You will kneel to my Helmetus (Levantine Salvation/Dominion of Tion)

[Not Ordo]

The bright blue cloud of hyperspace gaveway to a sheet of luminescent white before splitting into elongated beams and snapping into place as the ship known as Imperial One dropped from hyperspace. A second later the slower Imperial class star destroyers "Kill'em" and "All" dropped to it's right and left flanks both at 20km lower in space.

A swarm of comm traffic was suddenly snuffed out as Helmetus' ship fired on the nearest comm satellite to keep comm traffic local. Would it end all calls for help? No that would be dumb but would it cause enough of a stir to fire on the next ones...still probably not but a gizka can hope right?

Helmetus walked onto the bridge and promptly shot a pilot at random.

"I said not to drop into the system so close to them." He said, "launch two squadrons of VHF-1's and take out their comms. This will be my knew palace world and the center of the galactic empire."

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

High up in one of the many aesthetic-conforming towers of Tion…

He did not normally do this, but who was he to say no to a man that genuinely needed help? Specifically, a man that needed his particular brand of help, the help that only a physician, a healer could provide. With nearly nine centuries of knowledge and expertise in his mental docket, the ginger master could be of considerable assistance even without the Force; the niggling of its lack was causing him some discomfort, but it was nothing that could not be managed with the aide of his usual meditations and consistent doses of calming tea. In particular, a strain of his personal stock that he had taken to carrying since the Force had went haywire, a strain he was sharing with this man now as he sat in an office surrounded by full glasteel panes looking out over the cityscape.

'Thank you for the tea, Master Jedi,' yet even with the tea, Oriss Taffeen was still wringing his hands like the best of the hand-wringers, his face so marked with deep, unerasable lines of worry, 'Now, what do you need to know? I'll tell you everything, anything that might help you help me.'

The cup lowered from a face that belied years, revealing a small, affable smile.

'Only the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but,' the old Jedi replied, simple and brief in his words, 'that is all I require to be able to best give you what assistance I can.'

Then he sat there in silence, sipping his tea and trying not to crush the teacup as the man explained his troubles, his worries over the declining health of his wife. Oh, the undercurrent of his mood was no fault of Mister Taffeen. He had only his natural self and the lack of the Force to point a finger at and blame. The pleasant smile remained. The Tion businessman continued to talk for quite some time. There was as yet no knowing what was to come.

The Force could have told him easily if he trusted it at all in these times.

[member="Gerion Ardik"] [member="Darth Adekos"] #srynotsry #suchguilt #verypower #muchtion

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Jaxton was not present at Tion, nor anywhere in the Galaxy really. Depending on how a certain battle on Prakith went he might have been dead, or perhaps he was merely teleported to the Netherworld. Whatever happend to him, it was of little consequence to the citizens of Tion. Around half their population was gone. Like the galaxy at large that caused a bit of hysteria, and now someone had chosen this moment as an opportunity to try an usurp the Tionese. Insert their own rule. The forces of one Darthka Helmetus arrived and began to try to subjugate the planet, and their motion did not go unnoticed.

"Sir, we're picking up what seems to be a fleet around . . . Tion." A levantine patrolsman called to his captain, an Ithorian by the name of Captain Ado.

"A fleet? How many vessels?" The Ithorian asked, his words translated into basic by cybernetics outside his body.

"Quite a bit sir. The Tionese are strong though, they should have enough forces to defend themselves" The patrolsman said, and Captain Ado paused for a short while.

"No. We shall meet this fleet and ensure things remain peaceful." Captain Ado ordered, and his helmsman began to draw up hyperspace co-ordinates.

"What if conflict is inevitable sir?"

"Then we shall do our best to defend the people of Tion from whatever aggression may come."

"Yes sir." The patrolsman replied as the jump to hyperspace was made. They wouldn't reach [member="Darthka Helmetus"] for at least a little while, but they were coming. No planet would suffer under Captain Ado's watch.

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OBJECTIVE SUGGESTIONS:

1: Repel the conquering efforts of Darthka Helmetus as he attempts to take over the planet.

2: Aid the fractured/raptured Tionese Whiteguard in establishing order on the planet. Tion is a world of wealth in cash, creation, and that temptation is proving too great for many of those "left behind."

