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

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 2

"Our top priority," said the military intelligence briefer as he indicated a map of the continent, showing Salis D'aar with its concentric circles as the focal point. He circled it with a laser pointer. "Is the security of the diplomatic meetings. Grand Moff Fortan and Supreme Commander Vaas have both underlined the very important reasons for securing the cooperation and annexation of the Bakurans, so I won't belabor the point, but suffice it to say that it is of primary importance. Now, reports indicate that there is a possible Ssi-Ruuk incursion in this area, here." The laser pointer went across the map to an unpopulated coastal area, where a few icons blinked on the holomap. "Major la Fortune, you'll take a contingent out to the area and give us a report. If there is a Ssi-Ruuk threat, you will engage them and we will send reinforcements to back you up. Under no circumstances can we allow the Ssi-Ruuk, or anything else, interrupt the negotiations. Any questions?"

Fenix studied the map for a few moments, then shook his head. "None. I'll get my men geared up."

Twenty minutes later, there were thirty men waiting on the landing pad, each holding a pair of weapons -- one energy, one kinetic, to be able to address any threat, and Fenix strode up the ramp towards the shuttle. "All right, fellows," said Fenix loudly. "Everyone stay sharp. Standard protocols. Load up." He watched as they loaded up, counting them as they entered the shuttle, then followed them aboard and spoke into his comlink. "We're on board and ready to travel as you're ready."

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Battlegroup Imperator
Location: En-route to Endor
Objective: I
Post: I

The formation of star destroyers and their smaller, agile escorts made a cracking pace through their deployment to the Endor system. Carlyle had been rather anxious to see the battle. Although he was a now seasoned veteran of combat, he wasn't used to two things. The first is the tactics of these beast, and secondly the amount of ships under his command. Although Carlyle had been in command of the battlegroup for months, it felt like a daunting task trying to command such a fleet.

"Commodore!" A voice called from the crew pits, "We are thirty minutes from deployment."

Carlyle took in a deep breath and walked forward through the bridge, "Good, good," He said quietly, "How are our comrades doing?"

Radar took lead, "All ships are appearing on our scopes, and on schedule."

Carlyle nodded again and reached into his jacket, taking a flask of Corellian ale which he promptly swigged. "They say that the Battle of Castameer was the largest fleet assembled since Endor," He announced to no one at all in particularly, "Well this is our Endor lads, today we stand as the defenders of Palpatine's empire, and the legacy of our forefathers. Today we end an existential threat to us, and further consolidate our power!"

[member="Ludolf Vaas"] [member="Aran Piett"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

Post 2

As soon as she was given green she was passed down some orders through her com from SFC, she was to immediately go to bakura to provide some troops there air support

She and bolt flight took off and into hyperspace, she came out as she got a direct line to [member="Fenix la Fortune"] to confirm her flight was there* major la fortune this is bolt flight of the 100th we are here to provide close air support at your mark and call * she said as she came in and gave a gentle fly by and then a circle

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Endor
Post: 12/38
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Ssi-Ruuk
Objective: Create an Ewok reserve (BYOO)

"I am Dunames Lopez, and my First Order friends are here on this planet to free you from the Ssi-Ruuk"

"<I am Dunames Lopez, and my First Order friends are here on this planet to free you from the Ssi-Ruuk>" Merrily repeated, knowing that Dunames didn't speak Ewokese.

"<We would be very interested in telling our fellow tribesmen about how the First Order came to even fight the Ssi-Ruuk on Endor>" the chieftain of the tribe asked the two First Orderer women.

"<Roger>"

The Ewoks sat in a large circle around the bonfire, listening to Merrily's logs from Dunames' adventures with the First Order. By now it became clear to the Ewoks that, usually, wherever the First Order went, Star Tours was not far behind. Star Tours was described as one of the "shadow actors" in the cast of characters of the First Order's epic odyssey across Wild Space. The ski resort on Hoth, the graveyard on Jiroch-Reslia, the podracing track on Lanteeb. Even though the relationship of Star Tours to the First Order was growing increasingly strained by the day, for the galaxy at large, the company was still associated with the First Order. They serviced virtually every single location in FO space, if only with commuter ships. The two women were mystified to hear Merrily's robotic voice straining the limit of its vocabulator. But it also mystified the Ewoks, who listened to the First Order and, understandably, where Star Tours stood in it.

