Your Overconfidence Is Your Weakness | Rebel Alliance Invasion of Sith Empire Held Dubrillon Hex

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Objective: Take the Refinery Complex

Location: Dubrillon, dropship

Allies: Strike Team One, [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Cenric Marus"]

Enemies: The Sith Empire, [member="Darth Vesper"]

Music: Link


Their patience had been rewarded.

The Rebel Alliance had watched helplessly as the Sith Empire carved a bloody swathe through the galactic core. Their fleets had not yet been ready, and taking action then had been deemed as suicidal for the Alliance's future endeavors. They had been forced to sit back and watch as their allies burned, and their worlds were shattered.

Their patience had bought the rebels the time they needed to fully outfit their military. When the day of the invasion came, the entirety of the alliance had finished readying itself for war. A ragtag gathering of vessels dropped out of hyperspace without announcement in the early hours of dawn over Dubrillon. The flotilla lacked any sense of coordination in vessel design, but one could easily recognize the attack pattern of the four Mephirium class Star Destroyers that sat in the center of the formation if they knew what to look for. The fleet's military intentions would be rather clear.

The alliance's plans were rather straightforward. Dubrillon was an important territorial link to the rest of the Sith Empire, one whose loss would certainly be felt by the entirety of the imperial war machine. The kolto it provided allowed the imperials to continue their campaign of aggression with little issue by way of medical resupply. Its close vicinity to the empire's capital also served as something of a message to the rest of their worlds: there was no place within the Sith Empire for the worst of its ilk to hide that was safe from the Rebel Alliance. Two targets had been chosen, the kolto refinery, and the kolto processing plant. The rebels intended to capture these places for themselves, though simply crippling them was acceptable if holding them proved impossible.

A few moments after the vessels dropped out of hyperspace, their hanger bays opened to disgorge hundreds of dropships. Those ships made a run for Dubrillon, with small screens of Thunderbird starfighters flying as their escort. The fleet itself would remain stationary, its weapons primed to harry whatever defenses Dubrillon might have had without putting itself into unnecessary danger.

A number of dropships would be destroyed in the void between Dubrillon and the fleet. Even more would perish once breaching Dubrillon's atmosphere. Such tactics were not something the alliance enjoyed using, but there had been no other way to get its armies onto the planet successfully without incapacitating whatever imperial fleeting elements might have been present. To minimize the losses, Cedric had volunteered to ride in the cargo bay of the lead vessel.

The knight was seated, his cowl drawn back, his eyes closed. He had immersed himself within the Great Ocean before the dropships had ever left their parent vessels, and the connection he had managed to forge with his pilots had saved more than a few of their lives. He'd exerted a positive influence on his comrades, allowing thoughts of encouragement and confidence to flood their minds as they flew into the jaws of death. Doubts and fears were dispelled from the minds of the rebel pilots, those negative emotions having been replaced with an intense focus that would prove difficult to break. Men that would have panicked and made critical errors were cool and calm in the face of a near-certain demise.

"We're approaching the refinery complex Commander Grayson," the lead pilot murmured into his comm unit.

"Perfect. Maintain your current course. Our allies should meet us when we arrive." The might of the Sith-Imperial army could not be matched with the solders the Rebel Alliance had provided alone. Fortunately, intelligence work and prior planning on Dubrillon had allowed connections to be forged with members of the populace sympathetic to the rebel cause. The men and women of these small and scattered cells had laid the groundwork for the invasion of Dubrillon; the rebels were counting on them to see it through.

"We're dropping in two," Cedric spoke over the TACCOM, "It's time to bring these monsters to justice for what they did to our people on Ession. For the alliance!"

The resounding roar of reply that followed momentarily shorted out the speakers in Cedric's comm. The knight couldn't help but snicker, though his attentions never wavered from the process of maintaining his battle meditation.

This was a make or break moment for the alliance. Whatever happened here would influence the entire course of the war that would follow. As the dropships roared in to the outskirts of the facility, doors slamming open and weapons screaming as they would fire at imperial emplacement, Cedric decided that there was no other place he would rather be.

 

[Cenric Marus]

Objective: Take the Refinery Complex
Location: Dubrillon, dropship
Allies: Strike Team One | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire | [member="Darth Vesper"] | [member="Jantar Keltainen"]

Cenric sat quietly in the back of the dropship.

His fingers tightened slowly into fists before they unfurled, his expression scrunched as he tried his best to breath slowly and calmly. War wasn't exactly something he was used to, it wasn't something anyone should be used to. There were men and women aboard this shuttle that had endured a hundred battles, taken part in dozens of skirmishes and fights, but Cenric? Cenric had been in one engagement against the Sith, a brief skirmish against some Imperials...and that was it.

Cedric had trained him well, opened his mind to the force, pushed him a bit more and guided him to be ready for this...but he didn't feel ready. Everything about this still felt wrong, everything about this sent panic through his heart. He couldn't really help it, he was young, and although he was brash and brave all of this was still...overwhelming.

His lungs filled with a deep breath, his eyes slowly opened.

Despite the doubt that he felt, despite the fear that still lingered in the back of his mind, it had been his choice to come here. He had chosen to be Cedric's student, he had chosen to come along today. He had built his own lightsaber in preparation for this and he was here to make a difference. That was why they were all here. That was why the Alliance had come to Dubrillion. Shifting slightly Cenric pulled the long-handled lightsaber from it's place on his thigh.

He gripped the weapon, steadying himself as their fate drew closer and closer.

 

[H3xle]

LOCATION: Dubrillion Garrison
OBJECTIVE: Shake, Rabble, and Roll

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'What the feth...' Cam thought as he glanced at his cards in dismay. He did his best to school his face into one of confidence, but as a fresh from training recruit his idea of confidence had more to do with bars and women than sitting in a room full of people collectively called 'Privates'.

