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

WelshPsych · Dec 12, 2017

double post

Progflaw99 · Dec 12, 2017

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Hex L-49 \\ FIV Executioner \\ Resurgent-class Star Destroyer

Faction: First Order \\ Status: Unleash Hell

Allies: [member="Dako Asturo"] | [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]

[member="The Major"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Morro"] | [member="Samka Derith"]

In Vicinity: [member="Ara Zambrano"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Elensa Jari"] | [member="Xiomar Ren"]

Relevant NPC's: Omega-Four-Five-Nine

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As the Destiny trudged ever onward, a shrill alarm sounded across the bridge, this time louder than the last. The small frigate eating up an inordinate amount of weapons fire. It may have been small, but some stroke of luck saw it barreling forward, unfettered. Another report signaled a muted chime. According to the readouts the bridge of the enemy vessel had been eliminated - and yet it still. Kept. Coming. Even as the Destiny's port engine began to sputter the vessel continued on its route towards the Executioner. It was close enough now that as the escape pods ejected from the ravaged hull they were swept into the Executioner's tractor beams and redirected towards the ventral hangar. As they arrived they would be immediately surrounded and their occupants forcibly detained. It wasn't merely stormtroopers who stalked this bay, but Sieger's own Praetorian Guards - or at least one of them.

Simultaneously another alert began to chime, a quiet indicator gone unnoticed at first due to the array of other alarms and alerts harrying the bridge crew - till the Disciple of Ren stepped in. In shock, the violent snap-hiss of the lightsaber blade being ignited drew the attention of both Captain Cavadan and Commander Lupus. It was with a measure of horror they imagined the violence that might be exacted upon their seemingly overwhelmed crew - but then the blade disengaged. There was no time for hesitation, no time for inaction and after a quick intake of breath they resumed their efforts to staunch the bleeding Executioner and prevent her from taking more damage than she'd already sustained.

Sieger's attention was unbroken, the invasive power of the Dark Side flowing through him and into the minds of those under his command. Every starfighter pilot violently pursuing their prey, every ship commander carrying out complex manuevers in defense of Triaxis, Every solder and trooper participating in this fight that would echo against the halls of time as the reopening of hostilities between the two superpowers. Strength and clarity of mind dominated the First Order Forces for a time, and then a subtle falter as Sieger's attention was jarred back to the bridge of the Executioner. An irritated snarl growled under his breath as he heard the voice of his Disciple, words inquiring as to a course of action. It took self discipline to not unleash the powerful torrent of rage flowing through his body, the Dark Side of the Force channeled though the Supreme Leader, onto the disciple for his intrusion. Such was not Sieger's way, she would learn, but she would learn not at the end of his wrath.

"Patience my Disciple, we will wait for the precise moment to strike - not a moment sooner. Let them believe that they are the wolves until it is too late."

Venom practically dripped from the Supreme Leader's tongue as he spat the words forth, eyes snapping open as he located Xiomar Ren. A great measure of the Dark Side escaped his gaze just then, flowing nearly unadulterated into her small frame. It was by the grace of Sieger that he returned his attention to the First Order Task Forces, a renewed surge of raw domination guiding their very actions. When the time came, he knew they would be ready. Through the commotion that was the battlefield he could sense the scourge of the Light Side close, the presence of a Jedi undoubtedly confirmed emanating from within the Executioner's port hangar. How they had managed to breach it was of no concern to Sieger, it was what they planned to do that amused him. *Such malevolence there, a burning desire to kill.* The corners of Sieger's lips upturned into a feral grin as he anticipated the fight to come.

It was then, as he felt the subtle shift at the very edge of his consciousness. *Not here... no, beyond.* Among the enemy vessels there was an overarching presence. More than one. Just as the Supreme Leader and Master of Ren had begun coordinating the battle via their own dark form of battle meditation, so also the Galactic Alliance must have had Master Jedi emboldening their own soldiers - no, they did. He could feel them out there, just beyond the murky darkness that was their own. It filled him with anger, with unabashed rage. Nothing was ever set in stone, not the battle, not the war... but there was no doubt that the number of lives snuffed out would be small on either side. *An acceptable loss.* Sieger heard himself think, the man's resolute confidence and determination spilling over into those his efforts reached.

And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.

And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth,

to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.

~Revelation 6:8

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A brilliant flash of light.

Death. Not one. Many.

In a single massive explosion, the frigate which had up till now been on a collision course erupted as its reactor went critical. Carved to bits by the First Order battle line and ravaged by the close range fire of the Executioner's boosted turbolaser batteries it had finally given in - but not without consequence. A ship reactor generates untold amounts of raw energy, utilized by various systems across the vessel it is installed in. Without a vessel to power, the overload sent an enormous ripple of energy shooting forth from what was left of the Destiny. Sieger's eyes snapped open, a malevolent glare piercing through the viewports of the Executioner's bridge, the shockwave from the unexpected detonation sending a hard concussion wave through the hull of the Resurgent-class Star Destroyer. He had only a moment to reach out, grasping a nearby console to prepare himself for the sudden blast.

Bridge officers not seated were thrown from their feet, Captain Cavadan hurtling into the bulkhead shoulder first. His cries of pain were muffled by the cacophony of alarms erupting from the command trenches. Commander Lupus had managed to be inside the starboard trench when the shockwave subsided, a small cut on the his crown the only injury which marred him. Immediately he jumped to action, his voice filling the bridge with a tenacity unseen by the crew till that very moment. Captain Cavadan's body had gone limp, his screaming ceased as he faded from consciousness to coma.

Damage control teams rushed to the uppermost levels just beneath the quadranium plated, dorsal hull. The damage to the hull was minimal, but much of the quadranium had been scored away by the blast, significantly weakening portions of the dorsal surface. With eyes like fire, Sieger's demeanor changed in an instant, a scowl marred by the rage building inside of him rest upon his features. Perhaps the move was made to demoralize, perhaps it was made to cripple the Star Destroyer, it made no difference to the Supreme Leader. His retribution would be nothing if not thorough, swift, and the gods pity those who were to bear it. It was little matter to withdraw his attention from the unseen arena over the battlefield and instead begin to focus his attention wholly on the enemy vessels. Those that drew his ire were there - just to the front.

Dirgible Class Corvettes. Of course Sieger had no idea what they were called, nor did he care. They'd done exactly as they had been ordered to do, their effectiveness against the First Order screen of support vessels undeniable. Even as Sieger's gaze fell on them they went about their work, the sensation of every life lost to their weapons tingling as the Supreme Leader absorbed what he could of their life force - should the Jedi have sensed it no doubt it would only have reinforced their decision to attempt an assassination, such monstrous acts could not be left unaddressed. To Sieger however, it was primal. A need for survival, an act of brutal efficiency that would see retribution paid upon his foes. Raising an empty hand above his shoulder he growled, gathering the power of the Dark Side around him. A silent and invisible torrent of raw energy forming just beyond the transparisteel viewports. At first it was merely a pebble in size, swirling and spinning in the void. There it grew, first slowly and methodically, but as time passed it began to increase in size exponentially.

No momentary pause, no speech given, simple culmination of energy and raw Dark Side power created a cataclysmic rupture in the Force as it sped near instantaneously towards the nearest of the Dirgible Class Corvette. A malevolent spear of dark energy shot forward at breakneck speed - and though the Dirgibles were certainly fast, an unexpected assault of such magnitude and of such an unorthodox nature could hardly be planned for or even detected. In Sieger's mind he could practically see the rupturing force of the spear piercing through the durasteel hull, severing electronics and evaporating lesser metals and materials used in starship construction. Obliterating consoles, human flesh and bone, the spear ripped through its target. All across the vessel electricity surged, engines sputtering as the ship canted and began to rotate on its axis. With a final flicker of light the gutted hull drifted aimlessly. To survive such a strike would have been worthy of a medal, a story to one's grandchildren as an old man. However unlikely, nothing was ever certain on the battlefield, only that there would be death.

As Sieger unleashed his revenge, Commander Lupus had assumed command of the bridge. His voice remained steady, clear and loud above the din.

"Get me a damage report! Damage Control Teams to the Dorsal Bow!"

Yet another interruption as a Junior Lieutenant raised his voice shakily.

"Sir! We've got incoming ordinance! Initial scans indicate some sort of..." He hesitated. "...Buzz droids..."

The look of terror upon the man's face showed he couldn't have been more than a one year. Buzz droids were the least of Commander Lupus' worries. At present, the quadranium would hold while they dealt with the other pressing matters, but the Lieutenant was right - if they didn't take care of them, sooner or later it would come back to bite them.

"Get our raptors back, they're on cleanup duty. Warn the damage control teams, I want ion carbines with every squad. Prepare to lockdown sections of the ship should we be breached!"

The Executioner was a stout ship but even so it had taken a beating. Bruised and bloodied it continued a wide sweeping movement to starboard, it wasn't a ship designed for speed but the blast had caused it to rotate faster than anticipated. They needed support soon, and in the form of more than just a fighter screen. Barking orders, Commander Lupus opened a comm channel to the Concordia.

:: Captain Carrak, this is Commander Lupus of the Executioner. Requesting immediate support. Enemy vessels have dealt considerable damage to our hull, we need support as we re position to our rear. We need you along our rear as we pass across. ::

Buzz droids on the hull, an out of commission starboard hangar, boarders to the port hangar. They were in the thick of it now. Commander Lupus had found his niche, not behind the desk as an XO, but as a capable battle commander.

