Open Invasion Jomark-ing Our Territory

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Darth Draugr

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Jomark, FWA Space, 2149 Hours

The last time Master Draugr was present for a fight was on Ansion where the battle ended in stalemate much like Ithor. It was time to change this. It was time to prove he could bring another sure fire victory to the Empire as he has done in the past. It was time to show no mercy. No pity on their lives. It was time to ensure the enemies of the Empire that reside on this planet are eliminated entirely, brought to heel, and then slain by the Sith warriors. Draugr would bring the arsenal given for this mission.

The Sith Master made sure to await the attack until it was dark to ensure the FWA forces and any Jedi scum on the planet had no preparation. Knowing the landscape of the planet, it was a sandy, mountainous terrain. The capital of the planet Chynoo would be the target. It was defended better than any other city or town but it was the stronghold of the planet. It had to be brought into Sith control. In the briefing before the ships departed, it was commanded of all Sith forces, to expose of any lights in the city. The advantage was using the night and it's darkness. Being invisible was how they would win this fight. The Sith troops would depart from their common red look and dawn an all black uniform to keep the stealth advantage until it came to them blasting their rifles.

As the Sith ships: Draugr's Destroyer, along with two others, two frigates, two cruiser, and five MG-100's, arrived out of hyperspace Draugr was on his way to his drop ship. The orders were simple. Attack. The Zabraki Master was not going to stop until either they were dead or he was. The fight was on. His ship would arrive to the sandy mountainous surface and land on a landing pad, leading to the entry points of the capital city. Sith forces would create a siege and entry points of three different parts of the city were targeted. The northeast, south, and west entrances.

The Zabrak targeted the Southern entry dawning a black uniform to remain hidden in the night. Whether the other Sith took a different path or not, this was where he would be. His goal was to bring the defenders to their knees and make a public execution of any leaders who may reside in Chynoo. The night was dark, if an individual wasn't within twenty feet of the opposition they would be almost invisible to the naked the eye. The sand blowing in the wind would see to that. The lights being casted from blaster fire would fly through the sky and target any light producers in the city. As the lights from any lamps or building were being shot out, Draugr remained on a dark pathway and make his way to the trade center in the middle of the the city.

[OOC: Sith Side is full. Open to three defenders only]



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Brium flicked the light of his failing holo-emitter, hoping the damp end of his cigarra would catch. The brief blue flicker illuminated the command room of the somber trade center. Red emergency lights hummed softly in the distance.

"In the last war, we installed these computers to read atmospheric traffic and alert of any bombing runs to evacuate. Gods, I'd rather take a bombing run than a Sith armada..." The Bothan trade center soldier fidgeted with his uniform, waiting for Brium to say something.

"Bucket." Brium's droid perked up from the corner of the room. "Yes, sir?" It chirped, walking over to his master.

"Give us a hand, would you?" He used his scarred, bushy eyebrows to gesture to the cigarra hanging out of his mouth. Without another word, 8UK-3T activated its flamethrower extension, and fired towards the target. Brium sputtered, batting away embers and singed hairs. "Bucket! Use the 'light a stogie' setting. I installed it in your program files myself, for Whisp sake."

"I am aware of the program, sir. But your removal of my behavioral matrix allows me to dictate whether or not I will choose to activate it."

"So you enjoy burning my face, got it." Brium grumbled.

"It would be partially untrue to say it is not entertaining, sir."

"Aren't you worried about-I-I don't know, the bloodthirsty monsters that are about to kill us?" The soldier pleaded, interrupting the two. Brium and 8UK-3T simultaneously turned and shot each other a look.

"Look, buddy, you make a nice enough salary to hire guns. If you don't like my plan, don't spend all the credits on an ex-Mando and his droid. Get a nice turret." Brium yawned, rubbing the spot where his thigh met his cybernetic leg enhancement.

"You said you were the best in the galaxy!" The Bothan soldier exclaimed. "And we hardly had enough time to hire the adequate response force with Sith knocking on our door. I-I have a family! I need to get out of here. We should have gotten a Jedi..."

