Aritus's Command (IR/pm for invite)

[Darth Metus]

Location: Entering Bakuran Space
Allies: The Imperial Remnant
Enemies: Pending

The plight of the Empire had not gone unnoticed.

In the chaotic Galaxy that trillions called home, motivations for action varied wildly. Where some would gladly lend a hand out of sheer benevolence, others would do so in order to get head. Then there were the soldiers, who simply acted in accordance to their orders. Such was the case of Veriks-Kel, otherwise known as "Ravager" by certain peers. Whilst his vessel cut through the depths of Hyperspace, the faithful soldier knelt before an azure hologram. They were alone: a master and his servant sharing dialogue within the latter's personal quarters.

"What is your bidding, Master?" inquired the young man. "Your duty here is to make an ally of this Empire. Stand with them. Shed blood alongside them. Enable them to continue their fight against the Darkness." In response to these words, the Ravager raised his head. A confused look claimed his expression, simply due to the nature of the man who created him. The Darkness was his weapon...so why would he command Veriks to fight against it? By now, however, the young man knew better than to question the motives of his Master.

And the hologram reinforced this point.

"Obey, and do not ponder. Fight, and do not question. All will be revealed in due time." he said, before fading into nothing. The transmission was concluded and it was time for the operation to begin. Rising, the Ravager made his way down from his personal quarters, arriving at the hangar in only a matter of moments. There before his eyes laid a squadron of some of the finest Starfighters Arakyd Industries had ever produced: the Aquila. Before selecting one for this operation, Veriks did the courteous thing and called ahead.

"This is Veriks-Kel, Vice-Admiral of Arakyd Industries' expeditionary forces. We have come today to lend assistance. Where can we be of service?"

With that said, the Ravager entered one of the Starfighters and settled in. The engines were ignited, the various systems were checked, and when the SDS Eminence exited hyperspace, Veriks launched out into the black of space. He was certain that the Imperials would answer his message and give him some direction. Either that, or they would be gunning him out of the skies.

[member="Alva Calvarona"], [member="Garvan Aritus"]

 

[Tor'valen'di]

Location: Bridge of the ISD-III Chimera
Objective: Don't let the Old Man down
Allies: [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="SC-4486"] [member="Abric Korne"] [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="Zen Havoc"] [member="Weiss"] [member="Utena Calvarona"] [member="Solan Charr"]
Enemies: Small pirate flotilla

"I appreciate the chance, Admiral," the Chis said, taking the recently vacated captain's position, but electing to not buckle into his crash harness yet. Looking over the display, his analytical mind began taking in every detail of the enemy's formation and strength. They were out-gunned, but maybe not as much as they thought. The large pirate vessel, easily larger than their own ship was not moving to attack them yet. They seemed content to actually deploy their corvettes and blockade-runners first.

"Interesting," he muttered, looking over the data streaming to his new station as the band started playing. The main pirate ship only had one large engine thruster and a scattering of cannons of different sizes, the main danger from it was its intimidating size. The corvettes were slowly moving to attack, and while the Admiral might want them reduced to space debris, Valen saw an opportunity for the Empire itself to gain just that little bit more strength. Ordering the multiple weapon batteries into groups to receive orders more efficiently, he designated ten groups to be the turbolasers, two for the ion cannons, and one for the octuple long-range batteries.

"Battery Groups two, four, and six, begin a light barrage on the three closing corvettes, majority of fire to their starboard side," he ordered. "Ion cannons and Battery Groups one, three, and five, when the enemy shift their formation to avoid the incoming fire, open up along their exposed mid-section."

He would hold their octuple batteries and the proton beam back for now, no use in spooking the enemy with something they had no diea the Chimera was sporting until it was too late for them.

"Admiral, might I suggest part of our fighter squadrons converge on the mothership, with an aim to damage their hanger and single engine unit?" he asked.

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

Location: Bakuran Starport
Objective: Plunder Bakura, Secure the starport
Allies; IR, [member="Abric Korne"] [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="Zen Havoc"] [member="Weiss"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Tor'valen'di"] [member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="Solan Charr"]
Enemies: All that oppose us

The Storm Commandos had cleared most of the Starport when they met a large storage area-like room, one of them slowly opened the door and got a blaster bolt to the chest, the other Storm Commando dragged him to the side and tried to diagnose the damage to him, Storm Commando's armor was tough, but It was not invincible.

