Sith-Imperial Mission (Rebellion Growing)

[Nor'baal]

Location: Ord Mantell Sith Barracks
Time: 04:00 Hours


Private Muular Diopis paced up and down the far facing wall of the Sith Barracks operational planning room. It was early, 4 AM, and he was annoyed. He did not like early starts. He punched a couple of buttons on the Holo-vid table at the center of the planning room and bought up his mission brief:


His Excellency the Emperor has received reports of growing political dissenters on Ord Mantell. He is most displeased with this news. You are tasked with taking out the dissenters, making sure their leader is dead before returning home.

The Supreme Order of the Sith has deployed to following to assist in this venture. You are to aid them in whatever way you can:

Crusader Megara
Acolyte Galad Nepos

Do not fail us.



He had read the brief about 5 times this morning alone. He returned to pacing as he awaited the arrival of the two Sith.

 

[Negative Blessing]

As Megara cruised down the corridors to the operational planning room, she used her Force ability Force Flash to disrupt the security cameras in the hallway to hide her presence from the prying male eyes who watched them. She knew what thoughts plagued the minds of males when they looked at females and after once being a slave on a pirate ship as a young Chiss female, she despised such looks and advances. Usually her raven coloured hair hung down draping across her shoulders hiding the scars that crept up from her back she had been inflicted with by her cruel captors but now that she was heading out on a mission, she had pig-tailed them and braided them so nothing would obsucre her vision when it came to fighting and from what she had understood about the troubles on Ord Mantell, there would be plenty of fighting. The mere thought of killing the enemies of the glorious Empress made her flex her hands in anticipation.

Rounding the bend in the corridor that led to the planning room, she spotted one of the two that she would be accompying on the mission. From her impression he looked more like a liability than a worthy sort. But that was not her place to judge. They were assigned to deal with the dissenters so she would work with him and the other for as long as the mission needed completion. Afterwards, she would retreat to the shadows waiting for orders from the Hierarchy.

Stopping a few feet from the man, she leaned up against the wall gauging the individual then spoke,"Communication is important and it dicates that I should introduce myself. I am Crusader Megara and we are not friends nor shall we ever be friends. Any thoughts of us hanging out or chumming it up best be squashed now. So, now that you know who I am, you would be?"

 

[Galad J. Victus]

As soon as the shuttle landed on the base hangar, Galad hastly threw himself out as fast as he could, diving into the empty corridors. He was more than ready to accomplish the mission he was tasked with, then get back to Korriban to continue his training. He only accepted this little adventure because he wanted some real practice, and chance to get some time away from the deserts of Korriban. He hated planet more than any other, but he was tied to it in the same time. He had nowhere left to go. Would becoming a Sith change that fact? Or would power do it? He didn't know. But he was eager to find out.

He smiled as he noticed the correct room, seeing the other two inside. One was a female and a Sith, like himself, while other was an Imperial. He walked up to them, stoping in the middle, with equal distance to them both. "Greetings, I am Galad Nepos. We shall undertake this mission together. And you are?" He smiled to them, trying to look as friendly as possible. Then he turned towards the other Sith, performing a low bow, filled with respect, with a fist in his chest, and the other hand behind him. It was a common thing to show politeness to the ladies in the Naboo aristocracy, and Galad valued what he learned there, during his childhood. His memories, lessons, and everything else. There were all he had of his home. He had lost everything else long ago, in a distant past. He would never allow what was left to slip away. He always guarded them highly. The lady being a cold-murderer looking Sith with seemingly no tolerance for softness, did make thing a lot more difficult though.

He walked aside, giving his back to the wall, and waiting for the time they would get moving.

 

[Nor'baal]

Muular stopped his pacing as the Sith woman abruptly introduced herself, followed shortly by another Sith. Both where expected, but still Muular was a little in awe. He snapped his heels together, and bought his hand up in the formal Sith Salute saying ''Private Diopis, reporting for duty honored Sith.''

He lowered his hand from the Salute and spoke again, bringing up the mission brief as he did so ''Crusader Megara, Acolyte Nepos, here is our mission. If you wish to look over it, I have drawn up a plan, which I attached to the file.''

Spoiler: Mission Plan

Private Diopis will co-ordinate the movements of the Sith from the forward operating station located in section N6 of your maps. Using the surveillance camera's he will inform the Sith operatives of the Location of Rebel units, until they are in position at the entrance to the Rebel base.

