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The Smugglers’ Moon, though much smaller than the huge planet of Nal Hutta in which it orbited still contained a massive amount of life. The last attempted census though taken decades prior had listed its population as a little over eighty billion souls. Poor, innocent, oppressed souls, that begged for the light of civilization free from the rule of the Hutts. A polluted world of crime it would not be for long. A precision strike would be enough to free the populace of oppression, there was no way any sized fleet would be able to engage eighty billion people but if they struck the leaders, the toll on the population would be bloodless. Freedom would be costly, but if imperial blood was what it took to bring the light to eighty billion innocents then they would gladly pay the price.

 

The Imperial battleforce consisted of:

 

 

Eventuality of Justice

Ship Class: Cruiser

Type: Assault Frigate Mark III

Crew: 5000

Starfighter/Troop Complement:

4 Squadron TIE Defenders

2 Squadron Scimitar Assault Bombers

3000 Assault troops

Armaments:

15 Turbolaser Cannons

15 Laser Cannons

15 Quad Turbolasers

AP: 3

 

And the

 

Consolatrix

Ship Class: Corvette

Type: DP20 Frigate

Crew: 100 crew

Armaments:

8 Double Turbolaser Cannons

6 Quad Laser Cannons

4 Concussion Missile Launchers

AP: 1

 

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Animarum

Ship Class: Corvette

Type: DP20 Frigate

Crew: 100 crew

Armaments:

8 Double Turbolaser Cannons

6 Quad Laser Cannons

4 Concussion Missile Launcher

AP: 1

 

Their combined assault forces numbered 5000 assault troops with their complement of attack vehicles, varying from AT-PTs to the heavy advanced AT-AT variants used for city assaults. Starfighter Compliments numbered 6 full squadrons of TIE Defenders with 4 full squadrons of Scimitar Assault bombers. The bombers armed with heavy, leveling concussion missiles and high yield thermal detonators and 7-PrG proton grenades. While the defenders were armed with the more standard concussion missiles outside of their Ion and laser cannons. Grey Flight consisted of the four wings of bombers and Yellow flighter consisted of the TIE Defender wings.

 

With well practised precision, the three capital ships of the Imperial Remnant dropped out of their microjump within the gravity well of the smugglers’ moon. Raven and the Ubiqtorate at the helm of the Imperial Capital Eventuality of Justice. As they exited hyperspace, the Imperial fleet sent out a widecast broadcast for the occupiers and ruling clans of the Smugglers' Moon to surrender and began to ping away with their sensor clusters. While the fleet sent out a summons to surrender, the starfighter and bomber compliments immediately split to begin their attack runs on weapon emplacements of the non surrendering ruling Hutt mansions and government buildings in New Vertica, while the TIE defenders followed slowly in screening a screening maneuver for the Imperial Fleet. The Imperial fleet with fully charged weapon batteries fired on any ships that powered their own weapons in return. In coordination with the fighters and bombers after dealing with any enemy fleet elements, the Imperial Fleet conducted precision turbolaser barrages against emplacements as the landing forces made their way to the moon, intending to land and amidst heavy fire and make their way to the seat of government by force. There would be no negotiating with such an enemy as the hutts or Sith, any that surrendered would be given mercy, but if they did not, this planet would be freed by force. Surrender or Die. Those were the options presented. No more, no less.

 

Street gangs were targeted by precision strikes when they dared to fire upon Imperial troops and their hideouts would be laid to ashes. Casinos would be occupied next after the initial assault proved effective. Crowds were ordered back into their homes as suppression teams were to land after the initial fire support teams of the 39th infantry,screened by heavy fighter and bomber cover. Bringing with them the heavy weapons of the Imperial Military, AT-ATs, Chariot LAVs, AT-PTs, and assault platforms. While the imperial fleet bombarded any signs of resistance on the smuggler's moon.

 

((Imperial Invasion Shot on the Sith owned moon (AP: 0) of Nar Shaddaa))

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While the Sith and their allies scattered to the wind like flitnats before a firestorm, the Imperial Remnant began its effective occupation of the Smuggler’s Moon. Though unwanted by the criminal scum that had kept the civilian populace suppressed for generations, the Stormtrooper brigades were welcomed into most quarters by cheering mobs of the poor and downtrodden. As for those that did not welcome the troops; the rapists, career criminals, smugglers, pirates, and slavers would be dealt with. Through precision strikes, most gang hideouts were leveled with minimal casualties to the innocents, and their occupants arrested, or in the case of those that had been actively shooting at imperial troops, most were killed if they did not surrender. After the active firefights had slowed down, the Imperial fleet elements and fighter escorts maintained a heavy enforced blockade of the planet. A curfew was established, and all inbound and outbound flights were stopped and searched for criminal connections. Any that did not do so and tried to flee were disabled with Ion cannons, boarded, and investigated.

 

It was through one such ioned freighter they were led to their first cache of slaves. Which led to another, and to another, and to another. Soon imperial troops were spilled throughout the city freeing slaves from pens inside cargo haulers or in some circumstances, in huge industrial warehouses. Thousands upon thousands of slaves were rescued, freed, and placed in protective prefab housing brought in by the shipload from Imperial Manufactures. Those evil men and women found in possession of slaves for sale were arrested, those found in possession of slaves under the age of sixteen intended for sexual use in the city’s many brothels of for export were mostly executed on the spot by shocked and disgusted imperial officers or stormtroopers. Over a thousand slavers caught red handed in such crimes as child slavery, killing slaves, or shipping slaves to worlds where they would be worked to death were executed. Several hundred more of the same type of slavers were simply arrested and held for trial. The holocameras held by Imperial News crews documented thousands of ill fed children getting their collars cut off by weeping imperial civilian staff as imperials walked hundreds of spice smugglers, gang members, and slavers to the two large temporary holding zones for Enemies of the State. While other cameras caught imperial troops handing out thousands of tonnes of MREs to the poor and innocent starving civilians of the smuggler’s moon.

