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The First Strike of Eternity

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Einon

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It had been a few months since the attack by the First Order on Zakuul City. Their strikes were calculated, the fruits of gathered intelligence as well as the knowledge retained from when the planet was held by the former super power. Some of the citizenry were still loyal to the First Order, while others sought to keep their newfound independence and sovereignty over their own world. The Scions, with the help of the late Baron Morcus, had secured new leadership of the planet, and with that it was their hope that their new Empire would grow once more and retain a firm foothold in the western sector of the Galaxy.



During those past months, Jareth had the intelligence officers and slicers scour through communications going in and out of former First Order worlds. There was a lot to sift through, however patterns began to emerge. Numerous broadcasts originating from Pa'Desh were intercepted and researched. It seemed that the planet was a hub for new activity and perhaps the very base of First Order operations.There was only one way to determine that however.



An old bodyguard of Empress Kay by the name of Einon was sent out to Pa'Desh and answer the call of the broadcast, seeking refuge in amongst the Sprawl. Once loyal to Commenor, Einon's mind had been altered after some 'persuasion' by Jareth, using tactics similar to that that The Amalgam would use. Within the Sprawl, Einon was able to gather some intelligence on the outer structure of the Old Forte. If it were to be breached, they'd be in unknown territory, only being able to hazard a guess as to the defenses and personnel inside.



~Better to strike now while you can, before they gain too much strength~ Einon's holographic image was displayed on Jareth's desk. ~I've cased the perimeter as much as I could without drawing too much attention. You should get the details of my findings shortly. I'll see what I can do about the shield generators once it's dark.~



"Good work. Jareth out." He quit the transmission and then opened a channel to Sentus Olan, transmitting the information and drawings that Einon had gathered. "Time to strike while the iron is hot. Pa'Desh is our target. Do whatever is necessary to disrupt them. The Empress requests that civilian casualties be at a minimum. She understands that they cannot be avoided, however. I've sent word to some of our allies for assistance and some have responded and are on their way. Good luck."



Now it was time to test the military strength of the Eternal Empire of Zakuul. New equipment and vehicles had yet been used. This was the perfect opportunity, and one that also showed to the First Order that Zakuul would not take the attacks on their sovereignty laying down.



Edited by Jareth, 22 July 2019 - 12:19 AM.

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Vonnegut Pyre

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A frustrated sigh escaped the LCdr's lips as he gently pressed the tips of his fingers against his temples. For several hours he'd been poring over the maintenance reports and logs of the FIV Falcata. Dry dock had been the only suitable way to repair all the stress fractures and combat damage the corvette had accumulated over the last few weeks. Like a fish out of water, he felt. After years aboard the star vessel with limited trips to the surface of any world, it felt strange. Wildly ranging temperatures, air that tasted like dirt and moss, and a distinct severity to the light of the sun or suns. Even the officer's skin protested against the golden rays of planetfall. LCdr Pyre made a mental note to spend a little more time under the UV lighting.

 

The subtle chirp of his commlink sparked up, distracting him from his momentary loathing of the task ahead. Personnel changes, leave requests, maintenance approvals and modification requests.. During missions it was an adrenaline rush like none other to be the commander of a hunter-killer corvette but inbetween? Nothing could be more loathsome. Reaching down to the commlink secured at his belt, Vonnegut eyeballed the short text message. It read:

 

FIV Faclata, New XO assigned. Personnel Dossier attached.

 

Having been recently promoted to Lieutenant Commander, it was only natural that command would assign him a new XO. He'd have to give the dossier a once over, he found it helpful to know the members of the crew. Replacing the commlink, he shifted over to the small data terminal at the edge of his desk, intent on accessing the attached file.

 

Jareth | Robogeber


Edited by Vonnegut Pyre, 22 July 2019 - 12:21 PM.


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THE OLD FORT, THE IMPERATOR BUNKER

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The Grand Admiral glanced back and forth over the display. A concerned gaze watching over the holographic display, as it reviewed the comms and positioning of the vessels. Broadly this map painted a rough picture of Retribution Corps distribution and naval vessel positioning through First Order dominions, current and former. But now? Now this was something a little more pertinent. Sensor beacon ST-321 had picked up a large movement of vessels through hyperspace, two jump points away. Purgills, perhaps? But there had been too many contacts. No. This was potentially Ssi-Ruuk Imperium, GADF, who knew. 

