Sector 339 Incident
It has been months since the terrorist attacks on the DSC Daedalus. The towers of the Presidium have been rebuilt, order within the prisons of CoreGuard restored, and foreign relations with the Alliance and Imperials are mending. But the cascade effects of the momentary chaos and hysteria induced in a sheltered world have left their damaging marks, and deep scars slow to heal. While the illustrious levels of Caelum have returned to peace, and contentment has again surfaced with Centerpoint City, the fragile illusions of stability within areas of the Bowels have shattered asunder. With mass-scaled fear, discontent and ire attaining critical mass, the Bowels have dissolved into a state of uproar, chaos and tumult. Among the governmental and law enforcement divisions of Daedalus, this outbreak has become known as the Sector 339 Incident, and as the Rattataki Sector Riots amongst the residents.
As the first mass scale occurrence of civil deconstruction in centuries, the Sector 339 Incident was one of the most prominent cases of social unrest and turmoil ever to occur upon the DSC Daedalus in the station's long history. Although identified as the Sector 339 Incident, the rioting actually encompassed multiple levels and sectors, roughly ranging from sectors 330 to 347 and levels 5028 to 5759, thus descending into the Crypts. Level 5540 of Sector 339 however received the namesake due to being identified as the origin area of the upheaval. For nearly four galactic standard months, all levels and sectors pertaining to the Rattataki Sector Riots have been sealed off from the higher levels as 339 descended into total anarchy.
The allusion and naming of the Sector 339 Incident also shadowed the deeper core and seriousness of the situation and the very cause of the riots; the deconstruction of the fragile peace that existed between the most powerful gangs of Daedalus. Beneath the cover of the riots, a volitle gang war waged between the Ghost Reavers, the Legionnaires, and the Ksz'kask. As consequence, to the residents of the Bowels, the Sector 339 Incident is known as the Crypt War, as the Crypts has been where most of the open conflict has taken place. As the special forces of Zruger/Saythe, Daedalus' commando task force, have taken to the scene to quell the source of the riots, Sector 339 and the Crypts have evolved into a four-way warzone, with no conceivable end in sight.
Breed of War
DAEDALUS IS AT WAR! Recovering from a series of crippling terrorist attacks in the wake of a still unknown enemy entity, the former galactic icon of peace and stability, immunized and isolated from the major galactic affairs around it, has began to crumble at its very foundations. Within the deepest parts of the massive space station, desperate living, fear, and culminated embitterment has cascaded into a series of devestating riots, civil insurgencies and the volatile demonstrations of discontent. At the core of the social unrest and upheaval, it has been discovered that the spark that ignited the unfolding discord has been the shattered remains of an uneasy truce among the Daedalus underworld's most powerful criminal elements.
Although publicly acknowledged as the Sector 339 Incident, the undercities of the Bowels are embroiled in a state of conflict. With the hellionic Ghost Reavers, the relentless Legionnaires, and the ruthless Ksz'kask vying for dominance, the Crypts below have become the site of battlegrounds and mass slaughter. Unable to ignore the dooming situation beneath the glittering towers any longer, CoreGuard has dispatched the station's most elite special commandos, Z/S, to fight for what can no longer be dismissed as a lost cause, and unwittingly escalated the situation into a four-way warzone. With little hope of keeping the situation contained, let alone secret from the public, for much longer, CoreGuard has contracted freelancers - from Jedi Knights to grizzled mercenaries - to aid in the struggle for the supremacy of order over chaos in this new breed of warfare....
BRAABB-BTOOOM!!!
"Fourth company! Flank the Western courts! Reroute the Sixteenth Battalion to hold the line at the CrossGates to protect our reinforcement positions! Repe--"
"DEBRIS INCOMING!! COMMANDER, GET DOWN!!"
The whirring engines of a burning repulsorcraft spiraled through the air as it descended down over a company of military forces. The night "skies", or rather the darkness of the depths of the Bowels, concealed from any light of the fauxsphere of Caelum, were aglow with the scarlet red of fires and blackened with looming clouds of ascending smoke. Missiles flew overhead, leaving brilliant streaks behind them as they sailed, exploding in fantastic displays of fission, like fire and brimstone from the heavens. From above, a repulsor gunships not unlike a levitated with their cannons overhead pointed at the congestion of the battlefield. And just as surely, rainstorms of missiles and blaster cannon bolts came down, unleashing a barrage of firepower, while setting the duracrete ablaze. Sonic booms from heavy sonic cannons rippled through the heavy dry air as it burned from the fires blanketing the steel underfoot. Through the chaos of the battle, in the thick of the turmoil upon surface below, were the elite soldiers, guardians and protectors - the best of the best, known as Zruger/Saythe - were waging the all out attack against marauding bands of vile scum and mongers. Corpses riddles the once sterile iron halls and concrete floots, and blood soaked the coulombs and poisoned the already toxic air round about. Large repulsor tanks tearing through the urban terrain trailed over the upheaval of the tattered landscape, firing relentlessly before communications with them disappeared, and their explosive destruction resonated throughout the levels of the Bowels.
