[TSA] Operation Warlord's Dominion (T2 Dom for Yaga Minor and Kalee)

[Darth Osano]

Post: [17/20]
Location: Yaga Minor, Forested Wilderness - Der Unterbunker
Objective: Mind Your Own Business

Maleagant did not return any gestures, preferring to answer Lord Fa's question. "Temporary."

He might have lied if he were dealing with anyone else. That way if they came back months later to try and attack the Syndicate or rat him out to one authority or another, they would just look like idiots. Fortunately Lord Fa was not the type to deploy personnel away from the centrality to lash at the Syndicate's fortified home sectors, even if he had a reason to. Maleagant's hands shifted behind his back, where he clasped them together. As usual, his face bore all the emotional output of a blank, white wall.

"You wanted to discuss a hyperlane."

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Kalee
4/20

Truthfully he did act like a dog in tracing the scent, but that's because he didn't want to lose sight smell of the odor. He smelled the walls, the ground, whatever he could so that he kept a firm grip on the trail.

He didn't thought of the possibility that someone or something watching the duo as they navigated throughout the corridors and hallways of the tomb. It didn't entered his mind that they were probably walking into some death trap or something. He was out for blood, and only cared for killing whatever organic being awaited for them to collect whatever Points the Scorekeeper placed on it.

They past decomposed corpses of what appeared to be tomb raiders with blood already stained on the graphic walls and floor of the tomb.

Crack

Two slugs came out from the dark and one of each was aimed at the human and the Trandoshan.

[member="Vitor Avendahl"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kalee

A salvo of electromagnetic blasts from a Shadow Droid disabled one of the fleeing transports, its engines sputtering in death as the vehicle tilted down towards the blood soaked and debris filled earth. The land around the Mandalorian fortress had become a graveyard, dozens of smoldering wrecks serving as tombstones for the hundreds of lost souls that had gone down with them. The Mandalorians launched several sorties to try and break the noose that had been carefully wrapped around them, but opposition from both the ground and the air pinned down any attempts at a breakthrough. Even now there were a dozen or so groups of Mandalorians taking cover within the wreckage of their own ships, fighting tooth and nail not to be overrun or completely annihilated.

By now the great warship had positioned itself over the fortress, its massive bulk coming to a full stop as a multitude of targeting computers analyzed and selected targets directly beneath. Massive gun turrets swiveled down to take aim at those targets, their grim-faced gunners ready at the drop of a pin to take the shot that would annihilate thousands of souls.

It was only a few minutes, but to all involved it felt like hours before the order was finally given.

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A thousand different streaks of light erupted from the belly of the Blade of Fate, and like a torrential downpour of rain they descended upon the Mandalorian fortress en masse. Fortifications were obliterated in an instant, metal and stone melted to slag as the energy pierced deep into and earth and erupted with the explosive force of a geyser. Men and women were vaporized, flesh disintegrating to reveal bone before that too was blasted away into nothingness. The gunners were more than precise in their aim, and within under a minute nothing remained of the Mandalorian fortress except a smoldering crater and the graveyard of ships that surrounded it.

Those Mandalorians who were outside of the fortress survived the blast, and immediately surrendered once the grand spectacle of their brethren's annihilation had concluded. They would be taken into Imperial custody and publically executed as enemies of the state in a grand ceremony welcoming Kalee into the Ascendancy.

The Warmaster was pleased, more than pleased actually. Another bastion of the heretics had been uprooted and destroyed, and the Ascendancy would gain a valuable ally in the Kaleesh as they were reintroduced to the ways of the Sith. Before the bombardment he had deployed probe droids to record the destruction from every conceivable angle at a safe distance away from the carnage, and now those probes relayed those recordings to smaller probes that would replay the scene of annihilation in every Kaleesh village all over the globe. They would know the unrelenting strength of the Ascendancy, and would know the price of opposing them.

6/20​

 

[Zef Halo]

KALEE
5

Vitor followed hastily the Trandoshan like a houndmaster right behind him. While the latter focused on the trail the other scanned the area for any threats. Nothing at first but when the signs of decomposed bodies showed on their way, Vitor knew this was certainly not an idle place.

Immediately after, the Force told him of the future.

"Move!" The Sith shouted as he tossed himself backwards while firing a force push at his companion.