 

[Isla Ashen]

Location: Endor
Objective: 3 - Recover Armor/Slay Gorax
Allies: [member="Misha Ren"], [member="Thomas Kyrel"], [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Greifen Ren"], [member="Skylar Walker"]
In the area: [member="Warok the Defiler"], [member="Perth Levov"]
Post: 4

After a few moments, Isla stepped over the corpse of the cave spider, now turned belly up towards the ceiling of the cave. With a path forward cleared, she continued on with her Ren companions. Soon, she paused as the tunnel seemed to open up, giving them a bit more room to breathe. However, it was not quite enough to calm the sense of claustrophobia that crept into her chest. The cramped quarters and the abundance of bodies did little to ease her mind. And though she felt like the air was being pressed out of her lungs, she took a breath to steady herself. All the while, her pale face remained neutral and almost edging on stern.

She snapped back to the present at the sound of a very familiar voice.

It was Avreet, better known to most as Darth Veles. Isla set her emerald gaze upon the Mon Cal, and offered him a quick but polite nod. Her head tilted to the side slightly at his choice of words, trying and failing to remember a time when anyone had ever called her sweet. Isla had encountered the Sith Lord several times, and on those occasions he had gained her trust and respect. Isla knew he was different than most Sith, and just a bit unorthodox in his ways.

“And you, my friend.” She spoke simply to Veles, adding a very slight smile.

Isla remained quiet as the rest began to converse. However, she turned slightly as Greifen Ren called out to an unfamiliar presence that was moving in their direction. Her brows rose slightly, musing about the type of person that might wander alone into such a place. As her eyes turned back towards the spot where Veles once stood, she found only an empty space. Indeed, she was well aware of his skills. He was crafty and slick as the shadows. Though he had worked in concert with the Ren in the past, she had to wonder if he had his own reasons for being here.

 

[Isar]

THE CAVE
[member="Greifen Ren"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Isla Ashen"] | [member="Thomas Kyrel"]

"Oh he hides. He tries to hide," Warok said of the Mon Cal's disappearance. "But the spirits speak to me. They whisper in my ear."

Both fluffy round ears wiggled back and forth.

"Come, Rent Knights, I will show you where he goes. Come, come. I will lead you on his path."

And with that, Warok began to follow Veles' footprints in the grime of the ground. In the murk of the caverns few would be able to spot such marks, but the warlock possessed abilities few knew of and fewer still wielded with any semblance of true knowing. The footprints were not all he followed, though they were the most mundane and reliable source for tracking the elusive Mon Cal. Warok knew the direction of the armor, for this was his home world after all. He knew things these off worlders did not. The deeper secrets of the earth and air.

They did not listen to the whispers of the spirits, too absorbed with their own quests for power. But Warok listened. They spoke to him and he answered and he learned. Thus, his own power grew. And long had it grown since the days when first he left this forest moon; long and thick like the roots of the spirit trees. Some would seek to test such roots. To see how far he might bend when they blew. The answer was quite simple: not far.

 

[Sage Annel]

Bakura
Post: 2
[member="Sentiri"] [member="Soeht"]

Sage thanked herself for her discretion in not opening the conversation with the Bakuran officials without the initiation of Sentiri. The Deputy Director's interjection at Molly Tara's comment was evidence enough that Agent Annel had chosen correctly in biting her tongue. She was glad that the one receiving Sentiri's cold gaze was the Bakuran. In Sage's short time with the FOSB she had already noted that Rule #1 was not to undercut the chain of command, and Sentiri did not play fast and loose with this Prime Directive. Staving off the Lizard Men was a priority, sure, but job security was also paramount on this major assignment. Had she answered the Bakuran, she likely would have agreed with her statement: the Senior Senator was a man, and Sage rarely doubted her powers of persuasion when it came to members of that sex. She would have to be responsible, of course, but she had certainly been brought along on this mission because of this "talent," rather than in spite of it.

