Silas Darkstar
Knights of Ren
Posts: 198
Affiliation: Knights of Ren - The Magisterium
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Post by Silas Darkstar on Aug 2, 2022 18:06:07 GMT -8
Citadel Inquisitorius Repair and construction works continued on Citadel Inquisitorius. The Citadel was separated into 2 separate section, the top tower area which was converted into office space, and the lower bulk of the tower which was converted into prison cells and interrogation rooms. The place would be built securely, to ensure no one escaped once captured
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Silas Darkstar
Knights of Ren
Posts: 198
Affiliation: Knights of Ren - The Magisterium
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Post by Silas Darkstar on Aug 8, 2022 20:50:58 GMT -8
Citadel Inquisitorius Repair works upon the Citadel were soon complete. The upper Administrative Section and the lower Prison Section were built entirely cut off from one another separated by several floors of reinforcements. Cells were built in modular blocks which were transported by gantries to various sections. Force-sensitive holding cells were located on the deepest tiers of the Prison, with ejection mechanisms designed to drop the cells down chutes into the core of the planet. Escape from the Citadel would not be allowed nor tolerated. Only corpses would ever leave this place.
The guards took up their new posts as transports arrived to the landing pads and delivered their prisoners from across the fleet. Very little processing was required for their admittance to the Citadel. They were scanned in and shown to their cells before being taken off to their stack
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Katsumi Ren
The First Order
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Affiliation: The Knights of Ren
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Post by Katsumi Ren on May 22, 2023 0:25:50 GMT -8
Asonel Caves
The caverns and tunnels running through the mountains outside of Prak City are not the ideal place to train for urban warfare, but as she has no wish to interfere with the lives of the civilians in Prak City, and, more importantly to her, no desire to risk that the Purge Troopers or their training is observed by any unwanted eyes, Katsumi had made the decision to have Lieutenant Colonel Seidel, the commanding officer of Fifth Task Force of Scourge Squadron, which has temporarily been placed under her command, move one of the troops comprising the squadron into the caves so that she could oversee their training.
With a bit of imagination and the creative use of prefab structures moved discreetly into a large section of a structurally sound area of the caves, Captain Graff, the commanding officer of the troop Seidel had selected for the training, and his men had managed to create a functional mockup of a typical city area in which the troop could train in tactics ranging from building strongpoints to securing buildings with ideal heavy weapon system positions. While it is not yet certain that Katsumi will be tasked with missions on Coruscant that will require the use of such tactics, she would rather be prepared for the eventuality than find herself learning the necessary tactics on the fly.
Katsumi, no stranger to the art of delegation when it is necessary, has tasked Seidel with ensuring that his remaining forces, and the crews of the ships and vehicles that will be transporting them or supporting them in the field, also step up their training regimens so that they are at maximum readiness when the time comes for them to be deployed.
As Katsumi watches the Purge Troopers conducting their latest exercise she pays close attention to the individual troopers that Seidel had put forward as candidates for a small unit that she intends to, time permitting, train further so that she can employ them as support in more covert operations that she herself might be conducting. Far more comfortable working alone, Katsumi nonetheless understands the need to occasionally operate as a part of a group, and has done so in the past without any issue save the taxation of her personal comfort level.
When the time comes that Harnan calls on her to act in the campaign that he has already set in motion, Katsumi has vowed to herself, he will find that she and the forces she has assigned to her are well prepared.