Once they have arrived, Private Diopis will request an airstrike on the bases doors, and a blanket bomb on the area. Once this has been achieved, Private Diopis will link up with the Sith and provide fire support as they 'mop up' the remaining rebels.

No prisoners will be taken.

 

[Negative Blessing]

Megara watched as the Acolyte bowed his head slightly before her and she let out a round of laughter. "Why do you bow to me Acolyte Nepos? I am no Lord or Lady or Darth. I'm a mere Crusader, the backbone of our Order and the Empress' warriors, so never bow to me again. If you do this out of respect Acolyte, what respect have I earned from you so far? None that I recall. Now since you were so kind to offer up your name, I am Megara." She moved to the opposite wall leaning back against it while placing her left foot flat on the surface.

Then she sighed when this Private Diopis saluted them. Megara began to open her mouth and chastise him for his gesture but shook her head and let the words die on her tongue. She did not understand the Imperial Military or their formalities so to chastise him for what he has been trained to do would be nothing more than her coming off as intolerable to others. Which, was true. Megara took the mission report and let her eyes scan over the contents. So this Private was in charge and she mentally mocked to herself. How much combat has he really seen? But orders were orders and it was her duty to follow them cause unlike the Imperial Military that held court-martials for disobeying direct orders, the punishemnt in the Sith Order were alot more harsher than a mere court-martial and a boot from the military.

"So you will coordinate us while you remain safely tucked away in the forward operating station? How conviently nice of the Imperial Military to protect you. But I do have one question really," Megara said staring into the eyes of Private Diopis for a few passing moments then added,"Why no prisoners?" Had this been a Sith led operation they would want prisoners. Enemy prisoners could be turned to join the ranks of the Imperials while Jedi or other Force sensitives could be drawn to the Dark Side.

 

[Galad J. Victus]

Galad countered the salute with a reflection of it, a little slighter than what the Imperial did, yet it's equal in means of respect. He liked to think himself as a soldier, before a Sith. Before the unfortunate thing happened months ago, back in Naboo, he was hoping to join the army, and fight for the glory of his homeworld. His father's wealth and position, along with his own skill and education, were enough to open him most doors in military. But everything had changed. Causing Galad to find himself standing here, along with a Sith and an Imperial... He had to focus. Concentrate.

He listened to the Imperial carrefully from his corner with his back still at the wall, as he spoke. So he intended to take up the leadership? Galad was uncomfortable with it. If there was to be an organizer, it had to be him. At least his opinion should have been asked. And the other Sith's. Due to his charactaristic nature, he would accept no less. The plan, in his opinion, was a waste of time. First of all, they all had their dataps and comlinks with the sector maps in them, so no co-ordinater was necessary. He wondered if the Private was trying to avoid fighting with proposing to stay back. And since they had comlinks, a connection could be formed with the air force while they were on the move, after inspecting the rebel base from a closer yet safe distance, an air strike which could be more effective could be called at the entire base and the surronding area. And at last, just like the Crusader herself, he wished to know why no prisoners were accepted. They could be interrogated, and the Empire could learn the organizers and suppliers of this so-called rebellion. He decided to give voice to his objections.

"We all have our datapads with enough information and maps to take us to the rebel base, Private Diopis. Also other Imperial personal who have seen combat against our enemy in the past could lend aid. So you do not have to stay back and co-ordinate our movements from a station. Also, an air strike could be called for through the comlinks and Imperial personal who will accompany us during the mission. And about the prisoners; the air strike should be called in the outer rebel base and surronding area, not the central and the brain of the station. When the common rebel forces are eliminated, we can secure the base by close engagement, and capture the brain team of the rebels along with any kind of supplies and mechanical materials we could find. By interrigating them, the local Imperial garrison could crush the thoughts and fires of rebellion once and for all, after we leave the planet." He took a moment to study man's face expression, then continued with a soft voice. "Don't you think this plan makes more sense?"

Galad was proud, maybe too proud to take orders from a private. But, for the sake of the Empire and the progress of the misson, he could show some tolerance if his propasal was met with resistance. It would damage the effectiveness if they fighted each other, rather than the enemy. He compared the two plans in his head and seeked weakness and gaps in them, as he waited for an answer.

