deep substrate foliated kalkite QF77: (S)Andor(son) Elimination

[Myst He/Him]

1 hour ago, DrakeMarshall said:

Nobody is dead yet! Fix that immediately!

We can’t go around killing people, that’s what the rebels do, the empire’s better than that. 

Hey everyone, I’m a loyal member of the ISB, like most everyone else. Callsign: Lotus 

Edited October 25, 2025 by IHadAThought

[DrakeMarshall he/him]

sorry about the delay, I always underestimate the work it takes to get these things off the ground

should be more smooth sailing from here on out though, this is relatively speaking a simple game and a good half of the preparation was just me second-guessing what a good distribution of roles and players would be on each team

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

Storms I forgot about my character

I like the name Kreen

I'll go with that even though I've already used it elsewhere.

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Kreen's eyes flew open. He appeared to be in an unfamiliar location.

He checked his bronzeminds. Only three hours in them. Kreen contemplated with using some bendalloy, but decided against it. He fell asleep again.

Edited October 25, 2025 by KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren
RP

[Argenti he/him]

Oh so this is how this works

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Jallo wakes up in his bunk; he's a loyal soldier of the Empire, and he's ready to serve the emperor's will. 

And kill the rebel scum.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

New day, new game

WAIT

@Kasimir YOURE BACK

lets fix this immediately

Kasimir

[Kasimir he/him]

Korun had been working on refining some long-term leads pertaining to a particularly-persistent Rebel cell that had been raiding Imperial shipping lines in the Raioballo sector. It wasn't an especially glorious assignment, all things considered, but it was what he'd been tasked to do, having been embedded on the Vainglorious a couple of posting cycles ago. The Raioballo sector wasn't an especially prominent one, but shipments of key minerals—not by any means kalkite—went through the Iphikan Way, which routed through the Raioballo sector to avoid spillover from a particularly unstable binary system in the vicinity. That meant the Raioballo raids had a purpose, and Admiral Gallus had been assigned the task of quashing the raids.

Technically this should've been Imperial Navy Intelligence's work, but Korun figured it was the usual politicking osik involved: Gallus just wanted to get the task done, before Admiral Foltarn asked about his progress, and Major Natan would kiss the muzzle of his blaster before he let Fleet Intel get one over them, even on something like the Raioballo job.

Meanwhile, the ISB had their doubts about Natan's tendencies, and thought they'd rather like to have their own pair of eyes watching him.

Which was part of how Korun had found himself part of a small Imperial Intelligence trio embedded on a small, dusty backwater in the sector, with the distinct suspicion that Dejisicz at least had been put there to watch him, he was ostensibly there to figure out what Natan was up to, and Ossen was probably watching at least two other people Korun hadn't yet worked out.

This was the various Imperial Intelligence services in their full, intricate, paranoid, and utterly demented glory. All hail the Empire, Korun thought, ironically.

His current problem at hand wasn't a particularly daunting one. It was just tedious. The manifest records were pointing to something fishy with Halstead Shipping Services and the field reports Korun was pulling up suggested that the company might be a thin front for some Rebel collaborators. Of course, finding and surfacing the lead was one thing. He'd have to refine them, see if he could get the field agents some targets for extraction, work out how they were linked to the raids, or if he could exclude them from involvement.

His comlink pinged, and Korun ignored it. Last thing he was gonna do was draw attention to it. He gave it about twenty minutes before he yawned and got up. "Gonna get a caf," he announced, to the rest of the analysis cell. "Anyone want something?"

The other two pretended they weren't interested, even though they were probably working out in their heads the odds they could tail or try to intercept him, and if it was worth the risk. They'd probably registered the ping, after all. But asking them made it less likely they'd try, though Korun wouldn't put it past Ossen anyway. He seemed the kind to screw around and find out.

The moment he made his way out to the pantry, turning past the hallway cameras, Korun accessed his comlink, and tapped to bring the message up. The message was simple: a short delivery notification, running on the tight-beam secure channel, the one Korun was pretty sure most people working this ops centre didn't know about. It was a message he'd expected, and also hadn't really counted on seeing while stuck in the middle of a shabla clusterkriff like this one. He memorised the message, and then cleared it off his comlink.

It was a standard delivery notification, the sort you saw in those cheap phishing campaigns that seemed ubiquitous on the HoloNet these days. The real message was in the words used. 

Salvation Run.

