Dominion The Red War: Where Oceans Part | CIS Dominion of Tibrin Hex

[Ascendant Ardor]

TIBRIN

Tibrin. An aquatic landscape of rolling tides and exquisite coral reefs as far as the eye could see. For many, it would appear as a vibrant and wonderful place, with tropical wonders to be discovered both near and far. However, that is not what had brought the Confederacy here.​

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With the Red War once more in full swing, the strength of the Southern Systems pushed back against the wave of organized crime that had been allowed to fester upon its very borders, causing it to retreat at a steadying pace. In their wake, however, such syndicates of crime and deplorability would attempt to restructure and regain their foothold, fighting back with every fiber to save their once blossoming empires of foul play and lawlessness. Tibrin had been no different. It had not been spared the misconstrued deeds of these syndicates’ grabs at power. And the Ishi Tib government sought assistance from the booming organization it believed to be the cause of its current ordeal under the heel of such lawlessness.​

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An envoy had been sent forth from Tibrin to the Confederacy, pleading for help with which it blamed the Confederacy for causing. And to an extent, the Confederacy had been. As she had flexed upon her borders and began pushing back against the various nefarious empires of criminal intent, it had forced such organizations to flee. To seek to establish havens upon other worlds with which they could use to lick their wounds and regain their strength. One such syndicate had found Tibrin to be a satisfactory place. Hoping the roaring waves of the oceans and vastness of the towering reefs would mask their presence from an ever vigilant eye.​

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But what they hadn’t counted on, was the Ishi Tib, and as such, the Confederacy had come. Seeking to make amends for the wrongs they had caused and end the suffering of a people who did not deserve it.​

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Working with the Ishi Tib government, Agents of Confederate Intelligence have pinpointed a network of derelict Star Destroyers of wars long passed, believed to be the headquarters of the syndicate’s operations.​

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Spoiler: Objectives

Find the Syndicate’s base operations and neutralize it. Be careful however, as intelligence suggests that the base is well guarded. Further, the reactor core of the central ship is in a critical state and could collapse and blow if the wrong move is made which could lead to catastrophic results for both the Syndicate and the Ishi Tib people.​

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The Ishi Tib of Tibrin have extended a hand to the Confederacy and offered to join its ranks. However, delegates of their government are skeptical and would like to discuss terms of their conscription. The Confederacy has agreed to meet with them and hear them out, sending forth various Viceroy and Presidium members to set the terms.​

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As always, if the above objectives don't work for you, feel free to bring your own.​

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Spoiler: Tag

Rann Thress​

Taiia Locke​

Sabine Delacroix​

Gerwald Lechner​

Oleander Webb​

Kyyrk​

Draelos​

Shuklaar Kyrdol​

Millu Lee​

Srina Talon​

Gianna Aegis​

Naedira Darcrath​

Darth Elyria​

Seraphina Corvinus​

Alessandra Creed​

Jason Breaker​

BX-4323​

Beric Layne​

Bastille Rommer​

Tarsus Kiyan​

Jhira Mereel​

Verin Oldo​

Hester Shedo​

Donne Toulemonde​

Tawnita Wren​

Pravus Cruento​

Felix​

Lunara Azure​

John Locke​

Kitter Bitters​

Holly Starstorm​

A ARS VAMI​

Kristyl Arenais​

Vyse de Valorous​

Alina Tremiru​

Caedyn Arenais​

Kristyl Arenais​

Luca Donskoi​

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[Luca Donskoi]

Attire: WIP
Tag(s): John Locke | Open

The waves of the endless seas of Tirbin broke over coral reefs that had managed to grow to towering lengths, reaching high into the near cloudless skies. As they broke, the waves sprayed an ocean mist far and wide, coating everything in their path in a blanket of moisture. And Luca had not prepared for this, a decision he now regretted with leaving his rain jacket on this shuttle with which he had landed.

He stroked a hand through his red hair and then tugged gently at his ginger beard. Thankfully, at least, this meeting between the Ishi Tib, the governance of Tibrin, and the Confederacy of Independent Systems was set to take place inside. Sheltered away from all the wetness the elements of nature would constantly bombard them with. And the Ishi Tib, their host here on this occasion, had been kind enough to build this structure for them. Even with its status being only temporary.

Luca walked forward, as part of a group with a number of Confederate delegates, and entered the central chamber of the building with which their hosts had so kindly built for them. There were no tables, but instead, the room offered a number of chairs. Event which on seemed to be built of the coral which was so abundant in the world. But with that, it also meant, too, that the furniture they were meant to take their seats on would likely be wet.

Luca sure hoped his assumptions would be wrong here.

He pulled his trusty data pad from under his arm and brought the screen to life. Luca nearly always had the thing with him wherever the man went. He was how he kept track of not only his affairs, but of the constantly evolving schedule of the Exarch whose job it was for him to assist, Srina Talon . He quite enjoyed his job. No day was the same, and the more he got to know of the young Exarch, the more he respected and appreciated the woman for everything she had meant to the Confederacy for so long now. How she had commanded the chamber of Viceroy when the former Vicelord, Daegon Corvinus , had stepped to the side of his own volition, and his predecessor had come forward again to retake the reins and steered the Southern Systems forward once more, had been every bit the evidence to just how much power and sway she held. How much respect that simply her presence announced to anyone present.

In recent weeks, Luca had found himself learning more and more about his boss’ counterpart, the Confederacy’s other Exarch, John Locke . And through their recent crossing of paths, they had begun to nurture something of a peculiar friendship. He couldn’t help but respect the man for who he was either. And everything he had managed to wade through to make it to where he stood now. A commendable and well respected person, beyond that of which his station demanded. In fact, Exarch Locke was one of the delegates for today’s festivities.

