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WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

@Rithy Never rush the post of a Krieger. Like Wizards, they are neither late or early. They arrive precisely when intended.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

@Rithy

Well, you know what they say...

Dead

Vemka Vall had been mentally steeling himself for the initial assault when the alert came for all hands to man their stations and for the assault force to make their way to the primary hanger for departure. Before any combat mission he did the same thing, steeling himself and clouding his mind deliberately, shielding himself from Force users with old tricks that had been employed by some Jedi Hunters that Republic Intelligence had tracked down and converted to their cause over the years. Clouding ones mind, coupled with strong emotion, could shield them from easy detection with the force, something that had saved his ass on more than one occasion. Add in the chaos of an attack, and a younger Vemka might have even trusted a well placed sniper shot with that alone, but that was not who he was today. Rising, and grabbing the helmet of his armor, he fastened it as he made a brisk run to the hanger, just in time for the boarding order from the Knight, Vasha, who was in overall charge of the operation. She was one that Vemka knew little of, considering how much the Jedi operated independent of Intelligence Agents typically, so profiles on lesser known Jedi were incomplete at best, something the Intelligence Agent did not like.

Like it or not, Vemka had his orders and it was simple enough, boarding a shuttle that contained another strike team of Commandos, Vemka being the only one on board the shuttle not a part of the Commandos. They gave him the usual odd looks that Republic Intelligence got, and there was likely mutterings of 'that spook' on their squad comm channel, but the Mirialan was used to such things at this point. Half closing his eyes, which dismissed the Commandos for now, he focused on the general situation developing while going down, processing the information fed through the comms and building a mental image of the situation at hand. Heavy resistance, dug in and ready for the attack. Typical, the ham fisted approach had been spotted, there was a reason the Wild Space was outside conventional Republic control. But, in as much as any plan, first contact had forced plans to change and to improvise new responses.

Vemka's train of thought was, at that point, interrupted by a series of explosive detonations that raked the side of his shuttle, the Pilot going off about how he'd lost a wing and they were going down. Rather than tense up, the Mirialan forced himself to relax, getting ready for the impact instead of dreading it, dreading the inevitable wasn't going to help. They hit hard, Vemka catching himself as the side door was ripped from the shuttle, and the Mirialan threw himself clear of the shuttle as it continued hurtling and grinding to a halt, rolling across the ground and coming to a halt naturally instead of trying to force himself to stop sooner. Picking himself up, and dusting off his armor, a quick inventory was done. Armor and cloak, intact, weapons, intact, extra supplies, intact. He was lucky, then, the ground wasn't so hard that the impact would damage him or his gear. Those that had rode out the crash though, might not be so fortunate.

Rather than double back after the shuttle, letting the survivors sort themselves out, the Intelligence Agent moved through the woods, oddly calm compared to the raging assault that was occurring so close to them. Reaching the edge of the woods, he spotted Republic forces suffering a counter assault from a dark saber wielding force user. He moved fast, struck hard, but a quick analysis, at the cost of soldier's lives, was enough to puzzle him out for an initial assault. The attack was single minded, reveling in the slaughter, which meant he was focused on the obvious threats. Continuing to maintain his mental shroud, surface clouded with irrelevant thoughts and strong emotions matching the forces attacking and being attacked, he reached into a pouch and produced two sonic detonators. Normally, soldiers used Thermal, but against a force user? The sonic attack tended to disorientate and disrupt their abilities, making them easier targets. Rather than blindly pitch them, he cooked them and proceed to use an underhand toss, sending them rolling across the ground to come to a rest behind the advancing dark sider, detonating within a second of coming to a halt.

"Agent Vall in position, standing by to provide support. Engaging the Dark Sider, bait him into overextending and cut him off." Punctuating the orders he passed over encrypted commlink, Vemka had his sniper rifle, a BL-28, trained on the dark sider. Rather than fire right away, he braced his vibrostaff alongside him in case he needed it quickly, watching for an opening to fire rather than blindly opening fire and giving himself away yet. Frontline soldier's job was to fight and die, his was to pick off targets he could kill, or otherwise mark them for those that could. Vemka would fire whenever the dark sider wasn't facing him, aiming to harass and irritate the target further, rage could blind as well as it could fuel after all.

