Open Invasion He Who Controls The Spice...

[Theo Magna]

Given the nature of traffic to and from Kessel, the space around the planet could hardly be called calm - though perhaps by comparison it could be. The space surrounding Kessel was calm before the ISC assault fleet burst free from hyperspace. Capital ships newly built and crewed stood at the forefront of the ISC battle lines, the flagship being the TE-4 Command Carrier that all of the ships were in sight of and in communication with. At the rear of the formation, the old Interdictor-Class Star Destroyer would begin preparing to "close the net" with it's interdiction field.

Fleet Admiral Scora Izer stood in overall command of the fleet on the bridge of the TE-4 Command Carrier and she held up a hand.

"Interdictor is to hold position position - TE-2 'Bothans Benevolence' and it's contingent is to remain within proximity. Remainder of the fleet is to advance with fighter screen." she commanded, the fleet beginning to move on her orders, "Push the Lucrehulk forward to act as a platform for the invasion; half compliment is to defend, other half is to ride with the assault ship wave."

She stood at a parade rest, prepared to see her first real combat fleet action as a success. As part of this she opened the agreed upon com-line within full view of the bridge staff to send a message to President Thorne and the Council.

"President Thorne... Councillors." the Fleet Admiral bowed her head slightly, "We have entered the system and are proceeding with the invasion. As previously ordered, the order to stand down will be broadcast immediately."

*** Meanwhile ***

"This message is being broadcast for the benefit of all Hutt and Pyke aligned forces within the Kessel System; this is Fleet Admiral Scora Izer of the ISC Navy. This message is a demand for your unconditional surrender. Surrender and you will be treated well as a new part of the ISC. Resist and we will offer the survivors the same demand only once."​

Theo wouldn't have given them much of a chance to surrender had he been in command of the fleet but, he supposed that was why he was placed in charge of a Squad rather than an entire fleet. Dressed in his Specialist armor, the ISC Ranger had been given command within the ISC Army and Navy as part of his duties but he had spent little actual time with either during his time as a Ranger.

And now they would be bloodied together.

Looking around at the troops inside the SS-54 Light Assault Ship with him, Theo checked his weapons' straps one last time before the pilot gave him the thumbs up and the assault ship began to leave the Lucrehulk's massive hanger. He knew that there were over two dozen other assault ships riding alongside them with a dozen TE-34 fighters running with them as escorts.

The bomber compliment and the remaining fighters were hanging back for now, just in case the locals did decide to surrender - it was better to bomb the hell out of people after they refused to surrender, not before they gave an answer after all. Reaching up, he touched his helmet to activate the com-link he had to some of the other key specialists and mercenaries.

"Check check, this is Magna - how do you copy?" he called out on the coms, "Ready up people, we're going to be breaking cloud any minute now."

Spoiler: ISC Ships in Use

Interdictor Destroyer
TE-4 Command Carrier
TE-2 Carrier/Destroyer
TE-1 Destroyer
Lucrehulk-Class Battleship
TE-34 Wing Fighters
BTL-C1 Y-Wing Bombers
SS-54 Light Assault Ships

Spoiler: Mentioned Tags

@Sreeya @Isen @Nommie @Mr. Teatime

@Altaris @vamp @Scoobert

 

[Ryan Fields]

It was definitely not often that Fields was assigned to calls without his squad, but he supposed he'd rather them stay back and safe for now. There was no need to chance them getting hurt. He wouldn't want that for any other his soldiers in the Honey Badgers. For now he would be temporarily assigned to the Dawnguard Squad. Another squad in the ISC Army Specialist Division. He was ready to bring them to a successful invasion. Should it be necessary.

"Corporal, all aboard are secured and ready to go."

"Good, let's get on course. The fleet is in full sail to Kessel, I want to make it there before they start."

"Roger Corporal."