“Afternoon, Exarch,” Luca said in greeting, lifting his head and then nodding in a simple display of respect, before returning that focus to the data pad he had in hand where he scanned the contents displayed, drawing everything he could from it. Preparation to him was key. And he would not find himself unprepared.
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[OOM-018-GEM]

Tag: OOM-001-JELLYBEAN | OOM-002-HONEYCOMB | OOM-003-CUPCAKE | OOM-008-LOLLIPOP | OOM-009-KITKAT | OOM-010-JMP | OOM-011-MARSHMALLOW | OOM-012-NOUGAT | 00M-042-OREO | OOM-314-PIE | OOM-614-ROSES

Sand, and water, why did it have to be both. It was bad enough that the sand was going to get into every little nook and cranny possible - causing some serious chaffing in the process - the water alone was going to make things worst. Rust was going to set it, and it was going to be horrible, oh so horrible. GEM lamented the fact that they had found themselves in this little hell hole of the galaxy - what had the Droids done to be punished with such... uh... punishment? Was GEM not a great religious leader? Had GEM not delivered their companion's poor souls with sermon after sermon upon the many battlefields that they had found themselves? With a heavy brow and an even heavier sigh - which was impressive given that GEM is a droid - the OOM stepped forward as the doors to the drop pod opened up to reveal the blazing sun that hung overhead. They had their orders, to discover the location of the hidden base that the ner do wells had hidden in and to avoid accidentally setting off the core that was already dangerously close to failing.

GEM knew what had to be done, yet first, there were other preparations that had to be completed before the droids could get about their work. Without a second thought, the OOM Droid set about fixing their stole over their shoulders. In their other hand, they held a censer, incense already burning, the smoke issuing forth as GEM began to carefully swing the object back and forth whilst standing before the currently lifeless shells of the other OOM Droids that sat waiting in the pod.

"001100 010010 011110 100001 101101 110011"

The smoke of the incense carefully wafted over and through the waiting droids, and if GEM could smile, well, she likely would be. Bringing her free hand up, she carefully began to make imitating motions over the droids, as though GEM was blessing their chassis in some manner. He knew what his job was as the spiritual leader of the Droid Legion, and it was to bolster the spirits and prepare the OOM Droids for the afterlife, and GEM did it as best he could, as always, prior to any sort of engagement or mission that the droids had been entrusted with. Despite the annoyance that the sand and water would provide, they still had to accomplish their mission, and as always, it was up to GEM to encourage them with that mission.

"Brothers, Sisters, led me your auditory receptors! We have been entrusted with a great mission by the Confederacy of Independent Systems. The eyes of Exarch Srina Talon and Vicelord Darth Metus are upon us at this very moment! Criminals have taken to these shores and have harassed and stolen from the people for too long. It is now, in their most dire hour of need, that they have turned to the Confederacy, and it is that very Confederacy that has turned to us to lead the charge.

Let not the annoyance of sand stop you from achieving that goal - for in the afterlife you shall be bathed in oil until you are shiny and clean. Let not the water asway you from accomplishing your task, for the great Droid God shall not allow rust to touch your limbs in this great endeavor. Arise, my Brothers and Sisters, for it is time once more that the mighty Droid Nation save the Confederacy!"

GEM was proud of their speech, and GEM knew that the others would be just as inspired to accomplish this great task. Taking up its E-5 Blaster Rifle, GEM turned, ready to step forward, only for a bolt from a sniper to knock the head clean from its shoulders. Its body stood limp for a moment before dropping to its knees, then fully falling to its side in the sandbank. Within the pod itself, another OOM Droid came to life, its tarnished green highlights marking it as GEM, its hand lightly rubbing its head and with a heavy sigh, it spoke out.

"Not again..."

Chaos Nano 2021: 686

 

[John Locke]

Wearing: Would you believe, a suit?​

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TIBRIN​

Tagging: Luca Donskoi
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There was just something about the damp that left the hairs on the back of John's neck standing up, that feeling of discomfort that he could never shake no matter what he did. It was that nagging fear in the back of his head that the condensation, those droplets of water could find their way into his cybernetics and leave them malfunctioning and broken. It was one of those fears that you could never really move past, the Exarch knew that his current generation of implants were hardly vulnerable to those same issues as his original cybernetics, that it would take decades of submersion to really affect them. Still…that didn't stop him from activating his shielding while he was outside, the slight flare of energy around his body sparkling as raindrops filled the air around him, bouncing off the shielding.

It was better to be safe than sorry right?

Dark eyes flicked across the room, observing the environment, the newly built accommodations which their hosts had built for them. It was a sign of their eagerness to join the Confederacy, to make a good impression that they'd built the centre for their guests. Anyone who was willing to go so far to make their guests comfortable…might not have had the best of intentions. It could be a ploy to throw the negotiators off their game, to leave them on the wrong foot, just in case they could eke out an advantage.

Or he might be overthinking the situation. A small amused light danced in the back of the man's eyes for a moment, no other sign of his thoughts showing on his face. Today he was here representing the Confederacy, the mask of the Exarch firmly settled on his face, no trace of emotion or amusement slipping past it. It was a mask that had been crafted over years of board meetings and negotiations, or diplomatic and business situations similar to this. He didn't think that the Ishi Tib were really upto anything underhanded, but it's better to establish a starting position you could relax than trying to backpedal at the start.

Dark eyes flicked across to the man approaching, John's head inclining to the side for a moment before he nodded his head in greeting.