 

Exactly why Pa'Desh's orbital defences had been guttered. Pre-emptive attack. Better to assault an unanticipated enemy than it was to allow them to strike directly at the First Order. Still, such an attack, so close, and to drag away the fleet offered its own issues. What if this was but a distraction? What if this drew further attentions to themselves? The droids circuitry was filled with sick worry as he calculated these scenarios. All of which had horrific potential to be exacerbated. But he could not allow this to show. Fear, worry, panic. All were symptoms of weakness and cowardice which could not be displayed by their leader. 

Still. It festered within him. So much rode on the Old Fort, on Pa'Desh in general. It was the First Order's last real hope at a resurgence, and retaining its honour. But now, now was time for waiting. 


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Sentus gripped his cloak tighter around him as he breathed out a gust of cold mist. Everyone on board the bridge of the Victory Class Cruiser the Blade of Nakkath were similarly cold and shivering, though it was for good reason. The Eternal Empire of Zakuul strike force of warships had jumped out of hyperspace a short distance away from Pa'Desh a month ago in small groups. They did not come out of hyperspace at the normal points at the edge f the star system, but instead in deep space on the z axis above the system itself. Every ship had been powered down to almost nothing to reduce the amount of power and heat the vessels gave off. Once every ship had been mustered, Sentus ordered them to begin to drift down into the Pa'Desh system. 

 

When he finally received word from @Janeth that everything was ready to begin, Sentus tossed the cloak off of his shoulders. Sentus knew that the attack would be coming no matter what, it was just a matter of when. No matter what, Sentus was committed at this point. "Bring all systems online and begin deployment of our screening force. Deploy the fleet in Formation Arula and prepare for potential enemy contacts. Send word to all transport vessels to begin readying their troops for immediate combat assault on the planet." Sentus's words rang out across the bridge as the lights came back on, smiles on everyone's faces as they moved to carry out the Grand Admirals orders. They were all tired of being cold, and were ready for action. 

 

As the rest of the strike force slowly came back to life, their signals would begin to start looking more like vessels and less like debris as they drew closer to the system. They were still several hours away from being in sight of Pa'Desh itself, but Sentus doubted they could wait any longer either way. They had to engage. 

 

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Einon drew up a deathstick and lit it. The Sprawl wasn't a pretty place, as most refugee camps could be described. And so his gruff appearance fit right in. Not only did people avoid him, but he was able to wander through it with ease. Albeit certain sectors were guarded by an array of Imperial officers. He kept an eye on their movements, their shift changes and even when they went out for drinks. The nearest shield generator was his target.

As he had told Jareth, Einon was heading there in the dark. It was nearly that time now. Heading into the tavern, he came across a few of the officers that were already inside, having finished their shift.

"Hey boys, you're not on duty, are yeah? I've caught a thief at home and his story is fishy. He might even be a spy or something. I found this on him too." Einon brought out what appeared to be a lightsaber. "Care to check him out?"

The lightsaber was the real clincher. It got the officers to their feet to follow him.

-An hour later-

Einon finished shaving, leaving his skin smooth like butter. The officers lay dead in his shack, tucked away in the attic space. One was without his uniform however, given that Einon had taken it. He straightened out the buttons, making sure all the lines were straight and clean. Slipping the blaster pistol into it's holster, he headed over towards the shield generator. It was almost time for the shift change. Fortunately he wasn't without the code cylinder required for entry.

It was showtime.

Robogeber Vonnegut Pyre Sentus Olan HK-51 Delilah Graham Kyrel Ren Immortal Cyan AX-0021 Cardinam Argos Xalen Rexus Wenck Fiore de Noir BE-183

Edited by Einon, 24 July 2019 - 06:38 PM.

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THE OLD FORT, THE IMPERATOR BUNKER

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"Grand Admiral," The voice resonated around the dimly lit chamber. Rausgeber traced the location of the voice down to an ensign operating a console. "We have something." A look of worry came across his face as he crossed the command room to the console. The chatter of the other officers and command staff there now stopped. A stark silence came across all their features. Rausgeber's optical sensor cast a gaze unto the console. Sensor unit DC-45 had captured something on scopes. Vessels, approaching slowly toward Pa'Desh. Just what he'd been worried about. 

The Grand Admiral leaned back, a firm expression across his features. "Put the base on full alert. We have a code blue. This is Scenario Rapture." The Grand Admiral snapped. "I want all troops up and ready. Shields up and all forces ready." He turned around, and pointed at a technician, "Get a map of the base up here, I want a constant report of the situation." he growled. The crew within the Data Analysis Centre went to work, and began to reconfigure the centre. This was no longer interpreting data. This was war. "The Sprawl needs to be evacuated, now." Rausgeber barked, as the holographic display of the Fortress came into view. A few minutes of intense action followed as the soldiers began to "How are we major?" The Grand Admiral snarled at one of nearby FOSB handlers working a commlink.