Fields walked to the cockpit of the SS-54 Light Assault Ship. This one in specific was given the name 'Fireball' which was fitting. Dawnguard just meant Guardians of Dawn. Dawn was the rise of the sun. The sun is just a giant ball of gas and fire. Hence the 'Fireball.' Not the worst of names he's heard, but it wasn't the best either.

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As the fleet arrived to the position of tactical advantage. They were to give Kessel the chance to surrender. Though there was an inner feeling within Fields that felt that this planet will resist. It would be unfortunate if they did. Fields was readied leader and combat specialist. The ones taking the ass kicking would be the criminals.

"Alright Dawnguard. Ready yourselves. If they choose to resist, we should show them why the ISC Army is not a force to look over."

As they all cheered with 'Hooah' he would place his helmet on to his head and link his commlink. Then he heard a voice come over it. He recognized Magna through reputation. Though it wasn't high, it was enough to know about. A ranger fighting along the Specialists. There was a weird feeling within Fields just from knowing he is a ranger that wants to play army. In the end, it was an extra gun, so why not look it over this one time.

"Magna, this is Corporal Fields of the ISC Army Specialist Division. Welcome to the Jungles of War. We roll fast, try to keep up."

@Nefieslab @Altaris @vamp

 

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

Nor’baal had been enjoying his retreat to the spice worlds, toasting the death of the much maligned ‘Preef Callo’, as he sipped the finest cocktails and sampled some of the local entertainment. But now, as he stood on one of the many upper balconies of the Royal Palace of Kessel, he couldn't help but feel slightly put out that the ISC had decided to fly unsightly space ships overhead, spoiling his view completely.

<Tytung Jee banag doth wa jedahkacs.> the Hutt lamented to nobody in particular, as he watched various members of the palace staff running about in a state of terror. Lately the ISC had been on an almost unstoppable rise, and with the Hutts currently on the run following the genocide declaration from the late Preef Callo, Nor'baal had known for some time that the tables where well and truly turning.

If you can't beat 'em…

The Hutt chucked at his own immense genius, and called for his droid to open a holographic communication line to the invading fleets commander.

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<Ahban, fa ah cuova chakee cohai bai doth bu koo bai chobaso bu ISC wata bai Pattee, an Jee woy hee tee ata cay kouwahe bahe, um cay ba kouwahe bmeheka. Che bom bom janse fa gee doth puohe bai tytung heee cay bu bmheh bai neu fa, da bu kougine heee see yanee gee flunka tee ata bu bohdon see Pattee, um bu johze yoskah peee tee, an da doth wonkee Jee chobaso uba bai tah planeeto, an chobaso bu uonza uba caiot koose.> the holographic communication commenced, being translated into basic by Nor’baals droid.

<Jee gee nobata siw da bu hunto- don keemon dokwacha naoo dee camai see Pattee hatkocanh ponka jobaba dee hou bu ISC jedaheu tah danko, an bedwana fa don bu wouba see twa chashatae an chobaso kaiou, bo da cohai bimhee um baw wah Doptkee Monba, uen bohdon an uen camai. Ahban, Dobra nonke bai chemant ka kee wa bohdon dee Doptkee Monba, an Jee gee che mee kanoh ateema adtahia bu phata dee ISC cay faee, bla cuane tee da fa doth bu bo woute Masetkoha da tee maseana hee wiheaye dayan.> the Hutt layered the flattery on thick as he continued his opening message to the Commander of the invading fleet, before moving on to the meat of the issue at hand.

