You Really Do Belong With Us, Here Among The Clouds [First Order Dominion of Bespin]

[Krayn]

Objective List for the First Order dominion of Bespin
This Dominion has been opened up to opposition from the Galactic Alliance and the Underground. Both these factions have been invited to tell a story between their own people and our own faction. We hope in doing this that we can create an on-going story that expands out across multiple stories and sees the securing of entire sectors and mass invasions.
As such we applaud your abilities as writers and look forward to seeing the stories put forward!

Spoiler

Objective 1: (PvP Element)
This objective is shared with those within the Galactic Alliance who are joining this thread.
The Massacre of Ugnorgrad
When the First Order landed peacefully on Bespin, small garrisons were established on the Floating Cities in order to maintain an element of control and intimidation over the populace. Most didn’t seem to mind at all, in fact most embraced the Stromtroopers patrolling the streets.
However this all changed when on particular Garrison was bombed during it’s morning assembly resulting in the death of two Stormtroopers and damage to a flight of TIE-Fighters.
The bombs were linked to a Ugnaught movement known as the Renegades and their leader Ugnakaaraar was a rumoured contact of the Resistance.

The First Order have dispatched a small strike force of Stormtroopers, the 501st included to the underbelly of Ugnorgrad were in the confined tunnels and maintenance passage ways the Ugnaught’s make their home. Orders are simple, remove the Renegade threat and search for any links to the rumoured Resistance cell operating in the area. To make things more interesting the innocent Ugnaughts have aligned themselves with the First Order and are not to be harmed.

Note that this objective takes place in close quarters and vehicles, space ships and anything larger than a rifle is not permitted. Also not that Tibanna gas is rampant in this area of the city, any explosives would rip through large areas and probably kill everyone there as such items like grenades and bombs will be permitted only if absolutely necessary and use of which may require an edit post request.

Objective 2: PvE/PvP Combat
Secure the Skies
The First Order created a blockade surrounding the planet in order to prevent the arrival of forces that wish to see them removed from power. Recently several reports have come through to Admiral Hindarch that unmarked ships have been seen breaking through the blockade. In response Admiral Hindarch increased the fighter patrols over Bespin by fifty percent and has declared that all traffic un-monitored and checked by First Order processes is to be shot down.

Objective 3: PvE Social
Cement our hold on the Tibanna Trade
The First Order know that to hold Bespin they need to hold the Tibanna Gas. In order to do this the Gas Baron’s that possess control of the planet have all been measured into categories of importance and the First Order are working to befriend those of higher status by offering them titles beyond their initial reach. Those who do not comply are being replaced by those who do and it is up to the politicians of the First Order to oversee the necessity of these changes.

Objective 4: PvE Social
Re-establish the Bespin Wing Guard under our rule
Recently the Bank of Aargau was broken into and a substantial amount of credits were removed from the accounts of Bespin’s wealthy. A large amount of mistrust and blame was placed onto the Bespin Wing Guard and the current Baron-Administrator who was removed from office by the pressure placed on him by the surrounding Barons.
The First Order will use this to their advantage as they reinstate @Ileris Sonn as Baron-Administrator of Cloud City and establish control of the Bespin Wing Guard to act as a friendly source of police from outside the ranks of the Stormtroopers. As always an alternative objective lies behind the establishment of a new Baron-Administrator, secret plans for a new Star Destroyer originally stollen by the First Order from the Hutt’s were said to have been completed by the previous Administrator. the Santhe Corporation have promised to construct this star destroyer in bulk if the plans are delivered to them through @Ileris Sonn.

Objective 5: Bring Your Own Objective
What ever you want to do
Says it all. Hit the Casinos, do some nasty stuff or just sit around looking at the view. Your call, your posts

Objective: 4
Re-establish the Bespin Wing Guard Under Our Rule
Allies: The First Order
Enemies: Diplomatic Issues
Post: [01/20]

