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Planet Zorya

In an office building in the middle of the capital, the publicly known CEO of the Blue Suns, Solem Dal'serah, sat in a boardroom, surrounded by other members of the Blue Suns command including Darner Vosque, who had taken control of the company during the Reaper war after the death of Commander Vido Santiago.

Despite his unimpressive combat record, Vosque had been slippery enough to maintain control of the Blue Suns throughout the Reaper War and afterwards, during the time of the IDA and the Great Flood War.

This meeting had been called to discuss their profits for the next fiscal year, but midway through the meeting, they were interrupted by an alert from Zorya orbital watch. The sentries reported that several ships, including three Kom'rk-class fighter/transports, had entered orbit and were requesting permission to land outside Blue Suns' corporate HQ, in order to discuss an alliance.

Vosque, greedy and conniving as always, hailed the incoming ships to grant them clearance to land outside the building. As soon as the transmission ended, he began another one, ordering extra Blue Suns guards to the spaceport with orders to kill the occupants of the craft and obtain their ships and weapons.

Smiling, Vosque returned to the meeting at hand, nevertheless eagerly awaiting the news that Blue Suns had gained access to Mandalorian ships, weapons and armor.


As the first Kom'rk fighter touched down, the guards stationed outside quickly noticed a few oddities with the incoming flights.

For starters, the lead ship that had just touched down was painted with gray with dull red highlights, in contrast to the other fighters, which were colored gray with blue highlights.

For another thing, the two other fighters weren't landing; instead they were hovering over the spaceport, with the rest of the spacecraft touching down elsewhere throughout the city.

Confused, the guards shrugged and went to greet the arriving crew with a combination of kind words and bullets to the head. The Blue Suns had their orders and they would follow them. Despite their cutthroat nature, discipline had made this merc band superior to their rivals in the Blood Pack and Eclipse, and these visitors would soon realize that.

Unfortunately for the guards on the ground, they already knew about the 'superiority' of the Blue Suns, which was the reason the Shadow Collective had targeted them first.

As several squads of Blue Suns troopers reached the fighter, the boarding ramp opened and two nightmares exited from the airlock. As the troopers gaped in fear, Darth Maul and Savage Opress strode onto the landing platform, igniting their lightsabers as their boots made contact with the concrete pad.

Upon seeing the activated weapons in their midst, the Blue Suns started firing upon the Sith Lords, who simply twirled their lightsabers around with quick and practised precision, vaporizing the shots mid-flight.

The Suns kept firing, knowing that the brothers couldn't evade or block the shots forever.

But they didn't need to.

Concurrently to the events on the ground, the bellies of the other two Kom'rk transports opened up, disgorging four squads of Death Watch soldiers. Flying down with their jetpacks, several fired their back-mounted missiles at the crowded Blue Suns platoon, killing or maiming half of them in one salvo.

This turn of events forced the Suns to redirect their attention toward the airborne threat, which gave an opening to Maul and Savage. Allowing the dark side to flow through them, the brothers pounced, using Force-propelled leaps and bounds to put themselves in the midst of the Suns.

In close quarters combat against two feral yet skilled lightsaber wielders, the mercenaries never stood a chance. The prepared ambush had turned into a disorganized rout within 5 minutes.

Several Death Watch soldiers flew down and landed around their masters. A captain, with his helmet covered in spikes that mimicked the crown of horns coming from Maul and Savage, stepped forward requesting orders.

"Secure the city. Kill anyone who resists." Maul ordered, before gesturing to several of his soldiers.

"The six of you, come with us." He said. Complying, the Death Watch warriors followed their masters as they made their way towards the corporate HQ.

Inside the facility, the invading party encountered heavy resistance from the security forces in the building. It seemed that a squad of Blue Suns soldiers was around every corner, so much so that the Mandalorians started unleashing their flamethrowers at every junction.

Halfway through the facility, it seemed that the Blue Suns had run out of guards, as security mechs had been deployed in their stead. Maul and Savage cut through any LOKI and FENRIS mechs with ease, and when they came across a YMIR mech, Death Watch would just unleash their built-in arsenals against them, reducing them into a pile of scrap metal.

Within 15 minutes, the strike team had arrived at the top floor, and they quickly made their way to the boardroom...


Vosque and Dal'serah stared in horror at the scene unfolding beyond the window.

Death Watch and Black Sun soldiers had ambushed multiple military bases, catching most of the capital's defenses and soldiers with their guard down. Meanwhile, the Zann Consortium had deployed armored forces with infantry support throughout the city, with Canderous assault tanks and Mobile Pulse Cannons making short work of what little armor support was still available to the Blue Suns.

The Shadow Collective had landed an invasion force throughout the capital and reports from orbit were equally grim, as a Collective war fleet had arrived and smashed the Suns' home fleet to bits.

Orbital reinforcements would take time to arrive, which left groundside positions vulnerable to orbital bombardment of the Shadow Collective's Aggressor-class destroyers. Invasion forces were already landing at other cities across the planet, costing the Blue Suns personnel, resources, supplies, income and material.

This was a disaster.