 

"Shields are going up in a matter of minutes, the generators still need to warm up." The major reported, he was pale. "Data from upstairs has started archival process, we're porting to the encryption farms in sections four and five." The Grand Admiral nodded, this was good. Very good. But still concerning. Rausgeber crossed the floor to the comms terminal. Already, throughout the base a message was broadcast. A basic alert for civilians, for an orderly evacuation. But a more visceral and violent one for the soldiers, ordering all to move to their defensive posts. Those without official postions were commanded to arm themselves and prepare to reinforce any breaches. 

 

"Lieutenant," The Grand Admiral drawled, "I need a line to the Badishah," Rausgeber glowered, "He'll need to know what is happening.


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Equipment: FO-02 Stormtrooper Armour w/ MandalArms FZ.13 CryoBan Projector, F-11E Blaster Rifle w/ Diagonal Foregrip, SE-44F Blaster Pistol, Blackwing Electro-Sword, 2 CryoBan Grenades

Location: Locker Room → Shield Generator, The Old Fort - Pa’Desh

Allies: Vonnegut Pyre Robogeber, FO

Enemies: Einon Sentus Olan, EEoZ

 

Guard duty was among the most dreary assignments in the First Imperial military. Whenever she was with the Crimson Hand, such repetitive tasks were delegated to the mindless legions of droids at their disposal. After all, they were perfect for such duties, whereas stormtroopers sometimes fell asleep on their feet, take long smoke breaks, and succumb to petty distractions. That was not to say they were incompetent. In fact, most stormtroopers did not engage in such undisciplined behavior, but whenever someone did, everyone talked about it like it was as interesting as the weather.

 

As she sealed her skintight bodysuit and began to attach the white duraplast plates, AX-0021 sighed. What she truly craved was the addictive thrill of combat and violence. Her psychological profile had been rigorously engineered by her creators so that she could experience that temporal rush to maximum effect. It was no wonder that seemingly so many of her peers took hallucinogenic drugs, especially during long periods of down time, Fortunately, Kyrel had warned her of the danger of engaging in such careless activities before she could be tempted down that path. She trusted his word like she trusted her own thoughts. So instead, whenever she was bored, AX-0021 typically went to her quarters to read a holonovel or went to the gym to lift weights. She needed to get stronger so that her armor was easier to wear, anyways.

 

After five minutes in relative silence and isolation, AX-0021 finished the donning her armor. Immediately after she was done, she attached her weapons to the magnetic strips on the plates and proceeded to head towards the shield generator…

 

It was then that the alert blared within her ears. Kicking into a jog, AX-0021 returned to the armory to pick up a pair of grenades before doubling back to the shield generator.

 

When she arrived, AX-0021 saw that she was the only stormtrooper there.

 

Edited by AX-0021, 24 July 2019 - 07:11 PM.


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Name: Arrik Straden, AU-1130

Equipment: FO-02 Stormtrooper Armor, F-11E Blaster Rifle, SE-44F Blaster Pistol, 'Rupture' Knuckle-Plate Vibroblade, Baradium-core Thermal Detonator

Location: Gym --> Wall Defenses, Old Fort; Pa'Desh

Allies: AX-0021 | Robogeber | Vonnegut Pyre | First Order

Enemies: Einon | Sentus Olan | @Jareth | Eternal Empire of Zakuul

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Arrik Straden, Stormtrooper AU-1130, had been in the gym, practicing combat drills with his squad, first in tanks and cargo pants then in full gear. After all, learning to fight is useless if you can't fight in armor. So, when the alert came through , they were all but ready. Straden and his squad stopped by the armory to grab their guns, triple checking the sights and their ammo counts, and finally grabbing grenades before heading out.

 

"Alright ladies, time to prove yourselves! To the walls, double time!" Straden and his squad broke out in a run somewhere between a jog and a sprint to man their positions on the walls of the Old Fort. Straden himself braced himself against the wall, while one of his squaddies set up his repeating blaster on it. His squad's sniper, meanwhile, scanned the horizon and the skies for incoming hostiles.


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OLD FORT, IMPERATOR BUNKER 

Medical Clinic De3: Designate Death Trooper Clinic 

Allies: Twigg AU-1130AX-0021Vonnegut Pyre

Enemies: EinonSentus Olan | @Jareth 

Rexus'Gear: DARKSABRE MK IX Armour | Blackwing Sword | 6-E Pistol | 12 Thermal Detonators | 3 VX Grenades | G12A Rifle | Lightsaber 

M1-NR Autoinjector

Twigg's Gear: DARKSABRE MK IX Armour | Blackwing Sword | 6-E Pistol | 12 Thermal Detonators | 6 VX Grenades | DH52 Cannon 

M1-NR Autoinjector 

Objective: Arm up and kick arse.