After about a minute, the Storm Commando that got shot was back on his feet, with only a moderate blast wound, nothing bacta couldn't heal. SC-4486 then went by the plan to flush out the enemies inside of the room. They would first cut the power to this section, leaving it in total darkness, they would then switch to their ultra-violet nightvision mode on their helmets, They would either shank everyone in the room silently, or shoot them all before they could react.

One Storm Commando took a knife and cut a wire leading to the section they were in, the electric vrrr sound signaling that the lights were going off, All three of them switched into NV mode and manually opened the door slowly, as to not make noise, They then proceeded to get into position and view the room, There were six people in all, two for each Storm Commando, The other two looked over to SC-4486, waiting for his signal.

He made his hand into the shape of a three, then a two, then a one, and as soon as his hand formed a go sign, sounds of blaster fire filled the room as the Storm Commandos dispatched their targets, the victims shooting unknowingly through the room.

 

[Ryan]

Location: Aboard the ISD III "Chimaera"
Objective: Plunder Bakura
Allies; [member="Abric Korne"] [member="Utena Calvarona"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="Tor'valen'di"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Weiss"] [member="Zen Havoc"] [member="SC-4486"] [member="SC-4486"]
Enemies: All that oppose us

[member="Veriks-Kel"] would of found that his transmissions were being jammed. He would easily tell that the imperial star destroyer "the Chimaera" was engaged heavily by an unknown fleet. His IFFs would point out who was friend or foe, but the man would have to decide and take his own initiative on what his actions were going to be with the intel at hand. Would he engage the unkown fleet, with the massive capital ship that seemed to spew corvettes as if it were a birthing gamorraen sow. Or would Kel play the smart and cautious card and slip back into hypserspace the way he came?

Now back to the Chimaera.....

The Grand admiral would look down upon the chiss who seemed to be wearing the captain's position with out much hesitation. The second lieutenant was starving for a chance to prove himself and here it was. The old man liked seeing a hungry wolf ready to pounce on opportunity full on. Such ambition coupled with proper mentoring and natural abilities would make [member="Tor'valen'di"] a fine officer. Now was the time for Garvan to inspire and harness the potential greatness, forge the young man into what imperial legends are made of.

"yoo hae commain second lieutenant! dornt swatch back at me tae second guess ye. follaw yer instincts fur their ur spot on"The old man would encourage as the crusty side of him dissipated. Here he was throwing the young chiss to the wolves per say with the weight of an empire placed upon his shoulders. And all he was doing was smiling about it. Was the ancient naval war hero gone insane? Or did he have full confidence in Valen's capabilities? There was only on way to tell, if they survived this sortie, he was right. If they failed well......folks would only be able to speculate that the Grand Admiral was crazy. "yoo got th' helm son!"

The old man would set back into his chair, the holograph data spitting data at him left right and center. He would slowly sip at his spiced caffa with a sturdy hand and absolute confidence in his eyes. The old man seemed to be a bulwark against the uncertainty that laid ahead, sure of himself that the marauding pirates would buckle to the might of the superior trained imperial force. Especially when the data that he was soaking up showed that the imperials were capable militants for they could operate absent of command. Alva's squadron was en-route on her own accord to aid the mother ship to success.

This was what repetitive training was for. All aspects of what could go wrong on the field of battle was practiced and made to muscle memory. This display of organization was nothing more then just a well harnessed combat reflexes and such will win today and an empire in the future.

 

[Alva Calvarona]

Location: TIE Seeker exiting the Imperial III "Chimera"
Objective: Escort the shuttles, defend the task force from fighter attacks
Allies: IR [member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="Tor'valen'di"] [member="Abric Korne"] [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="Utena Calvarona"] [member="Adalric Vastor"] [member="Captain Falcor"] [member="Cornelo Kyot"] [member="Javos Infored"] [member="Malus"] [member="Rhun Trask"] [member="Rick Galurom"] [member="SC-421"] [member="SC-4486"] [member="Victor Blood"] [member="Weiss"] [member="Veriks-Kel"] (?)
Enemies: Who knows

Her TIE Seeker speeding through the atmosphere until it broke orbit, her squadron alongside the others in the flight under her command just behind her own craft, Alva wondered at what the battle plan was going to be as her unit approached what would quickly become the battle zone once the two fleet forces clashed. In all honesty the size of the main enemy vessel was cause for concern, but its unknown make up was what actually worried the crinan woman. After all, who really knew what firepower it was packing if it wasn't something in the registry. Was it a new warship of an enemy faction? Or something custom made for some warlord out there? Either way it was here now, and Alva wasn't too pleased the Empire was the group who had to deal with it.