 

The next steps after ending slavery would be the elimination of illegal drug smuggling and the elimination of poverty through public and private work programmes, and the nationalization of the casino and gambling industries. The people of Nar Shaddaa would never see better days than these, and the poor knew it when they say the giant holo displays showing plans for shipyards, vehicle manufacturies, service industries, basic income, and trade unions. The populace would learn to love the Empire and those not accused of crimes would be able to vote on it within a few months.

 

For now, the imperial fleet stayed ready and the imperial construction crews began construction of an emergency Golan I to assist in occupation of the moon. (To be completed 11/12/2017) While the private and public industrialists began their survey for the largest public works projects ever to be conducted in Hutt space.

 

Up above the planet, Raven sat at the commander’s console, filling out a report to the Moff’s council to justify the mass spending of imperial currency when she was interrupted by an aide. He informed her of the Blood Gem’s pending offer and Raven’s black eyebrows arched in surprise.

 

“Put me on a direct response on the transmission channels of these pirates.”

 

Below on Ruby’s console she would see the Imperial Head of State, immaculately dressed and beautiful. When she spoke, only a single word came out of her lips before the transmission cut off into static.

 

“No.”

 

When the transmission was over she ordered the Imperial Fleet to be wary of the Gems and to shoot on sight any that flew their colours. Pirates, even contracted privateers would not be tolerated in the New Empire.

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With the destruction of the slave rings and most criminal enterprise that preyed on the weak of Nar Shaddaa, Imperial domination was swift, and with the seizure of Hutt assets, slave rings, and the nationalization of casinos the Imperial Remnant were able to finance two major outreaches.

 

The Imperial Mission on Nar Shaddaa

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With the slogan “Victory Without War” the imperial mission focused on providing aide, welfare, and medical services to the poor, unemployed, and destitute of the Smuggler’s Moon. Though the lines were initially long, sometimes stretching into the multiple hours for basic services, within a few days more smaller missions were set up around the moon each with its own garrison of stormtroopers, medical offices, and food kitchens. Every mission also boasted an imperial recruitment office for the Navy, Ground, and starfighter squadrons, those applying from Nar Shaddaa would be given large enlistment bonuses that went to help their families they left behind provided they passed the background checks. Also in the Imperial Missions were employment offices for the new Shaddaa Spaceworks which recruited millions of previously unemployed for work in the space/construction/design/painting/assembly industries.

 

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The Nar Shaddaa SpaceWorks

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While still under construction, the orbital rings of heavy spaceworks were coming along splendidly. Protected by the Golan and the cover of an additional Golan III (To Be completed 12/5/2017) being constructed to replace the Golan I which would then be transferred to Nal Hutta orbit, the SpaceWorks with its concentrical rings around the Smuggler’s Moon would provide work for the majority of the inhabitants. Making crime unprofitable for most. The SpaceWorks concentrated on the manufacture of civilian vessels, transports, starfighters, and spaceliners. It would soon become the most profitable imperial commerce venture in history.

 

When the constructions were finished and most of the major crime subsiding, imperial troops were called to their stations for debriefing. When the entered the Grand Imperial Mission for debrief, the crowds cheered unending, confetti floating lazily from the tower tops like a Hothan snow. Most slavers that were caught red handed or had sold slaves into situations that they had died in were convicted of "crimes against species" for peddling in flesh in civilian courts and executed or were sent to prison with life sentences. This included the majority of the Hutts, though there were many that willingly bowed to the Imperial Remnant for mercy and were granted it. Thus reforming their ways and assisting the Remnant and the ex smuggler's moon in rebuilding its bright future.

 

Raven was pleased, and she called for Tallin and his squad to report to her personally for debriefing. Her fleet and army standing ready for any Sith counter attack.

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Raven flipped through the unit IDs of Tallin’s soldiers and analyzed them closely. A mix of non humans, something that would insult the moff council no doubt. She had to smile at that, the Remnant was changing faster than ever and had left some of the die hards miles behind. She looked up from her data cards and stood when Tallin entered. She warmly shook his hand and the hand of the rest of the members of his squad.

 

“So they tell me you found a den of slavers out there dealing with children?”

 

She looked out to where the Misericordia had arrived. Its angular dagger shape in darkest black, highlighted against Nal Hutta and Nar Shaddaa.

 

“How are you men and women dealing with such a find? Did you deal with the scum? Your actions were recorded and your valour not unnoticed, you will all be getting the bronze cross of bravery if you will accept it. And promotion into the 39th Imperial Guard...”

 

The Empire's elite unit, sworn to protect the Moff Council and the Empress herself, very few aliens had been allowed in the unit before and this was a great opportunity, if they chose to accept.

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The report confirmed some of what she had known and feared about the trade on Nar Shaddaa. Though ‘rights’ experts would protest the inhumane treatment of the slavers and summary execution of such people, she was not in the least bit bothered by it. Slavery was a capital crime in the Remnant, and child slavery, either sexual or otherwise was not something she would ever stop fighting against. The elimination of such vile scum did not play on her conscience in the slightest.

