Welcome to Ansion

[Black Noise]

A thousand years and change still had not fully come to Ansion, a planet of plains and simple folk. Even the largest of cities, constructed in massive arches designed for comfort, were still backwards compared to most other worlds. The world was one of the Imperium's many breadbasket worlds, and therefore important to the cheap food the Imperium was able to provide its military and citizens.

However, recently this world had been plagued by pirates and rogue mercenaries that had been hired to counter the pirates. Villagers and farmers could not possibly afford to pay mercenaries to solve their problems, and when the mercenaries had found that out they had turned on their employers. Local police helped to restore many of the villages, but they would be inadequate to defend any village from a major attack or hunt down the pirates and mercenaries.

The hardest hit village, a fairly large farming community called Mu'ond, was the closest village to where the mercenary and pirate's supposed main camp of operations had been set up, and therefore the most attacked community. The Imperium had been called in to defend the village and repair the damage done by the mercenaries in their revolt and the pirates in their raids.

Rather than send a small detachment of military personnel, the Grand General, Konstantine Arkyadvich, decided to personally take a group of assorted military personnel down to the world to take care of matters. It had been a long time since the High Marshal of the Stormtrooper Corps had personally lead non-stormtroopers in a mission, and in his mind it had been far too long. Stepping off one of the five Imperium troop transports that landed outside of the village, the man stepped out dressed in a thick, grey trenchcoat over his white Stormtrooper armor. No helmet rested upon the man's head, despite the clear exposure the Grand General found it often times easier to communicate with others without the helmet on, they feared him less.

Turning to the nearest soldier, he gestured in the direction of the large company of villagers making their way to meet them. The man in the front of the villager group, a wizened old human in robes and supporting himself with a crutch over his left leg, appeared to clearly be the elder. Speaking, Konstantine ordered the nearby soldier.
"Go meet with him, explain to him that we'll be helping rebuild and prepare defenses for the village before beginning an excursion after the enemy."

Konstantine's voice was strong, and his orders were not to be disobeyed. The soldier was certainly placed in a hard spot as Konstantine stepped back into the crowd of soldiers filing off the transport, blending perfectly as he covered his rank insignia casually with his hand, despite standing a head taller than most around him. The village elder, seeing the soldier being ahead of all the rest, called him out.
"Oi! You're in charge of this band? What do you have planned to keep those scum out of my town? I've already lost seven men to those bloody mercenaries and had a child carried off by one of the pirates, if I don't see progress soon I'll be seeing to it you lose your commission sir!"

All the while, Konstantine smiled, wondering how the man put on the spot would diffuse the situation. The Imperium was the leader in the galaxy now, and the Tarkin Tactics of old had been laid aside. The soldier would need speak kindly and humbly, despite the Imperium having the authority to do whatever they so wished. They needed these people's loyalty, not their servitude.

 

[Rector_Ras]

Another day another mission for the Imperium. Ander was part of a small group to take care of pirates on the planet Ansion. The assignment was straight forward the part that got to him was the man leading it. He was the Grand General of the storm troopers. Why would he be the one leading Imperial troops instead of storm troopers? Ander knew his name was Konstantine Arkyadvich but that was were his information ended. He had looked in what files he was allowed and talked to other Imperial troops but there was really nothing. No men or women who had served under him. At least nothing recent.

They had arrived on the planet. They were to start in a farming community called Mu'ond. Stepping off one of the five Imperium troop transports that landed outside of the village and standing behind and slightly to the right of the General he saw a group of villagers walking towards them probably to greet them being lead by an elder. He heard the General give an order but it took a moment for him to register it was his. "Go meet with him, explain to him that we'll be helping rebuild and prepare defenses for the village before beginning an excursion after the enemy." With the General stepping back he knew the elder was yelling at him and not the real leader.

"Oi! You're in charge of this band? What do you have planned to keep those scum out of my town? I've already lost seven men to those bloody mercenaries and had a child carried off by one of the pirates, if I don't see progress soon I'll be seeing to it you lose your commission sir!"


Doing as he was told he walked towards the elder and started to explain. "Sir I think I can speak for everyone here that just arrived we are very sorry to hear about the lost men and the child. We are going to get rid of these guys I can promise you that much but first we need to fortify this city. Make sure no other men or children are lost. Once the city is fortified and we are confident we will lose no other people we will move out and take out the troublemakers. Now if you have other concerns or questions ask now and I will get you an answer as best I can. If not I would like to help get this city Fortified." Ander tried to be as clear as possible but he also made sure he was respectful to the man but not below this other one. If he had used his tone the way he hoped and what he had learned in the academy the man would find the answer acceptable but it was all in the tone. He didn't say he wasn't in charge as it was presumably what the general wanted them to at least think though he noticed after the talk some of his speech was that of a soldier not a leader and all he could do now was hope the man would not notice the small mistakes.

