Welcome to Dagobah Park [ORC Dominion of Dagobah]

[Kyle Farnes]

Dagobah, a world that had way too many problems and not enough solutions. And, frankly, in some circles was considered to be haunted. The First Order and Galactic Alliance had fought over a swamp world, and for what? It was a swamp, the populace was zero, and had what, some creepy Force well? Yeah, well, between that and the changing state of the Rim, with the Ssi-Ruuvi pulling into the region, and between the remnants of the First Order and Alliance, who knew what was out there.

One thing was for certain, though. The swamp world did have ample amounts of resources to be harvested and collected, and that was what brought the Coalition’s excuse of a fleet into orbit around the world. Salvage rights were now whoever got to the wrecks first, and with the Coalition being who it was? Well, they were little trash pandas who could grab everything and run off with it. Weapons, ship parts, raw metals, and materials… It was a goldmine of broken military equipment.

But that wasn’t all that was here. Reports were coming in from the Underground networks that there was something wrong, and that was why the call for mercenaries and soldiers of fortune had been released. Apparently, a testing ground from the old First Order had begun to run amuck. It wasn’t the best of situations, but bounties were placed and a competition of some of the gunhands, including Kyle Farnes was created. Who could kill more dinos than the others? Winner bought the first round with their winnings.

Simple, right?

Not so much. With the violence of the recent years finding itself centered around the Force caves of the planet, there have been years of conflict, of struggle, and heavy ordinance hitting the surface in and around the cave. If Ssi-Ruuk, and experimentation were not enough of a problem for what should be a blue milk run for salvaging, Force tremors, wild and unstable, have been occurring throughout the lands near the Cave that reaches back to the time of myth and legend. Teams from the Outer Rim Coalition’s Force groups, Jedi Covenant, Judges, and the other wild cards that call the Rim home have been dispatched to understand, and if possible contain the tremors.

Objective One - Escape From Dagobah Park - (Fortune Hunters and Warriors) When the First Order annexed the system, they set up Camp Aurark. Seemingly a military training facility, in fact Aurark is a biological weapons laboratory. The First Imperial Retribution Corps has returned to claim what is theirs, but the horrors they find within may be too much for even death troopers to handle alone. Mutant wild-life, twisted Ssi-ruuvi prisoners, and a new virulent strain of rakghoul virus may require the most unlikely of alliances...Coalition and First Order, fighting together?

Objective Two - Dark Harvest - (Tech Heads and Alchemists) - FO, Ssi-Ruuk and even the GA have abandoned tons of tech both mechanical and biological in nature. Reap the rewards of war and study, capture and create new tech for your companies all based in story. Pick a ship or weapon system from the list provided or create a tech from any that would fit this theme.

Objective Three - Ghostbusters - (Heroes and Fiends) This is a creepy themed area with the innocent and guilty alike locked in constant battle. Men and women with nothing left to fight for locked in mortal combat with each other, most meer shells of themselves kept alive by the dark forces that continue to gather and grow with each battle. The very lands of this area seeth with the dark side, planet and creature alike twisted and sick from the constant undead that fuels the area. Mission is to seal off the caves to end the cycle of undeath and break the wheel, or if a darksider feed off it to make something or grow in power.


OOC EDIT. TITLE CHANGED. ALSO COREY HIT A TIME WARP AND IS KIND OF BACK

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Location: The Chancellery, Camp Aurek Military Research Facility
Objective: One, Operation [REDACTED]
Allies: Retribution Corps Retrieval Team Echo-429
Enemies: What lies beyond the ruined gates.
Post: I

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"Signal set to repeat, this is Echo Four Two Nine, Echo Four Two Nine." The transmission drawled, "Requesting immediate support, at sector seven. I repeat, Echo Four Two Nine, Echo Four Two Nine, requesting immediate extraction." It clung to the airwaves, of course crudely encrypted to ensure that not even the most capable slicers could figure it out. But it was traceable. Sat in the middle of the thick jungle, pinpointed to the old Dagobah Tech campus, where the First Order had sequestrated it into a new military facility. That much was apparent.

Rexus felt his skin crawl. The symptoms of withdrawal creeping again. He felt the familiar tremors strike him again. Sweat began to profusely pour from each and every inch of his body. Muscles spasmed all over. Stims. He needed to god karked stims, at least yesterday. But they wouldn't come. Not yet. It had been four days since his last proper injection. The soothing cool of steroids within his veins. But it was in vain. The hulking figure, still clad in his gargantuan DARKSABER armour, strode through the small refugee camp that had collected. The survivors both of the madness which had consumed the camp, and the Retribution Corps strike force had now hunkered here. And for the last two days, hidden there in the fortified ruins. Unaware if rescue was even coming.

