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

[Butch Mahan]

Objective: 5- Patrolling the Streets
Enemies: Any who appose/Resistance fighters
Post Count: 1/20

FN-0318 walked through alley by alley. His flamethrower was hooked to the gas tank on his back, gripping his F-11D carbine as he strolled through Cloud City. Children screamed and ran at the sight of him an his armor, mothers hurried them indoors. Drax sighed, maybe this line of work wasn't for him, killing people for the glory of the First Order just didn't seem as glorious and patriotic at the military academy. Sometimes it just didn't seem worth the guilt and despair of knowing you killed a father, mother, daughter or son.

That was the grind, and Drax thought he probably shouldn't get this much time to think to himself. Drax awaited a commlink transmission from his commanding officer [member="Sibar Laval"], if not, Drax would continue patrolling until he found some action, or any unrest.

 

[Krayn]

Objective: 4
Re-establish the Bespin Wing Guard Under Our Rule
Allies: The First Order; The Shadows of Doubt
Enemies: The Shadows of Truth
Post:[02/20]

Ileris

A solitary finger scrolled across the data-terminal of the Baron-Administrator, it was an older model system baring many similarities to the technology used within the Outer-Rim. Ileris had found no issues with cracking through the several layers of safe-guards using the codes that had been given to him by the Bespin Wing Guard. Codes that had the intentions of extracting corruption evidence used for the trial of Administrator Trevek, however for Ileris Sonn they had other purposes, mostly the ability to travel anywhere within the Administration System un-hindered, un-recorded and freely extract what he wished.
Most slicers would be forced to extract the information onto data-discs or through to an independent server, methods that were effective but could be tracked if handled by an equally talented slicer. Ileris had the advantage here, his cybernetics designed by himself and his assistants through the Techno Union allowed information to be stored not by transfer but by sight. A stream less connection that held no wires, no digital code and most of all completely un-traceable.
So far he had found a few useful tidbits in-between the endless junk, there were several discreet payments made through various channels between the Administrator and Sullust. Along with the payments there had been motions of several gas suppliers that had been purposefully shut down and re-issued to lesser levels as development suppliers, naturally the question was what is it they were developing in the depths of Cloud City? Ileris would get to the bottom of it and quickly, he just needed to find something else first.
“Ileris?” The voice of Captain Adina came through his wrist communicator with a much less relaxed tone then it had held in their initial discussions.
“Yes Captain?”
“Trevek has been contained, the Wing Guard are dispatching the shut down initiatives to all his holdings and the Baron’s will be called to Cloud City within the next twelve hours for emergency measures.” Adina explained the situation. “I assume you will be attending?”
“I hold no wish to take part in the vote Captain, but yes I shall be involved as dictated by the First Order’s wishes.” Ileris continued to scan through as he spoke. Something interesting starting to appear on screen, broken and encrypted but definitely there.
“Of course. I will make sure you have a seat.” Adina closed the line and Ileris continued his work.
Project Resurgance. Now that was interesting surely it couldn’t be what he was looking for, not this easily?
The file was pulled and stored to his own mind-implants, the half designed Star Destroyer that was so quickly hidden when eyes started to pry.
Today was turning out to be a very good day, a very good day indeed.

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective: 5 - Fight Monsters
Allies: The First Order - [member="VI-2709"]
Enemies: And I Must Scream
Post: [03/20]

Comfort was one of the few things it would give them. Little did they know that the claws of the Darzu children could cut right through solid durasteel and other assorted material, plastoid wouldn't keep them out, few materials really could. Alchemized steel bathed in ritualized blood was one, something ludicrously durable like phrik or beskar would do the job too, but Itaska didn't have access to the later two and only recently found out that Sal was pretty decent at some of the more basic alchemy processes.

So he kept his equipment light. Evasion was the name of the game and would ensure that he wouldn't find himself an infected, raging madman.

"I am sure." was all that the Ren replied in response. There was something relaxed about his tone, almost as if Ita wasn't concerned whatsoever about what was to come.

