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

Allyson Locke · Dec 19, 2017

Location: L2 (Barrini Station)
Objective: Boarding
Allies: Galactic Alliance and Friends
Opposition: First Order

[SIZE=9pt]The helmet was proving to be difficult. It wasn’t like the last time when she was on the station. Back then the helmet cracked open like an egg with just the right amount of pressure. It continued to throw blocks in her face and Ally wondered if the First Order figured things out and tightened their security. Lips pressed together as she focused harder using everything she had learned with the force. Her mind continued to work quickly as she plugged in a hand-held keyboard. She was going to have to do something a bit more manual to get into the thing. Along with the keyboard, the small code cylinder was latched into the helmet as well. Time wasn’t on her side and she could feel the General’s eyes on her. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Why was she struggling so much? Her mind was focused…for the most part. She wanted to not be here, she wanted to be on a beach with Kaili, she wanted people to stop dying, like Arisa and now she couldn’t even bother to do what she was paid to do. Cursing under her breath, her hand hit against her forehead. There was nothing she could do right now, she couldn’t just vanish to the beach, she couldn't bring Arisa back from the dead and she couldn’t just save the galaxy by blowing up a space station. All she could do now, was crack the helmet open and download the codes to keep them moving. If she wanted to see the beach again, if she wanted to see Kaili again, Allyson needed to get off this forsaken space station in one piece and to do that she needed to pry every ounce of information out of the helmet. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Fingers worked quickly, her mind finally opening with the force. Numbers and data flowed through the workings of the technomancer and she heard a satisfying trill of beeps. She was accessing the root files and getting everything, the lovely helmet could attach through in the network. It was just a doorway into the system, but communications needed to be networked and within that network was the rest of the information the FO wanted to keep secret. She obtained enough codes to open a few doors, but she would need access to a panel very soon to get anything worthwhile. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Unplugging herself from the helmet she kicked it aside and pocked the keyboard and the code cylinder. A hand reached up to her small earpiece and she radioed Jyoti. [I got access to doorways and panels, but anything else I’m going to need an access panel or even something from someone higher up in their ranks.] Sighing softly, she nodded the First Order had added necessary security from last night and there was only so much you could access, she wasn’t the Force’s gift to technomancy but she was enough. [Just get me to a panel, or something that could give me a better access to the network.] Allyson moved towards the General and nodded. “Here’s the codes for the doorways, I’ll trail and close us up so no one follows. Once we get to a panel…” Allyson felt like a broken record. “I can get more, I got most of the layout of the ship as well – it seems the HUDs were all installed with a map – you know in case a lovely trooper got lost. Seems our friend was looking at it right before he was shot.” A smile spread across the Corellian’s face – she felt oddly proud of her work and hoped the General would forget their little argument before the mission. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]A hand reached out and patted Jyoti on the shoulder before Allyson moved towards the back of the group to cover the rear side. [/SIZE]

[member="Sieger Ren"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Racosidae"]

[member="Zark"] [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"], [member="Dusaro Dresari"], [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Kira Novak"], [member="Jyoti Nooran"], [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Liuna Ondizi"]

Kyrel Ren · Dec 19, 2017

Location: The Istkusk Hanger Bay

Objective: Reach the enemy bridge and kill all those in the vicinity

Allies: [member="Varas Kyrel"] [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Krayn Ren"]

Enemies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Zark"] [member="Ghorumgash Khazund-Veranum"]

Soundtrack: Nobody Praying for me

Equipment: In Signature

Kyrel was about to proceed when he saw his Daughter's damaged Silencer crash into the Hanger Bay, Kyrel grinned at how effective his daughter was with using a smoke screen, she was indeed her Father's Daughter. As he spoke his words he could hear his daughter speak back to him through their Force Bond. He grinned as he replied. "Yes Apprentice... Let's." His hate grew, the saber that he wielded, of course, was affecting him. Vader's Bane was not to be wielded lightly, and he could already feel the bond between Master and weapon, the saber was feeding him immense power, but was also making more increasingly destructive. It took his will to temper the bond as the years of using the blade he had to grow accustomed to the feeling of the hate and pure rage that emanated from both him and the blade.

