Junction The Entrallen Incursion | DE & Diarchy Junction of Baltizaar and Dantooine

[DARKNOR]

THE ENTRALLEN INCURSION

CONQUEST OF THE RIM STORY

THE DARK EMPIRE has ruthlessly set its sights upon the worlds of the Outer Rim in what it calls its, “Reconquest.” Echoing history eons before them, with the Empire slowly making moves to gain the spoils it sees as a birthright, imperial fleets are put into position on the edges of the HYDIAN WAY blocking crucial supply routes ensuring they have access to the riches entering through or out of the hyperlane leading out of CORSIN, yet this is not enough with the imperial gaze narrowing towards territories along the BRAXANT RUN. Worlds that carry the resources to feed an insatiable Imperial War Machine along with territory long thought to belong in Imperial hands.

The Imperial Ruling Council has decreed for further expansion towards the former Imperial worlds. ENTRALLA, an important system along the Hydian Way, is the first to be targeted, home to important supply routes, headquarters of the Guild of Merchants, most of all the primary target of KUAT-ENTRALLA DRIVE YARDS. A long standing Imperial benefactor, home to key imperial designs and materials to refit and resupply the Imperial Military after the first battles of the CORE WARS. The prosperous banking world of MUUNILINST is of great importance to the Imperials for the vast wealth needed to supply an ever consuming war economy

Unknown to the Dark Empire, a new power arises out of BASTION. Whispers of a DIARCHY emerge as a formidable force that will stop at nothing to defend its territory against any outsiders that dare threaten to claim what they view as rightfully theirs. This mysterious nation, creeping out of the edges of the Braxant Run, quickly proved themselves that the former Imperial territories are anything but empty. With aggressive imperial expansion on the horizon it’s clear that both galactic powers are now set to clash for control of the Rim.

Objective 1: Operation Entrallment (Fleeting/Starfighter Combat)

The Dark Empire has received intelligence reports that Entralla is barely defended, home to an imperial affiliated manufacturer with Kuat-Entralla the Imperials send a small force to intimidate the Entrallens and take control of the manufacturer and it's surrounding facilities.

However, the imperial intelligence is outdated as soon as they jump into the system, they quickly find that a new enemy has now moved in. Calling themselves the Diarchy, this new threat has quickly proven themselves to be hostile to the Imperials' encroachment upon their territory, territory that the Imperials view as a right of conquest.

Now, ships are locked on a collision course that will lead both sides to conflict. Can the Imperials win through space superiority, or will they be bested by a new enemy through space and the surrounding rings of Kuat-Entralla Drive Yards?

Objective 2: Fortune & Glory (Warposting/Dueling)

Muunilinst. A source of finance and culture in the galaxy, perhaps best known for the Muun Bankers and the Intergalactic Banking Clan is now firmly in the sights of the Imperial Ruling Council. Another Imperial force is dispatched to the city of Harnaidan through the planet’s Skyhook, in hopes of acquiring much needed income for the Imperial War Machine. Heavily hitting the financial district of the city, causing havoc. Several strike teams are dispatched to target several areas of the district with the primary goal of the Intergalactic Banking Clan Headquarters, forces are ordered to breach the facility, secure the area and persuade the banking clan members into a new deal that will benefit the Empire in its new expansion.

However, the strike teams are soon faced with a counter force throughout the city streets. Through the sounds of battle, the Imperials are met with resistance from Diarchy ground forces fighting tooth and nail all throughout the financial districts. Both sides are soon caught into a stalemate, unable to gain the advantage over the other.

The Imperials and Diarchy are now pressed to make one desperate gamble for control of Harnaidan and perhaps one of the important assets in the galaxy.

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[Odett Hallisk]

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Odett Hallisk leaned back in the chair as the windows of the InterGalactic Banking Clan Headquarters shook as the battle above Muunilinst was starting to take shape both on the surface and in the orbit of the planet. The planet was once known as the Financial Capital of the Galaxy with endless financial transactions but all of that was ground to a halt as the Diarchy and the Dark Empire clashed through the various city districts. ​

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The holographic display in front of him flickered, showcasing the real-time developments happening across the battlefield. "Such a costly endeavor - this could lead to a severe collapse in the stability of the Galactic Markets. We should alert the Chairman of the IGBC John Locke of this development." He murmured with a nasally tone of voice. The IGBC's primary goal was rooted in stability and profit, and war was an element that could disrupt the galactic economy which was still being rebuilt from the end of the Second Great Hyperspace War. ​

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"Status report," he commanded, tone shifting to a tone of authority. A young Muun aide quickly activated a secondary display that projected the financial ramifications of the ongoing battle. The numbers flickered rapidly, showing fluctuations in stock prices and trade routes already being impacted by the conflict.​

