Where It Began [First Order Dominion of Eriadu [Hex N-47]

[Dirk Bannahan]

Location: Eastern Redoubt, Sector Four, Eriadu
Objective I
Allies: [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Primat Ren"]
Nearby Allies: [member="Konstantin Makarev"]


Equipment: Violet Lightsaber, Hold-out Blaster, and Blue Armorweave Cape
Morale: Neutral

Now they were swapping names. How friendly. How kind. How considerate of them. Were they even aware of the gravity of serving under Supreme Leader? Or maybe these people knew even more about service to the First Order than she did. After all, one of them was Sieger’s elite. The other, one still breathing after the exchanges in the temple previously.

Maybe it was just her on the outside, and these kids really understood the concepts.​

Not that Rae was old; but she tended to feel much older than her those who usually milled about her presence. ​

“Marriskcal? Primat? Nice to meet you.” Though you wouldn’t get that the impression that she thought it was nice from her tone. “My name is Racosidae. Nobody remembers it. Nobody uses it. Call me whatever you like.” She shrugged her shoulder and then pointed towards the exit of the shuttle.

“What is our mission anyway? I don’t ever read the files.” Rasped Rae, apparently bristling at Primat’s attempt to size her up.

 

[Jomasom Leuf]

Objective: BYOO
Post: 6
Location: Phelar Port
Allies: [member="Shoma Ike"] [member="Odile Kimura"]

“Nice to meet you as well, Mister Kimura.” Joma was curious of the man’s role in all of this, and even more curious by its omission. But he needed to strike that balance between bold and humble, and later perhaps he could get Kimura off to the side to find out exactly what the man had to do with Atrisian politics. On the flip and more mundane side, he could have been the young Prince’s minder.

Still he was genuinely surprised that he had the royal’s attention so early in the meeting.

“Lommite,” Captain Leuf intoned as though he were about to compose a sonnet about it. With that slight flair for showmanship, he clasped his hands together and continued.

“I will not try to downplay the fact that The Rimma Trade Route is not entirely secure yet. It’s not only common knowledge but widely distributed in most Core news outlets. While I have no doubt the mighty First Order will systematically secure the space lane, Alliance-in-Exile still patrol and outlaws abound. Rest assured, this is where the West Rim Trading Company comes in. Our fleet of freighters are all armed and shielded with proper defense. I would be delighted to show you some of the vessels, but economic models as well.”

Of course they did not contain exogenous change, but that would depend on how slowly or quickly the First Order could do as it intended. Such was the beauty of a dictatorship though. The urge for full jurisdiction across the galaxy would not abate, not unless forced.

 

[Varian Alaric]

Location| Eastern Redoubt, Sector Four, Eriadu
Objective| Objective I
Allies| [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Racosidae"]
Nearby Allies| [member="Konstantin Makarev"] | [member="Krayn Ren"] | [member="Seto de Couteau"] | [member="Dorean Primulus"] | [member="Chandana Kay"]

Equipment| 2x Lightsabers (crimson), RAKGHOUL Armor
Status| Determined

“My name is Racosidae. Nobody remembers it. Nobody uses it. Call me whatever you like.”

"Your name's Racosidae? That isn't a bad name, you should be proud of it," Primat spoke honestly to the female Ren, who he knew now was a vampire of some sort. Even though she was a vampire, he knew he didn't need to fear her. She was in service to Sieger Ren and the First Order, just like him and Marriskcal. Their wasn't any reason to be afraid of her or think that she held evil or rebellious intentions against them or against the Supreme Leader himself. However, those sharp canine's of hers did give him the chills and made him uneasy. Even though Primat was in his power armor, he still felt unease when he was around the vampiric Ren. But they did have a mission at hand, and he wouldn't allow his unease at being in the presence of an vampire muddy his efforts now

“What is our mission anyway? I don’t ever read the files.”