Feeling that the soldiers were dead, he deactivated the blade, the blade with a hiss retreated back into the hilt, as he still clutched it into his hand, at first gazing back at the hallways that the men who had not fallen beneath his blade had fled. Like the cowards they were they would ultimately lead the Enforcer to his target and perhaps he might be able to end the War quickly before it began and end the false government once and for all. He slowly started to step forward eager to travel the behemoth of a ship and find his target.

Before he could take a step forward, his senses triggered him. Projectiles were coming towards him, he saw what he couldn't believe was a Dwarf of some kind. Some small person. He had little time to react as the first projectile hit him, exploding in his face damaging the Ren mask, where his left eye, the yellow Iris as his rage built up again, his robes and cape now a torn mess as Kyrel lifted his gloved hand and with the Force attempted to hold them with the Force and crushing them. They would explode of course if the trick worked. Kyrel then saw his daughter emerge and like a feral animal ignite her Lightsaber to go after the being.

Despite his anger, he couldn't help but grin at how ferocious his daughter was the way she came at the man. He attempted to step forward into the hallway and walk down a corridor sending a message to his daughter via the Force Bond the two shared. "Varas dispatch the fool quickly.. We do not have time to waste as our real enemy is on the bridge." He said as he walked down the corridor to only be stopped by a figure clouded from the steam. He was surprised by the being that emerged forth, and could tell that like himself he was strong with the Force, but with the Light Side clearly, this man was a Jedi.

Kyrel stood his ground as the man spoke, he could sense the man wasn't far at all. He scoffed as the man spoke to him, sending a blast of dark energy towards his location, as he spoke when the man was done. His voice filled with an icy venom in his words. "Ha... You dare talk.. You dare speak to me of mercy... Jedi. Was there any Mercy given when you killed all those innocents on Kaeshana.. What about them? What about all those innocents your band of War Criminals, and Murderers killed those men women and children. Did you show them mercy?? The day of your retribution is at hand. Today justice shall be served. So Jedi I look forward to our meeting because know this I am coming and I will kill anyone you send my way, and believe me I am all out of mercy today."

He tried to pinpoint the Jedi's location as he ended the conversation, sending a wave of dark side energy towards him, giving a taste of the rage that was brewing inside him, and like a caged animal was waiting to be unleashed. He slowly walked the halls as he had hoped the dark side energy made the smoke apparition disappear, he grinned as he sensed another Ren board the ship. If the Ren could perhaps help him in any way he would be most grateful, but all that concerned him was reaching the bridge in the maze of hallways and corridors. Confident that his daughter would catch up quickly. He had no time to waste on rabble when he knew that what he was after could be a crippling blow to the Alliance itself.

Progflaw99 · Dec 19, 2017

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

Faction: First Order \\ Status: Regroup/ Consolidate

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

[member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Morro"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Whisperer"] | [member="Xiomar Ren"]

[member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Karsan Calnov"]

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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Hangar, Ventral

Silence hung in the air momentarily as the Praetorian Guard awaited a response to his command - when he received none, a grim smirk twitched at the corner of his lips. If silence was their response, he would ensure their silence would continue into eternity. Weapon raised he stepped purposefully towards the closest of the three escape pods. A wide flourish of the lightsaber pike sent a violent hum through the air, cutting with a hiss as the blade plunged deep into the durasteel of the pod's primary hatch. Those inside had sealed their fate, the others however, who could say. Again and again the blade sliced deep until the hatch was little more than slag - those within would no doubt meet their end sooner rather than later.

The stormtroopers moved forward also - their blasters at the ready should any survivors in the other two pods get any bright ideas. Surrender had been offered and met with silence. Now they would face the end of a blaster.

Bridge, FIV Executioner

Sieger's momentary outburst of hate into the void had since ceased, the now derelict hulk of the ANS Inalienable cast aside as if chaff on the wind. It had been an overwhelming display of the sheer power of the Dark Side, embodied in a near physical form and applied without prejudice against the vessel. The moment had passed but the Dark Side grew no less powerful, the Supreme Leader's aura recognizable as a beacon to friend and foe alike. There he stood at the head of the bridge, eyes closed as his mind reached out to touch the living force, those minds around him set to single purpose. Unlike before, this was much more focused, his mind reaching a mere dozen or so as he sought to bring them clarity, to guide them in the sole purpose of protecting not only himself but the FIV Executioner.

