A Blaze in the Endor Sky [First Order Dominion of Endor Hex]

[Asharad Graush]

Post: Two
Objective: Two
Location: On Endor
Allies: [member="Kato"]
Enemies: Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium

A swarm of the Imperial shuttles broke the atmosphere in the confusion of the sudden mass of forces dropping out of Hyperpace above the planet Endor. In the time where the Ssi-Ruuk were distracted from the transport ships, they slipped through the blockade and was breaking atmosphere in moments. The hull of the metal cans had flames licking up at their sides. Unshielded, similar to the imperial ships of the past, but the occupants were otherwise unharmed. Thousands of soldiers coming out of the sky at once.

Glancing at chronometre on his wrist plate, the Sith Knight slipped his helmet onto his head, despite his dislike for closed spaces. It wasn't for him to be comfortable, it was necessary for the fear of the faces of the Empire. There were no faces to remember, for they were all the same. Though in A'sharad's place, his was black. In the darkness of Endor's forest nights, he'd be a predator on the ground, especially with tens of thousands of stormtroopers scouring the many miles in every direction.

The ship rumbled.

Blaster fire he guessed.

The pilot was saying something on the intercom. Shield generator is too hot. They'd be landing further than they had previously thought.

His teeth grated upon each other.

What A'sharad didn't expect however were scaled bodies swarming the dropships the moment the ramps opened.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

#2​

D O S U U N
Apartment of [member="Irajah Ven"]
Some time earlier...

Did he want to go?

Slumping down in his chair, the blue-skinned youth was practically sliding out of it as his head was almost level with the table and his lanky form mostly sprawled under. "I guess..." the boy offered, which tended to be his answer to everything. Not because he didn't have an opinion, but because he was used to keeping that opinion to himself. Because no one asked. Except now. Now he got asked all the time, and just didn't know what to say. Or how to say it.

"I like seeing new planets," he added, with a shrug.

It was true. He did like to see and experience new planets. Before, he only got to do that when on an errand for his master. But, now he was getting to see Dosuun... and this would be some other place, too.

It was nice to know there was more to the universe than the slums of Coruscant.

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S P A C E
First Order Ship Concordia
Objective: 5 - To Rattatak!
Tags: [member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Avicus DuSang"]

Not going to lie, there were hand prints on the transparisteel windows of the shuttle.

The young Pantoran had been glued to the side of the transport, inverted around with his knees drawn up on the seat, as he'd peered out in absolute wonder at the shuttle taking off and lifting them above the clouds. Then there was this ship, which he'd barely caught a glimpse of in any part. It was clear by how the shadow had enveloped the shuttle that, whatever it was, it was huge!

...also, it was cold. Like, freezing almost.

Was that just because they were in space? It seemed like the closer they got to the Concordia, the colder it felt. It was strange. The hair was standing up on the back of his neck, and he looked behind himself a few times as though expecting to see his former master -- Darth Scorpius -- suddenly appearing out of the air on the shuttle.

He didn't know why. It was just... a feeling.

The other passenger with them, a guy who'd met him when he'd boarded the shuttle, spoke of them arriving soon. And then again, when they had arrived. Dressed in the grey slacks and white jacket that comprised the uniform arrive of a Imperial junior academy cadet, the child with the vibrant, violet hair stepped off the ramp just a step behind the dark robed figure.

Someone shouted a name, prompting everyone to stand in the uncomfortable position that the boy was learning was called 'attention'. Presumably because you were supposed to give yours to whoever prompted people to come to attention in the first place, even though you were supposed to look at them. You were just sort of supposed to stare blankly ahead.

Also, what the Hutt was a 'fleet admiral'?

He fidgeted in place, hearing the brief exchange between the Castor guy and the dude he presumed was Fleet McAdmiral. As the robed guy stepped back, the boy found himself being ushered toward Fleety.

"Uh... Sir, Cadet Chiyo, sir," the boy uttered, pausing a moment to think about it. He'd only been at the academy for a few days after all.

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: Imperial landing craft - entering atmosphere of Fornow
Objective 8
Allies: First Order, Graug/Zambrano forces, [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Enemies: Slave Rebels, Ssi-Ruuk invaders

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8n6aYQwz0M[/media]​

The recovery of Darth Vader's armour on Endor would be a momentous feat for the Order of Ren but it was not a glory she would take part in. Samka wished her colleagues luck but there was a rage in her that would not be sated by killing the wild beasts of Endor's forest moon. The Ssi-Ruuk had invaded her home, not just her nation but the very building where she trained and slept. That was a personal violation which could not go unanswered. While the bulk of Ssi-Ruuk gathered at Endor, the Imperials had to make sure there was no system in the region safe for them to retreat to. That and ensure there would be regional peace once this war was over. Coming to aid of the Iron Horde and their Sith Masters, not just against the Ssi-Ruuk, but the revolting slaves as well, was a step towards that. To show the local powers they had nothing to fear from a growth of the First Order's galactic boarders. In that sense, this mission might well be more important in the long term than anything happening around Endor.