Korun's blood ran cold. It was the one message you never wanted to receive, really, in a list of messages you could possibly get. There were codes for everything, all sorts of contingencies. Only way you lived, in the cloak-and-dagger world of the Imperial Intelligence services, where you slept with a blaster next to your sleepmat and a shiv under your pillow.

Salvation Run was a particularly obscure song by an old Mandacore band in the Outer Rim territories, set sometime when the Mandalorian Wars had set the galaxy ablaze. If it was a Salvation Run, things were really bad. Neck-deep in bantha crap kind of bad. Like the song went, you didn't want to miss a thing.

There were only so many things that could mean a Salvation Run and the rest of the message had clarified it. They'd suspected a deep Rebel compromise of a group of ISB cells operating somewhat independently of each other. This made Korun's headache about ten times worse, because of course the ISB would hate it, and Korun figured he'd hear from his ISB handler eventually, if he wasn't already being watched for signs of compromise.

Korun filed it away on his long list of problems, chief of which included not actually being ISB and being part of what sometimes seemed like a thoroughly shabla operation to keep Imperial Intelligence eyes on the ISB, while ISB thought he was keeping an eye on Major Natan for them. It was all going to go to hell someday, but figuring out which dikut had ordered this was strictly above Korun's paygrade, which of course meant he had a mental list, annotated and ordered from most to least likely, but he'd also worked out his extraction plans, so all would be well.

At least until the osik hit the fan.

He turned over the problem in his head at the caf dispenser, watching as the machine whirred and a trickle of black salvation dripped from the nozzle. He whacked it with the flat of his palm. Once, twice. It complained at him, but then finally, a stream of caf poured into his mug. Dark as night and bitter as any veteran Intelligence officer, which was to say, it was nigh undrinkable, but at least it woke everyone the kriff up.

Probably wasn't ready to come to any conclusions yet, but he'd keep an eye on Unknown, if he could. Maybe spend a little time trawling through some service records, see if he could find any discrepancies.

[Doc12]

Lieutenant Cal Kyte stands out of place. Dressed in a white ISB uniform, yes, but there are traces of soot and ash, dried fluids on his boots. His face, at least, is clean, and there seems efforts to shave. He openly carries a rather large blaster, which led to an argument outside the meeting room before he grudgingly surrendered it to the guards.

Greetings everyone. I am Lieutenant Kyte, assigned to a sector in the Outer Rim. Apologies for missing the introductions and my state of dress, negotiations with the Hutts over hyperspace lanes and tolls... dragged slightly. 

Now. I missed our good director's initial pitch, but I understand we're cracking down further on so called 'rebel activity'. Nebulous, abstract... I would like to know if anyone has anything more concrete. What sectors? What planets? The Outer Rim is of course a breeding ground of plague, crime, and dissent, but I am led to believe that the focus is on one of your good little 'Core Worlds', where we can't just send platoons of stormtroopers without 'good cause' without alarming the Senate. 

9 hours ago, IHadAThought said:

We can’t go around killing people, that’s what the rebels do, the empire’s better than that. 

Hey everyone, I’m a loyal member of the ISB, like most everyone else. Callsign: Lotus 

Oh... Lotus, is it? Of course, of course, the Empire is better than that. You'd probably prefer to call it a... pruning, perhaps. Cutting out the rot. Surgery. Amputation, to use our good director's words. I can't say my methods - namely five dropships full of stormtroopers and K2 droids - are suited to such nice, clean, perfect little worlds. 

He sits, placing his boots on the table. 

Well. Let's see how this goes! You people tell me your neat little methods, where none of you get your nice clean uniforms dirty, and hope that the good director doesn't think my Outer Rim methods are...necessary!

 

Edit:

Actual analysis - so this game seems pretty simple, simply kill the rebel spymaster before they get the chance to recruit anyone and we win cycle 1!

Edited October 25, 2025 by Doc12

[Kasimir he/him]

11 minutes ago, Doc12 said:

Actual analysis - so this game seems pretty simple, simply kill the rebel spymaster before they get the chance to recruit anyone and we win cycle 1!

i like this guy

[STINK he/him]

Seems kinda funky that you can officially vote for no vote that's about the only thing I got reading through the rules that made go huh a bit tbh

What if a pacifist contingent rises up and we become a peaceful people like

[TwinStorm He/Him]

2 minutes ago, STINK said:

Seems kinda funky that you can officially vote for no vote that's about the only thing I got reading through the rules that made go huh a bit tbh

What if a pacifist contingent rises up and we become a peaceful people like

we can keep this game going till the GM goes insane huh

[Kasimir he/him]

3 minutes ago, STINK said:

Seems kinda funky that you can officially vote for no vote that's about the only thing I got reading through the rules that made go huh a bit tbh

What if a pacifist contingent rises up and we become a peaceful people like

I feel like at some point Drake disappears and starts to GM via ChatGPT as our cyborg overlord.