Unfortunately for Vitor, he tumbled away from the path and fell into a pit. His saving grace was a ledge protruding from the path that he grabbed upon. Otherwise, he looked below, he would've turned into a bloody mess on those pikes at the bottom of the pit.

[member="Dagorn"]​

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Post: [07/20]
Location: Yaga Minor, Forested Wilderness - Der Unterbunker
Objective: Mind Your Own Business

"Yes." With it the Thirriken moved and presumably they left the landing platform behind in pursuit of the temporary accommodations that [member="Maleagant"] had set it up within the wilderness of Yaga Minor. There was much to discuss about the logistics and possibilities of a hyperlane transit connecting two major regions of space together directly. Right now all of the traffic had to circle around through other major hyperlanes, before finally arriving at their destination.

If they managed to pull this off without too many problems, they could stand to make a killing.

Taxes, refueling costs, the increase in commerce in both zones... there was a wealth of opportunity here, if they did things the correct way here.

"We have already locked in the necessary preparations within the Corporate Sector." Not surprising, because the CSA was known for its business-friendly atmosphere. The fact that a large intergalactic trade concern wished to invest in the region only caused them to roll out the red carpet.

"But Bastion is posing troubles, we have filled for the necessary permits and put in buy-orders for space, but the bureaucracy is dragging their heels." Tai suspected they were trying to stall him, until they could get the permits and orders first, to start pushing up the prices.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Location: Yaga Minor
Objective: Make as much trouble for the Force Hunters as possible
Post: 4

Allies: [member="Satia the Cruel"] [member="Tirdarius"]

Yes, she had to admit she was having way too much fun on this mission. The Mandos were trying to salvage what they could from the supply depot, but she knew it wasn't going to be a whole lot. That sort of explosion would have attracted attention from orbit and any Sith forces nearby. One of her probe droids sent a message that the second security turret had been sabotaged as well... she could hear more shouts, and plenty of anger behind them this time. Oh lovely they seemed to have found the relay beacon.

Staying to the edge of the gathering crowd, she watched two Mandos arguing with each other, blasters involved of course, and waited to see who would do the first stupid mistake. She had picked that locker for a reason after all. Hmm, she would need to speed this along. She sent a nonverbal message that her probe droid should fire off its laser once and...

There was the sound of a blaster... and then a few more as they started shooting at each other. Yes, way too much fun.

 

[Darth Osano]

Post: [18/20]
Location: Yaga Minor, Forested Wilderness - Der Unterbunker
Objective: Mind Your Own Business

Lord Fa had already dealt with the Corporate Sector? As usual, [member="Tai Fa"] was proving himself to have a preference to the "better ask forgiveness than permission" approach. What would his plan have been if Maleagant intended to stonewall him? To throw every ounce of his influence in the Pentastar Alignment to halting to the project? The Thirriken was already at the mercy of the bureaucracy on Bastion, after all. Not out of malice or any wrongdoing on Maleagant's part, obviously. The Sith Ascendancy had rather mindlessly appointed Braxus Zambrano to the governorship. The same mindless strand of Zambrano filth that occupied the throne of Thule, the one that Maleagant suspected had ordered his nephew, the Black Iron Tyrant, to mercilessly torture to near-death the friend of Nisha Skaiyr.

Don't look surprised that this is coming up here. Maleagant Dorn remembers the score. It is etched into his being.

The Ascendancy might have given Braxus a fancy title, but the shadow of the Syndicate had fallen over Bastion long before the Ascendancy had entered the stage. If Lord Fa was being stonewalled, it was because the bureaucracy was too incompetent to function without the Syndicate to grease the wheels and sow corruption. This was what happened when you gave a Zambrano too many titles. Neglect. They were a family far better suited to brooding in garish, medieval citadels than administration. Oh, wait. Too much introspection. Lord Fa would doubtlessly notice by now that Maleagant had become completely silent for about two minutes, that the Shi'ido had gradually seethed more and more anger as time passed by. An Enforcer that had been standing next to Maleagant nudged his boss in the arm. Maleagant jerked away, scowling at the Enforcer and sending the poor man shrinking back. Most of the anger dissipated as he came back to reality.

"Right," he said. "I will handle it."

He always did.