And come it would... already his keen senses could pick out the telltales of the Darzuspawn's passing. A few rough scratches at the edges of the wall, barely recognizable through the muck and grime. The scent was a different sign, but all the more chilling - metallic, almost copperlike in texture, bloody, the spawn had recently fed.

Ita flashed a few handsigns to his men, they nodded in agreement. It would be silence from here on out.

 

[Nyx]

Objective: 5, KUBAR
Allies: First Order, [member="Itaska Relens"]
Enemies: Tension, Really Hot Armor
Post Count: 3/20

VI-2709 saw the handsignals the Ren gave his men, and chinned a switch in her helmet to turn on her comms with her fellow stormtroopers, silent to any but them.
"You see that? I think he just signaled silence. Those things must be getting close." Her voice was tense, and the other two simply nodded, their helmet's lights trailing on the walls of the tunnel, searching. Vi had her finger on the trigger of her scatterrifle, glad she wasn't at the back of the small group. That particular stormtrooper , however, was not feeling glad, and was constantly checking behind his shoulder.
"Am I the only one wishing they were on the street with the Captain?" RM-3854 muttered over the comm, his blaster in a white-knuckled grip. The others didn't answer, the air between them choked with tension.
The first non-humanoid thing that came into the light was getting blasted full of holes.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

He could make this work. He could definitely make this work. Calls went out to the right Underground people, and they would be coming to the bar that Rekha built to help do their thing. Ensure civilians were safe, and employed, and Starchaser himself would be there to oversee it. He was here as himself, hopefully to lightning rod the dark side, and so long as Porter was fine, the ship would not be in any threatening situations. But Coren just might be.

If the Order was looking for him, he wasn’t trying to be found, but he wasn’t hiding, either. He was just there. And the pilot made his way past the Underground bar and down another side street. He’d lead them on a goose chase, but he’d be ready for them. Lightsaber and pistol, the pilot was not nearly as devastating on the ground as he was in the air, but even a Starchaser had tricks.

He knew he needed to meet up with his student soon.

This was post two.

[member="Josiah Denko"]

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective: 5 - Fight Monsters
Allies: The First Order - [member="VI-2709"]
Enemies: And I Must Scream
Post: [04/20]

They came upon a crossing. Left, right and forward where their choices, and whilst movie wisdom ensured that Itaska knew that it was not necessarily a good thing to force your men to split up... he also knew that they had little choice in the matter. Contrary to most monstrosity they hunted the Darzuspawn were intelligent, if twisted beings and they valued their survival more than the destruction of their prey. This meant roughly two things; one, if they left even one alive they would have a whole dang epidemic outbreak soon after and two, if they didn't corner all of them today? Point one would come true regardless of what they accomplished here today.

He suppressed the desire to grunt out of frustration and instead started doing more gestures. Sal, Sully and Railer got paired up together - they'd go left... which left him Jax.

Something flashed in the distance. Movement, forward road. It was time to move. Three to the left, Jax and him for- no, that wouldn't work. They would need pairs of three to figure out these bastards. He looked back, getting a glimpse of Vi following behind him. There wasn't much eye-locking what with her opaque visor going on, but he gestured towards her, indicating for her to follow him and have her three men take point at the right passageway.

 

[Nyx]

Objective: 5- Let's Split Up, Scoob.
Allies: [member="Itaska Relens"]
Enemies: Old Man Jenkins, Fething Jax The Worst
Post Count: 4/20

Oh. They were splitting up, now. Perfect. This was turning out to be like one of those holovids she watched with the other trainees as a kid. All they needed was a talking womp rat and an ascot.
She switched to the private comms again.
"Take the right tunnel. I'll head with the Ren. Report if you see anything, understand?"
She received confirmations, then sighed as she trudged after the Ren and the newbie, whose death had become a near wet dream of hers, now.

