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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 10:17:19 GMT -8
Tropis-on-Varonat was a small city in the jungles of the planet Varonat. It had a small spaceport facility.
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Post by Tzu Shai on Oct 10, 2013 12:21:33 GMT -8
*24 Slayer ships, and 12 Grutchen Carriers score over the city, firing upon the spaceport primarily. The passengers within the Slayer ships, ejected out and began securing perimeters for 2 of the 3 Yorik-Trema to drop off the commando units in preparations for the landing of troops out of one of the Ro'ik chuun m'arh to drop off its troops and voxyn.*
*The 24 Slayers that were already on the ground cut through many of the pirates that came towards them thinking that they could overpower one of the strongest of the Warrior chaste. After a sufficient area was cleared, and all non-hostile indigents were rounded up in that immediate area, a signal was sent through the Villip to bring down the two Yorik-Trema that had been sent towards the Tropis.*
*Just as Tzu Shai had expected, more rebels would come out to fight seeing more transport ships coming this way. However with their Spaceport and any hope of escape in sufficient ruins from the Yaret-kors from the various fighter craft in the area and from precision firing from the Ro'ik chuun m'arh making it's way down following the Yorik'Trema, many of those resisting quickly laid down their arms in surrender. This however did not mean that the streets had not been some what filled with the blood of the enemy.*
*The commandos within the Yorik-Tremas headed towards the ground to provide further support and to increase the area that the Yuuzhan Vong had assumed control of within the city. The sound of a Slayer Ship being shot out of the air could be heard, followed by a series of explosions from yaret-kor fire on the area of the city which had fired the shot destroying the fighter craft.*
*The small population of the city, and the sheer brutality of just the initial landing party made the conquering of the city a rapid yet still ongoing process even after the Ro'ik chuun m'arh had dropped off the 320 Yuuzhan Vong warriors and the 50 fierce Voxyn. The report, that all of the landing parties that had been sent to the Tropis had successfully disembarked their crafts and the process of taking control over the city was under way, was relayed back to Tzu Shai.*
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Post by Tzu Shai on Oct 10, 2013 12:49:54 GMT -8
*The city that was mere moments ago now was in chaos. The streets were full of those being lead off by groups of Yuuzhan Vong Warriors, Yuuzhan Vong Slayers killing and maiming any that tried to flee or break prison rank, while the Hunters moved cloaked through the city hunting with the Voxyn at their lead for any groups of humans hiding from the invaders.*
*By now most of the Slayer Ships were no longer needed, and had started to move out to comb the surrounding area of the city for any small camps of humans that would try to move to alert others deeper from the city. Reports were continually being sent back up to the Vua'Spars in orbit, which in turn would be sent to Tzu Shai. The invaders were quickly overtaking the small city, and the prisoner count had grown to over a thousand in the last half hour.*
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Post by Tzu Shai on Oct 10, 2013 13:36:09 GMT -8
*Tropis was proving a bit more difficult to contain than Edgefield from the reports. It had been some time since the last casualty on the Yuuzhan Vong side of the affair bringing the total death count up to 17 dead Yuuzhan Vong, and a single Slayer Ship. Despite the difficulty in rooting out all of the rebelling groups that were holing them selves up in houses, the Hunters were still making decent progress in getting most of these groups killed.*
*The Slayers had already begun doing their next charge after getting the human slaves to begin gathering the dead to be burnt as a sacrifice to their gods, and were working on clearing out specific houses to be used as command posts. They had also begun getting some of the human slaves to clear the rubble from the spaceport. All these tasks were done under the guard of the Slayers, which some could have found dishonoured by being charged with the task of a simple Slave master. It was really this group that was making it more and more demoralizing for those resisting the Yuuzhan Vong, seeing their family members and friends being used to carry corpses and clear the rubble caused several of the rebels to come out of hiding and either be slain for attempting to attack a Yuuzhan Vong or enslaved.*
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Post by Tzu Shai on Oct 11, 2013 9:12:57 GMT -8
The spaceport had been repaired enough to allow the three Yorik-trema be able to dock and unload the workers, shapers, priests, and intendants to begin the colonization process of Tropis. The warriors that had been charged with guarding the slaves who were being tasked with clearing the rubble from the Spaceport were relieved to see that finally the other castes would be handling this matter and they could begin doing more meaningful things.*
*Immediately the Intendants that had been dropped on the first run began assuming control over giving the slaves tasks, while the Shapers began implanting the newly enslaved humans with yorik-kul. The priests headed to the huge mound that the slaves had stacked of the dead that had resisted to begin prayers to the Yun'o after setting fire to the pile. The warriors began to file out of the city aside from those that were tasked with patrolling the streets to ensure no form of resistance was found while the Shapers worked on implanting the yorik-kul into the humans. The workers began handling the slaves and aiding with the removing of debris from the Spaceport and checking the damage done to the infidel technology. The spaceport was nearing 56 percent cleared and soon Overlord Esthh's Yuuzhan Vong would aid in studying and learning about the various spacecraft that would be salvaged from the spaceport.