"The mission? It's simple really, nothing of much note. See that bunker over there where the Storm-troopers are charging into," Primat spoke slowly to ensure both Racosidae and Marr would heed and listen to his words. And of course, as he tried to remember all of the words that had been in their mission briefing. The metal fingers of his right hand went to his left wrist, his index finger pressing a small colorless white button on his wrist. Keeping his finger down, he slid it downwards, allowing it to press against a conjunction of buttons which were the same size as the button he had first pressed, soft clicking sounded emitting from the buttons as his finger applied pressure to each button. In response, a holographic map took shape from the first button that Primat had pressed, it was big enough to where the three Ren could all see it and analyze it easily. It was a 'map' of the sewers and bunkers which had been created through the use of probe droids using sonar technology and echolocation to map the sewers and then draw up a rough and probably imprecise layout of the bunker built on previous information the First Order had. "We need to get into this bunker, and kill any rebel forces which obstruct our main objective of...capturing the rebel leaders and previous planetary leaders which have hidden in this bunker in fear of us coming here. Kill or wound anyone who get's in our way, and capture the political officals we need. I'm sending all of you an electronic readout of this map...now."

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

Major Dorean Primulus, Stormtrooper Corps​

Equipment: Senior Officer Combat Uniform - Heavy Blaster Pistol​

Location: Sector 3, Eastern Redoubt, Eriadu​

Status: Objective I - Bunker Busting​

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"This is Major Primulus; all forces be advised, phase two is to begin immediately. I repeat, phase two is active."

The command reverberated through the communications network for that sector, the stormtrooper captains sending digital confirmations to their superior before beginning to dispatch orders to their own underlings. Taking down the batteries of anti-aircraft emplacements had been critical for this plan to proceed, as the enemy forces currently firing at stormtroopers from the safety of their trenches would soon find out.

Around fifteen kilometres up in the air, a frigate would arrive and position itself strategically above Eriadu City. A moderate-sized section of its hull would open, white-armoured Imperial jumptroopers lining up in preparation for their drop onto the enemy position. A green light was given a moment later, and over a hundred soldiers leapt from the safety of the ship into a frightening free fall.

Dorean observed their status from the holotable, silently wondering to himself how much this would surprise the entrenched enemy forces. He was dedicating an entire company of good men to this manoeuvre, they couldn't fail him now.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Praetorian Initiate
Objective I
Equipment | Mk. I RAKGHOUL Semi-Powered Battle Armour, Vibrodaggers, Lightsaber (blue) & Training Lightsaber (red; synthcrystal), DE-39 Maser Rifle, Throwing Knives, C-25 Fragmentation Grenades
Location | Eastern Redoubt, Sector Four, Eriadu
Allies | First Order, [member="Primat Ren"], [member="Racosidae"] (with), [member="Dorean Primulus"] [member="Konstantin Makarev"], [member="Chandana Kay"] (nearby)

[SIZE=11pt]There was a slightest of trembles in her fingers as her sister returned their greeting in a nonchalant tone. Once again, Marriskcal found herself pondering if she has transgressed certain boundaries with her persistent familiarity. But as always, when it came to her brothers and sisters, the blonde always gave them countless of chances unless they happen to hurt her in a manner she could not forgive. Unless Racosidae spurned her attempts clearly, she was not about to admit defeat in her quest. For now, Marriskcal will just have to treat her sister like she would a particularly cantankerous tooka. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Then I’ll just have to prove that I’m not like the others.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Racosidae.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She uttered the name soundlessly to herself as she placed the helmet over her head, her mouth forming the inflection to it as she idly listened to Primat’s brief even as her armour cycled through its usual series of checks. The artificial air that came through was a relief, after the nauseating stench of ashes, oil, rust, and rot that permeated Eriadu’s polluted skies. Meticulous and careful about keeping in line with the orders and objectives she received, Marrikscal blinked within her helmet as her older brother made mention of detaining the leaders and planetary leaders. Did the brief change? It was not entirely implausible if the agents has discovered and disseminated new information in the short period.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]While it was only a slight change to their original objective, it would definitely make their job more complicated, since if they have to be careful about not accidentally killing any hostiles that may potentially hold some sort of importance. Despite grousing internally, Marriskcal said nothing as she accepted the updated telemetry, watching as the diamonds that indicated their positions flicker on to the map along with various others as they waited for the signal. “Thank you, Primat.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And then, a voice filtered through the comms system.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Acknowledged, Major Primulus. We will commence with phase two.” From their location nearby, the blonde watched as the stormtrooper contingent began to descent directly into the trenches. Well, this just means that it would make it slightly easier for their small team to aim right for the bunker, instead of fighting their way through.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Shall we[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]?”[/SIZE]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Location: Phelar Port
Objective: 2 - Garner Support
Interacting with: [member="Jomasom Leuf"] | [member="Odile Kimura"]
Equipment: [ the look ] [ lightsaber ] [ hololink ]

The man had a certain, infectious energy about him.