As they made their way down the tunnel, Vi heard something. She got the Ren's attention, and signaled to the end of the tunnel, raising her scatterrifle, sweating underneath her armor. Her aim was somewhat shaky with nervousness, but she was a stormtrooper, dammit. She'd face down an army of Jedi if they told her to.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Location: Her quarters, tearing around like a woman with her hair on fire
Enemies: First Order
Friends - everyone not first order [member="Coren Starchaser"]

She had no idea who as on the platform and who wasn't all she knew was that suddenly there were First Order Sith running around the planet. She was busy trying to pack what she couldn't leave, and make plans for the bar on the platform.

The bar, what was she going to do??

"UGGHHH" the sound moved around the rooms that she pain stakingly decorated, but in her bag she put her stuffed ewok, new ewok slippers, and all the holos, and clothes..like that was a lot the woman only wore black, except for that yellow flashy dress she bought for that fancy social she went to.

Feth Feth!!! she muttered and thought as she tried to think.

So...she made sure the blaster was ready to be picked up before she crossed the way to the bar, Ava and Eva would have to decide what they wanted to do, they had been invaded by the Sith when they took Coruscant, and here they were on Bespin...farkle sith.

 

[Kira Vaal]

Objective: 5
Evacuate Vital Underground Materials
Allies: The Underground / Galactic Alliance / The Resistance
Enemies: The First Order / Sneaky Pirates
Posts: Ileris [02/20] / Kira [01/20] / Total [03/20]

KIRA

The word that the First Order had established a foothold over Bespin had spread through Alliance and Underground channels in a hot fire of panicked reports and rushed orders. So far the Imperialistic Government considered beaten down and out of the game after Eriadu, yet somehow now they had struck back far closer to home then anyone cared to admit. Yet it was not the Alliance soldiers or the Navy. Their hold on Bespin was too political, too smart for a full out invasion. No the terms of resistance came in the independent agents of the Underground, even if the Alliance didn’t know it.
Taking a sip from the pre-pack beverage in front of her Kira watched as a trio of large loading droids continued their work at relocating the crates from the dock to the Millennium Falcon’s hold. Each of the droids was built to last and carry the heaviest of loads. Thick appendages carried multiple magnetic seals that latched onto the boxes and moved them like a parent would a baby. It was slow work but it was at least being done.
Her attention returned to the beverage in her hand, it was a sweet concoction full of memories of summer afternoons picking the wild berries in the lake districts of Corellia. Ah, Corellia. A lump formed in Kira’s throat for a moment, a sickening sensation at the realisation that those memories was all that was left of the once glorious jewel. It was to avoid moments like this that she had taken up the call at the Underground, to prevent the lose of people’s homes and their lives. She had to remind herself these things, after all only six months ago she was sat on Lothal swearing to never again be part of Galactic Events. Now here she was.
“All the cargo hauls have been loaded.” One of the droids noted as it moved up to Kira with its slow plodding walk that made the top heavy droids look ever more awkward. “However the manifest lists that several more items are required yet not present.”
“What?” Kira hated surprises and being told that the complete stock wasn’t available made her nerves twitch. “That’s impossible, we got told they were here. Where is that damn thing?” She searched around her for the datapad that had been stored on a nearby crate. It was old and well worn, the paint work had been chipped away from the corners and the screen cracked in several places, but it presented the display just fine either way.
“Several small effects are not to be found.” The droid clarified as it seemed to nervously sway on the spot.
“I can see that. Damn it! This’ll be Starchaser’s fault I can guarantee you. He was never good at keeping things organised.” She took a deep breath, knowing that it can’t all if any be blamed on [member="Coren Starchaser"]. “Look keep the landing pad on lock down, make sure the crates are loaded and I’ll be back soon.”
“I would encourage a quick re-arrival. This pad is assigned for systematic patrol in three hours.”
“Well I guess I just have to be back before then.” She checked her hip making sure her blaster was there before turning and heading down the thin walkway that overlooked the orange tinged skyline of Cloud City. “If I’m not back by then…I guess I’m probably dead.”
“Noted.”
“Stupid Droid.”