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Post by Octavian Delvardus on Aug 27, 2024 20:43:53 GMT -8
A bunker's walls shuddered and dust fell as the sounds of something nearby was heard. A single light flickered causing a few heads to look up and away from a holomap, revealing the present position of the 39th Regiment. Plenty of Stormtroopers, gun emplacements, but only a small contingent of armored vehicles considering present operations. As the commanding officer reviewed the layout, a trooper ran into the meeting unannounced. In his hands were a pair of binoculars and his blaster, pointing outside.Commander! Walkers to the Southeast! Sector 7-8C!This caused the group to ungroup and rush outside to the trenches and bunkers outside. Grabbing the binoculars, the leading commander viewed the horizon nearby. Scanning a bit, his view soon noted a pair of AT-AT walkers approaching from the Ren lines. Damn it, Intel said that much of the heavier vehicles had moved off to blunt their advance to the West! Keying his commlink, the older male shouted into it.Artillery Battalion! Drop Heavy Ordinances on Sector 7-8C! Concentrate for effect!There was barely a response from the artillery officer when something caught his attention. A 'Run!' was soon heard, followed by several more, as one of the AT-AT heads leveled in their direction. Its twin cannons began to power up, causing Stormtroopers to run for cover. The color drained from the commander's face as their section of the line lit up with bright red lasers. What was once a strong position was blown to bits as the Ren's AT-AT laid a heavy salvo of firepower upon the Royalist holding. But their victory wasn't for long as heavy rounds sung into the sky and bombarded their position next. One walker had its leg blown off, causing it roll forward and slam against its compatriot. The first going down in a hellish fire scape. The second was hit in the cockpit by a lucky round, its own body falling onto its own lines.
This was the state of the conflict now, the heat of everything. Where one small victory was made, another was achieved. Where one line bent, another held firm. Where ten feet were made, fifteen feet had to pull back. Everything had fallen into a state of attrition after weeks of tenacious and hard fighting. Loyalists of Octavian and Fiora fought tooth and nail upon the desolate landscape of Prakith as their fleets clashed with one another above, sending pieces and burning hulks to the ground below. This was the final hell to endure, where one would succeed and the other would fall, where the fate of the Empire would be, at last, decided.
The Battle of Prakith would be remembered for generations to come, surely.======= The Loyalists of Octavian barreled into the Deep Core after recovering the Core regions. Foerost was the first to fall, with its finished ships captured and enlisted into their navy to make up for lost numbers from the Coruscanti campaign. Empress Teta was thus fell upon by the arriving Royalists where a fierce campaign to liberate the planet happened, the flag of Octavian along with the restored royal monarchy were raised over the planet three months later. A contingent of soldiers brought in to further secure the Koros sector as the Royalists moved onward. An Imperial Fleet, skirting the Deep Core, launched itself from Fondor and attack Khomm, the heart of Ren's cloning operations in the South of the region. The stage was set, a handful of months later, when the Royalist Fleets entered Prakith's system and the battle began.
It took some days, but a foothold was secure enough to allow the disembarking of land forces towards the heart of the Ren's powerbase. The desolate landscape would become hellish as the land was blackened by ordinances and fighting across the planet that only served to deep the conflict's ferocity. As Royalists were drawn in and fed to Prakith, the attrition began to take hold as lines were drawn and fortifications established. Now, in order to gain even a foot of ground, both sides would likely lose hundreds in the process. The fleet could only give so much aid considering their fierce duel with the Ren's naval forces in orbit. Squadrons of fighters and bombers did make their runs, but only for a limited period... it was truly a hell hole.
Standing in their main headquarters, the Emperor had recently returned from leading Stormtroopers. His armor was covered in dirt and mud, considering the advance they had to make. Three lines of Ren defenses taken, but at a cost of several thousand Stormtroopers. They were due to receive reinforcements, but this place was nothing but a meatgrinder at this point. A water canteen was offered by an officer as Octavian nodded, taking a good drink before handing it back. A gunship rolled into place, disembarking the Thomas Zahn and several other high officers. They all were freshly returned from the same battlefield as to where their Emperor had participated, seeking to be a warrior on the field and being a rousing presence to his troops.Caracen Cliffs have been taken, the Emperor remarks as he stands up. Already deployed the 122nd Legion to reinforce our troops there... but clearly, our Intel wasn't right again. Harnan Ren and Fiora were not present. Seems they just moved out the day before our advance, another attempt thwarted at ending this battle sooner than expected. Thrice now, he had even seen them but their defenses kept them at bay as the Royalists advanced. When the hell are the regiments of 45th Corps due to arrive?! We have been waiting on them for five days now! Octavian was becoming a bit furious and tense considering the lack of supplies and reinforcements. They were stretched thin just like their opponent at this point. Nothing but attrition and failed maneuvers to end this war officially.