It no doubt served to make him a great salesman.

Fostering a smile, the teen inclined his head as Leuf finished speaking. "Of course, I should look forward to seeing these ships." No, not really. He could just as easily ask his Aunt Matsu for Saotome to provide the ships, except that the First Order wasn't likely to want to kark with Sasori Research and Design. And Sasori Research wasn't likely to want to kark with the First Order.

Such was the purgatory in which he now found himself in.

But, getting to the heart of the matter. "And just want kind of surcharge or levy would this safe transport to the Core cost me?"

Shoma wasn't exactly cheap. But right now, his planet's major export was tea. With an economy like that, he didn't have that Dosuum money.

 

[Omari Ngao]

Objective I
[member="Castiel Moncrief"], [member="Kyli DT-6767"]

A billow of smoke shot up through the roof of the building that Omari's pod crashed through. Shoving up the ignition to trigger the door's switch, he collapsed out of the pod with rifle in hand. Upon initial scanning of his location, it seemed as if he had crashed through a roof, but his re-adjustment of angles had him punching through the side of the building and he ended up in a street.

The streets were filled with smoke, no, smog. This planet was little more than a trash heap.

There was an indicator in his helmet's HUD, and then there was a voice. Designation, locating, and then absolute disappoint.

I don't recall requesting a Death Trooper coward.

"I need the Reformation's Information Hub intact, DT-6767." There was a click, and the commline died. They didn't need to communicate further. If it was life or death, with Death Troopers involved he was better off with his own devices. His hands clenched around the rifle and it was hefted to press on his shoulder as he directed his cadre of auxiliaries and shock troopers into the sewers before him.

 

[Kier Grey]

Kyli DT-6767
Eriadu Surface, Near Capitol Building

Spoiler: Equipment

• Blackwing Electro-Sword
• C-25 Fragmentation Grenade
• FastTurn-3 Hydrospanner
• G-6E Light Repeating Blaster
• G-12A Blaster Rifle
• Mark/VII DARKSABER [DELTA] Advanced Powered Combat Armour
• Plasma Torch
• Stuncuffs

Nearby: [member="Omari Vyken"], [member="Castiel Moncrief"]
Objective #: One (Support Vyken & Castiel's assets in their objective)

Kyli's G-12A Blaster tigthens in their shoulder listening to Vyken's voice she could hear a level of contempt, it didn't bother her many within the First Order resented the new breed of Death Troopers for one reason or another but it didn't bother the Supersoldier for whom the animosity wasn't mutual in nature. Nothing would get between Kyli and her goal; the suspected database mainframe being operated on Eriadu. Kyli fires two shots precisely into the thick doors' concealed hinges, the bolts from that ubiquitous and powerful blaster rifle punch effortlessly through the dense Durasteel the weapon had been specifically Engineered by FOCIE for specific use by AFTERLIFE Death Troopers.

Kyli's feet and thrusters launch her several hundred kilogram frame into the creaking door, it flies back and strikes the brick wall with a deafening crack down the short stairwell leading down into the Sewer and Maintenance access tunnels beneath the Capital. Leading the Shocktroopers and Auxiliary Troops down into the darkness, Kyli's helmet flashlights illuminate and the muscles within her eyes flex with a power unmatched by any normal Human adjusting and piercing through the thick veil of Darkness that hung over the ancient tunnels with Kyli's boots clanging against the metal grates beneath her step.

