High Inquisitor Hector Von Ricmore, Reaper

Equite 4, Clan Vizsla, Force Disciple, Dark Jedi
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Villainous Intent: Chapter One
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[Promptober] Week 1
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All Hurt No Comfort.docx
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GJW XVI RO Team Shriekhawk
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Envoy Corp: The Immortal Sith Part 1
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Contract 003 [Envoy Corps]
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Special Operation Palisade: The battle for the Oasis
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Clan Vizsla Ship Moonfall
Above planet Korus
Zsoldos Space

A pair of hurried footfalls echoed through the pathway to the bridge of the Providence Class Battleship, Moonfall. Hector Von Ricmore strode onto the bridge, ignoring the clamoring of the messenger Raistlin sent behind him.
“Sir I must insist you avoid using any ship larger than a transport!” The messenger proclaimed. “Aedile Raistlin specifically instructed that no ships larger than a transport are to be used to preserve the integrity of the oasis!”
Hector scoffed. “It is clear that Raistlin is a fool with no knowledge of tactics. We will first attempt to use the Vizsla fleet to intimidate the Ga’lum into surrendering the Oasis. If that fails we will begin an orbital bombardment utilizing only the Ion Cannons that the Vizsla fleet possesses. If the Ga’lum still refuse peace talks we will then begin a ground invasion. Conquering the Oasis will be made far more plausible if the enemy is deprived of their ranged weaponry.”
The messenger frowned. “You’ll have to take it up with Raistlin then. I’ll relay your intentions but I will not cover for your actions.” The man left the bridge to meet with Raistlin.
“Comms officer, please send a transmission request to the Ga’lum chieftain of the Oasis.” Hector requested.
“Right away sir.”
The holotable sputtered to life. A holographic image of a wizened older man emerged; With black hair covered with streaks of grey and garbed in a variety of comfortable wraps and a turban atop his head.
“I have received your request, outsider.” The elder stated. “I would inquire as to the reason for your call and why you have stationed a fleet around our planet.”

Hector bowed respectfully. “Wise elder, it is an honor to make your acquaintance. I have contacted you on behalf of Clan Vizsla. We are a clan which inhabits the nearby planet of Daemunn. We are seeking the rights to access the land in which you now reside, an area Vizsla has termed the Oasis.”

“It is called Al’Rasha and it is sacred to our people. We have allowed you outsiders to settle on Korus. We will not allow you to desecrate our holy land.” The Chieftain retorted.

“I am not asking the Ga’lum to leave Al’Rasha. I only ask for the Ga’lum to allow some of our people access to the area.”

“Outsiders are not permitted in Al’Rasha. If you try to take it from us we will stop you. Us and all the tribes. You will face a reckoning.”

“If you do not allow us access we will open fire from orbit.”

“You wouldn’t dare. You want Al’Rasha intact. These talks are over. You are not welcome in Al’Rasha.”

The transmission cut.

“So that is how it will be. Contact the Vizsla fleet. I want every ion cannon we have to fire on Korus. It may be costly but taking out power for the planet will allow us to convince the Ga’lum to allow us access to Al’Rasha without bloodshed.”

The Vizsla fleet gathered around Korus. Hundreds of blue ionized blasts slammed into the planet.

6 hours later

“Sir, all scans indicate that Korus has completely lost power.” A bridge officer reported.

“Excellent. Send probe droids to find the Chieftan. Let us see if he has reconsidered our offer.”

Dozens of probe droids were shot out of the fleet and descended to the planets surface. A few minutes later a droid located the Chieftain within a series of fortified tunnels.

“I stand corrected. You have shown both strength and restraint through your actions. We are open to negotiating the allowance of Clan Vizsla into Al’Rasha.” He stated.

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DJB Spice Misadventure
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Bounty 003 [Envoy Corps]
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Wanted: Dead or Alive
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Hector Von Ricmore
Clan Vizsla
Saxon Ship Tarre’s Terror
Zsoldos System

Hector Von Ricmore sat in the captain’s chair of the Tarre’s Terror. The Hynestian Star Cruiser was a relatively new design which nonetheless pleased him greatly. This was no surprise given the history of the Nebulon as a repurposed combat ship, the New Republic and the Resistance had plenty of time to interpret that data to construct an excellent ship. Tarre’s Terror had been tested in combat numerous times since its construction. It had served and would continue to serve Clan Vizsla well. Aboard the ship was the relatively untested Frostwolf Special Missions Company. The unit typically resided in the Frostwolf Garrison, offering protection to the people of Zsoldos without imposing the harsh militaristic standards of most governmental militaries. It was time to grant the unit some combat experience and allow the members to become accustomed to working with one another.