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"Trade routes to Muunilinst are becoming increasingly hazardous," the aide reported. "We may need to call in reinforcements from our financial backers."​

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Odett frowned, tapping his fingers against the surface of the desk. "Deploy the full might of the Collections & Security Division and ensure that our Banking Clan Orbital Platforms are firing on both of the enemy's starships in orbit."​

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Outside, explosions rocked the sky, the flashes of light appearing all across the office. They were unlikely to fend off both the Diarchy and the Dark Empire from a battlefield standpoint but they could slow them down enough in order to negotiate a peaceful settlement that would leave the Muun Financial System intact. ​

 

[Laphisto]

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Laphisto stood on the bridge of an Edaar class Star Destroyer MKII , hands clasped behind his back, his gaze fixed on the mesmerizing streaks of hyperspace. The deep hum of the ship's systems provided a steady backdrop to the silent anticipation that filled the bridge. Despite his relatively recent arrival in Diarchy space, Laphisto had already made it clear that he intended to be more than a passive observer. His presence was a promise of reinforcements, a testament to the enduring alliance between the Lilaste Order and the Diarchy.

Beside him, Commander Tarian stood in silent readiness, the faint reflection of the glassteel viewport illuminating his sharp features. Neither spoke as the minutes stretched on, the weight of their mission heavy in the air. Laphisto's demeanor exuded calm, but a sharp edge of determination underscored his every movement.

The sudden deceleration from hyperspace snapped the crew into action. The streaking lights outside condensed into the familiar pinpricks of distant stars, and the Diarchy system unfolded before them. Almost immediately, the rest of Laphisto's fleet exited hyperspace in perfect synchronization, their arrival punctuated by the faint vibration of a rogue asteroid brushing the hull—a reminder of the hazardous nature of this sector.

Laphisto had brought an impressive show of force: threeAir'mar MKII Heavy Cruiser's, a Rac'gir Carrier, ten Drak'iv Shield Popper frigate's, ten Drak'iv Assault Frigate's , and fifteen Dh'ivo Corvette's. and finallyy a single Trojan class frigate. The Lilaste Order's banner was more than represented—it was a declaration. For Laphisto, this wasn't just about offering support; it was a chance to solidify his reputation as a commander

"Pull the cruisers into a defensive delta-v formation," Laphisto ordered, his voice steady yet commanding. "Position them alongside the carrier and intersperse the Dh'ivo Corvettes between us and the cruisers. I want a defensive bubble—anti-starfighter stance. Prepare the Drak'ivs for immediate action. Shield Poppers ready to neutralize enemy shields, and Assault Frigates on standby to capitalize. The moment the enemy fleet reveals themselves, I want us ready to move."

The crew sprang into motion, Laphisto's commands flowing seamlessly through the chain of command. Tactical readouts blinked to life across the bridge, displaying the intricate dance of ships maneuvering into formation.

Laphisto turned slightly to Tarian, his golden eyes gleaming with determination. "Deploy a wing of Pheonix L-4 Interceptor's from the carrier. I want a vanguard in place to scout ahead and probe enemy positions. They are not to engage unless necessary."

Tarian nodded. "Understood, sir. Shall we activate our ECM suites to cloak our approach?"

Laphisto paused for a moment, considering the suggestion. "Not yet. Let them see us. Let them know we're here. I want them to feel the weight of what's coming."

As the fleet settled into its defensive posture, Laphisto took a final glance at the tactical displays. Each ship's position was meticulously arranged to balance offense and defense, an elegant blend of caution and readiness. He could feel the tension rising among the crew, but he welcomed it. They were not just here to assist the Diarchy—they were here to prove that the Lilaste Order was a force to be reckoned with.

"Prepare all stations for combat readiness," he added. "And relay a message to the Diarchy command—Lilaste reinforcements have arrived."

The bridge was alive with activity now, the hum of energy and anticipation palpable. Laphisto let a faint smile touch his lips. The battle ahead would not be easy, but he had no doubt they would rise to the occasion. The Lilaste Order was here, and they would show the galaxy the strength of their resolve.

[Open]

 

[Domaric Mordane]

Odett Hallisk | OPEN ​

The Imperius loomed above Muunilinst like a dark omen, its silhouette framed against the planet's pale atmosphere. Below, the financial heart of the galaxy, Harnaidan, was locked in chaos. Bright flashes of blaster fire and detonations lit up the city streets, while the sky burned with the remnants of shattered starfighters. The world of numbers and credits had become a theater of blood and ruin. Allegiant General Domaric Mordane stood at the helm of the command deck, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the holodisplays with cold precision. His expression betrayed neither frustration nor triumph. This was his element—war at its most calculated, where lives and resources were the currency traded for victory.