The ship shook violently as it entered Fornow's atmosphere. The Knight of Ren was glad in all black combat armour. She silently paced in the cockpit with her arms folded in front of her, behind the pilot and co-pilot, catching her first glimpse of the planet's surface. Toxic clouds emitting from countless forges and factories covered the skylines helping make the scenery feel grey, barren and helpless. Closing her eyes, she feel the Dark Side's strength here. Immeasurable and unconquerable. Sam had not felt it on such a scale since Lake Natth. Occasionally she could see and hear explosions and blaster fire scarring Fornow's terrain. Every so often it would cause the landing craft to shake and the pilots to mutter some jargon to one another to overcome it.

The co-pilot turned to her, "Landing in less than a minute, Ma'am." He was clearly doing his best to hide the unease on his face but it showed. Even the Imperial rank and file could sense the despair of this world.

Nodding, Sam turned away and marched to the back of the ship. Here were a squad of elite Stormtroopers. They stood in silence, lined up on both the left and right sides, giving Sam just enough space to march through the middle. The hum of the ship gearing up to land, the occasional volley of blaster fire and echoing of her footsteps were the only sounds to be heard. Reaching the back doors, Sam stretched her neck in preparation. They were landing in a hot zone and would see action the moment that door opened. She had to be prepared. A green light turned on above the doors accompanied by a loud beep. The Stormtroopers all raised their rifles in response and she unclipped the lightsaber from her belt. Then the doors flew open and the Stormtroopers ran past her, laying down blaster bolts as they sought nearby cover. Sam just walked calmly down the ramp, igniting her crimson blade and scanning the battlefield.

It appeared they'd caught the slaves by surprise, they were yelling and scrambling for cover inside of a half destroyed check point. Most of them were unarmed but a few had re-calibrated mining lasers and whatever guns they had salvaged off of their dead captors. Even before they'd landed this site had recently been a battlezone. Corpses of slaves and Graug alike littered the area and the checkpoint itself was damaged with parts of the inside exposed. It was this checkpoint they had to retake.

With a sudden burst of speed, Sam dashed forwards. A filthy woman covered in oil with a mining laser raised her gun but the Knight of Ren hit first with a powerful kinetic push, smashing the woman's head into the checkpoint's stone wall with a crunch audible even over the sounds of battle. Turning a corner into the checkpoint's main entrance, a Duros with a mining axe had been lying in ambush and took a large clumsy swing at her. Sam sidesteped the attack and countered with a jab to his exposed shoulder then brought her blade downwards to eviscerate her foe, granting him a painful death. Climbing a spiral staircase, a man with a pistol jumped out and fired a series of shots. She dodged most in a show of elegant movement but deflected a couple back at him, one of which struck the slave's leg. The pause in pain was more than enough time for Sam to close the gap and impale her attacker through the heart.

Her approach continued in this fashion, foes attacked clumsily and one at a time, until she reached the command room. There four slaves, all armed with Graug weaponry, had made a makeshift cover from an overturned table. A hail of blaster bolts greeted her as she attempted to walk in the doorway but was promptly forced back out. Standing to the doorway's side, Sam could only pity those who thought they could survive a Force user's assault behind unrestrained cover. Jumping back into the action, the teenager swiftly hit the table the slave's cowered behind with a strong push, sending the cover they had used against them. It knocked all four to the ground so now was the time to attack. Using her athletic skill, Sam jumped over the table, directly onto one of the slaves, knocking him down as he scrambled to his feet. At the same time she brought her blade slashing downwards to the side, slicing into the slave beside him. The other two had scattered and Sam spent just a split second too long wondering which to strike first. The man she stood on shock her off with a sudden burst of adrenaline, the kind one only gets when one's life is in critical danger. Falling to the floor, Sam quickly caught her balance with a dancer's twirl then spun around to slice the man before he could reach for his weapon. Now there was a series of shots fired at her from behind, Sam backflipped towards this third attacker, landing directly behind him and swiftly claiming another victim. Looking across the room, the final slave raised his gun and she adopted a defensive posture but before he fired, the man was hit with blaster bolt clean to the side of his head. Her back up had arrived, two Stormtroopers filed into the room.

"Ma'am, rebel forces are scattered outside. We're sweeping the building now," a female voice came from beneath the helmet. "No casualties, just two wounded. We'll get them back on their feet in no time."

"Excellent," Sam responded and nodded approvingly. Her voice was smooth and rich yet she couldn't hide the youthfulness in it no matter how hard she tried. "But this is only the start. You'll find the warriors of Ssu-Ruuk a far greater challenge than malnourished slaves who had never held a gun until this uprising."

The trooper nodded, "We'll be on alert."

Turning away from the soldiers and towards the communications console, Sam brushed the corpse of a Graug off of the device and hailed [member="Darth Prazutis"]. the rear end on the Blood Pits was secure and risk of the slaves counterattacking and trapping the allied armies in the Underhold reduced to minimum.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Endor
Post: 3/38
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Ssi-Ruuk
Objective: Create an Ewok reserve (BYOO)

"Stay together, target only the Ssi-Ruuk"

"Roger"

"Get into the right corner of the Ewok lines, I'll take the left"

"Wait... wait for me!" Merrily told Dunames, upon exiting the shuttle.