 

[Clayton]

Shar chuckled throatily as Anders was beset by an angry man, who spoke with some authority. Ah, the joys of not being in charge, he thought, finally containing his amusement before Anders redirected the wrath onto him. And before it looked to the village that Ander's men were laughing at him. That wouldn't be a very good first impression. The Farghul took a moment to deeply breath in the unfiltered air and bask in the warmth of the sun. It was a nice break from the controlled environment of a battleship. How wonderful it would be to feel the wind in his fur again. He snapped back to reality as Anders finished talking to the elder. Still in his flight suit as he was one of the shuttle pilots, Shar approached Anders, hiding a grin. Perhaps it would be best to get a feeling for Anders' patience, or ability to know when he was being upstaged.

"Sir, Corporal Shar Karthassin. I was thinking," he purred, "that perhaps it would be a good idea if I coordinated with the esteemed Elder, or with whomever he directs me to, to take inventory of our combined materials and manpower available to constructing fortifications?" A very faint smile hovered for a fleeting second on his face. Such a suggestion, depending on the Officer In Charge, could be met with approval, or a more unpleasant task, depending on how they perceived the suggestion. By putting it forward himself as something that should be done, and not a question of if it was a good idea, more seasoned officers such as Karthassin's old XO would take it as if Shar was suggesting they couldn't think of it themselves. A less seasoned officer, or one who wasn't paying close attention to the subtleties would be oblivious to the unspoken. If Anders was the latter, there could be much fun to be had during their off time.

Unfortunately for Anders, if he took offense to it, he could not openly show it as the suggestion was a very good one, at least in Shar's eyes. The way he saw it, the Elder would be the best resource for such information. He would know what the village had on hand, and which townsfolk had experience in construction. By coordinating with each other right off, and not having the Imperium take charge and order the townspeople around, the Imperium would be showing them as equals and comrades. At the end of this mission, Anders will either like me or hate me, and I don't really mind which. At the end of the day, I'll have done my job, and have had fun doing so.

 

[Grand Admiral Hu3]

After the calm touchdown on the planet surface, Thorm had a smile on his face – not the kind of smile you seen when a child gets a new toy, that kind of smile, that kind you see when someone finds an old love again, and Thorm found it many times in the latter seconds.

And although he and two mates were talking to an old man, that probably was the village elder Thorm mind was still inside that cockpit – it was an easy flight, and he knew it; but man, wasn’t he filled with joy, it was his first assignment after all.

But after the mention of “hunting down”, Thorm chocked a little bit; they would obviously be putting him inside a cockpit, wouldn’t them? As he was pulled out of his dreams and almost sexual passion with piloting, his mind went crazy, his eyes flew all over the place as he thought and analyzed every centimeter of the locale.

Thorm wasn’t the one calling the shots, but he had a couple of suggestions of strategic defense even before they got around to that part, and as his mind flowed fast like an airplane, he went from the town’s defense, to the old man behavior back into a sadistic fear of not being inside a cockpit when, and if, the fighting began.

He then reached a stalemate, and as his face turned blank, he once again laid eyes on his two other friends; as the Farghul entered the conversation with the old man, right after poor Ander received a bombardment of words by the old man.

And Thorm just didn’t know what to say to that poor sod, the things the pirates and mercenaries did to him where probably ruthless, and nothing in the world would appease that hatred – except for the bandit’s heads at his doorstep.

 

[Dmitri]

Ai found the men immediately finding the first person in sight and slapping around their authority irritating. The High Marshall had justification for his action. He was the commanding officer. The two clowns, however, had interrupted their commanding officer and had offered themselves assignments they were not offered.

Such missions were not ones Ai typically concerned herself with. However, Redemption was currently undergoing repairs. A workaholic, she couldn't just stand doing nothing while repairs were carried out, so she enlisted herself in the first assignment she could find. In hindsight, she probably should have reconsidered all her options, but it was too late to change anything now. Standing in the heat, near the ship, she awaited for the High Marshall to list out tasks to completed.

 

[Black Noise]

The eye of the Elder twitched ever so slightly, becoming annoyed at the men before him. The first person to approach him was, in the Elder's eyes, a blithering idiot. 'Sorry,' was he? 'Get the city fortified' would he? The Elder expected the Imperium to go gun-ho and lead an offensive strike to eliminate his problem, not complicate it further by teaching his people how to defend themselves inside of a fortified town.

