Invasion As You Know, Our Blockade is Perfectly Legal | First Order Invasion of Galactic Alliance Held Hex L,

Baiko no Kaho · Dec 11, 2017

Location: Hex L-49
Allies: GA [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Dorn Skirata"] | [member="Davon Karr"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Aryn Spar"] | [member="Karsan Calnov"]
Enemies: FO
Objective: Rendez-vous with Karsan Calnov. Steal a Ship.

‘Wear some armour, [member="Silas Mantis"] said. It would be fun, he said, do some slicing, hack into a star destroyer… steal a ship for Mand’alor! The same Mand’alor that took my child charge into battle! All for the glory of a bunch of helmet wearing tin-headed armour plated glory ho-oh!’ From the start of standing beside the gargantuan Togorian and Epicanthix Silas Mantis, the 5’4” Atrisian refugee figured her continued survival depended on refusing her usual stand-offishness and accepting help.

“Good gracious, if that isn’t the most obvious statement in the universe, I’m a street urchin from Tatooine. Good day for someone else to die… why on the blue moon of Naboo would you enter a battle wanting to die? My people have a saying, too… we say it with our vibrostaves and swords. Slash slash. Stab. Bzzzap.”

If [member="Aryn Spar"] yanked at her one more time, Baiko imagined she’d uncontrovertibly become some form of Togorian chew toy. In reality, Baiko thanked every goddess in every pantheon of this deity-forsaken galaxy that Aryn Spar towed her along. She glared at Silas, turning her head to the side in the helmet.

"My appreciations, Silas. I know how Mantis boys enjoy your guns." It much improved the situation, when a seasoned veteran both hated his own armour and helped Baiko appear as less of a complete bantam in the arts of war. At least being towed around by the monolithic cat was easier than trying to figure out how the jetpack worked, or counting on her own sense of mathematical distance.

“Tell the kids! Glory be, [member="Shia Kryze"] if I tell Yasha about this she’ll be begging for more jetpack lessons and a bigger gun! Good thing [member="Ra Vizsla"] made her his Ward, she was already two steps from challenging him for Mand’alor out of sheer thrill! Heavens, I hope your kids are less inclined to adventure than she is, surely! Even I’d puddle jump in the mud after this… don’t tell Yasha, she’ll give me the living end.” Baiko kept her limbs as far around Aryn as she could, out of nothing but survival and the minimization of external force on Aryn’s pounce into space. She tried not to laugh too hard, it would destroy more of her precious oxygen supply.

“Might I suggest attacking a ship’s Captain who knows how to enter combat with his own ship and crew without a massive crash? I hear it’s dreadfully convenient for this fantastic thing called survival.” Baiko said to Shia, smirking under her borrow helmet. The Mando’ad was growing on Baiko, who was just as glad to see [member="Karsan Calnov"] as she was to enjoy a cup of tea once this was all over.

“First Order… First Off the deep end. Who in their right, wrong or wonky mind uses a star destroyer as a ram? That does it! Glory or not I refuse to lose, now! These miscreants cannot be trusted with their own tactics! They don’t deserve to have nice things!”

Roth Tillian · Dec 12, 2017

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[member="Zark"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Cathul Thuku"]

Sensors dinged in alarm as the blue swirls of hyperspace twisted path. Roth leaned over to study the displays. The interdiction field was up, according to the reports on the channels. He closed his eyes and reached out to the others in his squadron, sensing them though the Force. This would be delicate, to say the least. They couldn't afford damage from the interdiction, not with ships like these.

Roth could sense the interdiction field in space. It was a blot on the usual flow of the astral spheres, and he could sense where it ended. That was what he was waiting for. Time was of the essence. Battle had already broken out and they needed to make some crippling blows to overcome this blockade. There was no time to wait to cruise to the battle in sub-light.

So he waited for the Force as the field grew closer and closer. Roth primed his mind, any moment now. There! The Force nudged him.

Now.

At that, the pilots manually reverted back to realspace. The stars solidified to streaks and then to dots with the darkness of space surrounding them, illuminated by the brief, temporary bursts of lasers and explosions from ship damages. He couldn't tell the state of the battle, but there were a great many Alliance forces deployed. Yet still, the First Order line seemed to be in good shape.

The Wild Knights needed a target and they needed to take it out quickly.

"Knight One to Alliance actual," Roth said, leaning through the comms. "Arrived in system. What's the priority target?"

Hold a tight formation. Stick close to me.

The three K-wings hovered at the edge of the battle as Roth pulled up the memory of space debris and pushed it out around the small squadron. For now, it would appear like some debris from the newest battle. They would hardly be worth noticing, which would work best for their mission parameters.

WolfMortum · Dec 12, 2017

Allies: The First Order
Apprentices: [member="Elensa Jari"], [member="Xiomar Ren"].
Opposition: [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Halron Corr"], [member="Aryn Teth"], [member="Coren Starchaser"].
Primary Hangar: [member="Ara Zambrano"], [member="Elensa Jari"], Special Forces Squadron "Iron Mantle".
FIV Executioner's Bridge: [member="Sieger Ren"], [member="Xiomar Ren"], Omega Four-Five-Nine
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Omega Four-Five-Nine

The power that flowed across the bridge was palpable, raw energy cast off from the very presence of the Supreme Leader of the First Order, [member="Sieger Ren"]'s visage almost seemed to darken the head of the bridge for which he stood. The Crew of the FIV Executioner were all tense, not alone due to the conflict being waged between the First Order Navy and the Terrorist Alliance Forces but due to their grandiose leaders choice to honor them in such a way that he would accompany them into war. It was both intimidating and at the same time arguably the proudest moment for the bridge of the Resurgent Class Destroyer's finest.

Delengtha Ren was the first among the Disciples of the Omega Strike Team to begin preparations for their possible infiltration, the claims cast over top of the coms chatter of the nearby communications hub turning his attention to that of Xiomar Ren whom announced they had a breach within the Destroyer's secondary Hangar. A Non-Force User and former veteran of the 501st during it's time with the Empire, his armor consisted of a black variant of the FO-02 Stormtrooper Armor, a black hooded cloak draped over his shoulders, locked down by the shoulder pauldrons noting his command over the typical troops around them, he was to date, the first Disciple within the Order of Ren to carry no ability within the Force nor lightsaber combat and thus, relied heavily on the armaments that he carried into war with him.

Moving to secure the FWMB-10 Repeating Blaster, he locked down the tri-pod for which the great heavy blaster would stand upon, secured and removed of the majority of it's recoil when stationed as it were, Delengtha took it upon himself to set up outside of the Bridge itself and thus be alert the others should the time come that these vermin seek to assassinate their great Leader. Slung across his left shoulder, his E11-S Blaster Rifle hung against his armor, that alongside the Merr-Son Stun Baton upon his right hip would ensure that he would not be forced to resign should his position be compromised, Delengtha was just as efficient in close quarters as the best of their troops. "Iron Mantle" had nothing on him.

Arkaos Ren moved to follow however, a man bathed in the power of the dark-side, unrestrained unlike his brother Nocturnus whom would remain within the Bridge alongside Xiomar; Arkaos was eager for blood and would do all within his power to assist Delengtha in cutting the opposition down. His attire bore the former makings of the Inquisition Industries Ballistic Scout Armor, a working piece that he himself had created back during a time in which he had not been indoctrinated and lured into service through the manipulations of Caehl Ren and his superiors. Today his loyalty wasn't given freely of will but forced, his mind enslaved to the darker attrocities that the Knight of Ren had wrought upon him. While Omega served to work alongside Xiomar, the apprentice of Caehl Ren, their allegiance at the end of the day was bound to him and him alone. Fortunate, that Brennan's faith in Sieger Ren was unwavering.

Arkaos Ren & Delengtha Ren positioned outside of FIV Executioners Bridge.
Nocturnus Ren remains within alongside [member="Xiomar Ren"] and Sieger Ren.

