Nar Shaddaa

[Sapphire]

"Oh, no you don't, Lorell," Sapphire growled, but it was too late and Kalen had already signed off. However, he had forgotten how well she knew him. He was clearly stalling, and that made her only more determined to go check on him in person. She had been on the fence a little before, but now there was no stopping her.

 

She rose and headed to her room. Throwing together a travel bag, she changed into a non-descript silvery grey jumpsuit, the likes of which was worn practically everywhere in the galaxy, and topped it with a black one-shoulder cape with a red trim. Pairing the outfit with some practical boots, and throwing her hair up in a twist held back by pins that could, in a pinch, be used as weapons, she slipped a vibroblade into her right boot and rose. She sequestered her hold-out blaster in the cape's lining. Not that she was planning on using it--unless perhaps if Kalen continued to give her the slip.

 

Now there was nothing left to do but send orders to prep the ship and wait for Emerald to come home. She owed her friend an explanation.

[Emerald]

When she arrived back at the apartment, dressed in the same clothes that she had been wearing the day before (with the addition of Tarvil's jacket), Emerald seemed in no fit mood to talk. Irritably, she pushed past Ruby, uncharacteristically ignoring the offer of fresh caf, and sealed herself in her room. The next several minutes were fraught with a variety of sounds which the others would have varied success in placing: the hiss of the refresher, a series of bangs and slams, what might have been a blaster shot, and an irascible scream that sounded oddly muffled for some reason.

 

Finally, she emerged, fresh as a newly hatched Porg, her duffel slung over her shoulder and her blaster on her hip, hair perfectly in place, green eyes flashing. Without a second glance at her friends, she pushed past them towards the door of the apartment. "Yes, I'm fine. No, I don't want to talk," she said preemptively. "If we're going, let's go." The faint scent of burnt ozone lingered behind her as she headed into the open air, headed for the hangar where they had stashed the Glory.

[Sapphire]

"Fine," Sapphire returned shortly. Emerald needed to calm the kriff down. Sapphire had no idea what had gotten her ire this high; this was clearly about more than she had thought.

 

She followed in Emerald's trail after saying a quick farewell to Ruby. The blonde had already boarded the Glory, but wasn't in the cockpit when Sapphire got there. Shrugging, Sapphire started up the engines, ran the pre-flight check, and after a few minutes, lifted the ship off the ground. Her scanners were alight with the bustle of space over the planet below as she climbed into a higher orbit around Nal Hutta, but they paid her no attention, so she navigated around them to a clear jump point.

 

A moment later, they had disappeared into hyperspace.

[Skye Organa]

A comm comes in for Nath Corun from Skye Organa

 

 

Nath,

 

I would like a face to face interview with you at the Last Call, Coruscant. There are a few things I wish to discuss with you.

 

Skye Organa

 

[Raven Nasra]

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

 

and

 

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))

[HannibalWasBetrayed]

The shuttle began to shake its passengers as the small ship left the cruiser, accompanied by dozens of other ships. Tallin could see the sky covered in the various ships launched from the three capital ships, and the assorted ships of the pirates. Ignoring any enemy fighters, the shuttles lauched toward the surface, covered partially by the fighters and guns of the capitals, though exposed to any fire from below. "Hear we go, squad, this might get a little bumpy.

 

Tallin could hear over the comms as fire from the moon began to reach the shuttles, several of the troop transports began to take damage, particularly those launced from the Animarum. As they got closer, Tallin could clearly see a burning shuttle spiraling out of control, while the outer shell of several others burned on fire. A massive round, aimed at the capital ships high above, impacted the shuttle nearest to Delta squad, hollowing it out with the combined forces. Small arms blaster fire began to hit the shuttle as it swooped around a builidng and hovered above a small open area near the palace of one of the Hutts.

 

"Everybody out, Breaker, Camila, Tallin first, everyone else following." Tallin ordered into the comms, before leaping out beside his squad. They quickly took up positions around the square, shooting down two pirate who were preparing defences nearby. The Twins began preparing the E-Web, as the squad readied for further orders. Another shuttle dropped their troops compliement off in the square, two squads coming in the larger shuttle.