ILERIS

The way they made things on Cloud City left nil to be desired. In fact he had to give them all credit, the pure white lines and elegant curves of the upper-cities architecture hiding the sedated rot that lay within rather well. A rot that Ileris was here to cure.
Before the Corporate Lord of Rothana and owner of Sienar-Jaemus Fleet Systems marched a single man, he wore the same uniform as the blue toned and armed soldiers that made up the detachment behind him but he held himself in a different regard.
“Captain, you will allow me access to the Baron’s office as easily as this?” Sonn was curious as to the desires of this Captain Adina. As the ranking and commanding officer of the Bespin Wing Guard it was said that Adina was nothing but loyal to the man who oversaw Cloud City’s operation, yet with just the simplest of methods Ileris had managed to get not only Captain Adina, but his entire regiment onto his side.
It had seemed far to easy.
“Baron-Administrator Trevek is as you say.” Adina said simply as he moved the ground around to the left of a T-section and into a bustling street of high-class merchants. “I didn’t believe the corruption at first, your proof cemented it.”
“It is good to see a man of your worth has his priorities in line.” On his bracer Ileris pressed a switch with his extended finger, the move unseen by his escort. The relay of electronic signals dispatched by this action would send several elements into work. The first being the removal of the mole inside the Baron’s office, an agent placed there by Ileris and the First Order to plant and allow the finding of corruption that went beyond the Baron’s usual bribes. The second was far more secretive, it allowed the First Order to know that Operation Purge was a go and with the Bespin Wing Guard turning the attention elsewhere the transportation of vast amounts of troops to the floating city known as Ugnorgrad would be unseen and un-reported.
“We just are grateful to yourself and the First Order delegates. The galaxy needs more people like yourselves to stamp out these practices.” Adina said as his hand raised and the group of Wing Guard behind him split off into two groups and moved to the left and right passages of the corridor they had come to. “We will remove the Baron-Administrator as it is our duty to do so.”
“I have the word of the First Order that they will allow a new Administrator to be assigned as per the usual customs Captain.” Ileris shot the young man a look, his dark hair trimmed short and stern look forever plastered over his face. “Maybe even you will be able to sit upon that chair and bring a new golden age to Cloud City.”
“I’m not one for politics.” Adina gave a short laugh. “I wouldn’t be surprised if we just get another corrupt partner into our ranks, but at least we’d be able to watch him knowing of the corruption before it gets to far.”
“Maybe. Then again, perhaps the Baron’s will take this as a warning.” They had stopped short of a door where his two teams had began to rank up nearby. Ileris watched as Adnina shrugged and tapped the door several times before forcing it open with a security device held around his wrist.

“What is the meaning of this?” Baron Trevek declared as the Wing Guard entered his office, Adina in the lead with his hand resting on the blaster at his hip. Ileris was the last to enter, discreetly and as quiet as possible. “Captain Adina, this interruption will not go un-reported. This is my office and you are all—“
“Baron-Administrator Trevek, you are under arrest.” Adina began as a pair of officers moved in to handcuff the stunned Twi’lek.
“Arrest? What are you talking about.” Trevek began to mutter unprepared as the guards cuffed him. “Under what charges?”
“Corruption. Treason and consulting with wanted criminals by allowing the Aargau Bank investigation to be thrown.” Ileris himself stepped forward and stated the charges. “There are several other minor discrepancies but they can wait for the trial.”
“Who the frak are you!?” Trevek narrowed his eyes as the guards began to remove him from the office. “I never should have trusted those damn First Order lot, never should have—“
The door sealed closed and Ileris let out a sigh that was partnered with Adina’s own.
“Well done Captain.” Ileris extended a hand which was taken in the palm of a relieved ally. “You’re probably needed at the base, I can oversee the shut-down of the estate.”
Adina seemed hesitant but agreed. He nodded and allowed Ileris to remain alone in the office of what was until moments ago the most powerful man on Bespin.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

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BESPIN
CLOUD NINEhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/69675-cloud-nine
ARCENEAU AND KUHN HOME
BYOO: Tycoon's Bridezilla!

Well this was interesting....

That singular thought would mull within Danger's mind as her eyes narrowed upon the holonews. She was here in Cloud Nine for a singular objective.

Her upcoming wedding.

And to be honest, if this First Order ended up ruining her wedding...

There were the Nine Hells to be paid.

 

[Ricochet]

Objective 1
Location: Ugnorgrad Orbital Station [Port Entrance]
Post 1/20

Spoiler

(PvP Element) This objective is shared with those within the Galactic Alliance who are joining this thread. The Massacre of Ugnorgrad When the First Order landed peacefully on Bespin, small garrisons were established on the Floating Cities in order to maintain an element of control and intimidation over the populace. Most didn’t seem to mind at all, in fact most embraced the Stromtroopers patrolling the streets. However this all changed when on particular Garrison was bombed during it’s morning assembly resulting in the death of two Stormtroopers and damage to a flight of TIE-Fighters.The bombs were linked to a Ugnaught movement known as the Renegades and their leader Ugnakaaraar was a rumoured contact of the Resistance.The First Order have dispatched a small strike force of Stormtroopers, the 501st included to the underbelly of Ugnorgrad were in the confined tunnels and maintenance passage ways the Ugnaught’s make their home. Orders are simple, remove the Renegade threat and search for any links to the rumoured Resistance cell operating in the area. To make things more interesting the innocent Ugnaughts have aligned themselves with the First Order and are not to be harmed.