Around Happy Grove, Ewoks were deploying catapults and gliders to fend off the advancing Ssi-Ruuk, while their archers are in position across the flanks of the forest path, with spearmen in a line, front and center. Oh, sure, she wanted Frank to be with her, or even that Tunroth acolyte, but neither person was around in the landing party. Oh, sure, she bought some Z-5 battle droids from the Confederacy in order to fend off the Ssi-Ruuk but they should not intervene unless the Ewoks are in full retreat and, as such, they remain de-activated until the Ssi-Ruuk breach the Ewok center. Z-5s would be more than a match for the Ssi-Ruuk as individuals, but even then the enemy has the advantage of numbers. With a few magazines of 15 bullets on Dunames' belt, she stands ready to fire these 12.7x108s, from a prone position underneath the Ewoks' archers; said Ewoks are using a fallen tree for covering their archers.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nW-IPrzM1g[/media]​

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Location: Fornow -> The Blood Pits -> Near the Underhold
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Ludolf Vaas"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | @First Order
Enemies: Rebellious Slaves | Ssi-Ruuk Invaders |
Posts: [2/--]

The Blood Pits even while they were a fairly far distance from the extremely well defended, and highly secure citadel that was the Underhold still distant sounds of battle could be heard as the elite graug forces worked in tandem with the Royal Army to stop the assault of the Ssi-Ruuk, and toss the wretched invaders from their world. Through his advanced HUD software and his special encrypted comlink built into his armor Prazutis kept his eyes and ears alert to the conflicts planetwide. As the Crown Prince he was by default the highest authority in the entire Dual Monarchy before the God-King himself, the entire planets military forces became under his command the moment he stepped on the ground, with the exception of First Order allies of course. The presence of the First Order soldiers helping to defend the Blackblades flank from a counter attack that would've wedged them between the primary force of slaves that filled the Blood Pits, and the force behind them.

The Dark Lord swiftly grabbed one of the slaves that unfortunately happened to come into his sights and swiftly disemboweled the man with his runeblade, spilling the mans internal organs all over the ground in a display of gore. Even with the aid of this Jedi these slaves were ill equipped, malnourished, most of which were untrained and not all of them actually carried weapons of war. They might've been able to handle the graug overlords with their surprise assault but these were some of the best the Dual Monarchy had to offer. It soon became clear from the torrents of death brought down by legionnaire rifles that they were way out of their league. If that wasn't enough Prazutis was far ahead of his own legionnaires deep into the slaves that slowly pulled back, his armor dripping in blood and gore from the carnage that Daesumnor caused. These slaves dared to rebel against the crown and they would suffer, for an eternity. There was no netherworld, no elemental chaos to claim their souls. They wouldn't be one with the force after death, they'd be enslaved to his runeblade for all of eternity in an afterlife of eternal torment.

The forces of the slaves began to pull into the cave tunnels using the mouths of the caves and various pieces of mining equipment strategically placed around them as cover, they were desperate to pull away from the Sith Lord and his legion that steamrolled ever downward. There were four tunnels that carved deep into the earth and the path that wound down to the bottom of the Blood Pits ravine would put the legionnaires of the Blackblades in direct lines of fire with four pockets of enemy resistance, even with their training he wouldn't willingly risk their lives in such a foolish endeavor. Prazutis held his ground making use of his wrist laser and flame thrower to blast enemies at a range as well as crushing them with telekinesis. The deflection of blaster bolts and general defense he put up allowed the thousands of blackblade legionnaires to quickly catch up to their leader, and immediately Prazutis used this opportunity to contact General Dietrich Marr, the commander of the 5,000 men he brought with him on an encrypted channel.

While he could've gone back deep into the blackblades to try and find him the Sith Lord was needed on the front lines. After the notifying blip by the General the mans voice crackled to life in his comlink "What is thy bidding my lord?". Prazutis sheathed Daesumnor and drew his twin lightsabers with a snap hiss, making use of his mastery of Jar'Kai to deflect several blaster bolts all at once. "General Marr the slaves will hit us on all flanks with those four open tunnels once we march down there. Bring up the missile launchers Seal up the two tunnels on our farthest sides." Prazutis ordered and swiftly the man replied with an "At once my lord." Shortly after pairs of blackblade guardsman moved to the edge of the winding ramp that overlooked the main floor of the pit and the four tunnels that led down into the mine. Each pair shouldered an ACS-206 Arrowhead Missile Launcher sighting the tunnels on the far left and right of the pit. A thunderous eruption came soon after as missiles burst from their barrels surging into the mouths of these caves, an huge fiery explosion followed belching fire and a wave of debris and bodies from the cave mouths as howling screams of pain and horror rose from the unfortunate souls who experienced, and witnessed their fellows swiftly blown apart or crushed by falling rock.