"Allegiant General," An officer said, striding forward and saluting sharply. His armor still bore the scuffs and carbon scoring of the earlier engagement. "The situation on the surface remains a stalemate. Diarchy forces have fortified key positions across the financial district. Our strike teams are advancing, but progress is costly. The IGBC Headquarters remains unreachable under heavy resistance."

Mordane turned slightly, his eyes narrowing at the Colonel. "A stalemate," he repeated, his voice even, yet carrying a razor's edge. "The Empire does not abide by stalemates. We advance, or we fail. There is no middle ground."

The Colonel hesitated. "The Collections & Security Division has deployed reinforcements. Their firepower is… considerable. Anti-air batteries are targeting our HALO teams before they reach the surface."

"Then we adapt," Mordane replied sharply. He moved to the center of the command deck, activating a display of Harnaidan's battle lines. His gloved finger traced a path through the cityscape, zeroing in on the IGBC Headquarters. "Their defense is built on delaying tactics, meant to disrupt and discourage. We will disrupt them instead. I will lead the next deployment."

A wave of stunned silence swept through the bridge. The Colonel's jaw tightened as he searched for the right words. "Sir, with all due respect, your presence is better suited here—"

"My presence," Mordane interrupted, his voice cutting through the room, "is best suited where the Empire's will falters. The Empire First, Colonel."

He straightened, his voice a firm echo: "Always First."

"Then ensure the men are reminded of it," Mordane said, already heading toward the drop bay. "Ready my Stormtroopers."

Moments later, the drop bay of the Imperius hummed with energy. Crimson lights bathed the Stormtroopers as they prepared for descent, their black armor gleaming with a menace that reflected their purpose. Mordane stood among them, a towering figure in his custom battle armor. His helmet, tucked under his arm, left his face exposed, and his expression radiated unyielding focus. He addressed his troops, his voice steady but forceful: "Muunilinst has thrived for centuries under the illusion of untouchable power. Its wealth is its shield, its arrogance, its armor. Today, we strip that armor away. We will descend into the heart of their bastion, and we will claim it—not for ourselves, but for the Empire."

"Let us show the Banking Clans and the Diarchy the resolve of the Empire," Mordane said, donning his helmet, its crimson visor igniting with a menacing glow. He turned to face the drop bay doors as they began to open, revealing the chaos of Muunilinst below. The rush of air roared like a beast, and the faint thuds of distant anti-air fire punctuated the void.

"Jump!" Mordane commanded, and he leapt into the abyss.

The wind howled around him, and his HUD came alive with tactical overlays. His descent was precise, controlled, each movement honed by years of discipline. Around him, Stormtroopers followed in flawless formation, their dark silhouettes slicing through the clouds. Below, Harnaidan's towers loomed larger, a battlefield of shattered wealth and burning ambition. Flak fire erupted around them, and Mordane twisted mid-air, avoiding a blast that tore through a nearby trooper's formation. He activated his repulsor pack moments before impact, landing in the plaza near the IGBC Headquarters with a force that cracked the duracrete beneath his boots. Around him, Stormtroopers landed in disciplined formation, weapons raised and ready.

"Secure the plaza," Mordane ordered over the comms. "Push forward. Show no mercy."

The Stormtroopers moved with lethal precision, their blaster fire carving through the defenders. Mordane strode at the forefront, blaster in hand, aiming with deadly purpose. He dispatched foes with calculated efficiency, each strike a testament to his mastery of combat. The streets of Harnaidan would not hold him back. The IGBC Headquarters would fall. And when it did, the Empire would tighten its grip on the galaxy's lifeblood. As the battle raged, Mordane's voice resonated through the comms, a rallying cry for his troops:

"Empire First."

And their thunderous response echoed through the chaos: "Always First!"

 

[Countess Anétresya]

The business woman had only travelled to Muunilinst to make some transactions. Now on one of the higher levels of the InterGalactic Banking Clan Headquarters, she watched as the chaos of battle ensued below and above. The large battlecruiser casting a massive shadow across the city. Rarely was she caught in the middle of one, choosing to steer clear from politics, but this would be interesting to watch play out.

“Countess, we need to evacuate out of the city as soon as possible.” Her secretary interrupted. There was an urgency in her words, but Anetresya remained calm and unfazed. “Who is fighting?” Instead she asked.

“Um, my intel says the Diarchy and the Dark Empire, my Lady.”

Interesting. Anetresya knew a few from the Diarchy, the new powers on Bastion. The Dark Empire was nothing new to her. Both powers leaning of the darkside. She wondered if her fellow sorcerer Diarch Rellik and her thrall Lyssara Thrynn was battling on the city below. It had been ages since she had been on a war front, but part of the old Sangnir was craving for that thrill again. Perhaps today would be the day.