A deep breath in. A long slow breath out. They were still coming, he could feel the subtle shift of the Force wherever they went. It sent a sneer snaking across his features as he called out to them - taunted them even. The screams of the dead of Eraidu, the bellows of the fallen at Kaeshana and Mustafar even now echoing through the Force as the Supreme Leader projected the defeats of the Alliance's past towards the Jedi. Is this all they were? Is this what power they had to bring? If history had been a lesson, had the Jedi learned anything from it? No doubt Sieger's fixation on the past failures of the Jedi and the Alliance would only stoke the fires of resolve within their breasts but it would serve one more purpose, to draw them out, to guide them directly to him.

Almost as if the very Force were calling to the two Jedi Masters they would feel Sieger's own convoluted presence, guiding them onward towards the route that would take them to the bridge of the Resurgent-II class Star Destroyer. It was an odd thing, a hint of ill intent and yet clarity - Sieger did not deceive them. Should they choose to follow his bidding, they truly would find themselves along the shortest route to the bridge - all corridors oddly empty of personnel or even droids. He had laid out the welcome mat - now he would wait and see who would show up for dinner.

Arms folded gently before him he spoke calmly, almost quietly to the Disciple of Ren aboard the bridge with him.

"My Disciple.." he trailed off as if thinking deeply. "Come, stand beside your Master and prepare to welcome our guests."

Secondary Command Bridge, FIV Executioner

It was with haste that Commander Lupus navigated through the complex network of corridors aboard the Executioner as he made his way towards the secondary command bridge. He and the other command staff had followed through with the Supreme Leader's will, executing Omicron without hesitation or failure. It had taken them considerably short time to transition full control of the vessel to the secondary bridge, but even so there had been complications in other areas of the ship, most notably the port hangar and the lack of communication they'd had since it was breached by an unknown starship. No - two unknown starships. As the Commander brought up the live feed of the hangar he caught a flurry of motion. In an instant, there was a strange flash of light from near the unknown vessels and then just as suddenly the hull of an assault shuttle filled the frame, slamming into the hangar's control center. Only seconds later the feed went dead after a brief shower of sparks obscured the view.

"Get me a feed of that hangar back, now!"

As efforts were made to once again gain view of the hangar from another angle, it gave the Jedi just enough time to disappear. As the new feed flickered to life the two intruders were nowhere to be seen, the hangar control center a caved in mess of sparks and fire. From this angle the Commander could see the main hangar blast doors had remained sealed. *Where did they go, damn it?* He'd only seen the two but the brief period of dead air had left them unsure of where the two had gotten off to.

"Seal off the section, I want security teams rerou--"

Commander Lupus' voice caught in his throat for but a moment, his eyes widening.

"Belay that order. Stand down response teams, send a damage control team to the hangar now."

It was as his demeanor had suddenly and unexpectedly changed. If any of the officers on the secondary bridge had noticed they remained silent, merely acknowledging his commands as if nothing had changed in the slightest. They too felt the sheer power and dominating will of Sieger Ren course through their very being - they would execute his will without question. Meanwhile, those troopers in the hangar who'd managed to avoid being turned into mincemeat or squashed flatter than a Jakku-berry pancake had their hands full, the explosion from the impact of the shuttle into the command center had spread to a nearby munitions rack - unaddressed it too would soon explode.

"Sir, reports of enemy boarders heading towards Engineering, security teams reporting heavy losses."

"Get those corridors locked down - we cannot lose Engineering. Lock down the whole section if you have to!"

"Aye Aye, Sir!"

With little more than a flurry of commands, those in the corridors and walkways near the Engineering section would find doors sealed and locked in place. The blast doors were near impervious to blaster fire, and any breach would require severe firepower - the kind reserved for bunker busting and hard target elimination. Even so, there was an off chance that the seals could be overridden at the control panel itself, but to do so would take great care. With carelessness, the circuit could fry, preventing any hope of accessing the corridor beyond without the use of heavy explosives or breaching equipment.