Prazutis once more accessed the channel that he kept open with General Marr "Excellent work General Marr. Begin securing the cave mouths and wait on my order for entry. I'm altering the rules of engagement for this coming conflict: Every moving slave bearing the mark and brands of the Blood Pits are targets, and every single one is to be killed. There will be no surrendering, and we will be taking no prisoners from this group of slaves." Prazutis ordered a grin forming under his helmet as he spoke. Immediately the man replied "It shall be done my lord." Such terms of engagement weren't anything new to members of the Blackblade Guard. They committed horrific genocides and atrocities across the galaxy for the past several decades, and any officer or soldier was ready to do so at the drop of a hat no question.

It was then that Prazutis accessed the request by [member="Samka Derith"] "Who is this?" The God-Prince bellowed through the comlink.

 

[Soeht]

Bakuran Deception​

Senior Senator Dol Belden finished an impassioned speech to the Bakuran Senate. As the opposition’s voice, his words stood against the path Prime Minister Blaire Captison and the Government had for Bakura. Regardless, cheers in favor for Belden’s vision filled the senate’s bunker.

Speeches on the Senate floor continued after Belden’s. No one invigorated the chamber as much as he had. A scowling gaze upon Captison’s face could easily be seen by each of the other forty Bakuran senators.

After the Senate recessed for the evening, Belden returned to his living quarters in the Residential Wing of the Bakur Memorial Building.

Once Belden entered his apartment, he shut the door behind him and turned on the lights. Soeht stood before him. Immediately, Belden pressed a hand upon the temple of his head as if in pain. He struggled to stand up straight.

“Already resisting?” questioned Soeht, “You could have been a great Jedi if they found you in your youth.”

Then, Soeht grasped the top of Belden’s balding head with a single hand. Crimson lightning spewed from his arm and channeled through Belden’s body.

“Yóur t͡as̕k ̶f̧o͜r͡ ͝t҉om̨orrow҉,” began Soeht as his ritual did its work, “B͝͝͞r̕i̴ng̛͡ ̸͏̴m͜͝e t̡̛h̴̨͞e P͏r͘i̛m̡͠è̢ ͏M̴̧̢i̶̷n͡i̕s̷̵͞t̵͝e̢͢r̵͠.”

 

[IT-88]

Endor

Objective: Ground Battle (Redeem the Empire of old by retaking the fabled planet)
Allies: [member="Asharad Graush"]
Gear: Armor Primary Secondary Melee


88 sat in the row of bucket seats aboard a First Order troop transport awaiting their landing. The transport shook violently from the AA fire glancing or flak shots. The pilot was speaking jargon that 88 didn't compute. It could only be assumed it had to do with the current situation. Another trooper was panicking in the back row about something, likely about how afraid he was of dying and some human nonsense like that.

Commander, how far are we from the LZ? 88 asked the CO. Their mission, Beta Squad, was to scout ahead and find a way to flank the Ssi-Ruu forces through a deep ravine. It was likely heavily guarded and they'd face this challenge without any backup or aerial support.

We'll get there when we land, Private! .... Lock and load ladies, we're coming in hot and they know we're here. Keep your eyes and feet moving. You freeze up, you're dead...Now, move, move, move, move!!! He barked! The aged soldier locked his helmet in place and chambered the first power cell. There was a chorus of retorting power cell clicks and charges.

The ramp lowered to a stream of incoming fire from an encampment beyond the tree line.

Unit one, right flank! Two and three, left flank! Four is with me! That means you, Private!

88 stepped into formation behind the commander and two other stormtroopers as they attempted to out maneuver the Ssi-Ruu. The reptilian creatures were spouting curses at the invading FO troops. 88 stores then into his databank...memory...and began laying down covering fire on a heavy repeater team. The commander had chosen a massive tree for cover and awaited the rest of unit four to catch up...

 

[WD-334]

Post: I
Location: Endor, Ground
Objective: 2
Allies: @IT-88 @Asharad Graush

WD-334 had taken up arms with the First Order. They were very much like the Old Empire. It was like reliving old memories it never knew it had in it's data-banks. The shuttle was a bit cramped, but it was a rather large droid. Positioned at the front of the shuttle, it would take most of the oncoming fire, if any, at the landing with it's armor. Something the war droid would gladly do in it's service. For so many years, it had a urge to be once more right in the think of it. The front lines, battling whatever was thrown at them. Even though in it's programming, it would see all enemies as 'Rebels!' and no doubt call everything that as well. But it would shoot them, no matter the difference.

The shuttle landed, and the ramp lowered to let a barrage of laser fire in. WD took many hits. Surprisingly the armor that had weakened over time held, but some damage was very evident from blast marks and a sudden limp on it's right leg. "Lay down your arms, Rebels! Surrender to the Empire!" he said over and over in binary as it fired the cannons on it's right side. All the while doing it's absolute best to protect those that it served against the onslaught.

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

BUNDUKI

Spoiler

Post: 01

Fingers gripped his blaster tightly, an unnecessary reaction to the nerves brought on by anticipation for what lay ahead. It was an odd chemical flow in his body that he had fought against for years now, a natural occurrence that no matter how hard they did try, the First Order indoctrination could not remove or even dampen within their stormtroopers. It was up to the individual to deal with them, all they could do was prepare them enough to be able to throw the nerves aside and do their job.

