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Post by Alkor Centaris on Sept 30, 2015 17:15:14 GMT -8
Brief confusion painted the Reaver's face as his weapon shuddered in his hands but didn't fire, before suddenly detonating in a ball of orange flame and glinting shrapnel. The force of the blast hammered the Mandalorian sideways and into the street, smoke rising from the stumps of his neck and wrists, his beskar scorched black by the fire.
None of the other men spared the corpse a glance, their gazes remaining trained on the force user and their fingers tight on the triggers of their heavy blaster rifles. Their steady lateral movements had caused their formation to drift apart and took all but the man who'd fired it out of the second grenade's range. Even he barely had to recoil, two staggering steps backward and a drop to one knee proving sufficient to abate the concussive aftershock. Teeth bared, the Reaver remained on one knee and resumed firing.
The force user proved adept at deflecting their first volley of shots, but then again, they usually were. Experience during the Crusades told the veterans their target's energy would begin to lag, his blade would slow, and eventually a bolt would make it through. A constant offensive was also necessary in order to keep them pre-occupied with defending and make it more difficult for them to crush your skull with a wave of their hand.
Saris came to a halt as he reached the four-way intersection where his unit was engaged. He was on the force user's left side; the lanes to his right and behind him were occupied only by the awkward, terrified Muuns running in every direction. Tightening his grip on the hilts of his beskade, the sergeant rattled off a silent prayer of tribute to Kad and then broke into a jog, making a wide loop to his right in order to circle behind the force user. Smoke plumed between the Dark Jedi and his enemies. Battles like this could end in a fraction of an instant. One false step on a physical or mental level spelled doom. Alkor seized the opportunity to stay alive. His body rushed with adrenaline and gorged itself on vile, elemental energies as they seeped into his limbs. Annoyance gave way to anger as he let the floodgates open, and Alkor pounced on the nearest gunman. It was not a beautiful lunge, nor did it happen with ease. He rushed with his saber first, slamming the weapon viciously into the firearm to force the shots wide. Alkor grabbed at the shoulder of his victim and twisted at breakneck speed, attempting to bring the lightly armored enemy into the line of fire and buy him a moment's reprieve. As he swung round his human shield, Alkor let out a huff and his body sagged from the monstrous rush of brutal power he drew upon. His eyes narrowed and he kept his focus thin in order to maintain the pace he had hammered out for himself. It would be necessary to cut them all down. |
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Post by Soku Ren on Nov 29, 2015 17:32:16 GMT -8
*Reaching the vault-spire of Mariunhus was the only task that wasn't as simple as he would have liked. He couldn't have taken his own boat or ship, else he would have been easily spotted. He could swim, but still the odds of being detected were too great. Fortunately, a foolproof alternative became clear to him: A cargo ship transporting goods to the city would be departing soon. Keeping himself cloaked in shadow, he moved through the docks, finding a porthole in the lower decks that he could open with the Force and slip through. This led to the cargo area, which was perfect for maintaining his cover of darkness.
All he needed to do now was wait for the ship to depart. The process was preceded by a handful of Muun crewman checking the cargo hold; use of the shadows ensured that he would not be seen. Finally, the ship departed for the vault-spire. He remained confined to his shadowy cover throughout the journey, waiting for the ship to dock; while the crew were busy unloading and disembarking, he would make his escape.
An escape that worked flawlessly, allowing him to slip into the streets. The city wasn't quite in the best shape, what with the recent attacks, but there were several cleanup crews and contractors attempting to restore some of the damage. It was pitiful, but he kept his thoughts to himself; his mission was not to judge, but to discover what exactly the Banking Clan remnants were hiding and planning, and how they could put a stop to it. Order, after all, must be maintained, if Muunilinst was to thrive once more...*
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 29, 2015 20:01:56 GMT -8
While all seemed normal to the eyes of anyone present, there were some flawed details that would present some suspicion if one lingered long enough. The first, and most obvious, was the absence of any Muun natives whatsoever. In fact, the streets seemed relatively dead and the buildings were dark and still. While construction was very apparent, there appeared to be no one to house the place once repairs were performed.
The second was the lack of obvious security. Whereas Harnaidan was patrolled actively by Stormtrooper squads under the Grand General's orders, there were only morsels of IGBC security that walked around. And most of those present kept to the rooftops, scanning the horizon and the skies instead of the streets below. It seemed odd that such a highly valued holding of the Banking Clan seemed voided of any tight security, especially with the Imperials on their front door.
As time went on, a convoy of hover vehicles would come streaming from out of the city and make their way along the main venue towards the very top central area of the vault-spire which would be the evident location of the IGBC's remnant headquarters. These trucks rather massive; each truck able to carry enough to carry supplies to last Harnaidan a month or two perhaps. The convoy would be seen streaming towards the main entrance with the rooftop security giving them quick and discreet glances before returning to their duties. The convoy would halt at the entrance and await clearance to enter the interior of the vault spire.
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Post by Soku Ren on Nov 30, 2015 18:19:53 GMT -8
*Moving through the streets and alleys of Mariunhus was perhaps too easy. Other than construction crews, sentient life was stunningly absent. Particularly Muuns and visible security... though the seeming lack of the latter was not enough for him to drop his guard; not all security was plain to see. And, as it turned out, the security wasn't all absent, just almost entirely.