FIV Executioner

1300/2904 Shields
2303/2904 Hull

Attacking: Therapy Command Support Vessels (Frigates/Cruisers) with Turbolasers (Boosted), Ion Cannons, and Torpedoes. TIE Raptors engaging Buzz Droids along the hull of the FIV Executioner. ([member="Cathul Thuku"]) | Firing Turbolasers (Boosted) and Ion Cannons at the ANS Itsukusk , Darkshear Assault by Sieger Ren on ONE Dirgible Class Corvette, attempt to split in two/gut (description is 3rd eye perception only (What it might look like visualized in Sieger's mind)) (@Zark)

Actions:

3 Squadrons of TIE Raptors, Targeting buzz droids along FIV Executioner's hull.
Damage Control Teams Patching Starboard Hull.
Additional Damage Control Teams Armed with Ion Carbines assessing and repairing Dorsal Bow Surface.
Security Detachment Sent to Starboard Hangar, Attempting to Detain Unknown Crashed Boarders.
Sith Battle Coordination Collaboration Ceased
Darkshear attack on Dirgible Class Corvette
Providing Covering Fire for Sixth Fleet Corvettes and Frigates ([member="Dako Asturo"] & Robogeber)

Movement: Angled Nose Up (Current Position Below Plane of Itsukusk), Blast from Destiny ([member="Rick Kaloo"]) redirects Executioner starboard. Attempt to withdraw to the rear and re-face Alliance Battle Line.
Notes:
Keeper-class Platform Triaxis

Focusing Targeting Disruption Systems on Therapy Command Weapons Systems and Deployed Tracking Weapons (Torpedoes) by Directional Array
Focusing Sensor Dampening Arrays, aimed at ANS Itukusk (Overwhelming Data Input to attempt a SIGINT blackout)
Continued Target Painting Arrays and Began Transmitting Real Time Tactical Airspace Data to the First Order Fleet (Locking Targets for easy vessel acquisition) - Primary Focus: ANS Itsukusk
Experiencing negligible interference from counter EWAR due to network of stations & Additional Fleet Support (Complete Airspace Picture due to Keeper-class Platforms and Proprietary Relays)

Karsan Munin · Dec 12, 2017

Location: L-49
Allies: Mando'ade l [member="Aryn Spar"] l [member="Baiko no Kaho"] l [member="Davon Karr"]
Enemies: Dar'Jetii l [member="Sieger Ren"] l other Ren-based bad guys l
Objective: Par Manda'yaim. Breach the Executioner.

As the Mandalorians boarded their shuttle, Karsan gave a thumbs up, which was returned by Aryn. No words needed to be said, everything was actions. Deeds, not words. The hatch closed on the shuttle and they descended through the battle. Karsan didn't tell them to buckle up, they were all proud warriors and didn't need to be told what to do. If they did, they did. If they didn't- they could float and bounce around his shuttle at their hearts content.

He was ordered to go towards another ship, and his throttle went downward- hard.

They soared through the dogfights, and stayed close to the debris to avoid being picked up by the sensors. Heavy lining and beskar plating on the ship meant that they might not be picked up by thermal scanning. He flew non-erratically, hoping to avoid the point-defense turrets, but the stealth capabilities of the shuttle (especially with the cloaking system activated) compounded by the chaos of the fight, meant that they would probably get on the massive ship, relatively unnoticed- if noticed far too late.

Karsan turned his head back to Aryn, who gave him a 'go-ahead' motion with a movement of his mighty hand. Karsan went to go land on the Executor's hull- and did the thing that the Sith taught him to do, but the Mandalorians were teaching him to perfect.

Raise hell.

No force users on board. No lightsabers. No Jedi Masters. Nothing like that. Just trained killers, the best of the best. Karsan rolled his knuckles along the joystick, and looked to the shotgun resting in the holster beside the pilot's seat. He was excited to see it in action. [member="Silas Mantis"] had designed it, as he understood- and he was eager to repay the man for setting him on the right path. Karsan tapped the console, signalling to the rest of the occupants that they'd arrive on the hull, if uncontested, within a few moments. He held up two fingers.

Less than two minutes.

000 · Dec 12, 2017

Location: Hex I-49 aboard the Excubitor
Allies: GA, SJO, Mandalorians ( [member="Jairdain"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] @Asaraa Vaashe )

Enemies: FO and Allies

Objective: Defend Cathul and Jairdain

[click me holo to hear the tunes]

It was then once the group got going and the troops he'd been with close the gap between them and the forward first squad that his initial inquiry seems not matter. As even though he came with what would be the tail end group of the assault his forward sense told him enough of those he was standing in this fight. That if anything else in his mind put a good enough weight on his step and eagerness to allow himself not hold back as much.

"Go, I will ensure that no harm comes to Jairdain while she uses her mental abilities."

As in a briefest of the moment, he was soon met by Yuroic who no sooner spoke and he turns to face him. Giving a slight nod and spoke briefly,

"....very well and will make frell sure keep them back."

And with that said turn back towards the ensuing battle heading their way Ronin slowly drop both hands to the side. Sprinting as he did to fall behind the other troops. Who by then was set up to dig in making their stand as from ahead slowly inch by inch their enemy came. All but ready press on the attack and as they did come that he pause stand to grab a blaster in one hand he joins in with the volley of fire that met the advancing enemy forces. Seem poised and at first, giving him no mind ....perhaps mistake him for nothing more than a common trooper. Given the way, he was cloth or appeared. But then again the smug look on the enemy troopers face no sooner was wash away. As no sooner had they close the gap that he sprung the trap pulling from behind with the force. He brings one the saber in hand and activates it. Employing the tactics and skill he'd gain thus far not only from the varied master as well his time on the streets on his own .....he continues to press his attack.

LT-137 · Dec 12, 2017

Location: 'The 'Excubitor.' -> Ventral Hangar Bay -> Central Access Corridor.
Primary Objective(s): Board the "Excubitor" and Assassinate Admiral Cathul Thuku.
Secondary Objective(s): Capture Alliance Personnel, Sabotage the Procurator X - Designate; "Excubitor."
Allies: The First Order, The Golden Company.
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="Cathul Thuku"], @Kiyron.
Equipment: See Thyrsian Sun Guards NPC Entry.
Complement: Two Phaethon-Class Assault Transport's (Departing), Fourty Thysian Sun Guards (One Legion).

When it came to boarding actions, there were several ways for a defender to purge his vessel of invaders. The first and most direct approach was to vent the atmosphere from whatever chamber they had elected to claim as their own. For many scenarios, such an event occurred upon the hangar bay, were such an eventuality came to pass by flicking a switch and deactivating the magnetic shield that kept the nutrient-enriched oxygen contained. This often caused an onrush of violence, as anything and everything that was not bolted down, became a deadly projectile as the atmosphere was swept out into the dark abyss of space. Any freshly arrived unit of invaders would find themselves torn from their feet, as crates, hydro-spanners, or even their boarding craft itself was torn from the flight deck and cast from the vessel. Thankfully, either because the commander held some measure of hope for his dying soldier to recoup their losses and claim victory from the grasp of defeat, or elected to take the moral high ground, such a contingency wasn’t enacted.

Instead, it seemed as if the man - or woman - manning the shipwide security terminal held some measure of mercy for his fallen kin, and chose to seal the blast doors that would’ve allowed the band of merry mercenaries to spread their destruction throughout the battlecruiser as they speared towards the bridge. Denied their righteous advance, the Alliance was given a brief moment of respite in which would allow them to redirect several units of Marines towards the boarded area, in either a bid to stall the invaders, or if they were lucky, successfully repel them through superior firepower. However; containing a hostile force to a single area acted much in the same manner of cornering a rabid animal. They would scramble for any purchase, in a bid to breakthrough whatever stood in their way.

Having recognized the tell-tale signs of the latter scenario coming to fruition, through years of hard-won military experience rather than some form of prescience, the Tribune of the Sun Guard Legion felt his sadistic smile fade. As his Centurions reported that the myriad exits were sealed, and confirmed in turn by the Imperial Agent herself, Khonsu had bit his tongue in the hopes of stemming a ceaseless tirade that bubbled within his breast. They were slower in claiming victory then he would’ve liked, and such a lethargic approach had cost them the advantage their surprise attack had given them. Sure, dozens of Alliance marines were laid low in their rapid assault, but this was a battlecruiser, it was more than likely hundreds - if not thousands more would take their place. Fourty Sun Guards was an impressive military unit but against those odds? Attrition through numerical superiority would become their downfall.

So much for the meteoric rise, the Tribune mused.

As he peeled himself away from the bulkhead, the Thyrsian watched with vested interest as his Handler had commanded his Legionaries to police the bodies of the injured and secure them within their primary method of extraction. A part of him wanted to lash out, to tell this woman that removing their dropships from the Excubitor would leave them behind enemy lines without a means of safe, and easy egress. However, as his men did as they were bid, Khonsu’s fury began to ebb - as it was swiftly replaced by the horrors his eyes had witnessed. He watched the other Imperial, the one that kept to himself during their tumultuous journey towards the Alliance Battlecruiser, and their nigh-silent flight towards the sector beforehand, place his skeletal hand atop a fallen soldier’s cheek. What happened next, defied all conceivable thought. An ethereal shimmer of burnt umber flickered through the air, before vanishing from sight mere seconds later. The fallen marine, that the shrouded figure had knelt over, spasmed in a clatter of armour with torrents of blood fountaining out of his many wounds as if an invisible wraith tore at him from beyond the veil.

The Sun Guard felt his blood chill as he bore witness to the impossible, and heard the ethereal shriek of a dying soul. Though he had an inkling about what had just transpired, everything within his body railed against his senses - demanding him to fight back against this newfound abnormality. What went unbeknownst to the Tribune, was an awakening of his untapped potential, deeming the sight of abhorrent necromancy an act that worked in opposition to nature itself, and defied the very will of the force. It was monstrous… and as the Sorcerer set about his work, Khonsu felt his heart harden in merciless indifference. So what if this man sought to rouse the fallen from their eternal rest? They were naught but lambs to the slaughter and deserved to be forever denied their place in the afterlife. Who was he to judge those that were sent into Death’s loving embrace?

So long as it was not his life or the lives of his kindred… what did it matter? So many questions, accompanied by heartless answers echoed within the Tribune’s mind, and none of them were helping them through this newfound predicament.