 

"Squad, move out. Orders are to attack that Palace 2 klicks into the city. Shoot anything that resists, disarm and subdue anyone who surrenders, those who come behind can hold them."

 

A pirate, wide eyed and desperately firing a fleschett launcher, leaped out toward them, a chance round striking the Togruta in the leg, cutting into the less protected area. The squad instantly cut the pirate to peices with concentrated fire, the medic beginning to treat the injury as Tallin's squad preformed recon on the area they were advancing into, not wanting another such surprise.

 

Constant reports came over the comms, dozens of shuttles reaching the ground, offloading the troops of the 39th Infantry. They took up positions all over the cityscape, concentrating at major landmarks, government buildings and palaces. The assualt on Nar Shaddaa was under way.

 

 

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

[Ubiqtorate]

This would be the first time Ubiqtorate had ever been in a space battle before and, he had to admit, it was fascinating. He had been in firefights before and worked on coordinated tactical ground strikes, but not a space battle or planetary invasion. The amount of planning and coordination that went into it was impressive, and working along side the Head of State was also intriguing. He had not seen much of her, but what he had seen made him glad she was in charge of the Remnant.

 

While she, being of a fleet combat background, seemed more focused on the space fight, he spent his time coordinating ISB assets in surgical strikes. The ISB staffers kept him constantly updated with information about various enemy forces reacting to the chaos of the Remnant Fleet strikes. He spent his time collating intelligence and directing both ISB squads and some of the regular infantry to suspected enemy strongholds. Power grids were specially targeted with ion weapons to prevent structural damage that would make rebuilding and occupying the planet difficult. Enemy gang hideouts or Hutt spice storehouses were wiped out, and any place that seemed to bring forth resistance was marked to be leveled by bombers. There were indeed civilians on this planet, but very few were entirely innocent. Still, the ISB worked to neutralize targets where civilians may be taking shelter or trapped without leveling the entire block. It wasn't a perfect game, but this was war and in war, the innocent often suffered.

 

As with any urban combat, ambushes were common. While not exactly organized and well trained, smugglers, pirates, and bodyguards were a rough sort used to violence. They would not go without a fight and there were Remnant losses. Each one was most unfortunate, but these were men and women who knew they were building a better Galaxy. Ubiqtorate didn't like losing those under him, but millions or billions of creatures' lives would be better for this action. If his skills were better on the battlefield, he would be there, but they weren't. Everyone had their place and his was coordinating things.

 

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

[AVATAR Kain]

In the Sith garrison on the northern hemisphere of the moon, a man sat at a console, playing Angry Porgs on a datapad. For a long time, he didn't even notice the flashing red light on the console, an alert panel that could be signalled by one of several roving scout groups, in charge of enforcing as well as ensuring things flowed smoothly on the planet. Normally, the only alerts were possible gang activities near the garrison, which were easily fended off. As such, whoever manned the station tended to keep it on mute. When he finally did glance over, the number of alerts immediately made his heart drop into his gut. This...wasn't good.

 

As he began reading them, then darted his eyes to a tactical readout screen to his right, he realized this wasn't some simple gang violence. The Sith hadn't slated them any reinforcements for some time, even those that manned his post were really only a skeleton crew meant to hold the fort down until a larger force came to occupy the place. They were never actually there to defend the place from a full on military assault. There was no feasible way they could mount any semblance of an actual resistance. Sure, they could take some Imperials with them as they died, but fanatic loyalty? That was reserved for elite guards and shock troops, not the personnel the Sith had sent there.

 

After a minute of thinking about what to do, the man sent a comm to all Sith forces on the planet, notifying them of the invading presence. Then he sent a comm to Korriban to make the rest of them aware of the situation.

 

Then, he ripped his uniform, wearing parts as wraps, trying as best as he could to look like one of the local populace, and left the small garrison. No need to give up his life for a hopeless cause.