@Alias

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

"Understood, ma'am. Fall in, people."

Without a second thought, Ansgar got moving, constantly scanning and sweeping his surroundings as he took charge leading the group towards the coordinates, letting the tech heretic babble and do the talking. Unsurprising for a Krieger to not be one for talking to outsiders much at all, far as the outside world was concerned, Kriegers did little more than train for when they were going to die, and die. Let them believe what they will, it made their jobs simpler in the long run. The tech heretic made solid points on the fuel depot, scanning the shadows, a note of concern coming to his mind as he kept moving forward and made his own brief statement.

"Two satchels then, one for the central building support to bring it down, the second for the primary fuel dump to send it up. Timed within a second of each other to maximize rubble scatter with minimal explosives. Keep an eye on the shadows, I suspect Orks are not the only thing to watch for..." To hear something other than pure certainty from a Death Korp trooper was likely odd, however, Ansgar had noted one key, unusual thing. Most regiments cared about saving the lives of civilians, and yet, there was not a single one to be seen. He did not believe they had evacuated, and he'd seen a total absence of a civilian population only once before. And if it was what he suspected, they had more to focus on than Orks.

And the Inquisitor would have some serious questions to answer, but that was for later. Right now, the three would arrive at the depot with little issue, Orks focused elsewhere from their prior actions. "Cover the exits, I'll set the charges. No, I do not want either of you helping." He did not expect the Arbites to really know much more than how to handle hand grenades, and he straight up did not trust the Tech Heretic with anything that he owned, let alone his custom work done to his satchel charges. Oddly, things were silent, even the wildlife that would still be around despite the Orks was silent, the only noise audible was the tell tale breathing of a Krieg rebreather, and the rest of the groups own breathing and movements. It did not take long for the Krieger to set his explosives, running det cables to a central point, producing a small vox actuator, effectively an on/off switch tripped by a specific frequency that Death Korp Engineers used for remote demolition, and twisted the two cables together, tying them into the vox actuator.

"Recommend getting a minimum safe distance before voxing ready to detonate." To punctuate his words with actions, Ansgar double timed it out of the rigged depot, waiting until he was the bare minimum expected safe distance before opening the vox channel to Nova, assuming the others either kept up, or didn't care to keep up and not get blown to pieces. "Lt. Nova, explosives set, minimum safe distance from detonation point. Proceeding to prior transmitted coordinates for extraction. " Professional and to the point, Ansgar kept moving at a brisk pace, continuing to stick to the shadows as best as his pace allowed, sweeping the surroundings and scanning for both Orkish and other figures in the dark and open.

Dead

Vemka Vall

Name - Vemka Vall

Species - Mirialan

Sex - Male

Age - 41

Faction - Republic Intelligence, Attached to the Taskforce

Appearance -

Visual Reference

Standing at approximately 5'8" tall, the shorter Mirialan is well equipped for going unnoticed, complimenting his slim frame and relatively light weight. He tends to prefer not wearing his armor unless its blatantly obvious an assault mission or the situation otherwise demands it. He has a light green colored skin, though this is usually obscured by his preference for full body piloting suits and concealing clothing, bearing symmetrical markings on his face that help identify him both as who he is, and as one of the Mirialan people.

Apparel/Armor - Outside of his usual preferences for attire, Vemka maintains a set of lightweight armor, based off the standard issue for Republic Commandos, trimmed for weight reduction and being capable of forming a void seal when worn in its entirety. He tends to also wear his all weather cloak that he also wears when out of armor, giving it a more personalized look that would distance him from Republic appearances, at least for those who don't know better.

Visual Reference

Weapons -
- SSK Heavy Blaster Pistol w/Grappling Hook Launcher (Both parts together referred to as an Ascension Gun, or "Plan B" by Vemka)

- BL-28 Sniper Rifle

- Durasteel Truncheon

- Owns a single bladed Vibrostaff, utilizing a cortosis weave (Not pure enough to short lightsabers, but can block and deflect saber blows)

Equipment -
- Synthrope for use with Grappling Hook Launcher

- Pure Cortosis Bracers (Hidden under his gloves/armored gauntlets)

- Encrypted Commlink

- Dataslate

- Various Explosives, trap setting kit, emergency beacon, and survival tools kept in a backpack with his armor.