 

“Then welcome aboard my friends, your imperial guard training will commence almost immediately, you should know it's not a cerimonil position. You will serve alongside the Imperial Knights in some of the most dangerous missions you can think of.”

 

She looked down at the stack of datacards again, “So tell me men and women, what worlds in the outer rim require our Imperial attention?”

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Raven nodded and looked at the scrolling holofeeds.

 

“Ryloth will be our next mission then. There is much need of relief there, and an end to the Ryll trade will do good for the galaxy. Thank you for the suggestion, for now we must await our troops to finish their conquest of the Hutt systems. Then and only then we can move on.”

 

She pushed a few buttons and she watched the streams of hundreds of holocams attached to stormtrooper officers across the system. Most were engaged in firefights in Nal Hutta. She selected one from a scout trooper that showed the current fight between the Jedi Knight Sarna and what appeared to be a Sith lord. She looked at the New members of the Royal Guard.

 

“Watch this feed and tell me how you would defeat such a creature. We have protocols for it, but I would like to hear your recommendations.”

 

Meanwhile the conquest and liberation of Nar Shaddaa was nearly complete.

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Raven listened to the back and forth with a small smile, it hadn’t been very long as all since she had been in their boots. Nervous about the possibility of a red lightsabre appearing from the blue. When they had finished their discussion she slowly began to explain.

 

“While all good ideas, never use any tossed explosives against a Sith unless you want to catch it in return to the face. Many troopers have died, some on Carida due to that. The force is a mysterious energy field that surrounds everything we touch, so do not be surprised to have your blaster rifle torn from your hands. Avoid close range as unless you have trained for years and have the force gift of premonition, a Sith Lord will beat you every time.” She gestured to a screen that was showing imperial Stormtrooper loadouts.

 

“There is a reason that all traps, mines, and the like have the high powered electromagnetic lock on them. A Sith can’t pull what’s locked down. But the best thing to use is the Ysalamiri. Which the Imperial Remnant still have a hundred of. These small creatures-” She gestured to a small rack beside her chair. “-Sap the force from this room. Have one of these on your back and a Sith may never touch you with his lightning or his choking grip. He will still toss stuff at you though.”

 

She stood and pointed to the display of the Sith charging the Jedi Knight. “Always keep on the move, your squad must always try to outflank them. See how he reflects those shards of transparisteel? You should mix your fire, some stun, some blaster, some slug, and a lot of flechette. The Sith are the major enemy of the Remnant and we should prepare to battle them. Using the standard issue FWG-5 flechette pistol you can pump a lot of razor sharp darts in a large spread into a Sith. He can’t block everything and once you hit him enough he won’t be able to block enough of the rounds. Hit him from as maximum angle as possible, from the flanks, everywhere. That’s how you take them down. Any questions?”

 

She quickly typed up a response to the artist.

 

 

"Thank you, I will be glad to sponsor such an event. You may present me with the gallery plan and exhibition schedule at your leisure, however I may not be able to attend due to the active campaigns. I will ask that you include some work from the freed slaves of Nar Shaddaa. There is a wealth of such artwork and a packet from the relocation devision is being sent with this message.

 

Thank you,

Head of State, Raven Zinthos"

 

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Raven’s eyebrows raised as she looked at her datapad and then looked back at Tallin. Her voice was soft but thoughtful as she spoke.

 

“If you are faced with a multitude of Sith your best option is to make a fighting retreat and rely on the experience of the Imperial Knights that will likely be deployed alongside you. Concentrate on the weakest and move up from there, shoot the youngest Sith, the padawan as you will. Sever the line of Sith teaching, and then the master.” She ran her hands across her combat belt and looked up with amethyst eyes. “Follow the request of the Jedi or Imperial Knight, if you see an opportunity that you may strike to save the life of the allied force user, do it. As for explosions, many Sith can throw up a shield of the force to protect themselves. So unless its a thermal detonator at their feet there is not a whole lot an explosion will do. The other option is using direction explosives that are funneled in a specific direction that cannot be turned back on you or your men.”

 

She turned towards the full assembly of men and women, “Suit up and prepare, running training exercises in five. Though be prepared we may enter real combat at any time.”

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Raven scanned her datapad and sighed. It looked like the Moff that she had sent was demanding that her and the imperial fleet show up in person. She keyed in a few commands acknowledging the request and indicating that the imperial fleet and the Head of State were enroute as soon as the battles on the surface were at an end.

 

She stood and with a whirl of her cape she walked down to the infirmary where she was slated to visit a few of the advanced recon units who had been first on the ground. She walked by a recovering child in a bed and finally approached the stormtrooper commando Ambrose. She held up a Imperial Crest of Bravery. The medal was gold and silver with white and red ribbon, she pinned it on the pillow next to his sleeping form alongside the rank baton of a captain. Along with orders to report to the bridge for assignment as soon as he and his men were prepared and healed. She walked by the other commandos and thanked them, her diminutive form tiny compared to these hulking men. But she was their leader and though she was small, her presence was mighty.

 

SHe strode back to the bridge and awaited her imperial knights to return.