 

((Invasion defense post))

[Ruby]

Breathless and panting, the Twi’lek skidded to a stop in front of Ruby’s desk. “It's the Empire!”

 

“Ktah,” Ruby spat. She was pacing in front of the large window in her office, staring out at the chaos that had erupted in across the Smuggler’s Moon. “Those bastards have guts coming here.” The moon had flown under the radar of multiple galactic wars; for the Imps to come here now meant bad news for the free agents who operated out of the moon. “And of course, they come right after Emerald and Sapphire leave,” she muttered to herself. Her mind whirled with thoughts. There was little chance the moon could defend itself; while almost everyone on the moon had at least one well-armed ship, they weren't unified enough to cause a threat to the Imperial ships in orbit. Besides, smugglers, pirates, and thieves usually weren't interested in working together to defend anything. Running was their MO, and Ruby didn't doubt that many were already in the process of getting out of dodge. She was tempted to do the same.

 

But on the other hand, the Gems would lose much if they gave up their holdings now. Even if the Imperials set up shop, the underworld networks would have power vacuums. It was a huge risk, but it was possible that there might be further opportunity for the Gems in the wake of the Imperial attack. It all depended on just how far the Imps went. Ruby didn't think they'd slag the moon, but the old Empire wouldn't have hesitated to do so, and she wouldn't put it past this new Empire.

 

The third option was a classic pirate move: set your sails to take advantage of the way the wind was blowing. She could perhaps strike a deal with these Imperials. They were anti-crime, but she was sure they weren't anti-credits. If she made a deal to leverage the Gems’ skills and networks legitimately, perhaps the Imperials would let them keep their power. Then when they grew bored or tired of holding the moon and weakened their grip, business could resume as normal.

 

All these options flew through her mind at the speed of light. She didn't have the luxury of thinking things over; she needed to make a decision, and make it quickly. Compounding her frustration was the lack of response or communication from their erstwhile Sith partners. Turning to the Twi’lek underling, she growled, “Set up a communications relay, ping the emergency contact, activate the Naptime protocol.”

 

The Sith would hear about this, that was for sure. In the meantime, she’d buy time as all of their liquid assets were transferred to offworld accounts. If Nar Shaddaa was anything, it was unpredictable, and watching the political shifts and tilts in the galaxy, the Blood Gems had known it was only a matter of time before one side or another tried to make an example out of the Smuggler’s Moon.

 

With the Naptime protocol in place, multiple things happened. All across the moon, throughout the Gems’ expansive networks, contacts went into hiding. Funds were transferred, businesses shut down, doors--literal and digital--shut and locked as their people went into hiding.

 

Elsewhere, cameras of all sorts activated. Unused traffic cameras, left over from a failed attempt by one of the Hutts to enact some order on the volatile moon, now flickered to life and began streaming their data. Floating surveillance droids turned their cameras to the skies. Air taxi dash cameras swung around and pointed forward, their views joining the streams of information being routed through a small, out-of-the-way holonet broadcasting company the Gems had acquired. Two Gran and a human worked furiously at their computers, selecting from the multiple angles all the cameras across the moon were providing, and started a live broadcast of the Imperials’ conquest of the moon, highlighting the overwhelming force the Imperials were bringing to bear, interspersing images of the Imperials’ wrath with video of frightened civilians, choosing the most innocent-looking denizens of the moon. The human provided a running commentary of the scene, his voice shaking in horror at the appropriate moments.

 

For Ruby’s part, the Chiss ordered all but her immediate staff to return to their homes. Tarvil supervised the final transfer of data to their offworld backups, then quickly planted himself at her side in the Gems’ immaculate public office. They had never used the room; it was massive and open, with one desk large enough to land an X-wing on--and clean enough to as well. But it would be perfect to entertain any Imperial delegation that decided to make their presence felt. Ruby sat behind the desk, Tarvil to her right, her face the impassive mask that was normally so intimidating to non-Chiss. The lights of the imperiled moon, green turbolaser fire from the Imperials mixing with yellow explosions and the many-colored neon signs, cast strange flickering shadows in the room from the transparisteel window that served as its back wall. The only other light in the room was a small desk lamp, and Ruby’s glowing red eyes.