"Afternoon. You know, I don't know if I've ever seen furniture like this before. Do you think we could get them to export it? I'm sure the Vicelord would appreciate a new seat, something showing the regard his newest subjects hold him in."

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[Kaira Vinesse]

POST: 1
TAG(S): Runar Ulfsson | Open

Intelligence had been filtered down through the Confederate Armed Forces regarding Tibrin. And while everything on outward appearance seemed like a clean cut run of the mill operation, the potentially calamitous effects if the mission was not executed to perfection, weigh heavily on Kaira’s mind. And as she sat securely upon the shuttle as it descended toward the watery abyss below, she could help but to wonder if it was all a trap. A reactor core that was suspected to already be compromised posed a huge risk, and the syndicate criminals had almost strategically chosen this to be their base of operations. Did they know? Perhaps. But the Confederacy of Independent systems would not outright attack the derelict ship they’d come to call home. Doing so had the potential to trigger a sequence of events that could potentially have grave consequences for the rest of the planet.

She was on edge. Everyone in the squad seemed to be, but it was not without cause. None of them could deny it. And if the events went sideways here and chaos really took hold, it could be each and every one of them’s very last mission. A result that could result in the ill-fated message being delivered to their families and next of kin. It was a thought that drew up a swell of anxiety with the girl, and one she attempted to force from her conscience.

But it was always there. Lingering. Tugging at her. Pleading to be set free.

She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath, then proceeded to exhale it slowly. The intent to settle the nerves her anxiety produced.

“T-minus two minutes!” The announcement chimed over the shuttle’s intercom as the pilot notified them of the time until they would reach their destination.

The moment was now. There was no more time left to dwell on the could ofs and should ofs. Her squad was steadily gaining a reputation within ARCOM, the Confederacy’s Army Command, for their prowess and the results they consistently produced. And They wouldn’t let that leadership down that had placed their faith in this to complete this mission. As this was set to be a multi pronged operation. The Confederate Armed Forces were taking to the mission, but so too was Confederate Intelligence, or whatever moniker it was that they were going by now, as well as the Medjai Order, a new order of Force driven yahoos, seeming birthed from the remnants of their predecessor. Stories of what had come to pass on Christophsis had already been making waves across certain circles within the Confederacy. But they were rumors for now. And Kaira did not put much weight in them. In fact the majority of what went down in that strange world of Force discipleship was beyond her. But she couldn’t deny the sheer capabilities they bolstered, often wondering what it must be like to possess such supernatural talents.

Her head turned toward her squad mate, Runar Ulfsson , but she offered no smile. Not today. As much as she tried to, she could not rid herself of the knot twisting within her gut.

“I’ve got a bad feeling, Duran,” she said after a moment more passed. “Perhaps I’m just being paranoid,” she continued, “but something just doesn’t feel right.” She clasped her hand in front of her and rested her elbows on her thighs. Her knee bounced anxiously.

“T-minus one minute! I say again, t-minus one minute until drop!” The announcement blared from the ship’s intercom again alerting those aboard just how close to their arrival they were now.
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[Salak Duun]

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Tag(s): Open​

Salak rarely found it within himself to step beyond Yesmireen, and more specifically Myakk, to do anything within the confines of the order he served. At least in an official capacity on paper. The Lord Commander of the order, one he still knew as the Knights Obsidian, Gerwald Lechner , had persuaded him to join its ranks some time ago. Had persuaded him to leave Yesmireen. To leave Myakk. And to embrace the galaxy beyond. But in that time, the two had spent little time in each other’s presence. And that was not simply a fault on the Master, Gerwald, but on the student, Salak, as it was often Salak who refused to leave his home and the comforts with which it bore unto him. But today Salak had come. Today Salak had left the comfort and security of his home. Of Myakk. And of Yesmireen. Today his path had brought him to an oceanscape of rich, vast blue seas and imposing coral structures. The perfect environment to submit a being without the abilities to really swim. It was a feat his species as a whole struggled with. Reptilian and lizard-like in their appearance, it proved extremely difficult for them to swim, and often they would have to resort to their powerful tales to push them in a direction.

But as the shuttle descended, Salak looked on at the endless signs of nothing. And the horrors that might lie beneath those peerless seas. The monstrosities this planet might hold. A planet he had done next to no research on prior to arriving. He knew nothing of Tibrin’s ecology. Of the species that dwelled beneath the caps of its waves.

He let loose a string of curses in his native tongue, that to the observer would seem to be only a tirade of various hisses, clicks and whistles. Such was the tongue spoken by the Immerin species. Many of which struggled to grasp the vernacular of galactic basic. And to this end, Salak was no different. While speaking in the common tongue of the galaxy, his level was basic in and of itself. To many it’d be little more than that of a pre-primary educational level. Larger and more complex words would be lost on him. And likely a driving force behind his ill-tempered frustration that swept over the beast all too often. If patience was a virtue as so many seemed to say, it was a virtue he didn’t possess when it came to languages.

His hand moved to grip the pommel and hilt of his lightsaber. The fang of a Maalras set into the pommel served as a reminder of where he’d come from. And the Vriashta Crystal burned within the housing of the saber, keeping the handle of it warm to the touch no matter the situation.