“Thank you. You may leave. Or stay if you please. I think I will watch this play out.” She dismissed the twilek.

 

[Darth Moskvin]

FORTUNE & GLORY

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -​

Location: City Streets
Gear: Outfit : Lightsabers : Talisman : Ring : Trinket : Gems
Tags: Open


The galaxy was a continuous revolving door of war and aggression, a game played between two angst teens in the pursuit of dominance over the other: to the victor goes the spoils, to the defeated a painful reminder of failure. The planet, or planets, trapped in the web of these war games were forced to witness the horrors of war, death, genocide, and the new laws brought on by the conquerors. And at times, the planet's inhabitants were tossed into frenzied confusion, transformed from a life of comfort to one of brutal enslavement.

And as the storied history of the galaxy continued, once more the armies of two opposing forces stood opposite each other, ravaging the city as they crawled caustically toward one another, killing religiously along the way. Buildings, some reduced to smothering rubbles, stood barely erect in their wakes, bodies of the dead strewn across the battlefield like tiny dots that one could connect through a mental game of boredom. Some of the machines of war, once adding their fiery breathes to the cause, remained still, like metal coffins entombing the corpses inside, preserving their decaying flesh a little while longer.

However, like all great armies, the fear of a stalemate was a real threat; invisible battlelines drawn throwing the two advancing armies into a regulated form of trench warfare. A fight of inches....

I watched as the enemy took cover behind broken toys, rubble and debris, and occasionally fighting from inside ruined buildings; and who could find fault in their tactics, the fear of dying by the commands of a superior officer weighs heavy on the hearts and psyche of soldiers. They only have one death to give, and by assumption I could only imagine dying and festering away on a planet thousands of miles away from home, family, and friends is not ideal. But the fear of death is a curse, a menacing thought flying unconsolably in the minds of soldiers, making them weak and frail: regardless of their training.

But it wasn't just our opponents that resorted to less than tasteful tactics, the army I fought alongside was reciprocating the enemy's tactics, not out of fear of death or defeat, but by the incompetence of the military General in command. The short, pompous bushy eyed man refused to send his troops forward, citing many excuses to mask his ignorance of battlefield tactics. The fool failed to realize the fighting was in the city, between streets and buildings, not in some open field. He was the commanding officer, and I only led a small company; I may be many things but a military strategist I am not and thus I was tethered to his standing orders.

Whilst I stood there, chained to the order from a man I sorely wanted to murder and usurp his command, watching the body counts on both sides mount, teasing me with mental visions of extinguishing the lights of the living across the way in tortuous and horrifying methods, an underling brought to my attention of a small enemy attachment trying to flank us on the left. Brandishing my fangs, I gave the order for my company to break ranks, and slide into a converging point to intercept them. The prospect of murder caressed my dead, black heart and turning my frown into a sinister grin of madness. Today it seemed, was going to provide much needed relaxation.

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Muunilinst | Harnadian Financial District
Tags: Domaric Mordane Odett Hallisk @open

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The Reports from Muunilinst were troubling. Troubling enough that the Diarchy as a whole had mobilized to support. The advance team that the High Council had sent to secure the planet and force the IGBC into compliance with the Diarchy had reported initial resistance from the Muun security forces, but progress had been made. However, that had all gone to sideways with the arrival of the Dark Empire.

High Admiral Shan Pellian had given them a briefing on the Diarchy's closest neighbor and the potential clash over the system that could be coming, but it had escalated far quicker than the Diarch had anticipated. Luckily, Reign had been in a neighboring system seeing to some infrastructure upgrades so he was able to mobilize far quicker than the other members of the High Council.

The downside to this, was that he had only one battalion of his personal division and his praetorian guards with which to assist the beleaguered Diarchy forces planetside. The reports of a stalemate against the Imperial forces was unacceptable to the Diarch, the Diarchy was the epitome of efficiency and order, to be stymied by these relics of a bygone time had forced the Diarch's hand.

As the Diarchy drop ships sped through the ruined cityscape towards their forward lines, they came under fire. Not just from the Dark Empire but the local IGBC security forces as well. Performing a hot drop landing, the black and gold clad stormtroopers streamed out forming up in orderly rows in front of the Upsilon II Class/D Transport that had touched down in their midst.

The Commander of the advance force stood uneasily with his aides, for only high ranking members of the Diarchy had access to these shuttles. So it would not be an equal that would be descending the ramp. If the Commander had been more observant, he would have recognized the distinctive markings on the Stormtroopers.. signifying that the man now had one of the Diarchs, leaders of this nascent nation, on planet.

The sound of boots echoed down the ramp, before a tall, muscular man was seen his long blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, the black and gold of his outfit and cape a stark contrast to the grey buildings surrounding them. The man had an air of command about him, pulling the attention in as he descended. Eyes surveying the condition of their command center.