 

An invitation issued on a wide-spectrum broadcast to the Imperial contingent was clear and simple: the Blood Gem Pirates invoke the right of parlay.

[Raynuk Montar]

Invasion Shot on Nar Shaddaa

 

By my eyes, fairly simple considering the Smuggler's Moon is effectively undefended at this point. There's practically nothing the Sith can do to stop the invasion, and the Blood Gems don't have many options either.

 

INVASION SUCCESSFUL.

 

The Imperial Remnant has boots on the ground and an effective orbital occupational pattern. Given the nature of the planet itself and how difficult it would be to wrangle an entire planet of criminals, scum and villany, I would call this an occupation currently, not an instant transfer of power; it'll take work to pacify the entire planet, but how that works out (bloody or not) is up to the Imperial occupation forces. With that said, it does now belong to the Imperials, who can treat it as such, and may begin building a base or whatever beginning now.

[Raven Nasra]

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.

[HannibalWasBetrayed]

"Clear, moving to the next one." Camila, the squad's second called out as she moved next to Breaker at the front of the squad, checking each alleyway they passed as the squad moved down the long street securing the area. Behind them, the rest of the squad followed, several watching the angles and behind while the heavy gunner squad and the limping injured Togruta moved in the center, the squad on the alert after the surprise attack earlier. The Imperial ground troops were currently securing the planet, and Tallin's squad was moving to a rally point, where he expected they would be sent to occupy one of the major gambling centers. On the way, they were investigating the area for any signs of criminal activities or behaviors, such as were incredibly common on the Smugglers Moon.

 

"Hmm." Tallin commented, staring at a small sign in Huttese above a door, "This looks to be a small gambling den. Mark it for troops to investigate later, we are not built for close quarters combat. Keep moving."

 

Two more alleys were passed without incident, before the shotgunner in the front held up his hand to halt the squad, as he peered down a badly lit passageway. Camila looked down it immediatley after, quickly stating, "We have a large group of unknown non-Imperials coming, take up positions." Their sniper quickly moved across the street into cover, while the rest of the squad gathered around the passage's entrance, behind abondend boxes and crates, Tallin and Breaker remaining in the open. A large group of children, chained together in bunches and with rows of collars, shambled into the main street, accompained by several scruffy looking guards and a large Hutt. The guards nervousness could visibly be seen to increase, while the Hutt slid along seemingly without even noticing the Imperials, the strains of Careless Whisper: Hutt Hero Remix, a song surprisingly only popular in Hutt-controlled territories, playing in his ears.

 

"Stop there." Tallin held up his hand, his squad readying their weapons as their leader faced the oncoming party. "You, Hutt, what are you doing here with these children?"

 

The Hutt looked about, blinking at the armored soldiers facing him. At first he spoke in Huttese, but when none of the party responded, he grumbled and continued in basic, "I don't see why I need to answer to you. Who are you to stop me, Garlian the Hutt?"

 

"We are with the Imperial Remnant. We control this planet now. I repeat, what are you doing here with these children?"

 

The Hutt seemed taken aback, "Imperials? hmm, not sure I've heard of them before. You don't have to exaggerate your standing to get my attention. I am a business minded individual, I am selling these children to the Cravs Whorehouse. Don't worry, the proper share of proceeds will go to the authorities."

 

Tallin could barely restrain himself from shooting the Sith on sight, his hands gripping the blaster he carried in an iron grip. "This is now an Imperial Planet now. Slavery, especially child slavery is illegal. Surrender now, drop any weapons and hand over the remote for the slave collars, and prepare yourself to be tried for your crimes. Any resistance and you will be executed on the spot. That goes for all of you."

 

THe Hutt pulled out the slave collar remote, holding it in his grotesque hand."You-You must be joking. I am a Hutt business..."

 

"Drop it, and your weapons, NOW."

