Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 4, 2016 18:16:01 GMT -8
The invasion of Mygeeto by the First Order took only a few days to perform. The rapid deployment, superior firepower and disciplined soldiers of the Imperial forces easily overwhelm the IGBC's meager forces that defended the frigid world. If the First Order had arrived only a week or so later, the Banking Clan would have surely given a more tenacious fight once caches of battle droids were activated on Mygeeto. The mercenary and security forces, within the pay of the IGBC, were outgunned easily, despite previously placed weapon emplacements and defensive systems by the Imperial Remnant of the New Republic Era.
The main capital streets of Mygeeto were filled with surrendered Muuns and other species of the IGBC surrendered forces. Stormtroopers had gone door to door, ensuring any existing weapon caches were confiscated and no one escaped the judgment and authority of the First Order. The IGBC's Remnant Council did not even have a chance to surrender as the members of this administrative body were gunned down by elements of the vanguard units that managed to penetrate the Banking Clan's main facility. With their leadership slaughtered by the aggressive Imperials, what resolve remained within the armed forces dissipated and en masse surrenders followed up. None were given mercy nor special treatment as the First Order disarmed the soldiers, shackled them and executed their respective commanders and leaders. The brutality displayed by the First Order was chilling and effectively; bringing down the very hierarchy to ensure that the First Order's leadership could easily rise within its place.
By the following day since the surrender of the IGBC, the flags of the First Order flew in the air over the capital city. The annexation of Mygeeto effectively united the Imperial Sector and its vast resources under the firm control of the Supreme Commander and his military. With this vicious and swift military campaign concluded, the books were closed upon the Banking Clan, the First Order declaring their longtime enemy effectively disbanded.
Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Mar 23, 2017 12:08:15 GMT -8
Nine squadrons of TIEs descended upon Mygeeto's surface, near a refinery far from the capitol city. They buzzed the refinery and then flew in ever widening sweeping patterns, mapping the surface for themselves and displaying the might and discipline of the First Order at the same time. Local traffic paused as the show started, in fear of an attack, but as they fighters continued, the fear turned to awe, or at least a begrudging respect for the pilots of the First Order. The Lancer frigate, took up a position over the refinery. Those who knew it, recognized that it was probably there to defend the facility, as it's laser cannons were not nearly as suited to wanton destruction as the turbolasers of larger ships. The Munifex landed on the ice, some distance from the refinery. Pellaeon and five troopers mounted speeder bikes and entered the facility to meet with the leaders and to speak with the local garrison, a small but well trained force.
Post by Thrakk Valinor on Mar 25, 2017 17:47:13 GMT -8
* Thrakk receives a report that Pellaeon's ship had landed and that he had already went ahead to the local garrison. His black gloved hand turns into a fist as he hears the news. He had purposefully waited for the New Fleet Commander before the operation was to begin out of a thought they would both share a mutual respect for one another. But that did not seem to be the case, something the Imperial Hand would make sure would be brought to full attention.
Commander Noctis has three of the troop transports land at Pelleaon's ship location and begin setting up a forward operating post and landing zone. Meanwhile Thrakk's shuttle heads straight to the garrison at the facility. Landing Just outside of the Facility, Thrakk Followed by Commander Noctis and his squad exits the shuttle and enter the facility. After a few moments Thrakk comes to a long hallway where he sees Pelleaon and five troopers near its end. Thrakk speaks out to the Fleet Admiral to get his attention *
Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Apr 5, 2017 11:26:37 GMT -8
I turn and address the Dark Lord briefly, before resuming my path into the conference room and starting the mission I'd been given.