As Vosque watched a Mantis gunship get blown out of the air by a Death Watch missile, an incoming chime alerted the boardroom to intruders outside. Two seconds later, the door exploded inward, blowing dust and smoke all over the Blue Suns leadership. This was followed by blaster bolts, aimed precisely to kill the bodyguards present, while leaving the board members alive.

Mandalorian warriors filed into the room, weapons aimed at the cowering commanders. As the dust and smoke settled, Maul and Savage entered the room, crimson lightsabers deactivating as they did. Scanning the room, Maul's eyes fell on Vosque, who started to regain his composure as the two Sith Lords calmly stalked towards them.

"What is the meaning of this?" Vosque demanded angrily, seemingly oblivious to the weapons pointed at him.

"I have a message from Aria T'Loak," Maul replied, "She gave you her support during the Reaper War, and now it's time to return the favor."

Vosque bristled at the mention of Aria. 'Of course that blue whore was behind this attack,' "You ransack our headquarters, kill our soldiers, burn our facilities to the ground, and now you just expect us to join with you and her?!"

The Sith Lord simply nodded.

"You tell that bitch that she'll get no support from the Blue Suns, and that this means war! For her and you!" Four of the Blue Suns leadership nodded in agreement with Vosque's words before they remembered the guns currently pointed at their heads.

Maul's head tilted slightly as he regarded the Blue Suns CEO.

"Is that your final word?" Vosque crossed his arms defiantly in response. Maul shrugged.

"As you wish." Turning to the Zabrak behind him, Maul gestured toward Vosque, "Savage?"

"With pleasure," the hulking brute replied with a menacing smile.

Gripping Vosque's neck with Force, Savage lifted up the gasping man, letting him hang suspended in front of the terrified board members for a moment, before hurling Vosque's body through the window.

Turning away from Vosque's screams of terror as he fell a hundred stories, Maul looked back towards the table.

"Anyone else?"

No one replied. They were too scared to after what they had just witnessed. That window was rated to withstand a missile strike, yet that Zabrak had sent Vosque through it like it was made of tissue paper.

Maul then walked up to Del'serah, ignoring the pungent odor wafting from the batarian's pants.

"You're next in line to lead?"

Del'serah nodded.

Maul smiled. "Good. Order the Blue Suns to stand down, and tell them that they now work for the Aria T'Loak and the Shadow Collective," a turian stood up to object, but Maul raised his fist, leaving the turian gasping for air.

"Now."


Eclipse captain Enoli sat down in the bridge of her ship, listening to the report coming from Zorya. Apparently, Blue Suns had chosen to side with Aria T'Loak, devoting manpower, equipment and funds to her cause.

Enoli was curious as to how Aria got the Blue Suns to join her, but her musings were interrupted by an incoming call from a potential buyer. An audio only call. That raised a few flags with her, and she quickly answered.

"I hear Eclipse is proficient at smuggling." Said a male voice, deliberately distorted by vocal software.

"You heard correctly," Enoli replied, her suspicions growing with each passing second.

"I need some crates delivered to several specific locations, unopened." said the voice.

"And where would these crates be delivered to?" she asked.

"4 supply stations in the Omega Nebula; one in the Fathar system (this raised the alarm in Enoli's mind; the Eclipse had a base in that system on the planet Lorek), one in the Arinlarken system, and 2 in the Amada system."

Enoli frowned as the alarm bells in her head became warning klaxons. The stations mentioned were likely the one that were rumored to be commissioned by Aria T'Loak as supply and waypoint bases. They were likely feeding supplies to Omega itself. "And how much is this worth to you, Mr...?"

"Call me Burke," the voice said, "and we're willing to pay 50000 credits per crate delivered."

Enoli's jaw dropped when she heard the amount. Whatever this guy was smuggling, it wasn't any type of illegal drugs. They weren't worth nearly that much. The only likely products that could be worth smuggling for that much, would be some kind of weaponry.

Whatever the risks were on this job, the reward was too much to pass up.

Still, as an Eclipse captain, she knew better than to just agree to those terms.

"We'll do it for 75000." She haggled. There was silence for a moment, then Burke responded.

"60000"

"70000, take it or leave it." She argued.

Burke paused then replied, "65000, final offer, or we'll take our business elsewhere."

Enoli paused, then nodded to herself.

"Agreed."

"Excellent, we'll contact you later with the pickup and drop off locations." The line went dead as Burke disconnected.


In a sterile control room, Burke shut off communications and turned to the figure standing behind him.

"We're ready to begin?" The man asked. Burke nodded.

"Our soldiers are loading the crates with their cargo, they'll be ready for pickup within the hour." Burke gestured to the monitor. The video showcased a group of white-armored soldiers overseeing a group of heavily armored combat androids as they loaded the items in question.

The PMC soldiers had backed away as far as they could from the combat androids; an understandable reaction, given the nature of the cargo they were carrying.

The figure nodded, "Our benefactors want this operation to be quick, stealthy and most importantly, untraceable. The man said, before turning his gaze to Burke.

"Make sure there is no evidence that the crates belong to us." He said threateningly, before turning on his heel and walking away.

Burke gulped. "Yes, Mr. Weyland."


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