We Come For Booty (Dominion Dom of Chiloon Rift and Irn)

[Klesta]

Location: Irn
Objective: Act as a strategic reserve for the Dominion
Post: 8/38

A few days have passed since the defeat of the pirate nest on Irn. The C-9980s were relieved by the first two Duquesne-class units in the Dominion navy, the Duquesne proper and the Necessity. Also, additional escorts are assigned to the Mateus, which remains the flagship assigned to Irn. The rapid expansion of the Dominion brought several equally rapid military changes in the chain of command of the starfighter corps: Yula was the newly-designated commanding officer of the 7th Division, with 16 squadrons under her command. Also, reinforcements have arrived for the fleet, with Julie Jutland assuming command over all naval forces on Irn, with the remaining craft flown in from Ession. Rumors placed the but Yula, and even Julie, both knew that, while the main fighting force was busy dealing with the Primeval in the Chiloon Rift, it was wise to have someone secure their backs on Irn, if the Primeval could somehow muster a force large enough to pose a serious threat on Irn. While, of course, the Javelin HVCs could do a job at picking off larger ships, for the smaller craft, smaller-caliber equipment is required.

"Here are the new instructions... Major General"

"What news?"

"You have 16 squadrons under your command, this is the entirety of the 7th Division as it currently stands"

"Ground reinforcements? The Javelin HVCs are unfortunately of limited use: too large-caliber to be effective against stuff other than cruisers and larger from the surface"

"Jessica will come to reinforce our positions on Irn's surface: several squadrons of tanks, several squadrons of anti-aircraft vehicles, infantry, but the Primeval is not expected to come with artillery. They fight like the Sith Order used to, with the difference being that they could possibly rely on air support whereas the SO did not"

Spoiler: Fleet

Capital ships:

Mateus (Mateus-class fleet carrier)
Vonium (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser)
Tricestium (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser)
Duquesne (Duquesne-class heavy frigate)
Necessity (Duquesne-class heavy frigate)
Capacitor (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate)
Fuel Cell (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate)

Attack craft:

10 Yutan fighter-bombers
120 TIE Advanced X1s
60 TIE Reavers

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Objective: What is a God to a rock?
Allies: The Dominion
Foes: The Primeval - [member="Aria Vale"], [member="Vaylin"]
Gear: See signature.
Post: [02/20]

"Alegar," Judas barked, "Fetch me my things. It's time we get a little personal."

The Subcommander flashed the man a toothy sneer, barking a quick, guttural reply in his native tongue before complying with the request. Judas trailed the warrior, watching as the Children of the Yun'o carried out their duties. Battle chants resounded down pulsating corridors, snarling and grunting cries sounded from the holding pens. It was a cacophony of pain and obedience, born of the True Way.

As Alegar meticulously aided his Commander in adorning the Vonduun skerr kyrric, the man being fitted for it halted all motion with the raising of his hand. He wanted the arm plate left off - for now.

He strode forward to the wall, where his beautiful beasts resided. The tsaisi magnus pulsated in a deep red whilst the kraetos rumbled with an insatiable hunger daring to reach a breaking point. He knew their hunger was painful, he knew it drove them to crazed frenzies. Ever conscious of the poisons that seeped from the magnus's blade, Judas drew a coufee and neared both of the beautiful weapons. The organic blade pressed against his forearm and in one quick motion, he tore open his forearm for them.

Muscle, sinew, and blood seeped from the wound. Judas ground his teeth together, his ragged veins sending the crimson liquid out in sporadic bursts.

Then he raised his arm in a heart-pounding, painful motion until it was right above both of these beauties. Pretty little creatures they were. Dark crimson crept down his arm, dribbling off of his elbow until they plunked right into the snapping mouths of the amphistaffs, Arkanian heads, or upon the blade of the magnus. It was a tithe of blood, an offering of sacrifice to these creations of Yun-Ne'Shel. If he would endure the pain for them, then they would endure and stand fast for him.

Slowly, as the two creations consumed their fill of nutrient-rich blood, the wound began to close. Cords of sinew bound together, muscle repaired itself, and those same sliced veins began to reassemble their cellular structure.

Once it had largely healed from the sacrifice, he replaced the forearm portion and turned back to face Alegar.

"Do-ro'ik Vong pratte."