The haze of fire and scorching carbon resonated overheard as the ZS Regiment Commander, Qataq Irattu, slowly got up, tearing off a shattered helmet, the transparisteel of which fractured from the concussive impact. His vision was distorted from the blast, throwing off his equilibrium as he stood erect. But even in that state, he could still focus well enough to see the charging men in ghostly white masks, wailing their filthy war cries. Reaching to his back as he dropped his now broken blaster rifle, the commander pulled put a long thin sword, holding down as he inhaled deeply in closing his eyes. He could still hear the battle around him raging, even feeling the slight impressions from his Tantalus armor being struck by stray blaster bolts. And then, releasing the breath in his lungs, the Turian warrior let out a cry that sounded like the wrathful undead.
Several masked men turned to the charging Turian, firing their weapons in futility as the blasts dissipated against his body armor. Raising his blade to his side as his charge took him within range, the Reavers firing upon him began to turn and take to flight as they equally attempted to slay him. And with a swift motions smooth as water, Qataq's finished his charge with a low roundabout slash of his blade, cleaving through the knees of the Ghost Reaver ahead of him, while finishing the attack with a stab through his spine. Simultaneously to this, the Turian commander brought his powerful leg upwards to the other Reaver by the first one's side, landing a kicking blow so powerful blood instantly spattered from the Reaver's mouth. Using the momentum, the Turian commander executed another roundabout swipe, cutting clean through the torso of a retreating Reaver.
As he did, the Turian veteran reached behind him, clamping his hand at the throat of another Reaver attempting to flank him. And as the Turian commander turned to the Reaver, who himself was gasping for breath, the Reaver then rose his gun, blasting Qataq at point-blank range. The smoke from the carbon cleared, revealing the Turian commander unscathed. The Reaver had just enough time to look Qataq in the eye before the Turian commander's blade pierced his heart, and then as it was pulled out, was cleaved down between his neck and shoulder. Now holding a lifeless corpse, the Turian commander tossed the body, searching for his next target.
"Commander Irattu! Your respiratory system is compromised, you must return to base!" yelled a corporal, catching up to Irattu.
"I'm fine corporal, the air here won't kill anyone from a few mere moments of exposure," Qataq said, not even turning to his subordinate.
"But sir, it is regulation. Contingency executive order 14 for the operation," he said, as Irattu slowly turned back to the corporal, "You wrote them, sir."
A moment of silence followed as explosions continued to flare behind him. A commander he was in rank, but a foot soldier in heart. And his pride and self respect would never allow him to simply ignore regulation, especially one written by him.
"It's fine sir!" yelled a sergeant, leading a fireteam to reinforce the commander's position as he issued hand commands to them, "We'll hold them here, push them back. TACCOM reported a few moments ago Legionnaire attacks are diluting Ghost Reaver lines. Entrenchment is holding here."
Commander Irattu closed his eyes tightly, taking in what was said as he heard the screams of the dying around him, "A damned massacre. This isn't warfare. This is just violence."
"Yes sir," the corporal said, reloading his rifle, "That's why we're here, sir."
"Indeed..," Qataq said, placing his hand on the corporal's back as he walked behind entrenchment lines, with the corporal behind him. "Alright, relay these orders. Get the tanks to the entrenchment lines and have someone call in the dammed artillery support. We need cannons now - the CrossGates cannot under any circumstances fall. If we lose the CrossGates, we lose the war."
"Understood sir," the corporal said, racing off to a different command outpost.
The commander entered into a repulsor gunship headed toward the HQ, arriving some time later, within a habitable 'safe-zone'. Hundreds of soldiers rapidly bustled about, some arming, others restocking, everyone busy.
"Lieutenant K'var," the commander said, gaining the attention of the the female Echani, "I need a situations report on all critical defense positions, logistics and the most recent TACCOM assessments. This 'war' has been dragging on long enough as is."
"I think the Core agrees with you, sir," the lieutenant said, somewhat hesitantly to her bewildered superior, "We'd received a line from the Executor. The Commissioner has enacted Contingency-01.9/A."
The Turian's expression fell into one of distaste and annoyance, "You mean damned mercenaries."
"Freelancers, sir," she said, "In fact, they should be reporting in any time now."
"Wonderful..," Qataq said resentfully, walking past the lieutenant as he continued to the OPS room.