 

A single pirate reached for his slugthrower, pulling it from his belt with an exaggerated motion, full of unfamiliarity and wasted energy. Before any of the rest of the squad could react, their Trandoshan sniper fired from across the street, blowing the back of the slaver's skull and brain against the wall nearby, the pirate dropping like Durasteel as the splatter struck the Hutt several of the pirates. Two pirates fled, one getting dropped by the blaster fire of squad's rifles while the other escaped, Tallin ordering the squad not to chase and get split up. The other pirates dropped their weapons and hit the ground, not wanting to test the same fate that had struck the other two. Only the Hutt seemed unwilling to surrender.

 

"You Kriffing... these slaves are my business, my life. How dare you take them away from me. I would rather they die then go to add currency to you!" The Hutt moved to press the button, shock and horror springing instantly across the face of the Imperial squad, knowing they would be too slow to stop the Hutt. Another shot rang out, hitting the Hutt in the arm slightly above the wrist. With a scream of pain, the Hutt dropped the remote, blubbering as he gripped his injury.

 

"Figured you might like to deal with this one, Tallin." The sniper grunted from his post, his long rifle still aimed at the Hutt.

 

Tallin began to stalk toward the Hutt, vibroblade in hand, before the reasoning voice of Camila broke into his haze of hate, "Don't torture him. Not that I care about that hunk of bantha poodoo, but don't do it in front of these kids. They've seen enough."

 

Tallin puased and glared about him, noting the looks of fear and dull despair on their faces, crying beginning to erupt from some of the smaller children. "Fine. For your crimes against the peoples of Nar Shaddaa, I sentence you to death." He opened fire with his blaster rifle, unloading into the body of the oversized being, only stopping when his energy pack began to overheat. The Hutt was still alive, gurgling quietly as he looked with dying eyes upon his executioner. Tallin walked toward him, vibroblade in hand once again, its bone grip rubbing against Tallin's calloused hand. He stopped before the slumped Hutt, almost at eye level, and spoke almost in a whisper, "For my mother." Tallin stabbed the blade deep into the eye of the Hutt, twisting it till the light died within and the Hutt's body collapsed.

 

"Children, we are with the Imperial Remnant. We will not harm you, we are going to free you. Which of these slavers assualted or beat you?" Tallin addresed the children, making notes of the several slavers that were pointed out by the more clear headed of the young slaves.

 

"Squad, execute those scum. Let us start getting these collars off."

[Raven Nasra]

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

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.

 

and

The Nar Shaddaa SpaceWorks

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.

[HannibalWasBetrayed]

Tallin stood watch at one of the many mission centers recently built on Nar Shaddaa, his squad scattered around the area, watching the exits and keeping an eye on the citizenry for concealed weapons, bombs, or other surprise issues. The recently occupied planet was still a dangerous place, and the guard was carefully maintained. Inside, his squadmate, the young Togruta rifle was finishing up her treatment for the wound she had recieved at the beginning of the assualt. Tallin, like most Imperials, found guard duty boring, but it was important, and kept interesting enough with the added tension in the air. Several attempts had been made by rogue members of the populace to resist the Imperial takeover, but had been swiftly put down by Imperial forces, and large amounts of the populace who were benefiting by Imperial rule and wished for some vengenance on those who had long mistreated them. Still, the likelihood of an assualt on a well-defended mission center such as this was extremely small.

 

Tallin was about to order his squad to rotate their positions, movement helping his troops stay alert, when a commotion could be scene down the path, a Imperial Shuttle landing in a largely empty area, the few individuals quickly scattering out of the way. A squad approximately their own size approached the center, the leader stopping in front of Tallin with a slight frown on his face, "This is an... interesting squad you have here. Surprised they act well together, non-humans and all. Anyways, you're relieved, the Head of State wishes to speak with you and your squad. The shuttle will take you back up. Dismissed."

 

"As the Head of State commands. Squad, move out. Yers, if you're not healed yet, you can join us when you're ready."

 

"It's just a limp, sir. I'll be fine, no going to miss this."