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Thomas Zahn
The First Order
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Affiliation: The First Order
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Post by Thomas Zahn on Aug 28, 2024 20:12:06 GMT -8
The Grand Marshal and current acting Supreme Commander of the Military Forces beneath Octavian's Command strode into the command tent, his armour marked by blaster bolt scorches and mud. He'd lost count of the number of Purge Troopers he'd killed and how many of their own had died. Battle's of attrition like this were taxing mentally and physically, especially upon the Royalist Forces. Unlike the Ren whom had a Clone Army built upon the idea of being expendable, the Royal Army had not been raised and taught to be Cannon Fodder. With Khomm fallen into Royalist hands, it meant that the Ren's reinforcements were limited and they would run out of clones. But the real question was whether they ran out of clones before the Royalists ran out of people.
He approached the table and let Octavian get out his feelings and questions. But there was little point letting it all get to you as much as the Emperor was right now. Zahn was just glad few people were around to see the outburst. Instead, Zahn activated some controls, bringing up a number of maps They've been toying with us the entire time. They know where we are getting our intel from and so are never giving the fright information whilst they are getting a live feed of where we are and when. The Commissariat has been busy trying to expunge any leaks, but... it's a difficult task to get done whilst we're fighting an active war, especially with First Commissar Ambrose currently missing. But we do have a lead... A group known as the Obsidian Order started propagating across the Empire not long before your Father's death. We suspect that this Sect has been acting as a front for the Ren's Intel. They recruit all walks of life and use them as sleeper agents... It has proven detrimental. In fact a group of Obsidian Order Cultists are currently holding up the 45th Corps from being able to get through to us. Not to mention that the Ren have also been disabling the nav beacons into the Deep Core. Our ships are having to carefully make their jumps, lest we want to lose entire warships for hope of expedience... I dare say we've played right into his hands...
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Nem Yin
The First Order
The dark expanse of the intergalactic void is not as empty as they would have you believe...
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Affiliation: The First Order
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Post by Nem Yin on Aug 29, 2024 10:27:36 GMT -8
"They've had years to prepare." Said a distorted voice, hoarse as the throat of a dune sea nomad, accompanied by an exhalative hiss from the lurking figure's living rebreather. The long spindly fingers of Nem's right hand pulled the flap of the command tents entrance aside, allowing the Yuuzhan Vong Intendant to step inside. As usual his face was shrouded in perpetual shadows cast by the hood of the sleeveless long-coat he wore and the starfish shaped gnullith adhered to the lower half of his face, leaving only the corpse pallid complexion of the skin around his glowing emerald eyes visible. Despite having arrived at Prakith before any of his Imperial allies, the Executor of the Praetorite Vong appeared none the worse for wear. He did his best work under the cover of night, far behind enemy lines, and made a habit of cleaning up after himself. Nem stopped short of the tactical table, resting his hands on his hips, studying the map with two leering mqaaq'it. "Betrayal on the scale we've seen takes time to put into motion." He looked up at Octavian and spoke matter-of-factly. "They'll have been plotting this long before your father died. Which means, they've had years to position their people where it hurts us most." He shook his head. "I agree with the Marshal's assessment. My Domains routed out those we can..." He was referring to the disembodied heads placed on spikes around the war camps perimeter. "...but we'll be hunting down traitors long after we've finished this campaign."
After the allied forces first arrived in the system and engaged the Ren in naval combat stretching the length of the star system and even into beyond, it had become clear that the Yuuzhan Vong had failed to honour their part of the secret pact that had sealed with the Ren, just as Nem had always intended. Unfortunately it seemed his temporary compatriots had possessed the good sense not to trust a word he had said, and had prepared for the Praetorite's foul play. Every distraction he had attempted within Prakith's capital had met with dismal failure. They all might be cursing Silas' scheming black soul at the moment, but Nem couldn't help but be impressed despite his own frustration. Eventually he had met up with the allied forces under Octavian sometime after they had made landfall.
