You Have Something That Belongs to ME! [Open to First Order]

[Krayn]

IN ORBIT |\ DEMONSGATE
KATHOL SECTOR

An odd reddish glow illuminated the planet that was sat before the Retribution-Class Star Destroyer Sieger’s Wrath, creating a feeling that this planet had a reputation to live up to it’s name. Yet he was not afraid of a name, nor anything that lay in store for that matter. He had no time for fear.
“The planets geo-thermal activity is as predicted.” Admiral Deesat, an ageing yet well presented First Order officer stated from Belis’ left. “I’ll have the landing craft prepared.”
“Very well.” Belis’ voice was muffled by his mask, the artificial voice emitter within changing it to something deeper. “Have my shuttle prepared as well. I will be joining this mission.” He turned and allowed his cape to flow across the floor before making his way down the gantry towards the rear of the bridge.
“Of course.” Deesat answered turning back to his own position at the display. “As you wish.”

All in all there were ten craft that departed Sieger’s Wrath, four were the newly designed TIE/FO style fighters, escorts for the five transports that carried within them a platoon each of the First Order’s specialist shock troopers. The last was Belis’ own shuttle, a dedicated command ship designed perfectly for this sort of operation. It was crewed by several officers and pilots who knew their jobs; Get Belis to the surface.
“Saber Two key in approach vector four.” Lieutenant Commander Anette Lyse, the point pilot of the shuttle could be heard saying as she addressed the angle of the shuttle and assured that the rest of the landing party followed suit. “Engage atmospheric protocols.” A pause as the dull redness continued to grow ever large. “Prepare for orbital release.” The shuttle shook as atmosphere took hold of the ship and Belis felt the speed increase as it did. A thick layer of sulphate cloud blocking any view of the planet.
“Run scans Lieutenant Commander.” The Knight of Ren said as he took in the thick white cloud that had not been visible from orbit.
“Of course Sir.” She hit a button on the centre console and the display sparked to life. Several small areas of life could be seen on the planets surface, nothing too substantial.
“There.” Belis pointed at the map. “That is our target.” He stood and moved towards the rear of the shuttle as Anette Lyse brought the ship around and relayed co-ordinates to the rest of the flight party.

 

[Krayn]

The transport shook violently as it entered the atmosphere of Demonsgate, a dull creaking of expanding metal as the boat began to pressurise with each passing hundred metres or so. It was hard to tell, the world outside was unknown to them.
Right now the only thing to focus on was the red light that was positioned to the left of the deployment ramp, that and the back of the helmeted head of the stormtrooper stood in front.

They were to be the first onto the ground, at least that was the plan. First response and secure had been the briefing, or what little assessment they had been offered before being loaded onto the transports and ejected from Star Destroyer that was now sat in close orbit over what ever world they had been sent to. It wasn’t his job to question, he was raised to follow orders and that was exactly what he was going to do.

The hard thud of the ground impacting against the bottom of the transporter as it released its thrusters and settled down onto the planets surface. Within his helmet the HUD fired to life, a deep red digital display that began to allow RN-715 to see the designations of his fellow stormtroopers as well as other tactical information that was relevant to his task.
The red light at the front of the transport turned blue, spinning with speed as the ramp hissed and began to lower creating a collective sense of tension around the unit as blasters were gripped tighter and muscles clenched.

The stormtroopers moved from the transport in lines of two, RN-715 swept left following the man in front of him as they began to spread around their target zone and create a safe perimeter.
“Hold.” The order came through the unit com-channel that was directly linked to their helmets, it caused them all to stop in their advance and fall into overwatch positions aware that whatever was out there could come at them whenever it suited it.

It never came though. The terrain was horrific enough to put them on edge however, thick pillars of sulphate cascaded into the air through deep crevasses in the ground. Occasionally a geyser would erupt in the distance creating a loud boom and trickling crackle that will fill the air.
A thick floodlight illuminated an area in front of them, showing a large selection of mining equipment and machinery, several small prefab shelters were scattered among the area and a reasonably large group of civilian dressed people were starting to amass at the edge near their location, RN-715 would have opened fire, but the look of confusion was thick on these apparent miner’s faces.

Behind the Stormtroopers the command shuttle began to land, slowly defending as it’s wings rose to a peak, a pair of TIE fighters roaring over head. The First Order had arrived, he just hoped these miners were prepared.

 

[Krayn]

A thin layer of ash was kicked up into the air as the access ramp to the shuttle settled down with a harsh hiss. A pair of heavy booted feet creating more to flow skyward as Belis removed himself from the ship and made his way with purpose towards the small settlement now surrounded by First Order Stormtroopers.