3: Rumors persist that as a result of the rapture some sort of bio-engineered creature of destruction, possibly even a Sithspawn, is wandering around the lesser income parts of Tion and wreaking havoc, but only a trail of bodies can be found. The business people of Tion have intergalactically renowned Sabacc faces and as such no one is willing to say what it is or where it came from, but one thing can be certain. It is causing a mess of trouble.

[member="Gerion Ardik"] [member="Darth Adekos"] (luv u #sryntsry #soguilty #kpitscrt #kpitsafe)

 

[Seydon of Arda]

+ Tion Proper +​

+ A Metropolitan Back-Alley +​

The Tion Hegemony answered to itself, and proudly so. It's seat was a threaded web-hive interlinking a host of conglomerate powers that divided territory, commerce, political, military, and judicial authorities between themselves. Collaboration ensured a stalwart image: united corporation, indignant at the threat of having their franchises interfered by clumsy, bleeding-heart political liberalism or legislative vigilantes. Or worse, suffering unwanted investigative probes by too gung-ho agents operating out of close neighbors. There wasn't a mote of love lost between the Hegemony and her clandestine lords and the rest of the galaxy.

The Tionese, likewise, prided themselves on understanding the practicalities of business. Supply, demand, need, producing said need. In the bastion heart of a black-book facility situated underground, in a suspended fortress of psy-inert stone and dampening re-bar, surrounded by a sub-ocean of writhing, lightless tides, an asset had gotten loose. It's wardens had inexplicably vanished, leaving half the bastion under-manned. Whether through rapture, a complex teleportation abduction of highly paid security professionals, or sudden, unchecked desertion, something had broke free. Loose, it clawed and rent its way through miles of sub-surface sink level ruination. Authorities were only half aware of an issue when reportings trickled in: cannibalistic atrocities, sightings of a glowering phantom, an elderly care-home losing half of its geriatric inhabitants to killing nightmares, traces of stony and organic corruption.

Someone collected together the clues. Came to a panic-driven conclusion. Made several linked realizations that security forces were ill-prepared to deal with something that was, by creation, inconceivable. So someone put out a call for a singularly qualified individual or individuals to come and deal with the crisis with a modicum of discretion.

Seydon of Arda adjusted his terentatek cowling and ran along a shallow drainage ditch. He was seeing, smelling, feeling exhaustively rank traces of a beast that seemingly left no visible trace of its passage. To his vision, gold eyes oval slit and wolven, it was a naked stream of flapping ink-mist roiling in on itself over the air and ground. Ahead, in the back-alley network of side street labyrinthine infrastructure, something roared. It was akin to listening to two crags grind against each other. Winterfang, held tight in his gloved hand, winked brightly in the caught sunlight. He ran on faster, pounding through sludgy jetsam and translucent underground kelp slogged up from the pipe-trains.

[member="Gerion Ardik"] #Sryntsry

 

[Hira Mitsae]

High up in one of the many aesthetic-conforming towers of Tion…

Darell Irani, one of the many aspects of a complicated man, stood in a simple meeting room on one of the higher levels, currently looking over the chaos that plagued the city beneath them. It made him sad that the pearl of the Hegemony, Tion itself, was being subjected to such a display of disorderly and unlawful behavior.

Truly, it was a sign that the rapture had done all it could to unhinge and destroy the simple factors of socialistic borders and lines. But what can one man, one simple businessman with a few connections do about that really?

That had been the question, and once he had called for the remaining noble and businessmen of this world; they had tried to come up with an answer to it. They had started with trying to stabilize the Whiteguard, Irani himself had come with a small force of droids - courtesy of the Hegemonic Automaton - to aid them in their quest to stabilize the current efforts to retain order.

‘Sir.’ one of his aides approached Irani, a frown perched on his face.

‘Yes, Nigel.’

Don’t judge the boy for his name, he’s really a competent sort.

‘The Levantines have arrived, and so has one… Dak Helmus?’

‘Interesting.’

‘What would you like to do?’

‘Hmm. Send out a call to their people, make them aware of this meeting. Ardik should be here soon enough and we can commence negotiations.’