We will then call him General...Devious 

[Doc12]

3 minutes ago, STINK said:

Seems kinda funky that you can officially vote for no vote that's about the only thing I got reading through the rules that made go huh a bit tbh

What if a pacifist contingent rises up and we become a peaceful people like

Whats this kriffing pacifist doing in the ISB

Just now, TwinStorm said:

we can keep this game going till the GM goes insane huh

You know what I changed my mind I'm all for upsetting Partagaz (Drake) 

[Through the Living Hopper He/Him]

42 minutes ago, Doc12 said:

Lieutenant Cal Kyte stands out of place. Dressed in a white ISB uniform, yes, but there are traces of soot and ash, dried fluids on his boots. His face, at least, is clean, and there seems efforts to shave. He openly carries a rather large blaster, which led to an argument outside the meeting room before he grudgingly surrendered it to the guards.

Greetings everyone. I am Lieutenant Kyte, assigned to a sector in the Outer Rim. Apologies for missing the introductions and my state of dress, negotiations with the Hutts over hyperspace lanes and tolls... dragged slightly. 

Now. I missed our good director's initial pitch, but I understand we're cracking down further on so called 'rebel activity'. Nebulous, abstract... I would like to know if anyone has anything more concrete. What sectors? What planets? The Outer Rim is of course a breeding ground of plague, crime, and dissent, but I am led to believe that the focus is on one of your good little 'Core Worlds', where we can't just send platoons of stormtroopers without 'good cause' without alarming the Senate. 

Oh... Lotus, is it? Of course, of course, the Empire is better than that. You'd probably prefer to call it a... pruning, perhaps. Cutting out the rot. Surgery. Amputation, to use our good director's words. I can't say my methods - namely five dropships full of stormtroopers and K2 droids - are suited to such nice, clean, perfect little worlds. 

He sits, placing his boots on the table. 

Well. Let's see how this goes! You people tell me your neat little methods, where none of you get your nice clean uniforms dirty, and hope that the good director doesn't think my Outer Rim methods are...necessary!

 

Edit:

Actual analysis - so this game seems pretty simple, simply kill the rebel spymaster before they get the chance to recruit anyone and we win cycle 1!

Doc, how many PMs are you going to send this game?

[-ACE- he/him]

Jasher Shea wakes up, then, 10 mins later, goes back to sleep, very tired.

He wakes up again and gets out of bed, getting outfitted before exiting his room. on his way out however, he hits his head on the door frame, (cuz obviously he is really tall.) and gets knocked out. Going back to sleep again.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

2 minutes ago, ThatOneWorldhopper said:

Doc, how many PMs are you going to send this game?

too many  

seriously tho, PMs are the route both sides have to take in this game

elims will be searching for one another through PMs, and village doing the same

so there will be a lot of PMs this game

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

Coming Later snored

He was too busy for this

Call him after someone died and he’d read the rules

[Kasimir he/him]

20 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

seriously tho, PMs are the route both sides have to take in this game

PMs are for the unenlightened.

The true sage simply has it out in the thread 

btw

Divergent seems ok.

IDK about Lotus.

Argenti can be ok for now.

technically good look for Twin but we'll see this is very early stages.

[Myst He/Him]

1 hour ago, Doc12 said:

Whats this kriffing pacifist doing in the ISB

You know what I changed my mind I'm all for upsetting Partagaz (Drake) 

 

1 hour ago, TwinStorm said:

we can keep this game going till the GM goes insane huh

I’m pretty sure we couldn’t, as those darn rebels have to submit a person to kill each day, even if we don’t vote someone out, they will still kill us all off

[TwinStorm He/Him]

6 minutes ago, IHadAThought said:

 

I’m pretty sure we couldn’t, as those darn rebels have to submit a person to kill each day, even if we don’t vote someone out, they will still kill us all off

not unless they join us as the pacificists  

Workers of the Empire, unite! People of SE, rebels and loyalists, let us take arms against our dreaded GM!