Taking short and slowly measured strides to ensure that the comparatively sluggish Shocktroopers and Auxilliary Personnel don't fall too far behind her. Kyli's motion tracker's contacts are pulled closer to the bearing; they are getting close to the action and no doubt one of the many server and ammunition rooms the Reformation's personnel and other insurgents had allegedly constructed beneath the surface. "Be advised, imminent contact with ten targets on the full-right after the upcoming corner." Kyli's thoughts pull up the TEAMCOM across the neural interface and she conveys the warning in a smooth cool tone completely dispassionate, their heart beating at a constant low of fifty-five beats per minute on their BIOCOMM IFF tag for friendly forces to examine.

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Captain (Jr. Grade) Cynthia "Cyn" Alucard
Designation: Pixie Leader
Classification: Fighter Interception Squadron (8)
Allies: [member="Robogeber"] and [member="Rowena Ewesa"]

With another raised eyebrow Cynthia paused for a moment to watch Pixie Seven march over to her TIE fighter. It had been several months since the last time Pixie Squad had ever needed replacements for their losses. When they had been flying for a different Imperial Flag their only losses occurred over the space of Kamino, and it had been quite a disaster for the young Captain. My first time at Command. The thought burned into her mind, memories flashed as Cynthia shook her head and cleared away such unneeded thoughts.

Her past Wing Commander had her serve as his second, and no doubt wanted command to be passed over to her at some point. But. The thought halted at a single word as Cynthia seated herself inside her TIE, a whirl and a beep from the Droid Brain confirmed that all repairs and rearmament had been completed. Her hands gracefully danced across the control board and her TIE's ignited engine displayed no misfire and readily awaited its commands from the pilot.

Cynthia stretched her fingers, as each hand slowly grasped the controls, the TIE shuddered lightly and Cyn allowed herself to smile once more. "Pixie Squad report." Cyn ordered.

"Pixie Two; Ready and Standing by."

"Pixie Three; Ready and Standing by."

"Pixie Four; Ready and Standing by."

"Pixie Five; Ready and Standing by."

"Pixie Six; Ready and Standing by."

"Pixie Seven; Ready and Standing by."

"Pixie Eight; Ready and Standing by."

The new voice felt foreign, and it was of course, perhaps it was some form of apprehension or some unresolved anxiety for many of the Pixies but many tightened and re-tightened their controls. The new voice of Pixie Seven had been the proverbial last nail to an otherwise opened casket. None had dared thought of new pilots to replace their lost comrades and worse still there had been a fantasy that grew of how their old Wing Commander would somehow fly into the Hanger Bay and explain how the rest of Pixie had merely been sent out on a long recon mission.

A terrible fantasy to let fester in the minds of Pixie Squadron. Cyn silently thanked Pixie Seven, Rowena Ewesa, it had been a long time, enough time. As the saying goes, time to move on.

"Pixie Squad, time for dust off. Minimal thrust and follow my lead."

Cyn carefully maneuvered her TIE out of the hanger and with the assisted gravity launcher from the hanger her TIE escaped into open space. Gravity from inside the ship no longer kept her into her seat and now Cyn relied on her fighter craft for thrust and movement. Her TIE accelerated forward and waited for the rest of Pixie Squad to form up.

"Nōs habēmus Caelum et Stellās." Words from her old Wing Commander, and now words that belonged to her, words to fly on.

 

[Dirk Bannahan]

Location: Eastern Redoubt, Sector Four, Eriadu
Objective I
Allies: [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Primat Ren"] | [member="Dorean Primulus"]
Nearby Allies: [member="Konstantin Makarev"]

Equipment: Violet Lightsaber, Hold-out Blaster, and Blue Armorweave Cape
Morale: Neutral, (improving due to proximity to allies)

With introductions complete, Rae felt a little ball of what could be misconstrued as malice drop from her chest. It would be way too forward to consider either of these people to be friends, but at least they made some form of effort, and that was a good sign. It probably wouldn’t pay to be continuously standoffish, but the diminutive Ren in blue really did not know how to approach such social situations before a battle. From what Primat said, it sounded like it was going to turn into a straight up slaughter of the defenders.