He crept up an unmanned scaffolding in attempt to get a better view of his current location and destination, and this was where he learned where security was actually located: Upon the rooftops, scanning, watching.* "Pathetic," *he muttered under his breath as he descended toward street level once more. But then he considered another possibility: Perhaps the security was lacking, or perhaps the majority of whatever forces loyal to the Chairman were simply gathering together, preparing for some sort of strike?
Either option was possible, and he had to doubt very many were that loyal to the Banking Clan, particularly given recent events. The General had done very well at bringing relief to those present, while the Banking Clan continued to dissent. Anyone that sided with them was foolish, and would also be wiped out, if he had his say.
The whine of hovertrucks reached his ears. Quickly he followed the sound, spotting a convoy making its way down the main avenue. They were large, clearly making for the Banking Clan's headquarters... He smirked. This looked like a lead, and would provide a quicker means to his target. Crouching in the shadows, he waited for the opportune moment, then he darted forward, diving out underneath one of the trucks and rolling onto his back, gripping onto the underside. It was far from a comfortable position, but comfort must be sacrificed for results.
When the convoy came to a halt, he tilted his head back enough to see their current location. Just outside of the vault-spire itself... Excellent. They were almost inside. He just had to hold on a little bit longer...*
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 30, 2015 22:27:30 GMT -8
A few Muun guards spoke to one another before one turned and waved the convoy forward. The defensive perimeter was deactivated long enough for the hovertrucks to roar to life once more and drive forward into the vault-spire. Upon entering it, tighter security was evident by the amount of patrols; both organic and... non-organic. The clanking of droid feet could be heard as several approached the hovertruck, inspecting the arrival of the supplies from an unknown location. However, these were not the simple battle droids of the Clone Wars, but current models used by the Banking Clan in their security forces. Compared to their skinny and fragile cousins, these droids appeared to be modified versions of the IG-100 Magnaguards. Money bought the IGBC a cheap military, especially when that cheap military didn't bleed nor question orders.
The hovertrucks would move along the wide open base of the vault-spire, passing by crowds of droids, Muun guards and Banking officials who were clearly inspecting various aspects of the spire. Yet the heightened security wasn't enough of an alarm to report; this was the last stronghold of the Banking Clan so it would be obvious that they would have rather tight security. Security that failed to look under the hovertrucks though...
The convoy moved towards the far end of the spire and would enter a darker tunnel that seemed to go downward. Each truck was inspected for its cargo and proper papers were examined before the trucks were allowed through. Eventually, the truck hiding the Operative would move into this subterranean tunnel and move for its final destination. The tunnel was voided of security, given the fact that these were lumbering hovertrucks and not some skinny hovercar. The tunnels seemed to go on forever till a tremor was felt upon the frame of the hovertruck. A tremor that had a methodical beat to it, like... a giant hammer... a series of giant hammers...
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Post by Soku Ren on Dec 2, 2015 19:49:14 GMT -8
*Talking. Questions. A security inspection, conducted by sentients and... droids? He chanced a glance from beneath the vehicle, taking note of the droids. These were not the droids the InterGalactic Banking Clan were famous for, but something different... Modified versions of stronger droids perhaps. Worthy of a report? Perhaps so... He would keep these in mind, and prayed that they deemed the underside of the hovertruck unworthy to inspect.
Fortunately, this seemed to be the case, and once more the convoy moved. It was difficult to glimpse the goings-on from beneath, even with heightened senses. There was a general sense of security and perhaps urgency, and there were multiple sentients and droids in these parts. He could not help but get the feeling they were preparing for something, and yet he had little proof to back up any assumptions. He was here to recon, to find out exactly what the General needed to hear in order to put a plan into motion to silence these incompetent dissenters.
The convoy stopped for another checkup, again ignoring the hitchhiker beneath, before descending into a darker tunnel. Subterranean passageways? Was the Banking Clan's command center stationed underwater? It was a lengthy stretch of tunnel, but soon that thought vanished when he felt the tremors within, the thudding of what felt like rhythmic hammers. He looked up at the underside of the truck, aware he couldn't see through it, and frowned. Some kind of machinery had activated within... but what? He heightened his senses, keeping alert. Soon, he'd have his answers...*
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 2, 2015 20:04:55 GMT -8
The convoy began to slow as the descent of the tunnel leveled out and continue for some more meters. Yet as it leveled out, the amount of light within the tunnel began to become more and more as the convoy was approaching something. The tremors becoming louder and more evident as the light drew closer. For a moment, the Operative's eyes would have adjust as the hovertruck carrying their unsuspecting passenger entered a massive cavern, not natural, but man-made it seemed.
A quick glance from where he was could see even more security present. Except it wasn't just Muuns; there were Neimoidian mercenaries, Iortan Guard members, even some Quarren soldiers-for-hire. Among them stood the modified IG-100 MagnaGuards that were seen on the upper security area. Muun technicians, among other technologically experienced races such as Skakoans and Humans, were present as they seemed to be in some sort of routine.