((I'm honestly sorry for the long delay, I was having a very important week with exams and some other stuff. I assure you, it won't happen again. I hope we can make up for the time loss.))

 

[Nor'baal]

OOC: I shall get a reply up today or tomorrow. Watch this space!

EDIT:

Muular listened to the two Sith before he in turn spoke:

''Very well, I shall personally lead an assault force of infantry with you, at the same time as co-ordinating the air support units. With regards to the ''no prisoners'' policy, the Empire has stated that the cell is to be eradicated, and thus no prisoners taken. We do not wish to give the rebels a reason to attempt a rescue after all.''

His piece said, Muular opened up the local force's panel so as to view the numbers of troops they had at their potential disposal. ''How many men do you consider would be reasonable?'' he asked to two sith.

 

[Galad J. Victus]

[COLOR="#CRIMSON"]"Two squadrons for each of us should be sufficent."[/COLOR] Galad answered quickly.

He still was was against the 'no prisoners' policy. He simply failed to understand and accept the why it was even necessary. Or the eradication. Prisoners were always useful, and every man were resourceful in some was unless they were dead. If the rebels indeed tried a rescue, it would be to the benefit of the Imperium. More rebels could bu caught, and hopes would diminish for the rebellion cause. But still, the higher ranked personal had not seen this, clearly, and Galad said out nothing to not the stand against the orders. He was sure he could do better than them.

He checked his datapad one last time, inspecting the plan and the preparations, while in the same time issuing orders for two assault squadrons to gather up, through the panel. One would be carried by transport shuttles, while the other would position themselves around the base and make ready for the assault, under his command. And air strike could be called for once they arrived there.

[COLOR="#CRIMSON"]"Shall we begin, then?"[/COLOR]

 

[Nor'baal]

The Battle of Coruscant had changed everything. Months ago this mission had been raring to go, a few select Sith and a lone Imperial crushing a rebel cell, but that had changed. Having returned from the Battle of 1313, Muular Diopis had discovered that the rebel cell had grown, and a new approach was needed.

He cleared his head, focusing on the job at hand. The MBR felt heavy in his hands, or at least it would have if Muular's robotic arms where capable of feeling such things anymore. ''Target, 3,000 Meters. Firing.'' he said calmly, the soft ''Wumph'' of the silenced shot following his words, as the lead sentry of the rebel compound fell.

He rose from his prone position, and went back down the crest of the hill, as he boarded the small command vehicle. Once inside, he hit the transmission button and spoke ''Dagger force, move. Hammer, move.'' he said monotonously.

Dagger force, and elite yet small force of special operations troops, personally trained by Muular would scale the side walls of the compound, and set up fire arcs on the roof. Hammer force, of which he was a part of, made up of light armour and APC's filled with Flame Troopers would move in at the main gate of the compound, now unobserved due to the death of the head sentry.

''Galad, tear it down.'' he commanded to the Forces Sith representative, the order to tear the main gate down was given.

The massacre would begin thereafter.

 

[Galad J. Victus]

It had been a long time since he was assigned to this mission. Of course he had accepted it without thinking, as he would never miss an opportunity to demonsrate his skills in military command with efficently orchestrated tactics. Before the Battle of Coruscant, this was a simple task. But now with the Alliance forces in run joining forces with local rebels, it was something far different. A true test of strength.

Minutes ago he had returned from the destruction of the Jedi Temple in Coruscant, in which he personally contributed. He was eager for more.

"Black Squadron awaiting orders."
"Red Squadron awaiting orders."
"Dark Squadron awaiting orders."

He heard the the voices of squadron leaders coming from the communication device installed in his personal Naboo starfighter, reporting for duty. Holding the button which allowed him to reply, his fighter dived in, passing through the thin line which seperated the planet orbit from the skies.

[COLOR="#crimson"]"Black, cover our advance, keep those rebel fighters off the bombers as soon as the battle begins. Black and Dark, start your run."[/COLOR]

He spoke calmly. Only a few months had passed, and the Rebels even had established fighter forces now, probaly supplied to them by the remnants of the Alliance. Or perhaps some of the shattered forces in retreat had united in one last attemp to hold this sector. Nevertheless, they were to die here and now.