 

[Lok Xiangu]

While his armor could have take his fair share of the attack, he didn't as he was Force Pushed from the human Sith. The reptilian picked himself up from the floor so that he could attend to his companion. Then he was greeted by humanoid creatures. All armed, tattooed, and dressed in ceremonial armor that made them the warriors that guarded the temple. There were three of them, outnumbering them by one but certainly not outmatching them.

Two of them rushed forward and the third one stood back to harass the intruders with their slugthrower. The Trandoshan reached for his Sith sword and his SMG and then fired out blaster bolts at the Kaleesh. Some made impact on the rushing guards, but whatever they were wearing protected them from lethal injuries. A hostile slug then knocked the blaster out of Dagorn's hand, forcing him to fight close quarters.

So he did. He came at one of the rushing guards and sword and sword met each other. The second guard would go and see if Vitor fell to his fate. These guards apparently had garnered lots of experience as they probably had dealt with lucky survivors evading their death traps.

[member="Vitor Avendahl"]

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Kalee
Objective: Bring to heel

Post: 9


The forces that were gathered by Kaalia spread out in the trees according to [member="Krest"]'s plan, one Darvan agreed with. The young man had joined the others in their position as the woman returned to the Sith Lord. "My troops are in position to strike. The Force Hunters will have nowhere to go." There was a smirk on her face, knowing that soon the end of many of people who saw her as nothing but a target would come.

After the young Knight got into position herself the show started, a rain of deadly beams crashing down onto the stronghold of the Force Hunters. It did not take long for the people who were inside to start pouring out into the jungles, but unfortunately for them they had nowhere to run. As warning shots took down a number of the ones who were running in front Kaalia barked a simple order, "halt, or you will meet your end just the same." Where some did not believe in surrender and continued running, only to be taken out like the others who were now dead, most decided to comply. "On your knees, hands behind your head."

After they all did as they were told the redhead jumped down from the tree she was in, a devilish smile plastered on her face. "Did you really think your oppression of the Kaleesh and your downright barbaric quest to hunt down wielders of the Force would go unpunished forever? You will all pay for your crimes, without exception."

 

[Darth Ferus]

There was something always impressive about an orbital bombardment. War was fought on many fronts, with ship against ship, man against man, and it was always a bloody struggle for victory. But as the massive streaks of green buried themselves into the stronghold of the Force Hunters it came to be a casual reminder that there were weapons that could turn a struggle into the easiest job.

A hushed silence fell over Krest and his Kaleesh as they stared at the sudden and complete destruction of the building. Men and women who used rifles and swords stood in awe at such perfect violence. The might of the Ascendancy. The power they could be part of. Victory cries resounded off through the woods as the surviving Force Hunters stumbled into the forest and surrendered.

Krest himself would step beside [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] , gently placing a hand on her shoulder. "It is for the Kaleesh to decide their fate now." No sooner did he say that as his own general beheaded one of the Force Hunters. Another resounded cry sounded off as the rest executed their prisoners.

The lesson would be painted in blood for all to remember. The Kaleesh do not forgive.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kalee

The battle, for all intents and purposes, was over.

The Mandalorians had been successfully routed, the survivors of the orbital bombardment were being detained at this very moment and loaded onto hover-sleds to be taken to Kaleela. There they would be stripped of all honor, of all dignity, before being paraded before the tumultuous crowd of Imperials and Kaleesh alike in a triumph not dissimilar from those seen in the greatest heydays of the Galactic Empire. The banners of the Ascendancy would fly from the highest structures as starfighters streaked through the air to release a trail of colored blue, red, and black smoke.

In front of the whole procession was the Warmaster himself, surrounded by the other Imperials and Sith who had paid a pivotal role in the annihilation of the Force Hunter army on Kalee. Among them were some natives as well, tribal chiefs and other war leaders that had pledged themselves to the Imperial cause. Many chose to wear their tribal garb, but there were a scant few who adopted the Imperial uniform with gusto and wore the gray tunic with pride. The procession moved down the main thoroughfare of Kaleela before finally arriving at the foot of the city's great temple where a stage had been elevated and several electroguillotines were arranged near the front.