"You've got nothing, Cam." The Private to Cam's left said with a smirk on his face.

"You think so?" Cam replied, attempting to raise an eyebrow, but likely looking more like his forehead was spasming randomly. "Lets get on with the hand and take a look, shall we?"

"You grimaced as soon as you turned up your cards, then got that lopsided grin pasted on your face." The lefty Private said, pointing his cards to emphasize his point.

Cam's 'confidence grin' faltered, and he breathed out loudly through his nostrils before tossing his cards down.

"Fine, I'm out. I've got duty in half an hour anyway." He used as an excuse, but made no move for the armor stand next to his bunk. He just leaned back in his chairs to watch the game some more.

"Alert, unknown armed forces have entered the system heading for the planet. All Legionaires to combat stations."

Cam was so surprised by the alert, he fumbled and had his chair slide out from under him. He didn't spend even a moment to rub his bruised bum, though, as everyone leapt into action, strapping on their armor and checking their weapons.

Cam was the third one out of the barracks room, he turned left down the corridor and sprinted towards the hangar bay where the rapid response squads would have left from, and the dropships meant to take him and his unit to any place where the enemy lands should be waiting.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Objective: Kill the Webuls, Kill the Webuls, Kill the Webuls
Location: Bastion
Allies: [member="Koda Fett"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Kaalia Pavanos"], [member="Vaylin"], [member="Darth Prazutis"], [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Cedric Grayson"], [member="Cenric Marus"], [member="Aryn Teth"]

"Sir, those are rebel ships!"

More and more non-Imperial vessels continued to stream into existence just beyond the transparisteel viewport that encircled the bridge of the Empire's Fidelity, a Marr-class Star Destroyer that was stationed above the Imperial oceanic world of Dubrillion alongside a sizeable flotilla of other Star Destroyers and smaller warships. At one point eight-five-six kilometers long the Marr-class was the Empire's go-to ship-of-the-line and was considered one of its most technologically advanced destroyers. However, it was dwarfed by the four three-kilometer long Mephirium-class Battlecruisers that dominated the center of the Rebel formation, though that did little to deter the hardened Imperial officers and gunners stationed throughout the Imperial defense fleet.

The Captain of the Empire's Fidelity turned to face the communication's officer, a stern and grim Duros who peered up at him from the sunken data pits that lined the central bridge thoroughfare. "Dispatch communications to all nearby Imperial commands, and inform Bastion that a large Rebel fleet has entered orbit over Dubrillion, emergency priority!"

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Bastion had served as the capital of the New Sith Empire ever since the Sith Ascendancy had been formed on its surface over a year ago, and the Empire had not seen greater heights of prosperity, culture, and wealth in its short, but impactful, existence. As plunder flowed in from the Core Worlds, the worlds of the Sith Empire found themselves growing more advanced as old structures were demolished and newer Imperial buildings were erected in the style of brutalist architecture.

The Tingel Arm was quickly becoming the new cultural center of the galaxy as the Core withered and died by their hands.

And the Emperor of the Sith could not be more boastful and proud of his Empire's accomplishments, his dark brood gaze sweeping over the ever-growing skyline of Ravelin as he stalked through the Imperial Palace's outer corridors. Around him were a myriad of advisors, fellow Sith Lords, and other confidants that the Emperor possessed great respect for. Most of them served to manage the monstrous machine that was the Empire's bureaucratic government, which oversaw the management of the hundreds and hundreds of star systems that comprised the Empire's vast territories; with more systems being incorporated into its borders every single rotation.

Their recent victories against the Galactic Alliance and the League of Voss had made them jubilant, and there was a hearty air of triumph surrounding the procession as it wound its way through the labyrinthine interior of the palace.

However, their revelry would quickly be brought to a close as the news of the incursion at Dubrillion met their ears, with the Emperor being the first to respond. "At last these cowards reveal themselves again, and they have made a grave error of judgment by striking so close to my seat of power. Summon my War Fleet! Black Iron will be the method in which these rebels meet their ends."

War Fleet Black Iron was the Emperor's personal armada of warships surrounding his flagship, the Super Star Dreadnought Behemoth. Comprised of four battlecruisers, thirty-two star destroyers, and twenty-eight small cruisers and frigates; it was one of the largest personal assemblies of Imperial starships in the entire Empire. It was currently moored in orbit above Bastion, distinctly separate from the even larger Bastion Defense Fleet that encircled the planet like the orbital shipyards of Kuat.

The Emperor and his allies would make their way via shuttle to the Behemoth, which would move out of orbit as the rest of Black Iron assembled around it before collectively jumping into hyperspace.

En route to Dubrillion.

 

[Iasha Rha]

Location: Garrison
Objective: Get rekt in card games.
Allies: [member="Cam Fyrden"]

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"Fine, I'm out. I got duty in half an hour anyway."

Private SL2222, Kir Barbazu, let out a loud "Ha!" when Cam got busted. Kir himself had been knocked out by Cam earlier in the game, but blamed it on unlucky cards.

He was currently leaning back against one of the bunk beds, dressed in most of his armour after his last watch. It had been loosened for comfort, but he had to take a second watch later, so he hadn't bothered taking it off entirely.

"Suits you right, four-seven" "What goes around co-"

"Alert, unknown armed forces have entered the system heading for the planet.All Legionaires to combat stations."​

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Kir almost fell of his stool with Cam, but caught the side of the bunks and, in a wild scramble, the mirialan got to his feet.

"Kaine's Kickers. That's not a drill, is it?"

In a frantic rush, Kir started kitting up. The armour tightened and sealed. His sidearm went into its holster as the Private kitted up. Each motion was practised t the point where he no longer thought about it specifically. His mind was elsewhere: Thinking about his friends, his family. Moreover, he was wondering who in the world would attack Dubrillon? It was just a- Oh wait.

