The Imperial Downfall~CIS Dominion of Kamino

[Malok]

As always, his concern was always Her.

She was first in his mind. Above the cacophany of battle, he stood as a man clutching what was most precious. Fire stood before the alabaster woman, and thus his icy grasp brought her form closer - as if to shield her from the heat. Ever expanding was the pyre. Ever expanding was the threat. The tremendous beat of his wings, empowered by telekinetic might shrieked forth in response. By this feat, the inferno was washed away - and in its wake was more.

Words. The objective. There was almost lost upon the Wraith, as starlit eyes danced from face to face. The first suggested an end to the conflict. The second raised a hand against the Exarch. The third followed suit. Darkness against his Darkness. A ravenous sensation befell the Sith - a tug upon the existence of his wrath. Heat arched against him, lightning crashing across the expanse.

The Wraith embraced her with his wings. His fury devoted foremost to protect. The energies wormed about her as a cocoon, weathering the storm whilst the the electricity collided. She would feel no harm. Know no sting. Yet the Wraith would bear it all. The storm was not enough to fell it alone - but the siphon. From a Galaxy away, the Sith grit his teeth.

If it were him there, he could fight. If it were him, physically, maintaining the connection, he would have eagerly fed the hunger for longer. Happily kept up the fight. Happily forced his wrath down the gullet of his adversaries. But in this, he could not. He could not risk her wellbeing. Never risk a hair upon her head. Time was not his ally. Through her, he could feed the siphon his own power - stave away the hunger for a moment. Try to end this before succumbing her to vulnerability.

For just a moment, Darth Metus felt all that power meaning nothing.

”You have what we require.” came the thunderous baritone of his voice. ”This does not have to end in blood.”

His teeth were grinding against themselves now.

”This nation, the Confederacy, is mine. End this, provide us what we seek, and you will know no harm.”

He didn’t have many other cards to play. Not yet.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Objective 2
Location: Research Facility
Tags: [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Treiades Rhoujen"]
Post 7

Even with her face obscured in body adorned in garments design to protect, Anesia Jy'Vun was familiar enough to Aiden for even the slightest mannerism to be recognizable. As she began to speak into his mind, the Sith Lord's nostrils flared ever so briefly out of amusement absent anything funny. Anesia had always been so...expressive even in her brevity. The deceptively saccharine tone of her voice always seemed to come from a tongue constantly trying to weave some ridiculous portrait.

Aiden had always seen it as a waste of time, but he was not prone to such seductive pursuits as his female contemporary. Aiden's burning gaze shifted once more to the movements of the Wraith some fifteen to twenty feet from his location. It seemed to be moving to...protect the woman from whence it originated. A brief brow arched mostly out of pure, morbid curiosity before his head turned to regard the Sith Master in front of him.

The larger Sith had already asked once and in a manner that was characteristically unusual for him. Instinctively, Aiden clenched and relaxed his fists, tendrils of purple-white lightning crackling very briefly around his knuckles. The action was neither for show nor as a sign of impending aggression. In fact it was merely a method that he utilized to dissipate energy in situations that threatened to extract his darker nature. Now was not the time for such, and it was not the woman before him that threatened to release the depth of his ire. In fact it wasn't any one person in his immediate vicinity.

Finesse had its place, its moments. The time and place for such a thing, however, was not now nor had it ever been in his estimation...anywhere on the planet of Kamino.

After closing whatever distance remained between him and the Naboo native, Aiden's deep voice rumbled forward to Anesia once more in ignorance of the other voice that filled the area from afar. "I really do not want to repeat myself."

She above all others present...would know that it wasn't his thing.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Kamino​

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VSS Revanche​

Victorian 4th Fleet​

[member="AR-G002"] | [member="Caid Centurion"] | [member="Eternal Avarice"]​

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"Clear." Major Otrera called over communications as what had been left of their second objective detonated. "Moving to extraction."

Victorian Marines had completed their task and rushed along the outside of the datacenter. Darkened clouds swarmed their area as a torrential downpour opened up above them. The data captured would surely aid [member="Taeli Raaf"] with her Spaarti Cloning in one form or another. The transports moved quickly to the extraction doors opened on either side as the marines scrambled into them. With luck the Confederacy would only think that the Galactic Empire nuked their own center, at worst they may presume the First Order had arrived. Otherwise their game was up, but that was for later. For now they sought only to return to the fleet and head back to Wrea unharmed, the Major was the last to board the transport.

Mission complete, no casualities.

Commodore Walzer now waited them on the otherside of the system with the Victorian 4th Fleet.