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Post by Tzu Shai on Oct 11, 2013 10:44:59 GMT -8
The Yorik-Trema had made both drops that were designated for Tropis, and then continued their patterns however dropping the various Yuuzhan Vong off in Edgefield instead. By now the twenty shapers on the ground had managed to get 10% of the human population fitted with a yorik-kul. The Shapers were using the most recent form of yorik-kul that would allow their slaves to retain their sentience allowing them to be of some help in learning about the various technologies the Yuuzhan Vong for so long had considered a slight aimed at the Yun'o.*
*Several of the workers had left to go aid the infidel slaves in repairing some of the communication towers that had been sabotaged by the Hunters during the initial invasion. While others went to aid the slaves in any repairs to any structural damage the slave's buildings may have suffered. A chief Intendant was consistently checking on the status of the various projects being undertaken in the city and reporting back the progress to Dreadlord Tzu Shai.
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Post by Tzu Shai on Oct 11, 2013 14:16:09 GMT -8
The spaceport was now 75% cleared of debris and 10% of the ships in the spaceport were repaired. The Intendants were making sure that the slaves stayed properly tasked and the Shapers had managed to get up to 50% of the population of Tropis fitted with a yorik-kul. The 850 warriors stationed within Tropis had already established a large building that once had served as possibly the town hall or been a mansion of a wealthy pirate to be a base of operations for military and government within the city. The highest ranking Intendant caste in Tropis had relocated into the building and communicated between the many intendants that were moving through the streets of Tropis ensuring that all of the work being attempted went off without a hitch. The sound of rhythmic marching could be heard as troops of warriors patrolled through the streets. The once free-spirited city of Tropis was now under rule of the Dread Lord Tzu.
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Post by Vua Jamaane on Oct 13, 2013 9:20:17 GMT -8
Vua entered into the city making way through the many warrior patrolled streets seeking for slaves that would be somewhat normal to the infidels to assume their persona and their likelihood. His gablith masquer scanned the Durro that he wanted to impersonate and in minutes it had the shape and figure. His next goal was to take over an infidel craft. He implanted a human slave with a Yorik-Kul and had the slave pilot the craft. He was less than willing to use infidel technology, yet alone use it. But, he knew he had no other way. He preferred to stand the whole time they made it to the planet. His simple message to the Yuzzhan Vong who handled the yammosk.
Make sure the slave does not leave the ship or talk. It is better that way.
The ship made its way to the surface. Vua assumed his identity and would appear to one as a Durro and with a force prescence. If the other executors were right, he would no doubt run into force users in this galaxy. And like Nom Anor before him, he would be ready.
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Post by Krennel Gulch on Nov 16, 2017 12:52:57 GMT -8
A Droid division landed on the jungle world of Varonat. Largely defended by mere clans and militia, the human settlements swiftly capitulated and Gulch launched into negotiations with the native species - who agreed to join the Serenno Compact after weeks of back and forth negotiations.
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Nov 17, 2017 7:52:37 GMT -8
She had watched as the starfighters shot past overhead. Mercifully, the Blasphemy had been overlooked in the forest. But then, the Alliance forces had been careful to use simple but effective camouflaging, along with the natural environment to conceal the corvette's presence. In any case, by their look and style, Amy got the distinct impression that these weren't First Order forces. Just another power in the galaxy looking to lay claim to a planet. Hopefully this one wasn't as oppressive or restrictive. She needed to get some supplies into the ship, just enough to keep her going while she was a squatter within what little space was left to it. Whatever mission they had for it, did not require comfort or personnel. The young Corellian could imagine only a few scenarios, none of them pleasant, that would have the ship modified and repaired in such haste as the Blasphemy had been.