Still, they clung to the clunky transmission they'd jury rigged in the old commanders office. It broadcast on a spectrum large enough that potentially caught within three systems away. Meaning it bore a risk even the Ssi-Ruuk could and would recover the communique. But even then, death at their hands, the force they would pump into the camp once they saw what had happened, almost made it worth it. The idea that it may be hopefully snuffed out before it began, tickled even Rexus. Revenge from beyond the grave. Satisfying.

Rexus kept his rounds, patrolling endlessly, the dilapidated, rain damaged halls. Listening out to any reports from the sentries stationed through the perimeter of the structure. His commlink crackled to life, "This is sector three, we have reported movement in the treeline by main entrance, possible fresh attack." Chit. "Requesting reinforcements to potentially engage, over." Rexus knew what this meant. Another wave. Who knew what the Doctor had summoned and forged this time to attack the compound, but Rexus knew that after last nights engagement? She had undoubtedly had made something to crush them.

This was it.

 

[Tyrcas Pallopides]

Location: Camp Aurark Military Research Facility​

Objective I: Escape from Dagobah Park​

Allies: First Order and others (?)​

Enemies: What lies beyond the ruined gates.​

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The plan had been to visit the ancient dark caves on the planet Dagobah. It had gone completely differently.

Now, instead of exploring what called faintly from the darkness, an eerie echo just beyond understanding, Amadeus was waiting for another attack from crazed creations grown in a nearby laboratory. There had been some information revealed about why the mutations were on the planet, but that didn't make the situation any easier to handle. Already the group stationed at the research facility had been assaulted by nightmarish creatures, and it seemed the horde had little care of running thin on numbers, which meant another attack was likely on the way.

Perhaps soon.

The Knight of Ren stood in an open office, the glass panels shattered and flora growth spilling inside to seek shelter. The facility was in ruins, a relic of the past that had been lost to madness, and it smelled of death. Still, it held some important information that the First Order required, and couldn't let get into enemy hands, so it had fallen on the current group to secure and remove it. Only they hadn't intended on being attacked. So it was, standing silently, waiting, Amadeus absently watched the swamp lands beyond...

The message over the comlink brought him to focus.

Hefting his combat helmet off the table before him, the Knight of Ren stalked out of the office and down the corridor, cape billowing. He lifted the heavy piece of armor, sliding it over his pale features and dark hair, before the servos activated and locked it securely into place. Immediately the filters within began offering crisp, clean air compared to the planets own. Rounding several corners and walking down some more corridors, Amadeus was soon outside the facility, heading toward the sector that had called for assistance.

<<"I'm en route to the main entrance,">> Amadeus said into his helmet comlink, his voice distorted by the vocalizer. <<"We hold the line. Again. And again if needed. As long as it takes.">>

Reaching down to his belt, Amadeus unclipped his lightsaber hilt and gripped it firmly in his gloved right hand. After a moment, arriving at the entrance, the Knight activated the weapon, bathing the nearby area in the crimson glow as the blade erupted in a fiery blaze...

[member="Rexus Wenck"]​

 

[Zak Amroth]

Location: Swamp Somewhere
Objective: Ghostbusters
Knight in Shining Armor: [member="Yula Perl"]

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"Well dad," Zak muttered to himself, swinging back and forth, "You're probably wondering how I ended up in this situation."

He was trying to build enough momentum to reach another branch of the tree he was currently hanging upside down from by the netting in his satchel. Both of his arms were pinned by tangled straps, so of course he couldn't even cut himself free. Bubbling just a few meters below his feet was what the kiffar could only presume was some form of quicksand, it certainly seemed to swallow up everything unfortunate enough to wander over and inspect Sheriff Amroth's futile cries of desperation.

"Its a funny story, really!" he continued his imaginary conversation with the dead Jedi Master who had sired him, "You see, I'm a famous ghost hunter now."

At the apogee of his swing, the rogue knight reached out with pinned hands and fumblingly grasped at a thin branch which promptly snapped and sent him spiraling in to slam against the mossy trunk. Zak recoiled from the force before he could grasp onto anything, and found himself bobbing back and forth right back where he started. It had been variations on the theme for nearly an hour now. He was sober enough to hear the faint sound of twigs snapping, and sense a presence in the Force.

"Who's out there?!" the kiffar lawman's voice broke, betraying his fear of the spooky swamp, "Show yourself! I am very dangerous!"

 

[Iresias Sirax]

Location: Swamp - Undisclosed
Objective: Ghostbusters
Allies: TBD
Enemies: Anything/Anyone

A pungent musk filled the humid air, the droning of unknown insects zipping by Iresias' head and elsewhere in the dense swamp around her. A large blackened cloak draped around her frame as it dragged through dampened soil and deposits of stagnant water. Her face was scrunched into a thing of disgust and annoyance as she slowly waded her way through uprooted trees and false ground, making every step a moment of caution. Through the Force, she could feel something permeating throughout the land.