Allies: White Wolves and First Order Stormtroopers [[member="FN-2446"] [member="VI-2709"] [member="BT-5388"] [member="Argus Cade"] [member="BG-4463"] [member="CT-8273 (Talon)"] [member="Finn Dexrin"] [member="Dayne Gehnt"] [member="Kyle Amedis"] [member="Marcus Rai"] [member="Rhun Trask"][member="Scorpios Riley"] [member="Sibar Laval"] [member="TK-0308 Maverick"] [member="TK-0743 Kage"] [member="Thoros Nassir"] [member="ST-2387 'Patriot' "][member="Silas Khras"] [member="Torch"] [member="Vash Draykon"] [member="TK-0743 Kage"]] Ren Types: [member="Cali"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance and Ugnaught Renegades and Resistance Sympathizers

This was going to be a dangerous mission. Once more her forces would be confined to close quarters combat inside the cramp and over-urban pipe strata of Ugnorgrad, but, she had received reports that the civilians were friendly to the First Order take over. Normally this would be a relief but, trying to weed out Resistance fighters among friendly locals was a nightmare. They would have to tread carefully. New tactics would be involved. Under no circumstances was Ugnograd to be turned into a full battlefield. As much as Ricochet reveled in the title of Fist of the First Order - ​she objected towards the slaughter of civilians. A task she shameful once carried out under the One Sith. But, never again she swore. First Order were a hammer of order but, to her own personal code - not slaughterers.

Inside the transport that housed her stormtroopers of the 501st White Wolves and other companies, she watched them from her robotic and organic eye. Sporting a new scar that ran up her lip from the subjugation of Skye. Tapping the projection screen in middle of the two rows of seats that bordered the walls of the transport a projection of the Ugnorgrad internal systems were projected.

"Alright boys listen up." she barked. ​"This is going to go down very differently compared to Skye. Mixed in with the friendly civilians of this place are Resistance operatives who are using rebel Ugnaught operatives to conduct attacks on our positions in the orbital station. Now our intelligence has concluded that there are three zones of central activity within the lower maze of pipes of Ugnorgrad. But, here's the catch their hideouts are rampant with Tibanna gas. One large spark and we blow a hole in the station and we all die. You keep your attacks to blaster fire understood."

"Once we land we will spilt into task force groups codenamed: Alpha, Omega and Gamma." Ricochet waved her hand to the three Group Leads. "Alpha will be under command of [member="Kyle Amedis"], Omega under Ripper and Gamma will be commanded by a team of [member="Argus Cade"] and [member="BG-4463"], we'll move in as one and the split to cover more ground understood? Keep this clean and surgical!"

The transport shook as it landed in a side hangar of Ugnorgrad, which hovered far above Bespin below. Ricochet marched out and placed her helmet on. Motioning for her troopers to move out she approached a civilian representative. "Keep the civs calm buddy. We are here for the Renegades and scum who killed my soldiers in that blast a few days ago." The representative nodded nervously. "Gamma, Alpha and Omega, move out. Head into the lower levels and pipe systems, thorough search of all the shanty towns and urban decay, do you copy?!"

[OOC: Dont worry about group leads, I sort of picked them at random, just wanted to use real names. RP as you will.]

 

[Cali]

Objective: 1
Location: Ugnorgrad Orbital Station
Post 1/20
Allies: What little understanding of the force she has, and the white wolves [member="Ricochet"]
Enemy: The Galactic Alliance

Cali was until recently just an agent, know she was a disciple of ren and she had to prove her worth, if she ever hoped to progress. She was wearing a uniform, it was made out of armour weave, though it was not very tough. On her hip she had a blaster pistol and a whip, the whip was like her lightsaber. She could not block in coming shots with it, but her opponents would find it hard to block her attacks. Though the weapon required a lot skill to master she was showing some skill in it. Some thing others disciples wonder why, she had some natural talent for that particular weapon, something she was not going to share with them.