The town home of the Prime Minister was modest, to say the least, but the neighborhood seemed nice enough. Perhaps any ostentation had been done away with in hopes of detracting from ulterior motives that may be present in the First Order's annexation of the planet, or perhaps it was merely a more simple place than the large government buildings on Dosuun. Either way, Sage felt underdressed for a lavish occasion, so the quaint town home was perfectly acceptable.

Once the party was inside, Sage immediately found herself shaking hands with the Deputy Prime Minister, Tycho Harris. Tycho was an impressive man, cut from the cloth of most First Order politicians: stately, square-jawed, a handshake that says I squeeze a lot of stress balls. Sage locked eyes with him for an extra moment while she introduced herself. This was more for her sake than his, Sage knowing well that machinations of the First Order had put Harris into this position so that he may assume leadership of the planet in the event of a need to be rid of Capiston. Sage wanted to be sure that she had made an impression on the man who may soon be Prime Minister of a newly annexed planet, since entry into the First Order often required a little help from operatives of the First Order. This meant more opportunities for positions of power for the young Agent in the future.

She also just wanted Sentiri to see that Sage had done her homework, and knew who the FO plants were. Sage did feel, after all, that she had to prove her worth beyond smelling good.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Endor
Post: 13/38
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Ssi-Ruuk
Objective: Create an Ewok reserve (BYOO)

While Dunames could assume the physical shape of an Ewok, it doesn't extent to its mass or cultural attributes, much less language: for this reason, she always seemed to rely on the WA-7 unit for protocol. That was a little short, heavily summarized, yes, but while Merrily knew about Ewokese due to it being in its database of 10,000 languages or so, the cultures associated with the native speakers of said languages were completely out of touch. Dunames was a little out of touch from the Ewoks but that could be forgiven: it was hard for her to keep track of just a few dozen cultures, and Ewoks only started being on Star Tours' radar after the adventures on Gandle Ott. Normally each product manager would need to have the incumbent possess at least a working knowledge of the culture of the destination - and, while Virginie always wanted to become one, she had to be reassigned to another project when it became clear that Cademimu was going to fail as a Beaches of the Dark Side destination. And Dunames was soon going to go to bed... or whatever the Ewoks used for beds.

"<You shall sleep under the stars tonight right here in Bright Tree Village. Any business you wish to conduct on behalf of the First Order will have to wait until tomorrow>" the chieftain told Dunames.

"Thus there are two versions of the advertisement for the Endor Express: either you sleep under the stars or come spend an afternoon or the entire day with the lovable Ewoks in their charming tribal villages"

"The sleep under the stars version was active as of 1 BBY, while the come spend an afternoon or the entire day one was in use by 4 ABY"

"Virginie, how come you know so well which ads were in use by the old Star Tours? You have realized by now that today's Star Tours is quite different from the Star Tours of that era"

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Post: 6
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Aran Piett"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

Outside the viewport of the Vader, a Ssi-Ruuk corvette exploded as its hull cracked in two. Another blaze in the Endor sky.

At the same time, another rattle rocked through the First Order ship, and this time Ludolf had to grip the side of the control panel with white knuckles to steady himself. The First Order had charged forward and effectively pierced the Ssi-Ruuk fleet in twain. The enemy fleet was beginning to take heavy casualties, but that did not stop them from following the only tactic they had left, which was to focus-fire the Vader itself. Perhaps they thought that if they removed First Order High Command, the First Order fleet would simply dissipate in chaos and confusion. It was a valiant plan; and probably what Vaas would have done were he in their situation.

"Supreme Commander! Frontal shields are draining!" One of Vaas' Commander subordinates reported beside him.

"Pull back and disengage," Vaas ordered. Perhaps, in their quest to destroy the Vader, the Ssi-Ruuvi would overextend their own forces in the pursuit.

Ludolf looked down at the nearest radar screen. The First Order was not out of tricks yet. "Patch me through to Battlegroup Imperator's lead ship."

Within moments, the blue holographic visage of Supreme Commander Vaas appeared before Carlyle.

