Time is Beskar (Primeval Dominion of Echoy'la)

[thegreatbeyonder]

Echoy'la, the Mandalorian Colony already had a small population to begin with. Now that people are disappearing left and right, the colony became isolated. Chen, a business-savvy Chiss under guidance of The Primeval was sent to make sure that the Beskar-providing mines were secured for her masters. Their objective? Secure the mine, kill the resistance, and enslave the colony.

"Echoy'la, ma'am?", Chen's assistant asked about their task at hand.

"The mines are valuable, and it's quite a pretty system too.", the massive rings made the colony look pitiful. The now hollowed moon where the colony rested had far less Beskar than it did once upon a time, but there was still enough to provide armour to the elite. With it under their control The Primeval could outfit the very best of their soldiers with nigh invincible armour.

A raze-class transport escorted by two carnage-class frigates approached the colony, prepared to deploy several dropships carrying a crew. Scouting teams reported that most of the colonists have disappeared and those who stayed were fiercely determined to defend the colony at all costs. The miners intended to use their mining lasers as weapons against all who dare invade and the Mandalorians who protected the place would put up a strong resistance force if necessary. Luckily The Primeval had them outnumbered and outgunned. "I want those droships deployed, now. Take that colony and get us that ore!", the Chiss spat out the commanders to an officer who then proceeded to relay the orders.

OBJECTIVES:​

> Eliminate the resistance.​

>Enslave the miners.​

 

[Alisha'ven]

Arceneau Trade Company
Merchant Fleet Arceneau Trade, Browncoat Industries, PharmaTech
Echoyla Space
[member="Chen"]

There was something to be said about work spreading quickly. More so with what was going on in the wake of millions disappearing. Now, it was up to Alisha'ven and Six to get things done and keep things calm.

And mediate situations.

Chaos opens the doors to opportunity, and this would be it.

An Arceneau Trade company merchant convoy would find itself within Echoyla space, bringing with it trade goods for the colony.

Who would have known that the Primeval would take it upon themselves to attack just then.

Captain Marai, a Togruta having been employed with Arceneau for over a decade gave a curse.

"Captain, we are detecting a large fleeting force." the transponder codes were unfamiliar.

"Hail them." she would order to the comm officer. With the reputation and overarching threat of retribution from the Trade Queen if any of her merchant fleet would ever be harmed, it served in their interests to hail them immediately to identify themselves.

"Unidentified fleet, This is Captain Marai of the Rancor's Fist, serving Arceneau Trade Company's merchant fleet, headed to Echoyla. Please identify yourself and your purpose in this space. "

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Eliminate the Resistance​

NPC: Kieran "Tag" Merrik​

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The female Vahla held on to a hand bar as the dropship's rocky descent to the surface tried to knock her to the floor. Several times she wanted to speak and several times she was grateful for the metal mask that covered the lower half of her face. She could hear her friend Tag chuckle out loud which she rewarded him a sour look. "If you could see yourself right now, CJ," he said between chuckles earning him another sour look. She recalled their early conversation, him talking and her listening and nodding, how he tried to ease her plight through a series of jokes and words of encouragement. She knew he meant well but he did not understand what she went through, still going through. He wasn't raptured, a word she heard being used to describe those that had disappeared and returned and would not understand until she could find a way to communicate with him.

"Ten minutes!" She looked up at the small speaker where the disembodied voice came and nodded. That had been her only method of communication, nodding. She vowed to herself when this was all over she would never nod again. Never. "You are going to be fine CJ," Tag told her as he rested a glove hand on her left shoulder. She hoped he was right. At least she now had the use of the Force again. Back in that hell of a place, a place she still didn't understand, the Force was absent to her. Then she recalled the dead Sith Lord [member="Darth Veles"] and the man who called himself [member="Miles Varden"] and wondered whatever became of them.