She listened intently as the major, gave her orders to her troops, they where to try and avoid hurting civilians. Though she knew in her hart the galactic alliance would be cowards and hide behind them. As their type of scum always did, and this produced collateral damage, and they usually got the blame for it. As the major finished giving her orders to her men, she stood back and waited for her, to ask her to go where she need her. It was weird feeling, not long ago this major would of just order her to do what she wanted her to do, but know she had to ask first, though she was under no illusion it was better just to do what was asked of her.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Objective: 1
Location: Ugnorgrad Orbital Station [Port Entrance]
Allies: First Order | [member="Ricochet"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance | Resistance | Little Pig People
Post: # 1/ 20

Here they were again – the 501st First Order troopers en-route to the next system to enforce their exemplary brand of justice and order. Helmets off, the men and woman who wore the white armour could remember they were human for a moment as they were briefed by the lady who was near half-cyborg – Ricochet.

It seemed this operation was no less important, but to be handled with a great deal of care and thought. Not that their operations weren’t carried out with care and thought, but with the Tibanna gas laced around their location, no trigger happy, grenade launching troopers could be tolerated.

”You got it,” Kyle said, taking Alpha.

As the landing lights came on inside, the helmets went on and they all become the unmistakable symbol of law and order, E11s in hand and soon on the move into the city behind their leader.

”Alpha Unit, with me. Any of you blast anything unnecessarily or use explosives, I’ll throw you over the side of the station myself.”

Time to take a stroll.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Bespin.

The last time he was here? When [member="Rekha Kaarde"] had taken him and [member="Spark Finn"] to ride those… creatures. They needed another day like that. Granted the dynamic of the group was transformed, and he had no idea how Spark and [member="Chevu Visz"] would work together. But one thing was certain, the Order was moving, and Starchaser needed to do something about that. Meant getting to Bespin and figuring life out there.

Meant taking his ship to the world, landing, and warning Porter that if anything should happen, to get back to the Underground. The Alliance wouldn’t respond to calls. Not yet.

Underground Bar, Rekha’s joint. Coren had to meet his comrade there. And see what they could do about shadowing and copying the bar. Move the essentials to wherever Rek needed, and implant sleepers at the bar to watch these First Order loons.

The pilot had his saber under his jacket, and pistol on his belt as he made his way through the streets.

[member="Josiah Denko"]

 

[RC 212]

Objective: Search and Destroy
Location: The Seedier part of Bespin
1/20

They called him the Exterminator....

He'd earned that name, fifty years of cleansing Rebel Scum from over a handfull of Empires left it's mark. TK heard the woman and grunted in his helmet. They were always so soft these newbies, always so willing to spare the people. Even the one that were Rebel Collaborators. It was of no consequence to TK whom was flanked by a squadron twenty five deep of old troopers from the glory days. They were all-vets, ones that TK had recalled to his service. Full of piss and vinegar and ready to do their leaders work.

The 3rd Imperial Infantry, a remnant of the old New Order.

No fancy new suits, just old school stormtroopers with old school E-11's.

Boots clacked as they made their way through the under-levels of the station, marching in poised and practised formation. No man skipped a beat and no person went unseen as they scrambled about to alert their neighbours. Tk was looking for a particular man. A man Inquisitors and his local Spies said was a hotshot among the Rebel Scum.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

They stopped in a main street. Row upon rows of dingy apartment complexes stacked high upon them disappeared for as far as the eye could see. The air was thick with heavy ozone and fear. Strain loved this part. The part where all hell broke loose.

"You know your jobs men, let's find these Rebel Scum. Initiate protocol One three alpha."

"My pleasure Sir."

And they fanned out. Two men to a door whilst TK watched. Armored boots beat down shanty little doors. Troopers crashed through houses, rounding up the nearest fifty citizens. Bodies were dragged kicking and screaming from their houses, little arms zip tied together. They were resisting but no blaster shots yet. It went on for about twenty minutes and the final result was a row of citizens lined up and Zip tied, blasters trained upon them.

"Jordan, set outward facing security."

A section of the ring turned out, creating a circle around the prisoners, blaster at the low ready.

TK put his own blaster to the first citizens head and snarled.

"The Command might be soft on you lowlifes, but I know you people. Hiding the enemy. Tell me, where are the Rebel Scum, where is Starchaser!"