 

[Vaylin]

Objective: Reboot the Primeval
Allies: The Primeval - [member="Judas Foster"]
Enemies: The Dominion
Gear: Lightsaber | Armor

If Vaylin were honest, she still wasn't quite use to being off Dxun. Sure, [member="Aria Vale"] had taken her to several places since; to get her reacquainted with the galaxy, some new clothes and armor - which led to her initial learning of the Primeval. That in itself had been an experience, learning of gods and such. But it hadn't sunk its roots in her just yet, as there certainly hadn't been any deities during her years in the predator-filled jungles. Beyond that though, the most important thing Aria had seen to was getting Vaylin a new lightsaber. Her old one; the last physical reminder of her past Jedi ties had been destroyed in the ensuring battle that had occured between the two on their first meeting. It had ultimately been nothing more than a tool by that point, but the loss had been an admitted blow to her.

It had been a useful tool. And apparently she wasn't half bad using it, if Aria's insistence of her forging a new one was anything to go by.

At her Master's words, Vaylin simply turned her head in that direction saying nothing. It was indication enough that she was listening, while also keeping one eye towards the window. Ever since she had departed Dxun, Vaylin had an urge to explore - but for now she'd continue at her Master's side.

Once they had finally landed, Vaylin was quick in following Aria, ensuring she was only steps away from her. Vaylin mirrored her actions - took the moment to survey the area before them, her eyes shifting around like a hawk looking for its prey.

She gave Aria a nod at first, then a bestial grin creeped across her face at the mention of fighting.

"Oh, I certainly shall."

 

[Zef Halo]

Port Menicha​

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Chiloon Rift​

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Asteroids nonchalantly floated within the colorful nebula of the Chiloon Rift. The serenity of it had Vitor succumb into the free flow of the Force. Mundane thoughts of the crew perfectly fitted the calm theme of the Rift. Yet, the deeper he went into it, the more Avendahl could feel the tendrils of darkness.

Something, somewhere out there was in complete opposition to the natural flow of the galaxy.

It reeked of the Dark Side.

Vitor snapped out of the trance. The tranquil silence replaced with the clicking of buttons, the buzzing of electronics and the near silent feet of Lord Fa approaching him.

"Understood, Lord Fa." He glanced at the Thirriken shortly before turning his eyes at the viewport where Port Manicha materialized. It was time to dock.

Perhaps in Tai Fa's head would spring the question of why Vitor still called him with the title ahead of his name.

Well, the answer was simple.

Nations came and went, corporations could be destroyed and even money could be lost. But personal achievements, reputation, power in its most abstract and integral form?

That was always here to stay.

Nations came and went, corporations could be destroyed and even money could be lost. But personal achievements, reputation, power in its most abstract and integral form?

That was always here to stay.

[member="Tai Fa"]​

 

[Isaac Rennek]

PORT MENICHA
CHILOON RIFT

Another day another mission. Vanja was now in the business in taking out slavers and pirates, a business with many opportunities thanks to keeping the company of Tai Fa. There were other duties, things expected of her, but these two groups of people had become the target of Vanja's vendetta. It all tied into her history and own experiences. Petty, perhaps. But whatever her motivation may have been, she made the Galaxy a better place for it.

Rodents need not fester and contaminate the air.

She had other pursuits. Simply wishing to abolish slavery would accomplish nothing. She needed to train, become stronger, a more efficient warrior to bring forth prosperity and stability, of the sort that Tai Fa promoted. Even then, seeing slavery end would not happen in her life time. It likely would never happen at all. It was but a dream. But a fun dream, worth pursuing. Even dents in such decadent establishments meant the world to some people.

Would she end the so-called 'business' of some of these two-legged rodents today? Maybe. She didn't know. They were going somewhere. Doing something. Her briefing had been minimal. For the better part of their journey she had isolated herself, dedicating her time to lightsaber practice of an intensity and passion she never before had.

A pirate had disarmed her a few weeks back. He likely would've killed her if not for Tai Fa's intervention. That would not do. Stronger. Always growing.

After wrapping up another intense training session and subsequent shower, she got dressed and moved to look for Tai Fa on the bridge. They'd be arriving soon, she imagined. Where to today? Chiloon Rif? Okay. Never heard of it. Whatever, should be fun.

| [member="Tai Fa"] | [member="Vitor Avendahl"] |​

 

[Placeholder 0128]

Objective: Battle Med, pick up on FUs
Allies: [member="Judas Foster"], [member="Yula Knezevic"], [member="Soeht"], [member="Bartic Myth'rand"], [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"], [member="Drox Fuga"], [member="Abraxas"], @Ra'a'mah, [member="Alyson Halle"], [member="Dune Rhur"], [member="Audren Sykes"], [member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Audren Sykes"]
Enemies: Primeval I suppose. Force Sensitives within the Rift: [member="Vanja Del'Vaan"], [member="Vitor Avendahl"], [member="Vaylin"], [member="Boethiah"], [member="Aria Vale"], [member="Tai Fa"], [member="The Slave"],

"Master Rhur," his voice was like a ship's death song, "I have a tasking for you."