<Sa, Ahban, hee chobaso doth mee bauian, da Meecooda gahkesa uba heee lwaa doth nobata mayetka doi bu colae bohdon see tah danko, an Jee saconba da jeejee vat cahwahh, an bantkoke doa bunno peee bai bu jewz ku see Pattee, don bu ISC. Peee uba doth, Dobra gahke, bla, bu Yih bmala doth tam dopyei doi twa yagcuonba cay bu pheciua Preef Callo, coo ahban kiukee s tee camai killee du wa lanaleu.> the Hutt paused, thatetrically wiping away a large tear from his cheek as he continued <Sa, Jee cahba mah chamy pinii an uen kanwon peee wa ahban bapia see tah ahban, an banwene see mah pohii Yih, an baua becei bmala awh bkahaakes peee pheciua, sonpa bai bu chalata see wa douaph kouciukoee see tee ticay, gee cahba cohanla heoi pee see tah sapuohola. Ahban, Jee saconba da bu ISC chobaso Pattee don bu wouba, da bu ISC chobaso ten don mee Pantahlea, an du moova mee Jee gahkesa uba bu webauag, bidkana, an sonpa, see mah camai, an bu camai see Pattee.>

Nor’baal drew his message to a close with a final statement <Hee, dah cohka dee camai see Pattee, Jee saconba da jeejee doneha bunno vehpobaee tee lumpa don bu Pantahlea, an gahacanee banang tee pomekiuog, tee sayey che cog, tee cah che chobaso, an tee pihoha nai, bai pinuodahee cay, an doth wa cohka see, bu Banbamanu Danko Pantahlea>

@Nefieslab @Scoobert

 

[Emryc Thorne]

President Emryc Thorne wasn’t going to miss the first invasion led by the ISC. He had been on Kessel before, and he had defended Preef Callo’s assets in a spice mine. As he stepped forth to stand next to Admiral Izer, he couldn’t help but think how much things had changed over the years. Callo was dead and he had a military force under him that had the ability to attack and take the planet. These weren’t borrowed Sith assets, these weren’t given to him. This was his.

He was adorned in uniform fitting for his position. Normally diplomats didn’t wear military attire, but his military academy institution had a public facing presence. Emryc technically held officer ranks, though he rarely donned the uniform. Today marked the perfect occasion for finally dressing the part. And it generally boosted morale.

Emryc was monitoring the movements through comms and video feeds. When the Hutt addressed them, he decided to step in. He silently motioned for Izer to step aside as he took hold of the comms. When he spoke, it would likely surprise everyone on the bridge by him, and perhaps also the Hutt.

“Uba cohai douapianke, um in ting konpa paupe phekepeth pantebaha,” Emryc responded in fluent Huttese, making it abundantly clear he was not someone to be trifled with, “Jotke Jee bla, Pattee doth wehca du bu doppomkesa see Callo an Crymorah. Ah'chu apenkee bai cohai um baw wah planeeto?” He was curt as he spoke, direct and right to the point, “Cohou mi chaia da Crymorah bap bouih bai uba mo gee doth hih douhobepeu doi bekiola see pawa dah bu planeeto.”

@Nor'baal @Nefieslab @Scoobert

 

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

Nor'baal could not hide his appreciation as the President of the Independent Systems Consortium conversed with him in his own language. It was rare indeed for Hutts to see someone not of their species address them in the more civilised language of Huttese, and the effort it took for another race to speak their language was commanding. <Sacenit. Nupee, Dobra yicei da uba gee douaph bai panbipa tah jedaheu see Pattee cahtane. Fa wohot lhonu phabeka bai bu ISC bai neu juju Oashtahuiy vehpobamhana tytung nebeha dee seiahte piukiha la panbipa. Uba doth hih mipa du mee adtahia-oba mesohba bu boha senocea see tah yicei danko.>[/color] Nor'baal layered on the flattery once more. Based on his considerable experience, there were few species in the Galaxy that did not like being buttered up.