FIV Executioner
700/2904 Shields
2500/2904 Hull

Attacking: Therapy Command Support Vessels (Frigates/Cruisers) with Turbolasers (Boosted), Ion Cannons, and Torpedoes (Reduced Effectiveness as the Executioner turns starboard as it begins re positioning off the main battle line. TIE Raptors engaging Buzz Droids along the hull of the FIV Executioner with highly accurate Ion Cannon Fire ([member="Cathul Thuku"]) | Firing Turbolasers (Boosted) and Ion Cannons at the ANS Itsukusk.

Actions:

3 Squadrons of TIE Raptors, Targeting buzz droids along FIV Executioner's hull with ion weaponry.
Damage Control Teams Patching Starboard Hull, Responding to Large Explosion in Port Hangar.
Additional Damage Control Teams Armed with Ion Carbines assessing and repairing Dorsal Bow Surface. Eliminating any Buzz Droids managing to breach.
Security Detachment rerouted away from Port Hangar and Fast Track Route to Bridge.
Providing Covering Fire for Sixth Fleet Corvettes and Frigates ([member="Dako Asturo"] & @Robogeber)
Ventral Hangar Sealed by Quadranium Coated Blast Doors. Escape Pod occupants being eliminated aboard the Executioner for lack of response to commands.
Port Hangar On Lockdown.
Ventral Corridors placed on lockdown. Engineering Lockdown.
Remote Detonation of Magazines Largely Ineffective.

Movement: Leveling Incline on Vertical Plane with Triaxis. Attempt to withdraw to the rear and re-face Alliance Battle Line as Concordia moves forward to provide aft cover.

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)

Xiomar Ren · Dec 19, 2017

Hex L49 \\ FIV Executioner \\ Resurgent-class Star Destroyer

Faction: First Order \\ Status: Reinforce [member="Sieger Ren"] and Engineering

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

Relevant NPCs: Omega-Four-Five-Nine

She could feel them now. Distant at first, faint despite the beacon of light that they were, she could feel them making their way through the vastness of the vessel. She cared not for their purpose, nor for the courage that likely bolstered their hearts, only for the satisfaction of watching their body collapse to the metallic floor as she cleaved them in two with her saber.

It was simpler that way.

She had begun to draw inward to herself, to focus on the power pouring into her from the Supreme Leader, when the order came across the commlink regarding Omega-Four-Five-Nine. Initially the order had her glance towards the warrior standing near her, then to the door through which the other two had passed not minutes ago, but ultimately her focus fell on the Supreme Leader as she silently watched his stoic composure in the face of such an event.

"Go to engineering," The woman breathed as she turned her head momentarily towards Nocturnus, her gaze steeled with a fiery rage that had slowly crept over her under the looming darkness of the Supreme Leader. Her composure, her very presence, did not reflect that rage. Rather, as she tilted her posture just enough to press urgency on her order, her presence within the Force echoed as eerily calm. Only as she spoke once more did it flicker into the hate and rage she was amassing within her solidified focus. "Take the others and reinforce them below, I will see to the Supreme Leader myself."

She did not wait for the other Ren's response. There was neither the time, nor the energy, aside her position to distract herself with something as trivial as another obeying such a simple order. Instead, rather, she turned her attention back to Sieger who continued to hold his position before the bridge viewport. She could feel the darkness pooling around him, forming an almost compressing mass of the Dark Side around him as she could only imagine what it would be like to wield such power over the Force itself.

Her reservations stopped her, however, and in a moment of clarity she returned her focus to her own being. To poising herself for the battle to come, and to hardening every part of her for the moment she could strike down the Jedi and put an end to their blind, righteous crusade.

Only when the Supreme Leader addressed her did her head tilt upward towards the man's position. She followed his beckoning, striding over the floor towards his position; stopping beside him as he had asked. She did not look at him, however, and instead stared forward into the depths of space that lay before them outside the viewport. His words had not demanded a response, and she was far too busy stretching out with her senses to follow the light moving through the bowels of the ship like vermin.

She knew it was only a matter of time before the Jedi arrived. With a tighter grip on the hilt of her saber, she awaited the honor of bringing them death.

