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Bringing Order to Embaril
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| Shey_Versio | Date: Wednesday, 26 Oct 2011, 8:29 PM | Message # 1 |
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| Over the world of Embaril, a Victory I-class Star Destroyer, the Nelson, under the escort of two Carrack-class Light Cruisers, the Nightingale and the Maidstone. At the head of the task force, and the Nelson, was Captain Shannon Blake, a grizzled and experience man, who had served in the Imperial Navy, Republic Navy, and Judicial Forces a combined forty years. After reviewing the files on Embaril, and his ordered, he left his anteroom, and walked to the communications consules in the security foyer. Upon getting the go ahead signal from the overseeing Lieutenant, he sent out a message across all frequencies, across the entire area.
"Attention Embaril, and all craft in the area, in the name of Emperor Palpatine, and by order of Moff Versio, all ships are to immediately land and all citizens are to immediately return to their homes. This area, and all current inhabitants, are hereby under martial law. All space, air, and surface travel privileges are hereby revoked until further notice. Standby for further word from the proper authorities." While perhaps seeming extreme, it was partly scare tactic to get the Embarilites in line, and gain control of the situation, despite it already being over.
His Excellency, Shey Versio
Moff of the Allied Tion Sector (9 AE - present)
Governor of Procopia (0 AE - 9 AE)
Temporary Governor of Volus (9 AE)
Baron of House Melantha
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| WarhawkMcCray | Date: Wednesday, 26 Oct 2011, 8:35 PM | Message # 2 |
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| The Embarilites didnt know about the ships in orbit, it was cloudy and rainy, and most people didn't even have a holovision, let alone a communicator. Perhaps when the spring rolled around and there were a few clear nights they might be able to see the ships if they were stargazing, in the meantime it was all very far off. That said, as the snows began to deepen on Embaril there was little movement at all as people stayed in their villages and houses, huddling around their fires for warmth.
A broken basic voice came across the communicator from a Clansman who had served offworld. "We don't have any ships from the world, we maintain no Navy. As for preventing people moving, good luck getting a message to the people to tell them not to go about their daily business, there isn't more than a few thousand communicators in the population (9,700,000), I'll put the word out though and try and stop things moving around. If theres any other way I can help, let me know."
Alexander "Warhawk" McCray
Earl of Embaril
Thane of Brightdeen
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| Rhygar_Valencia | Date: Wednesday, 26 Oct 2011, 9:05 PM | Message # 3 |
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| Lieutenant James Tarrington and his small fleet had departed Embaril some time before the Imperial arrival; having decided that the Clement was too great a threat to risk for little profit and no slaves. Of course, the Clement would have to pick whom to follow, for the Doomtreaders had left by one route, and Tarrington and his fleet a different. As such, they would not be present for what was to come.
The Dragon of Zonju V
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| Crass | Date: Wednesday, 26 Oct 2011, 9:10 PM | Message # 4 |
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| The simple grey doors of the Nelson's bridge slid open, and a number of white-armored marines stepped forth from the threshold. At the head of them was a Fett-clone, aged and scarred by years of conflict. His deep-set eyes scanned the open bridge until finally settling on Captain Blake, who seemed at the moment to be conferring with his communications officer. Senior Commander CC-0810--more affectionately known as "Crass"--had earned a reputation in years past for unwavering loyalty and inventiveness on the battlefield. Even he would admit, the situation on Embaril was troubling. So much pointless slaughter, and now the Empire had finally decided to act, enforcing law on a lawless world with no real structure.
There was a saying among the men of the 212: "Send them home in a scrap heap!" The fact that they were now forced to police, rather than destroy, was new ground for all of them. Nevertheless, Crass was always up for a challenge; be that dropping feet-first into a nest of Separatist guns or simply kicking the rabble of an uppity planet back into line. His heavy steps would most likely alert Captain Blake to his presence, Crass taking one last look around the room before sliding his soulless white helmet on. "You summoned me, Captain," his unerringly monotone voice rang out, "-What are our orders?"
CC-0810 - "Crass"
Senior Commander, 212th Stormtrooper Legion
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| Senator_Ordan | Date: Wednesday, 26 Oct 2011, 9:58 PM | Message # 5 |
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| An Anaxsi Transport entered the system, carrying a cargo of solar charged heaters for vending to the local population. It would hail the Imperial craft and request clearance to proceed towards the world. The Captain would speak over the communicator "Imperial Ships, this is the Axum Chartered Freighter "Azure Dawn" requesting clearance to proceed in system towards Embaril to deliver our cargo. We are a YT-1300 Freighter and carry a cargo of heaters. I have copies of sales invoices and orders if you require them, over."