As the convoy went further down the way, a new set of legs were seen... skinny and mechanical followed by some thick and dark blue legs. If the Operative could get a better look, the appearance of B-1s and B-2s would come into view. They were dusty and not operating; some of their metal was scarred and rusty from being stored for so long. These columns of inoperative droids seemed to go on for miles from what could be seen. In fact, there were probably thousands upon thousands of these. The entire time, the hammering sounds could be heard above, perhaps some sort of assembly line or repair facility.
Eventually the hovertrucks would begin making a line in some storage area as powered down and set down to unload their cargo. This entire facility, to the Operative, was a evidence heaven. Everywhere the sounds, appearances and smells reeked of conspiracy, plotting and scheming. Plots that were mostly aimed against the Imperials and General Delvardus.
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Post by Soku Ren on Dec 7, 2015 18:43:21 GMT -8
*The scenery began to change once more, light returning to his vision. After his eyes adjusted, he took note of his surroundings. A mining chamber perhaps? Carefully peering out from under the edge, he took note of various other species present, of various professions... Something seemed very off about the personnel present, and he was absolutely certain the only answer was that the Banking Clan was planning some sort of insurrection.
Or perhaps bolstering their own defenses in case of counterattack...
He had to be sure he was considering every angle objectively, but he was biased towards keeping order. And if the Banking Clan was intent on continuing to take away from the order the General and the Remnant had brought to the damaged world, he had his doubts that their intents were anything but malevolent.
The presence of old Clone Wars era battle droids, in extraordinarily high number, only reaffirmed this in his mind. They were not quite in perfect shape, but perhaps that was why they were here. Perhaps that was what these trucks were for...
When the convoy at last came to a halt, he quickly released his grip and slipped away into the shadowy areas, surveying the new surroundings in greater detail. A storage area... Jackpot. This would have everything he needed and more to discredit the Chairman—what little credit he had left, that was—and silence him. The only question now was: Where to look? It was a veritable treasure trove, and, like a child in a candy store, it was difficult to begin where to start...*
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 17, 2015 18:28:33 GMT -8
A trio of Muuns were walking nearby. They appeared to be observing the trucks that arrived and the cargo being unloaded. The badges upon their chest indicated they were high ranking members of the IGBC hierarchy. The symbol, engraved upon the gold plate, showed that they were overseers of the industrial sector, one of the many departments in which the Banking clan invested and extracted money from. Given Mariunhus and its natural resources churned from the depths of volcanic veins, these sorts of personnel would be all over the place. The leader of the trio, who would be identified as Executive, looked at the pair with him.
The Chairman's recent speech was an inspiring one wasn't it?
Heh! Sure was! Those Imperialist swine will get overthrown eventually. The IGBC rules Muunilist, no one else!
I hear the Chairman's first phase is already in motion. The droid was already outfitted and slipped into the pool back at Harnaidan. Seems we will be drinking to success soon. I already got several cases of a fine liquor from the southern hemisphere in my office for that occasion.
You mean... that service droid we outfitted? Its already been shipped??
Indeed so. Hopefully the first phase will be complete and we can begin phase two... the blitz in the wake of the vacuum.
The Muuns laugh with each other before walking off to continue their surveillance of the cargo being unloaded. From what was withdrawn, the Operative could notice replacement parts for the inoperative droids, mass produced blaster rifles for the security and droid troops as well as other materials that could be used for defensive turrets, repeating blasters and thicker plate doors. It was clear this convoy was an illegally acquired military-grade cargo. Most likely acquired either by a hidden armory upon the planet or shipped from off planet through the planetary traffic.
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Post by Soku Ren on Dec 17, 2015 20:38:17 GMT -8
*He watched them begin to unload the materials from the trucks, and it appeared to him that there was not a single object here that wasn't a weapon, or a component of one. Blasters, droids, turret materials... They truly were serious about a coup, weren't they? Planting a suggestion wasn't even needed then, but that they were so ornery they would challenge the peace and control the Remnant brought to Muunilinst? It made him furious, the dark side burning within him as he truly desired to tear through these pieces with his blade, run the Chairman through on it...
But doing so would compromise the General. Even if he claimed no affiliation, who else would send a Force-user against the Banking Clan? He gained control of his emotions, clenching his fist, the air shaking around it. No; he would report back to the general in due time.
He took note of voices, slipping closer in order to get a better listen. Muun, three of them, important personnel too. One was even an Executive... And they seemed so sickeningly sure of their leader's success. He almost spat; poisoned, their minds were. Wait, a droid? One of theirs? In Harnaidan? A droid whose success they were banking on, talks of a "vacuum..."
He grit his teeth, nearly slamming the fist against the wall. He wanted to kill these men, but he had to contain himself; let them make the first move. Then they could eradicate them. But he had to warn the General straight away.
Glancing up at the walls of the cavern, he doubted his comm had the strength to reach above the surface and to the General's location. No other choice but to make his way back to the surface, keeping to the shadows as much as possible. Clearing the security checkpoints were the most difficult hurdle, requiring a clever combination of distraction and creating a path to escape through without leaving a trace. He bounded up the very steep incline that had led down into the depths, slipped into the shadows of the vault-spire city, sneaking past work crews and observers.