"Immediate assistance required," Ludolf stood tall and firm, seeming unphased by the explosions from the window behind him and the rumbling of the floor underneath his feet. "The Vader requires your protection, Commodore Rausgeber. Target the enemy corvettes." Then, a pause.

"Make your Iron Sun shine, Rausgeber. Hail Sieger."

 

[Asharad Graush]

Objective 2.

After the Platoon, Zerek, that is, broke off from the first landing zone, Darth Vyrassu had led the charge through the dark forests of Endor, his golden lightsabre painting a dim path through the dark for the shield generator. Numerous other soldiers like [member="Torch"] and likely others had joined up with them, but the Sith Knight barely paid them any heed. At this point in time they were at least just an hour on foot, away from the target generators.

Thousands of other stormtroopers were landing in different locations, surrounding the shield generator. Some had orders to assault, others had orders to repel counterattacks. In A'sharad's minds' eye, it was all a mess, too much to keep track of.

His lightsabre slashed through a Ssi-Ruuk whose claws slashed across his chest violently.

Those talons were met with phrik plates.

Barely registered, and then it was on the floor, cauterized wound and its head resting some metres away.

"Close in on the shield generator. Light up the forests."

 

[Perth Levov]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M43wsiNBwmo

Perth weighed up her options and in a nano-second decided on the best course of action. And given running was not in her make-up, she opted for the second-best choice.

So she stepped forward, her hands in plain view, her ‘borrowed’ saber clipped to her belt and hidden beneath her black cloak. Her hood was down, so her face was easily seen, her skin pale and her hair dark – but the striking aspect was the lack of pigmentation in her irises – her pupils showing black against the almost transparent outer ring.

She took only a couple of steps. Far enough from the shadows to show she was no longer hiding and not far enough to present an obvious threat. And against any one of them, she might have stood a chance, but against a small group? She knew the odds and made the judgement call. Plus she did not have anything against them, she merely wished to find out what had drawn her here. No more and no less. Who ended up with whatever it was, she did not care – as long as any knowledge was shared, assuming there was any to be had of course.

She glanced around, her head turning slowly as she took in those visible. If things did turn nasty, she had to consider the options available – she was a trained warrior and this was little more than an instinct for her.

[member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Isla Ashen"] [member="Greifen Ren"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Thomas Kyrel"]

 

[Asharad Graush]

Objective 2.
[member="WD-334"], [member="Torch"], [member="IT-88"]

The host of stormtroopers that General Graush led had come to a stop. They were halted at a slight incline. A clearing void of trees, but most certainly filled with the controlled Ssi-Ruuk slaves. It was a mixture of multiple species. Some were the Sky People from Skye, from one of their previous attacks. Others were Ewoks, obviously from Endor, and there were other humans were unfortunate enough to be caught by the Ssi-Ruuk. In the Force, deep within, A'sharad could feel their grief. The pain they felt.

Behind his helmet, he closed his eyes.

There was no saving these people, not that he would if there was even a chance to do so.

He spun the golden lightsabre in his palm, the slight fluctuations in sound as the beam passed his helmet vertically sounding through the audio inputs of the helmet.

"Sir, we're in position," he heard over his commlink. He opened his eyes, and by the time he did that he could see the HUD acquiring the friendly designations of stormtroopers circling the clearing. Sharpshooters primarily.

"Kill."

And in the space of a heartbeat later, the clearing was filled with bolts of all colours.

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: Fornow
Objective 8
Allies: First Order, Graug/Zambrano forces
Enemies: Slave Rebels, Ssi-Ruuk invaders