The mirialan halted for a second as he looked at his options in kit, and he grabbed the heavier option in addition. Kir was first out the door, usually not a good thing, but his training spoke before his superstition.

Outside, squads were lining up and their commanders quickly delegated the stations and tasks. Kir halted and assumed position at attention, waiting for the rest of his squad.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Deal with the Interrupters
Location: Black Iron Fleet, enroute to Dubrillion
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] [member="Vaylin"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Samka Derith"]
Enemies: [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Cenric Marus"] any other other blasted darn rebels

Equipment: Armor Lightsaber

Of all the... to say her irritation was astronomical would be an understatement. She was positively livid that the Rebels, whoever the kark they were, would dare launch an attack like this AND at this time. She was fuming internally, pacing back and forth, hands clasped behind her back. When the Emperor had assembled the fleet, she had accompanied him and others to the command ship. Now... nothing to do but wait for the short hyperspace jump between Dubrillion and Bastion to finish.

"Who in their right mind launches an attack on a world so close to Bastion as their first major operation?" she asked aloud, still pacing. "Who does that? Dubrillion? Really? Oh when I get my hands on any of those rebels, they'll wish it was Kaine or Prazutis that got their hands on them."

Unlike with the operation on Coruscant, this was not business and pleasure. Wiping out every single stinking rebel was going to be nothing but pleasure, to see them driven from the galaxy, or NO some of them would be turned, twisted and then sent back to their friends as a message.

She was irate, and any rebel she encountered once they arrived... they were dead men walking.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Location: Dubrillion, Collection and Refinery Complex
Allies: Sith Empire
Enemies: We'll see what happens.

It was a standard job. Security detail for a tactically critical position, made necessary by the sudden consolidation of Rebel elements in the sector. Kolto was an invaluable asset for Imperial forces, as it vastly decreased the number of losses they incurred. For Alkor, it was a nice, fat paycheck and nothing else.

In light of the current campaign, this position was one of the most likely to fall under attack. There were a nominal number of Imperial Forces near his immediate position, but the Garrison was not far away. There would be a solid defensive presence in any event.

He leaned on one of the outer walls near the entryway, just outside of the code-protected facility. This was by far the more crucial of the two instillations on the planet, because while raw Kolto could be seized and refined, the finished product was more readily useful and could fuel an army for a prolonged campaign. To that end, Alkor checked his kit and located three Balmorran Firewall Grenades, which he could use to cut off an enemy charge, or...

Well, he would get clearance for the contingency from [member="Darth Carnifex"] before he resorted to asset denial.

His ruminations were interrupted by the sound of dropships breaking atmosphere at high speed. His HUD screamed proximity alerts and warnings in his ear as he zoomed in and picked out IFFs, ascertaining whether or not they were friendly.

He didn't have to wait for a response to recognize a strike force.

"I have eyes on multiple bogeys coming in hot," he called on the Imperial channel that they had given him access to, just in case this situation were to arise. "I repeat, hostiles in Dubrillion airspace."

He peeled the XSR Behemoth from his back and readied himself for combat.

 

[Darth Bellum]

Kor Vexen

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Gehenna Fleet, Stationed over Bastion
Make preparations for Dubrillon

Vexen stood amongst a bustle of officers on the bridge running routine checks on the systems of the ship, a constant chatter as the fleet sat in orbit around Bastion, the capital planet of their entire, shining empire amongst the entirety of the Bastion Defense Fleet. One look out into space would prove to be enough that no force in the Galaxy could ever so much as dream of laying a finger on it, lest they suffer the full wrath of the Empire in attempting to do so, like so many before them. Over a dozen fighter patrols zoomed by in the distance as they circled the fleet, like a protective flock of lethal birds.

There would seem to be a pause in the usual chatter as Vexen detected a slight change in the atmosphere, his gaze shifting away from staring out the viewport as the men on the bridge seemed a bit confused. Vice Admiral Jaisal Koruuna who commanded the fleet would walk up behind Vexen with his hands behind his back, a calm look on his face as he spoke up, "Communications have been sporadic, but we've been picking up distress signals coming from Dubrillon. I've recalled the fighters." As the vice admiral said this, the fighter squadrons that were maintaining a protective patrol around the fleet would alter their flight paths, turning as they made their way back to their respective ships to refuel in the hangars.

Vexen outwardly was not very different, he still retained his posture as he seemed to be mulling the information over. An officer would rush over to the two as he offered a salute before speaking up, "Reports are confirming an enemy fleet arriving over Dubrillon. The planet is under attack." His gaze would fall upon the Vice Admiral, his features obscured as per usual due to his helmet before a vocoded voice spoke, "Make preparations to jump immediately, notify the defense fleet of our departure and get everyone to battle stations." Vexen would turn on his heels as he made his way off the bridge.

On his way down, there would be a rush of ship personnel as they scrambled for their stations, getting ready for an imminent battle. Whoever would have been foolish enough to declare an attack on a planet that was under the protection of the Sith Empire would soon learn that they would not get away unmolested; no, they would pay for their transgressions with their lives, or lose an arm and a leg at the very least whilst being torn to pieces by the full might of the Sith Empire. Whoever was foolish enough to try to strike a blow to the Empire would regret they did.

Vexen's armored boots would thud as he walked, entering a hangar as he walked upon thousands of troopers filing and lining up before him, armored vehicles and droids being loaded up onto transports as they awaited deployment. Vexen would stand before his mighty Legion, who have proven their skill and worth to him over the many campaigns they had been deployed, his vocoded voice booming through the entire hangar via speakers, "Today, we meet a rather brave but foolish enemy. They have announced their presence to us by assaulting the neighboring system of Dubrillon. Today, we will bring down the full wrath of the Imperial Legion upon them and strike fear into their hearts. For the glory of the Legion, for the prosperity of our Empire!"