Still, the Imperial Navy had some of the most powerful warships in the Galaxy, it would be a cold day in hell if any gave in easily, even to something that looked intimidating at first glance. They would soon find fighting the Imperials was a death sentence. The only question was when the execution would be carried out. Whenever that was to be, Alva focused on the now as she checked her panel and brought up her comm frequency for the Imperial Flight under her command. "Begin entering combat formation, wait for orders from the big wigs on the Star Destroyer, until then expect to make a fighter screen around the flagship. Close ranks in case they deploy their own squadrons, looks like they packed bigger fish though so don't get attached to your positions just yet."

 

[Vanya Lyekova]

The Capital Spaceport.
Salis Daar, Bakura
Obj 1: Secure the Spaceport.
Ally: [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="SC-4486"]

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Lt. Colonel Lyecova landed her gunship and disembarked into the rain. She wore only her ballistic trench coat and her E-11. No escort. And the warm rain didn't dissuade her either. Bakura was a wet planet. Beautiful and fair. Even her grand Starport was a wonder to gaze at. Even with all the fires of war that now consumed it.

On to business. Lyecova was now acting Task Force Executive Officer of this Starport. The XO and LTC. This was now her Stormtrooper Command. Albeit somewhat irregular, given the circumstances. Oh well. ...She proceeded into the Starport and met with a Trooper Captain to gain her report.

"Welcome Colonel. I am Captain Taggert of the 502. ...We've secured the port and have our men on parameter. 8 birds all accounted for. Your orders?"

"Who is raiding the Destoryers en port?"

"Royal Guardsmen. They've tasked trooper squads to their support. Shall I recall them?"

"No. Let them have their fun. ...Where is operations?"

"Just this way Colonel."

"Take me there Captain. Immediately."

"Yes ma'am."

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Operation's Tower, Bakura Starport
Obj 2: Restore Order, Create Tollbooth

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Lyecova and Captain Taggert occupied the Tower with no grand gesture. A single squad of six Troopers was their only support.

"Who are you?" The Tower Officer scowled.

"I am Lt. Colonel Lyecova of the Galactic Empire and your new hostess. I am now in command of this Starport."

"Damn you. What is the meaning of this?"

"Silence. You will do as I say or I shall begin executions, starting immediately. ...Give me your computer projections. I am assuming command."

The Tower staff did as they were told. On penalty of death. In the following minutes Lyecova assumed command of the Starport and began restoring operations. The Starport would resume it's daily operations in less than 30 minutes. All non-military vessel could go about their business, as per schedule. Minus, a small Imperial Tax and ID scan before departure. This was now an Imperial Starport.

And the Bakura Starport was now a happy little Imperial Tollbooth too.

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Frequent Flyers Lounge, Bakura Starport
Obj 3: Tollbooth to Supply Post

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Lyecova had taken the Member's Lounge as her new CIC, or Combat Information Center. This was now her HUB and Base Command.

"Colonel."

"Report Captain."

"Guards have been stationed as requested. Two man teams at the Terminals, Squads at the Checkpoints, and our 502 vehicles by the front door. Checkpoint Security is cooperating. As are our hostages. Tower Squad reports the airspace is clearing up nicely. Nothing else to report ma'am."

"Excellent. Have our birds refueled on the tarmac and let's begin cargo inspections. Start with the military vessels. I want seizures of all important goods and supplies. Use the new scans if you have too. ...Oh, and Taggert?"

"Colonel?"

"Do be polite to the natives. I want smooth transitions during my command. Is that understood?"

"Yes ma'am. Order we bring."

"Because order we are. ...Dismissed."

Now it was time to turn this tollbooth into a supply post. This process would only take two hours...

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*ooc: Bakura's Captial Starport is now under Imperial Martial Law. Operations have been peacefully restored and we are seizing trade goods for transport back to the Chimera. IC ETA to completion: Two hours.

8 dropships, 1 gunship, and the Imperial 502 are on station.

