[center][b][Yorva, Human Controlled System][/b]
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Io was never a city of easy pickings to begin with, nor would anything else be deep within human territory.

The Yorvians had mostly relied on their numbers in their previous conquests, there were many more of them in the earlier battles then the humans, as well as the militia being caught off guard. But since the temporary cease fire (now broken) and with the fact the Liberation Front was digging deeper into human territory, it became impossible to effectively mount a full blown riot. Not only that, but the human cities themselves were more than intimidating.

The Emporium’s battleships, colossal in size to the point where they could block out the sun, would commonly make passes over the city to remind the few Yorvians remaining that their time was running out. To say those battleships inspired dread would be an understatement, as the young would run inside every time the battleship would make a pass over the city. The battleship treated like a dangerous, almost mythical beast.

The Liberation Front’s only benefit was Adene, a mere super soldier in a galaxy filled with much more dangerous entities and a Empire more ruthless than she could ever be. And with Planetary Governor Kuzar constant demands for reinforcements to crush this rebellion, it was only a matter of time before Adene would run out of her uses, and that the Liberation Front would be pushed into a defensive position. With no more vat-grown soldiers getting any closer to being produced, doubt was mounting among high command.

And perhaps what brought depression among the rebels that so viciously fought within Io was not their losses, nor the hardship, that was common- what was so depressing was that this was one mere city of many. Even if this war were to last a century, Io, for all it’s trouble and colossal size, was nothing more than a mere skirmish in the battles to come.
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[b][Beyond Civilization: Liberation Front Headquarters][/b]
[b][u]Tul Konstler and Ja'al Uris[/u][/b][/center]

There were a lot of questions following the creation of the Liberation Front, many of them could be answered with enough time, but where their base would be located was a matter of discovery. When the administration and military commanders had to make a choice, all agreed on a place of seclusion, one where neither friend nor foe could know, or where they'd never go. Fortunately for them such a hideout existed deep within the wilderness, one made long before Yorva fell under control of their new dictators. To repair it required much effort, but it was all the more worth it to have around.

A bunker buried within a mountain, one of the few military installations that their hedonistic society had thought of building many centuries ago. It's purpose was forgotten even then, with much of the place originally having lavish decorations and priceless artwork. It had all aged naturally, one of the many reasons to renovate the place into a full military fortress. But it not only withheld the brawn of the Liberation Front, for Tul Konstler himself watched over his developing nation from this bunker, regularly informed on the developments taking place on the ever changing world. Administrative, military and logistical staff alike lived and worked in this bunker, the people who were the most professional of all the Liberation Front's personnel. 

It wasn't easy living by any stretch of the means, the grey walls and floors were incredibly dull, no one could leave unless there was a armed convoy or VTOL on station (which there rarely was) and constantly reading casualty reports was beyond depressing. Nonetheless they did their job with little complaints, especially the guards, men and women who were both disciplined and experienced, having seen their fair share of death in the past battles.

Tul gave a heavy sigh, there were going to be a lot more people like that once they were in a position to bargain with the EoM for independence. As if that time would ever come.

The door slid open, followed with the clatter of military boots, only a mere pair. The voice was familiar, that of stress and held back anger, Ja'la Uris, their military leader. "The entire operation was an unorganized mess!" he was entering the room before the door was even fully opened, carrying a document thick with papers, slamming it onto the table in front of Tul, causing him to nearly jump out of his chair. "A lot of people already died, civilians, the type you said that'd be able to [i]"Storm the palace"[/i]- ridiculous!" Ja'la continued, his voice echoing throughout the hall, enough so that a guard peeked his head into the room before backing out again.

Tul adjusted himself in his chair, before him was a long and empty table where meetings would take place. He had sat here in hopes that the general wouldn't so recklessly assault his privacy, it didn't work. "Getting more violent with the humans wont work, how many times have we gone over this?" Tul replied, baffled.

Ja'la breathed inward, calming himself down with a loud exhale. "Open the documents, look at the documents, specifically our attempts in Io."

He complied, taking his thick fingers and looking through the document as the general loomed over him with a judging stare. In a matter of minutes Tul would look back up, any emotion from before had been replaced with a slight fear. "Call for a meeting, now."

