<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Aboard the Pandemonium<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->
“That’s it then…” Davin Essian uttered in indifference.
Admiral Hyfe’s gaze shifted from the console at his command chair to the Captain, face tired yet eager.
“That’s it, Captain,” the High Admiral agreed. He nodded, letting out a exaggerated sigh, then sat back in his command seat. “Dispatch bomber groups to eliminate remaining enemy outposts as indicated in the information provided us by the Dubrillion Overliege… Use whatever means necessary to exterminate all residual Ordos constituents and raze all remaining structures. I want any evidence of the Ordos scum’s existence wiped from this galaxy.”
“Yes, sir.”
Hyfe stared through the forward viewport at the disgusting brown planet lingering before the Super Star Destroyer <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Pandemonium<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, scorning the planet and its inhabitants.
“I’ll be in my personal quarters formulating the report. Bring Division A back to Dubrillion space, and order Rear Admiral Hayt to assume blockade formation of Destrillion. Keep IPs active in case there are any fleeing Ordos craft. I want them destroyed on sight,” Hyfe ordered in a petulant manner.
“Of course, Admiral,” Essian replied uniformly.
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The report was standard.
Planetary occupation reports contained minimal summary information, but enclosed in-depth sub-sections on branch proceedings. The data transfer was made within minutes. The accounts would be reviewed and logged by Imperial Intelligence, and compulsory information would be noted and included in yet more reports.
The complete history of all Imperial events could be catalogued and saved in such a manner, and indeed it was.
DATA TRANSFER – 003-2348 A 17 # 9-10
Planetary Takeover – Dubrillion/Destrillion
Attach///file-mult. Syst. A14
SUMMARY: Planetary body CD9-1148 – Dubrillion (ref 1). Arrival 1400 h. Agreement reached with Dubrillion Overliege (ref 2). Terms of surrender signed, ref. Doc 1738B sub sec 14. Occupation of planet standard B82 regulations. Control established 1500 h approx.
Planetary body CD9-1149 – Destrillion (ref 5). Resistance level yellow 3. Pirate organization code name “Ordos” (ref 6). Hostile. Subject eliminated (ref 7). Control established 1800 hours approx.
/End main doc
]: Ref attach HIG.15 //file-mult: 9
//END TRANSFER
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<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Dubrillion<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->
Blood trickled from Durjell Sl'oska’s forehead as he knelt bent before the brawny figure.
Artificial illumination was dimmed in the governor’s private quarters, and light refused to shine through the circular viewports evenly spaced along the decorative walls.
The oversized intruder hissed menacingly at the cowering governor, Sl’oska, a look of pure hatred fixed on his deranged face.
“TREASSON, Dracunssai… You, of all people…” the menacing figure declared.
The large being hissed again as he stared at the cowering Sl’oska, inward this time, as if cringing in pain.
“The Ordoess do not tolerate such thiingss, son of Daarjsiss!” the large being continued, his eyes flashing from black to blue as he bared his teeth at the cowering man.
The kneeling man remained silent, face contorted in a look of pain as blood continued to run from the deep wound on his forehead.
The larger figure, standing over two meters tall, lashed out a clawed hand, taking a grip on the mans chin, and pulled him to his feet. Blood ran onto the assailant’s hand.
The governor’s eyes flashed a deep crimson, and at once his skin began to fold back, starting at the wound on his head from which his pouring blood was originating. What was revealed was the man’s true face: a greenish visage of harsh angles and sunken eyes, thin black lips hiding sharp fang-like teeth.
The larger being seemed not to notice, instead he merely stared deep into his victims eyes, lips curling in a fierce grimace as he tightened his grip on the mans chin.
“The All is most displeased, petchuk! The High Council on Draconis IV has received word of thisss…. atrocity. Dsstrilon housed our third largesst base in the galaxy, Dracunssai... Because of you it isss no more…” the assailant continued uninterrupted.
The larger being squeezed even tighter at the traitors jaw, his claws digging into the side of the man’s cheek.
“Thisss… New Order… they are strong with the jhinsaii. Yeess…” the assailant thought aloud.
A pop sounded as the traitors jaw bone cracked. Blood was pooling beneath his eyes and running down his cheeks like tears. Yet he remained silent.
“The Ordoess condemn you from the All, petchuk!”
The larger man snapped the traitor’s neck with a quick flick of his wrist, and the body dropped to the floor with a dull thud, deep scars carved into the side of his face.
The assailant knelt down to the body just long enough to remove his scarlet eyes, and place them in a small pouch at his side.
He left the body on the floor and headed for the door, his form shrinking to that of a male humanoid as he exited the personal quarters.
* * * * * * * * * *
<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Two Days Later<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->
The twin planets of Dubrillion and Destrillion were now under New Order mandate. The occupation of said planets had been carried out quickly and efficiently even by Imperial protocol.
Military garrisons had begun to be established on both planets, and standard New Order defense craft had already arrived in system from the shipyards at Garqi. The planets coordinates had been added to sector fleet patrols. Imperial laws and enforcers had been placed on the world of Dubrillion.
The one-time criminal organization known simply as the “Ordos’ had been dispatched with extreme prejudice.
And High Admiral Hyfe and General Kaine with 1st Stygian Division in its entirety had vacated the system.
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Lieutenant Shrrachell boarded the military transport <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Telltale IV<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> in a languid manner. Proceedings had been as expected on Dubrillion, and it had come time for him to return to more pertinent duties.
The bases at Dubrillion and Destrillion had been well established. All was under control.
With the gain of two new planets, the New Order was now all the mightier.
But even they had weaknesses… like all else.
And Shrrachell had come across one such weakness.
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Yeess…<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
The All would be most pleased.
“That’s it then…” Davin Essian uttered in indifference.