Madelyn Lowe · Dec 19, 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, [member="Connor Harrison"], [member="Khonsu Amon"], @Xenro.
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="Eralam"], [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Kiyron"]
Equipment: See Signature + [SIZE=10pt]G-11F Blaster Rifle[/SIZE].
Currently Engaging: [member="Eralam"]

Emilia turned away from the body, as she did so, her commlink crackled, the familiar hiss of static alerting her an immeasurable moment before the voice of [member="Khonsu Amon"] echoed into her earpiece, signalling in his own half-joking way that they needed to get moving. Honestly, the merc was somewhat annoying, but he was capable and ruthless, and that made him a powerful ally. She considered thinking up some witty retort, but in the end, they were on a mission here, and time was precious.

:: "Good call, Khonsu. Let's get out of here."

Even as her fingers left the transmit button on her helmet, she was on the move, engaging the cloaking on her armour and twisting through the piles of crates on the left side of the hangar. Ahead of her and to her left, at the Central Access Corridor, Khonsu and his squad of mercenaries were falling back, a fighting retreat towards the second cohort of Sun Guards that had decimated Alliance defences on the right blast door, and cleared a path into the ship. The aim was to reform their force at that corridor, and resume their push for the bridge. Unfortunately for Emilia, she was on the other side of the hangar, and faced a 300m dash, past the Alliance forces to meet up at the right corridor. Easy enough.

Taking a deep breath, she began to move as quickly as she dared. She didn't look, but in her minds eye she pictured it, Alliance marines fanning out, finally moving from the tight confines of the corridor. Most would be engaging the retreating Sun Guards, but others, a select few, would be moving through the unoccupied sections of the hangar, searching for any remaining enemies. Enemies like her. The fighting moved away, the sound of blasters and railguns moving along with the retreating mercenaries. It faded further as she moved away from the central corridor, around the hangar's shield gate, where a stack of crates should provide cover should she be spotted as she crossed past the Central Access Corridor to the other side.

Low to the ground, she stuck her head out from a grounded Alliance starfighter, its engine cowling stripped away, abandoned tools lying where they'd been hurriedly dropped. Her head snapped to the right as she heard a dull thud, it was another of the zombies, the lifeless thrall mindlessly shuffling towards the sounds of battle, towards the Alliance marines. Sneaking around while cloaked was disorienting. When you were sprinting, jumping and dodging it was fine, instinct took over then, but now she found herself increasingly unaware of where she was in her surroundings. The heavy boots, thick gloves, and wide armour didn't help, her body didn't have its normal dimensions. Dashing through the open to another pile of crates, she clipped her shoulder on a large metal box, sending her stumbling, and almost falling.

Risking a peek over the top of the boxes, she saw that the ruined blast door to the central access corridor was now just in front, and about 50m to her left. Ahead of her, open space, then the cover of another grounded starfighter. This meant she'd made it almost exactly 50% of the way. Now she had to be careful, the enemy force was only just to her left. Slowly, she stuck out and invisible foot, then a shoulder. She knelt down, muscles coiled to spring, and broke into a sprint, the sound of the boots slapping against the polished floor echoing far more than she was comfortable with. In moments she was across, clear of the opening to the Central corridor and one step closer to her goal on the other side of the hangar.

Skidding to slow herself down, Emilia's momentum carried her forward. Unable to stop herself, her foot snagged, sending her toppling ungracefully into a stack of boxes. knocking some loose, and sending the contents, a series of metal components, falling to the floor with a painfully loud clang. The clumsy agent disentangled herself, wincing as a loose limb overbalance a near-empty fuel barrel, which hit the floor with a hollow thud. She crouched down, breathing fast, her heart beating a mile a minute. She was done for, every nearby Alliance soldier and his wife must have heard that. She was going to die here.

All of a sudden, her worried thoughts turned muddy, she couldn't focus on the impending Alliance threat, or how stupid she'd been, something was blocking her. A presence that revealed itself to her as an unfamiliar voice, a powerful voice that filled her head, speaking only to her, the voice of [member="Samka Derith"]. It was reassuring, confident. The anxiety melted away, the panic evaporated. The voice lit a spark in her belly, by the time the last of the words had been said, their echoes fading into Emilia's own memory, the spark had become a raging fire. She was filled with a new determination, she was a weapon, and she would fulfill her duty.