He kept the fighter steady as he dived further closer to the ground, passing through clouds and clear skies, the target entered his sight.

[COLOR="#crimson"]"Destroy the main gate and the defences surronding it, then join with others to wipe out the naval resistance."[/COLOR]

He flew over the compound, not stopping to watch the fireworks, as he knew what exactly was going to happen. The noises of bombs unleashing chaos and death he heard. It had begun. Landing his fighter on the pre-determinated spot, he spoke a single word before leaving the cockpit, through the device.

[COLOR="#crimson"]"Proceed."[/COLOR]

Briefly observing the deployment of his forces, made up of a few companies, once he saw everything was proceeding as planned, the boy took his position at the helm of the strike force, which was destined to hit the alarmed Rebel compound in the rear, taking advantage of the shock effect.

[COLOR="#crimson"]"For the Imperium! Let none stand in your way!"[/COLOR]

 

[Nor'baal]

Rockets spun through the sky from their vehicle mounted launchers and rained carnage on the rebel base as Imperial Fighters flew over head. With the assault already under full swing, the Rebel's simply had no idea what was happening to them. Muulars light Tank chugged into action, as he lead his line into the side of the rebel base, through the gap made by the fighters.

Once inside they commenced shelling the outbuildings, whilst deep within the compound Dagger Force set up their kill zones so as to intercept the rebel counter attack that would undoubtedly come from the heart of the base. APC's moved up behind the Tank force, and men poured out, securing a perimeter. Within ten minutes the outer layer of the compound had fallen.

Muular got out of his transport, and entered the makeshift command tend, auto-matically responding to the salutes he received. Activating the loud hailers on the outer-side of each vehicle, he spoke with calculated menace.

''These rebel filth had their chance to surrender, to come quitely. They denied it. They are vermin, and they are animals, and by the power vested in my the Imperium, I shall put them down like animals. Men of the Imperium, advance, destroy, annihilate. Kill them all, but spare the leader the dignity of death in battle. Advance, Muular demands it!''

His speel finished, he awaited the arrival of his south counterpart.

 

[Galad J. Victus]

As his force charged in across the field, supported by artillery in distance and light vehicles leading the advance, Galad was standing atop one of the tanks, using the Force to keep his balance. His crimson blade was bright, visible from afar, striking courage and determination into all the hearts that followed him.

[COLOR="#crimson"]"Forward men! Show these foolish thugs how real soldiers fight a battle! Make them pay for their crimes against our righteous law! Show them the price of rebellion! Come with me my companions, stand with me, we shall make them regret, onwards to victory!"[/COLOR]

His clear voice thundered across the charging formations, strengthened with the Force, granting a new determination as the men of the Imperium breached the weak defences, which were newly being put together, and smashed them, destroying the little resistance beyond repair. Now that the area around the entrance was clear, Galad led the charge into the compound, forming his vanguard as a thrust, and breaching the defences, splitting them into little pockets of steel resistance around the large zone, here and there. There were little casulties, as he had striked the panicked Rebel forces from behind, leaving hundreds enemy deads wherever he passed.

When the lightning effect was over, he had penetrated deep enough to meet his northern counterpart in person. Gently delivering a salute to all the officers inside the field HQ, Galad approched the man.

[COLOR="#crimson"]"All goes as planned, the resistance has suffered dearly in the very first strike, but some of the more seasoned and tough groups were allowed to form zones scattered all around, coming from safe lower floors of the compound, under the ground. Almost as if, they were enchanted with a power, something that gives them a will to fight on, despite the terrible injuries we inflicted."[/COLOR]

Extending his senses with the Force, deepening his vision, he fealt it. His emotionless vioce added to his words.

[COLOR="#crimson"]"There is a Jedi in command."[/COLOR]

 

[Nor'baal]

Jedi. The very name made what little spark of humanity he had flair in anger. Muular's cybernetic brain flitted data into over 50,000 different files in his cogitation unit as he processed the myriad of data coming from the battle field. They where taking losses, such a thing was nigh on unavoidable in war, but the majority of such casualties was coming from the compounds hanger. Almost everyone that went in, did not come back out.

The cybernetic being noted the arrival of the few original men, if you could call them that, from that day on 1313. He did not turn, for he did not need to face them to see them. Almost 20 there where, hormone enhanced, and encased in thick black armour, wielding massive black rifles, topped with wicked scythes. At their head was a lone man, Muulars ever loyal sergeant, 80% machine following the terrible explosion.