Once he was certain his comm was within range and he'd secured a secluded area in which he would not be overheard, he tore his commlink from his belt, tuning into the General's private frequency, and spoke.* "General, be advised, there's already an assassination plan in motion, a 'service droid.' Repeat, 'service droid' assassination plan in motion." *There was a mixture of urgency and anger in his voice. He hoped he was not too late.
And if he was, the streets would flood with Muun blood.*
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 20, 2015 19:29:54 GMT -8
It seemed like many hours woud passed since the attempted communication was made by the Operative. No communication had been attempted in return, no word from the Grand General, no word from any of the senior officers. Yet by the eighth hour since the communication was sent, klaxons suddenly went off throughout the entire underground facility under Mariunhus. Personnel were running all over the place, chaos seemed to ensue in just a matter of seconds. At first, the reasons behind this were unclear, yet a passing Muun dropped the mention of an approaching Imperial army and a pair of Star Destroyers as they went by the Operative's hiding place. It seemed that, whether the attempt was successful or not, the Imperials were reacting in full force. They had been given the exact excuse they needed to extinguish the IGBC...
The facility shook several times as long-range turbolasers from the approaching Star Destroyers nailed the spire vault and the grounds around the IGBC's current HQ. Droids could be seen being turned on; some fell apart at their seams due to their rusty state, but others managed to keep it together and march off towards the surface. Security troopers rushed for the surface, followed by squads of mercenaries and other armed individuals. Rolling and hovering was heard as the Operative noticed Clone War era droid battle tanks and Hailfire Droids rolling out from further within the facility. It seemed this underground complex was much deeper and larger than what was originally believed.
Nonetheless, with all these essential personnel making for the surface, security where the Operative was located was now minimal and stretched. Perhaps the way to the Chairman and his high-ranking confederates was wide open then. A tempting target in the coming warzone...
Upon the surface...
Many of the emplacement artillery batteries that the IGBC managed to link up and set along the vantage points of Mariunhus were annihilated in the opening salvos from the long-range turbolasers. Those pockets that remained began blasting into the sky as gunships, shuttles and combat barges moved to land on the outskirts of Mariunhus. Imperial artillery, set up a ways away, began returning salvos of lasers and missiles back at the mounted artillery. The vanguard of this assault force were ten AT-ATs, supported by TIE fighter and bomber air superiority along with elements of the 19th and 20th Legion. AT-STs, Repulsortanks, and TIE land craft led the infantry's charge for the outskirts of Mariunhus as the AT-ATs began blasting away with their heavy armament at the heavier gun emplacements.
As the Stormtroopers met the outskirts of Mariunhus, they were greeted with E-Web Repeating Blasters and a strong presence of IGBC-backed mercenary companies and heavily armed security personnel. The droid soldiers were still making their way up to the surface so time was needed to get them deployed properly. Yet gaps were forced open as Imperial Knights streamed from the crowds of white-armored soldiers to cut through lines. Pockets were terminated and the Legions continued moving forward with great momentum. Soon street fighting began to happen within the very outward districts of Mariunhus. Stormtroopers were ordered to maul down anyone who was a threat and that was exactly was what done. Laser fire blasted through pockets of resistance and plowed through defensive lines. As gaps opened up across the defensive perimeter, armored units pushed through, creating deep gouges within the IGBC's unprepared defenses.
In truth, the Banking Clan had not prepared for such a vicious response from the occupying Imperial forces. There were those that even attempted to surrender than die for IGBC, but they too were gunned down by Stormtroopers. For as the Chairman showed no mercy in his attempt to restore his power, the Imperials would show no mercy to those who attempted to break the order and stability that they had brought to Muunilist. And the attempt on the Grand General's life was enough of an excuse to finish the job once and for all.
The fighting was overseen and coordinated from the bridge of the Mordred, one of the approaching Victory II-class Star Destroyers, where NIcademus and senior officers of his staff ensured orders were carried out and attack formations were fulfilled. Reinforcements were pulled in from the various reserve Legions. As the 19th and 20th Legion pushed deep into Mariunhus, the 23rd Legion was landed and pulled up to act as a quick response reserve for the advancing Imperial forces. The 21st and 22nd Legion were landed on the right flank of the city and opened a new front in this ongoing battle, putting more and more pressure on the dissolving IGBC defensive formations. As the push was made on the center and right, the left flank reeled back and attempted to aid in their comrades struggle, only to join the rising piles of corpses.
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Post by Soku Ren on Dec 20, 2015 21:44:19 GMT -8
*Silence. There was no response to his call. For a moment, he feared the worst, and when he'd heard the dull thud from miles away, the signal of an explosion, he emptily stared toward the horizon. Had his signal been too weak from here? Had he not been in time? Had he lost the man who was most capable of bringing order and obedience to the galaxy? The Muuns would pay! The Banking Clan, all of them, not a single resident of this island would live after this day!
But no... there was no loss in the Force. No void created in his soul. He sensed pain... but also anger. Determination. The General was alive... and Mariunhus would fall.
It brought joy to him, and his lips curled into a twisted smile. They had made their move. Given them all they had needed to strike back, to eradicate them without appearing the aggressor. Now all he had to do was wait for the General to give his command... And wait... and wait...