He had to give these miners credit, the world of Demonsgate was as inhospitable as any. Thick with fire, heat and death, they had survived here for decades on little more than sheer willpower. However looking at them he realised that they were not as a resolute as he had first anticipated. Many were broken, some physically others mentally but all in some way were damaged by the constant gruelling toll that mining on this planet was creating.

He stopped, a pair of stormtrooper officers falling into rank behind him and their emotionless stare joined his as he took in the amassing miners before him. Each wore the same decrepit overall uniform, stained with what could only be the very earth of the planet beneath them. Yet none held the face Belis needed to see, he would have to hunt after all.

“Where is Genari Talseth?” The helmet’s voice receptor increased his volume automatically, the technology taking in his tone, his surrounds and other ambiant noise before deciding on the necessary pitch to deliver his words.
The group gave a murmur. Several heads turned to each other and yet no one among them moved. It was most displeasing. Belis took a step forward and straightened his posture before speaking with more authority. “Genari Talseth is to step forward now on command of Supreme Leader Ren.”

“What is all this about?” A man, human in appearance and of the older stock made a move out of the group of miners, he wore the same clothes as the others but with a stronger build than most. “I am Genari Talseth.” He looked Belis up and down, a quirk in his eyebrow before taking in the stormtroopers surrounding the camp as well as the landing craft and overhead TIE-Fighters. “Office is this way, would be better to talk in there.”

“It would.” Belis answered his smile hidden beneath his helmet. “Lead on old man.”

 

[Krayn]

Such a large group of civilians did give RN-715 pause.
He could feel his fingers clench his rifle as more kept joining the group for any one of them could be holding a weapon, waiting to aim it at the stormtroopers and make a martyr of themselves. His helmets scanners were working overtime as it processed faces and markings on each of the miners, mostly nothing would come up, several ex-criminals here and there, even a retired soldier or two.

Nothing to worry about.

The Knight had disappeared with the burly one he had called out, a small pre-fab shack blocking RN-715’s view of their conversation. He guessed it was important though, the Ren’s work always was.
“That’s Phrik in those cases.” His radio shot into life through his ear. It was the voice of another stormtrooper who had started to examine several crates near his location. “Their mining Phrik.”
“TX-421, please verify.” That was his officer. GC-014, a rough and experienced trooper who had apparently been part of the One Sith forces until he had been inspired by the Supreme Leader to murder his charge and join the true fight of the First Order. “Link visual feed.”
“Copy that.” TX-421 replied.

A small video started playing in the top right of RN-715’s vision as it would have for every stormtrooper present. It showed a crate as seen by TX-421’s own eyes, his helmet relaying the information on to the rest of the company. The metal that was stacked within the crate was clearly unrefined Phrik Ore, one of the more valuable materials in the galaxy.

“Secure the crate. TX-421.” The order came as quick as the protests began. The miners all lurching forward as one at the refusal of the stormtroopers removing the crate. RN-715’s blaster was risen, among with several others which gave the Miner’s pause.

However the blaster’s still didn’t discourage the first of the rocks to fly towards the stormtroopers, pattering off the helmet of the trooper next to RN-715.
“Troopers, warning shots.” several shots were released into the air which again caused the miners to stop their slight advance, but they were answered with more rocks.

It was getting messy, RN-715 just hoped the Ren would finish his work soon. He would hate to have to waste his blaster on these ruffians.

 

[Milo Ren]

Milo Ren had just disembarked the same shuttle that [member="Belis Ren"] was on moments ago upon hearing that warning shots were fired and that the phrink ore's retrieval was compromised. The young man was eager to prove himself to his superiors on his first assignment, which was mostly to stay as a reserve in case trouble started.

Well, trouble was certainly brewing.

Ren's boots kicked up the black dust that was called ground on this planet. It almost reminded him of the sands of Tatooine. In his right hand he held a mask, common apparel in the Knights of Ren. Flipping his hood up on his cloak, the man put the headgear on, hiding his white hair, sharp green eyes, and chiseled good looks. The mask clicked in place, displaying a HUD and linking him to the First Order's communication channel remotely. Milo spoke into the comlink near his mouth with an affluent, charming voice, conveying his upbringing with every word.

"Troopers, this is Milo Ren. I'm en route to your location. Do try to not damage the locals, yes?"

Milo unclipped his lightsaber from his belt, but didn't activate it yet. There was no need to at this moment. He set off at a brisk jog to the nearby settlement. Ren could already see the mob of people hurling stones and insults at the white Stormtroopers. Interesting. The situation seemed to be devolving rather quickly. Time was of importance here. Channeling into the Force, he moved a bit faster, moving at a running speed while only physically moving at a steady jog to the gap between the miners and soldiers.