Special Forces Squadron "Iron Mantle"

The hangar was a mess, debris and fallen troopers littered the floor around the crashed enemy vessel that had forced its way through to sunder all that had formerly been prepped for their excursion against the enemy fleet. Commander, Alia Fedahkin growled against the interior of her helm, pushing herself to her feet, F-11D blaster rifle gripped tightly in her right hand as she sought to ascertain the status of her people.

"Otheym..." He called back to Kulon Otheym, her second in command, "Secure the deck, I want auxiliary troopers on all exits, no one gets further in without command hearing of it" She her anger was evident though her words were firm and cast in the full authority that was hers by rank and duty, personal convictions set aside; They were after-all, professionals. The Elite.

"Aye Ma'am" Otheym nodded briskly, turning to wave at the 1st Lieutenant, Naraj Fremen, barking at their recon specialist; "You heard her, get too it Lieutenant!". Otheym's attention soon turned to that of their temporary CO, this case being the dark embodiment of the Disciples of Ren, [member="Elensa Jari"]. Seemingly on the same page as his Commander, Alia whom nodded to him in approval. "On your Orders, Ma'am" Kulon spoke as the rest of their unit moved to gather to Elensa's position, soon having their gaze diverted by the snap-hiss of Caehl Ren's lightsaber further ahead.

They watched as the Knight of Ren pursued the fallen vessel, as if he were ready to take on the Galactic Alliance all on his own. Alia Fedahkin smiled beneath the face of her Helm, the pride and power of the Order of Ren was known to so few yet to experience their skill in battle, able to cleave through countless soldiers in the name of their magnificent leader and his vision of security for the Galaxy under the governance of the righteous First Order; there were few times that made her as proud to serve as this moment here and now, aboard the flagship of Sieger Ren himself, under the scrutiny and command of his strongest warriors.

"Iron Mantle" securing exit to FIV Executioner Hangar.
Supporting [member="Elensa Jari"].

Caehl Ren.

The words of Sieger Ren reached the angered Knight and breached his mind, disregarding his mental resistance and overpowering his will to dominate Caehl Ren's clarity in focus and instead relay his desire to see these vermin taken in alive and brought before him. His jaw tensed up in silent argument yet he dared not relay any hint of such to the Supreme Leader, his was a vision elightened and far grander than Caehl's own, the Knight of Ren whom knew himself wanting nothing more than to kill these intruders purely for the failure that they represented across the former battle of Bespin and Brennan's ever constant reminder of the wound that he had unintentionally wrought against his own [member="Ara Zambrano"] during their engagement with the Jedi Taeli Raaf.

Slowing in his stride and eventually coming to an inevitable halt before the hulk of the derelict ship, his gaze turned towards the landing ramp awaiting any sign of their enemy's leave of the vessel. His lightsaber continued to thrum within the grasp of his right hand, energy snapping out against the air in audible pop and the burning of erratic energy encompassed within the hilts make. He would go no further, now left to simply await the company of his counterpart and Master of the Order of Ren for whom he suspected would have much to say for their guests whom had chosen to grace them with this most unfortunate visit.

Hansen · Dec 12, 2017

Hex L-49 \\ FIV Dauntless \\ Marauder-class Cruiser

Faction: First Order \\ Enemy: Galactic Alliance ([member="Lily Kuhn"] @Taili Raaf [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Aryn Teth"]) \\ Status: Advancing towards Itsukusk, Ahead-Half

A mass driver round bypasses the down particle shield and manages to slam straight into one of the Arrest's gravity wells; several blue lines travel visible along the vessel's Durasteel welds before its' hull emits a violent screech and explodes into a marvelous fireball sending debris into nearby Dagger-Class Frigates. Dako's visor watches the explosion with outward indifference though inward horror; They'd need to increase their defences and advance at close range to engage the Galactic Alliance where they might outmanuever them and increase the potential for friendly fire. The crew murmur briefly amongst each other but not long enough to cause Panic, Dako's voice thunders to focus them. "Enough! Comm, send out the word all vessels are to cease firing projectile based weapons and to raise all deflector shields!" The Cruiser Group's vessels all raise their Deflector Shields to absorb any incoming punishment or foreign projectiles. "Have our point-defense cannons depress their elevation and blast off those pathetic droids off our hull. While you're at it." Pivoting in his black boots towards the Radiographer. "Give me a status update on the FIV Arrest!" Dako demands looking over the Radiographer at his station who proceeds to listen at his headset attentively twisting some knobs at his warfare station before answering the Dauntless' CO. "I Can hear the Arrest she has bulkheads collapsing." Pausing for a moment. "Several small bulkheads collapsing on several of our Escorts." Dako's thoughts are additionally interrupted by Onami whose smooth voice slithers into the Commander's ears. "The Merciless is not responding to Comms, looks like their Bridge has taken a mass driver or torpedo hit. The crew appears to be attempting to abandon and scuttle the ship, they've stopped firing" Dako silently nods electing not to openly acknowledge the news though the Senior Officers throughout the 6th Fleet would notice the unresponsive Marauder which had been disabled.

"Any escape pod launchers seen from the Arrest?" Dako cringes turning to face Onami, his own eyes had noticed none and believed to already have the answer but cared enough to ask the question explicitly. "No sir, none witnessed." Cursing beneath his breath Dako places both hands on Onami's shoulders for a moment. "Give me accurate damage reports on the Dauntless" Dako's eyes widen; Irritated even as fire continues to pummel against their deflector shields while they obscure Triaxis with their hull. "A crew of mechanics and firefighters contained a fire in the reactor room, but all of them; Raki, Chief Ulam and the fat kid were all killed. Reactor is operating at fourty-five percent capacity to prevent further fires, a company of Stormtroopers was spaced and their barracks on the upper deck has been decimated and the port-side shield emitter has been disabled by a mass driver round. The Bow has been shredded by continued attacks at Triaxis behind us." Onami explins with sweat dribbling from the bridge of his nose, incredibly anxious with a dirtied uniform, as if he'd been to the site of the fires himself. With hands on the Officer's shoulders, Dako speaks. "Thank you Onami, pass the word along to limit reactor output and move non-essential crew from the bow towards the stern."

"Commander Asturo, order has been given by Imperator Command aboard the Reprisal to Advance." Dako smiles and offers a 'thank you' to the Commsman before pivoting towards the Transparisteel void before them and clears his throat, preparing to dole out more orders while eyeing the direction of the Itsukusk with a primal hunger. "Move us into a single-file with the Dauntless as the first vessel; Intensify forward Deflectors and have the remaining Daggers form into a double-file on either side of the Cruiser single-file. Place the Hellstrom rearward and advance towards the Itsukusk's starboard as fast as our reactor will handle." Dako intended to draw fire away from the Admiral's Flagship and hopefully wrap around the Itsukusk and completely disrupt the Galactic Alliance's formation turning this carefully curated conflict into an all-out brawl. "Keep all of Hellstrom's complement around Triaxis and have the remaining cruiser squadrons escort our daggers, fire Turbolasers at will and all vessels are to engage electronic counter-measures and anti-missile suites." The Dauntless shudders as it suddenly accelerates forth walking towards the Itsukusk at a brisk pace one by one each of the remaining cruisers falls in behind Dauntless with their Deflector shields all up and intensified to the fore. Leaving the debris field that was once the Arrest adrift through space with the occasional lifeless white plastoid shell containing a stormtrooper drifting from its hulk along with uniformed crewmembers; A grisly sight to be certain though without consequence to Dako even as the fear of Death grips at his throat forcing the Commander to swallow an acknowledgement that the Admiral might very well be sending everyone to their doom. Deciding to try and inspire his Cruiser Group he activates his Comlink, broadcasting a ferocious roar to all Dauntless cruiser group vessels capable of still receiving it. "All Warships! Follow us to glory, they will remember us!" Dauntless' FLEETCOM frequency begins to play the Galactic Empire's anthem quietly, in respect of their fallen and hopefully to rouse their group to even greater feats of courage before the battle would be done.