 

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The two hulking figures marched into the clinic one after the other. They were ravenous. Rexus was hungry. His skin crawled with the feeling of a thousand needles pricking his skin. His throat felt roar, and his muscles ached, pulsing against taut skin. He needed it. The refreshing sting of a needle in his veins to free him. Both men entered and sat down in silence. Doctor Petrov Soden eyed both with a steely gaze. "You're early." the doctor quietly mused, a wry smile pursing his wrinkled face, before he walked to a nearby basin and washed his hands. 

"You know us guv," Twigg offered with a guttral growl, and a grin. Saliva dripped from his fangs and unto his shirt. "Always like to chat over a cuppa." He drawled. The tone was joking, but there was an edge there. Soden offered a small chuckle of approval, and began to prime the doses. Rexus leaned back, and breathed out heavily. He could feel it clawing at him. The need for the soothing pang of a needle through the jugular. But Soden was old. Taking too long. All he had to do was fill the damned syringe. 

 

A fist slammed down on his cramped chairs armrest. His fist went right through. "Come off it Doc, just give us the jab!" Rexus viciously growled. Soden was undisturbed. The naval physician turned back and gave a disgusted look. Rexus met his gaze, with a hideous snarl of his own, baring his teeth like a wild animal. 

"You've just ensured that you'll be going last, Master Wenck." The Doctor drily mused, approaching Twigg with the syringe. It was a giant thing, needing to be carried by two hands. Twigg whooped at the top of his lungs, and bared his neck to the doctor. Soden jabbed it into his neck, and the autoinjector did the rest. The tension in Twigg's taut body eased. His expression eased, and he physically became more relaxed. A long sigh, came from Twigg's lips as he slowly slumped. 

"Alright," Rexus began, eyeing the display with envy. "Me now Doc, right?" He asked. Soden ignored him. "Come on Doc, you know me, I didn't mean all that stuff," he added, voice becoming faster and faster. Sweat beads now formed on his forehead. "Come on, you can't, do me in like this Doc, you can't-!"

The intercom speaker blasted on, with a hideous creak. "Attention, attention, all units. Code Blue conditions active. Scenario Rapture in progress." The trio paused. all three of them recalling the myriad of procedural code phrases. It took a moment, but then it hit. This was it. The nightmare was now in play.

"You have to leave." Doctor Soden snapped, looking at both of them. Twigg stood up instantly, and grabbed Rexus' hand. Rexus however sat still transfixed on the doctor. All emotion from his face drained, and a pale, sweaty composure coming over him. He was petrified in this moment. 

"No," He shook off Twigg's arm, "No, you have to give me the juice." His voice was shaky with desperation. "Doc, please, it's clawing at me,"Rexus gestured to his neck. The rash had formed, a sign of the need for another check up. "Doc, come on, you can't do this to me." He pleaded. 

"Come on boss, we gotta go," Twigg warned. He gave another firm tug, pulling Rexus off his chair. The Death Trooper was in disbelief. He stood tall, and seemed to puff his chest out. Twigg, knowing where this was going, instinctively got between him and the doctor, "Come on mate. We have to go." Rexus however stood still. 

 

"No, Twigg, no, you can't!" Rexus begged, getting on his tip toes, "Come on doc, half a dose, I just need a little bit!" Soden was too busy, packing a field kit of kolto and bacta. "Doctor, pl-!" Twigg put a finger to Rexus' lips. The soldier fell silent. His jaw clenched in horror, and a deathly stare now levelled at Twigg. "Come on Twigg, , you know what it's like, you know what it's-!" 

"Boss, we 'ave to get our arses into gear, else we're karked and there'll be nothing to jab into ya," Rexus relented, and turned toward the door. "Now, lets get us our chit and a SITREP." Both Death Troopers walked out, their pace breaking into a run. With their speed and agility, it took but two minutes to return to their quarters and armour up. Within three they were surface side. Awaiting confirmation of where the enemy was headed, and how to hit them. 