The Commander realized, perhaps a little too late who now stood in their midst, suddenly concerned, the man snapped to attention.
"My lord Diarch, the Imperial soldiers have flooded the city, couple that with the defense forces of the Inter-Galactic Banking Clan and all progress has ground to a standstill."

The Diarch looked down at the other man, a small smile on his face. He placed a hand on the Commander's shoulder and said "Fighting a three way battle is no easy feat commander, but, I am here now. Let us turn the tide and remove these relics of the past from Diarchy Space"

He began issuing commands to the soldiers present, who immediately set about expanding the Diarchy Zone of Control. Hoping to have sectors of the city under his control by the time the remainder of the Diarchy military machine arrived. Leading from the front, he cut down both black clad Dark Empire stormtroopers and IGBC security forces. Seeing what challenge from his enemies would rise to meet the formidable force user, and commander.

 

[Shan Pellian]

Location: Entralla | Bridge of the Dominion
Tags: Open to Objective One

The bridge of the Dominion was a cathedral of war, its vaulted ceilings and sleek consoles illuminated by the pale glow of tactical readouts. Officers moved with quiet precision, their faces grim and resolute under the weight of their duty. At the center of it all stood High Admiral Shan Pellian, his figure clad in the deep black of a Diarchy officer's uniform, the golden shoulder pads gleaming like twin suns.

Before him, the vast viewport displayed a galaxy poised for conflict. The Diarchy Navy emerged from hyperspace in disciplined waves, their warships forming an unyielding wall of durasteel and firepower. Against this tide, the enemy fleet loomed on the far side of the system, their ships angular and jagged, bristling with weapons. Below, the planet Entralla, a verdant, industrialized world of economic and strategic importance, flared with activity. Its planetary defenses came alive, surface batteries and orbital platforms locking onto both fleets as local forces scrambled to intercept the twin threats.

Shan's gaze swept across the tableau of chaos. His pale blue eyes, as sharp and cold as a winter storm, absorbed the movements of the enemy ships, the jittery alignments of Entralla's defensive lines, and the disciplined advance of his own fleet.

"Entralla," he said, his voice low but heavy with meaning, "a bastion of money, pride and defiance. They would rather die than kneel. And so they shall."

The officers nearest him stilled, their expressions tight as they registered his words. Even in the presence of Shan Pellian, the grim voice of the Diarchy's will, there was always a moment of pause, an acknowledgment of the gravity of his convictions.

A communications officer approached, saluting sharply. "High Admiral, the First and Second Battlegroups have entered the system. Awaiting your orders to form the spearhead."

Shan did not respond immediately. Instead, he gestured toward the communications console. "Open a channel. Both enemy fleets. Wide broadcast."

The officer hesitated only briefly before nodding. A low chime sounded, signaling the channel was live. Across the system, to the ears of both Entralla's defenders and their rival fleet, the cold, unyielding voice of the Diarchy's High Admiral rang out:

"To the commanders of the enemy fleets and the defenders of Entralla: I am High Admiral Shan Pellian of the Diarchy Navy. You face the might of the Diarchy, the heralds of the Final War. You are offered a single chance to surrender. Lay down your arms and submit, and you will be treated with honor. Refuse and face the wrath of the Diarchy. Out of kindness I offer you this one warning, this singular chance of survival. There will be no others."

The weight of the ultimatum settled over the system like a shroud. Entralla's defenders continued to mobilize, their response defiant and the enemy fleet continued to enter the system. So be it.

"End transmission," Shan ordered.

The channel closed, and the bridge returned to its quiet hum of activity. Shan turned back to the viewport, his hands clasped behind his back. He observed as Entralla's defensive batteries pivoted between the Diarchy fleet and the enemy ships, caught between two storms.

"It is a delicate dance," he said, almost to himself. "Three forces converging, each vying for survival, each bound by pride." He paused, his gaze sharpening. "But in the end, only one will remain."

"Your orders, sir?" the communications officer asked, their voice tight with anticipation.

Shan's lips curved into the faintest of smiles, a ghost of an expression that carried no warmth. "Signal the fleet. Begin full deployment. Let them see the will of the Diarchy forged in fire and iron. Entralla will learn that defiance is but a fleeting shadow before the dawn. We will deal with them, and then the Dark Empire."

The order rippled through the fleet, and within moments, the Dominion led the charge. Warships advanced in perfect formation, their weapons charging and shields roaring to life. The Diarchy formation divided into two formations, the Dominion holding the center between the two expanding wings of the advancing Diarchy assault.

As the battle began, Shan remained motionless at the viewport, his expression unchanging. This was the first test of the Final War, a crucible in which the weak would burn away, leaving only the worthy.

