Tanaab - Attacking the Infrastructure

[Artarion Sekt]

Location: Tanaab
Time: Morning
Participants: @Critas @Gian Greydragon @Ecclessey
Briefing: Stage a raid on the planet of Tanaab, hitting key points of agricultural integrity. Hit the False Emperor as hard as one can, directly in his stomach. Target Grain Silos, slaughter livestock, Important crops and fields, anything to empty the bellies of the followers of the False Emperor.




Artarion had landed that morning on the planet of Tanaab in an area of the main continent, near the equator. The area was remote enough for his landing to be unnoticed while also giving him access to the very abundant fields. Checking his data pad he again went over the specifics of the mission as they were passed down. It seemed simple enough and that was what was troubling to Artarion. He did not like being this far into Imperial Republica space.

After he had his bearings and the mission in mind, Artarion shouldered into his armor, gathered his twin light sabers and headed down the ramp of his ship. Looking around at the small improvised landing area, he took in the look of the other ships. It would be interesting if nothing else, especially considering much of the attention of the Imperials was on the duel between Emperors. It wasn't that Artarion did not care about the duel, far from it. Duty and the mission came first however.

 

[Arnen Elgernoth]

Arnen landed a Mynock-Series Freighter, in the mere hours of the morning, before the rise of the local star the illuminated Tanaab's sky, he'd taken precautions not to be seen by many, landing in a field, hours ahead of his comrade or comrades that had not flown with him, bringing with him a handful (4) of non-Mandalorian mercenaries, armed lightly, with rudimentary blasters, to serve as support, and crowd control, if the locals didn't take too kindly to their demolishing of their crops.

If.

With a little luck, his efforts would make his Emperor proud. With the Emperor engaged lightyears away in Kaggath, he prayed for his victory, there, as well as their own here, for Arnen would sooner fling himself into the lava oceans of Mustafar, before following some youngling with a hot head. If nothing else, his base would serve as a base for runaway Sith of the Old Empire, to stage their own rebellion, should foul play find a hand in the death of their Emperor, or even in the event of him being killed by a flyaway strike with her lightsaber.

Tanaab was now their playground. Ready to demolish a small portion of their food production, the Sith began looking for prime targets, finding a grain silo in the distance, and he decided that was his target. "We'll go there first, and see what resistance the Republica has afforded this backwater planet," Arnen growled, as he stepped forward to gain a better look at the silo. It appeared to be of light construction, and a few grenades at key points at the base would demolish it. They could then burn the grain within.

"Spread out, but move together, and spare none that try to stop us. I don't need to explain to you all my position on taking prisoners," Arnen added, making it clear he didn't want anyone that lived here to walk away from this. He took up the center, filling in gaps with the mercenaries, and moved forward, with the others as a group, blaster pistol in his left hand, and a lightsaber hilt, ready to deploy at a moment's notice, on an N.E.W.D.A mechanism on his right side.

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