Casting aside his misgivings, and seeking solace within his own authority, Khonsu turned away from the grisly work that the second Imperial Agent had busied himself with and returned his gaze towards his Legionnaires. Many had followed the commands of their handlers and gracelessly tossed the last, battered, Alliance Officer aboard their twinned dropships. Like she had dictated, the woman wanted only those not too injured to move, as it seemed the Security Bureau wanted to interrogate living prisoners. There was some muffled comm chatter regarding the horrid sight of necromancy that seemingly pointed out that dead ones would work just as good - if they had more operators like the Sorcerer at their beck and call. Those that were badly injured, and wouldn’t survive the journey were given some measure of mercy as it was unlikely that the Alliance would retake the Hangar Bay in time to recover and treat their fallen comrades.

A single, plasmatic bolt seared through the space between their eyes, ensuring that they felt no more pain and that they died with a small measure of their dignity intact. Khonsu would have it no other way. They were soldiers, just like his men once were, it was the smallest gesture of respect he could offer before the Sorcerer had been able to secure their corpses for his own dastardly plan. That was when Agent Ravel had returned from her sojourn within the control capsule affixed to hangar’s ceiling. He was curious to see her reaction to the horrors that transpired across the flight deck and to see if she had any words as to explain her comrade's action. Rather than getting the explanation that he had expected, she came to him and relayed her findings. His earlier assumption was proved by security footage, and that they would find themselves in quite the tight spot - should they dally any longer.

Moving with purposeful strides, Khonsu kept pace with the Imperial Agent as they moved back towards the bulkhead and took their positions. Several of the Sun Guards had utilized their powered armour and began stacking crates in an orderly fashion near to the door, using what they could to make it seem like that barricade had always been there before the fight had begun. Roughly two Cohorts of Thyrsian’s took their place on either side of the door or knelt out of sight behind their newly erected rampart with their hands tightly wrapped around their gauss rifles. They waited in relative silence as their Handler set to work setting up a jury-rigged detonator and dashed for cover once her work was complete. None of the assembled mercenaries flinched as the door buckled inwards, and exposed the corridor to a shower of fragmented metal and particulate debris.

It was only a matter of time until the firefight began anew, and the might of Thyrsus would grind against an entrenched foe in the bid to wrest control of the corridor from the defenders or be trampled under the titanic foot of the assembled force of Alliance marines.

Elsewhere, as the thermal charge cored through the door and reduced the blast door to nothing but smoke and mirrors, the remaining Cohorts within Khonsu’s Legion began working on making their own entrances - seeking to bypass the remotely locked controls. One of the newest recruits kept slapping a severed arm against a wall-mounted terminal, in the vain hope that the crystalline surface would register the genetic identifying markers of the man that the arm once belonged to. Sadly, nothing but the soft and distant chime of denial echoed through his immediate vicinity. As he attempted to try once more, his Centurion rounded on the greenhorn and smashed a powered gauntlet into the side of hid golden combat helm. “Remove that damned hand from the scanner and place your charge on the door. We don’t have time for your damn games.” Visibly defeated after having been chewed out by his commanding officer, the Sun Guard removed his detonator and placed it within the centre of the blast door.

As the vessel bore a common aesthetic design shared with many Imperial starships, the locking mechanism for the blast doors was often kept relatively within the central section of the intricate lattice of woven durasteel. That meant when he applied his thermal detonator to the door, and wired the device to focus the blast inwards, it would tear through the door and cause havoc for those on the other side as they endured the full violence of his exploding charge. That was if there were any defenders on the other side of the door and if they stood directly before the blasting point. If they were further down the hallway - well - all they would feel, other than the sudden onrush of heat, would be any particulate debris that was thrown down the length of the corridor. Nevertheless, when the deed was done, the Stellar Legionnaire removed himself from the blast door and the radius thereafter and waited for the command.

When it came, he thumbed the detonator and watched as a flower of fire blossomed atop the blast door, utterly annihilating their first hurdle in the advance towards the bridge.

Just when the Centurion was about to order his men forward into the breach, one of the departing Gunships had slowly crept towards the open door - and opened fire with the forward array of twin-linked blaster cannons. A storm of plasmatic fire erupted within the corridor, as rapidly generated spears of crimson light stabbed out in search of hostiles, and laying low anyone foolish to get caught in the dropships relentless cannonade. Though the embattled Alliance marines had put up a valiant fight, seeking to whittle away at the starships deflector screen with all the fury they could muster, it was sadly not enough to defy the fates itself. When the grisly deed was done, and naught but the echoing cries of agony rippled through the fluted spine of wrought metal, the dropship slowly peeled away from the smoking killing field, and joined it’s twin as they sought to make a break for the Order’s ever-growing battleline.

Nearly Four Cohorts of Sun Guards advanced into the smouldering wreckage with their weapons raised and set about finishing what their Pilot had started with drawn pikes and plasmatic bolt.

[member="Emilia Ravel"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Xenro"]

Dusaro Dresari · Dec 12, 2017

Location: Orbit of Sullust, On Board Pantera class Stealth Frigate
Objective: In Transit to enemy Space station
Allies: SJO, GA, [member="Liuna Ondizi"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Kira Novak"] [member="Allyson Locke"]
Opposition: Nothing

3 Flash Bangs, 3 Smoke Grenades, 3 Thermal Dets, 4 2 Pound Explosive blocks

Pair of Shatterguns, Lightsaber, KG-B1 vibro-flechette loaded magazines (Two)

KPA-01 Katarn Armor, Thermal Imaging Visor

Dusaro had been nervous himself during the moments before his first battle. By that point he had already been in fights, but a true war was far different. Sure you could be out there for just a few hours, but you may not. You could be out there for months if the things went bad. That was not likely to be the case here, as it was a space station things would be decided one way or the other rather quickly and rapidly. That had it's own set of issues but it was nothing new. It just meant they had to keep a sharp eye on the battle over all.

"Yeah, you focus on support. I will be the vanguard and i will be mostly using this." He hefted up the battle rifle. "Taking out enemies before they become a issue. I can draw my lightsaber quickly enough if needed." On a place like a space station, he wanted to focus on quickly taking out targets before they even got the start firing and defending. Dusaro was a good and experienced shot, so instead of focusing on his lightsaber he opted to primarily use a ranged weapon to start out with. Had another Jedi not been assigned with him he might have reconsiders, but since Kira was here he would let her take over most of the support role as far as deflecting shots went.

When she asked about if he had ever fought a Sith before, a complex look came over his face, his complextion shifting from it's usual gold to silver for just a moment. "Yeah. Several times." He said shortly, putting his helmet on. "Came out on top in two of those engagements." Dusaro continued as he shifted his suits camo to a gun metal gray. "If you end up having to fight one of them, do not let hesitation enter your mind and make you waver. Hesitation is the one of the greatest silent killers in battle." Soldiers freezing as they went to pull the trigger, fear at overwhelming odds. It only took a small trace of it to bring everything crashing down. She was a Jedi, so he did not suspect her to have any issues against simple odds or enemy soldiers. But against a Sith, he could see it happening. "Stay focused on keeping those around you alive and you will be fine." Dusaro said with a grin behind his helmet as he tapped her shoulder.

That was when orders started coming in over comms, Dusaro raising his hand up as his hand rested on the side of his helmet and he listened in. They were going to be dropping out any second now from what it sounded like as they deployed a few countermeasures and a advance force. Moments later, their stealth transports started disembarking. Holding onto a overhead railing in the packed rear. Dusaro's assault force had a total of six Eidolon-Class transports. Four of them were filled with eighteen marines while the other two each had a squad of Xi-Charrian marines. Out of the Six transports, two carried a group of singularity mines, one box with a task force of marines and the other with a Xi-Charrian squad. The Transports would disembark and then make their heading for the communications array, keeping a loose spread in case any of them were detected and fired upon by heavy enemy fire.

Eidolon-Class transports(6)

Marines(72)

Xi-Charrians(24)

Gir Quee · Dec 12, 2017

Location: Space Operations Center, Union-class Assault/Colony Carrier Ocean Tide, near Station Hapspir
Objective: Board Station Hapspir and suppress its defending forces
Allies: Galactic Alliance & friends: [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Mirax Eygan"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Alyson Halle"] | [member="Zanza Hijikata"]
Enemies: [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] | First Order

Admiral Quee spared a glance from the holos to watch Captain Royce and Colonel Panib depart to brief their people.

Gir let out an prolonged exhale as he watched the battlefield unfold. It seemed almost certain that the Starstruck was about to experience its death knell. But the battlefield continued to rage, and both sides would doubtlessly continue to adapt regardless of that ship's fate. Gir clasped his hands behind his back as they perhaps entered their most important phase of the battle. I can't have my enemy thinking right at a time like this. He flipped a switch on his headset.

“Weapons, begin releasing fracture mines and have them target the Ravager's bridge. Let's see if we bang their bridge up a little.”

“Yes sir. Right away.”

Gir quickly began to release previously dictated orders, letting them circulate throughout the fleet. Fire shifted away from the station to other targets. As much as he wanted to immediately check their response to his orders, he found his eyes drawn to the Tide's elegant but slow dance to the station.

Their moment was now.

“We're almost there,” whispered Hopkins, sliding up to Gir as they watched the Tide near the station.

It seemed that the enemy sensed it as well, pulling back its strikecraft complement and focusing the Ravager's considerable firepower on the assault carrier. Shielding layers burned under the intense heat of the assault, with several fizzling out to reveal the lower layers of the ship's shielding. He could feel the vibrations and slight groans in the hull as the First Order warship struck into the armor of the ship itself. We can't hold like this forever. At least not in our current configuration. He tapped a few commands into his console, advising his flight controller to pull back their fighters. His head darted to look at the holo of the Tide pulling up to the Keeper-class station. The tractor beams continued to draw the assault carrier closer to Hapshir station, pulling the warship and station together so that their longest axes were parallel, with the bow of the Tide pointed directly at the bulbous head of the massive station, and the ship's ventral half lined up with the station's y-axis. Gir wished that they would have been flush with the entirely of the station's hull, granting them ore direct opportunities to board, but a pair of obstinate circular structures blocked that way. Dozens of assault tubes sprung out of the ship's underside to make contact with the station, with their plasma cutting devices beginning to carve into the weakened station's defenses. Already, several hundred L-1 Marinus droids,brandishing PLX-1s and Plasma Projectors, were jetting out into the vacuum to enter the station from holes punched into the stations hull, notably from the proton beam cannons. But they would be but a small portion of the assault party. In a matter of minutes, the massive host of battle droids and Directorate marines carried by the Tide would be able to board the station. If they survived that long.

