When the Droids Come Marching Home [TSE Dominion of Agamar Hex]

[Kenth Typho]

Objective 4: Find The Regant
Allies: [member="Dante Sotari"]

~Didn't mean to imply that, sorry~ His face fell behind the visor. ~Didn't realize you were making plans~

This was often how it went between them.

Usually Mor would have tried to defuse the situation... which somehow only served to deepen the conflict out more. So, today he remained silent and focused on the road ahead. Climb anyway. Morgan didn't understand why things were this complicated, didn't know what to do about it either. Talking seemed to cause more issues, drinking only seemed to push it further into the future. He had hoped that that night- but no, that had clearly been nothing.

A moment of weakness.

She hadn't wanted him back then either, had she?

One minute later and Morgan vaulted over the edge, settling himself on the floor of the wall. Crouched with his silenced carbine ready- keeping Dan clear while she climbed up too. Morgan blinked, it showed him heat, two sets rounding the corner in ten seconds. ~Two, four seconds. Our six."

 

[Itash Mecetti]

Objective: Recover Shipments.
Allies: [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

He was Lord Itash of House Mecetti.

Noble-born.

His word was worth its weight in gold and his mercenary outfit never went against their contract. This was a reputation carefully cultivated in a Galaxy that was so obsessed with image, most people disliked Sellswords and Itash didn't blame them. But that was why his was so successful. People were much likely to believe your word when you carried the legacy of an ancient noblehouse with you. That was Tash's experience for the most part anyway.

"Not supportive of your organization's connection with a mercenary outfit, Acolyte Fordyce?" Tash asked with amusement while lowering the electrobinoculars. "I hope that by the end of this you will revisit your general opinion."

Head tilted, two fingers going to the piece at his ear.

"Bring down the two outposts first, then fly sorties every ten cycles. Mark."

Suddenly explosions in the distance caused the two guard posts to collapse in fire and molting metal. The Elite Bombers had done their job nicely, flying high enough to have cover, while their stealth systems kept them from being detected by sensors. The starfighters would keep raining down against the walls next, make sure that their people were too focused on that to focus on the Didact detachment starting its charge. This would have been so much more difficult without the air support.

Once more Tash was reminded just how excellent their development was.

 

[Vaylin]

Objective 4: Wreck it Ralph - Hunt down the League of Voss
Location: Ord Cestus, Capital City Outskirts
Allies: [member="Ignis Imura"]

Their transport had stopped just outside of the city's limits, avoiding any exterior security that might be lingering around. It wasn't exactly a military installation, nor was Ord Cestus in the middle of a conflict. So the only law enforcement was the locals deeper within the city, giving groups like Vaylin's many openings to exploit.

Coming from the eastern side, was a tunnel; one of several that led into a underground network. Once used more when the city was less advanced, but was now left unattended to - a relic past history. Right now though, it was a means for Vaylin's group to enter the city unseen.

The belief was the League would also be using the underground to remain hidden from the Empire's scouts and spies. As small of a group they were, the League of Voss weren't stupid. They knew they couldn't avoid remaining above ground for too long.

It was a bet Vaylin was counting on, with the tight corridors and limited room making it difficult for their forces to get away easily.

Boots hit the the ground, and everyone immediately moved towards the entrance.

With a motion of her hand, Vaylin ordered the Legionnaires to take point, raising their rifles as the group pushed on through. The Zabrak remained in the middle with her fellow Sith taking up the ear. For now they'd have to refrain from the lightsabers, the acoustics in the tunnels made everything echo. One misplaced action and everyone would be on alert.

 

[Dante Sotari]

Objective 4: Find The Regent
Allies: [member="Morgan Vance"]

Ugh. Just.

Ugh.

~No worries~ came the casual reply.

Ugh she hated that tone in his voice though. It made her feel things. If they'd been somewhere else she would have been able to just leave it (and him) there, but here in this moment it wasn't really that easy.

Ugh, this was why she hated talking.

Talking was stupid.

She rolled over the edge of the roof, landing in a crouch as she unslung her rifle at his words.

~Left~ she called, leaving him with the ones on the right.

They barely rounded the corner before both silenced guns went off, the dull retorts not traveling off of the rooftop.

~We could do something though,~ she said a second later, still casual. ~Grab a drink, ya know? I dunno what night yet, but if ya wanted to.~

Ugh. She felt bad now about saying she had plans when she didn't really, but she couldn't walk it back.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Objective 4: Find The Regant
Allies: [member="Dante Sotari"]

~I'd like that,~ Mor replied softly - how he managed to sound like a beaten dog even in their heads was anyone's question - but the suggestion raised his spirits just a little bit, which would also be inflected in his tone. Like the little dog was waggling their tail in response. They stepped over the corpses, but Morgan did grab one of their commlinks and linked it up with his HUD.

