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Anweald Bermann

Anweald Bermann

Member Since 20 Feb 2017
Offline Last Active Aug 16 2018 10:12 PM
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In Topic: Life Isn't Easy, Death Is

15 August 2018 - 04:01 PM

Jairdain
 
 
 
The only thing going on in his mind were dozens upon dozens of memories and flashbacks of pain and misery. His light in the void still flickering like a dying fluorescent light in cold, dank building. It would seem that this may just become his coffin. I am.... King.... Eddak.... "I am King Eddak Manod, King of Castle Galderra, Sworn Protector to Queen Arenais and Admiral of the Commenor Systems Alliance Navy," it was strange, for Eddak. He spent his whole life, not really fighting for good or evil. He didn't really fight for justice, he didn't even really bother killing unless it was absolutely necessary in his head. He had ended wars, famine, pain, depression, drought and fear, for his people. But he didn't set out on this goal... initially all he wanted was a safe home to go back to. After a long, hard day of work, he just wanted to sit down, eat, and not have to be on a steady watch every dayand night. He wanted a calm life. But because those he cared about continued to die, he pushed beyond his wants, and his needs, he never really got what he want, just to make sure they were safe. Such a pity, how his life would end.
 
"No matter what happens today, you will remember me. You will have second thoughts about attacking Commenor."


In Topic: Un-Common Battle Cry

01 August 2018 - 08:10 PM

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Anweald Bermann 
 
Bermann, very slowly, strode forward. His body almost at an angle, he took each step slowly. He approached Kor until he was just a little over six meters. He would have given them more distance, but spaceship corridors were not battlefields. His eyes began to glow as his free hand reached for his other sword, very slowly. He drew it, shaking Victory so its sheathe came off and made the blades of both sword touch. Decimation and Victory would be slid against each other as he pushed his hands to part, as if making a sharpening technique. They began to glow, like a blue fire engulfed them. He stared at the armored man in front of him, thinking for a moment as there was silence. He gritted his teeth, unhappy with the situation. He was hot and sweaty, his adrenaline was pumping hard. His old age was getting to him. His arms slowly went to his sides, but up enough to keep them in a ready position. "I am King Eddak Manod, King of Castle Galderra, Sworn Protector to Queen Arenais and Admiral of the Commenor Systems Alliance Navy," he took a breath. He seemed like he had just been through a jog, but he was still up and alert, "state your name."
 
 
 
Kor Vexen 
 
Vexen kept his crimson blade in front of him, the end pointed at the man stood before him as he stepped forward, silent as his saber hummed, illuminating his end of the corridor in an ominous blood red glow. He gave brief pause as Bermann formally introduced himself, though Vexen cared little for his name, rank, or reason for doing what he did; at the end of the day this was going to be a battle to the death, where nothing mattered except fighting for one’s own life. Many have tried to best the Sith General in the past, though they all shared the same fight, each battle only continued to make Vexen stronger and more dangerous with each individual he consumed. All that Vexen saw before him was a man that was willing to die for the ‘selfless’ cause of protecting another. What nonsense. Vexen would speak up in his cold vocoded voice as he marched forward to close the gap as he swung at Bermann to lock blades and gauge the aging man’s strength, ready to use his right arm as a pseudo shield, “ Paltry words and titles mean nothing between warriors. Rid yourself of such nonsense and face me with everything you have so I can see if you are worth the effort of consuming. “
 
 
 
Anweald Bermann 
 
"Tch," Bermann gritted as the enemy stepped forward, saying nothing but mocking words, after swinging at him. Bermann saw the swing, and caught the saber with his enchanted sword, Victory. "Wasted breath on the likes of you," he continued, swinging back at him with his sword, Decimation, aiming for his shoulder, but wholeheartedly expecting him to block, or his armor to catch it. But if Kor let him hit, he would see his weapons were not like normal weapons or lightsabers, but he was literally wielding the Force. "I don't mean, speaking to you. But the galaxy wasted a good life to give you breath," Bermann stepped back, no matter if Kor blocked or let it him hit. He raised his blades in a proper manner. "No matter what happens today, you will remember me. You will have second thoughts about attacking Commenor," and with that, Bermann stopped talking. He used a burst of Force Speed to rush at Kor, but not directly at him. He moved to his right side, swinging Victory, and then swinging Decimation, forcing Kor to defend against two separate attacks each time Bermann would swing.
 