Milo halted between the two parties, facing the upset citizens. Before he could even speak, a rock was thrown his way. Ren raised his left hand and reached out with the Force, slightly altering the trajectory of the projectile to the left of him, where it instead landed in the soft ash of the earth. His right hand still held his unactivated lightsaber, a gift from his graduation at Starkiller Base, where all potential Ren came to train. The tall, hooded man spoke now, his voice amplified by the mask, booming and resonant, yet still able to convey emotion and charm.

"Civilians, cease your disruptive behavior or we will have no choice but to use force to end this display."

The miners lagged momentarily, slightly hesitant, before continuing to pelt rocks down on the Stormtroopers and the Knight. Some of them were getting rather brazen, advancing a little too close for comfort. One miner, wielding a pickaxe, stepped forward slowly, uncertain if this was what he really wanted to do. Milo didn't take the chance that he would strike, instead pushing forward with his left hand with the Force, sending the man stumbling backwards.

This wasn't looking well.

[member="Rhun Trask"]

 

[Krayn]

“I would advise reconsideration on your behalf.” Belis stood over Genari Talseth who had been forced into the seat at the centre of the office, his face full of resolute decision tinged with fear towards the Ren who circled him like a predator with his hands clasped behind his back. “I will state our terms again. You cease independent production and instead supply directly to the First Order. We will assure that you are rewarded both as a team and personally.”
“I’ve told you once and I will tell you again.” Genari seemed to flinch as he spoke his words. “This is an independent mining venture and we intend to remain indepen—“ His hands moved to his throat as his face reddened. Belis had paused his circling of the man and instead had lowered his form to the seated level of the mining prospector.
“I find your lack of cooperation…” Genari’s fingers began to claw at his throat, vainly attempting to clear his airways from the hold Belis had applied with the force. “Disturbing.” He maintained his mental hold on the throat of Genari until his energy was all but spent, releasing it only when the man had began to succumb to the air loss in his system. “I will ask of you one more time. Produce for the First Order or be destroyed.”
Genari had his head low as he took deep messy breaths of air. His hair was slick over his face and pain was etched in across his body language. Finally he tilted his head and looked at the masked torturer above him.
“No.”
“Very well then.”
Belis ignited his saber.
Genari’s head hit the floor and Belis gave a deep exhale of air to release the anger that had taken hold before disengaging the deep crimson blade and returning it to his belt.
“Clear the camp.” He interlocked his voice with the communication channels of the stormtroopers outside. “Take every usable gram of Phrik to the transports. Destroy the rest.”
It was time to end this farce.

[member="Milo Ren"]
[member="Rhun Trask"]

 

[Krayn]

Several more rocks had been pelted at the Stormtroopers, verbal remarks flowing after them as the miners began to close ranks on the Stormtroopers. A few of them had taken up their tools as makeshift weapons, brandishing them menacingly towards the white clad soldiers of the First Order.

It was a display that was starting to really press on the troopers whose own weapons had remained ready after the initial warning shots had been fired into the air of the fiery world. RN-715 himself had moved along with several others and began the gravsleds attached to the crates of Phrik.
“You can’t take those.” One miner stepped forward again. “They belong to us.”
RN-715 moved to the side with his finger pointed towards the miner. “Stand back.”
“No, you will not take them.” The man tried to grab at the Stormtroopers weapon but instead received the butt of the rifle across his face.
“I said stand back.”
“He hit me!” The miner splattered around in the mud as he tried to get up, several others moving forward as their friend regained his feet. “The bastard hit me.”
“Stand back!”
Several miners came forward in an attempt to get at the troopers handling the crates.

<“Clear the camp.”> The radio call from the Knight came through to the ears of the First Order troopers. Many soldiers would have questioned the call, but not those of the Stormtrooper Legions, they were raised to know what to do and when to do it.
RN-715 didn’t question as his finger pulled the trigger and the first miner fell in front of him with smoke raising from his chest.

 

[Krayn]

The mining colony was burning. Buildings of industrial and living both brought to the flame by the troopers of the First Order who on Belis’ command had seen to the removal of anyone who stood in their way.
The screams of the dying filled the air as the Knight of Ren emerged from the office structure with a sense of imposed power about him, his black form instantly pausing to take in the shattered mine as Stormtroopers slaughtered the miners where they stood. Those few who chose to fight back found themselves brutally set upon by fists and knives, the final killing blow reserved for after the Stormtrooper had at least felt justification in his actions.

A yell came from his left as a miner appeared from behind a crate wielding a rough cut pickaxe, he swung it from over his shoulder and nearly clipped Belis if he hadn’t have reached out with the Force and sent the attacker across the floor away from him.
With a snap-hiss Belis’ lightsaber ignited and the miner was again manipulated by the force, this time it was towards him however and moments later he met his end as the red hued blade sliced across the chest of the man.