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Raven sat in the admiral’s chair aboard the bridge, her dark cape flung about her to partially fend off the permeating cold that seemed to always fill a star destroyer. She also felt that she needed to fend off the leering eyes and excruciating stench of Kalimore the Hutt. Her large eyes surveyed the bridge crew who all stood in rapt attention next to their consoles. The royal guard stood in lines, the grenadiers of Foy stood behind the imperial knights, the admirals and captains of the imperial fleet stood on the right side of her chair, shimmering in blue transmitted holograph as the crimes of the Hutt were laid out before them in detail. On the left sat the Moff council, some in blue holograph and others in their dress uniforms in person.

 

Moff Priess transmitting from the Galactic Alliance moon of Hesperidium, Moff Ziegler transmitting from the hidden world of Bastion, Moff Dordjooba representing the new hutt sector conglomerate, and Moff Gneisenau transmitting from the independent worlds of the Prefsbelt sector. In person were the other three moffs, Galctia from Carida, Lithue from Ryloth, and Moff Hohenlohe of the Imperial Mission. They made up the jury that would try high level prisoner’s of war from this campaign. All were stone faced as the testimony finished.

 

Raven looked silently towards the Moffs when the Imperial Knight asked for justice, and in unison they nodded. She stood in a smooth motion and walked towards the Hutt who towered over her. She flung back her cape and with a application of the force, the black handle of a lightsaber appeared in her hand. Forged under Tiana when she was a child, the lightsaber represented Raven’s personal victory over slavery, and the regret of her youth. It would be redeemed with a single action.

 

Her voice was low and hoarse when she spoke, the bridge crew looked on expectantly, as did the Moffs and admirals from around the galaxy.

 

“You are accused of crimes against persons on a massive scale, the sexualization of children, condemnation of children and persons into slavery, murder, and rape. Each of these carry the death penalty under imperial law. You are accused of thousands of such counts, and convicted. Your crimes cry out for justice and your heart and soul cannot be redeemed as evidenced by your actions. As such…”

 

The blade ignited in her hand, its crimson light spreading to engulf the bridge in an eerie light.

 

“You are condemned to death by Imperial Law, the Empire’s justice will be served. We are not the Jedi, you will find no mercy here, and I will gladly carry out your sentence.”

 

As the hutt’s eyes widened in fright and he tried to speak in defense, Raven launched herself forward. Drawing the red-gold blade through the flesh around his neck and head with all her strength. It was a clean blow and a fatal one he toppled, twitching in silence as his head rolled on the floor at the feet of the Imperial Knights and the Grenadiers of Foy. The Hutt was vanquished, and the Empire’s justice served. A million slaves revenged. The cleaning crew were busy for the next few minutes as Raven shut the lightsaber off and turned towards the gathered men and women of the Imperial Remnant high command.

 

“Our justice is served, and slavery eradicated in the sector, with little help from our supposed friends in the Jedi order save a child. We now will venture to Coruscant where Priess has informed me that we are needed in force to enact a military alliance against the Sith with the weak and inept Galactic Alliance. I am sure they are expecting me and me alone, but let us show them the strength of the Imperial Remnant.”

 

She spun towards the Admirals. “Prepare your ships for hyperspace, coordinates 0-0-0. Let us show them our strength!”

 

Within the hour the imperial battlegroup Omega launched into hyperspace. Leaving the remains of Kalimore scattered in the vacuum of space alongside the garbage of the imperial fleet. A fitting burial for scum.

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Once the flight plan had been violated and bacta supplies not dropped off, the Nebula's Glory was declared a rogue vessel and marked as an enemy target on Imperial IFF frequency. A transponder check was run and all like vessels were marked for lockdown. A change of transponder was noted by imperial flight command and A flight of 6 TIE defenders we're dispatched to the last known location with the orders to disable the ship, and the IDs of the Blood Gem pirates given with the ship ID were filed with all imperial security units. This planet was an imperial world, and security was appropriately high.

 

Hangers would begin to be probed and the ship would be found. Imperial troops would be on location within two minutes, dispatched from the local Imperial Mission. Local civilians from the mission we're also issued the ID look alikes and the ship description and given a hefty reward for information leading to the arrest of the potential terrorist threat

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Luckily for the imperial rulers of Nar Shaddaa, the populace above the lowest levels of the undercity were seeing some of the best improvements in their way of life, living, and social-economic class. A job at the Spaceworks or one of the many public works restorations and constructions funded by the Imperial Mission provided safe, middle-class, employment. There was no need for the majority of Nar Shaddaa citizenry to delve into their roots of criminality. A huge majority of the citizenry were glad of it, no longer relying on dangerous jobs or selling their children into slavery for a bite to eat was a past that any good person would not want to return to.

 

Very few preferred their time under the Hutt Cartels.

 

So the chance of rebellion was drastically low, and Moff Hohenlohe, who commanded the Imperial Mission, continued to righteously invest every credit he could get his hands on into the greatest mission of his life. The restoration and rebuilding of Nar Shaddaa. He had just managed to acquire a building contract for the experimental “Javelin” Fighterbomber for use on Star Destroyers to replace the venerable Scimitar Assault bomber. There were jobs still available on production lines, and the Imperial Mission was working overtime.

 

Below the surface of the bustling moon, the Imperial TIE defenders and stormtroopers continued their search for the terrorist ship. Stormtroopers were currently searching from hanger to hanger in the location where the ship had last been seen, and would soon come upon it if their luck held. But for the Blood Gems themselves, the imperial remnant did not have a clue where they could be.