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Vonnegut Pyre

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Before the newly minted Lieutenant Commander could decompress the attached file, an alert tone played over the intercom. A confused expression began to spread across Vonnegut's features, his eyes flicking to the console in front of him. That couldn't be good. Quickly moving his fingers across the interface the man accessed the datastream, strings of communications and tactical data flowing over the screen. A single word stuck out more than the rest. :RAPTURE: Like some long ago hidden treasure whose memory was now trying to claw to the surface, what it meant fought to be recognized. When it was, it nearly sucked the breath out of LCDR Pyre's lungs. In an instant he'd powered down the console, then purposefully walked across the small office to a safe embedded in the wall. A quick input of numbers and characters saw it opened, his fingers grasping at something inside. Pulling free of the safe and resealing it, what the officer had recovered became visible - an A-180 blaster pistol. Tucking it into the belt at his waist, Von stepped out into the corridor.

 

As could be expected, the halls were awash with activity. Other uniformed staff flitted between the lumbering stormtroopers no doubt rushing to their posts. A few familiar faces rushed past but there was little time for pleasantries. With the Falcata grounded for repairs, Lieutenant Commander Pyre found himself in a strange situation - he wasn't sure where to go. Sure, he could sit it out on the ship, but that would be useless. The entire crew had been put on shore leave due to the severe nature of the repairs - there'd be no reason to crew the Falcata. Glancing down at the blaster, he sneered. He could afford to locate one of the many armories, if this really was as serious as it seemed, he'd need more than a plinker.

 

Rexus Wenck | Robogeber | AU-1130 | AX-0021 | Einon | Sentus Olan | Jareth


Edited by Vonnegut Pyre, 25 July 2019 - 09:38 AM.


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Activating: HK-51

 

HK's eyes lit up, and he raised his head. The meatbag standing in front of him took a step back. Though he couldn't go far, given the small room on the ship. HK had been on one of the ships that had been first to jump here through hyperspace, and thus, one of the ships that had been here waiting the longest. The crew on the ship had insisted on HK being powered down along with the rest of the systems on the ship, so he wouldn't use too much power during the wait, and in case the First Order had ships that scanned the area. But he thought it was more because the crew was afraid of him.

 

He took a step forward, letting his limbs come to life again. "Question: how long have I been deactivated, meatbag?" The human stuttered, clearly not expecting this question. But he was able to answer that it had been a month. With that, HK walked past him towards the bridge. He had been stored in a small room somewhere on the ship away from the troops, without him knowing at the time of his deactivation that he was to be stored there. Once on the bridge, he saw that they were preparign for attack. 

 

"Statement: Finally, there will be some killing"

 

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"AHHHHHGGGHHH---!"

The Amalgam looked at the reports on the First Order's major stronghold with one hand, while electrocuting her captive with Force Lightning with the other, sitting at a table, legs crossed. She was clad in her black combat suit, her body warped by her Shi'ido physiology to resemble a slightly taller woman with black hair and fair skin, facial features significantly altered but no less beautiful. It was different from the form she used as a member of the Sith. Slightly. She still had yet to cross the issue of the fact she had essentially betrayed the Sith Empire becoming the Eternal Empire's Chief of Intelligence. She had started out back in the galaxy never even considering acquiring a friend, obsessed only with her daughter, and her faith in the Bogan.

Had Kay Arenais changed her? It was said Zakuul's new empress had this...draw to her. The Amalgam had even felt it, but that alone would not have been enough to make her do something so drastic. She wanted to say it was the Bogan, or the Brain Demon guiding her, but the truth was that at the first possibility of an actual, genuine friendship, not something twisted like whatever she had had with her own master...she had jumped at it. There were many things she and the Sith agreed on. Many horrible cruel things that she did even now, out of Kay's sight. All to build up the Eternal Empire. But she was not a Sith. Not truly.

Gone were the days of solo corruption. Gone were the times she had sat alone in the heart of her ship, battling a quiet doubt. The doubt was still there, especially in regards to her daughters, but there was so much to distract her now that she hadn't really the time to confront it, only the time to bring order.

The Shi'ido stared at her victim, a First Order naval officer whose wife she had proceeded to gruesomely murder than mimic. She had been cut off so 'tragically' from her husband when the First Order had abandoned Zakuul. She had been laying low, and would have escaped, had the vile shapeshifter not caught wind with the spies she was putting throughout the capital world. Her husband had trusted the wrong smuggler. She still snickered occasionally at the horrified look his wife had when she had seen The Amalgam calmly waiting for her in the cabin. She had made sure the appearance she had taken was only for making someone go insane from fear.

The Naval Officer had been easy pickings. He wasn't connected directly to the Old Fort...he had not had time to reach it before the fallen dictatorship had sealed themselves in their own coffin.