 

[Abric Korne]

Location: Bakura, Solis D'aar
Objective: Escape Custody and Elimnate Target
Allies: [member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="SC-4486"] [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="Zen Havoc"] [member="Tor'valen'di"]

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...collapsed on his face for what seemed an insurmountable time Abric had started to stir when he heard the heavy footsteps of Guardsmen approaching him. Members of the Bakura Defense Force had surrounded him, the shadows cast by their bodies weighing down across his prone form, he heard voices discussing him and eventually learned that they had decided to take him for questioning seeing as how he was likely in league with Imperial Forces. Interrogation wasn't high on things Abric wanted to participate in but he played possum as long as he could. When he felt arms hooking under his own and wrenching him up to his feet he decided to act...

...coming up to his feet under the guidance of the hands that had hooked around his arms Abric moaned, one of the men holding him told him to shut his mouth and he heard more voices. It was clear he was surrounded. The Guardsmen started to escort him along the wall of the stronghold when he suddenly lift his head and growled out..."Shebs to you boys. You should have finished me while you had the chance."...then he crushed a foot down over the instep of one of the men who was holding him causing the man to howl out and loosen his hold giving Abric enough time to wrench his body aside. As Abric turned into the other man holding him he'd have dipped his head forward, inclined himself and drove his forehead into the bridge of the mans nose causing him to reel backwards as crimson sprayed freely...

...Abric was free but not for long if he didn't act. An arm wrapped back around his throat causing him to drive an elbow backwards in response before he felt a weight stiffen behind him until his senses were filled with the sound of weapons being primed. Spinning Abric turned his back towards his assailants, gripping the arm of the man who'd been attempting to choke him in the process, just as the Blasters were fired causing the fleshbag he'd used as a shield to go limp shortly thereafter. When Abric came around he saw two men with blaster rifles prompting him to lift his right arm and activate the wrist mounted Flame Thrower there..."Burn you suckers!"...was all he managed to spit out as a cone of flame shot towards the Guardsmen and burned them alive in the matter of seconds....

....when all was said and done Abric was surrounded by four men. One shot dead. Two burnt alive. Another one was finish when Abric used the retractable Vibroblades in his armor to finish him. All in a days work. Kneeling over one of the bodies Abric listened to some of the reports coming in on the short wave detailing the fighting in the streets against Imperial Forces. Bakura was falling apparent. As he listened he caught wind of an interesting transmission though...

[We need to move the Governor out. Enroute to landing pad Beta 3. Prep the Shuttle.]

...that was everything Abric needed to know and rising back up to his feet he'd have said..."Thanks for the party boys but I had to be on my way."...before moving away so that he could navigate the Stronghold to his final destination...​

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

Location: Bakuran Starport
Objective: Plunder Bakura, Secure the starport
Allies; IR, [member="Abric Korne"] [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="Zen Havoc"] [member="Weiss"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Tor'valen'di"] [member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Vanya Lyekova"]
Enemies: All that oppose us

The Storm Commandos had not gotten the news that the Starport was fully controlled and stumbled into the Member's Lounge, only to find it had been turned into a Command Center, "I assume that our job here is done?" SC-4405 asked one of his Storm Commandos, only receiving an 'I don't know' gesture, hoping one of the personnel in the room would notice and debrief them.

He then spotted Lt. Colonel Lyecova and walked over to her, all three of the Storm Commandos saluted "Storm Commando squad Alpha reporting for new orders, Ma'am!" SC-4486 stated, all three of them standing at attention. Waiting for the Lt. Colonel to relay their orders.

 

[Vanya Lyekova]

Bakura Starport
Ally: [member="SC-4486"]

Lyecova remained standing in her trenchcoat. Six stormtroopers were guarding the room whilst two more typed away on laptops. It was a surprisingly small command for such a large room. The Lt. Colonel turned to acknowledge Alpha Squad.

"Excellent work securing the Starport, Alpha. This command salutes you. Now... Your new orders are to assist the Royal Guardsmen assaulting the grounded Bakuran Destroyer just outside this port. [member="Crimson Shade"] is leading the attack with our Stormtrooper Squads in tow."

She shrugged. It was a unique capture attempt, to be sure.

"Capture the bridge of that vessel for the Empire or disable their engines. ...My reports show it is weakly guarded and using only a skeleton maintenance crew. Resistance should be light. Report your success when the vessel is ours. Our com frequency is 489.01."