 

[Harmon Taldan]

Location: Ugno-Joe's Burgers and Flap-Cakes, Cloud City, Bespin
Allies: The Resistance, The Galactic Alliance, The Underground, The [member="coren Starchaser"], possibly The [member="Danger Arceneau"]
Enemies: The First Order, The [member="Ileris Sonn"], The [member="Ricochet"], The [member="Cali"], The [member="Kyle Amedis"], possibly The [member="danger arceneau"] (Though I have no plans to ruin your wedding!)

Freelance freedom fighter seemed to agree with Harm. He found himself in the most amazing places, meeting the most amazing people, and fighting the most amazing enemies. Presently, Harm was in Cloud City, acting on some intel that said The First Order was planning to reorganize the system to join their ranks. Well, he'd be acting on that intel once he finished his bantha burger. There was something about it, whether it was the special blend of herbs and spices that was rubbed into the meat before cooking, or the generous toppings that would have made his mouth water all by itself, but he couldn't think of a better burger he'd had anywhere else in the galaxy.

"Bweep-bweep-whirrrrrrllrr" came from where the booth bench would have been across from him, in it's place was an M4 astromech droid, the tiny version of the R4 droids. It was accessing surveillance feeds that The Resistance had in place around Cloud City. Harm raised an eyebrow at the droid.

"Is that so...First Order troops have landed." He turned in his booth and winked at the other patrons, all of whom were Resistance members. "Kick it off, but number one is to keep the civilians safe."

The Resistance members present nodded and moved off into tunnels built into the walls of the restaurant. Harm sadly put his burger down and wiped his mouth, then he stood and began to replace the wall panels and benches so the restaurant looked normal. The M4 droid returned to the kitchen, to flip the burgers left sizzling there, and Harm returned to his burger.

 

[Razelle Breuner]

Objective: 5 - Get our boys some quality gear.
Allies: [member="Popo"]
Post: 1/20

The best thing about playing merchant in a warzone is that everyone is too busy preventing Ugnaughts from being burned to squealing death to care about little things like under the table deals in remote Cloud City warehouses. The newly-assigned Agent Sieglinde held a stim stick between her teeth, smoke trailing up into the air above her in a delicate spiral. She was "alone," but hardly unarmed or helpless. There were Shadow Stormtrooper spotters placed to cover line of sight to each entrance, her handler was on her hands-free commlink, and she'd made sure to place a quick and dirty "plan B" should things go wrong. Det charges hidden under the long-since dusty stocking shelves would provide enough of a distraction to get away...or get the advantage on whoever was interrupting their meeting.

There was no such thing as too cautious.

Largely, though, all of these measures were a safety net. This whole meeting should have been quite peaceable, even if it wasn't...exactly legal. A corporate functionary wouldn't be much of a threat, and considering there were four military snipers outside, explosive charges set to blow on her signal, and a veteran black ops commando handling the exchange, the poor little corp drone might have been severely out of his depth. He was perfectly safe, though. It wasn't for him. Razelle knew exactly what happened when a deal went sour and you had no reinforcements.

Sitting at a makeshift "desk" with a folding table and chairs, Razelle's stim-smoke spiraled up into the florescent lighting above her while she waited. She played idly with a datapad, ensuring that the microphone was on to record every single thing that happened for future reference. "He's running a bit late."

"Hold your position, Agent," came the reply from her hands-free. Raz nodded to an empty room, but it was picked up in crystal clarity from the three cameras she'd put into position a few minutes prior.

 

[Xhar Matsunaga]

Objective 2 - Secure the Skies
Location: Skies of Bespin
Post: 1/20
Allies: Fellow FO TIE Pilots

Enemies: Unauthorized/Rebel Flights/Ships

"Crossbone you're all green" Hangar command called out to Xhar Matsunaga, the Squadron Leader for the notoriously chevalier Crossbone TIE Squadron. The squadron was entirely made up of TIE/FO-D1 Dominators and Interceptors. These guys were dogfighters, and crazy ones too.

Seated in her D1 cockpit, Xhar in traditional black TIE pilot uniform, flicked the command buttons and system switches to power up the throttle and get her TIE detached from the hangar clamps. As it was released her TIE dipped from the hangar bay and was quickly enveloped by the red and rust shades of the gas clouds of Bespin. The view was stellar and hopefully she could paint the skies in brighter tones. She and her team had gotten bored of patrolling the Bespin blockade. Xhar joked under her breath as she called out her wing check.

"All wings report." Xhar called out. "Maybe if we're nice, we'll get to blast something out of this rust bowl."