Skills - Being an experienced, veteran member of the Republic Intelligence has given Vemka an impressive set of skills. Besides the obvious cunning, awareness, and intelligence required of agents of RIS, Vemka also is a very skilled hand in interrogation and, when needed, torture. Infiltration is also something he is readily handy at, preferring to blend into plain sight instead of not being seen at all. Despite appearances, the Mirialan is extremely dangerous in a fight, being a skilled shot with his blasters of choice, though he focused almost exclusively on training and conditioning himself for hand to hand combat. Of note is his training in Echani Martial Arts, mixing them with other techniques and training in both mandated training and his constant practice during his free time.

Flaws - Vemka, despite being born and raised as a Mirialan and their belief in the Force being instilled, he distrusts Force Users, seeing them as bending something universal to their will and it being a perversion. Being a field agent for as long as he had been, he tends to think and operate on his own, not including others in his plans or thinking without taking extra time to remind himself to do so.

Personality -
Vemka is a man of many faces, wearing masks and personas as easily as a holo vid actor might play a variety of roles. He manipulates naturally, looking into what he can glean from each person and how he can use their actions and beliefs against them as needed. He also keeps secrets, telling only what is necessary and even then, one should take it with a grain of salt and be cautious with anything they can get from the Mirialan, doubly so if it seems relatively easy or simple to get the information. When he isn't playing at a role, he is a rather calm soul, never raising his voice in true anger or letting his emotions get the better of him, preferring to channel them into useful tools for his playing of many roles. While this does alienate him from others, he finds it too useful to simply stop doing so.

Backstory -
Vemka Vall was born on Mirial, home world of his kind, which was a cold, dry place, doubly so outside the urban areas of the planet. His father being part of the local policing force, and his mother passing on birth, gave Vemka quite the focused childhood. He had a twin brother that, unlike him, was found to be force sensitive and taken away for training with the Jedi. With his father working odd hours and being unavailable for the most part meant the young Mirialan raised himself, doing odd jobs to earn credits instead of pestering his father, who rarely had time to relax, making him very much a loner. He also realized that by paying attention to how others acted, and what they did, he could use that to his advantage when dealing with them. The manipulations were frowned upon by his father, who preferred honest work over controlling others to get things done when possible, citing the Mirialan beliefs of every action affecting the whole, and that doing such things hurt him in the long term in return for short term gains.

Owing to the routine disagreements between father and son, Vemka enlisted with the Republic Army as soon as he was of age, against the older man's wishes, however during his training his aptitudes for manipulation and awareness got him ear marked by Republic Intelligence. Being reassigned to an alternate training program, he passed the courses with full marks, deliberately avoiding garnering too much attention which, once noticed, was noted though not punished. Unlike Commando forces and regular Army units, as an Intelligence field agent he would be deployed into areas that were not yet wartorn, or recently saw a cesession of combat, investigating rumors and trouble. Of course, he would also find himself working closely with regular Army units, Commandos, and of course the odd Jedi, with whom he had extremely icy relations with. He found that their usage of the force, manipulating it for the benefit of others, still was a distasteful use of something that guided all things in life. Of course, if maintaining chilly relations with Jedi allies was one thing, his view of the Sith should be patently clear, and one of the few times he lets his emotions show at all, a piercing hate for the ones that would bend the Force solely for their own gain.

Despite icy relations with force users at best, Vemka got his missions done, sometimes despite the Jedi disagreeing with the precise terms of the mission at times. Branching off his basic training, he focused himself on conditioning and training both mind and body, finding trainers for the Echani arts as well as mixing in other schools of combat where applicable. It was his Echani martial arts training that prompted him to acquire a Vibrostaff, not particularly difficult though he got a few odd looks when he started incorperating it into his Echani training rituals, but more notably high quality cortosis bracers, pure enough to short out a lightsaber that struck it. That cost him a fair amount of his savings, and definitely turned some heads when reported, but his handlers in Intelligence thought it wise should he come into close contact with a Sith or fallen Jedi to be able to defend himself.