For RN-4655 it was one of the hardest tasks he had undergone in a while, nerves were easily removed when the blaster fire was a simulation. When every friend who died got back up at the end with a grunt it took away from the fearful realisation of war. This time however in the cramped interior of the atmospheric assault launcher he knew that when they got knocked down that was it, they weren’t getting back up.

The Ssi-Ruuk invasion had pushed into the First Order hard, yet they had faltered enough for the Supreme Leader to create a counter back at the lizards. The Ruination, ironically the second ship of such a name in orbit had been recalled from missions on the Alliance border in order to launch deep into the Bunduki sector and support the local forces against the rising rebellion and Ssi-Ruuk forces. Manpower was being established elsewhere and as such RN-4655 found himself and the rest of the 4th Battalion loaded up and shot straight at the planet in the first wave. Their mission, break the line and make sure that the second wave didn’t die as well. Simple.

A bump caused the stormtrooper to snap out of his momentary trance, the white pauldron on his shoulder digging uncomfortably against the joins in his arm, yet it was relevant, a reminder that he had a responsibility to the eight other men and women who made up his squad. The remaining of the 45 strong platoon were not his to command, yet he had to be as one with them as he was with his own squad.

“Thirty seconds.” A voice ran through his helmet, matched with the calm blues of the interior display shifting to the more aggressive and glare friendly red. He watched as his interior systems synced with the rest of his squadron, code names falling into the bottom right of his vision. He exhaled a deep breath happy that the helmet that they all wore covered his face.

“Ten Seconds.” He shifted his body, prepared for the drop. They had all been placed on the life expectancy of a minute once that door opened. He knew however a Stormtrooper could do a lot in a minute.

A sound like a raging inferno surrounded them and a bump that sent shivers up the legs of the stormtroopers within. The door collapsed before them and in an instant the air around them lit up with fire.
RN-4655 felt a trooper hit him as they fell backwards against him, the force of the shot that killed them making RN stumble as he passed over him in order to get out of the transport. The yells of the radio screamed through his helmet as he stepped over another trooper that had been cut down by the defensive lines of the Ssi-Ruuk and Bunduki Rebellion.
“Get out of this thing.” He spat down his own comm-link as his hand clasped on the back of one of his own troopers that had resorted to returning fire from within the carrier. “Move, move…”

War was hell.
He just had to try and survive the next minute.

 

[Torch]

Post: 1
Location: Endor
Objective: 2
Allies: First Order, [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="WD-334"]

Torch grabbed his flamethrower and made his way to the shuttle. Him and countless others were assigned to take the fight right to the rebels. About a mile or two away was where he was going to be dropped off at. Panic started to get to him as the ship neared the LZ. This was his first mission and he wasn't sure about how this was going to be. Given that he was a Flametrooper, he was certainly going to be in the back he though. The pilot landed the craft and yell "Good luck boys!" Men instantly poured out of the shuttle to their respective positions on the front lines. Blaster fire could be seen all around and Torch took a second to ready himself, then he ran off to the nearest leader he could find. He found [member="Asharad Graush"] coming out of the ship and began to shoot whoever he could with his spare DC-17. "Graush, where do you need me at?"

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Endor
Post: 4/38
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Ssi-Ruuk
Objective: Create an Ewok reserve (BYOO)

Of course, since Dunames' rifle was semi-automatic, she delivered rather precise but inconsistent sniper fire, much more so than the Ewoks' could fire their arrows: it was clear that, while she could score clean kills on each and every Ssi-Ruuk, she did so while Ewoks were clashing against them using highly primitive weapons. Plus it was hilarious to see the heads of Ssi-Ruuk being shot at by Ewok catapults, cutting off some of them. Nevertheless, it was needless to say, but Ewoks needed many more shots to kill Ssi-Ruuk than Dunames or Virginie needed to kill one. But, whereas the Empire of yesteryear were hunting down Ewoks, here the First Order was to defend them. Even though, among the highest echelons of the First Order power structure, Star Tours was at best tolerated when they must use it, the First Order populace has better feelings towards her company, and she knew that the Ewok reserve would be a good idea to endear the First Order people to her, especially if the Endor Express takes off.

"These Ssi-Ruuk are everywhere"

"Virginie, you're jittery"

"Can the Ewoks understand how grenades work?"

"Not sure but an air glider with grenade-throwing Ewoks rather than rocks would be much more effectie against the Ssi-Ruuk"

 

[Avicus DuSang]

Objective 5
Post: 2
Allies: [member="Castor Ren"] [member="Boo Chiyo"]

He nodded in return to Castor's bow. As his head raised, yellow eyes focused on the young cadet for a mere second. "A pleasure, gentlemen. Shall we?" he said, turning on his heel as he began walking along the rows of marines and officers. Indeed, the Meditation Sphere was a significant addition to the Resurgent-class. However, it had also been tailored by the Grand Moff as well. Her influence could be seen in the corridors lined with wood paneling and and elegant carpets that brought a certain warmth to the cold steel surrounding them.

