Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 13, 2018 20:45:22 GMT -8
~Contruumite 6: Auxiliary Communications Station~
*The body of the comm tech hit the floor with a gentle thud as Altair stepped past the unconscious and quite unlucky technician and slipped into his station raising his hand to the earpiece alongside the communications transmitter built into his collapsible helm*::Wraith 1, in position... sound off::*Call signs from the rest of his command team - Wraiths 2-6 all chimed in indicating they had taken their positions across the infrastructure of the orbital space station. On normal days the space station monitored and controlled all traffic moving to and from the planet - it was also the buffer for all communications moving through this sector of space and likewise - on normal days - the hub for that communications network is the main communications platform at the top of the satellite. The auxiliary comm station that Altair had... confiscated... was the backup relay in case of emergencies. Whenever the main power breakers were thrown - such in the case of a satellite wide power failure - certain key systems such as life support and airduct control were given emergency power first. The Main communications relay was too expansive to regain power quickly, and so this relay station was set up several decks lower and linked into the main power conduit so as to be able to pass communications for help or other emergencies signals needing to be passed quickly through the network that the Main Comm station held dominion over... so this place was perfectly positioned for exactly what Altair had in mind.*
::Wraith 1, positions are set... are a go?::
*Altair had something very specific in mind - and to pull off what he had planned the timing would have to be perfect - such was the case that made him bring his best. Gadriel's personal guard had been hand trained by the Jedi to his armies but that was a different time, ever since Altair had taken command he had turned them all into saboteurs, spies, assassins, marksman... they were the best, with skills ranging the entire military spectrum. Sometimes Altair questioned how the now long dead Jedi would look upon the Army that he had trained to defend Felucia, but those questions were rarely dwelt upon. Altair's losses over the last year had been too great for such illusions of acceptance. Half of his fleet lost in Chiss space. Darius dead on Jabiim, 2 shadowalkers failing to report - no doubt captured by the First Order or dead, countless lost from the ISB assault on Theed, Nakor... whose sacrifice at Rendilli had bought them the time they had needed to cripple the StarDrives construction system and escape with the plans necessary to build any ship they would need. The weight of the dead hung on his shoulders, leaving him no option to second guess the choices that had brought him here. And now the so called Galactic Alliance meant to court peace with the source of all that death. ~Not today...~*
::Aye... go!::
Several power outages at key points throughout the power structure of Orbital Platform III began to read on the monitors on the command station's bridge - the resulting cascade of power relays and backup systems tripping as a result causing the system to momentarily freeze before putting itself in restart mode - all before the system or anyone monitoring it could tell it, and they had been played. Backup power reinforced life support and air duct control - all outgoing and incoming traffic had been halted and all hanger bays put on hold for receiving, the shielding recycled itself, and communications passed through auxiliary control room one... which was now unresponsive.
*Back in the Auxiliary Control Room Altair's fingers flew across the keyboard of the station he had hacked into. Several organic wires had connected his wrist-gaunt to the monitor and mainframe computer terminal accessible from this station and he worked quickly passing the 'hacked' source code of his message into the the communications system. Within minutes the full power of this entire systems communication station would connect his message to every terminal, monitor, comm piece, and receiver within the system, unless one were blackout drunk, asleep, or dead... they would hear the following message - and those near any holoprojector linked to the Holonet would see the transmission that followed... and as it began to play, Altair disconnected himself from the control system and Wraith's 1-6 all went dark - engaging their cloaking devices and moving to their exits.*
"Soldiers of the Galactic Alliance...
A holoprojection of Altair sliced through the comm network sprang to life on all connected holonet devices, be they on the station itself - the ships in orbit, and any open system that did not require an independent hack to access.
"You have all come here for different reasons, you have either fought and bled for this galaxy, and for its freedom - or you have come because you cannot stand by and watch the Leaders of this Alliance sue for peace and keep a clear conscience. I am not here question your means or your morals, I come with a message. On battlefields across the stars the downtrodden and oppressed have been brought into this fight... a fight that some believed was to be fought on some distant star, or some god forsaken battle ground - fought among soldiers knowing why they were there. We were wrong. The First Order brought this fight to the citizen's of Jabiim...
The Holo image of Altair faded and pirated and spliced footage from an Recon droid was fed through the holoconnection linking every soul there, with the horror Altair's men faced on Jabiim...
Jabiim - Choal. Central Square.
Locklear stood in the city's central square as dozens of people were being rounded up against the wall of a building. A firing squad was already lined up and ready. The rain sodden air was thick with fear. But the time had come. Anyone associated with those who had been captured were rounded up. As the final citizens of this group were dragged or shoved into the group, Locklear signaled to the firing squad.
