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Post by Captain Azkul Travillius on Mar 21, 2021 14:33:49 GMT -8
103rd Regiment - Domino Battalion. Governor Soran's rule of the planet was less iron-fisted than the Zabrak Overlords, but it still maintained loyalty and discipline from law enforcement agencies as well as the local Imperium armed forces. Sure shady and nefarious types still frequented Rodia, specifically Equator City, but either a deal had been struck with local authorities or they were careful enough to cover their tracks to avoid having the Blackguard Imperium breathing down their necks. Most criminal types preferred peace and quite as opposed to the Sith on their tail. Which made Domino Battalion's job much easier in the grand scheme of things. |
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Post by Captain Azkul Travillius on Aug 19, 2021 19:21:07 GMT -8
103rd Regiment - Domino Battalion Transports had arrived to Equator City to start removing Imperium assets and troops from Rodia. As per Order 212 and Operation: FRACTURE, all loyal Imperium forces were to pack up and withdraw to Mustafar for reassignment. Lieutenant-Colonel Sera Lorren continued to oversee the evacuation of Imperium forces from Equator City, while Domino provided security and ensured everything was carried out in an orderly fashion. |
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Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on Oct 22, 2021 6:08:04 GMT -8
Beneath the watery marshlands that surrounded the encapsulated city, a large oblong shadow hunted the depths, many eyed and littered with pucker lined tentacles that thrashed in the deep to propel the organic construct through the murky waters. It was what's known as a Vangaak among the Yuuzhan Vong people, an organic water trawler. The large maw at the front of the living craft sucked in fish and swamp amphibians as it neared the edge of the dome, slowing until it came to an eventual stop. A release of bubbles from its backside signalled the opening of the hatch sphincter at its rear. A small wriggling shape swished in the depths away from the trawler and broke towards the surface of the water. As it neared the dome, the swamp light reflected off the surface illuminated the area, bringing the swimming shape into visible sight. It was a humanoid figure in an all black body suit, so tight it looked to be the man's actual skin. A corpse shade-gray head emerged first from the water, with a bald scalp and sloped forehead. The face was obscured partially behind a starfish shaped gnullith, though there was no mistaking those two glowing eyes.
The Yuuzhan Vong intendant reached up and out of the water, grabbing the ledge of the dome and pulling himself up over the lip. Two green gleaming mqaaq'it surveyed the area, looking for signs of sentient life. There was nothing in the immediate vicinity. Which was well, given that they had chose this spot for that specific reason. The old factory district at night was a shadow compared to the district during the day. Crouching on the edge, the intendant found a latch to open an exterior portal. He unsecured the latch and swung open the metal plate, then stepped through into the city.
As he slipped through the hatch and shut it behind him, he peered around the backside of a building that appeared to be an old fish canning facility. He sprinted over to an abandoned dumpster and removed a robeskin satchel he had slung over his shoulders. Opening the living pouch, he removed a molted ball of flesh and several cloth items that appeared to be clothes. Stroking the molted balls reflex, the intendant activated the ooglith masquer and allowed it to completely engulf his body. When the biot finished bonding, a naked rodian was standing in the Yuuzhan Vong's place. The naked green alien then quickly changed into the clothes on the floor and stepped out from behind the dumper.
After a minute the figure emerged from behind the building and walked onto the street, heading in the direction of a nearby entertainment centre.
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Post by Nem Yin on Oct 27, 2021 12:10:45 GMT -8
The disguise worked well enough. After a few blocks Shendor barely was aware he was wearing it, having gotten used to the ooglith masquers bond with his own skin. He merged with the night life, slipping into a crowd and moving through the streets like just another citizen, only he wasn't. Within moments he had scouted out a couple of potential targets, though the real test would be whether or not he could get them alone. It wouldn't do to simply smash a random passerby over the head and attempt to drag them away into the night, though it would be fun, if nothing else. No, he needed to take care of things out of sight. As he entered one of the city's entertainment districts, he found an all-night tavern that appeared to be a hub of activity. Casually he posted up outside and leaned against the buildings exterior, attempting to appear as though he were just out for a smoke or perhaps waiting on someone. He eyed the entrance carefully.
Every couple of minutes a rodian would step out and leave, some in varying straight of inebriation. Minutes passed into hours as the night dwindled closer to the day, until last call was declared and the last of the tavern's occupants were ousted onto the street. These were the drunkest candidates he had seen thus far. They would do. He waited until the herd thinned and began to follow a loner from the bar down the street, keeping a dozen paces behind and always just out of sight. He moved as silently as possible, despite the cumbersome nature of the attire he wore over the masquer.
He would have preferred to wear his body suit, but needs must, as they say. Besides, the damned drunken fool he was tailing seemed way too in-the-bag to notice even the revving of a landspeeder. This was going to be easy.
Checking his surroundings as he followed the alien down an empty street, he knew they were alone, and thus pounced. In three strides he was behind the drunk rodian. Striking fast and hard, Shendor drove a closed fist into the rodian's back, tensing the alien and causing it to flex and lean its head back, right into the infiltrator's other hand that delivered a chop to the back of the rodian's head. The drunk collapsed as he was rendered unconscious, falling back into Shendor's waiting arms. The Yuuzhan Vong slung his captive over his shoulder and darted into an alley.
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Post by Nem Yin on Nov 21, 2021 9:20:29 GMT -8
Like Shendor, Yuuzhan Vong infiltrators all over the city were arriving back at the outskirts with living parcels carried over their shoulders. Each was an unconscious rodian unlucky enough to be selected for the shapers experiments back at the damutek hidden in the swamp. Vangaak emerged briefly at the rendezvous locations and the intendant's handed off their captives to members of the warrior cast assigned to organic water trawlers.
A wet squelch was elicited as Shendor activated the reflex of his ooglith masquer and slipped out of the layer of false skin. He shivered as his now naked skin was exposed to the night air, though the constant humidity of the planet soon served to warm his flesh. Insidious green mqaaq'it glowed luminously in the night as he stepped onto the trawlers back and dropped inside. He coordinated with the others with the vangaak's onboard villip-choir. All together they had collected two dozen specimens for Torfa's latest project. The next few nights they would have to repeat the action and gather more, after which someone was likely to notice and they'd have to stop for a time lest they draw too much attention to their activities. The pilot guided the vangaak beneath the surface and headed back to the damutek.
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