 

[Popo]

(1/20)

Buzzing and whirring over the terrain came a tiny little roller droid, clickity clacking its way around. It paused before the building ahead and seemed to study it for a moment. The moment passed and the little robot scurried forward.

It passed the guards and bleeped happily in greeting before rolling up on the table set up inside. Bleeping once more in the cheerful bliss of a mission accomplished, it settled in on the ground. In a moment the top of the droid unfolded and the integrated holoprojector flashed to life.

"Good evening, Agent," came the voice of Popo the Hutt. The display showed only a spinning image of the galaxy, nothing more, but the deep voice continued. "My apologies for being late. Things are a little... Hectic outside lately."

[member="Razelle Breuner"]

 

[Razelle Breuner]

Objective: 5
Allies: [member="Popo"]
Post: 2/20

A droid. Of course. Why even waste manpower. Still, the defensive measures had never been intended for her contact. Razelle placed her datapad on the table and clasped her fingers beside it. "Understandable. We're making a bit of a mess out there." There was a hiss of disapproval in her ear. Something something no reason to make small talk with the droid. Raz fiddled with her hair behind her ear, then flicked her finger across the screen of her datapad to send a parcel of data to the discrete relay the droid was using to establish communication.

"Just to review our purpose here. This is a contract detailing the First Order's offer to reimburse Tenloss Corporation for all units of M1-01 which go missing and subsequently appear in First Order custody in working, factory condition." She drummed her fingers across the table's surface idly, eyes never leaving the holoprojector. "We expect a shipment of five thousand or so to disappear in the near future, and as such, I'm prepared to offer you several zeroes' worth of compensation."

It was Razelle's personal paraphrasing of what her briefing had entailed. At least the parts of it that didn't involve potential blackmail material, corporate rundown, etiquette reprisal, or a dozen other things unrelated to this exchange. The fact that she was dealing with a droid didn't really change much at all. Corporate employees hired to handle these sorts of trades were rarely high on the "make sure they don't die" priority list anyway.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Josiah Denko"]

Objective: Search and Destroy
Location: The Seedier part of Bespin
4/20

TK took the Commanders hand, if that's what he was? In all his time he'd been lead from a strict chain of command. No forcers were ever allowed, and this Archmaster business? It vexed him. It was better to make a deal with the devil and slide back into the shadows, rather than risk having his unit annihilated by some rampaging forcie.

"Tk-4261 Strain. My Unit is the Third Imperial Infantry, old guard boys from way back. Ever heard of the New Order or the Shadow Empire? The Remnant? The Imperium? We hail from there, old school days when these rebels," He waved to the bunch of captive citizens .

"Were put directly out of their misery. All due respect Sir we're a Shock unit, called to kill capture and destroy. Nothing else."

His methods weren't going to work here. Or at least not under the prying eyes of the Forcer. He'd have to take a more subtle means, away from oversight.

"I'll cease operations and move these scum where they belong. Detention cells."

 

[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: 02/20

FN-3630 hit the damp ground with a thump, he had slid down the maintenance shaft for about thirty seconds after falling through it. His first instinct was to check his comms to see if anyone from Command had responded yet, nobody knew he was down here, and that was an issue. Whatever made that noise before was still in the area, he picked his F-11D Blaster Rifle up from the ground and looked around, surveying the tunnels in front and behind him, but no luck, both tunnels looked endless from there. He chose a tunnel at random and started walking that way, keeping his blaster raised in case he was attacked by Ugnaughts, or worse, the Resistance.

He had been walking for about three minutes before he stopped at an intersection, there were four tunnels surrounding him including the one his just came from. While he was considering his options, the sound of something scurrying caught his attention, he swiftly turned his blaster and shot in that direction, hitting something while the sound of the blaster fire echoed through the tunnels. He went over to see his work and found that he had shot a pipe, which was now emitting steam from the hole that he caused with the blaster bolt. FN-3630 sighed loudly and went down a different tunnel, hoping to find another trooper.