 

Tallin and his squad entered the shuttle, quickly arriving at the Imperial ship where Zinthos was currently in residence. They quick marched through the ship, not wanting to keep the Remnant leader waiting. Finally they reached the ship's bridge, where the Head of State was waiting for them.

 

"Ma'm." Tallin bowed, his squad mixing their respectful gestures of bows and salutes. "We have arrived from the planet. How may we serve?"

[Raven Nasra]

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.

[HannibalWasBetrayed]

Tallin knew he and his squad were being honored by the Head of State from the moment they entered, the other leaders he had briefly seen or heard off would never deign to shake the hands of lowly footshoulders, mostly alien ones at that. Further making the situation strange was the iron grip she had, the hand grip of a soldier, not some money loving beauracrat. "Thank you, Head of State."

 

Each of his troops responded with respect as the powerful woman shook each of their hands, even the silent Devaronian giving a deep bow, and the Zabrak whom Tallin faced off again showing a rare moment of loyalty. When they had finished, Tallin prepared to answer, his thoughts spinning back to those events. "We did, a Hutt was leading a gang of slavers toward their selling point. We intervened, somehow the Hutt had not noticed the invasion and was caught off guard. We explained the situation, but the Hutt refused to surrender. I regret to say that the memories of my past drove me toward what would have been a grave mistake. I almost tortured him, hacked him slowly to peices in front of the children. If not for the words of Camila, my second, I would have gone through with it. However, as he refused to surrender, and attempted to slaughter the children, and by extension my squad, I executed him. As for the slavers, several were shot attempting to resist or escape. Several others whom the children pointed out as having been particularly were executed on the spot. I bear full responsiblites for those actions should they go agianst Imperial policy. The children were freed and placed in the Imperial Mission, and the rest of the slavers brought to trial. I believe the majority were executed, and a few spared."

 

Tallin paused, regathering his thoughts after his mission report. "You honor us greatly, Head of State. It would truly be a great reward and responsibilities to assist in protecting your person and that of the Moffs. I cannot reccomend my squad more highly, and I fully believe they are worthy of such honors and capable of performing in whichever situation you place them in for the continued good of the Imperial Remnant. Once again I thank you for this, and hope they will accept. However, I do not feel that I myself am worthy of such treatment. I have only recently joined the Remnant, and have performed no deeds of note. I have only done my duty, and should thank you and the Remnant for the oppurtnity I have recieved, to bring a measure of justice and even vengenance upon the animalistic scum of these slavers. I now seek only to serve the Remnant, to repay the debt I owe. I am yours to command."

[Raven Nasra]

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?”

[HannibalWasBetrayed]

Camila, one of the most experienced and well-traveled off the squad, spoke first with a pensive frown on her face, "Well, I know of a couple major slave organizations. They used to be very large, but have since faded, though I do not know if they have been destroyed. Zygerria and Talassia both hosted large slaver groups."

 

"Perhaps Byss, though it's not really a good target?" Silian, the medic, responded in his flat tone.

 

Several other ideas were murmured, before Sana, (or maybe Tana) one of the two Twi-lek gunners of the squad, spoke up from the back of the group, emotion forcing her voice to waver slightly, "What of Ryloth? My people's home, we have been raided by slavers for centuries. Slaving organizations and foreign aggressors, Hutts, Heroes and Empires have all taken their turn taking from us. Please, we need help."

[Raven Nasra]

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.

[HannibalWasBetrayed]

Tallin and his squad spent several minutes watching the extensive footage of the battle, the massive amounts of damage sustained by both the Jedi and the Sith surprising his troops, most of them having never seen such a duel before. Expressions of surprise, fear and cautiousness combated with the grim and determined faces of the more veteran troops. Tallin watched it twice, first to simply watch and the second to plan out a defence. "If we were to face such an opponent..."

 

The Zabrak close range fighter, her constant struggle with Tallin for leadership apparent again, pushed past him, eagerly exclaiming, "I, Svera of the Sarin Clan, would charge him, and slay him in 1 on 1 combat, he would be no match for..."