Moving quickly now, the cloaked Bureau Chief ran towards where the rest of the Sun Guards were fighting, now confidently weaving a path through the various equipment, fighters, and supplies that littered the hangar, flowing effortlessly from obstacle to obstacle without pause. It was amazing, a prowess and confidence she'd never felt before. She felt suddenly invincible. Ahead of her, voices. She ducked down behind a stack of fuel barrels. Not just voices, but music. What kind of soldier played music? She risked a peek. It was a pair of droids, one holding some sort of stringed instruments, both facing away from her. Where they'd come from she didn't know. Perhaps it was some sort of Jedi illusion, why else would there be a pair of musical droids in the hangar of an Alliance ship?

Whatever the pair's reason for being here, they now blocked her path. The only way around would be to navigate around to reach the other side of the moon pool, which would involve not only backtracking, but bringing her even closer to the firefight between the marines and Khonsu's mercenaries. Pulling her G-11-F blaster from the magnetic clip on her back, she sighted her targets. The tall one seemed like the best bet. He looked like the leader of the pair. The fire in her belly grew rising to an inferno that threatened to consume her. She levelled her rifle, aiming at the larger droid's centre of mass. Unknown to her, Samka Derith's battle meditation allowed her to subtly correct her aim, to shift her stance for more stability.

"Here goes nothing." She whispered to herself, her fingers squeezing the trigger and unleashing an automatic storm of blaster bolts towards her foe.

Connor Harrison · Dec 19, 2017

Location: No Man's Zone - > Alliance Battleline -> The 'Excubitor.'
Primary Objective(s): Board the "Excubitor" and Assassinate Admiral [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Allies: The First Order | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Emilia Ravel"] | [member=Xenro] | [member="Khonsu Amon"]
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance | [member=Kiyron]

Stalking down the long metallic corridor, viewports to the right allowing him to see outside to the battle among the stars, the whirr of internal turrets caught Connor’s attention the second they unfurled.

He threw his hand up as a orb of blue gel was fired towards him. The adhesive glop impacted onto the shield of energy he threw up and spread quickly like a spider, freezing across the barrier and cementing in place.

Connor didn’t even take pride in the simple defence, and walked with the adhesive barrier in front of him, as two more orbs were fired, impacting and freezing over. Only as Connor got towards the internal defence did his crimson blade swipe up to cleave the turret apart in two, sparks and flashes of circuity fizzing as he did.

He could sense the approaching two soldiers coming around from the turblolift shaft to his left. He sent back the adhesive barrier and reduced the energy to turn the glop back into a flurry of liquid, which impacted over the soldiers and froze them in place, pinning them to the ground with a mix of disgruntled grunts and painful groans.

One-two. Two precise lightsaber impalements silenced them for ever.

The Dark Side swelled around Connor, blinkered on his single mission to prove himself and having nothing hold him back. Walking a little further into the centre of the huge ship, he came to three turbolift shafts and stood looking at their display.

He pulled up his com.

"Where’s the bridge in relation to my position."

Hopefully someone would have a read-out and relay to him where to go, closer to his target.

Vlannem Pox · Dec 19, 2017

Allies: [member="FN-6767"]
Enemies: [member="Roth Tillian"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Objective: Stock up on weapons.

Vlannem sprayed down the enemy. The DE-39 Rifle, perfect for the job, its lack of recoil allowing the otherwise exhausted pilot to lay down suppressive, semi-automatic bursts of maser at his enemies. The pilot let out a bark, "Hoorah!" He roared, feeling adrenaline begin to pump himself up. He watched as soldier, after soldier, dropped dead, coolly exterminated by the brilliance of his co-pilot. As soon as the enemy was dispatched, the pilot beat his chest, holding the rifle in the air, whooping. "Holy kark!" He bellowed, "Holy kark, that was, that was..." He struggled for words.

"That was some fine murder, we put on them there." Pox said, chuckling at his compatriot, before sliding from the cockpit, and down onto the durasteel floor. "You know, I dunno what it was. What got us here together." He said, "But if it was just me and my gunner, we'd have been karked man." He said, shaking his head in disbelief, "Whether it was the Force, or just damn coincidence, I just wanna say FN-Six-" He paused, a frustrated glance was cast from behind the visor. "That's a real chitty name, I'm just gonna call you Finn."