She had to hold out in the ship, while the "invasion" commenced. Even with whatever the repair crew had left behind, the supply was limited, and Amy had since exhausted her rations. Plying her skills as a street medic, Amy was able to obtain a little supply of credits, not to mention a few offers by spacers to join with their crew, all of them in need of a doctor, or at least someone who knew their way around a medical table. She demured politely, obtained her fresh supplies, and even a faulty BB-series astromech droid. The droid's gyroscope was a little off, causing it's head to randomly roll about instead of staying upright as it moved. It also had a faulty geolocation drive, meaning it moved like drunken spastic, with no predictable pattern of direction, and completely unable to move in a straight line. She saw why the original owner was fed-up with the droid, and chose to buy a new one and simply abandone the BB-unit.
The owner's injuries were caused by tripping over it as it rolled about. After treating his injuries, she offered to take it off his hands, for which he was more than grateful, as its intended destination was the scrapyard, were it left to him to decide. Carrying the droid in the hover cart instead of letting it follow her, lest it cause more accidents for others, she buried it under her purchases of food, basic medical supplies, tools and water. It had been a profitable week, and she still had some credits leftover. She made a splurge and got herself a hat, protective goggles, a breath mask and a configurable terrain locator. All useful to her should the need ever arise. Once done, she made her way back on a small speeder she had found on board the Blasphemy, pulling the cart along while the BB-unit warbled wearily.
Just as well Amy had obtained droid parts, or she would have the same problems that the original owner experienced. Repairing the little droid would give her something to do, and pass the time.
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Post by The Sable Count on Nov 18, 2017 7:27:52 GMT -8
In settlements such as this, one had to be careful of the types of people that were around. Due to Aderon’s no-scum policy, groups of droids were going door-to-door, checking the work papers of everyone they could find. People who resisted were quickly eliminated with droidekas. AAT’s and MTT’s moves about the city, while groups of Vulture-Droids patrolled the skies above the area. People without the proper papers were either drafted into forced labor, or executed on the spot. Here was the fledgling government’s method of controlling the unruly populace of these areas.
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Post by Katsumi Ren on Jun 6, 2018 18:53:30 GMT -8
Varonat, Katsumi has learned in her time on the obscure jungle world, has a long history of being taken over and then abandoned. Though the First Order will be only the latest in a long line of conquistadors to acquire the world that Katsumi has spent the last few weeks on to acquire the intel that will enable them to do so with relative ease, Varonat is not likely to be abandoned any time soon once it is in the First Order's grasp. Delvardus does not strike Katsumi as one who gives up anything once it has been acquired. Though why the Emperor that she serves only because the one whom she serves has bid her to serve him would want such a world as Varonat, Katsumi cannot say. Nor does Katsumi truly care. She was told to come here and learn all she could of Varonat's defenses and government so that the First Order could use that information to acquire their prize with as little time, effort, and expense as possible; and so Katsumi came and learned and sent what she learned.
Now Katsumi waits to witness the fruits of her labor. The city in the jungle in which she waits is small, but it's proportionately small starport makes it a relatively valuable asset. It is also where Katsumi has come to meet the other intelligence operative the First Order sent to gather intel prior to their strike, either due to an understanding of the boon redundancy can sometimes yield, or to an innate distrust of the ultimate goals and motivations of the Knights of Ren. Katsumi does not know if the one she serves plays a long game that will one day confirm that such distrust is warranted, nor does she truly care. Katsumi serves the Emperor because the one she serves bids it, and she serves that one only because it suits her, for now, to do so. She has learned much while serving, grown stronger than she was before serving, and so Katsumi will continue, for now, to serve.
Looking up into the sky, not at the stars, but rather to see if there is yet any sign among them of the fleet she expects will soon arrive, Katsumi sees through the dark lenses of the onxy-hued skull like mask she considers to be her true face no such sign and so, with the tattered and filthy robes covering her wiry frame fluttering in the wind fitfully as a strong, hot breeze carrying the rich, complex scent of the jungle washes through tiny city that will soon be conquered once more, walks back in to the small, squalid room where she is to meet whomever has been sent to meet with her.