 
 
Kor Vexen 
 
The armored Sith watched as his blade clashed against Bermann’s not surprised that it was either enchanted or made out of a resistant metal. Vexen’s eyes watched as Bermann swung with his secondary weapon, raising up his right arm to shield himself from the blow, having his arm angled to let the blade glance off and redirect the kinetic force, causing sparks to fly as the weapon collided with his armor. To Vexen’s surprise though was the amount of energy behind it despite his attempt to redirect it, causing him to grunt as the weapon slid off his arm at a diagonal angle upward. Kor would turn his body, presenting his right shoulder to Bermann before attempting to shove him backwards with his own momentum in an attempt to try and knock him off balance. This attempt was thwarted as the man had already responded by making distance between the two. Vexen would look up as Bermann came at him with surprising speed. The Sith General would watch as Bermann came at him, regaining his stance as he raised his saber up in defense, cocking his right arm back as his saber hand was lifted, concentrating the Force into a single point before throwing it out to send an invisible wave out in an attempt to turn the situation for where he would be able to go out on the offensive rather than defense.
 
 
 
Anweald Bermann 
 
Bermann immediately realized what Kor was doing, but his reaction time was slow, whether it was from old age or the fact he hadn't had a real fight in a long time. In a panic, he raised his swords and crossed them in an 'X' formation, activating is War Shield; a semi-transparent wall of aqua marine fog wisped about as it defended against the attack. He was able to defend against it, but because his timing was off, it pushed his footing, and he had to focus on standing upright instead, leaving him open to an attack. As soon as he got his feet position right, he would try to kick off his right foot and push forward to close the gap with Kor, both swords striking at the same time, unless Kor had other plans. But another Force-based attack would yield Bermann reacting with another War Shield. This time, defending against it completely, since he was already in the position. "If you're supposed to be my demise, you'll have to do better than that," Bermann yelled, "come on, fight me!"




Collaberation between myself and Kor Vexen

In Topic: Un-Common Battle Cry

22 July 2018 - 09:50 PM

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The Baal's hangars were left alone, not a single shuttle attempted to enter. Their boarding instructions were clear; aggressive tactics on the hull and docking ports. Of course, this would be incredibly tougher, as they were exposed to enemy fire, but what this meant was anti-boarding tactics were less useful than typical. Crewmen and soldiers would be left confused and cut off, anti-boarding squads split from proper teams, with more enemies popping up all along the starboard side of the ship. This also meant the force Bermann said couldn't be a collective force, and had to have separate objectives as they were harshly spread out, themselves, making it easier to cut them down with fewer numbers.... until the full transports were able to dock. A couple dozen soldiers had caught up to Bermann, but by then it was too late. He wasn't going to receive anymore reinforcements, which he already knew. Bermann turned to look behind him, down the corridor, feeling.... something; a great evil. "Admiral," a soldier spoke up, taking cover against the wall, "we've got reports of a Sith coming up.... he's killing everyone between us and him." "I know," Bermann muttered, "I kn-" He was cut off, suddenly, as an enemy soldier shot his Harbinger out of his hand. His cybernetic hand was damaged, the left ring finger destroyed from the weapons fire. He cursed as he turned around, drawing his Victory sword and aiming it, firing at the soldier that shot his Harbinger rifle. The stopping power alone was enough to throw the soldier back, as Bermann jumped over to the other side of the wall. He looked down at the Harbinger on the ground; it wasn't going to be useful in this fight anymore. He aimed down with the Victory and took another shot before looking over to the soldier, "I know they won't be coming anymore. Take the men we have, and create a perimeter, right here in the corridor. Hold this position.... make sure no one gets passed you. I'll deal with him." He nodded, and the soldier nodded back, "good luck, soldier." Although, the soldier could tell Bermann wasn't happy about this, the undertone in his voice signalled.... more, to his words, "Yes, my King." Bermann took one more shot, as the soldier also started firing again, before he turned around and walked to their rear. He stayed close to the wall until he rounded a corner.
 
He could feel it....
 
He could almost see it...
 
"You..." he shouted down the corridor at Kor Vexen, "you will not have the Queen. Even if it is the last thing that I do."