He watched with awe as the Confederacy did away with what had been left of the Galactic Empire.

"What a waste," he commented, "and let it be their waste not ours."

"Commodore transports in bound."

"Thank the Balance, once our marines are safely aboard we'll make haste for Wrea and then the long ride back to Botajef."

"Of course, Commodore."

It wouldn't take that long and by this point it would be obvious that the imperial group who had seemingly joined the Confederacy against the Galactic Empire's remnant were ready to depart. The small transports were carefully collected into the star destroyer and various carriers. Once the last of the hangar doors had closed, the ships turned - hyperdrives powered up and in a moment they were gone. The Victorian paramilitary forces had completed their assignment and were now well on their way back home.

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

Objective 2 | Post 5​

[member="Aiden"] | [member="Treiades Rhoujen"] | [member="Darth Metus"]​

Just like that, her power seemed to recede...or melt back into her presence. Anesia watched with slight abandon, very little of it holding her interest and eventually, her violet gaze slid to the other two. It was only her narrowed eyes that moved, neck still craned in the direction of the Wraith. The creature spoke then, but the vocals that fell to their ears was not one spilled by the fanged beast's maw. Metus...

The old man was still kickin', she snorted aloud and touched an old bond, you can release him now, Sigma.

Anesia's lips tugged into a brief, veiled smile...it was amazing how far a little respect went.

As if suddenly allowing the presence of another to be felt more than sheer approximation, the Sith tilted her head just so to peer up at Aiden. The man dwarfed her, his massive frame shadowing her slighter one, and the ancient power emanated from him. It was near too much- or could have been, Ferrius decided, when a gloved hand of hers hovered over his chest and then cradled the strong jaw of the Centurion. The act itself appeared intimate, however, it was just a means to an end on Kamino.

"As you wish."

The *Red Shadow Virus lurched from her fingertips and all the information concerning it- that had been absorbed by the Sith Master- snaked it's way into the recesses of Aiden's mind and nestled there until he decided to retrieve it for The Confederacy. Her fingers flickered against his cheek as if ridding themselves of residue. When the process had completed, the creature stepped back and allowed her hand to drop once more to her side.

Everything else she had obtained from the Marshal, however, was hers.

There was just one problem...besides the vibrations of the sea monsters' recently gifted power that rocked the station: a ride.

"I could use a lift...Centurion," and it was said so casually, but she added, "please?"

*not the literal virus, just to be clear.​

 

[Aszräl]

Objective 2, Post 2
[member="Aiden"] [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] [member="Darth Metus"]
Posting from phone so early apologies for any weird things.

Everything bounced around so quickly that Treiades simply let the other two have their conversation without his interference. He did, however, take fascination with this construct. Whatever it was, it somehow felt vaguely familiar. When it moved from an aggressive stance to one of defence it gave the man pause. He didn't relinquish the subduing hold he established, but he did take a few steps closer. When the creature spoke, he tilted his head in the opposite direction. The curiosity was overwhelming until Anesias's thoughts slid into his mind. He always found telepathy to be an odd thing, but it was efficient... And clarifying.

He smirked, not out of arrogance or some sense of superiority, but pure amusement. He wandered over to the creature and pat it on the shoulder like he would an old acquaintance.

"Looks like you've been out of the loop too," he took a few cautioned backward steps just in case before he spun around on his heel to face his two current allies.

"So are we out, or are you going to cause more problems, Jy'Vun?" Rhou interjected after she made her request of the big guy. He was probably one of few living individuals who dared to be so cavalier with the Lady. Past history and a general disregard for her shenanigans had its perks.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Objective 2
Location: Research Facility
Tags: [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Treiades Rhoujen"]
Post 8

Aiden's eyes were steady, unflinching as they gazed expectantly at the smaller Sith. The bright glow of his eyes seemed to diminish ever so slightly as his bristling presence receded upon recognition that Anesia understood the immediacy of his request. In the end, he'd made no direct threat or even a demand. Though it might have seemed as such to the casual observer, Aiden was presently extending Ane all of the respect he had to offer one whom he deemed worthy in this galaxy. No, passing judgment was not his job, but Aiden was not so foolish as to try and artificially repress the very human instinct to judge. What would be the point.

Allowing Ane to reach up and touch the side of his mind, Aiden closed his eyes briefly as the swath of information was downloaded into the recesses of his own mind. When he opened his eyes once more, the Sith Lord spoke loudly enough, in basic, for all those assembled to hear him. "Ms. Jy'Vun has provided what we seek."