It was a sorrowful thing, this presence. Almost as thick as the stink wafting from such a detestable environment.

Suddenly Iresias heard a peculiar noise - a voice coming from... above? Her hand relinquished a midnight hilt from within her cloak, a lightsaber coming to life with a ghastly pale blue as Iresias navigated deeper through the muck and rotting vegetation. Upon arriving at the source of what sounded to be a distressed man, the noble woman couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Having a moment?"

Her voice offered a metallic dissonance due to her plating, the rest of her figure was obsidian, bearing no notable features. Almost like a moving shadow, save for the exposed area of her face.

"I'd help you, but I don't think I want to."

With that, Iresias began to turn her back, rerouting herself to seek out the ominous aura somewhere in the swamp.

[member="Zak Amroth"]

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective: Dark Harvest
Location: Orbit -> AT-AT wreckage
Allies: Unknown

Dagobah. Somehow, that place had a shipyard of all things, a rather minor shipyard perhaps, but that nevertheless went under attack when the GE came in. Poodoo: all that Dagobah seemed to evoke me was that nose-dive-bombing run against the Pellaeon's bow and even that was not enough to tear the ship apart: however, it took seemingly forever to repair it since Griet's last sortie before giving up on piloting to do accounting full-time, was against that ship, Janick thought, while that flashback was playing on repeat in her mind as she made her descent towards the place where ion bombs were dropped on an AT-AT. Hopefully, there could still be stuff that could be salvaged from the wreckage of what the First Order, the GE or even the Alliance left behind. The one thing she would want would be to design a device that could selectively erase memories from someone. Oh, sure, she knew that it would be subject to exactly the same risks as the direct usage of Memory Rub but with that new alchemical device, NFUs can use it, mostly for therapeutical purposes.

 

[Indra Vex]

Post: 1
Location: Zentrum Labour; Lab 15, Camp Aurark Military Research Facility
Objective: 1 - Contact First Order forces
Status: Pleased
Allies: Echo-429 ([member=Rexus Wenck], [member=Amadeus Ren])
Enemy: Aurark abominations​

It had been a while since the First Order fell silent, and Camp Aurark had been cut off. One could only surmise the Ssi-Ruuk had succeeded. But were it an outright victory, would they not be swarming their new territory? Even so, the isolated staff of the secret facility had no other recourse. They had the resources to last, so they continued their work, seeking to develop a means to destroy the alien threat.

But the swamp was alive. It sensed their plight and called out to them, prying in steady streams. People of science were forced to confront a mystical influence. The warped wildlife behaved erratically, as if with one mind. The captive Ssi-Ruuk, driven mad with pain, forgot their higher calling and devolved into feral beasts. And then there was the last, desperate effort. The virus. It was highly volatile, but had the potential to wipe out the invaders… and everything else. And it had broken out.

Normally, they would be protected. They had secure containment procedures, redundant failsafes, full decontamination facilities, and automatically sealing durasteel blast doors with magnetic locks. In the worst case scenario, they even had thermobaric warheads positioned as a self-destruct measure. But they failed to account for the enemy within.

All personnel were heavily vetted by the Bureau, and yet the chief scientist herself had gone insane, using her clearance to cause a catastrophic containment breach. She appeared to have undergone a huge personality shift. The running theory was that she was a latent Force Sensitive, who had been corrupted by prolonged exposure to the concentrated presence of dark side energies. It would explain her control over the creatures of the facility.

Most of the staff had perished since the breach, but there were scant few pockets of resistance. Dr. Indra Vex was among them, holding out in a fortified laboratory with a handful of the remaining scientists and guards. He had continued to take notes even as order broke down, optimistically choosing to view it as a new phase of testing, from which the data produced might one day be useful. On the bright side, the creatures they'd developed were certainly effective. He was just adapting some radio equipment when a message came through, crackly but unmistakable, encrypted with First Order ciphers. A surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one.

"Ec... our... Nine, reques... support, at sector seven. I rep..."

Vex almost yelled and punched the air, but realised such a gesture was unbecoming in times of crisis. He quickly calibrated the signal to the secure channel, smacked the radio a few times until it cleared up then jabbed the button to send. "Hello - er, yes, we read you Echo Four Two Nine," he responded, trying to contain his excitement. "This is Doctor Vex. I am, or was, the Assistant Head Researcher in this facility. I assume you've already encountered the monsters? We are safe for now, but currently stranded in Zentrum Labour. Our Head Researcher has gone rogue, and the subjects here are under her control. What's your status?"

 

[Gray Venasir]

Objective: Ghostbusters
Location: In the swamp, unknown where
Tags: [member="Iresias Sirax"] | [member="Zak Amroth"]
Post 1

"Why am I here," Gray muttered to himself. He had been walking through the swamp for over an hour now, was getting tired and wet everywhere, and not too pleased With the mission he was on. "Why didn't I go to Camp Aurek instead?" he growled as he again stepped in the swamp-water. At the moment, going to a military camp to fight some mutants had seemed stupid at the time, but now, wading through the swamp in search of force-Caves or whatnot seemed much worse.