[member="Gerion Ardik"] (luv u #sryntsry #soguilty #kpitscrt #kpitsafe)

 

[Kana Truden]

High up in one of the many aesthetic-conforming towers of Tion…

Tea -- a bitterly refreshing beverage. It was weird in a sense to be invited to such a thing but it’d be nice to have more memories of tea-drinking that didn’t involve cold weather and Sith. On this occasion Kana had decided to join [member="Ilias Nytrau"] in his, something something, with an old dude on Tion. Honestly, she kind of zoned out during most of the man’s talks. Old rich guys had that effect on her sometimes.

So instead she obviously let the good doc take care of most of it. Her interests in this was merely observational. After all Master Nytrau was one of the most renowned healers that she could think of. To have an opportunity such as this to learn of his methods when meeting patients was, well, an honor.

And this time it was kinda neat to not be the patient itself too!

Teacup in hand she sipped once and then twice as her eyes inquisitively darted between the healer and the patient, or whatever it was this old dude was. She had forgotten who he was, after all.

[member="Gerion Ardik"] [member="Darth Adekos"] (#srtntsry #idunnou)

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Ilias Nytrau"] [member="Seydon of Arda"] [member="Darell Irani"] [member="Jaxton Ravos"] [member="Gerion Ardik"] (@UmbaraIsNext)

"Spread out the fleet and charge the the heavy Ion Cannons and have gunners lock on to their nearest station. Tell me when the cannons are ready and await orders." He said to the gunnery station. "Have Kill'em and all launch a TIE squadron each and set up a fighter screen and prepare for orbital bombardment. Their buildings are dumb anyway."

"Aye sir." Commander Rod replied as he began relaying orders.

The big ship opened two plates on its bow as the cannons were put into position and would fire on the nearest orbital station first...in the next post.

 

[Seydon of Arda]

It was ahead six blocks, and not giving ground on the lead. Seydon was sloshing up through an angled drainage levy, following increasingly visible mars in the ferrocrete and ashfalt, bolting up a stairway of lichen-swamped sump culverts draining out of a stop wall in the ditch. Heat from local noon hour was boiling the waste troughs running banked along the squalid hab-block, attracting bloat-flies in their ten thousands, alongside crystaline mosquitos that hummed incessantly close to Seydon's ears. Over the very ordinary stench of open sewage, was another smell. Cloying... Sweet, almost sickly... Like rotting honey and sugar. Phantasmagoric corruption did have its own peculiar sets of identifying signs, Seydon knew. Vague things like grey shadows traipsed underneath the bilious river-skein he skirted in his dead run. They flicked ague-coloured eyes his way. And then ahead, finally, he caught sight of the damned thing: ...bipedal, humanoid, very tall and broad, covered in sheeting skin that was as red and violet as fresh blood, four horned with a snarling face straight out of a Pius Dea damnation tapestry. It disappeared from his sight a blinking second later.

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

Oriss Taffeen had a lot to say and Ilias had noticed how it was sort-of putting his tag-along to sleep. Not literal sleep, but the way the old Tionese businessman droned on and on, worried and weeping could drive even the most patient young mind to dullness and boredom. He shot [member="Kana Truden"] a very brief glance just to make certain she was not nodding off, then his eyes went back to the mostly unanimated speech of Mister Taffeen. His eyes drifted out to the landscape and to the grounds below, to the notice of much trouble brewing, of faces looking up to the sky. He tracked the line of their gazes.

'Mister Taffeen,' he said, setting down the teacup and saucer, to rise from his seat, 'thank you. I have all the information I need.'

'Oh,' the man blinked, but for a moment looked relieved, even pleased, 'well... Master Jedi, when can you help?'

The blue eyes of the healer slipped out the window again, then rediscovered the face of Oriss Taffeen. Another pleasant smile.

'Soon, Mister Taffeen,' he then looked to the blonde master, 'until then, look out your window. I daresay there are much graver concerns at play than the health of your wife.'

Well, that did not sound par for the course for the ancient master at all! It was just as well - no-one in the room really knew him well enough at all to notice. The Tionese man did as told, and was rewarded with a sheet-white complexion for his trouble.

'But... but...' Taffeen moved towards him, slow and shaking. Nytrau placed one firm hand on the right shoulder of the man. 'It is best you remain here, or someplace safer within this building, if such a locale exists.'

Defeat finally washed over the man. He nodded slowly. The flame-haired halfbreed looked to his companion of the day.

'Come, Miss Truden. There is much mischief afoot.'

Mischief, indeed. He made for the door, and went out of it.

