VSD II Covenant
Inos 7 Orbit
“Admiral Simonetti Sir, the reports from down on the moon’s surface indicate the Dark Jedi have breached the facility. Fighting is intense, but they appear to have subdued the Organisation forces with minimal sentient casualties.”
“I see,” commented Araic Simonetti as he held his chin thoughtfully. “Ever the bloody broadsword, you are my old friend. Still, the madman does… take care of business, as the saying goes. Droid casualties?”
“They are heavy sir. The YVH droids remain intact, but casualties among the Super battle-droids near 90 percent.” The officer check the figures on his screen. “Ten percent among the troopers and clones deployed in this operation.”
“Unfortunate but not crippling. Droids can be replaced or repaired. Notify the Verpine they are clear to launch the engineering corps to complete the base take-over and repurposing per Marshal Commander Sadow’s orders. Open a line to the Consul’s private link. I’ll take the call in my ready room.”
“Yes sir,” replied the deck officer.
Inside the ready room, Consul Malik’s face appeared in a blue hologram. “What news, Admiral?”
“We have secured the base. All Organisation forces have either been killed or captured. We have several high-profile targets being sent to Gamuslag for interrogation. The Verpine engineers have left Platform Onyx Two and will be taking over the base refit and bio-organics study per Marshal Commander Macron’s orders.”
“Very good.” The Neti almost seemed to smile. “I’ll release the news report of our glorious victory over the evil outsiders shortly. Move your ship to orbit over Aeotheran to support the next phase of the system pacification operation. I’ll send the orders to Macron’s group to move in. Malik Out.”
Leaving Inos 7
“Kalon, you are hereby appointed Quaestor of Marka Ragnos by Malik’s order,” chuckled Macron as he punched the controls. “Lady Teu has stepped down for personal reasons.” He looked pointedly at the Mandalorian. “I hear you are a skilled pilot, and I appreciate your volunteering for this mission.”
“Do I have a choice?” asked the green-armored man as he removed his helm and wiped sweat from his brow.
“Not really,” replied Macron. “Heheh. Maelous, you will be Aedile. You wanted power as a Sith, and now you shall have it. Use it wisely and with strength.”
The former Jensaari nodded as he slipped into a weapons control chair behind Kalon and Macron. “I shall.”
“Roxas is already enroute and will be one of the first to land in Seng Karash. Jeric has done some preliminary work there, correct? Macron looked back towards Shirai and Jeric. “I imagine Methyas already has already ghosted his fingers into the pie somewhere too.”
“That’s right. We have the Orian Authority police force set up already within the city, but they do not have control over the whole city by any means. We’re meeting resistance from a group known as the Gomorag.” Jeric slid into another weapons array seat.
“Tell me more,” asked Macron as the ship accelerated. “Interesting name. Aedile Locke will likely rendezvous with us on the planet in his own time as will the others, I imagine.”
“They appear to be some sort of out-system Darksider cult. Not exactly Sith, more like Dark Jedi. They’ve been seen to use lightsabers and saber-pikes. The rumors my sources have been able to acquire indicate they are searching for something in the Nifokalija Mountains. They’ve also been asking a lot of questions about the Ombi.”
“Obviously due to the sensor-scrambling effects and fog of the local geography we can’t just fly in,” added Quaestor Shirai. “I heard that Seng Karash was built on a crater blown into the planet by Orian himself. Is this true?”
“Yes, it is. The Star of Ombus did not work exactly as he predicted. Seng Karash, or at least that area has a sordid history of disaster.” Macron giggled. “I’ve never been to Nifokalija. I hear it’s a Dark Side site of some power… I’m rather curious to see for myself.”