The Imperial Legion of Project Invicta will encompass all branches for the imperial military (troopers, navel, Intel) so it will give freedom for people to play characters they would like. That said, as it’s a military themed division, there will be some slight limitations.
Part of the reason for the development of the imperial division is to provide a great feel for the Empire and more structured theme within the guild. With that in mind, I will be trying to find a balance between structure, character flexibility, and fun.
The sky had visibly darkened as the imperial armada moved in and began their orbital assault on the planet. A green hue casts over the land and the horrifying sound of the dreadnaughts cannons filled the air. The cannons stopped and squadrons of bombers shrieked through the sky dropping more pin-pointed attacks on anti-infantry emplacements making way for the wave of troops waiting to storm the gates and take the factories.
Ana started when Ba’raka stepped into the room, hiding something behind her back. The room was an absolute mess, strewn with clothes EVERYWHERE. Every closet in the ship had been torn apart it seemed and he noted from the corner of his eyes that one wall seemed oddly bare. He was pretty sure something had been hanging there when he left earlier that morning. He approached, folding his arms over his chest.
“What are we doing today sweetness, playing dress up?”
A debris field grows, slowly and inexorably, around the war-torn planet of Balmorra. Discarded shipping containers, failed escape pods, and jettisoned engine cores litter the black, twisting slowly in the silence. Now and then, the planet's gravity well pulls something just a little too close, and it leaves a brilliant streak through the sky as it dies.
Raana paced back and forth across the hangar floor until Tiakos finally reached out a hand to stop her. Before she could jerk her arm away he tugged her in close, his open palm sliding across her round, firm belly.
After a quick swat to silence the alarm Jar’rogen leaned back into his chair and took a deep breath as he began to take a short break from the stacks of datapads on his desk, each containing some kind of report that either due to worth, or some ones connections, had ended up in front of him for review. Not long ago he discovered how much it helped if ever so often he took fifteen minutes or so, ever so often, to stop thinking about anything related to the work before him.
Tara wiped her brow with the back of her hand. It seemed the spices she added to the strips of nerf steak were a little more pungent than she had expected. She took a handful of green, leafy herbs to bring the temperature down. Tasting a slice, she nods to herself and slides the meat onto the serving platter to rest. She'd spent a good amount of time on the gravy sauce it was cooked in, but didn't see it as an inconvenience because she had a date with the man she loved.
He picked up a piece of bread from the tray he was carrying and offered it to her gently. She pulled her knees up to her chin, pressing her back to the headboard of the bed. She turned her head, her eyes blank as she again refused the food. He sighed, placing the bread back on the tray and scooting closer. His arm slipped around her waist and he pressed his face to her shoulder, shaking his head.
"Please," he whispered, "I don't know what else to do."
The universe winked out of existence. It was hard to describe. It was almost like floating in space, only there were no stars, no point of origin by which to navigate. Someone floating through space would still feel their body, still know who they were, have memories of the things they had done and the life they had lead.
She paced the living room of her ship, swinging her arms in agitation. She was restless, unfocused... why? Her thoughts returned to earlier and her teeth gnashed, grinding together. Inside her head came a soft, lilting chuckle.
Ana slapped his hand away, frowning. “We agreed we weren’t going to look until the time was up,” she murmured, irritation in her voice. Ba’raka looked at her apologetically and went back to pacing the floor behind her.
“I know, I know,” he muttered, putting his hands behind his back. He peered over her shoulder at the clock on the counter. “How much longer?”
*Notifications Sent to the Sith within the Project*
It has come to the attention of the project that Balamorra is housing cache of both Jedi and sith artifacts. You assistance is requested in recovering these items for the empire. There will be a meeting on Monday 8 GST to discuss the plan of action then the following day execute it. This will be a sith only operation.
Ba’raka threw up his hands as Anabela trudge into the hangar on fleet to meet him. “… Where’s the tacos?”
She stopped dead, giving him her “are you serious?” look.
All told, she had no reason to complain. She had escaped the battle with minimal damage. Her armor was ruined and would need to be refitted, but her body had made it through with only minor scrapes and bruises. Others had not been so lucky. Her thoughts returned to the teams that had suffered serious injuries. She frowned at her Riduur, her face tired as she walked toward him.
I have been informed by Elzbeth Greenleigh who last night attended the Covenant Military Ball at Alcaire Keep, Stormhaven, that 3 individuals are sought for the assassination of Ser Harold Bellamont who had just announced the royal disbanding of the Cyrodilic Cohort.
Sir Maxwell Hensworth (bodyguard to Ser Harold) is willing to pay for information leading to the apprehension of those who killed his charge.
They may be at liberty in Wayrest, where they arranged to meet to gain payment (from an employer?).
Reports of Exchange and Cartel forces being decimated single handedly by a single, unknown, droid were confirmed and enough evidence was gathered to locate where the droid had been manufactured.
A four man squad of Wraith special operations commandos infiltrated the Nar Shadaa droid research and development facility and successfully downloaded their data files and destroyed their main computer terminal to slow down future production and to cover their actions.
This is a consolidation and updating of information regarding all operations to recover Agent Jaracole and this section will be updated as new information is provided and current information becomes out of date. When ever there is an update, check here as well.
Agent Jaracole when missing while trackind down information for Lady Ierina regarding a number of military engagements that appeared to have been adversly effected by outside influance.