"Just hoping to stave off a friendly fire incident, when we got here you looked quite ready to assault the planet. You do realize we already hold this world? We're here to deter an uprising, not instigate one. I'm talking with local officials and merchants to assess the situation and likely hood of civil revolt in the future. Hopefully our show of force should deter any drastic actions on the part of the rebel factions for today at least, the rest of the week if our luck holds out. Would you be so kind as to speak with the garrison commanders and see what can be done to bolster security? The sooner we can get settled and bolster the garrison the sooner we can focus on rooting out the infiltrators and saboteurs. I'm off to do my part, I'll be back at my ship by dusk, hopefully with good news. "
Pellaeon turned, not waiting for a response, and strode the last few paces to the conference room, which he then entered. He had work to do, if Thrakk wanted to play lacky fine, but Pellaeon hoped he'd be able to act on his own volition, without endangering the entire mission. As he entered the room, he briefly surveyed the gathered civil and economic leaders around the room. Not all were thrilled with the imposing summons he'd issued, but no one seemed to be in a hurry to express their displeasure beyond glowering at the table in the center of the room. Pellaeon introduced himself, and asked that each being outline their position and duties as succinctly as possible. That took less time than he'd expected. As expected the biggest economic ventures in town, were the nearby mines and local refinery. A few private shipping companies were also doing quite well, but seemed the most vulnerable to disruptive activities. Pellaeon encouraged them to increase their security measures, as it was possible that insurgents, local or otherwise, would be targeting them and their vessels.
Pellaeon also spoke to the governor and his administrative aids, encouraging them to find ways to make life less dull and dreary around the refinery in a constructive manner. He also told everyone that he would be evaluating the refinery for efficiency and productivity, looking to increase it's value and throughput. He thanked everyone for their time and sent each away with a small credit ship for their troubles. The credits were also incentive for each to continue their loyal service to the First Order, but that was left unsaid.
Post by Thrakk Valinor on Apr 10, 2017 15:20:07 GMT -8
* Thrakk watches as the Fleet Admiral walks away, he would let the new addition to First Order Play out his plan while Thrakk would in turn do his own. Heading to the facilities Garrison, Thrakk speaks with the garrisons commander who advises him that they have insufficient man power to deal with the amount of workers that the facility hosted and due to that fact. There had been many minor breaches in security and open resistance was only a short time away. After a few moments Thrakk has all the information on the insurgent parties involved and sends an official request to the First Order Military Command to bring more troops for this garrison. In the mean time he tells the garrisons commander that he would provide his own soldiers until reinforcements arrived.
After leaving the Garrison, Thrakk gets in his shuttle along with his personal squad and takes off followed by three other shuttles. They head directly to to the residential area where the workers lived. Using the coordinates given to him, the shuttles touch down in the local landing area. Thrakk exits the ship followed by four of his trooper squads giving him 48 men in total. He transfers the data to the squad leaders and under the cover of darkness they move into the residential district. Each squad in charge of capturing an insurgent leader.
After about 20 minutes of moving through the abandoned streets Thrakk and his men com up to a rather large home for an indentured worker. Thrakks mean set up a security detail around the home while Thrakk moves inside. With the force he keeps the members of the insurgents family asleep while he looks for his target, whom he soon finds in a bedroom on the second floor. Through the force he paralyzes the man and drags him outside. His troopers cuffing his hands behind his back and then place a vocal silencer on him. Once the other teams had sent him a completion all squads with their prisoners make it back to the transports and take off without a single person in the residential district knowing of their presence there.
After a half an hour of flight time, the shuttles land at the FOB Thrakk had put in place hours ago. He moves the captives to holding cells and sends a transmission to Pellaeon.*
* Via Comm Channel *
" I have captured the leaders of the resistance, they shall be dealt with. Finish up with what you have left to do and then we are done here "
Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Apr 28, 2017 16:40:14 GMT -8
Pellaeon listened to message one more time, before taking a deep breath and hoping that the man actually had the resistance leaders and not just a bunch people that jealous neighbors had painted as resistance leaders, or worse loyal citizens set up to take the blame. He trusted that the man had been thorough in his investigation, and hoped it wasn't a mistake. He responded in with a pleasantly surprised tone.
You caught all of them, in one night? Impressive. Still, with the leaders gone, we now need to reinforce the peoples good will towards the First Order, so that new leaders don't rise up to fill the void. As you said, your part is done, the rest is dull paper work and official pleasantries. I'm sure the First Order has better uses for you than glorified clerk. I however, am not so fortunate. Please report complete success to our superiors. I shall be finished here within the week, if what you've said is true.
That was more or less accurate. He had some minor details to see to still, technically not part of the rebellious insurrection, but still a problem and hinderence to the FO's operation here. Mostly rooting out corruption in the local leaders, of which there wasn't much thankfully. However, one rather important official at the refinery was doing business on the side, and would be dealt with speedily starting this morning. The trial wouldn't take long. Pellaeon wouldn't have addressed it normally, but the man was tampering with the numbers of raw materials coming from the mines into the refinery, allowing him to sell some of the finished product at no cost to himself. The lower production numbers however meant the miners were being driven harder and given less rest during their shifts. Which wasn't something the miners were willing to tolerate. Apparently the man had been accused before, but bribed his way out of any formal charges. Pellaeon would not be so easily swayed. He believed in rewarding hard work and skill, not exploiting it.