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On the ground, the Imperial Stormtroopers that had already been on the lookout for such a ship and been searching hanger to hanger reported the launch of the Cider Puff and alerted space command. They did not try to persue on foot, but began to make their way to the hanger it had launched from. The TIE defender flight of six whipped through the nar shaddaa airspace, angling down towards the ship, their twin ion engines making the familiar screech through the atmosphere. In the space above the moon, another flgiht was launched and the two Golan platforms began to ping away with their sensor sweeps, their turbolasers powering up.

 

“Arm concussion missiles and Ion cannons, and prepare to engage. Priority target Cider Puff. ”

 

Targeting computers on the pilot’s consoles began to tick towards zero as the began their approach.

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TIE defenders were fast, as were the second flight launched from the golans. There was no way the Luxury Yacht that had been redesignated from the The Nebula’s Glory (post here) to the Cider Puff could outrun or outrange a flight of TIE-Defenders. The TIE/D was often heralded as a superior fighter bomber to the Y-Wing, outrunning it in speed both atmospherically (Y-Wing at 1000 Km/Hr) and in boundless space. The Luxury Yacht would have a top speed atmospherically of 850 Km/Hr which was 50Km/Hr faster than a Corellian Freighter, which was far slower than the Y-Wing, making it far outclassed in speed by the TIE/D in atmosphere or space. In essence, an escape relying on speed was doomed to fail no matter which ship named the Cider Puff they were flying. All converging on the escaping vessel. They were on the terrorist craft in less than a minute. And when they had lock they fired immediately.

 

The imperials missile and weapon targeting systems did not rely on ship ID transponders and were not fooled by quick changes of transponder codes and since the target they were tracking was designated an enemy by space command, the weapon control clusters aboard ship did not take a second to re ID the ship. The Blood Gems had no copies of Imperial Transponders or IFF codes, and as soon as the original was switched it was automatically redesignated a target. No targeting sensor locks were broken. A flight of missiles had locked onto the Cider Puff no matter how many times it changed its designation and launched. Six, then twelve missiles from the second flight and a hail of ion cannon fire rocketed towards the Blood Gem ship intent on destruction of the engine cluster of the Cider Puff. These pirates would not be able to escape.

 

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The imperial garrison of Nar Shaddaa had much to learn from the recent infiltration and escape of the terrorist vessel. At Moff Hohenlohe ‘s orders, the Imperial reprisal against the underworld and ship’s captains that had surrendered after exchanging fire with the Golan and TIE Defender squadrons was muted. There were no mass executions, the only people that died were those that did not surrender. They of course died in black clouds of burning petrochemicals but those were few. Most of those that surrendered were given light jail sentences or suspended sentences with probation as no Imperials had died in the exchange of fire.

 

It did however lead to an extensive crackdown on he Nar Shaddaa underworld. Security cordons and checkpoints appeared to stop smuggling, and several holdouts of slavers were found. This was all outdone by the construction of the ‘Underworld Mission.’ A many million credit endeavour funded by the widespread success of the Nar Shaddaa Spaceworks. The objective of the mission was to provide aid and jobs to those on the lowest levels of society on Nar Shaddaa. However, only time would tell if it would prove effective. For now, the imperials continued to bring livable wages and gainful employment to the disadvantaged and severely crack down on the criminal element of the once famous Smuggler’s Moon. It was at these missions, that force wielding hopefuls could apply to join the Imperial Knights.

 

All non imperial traffic was now considered locked down and routed through the duel Golans. Though with the acquirement of a free license that included random scans and an expansive background check, any Nar Shaddaa resident could continue to operate their non illegal business free of imperial entanglements. Those without the free license would not.

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“The Institute”

The Revanchist Imperial Academy

 

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Funded by the wealth of Moff Hohenlohe and the investiture of the Imperial Moff Council and funding From the Arts and Religion Institute, the Revanchist Imperial Academy was constructed in the midlevels of Nar Shaddaa. The Academy or ‘The Institute’ as it was known locally trained the vast numbers of Imperial citizenry that exhibited force sensitivity. Though service was explicitly voluntary, many parents sent their kids there to get rid of problematic youth, or to avoid the ant-jedi bias that was still pervasive in imperial upper class. The facility was multiple levels high and surrounded by thick walls and towers, meant to protect any attendees in case of rebellion or assassination attempts. Not like that happened on an Imperial World.

 

The interior of the facility was stark, white flooring, white walls, red wall hangings. But here and there was a garden to meditate in, as well as extensive sim bays, eating facilities, and training grounds. All led by the Imperial Knight Wynn Miaphysia, an older human female from Kuat. Ex Jedi, and Exorcist that had left in the minor schism between the Jedi and the new Imperial Knights.

 

It was her that sensed Pandora and sought her out in the deep levels of nar shaddaa. Appearing like a red cloaked dream, mighty in power and in presence. Flanked by two other Knights: Constantine and Chalcedon Nusra the twin ex guardians from Arkania. Three bright shining lights in the darkness of the underworld.

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The imperial defense force gave clearance to the Jedi Knights to land at the newly built Revanchist Imperial Academy. Where Kyrie, Moff Hohenlohe, and a cadre of Knights would be waiting with joyous smiles on their faces.

 

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Thoughts reached out like tendrils of light, piercing the darkness to find prey and ally alike. The Imperial Knights in their deadly trio strode through the deep underworld, their red armour reflecting the faint light that reached down from the stars and the garish neon of strip joints alike. Wynn, Constantine, and Chalcedon, strode like angels of light through the dark underbelly of the smuggler’s moon. Their trio brought the stares of evil men wherever they went, and though they did make not of where the darkest parts of the city were and where the force moved in agony, they were after a single bit of prey. Pandora, young and scared.