~Will be good to listen in~ Vance said to fill the silence while they kept forward.

They moved past the barricade and then came upon a door set in the internal wall. A quick look said it was locked, which was just their luck. ~I'll cover you,~ He murmured before setting himself up behind her.

Dan had always been better at shimmying things open.

In the meantime Vance started slicing deeper into the commlink. The channels were open to listen to, but there was more behind it. His suit did it all automatically. It just meant he needed to sit still and let it work for a bit, which was basically perfect while he was waiting for her to jam open that gorram door.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Objective: Recover Shipments.
Allies: [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] [member="Itash Mecetti"]

He was Lord Itash of House Mecetti.

And she was Nisha Decrilla of the Mecrosa Order.

She served him, and only him. Even when serving him irritated her. Even when he smiled away veiled insults. Standing on his other side, her hand twitched, as if wanting to go for her blade. Though her eyes never shifted from their target below. Her rapier would have been too quick a death for the woman on his other side. No, she'd need her knives for that one, sharp and small, she could skin a man alive in an hour with them. But for her? She'd make it last.

The image brought her a shiver of pleasure and he irritation quieted, watching the precision display before her. All those quick deaths, all that wasted enjoyment. She blew a sigh out of her nose. Why would he bring her here if not to use her? The sigh, and the shuffle of her feet were the first mark of her impatience.

 

[Dryden]

Post | #2
Objective 4 | Capture The Streets of Ord Cestus
Allies | [member="Vaylin"] and Troops
Occupation | Sith Empire Trooper
Rank | Private

Several platoons divided from the legion would make their way out onto the streets to begin fighting the front-lines. However, Dryden and several other platoons were commanded by a Sith Knight to enter the nearby tunnels. The Private knew where this was going, it was smart thinking of the Sith to realize the Legion would be hiding. Once they'd clear the tunnels, it'd be an easy path into the capital building. An echo of trooper boots jogging through the muddy tunnels would be all that could be heard.

He'd eye the round sides of the tunnels, hoping the Legion of Voss wouldn't have the idea of collapsing the tunnel. After roughly 10 minutes of marching through the tunnel system, Legion of Voss soldiers would be spotted. Dryden, being one of the many men in the front of the march would raise his rifle and blast the men down.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Location: Ord Cestus
Objective: 4
Allies: [member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Nisha Decrilla"]

"Perhaps I shall." The words coming out as her attention was pulled towards the now smouldering pile of rubble that had been the two guard towers, her tone warming slightly.

Jorryn would never be particular towards any group that didn't have absolute loyalty towards the Sith, especially those that needed incentive to cooperate with them. But at the very least the acolyte could appreciate the efficiency and professionalism of the Didact organization, hopefully they would continue to impress throughout the operation.

As she marched forwards in uniform with the rest of the outfit, Jorryn's eyes turned towards the other girl flanking the commander. Small twitches and other vague signs told through her body language showed the woman's irritation.

Those small movements along with her quietness left the Echani with the assumption that she was either someone close to the Didact leader or a person he kept around for the more... gruesome aspects of the job.

Perhaps both.

"Are you the only one under your command who speaks, My Lord," Her tone going more sharp again, "Or is the girl with you the silent type."

She smiled to herself hoping to pry something from the woman as her gaze went in the direction of the pair, looking for any physical signs if she wasn't the most outspoken person. Jorryn didn't want to leave herself flanked by a dangerous looking stranger, let alone two.

 

[Farah]

Location:Agamar
Objective: 2—Contract for Cornerstone Scientific
Post: #2

The operation went flawlessly. The surgeon’s hands did not shake, not even as she peered over his shoulder during the post critical part of the procedure. The patient responded well and remained stable.

The tension that hung in the operating room seemed to dissipate, if only a little bit. Shoulders started to relax. Eyes crinkled with unseen smiles. Some of them glanced toward Farah as if to try and gauge the visiting doctor’s reaction. Behind the mask she remained unreadable.

Farah had taken a step back after the valve had been inserted, in no hurry to rush out of the room. She remained though the closing of the incision, the counting of instruments and through the clean-up. Her job wasn’t just to watch the finer points of a surgery but to see the whole procedure from start to finish. From the way they scrubbed to how they aligned their instruments, it all had to be taken into account.

By no means was Farah the head of anything, not at any hospital or within the Sith Empire. But she was a skilled surgeon in her own regard and intimately familiar with how these proceedings went. That, and her loyalty was to the Zambrano family.