Had he been qualified for the mission? No. Did he care? No. This was best suited for force users, who could better protect themselves from the corruption, and easier find the Caves. But Gray had for some reason always been good at resisting mental manipulation brought on him by the force, so he thought this wouldn't be much different. But he could already feel the fear creep up on him, which probably came from the Caves.

"Blasted force, why must it always mess up!" His blasters had not left his hands since he landed on Dagobah. And he kept wondering why anyone would be on this planet. Snap. He quickly turned around, shooting in the direction he had heard the sound come from. But there was nothing there. Escept a burn mark on a tree from his blaster. "Why am I here?" he asked again as he rubbed his head With his free hand.

After having walked for five more minutes, he thought he heard something more. Voices, this time. But they sounded to be far away, and he couldn't hear what they were saying. "Please tell me this is not some more force-mojo," he muttered, as he began walking in the direction he had heard it. As he got closer, Gray managed to make out something of what was being said. "...nk I want to," was what he heard. But he was more focused on the voice that had said it. It sounded metallic. For a moment, Gray stood still, and wondered what to do next, before creeping up to a tree, and making his way towards the voice by darting from behind one tree to the next.

 

[Yula Perl]

Location: Swamp
Objective: Save the Princess
Tags: [member="Zak Amroth"] | [member="Iresias Sirax"] | [member="Gray Venasir"]

From the foliage, perhaps to the Judge’s dismay, another Zeltron appeared. Yula had been exploring the swampy terrain, following the growing ichor of the dark side as it ebbed and flowed through the planet. This was certainly a strange task, but the esoteric ways of the Force were gradually becoming less weird to her.

Emily scrambled around her, scurrying up and down tree trunks, gleefully taking in information on her new surroundings. They odd pair had followed the sound of voices to the edge of the swamp, edging carefully through the vegetation so as not to attract the attention of any remaining imperial elements. Emily beeped and whirred, scanning the two new lifeforms to confirm that they were indeed…alive.

“Howdy there.” She greeted, having picked up some of [member="Mav Vohaloveer"]’s speech mannerisms. Her eyes fixed on the woman at the periphery of the swamp—garbed darkly, and most importantly, holding a weapon. “Everything going alright here?” Her hand rested at the saber clipped to her waist, before sweeping her gaze up to the man tangled in vines, while making sure to keep both people in her field of vision. “You uh, lose a fight?” Though friendly throughout, a wry smile tugged at her lips. Yula couldn't be sure who's side they were on, but one thing was sure; she wasn't cutting down no First Order loyalists.

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

Objective: 1 (Destroy the Rakghoul Virus)
Equipment: Spider-Gloves, Hunter Bow, Hunter Quiver, Wrist-saber, Cloak
Faction: Outer Rim Coalition
Allies:
Neutral: [member='Amadeus Ren'] , [member='Rexus Wenck']
Enemies: Ghouls or anyone who stop him from destroying the remnants of the virus.
Post: 1

"Remember to hide your signature" "The cloak serves that purpose" "I mean your force thingy idiot" deep breath, relax every muscle. His force signature was hidden away. It was very difficult to maintain it when moving but it was better than everyone knowing his presence. Not even radar could track him "Ready, i will try to stay on the tree branches for now. Im sure they can smell my sense" "Oh so thats why you didnt wore your perfume or shower well" "To the idiot who may be hacking this channel. I will know if rumours of this get out and i will kill the source. Ac out"

Venus like to bother him, as he knew him more than Acaleus knew himself. In his wrist-holopad showed the direction of the First Order laboratory. He remebered killing a lot of soldiers when attacking a fortress. Mercenary bussiness and he was sure that he didnt had a bounty in his head. Unlikely, as no survivors were left alive. Maybe cameras? But his hood hid away his face, and right now he wore a different outfit color.

He arrive at the outside of the laboratory and he saw the wreck that it was. "Thats why you didn´t create bioweapons in an underground facility. Even if it was inside a ship with repulsorlift engine on top of Mustafar biggest lava lake" thought to himself before noticing someone with black robes and helmet approach the main entrance. He knew first hand the horrors of that virus and seek to destroy it.

A force user with the same mission maybe or collecting samples to do the same idiotic research again? Venus was parking his ship nearby, and if things went south, she had orders to level the facility. With or without Acaleus being there. Thats why she was nervous and creating jokes. Acaleus drop from the tree in silent and approach silently, but without drawing his weapons. He followed the Sith into the facility, as it was the only entrance into hell...