Quietly, the Archlord rose to his feet. With arms folded behind the small of his back, he began to stride the length of the bridge. The Acerbitas was a massive behemoth of a vessel, and striding down the length of her bridge could take quite a few minutes. Instead, Cedric walked near the edge of the railing, and gestured for the Bith Jedi Master to follow with an inclination of his head.

"I've received multiple reports of numerous unknown entities appearing within the Chiloon Rift. As you know, we've been clearing it of its pirate hovels and places of ill repute. I left that task to [member="Judas Foster"] and Director Myth'rand, and while they've been quite successful, something irks me."

His brow furrowed, the harsh red lights of a nearby console casting his features in an angry shade of crimson. "As well, I felt something...off. I have recalled the majority of our supply vessels and set our fighters on patrol patterns. Irn is safe, but Chiloon..."

The youth shook his head.

"I cannot be sure, and perhaps I am jumping at shadows, but now is the time to be overly careful than overly lax. Lord Fuga and many others have stated sighting of vessels unknown to us, and considering we've disarmed the majority of the Rift's pirating population, I fear there may be something more sinister at work. I'm sure you know of the cults we've had to deal with lately? They used to be a greater force that called themselves the Primeval."

Cedric gave a quiet, hollow laugh. "Gone for many years now. Wiped out by their own ineptitude. Unfortunately, like any malignant growth, they've cropped up again. Not in any meaningful way, mind you, but they used to hold this territory. I know it is not the pirates moving through the Rift now. They fear us, and rightfully so, no," he shook his head. "I believe these savages may be rising once again."

Aware and uncaring of the men below eavesdropping, Cedric turned bodily toward Dune. Lacking his mask and with his cowl drawn low, he looked remarkably like his parents in the light of the bridge. "They would lack the resources to cause any real trouble for us, but I would prefer this cancer stamped out before it grows, if it is even here in the first place. I would like you to fly for the Rift. A Jedi Master could truly discern what is going on within its depths. Reach out with the force, and tell me what you see."

A pale hand came to rest upon Dune's shoulder. "I am entrusting this to you, Master Rhur. I trust in your judgement."

With that, Cedric would turn to return to his meditation sphere. Once arriving, he settled down into his seat, his mind interlinking with the might of the Acerbitas. He sensors became his eyes, her comms his ears. A number of messages had been sent his way, but he prioritized something else entirely.

"[member="Vorian Adasca"], [member="Abraxas"]," the Archlord's voice chimed through the two Sith's comms. "I need you to check on the Seed of Rage. Things are amiss, and I would prefer that it were secure."

He expected little by way of trouble aboard his own Dreadnought, but then it always paid to cover all your bases no matter how trivial the threat.

"[member="Judas Foster"]," the comm switched to his warrior out in the field. "I've reports from numerous assets in and near the Rift that we've more company. Assess the threat and wipe them out if they prove to be trouble. Inform me if you need assistance."

Then, to [member="Drox Fuga"], "The Acerbitas and her cohort are and will be remaining in orbit of Irn. We have the world locked down for now until this unseen threat has passed. There are too many people on Irn to risk leaving it unattended while the PDF is still off its feet. Keep the void between here and the Rift clear of vessels that are not our own. Report any suspicious activity you may come across, and be prepared to offer assistance to Foster within the Rift should he need it."

Gray eyes drifted shut. Cedric's consciousness floated into the realm of the ethereal. His own capabilities were significantly bolstered by the power of the meditation sphere. His will extended beyond Irn, for the men of Irn did not need him now, out to the Rift. It meshed with the familiar minds of his associates, using them almost as beacons to jump off of. His presence was like the hand of one's parent upon their shoulder: a reassurance that all would be well.

Still, he was not expending such effort to comfort the Dominion's men within the rift. His presence scoured onward, searching for flickers of black in a sea of gray. Non-force sensitives were little more than a backdrop, but Cedric knew of every Jedi and every Sith within the Rift's detachment. He searched for the fonts of power that marked those he did not know, for those would be the ones that offered trespass. The force was more powerful than any radar, and here in the sphere, Cedric's will was, as he had described it, indomitable.