Between missions and deployments and his constant self improvement and training, Vemka gave little thought to his personal life, any downtime being good time to be preparing for the next task, the next mission. While his peers did try to invite him out, he would decline, or more often, utilize what he knew about them to influence them to avoid ever asking in the first place. Most of his peers had differing pictures of who he was in his private life, and it suited Vemka just fine. Wearing masks became second nature, though not literally, bleeding over from his professional life, though he always was cautious to not lose who he was under too many masks. Being a skilled field agent with a fine track record got him hand picked when word came of a mission to deal with a Cult, as his handler referred to it, and though he would have to work with the Jedi, there would also be commandos and other specialists assigned. Vemka could remain a professional around Jedi, as he cited other missions, and having someone of his skills would no doubt be welcome. So he accepted the assignment and packed his necessary things, seeing this as the next mission in his life. Sure, it may run a tad longer than some, but not all missions could be in and out affairs.

Dead

Well, here it is, finally.

CS

Name - Vemka Vall

Species - Mirialan

Sex - Male

Age - 41

Faction - Republic Intelligence, Attached to the Taskforce

Appearance -

Visual Reference

Standing at approximately 5'8" tall, the shorter Mirialan is well equipped for going unnoticed, complimenting his slim frame and relatively light weight. He tends to prefer not wearing his armor unless its blatantly obvious an assault mission or the situation otherwise demands it. He has a light green colored skin, though this is usually obscured by his preference for full body piloting suits and concealing clothing, bearing symmetrical markings on his face that help identify him both as who he is, and as one of the Mirialan people.

Apparel/Armor - Outside of his usual preferences for attire, Vemka maintains a set of lightweight armor, based off the standard issue for Republic Commandos, trimmed for weight reduction and being capable of forming a void seal when worn in its entirety. He tends to also wear his all weather cloak that he also wears when out of armor, giving it a more personalized look that would distance him from Republic appearances, at least for those who don't know better.

Visual Reference

Weapons -
- SSK Heavy Blaster Pistol w/Grappling Hook Launcher (Both parts together referred to as an Ascension Gun, or "Plan B" by Vemka)

- BL-28 Sniper Rifle

- Durasteel Truncheon

- Owns a single bladed Vibrostaff, utilizing a cortosis weave (Not pure enough to short lightsabers, but can block and deflect saber blows)

Equipment -
- Synthrope for use with Grappling Hook Launcher

- Pure Cortosis Bracers (Hidden under his gloves/armored gauntlets)

- Encrypted Commlink

- Dataslate

- Various Explosives, trap setting kit, emergency beacon, and survival tools kept in a backpack with his armor.

Skills - Being an experienced, veteran member of the Republic Intelligence has given Vemka an impressive set of skills. Besides the obvious cunning, awareness, and intelligence required of agents of RIS, Vemka also is a very skilled hand in interrogation and, when needed, torture. Infiltration is also something he is readily handy at, preferring to blend into plain sight instead of not being seen at all. Despite appearances, the Mirialan is extremely dangerous in a fight, being a skilled shot with his blasters of choice, though he focused almost exclusively on training and conditioning himself for hand to hand combat. Of note is his training in Echani Martial Arts, mixing them with other techniques and training in both mandated training and his constant practice during his free time.

Flaws - Vemka, despite being born and raised as a Mirialan and their belief in the Force being instilled, he distrusts Force Users, seeing them as bending something universal to their will and it being a perversion. Being a field agent for as long as he had been, he tends to think and operate on his own, not including others in his plans or thinking without taking extra time to remind himself to do so.

Personality -
Vemka is a man of many faces, wearing masks and personas as easily as a holo vid actor might play a variety of roles. He manipulates naturally, looking into what he can glean from each person and how he can use their actions and beliefs against them as needed. He also keeps secrets, telling only what is necessary and even then, one should take it with a grain of salt and be cautious with anything they can get from the Mirialan, doubly so if it seems relatively easy or simple to get the information. When he isn't playing at a role, he is a rather calm soul, never raising his voice in true anger or letting his emotions get the better of him, preferring to channel them into useful tools for his playing of many roles. While this does alienate him from others, he finds it too useful to simply stop doing so.