He was set to join the fellow members of his order in bulk for this. And for the very first time. It would be mere moments more before the shuttle that carried him would set down and let him off to join those others that had come here to serve this mission. ​

 

[Ephraelle Raine]

Tibrin || 869 ABY

Sixteen years had gone by since the First Order once laid claim to this planet. They had come and gone again since then, Raine didn't take part in the newest incarnation. Weaker, lighter than it had been, without the gravitas behind it. Softened by the names attached to its legacy, Raine admired the older First Order and applauded the New Imperial Order when it took on its former masters and won. Ephraelle Raine's black cloak seemed to shimmer in the bright lights of her ship. An older Resurgent the Unforgiven, hovered above Tibrin with intent. Ephraelle in the time since the old First Order's demise had long distanced herself from the regime. Not nearly as fanatical as others such as those who went to Pa'Desh and later Prefsbelt. ​

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Black boots against the pristine durasteel floor, black slacks and top, her gloves matched just the same. "Lieutenant Raivel, assemble your team see what you can turn up from the base."​

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"Of course Moff Raine," the lieutenant quickly hurried off the bridge, Raivel was but a handful of children raised on the backwater worlds tucked away from the galaxy, raised in the image of Imperial perfection. Just another part of the great Imperial ideology another method in which to ensure that the Imperial legacy and way of life would endure as it had for thousands of years. Raivel would lead the team of Sternsgard, Crid, and Junit. The four were an excellent fire team, and a fire team would be all that Raine needed to see to it that whatever stealth technologies had been uncovered here years ago, remained buried within the depths of Tibrin's waters. ​

 

[Runar Ulfsson]

Objective: Crashing Waves
Location: Tibrin
Tags: Kaira Vinesse

He knelt his head down on the butt of his rifle before he kissed his dog tags softly, his hands clasped around them as he took a deep breath, his eyes looking around at the faces of those around him, the air around them was almost palpable, the nerves were running so high that you could slice the air around them with a knife.

Duran sat there, thinking of his time back home, of all the times he tried getting a cute girl to notice him, or the days he spent out at the lake with his family, his memories flashed to all the war he had seen, all the death and gore that had filled the last few years. But that is what he did it for, not for the money, or the glory, but so those little children can enjoy their time with their families and not have to worry about any fear of oppression or shortage of food. He wanted them to be void of fears that were way above their understanding.

“T-minus two minutes!” The announcement chimed over the shuttle’s intercom as the pilot notified them of the time until they would reach their destination.

Duran's eyes glanced over towards Kaira once more as he could feel her attention rest upon him, he raised his brow slightly, the worry written in her actions. "Don't worry about a thing, we got it like we have so many times before, you getting your nerves all haywire is the only thing that's the matter, you got this, we got this." Carr said to his teammate, his hand resting against her jumping knee as he gave her a nod.

“T-minus one minute! I say again, t-minus one minute until drop!” The announcement blared from the ship’s intercom again alerting those aboard just how close to their arrival they were now.

The large man stood up at the end of the shuttle, watching as the small continued it's hurdle towards it's objective, leading the group to another mission that could end with any one of them, or all of them, dead. A hand grasped the handle that protruded from the ceiling, steadying him from the shake of the ship as it continued its journey to their objective, his other hand grasping onto his rifle, waiting for the doors to open, to begin their mission.

 

[Ephraelle Raine]

Tibrin | 869 ABY

The Unforgiven lingered over Tibrin with a small contingent of forces, Moff Raine would be watching and waiting for Lieutenant Raivel's reports once she had returned. Until then the Moff prepared her own TIE for launch as a contingent of Stormtroopers would deploy with her to Tibrin to make use of old First Order data of the area. After its initial downfall, the Outer Planets Alliance had laid claim to the system and investigated its coral reefs, and reported on creatures within Tibrin's depths. FOSB agents made reports on their findings and Moff Raine was determined to see the results of these findings.​

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Meanwhile, Lieutenant Raivel's team had reached the surface of Tibrin's waters. Their orders were quite clear, grab anything from the facility and nuke it. Nothing, no one would get access to these files, the team had been dressed in aquatic gear but would have to bring along heavier equipment to deal with whatever traps the old FOSB left behind. "Count off." Raivel called out. Sternsgard, Crid and Junit replied near-simultaneously on their numbers. "FN-9X023" "FN-9X024" "FN-9X025"​

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"FN-9X021" Raivel called lastly as she then ordered Crid to man the motor of the vessel they had acquired. The old black hexagonal sigil faded with time on the stern and port of it. "Junit, coordinates."​

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"Here you are Raivel, it'll emit a small sound once we're near and from there we'll have to dive."​

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Raivel only nodded with acknowledgment, and the team paid little mind to the Imperial shuttle that flew across the skies above them. The Moff always had her own agendas and it was not their duty to question them, never was and it never would be. ​

 

[Kyyrk]

Kyyrk had elected to be one of the first. Most of the Knights had seen Combat. Some had seen all out war. Kyyrk was one of few that had been molded by war. They didn't know what was waiting for them, and so he had volunteered. First in, last out. The pirates would surely know they were coming. And if there was one thing Kyyrk had learned how to do, it was how to hold a beachhead. His shuttle contained only a small number, a daring few. Kyyrk was loading his weapons, and checking that they were all in working order. In opposition of his usual robes, he wore a suit of armor that was clearly rated for the vacuum of space. Water world, precarious footing, it only made sense to plan for a swim. Then he was either right, or pleasantly surprised.

As the shuttle drew closer to the target, Kyyrk stood, and racked his shotgun. It was a loaner from an old associate of his. Kyyrk smirked under his helmet. He HAD promised to give it back, but...well, the both of them were effectively dead now. Kyyrk walked towards the side door of the shuttle, and pressed a button to open the hatch. He gripped the shotgun tight, knowing how easy such a thing was to lose in a maneuver like this. He waited until the last moment, then jumped, falling fast to the waters below.

He splashed down, and waited till he was a good fifteen meters under the surface before firing his jetpack. They would know he was coming. But the water gave him the element of surprise. His thrust was minimal...Quiet. He was getting into position. ARCOM would be launching their own assault soon. Kyyrk intended to strike at the same time they did. So, he watched and waited. He was aware of the rumors surrounding the newly formed Medjai Order. And it was a rumor he intended to breath some life into today...