Troopers! At the ready!
The dozen Storm Commandos raised their rifles, thumbing off the safties. Noting they were ready, Locklear turned his helmeted head to the crowd as rain pelted him. It was cold and wet here. But this rebel cell would soon be nothing more than a minor footnote in the planet's history. Steeling himself, he gave the order.
Fire!
And just like that, a dozen blaster rifles discharged into the crowd. Desperate pleas and cries for help could be heard, but Locklear ignored them. Civilians fell rapidly. As this group was being executed, several more had been assembled and their respective commanders gave the order. Soon the shouts and pleas were drowned out by the rhythmic chatter of blaster rifles...
The deaths of the citizens of Jabiim faded... the dirt and the rain disappearing to the view of the lovely city of the Theed, and a beautiful view of the Palace - a time stamp to validate its origin - taken from a security recording device in the Palace District
"To the peaceful Capitol of Naboo..."
The bombardment of the serene palace quickly cut to another security device - this time in the streets of the city itself - hacked out of a different security Device - but the image was clear.
With the communication block lifted, orders to activate the hundreds of cannisters placed around the city came through. Originally intended to butcher a GA division, ever increasing severity of the combat in space now preempted that move, but why wast good Dioxis? The gas had been placed by retreating troops, and there was certainly a huge amount now in place.
The Captain in command input his code, and the ominous green gas began to spew out of the many containers. The final FO shuttle finally began to withdraw into the sky.
The image of Altair returned - he was a hard man - and the armor he wore while clearly heavily modified had seen recent action and there was even still dried blood upon the white scarf he wore about his neck holding back the black dreadlocks. But even with all of this a look was in his eyes as if he was watching the horror the First Order had brought to the innocent of the universe right along side everyone watching now - and when he spoke again there was no faking the compassion and the pain in his voice.
"These images are how the First Order brings peace... They've said it themselves... Loyalty, and Obendience. This is what happens when you do not obey. This is what happens when you stand against the First Order... THIS... was the price of freedom for the citizens of Jabiim, for the peaceful residence of Naboo. This is what happens when you misbehave."
While Jabiim was a remote backwater that hadnt held a census in many years - probably since the presence of the first Empire - Naboo held extensive records of Theeds populous, and it had only taken days for the death toll to be calculated. As the emotion behind Altair's words began to show on his face the image faded and in its place sprawled the names of the dead. Hundreds fallen from the orbital bombardment, dozens more carpet bombed by the TIE fighters and Bombered that had been let loose upon the city. Another score slain by the soldiers. A longer list than before hundreds more by the count fell victim to the gas. And another three dozen found in the wreckage after the battle had been over. Of the several thousand dead on Naboo, a shorter list came through, only a hundred or so... all of them Galactic Alliance Soldiers, Security Volunteers, or Palace Guards that had fallen during the attack. The statistics were clear... the focus of the strike had not been Naboo's military. There was a silence as the names finished sprawling through before the image of Altair returned - this time the same hard man, but gone was the emotion... the only thing that remained on his face was anger, and it reached all the way up to his eyes as he spoke again.
"We shall have peace... We shall have peace when the First Order answers for the burning of Naboo and Jabiim, and hundreds of other worlds! We shall have peace... when the First Order leadership are held responsible for the soldiers who died on Dantooine, and the Jedi whose bodies were hewn even as they lay dead at the gates of Ossus are avenged! When this self proclaimed Emperor... Nicademus' head is impaled upon a pike for the sport of the crows. We shall have peace."
Several more images began to play out across the holonet. Fallen Stormtroopers, tanks on fire, TIE fighters spiraling out of control only to crash against the barren ground, graffiti written in blood across the gates at Jabiim, Storm Troopers captured on Naboo and the acquisition of remaining cans of Dioxis, An brief image of the High Admiral Viox Savage stepping from the ruins of a cell, soot and dirt and flame tattering his cloak and covering his face, An image of Nicademus addressing endless ranks of Troopers on Muunilist or Bastion with a laser sight dot on his chest, Image after image playing faster and faster cycling through all victories against the First Order playing throughout the silence until it finally stopped on a single symbol - the symbol of the Bothan Clan Arya dyed blood red against a black field with a silver Vibrosword through the center. Then Altair's form returned to leave one final message before the transmissions were cut and regular comm lines were reestablished.
"I will not speak for the rest of you... But I plan to misbehave."