 

[Fulcrum]

PROFILE // AGENT DARKSWORD, CODENAME DEACON​

COVER IDENTITY // RED BLADE, PIRATE CAPTAIN​

MISSION // MAKE CONTACT WITH DAGOBAH UNDERGROUND​

ASSETS // [member="Peyton Steele"], [member="Acaleus Thorn"]​

PERSONS OF INTEREST // [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Amadeus Ren"], [member="Indra Vex"]​

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"I don't like this," he muttered as much to himself as to the blonde on comms, "It's too quiet, and these sensors are useless."

Peyton had thought to bring the lifeform scanners along, just as a precaution. Deacon had taken one without complaint, even though in truth his augmented eyes saw far more than he let on. He hadn't been lying though, none of the readings projected before him on an augmented reality display were definite. Switching to thermal vision wasn't much better, large heat blooms deeper within the First Order facility washed everything else out. Further evidence that Camp Aurark wasn't as abandoned as it looked. It seemed that the distress signal intercepted by salvagers passing through the system hadn't been a fake after all.

"Hold on. I've got some movement over here."

The word had gone out over Underground channels, trouble on Dagobah. He and Peyton had assumed they were the first ones on site, an illusion broken when some kind of bowman emerged from the treeline. The Red Blade had heard through his underworld contacts of a new mercenary in these parts that had been known to use an energy bow, but he knew of the bounty hunter Thorn only by reputation and could not be certain it was the right man. Whatever the fellow intruder's identity, he was definitely a hunter of some sort, for his approach to the facility was textbook.

"There's definitely something going on. We're not the only game in town," the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, a danger sense that Desmond had learned to trust over the years, "I'm gonna have to call you back."

By the time he realized he was being stalked, the creature was practically on top of him.

Lunging forward, Deacon's twisting fall was the only thing that saved him from disembowelment. The mutated raptor howled with rage at being denied a certain kill, it must have been Ssi-ruuvi once but now it was something twisted and deformed. Moving in to finish what it had started, its prey crawled back on his hands and knees just far enough to extend his stun baton in one fluid motion and jam it into the onrushing creature's snout. A powerful electric charge coursed through its body, not enough to fell the beast but enough to send it recoiling in pain and confusion.

Agent Darksword leapt to his feet, drawing his arc light blaster and squaring off against the mutant raptor. He could hear blaster fire coming from the facility's perimeter, and more predatory shrieks all around him in the forest. At least Dagobah was interesting.

 

[Zak Amroth]

Location: Swamp Somewhere
Objective: Ghostbusters
Knight in Shining Armor: [member="Yula Perl"]
The Other Pink One: [member="Iresias Sirax"]
Dude in the Bushes: [member="Gray Venasir"]

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"Having a moment?"

"Ah, yes, uh...hello, citizen!" Zak waggled his fingers at the zeltron as best he was able, "Do not be alarmed!"

"I'd help you, but I don't think I want to."

"Everything is under control, but if you could just-" the kiffar was saying at the same time, but he stopped suddenly when she turned and began to walk away, "Hey! Hold on a second! You're going the wrong way!"

Sure it was desperation, but it was also the truth. Sheriff Amroth was a natural born tracker, and while he couldn't be certain this rude stranger was looking for the same cave, there wasn't a whole lot else on Dagobah except for endless swamp. He didn't get a chance to see if his gambit paid off.

“Howdy there.”

Zak shrieked. It was a decidedly unmanly sound, borne out of sheer surprise.

“Everything going alright here? You uh, lose a fight?”

"By the Force, there's two of you!" as far as the Judge was concerned, two zeltrons in a swamp was some next level creepy poodoo. Truly, Dagobah was a planet of ultimate horror, "Back, foul sithspawn! I will not be tempted by your guile!"

The fearsome look on his face cracked, and he whimpered softly.

"Please don't turn me pink."

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Repair the shipyards
Allies: ORC
Neutral: First Order
Enemies: Ssi-ruuk

Dagobah Shipyards. Even though it wasn't the first time she went there, she began to wonder what happened to the then-superintendent. Lokthra didn't see as much action as I did, and I hope she isn't a prisoner of the Ssi-ruuk, but she kept a low profile after Dagobah was captured by the First Order, presumably because Dagobah was just some sparsely populated backwater to their southeast, Cathul thought, while the Rasta Sub was en route to Dagobah, under escort because in the current state of the ORC, any additional facility was well-appreciated, on top of Pergitor, Zonju V and Terminus. It was laden with components that would be used in repairing the damage the Ssi-ruuk made to the mobile drydocks. But she could feel the tension rising between Julie, whom she knew fought over Dagobah, and her. It seemed that Julie has grown distant from Cathul in the intervening years between Dagobah and now. Or perhaps the effects of the Dark Side Cave extend into orbit and it started to affect both of them? Anyhow, the crew prepared the tugs for deployment.