[member="Darthka Helmetus"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Darell Irani"] | [member="Seydon of Arda"] | [member="Jaxton Ravos"]​

[[member="Gerion Ardik"] [member="Darth Adekos"] (#srynotsry #soguilty #kpitscrt #kpitsafe)]​

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

[member="Darthka Helmetus"] [member="Darell Irani"]

The 7th Patrol Fleet of the Levantine Sanctum, filled with volunteers of various past and present member worlds, arrived out of hyperspace without a hitch. It constituted as one MC70 Ackbar Class Cruiser, two Alndys-Class Corvettes and one MC42 Ruisto Class Frigate. It wasn't much, especially for a real military power like The True Empire, but for Captain Ado and Tion it would have to do, at least for now.

"Sir, these ships appear to be charging weapons at the planet."

"Open a comm channel to the invaders and whatever constitutes as an authority on the planet helmsman." Captain Ado ordered, and the helmsman complied.

"This is Captain Ado of the Levantine Sanctum, and I am here to protect the people of Tion. Cease and desist charging your weapons, or we will be forced to engage." The Captain spoke on the comms, communicating his intent to the locals as well as his possible opponent. Hopefully this would end peacefully, but Ado had a feeling deep in his gut that neither he nor Tion would be that lucky.

[member="Gerion Ardik"] [member="Darth Adekos"] (#luvubae #vryglty #scrtion #suchdominion)

 

[Hira Mitsae]

High up in one of the many aesthetic-conforming towers of Tion…

‘Levantine forces are assaulting Dak Helmus, sir.’ Nigel supplied with the audacity and confidence a young man brought up close in proximity to power usually had. It did not occur to him that they were currently in a warzone, that all things considered things could go entirely wrong right now and his short life could come to an end. No, he was employed by Darell Irani, such things did not happen to people in his employees.

Or so went his youthful mind and Irani, though he could see that thought process occurring right in front of him, did nothing to convince him otherwise. It would have been detrimental to their current affairs, he needed a man confident in his immortality, at least for a few more hours until this crisis was truly over.

‘Darthka Helmetus.’ Irani corrected him absentmindedly, while pouring over the various data feeds currently being played on the screen. Now that his droids were supporting the Whiteguard, they were slowly regaining control over the immediate area around their enclave.

Had this been Fort Xim… well, things would have gone differently, but this was a world operated by the Silver Jedi, those mongrels had tried to suck it dry. But the Tion Hegemony looked out for their own, in the ways they could at least.

[ [member="Gerion Ardik"] [member="Darth Adekos"] (#srynotsry #soguilty #kpitscrt #kpitsafe) ]​

 

[Kana Truden]

Only the tea kept her awake through Mister Taffeen’s monologue about his wife. Was she disinterested? No. It may seem like she was, but she wasn’t. This was simply, to her, yet another man in the crisis considering himself more important than others. She had encountered enough of them on New Holstice and as a healer-in-learning to know that such was never the case.

Or maybe it was simply her old disdain for the rich and powerful that was resurfacing? Really, Tion wasn’t the smartest of moves her behalf but to follow Master Nytrau around was not something she was going to just turn down.

She put her cup on the coffee table before following her friend to the door. Something about the way he spoke made her laugh.

“I shan’t tarry much longer, Master Nytrau.” Spoken in a most exaggerated Imperial accent. “Jolly good tea that. Now where are we off to, my good chum?”

[member="Darthka Helmetus"] | [member="Ilias Nytrau"] | [member="Darell Irani"] | [member="Seydon of Arda"] | [member="Jaxton Ravos"]​

[[member="Gerion Ardik"] [member="Darth Adekos"] (#srynotsry #soguilty #stilldunnou #lel)]​

 

[Thessa Kai]

Sky Battle ​

A few squadrons (npc details) of rag-tag fighters popped into existence not too far from the TIEs and assortment of bad-guy ships. Leading one squadron housed a cockpit that habitually smelled like kelp and sea-water. An older flimsi of Judah and Makai plastered the dash. The Galan really had to get that one updated.

"This is Sirena. Prepare to engage the TIE fighters but our main objective are those heavy guns. Keep it tight squad."

She got an echo of rogers from the comm-system.

Sparky warbled in her ear. The Galan cracked a grim smile. "Yes I gave Judah the grocery list. He knows it's his turn to go the store. Make sure the shields are up. We can talk about parsnips and nuna eggs later."