One could certainly sense him scouring the Rift for souls, for such an act was an obvious one. Even still, if there was anyone with a particularly strong connection within the Rift that was not of his own people, the Archlord would likely feel them, especially if they were gathered into groups.

 

[Dune Rhur]

Dune had to concur with Cedric. Something did feel very odd about this recent mission. Where there should of been stillness in the Force there were ripples. It was possible Foster and Myth'rand had missed a certain group of pirates.

He nodded at the request and turned on his heel. The Acerbitas was a large vessel and it took several minutes before the Jedi reached the main hangar bay. Personnel guarding the entrance waved him in right away. They knew him by sight and he'd been expected.

Passing by the rifle-toting marines he came into the hubbub of the bay. It was organized chaos on a military scale. The efficiency in which the Dominions techs, droids and pilots moved never failed to impress him. All of them moved as if it were a choreographed ballet.

All the time starfighters were launching and returning. Some were being refueled and torpedoes loaded on weapons racks. Some were rolling back into their slots and others were taxiing for take off into the yawning blackness of space.

He moved towards the left where a Jedi-class stealth starfighter was having final preparations made. As he approached the human female crew chief saluted. Droids and technicians pulled away as they finished their tasks. He nodded to her and stopped for the formality of the handover that was a military tradition as old as propeller-driven airplanes.

"Everything is ready for you, Master Rhur," she reported "Take good care of her and bring her back in one piece."

"Excellent work, Chief. I plan to do just that," he said with a grin.

With the hand-off done he climbed up into the open cockpit and shut the canopy. Methodically the Bith went about powering-up and warmed the engines for his departure. That done eased the yoke forward and right so that he could begin to taxi for launch...

Allies: [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Vorian Adasca"] [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] [member="Judas Foster"] [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"] [member="Drox Fuga"] [member="Abraxas"] [member="Alyson Halle"] @Ra'a'mah [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Audren Sykes"] and any other Dominion personell or allies
Enemies: The Primeval and any of their allies
Objective: Investigate the Chilloon Rift and report

 

[Jairus Starvald]

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Port Menicha​

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Chiloon Rift​

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[member="Vanja Del'Vaan"]​

[member="Vitor Avendahl"]​

The shadowport positively dwarfed their ship by a factor hundred if not more.

It reminded him Validusia to a degree, but where the naval station now serving as Humbarine's main supply point was all sleek, smooth lines and imperial values, Port Menicha was something entirely else. It dominated the scene, its shape a humanoid skull on a scale that boggled the mind. It was all sharp and menacing and acid burning against your senses, at first Tai assumed that it was simply a construct made by sentients... centuries ago.

But now he was wondering if some of the tales had been true after all.

Was this the last remnant of some ancient god? It's head hollowed out and now serving as a base of operations for little mortals, while he was silently sleeping. Tai wondered what would happen if the god ever woke. His body gone, his head crawling with sentient ants, overrunning his every edge with their activity.

"Vanja." the Thirriken greeted patiently, once he noticed the doors hissing open and revealing the twi'lek apprentice. "You have met Vitor already."

A brief nod towards his former apprentice and current Knight of the Sith.

"The landing protocols have been engaged already. I have hired a private bay, where we can further discuss our plans, before we engage Menicha in truth."

Through the view port they could witness the reveal of Menicha's inner works.

It was beautiful in its own right.

 

[Lethia Morow]

Location: Fairline, Irn.​

Objective: Rekindle the Faith, Embolden the Faithful​

Equipment: Sacrificial Dagger, EE-3 Blaster Carbine, Tattered Robes​

Allies: The Primeval and Sympathizers​

Enemies: Dominion Presence on Irn​

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It had been years since the people of Irn had bent to the Will of the Gods.

In the time they had been free, many - most, in fact - had abandoned the Way.

Two Galactic Standard Months ago, Lethia Morow had been given a task by her betters. A simple task, but an important one nonetheless. Travel to Irn, integrate as best she could, and spread a message:

The Faithful had not been forgotten. The Primeval was soon to return.

Slowly but surely, those that still served the Old Gods found their way to Lethia.

The first to come was a band of savages from the province of Blackhold, who had, after some aggressive persuasion, oh-so-graciously offered their stronghold as a temple.

Men and women from all walks of life began to trickle in soon after; farmers from the Fairline, spoiled sons and daughters hailing from the city of Irnfall, blood crazed lunatics from Grenshire. Whoever they had been before mattered not, only what they would do in the service of the Three and the One.