 

When they finally tracked the girl down, they made their presences sharp in the force, hard with the exorcist light that only the Imperial Knights held. That eternal cinder to burn out the darkness. That lust to destroy evil whereever it was found that had also driven them from the Jedi Order into the hands of the Outcast Order. The few Imperial Knights of the Imperial Remnant.

 

“We are not here to hurt you child.” Came the stark voice of Chalcedon, his harsh Arkanian accent grating on the ears of most.

 

“You have darkness all about you in this sea of shadows. Let us shine light upon you to free you from fear.” Came the twin voice of Constantine.

 

A trio of bright white lightsabers ignited, shining silver light on the girl and the surrounding city. Darkness was stirring heavily from the surrounding building foundations, and the putrid presence of slavery and drugged thralldom exuded all about them. For in the dark, outside of the light cast by Imperial Sabres, the Kirdanian Ring were lining up shots to defend their slavery trade.

 

“Move Child! Lest you are felled here by the enemies of the light! Move Now, enter our defensive pattern, prepare your blade for combat.”

 

Then the storm of bolts began.

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Imperial Justice was swift and focused. Though the Knights that represented that fair justice were representative of a Facist, authoritarian government, they still carried the pure unadulterated justice of the Light. The clenched right fist of justice who had drawn a sword after the scales had faltered in the face of darkness. Justice, that heavenly figure had historically been shown as blind, weighing the odds and evidence as a neutral third party. But that was the ineffective Justice of Democracy, hindered and fruitless.

 

These were the Knights of the Imperial Remnant, and they would find their justice, no matter the cost. The three silver blades spun and whirled through the dark night sky, casting harsh shadows and bright highlights as they danced together, intercepting and returning blaster bolts like professional shockball players. The power of the force stirred in them as they lept into action against the slavers. Carving them like a bored Impasto painter would slather paint upon a canvas. Broad strokes, painting in hues of silver and crimson.

 

The Trio of knights dispatched the crew of slavers with brutal and ruthless efficiency. They had given up their life, their soul, and their chance of redemption upon selling another living being and were given no quarter. There was no joy or lust in the fight, no dark, just pure Justice.

 

When the fighting ceased they turned to their fellow combatant. Their brow’s inquisitive.

 

“This place is no refuge for a child, we will not press you into service But simply ask that you accompany us in this task at hand, for your own safety.”

 

Before them, Chalcedon kicked open a door and lifted his sabre to illuminate a hundred pairs of eyes behind caged bars. He hissed mournfully. “We are here to rescue you.” He called out to the fearful eyes. “The Remnant does not abide slavery in any form.” He struck the lock with his sabre and the bars fell away. “Be free now from your burdens.”

 

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On the upper levels, Moff Hohenlohe bowed deeply to the two Jedi Masters. Flanked on all sides by powerful Knights in Red and black armour. He extended a hand in welcome and smiled ear to ear.

 

“I have heard many stories of the two of you, but mostly of you Adenna and your exploits on Thallassia. You have done more for this galaxy in fighting the scourge of slavery than many Jedi before you. You Both trained Knight Sarna who defeated a Sith Lord in the midst of our defeat of the Hutt Cartels on Nal Hutta. Both of your reputations and deeds proceed you. On the Empress’s orders we have begun an initiative of eradication of slavers and their practise, and though we that use the force are few in the Remnant’s service we had hoped that you would be willing to assist us or join us in our upcoming Crusade.”

 

He dove straight into business as only a Moff could. “As you know, Kashyyyk has fallen and its populace enslaved. It is our objective to strike quickly and swiftly to end this, free the planet and rescue the slaves that have already been taken.”

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Moff Hohenlohe nodded his silver head understandingly. His soft blue eyes almost appeared watery as he spoke, a sign of looking into the distant past with much regret. He left his emotions raw, and available to be explored should the Jedi desire it.

 

“I understand and encourage your concerns, if there is anything as damning in predicting the future, it is the past. Our people, our Empire have much to atone for, and though many of us are not the men that did the atrocities that you speak of, our Remnant is still related. I myself served under Dagon who also despised slavery. If there is anything I have learned, it is that we need a check. A knife to our backs to keep us honest until we can learn to walk upright on our own.”

 

He gestured behind him to the fair array of red armoured knights, led by their green armoured commander.

 

“That is why we need you Jedi, and the Knights. As our failsafe. We had requested Jedi to join us on our worlds, and though it was agreed to by the Last Grandmaster, the current one has not followed through and seems to judge us to have done wrong by invading the stronghold of crime and slavery. Your history shows you righteous and upright in the face of evil, so we will trust your advice and service should you grant it.”

 

He turned to Kyrie and then back to Vos.

 

“And should you wish to join us, the campaign would begin within the week, we are waiting for the rest of the fleet to join us here. We will not invade to conquer but to liberate and leave. Not to stay.”

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Summoned by the words of the female Jedi Master, one of the Imperial Knights stepped forward out of rank. The Knight was nearly eight feet in height and the fur that swept down from his face and chin fell in braided cascades on his glistening red armour. Knight Rödelheim read his nameplate, though he had been known at the Tython academy as Ror Proudclaw, and the duel white streaks that ran down from his eyes in his dark fur marked him as member of the Proudclaw line. Lesser nobles in the Wroshyr assembly.