Vexen's little speech was punctuated as he raised his armored fist in the air, the response being the resounding roar of approval from his men as they raised their fists in unison. United they would fight against whatever foe that came to face them, and their wrath would be second only to the Emperor's own. Vexen would nod in approval as he lowered his arm, as he strode to make for his own personal transport. The vessels of Gehenna fleet would soon make the jump to hyperspace, destination Dubrillon.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Bastion​

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Black Iron Fleet, En Route to Dubrillion​

Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"]​

Enemies: TBD​

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Fiolette shifted the uniform coat over her torso and crossed the length of the room to look herself over in the mirror. "Someone who clearly has a death wish," the Galidraani replied. The redhead fixed the rank of Rear Admiral to her uniform. Taeli had every right to be irritated and she would be too if she hadn't been used to such interruptions throughout her life. Admittedly she enjoyed the little rant that her other half seemed to be on. "And I'm quite sure you'll make every single one pray for death, who knows, perhaps these rebels might be suitable for your laboratory mi'lady." She turned and gave Taeli a cheeky smile. "And as much as I would entertain the thought of watching you destroy them. I am called elsewhere."

Quietly she walked back toward the Lorrdian, Fiolette took the opportunity to slip her arms around Taeli's waist. "See you at home," she whispered with a small kiss to the Sith Lady's cheek. Fiolette removed her arms from her girlfriend's waist and headed out to the main corridors. She got a look up the corridor and down, her form faded into the crowd as she headed for the shuttle. A small ride to the massive form of the Behemoth, hands placed behind her back as the war machine turned cargo and personnel were loaded into each ship and one by one would be marked ready to embark to Dubrillion.

The hum of the shuttle's engines fell silent as the ramp unfolded onto one of the Behemoth's hangar.

She crossed the length of the hangar as her support staff arrived following the Rear Admiral into the lift. "Fleet status?"

"All crews reporting, all ships report ready."

"Excellent."

"Have all commanders perform final checks before we proceed into hyperspace," Fiolette ordered as the lift doors opened, and she made her way to the main bridge.

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[Koda Fett]

OBJECTIVE: Be the very expensive attack dog.
LOCATION: Bastion
ALLIES: [member="Darth Carnifex"] - [member="Taeli Raaf"] - @Kaalia Pavanos - [member="Vaylin"] - [member="Fiolette Yvarro"]
ADVERSARIES: @Coren Starchaser - [member="Romi Jade"] - [member="Cedric Grayson"] - [member="Cenric Marus"] - [member="Aryn Teth"]

A dented, scorched, scratched, and scraped Mandalorian Helmet with a mixture of Green, Red, and Yellow was positioned adjacent to the Bounty Hunter. His features concealed by an ever-growing shadow as the Emperor's pride and joy, the Behemoth began to shift through the void. It simply blocked out the sun, and the only light the Mandalorian saw from within the confines of the Spear II's cockpit was that of the dash. For a moment he found himself curious, wondering as to what crusade the Emperor and his lackeys were off to next. Besiege another planet owned by the League of Voss, or perhaps there was another Alliance to crush. Hell, even the thought of 'where is my call' crossed his mind, figuring for the briefest of moments that they found another highly paid attack dog to crush those that stood in their way. It was, however, a short-lived feeling...

The silence created tension, and that very tension was butchered unapologetically as the vessel's holocommunicator began to ring, and ring oh so very loudly. With one slow movement, Fett's right hand pressed down on a red button that began to glow a fraction brighter once it was activated, revealing the face of an Imperial Officer- his expression neutral, if not surly. It was an expression Koda was accustomed to, for most Officer's believed themselves above contacting a mere Bounty Hunter, some may even believe that they don't need their 'scum'. Although, it wasn't as if many of these Hunter's gave much in the way of a damn as to what these holier-than-thou Imperials thought of them.

"Mr. Fett." Being call 'Mr.' was always a surprise, caught him off-guard even. "You are requested upon the Behemoth. The Black Iron Fleet is defending against the Rebel Alliance on Dubrillion. Double your standard rate for the short notice."

​Double sounded good, it always did. Except when it ended with an 's', that only reminded him of... Hmm. A brief scowl crossed his face at the mere remembrance. "Done." A stern reply, and the transmission cut. His gaze on that helmet never ceased, and now? Now he reached over with both hands, lifting it from the dash and rotating it in the air before firmly planting it over his head. Back to the action, The Spear II soared through the space above Bastion, it's engines thrumming had intensified in the moment it's energy input spiked. Mere moments later, it touched down within one of the Behemoth's hangar.

 

[Ras Val'kor]

Objective: Take the Refinery Complex
Location: Dubrillon, dropship
Allies: Strike Team One, [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Cenric Marus"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire
Gear: Z-6 Rotary Blaster Cannon - Underlay - BR-212 (on shoulder) - C-11 - Retrofitted Stormtrooper Armor - X4 Frags - X2 Sonic Detonators - X2 Radiation Grenades - Kama - KD-30 - Vibroblade

This is where it could all end. It wasn't too often that do-gooders had happy endings, at least not when the Empire was so vast, not when they had this much control. Though born of the same ire as incarnations past, The First Order was no different from this sibling. The desires, the politics, it all stemmed from somewhere relative. ​

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An inherited evil.​

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Ras cracked his neck, shifting his shoulders as he reassured his grip on the rotary cannon's exterior handle. His breathing was calm and steady, his eyes cast down, staring listlessly at the dropship's metal grated floors. His body was weighted from all the gear he carried - it felt good. His shoulders tense with the embrace of armor, re-worked and retrofitted with a multitude of contemporary components that could be found in most well-equipped armies. ​