 

"Then you are a kriffing idot. You saw how hard it was for the girl to beat him, and she was a full Jedi Knight using the Force primarily. You would be no match for such an opponent."

 

Svera stepped back, humiliated and furious, before Tallin spoke again, "I have seen several such in my journeys about the galaxy as a slave. They are incredibly dangerous, and extremely unpredictable to those who have not spent their lives studying them. If such an opponent was to surprise us, I feel that remaining bunched closely together would be a mistake. We would need to regulate fire as well, I have heard that many of them can deflect blaster bolts as the Jedi can, and randomly flying bolts, especially from the E-Web and Sniper, are not good.

 

The rifles would immediately head for cover, though when against the Force cover is questionable at best. Our linguist, Rax, would attempt to distract the Sith for a moment verbally, especially if he knows their home language, before himself heading for cover. Camila would call in the situation and ask for reinforcements, a single squad against a Sith is not the best matchup. Our E-Web squad would fall back slightly to set up, while the rifles send in surpressing fire to allow them time. Breaker, Svera, and myself would stay out more in the open, in case the Sith decides to charge. Our demolitionist would set up explosives, in case the Sith shows a moment of weakness, I have heard that using explosives against prepared Force Users is a bad idea. Skreee would move for a flanking position with his rifle, preferably some distance away. Silian, our medic, undoubtably one of our most important members of the squad when fighting such a opponent, would need to remain hidden, or in a very well defended spot, unless one of us was badly injured,

 

If one of us was grabbed or attacked in some way through the Force, we would concentrate full fire on the Sith to attempt to break their concentration. We would suffer casualties. While plotting this works well from far away, conditions and preperations are altered based on positions, enemy and friendly troops, presence of civilians, and other factors. In the end, though, no plan ever survives first contact with the enemy."

[Adwin Antares]

Transmission from Captain Antares to Raven Zinthos

 

 

Hello Head of State Zinthos, I am aware I may be catching you at a bad time. But, at your earliest convenience, I wish to ask a favor of you. My son, Adwin Antares, is a very talented artist (attached is a piece of his work). I would like to ask if you wouldn’t mind helping sponsor a Caridan Relief - Fundraiser Art Auction?

 

It will feature the work of local artists including my son’s most notable pieces. By your leave, I would ask that your portrait is included. But that is up to your discretion.

 

Thank you for listening. I look forward to your response.

 

 

((Image was too big - - https://imgur.com/04mlsad ))

 

[Raven Nasra]

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"

 

[HannibalWasBetrayed]

The squad absorbed the information, incorporating the information into the battle plan they had previously mentioned. Tallin conversed quietly with his squad, before stating, "Only a couple. If we were faced with multiple Sith, would you suggest concentrating on one or splitting fire? Though I'm pretty sure we'd be screwed either way. If we were present during a duel between a Sith and Imperial or Jedi knights, should we attempt to assist or await the result of the fight? And would a building explosion, if we were fighting indoors, be useful or a greater danger to ourselves?"

 

While awaiting the response, Tallin quietly mentioned to Camila the need to pick up several Fleschette launchers and pistols as secondary weapons for the squad.

[Raven Nasra]

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.”

[HannibalWasBetrayed]

The squad was gathered in their assigned barracks, re-grouping and cleaning their weapons between training exercises. Having spent time together and served in combat as a squad, the members had grown more accustomed to each other, light jokes and laughter bouncing back and forth among the members, while a couple discussed the new fleschette launchers they had been issued. Their injured comrade was almost back to normal, only the aches of the regrowing muscle becoming accustomed to constant use and stress, and happily rejoined the squads training courses. The wear and stains of the dirty planet upon their armor had since been scrubbed off, and their rifles were carefully cleaned and prepared before and after every training exercise. Even Svera's passive disobedience had calmed slightly, Tallin's leadership and the experiences together having calmed her slightly, though her dreams of leading the squad had not faded.