"Five minutes!" She withdrew from her brief memories of them and focused on the now. Soon, very soon, she will be thrust into a battle. At least this enemy wasn't those zombie-plant like creatures she had encountered in the Rift. At the thought of the Rift, she felt a warming sensation wash over. Love. She was in love with Akala. She knew who the woman was. Love. She earned for this woman's affection. Love. She yearned for this woman's presence. Love. "Get ready CJ! We are landing!" And the thought of Akala was gone, but for how long. Love.

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

"We're receiving a transmission."

"Put it through.", Chen replied. The transport she was 'commanding' had received the Hail from one Captain Marai. Chen wondered what a trade fleet was doing all the way out here during troubled times.. One could suppose that where business goes it thrives; even when the galaxy around it seems to be collapsing. That is something the Chiss could respect. Although she was little more than a puppet for The Primeval, Chen had her own motives within the region. "Open a communication line with them, I'd like to speak.", she requested.

"Very well, Chen. Just remember where your loyalties lie.", the ship's Captain and her current superior spoke.

Chen walked over towards the communications transceiver, "This is Administrator Chen of the Roviane Planetary Confederation. My fleet is providing Humanitarian relief to the Echoy'la colony.", she responded to them. Hopefully that was a believable story.
[member="Alisha'ven"]

 

[Tyro'din]

Tyro'din stood aboard his personal ship, The Silent Shadow, as it made it's decent to the planet below. For once he had decided to wear the gear his rank as an agent allowed him to access, replacing his usual tunic. His rifle was strapped to his back and his pistols and knife to his thighs. He had opted to travel down in his own ship so that no one would be able to observe the break-down he was having. His hands were gripping the rail in front of him as his whole body shook. He did not know why but his time in that Hell had made a negative impression on his mind. He couldn't stop flashbacks from searing through his mind. He had seen some of the worst sights in the galaxy and not even they had effected him this much, he had seen far worse, but that place - it was stuck in his mind.

A sound from the console to his left tore him from his thought, he was landing. It was time to do his job and stop this weakness from consuming him. He had a mission to do and by Gods he was going to do it. He had to seal away the dreams of lakes of blood and rain that burned, no matter what. Turning he activated his respirator mask and HUD eye piece and marched towards the exit of his ship, drawing his blaster pistols as he went.

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel landed in his own dropship, carrying a crew of soldiers that he could trust to stick close to him and help him with his goals. His objective was different than the others. He was to help enslave the miners, yes, but also take as much Beskar as he could with him. Once the dropship landed, Mikkel and his crew got off, Mikkel carrying his slugthrower and had his lightsaber at the ready. Opening comms to the commanding ship, Mikkel reported in.

"This is Markov. We've landed and are ready to initiate the operation. All we're waiting on is your go-ahead."

[member="Chen"] [member="Tyro'din"]

 

[Kitsune]

Kitsune landed with the Saboath Destroyer, the ISS Mikoshi, while bringing four Hardcell-class interstellar transports. She had planned a quick reconnaissance of the area, securing of the prime mining spot, and of course, the offloading of the precious metals on the planet of Echoy`la. On board the ISS Mikoshi, the Usagi Clan had once again offered its services for the purpose of maximum mobility. The 650 IG-227 Hallfire-class droid tanks were replaced with greater storage capacities, mining equipment, and large anti-grav sleds to transport the beskar. Bringing thousands of miners for this particular operation, Kitsune was indeed hellbent on obtaining beskar.

She had planned to use the beskar in order to create armor for her elite soldiers. With this in mind, she continued on ward with the prospects of mining enough beskar for these needs.