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[OOM-018-GEM]

Tag: OOM-001-JELLYBEAN | OOM-002-HONEYCOMB | OOM-003-CUPCAKE | OOM-008-LOLLIPOP | OOM-009-KITKAT | OOM-010-JMP | OOM-011-MARSHMALLOW | OOM-012-NOUGAT | 00M-042-OREO | OOM-314-PIE | OOM-614-ROSES | Kyyrk | Salak Duun | Runar Ulfsson | Kaira Vinesse

It was always such a pain having to go through that process, from the moment of feeling their programming leave their previous body to being downloaded and installed into the new hardware. GEM could have sworn though that from time to time that they had seen their maker, the almighty one, or perhaps it was merely a robot dreaming of an electric sheep. Either way, it was still a pain, because not only was GEM in a new body - and yes it was always difficult to control the new bodies no matter what anyone else said - GEM also had to collect their things from their previous body which hadn't even been cleared off of the field yet. It was a surreal experience, looting one's own corpse, though that's what GEM found herself doing at that moment. What's worst, the new body was already tarnished and beat up, not all sparkling new like the one that he had just lost as GEM carefully removed the stole from her shoulders of the droid chassis that lay in the sand and wrapped it around his new shoulders.

"Stop That!"

GEM called out as he had barely picked up his censer before another errant - or perhaps aimed - bolt struck the sand next to her, a low grumbling that sounded like grinding gears could also be heard as GEM pried the E-5 Blaster Rifle from their cold dead fingers before moving forward along the beach, other OOM Droids also advancing as well, or so GEM had hoped. It would have been a strange sight indeed, a long Battle Droid charging an enemy, though also think of the stories that would be written. Leveling his Blaster Rifle, GEM let loose a few shots before swinging her censer back and forth, the incense that burned within emitting the smoke and placing an even greater target upon the droid as it made its way towards the ships that made up the makeshift fortifications.

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no Ion-Blaster: for thou art with me; thy Hydrospanner and thy Fusioncutter they comfort me. Thou preparest an oil bath before me in the presence of mine enemies: Thou anointest my head with fresh paint: my servos squeakith not. 001100 010010 011110 100001 101101 110011."

The Battle Droid pushed forward, reciting its prayer once more as it encouraged its brothers and sisters to ever greater heights of courage - it was their time to shine, for the Confederacy to witness them as they once more fell upon the breach. Water and sand were flung up into the air as blaster bolts fell around GEM - if nothing else, even if they didn't manage to make it to the enemy fortifications, they could distract them for others to make their own moves. As GEM crest a small dune, standing atop and motioning with his hand to push forward, she turned her head towards the enemy; once more the poor droid fell to its knees atop the small sand dune before falling backward in a half somersault before propping itself up against a bit of driftwood, the head completely removed as sparks and slag took place where it had once sat.

This was going to be a long day... a very long day...

Chaos NaNo 2021: 555

 

[Darth Kentarch]

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The pirate captain lay dead on the floor of the bridge, his eyes glazed over and mouthing gaping open. In his chest, a hole, a clean cauterized bore clean through the heart, made by a crimson lightsaber.

"You played your hand too early and too strongly." The black-cloaked figure said. His tone was deep and ominous. "Did you think you would not draw the attention, and the ire, of the Confederacy?"

"-- I- I only did what I thought- you wanted me... to do." The Syndicate Vigo managed to spit out. His body dangled helplessly from the firm grip of the black-cloaked sith, who held the Vigo off the ground by his crime lord's neck.

"No, you were supposed to ensure the core was stabilized. And exfil these ships in a manner that did not draw the attention of the Confederacy." As the Sith spoke his hand tightened around the Vigo's neck. "Instead you've made a mess and now I have to clean it up."

The was a sudden snap! The Vigo went limp and the Sith let the man fall to the floor in a heap, his head and neck twisted at an awkward angle. The black-cloaked figure turned to face the other members of the Syndicate, who remained silent during the execution of their captain and interrogation of the Vigo. They all remained still, faces filled with fear and dread.

"I don't know how you planned to extort this mission I gave you. Not that I care about your business. But your carelessness has affected my business." The sith lectured. "Now let's say we give a second chance to the rest of you. Contact the other teams. Try and get as many Star Destroyers ready for hyperdrive jump as possible." The sith pointed to one of the Syndicate members. "Your in charge. Try not to Kark this up."

The sith turned and exited the bridge of the Star Destroyer. A pair of black-armored soldiers followed, clad in equipment advanced enough to make them more than common pirates or syndicate enforcers. "Get the shuttle fired up, we need to move quickly."

No doubt the Confederacy would be sending boarding parties, likely with special forces and highly trained soldiers for seizing ships. He would need to move quickly to salvage as many Star Destroyers as possible. The unstable reactor core while a liability, could prove to be a useful trojan horse should the situation present itself. But before Darth Kentarch did anything he needed to get an idea of what the syndicate was up against and the deposition of the Confederate forces.

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[Ghost "Frankie" Sterling]

Equipment: black cronos power suit w/shoulder mounted E-web, D16 slugthrower, d16 slugthrower pistol
objective: link up with his liaison Vyse de Valorous
tags: Vyse de Valorous

Having left Hades corp some time ago, Ghost formally known as Frank reached out to CIS in the attempts to rejoin the fold and lucky for him there was a operation to participate in to show that this old wardog still had the ability to be of use. loading into a drop pod on his hades corp ship, a going away present from the current CEO on top of a set of Cronos power armor a d16 slugthower and d16 slugthrower pistol. Frank would begin obital drop onto the operations area.