"Finn, this is amazing." He again, paused, catching his breath. Listening to the stormtroopers proposal. Ordinarily, Vlannem would've shot the trooper, and run out, disguised as an X-Wing pilot. He would've hidden. Surrendered. But the battle meditation in combination with the sweet feeling of accomplishment, wouldn't let him do that. "If we're doing this," Vlannem began, "We're gonna bring some artillery." He reached down, to the holodisk, containing his music, and pulled a small cord from it, before pulling it to his helm, and sliding it within an audio player jack, usually reserved for TIE squadron comm chatter. He reached down again, and pressed play. The sweet drum beat of Zarnathea by Koko filled his helm.

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

Vlannem turned away from the stormtrooper, and moved to the TIE. Beneath the cockpit, he pressed a release valve, and a large durasteel slab fell from below it. It looked, to be a massive magazine. Vlannem pulled a large missile, about the size of an arm from said magazine. "We didn't fire all our missiles." He said, "We won't be able to carry a full one." He informed her, as the music swelled, "But I'll sure as hell be able to take a warhead or two." He smirked.

"Imagine what kind of damage, a concussion missile does when lobbed at a hyperdrive." He giggled, giddy and light headed from the events transpiring. "Cover me." He commanded, before reaching for his hydrowrench. It was time for some good 'ole bomb disarmament.

Sal Katarn · Dec 19, 2017

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

Some part of Raph's brain registered that the bodies being thrown at him were those of his dead comrades. But that part of his mind was recessed behind a synthetic neural system and a body rebuilt solely for war. He twisted, caught a body with one hand, then used it to shield him from the incoming debris hurled by the second Ren. He turned and fired his sonic carbine at that Ren with one hand. The conic projection of hard sound enough to break bones and pulp organs even through armor.

His other hand reached down and retrieved the beskar baton at his waist. He extended it with a flick of his wrist.

Around him, the rescue team was getting cut down by the other Ren's lightsaber. Raph's grip on the baton tightened.

Progflaw99 · Dec 19, 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="Ghorumgash Khazund-Veranum"]

Luck had not been a lady.

Today, the fates sung with death on their lips, odes uttered into the vastness of the void never to be heard. In an instant nearly half the team had been evaporated or sucked out into the void, the hull of the transport shattered. As Rolf's would recount later it was a distinct three blasts, the first sending them off course as it rocked the hull. The second landed just behind the first, almost dead center. It was this blast which melted the hull and created the gap through which at least two unlucky members of Ops Team Harpy were sucked out of. The third and final concussive blast was by far the most severe.

A metallic groan filled the interior of the hold mere miliseconds before the entire shuttle was sheared in two by the blast. One moment Rolf had been looking at the loading ramp, preparing to disembark into zero G, and then a moment later he was staring at the rapidly approaching enemy hull. It was in that same moment he felt a strange sensation wash over him, his hands moving towards his belt and the shield disruptor activator switch. Whether by luck or fate, the device fizzled to life in the final moments before he passed through the enemy vessel's shields - and then fizzled out, leaving a charred mess of the device. It had saved his life but at the cost of functionality. This was now a one way trip.

The remainder of the Ops Team had followed suit, briefly protected by the Lord Ren's forceful manipulation of the Force, long enough to activate their own shield disruptors for a moment before finding themselves feet first towards the Itsukusk's hull. Another adjustment, the activation of his mag-lock boots ensuring he would remain grounded. It was almost surreal, the only sound in his ears the heavy breathing as his heart rate began to slow after the sudden re-arrangement of his reality. His weapons seemed to be where he'd left them, strapped and locked into their holsters, his webbing in tact. It certainly hadn't been the path he'd desired but he was here now, no sense in debating that fact. Turning to the Knight of Ren and his compatriots, he made a wide arm motion, gathering them closer to his position.