He greeted them in binary spurt code, before speaking with his flesh voice to Galad.

''According to my records there are only five Jedi in system. You have an average of a 45.7843% chance of beating them alone. I shall accompany you, and my veterans shall take and hold the lower level. That way you have a 67% chance of beating him.'' Muular continued ''I am upgraded with numerous ranged and melee combat attachments.'' he garbled, raising his two ''normal'' arms, and then several dozen thinner metallic pipe like arms, ending in wicked blades and swords.

''The Jedi will perish, of that I can be 99% certain. However, the likelihood of either of us taking injury in this process is high.'' he concluded, as he primed his rapid assault cannon, and hefted a vibro-lance. ''Lead Master Sith, and I shall follow.''

 

[Galad J. Victus]

Briefly studying Muular's vetarans and going over his suggested course of action, the boy found merit in it.

[COLOR="#crimson"]"Very well then. A single squadron will accompany them into the lower levels, while the rest of our forces proceed with the main assaults in this level. Let us press on and begin our hunt."[/COLOR]

Turning over his heels, he passed the order to his second-in-command, a Twi'lek Imperial officer, Galad ignited his crimson lightsaber and left the HQ, heading towards the hangar area while reflecting a few blaster bolts which were shot at him occasionally. At least one Jedi had to be there, as the place itself was of highest importance, due to ongoing space engagement, and the casulties were steadly growing around the rebel defences of the area. The corridor leading there was mostly secured, only a single rebel platoon trying the hold the main entrance, with reinforcements coming from the other side of the gate regularly. A fierce skirmish was taking place between the besieging Imperium forces and well-positioned rebel troops. Despite being outnumbered, they seemed abnormally courageous. There had to be a Jedi inside, and as he suspected, the Battle Meditation was being used to enchant the defenders and harass the fighting spirit of the invaders. It had to be stopped.

Only himself and Muular could possibly hope to dodge it's effects completly, as his mind was defended with the Force, and the other man wasn't an entirely biological being.


[COLOR="#crimson"]"Stay behind me and be as quick as possible."[/COLOR]

He spoke to his companion before throwing himself at the open, rushing towards the wide Imperium trench besieging the rebel trench. Blastor bolts were randomly exploiding here and there, battle cries and orders were filling ears, as Galad ran towards the objective, redirecting all bolts that came his way.

 

[Nor'baal]

Whirring, its many barrels spinning in a continues fusillade of fire, the scatter gun opened up on the lower level of the building as Muular cleared the ground floor for his veterans advance. As the rebels dived for cover, his men ran for the building engaging them in a furious close quarters fire-fight. The cybernetic commander continued his steady advance, as he saw the Sith run past him dodging or deflecting any attack that came at him.

Blaster shots repelled off his personal shield as Muular advanced, and occasionally a flak spray from a rouge grenade caused the shields energy levels to flair, but within a few moments, Muular was next to Galad, at the entrance to the hanger. Placing several tensile arms on the door, Muular allowed the 1 inch thick arms to drill out the door before ripping it away.

''My men have secured the perimeter. Personal sensors detect a lone hostile in the room down here. We have found your Jedi.'' he said monotonously.

 

[Galad J. Victus]

[COLOR="#crimson"]"Excellent. Leave him to me, you may want to direct our assaults elsewhere for now."[/COLOR]

The boy walked through the area, which was now covered with dead and fallen, imprisoning his crimson beast back to it's cage. Passing the door, he found a straigth corridor leading to a single room, one that was poorly lightened and empty except for one figure, the meditating Jedi. He was calm. He held no fear. He was ready to embrace his fate.

The boy gently and silently walked the corridor, his eyes fixed at the man. When he was at the door entrance, he paused. Weirdly, the place was isolated from the ongoing battle in the compound. It had a strange feeling of peace. The Force flowed easy here. The Jedi did not act. Of course he knew Galad was here, yet he did not break stance. His eyes closed, sitting in the floor, at the middle of the chamber. The boy could sense what the Jedi was doing. How he was doing it. He watched, he followed the Jedi's each and every move through the Force, learning. Perhaps, he could use it himself, with some practice. After a duration of waiting, Galad spoke.