After the last sponge had been counted, Farah turned on her heel and departed from the operating room. She’d seen all that she had needed to.

 

[Darth Athora]

The first to stand was a Lyrkon scientist from Mikko. He was a bit of an older gentleman, even for a Lyrkon. He wore fine silk robing, showing off his status as a wealthy individual. "Admiral Denko, my name is Dr. Terlo Voshir. My people have been broken apart by the recent subjugation by the Confederacy. We were once at peace, but they have disturbed that peace and brought disorder to my planet.I accept your offer and ask that my people find a new place within your Empire. You have my support."

"Thank you, Dr. Voshir. Your support, and your knowledge, is greatly appreciated. Koensayr Manufacturing will do great things with your aid."

Another stood up. A Gerosian slaver from Hutt Space and not very happy by the looks of it. "Bah, the Sovereignty garbage encroaches upon my territory and plans to take away my rights to derive others of theirs. This is madness. I demand their heads on pikes."

"And you shall get it soon enough. All I ask of you is to join me and you'll get that and much more."

The Gerosian snorted. "I, Jorek Mars, pledge my clan's allegiance to you and yours, Admiral Denko."

"Excellent, that covers security." Zahori looked over to the final representative, a Zeltron banker, known very well for her methods of squeezing money from investors.. "And what about you, Miss Ravos?"

She only smirked and held her hand out to Zahori. Zahori returned the smirk and shook hands with the Zeltron. "Excellent."

 

[Itash Mecetti]

Objective: Recover Shipments.
Allies: [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

He glanced over to Jorryn.

That had been rude.

Hm.

He filled it away for later usage, before glancing back over to the destruction wrecked by the bombers dropping their payloads in decent intervals followed by the strife runs of the fighter squadron. It was, in its own way, kind of beautiful.

Pure mechanical beauty forged in destruction.

"I do not usually speak for other people, Acolyte Jorryn. It's a valuable habit to master I have learned." Nisha was perfectly capable of speaking for herself. It was simply that she'd prefer to skin someone alive than have a conversation with them. Which was perfectly reasonable as far as Tash was concerned. Most sentients were hardly worth more than a bantha anyway. He stretched softly, then tapped the earpiece once more to get connected to the comms of his strike troops.

"Breach position Besh and Kresh."

Didact troopers revealed themselves within a second's notice and began to assault the two weak points in the fortification, protected by portable shield walls they managed to avoid being massacred by the remaining resistance.

"Once they have breached the place, we will go in, close and personal."

 

[Dante Sotari]

Objective 4: Find The Regent
Allies: [member="Morgan Vance"]

Sometimes she just wished he'd get mad. She was a pain in the arse and she knew it. She pushed and pushed and pushed, often pushing him away and he still was just so. damn. nice. to her. Guy was a friendly masochist or something. But again, as so often was the case, Dante slipped into annoyed again. It was easier than exploring why she did the things she did, after all, and easy to just inwardly (and sometimes outwardly) snort about how much of a doormat Morgan was.

He should have walked away by now.

Dante didn't know why he didn't.

Which added a whole other layer of discomfort and made her push harder.

Deep down, she knew she liked him, liked being with him. She was lonely and when she was with him? Well, that wasn't so bad. If she was better able, or even willing, to sort out her own chit she might have done the right thing and cut him loose. Morgan deserved better than her, and even if it wasn't something she admitted, she knew it. But she was selfish enough to keep pushing, half hoping he'd leave so she could say to herself whatever it was she deserved..... and half hoping he wouldn't.

She knelt in front of the door, inspecting the lock.

~Not even electronic, this is some special flavor of back water,~ she muttered over the subvocal comms before setting to work. Drawing out tools from the hard case at her hip, she opted for the slightly slower but quieter method. Slapping a blob of explosives on it would be quicker and easier, but so far they'd maintained their cover- at least, they thought they had. Which was the best you got in this line of work.

 

[House Zambrano]

Capital City, Ord Cestus
​Post: 1

"Ord Cestus stands in between the Empire and our dominion over the sector Highlord. Compliance has become a problem send the Hangman."​

​The skies above the capital city filled with swarms of ships as Sith Starfighters collided with the vastly outgunned planetary defense forces in a battle for control. Even amidst all this chaos a great swarm of MAAC/iv and Phi-class dropships cut through the aerial carnage carrying a deadly payload, the Blackblade Guard. One such gunship carried the leader of this operation General Dietrich Marr, Commander of the Reinforced Battlegroup and the infamously known Hangman. He stood out from his similarly armored guardsman through a black and red armorweave cape and the single shoulder pauldron marking him as an officer, while the unique symbol on the other shoulder marked him as a second generation blackblade.

