novik asked.

"What is it that motivates an angry, riotous mob?" Pel said. Bawrad sighed; another lesson of questions and answers.

"Anger?" Bawrad replied, going for the simple answer. He usually did this, understanding that it was rarely the right one. Pel was sure he had other ideas, but he was not one to bypass a simple opportunity. Pel looked to Novik for a response.

"Panic. This isn't organized. It's spontaneous, a response to the crisis," Novik said.

"Precisely. This? This is a whim. They are taking whatever they think is valuable. Grabbing at the easiest things. Look at what they're faced with - Stormtroopers. Turrets. We'll get out the Rancors here in a moment, if only to make a point. There is no reasoning with the crowd. No directing or containing it. It's a fire. And the fuel is the loot they think they can get away with. We will turn that panic against them. Like a mind trick. We won't need much. We just need to get it all started. Hold out your hands, and concentrate on the crowd - those whose fear is most at the surface. Those who covet what others have already stolen. The ones at the front, who would be gunned down first, as well. Sergeant, open the gates."

"Sir?"

"Go on. It's all in hand," Pel assured him. The Sergeant gave the nod to the gate operator, who hesitated, but obeyed. The three Duros held out their hands and concentrated, feeling the anger and fear of the crowd.

Bawrad confronted the ones in the front first. These were the boldest, but not necessarily the bravest. They took steps towards rushing, but quickly gave pause at the sight of the turrets...And three Duros, each armed with unlit Lightsabers. Was this really worth it?

Novik scanned the crowd for the most covetous. The ones who wanted to grab something and go. The sneaky and underhanded. They had their eyes on someone else's gains. Why not take it? Why risk one's life for mere things?

Pel found the ringleaders, the ones who would shout and point. Some provided a kind of organization, others were just directing a flood because they were the toughest. Their egos guided them, and there were those who were not obeying. They needed to be made an example of.

"Hey - Who just grabbed that box?"

"What are you doing?" "No way am I charging that!"

"Get back here! Give me that!"

On the edges, confusion. The newcomers, or the ones returning from hiding their hauls, could not see what was going on. Someone was giving them orders, but they didn't understand them. Someone told them off. It wasn't taken well.

A punch was thrown. There was blood on the ground.

Shouts. Anger. Confusion.

Within moments, the crowd went from looting and destroying to turning on each other as tempers flared and the panic was turned against them.

Bawrad and Novik stumbled, the feat having been far beyond what they normally would have ever attempted. Pel caught their arms, and helped them stay up.

"There we go. Excellent work, both of you. Sergeant, you may close the gate. That should keep our petitioners at bay for a while, and certainly will thin their numbers. Keep up the good work. All right, let's get you two some water."