His new orders to his flight controller were part of that, with one of the squadrons of Cyclones leaving behind several dozen submunition and gravity mines to cover their retreat to secure the immediate area around the Keeper-class Station. From there, they could better ward off other strikecraft sorties that might target any aspect of the boarding operation. Being reinforced by almost two wings of interceptors off of the carrier corvettes also gave them a numerical advantage that they would likely have to utilize in order to pull their mission off. Hopkins seemed to understand the situation well.

“Shift all ventral energy weapons power to strengthen our dorsal shields.”

“Shut off engines, engage Aegis,” added Gir, “we're not going anywhere for a little bit. Give me a status report on the hyperdrive repair.”

Data began to stream from his engineering department head, rough updates that only gave Gir the ost basic understanding of the situation down there. He would have liked to delve more deeply into the drive's status, but he also had to keep track of developments elsewhere on the battlefield. Hopkins continued to rattle off more orders, including the launching of Revirement missiles to target the Tide itself. That sent several hundred of the diminutive repair droids scurrying about the ship's upper hull plating trying to jury-rig repairs to the ship's damaged fittings. Even as they got to work, the Tide began to reveal its characteristics as a mobile fortress. The anticoncussion field began to wrap the vessel in its protective barrier, helping to break up and disperse hypervelocity rounds and energy torpedoes before they even impacted the ship's conventional shielding. Gir spared a quick glance at the weapon's readout of the Tide, noting that several of the ship's batteries had been reduced to slag, while others were offline even as repair crews and droids worked feverishly to restore them. He could see the the ship's ventral PLX-2Ms were attempting to precisely knock out weapons emplacements and other external fittings with bunker-buster warheads, but most of the other ventral weapons had gone silent. Gir could see that the proton beam cannons had built up a full charge again, and were in the process of reorienting to converge on a single point on the station's head. At point-blank range, such power would have little trouble ripping through the station's defenses, though it'd likely severely damage the Tide with collateral damage from debris and secondary explosions in the process. Gir pursed his lips. We will have to keep that card in reserve. As the Tide turned to a defensive footing while its troops began their assault of the station, Gir turned his attention back to the rest of the engagement.

He could see fleeting gray dots shoot out of the Starstruck's crew abandoned ship, with the artillery cruiser's sisterships snatching up escape pods and support craft alike. Yet even though the sensors would read that the Starstruck had no life forms, the almost skeletal vessel continued to fight on almost as a ghost ship. Yet the reality was less inspiring: the brigade's worth of L1 Marinus droids who normally handled the ship's security duties had simply taken their organic overseer's places. Blood had been replaced with circuits, and not particularly efficient ones at that. The tattered craft abruptly heeled to the port and haphazardly broke formation, before rapidly accelerating to ram the closest Marauder-class Medium Cruiser. With so much mass stripped away from its hull, Gir doubted that it make a particularly effective weapon. But it could potentially serve as good distraction and impromptu mode of transport. The other artillery cruisers had shifted their fire to the other approaching Marauder-class Cruiser, relentlessly pounding away at its prow even as they continued to accelerate away from their larger vessels. Gir held out faint luck that the superior speed of the Drakkens would allow them to escape the larger vessels, though he knew that the likely limiting factor would be the accompanying First Order starfighters, given their large numbers and even more superior speed. The Whirlwind ironically had been designed as a counterpart to Seinar's ubiquitous TIE-style craft, being unusually small, agile, and fielded in larger numbers than many of its counterparts. The diminutive fighters darted in and around the larger vessels, breaking tractor beam locks by firing warheads into the beam or darting into the thickest dogfights, where it was more likely that a tractor beam would come across one of the larger First Order starfighters. Yet it was clear that even aided by the Tide's communication's jamming and the nearby point-defenses of the Drakkens that there would be few, if any survivors, at the current rate. Gir could see that already almost half of the Drakken's fighter complement was destroyed.

They would have to switch the rhythm.

Shifting fire had been part of Gir's concentrated attempt to do just that. As the Starstruck made its fateful dash towards its counterpart, nearly a dozen of Gir's light corvettes had activated their their engine boost function, making the already fast craft even faster The ships surged past the station and quickly seized advantage of the Drakken's maneuvering. In coming around in a circular arc, the Silver Jedi starships had caused the First Order starships to turn in order to chase them. That allowed the Directorate and Sector Ranger corvettes clear shots at the vulnerable sterns of the enemy vessel. Rounds of slugs, energy torpedoes, and Firelance-class Torpedoes swarmed over to smash into the engine blocks of the Halberd-class Frigates. Gir guessed that there was little chance that the frigates would be able to outmaneuver the agile corvettes as the fast attack craft closed in to disable or destroy the frigate's engines. Yet he wasn't sure that the maneuver had been executed in time, as he saw a bright flash of light brighten up the hull of the Spectral Scimitar. At least one First Order gunner had found his mark.

Meanwhile, his mixed line of heavy cruisers and frigates were quickly if inelegantly surging towards the Ocean Tide. While they had not caught up with the assault carrier, they were close. With their change of orders, the warships had now moved to concentrate fire on the battlecruiser's heavy weapon's emplacements. With information streaming from the Sowas had provided them with a basic understanding of the ship's layout, the allied fleet hadn't fully discerned the differences between it and the previous Darr Itah-class battlecruiser. But, some things were easily discerned, notably the ship's larger weapons, highlighted as much by their size and energy levels as by the brilliant light that they produced. The Directorate warships began to concentrate their fire on the ship's larger energy cannons, notably the Lance Pulse turbolasers, hoping to overwhelm the local shielding and take out several of the impressive weapons. Trident-class Autocannons began to indiscriminately pepper those areas with proton warheads; they weren't quite in range to be precision weapons yet, but they would be soon.

Impromptu Battle Group Ocean Tide

Union-class Assault/Colony Carrier Ocean Tide Shield / Hull: 615/1150
Hangar: 6 Cyclone Squadrons, 4 Typhoon Squadrons, guarding Hapshir Station
Actions: Boarding Hapshir Station; firing on Ravager; sublight engines stopped: Aegis Anticoncussion Field activated.

Tercel-class Heavy Cruiser Black Sword Shield / Hull: 900/900
Hangar: None
Actions: Overlapped shields, Advancing and firing on Ravager
Tercel-class Heavy Cruiser White Mantle Shield / Hull: 900/900
Hangar: None
Actions: Overlapped shields, Advancing and firing on Ravager
Tercel-class Heavy Cruiser Green Lance Shield / Hull: 900/900
Hangar: None
Actions: Overlapped shields, Advancing and firing on Ravager

Draken-class Artillery Cruiser Falling Star Shield / Hull: 370/445
Hangar: 1 Whirlwind-class Interceptor Squadron; screening base ship
Actions: Circular movement around Hapshir Station; firing on Icebrand
Draken-class Artillery Cruiser Starstruck Shield / Hull: 50/125
Hangar: 1 Whirlwind-class Interceptor Squadron; screening base ship
Actions: Ramming Baneblade
Draken-class Artillery Cruiser Spectral Scimitar Shield / Hull: 320/430
Hangar: 1 Whirlwind-class Interceptor Squadron; screening base ship
Actions: Circular movement around Hapshir Station; firing on Icebrand

Protector-class Frigate Fleur de Lys Shield / Hull: 250/250
Hangar: None
Actions: Overlapped shields, Advancing and firing on Ravager
Protector-class Frigate Rodolphe Shield / Hull: 250/250
Hangar: None
Actions: Overlapped shields, Advancing and firing on Ravager
Protector-class Frigate Cheval Marin Shield / Hull: 250/250
Hangar: None
Actions: Overlapped shields, Advancing and firing on Ravager
Protector-class Frigate Flamand Shield / Hull: 250/250
Hangar: None
Actions: Overlapped shields, Advancing and firing on Ravager

Circinius-class Bulk Corvette Pilgrim Shield / Hull: 100/100
Hangar: 1 Whirlwind-class Interceptor Squadron; guarding boarding operations around Hapshir Station
Actions: Retreating at sublight speed to edge of battlefield
Circinius-class Bulk Corvette Chronos Shield / Hull: 100/100
Hangar: 1 Whirlwind-class Interceptor Squadron; guarding boarding operations around Hapshir Station
Actions: Retreating at sublight speed to edge of battlefield
Circinius-class Bulk Corvette Hannibal Shield / Hull: 100/100
Hangar: 1 Whirlwind-class Interceptor Squadron; guarding boarding operations around Hapshir Station
Actions: Retreating at sublight speed to edge of battlefield
Circinius-class Bulk Corvette Knossos Shield / Hull: 100/100
Hangar: 1 Whirlwind-class Interceptor Squadron; guarding boarding operations around Hapshir Station
Actions: Retreating at sublight speed to edge of battlefield

Directorate / Law Enforcement Task Force
Liberté-class Light Corvette Red One Shield / Hull: 50/50
Hangar: None
Actions: Advancing and firing on Halberd Frigate's stern
Liberté-class Light Corvette Red Two Shield / Hull: 50/50
Hangar: None
Actions: Advancing and firing on Halberd Frigate's stern
Liberté-class Light Corvette Red Three Shield / Hull: 50/50
Hangar: None
Actions: Advancing and firing on Halberd Frigate's stern
Liberté-class Light Corvette Red Four Shield / Hull: 50/50
Hangar: None
Actions: Advancing and firing on Halberd Frigate's stern

Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue One Shield / Hull: 50/50
Hangar: None
Actions: Advancing and firing on Halberd Frigate's stern
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue TwoShield / Hull: 50/50
Hangar: None
Actions: Advancing and firing on Halberd Frigate's stern
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue ThreeShield / Hull: 50/50
Hangar: None
Actions: Advancing and firing on Halberd Frigate's stern
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue Four Shield / Hull: 50/50
Hangar: None
Actions: Advancing and firing on Halberd Frigate's stern

Liberté-class Light Corvette Gold One Shield / Hull: 50/50
Hangar: None
Actions: Advancing and firing on Halberd Frigate's stern
Liberté-class Light Corvette Gold Two Shield / Hull: 50/50
Hangar: None
Actions: Advancing and firing on Halberd Frigate's stern
Liberté-class Light Corvette Gold Three Shield / Hull: 50/50
Hangar: None
Actions: Advancing and firing on Halberd Frigate's stern
Liberté-class Light Corvette Gold Four Shield / Hull: 50/50
Hangar: None
Actions: Advancing andfiring on Halberd Frigate's stern

Summary of Actions

-Ocean Tide lays down Fracture Gravity Mines, which move to attack and target Ravager's bridge tower in attempt to disrupt bridge crew operations
-Ocean Tide docks with Hapshir Station; begins initial breaching and boarding operations as detailed
-Ocean Tide's ventral energy weapon's power is redirected to dorsal shields; Aegis Anticoncussion field activated and sublight drives turned off.
-Strikecraft accompanying Tide pull back to guard boarding operations after leaving mines in their wake
-Tide charges its twin proton beam cannons and begins to refocus their lenses to converge their beams onto a single point on Hapshir Station
-Starstruck's organic crew evacuate, leaving L1 Marinus back-up crew in control
-Starstruck's mechanical crew steers the cruiser to ram Baneblade
-Surviving Drakken-class Artillery cruisers focus fire on Icebrand
-Light corvettes surge forward to attack Halberd frigate's stern as detailed in post
-Heavy Cruisers and frigates advance, almost reaching towards the Tide
-Heavy cruisers and frigates target Ravager's large energy weapon turrets
-Carrier Corvettes continue to retreat: Their 72 Whirlwind interceptors join up and reinforce Ocean Tide's strikecraft complement in guarding the station.

Progflaw99 · Dec 12, 2017

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Hex L-49 \\ Ops Team Harpy \\ SJAS-AAL/FO-03 Tactical Troop Transport

Faction: First Order \\ Target: ANS Itsukusk , ~50% to target \\ Status: In the Soup

Gear in Spoiler \\ In Vicinity: [member="Krayn Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]

Enemies: [member=Zark] | [member="Lily Kuhn"]

--

Pre-flight checks had gone off without a hitch. Launch order had come and gone. Then all nine Hell(s) Broke Luce. As the shuttle Rolf had boarded along with many others shot forth from the hangars of the FIV Crimson Dawn like a horde of angry bees. Just as the last of the shuttles was preparing for launch however a violent blast erupted from behind Ops Team Harpy. On top of the already rough ride the jostle of the explosion sent Captain Mordain lurching forward, slamming against the closed boarding ramp, a quiet exclamation of frustration the only hint of a response from him.

:: Might wanna try lowering the ramp there first Mordain :: Rolf said with the hint of a chuckle.

:: Huh, thanks for the tip Sir, I'll try that next time.:: replied Captain Mordain, a playful tone lingering.

It took only another moment before all joking had ceased. Over the comm the pilot of the craft relayed the dire news of exactly what that last explosion had been. The bridge of the FIV Crimson Dawn had been completely obliterated, the power of over five hundred Alliance torpedoes overwhelming the vessel. There was no doubt in Colonel Amsel's mind it was little more than a husk at this point. Swallowing hard, he gripped the stabilization netting tighter. Now they were in the thick of it. Beneath his feet he could feel the slant of the deck, the rolling of the bulkhead as the shuttle dodged and weaved to avoid the heaviest of the anti-starfighter fire but it wasn't build to dodge, merely to deliver en masse. As such, every deflected blaster bolt and every detonation of a nearby concussion missile shook the occupants to the bone. All of them were veterans, not a single one phased by the almost mediocre trip through open space as they descended upon their target - one thing did differ for Ops Team Harpy though. They'd been tasked with something different than the normal everyday boarding assault - no, they were to assault not just any ship of the Alliance fleet but the monolithic hunk of durasteel, a near literal bulwark designated as the ANS Itsukusk.

The task itself was simple enough, launch, board, and collect as much data as possible while sabotaging anything they could along the way. The reality of the situation was much more daunting. Unknown to Ops Team Harpy one of the very purposes of the unique design had been to not only repel boarders, but also make it incredibly difficult for boarders to traverse the ship unimpeded. It was something they would discover later, should they manage to traverse the harrowing that was the field of battle. Vessels to the left and right dipped and dodged, exploded and spun out of control. The main force had attempted to use the ANS Red Veil as a screen to make targeting difficult - it had little effect. Lives were snuffed out faster than a wind across the bye-altar. Rolf, the head of Ops Team Harpy saw the damage and casualty reports filing in, it was a never ending scroll of names, ranks, and designations. Had they not been in the thick of it themselves he might have felt a twinge of regret, sadness or loss but here in the middle of the suck he felt nothing. A void, not unlike the one he and his crew traversed, cold. Dark. Empty.

Eyes straining to see through the mess of troopers in the lander, Rolf set eyes on the Ren who'd accompanied them. He seemed to be handling it well, and if he wasn't? He hid it well.

:: Lord Ren, we are approaching the halfway point. Casualty reports indicate we're at 45% of our initial force. ::

Their sacrifice would not go in vain. It was at heavy cost, but Rolf was committed. The cool and calm demeanor remained but the embers within had been fanned. He would not go still into that cold night, but rather a burning coal of anger and hatred, turned upon a self righteous enemy set before them. They would burn, all of them.

Equipment (All of Ops Team Harpy (20 + Rolf Amsel, Krayn Ren) ) :

1 x FO-SF Mk I Armor
1 x Vishnu Military Shield
1 x Shield Disruptor
1 x SB-U01 Wrist Datapad
1 x G-11F Blaster Rifle
1 x HG-54 Sidearm (Various Ammo Packs)
3 x Cryoban Grenades
2 x Detpacks
1 x Combat Knife

Ghorumgash Khazund-Veranum · Dec 13, 2017

Location: Hex L-49
Objective: A Golden Spear, A Cold Despair
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Zark"]
Enemies: First Order

Hangar, Supercarrier The Itsukusk

Meanwhile,

As the battle raged out in space around the gargantuan Itsukusk as the giant wrestled and measured itself against First Order's warships, Grom was left to wander and for the most part simply wait within the ship's bowels, armories, and hangars. While this was in a way beneficial to him, since he wasn't actively being shot at and for the most part managed to stay out of direct path with harm, it did made him somewhat worried, and not to mention bored, since right now he was stuck in this flying trashcan, hoping that it does not blow up with him still inside. Besides, the fact that he was unoccupied with fighting off boarders on the Istukusk probably meant that other ships were being hit more fiercely instead, maybe he could speak with the command about sending him off with a wave of reinforcements to relieve other vessels.

The dwarf shrugged, it wasn't his decision or really his issue to worry about anyway, so he decided not to think about it so much for now and just focus on the present, hope for the best, like ability to earn a big fat paycheck so he would not spend his whole life drudging about in warships and on battlefields his whole life. Suddenly the ship shook and hull groaned with another wave of barrages from enemy vessels hitting it, by now the sound of enemy projectiles hitting their vessel became like background noise, just constantly there in the back of his mind, however it did not made him feel any better about the whole situation and his inability to do anything about it. Ghor knew that whichever Jedi ended up being stuck in charge of the ship were conducting battle meditation, hell he was probably smack-dab in the middle of a huge network of multiple Jedi conducting Battle Meditation, a dwarf, especially one that was versed in the ways of the Force, knew when someone tried to manipulate his mind. Perhaps whoever was responsible for keeping the crew morale up got distracted, perhaps there was some sort of Dwarven stubbornness or willfulness that was getting in the way, or perhaps being stuck on a ship constantly under bombardment was starting to get to him, but the effects of battle meditation was not really keeping his spirits up.

Instead of hope and faith in the cause of GA the dwarf couldn't help but feel worry and anger brimming up in his mind, worry for GA did not had the best track record of winning those things, especially lately, and anger, because again, there wasn't much he could do right then to increase his survival chances.

Bwwwwwrmr

Another sound of barrages against the ship's hull echoed out causing the hangar Ghor was in to shudder and shake. The sensation and sound caused something to well up in him, a pressing sensation pushing up against his throat from within, chocking and strangling him like a slipknot. Ghor could feel himself grow slightly pale, unsure about how he was going to end and what was going to open. Another shudder and another sound of battle as the ship shook, this time much more violently and suddenly, little did Ghor knew a strafing run was just conducted that claim some vital systems underneath the bridge. The violent shaking finally pushed Ghor over the edge as the sensation within his throat grew stronger and he quickly scurried aside, dropping his war-axe and a heavy repeater as he charged towards the nearest hyper-trash-bin,

"Ghhhghrheeehkk"

The dwarf gave out a sickening sound as all the rocking and shuddering from repeated barrages caused him to throw up and retch uncontrollably. He gave out a wet cacophony of bile projected out from within his gut for few minutes, drawing some attention and looks from other worried crewmen.

"Oy'm gonna fethin' die in 'ere."

Finally managed to mutter out through a wet sick-stained beard, pulling away from the trashcan slightly as he hissed his piece out, too soon however as another rocking sound forced his eyes to bulge out and he threw himself towards the trash bin once more, retching out more bile still,

"Hhhrurrurl!"

Ghor's body purged itself some more, until finally it begun to subside and the sickening nausea was quickly being replaced by anger welling up within him, which purged itself in a similar way as the dwarf proclaimed out in rage,

"An' it's all dem bloody fethin' droids fault!"

