Operation: Service Guarantees Citizenship

[Katarn]

Accessing Public File; Downloading from '(Lord;Tiwura)'Download Complete; Displaying File Public Call for Operation Team Assembly

*On the blue hued holographic display there would be featured a male donning a long dark cloak and a hood covered by armorpieces over the chest and arms. Nine fingers in total across his two hands. His eyes bright while his skin is of a darker tone compared to the usual among the pure sith blooded. His face ornated with golden rings around his bonespur ridges and lower lips. Lord Tiwura took to words.*

"This is Lord Tiwura speaking. In these times of war we prize our imperial veterans. Those who take the fight to the Republic. Those who stand against the rule of the weak, stagnant and degenerate democrats. After the Anx Minor campaign our veterans were justly rewarded. Granted farming land of their own within our northern borders. There were however some not given their due. On Belkadan the local aristocrats of the Barrov family hold a great deal of land, land that they refuse to share with the veterans who spilled blood for the Empire. In defiance of imperial governance, these entrenched locals hold onto vast estates in decadence with contributing to the war cause and have hired thugs to keep some of our veterans from their given due. You are to rendezvous with a coalition of veteran farmers and drive off these thugs from their rightful lands and disrupt the Barrov's facilities. This insubordinate impudence must be quenched before it encourages worse attitudes and loss of morale for our veterans. We shall show them the meaning of Sith power. Glory to the Empire."

*After the playbacked message the hologram flickers away, fading from view. Leaving the viewer then able to access the rest of the information entailed.*

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OOC:
IC Location: Belkadan
OOC Location: Dantooine/Alderaan

Added info: Be willing to GM if you sign up. Be mindful of your fellow guildmembers.

Objectives: Neutralize any threats and seize the Barrov's farm estate.

Time Frame: Before January 25th.

Estimated Party Size: 4 attendants

GM Notes: Message Vayek on discord

Rewards: Requests will be heard within reason. Commendations for imperials. Appropriate lessons or other means by apprentices and acolytes.

Reminder: Assets are NOT to be earned or taken in these, they are not meant to be for accumulating stuff. Maybe some money and little trophies might be gained but never anything large.

Spoiler: OOC Notes for the GM!

Form an Ops discord group with me. Whoever in the group signs up to GM will receive Gm details personally.

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Verifying Public File;Verification Complete; File Completed

[Meatslopper]

Vessa Bufon signs up

[Athalas]

Apprentice Vulker would sign up

[Merexa]

Ensign Cade Haldeen signed up

[Daiju]

Apprentice Ronith signs up

[Katarn]

Ops is filled you vultures.

[Meatslopper]

A Ballad of the Farmers Woes

By Acolyte Vessa Bufon

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There once was a farmer on Belkadan did he roam.

Walk down the errant hillside did Daiju to tell him to atone.

Yet his sin was yet to truly begin.

To say no.

To say no to Sith is the most terrible of crimes.

For they can murder you on a dime.

Lightning cooked, Blades cut through skin.

For they said no.

One begged for his family, another for his home.

But on goes this battles tome.

A call to their allies did not herald a win.

They still said no.

So up the hill their farmers droid did Vulker mime.

Fertiliser and a grenade is the time.

But control it the foes still did and with it gone was our man’s shin.

Laugh as he screamed no, no, no.

So up the hill we marched.

Our thirst for bloodshed not yet parched.

Ahead of me a hostage whose screams I spin.

Many flee knowing the end of this flow.

But those who remain fire upon us.

They really made quite a fuss.

So we fight again in a manner twin.

I let free my hostage with an explosive, go!

“Kaboom!”

The battlefield a jest.

For a HOVERcraft running someone over is chance run thin.

I must confess we tried but all I can do is grin.

They shouldn’t have said no.

"Don't say no," first rule of improv and the Sith akin.

Mass execution ends their ballad much to their chagrin.

Two injured veterans and Sith, by both blaster and a broken shin.

They shouldn't have said no.

For while our injuries are small, those defiant end with every blow.

They really should have just not said no.

But funnier this way, no?