Stepping around Anesia, Aiden's gaze swept the area until it fell upon the individual specified in the collection of information and images that Anesia had just given. Raising his free hand, the Sith Lord utilized the Force to snap the spinal chord of the retreating mercenary near the base of his neck. As the mercenary's body went limp, Aiden shifted his focus to the environment-controlled containment device holding the only sample of the Red Shadow Virus. The device drifted rapidly across the expanse until Aiden plucked it out of the air with his hand.

"There have been no deployments, and I am happy to convey the rest of the information in another setting," the large Sith stated as he turned towards the assembled group. For a moment, his eyes fell upon the form of Srina Talon, but he paid it little mind. Clearly there was a larger story there. "We should go. There is no telling how long the specimen will remain viable for your...study."

Shifting his gaze back to Anesia, Aiden uttered something in the tongue of the Ancient Sith. "Presuming you never again attribute that name to me again, yes." Without turning his head, Aiden clarified his terms. "The rest of your...people...need find other transport, however."

 

[Queen Bots™]

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| . | Mission Synopsis | . |

The events on Kamino were strained. It was a bloody battle, with the losses of both droid and organic life, however, the Confederacy was able to wrestle control from the remnants of the previous administration. In time the CIS Navy were able to put down any further rebellion in the skies, though, their efforts were not alone. [member="Caid Centurion"], the Sword Armada, and many others performed more than admirably. When Srina Talon added her AI [Oracle] to the Kamino servers it severed any efforts of outside sources to access any further information. Unbeknownst to the Confederacy the VSS Revanche obtained some sensitive materials, as well as a few individual parties on private missions, however, all systems will remain in lockdown from this point on until the facilities can be swept clean of Imperial influence.

Commander Trench, in Tipoca City, was taken from the equation by one [member="Kyle Naktis"] of the Knights Obsidian. His service to the nation is commendable and the military-minded man was given a death far more dignified than what most would say he deserved. His death troopers were given final resting, as his plans were dissolved, and his control of the watery city was wrestled away. There was nothing else to be done. With the main threat neutralized early on the balance of power would begin to shift in Kamino almost immediately. The main players of the former regime were long gone, relocated, and these pretenders couldn’t hope to contend with what they faced.

Confederate forces would be instated almost immediately to finish securing Tipoca City. Without the Warlord, without Trench, it was a simple task.

Despite a tense atmosphere and an initial level of hostility the Red Shadow Virus data was obtained from Anesia Jy’Vun with help from [member="Aiden"], another Obsidian. It is unknown what her motivations were for infiltrating the facility, but, as far as the CIS is concerned she appeared to either be in the right place at the wrong time. She willingly placed minds at ease in giving intel collected from the late Marshal Vette that confirmed the virus was never deployed. There would never have been an easy way of extracting the details from Vette. Pulling the memories from him, and then death, was likely the best course of action.

The female Sith [[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]] and her companions have been greeted by a Wraith from the Vicelord and would have been extended an invitation to speak on Geonosis if they would choose. It seems that there is much to discuss to prevent any future misunderstandings. Not to mention, certain skill sets, that could be of use to the nation.

A sample of the virus was successfully obtained and will be given to the Minister of Science [@Xenro] for further study. The research facility in Timira City will be closed down until it can be cleared of potential bio-hazards. All personnel will be required to wear envirosuit to keep in compliance with safety regulations. From there, the Confederacy will speak to the Kaminoans and make new arrangements. The Confederacy has plenty of resources to see that the Ruling Council on Kamino remains pleased with their occupation. It is a strange sort of balance that has been reached for a new member world, but, not unwelcome. Kamino is sought by many. The Kaminoans would rather their research and cities be protected versus being left out in the cold.

None of them wishes to see another uprising, or disaster, like that which has just ended. A CIS Out-Post an Embassy will be placed in one of the major cities, perhaps, near a cloning facility. There will be no more civil war in the forseeable future, no more power struggles, and Kamino can finally get back to what they do best.

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| . | Mission Log Amendment | . |

The acquisition of former Galactic Empire space is always full of scrutiny and difficulty. This venture has proven favorable, however, it has now opened the discussion for the opportunity of creating Confederate Clones. It is a difficult dispute due to the nature of the CIS itself. The nation does not approve of slavery in any form. The Viceroyalty will convene to discuss the true nature of it. Does it violate the law? At this time, public opinion is mixed, but the Office of the Vicelord is evaluating every angle. Every nation is looking for a leg up in their forces. It would be foolish not to consider the possibility.

Results of the Great Confederate Clone Debate are pending…

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[As always, please continue to finish your own personal stories! You all were wonderful!]