An officer of the rank of Major gave out orders and for some reason her allies acknowledged it like they were mere troopers. Personally, Rae was done with taking orders from insane majors, and found the people possessing the rank to be the absolute worse middle ground between despotic and the intellectually myopic, like that four eyed freak that always grinned like an idiot as if she was staring at yet another meal for dinner.

Shaking that off, she growled a more friendly grow than usual at her comrades as the troopers made their movements. Opposition was very light, although there was some reports of blaster fire thumping away in the air.

“When we get down inside at first, feel free to stay behind me. Doubt there is anything they have will hurt me.” It was something of light tactic that she had grown to use while being stuck in the suicide ops within the auxiliary. Blasters just didn’t have enough punch to down a Force Vampire, regardless of the grisly visible effects the damage could have.

Out of habit she walked ahead of her Ren allies, conspicuously walking as though to draw fire.

 

[Omari Ngao]

Objective 1
[member="Kyli DT-6767"], [member="Castiel Moncrief"]

Omari's rifle swung around behind him, covering their advance as the team progressed. Grinding his upper and lower rows of teeth against each other, he patted the shoulder of each of his team mates, signaling positions being changed up until he was at the front. Death Trooper or not, the Specialist no longer trusted in the ability of the Special Forces to complete the objective.

Contacts on the right.

Omari continued forwards until he spotted the Death Trooper near the corner. He didn't stop, and instead dropped down into a crouch and leaned around the corner, finger tugging on the trigger to fire the electromagnetic slugs. The first shots missed, but the plasma that sprayed off of contact drew out screams of pain, even as bolts came flying back at him, he kept firing.

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Ren
Equipment: FO-07K Multi-purpose Assault Armor | TCB-42 Infiltration Droid "Spot"
Location: Sector 4 Sewers, Eastern Redoubt, Eriadu
Status: Objective I - Infiltration and Trap Setting

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Yet another trifling matter. Spot, his droid, indicated to its master that movement and sudden power surges had been detected several meters ahead. Even with lights that slowly grew in visibility, the pitch darkness of Seto's current tunnel made those lights almost like phantasms that were difficult to discern. Perhaps all the muck around him had absorbed most of the light, and with nothing to reflect off of the light seemed so very distant and dim. With a huff he moved quickly, his feet silent as his body kept low, his armor provided many benefits but it was Seto's daily regalement that allowed him to move swiftly and silently through the sewer tunnel.

He neared the exit, and Spot remained afloat, its information flow gave Seto a continuous overview of the underground tunnels and facilities ahead. Much of the noise consisted of feet that stomped around and shouts of officers that needed more men and supplies. Things appear to be headed into a poor situation for these poor hostiles. The bemused Ren slowly crept out of the tunnel and into a more exposed area, the lights around his now sewer free tunnel blinked on off, often the lights matched with each shudder from the underground bunker.

Spot whirled around and quickly Seto moved himself behind a corner as a pair of enemy soldiers quickly moved with a large case. Unfortunately for the duo the moment they turned the corner their world turned black and Seto dragged their bodies into the sewer tunnel that he came from, his hands reached for one of their commlinks and had his droid work on the device.

The First Order jamming fields were impressive and had done too well of a job, if Seto were to be honest, but luckily the information he could gleam from the CommLink he took provided him with enough intel for his next objective. He typed instructions for his droid, fingers gracefully danced across his gauntlet, and the droid began to place small explosives as Seto continued to move through the tunnel. Another pair of troops found themselves utterly surprised by Seto, and another pair of troopers laid unconscious with quick take-downs from the Ren.

Seto had a few more tunnels and access points to find before he could rejoin with the rest of the main force that had begun to siege the bunker, their enemy's escape must be compromised and Seto intended to close the jaws of the First Order around their enemies.

[member="Primat Ren"] | [member="Racosidae"] | [member="Konstantin Makarev"] | [member="Chandana Kay"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Omari Vyken"] | [member="Kyli DT-6767"]

 

[Jomasom Leuf]

Objective: BYOO
Post: 7
Location: Phelar Port
Allies: [member="Shoma Ike"] [member="Odile Kimura"]



"That all depends, Your Grace, on what type of contract you are interested in. The Company buys goods wholesale, or we can just transport them. But I assure you our prices are fair.”