Imperial artillery blasted through the night signifying the start of battle. A lone AT-AT marched across the horizon laying heavy fire down on the fortified position of the Ssi-Ruuk ship, at the walker's feet a group of five AT-STs equpied with anti-air missiles stuck closer to their larger counter part, ready to blow an Ssi-Ruuk speeders and ships who dared approach out of the sky and below them dozens of squads of Stormtroopers swarmed the surface, pinning down and executing any Ssi-Ruuk soldiers. A shield generator had been deployed by the Ssi-Ruuk to prevent direct damage on their ship from an attack like this but the Imperial assault was still putting pressure on the defenders. The ship may have been protected but the surrounding Ssi-Ruuk positions were not. Camps filled with the lizard like aliens were blasted and hastily built turrets on the ground destroyed. The Ssi-Ruuk had been caught unprepared, believing the slave revolt had allowed them more time. At first the Imperials only had to leisurely march to gain ground but the closer they drew to the Ssi-Ruuk headquarters, the heavier the fighting got until the infantry had to hold back or face intense casualties storming Ssi-Ruuk positions. In their haste, the ground troops had advanced a little ways ahead of the Walker support and while they'd successfully been able to capture several key defences in the rush, they'd now have to wait for the heavy vehicles to move in before they could advance further. That or await aid from under the surface...

*Crash*​

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The rocks crumbled away and a cloud of dust and dirt filled their place. The child-like figure of Samka Derith strode through the haze and into the cavern. The entrance she was using had been sealed by the Graug long ago but it didn't take much to 'reopen' entrances blocked by rock and dirt with the Force as an ally.

Clearing her throat of the dust with a short cough, Sam strode into the tunnel and began to wipe the marks off her uniform and rustle a hand through her hair. She found herself in these filthy environments far more often than she was happy with. Caves, ruins and even polluted sewage pipes. Now the mining tunnels of slaves. She sighed under her breath at the luck of her assignments.

You can have a scented bubble bath later, Samy. Stop cleaning and start cleaving.

Sam blinked at the voice in her head. It was that pestering, bloodthirsty one which always enjoyed bothering her but never had it spoken so directly. 'Samy'? No one had called her that for... many years. But it had a point for once, their soldiers were fighting and dying while she brushed dirt from her hair. So she quickly picked up her pace, following where the Force was calling to her.

The stench of the tunnels was awful, a musty smell combined with various chemicals and exposed minerals along with the more familiar odour of death. Turning around a corner, the young Ren saw why. Bodies lined the tunnel of slaves and captors alike. Pausing next to the corpse of a Graug slouched along the wall, Sam noticed his face had been beaten beyond recognition. Blunt tools meant to be used for mining had brutalised the alien leaving his skull caved in and jaw dislodged, it was an unpleasant sight and on inspection, many of the other bodies shared similar grotesque wounds.

Delicately side stepping past the corpses, Sam continued onwards, the sound of battle above intensifying and occasionally causing the tunnel to rumble. She could sense danger up ahead but just what she couldn't be certain.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Endor
Post: 14/38
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Ssi-Ruuk
Objective: Create an Ewok reserve (BYOO)

After getting a good night of sleep, and with Merrily being shut down for a while, the two ladies are well-rested and the morning meal is still some leftover Ssi-Ruuk meat, cooked like long pork, that was left unfinished from last night, being alchemized before the meat was served the first time. Dunames realized that the casualties were rather heavy for Bright Tree Village to be eating alchemized Ssi-Ruuk for two meals rather than one. They ate Ssi-Ruuk last night but would alchemizing allow the Ewoks to keep Ssi-Ruuk meat fresh after a night? Plus their methods of cooking may seem a little primitive, and unrefined to boot. Tournebroche above an open-air fire? That was a thing for pretty much any species capable of using fire. And she would imagine the finest long-pork chefs in the galaxy having a much better presentation of a long pork chop meal than the Ewoks, but the Ewoks are charming because they can make do with stone-age techniques.

"So we killed enough Ssi-Ruuk to last the village for a while apparently"

"Reminds me of stuff the Sith factions would do but I would chalk that up to Ewok diets"

"<Bon appétit!>" the Ewok chieftain told the assembled crowd.

"Ssi-Ruuk meat tastes like lobster"

 

[Asharad Graush]

Objective Two.

For the most part within the clearing it was a slaughter. The slave soldiers put in place by the Dinosaur Imperium were met by the unity and might of the Imperial Warmachine. Crimson bolts scorched human and alien flesh alike. The Ssi-Ruuk were impervious to weaker sorts of blaster bolts, but their mind controlled servants were not. They were mowed down in droves, and before they even came up with the decision of retreating out of the clearing, Darth Vyrassu was already at the other end of the of the clearing with a select few stormtroopers.