 

[Azrael Asura]

This mission warranted her immediate attention. Beskar was valuable and very, very helpful. HRD model 217, better known as Everyn Diaago, stood somewhat tall as her servants piloted the dropship. They were going to raid the mines. Or, at least, they were going to capture the miners, enslave them, and defeat whatever resistance presented itself. Such a thing would be fairly easy. Why wouldn't it? In her vessel alone, one of many in the area, there were roughly a hundred men. Most were Barabels or Trandoshans. About two dozen were of a rarer species- the Vidvhansaka. Why were they all reptilian? Because they were Azrael Asura's men! Though they were currently following Everyn's orders... she was following his. The giant lizard was a terrifying beast who commanded a small army of his fellow creatures to wreak havoc upon the galaxy! All in the name of the Primeval! These were his soldiers. None were of his species, but they were each like his kin. Every one he cared for and every one he gave purpose to. So Everyn told them. So she reminded them every time they put their lives at risk.

"This is for your Lord! This is for your Azrael! Your Dark Father! Today we fight for him! To the mines we will go!"
The previously quiet ship was filled with the pleasant buzz of conversation. Nerves had successfully been settled.
Ten minutes remained until landing.

 

[Alisha'ven]

[member="Chen"]
Arceneau Trade Company
Merchant Fleet Arceneau Trade, Browncoat Industries, PharmaTech
Echoyla Space

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"This is Administrator Chen of the Roviane Planetary Confederation. ​

My fleet is providing Humanitarian relief to the Echoy'la colony."​

Captain Mirai would give a slow blink.

"Humanitarian relief?" Her Comm Officer would flat at the appearance of more ships.A Saboath Destroyer, the ISS Mikoshi, while bringing four Hardcell-class interstellar transports. Not to mention the araze-class transport escorted by two carnage-class frigates.

"Right... Administrator Chen of the Roviane Planetary Confederation." She would begin, being as cordial and respectful as ever.

"Under whose authority?" she would ask. Mainly because so far, the colony had been under Mandalorian jurisdiction. Arceneau Trade had contracts with the United Mandalorian Clans to freely pass through their territories, provide fuel, trade routes, and much like in this instance, any said humanitarian aid.

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

"Whose authority?", she questioned the captain whilst the intercom was off.

"Independent reaction?", he responded. Truthfully neither of them had any idea of how to respond to that.

Chen was naturally a quick thinker but this was a position she's never been in before; getting out of it would take more than a few well-placed words. Sighing she continued to think of something to say, too much delay would be suspicious. "We're acting independently. I would be lying if I didn't hope it would lead to economic ties between the Mandalorians and our peaceful world.", she responded to them. That wasn't that bad of a cover story, right? One could hope.

Sighing, the Chiss looked to the Captain who nodded with approval. Of course it was hard to get through when you have several warships trailing.

[member="Alisha'ven"]

 

[Vrag]

The menace - and when the Republic cries menace, the Sith think 'BFFs' - in the far hexes of the Galaxy had been growing steadily for some time now, doing its best to make its presence known. Vrag could respect that determination even if she found their burning devotion to dead gods quite laughable, and following the rupture, the Primeval had jumped on the landgrab badwagon with an inspiring zeal. The Sith, ever overlooked as patrons of struggling artists with a vision, naturally felt obliged to help their dedicated efforts, lending some of their troops and resources to a worthy cause.

Like, say, the acquisition of beskar.

"Hello, little cousins," she sing-songed as her ship established contact with the Razer-class vessel of the Primeval.

"The Big Brother is here," Vrag said with a grin as she glanced at the slowly rotating holo of Echoy'la, eyes alive with greed.

[member="Chen"]

 

[Arage Bao]

‘Boop.’​

‘Bapoebap.’​

‘Tomdumdoooom.’​

Kevon wasn’t looking all too well, which was a disappointment for Akron, he had expected the Mandalorians to be… more resilient? He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, but this was just a travesty. A simple travesty and it pained the Sith into his core fundamentals.​

But you couldn’t get everything you wanted, and Kevon had given him some valuable information nonetheless. Which was all this was about, information and the pursuit of knowledge. Kevon was a beskar smith, which could give you a clue on what Akron was trying to accomplish here.​

‘There there now, Kevon dear.’ the Sith replied to the muffled groan, he softly slapped the mando’s cheek. ‘No need to struggle, it will all be fine soon.’​