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Painted with flair, and as a rejection of the standardized uniform and oppression of any Imperial government. Ras understood that he was now, and forevermore, a traitor. There was no going back, for he had already spilled his own blood. His own kind, slain and shot down like beasts. Brothers in arms no more.​

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A cacophony of blaster fire and cannons barked with both malice and retribution. This was the sound of war, a particular noise that never leaves a man's ear. Some called it a song, but Ras would call them fools. There was no melody, no harmony to uplift the soul. Only death and the repercussions wrought by the hands of mortals and their petty ways. ​

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Ras smirked to himself beneath his helmet.​

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It was a good day to die.​

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He felt at peace, knowing he had found a purpose among an even more resilient crowd. They didn't want to give up, not even after what happened to Ession and its people. They wanted blood and smoke, destruction and revenge. ​

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They wanted to make the Empire feel as if it were nothing, that it had no control over the liberties and freedoms of the men and women whom desired fairness, a chance to stand for what they choose to believe in, not controlled by some forceful hand that guides the heads of thousands - millions to look upon ego, not magnificence. ​

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To have their lives in detriment for belief or dreams. ​

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Ras understood what he had done, and was ready to unleash that pain and anger upon those that made him the man he is today. ​

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Ras stood, his left arm heavy as he held his cannon by his side. Right arm extended and grasping a safety rail to steady himself as he waited for the dropship's door to open. He could feel his heartbeat quicken, pounding within his chest. ​

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This was it.​

 

[Ari Vox]

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[SIZE=11pt]DOG Unithttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/130783-deniable-operations-group-dog/ - Viking - Team 01 - 5 Operators[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=11pt]War had come to Dubrillion.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]First[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] contact had been made, the opening salvo of the invasion had commenced, and Ari could only watch the battle unfold on a small holodisplay that rose up from her wrist and showed bits and pieces of the ongoing battle to the other members of her team. Viking, the first of many DOGs she would lead into battle, was armed and ready and settled in the small pod around Ari. Five men, their hardened faces impassively professional as silence enveloped their presence. For all of them this was not their first rodeo, some had fought with the First Order, The Sith, others still had joined the Rebellion as youths and earned their manhoods in hard fought[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] battles with pyrrhic victories. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Today would be no such day.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Today would be a victory that the Alliance could remember for the rest of their days, an emboldening of the masses that could lead to a mobilization against The Sith Empire. Ari was prepared to do her part, and so were the DOGs beside her. A face appeared [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]in[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] the display, the unmistakable grimace of the middle-aged man who was captaining their transport. His grey whiskers were curled, comical twists on the edges giving his face a soft humour while his pale blue eyes bore the brunt of a hundred thousand deaths, it sent a chill up Ari’s spine every time.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Valkyrie-Actual, we are approaching orbit now. Our escorts are engaging passively, and so far it’s all looking on the up and up. ETA to touchdown: two minutes,” With her free hand the Mandalorian held up a two finger salute, the Captain’s words having come through an earpiece and totally unnoticed to the crew she’d assembled. Would the sign be for Victory? She had a feeling it would.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Ack Captain, may the force be with you,” The comms channel closed and barring any [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]kark-ups it would be the last time the team would have contact outside of their tightly knit numbers at least until the infil[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] had been completed. The mission looked tough on paper and the team knew that meant it was going to be twice as hard in action. Some of the men thought of their loved ones, lost souls at the hands of the tyrannical Empires that ruled the Galaxy with an iron fist, and others thought of the future, of the Rebel Alliance’s flag hoisted high above the Capital of Dubrillion to the sounds of a million cheers.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Ari thought of Thor, her adoptive father and lifelong mentor, his words living on in her protocol droid Rawlin’s circuitry and intelligence. He’d shared words of wisdom she hadn’t heard in years, words that her father had once shared to her on the eve of her first official combat, the pair fully-armoured in their Mandalorian best, foreheads touching one another in the fading red light of the transport.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Walk quickly and tread lightly, for only death lingers here,” The words drew pictures in her mind, near photographic in their depictions of her friends, of her family, their bodies broken and bent in the cruel constriction of pain and suffering. Blood coated arms and armour laying askew all around them and the savagery inflicted upon them a difficult undertaking to describe. Yet through all of their agony the final moments lay crystal clear upon their faces, a certain kind of acceptance and an almost beautiful grace in their eye as they came to the final realization:[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]There was no more need to hold on.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]shutter[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] tore through the compartment knocking Ari from her reverie, it’s violence seeming to engage a pale red light that harkened back to a time she’d only just left…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Around [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]her the team were running through final preparations. Helmets were fastened, oxygen canisters were checked, double checked and their hoses were buddy checked by each other soldier’s careful eyes. Ari performed the same checks then checked her weapons, running through the literal armory she was packing for the mission. Across her chest lay the Jackal ACR, cinched tightly to prevent it from moving, she’d even gone so far as to clip it to her belt kit as an added safety measure. On her back just shy of her jetpack’s thrusters was the Vornskyr scattergun, it’s shortened profile allowing greater mobility and range of use, an almost unnoticeable alternative to her main blaster rifle. There was of course her heavy blaster on her hip, her knife on her calf, and the wrist mounted[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] bolter as well, all of which she checked one by one and gave them the all clear.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Outside, the transport ship[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] was tearing through orbit, it’s heavily armoured hull almost unremarkable save for its size, and as the ship punched through a thin layer of cloud the surface came into view: A sweeping blue landscape with the outline of a landmass on the distant horizon. Other freighters came through the cover as well, their fighter and [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]light ship[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] escorts either leading them or trailing them, and the tightly knit armada of ships tore across the skyline towards the distant speck.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]At a pre-arranged distance the freighters speed cut-down drastically as they dove down to skim the ocean and their doors began to open. From these hatches came more fighters, atmospheric ones that tore out across the sky and took the vanguard for the flight, while the transport Ari was embarked upon loosed the first of many submarines at speed into the ocean. They dropped the short distance like airborne torpedos, slicing beneath the choppy waves with a grace that Ari had never, and would never see. Six hit the deck before Ari’s came up to bat, it’s massive size a bit too much for the same [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]maneuver which caused the transport ship to slow to a near halt as the rest of the armada[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] continued. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The red light that filled Ari’s vision turned green a moment later and there was a nanosecond of feeling suspended in [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]air[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] before the Mando and her troops were forced downwards with a violent jerk into their seats. Had they not been buckled in the possibility of casualties was high, but the team had gone over such trivialities in the briefing and judging by the soft hum of the engine compartment, so too had the submarine’s crew.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Alright boys, shouldn’t be much longer now. Game faces, this could get a little dicey,”[/SIZE]