“My Lord.” An officer of the First Order troopers appeared beside Belis as he slowly turned with his lightsaber still ignited.
“Yes Sergeant.” He asked shortly.
“We have secured the packages and have taken two of the apparent craftsmen prisoner. All have been loaded upon the transport.” The Officer replied as he ignored the small pitched battle going on around him.
“We have wasted enough of our time here.” Belis disengaged his lightsaber. “Assure the rest of the camp is eradicated and that we leave no trace of our being here.”
“Of course My Lord, your shuttle awaits.”
Belis turned and strode across the camp as the Stormtroopers finished moping up the encampment, his shuttle already primed and ready for take off. As he entered the ship he had to mutter no words as Lieutenant Commander Lyse departed the surface of Demonsgate and set course for Sieger’s Wrath.

 

[TK-2387]

[member="Belis Ren"]
[member="Milo Ren"]
[member="Rhun Trask"]

In the same area, defending another set of Phrik-filled crates, Sergeant Kara and her squad from the Wolves had recently received the orders to 'clear the camp.' Kara nodded to the rest of her squad, he quickly raised their respective F-11Ds and aimed at the growing crowd of miners. Had Kara been anybody else, she would have thought otherwise about this, but she wasn't anybody else. She was Sergeant Kara, ST-2387, loyal soldier of the First Order, and she would follow her orders to the letter.

"Fire at will."

With one final command, she depressed her trigger along with the rest of squad, all of them sending a near constant volley of trained, precise shots into the gathered crowd, and watch with neutral expressions, as blank as their helmets, as the crowd began to immediately retreat in terror as they are quickly slaughtered in scores.

 

[Krayn]

RN-715 hit down another miner as he advanced across the camp, the stormtrooper levelling his rifle and blasting the man where he led with no real concern to the pleads for mercy. The acts of the mob before had rippled through the legion of First Order soldiers and whipped them into a righteous frenzy that saw them wanting nothing but the complete destruction of the camp.

He used his boot to kick over several barrels of a thick black liquid that poured out in heavy lumps across the black rock floor. A miner fleeing the massacre behind him slipped in the mess and landed heavily on his back, he didn’t get much of a chance to get back up again as RN-715 shot him in the gut and watched as the liquid ignited from the heat of his blaster shots.

<“All troopers.”> Across the communication channels the First Order received their next command. <“Return to transports and prepare for immediate extraction.”>
“Copy that.” RN-715 repeated through his in-helm vox as he removed himself from the combat and fell into line with his unit as the started to move onto the transports surrounding the camp.

[member="Belis Ren"]
[member="ST-2387 'Patriot'"]

 

[TK-2387]

[member="Rhun Trask"]
[member="Belis Ren"]

When orders arrived to pull out had arrived, her and her squad had immediately moved back as a single entity, reversing their movements entirely. Where at first, the firing line was slowly marching forward, they are now going in the opposite direction, weapons still trained on the quickly diminishing crowd, their rifles still blaring as they continuted to slaughter them even while they leave. In return, the miners had done nothing but scream, until she glanced to her right, noticing a block of...

Karking hell!

"They set down mining charges as explosi-" The charge then erupted, sending her and three other members of her squad flying. One rookie was too close to the charge, and likely suffered severe burns and fractured bones. The other two were relatively unharmed, with likely only a few bruises and maybe a major sprain. Kara, however, could automatically tell when she landed that her leg was broken, and how she landed on her left hand... Definitely a dislocation. She also found it hard to breath, a sharp pain in her... left lung whenever she took a breath in. At the least, a broken rib. At the most, puncturing of the left lung.

One of the troopers in her squad, a Lance Corporal Joran from his IFF tag on her HUD, rushed over to her, flipping her over to reveal scorched armor and a cracked visor. She coughed some of the smoke and blood (Definitely a punctured lung) out of her lungs while Joran tore her helmet off and set off to the side, his head shooting out as he and two others check the wounded while the rest of the squad forms a perimeter around them, their fire growing even more intense, the anger of seeing their fellow comrades-in-arms being poured into their trigger fingers as they swiftly slaughter the rest that were visible.

"We have three WIA, two triage level GREEN, one triage level RED, and one KIA, break... Cause of injuries and death: Weaponized high yield mining detonation pack, requesting one Bravo Tango (Bacta Tank) ready along with standard medical equipment ready when the wounded arrive, over."

At that, the two GREEN-level wounded are helped out by a single soldier each, their arms looped around their comrades' shoulders as they are half-carried to the transport. The fallen soldier is picked up by a single soldier who had holstered his blaster, and Kara, herself, was lifted up as gently yet as quickly as possible by Joran and another soldier and was quickly rushed to the transport. The rest of the squad fell back as well, two of them both tossing a thermal detonator into the camp to cover their retreat. The resounding explosions set more cannisters of the black oil on fire, which quickly exploded like a Napalm bomb afterwards, setting the rest of the camp and any survivors on fire.