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

[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]Objective: Get personal belongings off the platform, somehow find out that [member="Coren Starchaser"] is on Bespin and anyone else from the Alliance.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha had everything she could fit into the bag, she looked around one more time, she’d tell the girls they could move in, if they were going to stay. Rekha than crossed the hall to the bar, it was pandemonium to a degree. Many of the miners were huddled together talking.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]They looked at her as she came in, “It’s the First Order”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]They nodded, “We have to stay, our families rely on us.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha nodded, “I know…and that’s why I’m going to see what I can do to keep the bar going even if I’m not here”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The men nodded, and Rekha headed to the bar where Ava, Eva, and Jarod wanted to do. Eva a lovely twi’lek, Ana a human, and Jarod a strong male. They looked at her, “ok, let’s figure it out”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha sat with them, “I have to get the Midnight Star out of here quickly, or risk being detained. So, as I see it we have choices, we can all leave together, or we can decide who stays.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha looked from one face to the next, “My work with the Alliance puts me on a target list, but none of you have that position. So…if you want to stay, keep the bar going, help with miners cope…and…do whatever your conscience will let you do…then stay.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Jarod looked at Rekha, “My conscience says to stay”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Eva, “I have to go, as a Twi’lek there are some that would throw me in a cage for a long time, I can’t live in a cage”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Ava sighed, “Well I can’t leave Jarod here alone” Rekha smiled.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“you all have my contact information you know how to find me…Eva, get your stuff ready..I’ll see if we have any friends on Bespin”[/SIZE]

 

[Malok]

[4/20]

Ah, matrimony.

There was nothing more lovely than the exchange of eternal promises to a significant other. There was nothing more special than sharing that joy with family and friends. From behind his mask, the Sith Lord began to grin; as the thought of his own wedding popped up. Sure, the marriage had long since crashed and burned brighter than the Republic, but the wedding itself was nice. And the reception was to die for. Three cakes. Three. Anywho, back to business.

"Congratulations on your upcoming nuptials." he began. "You must be up to your eyes in preparations, so I will attempt to keep this brief."

Her interest was piqued, this was good. And the standing of their corporations was also good. Darth Metus hoped that she would take that factor into consideration as the discussion developed.

"For the most part, the First Order has managed to emerge with a degree of self-reliance. However, as the nation expands, there are needs that must be seen to. Needs that ATC has built a reputation for providing. In particular, I would like to, on behalf of the First Order, contract the construction of several fuel stations within our borders. Assuming that the expansion remains steady, it would be ideal that fuel stations are constructed at a rate proportionate to the borders' growth."

"I need not explain how essential access to fuel is, especially in the context of keeping militant forces on the move."

With that said, it was time to move onto the next item on the menu.

"Now then...on the matter of Arakyd's commission. We would like for ATC to mastermind the construction of a shipyard within the First Order's borders. We have selected Virgilia 7 as the site, and frankly, desire this installation to be a fitting successor to the facilities we once owned on Druckenwell. The scope of the project would be a full-scale, orbital shipyard capable of constructing and repairing a fitting host of Arakyd vessels."

"What say you, Miss Arceneau?"

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Darth Metus]

These men...this so-called Third Imperial Regiment...they were a concerning factor.

By the words of their superior, this congregation of soldiers were not exactly the same caliber as the typical rank and file. That explained why they had no qualms about dragging citizens into the street and putting bolts through their heads. Lovely. They were, more or less, a wild card from an era long since past. Josiah was no history expert, but he had heard the tales of old Imperial regimes. He knew that their methods were the definition of gritty, especially when Rebels were concerned.

The Archmaster exhaled calmly, rendered a firm shake of the hand, and selected his words carefully.

"Veterans. Excellent. I'm going to need your expertise." he began. "For one, we don't know if all these folks are Rebels. However, I won't discount the possibility. So instead of caging them, allow me to suggest a middle ground so that we might operate together?"

"Have a decent portion of your men remain here to detain these civilians. No interrogations or executions, but rather keeping them out of the way whilst the rest of us look for the mark: [member="Coren Starchaser"]. Every house will be emptied and its occupants funneled here. Any Jedi worth his salt would want to liberate these innocent people from being rounded up with blasters to their heads. See where I'm going with this?"

The makings of a trap were laid out. Bringing the civilians to a single spot, a single place of supposed danger, would serve to lure out the Starchaser. Hopefully anyway.

"Shall we move out?"