"Reversion in 5" Julie, the pilot of the Rasta Sub, reported to the rest of the CIC.

"Julie, do you have an explanation of why you even wanted to pilot this ship for this operation? Sure, you can pilot large ships like no other Jedi I know about, but I would have imagined you staying in the CIC of any of the five battlecruisers in active ORC service"

"Thank the Force for me: I'm not sure any other capital-ship pilot that served on Dagobah survived"

 

[Zef Halo]

LOCATION: CAMP BRAISLEY, CAMP AURARK
OBJECTIVE: 1/ Acquire research information and a live rakhghoul
PERSONS OF INTEREST: [member="Deacon"], [member="Acaleus Thorn"], [member="Rexus Wenck"] , [member="Amadeus Ren"]
PERSON OF HIGH INTEREST: Dr. [member="Indra Vex"]

OPERATION SCOURGE​

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By any means necessary.

The unofficial slogan of the Humbarine Admiralty in its pursuit of victory became a modus operandi for the Humbarine Naval Intelligence.

Not surprisingly why Lieutenant Commander Julius Rhein of the HNI found himself on the wretched world of Dagobah on a mission to uncover whether the rumors of an old First Order research facility held true. The operative cautiously navigated through dark abandoned corridors with the helmet's flashlight showing to him what lied ahead.

::: I am picking up chatter on First Imperial frequencies, LT. Commander. ::: Juno, the armor's integrated AI, stated through his comm.

"Doesn't look like this place's being used much though. Are you sure this is not something else?"

::: Yes. I advise caution. :::

A mangled corpse froze him into place and Julius felt his finger twitch for the trigger.

"That's one barely recognizable corpse." He muttered to himself. "I wonder what exactly happened here."

::: The marks on the body suggest the sentient had been shredded to pieces by sizeable claws. :::

"Not what I wanted to hear, Juno. Keep shuffling in the Imperials' chatter and try extrapolating their locations. I don't want to be caught with my pants down."

::: Your armor's characteristics disregard this as a possible outcome, LT Commander. :::

"You know what I mean."

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Allies: [member="Amadeus Ren"] | [member="Indra Vex"]
Newcomers: [member="Deacon"] | [member="Julius Rhein"] | [member="Acaleus Thorn"]
Enemies: Those who lurk the jungle.
Location: The Chancellery Complex, Camp Aurark Military Research Facility
Objective: Operation [REDACTED] Survive

Rexus clamped his fist down on the repeater. A roar of masers flew out at the mutated beast. Acklay, or what was one at one point. Its muscles glowed green, and pulsed, oozing a thick yellow pus with every step as it approached the fortified ruin. "Keep at it lads!" A voice bellowed, that of the second Death Trooper on site, ALPHA-Four. "We got this dumb bastard!" The Death Troopers stormed out and unto the stairs, focusing their fire upon the beast, while the other troopers inside the building covered the approach of the ghoulified ssi-ruuk.

"Come on baby, come on baby, we got this!" Rexus snarled, "Come on darling-!" A bolt hit the acklays jaw, causing a tendon to split, and the jaw to split from the skull, hanging precariously. A monstrous scream of anguish reverberated through the camp. "Aim for the mouff!" Wenck snarled into the fray, arcing the heavy weapon back. A stream of masers entered into the exposed and tender flesh. The beasts head, caught ablaze, fire now engulfing its skull. Smoke now poured from its eye sockets, and the beast collapsed, mere meters from Twigg. The Ssi-Ruuk, their battering ram foiled, now retreated back into the undergrowth, "Stay steady boys!" Rexus warned, "Hold position and reload, they may-!"

"Movement!" Twigg snapped, "On your four!" Wenck twisted around, and revved the massive maser repeater at the movement. And that's when he saw them. Humanoids. None of whom were deformed, or shambling corpses. But they weren't attired in any uniforms Rexus was familiar with, neither did they look civilian. Still, they may have had intel of some sort. Something the group could use. Rexus raised a clenched fist, and held the rotary cannon to his hip.

"You there!" The Death Trooper snarled, "Move it, over 'ere double time!" The veritable giant snarled, "There may be more of them coming!" He added, with a sharp growl.

 

[Zef Halo]

LOCATION: CAMP BRAISLEY, CAMP AURARK
OBJECTIVE: 1/ Acquire research information and a live rakhghoul
PERSONS OF INTEREST: [member="Deacon"], [member="Acaleus Thorn"], [member="Rexus Wenck"] , [member="Amadeus Ren"]
PERSON OF HIGH INTEREST: Dr. [member="Indra Vex"]

A large door lied before him on the ground. It had received numerous large dents to it before apparently being torn from its frame. There were also deep scratch marks on its hull.

::: The marks on the door match these found on the body earlier, LT Commander. :::

"Looks like it." Julius replied as he stood up from inspecting the door. "How is the extrapolation going, Juno?"