The sleds were backed up to the far end of the stage and the prisoners were escorted out and lined up at the electroguillotines. The Warmaster stood tall in front of them, a quick rallying speech given before the executions began in earnest. Soldiers with electrostaffs activated the machines that separated head from shoulder, and would take their time in holding up the severed head before the assembled crowd as the body was moved towards the front and thrown over onto the ground. The head would then be tossed to someone in the crowd, usually an over-enthusiastic Kaleesh. This would continue until all of the prisoners that had been designated for death were executed, the smell of death and blood filling the square as their bodies began to rot in the scorching Kaleesh sun.

Kalee belonged to the Sith once again.

7/20​

 

[Darth Ferus]

The war was won, but the hunt had only just began. The stronghold of the Force Hunters was their main base of operation, and with Kalee falling under Ascendancy rule the skies had become a death trap for any of the renegade Mandalorians and left them trapped on a hostile planet. So they dug their feet in and resorted to a gorilla war against the combined might of the Kaleesh natives and the Ascendancy army.

Krest lead one of these smaller groups, preferring to take with him [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] , [member="Lark"] , and the trusted Kaleesh generals and their trusted warriors as a warband. Grevianna stood beside him with several new trophies lining her clothing. Pieces of Mandalorian steel ripped from the corpses of those she had slaughtered formed another 'bead' necklace around her neck, and the blood of the same dead was used to stain her bone mask red.

"The scouts report another outpost up ahead. They are heavily armed and constantly on watch for a possible strike. Several guards are posted to keep an eye out, often with two or three watching the same area."

"Paranoid."

"Yeah, seems like it."

The elder Zabrak let a smile form on his lips as he thought on the report. "Lark, you've only just arrived. As fresh eyes, what say you on how we approach this?"

 

[Lark]

Lark wandered around the celebrations on Kalee, of which he had no desire or right to partake in. He had only just arrived, after all. Soldier both from the Ascendancy and Kaleesh tribes shouted as Force Hunters were executed without mercy, their belongings taken as trophies. The act was rather barbarous, but the Kaleesh warriors were well known for their skill in battle. Despite their savagery, they would make strong allies for future conquests. Lark walked past the blood and gore, empty eyes cast towards the ground not out of disgust, but out of disinterest.

He finally found Krest, who was the whole reason he was here. He had been called in to assist the battle-worn troops in purging the remaining Force Hunters off the face of the jungle world. He nodded to [member="Krest"] and [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] in greeting, the latter of whom he had never met, joining the and several others as the Zabrak led a small patrol around the area. He heard of how there was a nearby outpost under the control of the Force Hunters, well-armed and heavily guarded.

Lark thought for a moment after Krest asked him how he believed the situation should be approached. "We rule the skies," he said. "If we strike from the heavens the Hunters would be powerless to strike back. However, if the dense foliage shrouds the exact location of the outpost, that approach would be entirely ineffective. Ambushes are assured, whether it be mines hidden under leaves or snipers hidden in trees. They will see us before we see them. If we wish to expunge them in haste, we would be forced to suffer casualties from these hit-and-run attacks." The truth was Lark didn't care about casualties sustained, at least from an emotional point of view. But it was worth considering regardless. "We could always burn them out. Set the jungle aflame, forcing them to abandon their spots of ambush. Should they retreat towards their outpost, the pillars of smoke will obscure our approach. Or we could force them to slowly choke on the noxious fumes, and slaughter those who run into the haze."

It wasn't the most environmentally friendly approach, and he wasn't sure how attached the Kaleesh were to their forests. But Krest had asked for an idea, and he had gotten Lark's hellish response. He looked up to the group with a friendly gleam in his eyes and a gentle stance. "Just my suggestion," he said placidly.

 

[Orion Darkstar]

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Post # 6​

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The young acolyte was the very thing that children feared in the dark. A monster slithering about the crowd in the pitch black. he wouldn't need his most prominent weapon here, instead his body would do the work. He viciously wrapped his arm around the neck of the first threat and a light snap dropped the petty officer to the ground. One by one they fell, Orion; a snatcher of souls. He was their fated string cutter as he reach the very last. A sudden displacement of the guards arm twisted wrongfully, before a slight scream shook the crowd. Dealing with it in an orderly fashion, Orion slammed him palm into the throat of the crying man, just before slipping a tiny dagger into his chest. The man fell like all the rest, a sack of meat delicately placed about the cold floor.​