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective: 5 - Fight Monsters
Location: The Depths
Allies: The First Order - [member="VI-2709"]
Enemies: And I Must Scream
Post: [01/20]

The galaxy had forgotten. The people immersed in common politics and nations too busy with cobbling up planets left and right. But in the darkness between something festered, something unnatural and unnameable. You couldn't designate it with a term, because that defeated the entire point of it - it was simply there and always had been, to a degree. The Lords of the Fringe had tried to stem the tide, but they too had been swept away by the current.

Relens wasn't a career soldier or a legendary hunter. He wasn't a hero nor a genocidal warlord, simply a man who had lost a lot and was now trying to find a purpose in life.

The First Order had found him on Skye. They had tried to press him into service, but Relens just shrugged it. After much deliberation he had been given a small squad, a few like-minded people - troublemakers really, the scum and villainy that nobody wanted among their ranks and those were the first.

The little wall that would try to fight these monsters. The ones that people at large ignored or even denied.

Because what else could they do?

 

[Alana Sunrider]

Obj. 1 or 5
1/20
Allies: Theoretically [member="Coren Starchaser"] and [member="Harmon Taldan"]
@Xhar Matsunaga
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A shining city of angels spread from the clouds below, streaked through with orange and reds among the drifting clouds.

Onna felt her jaw drop open at the sight as she guided her ship down towards the landing platform. Only quite a few Tie fighters disturbed the view. How could something like this exist?

It was so different than the dark and ruined wasteland of the Ambria she knew. This was not ominous or foreboding like the ruins she knew. If anything, it was the opposite. Elegant and graceful. Except for the TIEs, of course.

"Ambrian Adventurer, state your business," A voice said through the comms and Onna leaned over to activate the speakers.

"Refueling and rest," She said, "Need some repairs as well." Her last hunt had not gone as she had hoped, getting caught in a dogfight with a band of pirates, damaging shields and engines, which were obvious to searchers. The paint had scored off and evidence of extinguished fires marked the hull.

Of course, she had another reason to be here, although it was certainly her main reason. A call had come out through the Underground that the First Order had established itself on the planet and was securing the city. She was to make contact at the first chance with the Renegades and other Underground operatives among the Ugnaughts.

But first, she really had to get her ship fixed.

"Proceed on your present course to pad 97." The voice said after a moment. "Do not deviate."

"Affirmative."

Something prickled along the back of her spine and she shivered, trying to ignore it. A lake, unnaturally calm and ominously dark appeared in her mind and fetched, curling up at the memory. Then the voices, dry and laughing.

The ship wobbled and she hit the autopilot before falling off the chair to the deck.

How could she protect against these memories and thoughts? Nothing she tried work. If anything, they grew worse the more she tried to ignore them.

She would have to figure something out.

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

Objective: 1
The Massacre of Ugnorgrad
Allies: The First Order, [member="Ricochet"], [member="Kyle Amedis"]
Enemies: Ugnaughts, Resistance, The Galactic Alliance
Post: 01/20

A lone stormtrooper was walking down a corridor to one of the many entrances to the maintenance tunnels of Ugnorgrad, where the Ugnaughts, a species of porcine humanoids with slightly upturned noses, had made their home. FN-3630 was his designation, he was a private of the First Order and its army. He had been ordered by General [member="Ludolf Vaas"] to report there and await further briefing upon his arrival.

So when he had stopped in front of the tunnel entrance, he activated his helmet's communication device and pinged Command for a response, while he waited for one, he heard a loud clang from within the tunnels, followed by blaster fire. He leaned forward and put the side of his helmet against the hard durasteel of the hatch to hear within. A few seconds went past until, without warning, the hatch slid open and the stormtrooper fell inside, engulfed by the ominous darkness of the Ugnorgrad maintenance tunnels.

 

[RC 212]

Objective: Search and Destroy
Location: The Seedier part of Bespin
2/20

"I'm not aware of a Starchaser on board. But if I were I certainly wouldn't tell you." The citizen growled. And then he spit on TK's boot.

Strain was used to such displays of bravado. three decades of slaying rebels, they were all the same. Scum defiant to the very end. He blinked twice inside his helmt, barely phased and then chuckled. The man had balls of beskar, he had to give him that.

"Subject is un-compliant Sir, shall we terminate them?"

"Negative, hold your fire."

Strain itched his finger closer to the trigger, pressing the muzzle of the blaster into the mans skull and stepping forwards.

"Alright citizens, since you want to assault agents of the First Order, we'll just have to imprison you. However this man, he gets special treatment."

PEW!