 

The translator droid chirped in a high coruscanti accent that was classic of Imperial Technology.

 

“Those that survived of the government who are offworld have declared themselves a government-in-exile and have been appealing for aid from anyone like the Tapani Freeworlds, the Galactic Alliance, and the Trade Federation. We are their last choice of course, but likely the only that will answer the call of a desperate and enslaved people.”

 

He stepped back into formation and stood as still as a statue, though emotions faintly played behind his eyes. Hohenlohe nodded his thanks to the Wookiee knight and looked back at the pair of Jedi Masters. “We in the Remnant have enough military experience in taking stations or planets, but on the Golan set up by the Black Sun requires the more subtle gift of the Jedi. We need you to infiltrate the station alongside our knights and disable the slave collar control unit, and keep the trading records at the central computer in tact. The imperial fleet would then enter and help secure the planet until the Wookiee government can be reestablished. We can of course do this with the Imperial Knights alone but would like to have you both as both as your reputation precedes you.”

 

He didn’t have to say that if they were unsuccessful in securing both sites, countless slaves could die and families sold apart from one another would likely never find each other again.

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Hohenlohe nodded his chin slightly as he retrieved a datapad from his back pocket. “THe interdictor is scheduled to complete in a month Master Vos. It was delayed due to pressing military needs, though I believe it should be on schedule. For the moment we have the ISD II Agamemnon available for use which will be the second strike of the hammer against the Black Sun should needs require. It and the Lancer frigate Benedictus will be our staging points for this raid.” He turned his tired looking face upon the female Jedi Master. “The cover suggested was prospective buyers for the Lianstrom League, a piracy unit recently based near Carida until their fate at the hands of the Imperial Fleet. Their defeat has not been published and we recovered many uniforms, we would enter in the Lancer Frigate renamed to the Bloodfin and dock. From there we would have enough men and equipment to take the place by storm if needed.”

 

Her rubbed a hand across his chin, “We had planned for you to take part in securing the slaving compartments, it would be a violent encounter no doubt, but we know that you are both very skilled at such things….”

 

 

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Chalcedon strode forward with swift and heavy steps to catch the girl in his red armoured arms before scooping her up and cradling her between his chest and the phrik kite shield he held in his left arm. No chance of a stray blast bolt ending the life of that poor girl yet.

 

Two hours later, they had arrived at the Academy and the medical corps came out to give her a checkup. Chalcedon’s voice was soft as he spoke.

 

“Child you are safe now, but you are not a captive and may leave whenever you want. The Remnant will not hold children hostage for the powers they possess. This will always be a safe place for you should you wish it, and the Knights of the Imperial Remnant are always willing to take you under wing.”

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Hohenlohe’s eyebrows knitted together like tightly bundled grey Kirathian silk. He rubbed his chin again and slowly nodded.

 

“Then we will equip a series of J-983 Javelins with high yield Ion bombs and keep them within micro jump distance along with the Star Destroyer. Would you suggest an all out assault instead? Hit them with everything, Ion the shite out of them then board and clean up the mess? A precision Ion strike against the central stack should eliminate the central computer and the chance of a self destruct with it. And to answer your question Master Vos, there are no ground based weapons platforms that we know of.”

 

It concerned him, but he saw the Jedi’s points. There were a lot of lives in balance that were not worth the risk. It did lack finesse, but that was ok. Old imperial methods of low and board still had their merits.

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Chalcedon laughed, his face wrinkling into a wide smile of mirth. He pointed to the emblem that was clearly plastered on his shield, helm, and pauldrons. His smile carried only kindness and mirth. There was no mocking tone in his fair voice when he soke.

 

“Once jedi, now we serve a different path. The remnant, it empress, and the path of light to seek and destroy the darkness that haunts every step taken in this once fair galaxy.”

 

His eyes squinted as if he was seeing through her to the walls behind.

 

“What ails you child?”

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The Imperial Fleet, consisting of the Ascalon, Benedictus , and the Agamemnon, led by the Imperial Knights along with their Jedi allies dashed off into hyperspace towards the distant world of Kashyyyk. The Moff went with them, along with the majority of the knights, Kyrie, and the Jedi Order.

 

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“A pleasure to meet you miss Pandora!” Chalcedon smiled as he posited himself on a marble bench across from her. “Fear is a part of life, and something that every man or woman faces, you must not, however let it control you, otherwise, that is the path to darkness. That’s when it consumes the rest of your being, until you are purely a beacon of fear, fragile as a Wollanish crystal, ready to be shattered by the slightest breeze. If you are to grow strong, you must reject the fear, turn and face it and tell it to its face that it must be gone from your life.” He rubbed his hand across his chin, and looked her directly in the eye. “So what drove you away from the Jedi order?”

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The imperial knight was slightly taken aback. Well more than slightly, he was outraged and well justifiably so. He wanted to scoop her up into his arms and give her a fatherly hug, but knowing the limits of his professional responsibility merely placed a strong armoured hand on her thin shoulder. The tears in his eyes showing how his heart cried out for her. Chalcedon, though an extremely effective warrior and a terror that could strike at the heart of the Sith Lords, was while in off duty mode, a big teddy bear of a man. He had lost his wife and young children to the Sith, and his heart always bid him to protect those of this young girls age and demeanor.