[COLOR="#crimson"]"That technique. You are using it to empower your companions, while reducing the will of your foes. Am I correct?"[/COLOR]

The Jedi opened his eyes, he studied the boy. His face expression did not change as his gazed at him. Slowly rising from his spot, he spoke.

"Correct, the Battle Meditation. I would expect you to strike me down while I was vulnerable, but you have not. As all Sith are, you also must be devoid of honour. What kept you back?"

Galad answered, while his words were heavy, his tone was relatively calm, reflecting that of the Jedi. Strangely, his fighting spirit was at it's highest before entering this place, now, he had settled.

[COLOR="#crimson"]"You are wrong, and foolish. The honour is not determined by belief, it is something that you either have or not. Ignite your lightsaber, and let us finish this."[/COLOR]

The Jedi did as he was told, a green blade appearing. Unleashing his own crimson companion, Galad took a step forward.

 

[Nor'baal]

Muular did not respond as the young Sith walked off, he merely followed keeping his distance. Dedicating a further 3.8% of his memory to directing the ongoing assault, the cybernetic being paid an usual amount of attention to the conversation taking place between the Jedi and the Sith. A pointless distraction and a waste of time and energy.

Already Muular was analysis the Jedi, picking out weaknesses. They where few.

He saw the two blades ignite, and once more, held back, content to monitor until his intervention was statistically required.

 

[Galad J. Victus]

After a fierce yet short clash of eyes, which would determine who was to make the first move forward, Galad launched his assault, relentless and unpredictable, his speed and strength enchanted with the Force. The hilt of his servant grabbed with two hands, the boy attempted several fast hits on both the upper and the lower body of the Jedi, bringing the crimson saber down at his head, striking from the flanks, at his arms and waist, trying to cut through his defences and land a critical strike which could quickly establish him as the winner. His attacks fueled by his rage and re-ignited battle fury, not only he fough with brutal strength, but with the elegance of a duel artist, and as a beast of the Dark Side.

With every move, the Jedi found himself further on the retreat. Clearly, Galad's sudden wave of rush left him surprised and desperate the stabilize the progress of the duel. Galad, suspecting that the male Jedi Knight was a scholar, more than a warrior, pressed on, greatining his efforts while trying to keep his control. His combination of the dark fueled force and saber skills, were seemingly overwhelwing the Jedi, as his face expression also indirectly confirmed too. At last, the Jedi, whose self-control was weakining, left an open spot, and Galad catched it, aiming the green saber and pushing it aside, and launched his own crimson saber to dive into the man's chest, only to cut through the mere air, as the Jedi threw himself aside, and left both himself, and Galad vulnerable to attack.

The boy barely saw the green killer coming for him, through his flank, his senses screamed, signalling the incoming danger, and Galad pulled his shoulder aside, the energy blade scourched a little corner of his robe and touched his epaulette, barely missing his skin. Galad quickly reacted by swinging his saber towards the Jedi's hand, and a cold scream shattered the air, as a hand left it's master, and aimlessly flew towards a side of the room, the green fire diminished.

As an amazed Galad prepared to brought down the final strike, the Jedi dashed towards the exit, while sending a wave of Force towards the young Sith and quickly summoning the hilt to his remaining hand. Galad did not back, nor slide, yet he was paused for a moment to perform his defence, and saw the Jedi rushing towards the only exit from the dark chamber.

 

[Nor'baal]

Movement, right approximately 25 yards....the Cyborgs mind ran at 200 times the rate of an unaltered brain. Jedi, armed, estimated threat level Beta.....Muular's combat sensors ascertained. He jumped, 25 yards spinning in the air as he did so and landed before the Jedi. Pointless displays such as a callous bow, or a sarcastic comment would only waste time, so Muular did neither.

Two blades sprung from his hands, and he attacked. One blade went high, the other for the Jedi's sabre. Blocking and forcing the Sabre away with one blade, Muular drove the other blade into the Jedi's side, causing the force user to disengage and withdraw. Muular pursued as the Jedi took a few small steps back, and moved to the side, leaving the Jedi's 'front flank' open for Galad to attack.

Life signs weakening, contacts lower torso bleeding heavily, stomach ruptured....the Cyborgs cogitation unit analysed. Weakness, exploitable weakness.