*The body of the comm tech hit the floor with a gentle thud as Altair stepped past the unconscious and quite unlucky technician and slipped into his station raising his hand to the earpiece alongside the communications transmitter built into his collapsible helm*::Wraith 1, in position... sound off::*Call signs from the rest of his command team - Wraiths 2-6 all chimed in indicating they had taken their positions across the infrastructure of the orbital space station. On normal days the space station monitored and controlled all traffic moving to and from the planet - it was also the buffer for all communications moving through this sector of space and likewise - on normal days - the hub for that communications network is the main communications platform at the top of the satellite. The auxiliary comm station that Altair had... confiscated... was the backup relay in case of emergencies. Whenever the main power breakers were thrown - such in the case of a satellite wide power failure - certain key systems such as life support and airduct control were given emergency power first. The Main communications relay was too expansive to regain power quickly, and so this relay station was set up several decks lower and linked into the main power conduit so as to be able to pass communications for help or other emergencies signals needing to be passed quickly through the network that the Main Comm station held dominion over... so this place was perfectly positioned for exactly what Altair had in mind.*
::Wraith 1, positions are set... are a go?::
*Altair had something very specific in mind - and to pull off what he had planned the timing would have to be perfect - such was the case that made him bring his best. Gadriel's personal guard had been hand trained by the Jedi to his armies but that was a different time, ever since Altair had taken command he had turned them all into saboteurs, spies, assassins, marksman... they were the best, with skills ranging the entire military spectrum. Sometimes Altair questioned how the now long dead Jedi would look upon the Army that he had trained to defend Felucia, but those questions were rarely dwelt upon. Altair's losses over the last year had been too great for such illusions of acceptance. Half of his fleet lost in Chiss space. Darius dead on Jabiim, 2 shadowalkers failing to report - no doubt captured by the First Order or dead, countless lost from the ISB assault on Theed, Nakor... whose sacrifice at Rendilli had bought them the time they had needed to cripple the StarDrives construction system and escape with the plans necessary to build any ship they would need. The weight of the dead hung on his shoulders, leaving him no option to second guess the choices that had brought him here. And now the so called Galactic Alliance meant to court peace with the source of all that death. ~Not today...~*
::Aye... go!::
Several power outages at key points throughout the power structure of Orbital Platform III began to read on the monitors on the command station's bridge - the resulting cascade of power relays and backup systems tripping as a result causing the system to momentarily freeze before putting itself in restart mode - all before the system or anyone monitoring it could tell it, and they had been played. Backup power reinforced life support and air duct control - all outgoing and incoming traffic had been halted and all hanger bays put on hold for receiving, the shielding recycled itself, and communications passed through auxiliary control room one... which was now unresponsive.
*Back in the Auxiliary Control Room Altair's fingers flew across the keyboard of the station he had hacked into. Several organic wires had connected his wrist-gaunt to the monitor and mainframe computer terminal accessible from this station and he worked quickly passing the 'hacked' source code of his message into the the communications system. Within minutes the full power of this entire systems communication station would connect his message to every terminal, monitor, comm piece, and receiver within the system, unless one were blackout drunk, asleep, or dead... they would hear the following message - and those near any holoprojector linked to the Holonet would see the transmission that followed... and as it began to play, Altair disconnected himself from the control system and Wraith's 1-6 all went dark - engaging their cloaking devices and moving to their exits.*
"Soldiers of the Galactic Alliance...
A holoprojection of Altair sliced through the comm network sprang to life on all connected holonet devices, be they on the station itself - the ships in orbit, and any open system that did not require an independent hack to access.
"You have all come here for different reasons, you have either fought and bled for this galaxy, and for its freedom - or you have come because you cannot stand by and watch the Leaders of this Alliance sue for peace and keep a clear conscience. I am not here question your means or your morals, I come with a message. On battlefields across the stars the downtrodden and oppressed have been brought into this fight... a fight that some believed was to be fought on some distant star, or some god forsaken battle ground - fought among soldiers knowing why they were there. We were wrong. The First Order brought this fight to the citizen's of Jabiim...
The Holo image of Altair faded and pirated and spliced footage from an Recon droid was fed through the holoconnection linking every soul there, with the horror Altair's men faced on Jabiim...
Jabiim - Choal. Central Square.
Locklear stood in the city's central square as dozens of people were being rounded up against the wall of a building. A firing squad was already lined up and ready. The rain sodden air was thick with fear. But the time had come. Anyone associated with those who had been captured were rounded up. As the final citizens of this group were dragged or shoved into the group, Locklear signaled to the firing squad.
Troopers! At the ready!