Carriers

FIV Harbinger (Hellstrom-Class Carrier) | Shield Charge: 80% | Hull Integrity: 77% | Firing At: Itukusk. | Fighter/Bomber Status: Launched.

Cruisers

FIV Dauntless (Marauder-Class Cruiser) | Shield Charge: 45% | Hull Integrity: 61% | Firing At: Itsukusk. | Fighter Status: Launched.
FIV Fearless (Marauder-Class Cruiser) | Shield Charge: 67% | Hull Integrity: 83% | Firing At: Itsukusk. | Fighter Status: Launched.
FIV Relentless (Marauder-Class Cruiser) | Shield Charge: 73% | Hull Integrity: 69% | Firing At: Itsukusk. | Fighter Status: Launched.
~~FIV Merciless~~ (Marauder-Class Cruiser) | Shield Charge: 65% | Hull Integrity: 85% | Firing At: None. | Fighter Status: Launched.
FIV Interceptor (Sondheimer II-Class Interdictor) | Shield Charge: 70% | Hull Integrity: 83% | Firing At: Itsukusk, Interdiction Field & Gravity Wells Engaged. | Fighter Status: None.
~~FIV Arrest~~ (Sondheimer II-Class Interdictor) | Shield Charge: 0% (Particle Shield) | Hull Integrity: 29% | Firing At: None. | Fighter Status: None.

Frigates

~~FIV Stiletto~~ (Dagger-II Class) | Shield Charge: 0% | Hull Integrity: 33% | Firing At: None. | Fighter Status: None.
FIV Dirk (Dagger-II Class) | Shield Charge: 21% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Firing At: Fighters/Bombers/Small Craft. | Fighter Status: None.
~~FIV Needle~~ (Dagger-II Class) | Shield Charge: 0% | Hull Integrity: 9% | Firing At: None. | Fighter Status: None.
FIV Pike (Dagger-II Class) | Shield Charge: 77% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Firing At: Fighters/Bombers/Small Craft. | Fighter Status: None.
FIV Spear (Dagger-II Class) | Shield Charge: 33% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Firing At: Fighters/Bombers/Small Craft. | Fighter Status: None.
~~FIV Lance~~ (Dagger-II Class) | Shield Charge: 0% | Hull Integrity: 27% | Firing At: None. | Fighter Status: None.
FIV Cutlass (Dagger-II Class) | Shield Charge: 41% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Firing At: Fighters/Bombers/Small Craft. | Fighter Status: None.
~~FIV Broadsword~~ (Dagger-II Class) | Shield Charge: 0% | Hull Integrity: 35% | Firing At: None. | Fighter Status: None.
FIV Staff (Dagger-II Class) | Shield Charge: 26% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Firing At: Fighters/Bombers/Small Craft. | Fighter Status: None.
~~FIV Dagger~~ (Dagger-II Class) | Shield Charge: 0% | Hull Integrity: 21% | Firing At: None. | Fighter Status: None.

Kyrel Ren · Dec 12, 2017

Location: Hex L-49

Objective: Infiltrate the GA Flagship Istkusk

Allies: [member="Varas Kyrel"] First Order

Enemies: [member="Zark"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] Galactic Alliance

Gear: In Signature

Ship: TIE Silencer

Kyrel was relishing the moment, he was enjoying having the bridge in his sights, the targeting computer beeping as the bridge was locked on. He could sense someone strong in the Force on the bridge, and more then likely they had sensed him much to Kyrel's delight. He was intent on more serious damage, but he was distracted if only a brief moment, before being bolstered by the power of the dark side, provided by Sister Decitus and the Supreme Leader. He spun the craft in a barrel roll the powerful blasts of green laser hitting the bridge, not enough to destroy it, unfortunately, but it did do some damage.

But he had craved... No Needed more. He wanted to kill his enemies with his own hands. To make them pay, to avenge all those that have died from Kaeshana to Hoth. To cripple the Alliance and weaken them somehow and yet he had an idea, Starfighters were not enough no. He would meet them if he had wanted to face them with his own hands. To have his blade taste blood and avenge all of the innocent blood on their hands, all the while in his mind which was wrought with furious anger, a thought persisted. "You will be avenged..."

This was no longer his duty to the First Order, his duty to the Knights of Ren nor to the Supreme Leader... This is personal and has been for so very long. It had been brewing inside of him like a beast in his cage... The beast kept getting angrier and angrier with every atrocity the Jedi did... Murdering innocent men, women, and children all for what because they discriminated the fact that the First Order was evil... Evil was only a perception, al Evil just like the concept of Good was only what the weak had called them. What the weak had feared, and like such creatures the Alliance feared what they did not understand, They had separated themselves as the savior's the heroes to defeat all evil. They believed that they could justify the atrocities and absolve their crimes, and for their foolishness, they would pay the penalty.

He spun the Fighter away from the bridge, sending his dark aura to the Jedi on the bridge, letting the being know that he was coming for them, in the meantime [member="Morro"] had done as he had asked, and batteries were started to unleash volley after volley of green Turbolaser blasts, to soften their shields up of the flagship, all the while banking left and right, avoiding enemy turbolaser fire. Pure Dark Side energy flowing through him unlike any other from Decitus and the Supreme Leader where he felt like he was invincible.

He had heard the mental call of his daughter, which for a moment started to give away to rage as he saw on his sensors that an enemy fighter was tailing them both now. He had responded via Telepathy. "Curse you girl... Disobey me again and you will have more to fear then the Alliance... Come to me now we will reveal ourselves to our enemies at once." His tone, of course, was livid as he then broke off the connection, to go around the craft, using the Individual Field Disruptor to go past any shield they might have, he broke through an opening as he entered the hanger... The Silencer crashing through the area, skidding along the floor as sparks were made before slowly coming to a stop.

Soldiers were beginning to surround the area, as Kyrel emerged, his hate ready to be unleashed as his red blade ignited with a snap-hiss. Feeling a couple of Light Signatures aboard, he was more than ready to reach them. But he would need to take care of the soldiers first, as the first troopers that had arrived in the hanger began firing to which Kyrel responding, moving with Force Speed... Blocking blaster bolts with his saber, batting them away as if to give them a show, but they quickly began cutting them down.

Their screams filled the air, as he removed limbs, and even heads until one unlucky trooper shot him in the shoulder, roaring in pain, he lifted the man slowly before impaling him on his saber, those that remained, afraid of ending up becoming like their brethren fled, while Kyrel deactivated his blade reveling in their fear. "All I am surrounded by is fear, and Deadmen." He remarked waiting for his daughter, before pushing to what he was truly after. Those that were on the Command ship's Bridge waiting for him to feel his wrath.

Jaius Sovv · Dec 12, 2017

Location: Hex L-49
Objective: Things Fall Apart
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: First Order
Proximity: [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Samka Derith"]

Observation Lounge

"Do you ever think that if we understood each other -- even a little more -- we might --"

"I would not be here if I didn't," Jaius answered when it became clear the Grand Moff's question would remained unvoiced. And it was true, in a matter of speaking. There had been other solutions to the First Order's grievances over the loss of Kuragin station, but the Sullustan President had offered himself up as a grand gesture of accountability and self-sacrifice, in part because it had allowed him to see more of Imperial space these past few months than even their most successful SIS operatives, "If there is one thing you and I can both agree on, it is that ignorance is the truest foe of all."

President Sovv elected to end it at that, for he had inferred by the uncomfortable, almost distant look on Natasi's face that she would prefer they change the subject. The elder statesmen had trusted his counterpart not to feed him directly to their judicial system at its most savage, and so far she had delivered. He had intuited as well that she possessed some personal reservations over the chilling of relations between their people under a more active Supreme Leader. But as a loyal servant of the First Order, there were limits to what she could do. How far she could do.