She pointed out the window to the Dropships,

"And finally. To speed your travels, one of our pilot's will ferry you to the Destroyer immediately.. Proceed to your bird gentlemen. ...For the Empire!"

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

Location: Bakuran Starport
Objective: Plunder Bakura, Secure the Destroyer
Allies; IR, [member="Abric Korne"] [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="Zen Havoc"] [member="Weiss"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Tor'valen'di"] [member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="Solan Charr"]
Enemies: All that oppose us

"Yes, ma'am!" SC-4486 said, and then all three of them took off, sprinting to where the dropships were, Once there, they had the pilot of one of the dropships take them to the destroyer, but, instead of letting them get in the normal way, SC-4486 told the pilot to drop them above the bridge, they would rapple down and then take the bridge down from there, it would be an easy operation, given that there was only a small maintenance crew at work and some guards. but their first objective should be to capture the bridge, then go down and secure the rest of the ship from there.

The three Storm Commandos attached lines from their grappler to the side of the dropship when they were over the bridge, then they proceeded to rapple down and touch the hull of the destroyer softly, SC-4486 ordered one of the commandos to take a look if there was anyone on the bridge, there was, two guards and four maintenance workers were refitting the bridge of the Bakuran destroyer, The guards had what looked like a weak pistol and the maintenance workers only had some tools.

SC-4486 hatched a plan with the others, they would rapple down again and crash through a viewport and take out the guards, they attached lines from their grappler again to side of the bridge they would be jumping off, and after taking their blaster carbines out, they got a quick running start and jumped, turned around, crashed through the viewport, and shot the guards, all in rapid succession, SC-4486 turned his communicator on and switched to frequency 489.01, for the Lt. Colonel and the maintenance workers to hear "This bridge is now under the command of the Empire"

 

[Weiss]

Weiss marched forth and back at the landing site. The invasion seemed to go well and they had not faced any further attacks on the parameter landing zones.

A smooth and well executed operation Weiss figured. It could have been far worse but it seemed the IR intelligence had done a good job in prepping command.

He took an inspection round making sure the troopers were on alert. There was a light chatter over the unit com. Normally it would not be allowed but from what Weiss had heard on the CO frequency a unit of elite commandos had already breached the star port and with that secured the fleet would have full access to the planet.

Their landing zones were hardly a high priority for the defending forces at this time. So he allowed the chatter just this once, pretending that he was listening on another frequency.

It was a good day.

 

[Vanya Lyekova]

Bakura Starport
Obj: Secure the Destroyer
Ally: [member="Weiss"] [member="SC-4486"]

Lyecova nodded as Alpha Squad made their report. It did appear that the Imperial Remnant now owned a Bakuran Destroyer. Excellent. Lyecova had plans for such a large vessel. This would do nicely.

She returned to the windows and com'd Alpha,

"Impressive. ...This is the Colonel, Alpha. New mission objectives added. Hack the computers and scan the ship for stragglers. I'm coming down there personally to 'borrow' the vessel. And I want an effortless walk to greet me. Destroy the rest of the guards on that ship Alpha. Colonel out."

Lyecova smiled as she switched over to Captain Taggert,

"Captain Taggert. This is Lyecova. I'm moving out to the Destroyer to re-purpose the vessel. You have command of the Starport until I get back. Is that understood?"

"Crystal clear ma'am."

"Good. Colonel out."

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Vanya walked over to her troopers tending to staff duties. Their laptops whirling with new data to be processed.

"Get me Chief Engineer Adams aboard the Chimera, Lieutenant."

"Coms are jammed ma'am. The Chimera is assaulting with ECM and her Radio Shroud up."

"I see. Very well then. ...Ah? Perhaps another idea is in order then? Lieutenant. Get me the listing for this port's utility droids. Should be under maintenance."

"Here you are Colonel. Droid listings. From the security database."

"Excellent. Can we bring them all in for maintenance? Slave circuit them from here?"

"Maybe from the security office or the workshop ma'am? Not from here."

"Understood. Hm. Troopers. ...Yes, you and you. ...Get down to the security office and task all the base's astromech droids back for maintenance. I want them all in one spot."

"Yes ma'am."

As the two troopers moved to leave, Lyecova gave the air a fiendish smile. It was time to plot a clever affair...