 

[Azrael Asura]

"There's apparently some trouble with a nearby fleet. Shall we continue our course to the mines?" The pilot asked, turning to look at Everyn. As usual her expression didn't betray whatever 'emotions' the HRD might be feeling. Instead her face was as blank as it always was. After a few moments she leaned down and whispered something in the man's ear. He nodded without another word. At least not to her. "Continuing current course. Keep your eyes peeled. Who knows what trouble we might run into out there..." Meanwhile one of the others worked to quickly set up a channel of communication between Everyn's ship and some of the others. Mainly the 'big brother' vessel that belonged to [member="Vrag"] and that of the 'big sister' herself, @Chen. Once the connection was secure- or at least appeared to be- the HRD stood in front of the camera, speaking clearly into the microphone. Not that it was necessary, really. Her 'vocal chords' could project a perfectly toned voice without any effort whatsoever.

"Sub-Commander Everyn Diaago, second-in-command under Azrael Atrium Asura, reporting for duty. If any assistance is required on any front we are prepared to interject current events. We have a hundred skilled men in the dropship ready for boarding of any sort. In addition, several are trained in the art of... ahem, as my commander would put it: Bantha Chit. Please contact us further if any help is wanted."

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

[member=Vrag]

"Big brother? Well, hey! If you want to do some work, I'd appreciate it if you ki--kindly took care of the resistance.", she responded over private comms whilst awaiting return from the merchant fleet. It seems there was a lot of activity in the region, they received a report from one of their own.

[member="Azrael Asura"]

Chen didn't know The Primeval that well internally but knew enough to not be an idiot, "Begin to detain the miners if at all possible, take care of resistance... Oh! Our cover story is humanitarianism!", she needed to be sure they kept that min mind... It would be a shame if the Merchant fleet realized they weren't here to wipe away tears from lonely Mandalorians. Of course, that being said they expected the resistance to put up a fight but seriously! The Chiss was more surprised that they arrived first, perhaps the Mandalorians got complacent.

Not that it mattered, right? Easy pick.

 

[Mikkel Markov]

[member="Chen"]

Mikkel and his crew made their way to a small mining settlement not too far from where they landed. Mikkel had unholstered his slugthrower pistol and wielded his lightsaber, leading the squad through the town and prepared for any resistance. Almost at the center of the town, the group was surprised by a large band of mandalorians surrounding them, armed with blasters and mining equipment. One stepped forward to Mikkel, carrying a blaster rifle, and introduced himself. "I speak for the miners and citizens of this settlement. We were wondering why you and your people are here, carrying weapons of war. Do you intend on declaring war on us?" He said as the citizens with blasters raising their rifles towards the soldiers, who responded in kind.

Mikkel, slowly holstering his saber and his pistol (but keeping his hand on the grip), motioned for his soldiers to lower their weapons. "We mean no harm to your people," Mikkel said "We are here to help, the weapons are just a precaution considering your culture's...militaristic past. Do you know if you and I could by chance have a talk in private?"

Mikkel and his crew were outnumbered, but were certainly not outgunned. What mattered was if they were outclassed, which was unlikely. Regardless, Mikkel wanted to establish good relations with the miners. Lifting his hands in front or his chest, Mikkel noticed one of the civilians whispered into the leader's ear. Looking around, Mikkel was ready to draw and start fighting. Luckily for him, the 'chief' of the village signaled the citizens lower their weapons. "Very well, stranger. We will hear what you have to say. Follow me."

Mikkel and the chief, along with a couple more civilians, walked into a house next to the standoff.

