Lokria - The Zoner Resistance - Printable Version +- Discovery Gaming Community (https://discoverygc.com/forums) +-- Forum: Role-Playing (https://discoverygc.com/forums/forumdisplay.php?fid=9) +--- Forum: Stories and Biographies (https://discoverygc.com/forums/forumdisplay.php?fid=56) +--- Thread: Lokria - The Zoner Resistance (/showthread.php?tid=168445)

Lokria - The Zoner Resistance - Aazalot - 03-06-2019 The Start of Lokria The Captains quarters of the Kaldra was small but functional, made to be efficient with clever storage and no wasted space. It was here Voncloud spent a lot of his time these days. His group of Zoners were currently overseeing the Colonisation of Pygar his Carrier remaining in orbit with the little ball of rock they wanted to make a new home. He looked over reports under the dim light from his desk lamp, he prefered the Dark, it didn't hurt his eyes and his quarters were one of the few places he could remove his glasses. The reports were both positive and mundane, a mix of geological surveys, construction status,’ supply and material requests, uneventful patrol reports from Theta and Kappa the list went on. Pygar was to be a new hope for those displaced from Gran Canaria, but it was a big ask of those moving there, before them there had been a small set of research camps and bases with the planet consisting of sprawling cave networks and few flat areas on the surface. Although some of the Canaria residents who fled were able to find temporary accomodation on local Freeports most had come to Pygar and were now essentially the work force living out of makeshift shelters in caves, a far cry from the well built homes and apartments found in the likes of Las Palmas. Standing from his desk Voncloud walked over to the window as the thoughts and ideas of what the colonists were relying on were flooding his mind. Looking out at the dust covered planet, it's storms visible from orbit he wondered how could something so miserable be considered a new hope for Zoners. Compared to Gran Canaria this was a hovel, an underpass in the rain. He clenched his fists as his thoughts spiraled further, cursing the Bretonians in his mind cursing his original home land for what they had done. He felt betrayed by them, disappointed by them. They were defending themselves from a hostile takeover and to alleviate it they go and perform a hostile takeover. He sighs relaxing his grip remembering the “summit” at Doc Holiday’s estate, it was a shambles. For every Reasonable voice there was triple the amount of anger fueled voices, doing nothing but adding conflict and hostility. Had it been a more private affair maybe then things would of been different. Clenching his fists again the fact he tried to reach out to Bretonia to arrange a more civil meeting was ignored, were they so intent with an action no different to the Gallics? His thoughts returned to those who remained on Canaira, not just Zoners but everyone who wanted to keep ahold of their home. Going back to his Terminal Voncloud dismissed the reports, instead bringing up a search on all media and communications about Gran Canaria. Of course there were the usual Bretonian News reports of how the planet was occupied with no conflicts, that everyone is fine and cooperative with the new occupation That the team tasked with Running “Planet Sydney” were bringing in Bretonian law and that things were going smoothley. On the flip side he saw more independent news Stations run by Bretonians and Zoners, reporting on the rough housing and tough justice being shown by the Armed Forces occupying the planet, Suspected Corsair Families being dragged from their homes onto the streets and rounded up, split apart from their loved ones. Images of Small level looting and a fray from those who remained on the planet and showing their “displeasure” at the occupation. Voncloud knew that some was real and some was not, it was the media after all, it's there to evoke feelings for one side or the other, to inspire people to action or to placate the situation. But one thing was known to him, there was at least at first a call for a Resistance, for a leader to take the reigns and fight back, to organise those wanting to reclaim the planet, at one point he thought it would be himself that would be that leader, attempting it at one point with the Kaldra facing off against the Stirling and the Thunderer. It was doomed to fail, a disorganised mess of hot headed pilots with more rage than skill. Looking at his clenched fist Voncloud thought, perhaps he could still be that figure head, a call to give those wanting a fighting chance, but not as Voncloud, he was known, any actions he took could risk Pygar and all the efforts in the Omicrons. No this would need a new name and a new face, or maybe no face at all. He turns to look at a Cabinet in the corner of his quarters, it was dust covered and largely undisturbed, he walks over to it running a hand over the lid before opening it. Inside he was met with a large cloth covering, wrapped around items within, pulling back the fabric he was greeted with his past, A flight suit, Helmet and a Rifle, all showing the faded Insignia of the Mercenary Brotherhood he once belonged, a long lost memory now. He looked longingly at