Senator Hubert Ordan
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Senator of the Azure Sector
Foreign Minister of Anaxes
Captain-General of the Azure Interest Protection Squadron
Deputy Chairman of the Ethics Committee
Worshipful Master of the Most Loyal and Honourable Company of Blockadeers
Archtreasurer of the Vault of Pols Anaxes
Autocrat of Selgon
Owner of Azure Durasteel
Systems Admiral (Ret)
Order of the Canted Circle
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| Shannon_Blake | Date: Thursday, 27 Oct 2011, 0:32 AM | Message # 6 |
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| He made a regal turn towards the incoming Clone. His general demeanor of a harsh disciplinarian and merciless taskmaster perhaps was countered by his posture and the way he carried himself. He hadn't aged well, and probably carried more pounds on his body than he should, but he still carried the air of superiority and regality that the naval legacy carried. It was perhaps this dichotomy that was left to combat itself within one body, that bore the soul of the entirety of the Imperial military.
As the Lieutenant took over Communications, he gave a head motion for Crass to walk with him, as he strode up to the viewport. "Commander Crass, a pleasure to be working with you again." he spoke. As he did, two Acclamator II-class Assault Ships, the Avenger and the Charger, and several transports of various make and model, emerged from hyperspace, taking positions throughout the formation of the task force. It was the remaining assets of Crass' division that could not fit aboard the Nelson.
Before they came to the viewport, a holoprojection table stood in their path, halfway between the viewport and the security foyer. He used the controls with that of an expert, years of practice in giving such briefings making this as effortless as breathing. "Your orders, as of this moment, are the following: Take your forces down to the planet and set up a fortification out of the remains of the former Cronese settlement of Dunholm. Following which, you are to wipe out Clans McOrckey and Kincavel for instigating this situation. We will ensure control of their space station remains ours, and that you remain unharassed. Otherwise, you are to enforce martial law and gain control of the planet however you deem necessary. As an aside, two men, known as the Creeley Brothers, are fugitives of the ruling government and the Empire, and are to be killed on sight. Any questions?" he asked of the Clone as used the holoprojector to point out highlights of the briefing and points of interest.
Captain Shannon Blake
Imperial Navy
Allied Tion Sector Group
Commanding Officer, Victory I-class Star Destroyer IMS Nelson
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| WarhawkMcCray | Date: Thursday, 27 Oct 2011, 6:33 AM | Message # 7 |
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| Embaril just sat gently wrapped in clouds as the winter snowstorms waged on. Clan McOrckey and Clan Kincavel just sat quietly sheltering from the storms as the orders to destroy them were executed overhead, neither had done anything but executed the law as it was written, and both were loyal clans to the Empire. The massive Imperial Navy over-reaction was likely to be one which would be well publicized, for Embaril was not a complete backwater (Unlike Alurion and there were a plethora of offworlders and traders present in most towns.) The Imperial Force was almost comically large, considering the fact that there was no indication of Embarilite resistance - and that there was not an Imperial Fleet present.
Dunholm just stood empty, no stone standing on another in most streets and no Embarilites nearby (the Ethnic Cronese having slaughtered the nearby village). The town was not an amazing defensive position, flanked as it was by hills and woods it had little visibility around the area. Martial law would be something more easily said than done, the largest towns contained around 5% of the population, the rest living in scattered villages and rural cottage landscapes devoid of centralized power - How would it be done? Putting a single stormtrooper in each village?
The space station also made no aggressive moves.. except for some of the Expats to note to one another that for a Sector Group Officer Blake was showing a remarkable lack of knowledge about the area.
As for the Creeley brothers, they were well gone.
Alexander "Warhawk" McCray
Earl of Embaril
Thane of Brightdeen
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| Verence_Terrawin | Date: Thursday, 27 Oct 2011, 6:51 AM | Message # 8 |
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| An Alsakan Peace Corps Long Range Scout Vessel emerged from hyperspace close to Embaril. It was painted in the Diplomatic Green of Alsakan and hailed the Imperial forces. The Captain leaning over and speaking into the communicator "Imperial Ships, the is the Alsakan Peace Corps vessel 'Velvet Anvil' on an observation mission to assess humanitarian needs in the system. Requesting permission to enter low-Embaril orbit."