"Always need a Jedi to bail you out?" Brium retorted, checking his ammunition. "Keep your pants on. Get your captain and crew, all remaining employees with weapons knowledge. Anybody knows a thing or two about detonators, even better. I'm not counting on it." Yeah, best in the galaxy that isn't currently offworld, maybe. Brium wondered why he always had to be the closest one to bad jobs. If it wasn't for losing that last pazaak match in the nearby cantina, Brium would have had the credits to refuel his vessel and leave this coarse planet long before this terrible gig fell into his lap.

"I-I am the last remaining employee. As district commander, it's my responsibility to send a distress beacon and safeguard the sensitive information stored here until Republic forces arrive. If the enemy military gained access to this center, then the capital would be lost! The last of us are fighting on the streets. Besides the security droids, it's just me..."

"Oh, brother." Brium sighed. "What's your name?"

"Dax. M-my name is Dax." The district commander replied.

"Okay, Dax. 8UK-3T already accessed the security consoles, all four entry points have been sealed up and the terminals destroyed. We set up mines in each corridor, and did the same with the roof access. Hopefully, that should take care of ground forces and slow down any Force sensitives for a while. Once the mines go off, the droid security team reads the blast vibrations and engages their defenses. Between their minor shields and stun blasters, I don't imagine they'll last very long against superior firepower." Brium finished his cigarra, discarding it to the floor and stamping it out. "But those timed charges are gonna keep them busy until we run dry. This is a night raid, so I'm guessing there'll be stealth units. Bucket's connected to the TC cameras, so he should be able to alert us if he detects a stealth field generator on the feed."

"They shimmer on camera." 8UK-3T said matter-of-factly.

"But, then what?" Dax asked, the edge of terror in his voice on the verge of breaking.

"Then, my furry friend," Brium explained. "My reinforcements should arrive. These guys, they love to wait until the last moment to show up. But man, they're good for a fight."

"Got it, so against an entire army of dark lords, we've got...a shield generator, some mines, some security droids, a couple more randoms on the way, and a few blasters." Dax snapped, clearly in the middle of the 'anger' stage of grief.

"Don't go forgetting the star of the show, now." Brium smiled, flashing missing teeth and scar tissue.

"Right, and an overconfident merc. You know, if this is supposed to make me feel better, it's not working." Dax said.

"Comfort is the least of our worries, right now. The goal is to stay alive for the next hour and a half until the Republic fleet arrives. No one's getting through these doors." Brium cocked his blaster rifle. "The good and bad news is, this command room is in the center of this facility. Good, since we can keep cover fire on any ground troops coming in through the entry points. Bad, since it's curtains for us if we get surrounded. Worst case scenario, we can hold them back and seal the doors. But, hey, maybe we can stop another planet falling to the Sith before our fiery demise." 8UK-3T flashed a thumbs-up.

"Wait!" Dax spoke up. "There's a service tunnel underneath this room to the power generator facility across the district. I've got the maintenance codes to unlock it."

"Oh! Well, never mind, then." Brium pulled a small metal container-like device out of his pack, priming it on the ground.

"Then we'll give them a nice firework show, and ride off into the sunset when it's all said and done. Provided we aren't murdered first, you might even get yourself a medal for this act of service. We finished?"

Dax stared at him blankly. "Were you satisfied with just perishing at the end of this? How could you not have an escape plan?"

"Allow me, sir. I think I can answer this one." 8UK-3T interjected, raising a robotic hand. Brium shrugged.

"To quote our fearless leader, 'Where we go, the Force follows! We are the masters of adventure! Danger is our middle name! 8UK-3T is the greatest!' " 8UK-3T recited proudly, waving his hand in wonder like an explorer recounting a great expedition.

"You might be embellishing on that last one, Bucket."

"We're doomed." Dax said.

Brium checked the clock. He had a few more tricks up his sleeve before the night was through. Brium didn't believe in praying, but every ounce of his being was counting on help arriving. This was the first matter in ages that Brium had a stake in, even privately. He was tired of working for the highest bidder, and ignoring ethics. A bounty hunter with a moral compass doesn't get the big paycheck, but Brium was beginning to learn there were more important things in the galaxy than credits. Putting a target on his own back was something he was getting used to, so he accepted any consequences of going after Sith. If he could survive tonight to face the repercussions, that would be a welcome gift. He steadied himself, repeating his inner mantra like he routinely did before battle. Inaudibly, he spoke the oath again.

"Die with honor. Live again." He heard the distant rumblings grow closer. The time was approaching.
 
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