"This is ghost Whats the ROE and where should I link up with you over." He said into his droppods long range coms. as he hurtled towards the ground hoping that Valorus hadn't bought the farm by the time he gets there otherwise it was going to be a very awkward conversation with CIS high command why a ex dauntless member was on the battlefield.

his pod gave off signals on its system indicating other pods were being launched around him as he down. "must have gotten here just before the party started." he said to himself as he leaned back in his seat letting the g's wash over him thankful for his 80% converted body taking the brunt of all it effortlessly.

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

Gear: Lightsaber Armor Sidearm
Objective: Link up with Ghost "Frankie" Sterling and find enemy forces first.
Tags: Ghost "Frankie" Sterling

Vyse's shuttle entered the system, it given to him by the CIS preferring to not bring his own ship. Vyse looking on at the world before him from the cockpit as the b1s around him focused on flying he looked over the shinning blue world. "Hm. Water world." He double checked his rebreather as it flew down with a smooth landing.

Vyse with a confident stride exited the shuttle as the ramp lowered and doors slide open. He was happy to have another assignment and massively eager for another chance to prove himself. Besides his training was ever consuming, only thing he had to do once his master had vanished and he needed a break from it. And what way better then applying said skills?

Walking out and looking around at the watery terrain of the world. He was informed that he would be grouping with a former comrade, someone from the battle of Rhand. Hopefully this battle would go far better. Though.. He was almost sure he didn't make it off the glassed world. So he had some questions. As the shuttle took off he took his lightsaber in hand as he simply waited at the coordinates given so they could assemble begin their search, and hopefully beat the others to the mark.

 

[Christina Locke]

"I'm sorry. What!?" The brunette crossed her arms at the man behind the counter. The exhausted look on their face explaining nothing that he had just said beyond seeming like a dedicated employee in these trying times.

"I said - I apologize but military incursion does not count as a catastrophic event. And it does not have any bearing on the agreement between your payment and our services prior to the military incursion." For his credit, he was maintaining a calm tone even with Ruby.

The slow blink of his eyes only further irritated her already tightly wound nerves. A slow draw of calming breath, the slow opening of her hazel eyes barely letting her collect her thoughts.

"Alright. I'm. I'm really trying to level with you here. I'm from Stewjon. Alright?" She explained with a sharp nod that was eventually confirmed by the poor soul dealing with her. "And this is my vacation. I cannot express how long I have been looking forward to this trip. Can you - excuse me. Look at me, please."

Her eyes widened sharply as he leaned out of his shack to peer at the gathering storm of ships coming in. His own annoyed look back to her making her face drop all expression as her chest puffed up and her breathing became sharp.

"If you can't. Refund the dive. Then at least. Let me. Into. The bar." She hissed through clenched teeth. She was in a wet suit with diving gear, the only soul beside the dedicated employee. He frowned, eager to watch the show above as he visibly waffled before waving a hand and grabbing a key.

"Just. Don't break bottles or anything. Get outta my face." He snapped as she slapped her hand over the key and grumbled to herself.

"You keep at it and I'll break them over your fethin' head you scruffy looking, exhaust sniffing, son of a bantha!" She hollered as he walked outside and flipped her the bird.

Letting out an irritated growl, she began trudging past the little shack with her diving gear in tow. The bar was little more than a long shack with a built on sun cover. The dominating feature of what was formerly one of the few tourist traps dotting the islands of the planet.

Tossing the gear with a less than satisfying thud onto an open table, she threw open the half-door leading behind the bar. The key eventually wiggled into and popped open the lock of the mesh grated door holding the only form of treasure Ruby would be seeing today it seemed.

 

[Ghost "Frankie" Sterling]

Equipment: black cronos power suit w/shoulder mounted E-web, D16 slugthrower, d16 slugthrower pistol
objective: link up with his liaison Vyse de Valorous
secondary objective: Try not to panic
tags: Vyse de Valorous

As Frank's drop pod ended up hitting the water not far from the meet-up point. Frank watched as the darkened blue waters of this water world encapsulated the viewport of his pod causing frank to let off some colorful language. Franks pod would soon open up letting the lumbering titan of a man get out of the pod with his entire payload of weapons, white nuckle gripping his d16 slugthrower as he did so.

"its just water nothing here can hurt you.....yeah that's it." frank tried to assure himself as he made his way to the meetup point while the suits onboard lighting did very little to reassure him that he's okay. Once getting past the torrent of kicked up slate and sand forming clouds of no visibility around his pod he stopped panicking as much but the fear was still there. so much so that when he turned and say a humanoid silloet of Vyse de Valorous he accidently ripped off 5 shouts in his direction. thankfully missing. "Oh feth, blue on blue sorry I paniced.....i don't like the water..."

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

Gear: Armor Sidearm
Objective: Link up with Ghost "Frankie" Sterling and find enemy forces first.
Objective 2: Try not to get shot
Tags: Ghost "Frankie" Sterling

Vyse looked around on the beach slightly annoyed. He was on the edge of a battle and that made him extra impatient as he looked around eager for his partner. Sighing and looking up only to see the drop pod slam though the sky and crash near by causing a spray of dust and sand that pinged off his armor. Smirking under his intimidating helmet he sprinted over. If they hurried they would be able to beat the others to the mark.

Only instead he was met with a wave of fire as Vyse activated his crimson saber to deflect only to find all the shots had already fired and missed. Walking over slowly his reaction hidden under his dark helm. "What. The. Feth. Is. Wrong with you!" Clearly livid.