Not for the first time, he wondered how much longer the Grand Moff's waning political influence would protect him from the wolves at the door.

"There is not much to tell that you would find so fascinating," Jaius redirected, sipping on his cocktail as he scrutinized the assembled board before them, "We are a simple, industrious people. Not as prone to grand intrigue as...more theatrical species. Slow to fight, unless provoked. We are at heart traders, and explorers."

Silently, the old man chastised to himself. Humans, he had almost said. There were many species across the galaxy, Sullustans' included, who found humans to be somewhat unpredictable. Entropic, even. And yet these strange pink skinned apes ran practically half the galaxy, and came in so many variations each was almost a species unto itself. Even on his own planet, humans represented the largest minority, as their role to play in the federal government was commensurate with the sheer number of them populating Alliance space.

"In the Alliance, our cities are called inverted jewels," dimly, Sovv realized he was beginning to prattle. But Moff Fortan had the endearing quality of indulging him more often than not, "Of course, to us you are the ones who are living upside down. How you spend all your time above your surface, with all that empty sky, it just seems so...unnecessary."

The President shrugged, leaning back in his seat as he realized at last it was his turn to go first, "Ah, you have given me white, how fitting. We can at last be what the rest of the galaxy wants of us."

He tittered over his own joke, relishing the idea of a little more simplification to life as a politician and diplomat in this cursed universe. Black and white, good and evil, up and down. It was all perspective, and from Jaius' point of view the pieces on the board, albeit exquisitely carved, were just pieces. Each one no different than the other. Except that wasn't entirely true, was it? Because there were pawns and knights, kings and queens. Chess was far more a game about order versus chaos than good and evil.

In the end, after an amount of deliberation verging on torturous, the Sullustan elected to open with a King's Gambit. It was a popular opening strategy for white, effective, and yet quite counterable at master level play. It also weakened his own King's position, which may have been a subconscious factor in the decision, as his own position was feeling particularly vulnerable lately. Occasionally he could hear the sound of rapid bootfalls outside, enough activity to remind him that something big was going on.

"You never told me you lost your mother at an early age," he said as he moved his pawn across the board with an unsteady hand, "That must have been difficult, my sympathies. Sullustan mothers take great joy in bearing witness to their daughters' achievements. I am certain yours would have as well."

Vlannem Pox · Dec 12, 2017

Allies: [member="FN-6767"]
Enemies: [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Jax Rhane"]
Objective: Escape the battle.

Pox gritted his teeth, and began to jerk his controls, trying to entertain the oncoming ships. Trying to draw their fire. But he was too late. The assault by the Rogues was devastating for the Adlers. Four and Three were destroyed in quick succession detonating into almost beautiful fireballs. Their gunners too slow to react to the assault. Vlannem felt his heart sink into his stomach. Those were his friends. His squadmates. His throat became dry, and his whole body sat rigid, trying to piece together what happened.

"Pull away boys, pull away!" Kell snapped over Comms, Pox turned into their tail, and kept accelerating as fast as he could. Soon enough, the remaining four fighters came into range of one of Imperator Command's mukhitar-class anti-fighter corvettes. "Alright." Kell began, his voice was husky, and his breathing laboured, "Form up with the fleet, and I'll get some orders for us."

Vlannem eased up on the controls, "Computer, play Angels of the Sunrise." He ordered, before retiring, and leaning back in his seat. A stiff silence came over the pilot, and his stormtrooper colleague. "I feel, that that, right back there, that was an experience." He informed her, "Like, that, that right there is something we take to our graves." He paused, "And it'd feel bad taking that to the grave, if I didn't know your name." He said, "So, you got one?" He asked, "Mine's Vlannem. Vlannem Pox." He paused, awkwardly chuckling, "But Hairgel's fine."

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As he waited for a response, the First Order fleet began to now slam into the Alliance's battleline. Pox watched as the First Order vessels and Galactic Alliance warships slammed whatever ordinance they had on hand into one another. "Alright lads." Kell said, coming onto the squads comms, "Form up, we're gonna see about tearing up this battlecruiser, and giving our navy cousins a hand." He paused, "Keep it loose, I don't want to lose any more of you today."

Pox nodded, "Understood sir, moving to position." Pox replied, ignoring his first statement. There would be no more dead today. Not if he could help it."Ready missiles." Adler Six commanded to the stormtrooper. "Save 'em until you see a target worth our salt." He paused, trying to elaborate, "Think about a gun emplacement, crack in the armour, comms dish or array, that sorta thing." Vlannem said, "Just don't get too trigger happy." He warned, "Alright?"

"Adler's ready formation Fel-nine." Kell ordered, "And be ready on my mark." Vlannem took a deep breath, and tightened his grip. He closed his eyes, until he heard the key word. "Go!" Making a hard left, the TIE fighter charged down towards Excubitor, holding off on attacking. Near immediately, the Alliance corvettes which defended the capital ship began to fire. Vlannem began to try to dodge and avoid fire, however it was too late, with a blast glazing the wing. The TIE began to wobble violently, its stabiliser disabled. "Slick, you're hit!" Kell snapped, "Slick, hold on we've-"

"Go!" Vlannem snapped, "Just go, we'll be fine!" The pilot began to accelerate towards the Excubitor's hulking mass. He watched from the corner of his eye, on his sensor as his wingmen broke off. Part of him wanted some misguided escape attempt. Some rescue. But he wouldn't begrudge them that. This was suicide. Vlannem focused on piloting, attempting to stabilise the TIE fighter. His teeth clenched, and his hand steeled in a near fist. He needed some out, somewhere to escape. Or cause as much damage as possible.

Initially he wanted to go out with a bang, slam into the bridge, until he noticed the hangar. Open, and beckoning some kind of escape. Vlannem let go of the controls, and let the TIE spin out, all the while accelerating to the hangar. "Alright stormie, hold on tight back there." He said, as the TIE spun out, "Hold on when you hear the beep, right." He continued, pausing, and breathing in, "This is gonna be a bumpy ride." The lieutenant reached down, and stopped the spiral, accelerating to the hangar. He was going in at top speed. As the TIE flew closer, Vlannem withdrew the music holotape from the computer, and clipped it onto his belt. He watched, and waited for the right time to strike.

At about twenty meters out, Vlannem ejected. The TIE pilot, and stormtrooper ejected into space, as their ship flew into the hangar. Immediately, Vlannem felt the cold. Although his flight suit was insulated, he knew it was but a matter of minutes, before he froze. As the ejector seat began to move towards the hangar, Vlannem's eyes closed, and time seemed to stop. His life flashed before his eyes. Those precious years on Varonat. The tender embrace of his first love. The jovial nature of his fathers laugh. The warm sun. The cooling rain. The cute girl at the cantina, he'd always wanted, but never had the courage to ask... All of it seemed to pass. As if he lived his life bit by bit.

Vlannem only stepped out of his trance when he felt the warmth of entering the hangars airlock. It was there, he opened his eyes. The TIE, had slammed into the corner of the hangar, cockpit still in tact, with the wing now crumpled. With entry into a gravitational field, the ejector seat, which held both pilot and gunner slammed to the ground, but momentum saw it skid across the floor, sparks flying. The seat crashed into hangar equipment, knocking most of it over, destroying the neat handiwork of Alliance crews. When the ejector seat stopped, Vlannem didn't do anything, but pant, before collapsing in the seat. They had survived.