Backstory -
Vemka Vall was born on Mirial, home world of his kind, which was a cold, dry place, doubly so outside the urban areas of the planet. His father being part of the local policing force, and his mother passing on birth, gave Vemka quite the focused childhood. He had a twin brother that, unlike him, was found to be force sensitive and taken away for training with the Jedi. With his father working odd hours and being unavailable for the most part meant the young Mirialan raised himself, doing odd jobs to earn credits instead of pestering his father, who rarely had time to relax, making him very much a loner. He also realized that by paying attention to how others acted, and what they did, he could use that to his advantage when dealing with them. The manipulations were frowned upon by his father, who preferred honest work over controlling others to get things done when possible, citing the Mirialan beliefs of every action affecting the whole, and that doing such things hurt him in the long term in return for short term gains.

Owing to the routine disagreements between father and son, Vemka enlisted with the Republic Army as soon as he was of age, against the older man's wishes, however during his training his aptitudes for manipulation and awareness got him ear marked by Republic Intelligence. Being reassigned to an alternate training program, he passed the courses with full marks, deliberately avoiding garnering too much attention which, once noticed, was noted though not punished. Unlike Commando forces and regular Army units, as an Intelligence field agent he would be deployed into areas that were not yet wartorn, or recently saw a cesession of combat, investigating rumors and trouble. Of course, he would also find himself working closely with regular Army units, Commandos, and of course the odd Jedi, with whom he had extremely icy relations with. He found that their usage of the force, manipulating it for the benefit of others, still was a distasteful use of something that guided all things in life. Of course, if maintaining chilly relations with Jedi allies was one thing, his view of the Sith should be patently clear, and one of the few times he lets his emotions show at all, a piercing hate for the ones that would bend the Force solely for their own gain.

Despite icy relations with force users at best, Vemka got his missions done, sometimes despite the Jedi disagreeing with the precise terms of the mission at times. Branching off his basic training, he focused himself on conditioning and training both mind and body, finding trainers for the Echani arts as well as mixing in other schools of combat where applicable. It was his Echani martial arts training that prompted him to acquire a Vibrostaff, not particularly difficult though he got a few odd looks when he started incorperating it into his Echani training rituals, but more notably high quality cortosis bracers, pure enough to short out a lightsaber that struck it. That cost him a fair amount of his savings, and definitely turned some heads when reported, but his handlers in Intelligence thought it wise should he come into close contact with a Sith or fallen Jedi to be able to defend himself.

Between missions and deployments and his constant self improvement and training, Vemka gave little thought to his personal life, any downtime being good time to be preparing for the next task, the next mission. While his peers did try to invite him out, he would decline, or more often, utilize what he knew about them to influence them to avoid ever asking in the first place. Most of his peers had differing pictures of who he was in his private life, and it suited Vemka just fine. Wearing masks became second nature, though not literally, bleeding over from his professional life, though he always was cautious to not lose who he was under too many masks. Being a skilled field agent with a fine track record got him hand picked when word came of a mission to deal with a Cult, as his handler referred to it, and though he would have to work with the Jedi, there would also be commandos and other specialists assigned. Vemka could remain a professional around Jedi, as he cited other missions, and having someone of his skills would no doubt be welcome. So he accepted the assignment and packed his necessary things, seeing this as the next mission in his life. Sure, it may run a tad longer than some, but not all missions could be in and out affairs.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

@Rithy

Restraint, from a Krieger? He'll be too busy trying to murder every heretic he can reach, self preservation be damned.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

I should post next, tbh, I'll try and get around to it.

Star Wars: The Rise of Okussus

I'll probably put together a republic soldier of some sort, though I can always fill elsewhere as needed.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

I find it more entertaining we are keeping the normies of the party out of the loop of potential heresy about. Sending a Tech Heretic and short Krieger with more explosives than safe is standard operating procedure, really!