  




Fellar heard the communications transmissions between all of the ships, it seemed no one cared about encrypting against a soon-to-be-dead enemy. Still, he couldn't stay distracted from the mission at hand. The Neutralizer was being pelted by the fleets from Vanessa Vantai, and its shields were starting to overload. Fellar knew... Fellar knew everything about the Neutralizer. As Bermanns first officer... the FIrst Officer to the current highest ranking Admiral in the Commenor Systems Alliance, a personal soldier of the Queen.... he was informed of the ships capabilities, taught about it, its strengths, and its downfalls. This was already a suicide mission to begin with. Bermann was not authorized to call forth any CSA ships, and he only had authorization for wars and major defenses. But the Neutralizer... it didn't even have a full crew. Shutting down the shields would mean they could cool down faster, but the spray of enemy fire would ultimately cripple the ship before they could reinitialize them. There were already fluctuations in the power, so Fellar had to act fast. "Put the Molecular shielding on a repeat shutdown; soft shutdowns. Let it blink. THey'll hit our primary shields, but it'll give the Molecular shielding some extra time before they overload. Shut down all secondary systems, and transfer them to engines. As they say; full steam ahead. I want to ram those transports. Clip the ones circling." The Tactical Officer spoke up, "First Officer Fellar, we would be going into their circle of fire and coming into range of the rest of their fleet! You can;'t possibly ask the entire cr-" "....the entire crew to what? To risk their lives for the Queen? You swore an oath to Queen Arenais! You have been listening to the comms just as I have! She is here! This retaliation was justified, and now the Sith are proclaiming her a criminal," Fellar yelled. "Lieutenant, full power to engines, push through the ships preventing us from firing on the transports. Tactical Officer, change target to the defending ships between us and the transports. Soften them up before they get a grinding! And.... call an evacuation. Non-essential crew to escape pods." Fellar wasn't happy to do this, but there was nothing more he could do. The Sith fleet was too strong, he was only thankful Admiral Bermann was distracting the other fleet, otherwise by now, the Neutralizer would have already been disabled. But it wasn't over yet, his safe thoughts just couldn't reach him. "Open a channel in response to that last message... the nerve," Fellar walked over to the comms station. "This is First Officer Fellar, how dare you speak to Queen Arenais that way!? Implications, lies, slander, it was your own infatuation of the Sith Empire and your arrogance that lead you to this illegal blockade! This retaliation was your fault! What did you think would happen, when you corner a dog? It bites back. The men and women of Commenor and Galderra will fight to save their Queen, no matter the odds, no matter the sacrifice! Because she has given us what you can't; freedom!" Fellar nodded, "close the channel, attempt to jam that specific ships communications." Dreadnought-classed jamming systems would attempt to cancel out the Chafes comms, only, and if successful, prevent them from communicating with all forms of communication, except lights and flags.

The enemy ships, however, could tell the molecular shielding was starting to fail, different places along the Neutralizer were starting to pop and spark. Some damage getting through and breeching the hull, but otherwise keeping its systems online. Even if the engines were to fail, or be disabled or destroyed, the moment of the massive dreadnought would carry it into a hard and fast collision course with Vanessa's ships and transports. Escape pods began to launch, but some crewmen started to be blasted out of hull breeches, and weapons were going offline either due to damage sustained, or loss of power.

Unfortunately for the Baal, the Steadfast still was able to get a shot off. But it wasn't like it could cause catastrophic damage. A full salvo of Intruder missiles flew through the lines of fighting bombers and fighters, colliding with the Baal, a few hitting near the bridge. Intruder missiles did very little kinetic damage, and they more or less rocked the Baal, throwing everyone around as if everyone were a bunch of bees stuck inside a box and being thrown down a mountain, until Inertial Dampeners were able to compensate. Sadly, it would probably be the last salvo, as the Fast Frigates caught up to it, and opened fire. The Steadfast did all it could, but it just didn't have the anti-ship weaponry to fight them off, the best it could do was.... disable their shields. Soon enough, the Steadfasts own shields would go down, and it would start taking damage. The Captain didn't know what to expect; boarding parties, or absolute destruction.