Ara Zambrano · Dec 12, 2017

Hex L-49 \\ FIV Executioner \\ Resurgent-class Star Destroyer
Faction: First Order \\ Enemy: Galactic Alliance | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Halron Corr"] \\ Status: Take them Alive
In Vicinity: [member="Sieger Ren"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Elensa Jari"]
Equipment: Ba’Olin (Aura suppression only, see OOC note) \\ Lightwhip \\ Armour

The onyx visor of her helmet swiveled violently to catch Brennan in its crosshairs as the order rung out from the Knight of Ren, blaster fire echoing out around them in immediate response. Multicolored sparks exploded around the hanger as shots found their marks, metallic shrapnel raining down from the destroyed husks in rapid succession, the troopers methodically destroying the small droids with zero hesitation. A reprimand for disobeying her orders poised on the tip of her tongue, halted only by the return of Sieger’s dominating presence in her mind, the harsh, overwhelming tones consuming her own thoughts with his orders.

Threads of his rage set her vision flashing to red, the fires of her own anger stoked with his power and his presence. The master flinched under the pressure of his wrath and his will, the urge to drop to one knee before his demands palpable, to submit to the vastness of the mind pressing down against her own, all encompassing. Pride and stubbornness persisted against the onslaught, as sudden and fleeting as it was, Ara’s stance unyielding. Helmet snapping up and away from Brennan, her distorted voice cut through the riot of sound enveloping the hangar around them.

:: Hold your fire! ::

The sharply barked order saw an immediate cessation of hostilities, the mechanical tones of her vocalizer eerily similar to that of Brennan’s, little distinguishing one from the other. A void of sound engulfed them as the bombardment against the corvette ceased, the squadron around them poised in a semi-circle, weapons trained on the target even as they stood down. Stillness settled across the hangar as the Master stepped forward, separating herself from the collection of Ren and soldiers gathered, a point of focus for the occupants within the ship, as well as a potential target.

The hiss of the loading ramp slowly beginning its descent captured their attention, the echo of another voice projected from the ship, announcing their intent to disembarked from the crashed corvette. A corner of her mouth curled up in a knowing smirk. Even through the distortion of the communications system, she would recognize it, the voice that had once called her back from death. Yet, here again, they found themselves on opposite sides of the field of battle, he and his people impeding on their purpose and presence.

Her fingers flexed beneath the armourweave gloves she wore, aching to wrap around the cool metal hilt hanging from her belt, to ignite the amethyst and onyx plasma to mix with the crimson glow of the Knight’s weapon behind her. Instead, she held fast, lightwhip lying still and quiet from her hip, visor trained on the pair of signatures emerging from the vehicle. Canting her head in curiosity, she cast her mind out, probing and inspecting the second aura accompanying the good doctor, far more muted and passive in the Force than Bantam’s. Not one she was familiar with, absent from the brief time Ara had spent as a guest on the Outer Rim, and one she all but dismissed as their murky shadows appeared.

:: By order of the Supreme Leader, you will stand down. Desist and power down your ship, all personnel will submit to boarding procedures. ::

Cool robotic tones said without inflection carried her orders to any within range, expressed without room to refute their validity. The impassive face of her helmet stayed strained on his figure in the distance, hands held loosely at her sides, a silhouette surrounded by the harsh gazes of blaster nozzles, Caehl Ren, his Apprentice, and the Iron Mantle. A display of power and strength, she waited, patience overriding bloodlust as the edict to take them alive reverberated through her mind.

Devoid of her familiar blade, Ba’vanim, and the Armour that had graced her frame in battles before, she wondered if he would recognize the woman standing before him. The first true test of her rebirth into the Ren, Sarathiel replacing Ara as she took on the mantle of Arch-Queen of Panatha and Master of Ren. The amulet resting between her breasts pulsed with threads of Darkness, a beacon of power that kept her own concealed and hidden from those who might make the connection between the helmeted figure and the young Zambrano monarch, connections that needed to stay severed.

:: Kneel and submit yourself to the Authority of the First Order, or you will be made to do so by force. ::

Shia Kryze · Dec 12, 2017

“...don’t tell Yasha, she’ll give me the living end.”

"Don't tell the hellraiser, got it. And I'd like to think I'd be a better mother, but I'm afraid that I'm a poor Mando'ade and not married at my age." Shia smiled into her helmet. "And I completely agree. Lets see if we can't give them a lovely Lifeday present."

Elensa Jari · Dec 12, 2017

Location | Onboard the FIV Executioner, Hex L-49

Faction | First Order, acting against the Galactic Alliance

Allies In Vicinity | [member="Sieger Ren"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Ara Zambrano"] | [member="Xiomar Ren"]

Enemies | [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Halron Corr"]

The troops of Iron Mantle had recovered quickly and were gathering for orders quicker than Elensa herself could recover. Propping herself up with her lightsaber pike, the young woman breathed carefully to recover her equilibrium, feeling the ache of muscles that had felt fine but a few moments before, but were now having to recuperate from the sudden force exerted against them by the concussive shock of the ship that had crashed into the hangar. The others had likewise returned to their feet quickly: already she could see the dangerous figures of @Caehl Ren and [member="Ara Zambrano"] squaring off with beings that had emerged from the crashed vessel: her Master had activated his weapon and stood ready for battle, while the woman had barked out instructions to surrender.

Elensa found some amusement in that: unless the crash had been unintentional, which would have been highly coincidental, given where the crash has occurred, these beings had come with every intent to cause harm to the First Order, and were perhaps under orders to capture or even kill the Supreme Leader. They're hardly going to surrender because they meet a challenge on arrival, the young woman thought silently, though she refrained from rolling her eyes, knowing that she had eyes on her. Ah, yes, orders must be given. Of course.

Reaching out to grip the arm of the leader of the special forces unit, the former Sith sought to establish a telepathic link with the other woman's mind, a trick she had often been forced to use in order to allow her to communicate with others. She knew many who could extend their thoughts without physical contact, but that required a level of concentration she simply wasn't prepared to offer in most situations: to be distracted purely by the attempt to convey her words would leave her more vulnerable than she cared for, so this would suffice.

"Deploy your troops as you see fit, Commander," she conveyed telepathically, knowing that the woman would only hear the Hapan's voice within her thoughts, while the others would know none of it. "They are here for the Supreme Leader. If we fall, ensure they go no further." It seemed unlikely that the two Knights of Ren would find themselves easily overcome, but these things had been known to happen, and it was better to be safe than sorry.

Relinquishing her grip upon the female soldier, Elensa shifted her lightsaber pike over to her left hand, squeezing the activation stud such that it ignited, a purple blade extending out from the top of the pike, less than a meter in length. It was an unusual weapon in some respects, but the slender phrik stave had proven useful on many occasions. Holding it in both hands, the blade swept forward in front of her, the young woman moved to approach her Master, feeling her legs becoming less shakey with each step. Just as well, if there's going to be a fight.

She wasn't yet certain who her opponent would be: whether she would fight next to her Master directly, or whether others would step forward and require occupying in the meantime. Such is one of the unknowns of war, she reflected. Few battles are so civilised that your opponent can announce themselves before the fight begins. No doubt the same would prove true here: her first awareness of an adversary would undoubtedly come when the first strike was made, and a response was called for. All that remains is to wait for that moment.

Coren Starchaser · Dec 12, 2017

Location: Space, the final frontier, these are the voyages of the starfighter Rassilon
Allies: GA, immediately [member="Aryn Teth"]
Enemies: First Order, immediately folks on the Executioner [member="Sieger Ren"] [member="Xiomar Ren"] [member="Brennan Cabrol"] [member="Ara Zambrano"] [member="Elensa Jari"]

The Rassilon was a wonderful fighter, and with Coren’s carte blanche of sorts with Silk Holdings, he knew he’d be able to replace the thing. That was never a concern with him. Sure, losing it will be a blow to his ego, but if he loses it because he was boarding a star destroyer to kick the First Order in the face? Well, so be it. He could deal with that. Just like any person in the Alliance could deal with the unbridled excitement Coren Starchaser got from diving into combat. Sure, he was a supporter of the Light Side, but following the Aing-Tii teachings for a time, he has a very colorful definition of the light side. And right now? All that mattered was staying alive long enough to remove some supporters of the Dark Side to save those of the Light.