"Still..." He remarked, rolling his wrist when suddenly a coufee bone dagger appeared in his left hand, an impressive display of slight of hand given that he wasn't wearing sleeves. Placing his posterior on one corner of the table, he began to file the sharp nails of his right hand with the edge of the blade. "...I've seen victory scraped together from less. Part of the problem, as brilliant as your strategic acumen has proven itself to be, is that you're fighting this war like an Imperial. The Ren are too familiar with Imperial tactics. Yammka's thorny cock! They bloody well were Imperial until a few months ago. Even without Obsidian spies feeding them fresh intel, we've been too predictable. Maybe it's time to take a page out of a different playbook, behave in such a way even that snake Harnan won't be able to see it coming."
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Post by Octavian Delvardus on Sept 5, 2024 20:02:15 GMT -8
The Obsidian Order. An all too familiar name now to Octavian as he learned from both the Grand Marshal and Grand Admiral, the latter of whom knew of their leader's existence from the Diarchy days. Silently, the Emperor cursed the decision made which ensured the neutrality of Imperial Intelligence from his loyalist cause. If they had their expertise, the damage would have surely been blunted and given a fair match. With the lack of experience among what Intelligence agents he had, Octavian could feel the severe disadvantage at hand. Even with the Praetorite Vong aiding them. Speaking of which, the Emperor looked up as Nem Yin appeared now.
Before even a single officer could reprimand the Prefect on his suggestion, the Emperor's hand swiftly came up, silencing what he could sense: brewing criticisms that came from the natural belief of Imperial superiority. He wasn't wrong and that's why Octavian did not allow anyone to remotely speak a word. The Ren had observed and noted the evolution of the Imperial Military throughout the reign of his father. They knew the veteran commanders, the actions of their Obsidian Order had robbed him of valuable commanders and units that either joined his sister's side or, the vast majority, joined the traitorous cause of his late uncle, Baltasar. The Emperor would then lower his hand, allowing Nem Yin to finish what he was saying.
There was a bit of silence as Octavian seemed to think over what the Yuuzhan Vong had suggested. Only part of their forces were not truly predictable and that was those who followed the commands of Nem Yin and his lieutenants. Stormtroopers had developed some tactical plans and mixed units with their alien allies, but they had not had the time to mature. There was one book that Octavian did consider, an enemy that the Ren had never fought and were firm allies of his late father.
The Mandalorians.
Octavian speaks, causing eyes to turn on him. The Emperor's gaze now firmly set upon Nem Yin.
We will keep up with the Imperial tactics, for now, but begin bringing in Mandalorian tacticians and strategists that can be recruited from Agamar. They are an army that the Ren have never fought after all. Their tactics will help us achieve victory. After all, they once put the Old Republic flat on its back with a great war that engulfed much of the Outer Rim.
Keeping his gaze firmly upon Nem Yin, the Emperor would rise from where he sat. He approaches the Yuuzhan Vong, gesturing to the sky above.
How do you best suggest we bring in the necessary means to change our tactics? Given the report of the Grand Marshal and the 45th Corps' status.
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Nem Yin
The First Order
The dark expanse of the intergalactic void is not as empty as they would have you believe...
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Post by Nem Yin on Sept 6, 2024 9:15:20 GMT -8
Nem stroked his gnullith covered chin as he considered the problem. It was true, the Ren had effectively shut down all the known routes into the Deep Core, cutting them off from reinforcements. There was only one solution that the Executor could see, but only if they were bold enough to take it. The tight flesh covering his cheekbones lifted as thought to suggest the Intendant was grinning beneath his rebreather biot. "If the Ren have shut down all the stable routes into the region, then we take an unstable one. With so many stars clustered together, there is no more challenging region of the void to sail, save perhaps out in the Unknown. It will be dangerous, potentially deadly even, but we're desperate. What choice is there? They'd think us mad to try it." And for good reason. "Look, years ago, before there even was a First Order, a common friend of ours provided my people with the Imperial Remnants maps of the Deep Core. Later, when your father called upon our aid to reinforce Byss against a mercenary lord who turned out to be more of a paper-voxyn, we had a chance to reassess some of those routes. The Praetorite's space faring technology is gravity based, and we have experience now finding ways in and out of the Region. We could guide them in. Probably. If we don't die in the attempt." He put his coufee away and tilted his head, looking over at the Zahn. "We have to try though, don't we? What say you, Marshal?"