 

“Child…” His voice was immeasurably soft. “You do not need to fear here. The Jedi were wrong to attempt such a thing, and I rebuke that which they have spoken over you.” He placed his other hand on her other shoulder. Making sure she looked into his soft grey eyes. “We all carry an immense potential for darkness in us. Any that can touch or control this power should see that in themselves, as all it takes is one ill choice and you fall into irredeemable darkness. But you are not there. You are not at the brink of destruction, you have a long journey before you. I have that darkness in me as well, we all carry it, the problem is not carrying it with you, its if you choose to embrace it.”

 

He nodded his head and withdrew his hands. “We in the Imperial Knights carry this burden and take the darkness of others upon ourselves, to purify and exorcise the dark from the galaxy…” He looked off into the distant ceiling. As if remembering a long forgotten dream. “…Though you are not in a position to learn such arts yet, you must find yourself first, we can help you with that, should you wish it.”

 

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Chalcedon let a hearty laugh escape his lips as he settled back down on his haunches. “I will make a note to not provide you any further milk should you not want it.” He pulled himself back up onto the permacrete bench and began the process of absentmindedly cleaning his armour. Working on a dark carbon scoring patch on his thigh which had marred the fine red armour.

 

“Well that balance is nigh impossible to find little one. Stray but a little off the path and blam!” he slapped his hand on his armour. “You start killing civvies for the greater good. Though I respect that opinion, perhaps with more years on you and a greater experience of fighting the Sith you will see the need for a great purifying light to fight the darkness, and not some bit of ‘balance.’ But that comes in time. Do you wish to learn our ways child?”

 

He laughed and finished working out the carbon scoring on the armour and switched to the next patch....

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Chalcedon stood, his armour creaking like an oak in a stiff wind as the polished armour plates adjusted to him standing. His smile told his feelings well and master Chalcedon was always one to wear his emotions on his sleeve. He embraced her then pointed towards the interior halls to the temple.

 

“Follow me to your new life then acolyte.”

 

He strode with brisk steps to a central large chamber, brimming with various weapons in racks and sets of armour sealed in vast drawers by size. He stopped before the container labelled XS-F and pulled out the plasti-sealed pack of armour plates, underweave, belt, and helmet of the imperial knights. Bright crimson, and a single white chevron upon its chest, marking her rank. In the plastiseal was also a simply made lightsabre that had been constructed en masse by workers on Carida and shipped her for trainers to use. For now it was on the training setting but with the flip of a switch it could easily kill. He handed the large package to her and indicated that she should use one of the female stalls to change as he pulled out his training manual to select a good lesson.

 

CH 1 |Touch the Force|

 

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Chalcedon let out a low growl of a laugh, he ran his hand through the spare sets of armour and fished out a chest piece intended for a young male. He shrugged and underhand tossed it to the young girl, it would fit for now, and that was all that mattered, there was no condemnation in his eyes or joking, this was a military order, and armour had to fit, the woman's sized would come in time.

 

“Blasters find gaps in armour most appealing, please put this one before we go into the field.”

 

After she had finished getting redressed into armour that fit, he beckoned her over to the medical bench and withdrew a swab pack. He pointed to his mouth.

 

“Open up for a DNA swab, then we will get to training. We do not use the prefix Master here, you are not a slave, you are not an apprentice, here you are called a Squire and have the military equivalent rank of Private until we approve you for the rank of Sergeant. You may call me Ser, or Knight Chalcedon, or just Chalcedon. I don’t really mind and it doesn't really matter. You will know me for some part of your life and then eventually I will die, no reason to force a narrative of masterhood, simply watch and learn from me.”

 

He swiped the banthacotton swab inside her mouth to collect a DNA sample, then he packaged it and placed it into a wall locker with her name and ID number. Which he retrieved from a kiosk. He handed her the military rank badge.

 

Pandora

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“Tell me little one, how do you touch the force?”

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“We are a military order little one. We carry rank in the Imperial Armed forces and answer to the empress, we are an extension of her will, and extension of the light to purge away the darkness that plagues this galaxy through force. Unlike the Jedi, we always move to action, there are no debates in high ivory towers here.”

 

Chalcedon nodded his grey head as he watched the young girl. He stroked his chin with a thumb and forefinger as he considered her. He sat down beside her and motioned for her to close her eyes and he took a mighty breath before letting it out in a sigh.

 

“So now we will learn on how to touch the force. Tell me what you see when you let every other thing in your mind flit away like gnats, listen to your heart and let it guide your thoughts. Concentrate on what you feel in this room, feel the energy of it, of me, of this planet, how it pulses with life with every breath. Talk me through it and if you have trouble ask for help.”

 

He let the force flow through him, it was his oldest friend and mentor, the thing that stayed with him in everything he did. He could feel the pain of the planet below, slowly being healed by the efforts of his men and the Empress. Thy would find light here eventually. They would bring a change to this planet of darkness. Then they would move to the next. An ever present crusade against the shadows of evil.

 

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Chalcedon’s kind face melted into a soft smile of comfort as the imperial squire struggled. When she returned from her journey his kind face was smiling encouragingly. He extended his hands towards her to steady her from the swaying and extended a cup of hot chocolate drink that another squire had brought at his beckoning. When she had drinken fully and some pallour had returned to her gaunt face, he gestured for her to sit beside him on the bench.

 

“What did you feel little one? What so frightened you?”

 

His voice only came softly and without contrition. He was not criticising her, that would come in time. Years perhaps, when she was ready to begin the later part of her training. His eyes flitted to holoscreens that showed an imperial star destroyer on fire over Kuat. And he swallowed his own spike of fear that cropped up in his mind.

 

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