The blaster bolt sizzled through his head, leaving a smoking hole where his nose and eyes should be. TK tapped him with his boot and let him fall face forwards in a slow crumple.

"On second thought since we want to play games, and you're all rebel scum, I'll just kill you one by one until you tell me where he is. Next prisoner." He stated, voice a calm cool tone.

The Troopers grabbed the next prisoner and set him in front of TK. This one was crying as Strain put the muzzle to his head. No doubt he still felt the warmth from the last shot against his temple.

"You can save yourselves and your families. Now tell me..... Where is the one, [member="Coren Starchaser"]?"

 

[Darth Metus]

Allies: The First Order ([member="TK-4261 Strain"])
Enemies: The Resistance
Count: 1/20

This was a contradiction.

Upon the icy slopes of Skye, a deal was struck. A man, nay, an Exile would raise his saber in the service of the First Order. And in return? He had the word of its master and commander: a vow that the innocent would remain free of bloodshed. Yes, war called for casualties. Yes, collateral damage was a reality. Yet this agreements was one that would at least see civilians given a chance. A fair chance. It was by this agreement that the Exile bent the knee.

Gone was Josiah Denko. Born was Herodias Ren.

And he was not thrilled.

Bespin was the next candidate for the First Order's expansion, and already the Archmaster tempered his expectations. There were members of the Resistance mingled in with some upstart natives. They were not innocent. They would see annihilation. Yet elsewhere, there was a search. Intelligence spoke of a notable figure of the Galactic Alliance, one [member="Coren Starchaser"], being seen in the system. Some wagered that this sighting was too close to the expansion taking place today...that maybe he was coming to Bespin on Alliance business.

To rally a defense? Gauge the enemy strength? No matter. He was a powerful threat, and one that Herodias was equipped to deal with.

Yet the method by which the search began was unacceptable. Inexcusable. Having arrived on the scene late, the former Exile was too late to liberate a native from the interrogation of a trooper. In an instant, his life was extinguished...and Herodias growled. The Force heeded the fury which roared in his stomach, exploding forth with telekinetic might. The nearest Stormtroopers went flying in either direction, breaking a straight path through the force.

Herodias strode through.

"Lower your weapon. That's an order." His voice was a metallic hiss. "This," he began, gesturing at the scene, "is how the Resistance gains untold thousands to its cause." Herodias came to a halt behind the trooper and raised the hilt of his saber. It was not ignited...yet. "The innocent are to be given Order. Stability. Such is the aim of the First Order, not wholesale slaughter in the streets. Stand down. Now."

 

[Nyx]

Objective: 5- Sewer Monster Sanitation
Location: The Depths
Allies: The First Order, [member="Itaska Relens"]
Enemies: Spooky Abominations
Post Count: 1/20

Stormtrooper VI-2709 grimaced as sewer muck splashed onto her pristine white armor. She should be up with her company, the White Wolves, on the streets. But instead, she was accompanying a Ren and some lowlives in some creature extermination. . . thing.
The CQC Specialist gripper her scatterrifle tightly, her helmet's flashlight illuminating the dark environment as she trudged behind her newfound comrades. The only one she had any faith in was the Ren. All the others she expected to bolt at the first sign of trouble, or at least to die quickly. At least then they wouldn't get in the way of her shots.
She had heard rumors of the creatures they were going to face, had read a few reports. The idea of hunting them excited her, even if she wasn't quite ready to admit it, even to herself. Whether by knife, blaster, or scattergun, she would ensure these creatures would feel the wrath of the First Order.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Josiah Denko"]

Objective: Search and Destroy
Location: The Seedier part of Bespin
3/20

TK's own men went flying suddenly. He turned just in time to witness the being who done it. It was one of those damned forcers. They made his gut turn, wretched monsters. He had a deep distrust for them, always had and always would. The Stormtrooper lowered his weapon and sneered inside his helmet. who was he giving TK the orders?

"Last I heard Force Scum weren't giving orders round these parts. When did you come to be in charge of a Black Op's unit.... Sir."

Every word was laden with contempt. The troopers behind TK were beginning to recover now, moving into position to flank him. The entire unit wore no insignia and as they raised their blaster slightly TK waved back, ordering them to stand down.

"Now can I do my job? Or will you hinder my search for the Rebel Scum?"