[member="TK-4261 Strain"], [member="Coren Starchaser"]

[5/20]

 

[Argus Cade]

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: First Order, White Wolves, Ricochet, BG-4463,
Enemies: Galactic Alliance and Ugnaught Renegades and Resistance Sympathizers


Argus Cade was a man of few words though he found himself responding to the commander of the 501st without delay.

"Understood. "

Argus quickly performs a cursory gear inspection on the fly, said activity having been repeated countless times within the past few hours. No explosions or large sparks. Blaster fire only. The thing that upsets Argus the most is the desire to keep civilian casualties as low as possible. Sentiment, in Argus' mind, was something that put mission completion in a perilous position. That said, Argus wasn't the one leading the OP and he would unerringly comply with any and all orders levied against him. Argus brings up the relevant data on their targets and the surrounding substructure. They would infiltrate the lower levels via service tunnels and from there, they would begin to move on their targets. Argus opens a comm channel to Gamma and speaks, his voice still somewhat hoarse from Skye.

" Our mission is to eliminate the resistance and other rebellious elements. Limiting factors include: restriction to blasters, confined spaces, and a civilian element. HIGHCOM wants us to deal with the enemy whilst avoiding civilian casualties at all costs. Knock 'em around if you need to but don't kill. "

The shuttle touches down inside the hangar and it's boarding ramps quickly open up. Argus is the first to stride off of the ramp, Gamma following suit closely behind. He was in a shared command and as soon as he entered the tunnels, Argus would delegate and confer with his co-leader as required. As he leads the group of troopers toward the entrance to the service tunnels, Argus takes a moment to speak one final item to his fellows.

" If push comes to shove or your unsure -- Take the shot. "

The mission was the imperative and he couldn't complete without other bodies helping him. He couldn't have them dying simply because they thought that "civilian" was an actual civilian. He'd do what needed to be done and if the need arose, he'd answer for it. Without delay, Argus enters through a doorway that enters a stairwell, the less sophisticated and more mechanical interior already beginning to show itself. This was a maintenance stairwell that would take them into the sublevels and it is there that they would begin their mission. An ugnaught would approach only to be pushed aside by Argus as he descends, his blasters safety finding itself switched off.

A switch was finding itself flipped as Argus enters what is essentially a trance. Butcher. Murderer. Monster. All of it was attributed to the heartless state of mind Argus was known for. Just as the enemy was going to fall, several of the good men and women of the order were also going to fall. Argus was there to ensure their deaths were of actual use to the Order.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Josiah Denko"]

Objective: Search and Destroy
Location: The Seedier part of Bespin
5/20

TK grunted for a second, barely a whisper registering through bis helmet. On the ground the citizens were quaking with fear. Him and his men stood-fast while he mulled it over. A trap was decent and gave them some element of surprise. Though he would have much preferred to bust in on the Starchaser guns blazing, or run an assassination Op while he was sleeping. His directive was kill or capture, it wasn't specified When.

After a few minutes he nodded. It seemed this forcer wasn't like the rest of the fools he'd served. He had brains and relied on more than just his hokey religion and ancient weapons. Tactical Forcies were too damn few these days.

"Very well Sir. I will leave five to guard the prisoners."

TK turned giving a whirling motion with his black gloved fingers and pointing down both directions.

"You heard 'em men. The rest of you fan out, building by building. I want 'em dress right dress, right here. Dobule time let's go!"

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Post=2/20]

She bounded down the landing ramp. Eager to see the view first-hand, she strode to the edge of the landing platform to get a better look at the layered clouds below.

The view was exhilarating, and she gave a contented sigh — it was just how she remembered it.

And the sensation was both relaxing and adrenaline inducing at the same time — an odd cocktail, but that’s what made the place unique.

She spotted a flock of small creatures flying below her in the clouds. She knew Bespin had life-forms different from any place else in the galaxy, but last time didn’t get the chance to see any.

She was completely at ease with the height and remained at the edge of the platform, standing with one hand cocked on her hip.

Behind her, she sensed movement and turning saw a small and somber group of Exex, the city officials, marching across the docking platform toward her ship. At first she thought it might be a small committee to welcome her back but she could sense immediately that something was wrong.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Darth Metus"]

This was a bit more trickier.

As a company who was neutral, it was easy to work within the guidelines of several different government entities. She just had to make sure that she stuck to simply supply and trade. This was also a fellow member of the Trade Federation.