With the response from Teth being cut off, he saw the green flash and moved his fighter, banking and juking, having the shields take the brunt of the shot before he had to struggle to get his fighter under control. That was not good for the systems, and many of the ship’s internal computers were lighting up red and the cockpit was filling with an angry smoke. Reaching out in the Force, and using his armor’s commlink, he sent out an order to his pilots.

“Give them hell!”

With the focus on that, he didn’t see the starfighters coming in at him, but was too deep into the Force, his implant giving him angry feedback as the ship’s systems were not combat ready at the moment, and alerting him to land. That feeling of a stress headache? The one you can work through but it hurts like a schutta pulling the last bill out of your account on that no name ordinance planet that you just needed shoretime on because your commander was being a pain.

Dumping the power from the weapons into the shields and engines, he pushed the throttle as well as he could and slammed the stout fighter onto the deck. Sliding the fighter until he could get the attitude jets to spin the damned thing around, he shook his head. Crash webbing sucked, and his armor was more for planetary based tumbling than a hard starship crash. Unbuckling himself, he concentrated on the implant to push the canopy open. Should he need to, his suit would keep him alive in a flight out of here.

He looked at his armor and remembered the cybernetic arm from the elbow down. He really needed to get the upgrade, maybe iBorg was still doing business. He shook his head. Grabbing his lightsaber and maser he nodded as he hopped down from the ighter, looking around the shattered hangar.

[SIZE=11pt]“Teth, you here?” The last thing he wanted to do was have to solo this dungeon.[/SIZE]

Liuna · Dec 12, 2017

Location: Orbit of Sullust, On Board Pantera class Stealth Frigate
Objective: Prepare/get to the shuttle!
Allies: SJO, GA, [member="Dusaro Dresari"], [member="Jerit Kolomor"], [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Kira Novak"], [member="Allyson Locke"]
Opposition: N/A
Equipment:

Armor, Assault Rifle, Shield Gauntlet, Shatter Gun, Heavy Blaster Pistol, Detpack x 4

Back in her quarters, Liuna changed into her new Shadow Armor. It was fairly light, but still had enough protection to hopefully keep her safe from harm. The shadowsilk made her movements silent. The Mirialan was used to wearing rugged clothing, nothing this sleek, dark and… form fitting. She shrugged; there wasn’t time to mess about with her appearance right now. With that, she stepped into a pair of magno grip boots, loaded up her utility belt, and paid a quick visit to the armory.

With wide eyes, Liuna pondered the array of weaponry available. Small explosives – check. She doubted that she would need much more than a couple of detpacks today. Next, she reached for a couple of small guns and set them in place on her hips. In order to supplement her light armor, she clipped on a shield gauntlet and no-show. Lastly, she picked up a Grendel Assault Rifle and slung it over her shoulder. Liuna rubbed her gloved hands together in anticipation; this was going to be good.

She met up with the others in time to learn that she would be part of strike team Gamma, along with Jyoti and Allyson. While she was familiar with the echani woman, she did not know the other that was due to accompany them. Well, she supposed the best way to get to know someone was in battle. Nevertheless, they looked like an able team to assault the CIC. The other teams seemed very capable, too. Liuna waved over to Dusaro Dresari as he moved to his own transport with his team members. Too bad they hadn’t had the chance to make another bet.

Giving her helmet a quick pat with the palm of her hand, she gave the hangar a last look. Moving with the sea of armored people, she boarded the transport vessel and settled in. Standing shoulder to shoulder with the others, she suddenly felt a bit restless. There was no room to pace here in the close quarters of the shuttle, and so she drummed her fingers along the top of her helmet as she waited. The arrival of Jyoti Nooran drew her attention for a moment.

The Echani woman was still something of a mystery. Though Liuna had seen her a few times now, they’d never got to talking much. As Jyoti moved past, she offered the woman a stiff nod. It wasn’t long before the transport was free of the ship, and her gloved palm quickly found a hand-hold to grip. It was fairly quiet, soldiers stood like statues as the ship sped swiftly towards their destination. As they neared, Liuna finally covered her face with her helmet.

Her trigger finger was already growing itchy.

Samka Derith · Dec 12, 2017

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Sith Meditation Sphere of the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]FIV Concordia [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Allies: The First Order[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: The Galactic Alliance ([member="Jairdain"], [member="Zark"], [member="Cedric Grayson"], [member="Taeli Raaf"])[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The battle had truly begun and her skills were needed immediately.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Let’s stop playing around, shall we?[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] The Ren thought to herself as she reexamined the holographic display of the battle around her. The holotable provided by the ship was primitive but it did the job.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She saw one Star Destroyer was already lost. She noted it was supposed to be the ship where the Supreme Commander himself, [member="Asharad Graush"] was to be. The man was not dead, she’d have felt it if so, but he had allowed his ship to go down. How disappointing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Ren reached out to seek the Supreme Commander’s location and felt his dark aura aboard an enemy vessel, some sort of carrier, Samka lacked the knowledge or interest in ships to tell exactly what. Unfortunately, Graush’s Epicanthix heritage prevented her aid but there was one beside him who could be helped.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Samka’s dark presence latched onto the familiar figure of the FOSB agent at their side, [member="The Major"]. Her voice hissed in the woman’s ear, bringing a cold chill alongside it, “Star Destroyer damaged and you’re wounded already? Quite frankly, a pathetic display, Major. You disappoint me. You disappoint me because I[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] know[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] you can do better.” The dark power that flowed in didn’t seek to sooth the woman’s injuries, but to capitalise on them. The pain, the suffering, it built anger, it built strength. It did not relieve her wounds but gave her the energy needed to push past them. “The Supreme Commander requires your assistance, see to it that our friend returns in one piece and you’ll be appropriately rewarded.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Across the battle lines, she settled onto another familiar, one she was infinitely more accustomed to than the FOSB agent from before. [member="Ara Zambrano"], another member of their order. It was as though icy fingers traced their way up Ara’s spine to signify her presence to the woman. Already had she been empowered by the Supreme Leader himself, Samka would just solidify her heart.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Rats sneaking aboard the ship? I won’t stand for rodent infestations, you know,” her tone with the woman light, playful, familiar but it echoed powerfully and terribly. “You will give no hesitation, you will take every opening and leave no room for sentimentality. I have faith in you, no matter what you face.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Ren’s attention shifted to the others there, to [member="Brennan Cabrol"], the man was a fanatic whose attitude she admired, he knew his place. Although she had not yet gotten around to punishment for his deal with the Sith, willing or not. Samka would allow the matter to slide without mention for today. Her aura enveloped him in a cold embrace and her voice echoed to remind the boy of his place before travelling next to [member="Elensa Jari"], a relatively new face. She should be the only one unaware of Samka’s identity but the strength granted and the hushed youthful voice saying: “Prove yourself…” would be unmissable.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]All those present and aligned with the First Order in the hanger would have their strength boosted, their willpower hardened, their abilities refined and their rage intensified. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And it didn’t stop there. Across the fleet, hundreds of crewmen heard the voice simultaneously. It shouldn’t have been possible to focus so much on so many with such little time given but she could do it. With her natural affinity with Battle Meditation, groomed since her early teenage years, combined with the Meditation Sphere, she felt strangely… infinite. She was omnipresent and omniscient.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Then.. a twinge of doubt. Something had made its way to her. Samka had no way of knowing that the doubt was an attack by the Jedi Master, [member="Tiland Kortun"], that he was attempting to trick her into believing her ship was in danger. All that she knew was a negative sense that her position was more precarious than it seemed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She glanced around, she felt no immediate danger here, the ship seemed sturdy and there were no alarms, the Captain hadn’t summoned her but if that was just because of her isolation that she couldn’t feel the ship breaking apart? What if the Captain was already dead and thus couldn’t call her?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She reached to call him instead then found pain.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Electrocution.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Samka yelled in pain and surprise as the attack stopped. She slammed her fist into the floor, glaring upwards towards the holo of the battle. That wasn’t an enemy attack, she’d been electrocuted by the ship she sat in.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Weakness,” the groan of the ship echoed within her. “It was a Jedi illusion. You were fooled so easily… Perhaps this is why you are not Sith, you may have died in the Acolyte trials...”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Samka snarled, “You dare…” she needed this ship, she needed its abilities yet it had attacked her. It took every ounce of her restraint not to reduce the interior to scrap.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Are you... angry , child?” The ship wheezed. “Use it. Focus towards our enemies, Decitus Ren, only then will we triumph.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Samka growled but otherwise remained silent, the situation was rapidly changing and whether the ship was friend or foe was a question she found herself increasingly unable to answer.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Still she focused once more. No longer content to solely protect her allies, a cloud of Dark Force energy descended upon the minds of the Alliance soldiers, it’s power bolstered by her rage against her own tool.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It would bring pure despair upon any it inflicted.[/SIZE]