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Just as Orion had ordered, the troopers followed through. They too took lived before alarming the crowd below. Just as the lights turned back on the crowd of people looked confused. Unaware of what took place in the dark. Orion knew someone would notice eventually, it wasn't a matter of how, but when. Rustling them up before they had a chance to cause chaos, Orion lifted his arm. A circular motion stirring in the air. It was a signal, the second team of troops that were left in the hallway, moved in as they began to detain the workers and pilots. It was executed quickly and before anyone could resist, they were already lined up, ready to be tied up.​

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Orion turned to face them all, walking down the line of misfit casuals. Many of them disgusted him, living a life of labor and ignorance. Regardless of what he thought, the engineers and mechanics had to remain alive. The killing was done, at least for now. With his hands behind his back he continued to walk in front of them. Until, he stopped. his menacing mask peering into the heart of a nervous worker, except his outfit seemed different from the rest. The lines in his attire reminded Orion of those back on The Black Crow. The IT guys back on the ship wore close to the same thing, besides the evident insignia of the Sith Ascendancy. Orion grinned, this man would take him to the commander.​

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"While most of you may not understand why or what is happening, you must realize that when a bigger, better, faster...stronger power comes along, you kneel." Orion paused, his head bowing as if giving another order. In unison the people before him fell to their knees, helped by the troopers behind them, kicking the back of their tendons. "I am not the bad guy here, in fact you'll be paid way more than you ever were before i arrived. Co-operate and no one, not even you." He stopped pointing at the nervous It man before him. "You'll each be questioned by my astute team, any information regarding the whereabouts of the control room would be a gracious action and in turn, may earn you extra credits." Orion had to appeal to the entire crowd, where mercenaries were, they always wanted cash. "Still, I will not promise anything..."​

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Orion turned away looking at the ships in each respective place. he smiled, only one more thing needed to be done. He turned to the nervous fellow and grabbed him, dragging him away. Just as he was about to vanish behind the cusp of the door, he turned to the rest of them and nodded. The troopers quickly began to tie them all up, stragglers or resistance wouldn't be acceptable.​

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Orion glared at the man as he tossed him to the ground in the hallway. The vibrant lights snapped back on thanks to their presence. It was funny how a man of such intelligence could cower so blindingly quick. Even so, Orion waited before questioning the whelp and patched over to Lt. Addley.​

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"This is Orion Darkstar, agent of the Ascendancy. I've got the entire shipyard almost under control. Please relay this to those in charge up there. I'm working on finding the commander right now, over and out."​

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His voice went dead and as he bent in to grab the man cowering on the floor, he breathed in deeply. Assured that the man would break, he lifted the man to his feet. Torture would be a waste for such a meat bag, instead Orion would force it out of him. A bright yellow glazed over Orion's eyes as he slowly moved the dagger near the edge of the man's neck.​

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"Speak."​

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"Sir! It's Orion. He has almost all personnel within his grasp, he's simply waiting to get full control through the commander on the Orbital Station. He requested we let the higher ups know, immediately. Do I have permission sir."​

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Churchill sighed. With every loss came a silver lining. In his moment of absolute silence he gave the order.​

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"Permission Granted."​

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The captain turned to Lt. Addley and grinned.​

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"You're lucky he's alive. Your insubordination, got one of our own killed today. Leave at once, we'll take from here."​

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Addley had to do it, whether the captain liked it or not. Orion was never one to kill his own people, but even disobeying a direct order from an acolyte of Master Krest's could have meant worse. He slammed the file in his hand down onto the counter nearby and turned away. Before leaving he spoke one last word.​

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"Sorry.."​

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[member="Felix Hardy"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Satia the Cruel"] | [member="Helix Syndicate"] | [member="Krest"] | [member="Drios Rapux"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Lark"] | [member="Norin Kellarov"] | [member="Tirdarius"] | [member="Darth Mara"]​

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Gas or fire. Grevianna, you know these jungles. Which do you find more effective?" Now his gaze would move from [member="Lark"] to the Kaleesh general. She would stay quiet for some time as she thought on the idea. "Fire seems more fitting for these cowards. Burn them." All around the small war band soldiers from the Ascendancy pulled out incendiary grenades, some of which were given to the Kaleesh warriors. "We'll move close enough to set these off. Lark, Kaalia, we'll aid the throws to make sure they go where they need to. Keep your heads down." A swift nod came from the vastly different soldiers as they hefted their rifles and fell in line.

"Move!"

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"]