However, she had yet to really meet or know much of what the First Order was doing. She knew that they had done some damage to Incom's factories on Elrood, whose CEO was yet another Trade Federation member.

Hmm.

"I would be happy to provide services in fuel and trade stations within First Order territory," an assistant came to her to show her two different types of lace, prompting Danger to ponder for a moment on which to select. She opted for the fine Spidersilk.

"But I've yet to really learn more about the First Order, Lord Metus..." Danger would glance back at the tall, broad shoulder image of the Sith lord.

"If I may ask, could you tell me more about them? How do they work? And do I have anything to be concerned about when it comes to the free market here at Bespin and within their territories?"

They would both know why she brought it up to begin with. The Galactic Republic.

 

[Malok]

This was an understandable response.

Whereas the Sith Lord had been working in close proximity to the First Order for quite some time, the Queen of Commerce had not. In her eyes, the budding nation may have been a wild card...with an appetite for destruction. However, Metus had the opportunity to assuage any of her doubts: and to give her some insight into with whom she would be dealing.

"I would be happy to oblige." he began, taking a moment to collect his thoughts.

"The First Order was born in the image of the Galactic Empire. Not the failed Atrisian variety, mind...nor the several remnants...but the ancient one we know so well. They epitomize Order. Stability. And are admittedly...heavy handed in their methods at times; as I'm sure you are aware."

He paused.

"I will be blunt in saying that they are not the Galactic Republic. For one, the First Order takes their contacts and contracts very seriously. They won't be spitting upon their word and nationalizing assets. Secondly, they are more interested in promoting stability than shattering it. And what stability is there to be found in the devastation of a local economy?

So, no, you have nothing to worry about on Bespin or within their borders. Arakyd has operated comfortably alongside them since before their emergence on the world stage; as has Santhe Corporation via a regional subsidiary. I would not be making this request of you if I were not absolutely certain that there were no risks posed to what is yours."

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

[6/20]

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Darth Metus"][member="Darth Metus"]

That would settle her concerns.

Danger gave a nod. "Then I would be happy to assist with those two endevours, Lord Metus." this would be a good opportunity for Browncoat Arms and Industrial as well as Mara Tibx. If this meant that the free market would not be imposed on, or seized, then she could work along those lines. The only thing she had to do was ensure that the company remain neutral.

Her focus was on humanitarian efforts and ensuring that those who were not involved in conflicts to be able to survive.

"Tell me more about the shipyards you require." she would ask, needing a few specifics. If anything, she could potentially as Alric if Vanir wanted to join. Behind her, several different types of cakes were being placed upon the tasting table.

 

[Krayn]

ILERIS​

“We began half an hour ago.” The whispered words of Duke Hurvik, one of Ileris’ trusted members of the noble houses within Cloud City entered Ileris’ heading as he entered the Wing Guard briefing chamber and took his designated seat near the edge of the proceedings.
“So I haven’t missed much then.” Ileris curtly responded. Indeed it seemed a correct assumption. Several of the Baron’s had made their points and others had already subjected their votes towards who would step-up into the Administrator role in the immediate vacancy of Trevek. Naturally the votes were as Ileris and the Ubiqtorate of the First Order had predicted, Ali’kopa of the Southern Mining Halls, Gill Onasi of Corellia and Chout of Malastar. Each had their pros and their cons, yet none were on the payroll of the First Order and therefor unfit for service.
“Your vote?” Ileris said to Hurvik who was tapping the knee that sat over his other. “Is it placed?”
“No. I was waiting for you to arrive.” Hurvik smirked. “For dramatic effect.”
Ileris mirrored his smirk. “Nice touch.”
“Are there no more nominations?” Captain Adina declared from atop his raised position. His blue eyes casting out over the amassed crowd, amazed that they had all answered so quickly to the emergency measures put in place by his order. “I shall close nominations if there are no more to be placed.”
“Wait Captain.” Hurvik stood and waited as the room went silent. “I Duke of the Noble Household Hurvik believe that I have found the perfect member to become our emergency-administrator. Throughout the ages we have realised only the wealth of the families on Bespin and for too long we have witnessed the same flaw of greed and corruption carry through from one Administrator to the next. So I nominate Ileris Sonn.”
There was a series of uproars from around the room, curses and explicits thrown at the Duke who merely bowed and retook his seat. Captain Adina began requesting for order, his voice screaming across the room by the amplification system at his throat.
“Now we watch the wheels of fate begin to turn.” Ileris said to Hurvik.
“The wheels of fate or the wheels of credits.”