However, before he could speak, Konstantine stepped forward. The human towered over the elder and his village, comprised mainly of humans and the naturally smaller Ansionians. Holding out a hand to the Elder, whom was forced by the manner of which Konstantine almost grabbed the man's hand, Konstantine spoke authoritatively. His tone indicating that he was not to be interrupted.
"Good morning, I am Grand General Arkyadvich. As my men here have spoken, we will be, in part, assisting and leading the in the building of fortifications around your town. Corporal Karthassin and Private Ander here will be coordinating with you and your people on my behalf."

Turning, he gestured to two more behind him, calling out the two soldiers as he did.
"Captain Ai and Private Kristh'orm'baum will be assisting in leading an excursion out into the wild to eliminate the threat of pirates from your doorstep and recapture your lost child if at all possible. I myself will be doing as much of both as I can. Now, excuse me for a moment, we should speak privately momentarily."

At that, Konstantine turned around and faced the men behind him, a small smirk forming on the man's face as he began calling out orders. Moving squads from his command to the command of the four soldiers he aforementioned. Those soldiers were tasked with completing the missions Konstantine assigned them to. Ai and Thorm to search out the pirates, and Karthassin and Ander to fortify the town.

Once orders were delivered, Konstantine seemed to whisk away the Elder, taking off somewhere to discussion something, or rather, stall his time away in order to give the rest of the soldiers time to do their job without interference.

 

[Rector_Ras]

Shar Karthassin. Ander would remember that name. It was fairly obvious the cat was just playing around but it didn't seem like the right time to do so and wasn't something he would do in front of a man like the elder. Why he wouldn't do so in front of the elder war plainly obvious. The old man looked as if he was going to freak out more then he already had. luckily the General stepped in before the elder had a chance to explode. Turning to the cat man and giving him a small smirk before he started to pay attention to what the General was saying.

The orders had been said. He and Shar were given some men to stay and get the town ready for another attack while two other men were to move out and find the attackers and take them out. How to fortify the city? they had only twelve men each not very many though it wasn't a huge town maybe a population of one hundred and fifty. If the locals were to help out maybe it wouldn't be so hard. Turning towards his group of soldiers he yelled "You two door to door get as many villagers to come here and get a job to do. If they say no remind them of the child they lost. By no means get violent!" So that might get a few more body's but we need more. Basics to defend a decent area you need a wall. Maybe not a big one but something to take cover behind but it would take to long to get a full wall in place and not having much of an idea what they were able to use making anything would be hard. They could take things as they see them but how would the people think of that? No that is unacceptable. Looking around the town for a moment he saw houses made of wood, farming tools everywhere and something that seemed to be much to big for a house or shed to store tools. Running over towards it he called "Follow me"

arriving he opened the big doors on the building. Looking in side there was tons of wooden blocks that were at least a foot thick and both wide and tall for a person to get behind for cover. Turning to his other ten men and maybe fifteen more villagers who had come to help he ordered them to get the wooden blocks in the ground around the perimeter of the town. If the Pirates attacked they would hold for a few blaster shots at least. Though he was unimpressed with the amount of people who had come from the village. They wouldn't even help themselves.

 

[Clayton]

So Ander knew, he gave it away with the little smirk. No, he had let Shar know that he knew. Shar's face was passive as the General gave them their orders, but inside, the farghul was chuckling quietly to himself. Maybe Ander had a sense of humor. Shar hoped that he did, far too many Imperium soldiers didn't take light of situations. He followed Ander down to the warehouse, observing the surroundings of the small town as they walked. Despite the small size, it would be a challenge to defend with their numbers, unless the townspeople took up arms as well. And even then, they couldn't fortify the whole town.

When they opened the warehouse, door hinges groaning in protest, the smell of earth and cut wood filled his nose. He could almost taste the scent on the air. Rows upon rows of wooden blocks greeted their eyes. They would do in a pinch. Wood however did not mix well with blaster fire. "A couple thoughts, Ander. First, we can't fortify the whole town, as much as we might want to. Perhaps we could fortify strategic points, and use the leftover to block access to side roads. If the pirates do enter the town, they will have to spend time blasting through, or follow the path we want them to. Second, these are made of wood. They will work, but with the energy and heat generated by blasters, well, we will need water stations in case some of these catch fire. We don't want to accidentally burn down a building."

 

[Rector_Ras]

The suggestions were good ones but it was because they were wood he didn't go for a barricade themselves. Depending on what they had they could just blast through the barricade without a second thought but with the separate random placement of the blocks they would at least need to move around and take time picking off every single block. Though this was his superior and might be silently giving an order he decided to go along with him. There was no point in making him angry for something that could tern out to be small."Alright but have your guys help sooner this is done the better He said then called to the troops Forget what I told you barricade the roads and set up troops in any other place the pirates might take to get in" With the construction started he looked over to see if he could spot the general but he was no were to be seen. luckily that meant the old man was gone to.



(sorry its short idk what I can do)