Verence Terrawin
Senator of Alsakan
First Lord of the Foreign Office, Alsakan
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| Crass | Date: Thursday, 27 Oct 2011, 10:07 AM | Message # 9 |
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| "If I may, Captain; before we decide anything I'd prefer to send in gunships for aerial recon. No sense sending my men down to the surface without first finding out what we're up against." Crass had been fighting other men's wars for a long time, and he'd seen similar situations in the past. Starting any op, no matter how blue milk it might sound, was asking for trouble if no scouts were sent down first. "I can have a planet-wide recon done in several hours, if you'll permit me. The fighting seems to have stopped, there's time for us to move cautiously here."
In a situation like this, a Clone wouldn't dare counteract his orders, at least not without expecting some sort of rebuke. But Crass had earned that trust, he felt; he knew more of war than most of the current officers of the Imperial military combined. Not that he felt such about the Captain; he respected Blake more than most naval officers. Their time serving together on a number of engagements had created a respect between them that the Commander knew he could count on when needed. "Once we've established a clear picture of the terrain, we can have a garrison set up and work from there. Would that be agreeable?"
CC-0810 - "Crass"
Senior Commander, 212th Stormtrooper Legion
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| Shannon_Blake | Date: Monday, 31 Oct 2011, 7:07 PM | Message # 10 |
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| While most officers regarding the clones nearly to the level of droids, Blake was different. He had served alongside these clones for over a decade; shed blood, sweat, and tears with them. He knew Crass well, and the two had a working relationship on par with most birth-born duos in the service. He nodded to Crass, looking at the holoprojection of the planet, as he was handed a datapad. "Sir, new orders from Moff Versio." He looked over the set of revisions by the Moff, and dismissed the Lieutenant with a nod to him.
"Agreed, Commander. We have a total of thirty-two MAATs available, from the Avenger and the Charger, as well as our four Lambdas. I'll leave the overall surface operation up to your discretion; just ensure we have some troops set aside for quick reaction duty while the recon operation occurs. It appears we have new orders..." he said, inserting a holodisc into the holoprojector. The image of Embaril slightly changed, as the Moff's new orders were displayed.
"We are to, upon scouting the planet and ensuring that martial law, and control, is enforced, take Clan McOrckey and Clan Kincavel into custody, entirely. Several Galleons will be available for such an effort, modified for long-term residence within. Apparently, rather than exterminating them... the Moff has come up for new uses for the aggressive bastards." he said. He walked away and towards the viewport that wasn't far away. "Other than enforcing martial law, gaining control of this planet, and taking those two groups into custody... the mission is open; therefore, I'm handing over full discretion, as I said earlier, in regards to surface operations, to you, Crass. You may accomplish these goals by any means necessary. I know, not the most exciting mission anymore, but it must be done." he said to him, gazing at the snowstorms on the planet.
Captain Shannon Blake
Imperial Navy
Allied Tion Sector Group
Commanding Officer, Victory I-class Star Destroyer IMS Nelson
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| Crass | Date: Monday, 07 Nov 2011, 12:49 PM | Message # 11 |
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| "Roger that, Captain. Dyne?" From the small group of troopers behind him, a Stormtrooper marked with a captain's pauldron stepped forward. Turning to him, Crass placed a gloved hand on his subordinate's shoulder and relayed their new orders. "I want the 3rd Recon prepped and planet-side in thirty. This op's been green-lighted for use of force, but only do so if you are fired upon. When you've located the two clans we've been sent to apprehend we'll send in 11th to handle the transfer." Dyne flashed a quick salute, then disappeared from the Bridge. Crass turned back to Blake and sighed. "Remember the days where all we had to shoot were rust buckets?" Added (07 Nov 2011, 1:49 PM)
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A good thirty minutes later, and two squadrons of MAATs entered Embaril's atmosphere, skimming along the surface just out of firing range. Their objective was to locate the various settlements so that the 212 could begin its "occupation" of the planet, if it could really be called that. Occupying a planet this spread-out wasn't an easily-achieved goal, but Crass had other ideas in mind. Once their recon was finished, the gunships would return to the Nelson, refuel, and begin ferrying troopers of the 11th Shock Troopers onto the surface. Once there, they'd begin a steady advance towards the nearest village, whatever it might be.
CC-0810 - "Crass"
Senior Commander, 212th Stormtrooper Legion
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