::: The process may take a while. First Imperials were known for their strong encryption codes. :::

"Makes sense. Nothing like Imperial paranoia." or common sense. "Any way we can speed this up? I've got a bad feeling about this."

::: I suggest connecting me through a comm socket directly into their net frame could hasten the process, LT Commander. :::

"Roger."

The agent crept to the left from where the door was possibly taken off with brute force and his flashlight landed on a door frame of a room with numerous computer terminals. He slowly peeked in to see a room abandoned in haste, half of the furniture and computers were destroyed by similar scratch marks and a shattered window glass overlooking something.

A datapad on the floor caught his attention and Julius picked it up quickly skimming its most recent logs.

Log #234:

Experiment Nocturnal.

After a continuous rate of non-survival among the Sriluurian dark wolves specimen subjected to the high doses of growth hormones, one has finally made it with the help of a secretive agent of the Supreme Leader himself. We believe the Force had been utilized in achieving this success.

Log #235:

Experiment Nocturnal

Nocturnal has grown approximately seven times of its original size with a disproportionate growth observed in its claws, fangs and head which grew far bigger than expected.

We've administered adrenaline stimulators to drastically increase reaction and reflex time of Nocturnal. No side-effects have been observed.

Log #236:

Experiment Nocturnal

Sedition of Nocturnal has become nigh impossible. Requested assistance from Central Command. Perhaps the agent of the Supreme Leader may help. Communications have been deteriorating with the Ssi-ruuk invasion.

Dr. Rahak suggests euthanasia.

Log #237:

Experiment Nocturnal

Extremely aggressive behavior has been observed. Communi-


"Breeding grounds for monsters." Julius concluded after uploading the data of the pad into his own. That data could provide useful in the future. "Does this look like a gladiator ring to you, Juno?" He asked as he peeked over the shattered window below.

::: It resembles the infamous Geonosian rings more so than those of Rattatak. There are large pens surrounding the rings which suggests the use of animal creatures rather than humanoids. :::

"Right." He nodded before turning around to find a comm socket. Julius stuck the holodriver in it powering it up. "There you go, Juno."

::: Connection successful, LT Commander. Substantial improvement to First Imperial frequency tracking. :::

...

::: I have been able to partially decrypt a message through the chatter. Should I play it, LT Commander? :::

"Go ahead."


"Hello - er, yes, we... you Echo Fou.......This is Doctor Vex..... or was....researcher in...... already encountered the monst-...? We are safe.....stranded in Zentrum Labour..... Head...... gone rogue....subjects.... under her control. Wha.....stat....?"

"That! Get me the possible locations of that message's sender, Juno." Julius ordered. A glint in his eyes at the mention of a doctor within this place turned them into a person of high interest to his mission.

 

[Tsuki Aihara]

Location: Swamps...somewhere...
Objective: Ghostbusters
Nearby: [member="Zak Amroth"] | [member="Iresias Sirax"] | [member="Gray Venasir"] | [member="Yula Perl"]

Well, lets see...how long had it been since the Endgame? Far too long...Tsuki suddenly knew what her brother had felt, all those years ago. Masterless, uncertain of what to do next, no goal, no objective, no mission. The only difference between them now was where he'd been abandoned at every turn, as a child on the steps of an orphanage, by his Order, she'd merely lost it all. Her family, when she'd been given to the Order, and then the Order itself. She doubted it felt much different.

But, they still stood...except while Dax was probably somewhere in orbit in his cushy ship, she was down here in the swamp..."Ugh, there's mud in my boots, there's mud in my pants, THERE'S MUD IN MY HAIR!" Sure, Tsuki had come to the Coalition knowing full-well what her half-brother was there, and that he'd probably be able to find work for her, but she didn't expect it to be this...wading through the muck looking for some nondescript cave in the ass-end of nowhere. Worse than all that, she was alone!

"Who's out there?! Show yourself! I'm very dangerous!" Scratch that...there were idiots nearby...

Tsuki did her best to figure out the source of the sudden shouting and began to walk in its direction, and before long she could begin to make out shapes. She could see three for sure. A kiffar, and two zeltron women. 'Humph...I highly doubt that idiot got in bed with those two beauties...' she thought to herself as she tried to get closer and get a better look at the group. Three people...yet she thought she could feel one more presence. Tsuki couldn't tell for sure, and one of them was definitely Dark...Tsuki didn't like this one bit...