Kier Grey · Dec 12, 2017

Hex L-49 \\ Vlannenm Pox's Fighter \\ TIE/SF Mk. III

Faction: First Order \\ Enemy: Galactic Alliance \\ Status: Gunner Seat, Vlannem Pox's Fighter

FN-6767 "Scars"
TIE/SF Mk. III

FO-02 Stormtrooper Armour (Tank Trooper Variant, one-color white passive camouflage)
FastTurn-3 Hydrospanner
Plasma Torch
Stuncuffs
G-11F Blaster Rifle

Listening to the Pilot speak about losing his comrades, his friends gives Scars pause to glance over her right shoulder towards him on the other side of the seat and goes to speak with a serene calm. "I know what it's like to watch one's comrades burn better than most..." Scars' voice trails off continuing to listen to the Pilot out of a shared experience, it was one of the few times Pox might see FN-6767's anger and irritation give way to true compassion and empathy; she usually concealed such for fear of it being viewed outwardly as weakness. Offering a silent nod in response to the statement about the both of them taking that experience to the grave what was an omnipresent scowl across Scars' pallor softens somewhat when he presses for her name. That was shocking, she didn't have a name like most Stormtroopers though she had a serial designation and thought it best to provide this first for the record's sake if there was going to be a record of this stored somewhere.

"My designation is FN-6767, but most who know me call me 'Scars'" FN-6767's gaze shifts away from Pox out the honeycomb canopy fore of the firing controls, she thought he might not know why given he'd never gazed upon her face, or the mechanical arm which looms beneath the armour along with a mosaic of incision and puncture scars across the torso. Silently listening to Hairgel state his name and introduce himself properly. "It is a pleasant surprise to be wrong for once; you're not all entire incompetent and you certainly don't lack for a level of bravery." Scars' admits without shame or Malice it had just been accepted fact by the Stormtrooper until this point that all adult volunteers are worthy of nothing but having their skills and 'talents' written off, dismissed by the longer trained Stormtroopers. "Computer play 'Let's move' by 'Force, Space & Stars'" FN-6767 speaks the command into her helmet's computer which procedes to play the stored track.

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

"Loading Missiles" Scars' replies while she listens to the missile belts shuffle for a moment, it was almost like being a humble Gunner within a TX-series tank again. "Up!" FN-6767 seemed to graciously accept the command though largely due to their new personal understanding which had broken down some barriers for Pox when speaking to the battle-hardened and war weary Stormtrooper. "Got it, and Hairgel if we survive this I'm cashing in my credits for those cigars and booze you offered." Scars cannot help bit grin toothily beneath the helmet's visage, possibly coming as a Shock to the Pilot that the Stormtrooper might engage in the proliferation or even use of what was commonly considered contraband items; but when you had a multi-fuel engine nobody blinked an eye when you were moving some pure alcohol.

As they're hit and begin to wobble violently Scars bites down on her bottom lip firmly and presses teeth so deeply she feels her own skin break beneath the force. "Status Hairgel!?" Scars' heeds his warning and releases the firing controls from her grip to clasp handles around the cockpit; one in each hand with a death grip as if holding on for dear life itself. Without warning Scars' feels her organs drop down into stomach as they're both flung upwards out of the TIE fighter into the void of space soliciting an uncharacteristically girlish shriek from Scars who is quickly calmed by a comforting presence; space's cold fingers wrap its fingers around her body welcomingly but only for a second. Craning head upwards she spots the approaching 'open' particle shield protecting the Hanger's Airlock, some craft zooming past the floating Trooper and Pilot.

"Hairgel, eyes up! We're going to hit the deck hard!" Scars skillfully arcs her body downward and pulls her G-11F from Holster; readying the blaster. THey slide across the hanger floor with the Stormtrooper now shouldering the weapon locked into Semi-auto squeezing its' trigger 'Whoompf' 'whoompf' 'whoompf' Scars fires with a smirk and watches three pilots duck for cover though not before one's elbow is impacted sending a limb hurtling across the Hanger. "Not so tough now are you!? Who wants some, Come on!" While Vlannem had collapsed into his seat Scars immediately releases her harness with one hand lurching forward she purposefully falls into a prone position and fires at the stunned and worse; still standing Pilots of the Galactic Alliance. Scars growls viciously; for her crewmembers killed on Hoth she would slay four-score and go for thirty more or until she felt satisfied.

Tiland Kortun · Dec 12, 2017

[member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Mirax Eygan"] [member="Alyson Halle"]
[member="Samka Derith"]
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"Well," Tiland mused, now that he had seen one of the other members of the Jedi party that had survived. "We're here, I suppose we might as well take advantage." There would be a way that they could perhaps disable the interdiction field or use the station as a negotiating chip in order to resolve a cease fire. Or, he reflected, they could destroy it. That would likely be the most effective.

But a dark wave of rage rippled through the Force and it carried the dark sail of despair in its sails. The man frowned and took a deep breath. That would not do, not at all. "But I fear that we may have darker foes at hand."

His voice was crisp and tightly drawn. "Our battle is not a physical one, but in the Force. And yet..." His voice trailed off. "The two are far too closely intertwined to separate."

That was the challenge for all Jedi who found themselves involved in warfare. Light and Dark were immaterial realities that surged through the universe, and it was to this that the Jedi's allegiance was owed and it was here that their greatest battles were fought. Yet, one could not retreat within one's self and fight an internal battle. There were others caught in the impact of the war as it spilled into the physical realm. One, or the other.

There was no right answer to that question. Circumstances changed too frequently for there to be a concrete answer. But for now, he would have to combat this darkness in order for there to be a difference among the physical character of the war.

He took a deep breath and sank into the Force once more. The mind trick had likely already served its purpose. But for now, he wrapped himself in the Light of the Force and amplified it outwards, moving to meet the Darkness where it spread. He let it flow into him, deeper and deeper, and then bloom brighter with every heartbeat. And as he did so, he directed it towards the source of the darkness. He couldn't tell who it was or quite where they were, but he felt their presence as clear as an eclipse could be belt.

Jairdain · Dec 12, 2017

Location: Space to the Exubitor and its CIC
Objective: Battle Meditation
Enemies: FO, their allies and [member="Samka Derith"]
Allies: GA, their allies, [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] and [member="Ronin Wendigo"]

This was not the first battle for Jairdain nor would it be the last. However, this was her first time involved in something in space. That was not a concern for her. The scale of the field was not an issue, however, getting where they were needed could have been. If not for their escort, they wouldn't have made it, she was sure. Arriving, disembarking and then climbing into what, for lack of a better word were golf carts, they made their way to the CIC of the Exubitor.

On their route there, she further sensed the reach of that somebody using Battle Meditation. This person was going to soon be stopped from casting. However, for a few moments, her touch faded from those she had reached out to. What had caused this, Jairdain did not know. It gave them more time to get where they needed to be though.