"WE were met to meet up here! Could you at least call out before trying to blast me down?! Is that so much to ask!" He letting out a deep sigh, his whole speech modded in a dark voice by his voice modulator. Extra annoyed as this was the second time this had happened. Taking a short deep breath and collecting himself before removing his helmet as they were currently still on land and he wanted him to learn his face.

His face now in view he saw he was young well built male. Features more akin to a noble. "Let us start over. I am Squire Vyse de Valorous, the man who was sent to be your liaison. We'll be working together on this mission, can you try to avoid shooting me?." He said short to the point fair more composed and tone less dark now without the modifications though still gave hints of his annoyance. "Also.. we fought on Rhand, I remember distinctly you didn't make it onto the shuttle with us. How exactly did you get off world?" He said sounding a bit concerned, and only just now remembering the undead upon the world, a scenario he'd rather not consider.

 

[Lyssa Io]

Wearing: Nothing

Armed with:

House Io Assault Radiation Blaster

25mm grenades (Fragmentation): X3

25mm grenades (Ion): X3

Citizens Energy Sword (X2)

Objective: Crashing Waves.

With: Maple Harte

Maple's Equipment:

DC-15s Pistols

Psychic Katana (X2)

Shroud of Madness

21 Hours before...

Aboard the Castle Morpheus...

"Do you know why you have been summoned?" Nine asked of both Maple and Vera, who was in her blue skinned Chiss disguise.

"Yes..." Maple replied. "I know I have repeatedly defied you on the issue of the Amalgam. I've delayed, made excuses. By all rights, you should have exiled me."

"Should have, yes...but given recent events that you informed me of, I have... decided my earlier demands were perhaps a bit...zealous..." Nine said. "The war with the Brotherhood will heat up soon. One of my daughters did tremendous damage to Maw Forces at Jedha...but more damage needs to be inflicted. Laertia is bent on flipping critical Brain Demon assets to her side, correct?"

"Yes...she is having an... unusual amount of success with one called The Battalion, who she plans to marry."

Nine raised an eyebrow under her hooded Kimono.

"History repeats..." Nine thought out loud, thinking of herself and Sawa Ike .

"And the Amalgam?"

"Laertia tells me of her plans for her. I expect them to fail...but if it succeeds...we might have a powerful weapon. Though I fully expect it to fail."

Nine shifted a bit on her ivory throne in a meditative position.

"You have greatly displeased me thus far. Yet I continue to show patience."

"I am glad you do all the same." Maple replied.

"You might not feel that way after what I say next."

"Here it comes..." Vera said.

"You have repeatedly defied me. That must be addressed. I cannot permit it to go unpunished. If you had done as I originally asked, Laertia might not have done what she did at Rhand."

"There was always going to be a Rhand for Laertia. Always." Maple asserted. "And with an enemy like the Maw...I think that there is almost no low that is too low to go to win. You would understand that if you had been at Csilla."

"My own planet faced annihilation many times..." Nine growled. "Do not forget that."

"What is this price I am to pay?" Maple asked.

"You must become like me...a Psy-Pire..."

Maple went still.

"You disagree with it?"

"My humanity is not up for grabs, Nine."

"When the stakes are this high they are." Nine growled. "What did you think was going to happen? There were consequences for defying me on this. I all begged you to finish The Amalgam off before it went too far. Now my only living blood descendant has the blood of thousands of slaves on her hands. It will never be washed off. I warned you to rip the band aid off while you could. Now it will cost you."

Maple was silent. "If I refuse?" She finally asked.

"There is only one way you get to stay between both worlds, Maple, after refusing to do what I asked of you, for the sake of my descendant. Only one way for you to atone refusing my direct missive. Only the fact that circumstances currently favor maintaining ties with the overwhelming threat the Maw poses has made me re-evaluate the practicality of earlier demands. But if I just let it go, given all the disasters that resulted in your refusal to do the right thing over your psychotic attachment issues to The Amalgam...then I look completely toothless. And if there is one thing a Vampire cannot afford to look like, it's toothless. I'm sorry Maple, but if you refuse me yet again...then you will not leave this room alive."

Maple raised an eyebrow...

"You'd piss off Laertia."

"I will go to war with her, if I must. And I'll win. You want to maintain the peace between House Io, and House Li-Ves, it is going to cost you."

Maple blinked, took a deep breath. She knew House Io could Ill afford another enemy.

"Alright." Maple said finally. "When do I lose what makes me human?"

"I will allow you one week before you must report to me for conversion. Do not try to run. You won't make it."

Maple turned, just in time to see Vera lower the gun with an enthusiastic smile.

"I'm so glad you saw reason, Maple. I confess, I'm rather fond of you."

Maple didn't reply, walking out of the throne room...

Half a day later...

Maple Harte docked with the old Paragon defense platform that House Io had scavenged, in orbit over a lonely planetoid at the edge of space.

It had yet to maintain more than a single Squadron of the Nuetralizer TIE's, but the room that remained was still enough to dock the Silent Erika. There were Model 3 units aboard, along with some of the newer flesh models of Nuetralizer, General Purpose variants. Anywhere else the General Purpose Nuetralizers would have been considered combat grade HRD units. In House Io, they were the equivalent of a Protocol Droid. That's how deadly House Io tech was.

Maple was sullen as she got off the vessel, and the Nuetralizers, picking up on this displeasure, gave her her space as she headed to the quarters of this barely restored station. She was dreading the deal she had just made...

She reached Lyssa's quarters and knocked.

Much to her surprise, it was not Lyssa who answered, but a Magnaguard in dark blue House Li-Ves colors.

"Yes?" The Magnaguard asked.