"We shall be departing for Rattatak shortly. The flight should only be for a few hours." Stepping into a lift, he waited for his guests to join him before pushing the appropriate buttons. "I know this won't be an issue, but it's an extended courtesy extended to all non-military personnel that come aboard. Decks 12 and 13 are for authorized personnel only. And there are parts of decks 15 through 17 that have restricted access as well. These areas have armed guards stationed who are ordered to shoot-to-kill any trespassers. But, again, I don't see this becoming an issue."

The lift doors opened as Avicus stepped forward. "This is deck 4. It has a recreation hall and a mess hall where you can rest until we reach Rattatak." He walked up to large door, black tendrils of the force moved to the keypad as it opened up. Inside was a large, empty room with white walls, a white ceiling, and a black floor. "Or, if you prefer, you can use this time to train."

He walked to the center of the room, yellow eyes turning back to his guests. One hand came forward as his finger rested at the base of his blue goatee. "Cadet. I want you to hit me." Yellow eyes rested on the young Pantoran as a cold smile crept over his lips. "Let's see what you can bring to the table."

 

[Asharad Graush]

Post Three.
Objective Two.
Location: Several Miles out from Shield Generator.
Allies: [member="Torch"]
Enemies: Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium

A'sharad's lightsabre curved through reptilians left and right as they assaulted the transports. It cleaved what likely approximated as a wrist off, and then leapt towards the throat of the muscular creature and decapitated it in a swift cut. The golden beam of light continued to cut through the Ssi-Ruuks until he had finally made it outside and onto the ground of Endor. Surrounding them, were the Ssi-Ruuk themselves. Some captured stormtroopers and dragged them off and into the dark. Others barrelled through stormtroopers with their muscular forms.

Others likely brawled with them.

A'sharad twisted and dodged a tail that was sent towards him.

Off it went.

And then he took out the creature's legs.

When it collapsed, his right hand had dropped down to its chest and from the ends of the crushgaunts fingers, lightning sparked into its chest. With a Force aided throw, he launched the Ssi-Ruuk into the darkness after its innards were fried. In the darkness, he could see the movements of the Ssi-Ruuk, creatures that were sensitive to the light, and then the launched body exploded in a burst of purple and white lightning, scorching both the earth, trees, and its surrounding allies.

Had he not been wearing his helmet, he would've smelt the charred flesh.

But as any being, he had an active imagination. He could imagine what it could've smelled like, and then, he was approached. Someone from a nearby transport. A moment of relief. Shame. The black helmet that Darth Vyrassu bore turned towards the one who spoke.

Graush. Where do you need me?

The Landing Zone was evidently a mess. It was attacked, blaster fire everywhere.

"Shine light on them," and then the Sith Knight was gone, golden lightsabre beam leading the remainder of his stormtroopers through the darkness and towards the Shield Generator.

 

[Torch]

Torch was a little upset with the orders given to him by [member="Asharad Graush"] .

"Sir, I'd like to go with you up to the shield generator, I'd be better use there. But I'll remain here if you require such."

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: Endor,entering Gorax cave.
Objective: 3
Allies: [member="Darth Veles"],[member="Isla Ashen"],[member="Misha Ren"]
Post: 2

Kyrel,and the Stormtroopers were at the cave's entrance. He stood there momentarily sensing something in the force. He thought to himself. 'Ah, more are coming.' He knew that the other Ren were coming,and would most likely need the help for what is to come. He also sensed another presence within the cave and had no idea of who,or what it was. That is what he intended to find out,regardless of who it was he would kill the person and claim the armor. His mind also wandered to that of the armor. He felt pure excitement realizing how close it was. He had wanted to claim for himself,but still he had no idea what the Ren would want with it. So if he got lucky he could at least get a piece,that is if the Ren would allow it.

He snapped himself out of his thoughts. Realizing that he was still at the entrance of the cave. He started walking in a ambitious stride having no fear of what could be on the other side,still remaining on guard just in case. He activated his lightsaber,the red blade igniting from it's hilt with a sharp hiss. The commander said quietly as they entered into the cave's dark depths. "Alright men flashlights on." The stormtroopers followed suit activating their flashlights. The dark cave was bare in it's entirely. Thanks to the illumination of both the sabers,and flashlights,they saw many details such as the stalactites and stalactites. The most important was the path that lied before them,for it most likely led into the Gorax lair. They walked the path,the troopers remaining on their guards. The commander spoke to Kyrel following him closely. "Uh sir. Forgive me,but their isn't anything that's right about this cave. The men are spooked." Kyrel responded reassuringly. "I can see why Commander. Look closely up ahead." He pointed his saber forward,as they are walking. What was laid out before them was shocking. Several different types of bones were strewn all along their path. Nonetheless Kyrel pressed on. They walked several more feet before stopping.