It has been months since the terrorist attacks on the DSC Daedalus. The towers of the Presidium have been rebuilt, order within the prisons of CoreGuard restored, and foreign relations with the Alliance and Imperials are mending. But the cascade effects of the momentary chaos and hysteria induced in a sheltered world have left their damaging marks, and deep scars slow to heal. While the illustrious levels of Caelum have returned to peace, and contentment has again surfaced with Centerpoint City, the fragile illusions of stability within areas of the Bowels have shattered asunder. With mass-scaled fear, discontent and ire attaining critical mass, the Bowels have dissolved into a state of uproar, chaos and tumult. Among the governmental and law enforcement divisions of Daedalus, this outbreak has become known as the Sector 339 Incident, and as the Rattataki Sector Riots amongst the residents.
As the first mass scale occurrence of civil deconstruction in centuries, the Sector 339 Incident was one of the most prominent cases of social unrest and turmoil ever to occur upon the DSC Daedalus in the station's long history. Although identified as the Sector 339 Incident, the rioting actually encompassed multiple levels and sectors, roughly ranging from sectors 330 to 347 and levels 5028 to 5759, thus descending into the Crypts. Level 5540 of Sector 339 however received the namesake due to being identified as the origin area of the upheaval. For nearly four galactic standard months, all levels and sectors pertaining to the Rattataki Sector Riots have been sealed off from the higher levels as 339 descended into total anarchy.
The allusion and naming of the Sector 339 Incident also shadowed the deeper core and seriousness of the situation and the very cause of the riots; the deconstruction of the fragile peace that existed between the most powerful gangs of Daedalus. Beneath the cover of the riots, a volitle gang war waged between the Ghost Reavers, the Legionnaires, and the Ksz'kask. As consequence, to the residents of the Bowels, the Sector 339 Incident is known as the Crypt War, as the Crypts has been where most of the open conflict has taken place. As the special forces of Zruger/Saythe, Daedalus' commando task force, have taken to the scene to quell the source of the riots, Sector 339 and the Crypts have evolved into a four-way warzone, with no conceivable end in sight.
Breed of War
DAEDALUS IS AT WAR! Recovering from a series of crippling terrorist attacks in the wake of a still unknown enemy entity, the former galactic icon of peace and stability, immunized and isolated from the major galactic affairs around it, has began to crumble at its very foundations. Within the deepest parts of the massive space station, desperate living, fear, and culminated embitterment has cascaded into a series of devestating riots, civil insurgencies and the volatile demonstrations of discontent. At the core of the social unrest and upheaval, it has been discovered that the spark that ignited the unfolding discord has been the shattered remains of an uneasy truce among the Daedalus underworld's most powerful criminal elements.
Although publicly acknowledged as the Sector 339 Incident, the undercities of the Bowels are embroiled in a state of conflict. With the hellionic Ghost Reavers, the relentless Legionnaires, and the ruthless Ksz'kask vying for dominance, the Crypts below have become the site of battlegrounds and mass slaughter. Unable to ignore the dooming situation beneath the glittering towers any longer, CoreGuard has dispatched the station's most elite special commandos, Z/S, to fight for what can no longer be dismissed as a lost cause, and unwittingly escalated the situation into a four-way warzone. With little hope of keeping the situation contained, let alone secret from the public, for much longer, CoreGuard has contracted freelancers - from Jedi Knights to grizzled mercenaries - to aid in the struggle for the supremacy of order over chaos in this new breed of warfare....
BRAABB-BTOOOM!!!
"Fourth company! Flank the Western courts! Reroute the Sixteenth Battalion to hold the line at the CrossGates to protect our reinforcement positions! Repe--"
"DEBRIS INCOMING!! COMMANDER, GET DOWN!!"
The whirring engines of a burning repulsorcraft spiraled through the air as it descended down over a company of military forces. The night "skies", or rather the darkness of the depths of the Bowels, concealed from any light of the fauxsphere of Caelum, were aglow with the scarlet red of fires and blackened with looming clouds of ascending smoke. Missiles flew overhead, leaving brilliant streaks behind them as they sailed, exploding in fantastic displays of fission, like fire and brimstone from the heavens. From above, a repulsor gunships not unlike a levitated with their cannons overhead pointed at the congestion of the battlefield. And just as surely, rainstorms of missiles and blaster cannon bolts came down, unleashing a barrage of firepower, while setting the duracrete ablaze. Sonic booms from heavy sonic cannons rippled through the heavy dry air as it burned from the fires blanketing the steel underfoot. Through the chaos of the battle, in the thick of the turmoil upon surface below, were the elite soldiers, guardians and protectors - the best of the best, known as Zruger/Saythe - were waging the all out attack against marauding bands of vile scum and mongers. Corpses riddles the once sterile iron halls and concrete floots, and blood soaked the coulombs and poisoned the already toxic air round about. Large repulsor tanks tearing through the urban terrain trailed over the upheaval of the tattered landscape, firing relentlessly before communications with them disappeared, and their explosive destruction resonated throughout the levels of the Bowels.