The day the Primeval arrived in the Rift, Lethia's militia hit a small farming town on the Fairline.

The poor bastards never saw it coming.

Buildings were reduced to rubble. Crops were burned and the land was salted. Every man and woman who refused to join was gunned down, and the children - those that survived the initial wave of slaughter - were taken by the attackers, to be raised in the faith or, if necessary, used as shields in the next assault. And in case the slaughter was not a clear enough message on its own, Lethia's congregation had left a gift in the town square.

A banner, ten feet tall and fluttering proud in the wind.

 

[Zef Halo]

Port Menicha​

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Chiloon Rift​

The doors slid wide open for the new face to join the Sith on the bridge. Avendahl's eyes shifted from the colorful viewport that represented the inside of Port Menicha to the blue-skinned twi'lek. Lord Fa's new apprentice. He gave her a curt nod before the Thirikken began briefing them on what they were to do.

A soft tremor shook the bridge signalling the successful docking of the ship.

"Excellent." The businessman said and headed towards the exit of the ship.

"What risks do we face here?" He inquired politely as hatch slid open revealing ramp going down.

[member="Tai Fa"] | [member="Vanja Del'Vaan"]​

 

[Darth Eversor]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pNkQMtZAMAw


"I need you to check on the Seed of Rage. Things are amiss, and I would prefer that it were secure."

Abraxas shifted his eyes up and turned his head over his right shoulder, overcome with the sense that something was awry. As if someone was where they much rather shouldn't be.

Accessing the comm system within his helmet, the Sith gave confirmation regarding the task. "Affirmative, en route to Dread Seed's location."

Irritability swelled within Abraxas' very ego as a Sith, as it was a natural occurrence for not only himself, but many-a follower of the Dark Side that understood when things were awry. A sneaking suspicion dawned on the warrior, and it only made him seethe with distaste for whom he assumed responsible for his ill temperament as of now. Though a commonality among the Sith to betray one another, or to lie, it was typically quite the mess that just aroused quicker fates along with increased drama.

But the bottom line was that Abraxas despised liars, and what's more, a liar whom dared to mock the Epicanthix and think to chance upon a clean getaway.

Not on the time of the former executioner, not in years to come.

Upon trekking to the epicenter of where the Archlord detected an oddity, a familiar presence could be sensed. And now the irritability was replaced with a firm, fixed hatred. Abraxas reached for the hilt of his lightsaber and activated it, the electronic hiss of the crimson blade coming to life resonated with its wielder's soon-to-be fury.

There would be no mercy, no discussion. The time for any sympathy whether it be for kin or struggle was null and void.

"...Stop now, or be crushed like the insect you are..."

Through the Force, Abraxas spoke bitterly.

"...Face me now, coward."

[member="Antherion"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Vorian Adasca"] | [member="Judas Foster"] | [member="Dune Rhur"]

 

[Isaac Rennek]

Vanja stepped onto the bridge and surveyed the scene before her. Taking note of the company, she returned the nod to Vitor before turning her attention to Tai. Her bow to him was subtle, though clearly indicating to whom she answered.

She didn't say anything, she didn't feel like it. Nor was her input really required. They were discussing strategy. Or more likely Tai Fa was informing them on what would most likely happen. Vanja would listen, and consider this her briefing.

Meanwhile she did not stand at attention like a soldier might when talked to by her superior officer. Instead she wandered seemingly endlessly, so as to position her to stare out at the space station surrounding them. It was huge in size and impressive to look at.

The travelling was not lost on her. Her life very well could've been slaved away on Ryloth, one planet, but instead she was travelling the Galaxy and seeing things everywhere. Taking a moment to enjoy the beauty of the world seemed like the right thing to do.

They'd talk. She'd listen. Probably. And then they'd act. That was the part she was looking forward to.

| [member="Tai Fa"] | [member="Vitor Avendahl"] |​

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Irn
Allies: Dominion
Enemies: Primeval [member="Lethia Morow"]
Gear: Lightsaber, armor
Objective: Hunt down the Primeval

"General, we have arrived on Irn: a little late, to be sure, but we still have Primeval guys to hunt down" the landing craft captain told Jessica.