 

[Tabigarashu Madara]

Location: Dubrillion, Saaraishash HQ
Allies: TSE [member="Leliana"] [member="Ardeth Zun"] [member="khaji ri'had"] [member="Vestille Thumahra"] [member="Djorn Bline"]
Enemies: Rebels

The agents assigned to Dubrillion were gathered in a room for debriefing. A few anomalies on Dubrillion, indicating possible terrorist activity- after the attack on the Shusugaunt Kolto facility, the Empire had kept a closer eye on the other Kolto and Bacta production points across the empire. When a report pinged the Saaraishash's radar, several agents had been dispatched, under the watchful eye of a particular Nezumi.

Hirou stood on the table, paws together and looking up at the group.

Spoiler

"You all have your assignments," they squeaked, bouncing up and down on their toes slightly. Few people in the organization knew just how close to the top Tabigarashu Madara, known better as 'Hirou', actually was. All they knew was that the creature small enough to use their shoe as a bed was most certainly their boss.

"So I am going to need-"

An amber light flashed in the corner of the room and Hirou looked up, ears going back and fur rippling. Without hesitation they bounded across the table everyone was sitting around, pushing down on the comm button with both front paws.

"Report!" The little voice snapped a bit harder than was typical.

"High Inquisitor Tabigarashu. A fleet has appeared in system, launching hundreds of drop ships. Alerts are going out as we speak."

Hirou looked up at those gathered, sucking on their teeth for a moment before nodding.

"Where are the drop ships headed, the capital?"

"No Inquisitor. From their current trajectory the majority seem to be heading toward the Kolto facility and the Refinery."

A move to deny the Empire resources then. Fully half of the Empire's Kolto came from Dubrillon after all. That combined with the output from the bacta factories were a huge part of what made the Imperial system self sustaining. Taking out the facility here wouldn't cripple the Empire, but it would slow it down certainly. And the stress would be felt from the very bottom of the system up, which added a whole new calculus of trouble.

Switching off the comm with their foot, Hirou looked around, considering.

"Change of plans," came the small, mulling voice. "We must support the Legion's efforts on the ground.... such as it is. I would like some of you to travel to the Kolto facility and some to the refinery. I will arrange access to full data from system sensors and access to all parts of both facilities."

 

[Vaylin]

Location: Black Iron Fleet - Enroute to Dubrillion
Objective: Eliminate the Rebels
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | TSE
Enemies: Soon.
Equipment: Sith Lightsaber x2 | Shoto Lightsaber x1 | Armour | Oculus | Firestarter |

Vaylin walked with the group that had formed within the halls of the Imperial Palace. A celebration had been in order after their successes against the Galactic Alliance and remnant forces that had lingered in the former Silver Jedi's worlds. The Zabrak had primarily been in the background, whether fighting on the ground or commanding ships from high above. It had become surprisingly easy how quickly she had gotten use to the latter over the passing months.

"Someone who has neither the resources or the gall to strike Bastion." She chimed in after Taeli and Fiolette had both said their piece. "They're likely looking to send a message by striking Dubrillion."

The Zabrak spoke calmly, much more than she ever had before. No longer was there that eagerness to jump into battle; not to say it was completely absent. But the Zabrak had clearly matured from her more aggressive roots.

Her time as a Commander had clearly played a big part in that change.

Vaylin watched as the two women bid their farewells, before the Rear Admiral moved further on to attend to her own duties. It was at that point that the Zabrak's commlink let out a small beep. She fell behind slightly, slowing down so she was just a bit behind the group. Swiftly, Vaylin clipped the comm from her belt and brought the device up to her lips.

"Report." She glanced over to the others around, muffled chatter reaching the ears of those not close enough. "Excellent, see to it that all ships are ready to leave as soon as possible." After that, the Zabrak picked up her pace again until she in a respective enough position to address the Sith Emperor.

"The Vermillion Authority is prepping to leave Mygeeto as we speak." Recently the fleet had been bolstered with the addition of more ships. It now contained a total of eighteen Star Destroyers. Until such a time she could connect with her ships, Vaylin would remain with the Emperor's group as they boarded a shuttle and eventually onto the Behemoth itself.

It was time to crush some rebels.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Ari Vox"]

Phrik armour, lightsabre (both in sig), rebreather, boltgun, sonic carbine, sidearm.


"The Rebel Alliance. Or one of them at any rate. How many have we had in the past decade?"

"Four, five?" Elpsis wondered aloud, making a show out of counting with her fingers. "Weren't you in one once, Mother? When you had less grey hairs."

"I feel like a certain someone in this room would like to have her allowance cut," Siobhan retorted sharply. "And the Alliance I backed was not led by the son of a murderous Sith Lord who devastated Atrisia with Force Storms."