"My Lords Reign and Rellik," he whispered, his voice as steady as the Dominion herself. "Today, we take the first true step toward peace... by wading through the fires of war. In your name, let the Final War begin."

Below, Entralla burned with defiance, but Shan Pellian knew that in time, its flames would be extinguished. Victory was inevitable. For the Diarchy, for the Final War, and for the vision of Eternal Peace.

Spoiler: Diarchy Naval Contingent, Shan Pellian

Unique Ship, the Dominion [X]
Four Barragan Class Ships [X]
Six Sunderer Class Ships [X]
Six Castor I Class Ships [X]
Four Szayel Class Ships [X]
Twenty Javelin Class Ships [X]

 

[Tertius C. Nargath]

Four Szayel-class Cruisers bearing the emblem of the N&Z Umbrella Corporation managed to slip through the net of the invading forces, the entire sector was in essence aflame and though the cruisers managed to reach their destination, they did not do so unharmed, as at least one of them would not have been capable of rising up again after it had made a rough landing on Muunislist's soil. Still, the fact that these cruisers managed to breach the Imperial forces within the system was already a miracle in and of itself.

Still, with at least one of these cruisers not just bearing the emblem of the infamous corporation, but also the House Sigil of the Nargath Family, the Marquis of Valkan on Eriadu, it was abundantly clear that the one in charge of this landing party was fervently attempting to support the defense and possible counterattack on the planet.

While the N&Z had been denied entry into the IGBC like so many others due to those in charge at the time of the request making ridiculous demands, the current chairman of the N&Z corporation knew well enough that the IGBC falling into the inept and financially incompetent hands of the Dark Empire could become a catastrophic blow within the markets all across the Galaxy, since it would mean many of the governments would become insolvent if their loans are in the hands of a single faction, many corporations tied to the IGBC would either lose enough capital to collapse or be consumed into the Dark Empire's own warmachine itself. While getting rid of a few competing companies was one thing, a possible collapse of the Trade Federation or at least a major setback with long lasting ramifications would inevitably also hurt the N&Z... which made this all the more of a problem.

With the cruiser's hulls opening, a full legion of Valkan Guards was walking down the ramp of the clearly marked ship, followed by their Master; Tertius himself. At the same time, the three other ships would be unloading several companies of Arbalesk Droids clearly focusing on the high possibility of urban warfare, but also several Ceres type droid companies with four Maw 1 walkers in tow for each company, totalling at sixteen of these.

"Have the Maw's aim at the lower financial districts, shell the Imperial forces with incendiary ammunition," While he was by no means a learned general or admiral of any sort, the Marquis of Valkan was an Eriaduan and though he could not fulfill his family's tradition of serving in the planetary defense forces, he still had been through the classes on the military academy that required brain rather than brawn. "Patch me through with the planetary defenses, the Trade Federation isn't going to lay down like a cowardly dog... there's too much at stake for their own good anyway."

"Trade Federation Representatives, Here speaks the Marquis of Valkan, Chairman of the N&Z Umbrella Corporation; Tertius Nargath," Attempting to make sure that those hearing his call would respond, Tertius gave them both his personal and corporate position. "I need guidance on the topography and a set of eyes from the skies... I request to have real time scans of the capital."

TAG: Odett Hallisk | OPEN

 

[Odett Hallisk]

/:/ Tag: Tertius C. Nargath Domaric Mordane Diarch Reign
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Odett looked down at the holographic map with a degree of caution, noting that the Dark Empire was deploying considerable military resources to luanch an invasion of the Banking Sector, despite being at war with the Galactic Alliance in the conflict known across the galaxy as the 'Core War'. ​

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It seemed that both of the invading forces were closing in around the IGBC Headquarters even with the stiff resistance of the Collections & Security Division as an entire stormtrooper legion under the command of Domaric Mordane made landfall despite the anti-air firepower and were advancing through one of the numerous plazas, and Diarch Reign was making swift progress through the commercial districts. ​

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"Deputy Director Hallisk we are slowly losing ground on both fronts of the battlefield. What do you recommend" Came the paniced voice of a lower-level Muun Officer within the Collections Division as they hologramed in from the battlefield nearby. It was not hard to miss the sound of explosions and blasterfire happening nearby. ​

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Odett grimaced at the worsening situation ​

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"Redouble our efforts to establish a defensive line within the Financial Centers, the securing of our datavaults is the most important objective beyond our Headquarters. Begin bombardment with the Harnaidan Defensive Cannon on any walkers or vehicles within the city-limits." they explained to the Command Center while dragging a finger on the holographic map to the advancing enemy. If they could not stop the invasion of the planet then they would begin transferring and evacuating their credits from the vaults. ​