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Objective: 3
Allies: [member="Natasi Fortan"]
Posts: 1/20

Somewhere on the far edge of Cloud City, far away from the battles and schemes elsewhere on the metropolis, a First Order shuttle landed on a docking bay leading to a lavish white dome. It was one of Cloud City's wealthiest estates, as seen by the fact that butlers and servants were already lined up in a retinue on the platform to receive the guests. General Ludolf Vaas grimaced as he looked out the window to observe them, knowing his mission today would be long and arduous, though not dangerous as it normally was on the battlefield. He had left the military action in the capable hands of the White Wolves, their leader [member="Ricochet"] given strict orders to keep civilian casualties to a minimum. It would make his job here much easier. No, today would not be dangerous... it would be tedious.

Vaas almost preferred the din of battle to this.

The same could not be said for his accomplice, Governor Natasi Fortan. She would be much more at home in these types of social situations, though Ludolf himself was no stranger to negotiating tables. Hopefully, the two of them together could accomplish their goal for the good of the First Order. And then, with the loyalty of the barons and the power of Tibanna gas on his side, General Vaas could get back to doing what he did best - destroying the First Order's enemies.

"Baron Korper is especially fond of Dantooinian Harvest Cake and blue milk," Vaas said gravely to Governor Fortan as he perused the Baron's dossier on a holopad. "Make sure you eat your entire slice during dessert, or the fat man might get offended. Let's get this over with."

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Objective 3
Allies: [member="Ludolf Vaas"], the Firrst Order
Posts: 1/20

Natasi glanced over at her compatriot. "Thank you for clearing that up, General," she said, not bothering to mask her irritation. "Having been educated at the University of Galidraan and then having received a Master's degree at the Imperial Academy, I am, as you know, exceedingly stupid and thus unable to read a briefing." She gave him a deadpan look and rolled her eyes. She was about to remind him that she was not one of his stormtroopers to be ordered about when the pilot came through to check something, and Natasi stowed it in favor of keeping up appearances of a united First Order family.

"Happy faces," she snapped through a false smile as she stood.

Natasi was dressed for the occasion -- a formal dinner -- in a black shimmersilk evening gown, subtly beaded in the bodice area, and a pair of black opera gloves (there were critical when dealing with the little people, they seemed to be fascinated by them). An impressive, fur-trimmed coat was hanging up nearby, ready to be slipped into. "This is all a lot of fuss for nothing," she murmured to [member="Ludolf Vaas"]. She reached up to carefully adjust what appeared to be a silver comb in her elegant coiffure. "He summons us here to make himself look more important. He knows, and I know, and everyone at that table knows that he doesn't have a choice in the matter, but he'll milk this for all it's worth because he knows we don't want to set a match to the place."

She popped a compact and studied her complexion in the mirror. Perfect. The last vestiges of the bombing at Syke had faded away, and she was back to her old self. Except for the rage, of course. That never quite went away. "He's going to be trouble even once he's agreed." She snapped the compact shut and tucked it into her handbag.

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Objective: 3
Allies: [member="Natasi Fortan"]
Posts: 2/20

General Vaas followed Natasi towards the exit of the shuttle, brushing off her cold remark which was part and parcel for her. For his part, he dusted off his own black uniform, which showcased the simplicity yet regality of the First Order officer, the Order's red symbol emblazoned on his arm. And of course the good General was not without his own pair of black gloves, though they were leather and military-issued for formal occasions such as this. And as the First Order general, chiseled in black, approached the bay doors, one of the Stormtroopers signaled to him.

"Sir, shall I dispatch a retinue for you?" The trooper said through his comm system.

Ludolf twisted his face in disgust. "I shall have no such thing," He dismissed the Stormtrooper with an angry wave of the hand. "I find the very question insulting. I was not trained as an Agent on Dromund Kaas so that I should require bodyguards wherever I roam. If I lose my life at a dinner party with fat Cloud City barons, then it will be a death well deserved. Corporal, see to it that this Stormtrooper is reassigned immediately."

Ludolf's long black jacket kicked up as he whirled around gruffly and walked down the landing platform. Unfortunately, some Stormtroopers had yet to be briefed on the General's eccentricities.

On the way towards the doors, Vaas had a chance to get a few words in edgewise with Natasi. "No harm in being extra prepared," He mumbled back to her. "Whether we like it or not, he is important. The lesser barons fight for his crumbs. He needs to cooperate, so that they cooperate. But he will dance for us... oh, I shall see to that."