On the ground around them were dozens of bodies and limbs surrounding them. It was at that time that A'sharad called for the halt.

With the lines of the Imperium being pushed back, it allowed for dropships from the outskirts of the First Order's Landing Zones to bring in additional reinforcements who weren't in combat yet.

Hundreds of stormtroopers, dozens of squads, nearly three companies were reinforcing the final assault upon the shield generators.

From the order of General Graush, several operatives from the First Order's Security Bureau were present, hidden from the enemy and giving them information on their actions. They were shoring up their defenses. The First Order's vehicles wouldn't be able to get through the trees, not that armoured companies were seeing much action on this day, or rather, night anyway. The Sith Knight had communicated the aforementioned information to his colonels, and majors below them.

"A perimeter is being established, as ordered General Graush."

"Good. We shall begin the final assault within the hour."

"Of course, General."

"Additionally, send me the reports from other staging grounds and landing zones. I want to know when everyone is in position."

 

[Aran Piett]

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Objective: I. Engage the Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium fleet over Endor...and search the salvage of the Death Star II​

Location: Orbit over Endor, FIV Subjugator​

Allies: The First Order​

Enemies: Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium​

Post: 3​

Cyrus Tregessarhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/2118-cyrus-tregessar/http://starwarsrp.net/user/2118-cyrus-tregessar/ | Tanomas Graf | [member="Ludolf Vaas"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]​

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Aran's forces started to take some hits from the Ssi-Ruuvi fleet, but for the most part it seemed like his plan was working to envelope them and get them into a crossfire. In the distance he could see Vaas' forces getting hit with the brunt of the enemy fleet, but they were holding their own as well. Ship after ship would explode bulkheads would collapse, leading to decompression and loss of lives. Like over Virgilia Aran's corvettes didn't fair well, they were either destroyed or disabled pretty quickly. The Subjugator's shields holding, but so many fighters and no fighter support of his own made that difficult. The crew rushing about making sure everything was in the right positions, Aran looking out of the bridge viewport, looked on at the carnage over Endor. So many lives lost on both sides, but this was for the good of the Order. ​

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"Commodore, my line has moved in behind the Ssi-Ruuvi fleet and are engaging, my corvettes have been lost, but my cruisers are holding. Shall we tighten the noose?"​

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Aran at this point awaited for futher orders from high command, his ships still blocking the retreat of the enemy making sure none escaped to fight again.​

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Post: 7
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Aran Piett"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

The Vader had moved out of range of the battle temporarily, a momentary retreat which allowed the First Order forces to briefly reorganize. The casualties were beginning to mount on both sides, though from Vaas' estimation it seemed that the Ssi-Ruuvi were getting hit harder. However, their fleet was larger, and the First Order would need to make a decisive move soon or risk losing the war of attrition.

An incoming communique from Commander Piett caught Ludolf's attention. Moving toward the holocommunicator, Vaas replied to the frequency of the FIV Subjugator. "Engage in offensive maneuvers, repeat, engage!" If he survived the battle, and depending on his performance here, Commander Piett might find himself up for promotion as well as commendation.

Ludolf turned to his Commander on board. "Launch all Alert-5 aircraft. And get me General Graush's frequency." The Vader was now going to throw every last starfighter it had into the battle, to assist with the efforts of not only the FIV Subjugator, but the other nearby ships as well. It was all or nothing now.

Ludolf stepped again into the holoprojector. This time his recipient was [member="Asharad Graush"], who was leading the ground battle on Endor's surface. If the First Order could crack the shield generator and destroy the Ssi-Ruuvi flagship, it would most likely end the battle right there... but they were running out of time. Within a few seconds, Vaas' blue holographic image appeared on Graush's holoprojector.

"Status report, General."