Joma shifted on his heels and then continued. “As for tariffs or surcharges that’s entirely up to the First Order.” He glanced again at Mr. Kimura still curious as to the quiet man’s role. His snap judgement of the Atrisian people were that they were humble and unassuming, not like some insufferably didactic races who would blather on and explain facts that the Captain already knew. It was his pet peeve, and he was conscious not to employ it with the Prince.

“How much do you know about charter companies? The reason I ask is if I’m able to charterize WRTC with the First Order government as my sponsor, I believe that will provide incredibly competitive pricing for planets under their domain.”

The ink was not dry on the deal, not yet at least, but the former navy man was hopeful that there were not labyrinthian bureaucratic and legal departments on Dossun which would hold things up for too long.

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective: Root out Jedi
Location: Heading to island in the Bay of Conquest
Post: 7
Allies: [member="Rahsah"]

Varas was the last person to judge another race, sex, species or whatever other inclination. While she knew that her mother was fervently xenophobic and quite misandric and suspected her father was the opposite, she herself had not formed an opinion, despite the First Order’s reputation for being a human-centric group. In fact, she’d heard rumors that both her parents despised each other, and likely it was due to these opposing viewpoints.

Maybe that’s why she was able to dwell upon the middle ground on the subject.

“Oh yes. Echani, right? Now it makes sense with your complexion and fair-”

Her eyes widened and focused on a sight directly behind Rahsah.

“Wow, look at that!"

Something leapt out of the water, something big. To Varas it looked like a giant, mutated sea creature, likely affected by the toxicity of the water. The beast was both majestic and terrifying, its wide tail slapping the water as it disappeared back into the muck.

“Guess that rules out swimming,” she joked. Pulling out a pair of electrobinoculars, pressing them to her eye sockets and then handing them to the Echani, she continued, “The island is in sight. You ready?”

 

[Progflaw99]

Objective I

It had taken the veteran Sergeant of the Auxiliary longer than he would have liked to extricate himself from the drop pod, arm hanging up in one of the tangled straps that had held him in place. Eventually it had come down to slicing the strap free with his combat vibroblade - it wasn't like the pod was reusable anyway. Heavy booted footfalls echoed in Castiel's ears as he rushed from the pod, eyes observing his surroundings as he hastily sought cover. His pod had landed in the center of a wide crossroads, bricks and mortar scattered across the street from the pod's ruinous path. Shouldering up against a nearby building, Castiel raised his rifle as his eyes scanned the street. If they hadn't fired yet, he was sure it would come raining down soon.

Elsewhere he heard the sound of weapons fire, drawing his attention. *Guess the fight's that way.* Grunting, he shoved off again, this time keeping his eyes on the alcoves and windows. If any unfortunate soul popped out, they'd meet the business end of his blaster.

[member="Omari Vyken"] | [member="Kyli DT-6767"]​

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Praetorian Initiate
Objective I
Equipment | Mk. I RAKGHOUL Semi-Powered Battle Armour, Vibrodaggers, Lightsaber (blue) & Training Lightsaber (red; synthcrystal), DE-39 Maser Rifle, Throwing Knives, C-25 Fragmentation Grenades
Location | Eastern Redoubt, Sector Four, Eriadu
Allies | First Order, [member="Primat Ren"], [member="Racosidae"]

[SIZE=11pt]At Racosidae’s assertion, the initiate faltered, her concern for the other colouring her aura. It was not because Marriskcal doubted the skills and abilities of her sister in blue, but it because her calm words sounded like it was a situation in which she had grown accustomed to. And as the blonde has worked with several military units, aside from her brothers and sisters in the Order of Ren, she knew that every member of a unit tried their best to cover for each other.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She signaled for her brother to take their sister’s four, while Marriskcal herself formed at her eight with her lightsaber in hand. With Primat and herself acting both as her offensive and defensive escorts, Racosidae would hopefully be able to focus on devastating the hostiles that were foolish enough to get in their way.