Rick Kaloo · Dec 13, 2017

Location: L-49 Hex, midst of FO fleet
Allies: GA ([member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Zark"], [member="Connor Harrison"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], etc)
Enemies: FO ([member="Robogeber"], [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="Sieger Ren"], [member="Dako Asturo"])
In Proximity: TBD
Objective: Stay Alive

With his escape pod pulled in closer and closer to the Order battlecruiser, Rick began to see his destination. The ventral hangar bay. There would likely be a large group of angry stormtroopers waiting for them, maybe even with kill orders. Or worse, arrest and torture. While Rick was strong-willed, he would pay a significant price for it.

Passing by the explosion zone, a little bit of happiness began to re-enter Rick. There was shrapnel and destroyed TIEs everywhere, and likely other ships that had turned into unrecognizable husks. Maybe Destiny's explosion had even done superficial damage to the battlecruiser too.

"Looking upon the explosion zone, while we didn't impact our target as significantly as I thought we would, we did significant damage to its support craft, maybe even enough to make up the cost of the frigate!" Rick said, all his sadness evaporating away.

The escape pod erupted into cheers, but they were quickly snuffed out when a great shadow appeared above it. There were no top viewports, so no one had any idea of where inside the vessel they were going in until the pod was manipulated upward. It continued to move forward for a few more seconds before landing on solid metal with a loud clunk.

STOP IT ALREADY FORMATTING GLITCH

Status: Destroyed
(Decided to simplify things)

Informed GA defense fleet of flanking plan
Exited hyperspace
Turned toward FO vessels
Deployed starfighters (Target: Executioner)
Starfighters dove below FO visual range
Destiny turned to the right
Order given to prepare for withdrawal
Starfighters attempted to fly through Order lines
Destiny began ramming sequence against Executioner
Surviving Y-Wings attempted to launch missile compliment
Destiny's crew reduced to minimal
Remaining crew members evacuated on escape pods once ramming sequence was almost complete
Destiny exploded

Silas Mantis · Dec 13, 2017

Location: Hex L-49, Karsan's Ship
Allies: [member="Dorn Skirata"] | [member="Baiko no Kaho"] | [member="Davon Karr"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Aryn Spar"] | [member="Karsan Calnov"]
Enemies: FO, [member="Sieger Ren"]

"You could always adopt, Manda knows Monroe left enough orphans." Silas remarked to Shia after she mentioned having no children of her own. By blood Kaden was not his, the boy had spent the first part of his life with his real parents, with Clan Farr, but the war bonded them, and what originally had simply been Silas trying to provide shelter for the child had ended with fatherhood. He was Silas' son, always. But there were always more, the Civil War and the devastation that preceded it had left so many children alone, and once the war ended, and their parents avenged, they were once again alone. Sure most were fighting for the Empire, but fighting would be all they had, and if one had no family to go home to what was the point?

Clambering to a seat in Calnov's ship and strapping himself in to avoid being flung into the nearest hard surface, Silas found himself more annoyed with the First Order than anything. The Crimson Dawn hadn't been a shabby vessel, and it seemed wasteful to lose it and a dedicated crew for seemingly nothing. In addition the loss of several vod gave the event more of a sting.

He simply had given Karsan a nod of acknowledgment as he entered. Neither of them were much for words, so no snide remark about Karsan taking his time or anything similar escaped his lips, not to say the thought hadn't crossed his mind. Taking a deep breath and rolling his shoulders as they barreled through the void, Silas readied himself for the next strike.

Asaraa Vaashe · Dec 13, 2017

Location: Aboard the Excubitor CiC
Allies: GA, SJO
Nearby Allies: [member="Jairdain"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Ronin Wendigo"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
Enemies: FO

The command was quiet, but in the silent efficiency of the bridge Yuroic's words weren't hard to pick up and Asaraa had to catch herself from offering the man a salute before she backed away, spinning on one heel as she gestured the Marines and Beserker's closer to her position as she surveyed the bridge.

"Well, it looks like we're on guard duty, so let's get dug in here. Now, this is important," the girl glared around at the older troopers forgetting her age and lack of experience at that moment. These were her troops and she was going to bring them back alive. "I don't want to see any stupid heroics, I'm looking at you Williams." A red-skinned finger waggled in front of the Marine's face as the Togruta glared at him, she could feel the embarrassment radiating out of the hapless corporal through the force as the rest of the troops looked on in amusement.

"We're in ground Zero for any borders that get past the Alliance marines, and trust me someone is going to get past, they're not set up to deal with what's coming. So if you see someone with a red stick walking towards us, leave them to us." She held up a hand forestalling further comment, "And I know you can take them, but what's the point of having a handy dandy supply of Jedi watching your back if you don't use us? Besides, I'm not so worried about you, I'm worried about how they'll die of embarrassment if I let you do all the fighting. And," a flash of white as she bared her teeth at them, "I'm looking forward to you all buying he drinks back on Kashyyk when I manage to save your lives." A playful smile pulled at the young woman's lips before she stood, gesturing around the room.

"We'll put the Droids up front and the rest of you...stagger out, anyone coming through those doors gets caught in a crossfire they don't walk away from."

As she spoke she could sense the dark forces moving near the hanger of the ship, seeming to cloud the air with their presence, a slick touch on the force that seemed to pulse and stretch it's tendrils out. She found her hand creeping towards her lightsaber as she sensed them, imagined that the tendrils were creeping in towards her. For a moment she could feel her breathing starting to speed up, a shiver passing through her body as she closed her eyes, focusing on the cool feel of the metal beneath her hand, the clink and rustle of the troops surrounding her as they prepared to meet the enemy. She could feel the solid presence of Yuroic behind her, could feel Jardain's familiar touch in the force as she focused her mind elsewhere. Even Ronin, leading the Alliance troops against a squad of the Stormtroopers who had managed to escape the cordon. The girl let out a deep breath, her eyes snapping open as she focused her gaze ahead, the tension seeming to flow out of her. No-one was getting to her charges while she still had a breath in her body.

Shia Kryze · Dec 13, 2017

Location: Orar (the second)
Allies: GA | Aryn Spar | Adora Namadi | Baiko no Kaho | Listralli Namadi | Silas Mantis | Dorn Skirata | Davon Karr | Dagon Namadi
Enemies: First Order |
Ship: Orar
Gear: Cin'tracinya - the Silver Flame

Shia cycled through the airlock just in time to hear Aryn's final words and took a moment to walk over to the display, then nodded.

"How about we come in from below, here - it's not exactly a blind spot because I doubt they've got one, but it is close to their secondary reactors and probably to the lateral power transfer units, if they follow anything like standard design on that big fether. If we do enough damage, we can make some of the defenders come to us unless they enjoy being a sitting duck. Then we can send a second group through the utility ducts to take anywhere we like in the main hull..."

She glanced up and out the forward viewscreen as a lance of dark energy streamed out of their proposed target vessel towards a deeply unfortunate Alliance vessel.

"... I'd rather wear them out than go all in on someone who can do that. Ba'slan shev'la."

Wilhelmine Dahma · Dec 13, 2017

Objective: Target Allied Command (Zark's fleet)
Allies: [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Sieger Ren"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Zark"] [member="Dorn Skirata"]

The Mandalorian ships were less state of the art than the Morro’s gleaming First Order fleet so there was no sense in pulling back now. Though if the juice wasn't worth the squeeze, she would redivert that specific attack group. They were clearly in support of the Alliance but capturing mercenaries did not attract the type of promotion that the ambitious alien sought.

“Have the second attack group continue with another punishing run,” ordered the Chiss officer.

“Transmission in from Admiral Rausgeber,” barked Sloane.

“Go on.”

He read most of the report, emphasizing that the: "Imperator Command will spearhead this assault. The Minotaur will follow through, with a bulk of the fleet.”

She paused for only a moment, her red luminous eyes difficult to read. A less familiar voice on the command and control comms broke her out of her the brief contemplation: "Captain Morro... This is Kyrel Ren... I am going for the Itsukuk bridge... Lay down suppressing fire and target their shields."

“Captain Sloane,” said Morro, her voice low and husky in her strong Cheuhn accent. “We will accompany the Admiral with the Minotaur, but will only target the shields. Keep up the assault on the smaller, flanking vessels. And send a message to Rausgeber. Ask him if it’s wise to fire so heavily upon a capital ship while a Master of Ren is on board.”

She took her orders from her droid companion and only from him. If it came down to it, she would execute a Ren before she defied her superior officer, but she sorely hoped she would not be forced to make that type of decision.

Summary of Actions and Fleet

FIV Assault and FIV Gladiator holding position, their TIEs all on defense
FIV Minotaur advancing now and defending from Attack Group Esk, also targeting the Itsukuk’s shields
All other ships not engaged with Dorn Skirata are still attacking Zark’s fleet. See details below.
5 Mukhtiar-Anti Starfighter Corvettes, 6 Charger Corvettes and TIE Raptors continuing to attack Dorn Skirata’s TU5Ks and fighters. Losses in detail below.
No interaction with the War Droid.