Admiral Hyfe’s gaze shifted from the console at his command chair to the Captain, face tired yet eager.
“That’s it, Captain,” the High Admiral agreed. He nodded, letting out a exaggerated sigh, then sat back in his command seat. “Dispatch bomber groups to eliminate remaining enemy outposts as indicated in the information provided us by the Dubrillion Overliege… Use whatever means necessary to exterminate all residual Ordos constituents and raze all remaining structures. I want any evidence of the Ordos scum’s existence wiped from this galaxy.”
“Yes, sir.”
Hyfe stared through the forward viewport at the disgusting brown planet lingering before the Super Star Destroyer <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Pandemonium<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, scorning the planet and its inhabitants.
“I’ll be in my personal quarters formulating the report. Bring Division A back to Dubrillion space, and order Rear Admiral Hayt to assume blockade formation of Destrillion. Keep IPs active in case there are any fleeing Ordos craft. I want them destroyed on sight,” Hyfe ordered in a petulant manner.
“Of course, Admiral,” Essian replied uniformly.
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* * * * * * * * * *
<!--EZCODE CENTER END-->The report was standard.
Planetary occupation reports contained minimal summary information, but enclosed in-depth sub-sections on branch proceedings. The data transfer was made within minutes. The accounts would be reviewed and logged by Imperial Intelligence, and compulsory information would be noted and included in yet more reports.
The complete history of all Imperial events could be catalogued and saved in such a manner, and indeed it was.
DATA TRANSFER – 003-2348 A 17 # 9-10
Planetary Takeover – Dubrillion/Destrillion
Attach///file-mult. Syst. A14
SUMMARY: Planetary body CD9-1148 – Dubrillion (ref 1). Arrival 1400 h. Agreement reached with Dubrillion Overliege (ref 2). Terms of surrender signed, ref. Doc 1738B sub sec 14. Occupation of planet standard B82 regulations. Control established 1500 h approx.
Planetary body CD9-1149 – Destrillion (ref 5). Resistance level yellow 3. Pirate organization code name “Ordos” (ref 6). Hostile. Subject eliminated (ref 7). Control established 1800 hours approx.
/End main doc
]: Ref attach HIG.15 //file-mult: 9
//END TRANSFER
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<!--EZCODE CENTER END--><!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Dubrillion<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->
Blood trickled from Durjell Sl'oska’s forehead as he knelt bent before the brawny figure.
Artificial illumination was dimmed in the governor’s private quarters, and light refused to shine through the circular viewports evenly spaced along the decorative walls.
The oversized intruder hissed menacingly at the cowering governor, Sl’oska, a look of pure hatred fixed on his deranged face.
“TREASSON, Dracunssai… You, of all people…” the menacing figure declared.
The large being hissed again as he stared at the cowering Sl’oska, inward this time, as if cringing in pain.
“The Ordoess do not tolerate such thiingss, son of Daarjsiss!” the large being continued, his eyes flashing from black to blue as he bared his teeth at the cowering man.
The kneeling man remained silent, face contorted in a look of pain as blood continued to run from the deep wound on his forehead.
The larger figure, standing over two meters tall, lashed out a clawed hand, taking a grip on the mans chin, and pulled him to his feet. Blood ran onto the assailant’s hand.
The governor’s eyes flashed a deep crimson, and at once his skin began to fold back, starting at the wound on his head from which his pouring blood was originating. What was revealed was the man’s true face: a greenish visage of harsh angles and sunken eyes, thin black lips hiding sharp fang-like teeth.
The larger being seemed not to notice, instead he merely stared deep into his victims eyes, lips curling in a fierce grimace as he tightened his grip on the mans chin.
“The All is most displeased, petchuk! The High Council on Draconis IV has received word of thisss…. atrocity. Dsstrilon housed our third largesst base in the galaxy, Dracunssai... Because of you it isss no more…” the assailant continued uninterrupted.
The larger being squeezed even tighter at the traitors jaw, his claws digging into the side of the man’s cheek.
“Thisss… New Order… they are strong with the jhinsaii. Yeess…” the assailant thought aloud.
A pop sounded as the traitors jaw bone cracked. Blood was pooling beneath his eyes and running down his cheeks like tears. Yet he remained silent.
“The Ordoess condemn you from the All, petchuk!”
The larger man snapped the traitor’s neck with a quick flick of his wrist, and the body dropped to the floor with a dull thud, deep scars carved into the side of his face.
The assailant knelt down to the body just long enough to remove his scarlet eyes, and place them in a small pouch at his side.
He left the body on the floor and headed for the door, his form shrinking to that of a male humanoid as he exited the personal quarters.
* * * * * * * * * *
<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Two Days Later<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->
The twin planets of Dubrillion and Destrillion were now under New Order mandate. The occupation of said planets had been carried out quickly and efficiently even by Imperial protocol.
Military garrisons had begun to be established on both planets, and standard New Order defense craft had already arrived in system from the shipyards at Garqi. The planets coordinates had been added to sector fleet patrols. Imperial laws and enforcers had been placed on the world of Dubrillion.
The one-time criminal organization known simply as the “Ordos’ had been dispatched with extreme prejudice.
And High Admiral Hyfe and General Kaine with 1st Stygian Division in its entirety had vacated the system.
<!--EZCODE CENTER START-->
* * * * * * * * * *
<!--EZCODE CENTER END-->Lieutenant Shrrachell boarded the military transport <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Telltale IV<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> in a languid manner. Proceedings had been as expected on Dubrillion, and it had come time for him to return to more pertinent duties.
The bases at Dubrillion and Destrillion had been well established. All was under control.
With the gain of two new planets, the New Order was now all the mightier.
But even they had weaknesses… like all else.
And Shrrachell had come across one such weakness.
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Yeess…<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
The All would be most pleased.