 

[Tyro'din]

[member="Mikkel Markov"]

Tyro'din had followed Mikkel towards the small mining facility, he kept his pistols in his hands as he marched alongside Mikkel's crew. When Mikkel gestured for them to holster theor weapons he decided to follow Mikkel's lead and holstered his pistols but kept a hand on their hilts, ready to draw if the situation turned bad. He hoped that a fight didn't break out, it would be troublesome, but considering the Mandalorian's history, it did seem unlikely. When Mikkel went into the house near by he followed his fellow agent and the civilians in. Entering the hutt he unstrapped the holsters for his guns and placed them to the side to signify his peaceful intentions. He made sure to keep quiet during the conversation, not wanting to interferer.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: Eliminate the Resistance​

NPC: Kieran "Tag" Merrik​

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The shuttle landed with a heavy thud that was followed by the whirling sounds of the locks disengaging that would allow the shuttle's ramp to lower to the planet's surface. She, followed by Tag, slowly walked down the ramp observing the area around them. Her red eyes darted left and right in search of the enemy. It appeared they were alone. Unable to speak, she gestured for her companion to follow her as she led them through a small valley enslaved by flora of various colours, shapes, and sizes. Where are they? The thought no sooner manifested itself when a stray shot tore through the leaves of a purplish giant plant nearly missing her. Tag, with his great reflexes, produced his sniper rifle and in one fluid motion located the target and silenced it. A brief moment of silence followed and when no other shots came, he said, "Scout. We need to be careful."

She opted to let her companion take lead since she felt like a liability without the Force to aid her. Force was absent there...and here it's jumpy. The duo walked on through the valley and after their short hike discovered a small encampment. Tag, using his scope, surveyed the site and in a hush whisper said, "I count eight bodies. The usual plan then?" The plan he was referring to was one they had used so often, and with great success. She would go down there to engage the enemy while he stayed back and picked them off.

The yellow blade emerged from the hilt and with a deep breath, she charged down toward the camp using the terrain to her advantage. As she reached the borderline of the camp, she heard the first shots and witnessed two of the enemy drop. The others, caught unaware and unprepared, scrambled to defend themselves. Pop. Pop. Tag had dropped two more and she, her yellow blade humming beside her, cut down three more as they turned to flee from whomever was picking them off. The lone enemy dropped his weapon and held up his arms. Pop. And down he went.

 

[Darth Ferus]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6-ZGAGcJrk​

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Ah yes, the Primeval. A group, much to Ferus's dismay, he had never heard of. In fact, it wasn't until he picked up on the chatter on the One Sith coms that he even knew the name. But the red man was here now, here for a simple reason. Beskar. The rare ore was something he could not pass up a chance to have, and he wasn't the only one. Aboard his ship was the one known as [member="Darth Valtryx"] , a close friend, lover even. The two had come to this planet to assist.

Dropping out of hyperspace he would call out on the open coms, for he did not know what needed to be done.

"Sith here to help. What do you need?"

[member="Ciara Jevnaker"] [member="Tyro'din"] @Chen

 

[Minna]

Sat beside Darth Ferus in a rather more relaxed fashion was Valtryx, taking no outward interest in helping the Primeval. She did not know them, nor she care for them, she only wanted Beskar. That was why she was here, under some protest, to force the planet's mines into handing over their precious resources to her. Ferus may have actual intentions to aid their 'allies', but she did not. Therefore she merely slouched in her seat, taking more interest in her red hair than the giant view of the planet in front of her.

"We better get the Beskar..." She muttered, unable to prevent herself from voicing her opinion any longer.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Of course, within the open channels themselves was a rather unique call for help. One that the Zabrak, and possibly [member="Darth Valtryx"] could not ignore. The miners were asking for help, saying that they were being taken over. That the Primeval was trying to capture and detain the miners themselves. Perfect. With a goal in mind now, the red man would guide his pilot to one of the such mines. Once they were close, he would move to the back of his ship, motioning for the female to join him.

"Detain the miners. I think we can do that, yeah? Maybe even get them to mine for us while we're here. Seems like a plan, no?" Blue eyes would drift back to the redhead, and a smile would form on his face. So far it would include torture, chaining, and possible killing. Seemed like a good date night.