The haze of fire and scorching carbon resonated overheard as the ZS Regiment Commander, Qataq Irattu, slowly got up, tearing off a shattered helmet, the transparisteel of which fractured from the concussive impact. His vision was distorted from the blast, throwing off his equilibrium as he stood erect. But even in that state, he could still focus well enough to see the charging men in ghostly white masks, wailing their filthy war cries. Reaching to his back as he dropped his now broken blaster rifle, the commander pulled put a long thin sword, holding down as he inhaled deeply in closing his eyes. He could still hear the battle around him raging, even feeling the slight impressions from his Tantalus armor being struck by stray blaster bolts. And then, releasing the breath in his lungs, the Turian warrior let out a cry that sounded like the wrathful undead.
Several masked men turned to the charging Turian, firing their weapons in futility as the blasts dissipated against his body armor. Raising his blade to his side as his charge took him within range, the Reavers firing upon him began to turn and take to flight as they equally attempted to slay him. And with a swift motions smooth as water, Qataq's finished his charge with a low roundabout slash of his blade, cleaving through the knees of the Ghost Reaver ahead of him, while finishing the attack with a stab through his spine. Simultaneously to this, the Turian commander brought his powerful leg upwards to the other Reaver by the first one's side, landing a kicking blow so powerful blood instantly spattered from the Reaver's mouth. Using the momentum, the Turian commander executed another roundabout swipe, cutting clean through the torso of a retreating Reaver.
As he did, the Turian veteran reached behind him, clamping his hand at the throat of another Reaver attempting to flank him. And as the Turian commander turned to the Reaver, who himself was gasping for breath, the Reaver then rose his gun, blasting Qataq at point-blank range. The smoke from the carbon cleared, revealing the Turian commander unscathed. The Reaver had just enough time to look Qataq in the eye before the Turian commander's blade pierced his heart, and then as it was pulled out, was cleaved down between his neck and shoulder. Now holding a lifeless corpse, the Turian commander tossed the body, searching for his next target.
"Commander Irattu! Your respiratory system is compromised, you must return to base!" yelled a corporal, catching up to Irattu.
"I'm fine corporal, the air here won't kill anyone from a few mere moments of exposure," Qataq said, not even turning to his subordinate.
"But sir, it is regulation. Contingency executive order 14 for the operation," he said, as Irattu slowly turned back to the corporal, "You wrote them, sir."
A moment of silence followed as explosions continued to flare behind him. A commander he was in rank, but a foot soldier in heart. And his pride and self respect would never allow him to simply ignore regulation, especially one written by him.
"It's fine sir!" yelled a sergeant, leading a fireteam to reinforce the commander's position as he issued hand commands to them, "We'll hold them here, push them back. TACCOM reported a few moments ago Legionnaire attacks are diluting Ghost Reaver lines. Entrenchment is holding here."
Commander Irattu closed his eyes tightly, taking in what was said as he heard the screams of the dying around him, "A damned massacre. This isn't warfare. This is just violence."
"Yes sir," the corporal said, reloading his rifle, "That's why we're here, sir."
"Indeed..," Qataq said, placing his hand on the corporal's back as he walked behind entrenchment lines, with the corporal behind him. "Alright, relay these orders. Get the tanks to the entrenchment lines and have someone call in the dammed artillery support. We need cannons now - the CrossGates cannot under any circumstances fall. If we lose the CrossGates, we lose the war."
"Understood sir," the corporal said, racing off to a different command outpost.
The commander entered into a repulsor gunship headed toward the HQ, arriving some time later, within a habitable 'safe-zone'. Hundreds of soldiers rapidly bustled about, some arming, others restocking, everyone busy.
"Lieutenant K'var," the commander said, gaining the attention of the the female Echani, "I need a situations report on all critical defense positions, logistics and the most recent TACCOM assessments. This 'war' has been dragging on long enough as is."
"I think the Core agrees with you, sir," the lieutenant said, somewhat hesitantly to her bewildered superior, "We'd received a line from the Executor. The Commissioner has enacted Contingency-01.9/A."
The Turian's expression fell into one of distaste and annoyance, "You mean damned mercenaries."
"Freelancers, sir," she said, "In fact, they should be reporting in any time now."
"Wonderful..," Qataq said resentfully, walking past the lieutenant as he continued to the OPS room.