But he had worked on the shield generators at that fort, and knew the types of electrical systems used.

She would give him credit...he had utterly tanked her every attempt to telepathically steal the knowledge out of his head. Enough to the point she had begun to question him openly as to whether his brain was made of beskar.

But however indestructible his mind was, his body wasn't. She felt his will to live and the desire to end the pain override his loyalty to The First Order.

"Does it wish to talk now?" She asked softly in the confines of her quarters aboard her ship. The photos of her daughter Uri were plastered to every surface of the wall, the green gaze that haunted the back of her skull staring at both her and her victim from every angle.

"Yes...please...let me join my wife...I'll tell you everything..."

Without looking at the captured, mutilated naval officer chained to the wall, the Amalgam turned on the audio recorder, and listened as he explained every possible weakness he could think of in the generators that would make them vulnerable to sabotage as well as the general electrical systems. It wasn't much...the First Order knew the stakes. Knew Pa'Desh would decide much about their future. Namely, whether or not they would have one.

This was also important to the Eternal Empire...vengeance for the attacks on Zakuul must be swift and brutal.

Inbetween purges of the intelligence agencies, she had been busy getting production for something she intended to be the Empire's poor bloody infantry.

The CIS used droids. They were quite powerful. Powerful enough to have survived both the Sith and the First Order. They had outlived the First Order. The Eternal Empire too used droids as well. She had made them a soldier. One based on multiple encounters with multiple types of war droids.

Though this would almost certainly backfire on her should she ever fall out of the Empire's graces, (An unlikely scenario, thanks to the...emotional investment from genuinely wanting a friend.) professionalism decreed she give them (and Kay) a droid she herself would not want to face.

The result had been something brutish and bulky, but armed with multiple weapons, and a brain that could give veteran soldiers a run for their money...occasionally. She had yet to approve them fully, so they would not be available, but she had plans all the same to do damage...

Once he had given her the information (Which she knew to be the truth due to carefully sensing him for deceit, though this was by no means fool proof), she sent the information via encryption to the ship that Jareth was on, signing the message as 'Headmistress', her chosen designate while communicating on official channels. She then murdered her captive by taking the form of his wife and hacking him to bits with a lightsaber before resuming her prior appearance, and arming herself with her saber and pistol, taking a few minutes at a work table to change out the lenses and circuits in her pistol to give it electrical effects, before adding a stock and scope to it and heading to the pilot seat to take her closer to Pa'Desh.

She had an especially nasty surprise in storefor the First Order. One that would avenge their cowardly attack at Zakuul...

Soon after she arrived, so too would the second part of her plan.

The Amalgam began focusing her strength as she approached Pa'Desh with her ship's stealth system on. She would need all the might the Bogan could offer to triumph.

Rexus Wenck

Vonnegut Pyre

AU-1130

AX-0021

Robogeber

Einon

Sentus Olan

Edited by The Amalgam, 29 July 2019 - 05:22 PM.

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Xristana sat there in the emptiness of her barracks room in silence. She contemplated the events of head and why they were happening. The attack on Zakuul was a sin unforgivable. It was an insult to not only her, but the Eternal Empire and the Eternal Empress herself. Xristana knew what she had to do. She knew that vengeance had to be taken. And to take it, she would need to rip the hearts out of every one of the dying First Order's troopers.

 

She was out for blood. One would not be able to tell by looking at her calm visage, but the anger was beginning to set in. She did not let it take a hold of her, though. It would have clouded her thoughts if she did.

 

A knock at her door caught her attention. The voice from the one behind it spoke up. "Exarch. We're nearing Pa'Desh. We are preparing for departure." the voice reported. Xristana said no words back. She rose to her feet, her armor plates scraping against one another as she moved. With her lightsaber staff in hand, Xristana left the room and made her way to the hangar bay of the Blade of Nakkath. From there, she would wait in silence, preparing for the assault. Information came to her by datapad she held. Schematics, blueprints, the wroks. All on the location she would be attacking. It was beyond well fortified. There would have to be a siege. Good. The longer they would make the Eternal Empire wait, the more brutal the punishment would be.

 

 

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Einon

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    Nothing to see here. Move along.

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Einon made his way over to the shield generator, doing his best to play the part of an officer well. Everyone seemed bored, which was the usual for a night shift. The odds of anything happening were very small. And that was what he was counting on. It's what they all were.

He handed over his code cylinder for verification before being allowed through. It was all going well. That is until the alarms sounded. Everyone looked up on instinct, hands to their rifles and pistols. "I guess that it's safe to say this isn't a drill?"