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

Location: Bakuran Starport
Objective: Plunder Bakura, Secure the Destroyer
Allies; IR, [member="Abric Korne"] [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="Zen Havoc"] [member="Weiss"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Tor'valen'di"] [member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Vanya Lyekova"]
Enemies: All that oppose us

SC-4486 began hacking into the computer system of the destroyer, after little time and effort, he was in, He did a full sweep of the ship for non-Imperial lifesigns, They had less than 25 stragglers, and they were spread out around the ship, in groups of ones and twos, the guardsmen and stormtroopers had really done a good job.

He assigned sections of the ship to clear out of stragglers for himself and the two other commandos, They all acknowledged their orders and zoomed out of the bridge to clear out the guards.

 

[Abric Korne]

Location:Bakura, Solis D'aar
Objective: Eliminate Target
Allies: [member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Tor'valen'di"] [member="SC-4486"] [member="Weiss"]

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...the pump of his legs sent an ache climbing up through his muscles as Abric moved across the battlements of the Stronghold towards Landing Pad Beta 3 the designated area where a Shuttle would be waiting for the Govenor of Bakura. Along the way he had plenty to think about like how he planned to escape the Stronghold after he'd completed his mission, if he completed his mission, luckily all this was the conjecture of his mind which he'd allowed to wander during his movement. Eventually Abric saw the landing pad up ahead and he'd sink down onto a knee behind some conveniently placed containers which would allow him to perform a bit of reconnaissance before engaging...

...didn't look like he was late for the party. No sign of the Govenor. A few Guardsman were positioned around the ramp ensuring that it had some security. The Shuttle was prepped and ready to launch as well. Wait, what's that!? Abric ducked his head after he saw an entourage exit through an entrance leading deeper into the Stronghold. At least a dozen men all surrounding a squat, uniformed, official that Abric almost instantly identified as the Govenor..."Well this little piggy went to market."...he'd have said while reaching for his cigarro. Cigarro? Damnit! It took all of two seconds for Abric to realize that he'd lost his cigarro some time ago, probably after crashing that airspeeder. Now that really put him in a bad mood, really...

...usually Abric might have attempted a tactically sound plan or, well, a plan of any sort but he didn't have the luxury of time in this situation which is why he figured..."This is a bad idea."...before he came up from behind the containers where he'd been hiding, Blaster Rifle held at the ready and began to squeeze off at the trigger sending bolts towards the entourage of Guardsmen and totally ruining his element of surprise. The Blaster Rifle worked pretty well, I mean Abric wasn't a marksman but he could hit something if he aimed at it, which is probably why two of the Guardsmen fell in the initial barrage that was sent towards them. The Guardsmen kept a tight perimeter around the Governor who called for help after he'd been fired at but that didn't seem to dissuade Abric...

...dodging around blaster fire Abric stepped out from behind the containers and started a march towards the landing pad the Guardsmen were backing up towards while firing his Blaster Rifle from the shoulder where he'd steadied the weapon to assist with his accuracy. As the firefight went on more of the Guardsmen dropped. Abric continued his advance and maintained his own fire. It was around the time when Abric started to think he was pretty slick that he was finally hit in the abdomen..."Oh Feth!"...his armor absorbed most of the damage however a little still got through. Nobody likes being shot...

...down on his back Abric took one hand and placed it over the burn mark that remained after the blaster fire had hit him. Muttering he propped himself up on an elbow, lifted his Blaster Rifle and started to fire wildly. It didn't work to well but he kept the Guardsmen back for awhile as he traded fire with them. The Governor had disappeared into the shuttle which was now preparing to launch in earnest meaning that Abric was almost out of time but digging deep he managed to force himself back onto his feet. Guardsmen had closed in on his position by then, he shot the first one almost point blank and dropped him before reaching out to take him by the collar of his uniform and pull him close so that he could double as a meatshield and a corpse when his compatriots returned fire. In desperation Abric fired back, blaster fire went zinging in all directions then he pushed with his left arm and something strange happened...