A sassy warble.


[member="Darthka Helmetus"] [member="Gerion Ardik"] [member="Darth Adekos"] #DarthKoKo #lubyou #dunbsad

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Seydon of Arda"] [member="Jaxton Ravos"] [member="Darell Irani"] [member="Thessa Kai"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Ilias Nytrau"] [member="GREG"]

Helmetus listened and nodded to the comm officer.

"I understand." he said in his deep epic fething voice, "Gunnery Sergeant....Fire."

The twin heavy as heck ion cannons womped and sent two long green beams of energy at the orbital defense station that he had spawned in his second post as a first target.

"Engage incoming fighters but don't go beyond 40 km range. I want them close enough for flack cannons."

"Sir won't flack cannons hit our fighters too?"

"They signed the release waiver insurance will cover the loss."

"Aye, sir."

"Launch two squadrons of fighters and bombers and make a run at their frigate." He commanded, "I want to test their reaction."

TTE Fighter sub: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/50972-vhf-1/

TTE bomber sub: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/50976-tib-1/

TTE interceptor sub (still in development): http://starwarsrp.net/topic/50976-tib-1/

(Skype is down for me pm me if you need to.)

 

[Seydon of Arda]

The Tionese refrained from communicating further on their escaped charge, just that it was physically capable, formidable, and should not be contested lightly. They didn't mention the host of phenomena following at its heels like a needling poltergeist. It'd put on another burst of great speed and had broken its way up the ferrocrete siding of a three-story industrial workers' union office, trying to put distance between itself and the presence it felt chasing doggedly at its back. Seydon swung against a sharp alleyway corner and vaulted over fallen detritus that laid in his way. The corruption-stink making the veins in his nose and throat begin to weep hadn't lessened. He'd just managed to catch up on its most recent wake, in time to watch its ground up foot-tracks bleed liquorice globules of mauve light upward from the ground, before dissipating. Dark Force power shuddered from up ahead, a shock bubble of psi-pathic wrath warping the local calmness. It tasted like iron on Seydon's tongue, warmth sucking out of the air.

He mounted up the building siding, catching hand holds where claw-marks had scythed through fabrication materials, scurrying at a double-time pace to catch up with the beast. Seydon was up and across the roofing in the next instance, clearing a tenuous twenty meter vault-jump to the opposite avenue end. His quarry was wholly visible up ahead. Garbed in black-greased duraplast, an image of gothic plate-armour, from its horned brow hanging a curtain of mail coif to shin greaves contorted to feature reliefs of open-jawed skulls screaming wordlessly, "physically formidable" didn't begin to pay justice to the Tionese' escaped monstrosity. Seydon noticed its left arm had been crafted into a trunked appendage, bolted with a peculiarly wide vambrace that was licked with scorched blaster marks. It ended in an articulate hand composed of saw toothed digits partly composed of blood vessels and bone. The right arm he saw was a biomechanic construct of an attached, belt-fed stubber cannon eating ammunition from a drum slung around its waist. It wore muscle across the rest of its frame in corded tubes running like cable-sheathing below its barnacled skin.

Patrol gigs had been following along its progress as close as any of their single-pilots dared. One dipped in too close, trying to broadcast a wide pan video from its under-slung carriage photoreceptors. The beast cocked up straight from its brooding hunch and snorted broadly in annoyance. It turned its right arm about, braced one foot into crunched roof bricking, and chattered the stubber cannon on. Seydon was closing the distance, watching the gig shred into a cloud of scattering metallic debris. The pilot was reduced to a mist of pulverized organic matter, rapidly swallowed up in a brief vacuum of sucking air, ending in the gig fuel cells combusting. Horrifically, the beast seemed to chortle while liquidated streams of white fire landed and whipped across its back.

...And then it noticed Seydon's approach.

 

[Thessa Kai]

Skyyyyyyyyy Battle​

"I don't know why they're huggin' that ship like a calf still on her momma's teat." Sparky warbled a response that wouldn't be responsible to share for a PG-whatever board. "Sparky. Even Judah would be shocked with that language. Full forward shields."

She flew the snub-nosed fighter closer as the lights blipped out on some of her comrades. "Line up to make a pass at the starboard guns, over."