 

[Darth Metus]

When the Trooper lowered the blaster, a small part of the Ren relaxed. It was that miniscule corner of his mind that grappled with the potential reality of clashing with an ally. With the immediate issue addressed, Herodias lowered his saber and released a solemn breath. He got it, he truly did. The men were zealous. They believed strongly in the cause; and there was nothing inherently wrong with that. However, when the flames of passion burn everything down...then there's a problem.

Tilting his head ever so slightly, Herodias saw the Troopers begin to rise. However, the commander signalled them not to act. This was good. Now the lead Trooper had the Archmaster's undivided attention.

"An edict from the Supreme Leader directly. The rank of Archmaster carries weight in all branches." he began, letting the malice in the trooper's tone slide. He then raised an eyebrow at the mention of a Black Ops Unit. Herodias knew there were troopers in the area obviously, but was unaware of a unit of this caliber. Either he was ill-informed...or these guys were very good in the black ops department. Moving on, Herodias looked at the trooper's shoulders, as if to find an insignia.

There weren't any.

Now, this could mean two things. Either one, the unit took discretion seriously. Or two, a bunch of Resistance folks grabbed some archaic Trooper Armor and were hellbent on making the Order look as monstrous as possible. Lovely.

"The innocent are not to be killed. If you can search without painting the ground with their blood..." he began. "But before you continue, tell me, which unit are you apart of? And your name, if you don't mind."

Then Herodias extended his hand. An offer. They could set aside the Rocky meeting and proceed as comrades, or not. That was up to Strain.

[2/20]

[member="TK-4261 Strain"]

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective: 5 - Fight Monsters
Location: The Depths
Allies: The First Order - [member="VI-2709"]
Enemies: And I Must Scream
Post: [02/20]

There were four of them, if not counting the Wolves. Sully was their field medic: the medical corps had transferred him over after an altercation with his superior officer. Usually that would mean execution or at the very least dishonorable discharge, but Sully had friends in the right places. They made the call and now he was rooting around in the shet like the rest of 'em... though he seemed to enjoy himself, whistling some rowdy tune to himself while stepping over the muck.

Sally was their analogue for a drill sergeant and acquisition officer, he had contacts in the most unlikely places and got them most of their second-hand gear. Relens started to call him Sal, though, because the confusion of having a 'Sully' and a 'Sally' on the same team was too much to bear.

Railer... well, the less said about him the better, but let's just say that whenever the team needed something to explode in a fiery blast? He was their man. Which only left one man unaccounted for, Jax. The new guy. The rookie. The godforsaken greenhorn that would get them all killed with his unsuppressed enthusiasm, constant questioning and doe-eyed, wide looks cast all around the tight sewerway.

"Relens, hey, hey Relens." Jax whispered conspiratorially. He did surpress the need to look over his shoulder too, though. So someone ought to give him a gold star for that one there.

"What."

"What are we looking for here anyway? And why do these things thrive in the muck and shet? And, and-"

Itaska sighed loudly, shook his head and kept on the walk. It were sparing moments of silence, Jax was about to speak again, before that dusty, low voice cut through the silence once again. "Hybrid. Cross between a Darzuspawn and the ilk of the ol' Bando Gora Reavers. Ain't a pretty sight. Don't let 'em touch you, one scratch and you will be a technobeast yourself in no time."

"Goes for ya Wolves too." Ita mentioned over his shoulder. "There ain't no known cure to this strain, so if you get infected, you are dead."

 

[Nyx]

Objective: 5- Cleanup Duty
Allies: First Order, [member="Itaska Relens"]
Enemies: Dirty Armor, Jax the Annoying Greenhorn
Post Count: 2/20

By the Force, if that obvious greenhorn opened his mouth one more fething time, asking another annoying fething question, Vi was going to slit his throat and blame it on the sewer monsters. Luckily, the Ren's low growling voice cut him off, catching the stormtrooper's attention. Hmm. One scratch and they were one of them, huh? Vi was glad that she and the two other stormtroopers had their armor. It gave them comfort, if nothing else. She was already preparing herself to put down any of the individuals here, if necessary. The thought crossed her mind that perhaps she would need to be put down, but she immediately dismissed it. If she was going to get through this, she needed to not doubt herself. If she started to doubt herself, she was dead. It was that simple.
"We're not the ones that need looking after, Ren." VI-2709's voice came through her helmet's speakers loud and clear, as well as her dissatisfaction at an assignment she viewed as babysitting. Her two fellow Wolves chuckled softly, their voiced staying in the Wolves private comm channel. Despite that, their grips on their weapons were deathly tight.
None of them were looking forward to this.