 

[Butch Mahan]

Objective: 5- Patrolling the Streets
Enemies: Any who appose/Resistance fighters
Post Count: 2/20

Drax continued his patrol, shifting from the residential to industrial, where the gas processing and landing pads were held. Drax mulled over what he had thought about earlier until he saw something in the distance. Something that seemed familiar, from the history classes at the academy. It was a ship alright, but what ship was it. Drax unhooked the issue macrobinoculars and zoomed in closer at the ship, "Holy Feth." The Millenium Falcon! It was the Millenium Falcon for crying out loud. And with his inertial excitement too distracting, Drax forgot to do the rational thing and report it in.

He began to run as fast as he could towards the circular ship, his gas tank jumping up and down on his back. It was a kilometer out, so he had a good bit of running to do.

[member="Kira Vaal"]

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective: 5 - Fight Monsters
Allies: The First Order - [member="VI-2709"]
Enemies: And I Must Scream
Post: [05/20]

Itaska nodded at the sign. He had seen the movement at the end of the tunnel too. In the distance, somewhere off his right, the sound of gunfire suddenly erupted. Screams followed soon after - a mixture of human guttural shouts as the Stormtroopers fought for their life and the more piercing, high-pitched bellows of inhuman monsters. There was nothing they could do about that right now though, they would have their hands full on their own targets soon enough.

With all that sound in the distance keeping silent didn't really matter all that much anymore. Whatever was coming, would come soon.

"Cut off the light, lad." he'd say, all hush-hush, to the Stormtrooper. "Switch to opticals instead. Might give us a better shot."

His own goggles were pushed up and after a blink the world shifted around him. Deep pockets of shadows receded as Relens' entire vision blurred into wisps of heat signatures, trails of warmth being carried lazily through the air itself. With that came clarity of target - the beasts were farther into the hallway, deep tunnelers... they were coming close to the Hive.

"Try to hit their legs. They can still operate without a head, but if ya cut their legs from under 'em... more difficult for them to come to us."

Itaska readied his disruptor rifle. There were fights you took into close-quarters... and there were fights you stayed the hell back from, this was one of the later ones.

 

[Popo]

(2/20)

The holo chuckled as the agent finished her spiel.

"I think you underestimate what you wish to buy or, less likely, fail to understand what exactly you desire," the holo shifted to an image of the suit in question with some minor statistics listed adjacent, detailing parts of the suit's capabilities. "Tenloss cannot meet your desire to supply five thousand suits because perhaps only a few thousand of the suits even exist. However, when one suit is more lethal and far more capable than a company of regular troops or a platoon or twonof elite soldiers, thousands are not needed."

"The price you hint at should be sufficient and Tenloss can easily lose enough suits and parts to supply the First Order with perhaps a few score to a hundred or so suits, enough to outfit a small number of elite units with the armor. They will require some training in their use, however, as they require tactics and combat training unique to standard infantry or assault training."

"And, perhaps, should you find an individual of sufficient renown, I may be able to interest you in the Phrik plated model."

[member="Razelle Breuner"]

 

[Razelle Breuner]

Objective: 5
Allies: [member="Popo"]
Post: 3/20

Razelle raised an eyebrow. "We were under the impression these items were being produced for the open market. Less than-" There was a squawk in her ear, and the agent took a moment to touch her commlink to properly confer with her handler. Less than five thousand units produced in whole put a bit of a damper on the...manner in which they'd be employed.

There was a pause, and Razelle held up a finger in the universal symbol of "gimme a sec." A moment later, the familiar voice of her liaison crackled through. "Continue with the negotiations, Sieglinde. Small-scale deployment has been deemed acceptable." She gave a quick nod of affirmation and returned her attention to the hologram.

"Alright, sounds like the higher-ups are completely fine with that." She tapped her datapad a couple of times, bringing up the schematics for the base suit to peruse. "Our soldiers should have little trouble piecing together how to use a walking tank. What concerns me most is this elite model. Phrik plating is difficult to come by. If there are less than five thousand normal units, how many premium models exist? How many can we expect to see?"