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Post by Merrik Piett on Jun 8, 2018 22:01:08 GMT -8
Cpt. James Driskle hated this stinking planet. He and his team on been on station for nearly a month and he had hated every moment if it. He had gathered the required information but he had yet to figure out why the hell the First Order even wanted this useless jungle planet on the backside of nowhere. Orders were orders however so he made his way through the sparsely populated streets to the slightly disintegrating old shack where he was set to meet another operative. With a few subtle hand signals he signaled the other two members of his squad, Agents Willow and Hendrix, who had been following him at a subtle difference. The two humans, one man and one woman, spread out and took seats on nearby logs, watching everything while seeming completely uninterested.
With lookouts in place Driskle made his way through the mud. His sweat stained civilian garb and old DL-44 Blaster, made him remember how much he missed the comfortable feel of his commando armor, but his job had always required more work out of it than in it, he just wished that fore once he was sent to a planet that wasn't insect infested jungle, sand covered desert, or Ice covered moon. Now wasn't a time to complain however, he had a job to do however and he would do it. Swinging the door to the shack open he is greeted by the sight of a nightmare. Most people would likely have screamed at seeing the masked figure in a dark damp room, but Drikle had seen far too many creepy operatives of the First Order for another one to phase him all that much. That's a nasty north wind we're having, isn't it? His right hand rested casually on his blaster as he waited for the countersign.
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Post by Katsumi Ren on Jun 10, 2018 8:06:17 GMT -8
Though she has the power to be unseen when she does not wish to be seen, Katsumi has come to meet with the operative that has come to meet with her and so when he arrives and enters the darkened room she permits herself to be seen rather than use the Force to become one with the shadows or to telepathically bid the operative to not see what he sees when he sees her. Her eyes beneath the inky black lenses of her mask take in the operative's hand on his blaster, as though it might afford him any protection from her were she not who he has come to see, and yet Katsumi makes no move to reach for her lightsaber hilt as though she, too, is prepared to act with hostile intent should the operative not prove to be who she expects to see; Katsumi, in point of fact, makes no move at all as he enters and speaks.
Remaining still and silent for a brief span of time that, as the seconds tic by, might be unnerving for the operative before replying, Katsumi replies with the prearranged countersign in a silken whisper, amplified slightly and given a synthetic, mechanical tone due to her mask, "Nasty only for those who would dare oppose the order the North wind will impose, and then, remaining as motionless as before, continues in a musing tone, But we do not oppose it, do we, you and I? We clear the way for it instead, help speed its advance through the universe."
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Post by Merrik Piett on Jun 11, 2018 14:05:19 GMT -8
As much composure as the Intelligence officer had, he couldn't keep a shiver from his spine as the countersign is given, it's totalitarian nature combined with that voice was almost literally something from a horror holo. He only relaxed his grip on his weapon a little bit, unable to fully relax. He does manage to keep his voice under control however as he responds. Not that it needs much help in this case. He manages to chuckle a little despite the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach. There isn't much on his ball of mud worth protecting, shouldn't be much more than an afternoon of effort really. While the intelligence operative had enough confidence in the Imperial War machine to believe that they could take whatever they wanted, it almost seemed to easy in this case, which just begged the question of why they were even bothering.
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Post by Katsumi Ren on Jun 19, 2018 20:16:51 GMT -8
"What should be is not always what will be," Katsumi replies in a tone more suggestive of musing aloud than seeking to chastise, though such subtleties in tone may be lost due to the synthetic and mechanical overtones her mask lends to her voice.
Motioning towards a shabby, worn looking table and chairs, Katsumi offers, "Have a seat, making no move to do so herself as she continues, Our parts have been played, for now, and there is yet time before our comrades enter the stage and fulfill their roles. Turning to look out of the filthy glass doors leading to the deck, able to see Driskle in the blurry reflection of the room, Katsumi says, Relax, while there is time and opportunity for it. My powers, or your two friends outside, will warn us of any danger, she laughs mirthlessly at the idea of anything or anyone on this world capable of posing any danger to her or the First Order's plans, that might come our way before the time comes to play our parts in the storm that comes this way."
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Post by Merrik Piett on Jun 22, 2018 16:52:38 GMT -8
The First Order officer nearly stayed standing on principle, as well as from the fear of what the Knight of Ren might do, but after a moment he takes a seat. The woman could kill him with a blink if she really wanted to and there was no use staying ready for a danger that was unlikely and impossible to stop in any case. Besides why would one want to expend extra effort to stand ready when there would be plenty of need for that energy later in the day. Their part in the mission was small but despite the power at his companion's disposal it wouldn't necessarily be a walk in the park. Taking a gamble the he turns his gaze on the Knight and poses a question. What on this mission rates the attention of the Knights of Ren anyway?