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The room was filled with all the high ranking officials. They varied in ages, appearances and backgrounds, but all of them had the same exceptional dedication and unique experience of working out in the field for so long, or being so smart that they didn't need to be. In front of them was a large projector, showing an in depth image of Io city, eagles-eye view. Ja'la had been going over an elaborate plan of how'd they would take it over, using a wooden stick to point at every little street and building that he mentioned. After explaining it for a few hours, he'd turn about, the projector being turned off and the personnel addressed.

"In summary? Our priority is to destroy Io's communications facility, while simultaneously taking control of the gate into the southern-most section of the city. While we fill the city with reinforcements over time via our armed convoys, the casualties for the EoM will mount, causing more forces to be routed towards our concentration of military might, further causing casualties for the humans. In return, we'll be in a better bargaining position for an independent Yorva as this war becomes more and more costly for these bastards." Ja'la then took a breath, he had grudgingly mentioning that 'bargaining position' and passing a glare to Tul, before continuing "However, that'll all be planned by me, Sao and Tul. The rest of this plan relies on coordinated efforts from all of you, helping the rebels survive long enough to keep the Emporium from breaching through and forming an offensive of their own. We keep them on the defensive and keep harassing them, we'll win this easy. Any questions?"

Tul leaned back in his chair, hands placed over his stomach as the talking continued on. There was no listening from him though- instead, all that could be thought about is how costly this ambitious plan was. Sometimes, it seemed like rebelling against the Emporium of Man was a mistake in of itself, especially with someone like General Uris at the helm of all the Front's military efforts...

[center][b][City Io, //LOCATION CHANGING, PERSON IN TRANSIT//][/b]
[b][u]Adene[/u][/b][/center]

Since the door had closed there was non-stop packing.

The store owner and his employee weren't keen on sticking around considering it wouldn't be long before the militia stopped by. To say they were thorough was a understatement- they didn't leave much to be searched after they came around to a Yorvian business. Especially if said business was suspected of harboring sympathies to any anti-human organization, and had clear proof of working with such organizations, like the tunnel below their store.

This cathedral's bombing was all determined by that, single, tunnel. No other rebel group had such a nice way of getting out of a hot zone once things got explosive. So many other targets were worth striking- the barracks, the (now to be targeted) communications center, the embassy, landing pads...But of all places, only the cathedral had rebel sympathizers with a means of escape. High command had altered their expectations on Io right from the get go. Instead of starting their war with a bang, it'd be with a distraction- have the militia focus their forces toward the explosion, as well as the riots, then destroy the communications facility while the militia was too busy being distracted.

But [i]even now[/i] were the plans still changing. Once Adene had taken the tunnel to the slums, she'd have to wait until a team could take control of the city's gate, [i]then[/i] mount an assault on the communications facility while other rebel teams attacked their targets. It was so much more easier to do everything alone, she liked it alone, this was anything but alone.

The store owner then came out of the storage room while the employee pushed a large wooden box through the door. "Okay, we cleaned out the storage and have the tunnel open, your equipment should be back there as well, its been a while, so you might want to brush the dust off. We'll give you time to get prepped, just don't take long alright?"

Adene got up, already discarding her trench coat onto the table. "I'll be fast, you should be getting ready to move." she replied coldly, walking into the storage and closing the door behind her.

There was a square hole in the middle of the storage room, green walls, dimly lit light and cold grey floor tiles surrounding it, with a single rectangular wooden box at the end of the room. Adene walked over to it, pulling it into the light- there was a painted symbol on it, a circle with a fist rising through it. The Liberation Front. Blowing the dust off of it, the box would creak open as her hands lifted the top, revealing the high quality contents. A submachine gun, green jumpsuit with advanced flexible plating, fingerless gloves and military boots, as well as a harness, ammunition, numerous ammo pouches and a combination of miscellaneous equipment. It was meant for an ease of movement over protection, though the jumpsuit's advanced plating would at least assured stray shrapnel wouldn't kill her below the head. 

Getting the jumpsuit over the width of her lower body would be the only issue, everything else worked and fit perfectly, as good as it was when produced and shipped out a month in advance. Discarding her old clothes into the box, she'd open the storage room's door, motioning for the two Yorvian rebels to start moving.

The travel beneath those tunnels would take forty five minutes at the least considering the length in which they'd had to go, so once everything was packed into their bags and all the boxes were smashed (though not too loudly) and the tiles behind them were put in place, they'd leave the abandoned store, moving on through the lit tunnels swiftly.