Kyrel looked around for a minute,before finally asking the commander Curiously. "Do you hear that commander?" The commander replied knowingly. "Yes sir. Looks like we are not alone." Their were the sound of eerily clicks,and the what seemed to be legs echoing all across the cave. It got closer and closer,and Kyrel went into a defensive stance telling not only the commander but the rest of the men. "Prepare yourselves,we have company." The stormtroopers quickly went into their battle ready stances. Aiming their blasters cautiously at the sound of the clicks. Kyrel could sense the fear within the men as the sound got closer. They were swinging there blasters wildly,as it felt like the sounds were coming all around the cave at once.

Than it happened. A scream was heard within the group. The group reacted quickly,the lights focusing on the source of the scream. What they saw was the legs of a stormtrooper frantically swinging upwards,and the legs of a hairy arachnid as well. The stromtrooper was still screaming when the lights focused on the spider. The spider hissed when the light was shined upon it,and bit into the stromtrooper. The commander shouted aloud. "Open fire!!" The sound of blasterbolts filled the air,targeting the arachnid dangling with the now dead trooper. The spider let out a loud shriek as it met it's end falling to the ground with a thud. Than the clicking stopped,turning into a loud sharp hiss attacking the group from all sides. Kyrel swung his blade,landing a horizontal slash at a spider that was jumping at him. The spider's legs were severed,and screeched in pain landing dead on the ground.

The stormtroopers fired at the arachnids,that were encroaching upon their position. Several arachnids fell to blaster bolt's but it still wasn't enough. Kyrel landed a vertical slash on yet another arachnid,attempting to create some room for the group. Kyrel kept up his assault killing several more arachnids. The commander shouted frantically at Kyrel still firing at the spiders that just kept coming. "Sir,We need reinforcements." Kyrel responded knowingly,after just landing a falling avalanche strike on a spider cutting it in half. "Have faith help will come." Kyrel was calm and he was confident that the other Ren would arrive. The defense kept holding out cutting down spider after spider as it seemed that their were at least 50 of them against the 5 of the little group that Kyrel was in.

[member="Warok the Defiler"]

 

[IT-88]

#2
Endor
Objective: Land Battle
Gear: Armor Primary Secondary Melee
Allies: [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Torch"] [member="WD-334"]
Enemies: Ssi-Ruu


The Commander looked out where the Ssi-Ruu soldiers had camped, they had a heavy repeater pointed right at Units One, Two and Three. It was pertinent that is was removed, but doing so meant facing it head on.

Commander, I'll draw it's fire! Yelled some young corporal. In earnest, he rushed out towards the gun, but before the commander could yell his counter, a Ssi-Ruu pounced on him from behind a tree and eviscerated him. His cries fell upon deaf ears beyond the cacophony of the repeater fire. 88 ducked out from behind the tree and sprinted towards the reptile that had attack his comrade. His rifle spitting bolts into the dragon, ripping its scales apart. 88 continued up the hill to the enemy line while the commander and the other private gave suppressing fire.

Tossing a grenade, the explosion preceded the unit's charge, quickly followed up by the rest of Beta Squad. The small outpost stood little chance once Unit Four had gained enough ground to occupy the Ssi-Ruu's attention, while the rest of the squad rush and overran the enemy line.

This is Beta Squad to Command. We have secured our LZ and proceeding onto objective two. The commander called over the comms. Now, Beta Squad could move on to securing a flanking line for the main forces.

 

[Soeht]

Bakuran Deception​

The following day…

Escorted by two Kurtzen bodyguards, Prime Minister Captison entered Senior Senator Belden’s luxury apartment.

“Thanks for taking the time to visit, Prime Minister,” greeted Belden with a hand extended.

“It’s a pleasure, Senior Senator,” gently replied Captison as she shook Belden’s hand.

Ordering her bodyguards, Captison told them, “Wait outside, please. This shouldn’t take long.”

After the two bodyguards exited the apartment, Captison rubbed the temples of her forehead in apparent frustration.

“I’m still ticked off at that speech you gave yesterday, Dol,” she said.

A bit of laughter escaped Belden as he motioned for Captison to follow him deeper into the apartment.

“I was kind of hoping it did, Blaire,” quipped Belden. He then motioned for Captison to take a seat on a couch.

Once Captison sat down, she then said, “I hope you’re not serious, though...”

Then, the cold settled within the apartment. Without warning, the top of Captison’s head was grasped by Soeht - who stood behind her. Captison never knew where Soeht came from or how she never noticed him in the apartment in the first place.

Red lightning arced from Soeht’s fingertips and coursed through Captison’s body - beginning the ritual to take over her will.

After an hour, Captison exited Belden’s apartment without any signs of being attacked. Her bodyguards, still at their posts, followed her out of the Residential District.

Before leaving the apartment, Captison was given orders to prepare for the First Order diplomats’ arrival. Soeht would be by her side as her “bodyguard.”