​There was one perk he particularly enjoyed as one of only four Blackblade Generals and that was the freedom he was given in choosing the armor loadouts he brought to engagements. What the Emperor's Chosen wanted the almost always received. For this operation he made changes to the armored units that he brought with him choosing to bring AT-HAW alongside the Combat Assault Tanks. A statement needed to be made to the local government and an example to all other systems of the price of defying the Sith Empire. They would easily smash through the enemy defenses and when they had finally had enough, he would hang their broken corpses high for all to see.

​Dietrich walked up and down the large shuttle inspecting the last of the warriors that he accompanied down to the surface, making sure everything was perfect right down to the last. The warriors were like motionless statues as if they were just suits of armor. Just as he reached the last few a voice rang out from behind him "They are perfection given true form General, blessings of the gods be upon them." As the General turned around a familiar face came into view. One could tell just from looking at him that he stood different from the rest just by looking at his face, the sclerae of his were black and his irises yellow with red rims and he bore the nine pointed Sith Star on his forehead, his head shaved bald and devoid of any facial hair. The unique black and red armor he wore bore the holy sigil marking him as a blade, the dark steel armor was covered with dimly lit sith symbols woven alongside arcane words of holy sacrament. A lightsaber sat clip​ped to his side.

​This man was Dark Consul Kathagor one of Grand Hierop​hant Xithyl's greatest lieutenants. The Carnifex Avulsuna worship​p​​ed only two figures: [member="Darth Carnifex"] and Darth Prazutis with devotion that went deep into zealotry. Kathagor was known for his direct blessing by the Lord of Lies, a frequent user of the man's talents in the past. "Did you get the Blessed into position Dark Consul?" ​Dietrich asked him. Before they had come to Ord Cestus in preparation for the arrival he had the Dark Consul seed men and women of the favored into the populace hiding their signature auras, concealing their identities with fake ones. These were skillful actors ready to play the part of the fearful league collaborator until the battle was over. "They are ready General. I have hand selected the blessed for this operation myself. There will be no hiding when all of this is over." ​Kathagor said.

​They would all hang.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Objective: Recover Shipments.
Allies: [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Itash Mecetti"]


Nisha rolled her eyes so hard it actually hurt. Did this woman really think such a comment would tempt her into talking? Perhaps she’d take her tongue too. Someone so rude didn’t deserve to have such a powerful muscle. She’d have to do it with a hot blade, else she’d drown in her own blood, and Nisha couldn’t have that.

She smiled to herself, drawing the rapier at her hip. “Oh good.” she mused studying the blades edge. “I was beginning to think you brought me here as just to look pretty on your arm.”

Nisha deliberately ignored the Acolyte. She couldn’t quite trust herself to speak sweetly and politely.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Objective 4: Find The Regant
Allies: [member="Dante Sotari"]

~They moved in here recently~ Mor replied while keeping a lookout for any complications. Not that difficult, he only needed to look into one direction and make sure nobody would be coming towards them from it.

~Don't think they expected us to get here this quickly~

Which was silly as far as Morgan was concerned. This wasn't the first planet they had conquered, wouldn't be the last, this consistent effort of theirs to minimize the risk the Empire was to them? It was beyond him truth to be told. There was a click, which suggested that Dante was already done. Which was odd because even without electronics it should still have taken a bit longer.

~Hm, done alread-~

Vance turned around just in time to see the door open inwards and a group of troopers just behind it.

As quickly as possible he pushed up his carbine in response.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

OBJECTIVE 3
University of Agamar
Artefact Room

"Ah yes, these are our old treasures My Louh-ady" The warden signed and dabbed his forehead. "Everything we have found and compiled of historical artefacts should be present in this room." "May the Emperor look upon us with kindness after this most generous donation."

A smile curled up along the corner of Ophidia's mouth on the mention of kindness. The Rattataki Sith Lord strode into the room slowly, her head turning left and right like a vornskr sniffing out some delicious scent.

"Oh yes. I am certain the Emperor will be most pleased, warden." "That is, if we find what we are looking for."

A gulp, she could hear it, feel it in the Force.

She picked up a horned helm, it had a faint signature in the Force, but the moment she turned it and looked inside, she simply dropped it back on the shelf. It was fake. The real artefact was long since destroyed, and this had nowhere near the same potential in the Force. Next she passed by a rack of weapons, her fingers traced over them: The weapons of old Jedi and Sith, but none of them were particularly powerful.

"Are you certain this is all?"