 

[Indra Vex]

Post: 2
Location: Zentrum Labour; Lab 15, Camp Aurark Military Research Facility
Objective: 1 - Question intruder
Allies: [member=Rexus Wenck], [member=Amadeus Ren]
Third party: [member=Julius Rhein]
Enemy: Aurark abominations​

As Assistant Head, Dr. Vex had the second highest clearance out of the surviving staff. This meant he had access to the majority of systems and information in the Rancor's Reach. The FOSB being what they were, they had adopted a cascading structure of research filing to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands. The more important the content was, the more limited access to it would be, with self-wiping datapads available on provision. All files past a certain age were similarly restricted. This was on top of the standard encoding and keycard, biometric, numerical and password protection. Of course, not all personnel were able to properly lock up before being slaughtered; a minor oversight, but fortunately only the most recent notes would be available, on a hard-coded time limit before removal. Essentially, only Vex was privy to the deepest, darkest secrets of Aurark, and the responsibility of their preservation now rested squarely on his shoulders.

It was natural, then, that his interest was piqued when one of the FOSB guards, Agent Gladur, reported seeing something unusual on the cameras. Light and movement in the offices of Camp Braisley. The beasts under the Head's spell were most populous there; it was well-suited for their sustainment after all, and was where they had lived until the breach. But the beasts didn't usually bother with the offices; there was nothing of interest for them there after they had killed everyone. Sure enough, the camera showed a humanoid picking through the remains there. They didn't appear to be First Order. Very good, Vex had told Gladur, he was to report any developments.

There was no response to his message, as of yet. At least, not from Echo-429. Perhaps they were all dead, or otherwise occupied. Something came of it, however. "Doctor," Gladur called from the terminal, some urgency in his voice. "It's the intruder in the office. He seemed to... react, as soon as you transmitted. Let me play the audio feed back."

[ "That! Get me the possible locations of that message's sender, Juno." ]

"I see," Vex remarked. He began another transmission on the FO channel. "You, there... in Camp Braisley. I notice you are trespassing on First Order premises, but let's put that aside for now. You can hear me, yes?" He paused briefly, then proceeded. "You are in extreme danger; I advise you to find a safe location with clear escape routes. You are standing in a hive of deadly, hostile beasts. They are highly perceptive of sound." From what he could tell on the monitors, they were mostly absent for the time being, likely due to the Head's direction. He didn't doubt they would return soon.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective: Dark Harvest
Location: AT-AT wreckage
Allies: Unknown

Janick knew, however, that as much as forgetting can be therapeutical sometimes, an alchemical machine designed for that purpose would need a very precise ability to map not only one's neural wiring, but also what that wiring contain. A high-resolution doppraymagno is going to be a must here, she thought, while her mind was flooded with a stream of thoughts on how to use the Force to test for the contents of neural wiring, and also remaining mindful that ripping out neural circuits was a dangerous proposition, especially if it was to be done without killing off neurons. And even then, she knew that even the most precise methods to induce forgetting of specific memories would also make them liable for "parasitic forgetting", that is, forgetting about something it was not intended to cause. Once she landed on the soggy surface of Dagobah, she began scouring the wreckage for medical equipment, especially the doppraymagno she thought would allow for such precise mapping of the neural circuitry. Some medical droid embarked on those AT-ATs would be worth inspecting to see if that doppraymagno is still in working condition. Provided it even has one in the first place.

 

[Zef Halo]

LOCATION: CAMP BRAISLEY, CAMP AURARK
OBJECTIVE: 1/ Acquire research information and a live rakhghoul
PERSONS OF INTEREST: [member="Deacon"], [member="Acaleus Thorn"], [member="Rexus Wenck"] , [member="Amadeus Ren"]
PERSON OF HIGH INTEREST: Dr. [member="Indra Vex"]

::: The signal's source is located deeper in the facility and further below- :::

Juno's quickness of identifying the location of the transmission from one Doctor Vex made sense as the latter had directly connected to Julius interrupting the AI.

"You, there... in Camp Braisley. I notice you are trespassing on First Order premises, but let's put that aside for now. You can hear me, yes? You are in extreme danger; I advise you to find a safe location with clear escape routes. You are standing in a hive of deadly, hostile beasts. They are highly perceptive of sound."

"And surely you're at a safe location with clear escape routes yourself, right Doctor?" Julius replied as he began moving out in a hurry headed towards the direction of the signal. To prove the Doctor's point, fate played its cards and a terrifying screech deafened Julius' surroundings.

Contact.

Popping out of nowhere a few nightmares of beasts charged the intelligence operative from his sides. The first got a spray of bullets ending its life but the other got a hold of him tackling down on the cold durasteel floor. Julius came face to face with the sharp toothed monster as it tried to bite his head off. His hand fiercely caught the beast's throat but that wouldn't hold long. He activated his repulsor boots sending him off the grasp of the beast and unto a platform above.

::: I have boosted your sonar to map an exit route towards the Doctor's direction, LT Commander. :::

His HUD was updated with a NavPoint Julius frantically dashed towards as packs of beasts followed his trail.

"Whatever you were doing here, Doctor, is on the loose and it's not going to stop just with me." Julius warned the Doctor over the channel between the two. "Staying here is not an option for you."