"Don't judge the child for the sins of the father. You do know that my father was a murderous Sith Lord who did horrible things to my mother?" Elpsis asked rhetorically.

"I have not forgotten. I recall ripping his spine out for what he did to Coryth." Man, that was fun to write. Sio, you should get back in combat shape and hit things again.

"And I beat the crap out of him in hell. Look, I haven't been bamboozled by fancy rhetoric. Rebellions come and go, some get stuff done, most just make noise and vanish. But I'm gettin' paid and fighting Sithies is what I do. 'sides, Ari's going there and she's my friend."

"One mission together and you're attached. That tendency of yours is going to get you in trouble one day." Siobhan was using her 'I know best and you're silly' voice.

"Helped save your life because I got attached to you. Despite your best efforts."

Elpsis could not see the glare, but she was certain she felt it. "By all means go, if it's that important to you to help the latest band of irregulars fight this pale imitation of the One Sith. But don't sacrifice yourself for someone else's cause. And if any of the Jedi randomly decide to turn traitor, as their kind is fond of doing, and stab you in the back, remind them that..."

"Kerrigans pay their debts," Elpsis finished for her.

"We do, and the family will endure when all these petty empires, alliances and so on have collapsed into dust. That is what matters. The family. Its legacy. Its survival. Not your honour, not your glory, not crusading for the freedom of far away people of whom we know nothing."


That had been several hours ago, far away from Dubrillon. Now Elpsis was aboard the transport alongside her new buddy pale Ari Vox. As usual the empath wore her rather archaic looking, but very tough, sealed Phrik armour. For the purpose of this mission, all emblems and other means of identification had been removed.


Speaking of the vessel, Elpsis could not help feel a little uncomfortable in it. On the bright side, it was better than crawling through sewers. Regardless, she could not wait to get out and get into a fight. For a moment, her thoughts drifted back to the conversation with her adoptive mother. Siobhan had, by her standards, been nice. Well, she was still kind of a jerk in Elpsis' opinion, but it had been actual conversation, as opposed to the scolding she was used to. Almost like she was treating Elpsis like a daughter. A bit.


However, there was not much time to ponder this matter further as they slowly approached their target. "May the Heavenly Mother be with us and guide us through the darkness," she said quietly. "You know, Ari, when I heard something about going for a swim, I had something a little differently in mind," she said cornily. Elpsis had never been the model of military discipline. On the plus side, her generally cheerful demeanour meant she was rather difficult to scare or unnerve. "You ready for some action?"

 

[Alyson Halle]

Location: --CLASSIFIED STAR SYSTEM--
Objective: Awaken an old giant
Allies: Rebel Bois
Enemies: Sith Bois

Far away from the chaos of war sat an old giant, a beast of legend. Once the pride of a nation, now a monument to it's collapse. It was time for the old giant to awaken once again. Its might was required.

The shuttle dropped out of hyperspace around the massive belt of debris in which this beast slumbered, a graveyard of heroes, long lost to time. The shuttle traversed this belt, weaving through the floating girders and old hulks, towards the prize. Upon its arrival it latched onto the old docking clamps, attaching close to the destination. It had but two passengers, a pilot, and an empress. Far apart in status but not in goal.

The empress inside put on the gear which would allow her to survive the cold unforgiving void, the pilot decided to try and engage in a bit of small talk.

"What are we even doing here my empress? This might as well be the middle of nowhere." He said

"An old friend called in a favor and I was not in any position to deny him. Keep the ship running while im out will you, it shouldn't be more than an hour or two." She said.

As she finished she slipped on the helmet, and with a hiss she knew the helmet was secured and working. Now she had to complete the true task. Making her way through the docking ring gravity failed, and she began to float as if she weighed nothing. She began to move through the long, empty halls of the beast with fluidity that most could not even hope to achieve. The force coupled with great physical fitness allowed her to move through these environments with ease and grace. She needed to make her way for the brain of the old giant. There she could talk to its keeper. Soon enough she thought to herself.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Attack Dubrillion Garrison | Halt Imperial Forces
​Method: Contain and Destroy | First Strike
Location: Dubrillion

​Allies: Strike Team One | [member="Cenric Marus"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Romi Jade"]
​Enemies: [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Kor Vexen"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Cam Fyrden"]

​It hadn't been not many years ago that, a younger and more feverishly naïve Tathra had been a mercenary in the employ of the Sith Empire, he recalled skirmishes, the conquering of a few planets. Things that were strangely more commonplace than one would typically imagine.

​How oh so much had changed since then. Now, he was instead in the employment of the exact opposite; a man whom had fought for his respect and earned it. That was the difference here, those that stood here and now, those who dared to face the pompous might of an Empire. They had earned every inch of ground held through blood and sacrifice.

​The ships he stood on, he fought for an earned on Caradim and Edemar. These troops, his Brutes. Bryn'adûl crusaders of worthy stock. He had earned a new scar for every few hundred he had. The scar across his chest that he had been gifted by the Super Star Destroyer during the battle of Coruscant stung still, but it was just another sign that he had finally earned his stay.

​Golden eyes shifted, observing the cold iron shell he found himself in. He had a total of twenty Agramar class ships in his Command, black pyramids; filtering through the atmosphere of Dubrillion, slowly edging towards the planet. These flying fortresses carried both Rebel and Bryn'adûl forces. Whilst the Rebels filled into drop-ships, his Brutes moved into their drop-pods; ready to come crashing down onto the planet surface below as a preliminary strike.

​The objective was to surround the Garrison and impede any attempt to assist the Imperial forces at the Facilities. The Bryn'adûl would be the backbone of the Rebels today, and hold off the rain.