19 minutes ago, Hoid Slayer said:

Coming Later snored

He was too busy for this

Call him after someone died and he’d read the rules

thats been me most games recently

[The Unknown Medallion he/him]

2 minutes ago, IHadAThought said:

 

I’m pretty sure we couldn’t, as those darn rebels have to submit a person to kill each day, even if we don’t vote someone out, they will still kill us all off

I'm sure they'll cooperate, elims tend to be helpful like that

~

In fact, in the interest of being helpful, I am actually the Rebel Spymaster, so all the elims should PM me and that's what should happen

Total confidentiality, I totally won't reveal your identities to the world and have you executed

Oh yeah I didn't pick a name for my character, oh well

~

Simultaneously, every tavern on the planet deveolops a fifth shadowed corner that wasn't there a moment ago. A mysterious stranger wearing a hood sits at a table in the shadows. 

[Myst He/Him]

If they cooperated, they wouldn’t be rebels

[-ACE- he/him]

7 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

not unless they join us as the pacificists  

Workers of the Empire, unite! People of SE, rebels and loyalists, let us take arms against our dreaded GM!

The only remaining question is, how fun would that really be? I mean, don't get me wrong, its very fun to annoy and bother people, but I don't really feel like being peaceable. I feel like ending the lives of some rebel spies.

Spoiler

notice the rhyme there? Huh? huh?

ok, yeah. it was very dumb

 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Johnny Kuplack frowned. A discrepancy. He didn't like sifting data, but a discrepancy meant something. It meant he had a job.

He'd come from a poor family. His father had served in the Clone Wars, but after he had been decommissioned he'd been forced to scrape by as a farmer. All the money his parents had had went to his education, and yet it still wasn't enough for the Imperial Navy. No, instead of fulfilling his dreams of becoming a pilot, he'd gone into the infantry corps, fighting rebels in the Outer Rim.

That hadn't been too bad. He enjoyed serving the Empire, and had seen some success. For nearly six years he had been a stormtrooper, and had earned himself the rank of Lieutenant. Then one day, a new commander had come in and decided he didn't like Johnny's method of command and fired him. He'd requested a transfer, but the new colonel decided to court-marshal him on absurd charges and expel him from the army. That was the end of Lieutenant Kiplack.

Bureaucracy had involved itself, however, and now Johnny was in the ISB, sifting through data weeks on end. It felt meaningless, not like what he'd done on the ground. Searching the shipping records of Lothal meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. And yet here he was.

Johnny straightened, hard to do in his cramped space. The discrepancy was . . . strange. A freight had been delayed for two days. Not a big deal, but it was near Alderaan, an area of high Rebel activity, and a strange transmission had come from the transport around that same time. ISB had intercepted it, of course, and it had gone into the backlog, but now that Johnny was finally seeing this . . .

He played the hologram. It was a voice, diluted by a mask of sorts, speaking. "Fulcrum? Fulcrum?" the transmission warbled, then faded.

Johnny froze, playing it again. Fulcrum . . . his father had told him about that code word, a sign in the Clone Wars which undercover agents would use to communicate. Rebels. Johnny felt a strange chill, excitement. Maybe . . . maybe he could finally serve a purpose again.

He turned, and opened his line to Intelligence. 

"Hello? Intelligence? This is Johnny Kuplack speaking . . . I'm with Data . . . yes, I have something to report."

 

[Through the Living Hopper He/Him]

 ...how am I going to RP?

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Dying Right Now absently swirls his fingers with his drink. Speaks, he then: "This is not what I signed up for."

The silence screams his words into the bright darkness.

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How would you guys feel if I just wrote everything like this?

[Experience he/him]

Garthyl Karn didn't like his name all that much. One was much too simple while the other forced one to choke on their tounge to pronounce it correctly. And in an unfair world, he had been forced to go by Garthyl for the majority of his life because another human said so. Forkan would be forever indebted to the organized ways of the Empire for allowing one to be called by another name without being scoffed at. He wasn't sure he loved being in debt to anyone, but better to owe something to the most powerful organization in the universe who has the decensy to call you as you wish.

Forkan realised he had let his thoughts drift once more and missed most of the conversation that was taking place in the meeting room, and knew even though he had enough rank to do so, he would never ask for someone to repeat themselves. It seemed there were some people trying to stand up against the Empire. Probably didn't like how they let people change their names. So odd that people like that existed.