The airlock doors on the other side of the landing platform hissed open, revealing a corpulent figure in their wake. A corpulent figure with his arms held open and a shit-eating grin on his face.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Post=2/20]

She raised a hand in greeting. "Good to be back. How are you?" She looked at them, perplexed. "This isn’t a friendly welcoming committee is it?”

The last time she arrived, she was immediately told of a death — that transpired to be a murder.

So the tiny group of officials converged around her and all began speaking at once in hushed voices. "What? Wait a minute, now! One at a time."

"It's true, Master Jedi. I have it on good authority. The First Order is looking to take over the planet.”

 

[Kira Vaal]

Objective: Do Your Own Thing
Secure and Remove Underground Assets
Allies: Who knows
Enemies: #TeamFirstOrder
Posts: Kira [02/20] / Ileris [03/20] = Total [05/20]

KIRA​

“Frakking Stormtroopers.” Kira had been forced to slide into one of the narrow vent ways to avoid the second patrol that had come her way, two tight columns of shining white armour that sent shivers down her spine. There was something else going on in this city, the increased garrisons were evident to that. Citizens of Bespin may have allowed the First Order in with open arms but the agents of the Underground did not, they knew when something was running foul and this stank of it.
Moving down one of the more empty under-streets of Cloud City she fought the urge to call out to the other agents she knew were operating within the confines of the floating metropolis. While she could breath easy knowing that they were all safe the risk behind blowing an operation by a simple com-call was enough to stay her hand. This war didn’t need anymore dead heroes.
“Halt.” Kira froze, her head slowly turning to the side where a shadowy figure had just emerged from the nearby maintenance shaft. “Do you have any identification. Miss Vaal.”
“What?” Her hand had reached for her blaster, but it paused only moments before it had put a hole in the mysterious shape. The fact it knew her name was enough to pause. “Onasi? You stuck up twit, I almost shot you.”
The face of an attractive young man appeared from behind a hood, his smile was as dazzling as his eyes and he held himself in such a way that she couldn’t help but feel a slight woon towards him. “I got you though Kira. Admit it you shat yourself.”
“Only a little bit.” Onasi was one of the Underground’s fences in the area, he dealt in rumours and information rather then credits but damn was he good at it. “There are stormtroopers everywhere down here.”
“Yeah I might have something to do with that.” He smirked. “I may or may not have accidentally eased my location while trying to hack into the Administrators direct link. They tripled the patrols and have been kicking in doors left right and centre.”
“Why would you be hacking into the Administrations uplink, isn’t he in the pocket of the Alliance?” Kira queried as she scanned the nearby corridor for any suspicious looking oddities.
“Not anymore he was removed from power about an hour ago, arrested by the Wing Guard.” Onasi replied with a shrug. “Although I think his removal didn’t have anything to do with the apparent corruption there tying him for. It’s got the First Order written all over it.”
“They said freedom of corporation when they began to occupy. They can’t remove the Administrator without enticing war.” The pair began to move out of the shady alley, heading back towards the main access corridor. “They wouldn’t risk it.”
“Not if he gets removed completely by forces unrelated to the First Order.” Onasi explained. “Investigation was put forward by someone named Sonn. Owns part of the Santhe Corporation out of the Techno Union territory, I was trying to link it all up when I got shut down, but it could just be a case of independent greed.”
“Doesn’t explain the amplified Stormtroopers through.” Kira sighed. “Look I’ve got to pick up some things and then get off the planet. I’ll get you off-world in the Falcon and back to Rebellion One.”
“Forget the equipment, it was my stuff. It’s been wiped and destroyed.” Onasi clearly was upset about the outcome, but was putting on a brave face. “We should get off-world though, I have a feeling the entire Anoat Sector is about to be put in lockdown.”
“That or something worse.” Kira muttered. “Ship is this way, we will have to double time it.”
“Lead the way.”

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Objective 3
Allies: [member="Ludolf Vaas"], the First Order
Post 2/20


Natasi cloaked herself in her coat as protection against the chilly Cloud City air and followed [member="Ludolf Vaas"] down the ramp -- as far as she was concerned she should get a medal for negotiating the steep ramp in high heels, but there was still plenty to accomplish. She strode across the landing platform. "Your Grace," she flattered the Baron Korper. "I'm so pleased to make your acquaintance." She offered a hand and was grateful for wearing the gloves when the large man bent over and mashed his lips to her covered knuckles. She managed half a smile, coming off as coquettish and coy rather than revolted. "I am Natasi Fortan -- we spoke over the communicator, you'll recall. May I introduce my colleague General Ludolf Vaas, the First Order's finest. I'm sure he'll be able to put your mind at ease where security upgrades to Cloud City and the tibanna mines are concerned."