Her fingers traced over a shelf, locked in transparisteel, containing leaf upon leaf of ancient-looking flimsiplasts.

"Yes"

He lied, she could smell it.

 

[Decimus]

Objective 1: Diplomacy
Location: Agamar
Post: 3

"Efficiency is something I strive for, my lords. And your caution is perfectly logical. You are more than welcome to establish whatever garrison you wish on Agamar. As for geological and environmental concerns, most of the emissions our factories produce are recycled for usage in other endeavours, and our factories are primarily being built in mountainous regions where crop growth will not be feasible in the long term.", he said, his response swift and calculated. After all, he'd run any potential questions through his matrices days before the Emperor and Darth Prazutis had even arrived.

The group continued passing by many assembly lines, eventually reaching the portion of the chamber where more advanced designs were being meticulously constructed by groups of Geonosian engineers. "Even now I still have the support and favour of several queens back on Geonosis. They sent a great many of their drones to support my efforts here in secret. Let's just say they aren't all fond of the current situation on Geonosis with this new iteration of the Confederacy....."

Eventually, they arrived at a sizeable meeting hall, with a long table and many seats gathered around it, in particular a larger throne with various data storage and holonet devices built into it. The General took a seat, extending a small plug from it before sliding it into a port at the back of his head, before beckoning his guests to sit. "From this seat, I have access to every single droid unit currently operating on Agamar. Nothing occurs without my knowledge. The Force and weapons of war may have great uses, but in the end, information is the true power in the universe.", the General said. A bold statement considering his guests, but not an untrue one. Aut-X was not afraid to speak his mind, after all.

[member="Darth Prazutis"]
[member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Vanessa Vantai"]

 

[Vaylin]

Objective 4: Wreck it Ralph - Hunt down the League of Voss
Location: Ord Cestus, Capital City Outskirts
Allies: [member="Dryden"]

The Empire's forces were now making their presence known in the city, fighting against the local militia that were not going to stop in defending their home. It meant that the League of Voss were no doubt going to start making a move to assist.

Making it a perfect time for them to be caught in the middle.

As they made their silent progress through the tunnels, the troopers suddenly halted as the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from further along. Vaylin walked past the Legionnaires and listened. She picked up several voices talking, the sound of weapons being picked up and loaded.

With a nod, she directed the troops to press on, rifles ready.

The group was soon greeted with an large open room below, the source of all the noise as the League's troops were rushing around preparing to fight. Vaylin didn't hesitate as she directed her own men to fire upon the enemy.

Immediately she noticed a few of their number fled, disappearing into tunnels on the other side of the room. The Zabrak turned around to her fellow Sith.

"Use the tunnels and go around, do not let them slip away."

Lightsabers in hand, the Sith parted from the group leaving Vaylin and the Legionnaires to fight those that stayed. The Zabrak grinned, igniting her twin lightsabers before leaping down into the fray.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Location: Ord Cestus
Objective: 4
Allies: [member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Nisha Decrilla"]

The prodding grin on Jorryn's face faded into a grimace as the girl ignored her attempts to get some directed words out of her, annoyance replacing the amusement she was hoping to get out of the situation.

"Y-"

A more rational part of the acolyte's mind caught the sentence just as it began to slip out, forcing the words back down as she sternly faced forward again.

Her hand clenched itself into a fist as she raised it to her lips and cleared her throat.

"I suppose you mercenaries do work differently from the Empire then." The Echani's hands fell behind her back as she began to turn in Lord Mecetti's direction. "Though I suppose your outfit is efficient enough to justify it."

"I prefer to keep company that understands and respects the line of command myself." Her amber eyes stared directly at the assassin standing by the commander's side.

As the mercenary told the outfit to ready themselves Jorryn simply pulled aside part of her jacket for easier access to the lightsaber that hung from her hip, hand hanging beside it ready to pull the blade from it's place as soon as the defences came down.

 

[Itash Mecetti]

Objective: Recover Shipments.
Allies: [member="Nisha Decrilla"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

Her annoyance could be tasted and it tasted sweet.

Tash shared a glance with Nisha, one ugly small smile meeting the other. "Some people are naturally inclined to follow, I reckon, there is no shame at all in that, Acolyte Fordyce." She had been rude and was still pushing, a mild rebuke was the only way to go as far as Tash was concerned. He watched the carnage before them, their air support bombarding the fortifications and his men working on a breach.

It didn't take long.

Not long at all for his ears to ring with victory as part of the wall collapsed and his men started flooding into the large crevice. "Well, that didn't take long." Tash stretched just an inch. "Shall we, then?"

Lightsaber of pure white ignited and Tash started walking towards the mines.