The latest bounty received by Clan Vizsla was the perfect opportunity. Vik Colton, a Corellian man of immaculate looks and expert gunslinger, and his merry band of pirates had angered the wrong crowd. The crew had robbed a wealthy noble from Coruscant and become marked for death or capture.

Projected in front of him was a Star Map. Colton was last seen traveling the Hydian Way. This area was a massive galactic hyper route used for ships undergoing hyperspace travel. There were a number of planets along the route which Colton could use to hide and resupply. The crew of Tarre’s Terror were given a tracking fob tied to Vik Colton. But the Corellian had used his knowledge of sensor technology gained from his time as a starship mechanic to impede the effectiveness of the fob. The Vizsla forces would need to find the planet Colton had chosen.

The Hydian Way had many planets but Colton was a Corellian. As a human being he would likely chose a planet with an atmosphere which would support human life. Of the planets on the Hydian Way route there was one which stuck out in particular to the minds of Clan Vizsla, Brentaal IV. The planet was located on both the Hydian Way and Perlemian Trade routes, offering Vik Colton easy travel options. It was a core world which brought the amenities and comforts that planets in that region have access to. But it was not a hugely populated or well traveled world; which could appeal to Vik Colton as a hideout.

Tarre’s Terror dropped out of hyperspace at Brentaal IV. The tracking fob began to beep affirmatively, highlighting the nearby Corona Class armed frigate as the ship carrying their target. Tarre’s Terror opened fire on the vessel, heavy turbolasers and turbolaser blasts flying towards the vessel. The saucer shaped Corona class returned fire, ion cannons flinging streaks of blue into the Vizsla ship and starting to disable systems.

“Launch all fighters.” Hector Von Ricmore ordered. The Hynestian needed to get its vessels airborne before they lost access to the hangar. 48 Fang Fighters exited the capital ship and blitzed towards the Corona. The saucer deployed its complement of 6 Flare Star Attack Shuttles which were quickly overwhelmed by the massive amount of Vizsla fighters.

With the shuttles destroyed the fighters refocused on subduing the Corona. Point defense cannons and ion emplacement ripped through the armor of fighter after fighter.

The ion cannons no longer targeting the Terror gave the Vizsla ship the breathing room to recover and reactivate its weapons. The ship brought them to bear against the Corona, destroying its weapon emplacements and deactivating the hyperdrive.

“Frost Wolf Company, prepare to board.” Hector ordered.

The Vizsla force made their way down to the hangar. Garbed in sealed Heavy Mandalorian Infantry armor the warrior also carried a Galaar blaster rifle. The crew boarded the Umbra, Hector Von Ricmore’s Corellian Star Shuttle. The spacecraft exited the Terror and flew over to the disabled Corona, entering through its damaged hangar.

The Mandalorians disembarked and began trading fire with a group of pirates, rapidly mowing them down with sheer numbers.

The hunting party continued forward relying on their armor and weapons as well as their numbers to overwhelm the pirates. Several Frost Wolves were injured despite the durasteel heavy armor but the pirates lacked the weaponry required to inflict permanent casualties.

The strike force arrived at the bridge of the ship. Hector sliced open the locked doors and the force pushed inwards.

Vik Colton pulled his blaster from its holster faster than the eye could follow. The custom weapon ripped through the durasteel armor of the Frost Wolves, causing the first fatal casualties of the boarding.

Hector Von Ricmore activated his Jetpack. Flying forward he smashed into Vik Colton, sending the duo to the ground. Vik readied his blaster and fired into Hector, obliterating all the layers of his shield with a single shot. Hector’s arm shot out and hit a pressure point on Vik’s wrist, forcing the Corellian to drop his weapon.

Vik slugged Hector across the face then shook his fist in pain from the impact with the durasteel. The Zeltron grabbed the man and brought his helmet down in a Keldabe kiss once, twice, three times, before dropping the limp corellian to the floor.

Taking a moment to regain his bearings Hector saw the fighting had finished up around him. Checking Vik’s vitals he learned that the Corellian was alive but almost certainly would suffer a concussion.

The Vizsla forces gathered their dead and wounded then returned to the Terror. Vik was brought to the Anvil and passed off to the bounty office. The award was granted and credits were transferred to the bank accounts of all the Vizsla forces who were involved.

The mission was a success but Hector Von Ricmore couldn’t shake the sense of despair that came with losing a comrade. He took some comfort in the knowledge that the Frost Wolves had been blooded and the survivors of the company would be able to perform better in the next conflict.