The order, it seemed, would not come timely.
He frowned, but begrudgingly allowed it. Far away, he felt the organization of units, the preparations of battle, the hunger for a fight. They were gathering, preparing to strike on Mariunhus in full. A display then. The Banking Clan would be totally eradicated, an example against those who would stand against the order and peace the Imperial Remnant brought to this world, and soon to other worlds. And if that weren't enough of a message to send...
He almost grinned as he lifted his comlink once more, but this time tuned into another frequency.* "Blend in with the coming military. Join me here. It is time we make it known who we are."
*Through the crackle, a nasally voice replied,* "Yes, sir," *before the connection was cut.
He then sat, folding his arms, and meditated. He drew upon the Force, letting the dark side fill him. It was time to save his strength and build up reserves, for when he was loosed, anyone in his way would soon find themselves victim to his wrath. Hours he meditated, beginning to grow impatient for order's sake, until at last the alarms blaring from the vault-spire broke him of his trance and he looked to the sky.*
"At last." *He sneered, rising to his feet as the troops of Mariunhus began to mobilize. He had half a mind to engage, take them by surprise, whittle their numbers to make an easier battle for the General's coming forces. One look at their state, however, made him laugh to himself. They were pathetic. Broken. Disorganized. The Imperials didn't need his help.
But surely this left the lower city under-defended... left the Chairman vulnerable... He smirked, standing, his lightsaber hilt reaching his palm. Orange light rent the air as he stepped out into the open. Any personnel in his way was mowed down, any blasterfire redirected back towards its source, as he rushed back into the deeper levels of Mariunhus. The Chairman was his.
Soon, the Banking Clan would fall...*
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*At the edge of Mariunhus, the troops did not notice their passenger hiding in the shadows. His dark cloak and hood allowed him to blend into his environment, his discipline keeping his pheromones in check, as he came along for the ride to the battlefield, a metal rod held eagerly in his grip.
Battle... he craved it. Once upon a time not so long ago, he'd thought he'd seen his last battle, thought his existence in this plane of life had come to an end. But a narrow escape had led to a fateful meeting with an unlikely ally. Both without a home, they'd abandoned their former teachings and took on new ones, new identities, and now were pledging their loyalty to a grander organization, one far more competent than those they had previously served. Once more he would find glory on the battlefield. Once more, foes would fall to his weapon.
When the troopers cleared out of the transport, he slipped out behind them, cloaking himself with the Force. He crept his way behind enemy lines, setting up position away from where the main forces of the General had engaged those of Mariunhus.
Then a hiss was heard as his cloak flew, revealing a lengthy red, flexible beam of energy belonging to a Rodian man outfitted in black leather. The lightwhip lashed out at the shocked and unsuspecting Muun and hired mercenary defenders, mowing them down as he danced and flicked his wrist, the whip itself seemingly possessing its own coordination, a deadly performance. The thrill of battle rushed into him, fueling his movements and his attacks. And he grinned a Rodian grin as lives were put to an end.
He was at last unleashed.*
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Post by Harnan Ren on Dec 20, 2015 22:26:14 GMT -8
As the order to attack was given, a smile crept across Harnan's face as he sat atop one of the vanguard AT-ATs as it made its way towards Mariunhus, whilst artillery fire filled the air around the walkers. It was a glorious sight, with the might of the Imperials descending upon the traitorous IGBC stronghold, which his brothers were already beginning their assaults upon. Harnan fitted his helmet, before rising to his feet with the aide of his saber pike as the AT-AT continued on its path towards the city. His cloak fluttered about in the wind as he tapped the butt of his staff against the roof of the walker, increasing in frequency before drawing his lightsaber hilt and launching himself off the roof and into the air with the force.
The blades crackled to life as Harnan landed amongst a group of mercenaries, making quick work of the soldiers as he crouched low and made a wide sweep with his sabers, cutting them down to size beofre he rose to his full height. He spun the Pike around in his hand, reversing his grip on the shaft of the weapon, before stabbing them each through the chest, whilst using his saber to deflect incoming blaster bolts, and the shield strapped to his back absording a couple of shots that managed to get past his saber.
Pulling the pike from the last of his initial victims, Harnan turned his attention towards the failing defence lines as the stormtroopers crushed what passed for the Banking Clan's attempt at overthrowing the Imperials. He shifted his grip on the pike again, and held it horizontally behind his back as he charged forward to join the battle proper and cut down any who would oppose the Imperials
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2015 21:51:30 GMT -8
After the LAAT/i's and LAAT/c's bearing the troops and AT-TE's of the 25th have set down in their designated LZ's and offloaded their troops and tanks, Nicolina orders two pairs of LAAT/i's to do a high altitude fly-over of Mariunhus to do a scanner sweep in an effort to locate the more obviously placed IGBC troop staging areas and artillery batteries to survive the initial long-range attacks so that the Vic II's supporting the assault on the city can direct their next salvos of long-range turbolaser fire with more precision. Ordering her platoon leaders to send their forward observers/ FiSTers in under cover of the continuing turbolaser fire, Nicolina then coordinates with the commanders of the 19th and 20th Legion to ensure that the assault on the city is as surgical in its precision as it is merciless in its execution.