Ship Name: FIV Minotaur
Ship Class: Assimilator-Class Interdictor Star Destroyer
Shield/Hull: 900/1200
Armament: Average
Defense: High
Speed: Moderate
Hangar: 2 Squadrons of TIE Interceptors (10 each, loss of 4)
Actions: All TIE Interceptors attacking the Attack Group Esk and defensive fire from the Minotaur
URL: http://starwarsrp.ne...ictor-destroyer
http://starwarsrp.ne...in-interceptor/

Ship Name: FIV Assault
Ship Class: MANDATOR-X Artillery Dreadnaught
Shield/Hull: 1000/1000
Armament: High
Defense: Moderate
Speed: Low
Hangar: 2 Squadrons of TIE Fighters (12 each)
Actions: All TIE Interceptors defending the ship
URL: http://starwarsrp.ne...ry-dreadnaught/
http://starwarsrp.ne...-tiefo-fighter/

Ship Name: FIV Gladiator
hip Class: MANDATOR-X Artillery Dreadnaught
Shield/Hull: 1000/1000
Armament: High
Defense: Moderate
Speed: Low
Hangar: 2 squadrons of TIE Fighters (12 each)
Actions: All TIE Interceptors defending the ship
URL: http://starwarsrp.ne...ry-dreadnaught/
http://starwarsrp.ne...-tiefo-fighter/

Ship Name: FIV Phalanx
Ship Class: 849A 'Valor' Class, Medium Frigate
Shield/Hull: 200/350
Armament: Moderate
Defence: Average
Speed: Average
Maneuver: Average
Hangar: 2x Squadrons of TIE Raptors (8 each)
Special: Mine layers
Actions: Advancing and firing upon the ANS Rancor Claw, along with 1 Raptors (loss of 7)
3 Raptors deployed at the TU5Ks and fighters (loss of five)
URL: http://starwarsrp.ne...a-valor-class/
http://starwarsrp.ne...911-tie-raptor/

Ship Name: FIV Cyclone
Ship Class: 849A 'Valor' Class, Medium Frigate
Shield/Hull: 250/350
Armament: Moderate
Defence: Average
Speed: Average
Maneuver: Average
Hangar: 2x Squadrons of TIE Raptors (8 each)
Special: Mine layers
Actions: Advancing and firing upon the ANS Rivers, along with 3 Raptors (loss of 5)
7 Raptors deployed at the TU5Ks and fighters (loss of 1)
URL: http://starwarsrp.ne...a-valor-class/
http://starwarsrp.ne...911-tie-raptor/

Ship Name: FIV Goliath
Ship Class: 849A 'Valor' Class, Medium Frigate
Shield/Hull: 140/350
Armament: Moderate
Defence: Average
Speed: Average
Maneuver: Average
Hangar: 2x Squadrons of TIE Raptors (8 each)
Special: Mine layers
Actions: Advancing and firing upon the ANS Remember, along with 4 Raptors (loss of 4)
6 Raptors half deployed at the TU5Ks and fighters (loss of 2)
URL: http://starwarsrp.ne...a-valor-class/

Ship Name: FIV Avalanche
Ship Class: 849A 'Valor' Class, Medium Frigate
Shield/Hull: 90/350
Armament: Moderate
Defence: Average
Speed: Average
Maneuver: Average
Hangar: 2x Squadrons of TIE Raptors (8 each)
Special: Mine layers
Actions: Advancing and firing upon the ANS Nerfherder, along with 6 Raptors (loss of 2)
4 Raptors deployed at the TU5Ks and fighters (loss of 4)
URL: http://starwarsrp.ne...a-valor-class/

Ship Name: FIV Javelin
Ship Class: 849A 'Valor' Class, Medium Frigate
Shield/Hull: 100/350
Armament: Moderate
Defence: Average
Speed: Average
Maneuver: Average
Hangar: 2x Squadrons of TIE Raptors (8 each)
Special: Mine layers
Actions: Advancing and firing upon the ANS Lothcat, along with 4 Raptors (loss of 4)
URL: http://starwarsrp.ne...a-valor-class/

Ship Name: FIV Genesis
Ship Class: Fortan II Corvette
Shield/Hull: 160/200
Armament: High
Defence: Average
Speed: Moderate
Manoeuvre: Average
Special: Decoy Probes
Actions: Advancing and firing upon the ANS Remember
URL: http://starwarsrp.ne...heavy-corvette/

Ship Name: FIV Infamy
Ship Class: Fortan II Corvette
Shield/Hull: 120/200
Armament: High
Defence: Average
Speed: Moderate
Manoeuvre: Average
Special: Decoy Probes
Actions: Advancing and firing upon on the ANS Rivers
URL: http://starwarsrp.ne...heavy-corvette/

Ship Name: FIV Barbarian
Ship Class: Mukhtiar-Anti Starfighter Corvette
Shield/Hull: 110/171
Armament: Low
Defence: Average
Speed: Moderate
Manoeuvre: Moderate
Hanger: N/A
Actions: Deployed and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

Ship Name: FIV Nomad
Ship Class: Mukhtiar-Anti Starfighter Corvette
Shield/Hull: 160/171
Armament: Low
Defence: Average
Speed: Moderate
Manoeuvre: Moderate
Hanger: N/A
Actions: Deployed and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

Ship Name: FIV Storm,
Ship Class: Mukhtiar-Anti Starfighter Corvette
Shield/Hull: 100/171
Armament: Low
Defence: Average
Speed: Moderate
Manoeuvre: Moderate
Hanger: N/A
Actions: Deployed and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

Ship Name: FIV Blasphemy
Ship Class: Mukhtiar-Anti Starfighter Corvette
Shield/Hull: 130/171
Armament: Low
Defence: Average
Speed: Moderate Manoeuvre: Moderate
Hanger: N/A
Actions: Deployed and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

Ship Name: FIV Revelation
Ship Class: Mukhtiar-Anti Starfighter Corvette
Shield/Hull: 120/171
Armament: Low
Defence: Average
Speed: Moderate
Manoeuvre: Moderate
Hanger: N/A
Actions: Deployed and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

Ship Name: FIV Delusion
Ship Class: Boneshatter Assault Frigate
Shield/Hull: 300/380
Armament: Very High
Defence: High
Speed: Very High
Manoeuvre: Very High
Hanger: 4 TIE Fighters (loss of 4)
Actions: Deployed and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

Ship Name: FIV Thunderbolt
Ship Class: Boneshatter Assault Frigate
Shield/Hull: 320/380
Armament: Very High
Defence: High
Speed: Very High
Manoeuvre: Very High
Hanger: 6 TIE Fighters (loss of 2)
Actions: Advancing and firing upon the ANS Rancor Claw, TIEs deployed and firing on same target

Ship Name: FIV Dishonor
Ship Class: Boneshatter Assault Frigate
Shield/Hull: 230/380
Armament: Very High
Defence: High
Speed: Very High
Manoeuvre: Very High
Hanger: 8 TIE Fighters
Actions: Advancinig and firing upon the ANS Remember, TIEs deployed and firing on same target

Ship Name: FIV Sceptre
Ship Class: Charger-class Escort Corvette
Shield/Hull: 120/160
Armament: Medium
Defence: Low
Speed: Low
Manoeuvre: Low
Hanger: N/A
Actions: Deployed and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

Ship Name: FIV Rift
Ship Class: Charger-class Escort Corvette
Shield/Hull: 80/160
Armament: Medium
Defence: Low
Speed: Low
Manoeuvre: Low
Hanger: N/A
Actions: Deployed and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

Ship Name: FIV Seeker
Ship Class: Charger-class Escort Corvette
Shield/Hull: 100/160
Armament: Medium
Defence: Low Speed: Low Manoeuvre: Low
Hanger: N/A
Actions: Deployed and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

Ship Name: FIV Scimitar
Ship Class: Charger-class Escort Corvette
Shield/Hull: 100/160
Armament: Medium
Defence: Low
Speed: Low
Manoeuvre: Low
Hanger: N/A
Actions: Deployed and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

Ship Name: FIV Assault
Ship Class: Charger-class Escort Corvette
Shield/Hull: 80/160
Armament: Medium
Defence: Low
Speed: Low
Manoeuvre: Low
Hanger: N/A
Actions: Deployed and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

Ship Name: FIV Fracture
Ship Class: Charger-class Escort Corvette
Shield/Hull: 130/160
Armament: Medium
Defence: Low
Speed: Low Manoeuvre: Low
Hanger: N/A
Actions

eployed and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

The Major · Dec 13, 2017

Hex L-49 // The bridge aboard the Red Veil//

Enemies: The Galactic Alliance: [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Eralam"] | [member="Raph Thule"]

Status: Contesting the flagship of [member="Lily Kuhn"]

Friendly PCs in Vicinity: The indomitable cousins Graush

Summary of actions at bottom of post \\

While the First Order Security Bureau was the kind of place that attracted the very wrong kind of sort for the very right kind of mission, a bit of market overlap was required from some their highest profile operators. Perhaps more professional troopers were available -but it all came down to the matter of if they were truly the best choice in the event of shenanigans that might register on the “unanticipated” scale. The Major often considered these details as she made her way throughout the grand organization.

Analytics were raised up to an umptempt degree, especially with the chiding, hateful motivation provided by Commander Derith -no doubt sitting comfortably behind the front lines, preening her sense of superiority. Whatever opinions were irrelevant. What mattered was the razor focus this outpouring of energy provided. Underneath the helmet, the third operative upon the bridge was scowling in disapproval. They came all the way here for this. . . woman? What did she offer the Supreme Commander that was worth losing a Star Destroyer over? Despite the high percentage of personnel that had escaped the Crimson Dawn it still was inexcusable. And all for this. . . weakling? No. It could not be. Clearly, the woman standing with tears in her eyes as Commander Graush stepped menacingly towards her had some hidden use -some profound strength. The Major may not have been a typical soldier; but she could come up with justifications for orders just about as good as any line sod.

As per orders she was diligently taking complete control of the directed communications suite, blaster rifle only a dart of the arm away. At some point during the proceedings the blast doors on the opposite side of the bridge were invaded by some haughty interlopers. Being well trained, the shadowtrooper clad agent ducked behind her cover, leveled her G-11 towards the exploding cloud of dust and prepared to fire. Preferring to focus fire on single target with her compatriots, the red caped markswoman poured accurate, semi-automatic fire to their combined target. Since the three First Order assailants were coming from different angles, it was easy to see how much trouble the interlopers would be facing.

Once the volley was done, the Major ducked around in case returning fired answered back and crouched about in order to aim at Lily herself with her finger floating just outside the trigger guard. If she suddenly started throwing resistance in order to collaborate with the rescuing unit, the markswoman would attempt to immobilize the target with more blaster bolts for her trouble.