Plus, he didn't want to abandon the planet so soon, as it would likely only contribute to the instability of the region. The new garrison units would arrive in a few days, and with them in place and settled, his departure wouldn't leave a void to be filled in the local power structure.
Post by Thrakk Valinor on May 1, 2017 23:26:54 GMT -8
* Through the force Thrakk delves into the minds of those he had captured finding that they where indeed the leaders of the insurrection. Commander Noctis brings out the five captives putting them on their knees in the center of the FO camp. Thrakk stands before the prisoners and with the slight motion of his hand, five of his troopers walk up behind the prisoner putting the muzzle of their blaster rifles only few inches of the prisoners heads. On Thrakks signal, his troops fire one shot into the back of each of the prisoners heads, their bodies slumping over onto the icy ground.
His job was done, and per his previous conversation with the Garrison commander, Thrakk instructs 100 of his men to stay behind until the Mygeeto situation stabilized. With that Thrakk and his men board their vessels and leave the planet*
Post by Krzesimir Viggo on May 18, 2017 17:09:02 GMT -8
Well, that went quite smoothly, all thing considered. Pellaeon counted himself fortunate to have avoided sending this little hot spot into a brilliant spark of resistance. Thrakk... had proven quite useful actually, though his ... methods were unorthodox, they certainly had a place in Pellaeon's list of available resources. The trial went quickly with his direct oversight, and the man was convicted for his crimes and sent to work in the mines himself. The new garrison was in place and things were running smoothly again. Pellaeon was giving things one last look over, before departing the world himself. He found everything as it should be, and requested that his superiors send seomone to follow up in a few months to capitalize on the new situation and further progress the world's productivity.
Pelleaon's forces lift off with precision, and move with decent co-ordination out of the atmosphere, and into hyperspace beyond.
Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Aug 18, 2017 17:40:35 GMT -8
After the recent rebellion upon Mygeeto, security had tightened while the oppression of non-Humans was increased almost tenfold. The newly appointed Moff of the planet had served well within past campaigns for the First Order. He had been deemed appropriate for Mygeeto due to his ruthlessness and harsh attitude. As such, he was able to whip the security forces of the planet into shape and further ensure the thriving Imperial population upon the icy world. Mining was carried out extensively by former mining departments of the IGBC, now labeled the Imperial Mining Corporation, which was under direct military rule, like most of the life within the First Order. Newly minted Imperial divisions arrived with the Governor's appointment, shoring up the defenses and ensuring that future rebellions were crushed with ease.
Post by Mok Januun (Darth Xygryl) on Sept 10, 2017 18:13:21 GMT -8
The small shuttle touched down near one of the larger glaciers. Mok was greatful of the fact that his grandfather, one of the Core 5 at the time of the Clone Wars, had provided such an accurate description of the location of the droid caches on each planet. One of the largest of said caches was on Mygeeto, second to only Serenno itself. As he entered the ice cavern, he noticed how well hidden it was, noting that it would prove quite an effective base. He walked for about 20 minutes before he came upon a button, now long frozen over. He ordered his bodyguards to cut open the ice, and they did. When he pressed the button, a keypad was revealed. Keying in the access code, he watched as the back of the cave slid away, revealing a passage. Striding inside, he followed the map given to him by Kalani before coming upon a blast door. Opening the blast door, he found himself in a massive hangar. Inside this cavernous space were 20 Munificent Class frigates, 2 Lucrehulk-Class battleships, and a Recuscant-Class lightdestroyer.. What was more impressive, however, was the amount of droids, enough to supply all these ships with the necessary crew and then some. Walking into the frosted over command center, he brushed some ice off the control panel, noting the various confederacy insignias on the wall. Seeing a holitransmitter, he activated it, watching as haze set over the projector before it shut down completely. Walking about, he noticed the commanders chair. After his droids brushed the ice off it, he sat down, resting his arms over the side of the chair. However, he was shocked when he accidentally pressed the droid activation sequence. Immediately, all of the old equipment began coming back to life, and he got up to see the droids unfold. Entering the control code, he set about observing his new base.