Using the intel gathered from the divison's FiSTers, Nicolina guides her men and women accordingly; employing available gunships and tanks when necessary to support the Stormtroopers as they first encircle the city and then begin closing in upon it like a fist, relentlessly crushing any IGBC mercenaries or security forces they encounter. As the combined assault of the 19th, 20th, and 25th begins to near the vault spire, Nicolina orders SSG Solberg and a select few other platoon commanders to begin maneuvering their platoons into position to join the final assault on the IGBC HQ when the time comes. Intent on leading her troops from the front when the time comes, Nicolina has PV2 Nirav 74 comm WO1 Calenda, one of her Larty pilots, so that a gunship will be prepped and ready to transport her when the moment to join her troops in battle finally arrives.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 23, 2015 22:45:33 GMT -8
A collective response to the above posts...
Despite the initial momentum, resistance by the IGBC began to stiffen as the defensive perimeter was pushed to the midway point between the advancing Imperial forces and the vault spire itself. More security personnel and mercenaries, drawn from the depths of now temporarily shut-down manufacturing plant, surfaced with additional support. In fact, forward Stormtrooper units began reporting the presence of Clone War era Battle Droid companies augmenting the standing defensive forces. As the first companies surfaced, the Banking Clan was able to halt the Imperial momentum, even temporarily.
Stormtroopers and IGBC forces traded shots around the mid-section of the city. This forced the Grand General to send a Legion along the left flank in order to sweep around and break this stalemate. The unit chosen was the 25th Legion. AT-ST/as, the assault version of the iconic AT-ST, were added to this thrust along the left flank. Within moments of landing the 25th Legion, the Stormtroopers rushed forward, followed by a full contingent of armor. This sudden attack along the barely defended left flank rolled up and crashed along the flank of the defensive line formed within the mid-section of Mariunhus. Within seconds of this successful thrust, the center and right army groups renewed their offensive and pushed forward. The defensive line of the Banking Clan was massacred... Flametroopers came forth, carrying weaponry that shot out hot jets of fire into buildings and bunkers, torching those who tried to hide within the structures. Artillery roared overhead and smashed just ahead of the advancing Imperial forces. Death rained upon the retreating IGBC forces as they moved for the last line of defense near the vault spire...
Within the vault spire...
The thin defensive forces present within the vault spire were either ignored or swiftly dispatched as the Operative moved to intercept, or at least seek out, the Chairman Damask. As the battle raged overhead, the Chairman began to order a full relocation of assets and necessary personnel to a fortress within the mountains to the northwest. He was already planning an escape route out of a rear landing area that rested some ten miles outside of Mariunhus. The platform was connected to the vault spire through a recently added transportation tunnel. The Chairman sought to make his escape before the Imperials arrived.
As the Chairman rushed down a corridor, carrying a small and ornate box of credits, one of his security detail informed him of Sector 7's security personnel going quiet. He even got sudden reports of a shadowy figure moving through the complex, swiftly closing the gap between the Chairman's location and the would-be assailant. The Chairman scoffs.
Send more units! Close off the main access points and ensure a tight watch then, Captain! Its your job to keep my head on my shoulder, now perform it or I will easily find your replacement among those present. These blasted Imperials will not a single finger on my gold!
The Chairman then rushes down the hallway towards the hovertrain tunnel that was just down a few more levels. As the Captain gave the orders for reinforcements, he left some of the security detail behind to deal with the approaching threat. Those left behind were Iotran mercenaries; a warlike and discipline species that once went toe to toe with Clone armies of the Old Republic. Yet unknown to these Iotrans, what approached them wasn't some commando, but rather, something far more dangerous...
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Post by Soku Ren on Dec 23, 2015 23:33:56 GMT -8
*He could feel the conflict begin on the shore, the fierce show of the Imperials, the fear and desperation of the Banking Clan's forces, the pain, the death... the presences of his comrades entering the fray. His Rodian comrade pleased to enter battle, unleashing himself and giving himself into the heat of battle... It was enriching and empowering, that their efforts were being put to this grand goal of eliminating those who would deny order...
He never stopped running. Never slowed his pace, using his weapon to mow through any defenders in the way or the Force to remove others from his path. He knew his target, he knew where the Chairman had holed himself up. It was a matter of getting there in time, before the slime could evacuate. No doubt he had some kind of escape plan, any coward would. And that was what the Chairman was: A coward. Filth who couldn't fight his battles on his own.
He no longer felt it was enough to simply kill him. He had to make an example out of him. Out of all cowards, out of all who would challenge the order and peace...
The building. He had made it there. Iotran guards lay in wait, and when they saw the cloaked figure darting in their direction with blade alight, they became afraid. Then they grew overconfident; they outnumbered the oncoming foe, right? They could take him!