them, memories of simpler times, times when he flew in Bretonia, helping to enforce It's laws, and even face off against the Corsairs. Times had changed. Picking up the helmet and dusting it off he looks into the unlit red eyes and nodded. If there was to be any chance for Gran Canaria then he needed to step up, but not as Voncloud, but as Exile “Lokria” RE: Lokria - The Zoner Resistance - Aazalot - 03-17-2019 The First Statement - The Plan Sailing through Omicron Theta, the Carrier Kaldra headed for Livadia Shipyard in Kappa, it was over due a refit and Voncloud had been putting it off, not wishing to leave Pygar unprotected, despite the fact that his newly Formed Black Kites were stationed at Corfu, with the main objective to be safeguarding the fledgling Colony. However with a new separate objective now in his mind his order was for his flagship to return to be re-equipped. Sitting in the Commanders chair, tapping his thumbs together, his mind swirled with the details of the resistance order he was to give. He had worked and planned what the best first move to make was, how those wanting to show that they were not ready to give up on Gran Canaria could make their presence felt and voices heard, after careful consideration, Voncloud knew just how to do such a think. Looking around the bridge he noted it was quiet, minus the usual crew Banter, the journey was being entirely uneventful, so with a slap of his thighs he stood up, looking over to his XO. "Everything's going smoothly up here, think you can make do without me for a while?" His XO, a female Livadian Zoner by the name of Beth Munroe and daughter of Livadias Commander Carmen Munroe looked over to him and nodded "Of course, everything's peachy here, anything comes up we will let you know" She smiled sweetly as she spoke, she understood Voncloud was working double time to coordinate the Pygar efforts and so had become used to being in the Commanders chair a bit more Regularly then before, happily taken the chance to do so when she could. He smiled back half naturally and half forced before exiting to head for his quarters, it was barley a couple of minuets from the bridge to allow for him to return to it in a hurry. As he enters he reaches for the dimmer switch, turning the lights on enough to light the room up out of the dark and no more, closing his door he removes his glasses and rubs his eyes giving them a chance to adjust. Taking in a deep breath along with a neck crick Voncloud heads over to the corner storage, taking out his old Mercenary helmet, again gazing at its lightless eyes he turns it around, opens it and places it upon his head. As the visor clicked closed accompanied by the hum of its power module the "eyes" of the helmet shone red and he once again took on the Persona of Lokria. Sitting at his desk Voncloud set about contacting the Zoner Resistance group, his plan was laid out before him, waiting anxiously for the connection to work between him and them. It took only a moment but the wait was long enough for cement to form in the base of his stomach, on the screen appeared one of the insurgents wearing winter gear "This is Yeti, are you hearing me Lokria?"Voncloud nodded he couldn't help but smirk at the Codename that had been picked, they were staying out in the snow covered hills away from the built up areas, so it was 100% suitable. "Yes, im hearing you loud and clear Yeti. Ready to make our first statement?" With a few taps on his console Voncloud brought up a picture of a complex with other details below it "Right, if we want to make our point to the Bretonians, we need to make things tough for them, so with that in mind we will hit one of the Deuterium Plants, there's no doubt they are going to exploit the reserves Canaria has in order to fuel their fleets. So, we will make it a burden for them to try and use it, to choke the supply and make it less efficient, force them to divide even more of their attention. This is a photo of Deuterium site Epsilon, one of the medium sized plants found planet side, its also one that's closest to civilisation, what we are going to do is Sabotage it, make enough of a mess to make it noticeable. To do this a group made up of Zoner's and Corsairs posing as protesters are going to head to the front of the station and begin to make some noise, get attention onto them and be a nuisance, mean while you and your team will go inside and hack into the control centre and disable the plant entirely. We don't want to damage the planet just make it unusable for some time" "The plan is sound Lok, but none of us here are any sort of computer hacker, how are we meant to do that?" "If All goes well, ill have a solution for that, ill be in touch, for the mean time head to the plant and recon what you can, security detail, patrols, shift changes, anything you can get a hold off will be vital" "Alright heres hoping. Yeti out." Voncloud Sighed removing his helmet just as there's a buzz on the intercom making him jump. He mashs the button "yes?" The voice of Beth chimed through "Sorry Von, we just got a call from a Velvet Pilot about a Liberty Capitol ship on the edge of Peloponnese" Rubbing his eyes Von nodded to noone in perticular "Alright, change course to intercept, I'm on my way down"