The dozen Storm Commandos raised their rifles, thumbing off the safties. Noting they were ready, Locklear turned his helmeted head to the crowd as rain pelted him. It was cold and wet here. But this rebel cell would soon be nothing more than a minor footnote in the planet's history. Steeling himself, he gave the order.
Fire!
And just like that, a dozen blaster rifles discharged into the crowd. Desperate pleas and cries for help could be heard, but Locklear ignored them. Civilians fell rapidly. As this group was being executed, several more had been assembled and their respective commanders gave the order. Soon the shouts and pleas were drowned out by the rhythmic chatter of blaster rifles...
The deaths of the citizens of Jabiim faded... the dirt and the rain disappearing to the view of the lovely city of the Theed, and a beautiful view of the Palace - a time stamp to validate its origin - taken from a security recording device in the Palace District
"To the peaceful Capitol of Naboo..."
A barrage of turbo laser fire smashed into the Royal Palace. While the intention of the First Order was not total destruction, but a warning, the damage was intense. Whole sections of the room and upper floors collapsed, and there was high casualties among security forces and staff alike.
The bombardment of the serene palace quickly cut to another security device - this time in the streets of the city itself - hacked out of a different security Device - but the image was clear.
Rather than wait any longer, the last FO company fulfilled their last orders for this operation.
With the communication block lifted, orders to activate the hundreds of cannisters placed around the city came through. Originally intended to butcher a GA division, ever increasing severity of the combat in space now preempted that move, but why wast good Dioxis? The gas had been placed by retreating troops, and there was certainly a huge amount now in place.
The Captain in command input his code, and the ominous green gas began to spew out of the many containers. The final FO shuttle finally began to withdraw into the sky.
The image of Altair returned - he was a hard man - and the armor he wore while clearly heavily modified had seen recent action and there was even still dried blood upon the white scarf he wore about his neck holding back the black dreadlocks. But even with all of this a look was in his eyes as if he was watching the horror the First Order had brought to the innocent of the universe right along side everyone watching now - and when he spoke again there was no faking the compassion and the pain in his voice.
"These images are how the First Order brings peace... They've said it themselves... Loyalty, and Obendience. This is what happens when you do not obey. This is what happens when you stand against the First Order... THIS... was the price of freedom for the citizens of Jabiim, for the peaceful residence of Naboo. This is what happens when you misbehave."
While Jabiim was a remote backwater that hadnt held a census in many years - probably since the presence of the first Empire - Naboo held extensive records of Theeds populous, and it had only taken days for the death toll to be calculated. As the emotion behind Altair's words began to show on his face the image faded and in its place sprawled the names of the dead. Hundreds fallen from the orbital bombardment, dozens more carpet bombed by the TIE fighters and Bombered that had been let loose upon the city. Another score slain by the soldiers. A longer list than before hundreds more by the count fell victim to the gas. And another three dozen found in the wreckage after the battle had been over. Of the several thousand dead on Naboo, a shorter list came through, only a hundred or so... all of them Galactic Alliance Soldiers, Security Volunteers, or Palace Guards that had fallen during the attack. The statistics were clear... the focus of the strike had not been Naboo's military. There was a silence as the names finished sprawling through before the image of Altair returned - this time the same hard man, but gone was the emotion... the only thing that remained on his face was anger, and it reached all the way up to his eyes as he spoke again.
"We shall have peace... We shall have peace when the First Order answers for the burning of Naboo and Jabiim, and hundreds of other worlds! We shall have peace... when the First Order leadership are held responsible for the soldiers who died on Dantooine, and the Jedi whose bodies were hewn even as they lay dead at the gates of Ossus are avenged! When this self proclaimed Emperor... Nicademus' head is impaled upon a pike for the sport of the crows. We shall have peace."
Several more images began to play out across the holonet. Fallen Stormtroopers, tanks on fire, TIE fighters spiraling out of control only to crash against the barren ground, graffiti written in blood across the gates at Jabiim, Storm Troopers captured on Naboo and the acquisition of remaining cans of Dioxis, An brief image of the High Admiral Viox Savage stepping from the ruins of a cell, soot and dirt and flame tattering his cloak and covering his face, An image of Nicademus addressing endless ranks of Troopers on Muunilist or Bastion with a laser sight dot on his chest, Image after image playing faster and faster cycling through all victories against the First Order playing throughout the silence until it finally stopped on a single symbol - the symbol of the Bothan Clan Arya dyed blood red against a black field with a silver Vibrosword through the center. Then Altair's form returned to leave one final message before the transmissions were cut and regular comm lines were reestablished.
"I will not speak for the rest of you... But I plan to misbehave."