"Better late than never. Anyhow, we'd better not land the entire force at once. We must fortify Irnfall with the initial force we have: we must set up roadblocks at strategic choke points inside the capital, manned with machineguns as well as missile troops, as well as snipers hidden inside buildings. Set up some fighter patrols around Fairhold, but keep the bombers in reserve on the ground until enemy formations are sighted. The priority here is to locate the Primeval base and soften up enemy anti-aircraft once the enemy base has been located; we shall conduct a bombing run afterward"

Jessica's transport only recently reverted back to realspace. Wearing the laminanium armor for the first time, Jessica embarked on her first sortie as a ground commander since Agamar. News of the Primeval attacking the Chiloon Rift reached her, and she made haste from Glyss, bringing in tow what troops the Dominion could assemble to cover their backs on Irn. Also, loaded to help ensure the defense of Irnfall are a complement of Kaeshana light hypervelocity cannons, mounted to help in the anti-aircraft defenses of the planetary capital; the enemy will attempt to capture the capital at some point. The Primeval is on the move, she thought, but she knows better than to assume that the Primeval's invasion protocol is anything like the Sith Order's, beyond the absence of artillery. Here Jessica was given a map of Irnfall as well as a map of the planet so that she could set up her field headquarters somewhere in downtown Irnfall. Moments before the troop complement sent in to reinforce the positions on Irn could land, Jessica decided to address the troops embarked on the ship's PA system.

"Today is the last day of the Primeval! They have destroyed the galaxy's spaceports, they have committed countless massacres for far too long! We must put an end to these atrocities! For the Dominion!"

"For the Dominion!"

With that said, the army deployed with ruthless efficiency, setting up roadblocks along intersections between major thoroughfares, and also at other strategic choke points as identified by the municipal authorities; Jessica, however, decided to stay in the forward command center, which was being set up with haste in the city hall inside the city council chambers. She stood ready to draw a lightsaber or to use the Force at ranges that would be best described as short range in a blaster context. About thirty minutes later, the Kaeshana anti-aircraft guns are in position to cover the main areas of the city susceptible to be targeted by enemy aircraft (and even if there wasn't any aircraft, these things would still be useful to provide anti-infantry suppressive fire).

"Anti-aircraft emplacements in position, general"

"The Primeval army is on the move"

Spoiler: Troop composition

Aircraft (stationed in Irnfall):

48 TIE Advanced X1s
24 TIE Reavers

Ground vehicles:

36 Zamboni minesweeping main battle tanks
12 T3-B anti-aircraft vehicles

Infantry:

2100 Dominion troopers
Gear:

• Zevronce Peacekeeper Armor
• RX-329 Blaster Rifle
• Assasin Sidearm (sidearm)
• Korriban heavy machineguns (3 for every 100 men)

100 Dominion snipers
Gear:

• Zevronce Peacekeeper Armor
• Snips Sniper Blaster
• Assasin Sidearm (sidearm)

100 missile troopers
Gear:

• Zevronce Peacekeeper Armor
• MiniMan PTL missile launchers
• Assasin Sidearm (sidearm)

 

[Riamah]

Having been charged with making a camp for those injured in battle, Ra was prepared for the incoming causalities. However, not long after getting everything arranged, the comms started going nuts over the almost full destruction of Fairline. Only some children were kept alive, those were being as meatshields. At the thought of harming children on purpose, Ra's anger at the Primeval rose and she stalked around the camp with it practically boiling off her. Anybody not occupied with something slunk away from her approach and she glared at each of them, they quickly found themselves something to do instead of facing her angry wrath.

Knowing her allies in the Dominion weren't going to know her exact location, she ordered a beacon to be set out showing them where to land. A place for them to call a safe haven and mobilize from. She knew they would come for this and prepared herself.

 

[Placeholder 0129]

Objective: Purge
Allies: [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], Ra, [member="Causstik Rahn"]
Enemies: [member="Lethia Morow"]
Location: Fast-Approaching Fairline


Irn had begun to prosper in its tenure within the Dominion.

A seat in the senate had been set aside by its newly united peoples, and a factory from the famed CEC was planned to help further industrialize the world once things had settled down. Quality of life had gone up drastically after the Seed of Rage was removed and the open followers of the Primeval's dead religion had been culled.

Civilization had come to Irn, and now a few savages were trying to take it away again.

The fact that the Primeval were so brazen about their pseudo-conquest might have been appalling, were it not foolish. The space around the Dominion hosted elements of the crusading fleet, and while there may have been reservations about sending providing CAS, these new conquerors had done the job of removing moral obligation from the equation.