"None were scheduled for tonight!" He pushed the lever to activate the shield generator. The humming and whirring of it's power supply came to life. But it wasn't up to charge yet. "Once these shields are up, we'll be fine for a while! Make sure no one gets through those doors!"

Einon unholstered his pistol, moving over to the officer at the control panel. "You sure you can't get this to work faster?"

"Just give it a few minutes! She'll work!" The other two officers kept their eyes on the door, pistols out.

A few minutes was more than Einon needed. He quickly fired upon the two officers at the door, hitting them both in the back of their heads. In one fluid motion he turned the pistol on the officer next to him and shot him in the chest and point blank range. There was no remorse in his eyes. This is what he was trained for. He then picked up one of the chairs and swung it down hard on the lever that charged the generator. The lever didn't break, but it was bent out of shape. Dropping the chair, Einon then opened fire on the control panel. Sparks flew and a small fire ignited as it short circuited. Already the whirring was dying down.

Coughing from the smoke, Einon opened the door and made his way out. One generator down. There was more to deal with. People were running to their posts and to hiding. He took advantage of the chaos and went off to his next target.

Robogeber The Amalgam Sentus Olan Xristana AX-0021 AU-1130 Vonnegut Pyre Rexus Wenck HK-51

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HK-42

HK-42

    Grievous II

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HK-42 "Grievous II"
Current Location: Pa'Desh System
Planetary Destination: The Old Fort
Goal: Defend the Old Fort from Eternal Empire Intruders.

Known Allies on the Ground: Vonnegut Pyre Rexus Wenck AU-1130 AX-0021 Robogeber
Planned Ground Forces of Deployment by Increments of One Hundred Units: Bell Tome Heavy Walker Droid, B2-J Jump Droid, B3 Heavy Battle Droid, BX-SF Suppressive Fire Commando Droid, B1-SFO Suppressive Fire Battle Droid Officer Variant, B1-SF Suppresive Fire Battle Droid, B2-HAA Heavy Anti Air Battle Droid, B2-EAA Elite Anti Air Battle Droid, BX2 Super Commando Droid, and BC2 Elite Centurion Droid.

Planned Fighter Forces for Defensive Deployment by Increments of 4 Squadrons/ 96 Units: Advanced Mark I Fighter, Mark I Leopard Class Light Bomber, Mark II Tiger Class Medium Bomber, Mark III Lion Class Heavy Bomber, and Twin Hawk Fighter

Grievous II had been building up his forces for some time since he began working with Kyrel Ren to build a droid army for the First Order's use, and although he had used these droids in a small skirmish against the Mandalorian Empire for Field Testing, they never really got to see true combat. Today was going to change all of that, as an All Call for reinforcements at the First Orders main base of operations, The Old Fort, was under attack by the Eternal Empire. He arrived as soon as he could with his Command Ship, the Battle Cruiser Qymaen jal Sheelal, already having a minor invasion force prepared. About One Thousand would be brought down in a single Hellspawn Transport Frigate, and be deployed as needed in defensive positions at the Fort.

"Captain, Are the Droids in the Transport?" Grievous had asked a single droid on the bridge, as he was planning to deploy with the rest of them in the same transport to command the droids as best he could. "Yes Sir, They are awaiting your arrival before they depart." "Good. Contact the Old Fort, and inform them that HK-42, General Grievous II has arrived with defensive reinforcements." "Rodger Rodger." This was the short but straight to the point conversation that was had between the assigned Captain of the Command Ship and Grievous before he made his way to the Main Hanger, where the Hellspawn Transport was held.

 

Meanwhile, the Captain that Grievous was just speaking to hailed The Old Fort, relaying Grievous' message to them. "Greetings! This is Unit 41879, current Captain of the Qymean jal Sheelal. I have been ordered by my superior, General Grievous II, that he has arrived with Defensive Reinforcements, and is currently on his way down with his units.


Edited by HK-42, 28 July 2019 - 03:13 PM.

"Exclamation: Why don't we find something to kill to cheer ourselves up?"

"Definition: 'Love', is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope."


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Silver Bane

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The Old Fort, Pa'Desh System

Stardate Unknown

 

Rapture: a feeling of intense pleasure or joy. The current usage of the word did not fit such a definition. Instead, the event called for a proper definition of carnage and chaos, an unnecessary loss of life, lies and deceit for gain of power. Markirk would feel right at home. All he had to do during this invasion upon his people was manage to keep himself out of the battle proper. Instead, he had to focus his efforts on smaller groups or individuals, ones he knew he would have no trouble defeating. The army invading the Old Fort, wherever it may have been at the time, was something he would never face without backup from his fellow Knights of Ren, preferably all of them.