But their bolts found themselves deflected, lodging within the flesh of the defenders. Those that had escaped death by blasters found themselves dropped at the edge of the man's sword. He burst inside, seeking out the Chairman through the Force. His sniveling, fearful presence was heavily defined, and the darksider darted through the halls, eliminating any who stood in his way. Finally, he lay eyes on the fleeing coward, shuffling down the hall toward an escape vessel.*
"Coward!" *he cried out, lifting his free hand and making a gripping gesture before pulling his fist backward, reaching through the Force for the Muun's left leg and pulling it out from under him. Closing the distance, he uttered,* "Fool!" *before gripping the Chairman by the collar, pulling him off the ground and onto his feet. Beneath his hood, the darksider glowered at him, demanding,* "Where do you make your broadcasts?" *Without waiting for an answer, he turned the Muun back toward the building interior and thrust his palm into his back, shoving him forward.* "Lead me! You and I are going to deliver a message."
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 28, 2015 18:51:25 GMT -8
As the Chairman was dragged by the unknown assailant and forced to cower before this person's might, his comlink came on and a message from the frontlines sounded throughout the narrow and empty corridor. What was spoken caused the entire grandeur posture and pompous attitude of Damask to suddenly vanish. His face slowly becoming pale as a realization settled upon him.
Chairman Damask! We cannot hold the line, I repeat, we cannot hold the line! Wait... someone is approaching the frontlines... Chairman! Its the Grand General... HE'S ALIVE!! I repeat, the head is still upon the viper!
This was no reaction operation nor desperate attempt by the Imperials, this was an act of revenge by the Grand General. An act that was so overwhelming that the Chairman realized that these were the final moments of the IGBC. He had hoped to see Muuns rise up and join in restoring the old government, but there was no massive uprising. No glorified call to arms, no overthrow of the Imperial occupiers. The Chairman had fanned the flames when the flames were never there in the first place. Damask had failed at every corner, outwitted by the far more resourceful Grand General and his cunning subordinate.
Quietly the Muun accepts his fate and shows the way to broadcasting room. The whole time they walked, the ground shuddered and his comlink blared with requests for orders, but none would come. The IGBC's forces were left to their fate now and Damask would not attempt to resist. As he entered the broadcasting room, his eyes would gaze upward towards the surface. In the most vile tone he could conjure, the Chairman would spat upon the Grand General's good name, one last time...
You have bested me, viper... but I will eat your heart when fate descends upon you and takes your life!
Upon the surface...
The chain of command was practically collapsing, all sense of cohesion seemingly vanished as the Imperial forces continued their aggressive advance, leaving behind them destruction and death. Many units of the IGBC attempted to surrender, throwing down their arms and raising their hands, hoping for leniency and pardon. Yet the response came in a hail of laser bolts as Stormtroopers gunned down all that surrendered. The orders from the Grand General had been sound and simple; Mariunhus was to be purged of the blight that attempted to corrupt Muunilist once more. None would be spared this day as the final vestiges and remnants of the Banking Clan would be snuff out by fire and death.
Imperial Stormtroopers approached the last line of defense, immediately in front of the vault spire. At this point in time, Nicademus, Gavin, Anya and Kia along with Praetorian Group and a strong contingent of Imperial Knights would descend from the orbiting Victory II-class Star Destroyer, Mordred. A swarm of shuttles landed and began disembarking a new set of Stormtroopers. The troopers of the Praetorian Group, armed with the what appeared to be newly created weaponry and armor, marched down the center of the Imperial advance. These Stormtroopers sported new blasters, the F-11D, which were the latest in Imperial rifles. Their armor was coded-named as Phase IV and now present for a full test run. At the front of this group was the striking figure of Nicademus Delvardus. Shots continued to fire as he walked towards the very front of the battlefield, his upgraded Stormtroopers following quietly and in perfect order.
The Grand General steadily made his way to the frontlines. He would walk onto a heightened platform, stepping upon a mound of rubble in order to be seen by his own soldiers and the enemy. Shots continued to be traded from both sides, yet Nicademus could feel eyes upon him. Swiftly, his gloved hand was raised and then gestured sharply forward. With a resounding "For the Empire!", the Imperial forces swarmed forward once more, with the Praetorian Group and Imperial Knights leading the charge towards the vault spire.
The battle for Mariunhus had ended... and thus the Massacre of Mariunhus had begun...
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Post by Harnan Ren on Dec 28, 2015 18:59:58 GMT -8
As the reinforcements came pouring forth from the depths, Harnan quickly found himself surrounded by the rebels, their ranks further augmented by the battle droids. The Chairman's forces were becoming quite desperate to rely on such relics, but it made no difference, as his blades cut through flesh and metal with equal ease. Thankfully the 25th Legion was quick in reacting to the standstill and allowed the Imperial push to continue on, giving him a moments respite as the line pushed past his position.
It was then, that he noticed a group of about 20 Riot Troopers that were coming up just behind the front line. He could tell they were a little bored, what with the fact that their electrostaff's were mostly useless against the security personnel and mercenaries, but against this new wave of battle droids, they were the perfect tool. Harnan gave a nod to them, with the trooper's quickly standing to attention
You lot are coming with me.