With Asaraa and her brother at her side, she had no doubt they would prevent anybody from interrupting her once she began her own Meditation. Arriving at the CIC, they climbed off the carts and headed in. This was the more secure place on the ship and in theory, the most difficult to breach. With their own troops with them, those of the Alliance and Mandolorians, she was confident they would be fine.

She had no special area or sphere to use, just a corner set aside for her use. It was all the master needed. Having found where her skills rested, she had trained in the mental arts in school and used them more than once since joining the Jedi. Her ability had caught the attention of Sith Lords. Whoever was casting this again would soon know the name Jairdain Ismet.

Knowing what to do, she was now able to divide her focus better than before. Others were already working meditation into the mix and she mentally smiled. Their assistance would come in handy and make her own ability stronger. The fact they were there would allow her to devote her attention on the First Order and whoever was casting for them. Mainly she wanted to prevent that person from continuing and she reached out to follow the thread to its core.

The blind master couldn't see what the woman rested in, but she knew it was alien to her. Very dark and maybe had its own defenses against penetration. None were triggered as she followed that thread through the walls. What the woman saw in her mind, Jairdain did not know. She did not project any image of herself, only her presence in the Force.

A true mix of light and dark, no confusion though. Not like the last she had been within the arms of the First Order. Jairdain was clearly here to stop Samka. A young woman a few years younger than herself. Another one apparently built, molded and created for this purpose.

You think to aid your brothers and sisters. You hope to hinder mine. I am here to stop. Come child, let us talk.

The voice in her mind, unless it was blocked would sound feminine and held no anger or hostility. However, it was penetrating and not easily ignored. There was a hidden strength that might be picked up on. Jairdain was familiar with fighting and was prepared for an attack.

St0rmSlaSh · Dec 12, 2017

Location: Sullust, Orbit aboard Pantera-class Stealth Frigate

Objective: Mobilize

Allies: GA, "Radama Raiders" (HOORAH!), [member="Valkren Calderon"]

Opposition: The First Order

As Jerit walked with his friend, Valkren, down the corridor, he felt the man's hand onto his shoulder. It reminded him slightly of his Father. He heard Valkren's comment on having to pull the boy out of battle again. Jerit chuckled.

"Not on your life! Well, maybe... but hey, I have learned a lot since then so I think I will be good enough!" Jerit said.

Then Jerit thought that he will get shot again. The thought pained him. He hated having pain inflicted on him. But as a Jedi, he would learn to have to go through it and overcome it. To let go of it and to become one with yourself.

After some more walking, Jerit and Valkren have made it to their assigned transport. The ship looked nice. Although Jerit was starting to mold with the SJO and its allies, he was still blown away by all of the ships and weapons that they had. It was truly remarkable.

As Jerit neared the transport more and more, he was greeted by some soldiers from the unit. Jerit recognized some of them and gave them a smile. They teased him a bit about what happened on Ord Radama, but the boy did not pay attention to it.

Just guys being guys. He thought.

Jerit actually quite enjoyed seeing some of the men's faces again. It made the boy feel more at home than anything. Jerit also noticed a newbie or a "shiny" to the unit. Jerit smiled and laughed a little.

"You'll see what kind of fire we're talking about when we get to the objective soldier."

Then Jerit saw a man come up to him. It was Lieutenant Harris. Jerit knew his name from Ord Radama, but had never engaged in a personal conversation with the man. Harris placed a hand on the boy's shoulder and Jerit looked to and greeted Harris after he greeted Jerit. The young padawan placed himself on the ground and let Harris talk to Valkren. The boy was still thinking about the upcoming mission. He was afraid that something would happen, he just did not know what. He tended to think like that a lot but most of the time the thoughts never ceased its way out of the boy's mind.

After the conversation ended between the two, Valkren let Jerit know that he was gonna walk about the hangar. Jerit quickly got up and joined him. The padawan walked adjacent to Valkren's left side. It has been indeed a long time since the two have talked, and Jerit wanted to know how he was doing recently.

"So, how have things been?" The young boy questioned...

Jerit closed his eyes in self meditation. He wanted to stay calm before the boarding commenced. Even though his eyes were shut, his mask was activated so nobody knew if his eyes were open or not. He also decided to turn all communication off, so that it would not disturb this final moment of calmness within himself. He was in the transport ship, left to Valkren, and right to Lieutenant Harris. Jerit's emotions about the mission diminished all thanks to the self meditation.

Now Jerit waited until the boarding commenced. He went deeper into his mind, looking to his past, obtaining the feelings of warmth, comfort, and love that would help him focus on the mission, and to have no emotion but peace with himself and the galaxy...

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Zef Halo · Dec 12, 2017

Hex L-49 // ANS Red Veil // Hangar Bay -> BRIDGE
Faction: The First Order // Enemy: The Galactic Alliance and Mandalorians
Notable PCs: [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="The Major"], [member="Lily Kuhn"], [member="Raph Thule"]
Objective: Seize the ANS Red Veil

Therran remained gravely silent at the short exchange of words between Empress And Supreme Commander. Their connection as clear as day.

Very interesting.

Unfortunately, the Sith Knight could remain strategizing what to do with such important piece of information as the doors tocanother entrance to the bridge slid open. Smoke materialized while Asharad had already been quicker to react.

The Supreme Commander's quick movement had him come face to face with the first enemy. Immediately, Therran did not hesitate on his next actions. Tapping into the ethereal, Graush attempted to telekinetically seize the soldier Asharad was attacking as if a fist had clasped its grasp around him.

Subject 37 · Dec 12, 2017

Location: The Crimson Dawn Wreckage, Hex-L49
Allies: GA | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Adora Namadi"] | [member="Baiko no Kaho"] | [member="Listralli Namadi"] | [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Dorn Skirata"] | [member="Davon Karr"] | [member="Dagon Namadi"] | [member="Karsan Calnov"]
Enemies: First Order | [member="Sieger Ren"]

While Baiko talked up a storm, Aryn simply tromped his way to the bridge and pointed his gnarled and gloved finger out the viewscreen.

They were not here to chatter, they were here to kill and fight, to bring glory to the Mand'alor. He well understood the emotions that were rushing through the others, and if he had been a different sort of creature he might even have joined in their comradery, but that was not who he was.

Never would be. "That one."

He pointed to a ship, it's hull decorated and sliced apart. There were a dozen or so other vessels floating around it, some firing towards the ship and others attempting to defend it. Aryn had no idea whom it belonged to or who they would find on board, but from the way everyone was clustering around the ship he could only guess that it was important. It was all he needed right now, all that he wanted. The Crimson Dawn had burst apart beneath their feet, this ship?

This ship would be theres.

"Take us to the hull." They would do things differently. "We'll cut through."

And from there take the ship.

WelshPsych · Dec 12, 2017

Yuroic had kept close to Jairdain as they moved from the medical vessel that they were aboard to the shuttle. His cloak covered his features and he remained in the background or in the shadows. While it was clear that the First Order were launching an attack on the Galactic Alliance, Yuroic wasn't yet sure that he was ready to face a new opponent. The prosthetic arm that he wanted to use when facing an opponent had yet to be built so while he had a new lightsaber, he did not have a right arm. Which was his more dominate arm for combat.

When he heard that there had been boarding parties, Yuroic stepped out of the shadows and removed his cloak. His left hand gripped his lightsaber's hilt tightly and he looked to [member="Ronin Wendigo"] and [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] "Go, I will ensure that no harm comes to Jairdain while she uses her mental abilities." Yuroic gave the order in a calm tone. War was not unfamiliar for him, he had been in many fights and this one would not be that much different to the others. Only that there might be fewer innocent lives endangered than others.

Yuroic stepped back into the shadows, guarding Jairdain with his keen gaze but attempting to not appear obvious in what he was doing. He thought it would be fortunate if he were to take an opponent by surprise if they were to approach [member="Jairdain"] with the mindset to attack her. It would give him a brief advantage, something that would not last for long after the first strike.

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