​Not all the ships would survive entry into atmosphere, however their heavy defences allowed for the safe passage of the majority of their forces. Tathra was in the Hangar bay of the centre ship, observing as his Brutes filled into their pods in a disgruntled manner. The Sith ships already outnumbered both the Bryn'adûl forces and Rebels, their ships filled the extent of every radar, lighting up the atmosphere of Dubrillion with brilliants rays of greens and blues.

​The Cathedral class ships had placed themselves between the Rebels Mepherium ships and the incoming Imperials, taking the brunt of their forces as [member="Darth Carnifex"]'s many ships open fired on his landing party. The Megalaser cannons of his ship cracked open the Agramar ship Tathra was on like an egg, destroying the forward half of the ship was it knocked into the second closest ship, and began a slow and tremendous descent towards the planet surface.

​Luckily, the drop-pods had already launched; however Tathra had been left on-board the now spiralling half of the ship. The vacuum of space pulled at him, the fire in his skin slithering along just barely as the nano-tech of his helmet activated; forming around his face as Tathra could now see the devastation clearly.

​There was a few scraps remaining, floating bodies and debris from the destroyed drop-ships. Just ahead, Tathra could see his Hel Shard pods flying down towards the Garrison on the planet surface. Tathra activated the magnetic shielding of his armour.

​Tathra leapt from the crashing shards of the Agramar ship; free-falling and passing through debris, making good use of the neural interface to push his reflexes beyond what was normally capable. The magnetic shielding of the armour allowed him to pass through the smaller debris with relative ease, only having to avoid larger pieces of debris.

​Blaster fire came in his direction from every angle, massive boulders of plasma and heat passing through and by, small and ships by the large exploding in the sky above and filling his bones with a nervous heat as a mass of heat began to form on the edge of his vision as the gargantuan Mutant became to breach the lower atmosphere.

Tathra was not one for theatrics, but he enjoyed making an entrance.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: En route to Dubrillion with the Black Iron Fleet
Objective: Let the rebels meet their end
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: We will see
Equipment: Armor | Lightsabers

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"Hey, Miala. Rebels have attacked Dubrillion, so I can't go home. I am headed there right now, I'll explain what happened when I get back. You don't have to worry, nothing bad will happen. Promise. I love you and miss you."

With a press on the holo device Kaalia stopped recording and sent it, with [member="Ishana Pavanos"] as the recipient. The news of the attack had come out of nowhere and left her with little time to inform her wife of the fact she would be away from home for a little while longer, but leaving her in the dark about it and leaving her worried something had happened was the last thing she would do. And so, with what little time the woman had, she made sure Ishana wouldn't have to fear the worst had come to pass when she didn't get back at the time she had promised.

The moment the message was sent, there was a shift in demeanor. Kaalia fell away from the forefront of her concious mind and Darth Avacyn took her place, almost like a transformation of her mental state. She was still the same woman, very much so, but the simple truth was that her life as a Sith required her to act differently from outside of it. After a deep breath Avacyn went to rejoin those who had gathered on the Behemoth, prepared for the battle ahead.

After making her approach to Darth Carnifex and Vaylin, among other who had joined them Avacyn wasted no time with formalities, for it was not the time for such things. "Valkyrie forces have been dispatched and should be touching down on Dubrillion very soon. They have been instructed that none are worthy- no rebel shall be spared." They had sealed their fate by striking out against the Empire. "They will regret this day."

 

[Jantar Keltainen]

Objective: Stop the rebels taking the Refinery Complex
Location: En route to Dubrillion
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Rebels in general, more specifically [member="Cenric Marus"] and most importantly humidity

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eF551z9KlA8

Jantar contemplated the planet below. Her first challenge was to find out the weather. Not because of fighting conditions, or even to better decide what clothing would be most appropriate — but to see if the humidity would play havoc with her hair.

Heat and moisture would do that. And people said the Sith were evil? Nature had them beat every time!

She was dressed in her usual black robes and cloak, her hair a shade of strawberry blonde - she’d grown tired of her natural red hair for the present. Her boots and belt were both died black Firaxan shark skin and from the latter swung the hilt of her saber.

It was longer than a usual saber — but shorter than a regular staff. The twin blades too were not as long as normal blades — it was a design specific for her fighting style.

Jantar was used to doing missions for the Sith…or her master…or both. But typically she was a loner — this time she was elbow to elbow with other Acolytes and troopers were sharing the shuttle too. Not that she minded she she shared with — she had a healthy disdain for all of them. She was here under suffrage, and as soon as they landed and deployed, she would slip away and fight her own battle — thank you very much.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Dubrillion, Saaraishash HQ
Allies: TSE [member="Leliana"] [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] [member="Khaji Ri'Had"] [member="Vestille Thumahra"] [member="Djorn Bline"]
Enemies: Rebels

Most individuals might have expected Ardeth Zun to be bristling at being debriefed by a smol mouse.

After all, he was rather impersonal and frustrated to deal with at an usual basis, but someone as small as that? Clearly the Muun would have a problem with that. It was surprising then that Ardeth was anything but. Instead he was polite, patient and added details as they became relevant. The reasoning for this was rather obvious to Ardeth, if not for anyone else.

He had never considered everyone beneath him.

Just humans.

Dirty, smelly apes with weird noses and- "It seems that we were correct to scrutinize Dubrillion after all." Ardeth finally said in the wake of Hirou's announcement, then he slowly rose from his seat. "Is there any obvious movement where the weight of the rabble is heading?"

That would allow them to head to the most crucial place. The last thing that the Muun wanted was for all of them to be stuck in one location, while the other was being overrun by these rebels. That would be... less than optimal in his books and if it was possible to avoid such a thing? That would be good... and it would once more show that they weren't as incompetent as some of these humans.

Ardeth smirked a little bit at that- the expression causing the ruins of his face to contort even more.