The crash-webbing tightened around her shoulders as she brought up the modified x-wing's speed, weaving in and out of the various assortment of enemy bombers. She fired-up the canons and dropped a shot on the starboard artillery gun.

Her remaining units would play the cat and mouse game with the other defenders but they were taking hits.

[member="Darthka Helmetus"] (can we have a swartz moment plz? I will come aboard.)

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

"Sir, they're launching fighters. Target appears to be our frigate."

"And those other fighters that came out of hyperspace?"

"Engaging the enemy's fighters, a few of them are making runs at their main ships."

"Tell our two corvettes to each send a squadron of interceptors to aid those fighters and keep our frigate running. Meanwhile I want all our shuttles to head down to the planet. Get as much food and medical supplies down there as we can."

"Yes sir."

Captain Ado hailed a channel to whatever Tionese government was still running. Chances were faces like @Darell Inari and [member="Gerion Ardik"] had a hand in it.

"This is Captain Ado, I am sending over shuttles with food and medical supplies scattered around the regions that seem hit the most. Sending co-ordinates and requesting a light guard."


Ado's frigate took a few proton bombs in the process as it took time for Thessa's fighters and Ado's interceptors to reach them. It was taking damage but operational for now. Redundant deflector shields were a beautiful thing, but he was sure Helmetus had more in his arsenal. Their strength would be tested soon enough.

[member="Thessa Kai"] [member="Darthka Helmetus"]


[member="Darth Adekos"] (#sryntsry #LevanTion #soguilty)

 

[Jennifer Blanchard]

She had seen the report. It appeared that the Levantines had shown up in her neck of the woods. One of Tion's agents that helped patrol the local space, and keep businesses from outside the Cluster from interfering with the Hegemonic companies, she was always listening. And watching. Mainly the Silvers, and that was why she hadn't seen this. Knowing that Marek Starchaser was the reason that she got put into this lifestyle, she kept tabs on a lot of things he was too busy, or too lazy to keep tabs on.

Yet, she still followed his chain of command, and with Starchaser away from the Cluster doing Force knew what, the next best person to contact was [member="Darell Irani"].

Trying to hail the man, she was waiting for the pick up, and when/if it happened, she would be offering her support. "Need anything done?" Was how it came. "Saw we've got visitors." Not that she could do too much, but she was a gun hand, and had her saber, she could back him up.

 

[Seydon of Arda]

It lumbered around on taloned feet, extruding a mist of heat vapor off its bulked, sloped shoulders, tossing its massively horned skull side to side like a cloven bull deciding on a ram-charge. Seydon was egressing down a wide shelf of shanty-plated roofing, scattering sun-dried hillocks of pigeon shid as ratty scale-birds wheeled overhead, screaming shrilly. His boots caught the lip of a slide of corrugated duralluminum and leapt. Hot, empty air opened out beneath him, before an atrium courtyard smacked up into his milling boot soles.

Seydon rolled with his inertia to curb his speed and arrest momentum, drawing out Winterfang spun back to his footing, adopting his blade into an "un-stable" counter-guard. The beast-hulk snorted steam from out its pierced nostrils like a hydraulic bray. It simply shrugged its gun-arm into lock and began cycling the integrated rotator barrels, into a dry whirl that began growing thunderous as a vacuum in the feed-belt sucked awaiting caseless slugs into the priming chamber. Seydon was up into a blitzing sprint when the first volumes of gun-fire hosed across at him, and turned the roof-court sun-white diamond tiles into chipped plume clouds.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Jennifer Blanchard"] [member="Jaxton Ravos"]

Darell Irani had received both messages loud and clear, a small detachment of Whiteguard supported by his droids had managed to break through the riots and push forward towards the coordinates given by the captain. Truthfully, the supplies would have to be secured before they could be given out - with the current riots… well, there wasn’t much thought for food right now.

Then he got another message, Blanchard. That was better, she was one of the more gifted agents within the fold of the Hegemony, good with computers if her dossiers were remotely accurate. Irani clicked on his commlink and made contact with her.

‘Miss Blanchard, the riots are seemingly being coordinated from a single location, rebels, perhaps silver remnants, the origin is irrelevant. I need you to track down the source and shut it down.’

A shrug.

‘If that is not an option you will direct Whiteguard forces towards the source and let them handle the situation, do you copy?’