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Thomas Zahn
The First Order
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Affiliation: The First Order
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Post by Thomas Zahn on Sept 24, 2024 22:50:01 GMT -8
Thomas had raised his gaze from the maps and looked toward the Tent entrance as the Yuuzhan Vong had appeared. He didn't know a great deal about Nem Yin, other than the fact that he held the title of First Prefect. Beyond that though, he felt neither ill will nor favour toward the strange alien. He had not have any recollection of the Yuuzhan Vong invasion and those that had settled since then were not quite so openly cut throat. Despite his neutral feelings, he did have to admit that the male Yuuzhan Vong was a pretty decent assassin and shadow. But despite that, his assessment was right: There would undoubtedly be many traitors left to track down for years to come.
He turned to face Octavian, as the Emperor suggested bringing in Mandalorian tacticians to advise on their ongoing efforts here to defeat the Ren. But despite the Emperor's confidence, The Grand Marshal had his reservations. He waited and bided his time as Nem and Octavian discussed the idea of recruiting and bringing in Mandalorians and how to do it Forgive my impertinence Sir, but I would not be too confident the Ren have never faced the Mandalorians before. Their Order predates your Father's founding of the Empire upon Muunilinst and their tactics have proven quite varied. But... Perhaps it would not be the worst idea to bring in some outside assistance. But whilst we might have trouble rushing larger warships through... Perhaps the Yuuzhan Vong is right. A smaller force or ship could risk the instability of other routes with the aide of the Praetorite's technology. The cost would be much smaller if we lost a freighter vs a full warship. It might also give us the time to wait for our forces to re-plot the safe route into Prakith and resume more steady reinforcements.
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Post by Octavian Delvardus on Oct 11, 2024 18:57:56 GMT -8
They could ill risk sending a warship, that was a truth. One good warship absent could ensure a formation has less firepower for the next fight above the planet. The Grand Admiral Vasili was doing his best to contend with the Ren forces, but the rear lane into Prakith was still open and thus their enemy could call upon the shipyards of Byss to reinforce their fleet when need be. This Obsidian Order was giving them a run for their money, but Octavian had Nem Yin, who his father had said would prove worthy, one day, in his abilities in Intelligence. The Emperor contemplates on what was proposed and spoken before addressing the First Prefect.
I will leave this to your discretion and oversight, First Prefect. I need not be involved as you knew your men best.
Trust in his subordinates abilities, a key element of his education that his father sought to instill. Trust in the capabilities of his officers and lieutenants in their fields of expertise. For, unlike the late Emperor, Octavian was no great commander like Nicademus, a man proven to lead his soldiers and ships with sound strategies. As a result, the Imperial had come to rely upon people, such as the Grand Marshal, the Supreme Commander, and the First Prefect. It was best not to worry, and yet, there was always a lingering presence of paranoia brought on by this war's betrayals... his sister, his uncle... men and women who had sworn absolute allegiance to the Empire and had aided in the chaos of its present state.
For now... we should reassess our lines, Grand Marshal.
The Emperor waved his hand, bringing up the current layouts of enemy and loyalist forces that were strung across a wide area of Prakith now. The capital of Prak City was still a ways off, but the Andeddu Keep was within reach. A strategic point that was of great interest to the Emperor. Its capture would prove worthwhile, but the cost would surely be immense and near catastrophic to their cause.
We still have some reserves, but we can't waste them. Andeddu Keep is within reach, but these are strong positions.
He gestured to the known artillery and gun emplacements that protect any advance from the South and West. To the North was a strong fortification, sprung up practically overnight by the Ren forces. Octavian wondered what all protected it and where his sister, as well as her traitorous master, were lurking at this moment.
Has Roland reported in?
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