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In Topic: Siege of Commenor

22 July 2018 - 02:10 AM

Lady Kay Veiere Arenais

 

I am sorry I won't be there, but you can be sure Ailred will show up with the little that he has.


In Topic: Un-Common Battle Cry

21 July 2018 - 11:51 AM

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"Listen up," Bermann tried speaking over the comm, not sure if jamming systems were working or not, "there's going to be fighting - a lot of fighting - as soon as you dock. Fighters, protect the transports at all costs, we need to get on that ship! We need to deal with this fleet so it does not engage Queen Kay!" Almost immediately as the Neutralizer started firing, it started to get bombarded by hundreds of powerful missiles. Thankfully, it had great shielding. But it would only last so long as crews couldn't get to damaged sections quick enough to repair them. Because of its special shielding, it entirely resisted the first wave of missiles, but as the battle grew on, it would start to fail. Fellar tried to compensate with what he could, but he just didn't have the crew. He had to keep the guns firing, his Queen was somewhere down there. Meanwhile, in the buzz of madness that was fighters, bombers, shuttles, and transports, Bermann was searching for a good place to hit the lead ship. Hangar? No, the enemy could close the hangar bay doors, or activate a thick shielding. He located a docking hatch, and of course he had a wild idea the enemy probably didn't expect from a fighter. "I need a bomber to hit this starboard section, upper right hatch. I'm firing on it... now," Bermann ordered. His laser cannons started opening up, and surely one bomber still had some munitions left, and came in across his crosshairs, peppering the side of the hull, "see you on the inside," Bermann muttered, as he latched on a Rebreather. He didn't change his course as he watched the sealed docking hatch blow open, the airlock free for him to enter, but he wasn't just 'entering.' At full speed, he crashed into the airlock. By now the Steadfast quickly realized the ships were moving in to engage it at closer range. Unfortunately, the little ship had just enough engine power to keep out of range of the larger ships, although the Fast Frigates would be a problem. The fast little missile frigate would not be able to out run them. So it changed tactics; instead of pushing away, it pushed around. The Frigates would catch up quicker, but it would give the Steadfast more time to get another angle on the Baal, firing at its engines, now.


It took him awhile, he had to cut his way out, as the viewport wouldn't open. Once he was out, he was in the vacuum of space in the airlock. Of course, it had security measures in place, and he had to work his way into it. Eventually he cut the power to the door, while watching what people he had on the ship fighting, and dying. A few saw him and tried to help him, some falling in the process by turning their backs, but eventually... he got the door to crack. Atmosphere began to seep through the door, but he didn't need it entirely open, just enough for him to fit through. He made a hand motion to order his men away from the door as he tried to open it. The Baal would register a hull breech soon and he had to act quick, before bulkheads activated. A couple Galderrans jumped to the door, knowing this, too, risking their lives to open that door. Bermann got it opened enough and pushed himself through, just before Bulkheads nearly took his foot. Finally, he was in the fight. As the transports began to be fired upon by an enemy screening, friendly fighters immediately intercepted, but they weren't fast enough. One transport was knocked out, but it was on a full speed course with the Baal, and momentum carried it into a fiery explosion against the hull at ramming speed. The Baals armor held. Bermann pulled his Harbinger from his back and started aiming, and firing. He used it more like a standard rifle, than a sniper, and he was nailing enemy crewmen, soldiers took a little more because of their armor. But the weapon was enough to knock them off their feet.

Pretty soon, transports and shuttles were able to unload their cargo, only thankfully to the fighters protection, mostly because of the TIE HUNTERS. One transport still took damage, injuring a few of the soldiers. Galderran troops were dressed with GAR Trooper armor, and the CSA troops were dressed in Hadur-class Light Armor, but a significant smaller portion were adorned in Praetorian Guard Battle Armor - they all wielded Commenor-Series Blaster Carbines. They pushed the ships corridors harshly. Just like the Galderrans on the Neutralizer, they were stubborn and full of passion. Their military culture and society fueled this rage. Commenor people stuck to defensive measures, holding frontline positions, and the Galderrans would eventually push those lines, making the Commenor soldiers push up, and again, hold the line. Bermann was pushing to the bridge, nailing soldiers and crewmen the whole way. "You tell your lord," Bermann yelled at the top of his lungs, "you tell him I'm coming!"

Kor Vexen
 

Fleet