 

Larah, the first member of the squad to speak to Tallin (and the first to insult him), carefully stood, stretching out her leg as she walked over to her squad leader. She looked down, a slight plush barely showing on her orange skin, before she spoke, "Sorry about what I said to you when we first met. You've led us much better than I expected. I never thought I'd get the chance to meet someone as powerful as the Head of State, and she seemed... kinda normal. Actually she was pretty nice, and she wanted to talk to us, I mean, non-human commoners. I don't think we would have ever gotten such an opportunity if not for you. Thanks."

 

"Of course, I was pretty green. We've done well as a squad. I too am surprised about the Head of State. The leaders I knew before were more interested in beating or raping we slaves then being kind. Anyways it's time for the next exercise. Squad, Ready Up!"

 

His squad quickly gathered, their conversations quieting as they took on a business-like mood. Tallin and Camila quickly examined their weapons and armor to see that everything was in order, before the squad moved in formation to the training ground. For this day, they were training with breaching and house to house combat. The squad moved into position at the start, the timer turned on, and they began to run another simulation.

[Raven Nasra]

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.

[Beck Pilon]

Major Beck Pilon stood onboard the bridge of the Misericordia and looked out over the planet of Nar Shaddaa and all of it's hunger and lust for life that was obvious to anyone, including those that held no understanding of the Force. Beck stood with his own black cape hanging over his white dressed top and black pants and boots. His own face was one of pondering as he thought about what sort of urgency was given to the Head of State to have such a quick recall from everyone on the surface.

[Kyrie Eleison]

As the captured Carrack Cruiser docked with the Imperial Star Destroyer, The Misericordia, Kyrie glanced around at her troopers and their prisoners. Her squads had taken losses, and she could feel the hum of nerves in the Force, highlighted with grief. The surviving slaves were in zipcuffs, huddled under gunpoint, their tear streaked faces frozen in fear and the rush of emotion that came with the disabling of the hivemind that had controlled them for years.

 

The Auxiliaries of Foy were the first to disembark, taking with them all the slaves but one, a girl who had identified herself as Ash Bladerai, a crimson haired girl of fourteen standard years of age. She had testimony relevant to the prosecution of the pirates, and Kyrie knew her Empress would need to hear it. Kalimore himself was dragged by The Imperial Commandos, his face a mix of pain and smugness. It disgusted her to see his fixed smile, it was an advantage of those that chose evil, they knew they would always have mercy.

 

Hadran Narraghmore led Ash beside the Imperial Knight as they all made their way to the bridge. As the lift doors slid open, Kyrie tossed the Hutt on his flabby face before her Empress, a ten meter toss that left him wailing in cowardly fear and pain from his wounds. The Imperial KNight held her gloved hand before her as she approached Raven, the Force pressing the flabby Hutt into the decking

 

“Empress, we have taken the ship, and this girl has a tale I wish you to hear”

 

Ash stepped forward, her pale hand holding the side of her head where a bacta patch covered a shallow wound made by a stray flechette. Her voice trembled, but she spoke with defiance of her captivity, and the abuses made on her by the Hutt and his crew. The sordid tale of sexual and physical abuse made several of Bridgecrew teary eyed, and it brought a flame to Kyrie’s heart. Such injustice on the weak and innocent would not go unpunished.

 

“Empress… That is one of hundreds of charges to bring against this Hutt, all relevant interviews have been holorecorded for whatever court we are to use. I request the Empire’s justice.”

[Beck Pilon]

Beck looked back to see an Imperial Knight arrive on the bridge to bring a prisoner to Empress Raven. He immediately took that as his signal to take his leave of the Misericordia and instead go to the Fiat Lux to command her for whatever Raven had planned. He quietly walked up near her and informed her in a soft tone that he could be found on the Fiat Lux as he would command her until further notice. He then gave a slight bow and turned to leave the bridge and head for his own ship, Heaven's Taint to take him to the other Star Destroyer. Upon arriving, he made his presence known to the bridge.

 

"I am now taking command of the Fiat Lux, we need to make sure that we are ready for whatever the Empress will wish us to do. Check all systems, and alert all commands."

[Raven Nasra]

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.