The Baron turned to greet Vaas with a pudgy handshake and then invited them for a brief tour of the grounds. "You look like a pansy sort of man, General Vozz," he wheezed, only a few steps into the garden off the walkway to the house. "I have a great collection of them in the conservatory if you should like to view it before dinner."

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Objective: 3
Allies: [member="Natasi Fortan"]
Posts: 3/20

After clasping the Baron's hand in his black leather glove with a firm handshake, the General lowered his head in greeting. "As one of the overseers for the First Order's military, I trust that our relationship will be profitable one for both sides," He said with a smile.

As the old Baron lumbered clumsily along and led the party inside, Ludolf worried that every one of the Baron's sauntering waddles would cause him to keel over. It turned out that the holocams and pictures did Baron Korper great justice, for he was far more grotesquely obese in person than any holographic visage could let on. Up close, Ludolf could see each one of his rolls and folds of his skin. Nor, it seemed, did it take long for Korper to unfurl his rapier's wit. Right from the Baron's first words to him, Ludolf could tell that he was f*cking with him.

He's toying with me, the fat bastard, Ludolf thought from behind the screen of a smile. He's toying with me because he knows he can.

"Perhaps after dinner," Vaas said, as politely as could be managed. "I must admit, Governor Fortan and I are quite eager to experience one of the Korper estate's lavish dinners that we keep hearing so much about." Get the Baron to talk about food, and that should distract him long enough until he was good and full, and then they could get down to business, Ludolf figured.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Post=3/20]

She sighed audibly. An apparent suicide had been a challenge - but she'd managed to overcome it with the help of her Master. She'd proven the man had been murdered, had found the killer and uncovered the plot to turn the orbiting platform into a super-weapon.

And for what? So the First Order could take it over?

"OK, OK..." she said, dismissing them with a wave of her hand. "I'll do what I can, but I am one and I suspect they've brought an army."

She headed indoors and immediately brought her datapad into play. Checking public and secure channels, all of the information corroborated what the officials had said. Bedpan was about to become part of the First Order empire. Could she stop it? No. But she'd do whatever she could to help.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Objective: 1
Location: Ugnorgrad Orbital Station
Allies: First Order | Captain [member="Ricochet"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance | Resistance
Post: # 2/ 20

Alpha Squad, well, 8 of them including Kyle, had taken the lower level of the station, and it seemed they were following large Tibanna gas pipes running under and feeding up through the floor above them. They moved 2 x 2 formation together along the metallic walkway, wisps of smoke and condensation rising from the cooling measures below in operation to keep things nice and balanced.

It was a general sweep of the area, and while he knew things were happening up above, it was lower down where Alpha Squad were and it was there to be secured, for who knew what traps could be rigged to bring sections of the station down around the First Order.

”We’ll double back once we hit the end and move onto the next level after were done,” Kyle said.

White armour moving in unison, the troopers had their flashlights activated on the top of their E11s and moved forward carefully in a well organised sweep.

 

[Nyx]

Objective: 5- Party Time
Allies: The First Order, [member="Itaska Relens"]
Enemies: Evil Spooky Stuff
Post Count: 5/20

With an almost imperceptible nod, Vi chinned a switch in her helmet that shut off the light, and another that activated night vision optics. She gripped her rifle tight, listening to the screams of her fellow stormtroopers over the comm, their pleading as these creatures ripped them limb from limb, the sounds of their remains tearing- she cut off the feed, unable to take it any more. These things would pay, she would make sure of it.
She glanced at Jax, the man trembling beside them. He was a rookie, didn’t have the advantage of a lifetime of conditioning like she did. For a fleeting moment, Vi almost felt bad for him. But that feeling passed as she spotted them at the end of the tunnel.
Hulking monsters, crawling everywhere. Some looked like they might have been sentient beings at one point, horribly transformed by whatever the hell this was.
Vi slid her scatterrifle onto her back, readying her F11-D blaster rifle. She wasn’t specialized in ranged fighting, but she’d be damned before she let these creatures get away. Encouraged, Vi began the waiting game.