 

After hooking his tonfa onto his right forearm, Markirk gave a grunt of confidence for himself and departed the Shrine for where he felt his abilities would be better used. There were many areas in which he could prove useful in truth, but the "many" gave him worry. The Old Fort was a large complex, one that would be truly difficult to protect from the invaders who sought to claim the defensive construct the First Order called home.

 

The Sprawl would likely be where most combat was held, thus removing that from his sights of possible staging grounds, unless absolutely necessary of course. The North Tower was off limits outright, and he had doubts he would have the courage to fight in the Parade Grounds, Central Keep, and so on as they were clunky and tight-spaced, which hampered his quick fighting style. This left the Logistics Yard which housed the anti-air batteries and proved to be a perfect open area for his combat style; unknown to him, however, was that this Yard was also perhaps the largest vulnerability the Old Fort possessed.

 

It was open, spacious, which would fit his prowess in Sokan quite well, but it would also allow massive influxes of soldiers to enter the Fort should the batteries fail to destroy all landing ships. And in the event foes managed to counter this Form, he would have resorted to Soresu or Tràkata until reinforcements arrived, and there was always his skill in mind warping his foes. Should it have resulted that none of that worked, he would have had to fall to retreat or simple egregious deception.

 

Regardless, he was set on the Logistics Yard being his area of defense. After a series of leaps across the Old Fort, Markirk landed in the Yard, tonfa ignited and eyes searching for any threats, awaiting the attack, and hoping he wouldn't be alone should the Yard be rushed by the Eternal Empire.



#17
BE-183

BE-183

    Sting Like a Bee

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Post: 1
Location: The Eastern Armoury
Objective: Defend
Allies: Rexus Wenck, AU-1130, AX-0021, Vonnegut Pyre
Enemy: Eternal Empire forces


"Fortan's ashes, get your Fortan's ashes! Take home a pinch of the High Queen of Dosuun for protection, only ten creds!" The rotund local sat in the streets of the Sprawl, peddling his tasteless sham with far too much swagger. Bee was sick and tired of this.

Though only wearing her PT clothes, she looked plenty imposing in her brisk approach. She crossed her arms and glared down at the merchant sat on the rug, wares on display. "Pack it in Zaid, this trash is below you. Get a job for Nundu's sake, I can help if that's what it takes." She looked over the little clear bags with disgust. "What is this stuff, anyway?"

"Well it is sacred ash, Sergeant." Zaid was unfazed, shrugging with a cheerful grin like the womp rat that got the cheese. "You know these people pay for hope? It seems to be in short supply around here. But I'll respect your wishes, our friendship is more valuable." He still held a smug smirk.

The trooper began to roll her eyes, until her wrist link buzzed. She checked it, gaze hardening. It was an invasion alert. "Get to safety. Now. It's about to get bloody here." He didn't argue with that.

The Cronau sensors were pretty clear. There was little space traffic on this low tech planet, so any nearby jumps stuck out like a lightsabre on a battlefield. Even if the intel was wrong, it was worth fortifying. The ships were identified when within range. It looked like an invasion force, perhaps retaliation for the First Order's earlier offence. Though honestly, the Sergeant didn't remember ever firing on the Eternal Empire’s people, even hostile forces. On the other hand they had... on their own citizens, and the public footage had gotten a fair few clicks on the holonet. There was that unfortunate business with the Werewolves, but the fanatic cells lashed out as they pleased and were effectively a separate entity. They were wild dogs, never truly controlled, but perhaps their random attacks could be harnessed.

The planet was an arid backwater. No outside interest, poor communications technology, null footprint. Even so, they'd been made. But she'd helped turn the Old Fort into a secure fortress with her own hands. It was already a miracle for the aggressors that they'd been found, and it would take another miracle to shift them. Those were some poor odds. The upstart, so-called 'Eternal' Empire would learn their folly.

The warnings prompted some preparations; personnel, equipment and structure. All forces ready. Among swarms of other Stormtroopers she entered the Eastern Armoury to find her assigned bay, in the actual armoury part of the sector. And there she was, the beauty. "Hello there..." Painted by her personally and coded to her biometrics, Bee had spilled a lot of blood in this chunk of metal. She went around back and climbed in, ready to get her gear from the locker. The heavy cannon was a must, and she brought the sword too thinking it best to be prepared, while the rest was fairly standard. She stomped over to the Central Keep, ready to hold the line wherever she was needed.


Edited by BE-183, 30 July 2019 - 02:15 PM.

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