It was thus that Warchief Owazza and his warband rode upon the town Fairline. Known for his savagery and utter disregard for the obstacles often mounting against him, Owazza was a bit of a war hero within the Dominion. Those that joined his warband did so knowing that they had signed up for almost certain death, yet even greater glories. Over the past month or so, the Warchief and his cohort had been put to work culling Irn of its more savage principalities.

Those that raped and pillaged their way across Irn had been put to the sword. They had been given no quarter, no time for surrender, for the Warchief was not the type to take prisoners. Irn's embrace of law, order, and democracy had been shaped by his bloodied claws.

And now another far larger group of the savages had razed one of Owazza's favorite little farming towns to the dirt.

The Warlord had considered simply bombing the place. The enemy horde had revealed itself, and there were very few places to hide in the farmlands. The Acerbitas could have launched a barrage of heavy-turbolaser fire and simply been done with it.

But then he'd be denying himself the promise of a bloodletting, and to do so would go against the very nature of his warband. Atop a charging Reek, Owazza and his warriors sped toward the town. Though few in number, each warrior was a demigod of war all on his own. The Wookie and his followers knew no fear.

Holding his twin Ryyk Blades aloft, the Warlord bellowed his orders.

"<Take them my brothers! Free whatever captives you may find, and slaughter the rest! None of their ilk shall leave this place to tell their tale!>"

The howl of Ties overhead foretold their coming.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Reports were bleeding in. Bands of heretics were raising hell on the planet below. Anarchy had taken ahold of Irn. When fighting insurgents like these it was necessary to use a heavy hand. When weeds sprouted in a garden what do you do? You plant flowers that utilize their brutal nature. Ones that grew stronger then the weeds, Ones whose roots spread farther, whose pedals blocked the sunlight and roots drank the water greedily. Beautiful in nature, but hard in heart.

So, Causstik decided to quell this Rebellion personally. He needn't hail the acerbitas. The Archlord would simply know as was his way. The Scorekeeper, covered in hides and chains broke the stratosphere. Burning bright as it entered the atmosphere like a flaming angel of death. Carrying with it hundreds of Trandoshan warriors preparing to reap what the enemy had sought to sow. They would show no mercy when dealing with these enemies.

They would tear them out at the roots. Ravage their lands and force them to see. No matter how evil their lords of the primeval were before. Causstik was harder. He would claim their hides, Scalp their women, and enslave their children. The Dominion frowned upon his methods, but this was the only way to deal with an enemy like this. He would rock them to their very core. He would set them ablaze…

“Sir, we have located a town flying the primeval colours,” Crossk, Causstiks second growled with a merry grin set upon his face.

“Prepare the drop pods. Ready the War beast and troops. We will claim many Jagganath points today!” Causstik said heavily. He would personally lead the assault.

He marched his way through the metallic halls of the Scorkeeper and made his way to a drop pod. He entered with a platoon of his Dread tooth warband and pressed several switches. The pod closed with a hiss and Causstik took a seat. The pod shook vehemently rocking all aboard violently. The pod roared through the open air in free fall and hit the ground with a jarring THUD. The doors open and the Trandoshan mystics began to beat on their hide drums.

BUM, BUM, BUM BU BU BUM. The beat like a still live heart was followed by a thousand guttural roars. Causstik threw his arm forward and pointed towards the enemy. “CHARGE!!!!” He cried and a stampede of footsteps like thunder crescendoed with the drums to make a battle cry fiercer than anything these Sith cowards could make.

Enemies: [member="Lethia Morow"]
Allies: Dominion [member="Owazza"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

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Port Menicha​

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Chiloon Rift​

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[member="Vanja Del'Vaan"]​

[member="Vitor Avendahl"]​

The skies were crowded with traffic even now.

From the grumpiest ice hauler to the acidic miners and the bloodthirsty pirate, there was a home for Port Menicha for all of them. As long as they kept to the vital rules and laws that governed this place. They made up the fabric of this chaotic society and made it tick like clockwork, because every single one of them knew that this place (and places like it) were necessary in the Rift. If there weren't any neutral grounds, locations where they could come to talk out disputes, spend their money and haul off their cargo?

They would all go mad within the insanity of the Rift.

Things were changing, of course, as they often were. With about half of the governing council dead and buried, things were shaking around a fragile balance and nobody knew what would happen next.

Their ship settled itself down in the bay that Tai had rented out specifically for this occasion.

Outside, as they descended the ramp, there was already a flurry of activity. These were not the professional soldiers that Vanja had learned to appreciate in the past weeks, no, these were not of the Vigor Outfit. Their armor was bandaged together from many pieces, they were scorched at the edges and their faces wore scowls as well as others wore clothes.