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He clicked the panic button underneath of the desk, as numerous AR-S Siege Battle Droids would emerge from the depths of the Headquarters. These twenty-feet tall droids were extremely formidable with a variety of different weapons to use against enemy fortifications. Another alert came in from the holographic table, as Tertius C. Nargath 's message was played to him. ​

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It caused him to adopt a fake smile in response, "We understand your request and must respectfully decline unless we are assured that our Headquarters will remain undamaged during the conflict. Although we will send you our battle reports so that the Dark Empire can be countered in the city-districts nearby your positions." he responded. ​

 

[Antipater]

Lieutenant Startop was an old hand. Perhaps even ancient, and yet only a lieutenant. Startop's lack of advancement in so many years was, perhaps, egregious… But his original employer had decided he was quite fine in his present role. Antipater was inclined to agree. The sallow, sour human cyborg seemed to only limp along like an old lapdog after Antipater, shuffling datapads as he went. "The projections aren't favorable."

"Very little has changed in that regard," Antipater might have sighed if his anatomy allowed for it.

There was a soft explosion. Somewhere remote from where the two were walking. The corvette they were on was an experimental stealth craft – specialized for clandestine tactical insertions. They would not be directly targeted by the orbital defenses, but in the midst of battle there would always be strays. Strays had to end up somewhere. Just like old Startop.

The pair of them wound their way through the vessel's pristine and utterly sterile white halls. At one point a service droid floated by without acknowledging either of them. Startop was only one of a few entities on board this vessel and perhaps the only one with a pulse. The first years had not been easy. One never gets fully acclimated… But eventually it becomes less outwardly intolerable.

Startop swallowed hard and wheezed airily through his mouthpiece. Anxiety. "Are we withdrawing?"

"No. You will remain here to record and analyze Diarchy tactics. As for myself…"

Their destination, as it turned out, was the drop pod bay. There were only a dozen. Sealed caskets of a duranium composite alloy. Absurdly durable, and for good reason: they existed only to be flung and crashed. Being led here was a poor omen. Startop felt it on an instinctual level. He felt it even more strongly when Antipater approached one of the pods.

"…I have decided to attend the battle personally."

Startop made a noise like clearing his throat, layered with mechanical distortion. "Is that prudent? With all due respect, you're hardly a combat droid."

Antipater reached for the wall, and pulled down what Startop observed was a rather long data cable. The droid-moff slotted it into a port at the back of his skull with a satisfying click.

"Not presently."

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Antipater saw nothing. There were no viewports on these drop pods. As novel as that might be, even the hardiest glasteel could not compare to an actual metal alloy. That would have been a structural weakness that could be ill-afforded for such dangerous work.

Oh, but he felt plenty. He felt the initial jolt when entering the atmosphere. He felt the pod's thrusters kick on and off to adjust his course. He felt the soft thumps of anti-air defenses against the hull as Harnaidan's defenders took note.

At last he felt his pod impact the surface structure of the Banking Clan's headquarters. It tore through the fanciful embellishments and the permacrete and mangled durasteel support beams before finally crashing into the lobby with apocalyptic force, cratering the polished floors and shattering the towering glass windows.

Antipater was nonplussed. He would be fine, even if this vessel wouldn't. Apparently this would one day be the work of stormtroopers. A laughable waste of organic life. They did not have backups. They did not have cloud storage. Like every other job in this galaxy, it was better left to droids. He counted the subsequent impacts. One. Two. Three. Four. Then only the pattering of light debris still falling.

The door to his pod jammed and Antipater was forced to tear it off its hinges, flinging the thing a few feet into the wrecked atrium. Such strength. He inspected his hand and closed it into a fist. Oh, yes... He could get used to a form such as this. Antipater exited the pod, and observed that the other darktroopers were exiting theirs in much the same fashion. More than enough for his purpose.

He scanned the lobby. Muuns. Even in this disarray, their architecture conveyed a pompous and aristocratic beauty. Well-deserved, but without practical use. "Locate an access port," he ordered. "Find me the Deputy Director."

Antipater yanked a heavy blaster cannon from the restraints in his pod. He had hoped to land directly in Hallisk's office - turning the Deputy Director instantaneously into a fine paste - but he could settle with landing in the same building and carrying out the rest himself.

Some things required a personal touch.

Attn: Odett Hallisk​

 

[Darth Nathrax]

Muunilinst, a planet of such decadent wealth that even the lowest city streets were encrusted with fineries. It leads one to wonder what kind of people call such a place home, and what good it would do to bomb it to smithereens. Regardless, Nathrax had been ordered to hold the line against the Dark Empire's incursion, and that was exactly what he would do, even to the last man! Something that was becoming more and more likely by the moment!