-Acknowledged Samka Derith's assistance
-Took position at Comms Suite
-Fired upon Raph Thule
-Moved to keep Lily Kuhn in sight

Baiko no Kaho · Dec 13, 2017

Location: Orar (the second)
Allies: GA | Aryn Spar | Adora Namadi | Baiko no Kaho | Listralli Namadi | Silas Mantis | Dorn Skirata | Davon Karr | Dagon Namadi
Enemies: First Order |

“Good gracious, never let something as paltry as marital status define you, you Shia, are a warrior of Manda’yaim. Anyone gives you guff, they can lick your beskad as it shoves down their ridiculous throat.” Baiko said, immediately cupping her hand where her mouth would be under her helmet. “Goodness, I’m turning into one of you lot.”

It was a benefit to the Atrisian to be covered from head to toe. She was certain her flush of embarrassment was far too red for words. Strapping herself in beside Silas, Baiko watched how he did it, copying the motions involved so she didn’t ‘mess the unfamiliar up’.

Unstrapping herself, Baiko moved to Shia and Aryn. “Armour I don’t know, reactors and engines I do. Aditya and I designed many improvements for the star destroyers of the Imperial Shipworks… these are far from different. There are faults in the energy conduits. They can short, but a catastrophic short needs to be simultaneous through several systems… they’re repairable in minutes, but they buy us time to set up an appropriate ambush and continue forward. From there, we can cut their artificial gravity… if I can get to it.”

Karsan’s two minutes pinged into Baiko’s head, and she sat back down, strapping in again beside Silas. Less than sixty seconds…

Baiko exhaled harshly, looking to Silas for a moment of inspiration.

Krayn · Dec 13, 2017

Hex L-49 // Ops Team Harpy // SJAS-AAL/FO-03 Tactical Troop Transport
Faction: First Order // Target: ANS Itsukusk, 70% to target // Status: Avoiding Death
In Vicinity: [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"]
Enemies: [member="Zark"] | [member="Lily Kuhn"]

It was an odd sensation, the weightlessness of a ship that was no longer attached to anything solid. It gave one a sense of anticipation of knowing that the next time it did become stabilised on anything hard it would be far away from where they started and probably considerably dangerous. The shuttles, all nine of them left the Crimson Dawn with a tenacity and efficiency that can only be achieved through fine tuned training by the First Order’s finest. Yet the Alliance wouldn’t let it be as simple as that. The shuttle jolted forward as the pressure from something unseen behind them sent one of the stormtroopers forward with a loud bang against the boarding ramp. Ren, now attempting to get his mind ready for what was to come did not laugh at the comment made by the Major, nor smile at the quip return of the Captain, instead his head merely moved to stare from one to the other before returning to rest with his eyes focused on the ground at the trooper’s feet in front of him.

The wave of death and despair rolled over him, as thousands of lives were blinked out in an instant with many more following slowly and painfully. The report of the Crimson Dawn’s destruction moving through the headpieces of the team, adding to the dark emotions within the shuttle. It was a tragic loss of First Order life, yet for the Ren it was a buffet of essence. The Supreme Leader fed of it as did he and his brothers and sisters, it fuelled their power, gave them focus and purpose in this maze of destruction and death.

All around him the Ren could feel the team, even those in the other ships, he could feel their anticipation, their want to get there and their lives disappear as ship after ship exploded through continued abuse of the Alliance’s response to their advance. This ship would have joined them too, if it hadn’t been for the skilled hands of the pilot and his ability to miss what came at him with the reflexes of a man beyond his station. Yet he would never know of his true ability, or the aiding hand guiding his own. For beneath his helmet the Ren’s eyes were closed, focusing his vision to within his mind and beyond the exterior of the transport. When their came a fighter to the left the Ren would make the shuttle lift, an explosion to the right and the shuttle would drop. It was a fancy game of watching what came and when, a game that put all their lives in his hands. It was enough to draw a slight sweat beneath the helmet.

He heard the voice of the Major. He accepted it and raised his head to stare directly at the Stormtrooper, dark emotionless eyes glaring down as if trying to pry into his very soul. “Then we still have 45% more then the Alliance would hope for. The troops in this ship, they are brave and fearless. Even if we alone reach our target we will rip to pieces. The Supreme Leader fights through me, so the Supreme Leader fights alongside you all.” From his belt he received his lightsaber, a brutal looking device, yet left it off. He took a deep breath as he felt the power of the Supreme Leader lance across the area, a thousand more deaths following. “These Enemies of the First Order. Today they will die.”

The light changed colour, indication that they were about to reach their target, a situation that made everyone on board tense and prepare for the next few moments, keen to see if when that door opened they would live or die.

Sal Katarn · Dec 13, 2017

Enemies: [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Therran Graush"] | [member="The Major"]
Allies: [member="Lily Kuhn"]

Three things happened simultaneously.

A Ren stepped out from the blue fog created by the LIS grenades and punched Raph in the head. The duraplast helmet took the brunt of the blow, but it sent Thule reeling backward, ears ringing.

A chorus of blaster bolts fired from a chrome-armored trooper zipped through the laser inhibiting smoke and lost most of their deadly energy, but not enough to prevent them from slamming into Raph's duraplast breastplate like a one-two-three combination from a prizefighter that bruised his skin beneath.

Finally, a second Ren reached out a hand and invisible, telekinetic fingers wrapped tried to wrap around Thule, ultimately foiled by the mechamiri pack he wore. The voidstone deadened the Force's effects on Raph. Not enough to render it completely null, but enough that the Ren couldn't pick him up and throw him across the room.

In the blink of an eye, Raph assessed all three hostiles, synthetic nervous system quickening his reaction times to a fraction of a second.

Thule's sonic carbine came up, straight at the Ren who punched him, and he squeezed the trigger. Bone-breaking hard sound projected toward the man's torso in a cone, well capable of pulping organs, armor or no armor.

Kiyron · Dec 13, 2017

[member="Emilia Ravel"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Xenro"] [member="Connor Harrison"]
[member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Eralam"]
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Kiyron knelt behind the crates that formed their makeshift barricade, about fifty meters away from the door. His sensors were ready to target any boarders that first made it past the door. Yet, for a time, none arrived. It was quiet. The marines around him shifted uneasily as they waited, but as he tilted his head, they stopped and focused on the door. He took the opportunity to assemble his sniper rifle and sliding a magazine of pellets into the chamber. It clicked in.

The bulkhead exploded outwards, showering debris through the corridor.

"Hold." His voice cut through the ring and the marines held their position, staying behind cover. Now that he could see them, Kiyron marked the positions of the boarders on his HUD, as detected from their life signs, and synced it to the marines on-board the ship. Something stood out strangely though. There were life signs where there was nobody visible.

Stealth suit. A small smile played across his lips. Well, if they wanted him surprised with that, he would return the favor. He settled the rifle on the crates and ducked as another explosion rocked the hangar. One of the doors had been burst open, followed by the dropship strafing that corridor. Alarms and shouts echoed through the comms and Kiyron bit his lip.

The marines there were professionals and they fell back behind the next bulkhead as the lasers strafed the bulkhead. One wounded soldier dragged himself up and blasted the controls. That door too slammed shut, its wiring destroyed by the blaster and the doors buckled by the barrage. Yet still, they held relatively firm. Other squads moved in to reinforce them at the next bulkhead with barricades once more.

As the mercenaries hurried through the door, the EMP grenades detonated, sending their flares three meters across the corridor.

And still, Kiyron waited. The hidden figure still remained in the hangar as far as he could tell. It was invisible on the rest of his spectral scanners, but the life signs gave it away. That one, he marked as a priority target. There were gaps there in the wreckage, but the shot would be difficult. He would wait with patience.

More EMP grenades were passed forward to line the guarded corridors, ready to go off when triggered. The heavy weapon emplacements were trained on the bulkhead. Once any more boarders burst through the door, the EMP pulses would be released and as those messed with their shields, they would be met by a veritable storm of heavy blaster fire from the rotary cannons, heavy blaster rifles, and the grenadelets from the bolters. In a matter of a minute, the boarders would be subject to thousands of blaster bolts from the automatic weapons and several dozen explosive rounds.

But for now, as they were distracted, Kiyron had a momentary advantage. Motioning for the marines to hold their ground, he crawled forward along the deck, aiming to get a better shot, or some other advantage. The security monitors had been disable. Hacked or destroyed, he couldn't tell, but clearly these ones were clever.

He would not underestimate them.

Bryce Bantam · Dec 13, 2017

#StillTeamAlliance

Location: “Docked” in the FIV Executioner / “Zero” Charon-Class Corvette

Primary mission: Getting ready to make contact with a pissed off Ren

Allied: [member="Halron Corr"] - Hopefully?

Dance partners: [member="Ara Zambrano"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Elensa Jari"]

Awesome 80’s invasion mix - RIP Mr Petty

The mood was somber when Bryce ran into Harlon. Seeing the situation he had a cold brewing rage within him. As long as it remained cool Bryce may have a chance to talk his way out of this, still the ultimatum had been made so those chances continued to fall.

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

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

“Feth all that lady, Force she is a obnoxious as Ara," Bryce muttered as he made final preparations.

“Harlon, got some gifts for ya,” Bryce said as he handed him a few “tools”.

(Hands Harlon the following KUT-42 and a Defender Bracelet)

“The torch can cut through a ship but outside a vacuum it gets hot quick. If you get in trouble push the crystal on the bracelet, it will protect you for a time, don’t move them till we have no other option, we need to buy time. ”

Bryce nodded to Harlon before he walked down the ramp.

He had no weapons in his hand and his arms were clearly above his head. As he walked down he heard Harlon follow but did not see where he ended up.

“My name is Marshal Bryce Bantam of the Outer Rim Coalition… Look that whole surrender my ship thing is not gonna happen, it is property of the coalition and the paycheck deductions they will take if I don’t bring it back would be astronomical.”

He gave everyone a rye smile but got nothing but angry violent stares. As Bryce look over at the “leader” she had a face and force signature that was strange and dark. The amulet upon her chest was especially cold, almost like a void sucking all the darkness that swam around them all into it.

“Ok seriously stop shoot our repair droids and give us like an hour to cut ourselves out and we are gone, really honest.”

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