"Half of Menicha's council has fallen." Tai informed both of them, while they approached a hastily established 'command' center. It wasn't more than a simple table with integrated holoprojectors and other equipment that would assist them in planning. "This place has its own rules, laws, practices, its people do not care for decorum, diplomacy or the names we have build outside of the Rift."

His wing waved gently and per command a holographic representation of the port showed up.

...or parts of it anyway. They hadn't been able to even map out a tenth of this place, sensors acting up and territories of crews making trespassing very risky, there had been little in the way of admission.

"If we simply roll in with an army? They will all turn against us and treat us as foreign invaders." Which they were, somewhat.

But this wasn't like Validusia.

These ones were entrenched by centuries of tradition. They wouldn't break, wouldn't fall, they would fight until the last breath escaped their throats and then some would rise regardless... to fight as the undead with their brethren.

"Thoughts?"

 

[Alyson Halle]

Location: Acerbitas over Irn
Allies: Dominon
Enemies: [member="Lethia Morow"], Primevil
Objective: Stop the sensless killing.

Alyson was taking in the reports of what was happening, first it was all quiet over Irn, nothing happened, then suddenly, as if out of nowhere, something happened. She was overcome with a sense of loss, she felt it through the force itself, it felt like many people, mothers, fathers, children.. all screaming out in pain, in terror, in fear. They were dying, it was certain, they were being mercilessly killed and she knew it, no mercy for anyone, all died the same, whoever did this was an evil, dastardly person, they needed to be stopped, and it had to happen now.

She quickly dug through the man reports that were coming in, she narrowed down one place, the location of this atrocity. She memorized the name of that place, the poor town Fairline the poor town was burning, you could see the thick clouds of smoke from orbital imagery., it had happened so quickly it left a wound in the force, albeit a temporary one. You could see the smoke in orbital images. This person had to be stopped whatever the cost, whoever it was. She put out a message out to her guard, a small regiment of 100 of the finest Merides had to offer. Get to the hangars, we will brief on the way. So like the good soldiers they were they got on the way.

On the way she was met by the leader of the guard she began to brief him on the situation.

"What is going on my liege?" The captain said

"They killed them." "Alyson said, obviously in some degree of distress

"Who?"
"Some person burnt down an entire town, and slaughtered everyone in it. We dont have much more information, just prepare your men for the worst. There is a camp nearby, we land there."

"Yes your majesty."

Alyson was determined to put a stop to whoever did this, hopefully permanently, this person could not be allowed to go free, Alyson would sooner die then let somebody like this continue to do what they just did.

The Guard loaded up onto the dropships. They had already been given the coordinates of the beacon they were to land at. Alyson loaded onto a shuttle with her personal guard, and the dropships launched, soon they would be on the world, and they could hunt down these monsters.

 

[Bartic Myth'rand]

Location: The Rift
Objective: Find out unknown vessel's goal
Allies: Dominion
Enemies: Primeval

Bartic responded to the unsatisfactory reply, "Unknown vessel, I repeat, power down your engines, as well offensive and defensive systems, identify your port of origin and destination. This will be your final warning, failure to comply will result in your vessel and any travelling with you too be treated as hostile. In compliance with standard procedure due to your failure to comply with the initial request prepare to revise a boarding party to inspect your vessel"

They failed to comply on the first request it was more that likely that they fail to the second time in preparation Bartic had his fighters begin form up in preparation for an attack failure to comply the second time would be met with force. Due to the nature of nebulas Bartic knew he would need to strike hard and fast, if he gave them a chance to flee he likely would never see them again.

He opened a channel to the now dominion owned station. "Tal'verda you should ready your men for a boarding action, send a small force to act as an inspection team if the vessel complies but have a large force if they do not,which is what I expect to happen."

[member="Boethiah"] | [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"]

(FS)Resolute Venator-class Star Destroyer
T-65B X-wing (192)
BTL-S3 Y-wing (192)
RZ-1 A-wing (36)

Bravery Venator-class Star Destroyer
T-65B X-wing (192)
BTL-S3 Y-wing (192)
RZ-1 A-wing (36)

Fearless Venator-class Star Destroyer
T-65B X-wing (192)
BTL-S3 Y-wing (192)
RZ-1 A-wing (36)

 

[Lewis]

Lewis pulled out his flintlock and fired!

[member="Cabur Aranar"]