 

[Malok]

BESPIN ORBIT
The Sentinel - Bridge
[3/20]

Initial reports told the tale. The advance of the First Order upon the precious world of Bespin was going well. For the most part, Darth Metus was there in a purely supplementary role. The contents of his corporation's flagship had been dispersed to the planet below: aiding the ongoing aerial assault. Furthermore, the Sentinel was awaiting a call for more direct assistance. In the meantime, the Sith Lord had a few matters to attend to. This world was home to a collegue: a woman who was one of the Galaxy's most powerful figures.

And today, he would give her a call.

Standing tall upon the Bridge of his vessel, Darth Metus made the command. A holo-call was made, reaching out across the airwaves in order to manifest his form before the receipient. "Greetings Miss Arceneau, I hope that you are well this day. I realize that your time is very precious, especially as of late; and as such I am exceedingly grateful that you would make time for this call." His introduction was made alongside an appropriate inclination of his head: a physical representation of the untold heaps of respect [member="Danger Arceneau"] commanded.

"The business that I bring before you today is twofold. One regards a potential contract between ATC and the newly-emerged First Order. The other is a commission from my own Arakyd Industries."

At that point, the Sith Lord held his tongue and awaited the woman's response.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Post=1/20]

Objective: Unsure
Potential interaction: [member="Cali"]

"Ready for jump to hyperspace,” she said to herself quietly, more out of habit than any need for the information to be shared. She flipped a few switches and the twinkling lights outside the front viewport stretched into brilliant starlines around her.

As she travelled in silence, Nubicareflected on what she knew of their destination. She'd been there once before, with her Master. SkyCenter Galleria was fantastic. If she'd had more time she may have found out if it lived up to its billing as the best entertainment complex in the galaxy. There’s a saying that if you can't find something to enjoy in the Galleria, you're probably dead.

Before long she’d dropped out of hyperspace and by now Nubica was itching for someone to talk to.

In front of her, the planet grew larger with every passing second. “We’re there,” she said out loud. Her R-2 unit remained silent beside her.

The white metropolis was like an island in the sky, with towers and turrets and transparisteel windows that gleamed in the light from Bespin's brilliant sun. All around them the soup of clouds swirled in a rainbow of pinks and oranges from airborne micro-algae and plankton that lived on the winds. A flurry of tiny ships circled like moths around the lights of the docking bays.

"Dazzling," she said. And a matter of moments later, she touched down on a landing platform on the outskirts of Cloud City.

Cloud City's altitude reminded Nubica of the great wroshyr trees on Kashyyyk. Aside from the floating cities, Tibanna gas refineries, and storage tanks that drifted in Bespin's atmosphere, the planet had no habitable landmasses. The view was exhilarating and the height provided an interesting sensation.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

BESPIN
CLOUD NINEhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/69675-cloud-nine
ARCENEAU AND KUHN HOME
BYOO: Tycoon's Bridezilla!
[member="Darth Metus"]

Danger was in the midst of deciding what sort of cake they should have for the wedding. Alric had a fondness for red velvet... but to be frank, Danger couldn't stand it. The things one sacrificed. She much preferred the types of sweets like baklava or uj'alayi. It was normally dense and sticky, as being born and raised on Tatooine meant that normally there was little access for ingredients to make what most would consider to be 'real' cake.

This was about the time when she received the message from Arakyd's CEO. She would greet his holoimage with a smile.

"Darth Metus... a pleasure," she would say, "Forgive me for my delay, I'm just in the midst of wedding arrangements." she took that time to consider just what he was proposing. Or what he meant by it.

Arceneau Trade was a neutral entity; one of the few that were able to go from one end of the 'Verse to the other freely. This was because Danger's word was her binding agreement.

"Color me piqued." she would tell him, her fingers tapping lightly upon her desk. Behind her, her assistants were busy setting up that sample table of various cakes.

"What is your proposal?"