Post by Mok Januun (Darth Xygryl) on Sept 20, 2017 3:42:07 GMT -8
Things were going well in terms of set up. All of the bases systems had been activated and repaired, and he had begun funneling credits and weaponry to small resistance groups. Every day, small convoys of MTT's protected by AAT's would leave the base full of weapons, credits, and droids. These would be delivered to the native resistance. He would use them to destabilize the planet, then sweep in with his army and take over the planet, which would bring the Seperatist Alliance out of mothballs.
Post by Kaylriya Volskaya on Sept 20, 2017 19:35:55 GMT -8
Using the scanners on her ship, she found a Sheathpede-Class shuttle next to a large glacier. Landing her ship next to it, she hopped out of the cockpit and began approaching the entrance to a cave. She ran down the cave and arrived at a dead end. Activating the scanners in her visor, she looked around, and found a small button well hidden behind some ice. She pressed it, and all of a sudden, a keypad appeared. Easily hotwiring the panel, she entered the base. As she reached an intersection, she heard the clanking of battle droid feet and hid behind a wall. The battle droids were carrying some rocket launchers to the other exit of the facility. Waiting for them to pass, she continued on, arriving at the hangar bay. She was taken aback by the size of it, and the amount of ships inside, facing vertically, ready to launch at any moment. She noticed the command center and sprinted up the stairs, keeping out of the sight lines of the cameras and droids. Soon, she arrived at the entrance to the center and cut open the door. She then stepped inside, looking directly at Mok and his two MagnaGuards.
Post by Mok Januun (Darth Xygryl) on Sept 21, 2017 6:41:21 GMT -8
Mok spun around quickly at the sound of the door falling over. Noticing Kaylriya standing at the door, his Magnaguards moved to kill her. She drew her swords as the droids ignited their electrostaffs. Mok quickly hopped out of his chair, running for the exit on the other side of the room. He jumped into the elevator platform while on his datapad. He released all of the ground forces, and ordered all the ships to prepare for takeoff. As the main entrance opened up, releasing the droids put onto the surface of Mygeeto. He ran aboard his light destroyer and sealed up the door behind him. The main hanger doors opened. And the people living in the capital city of Mygeeto couldn't have been more surprised as 23 armed warships blasted from the surface, headed for the atmosphere.
Post by Mok Januun (Darth Xygryl) on Sept 21, 2017 19:33:32 GMT -8
In the streets of Mygeeto, a fight had broke out between the oppressed Muuns and the Imperial Garrison. Suddenly, a hail of laser fire cut through several stormtroopers as the entire Separatist army marched into the city. As AAT’s hammered at the enemy troops and MTT’s began deploying their droids, overhead flew droid gunships, raining missiles upon the First Order’s garrison. As Octuptara droids pounded missiles into the defenses of the stormtroopers, Kalani sat back, satisfied with how the invasion was going.
Post by Grand Admiral Zuhel on Sept 22, 2017 9:50:40 GMT -8
The stormtrooper garrison has been pushed back to the central sections of the city, where the First-Class citizens lived. As the droid army began pounding the barricades that protected this important area, the stormtroopers looked at each other apprehensively; they very well knew this could be their last fight. However thei musings were interrupted when suddenly several atmospheric assault landers touched down nearby, deploying Vlusu’s elite troops. Meanwhile, several TIE bombers flew in and rained fire upon the droids destroying most of their army as well as killing many of the newly liberated Muuns. As the wounded were evacuated, Vlusu’s troops were able to destroy what remained of the droid army in little over 30 minutes, effectively ending the crisis. His troops then began rounding up the Muuns that had welcomed the droid invaders and started lining them up, executing them twelve at a time as their families stood by helplessly. In addition, whatever little valuables these Muuns possessed were piled up and destroyed with flamethrowers. However, not all was destruction, as small pockets of the richer Muuns had actively fought the droids, sabotaging supply lines, vehicles, and destroying infrastructure such as bridges ahead of them. These Muuns were being helped up by the elite corps, given fresh supplies and were reunited with their families before they were put on board the assault landers and ferried up to the fleet for medical treatment.
leadership and loyalty are both two-bladed weapons. Each can be twisted from its intended purpose. The consequences are never pleasant.
Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 19, 2018 11:19:26 GMT -8
Mining operations went forward as planned, even as the First Order became an Empire. By orders of the Emperor, the workers were given time to relax for a few days before going back to their jobs. It was called the Emperor's benevolence, but there were those that grumbled quietly. Many had witnessed the two rebellions on the planet and how they were ruthlessly smashed by First Order ground forces. Everyone kept their head down and obeyed the law of their Imperial overlords. There wasn't even a whisper of breaking out or attempts at fleeing... Mygeeto had become a pacified world as a result of the devastation.
Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jul 3, 2018 5:18:11 GMT -8
Mygeeto had recently seen a change in its demographics with a fresh wave of Imperial colonization falling over the planet, resulting in small settlements being concentrated in a certain area. Mygeeto did have some notable cities, left from before the Clone Wars Era, but the Emperor desired to thoroughly Imperialize the planet, utilizing his handy Imperial Civil Services to promote the cause and bring willing colonists to the planet. Also to better monitor this world which had been a source of trouble in the past for the Emperor.
Post by Captain Aureate on Nov 28, 2018 19:26:47 GMT -8
The Vardosian ex-fighter baron’s estate was by no means large or extravagant, but it would certainly be considered comfortable and tasteful. A far cry from the high vaulted ceilings of Coruscant, and a far cry from the cold efficiency of the ImpCom on Harnadian, it offered a taste of both worlds. Elegance and efficiency. Offering both class while still retaining its roots as the place of living for an ex-soldier who valued discipline in his life. Built specifically to offer a breathtaking vista of a shimmering blue lake surrounded by pearl-white crystalline formations, it was a location that was relatively untouched by civilization. The house itself was of a relatively open design, with enormous windows that could be, of course, dimmed with the touch of a button, making up the entirety of the side facing the lake itself. However, behind the beautiful, classy façade was a working environment. There was a hangar for his pride and joy, his TIE/d Elite, that opened right up the top of the mountain to launch the craft, and an area where he could work on his armor and his blasters. This was where he kept his armor, naturally, suspended in a glass cylinder, ready to be used at any time.
There were only a few people who came out to this remote house regularly, and those were mostly his COMPForce squad members. Though he had retired from active service, he would not put down arms for the Empire just yet. There were just as many threats within the First Order as outside it. And he would do his part in seeing these threats eliminated. He and his squad mates were extremely close freinds, as they were all veterans of various parts of the army and navy. One was even slated for some secret spec ops project, but he had taken a bowcaster bolt to the knee during an operation gone wrong on Kashykk. On this fine day, where the sun was shining radiantly overhead, the men were busy playing billiards, drinking Corellian brandy, talking about work and wives, and generally carrying on, as one might expect a geoup of friends to. Gradually, however, the topic shifted away to more serious matters, specifically the current state of the war against the Galactic Alliance, the recent additions to the Imperial roster of stars and rising stars, and other such matters.
“The Galactic Alliance is finished, Roggvir. Surely you can see that by now.”
It isn’t a matter of “if” that concerns me, it’s a matter of “when”. This is a very pricy war, the Empire can’t keep it up forever.
Yeah, but the whole situation is about to go nuclear. You know that already. The Alliance is probably on its last legs.
But you see how the aliens detest us. If we were to lose the offensive, they would probably rise up in our moment of weakness, Ulfric.
Pfft. That’s a bunch of kriffing crap. They’re barely able to organise themselves, let alone pull off something of the caliber that a revolt would take. They’re spineless.
“That may be true, but a bunch of spineless idiots can still do damage if there are enough of them,”
The discussion trundled on in this circuitous manner until Erhard noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He had been trained to spot moving things as part of his training. And there was something moving. There, out near the water. Some... things in reflective suits. They stood out due to the fact that the sun was bouncing off them in all directions, making the suits more than suspicious. But more than that, this was a no man’s land. Nobody ever came out here, unless they wanted to die or were going to die anyway. Or they were up to something. Alerting the other men, he grabbed a pair of binoculars left conveniently on a nearby table and squinted through the lenses, looking at the figures. They were clearly not human, judging by their massive, bulbous, elongated heads, that much was clear. What wasn’t clear was why they weren’t setting off any of the infrared scanners along the lake, or why they were carrying what appeared to be a cart behind them.
“Well... we may have something here. Come and have a peek.”