...as his left arm extended outwards to push the body of the Guardsman away it was like the force had molded within his palm and the outstretched as a burst of concussion force that caught several Guardsmen and hurled them backwards. One of the men actually toppled back off the battlements of the Stronghold. Tough luck there. Abric was surprised, he blinked several times..."That's new."...but his attention was turned back towards the Shuttle prepping for lift off and he began to move towards the landing pad half rushing, half hobbling from his abdomen wound...​

 

[Colton Renth]

Location: Bakuran Starport
Objective: Secure the starport
Allies; IR, Abric Korne Crimson Shade Zen Havoc Weiss Alva Calvarona Tor'valen'di Garvan Aritus Solan Charr Vanya Lyekova
Enemies: All that oppose us

Doc was still adjusting to his role as Stromtrooper, in some ways it was very much he same as it been in the republic army and many it was very different, much stricter, and more ridged, his rank of sergeant wan familiar, he made rounds around the LZ’s checking troopers it been an uneventful operation thus he skills as medic had not yet been need. “Well so far so good, hadn’t to patch anyone yet.” He side to another trooper in passing.

“Hopefully you won’t have to doc the trooper replied.”

 

[Colton Renth]

The Capital Spaceport.
Salis Daar, Bakura
Obj 1: Secure the Spaceport.

Colrenn had been listening in on Com chatter, that lack of a fight from enemy forces so far gave him concern he boarded shuttle and headed for the space port, he experience in the intelligence field told him something was wrong here it had been too easy thus far he need to get down there and have a look around. As shuttle made it way to the LZ he began to wonder of II had been fooled by false reports and scans. As shuttle touched down and ramp open and he made his down he look about the stromtroopers guarding the LZs.

 

[Vanya Lyekova]

Bakura Starport
Obj: Repel the Attack
Ally: [member="Colrenn Renth"] [member="Doc Renfroe"] [member="SC-4486"] [member="Weiss"] [member="Zen Havoc"]

Colonel Lyecova returned to her large spacious window and peered out the against the glass. Even as she plotted to capture the Destroyer parked just outside her gates, somebody else must have had the same idea...

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"Bakura Free Military. Attack the Starport! Move up and retake our Destroyer. ...God save the Fringe!"​

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The BFM was attacking.

BFM. The Bakura Free Military. Nothing more than a remnant of the once powerful Fringe Expedition Militia. Now reduced to a simple guard duty of a few sporadic planets across what remained of Fringe space. They wore yellow colonial armor, attacked with automatic blaster carbines, and always drew a vanguard of hundreds of gun-totting Attack Drones. Stinging like wasps they were. Just like the yellow paint on their armor. Today they even had a few Armored Personal Vehicles with them too. Probably in a vain attempt to lead their assault.

Lt. Colonel Lyecova considered them a rabble. Nothing more than a bunch of country bumpkins and droid-using misfits. Raw colonial scum. She sneered through her wide window and gave the order,

"All Stormtroopers of the 502! This is Colonel Lyecova in command of the Bakura Starport. We are under attack from the west by the BFM. I order you to counter attack the BFM and drive this rabble back into the grasslands! Show them the power of a real army! ...For the Empire!"

It was time for the Storm Corps to show their metal.

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*ooc: The BFM are attacking the Starport from the west. All Stormtroopers are called to assist. They cannot stand against us. Because it's pew pew pew time. Get out there and mess them up good.

 

[Weiss]

Objective: Reinforce the space port
NPCs: The 337th

Overlooking the landing site Weiss was monitoring any communication and picked up [member="Vanya Lyekova"]

Weiss immediately switched to unit frequency.

"Listen in troopers! The barbecue is over - huddle up and get to the drop ships. We are needed elsewhere! Move it!"

The unit scrambled with extreme military effectiveness and loaded themselves into the ships. Within half an hour they were air born, the ships roaring over the tree tops.

"Lieutenant Weiss checking in Ma'm. The 337th is airborn and enroute. ETA 10 minutes." he voiced over the storm corp command com.

The enemy positions were soon to enter their line of sight.

"Lock and load!" he roared to the NCOs who forwarded the order to the entire unit. The stormtroopers of the 337th had seen their fare deal of combat and this situation was just about the one thing they knew how to deal with.
Underneath their helmets not a few grins started to spread. This was after all what they did best.

 

[Colton Renth]

Bakura Starport
Obj: Repel the Attack
Ally: Colrenn Renth Doc Renfroe SC-4486 Weiss Zen Havoc

Doc double checked his med gear, just in case the BMA got lucky and managed to do some damage, “TK-409 prepped and ready” He said over to Com channel.

 

[Colton Renth]

Colrenn who was still monitoring the coms herd this and stated making his toward were the trooper and BMA would clash if any BMA were capture it possible that under Imperial interrogation, that might reveal useful information, but it doubted it, he looked on BMA with a great deal of distain, loathing.