While Diarchy forces were landing at a nearby LZ, Darth Nathrax was heading up the defense in the capital square. He was being bombarded by enemy forces, and having to defend against wave after wave of troops! By now the emplaced weapons around the perimeter were cluttering their own firing arcs with mangled walkers and dead troops. Normally this would be a rapturous moment for the bloodthirsty Sith, not so now. The Empire had the manpower to throw at these emplacements, overwhelming them with numbers, while the Diarchy had to conserve every last canister of tibanna.

"Blasted mongrels! They intend to starve us out! Probing us and whittling us down to the last! Well, I do not intend to be taken alive, not by these imperials! Men! During the next lull in the fighting, we go over the top! Emplacements be damned, we shall make a breakthrough at the forward intersection, and bring hell behind enemy lines!"

Nathrax would bark orders at the men on the other end of his command, the words working there way from the field marshal, on down to the meagerest of soldiers. Soon, there was the predicted interruption in artillery fire. Without any hesitation, Nathrax ignited his lightsaber, calling for the charge of his men.

Their aim was simple, an infantry push into the enemies weakened defenses to cause a breakthrough, then they would head for the Dark Empire's artillery emplacements. With any luck, they would catch the big guns out of position, and be able to deal a swift blow to the enemy's overwhelming firepower!

As he cut down trooper after trooper, he could sense something. A predatory entity steeped in the dark side of the force. Darth Moskvin was a creature unknown to Nathrax, but he could sense her power just as she could no doubt sense his. Was she the one commanding this slaughter, if so, he was intrigued...

Mayhaps they were one and the same? Beings that relished in blood and slaughter, bound to military command to slake their own unnatural hungers!

Tags: Open!

 

[Zara Saga]

OBJ 2 - Disrupt Supply Lines/Chaos
Tags: Lyssara Thrynn​

The neon signs of Harnaidan blurred into streaks of vibrant colour as Zara moved through the shadowed alleys. The pulse of the city, once a symphony of commerce, was now a rhythm of blaster fire and panicked shouts. She moved with a predator's grace, her dark clothing blending seamlessly with the deep shadows cast by the towering financial structures. The metallic feeling of her lightsabers, hidden beneath her cloak, was the only comfort in this chaos.

Zara, a student of the Crucible of Order on Bastion, felt the familiar pull of the dark side in this moment of conflict. It was a hunger, a burning need to disrupt, to unravel the carefully constructed order the Empire sought to impose on this world. The Muun bankers and their sterile order had never held her respect, but the cold cruelty of this Dark Empire was a sickness she could not abide. The Diarchy, with its own complexities, still represented a shield against such tyranny.

She wasn't here for order or ideals. She was here to dismantle.

Zara's focus was sharp. Every sound was a clue, every shadow a potential hiding spot for Imperial patrols. Her mission was simple, yet crucial: disrupt. The flow of Imperial resources were the lifeblood of their war machine, and by attacking the supply chain she could stifle the empire's grip on Harnaidan. Her first target wasn't a platoon of stormtroopers; it wasn't a formidable tank, it was the seemingly innocuous things that kept them running. The supply routes, the logistics hubs, the mundane things that the Empire would deem unimportant, that's where her power lay.

She could feel the presence of the Imperial garrison, a thick energy pressing down on the city, but she wasn't afraid. Fear was a weakness, and Zara had learned long ago to channel it into a cold, calculating aggression. Her hand tightened around the hilts of her lightsabers, the dark side whispering promises of destruction and control.

Tonight, Harnaidan would learn that even an empire could bleed, one severed artery at a time. And Zara was about to make the first incision.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

MUUNILINST

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"....risks include a complete takeover of the Sith Order by the Galactic Alliance. Not that your company would go belly-up, Mister Dashiell, but facilities could be damaged or disrupted and profits could fall as a result."

Judah tried not to snort with laughter. His work in the Commonwealth - a small autonomous region in the Sith Order - and the Sith Order itself, was quite safe. The Commonwealth had been eager to see his ideas on renewable energy. It was a surprise to him that the environment was such a big concern for a group of people who, if propaganda was to be believe, were mindless killers. Doors were open for business in the area and he was here seeking capital.

"There's risk in every corner of this galaxy. I have extensive insurance for all of my facilities, vessels, equipment, workers...you name it, Miss Wosi. I don't pay an arm and a leg for nothing. I believe my assistant Mister Fenor sent over every piece of information you need in regards to the protections. Now if we can proceed to the long term business plan..."

Commotion in the hall. A security droid burst in. The planet was under attack, the financial district needed to be evacuated immediately. Distantly he heard an explosion.

"Let us get moving, Miss Wosi. Looks like the war of the week has arrived on your doorstep."

Tags : Countess Anétresya | OPEN ​