<Hocan, bankop tee janu bu kahka see Preef Callo, bu Yih Kahkesa, bu kanwuee dee Cymorrah gee coi pantebahenu. Sa, hhont johze Yih bmola dotkot momahka da twa amahola doth yatuka baueuapee, wa yoyohba see liebonkoy bapia, peee fa tytung bom bom awh wohot du wa uonza see sehapka. Joppay fa nan bai Pattee hocan, Sacenit. Nupee, Dobra kolka bai bleeu uba da bu Cymorah wohot tee han bu panbipeua wata, cueiauee fa doth bu Pyke Benbepoka. Hocan, bu Benbepoka han bu saptkhe bai bu banba see kouuaze bmela, la cha han bu boha pawa, mo gee twa kon dah bu jaiei see pawa wata. Becmi eeth, Sacenit. Nupee, la doth shasa pahebay, an, whao fa doth mee hatkocanh, bu camai see Pattee hatkocanh, peee kacdy dee ISC, neu da pacahla wapit dah cuee phiha bauee.>

It was true, which shocked Nor'baal to his core - he actually wasn't lying. Since the death of Callo, the Cymorah had changed their method of operation, and here on Kessel, a world which was dominated by the criminal trade in Spice, it was the Pykes who controlled the shipments. He went into more detail on the 'vision' he had for the future of the world.

<Fa doth tee bla da fa gee janse doth pheca da cika bu umohaca see Pattee, um fa wohot tee gee bai doth da heee dokahn. Bpuoiag, Shasa- da doth haku Pattee gee joggdu dah, biw bu sepe wensha dee Benbepoka. Um cay bankobaaney du bidwata an droida hapnauasa, bu bidwata caiot doth winplea ban bpuoiaee, twa wah chee boyeke che kabelen gai peee tee peee kanbitkhee boya. Pattee fen kae gee koumhaptece cuee bai mo bu Yoskah, an bu ISC, ai tohpakepa, an bpuoiag.> the Hutt explained. He paused briefly, trying to think of the best way to phrase what could only be described as a push for power, motivated by naked self-interest.

<Pattee doth ba makacheesa bai bu ISC. Wa tam danko bai bu Pantahlea, wa danko cay wa dotkenkala phike du biway an pheca, boht maee, cohou bu Benbepoka danko da wa tam an yai jewz ku doth dodi. boboba, bpuoiaee nem wata, cuee tee- yae. Jedaheu hoohah, an bu yoskah noa-a cohou bu pacmoko-ace heee dee ISC, an pin, jeejee caiot pantkhee mee Pattee, kaza bu dheua nal see dotmay oponowa tweepi dee Pattee joggdu, peee mewizaee doth chobaso, an peee jewz ku caiot doth wahza.>

Nor'baal boomed, his naturally deep voice lending his words a degree of gravitas that the Hutt did not actually know he had.

 

[Theo Magna]

They had hit the planetoid’s surface and already Theo was beginning to think that being part of a military operation suited him far more than he expected it to. Leading his squad from the front, Theo was the first person out of the craft.

“Move up!” he commanded through the helmet com lines, “Our target is the main Spice vein’s security room. Follow me!”

With his rifle raised, Theo noted how many of the workers just seemed to stare at them for a moment before holding their hands up. Overseers didn’t so much object to their presence as they seemed confused as to what they should do. They had weapons but they were mostly suitable for keeping workers in line rather than fighting off battledroids and ISC specialists.

“Blue Ring armed.”

Shortened code for stunning those who didn’t throw down their weapons. Stun bolts from his squad rang out and several of the guards and Overseers threw their weapons down when the pattern made itself known. A second squad landed and Theo signalled for them to secure the outside as he and his squad made their way into the mine, heading for the main security room.

As they were moving a burst communication from command came through.

“All points be advised, Big Papa is negotiating with the Slugs. Repeat; Big Papa is negotiating with the Slugs.”

Big Papa was the code agreed for talking about the President, about Emryc. What was he doing here so soon after recovering from his ordeal? He should still be on bed rest! They should be able to handle this without having to interrupt his rest and recovery, surely? Oh but his President probably insisted, the martyr to his good work that he was.

It upset Theo that he was having to work so hard though – he should be able to relax, knowing that they had this and he would show him!

“Double time people! Lets make Papa proud!”