While it was a rudimentary tactic, it was also something that was effective due to its simplicity and guidance from the force. The three Ren cut a linear path through the immediate battlefield, their forms swiftly disappearing into the bunker. Between the concentrated efforts of the military might of the First Order and the lack of cohesion of the hostiles sheltered within, their small team wreaked chaos.[/SIZE]

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

Major Dorean Primulus, Stormtrooper Corps​

Equipment: Senior Officer Combat Uniform - Heavy Blaster Pistol​

Location: Sector 3, Eastern Redoubt, Eriadu​

Status: Objective I - Bunker Busting​

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Five kilometres

The fall was deafening, the air roaring by their helmets at terminal velocity; however, it was also quiet at the same time, almost serene. There were no laser or flak cannons firing up at them, no starfighters blitzing past them to engage in dogfights with their adversaries. It was just them and the city that they were rapidly approaching from above, more and more Imperial walkers and troop movements becoming visible by the second. The captain in charge of Cresh Company, distinguished by his red pauldron, gave the signal over comms for them to initiate the drop sequence of their jetpacks, the hundred or so stormtroopers doing such without hesitation.

Three kilometres

The jumptroopers began to level out, moving to align their bodies with the horizon instead of diving. All of HUDs integrated into their helmets lit up, displaying their designated drop point against the enlargening surface of Eriadu. They began dividing into wings, lieutenants splitting up from their captain and manoeuvring away from the prime platoon and issuing engagement orders to their sergeants.

One kilometre

Their blaster rifles were retrieved from their belt latches, a dim red glow emitting from the displays of the weapon. The estimated time to landfall hit 10 seconds, and their jetpacks activated almost instantaneously, jerking them upwards as they initiated a controlled descent onto the drop point, their ranks ready to claim victory for the First Order in that sector of the city.

Engage

The sky above the enemy trenches lit up with red bolts of compressed plasma, the newly-arrived jumptroopers firing at anything below them that dared to move or fire back at them. Major Primulus watched the weapons exchange through the holotable, a well-deserved smirk appearing on his face as he downed the rest of the drink in his flask. "Lieutenant, get me a ship." He commanded, tucking the metallic object back into his coat before shutting down the display.

The day would end with columns of stormtroopers marching magnificently through the streets of the devastated city, offering assistance to wounded or lost civilians while dispatching the living that still dared to oppose the Imperial war machine. After so many years, after so many wars, the First Order had finally claimed dominion over the planet of Eriadu thanks to the service of the Imperial Army.

Victory was life indeed.

 

[Rahsah]

Objective 4
Post IV
Allies: [member="Varas Ren"]

Yes, Echani. And she was about to talk about her physical appearance when she became distracted. Silver eyes followed the line of sight to the giant creature that spewed forth from the waste-filled waters. It crashed back beneath the surface almost as quickly as it appeared, but the silver eyes didn't leave. This world was so violated by the people that lived upon it that feelings of hatred were building. That creature surely could not have been natural. Nothing so disgusting looking, covered in filth as well, could be normal. Arms crossed over bosom as fingers clenched on upper arms. The anger was annoying and a hindrance. She did what she could to push it away.

No, there would be no swimming. Though when Varas mentioned the island was in sight, her anger subsided a tiny bit as she turned to look. Not large by any means, the island was drawing steadily closer. People there were probably watching already. Undoubtedly these Reformationists would be ready to deal with those who were sent. Well, ready to try. Varas was a Ren, and a strong one. Rahsah was an initiate, maybe, in the Praetorian's, and a highly skilled Firedancer. Coming from a family that had a long history of serving in such a role, it was no surprise that she would follow suit. These people who were standing in the way of the Supreme Leader would come to find out the folly of doing so.

"I am ready," she said after a moment of reflection.

Since the likelihood that they could be accosted upon landing was there, slender hands drew the double brand and held it loosely. It was a lethal, beautiful weapon capable of cleaving most things in two, and even capable of dealing with lightsabers. It was also her favorite. The skill it took to use it was greatest among all the weapons of the Echani, and to carry one was considered prestigious. Though often people carried them that couldn't use them, using it as a way to foil people's advances and to bully. She had always relished killing people like that in battle. The feeling would likely be the same among the Reformationists.

"Let us show them the glory of what the Supreme Leader provides."