[member="Sentiri"] [member="Sage Annel"]

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Endor
Objective: 3
[member="Thomas Kyrel"] [member="Misha Ren"] [member="Isla Ashen"] [member="Warok the Defiler"]


No Ssi-Ruuk were unfortunate enough to cross his path. At first this suspicious lack of opposition concerned Veles as he crept through Endor’s forest, his senses constantly ready for a trap. Only after his dark clothed figure neared the destination came the silent acceptance that most Ssi-Ruuk forces were likely busy with the First Order’s war machine. Several more steps forth across Endor’s soil, completely soundless, and the Darth’s mind noticed several signatures, signalling he was in the right spot, but not the first to arrive. He slipped behind cover and frowned, cybernetic eye studying this dark hole of a cave, not an inviting sight in itself; for someone intimately familiar with shadows and the dark side’s corrupting touch though, it wasn’t enough to scare him away.

According to the sound of blaster fire coming from within, flashes of red lights and screams, Veles was fashionably late to the party. He could only speculate about the current occupants and their allegiance except for the common devotion to the dark side of the Force. Such competition spelled danger and Veles preferred to remain on the safe side, thus he silenced his signature and presence in the Force, keeping both from spilling out and announcing his arrival. Next came calling upon shadows and darkness, both abundant under the night’s reign and the high ceiling of branches and foliage. Darth Veles effectively vanished from existence, disappearing like steam over a boiling pot. A single twirl of the cool, curved weapon in his hand and he set forth.

Even after all these years, Darth Vader’s armour still contained a part of its owner’s chilling essence, drawing in creatures of the night. Death could be smelled in the air, a sickening scent of rotting flesh. Whitened bones desperately wished to crunch and crack beneath the cyborg’s boots when he strode over them, but Veles was a cautious creature, unnaturally twisting sound to stay silent in his nearest vicinity. Never one to interrupt when his competition squabbled, he ignored the Ren and his troops. The same went for the spiders they fought – careful in his step, the amphibious Darth kept a respectful distance from all combatants and ventured deeper into the cave, cybernetic eyesight allowing him to penetrate darkness and see the moist, mossy walls that led him through their slimy bowels.

The stench had gotten worse, air putrid and smelling of decaying years. Offering no facial expression to voice discomfort, Veles noted movement right in front of himself, a large shadow clawing through the white veils of cobwebs. One shift motion pushed the Mon Cal’s body back, glued to the wall and letting the unaware spider pass undisturbed.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Endor
Post: 5/38
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Ssi-Ruuk
Objective: Create an Ewok reserve (BYOO)

Dunames transformed into an Ewok, carrying what would be, for an Ewok, an oversized gun, or even field artillery: she had a plan that consisted into using the glider to shoot at the Sri-Ruuk from above, at the cost of both the pain inflicted by the MR-74, and the pain she would have to sustain to stay in her Ewok form, the oversized rifle would be longer than the hang glider, so the plan wouldn't work in that form. But before she could carry out the plan with grenades, she would need to hand over the MR-74 and its remaining ammunition to Virginie, and use Virginie's F-11D to fire at the Ssi-Ruuk once the grenades have run out. Luckily the Ewok lines haven't been breached, and so Dunames could hide behind a tree to transform into an Ewok, and then walk up to Virginie's position. And the arrows of the Ewoks are rather inconsistent in their ability to take out the Ssi-Ruuk: they may be able to penetrate stormtrooper armor, but Ssi-Ruuk are tougher than the average stromtrooper.

"Give me your grenades" Dunames asked Virginie, in her Ewok form. "And your blaster as well"

"What are you planning on doing?" Virginie asked Dunames, surprised that she could transform into an Ewok.

"My ability to shape-shift is a well-kept secret among First Orderers. I will transform into an Ewok, use one of their hang gliders and throw grenades at the Ssi-Ruuk. Just take my rifle and my ammunition. It may be a little oversized in which case just lie prone on the ground and aim at Ssi-Ruuk"

"All right, I hope I can fire it"

 

[Isar]

Endor
Gorax Cave
[member="Thomas Kyrel"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Isla Ashen"] | [member="Misha Ren"]

The scent of mildew and rot pervaded the air. Foul words dripped from pudgy lips in a manic sing-song. The words flowed together in a creole pot of languages. Amid the brew rose the harsh, guttural tongue of the Kissai; the halting mountains and valleys of the Dathomiri; and the sharp growls of Ewokese. The whispers blurred together in a vast miasmatic skein.

All at once, sorcery burst forth within the Force and flooded the cavern, infecting the minds of a handful of First Order stormtroopers with a sickening power. The hapless soldiers, spurred by the terror of the arachnids, whirled upon their own friends and opened fire. The storm of ensuing plasma bolts lit the darkness of the cave in staccato bursts of searing red light.

A few heartbeats later and the whispering stopped.

Black wings fluttered in front of Veles. A raven alighted before him. It hopped forward a few steps and gave a shrieking caw. The beak continued to open, wider and wider. The skin of the raven boiled. It contorted, wings breaking with snaps, body undulating, beak still opening wider until at last it exploded in a spray of feathers.

Warok stepped out from inside the swirling detritus.

"Knight of Ren, Knight of Rent, rent and torn, Knights of Ren."
He giggled. "Where do the spirits take you, Knight of Rent?"