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Post by Katsumi Ren on Jun 26, 2018 10:39:14 GMT -8
Not turning from her contemplation of the view outside of the filthy glass doors, Katsumi watches the denizens of the tiny city nestled in the vase jungle going about their tiny, unimportant little lives, blissful in their ignorance of the storm that is rushing towards them, as she replies to Driskle, honestly even though he may have reasons to distrust what she says when she says, "I must confess that I am neither certain of, nor truly interested in the reasons. As though it has only just occurred to her that her answer might be unsatisfactory for any number of reasons, Katsumi angles her head as though to look over a shoulder at Driskle as she says in a mocking tone that is likely lost in the sibilant synthetic hiss that her mask lends her voice, Those reasons, naturally, other than seeing that any wish of our dearly beloved Emperor is granted. We are his to command, are we not? How does the saying go? Ah yes, ours not to reason why, ours but, she lifts her right hand while turning her head back to resume her watch of the city soon to face a storm even greater than Katsumi or Driskle imagine, waving the hand in a circle as she completes the phrase that Driskle's question brought to mind, to do and die. Boldly we must ride, must we not, and well," Katsumi concludes in a soft voice, as though reminding herself of something as much as answering Driskle's question.
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Post by Dragus on Sept 2, 2021 9:01:09 GMT -8
It was the dead of night but there were always those that found themselves up at such times. A few humans amongst other species were about, walking the streets, running around the clock businesses, insomniacs and the like. The stars were out and they were beautiful. That was what was nice about living in a smaller settlement like this. There wasn't a lot of light pollution to obscure their view of the open galaxy. Or at least that was supposed to be the case.
A brilliant glow was cast over the city, causing the inhabitants that noticed it to look up at the sky. The intensity was enough to make a person go blind, like staring into a hundred solar eclipses. This particular eclipse was short lived; however, as the light became less of an oppressive glow and transformed into some more specific. A spear of pure energy struck the ground outside Tropis-on-Varonat, cracking the planetary crust and causing the continent to rattle, vaporizing anything within a five kilometer radius outside the settlement. Fortunately the shield defense system, old as it was, was still functional. As the energy pulverized the jungle landscape, a dome of protective energy prevented catastrophe from reaching the citizens living within. A great swath of land was reduced to glassed rock, while anything organic caught in the blast that wasn't instantly transformed into vapor, wilted and burned to black ash. Wildfires spread in all directions, awakening the jungle as animal life raced for safety, fleeing before the destruction wrought from orbit.
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Jul 29, 2023 11:10:35 GMT -8
Two nights later several men stood staring out into the darkness, the screams from the jungle keeping them up at night. They felt safe in the light, a cone of safety from the unknown and unseen demons that had been screaming at night for weeks, a month. It was only now that men had gotten used to the screams enough to wander out and peer into the abyss.
This time, the abyss stared back.
“What are those?” said one man pointing at the hovering red spots out in the distance.
Those spots were eyes, beasts, sprinting across the recently replanted fields. Two men ran, but four others remained, staring, transfixed, two were in disbelief, the other two just in incomprehension. The saurian monsters sprinted across the field, their eyes rapidly closing the distance. Screams erupted, high pitched, multi tonal, an imitation of ripping metal and ceramic plastoid. The forms were revealed for a terrifying moment as the the bipedal reptiles finally appeared in the light, arms stretched forwards, powerful rear legs brought up in their leap, giant claws leading the way, trailed by prehensile tails, and mouths full of razor sharp teeth, the purple scales flashed, and screams of humans ripped down the roads with the screeches of the predatory beasts. Dozens of the beasts came sweeping into the town, flashing through cones of light, leaping at anyone who dared to open a door to see what the commotion was about. Few did, but those few were rapidly reduced to screaming bloody rags as the beasts leapt on them and fed. Those that opened their doors and died in them, also doomed those in their houses.
Most of the citizens had the wisdom to keep their doors not only closed, but secured, not daring to look out the windows. Some did, and the beasts hurled themselves through them to get at the humans inside, driven by a devouring hunger, their very being screaming at them to consume human flesh. The terrors stalked the streets, their screeches and barks bouncing off the buildings as they communicated back and forth, their muzzles and claws bloody with the remains of their victims. With the coming light the creatures withdrew, stalking through the mists back to the jungle.
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