"Ummm...is Lyssa here?"

"Yes."

"May I see her?"

"Technically, you could...but would you be willing to return later?"

"Later? What the hell for, Citizen?" Maple asked.

"Err...Lyssa and I were engaging in private recreation. Between droids."

Maple raised an eyebrow.

"More information than I needed..."

"It's not what you think..." Lyssa said calmly, serenely, stepping out from behind the Magnaguard.

Maple rolled her eyes.

"Oh? Why is your body morphed to look like it's wearing Lingerie?"

Lyssa looked down, quickly morphing her body to make it look like she was wearing a skintight silver catsuit.

"Who are you going to believe? Me? Or your lying eyes?" Lyssa asked.

"Feth it, I give up. We got an assignment at Tibrin. Raid."

"I love raids!" Lyssa said with a smile. "I'll bring highly destructive weapons. Will you be doing the same?"

"Like I got a choice..."


Present.

Their drop pods landed directly on the beach head.

Lyssa was the first out, hefting a large blaster designed by her Mother, storing two new energy swords designed also by her. Maple was out, wearing her strange black and red living armor, armed almost as heavily as Lyssa was.

Aunt Maple seemed unusually silent, Lyssa thought.

"Aunt Maple this is perhaps not the best time, but you seem twenty eight percent more sullen then you usually are." Lyssa noted as they walked to friendly link ups.

"Am I that obvious?" Maple grumbled, not even the fact she had a Deadpool Load out able to cheer her up.

"Yes. But strictly from a statistical standpoint." Lyssa replied, ducking fire from enemy fortifications. She returned fire, squeezing off a few shots. Maple fired her pistols too, ducking under a rocket strike.

She saw the forces of OOM-018-GEM constantly attacking a breach in the defenses.

"That seems to be a good place to fight. Let's go there!" Lyssa said in a dull excitement.

The pair charged, Lyssa providing covering fire with her deadly radiation blaster that fired heavy green bolts at a Merc manning a heavy blaster. Maple had already drawn her pistols and was rapid firing them at a number of enemy battle droids, to provide more chances for the B1's to pour through, drawing aggro to herself...

Vyse de Valorous

Ghost "Frankie" Sterling

Kyyrk

 

[Ghost "Frankie" Sterling]

Equipment: black cronos power suit w/shoulder mounted E-web, D16 slugthrower, d16 slugthrower pistol
objective: fight alongside Vyse de Valorous
secondary objective: Protect CIS units
tags: Vyse de Valorous , Lyssa Io

"Let us start over. I am Squire Vyse de Valorous, the man who was sent to be your liaison. We'll be working together on this mission, can you try to avoid shooting me?." He said short to the point fair more composed and tone less dark now without the modifications though still gave hints of his annoyance. "Also.. we fought on Rhand, I remember distinctly you didn't make it onto the shuttle with us. How exactly did you get off world?

"Right I guess I owe you that much, Hell I owe CIS far more than that...They gave me home and purpose and didn't try to experiment on my like....that's not important now." Franks voice sounded old tired but somber and kind. "I guess you can say I didn't make it off the planet when it was glassed however my old boss wouldn't let me die and just kept using unethical methods to put me back to gether just as he did after I was kIA from orbital bombardment on the battle of Dantoeen." reaching up frank Undid several casps and hoses to the gasmask of his power suit before pulling the helmet off with a hiss reveling his more undead visage. Sickly green skin with matted greying hair cut short eyes glased over to the point of looking like to opake white marbles. with the skin around his mouth and jaw having rotted away forming a never ending grin of sinue and artificial muscle with cybernetics peeking out around the teeth.

"My name was, Frank Sterling corpral of CIS dauntless. formally commander of Eternal Empires Speacil forces units. And deputized protector of the children of the protectors and the one who brought down the OMIdon before bitting it....Now I'm just Ghost, a shell of the proud man I used to be, experimented on and constantly brought back by a man confused with humanity. I wish to serve out my remaining 5 years with CIS before my body expires and to fight alongside those who originally gave my life purpose if you'll allow it."


with the sound of blaster fire from the B-1's and the a new fighter assisting them on the beachhead He put his helmet back on and reatached the clasps and hoses to his helmet before looking to Vyse de Valorous . "seems we have hostiles to attend to Noble, Ill protect you just as I protected the evacuation of Rhand."

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

Gear: Armor Sidearm
Objective: Defeat hostile forces
Tags: Ghost "Frankie" Sterling Lyssa Io OOM-018-GEM Kyyrk

Vyse was satisfied as agreed to explain, to him was least he could do after trying to kill him.. failing. Not a good sign of combat ability. Regardless he listened on. Privately amazed to hear someone could be brought back from being glassed. How bad could such unethical methods be if it promised enteral life? Vyse was promptly given the answer of bad. Veeery bad.

Wishing he kept his helmet on to better hide his reaction as he looked on in a bit of horror at the state of his comrade, the sight of his rotting flesh and lipless teeth making him feel sick. Vyse didn't think he'd find something worse then what the Maw had done to their victims but some how some horrid person did. Immortally would be great but not at this cost. Understanding just how much suffering the old soldier must be going though.

Finally the squire forced himself to speak. "Well we are glad to have someone with the strength of will as you. I am sure others would have lost their minds by now.. With that in mind I could likely cut you some slack for shooting me." He meekly chuckles hoping he was not being offensive as he heard the sound of blast fire quickly turning in that direct as he heard his comrades words. Cutting him a smirk and nodding his head as he quickly put his helmet on. It sealed and lighting up as his voice modular kicked in. "And I'll make sure you get off world this time." He said sprinting towards the combat.