They all gave a nod, before Harnan lead the way back to the front lines, moving towards the right wing of the attack where a few more battle droids were holding the line. He used the force to propel himself in a jump over the stormtroopers, whilst the Riot Troopers pushed their way past, before they converged upon the droids, Harnan's blades cutting them to size, whilst the troopers short circuited them
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Soku Ren
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Post by Soku Ren on Dec 28, 2015 21:51:21 GMT -8
*The General himself had joined the forces at Mariunhus to lead them? He smiled to himself, his senses extending outward toward the shores of Mariunhus. Yes... He could feel it, the determination, the raw leadership, rousing the troops on the beach, inspiring them. Even he felt inspired, this far deep into Mariunhus. That was a commanding presence one would be hard-pressed to replicate; if there had been any doubts before as to the worthiness of General Nicademus Delvardus the Fourth as a leader, they were squashed in that moment.
The Chairman felt defeated, deflated almost, brokenly ignoring the calls for aid and orders, and he relished the sensation. At the end did he realize his futility, as they often did before the slaughter. A lesser being might have taken pity on him, but the shadowy figure had only punishment planned.
As they entered the broadcast room, the Muun had the gall to curse the name of the General—the "viper," he and another had called him—which elicited a rage-induced scowl from the Operative, who extended his boot into the Chairman's lower back, toppling him to the ground.* "'Viper,' you call him, when the only poison present is your own," *he hissed, sealing the door behind him with a lazy wave of his hand.* "Whatever afterlife there may be, you will be damned to its deepest circle."
*Crouching down, he gripped the Chairman's collar and dragged him into the center of the room before dropping him there, inspecting the holoprojector equipment. The ground shook often, which occasionally was coupled with flickers in the building's power sources. This would perhaps cause a few glitches in the recording, but he was certain his message would still be received loud and clear. The equipment itself was still set for public, open broadcast; anyone with access to the HoloNet would be able to see the coming message.
He smiled again, returning to the center of the room, kneeling down and looking into the dull eyes of his Muun victim. When he spoke, there was an odd sincerity to his words, completely lacking in venom.* "You need not worry about your precious home of Muunilinst. With your dissenting ways removed, we can truly unite the peoples of this world, restore it to its former glory, and work as one. There will be order, and it will be glorious."
*He then stood, raising his left hand, reaching through the Force to grip the Muun in place and lift him into the air before him. With his right hand, he gestured toward the controls of the holocam, and lights indicated the recording had begun. Lowering his right hand, he, still hooded, face hidden by shadow, spoke.*
"Citizens of Muunilinst, behold your traitor, Chairman Kos Damask of the, ahem, former InterGalactic Banking Clan. When the world of Muunilinst was attacked, left in shambles, the Grand General Nicademus Delvardus the Fourth of the Imperial Remnant came to restore order, to bring relief to the wounded and troubled peoples of this fine world. He sought to unify the councils, and who else but the greedy Chairman Damask, more concerned about his own stake than the people of the planet, would dissent against that order? Would send an assassin aimed at the man whose goal was to restore Muunilinst to its former glory?" *The ground rumbled again, causing another slight flicker in power, but the recorder continued to operate.* "... but fear not. The Grand General lives, and even now his forces do battle with the dissenters, and their hired mercenaries and droid armies, which they have collected with intents to do war with the Remnant.
"WAR! I would think war would be the last thing the people of Muun would want to see on this world, especially so soon! The Banking Clan are a threat to the stability of this planet!" *Pausing, he sneered and turned his head slightly toward the suspended Muun, speaking in a slightly softer voice.* "Were a threat." *He turned away from the Muun, voice raising once more.* "But no more! The might of the Imperial has once again been proven. We will bring order, and crush those who oppose us."
*His lightsaber once more flew into his open right hand, orange blade screaming to life as he raised his arm and vertically bisected the Chairman, releasing his hold as the two smoking pieces fell to the ground. The figure stepped into the center of the cam's focus, his face still partially obscured by the shadow of his hood, his lightsaber still lit as his side as he spoke once more.* "And we are its sword. We, who have waited in the shadows for the perfect opportunity to strike at the chaos in the galaxy. We are not Sith, nor are we Dark Jedi.
I am Soku Ren, and we are the Knights of Ren, the sword of the Imperial."
*With a mere gesture of the fingers of his left hand, the recording would cut just as another tremor shook the building. Soku Ren smiled to himself; at last, they were known. At last, they could spread order through the galaxy and act at the will of one worthy enough to wield them.
He then departed the chamber. He had a massacre to contribute to...*
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Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Dec 29, 2015 13:33:58 GMT -8
*Gavin kept a casual pace, his large sword held over his right shoulder. When Nicademus came to a stop atop the rubble, he was but a few feet away, slightly below. He could see the destruction before him, feel the death. However, there was no battle here. The General wished Anya, Kia, and himself to follow him when things cleared for the final assault, but what little time that held resistance was nothing but slaughter now.
Gavin closed his eyes with a mere shake of his head. He saw no joy from this. The aid he offered was pointless in the end. Letting off a sigh, the sword shifted off of his shoulders and slipped his back where it remained held with the Force. He turned his head back to the other two, whose weapons where drawn just as his was. When they made eye contact with him, enough of a message was spoken that they, too, sheathed their weapons. Looking back to the scene before him, he crossed his arms. All had rushed forward to eliminate what remained. That was but those three.*
"So this is what's left?" *His voice was darker and cold, without any form of emotion.*
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