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Endor
Post: 15/38
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Ssi-Ruuk
Objective: Create an Ewok reserve (BYOO)

After eating what seemed to be one long pork chop too many, Dunames was finished eating the Ssi-Ruuk-based long pork cooked by the Ewok shaman that cooked dead Ssi-Ruuk soldiers. Once the long pork was cooked, there was no going back. How long will that reserve of dead Ssi-Ruuk last the Ewoks? she thought. She may not know anything at all about alchemy but a non-alchemy-based method would involve keeping the meat inside vacuum bags. Once the Ewok morning feast settles down, the Ewok residents of Bright Tree Village are assembled in a circle with the chieftain at its center. Because, this time around, the subject of these negotiations carries implications for the village, as well as the region surronding it. An Ewok reserve that may probably span several tribal villages, like Hanging Moss Village, and not just Bright Tree Village of what lies on ground level beneath the Village.

"<As mentioned last night, these humans are First Order envoys, representing a company called Star Tours. What is Star Tours' interest on the Forest Moon of Endor?>" the chieftain asked Merrily.

"What's our goals on the Moon of Endor?"

"We wish to create an Ewok reserve so that the Ewoks can preserve their ancestral lifestyle; the First Order will defend the Moon of Endor"

"<Rumors abound that the First Order will bring in tourists to the Moon of Endor once the reserve is established>"

 

[Aran Piett]

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Objective: I. Engage the Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium fleet over Endor...and search the salvage of the Death Star II​

Location: Orbit over Endor, FIV Subjugator​

Allies: The First Order​

Enemies: Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium​

Post: 4​

[member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] | [member="Ludolf Vaas"] |[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]​

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"Sir message from Supreme Commander Vaas."​

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"What does it read?"​

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" 'Engage in offensive maneuvers, repeat, engage!' "​

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"Alert all commands to press our flank. Helmsman take us to 28 decimal 39. Gunnery crews target their cruisers, and capital vessels, priority is their weapons and bridges."​

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The bridge crew started to hustle around getting Aran's orders completed. Aran looked out from the front of the bridge, as the Subjugator, and the rest of his line started to close the noose around the Ssi-Ruuvi fleet. As his line started to close, his corvettes got picked apart, but his cruisers this time all of them were Victory Class cruisers. Aran's line as more like hounds to the hunters, the hunters being Vaas and Rausgeber's fleets. The cruisers of Aran's line continued to give the Subjugator's crew status updates of their positions. Aran just looked on as continued their push into the enemy fleet, and pick apart their cruisers and other rear guard.​

 

[Asharad Graush]

Objective 2.

"Sir, incoming transmission." Said one of the communications officers.

But at the time, General Graush was busy with other officers, the type that led troops.He was receiving reports from multiple forces. Scouts, landing zones, staging grounds for the final attack. Even dropships that were unloading ships that didn't have a place to. The clearing was filled with troops, and they didn't have enough time to create more space. His forces would be attacking within the hour and ending this once and for all.

Naturally, he didn't bother to grace the officer with a response, instead, he continued what he was doing.

"Move the Incinerator Troopers to the front of the formation, supported by our heavy ordnance forces." He shook out his hair, now matted from wearing the helmet. "Their orders are to suppress," he heard General clearly, but he ignored it all the same. "That's when the rest of our forces will close in all around them," Darth Vyrassu said before he nodded to each of the Colonel's of their respective regiments, some in holographic form, before they fizzled out of existence, others hopped onto speeders, and others jogged off to their units. Some were accompanied by Majors and Captains, others alone and would undoubtedly communicate the same to their respective Officers once they were in position.

But, he had other things to think about.

Turning about, there was another holoprojector, one that had brought him face to hologram with [member="Ludolf Vaas"], the Supreme Commander. The cold, perhaps even calculating, yet, dead eyes of the Sith searched his recent memory for what he had said. Status report.

A'sharad liked to keep things short, so he would reply curtly.

"An estimated amount of our wounded and fallen numbering at 13.3%. The final push for the shield generator will commence when all forces are in position."

Even as they remained encamped, there were still skirmishes along the outskirts of every encampment and staging ground. Certainly not in dedicated attacks, but perhaps in the background, the Supreme Commander could hear other officers in the background through the transmission of how hectic it indeed was.