:: Sieger watches over us today gentlemen. :: He nodded towards a large bulge in the hull, a turbolaser battery just beyond. :: We enter here, kill the gun crew. Move on to the next. ::

The plan was fairly simple in theory, but in practice it would no doubt prove a daunting task. It was unlikely they would yet be noticed, their signatures lost in the blooming explosions and vibrant blasts cutting across the void but once they went to work... they would no doubt be met with force. On a vessel as large as the Itsukusk, it would likely be immeasurable. Tapping his helmet twice, he motioned for the rest of Ops Team Harpy to follow. Their approach was quick, the Colonel motioning towards the Knight of Ren as he indicated their entry point. Initially the decompression would be rapid, violent, overwhelming. It was just what they needed to get into the interior - once inside they could seal it up long enough for them to move on to the next one. Even now he could feel the pulse of the weapon as they fired through the plating beneath his feet. It wouldn't be long before they found themselves inside, especially with a breaching tool as precise as a lightsaber at their behest.

As the crimson blade cut neatly into the hull, Rolf raised his hand again, counting down the seconds before the unfortunate gun crew below became acquainted with the void more intimately than any of them should want for.

Equipment (All of Ops Team Harpy ( 12/20 + Rolf Amsel, Krayn Ren) ) :

1 x FO-SF Mk I Armor
1 x Vishnu Military Shield
1 x Shield Disruptor (Fried)
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

Kier Grey · Dec 19, 2017

Hex L-49 \\ ANS Excubitor \\ Starbord Auxilliary Hanger

Faction: First Order \\ Enemy: Galactic Alliance \\ Status: Commencing Boarding Action

FN-6767 "Scars"
ANS Excubitor, Auxillary Hanger Starboard

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

"Yeah we'd have been farkled, you flyboys fight with skill comparable to a Jawa Salesman trying to peddle a busted droid." Scars' pauses with rifle held in front of breastplate; shouldered firmly with the rifle's barrel pointing towards the cold Hanger floor with Cybernetic eyes craned up and following Vlannem's. Scars is given pause at the nickname 'Finn' a name that lacked both creativity and originality still the Stormtrooper quitely appreciates the sentiment offered by Pox and in his own pestilent way Scars drew a growing fondness for Vlannem; A Reluctant soldier to be certain but intelligent and brave with an underlying sass.

Offering a nod of helmeted head at the man in response to his statement the idea was amazing she follows Pox towards the TIE fighter lazily but not before sparing a glance towards each of the Hanger's bulkhead doors ensuring they were still sealed. Fingering at a pouch just to make sure 'Good' Scars thought 'Plasma torch will belt straight through them.' Scars raises right eyebrow towards the Pilot while he connects an audiojack. "Holotracks?" The Stormtrooper Tank Commander is obviously confused by Pox's gesture but when he turns away towards the TIE's magazine she utters a simple "Oh" Chuckling in disbelief at the sight of the missiles; normally transporting live armed ordinance like this would be a chargeable offence though they were far from the Minotaur and certainly not about to be prevented from doing their suicide mission by an angry officer, still Scars lets out a low albeit long whistle. "Alright, you carry those. I'm the one going to be taking most of the heat and we don't want either warhead detonating on us."

Pausing with a for a moment with a concealed smirk behind helmet's visage. "Well I imagine it'll cause a wildcat destabilisation of the Hyperdrive housing and reactor core leading to a singularity creating temperatures in excess of one-hundred million degrees." Scars stops herself with the outpouring of information and formulas betraying the Stormtrooper is well read beyond what would be expected of a simply Tank Commander, pivoting in boots she gestures to a sealed Bulkhead door. "Looks like they've got us on lockdown, luckily for us. I brought my Plasma Torch; I'll cut through em' let's go." Making a B-Line towards the Door with rifle slightly raised she expects Vlannem to follow behind and upon reaching it will holster her G-11F Blaster Rifle before proceeding to produce her Plasma Torch igniting it; creating a superheated stream of plasma at the end with temperatures rivaling that of a Laser Sword she begins cutting around the edges of the Bulkhead door leaving cherry red hot steel in the wake of Torch's touch.

Liuna · Dec 19, 2017

Location: L2 (Barrini Station)
Objective: Upload malware, regroup
Allies: SJO/GA [member="Jerit Kolomor"] | [member="Dusaro Dresari"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] |[member="Kira Novak"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"]
Opposition on station: FO, [member="Racosidae"]

Still huddled over the terminal, Liuna perked up at the sound of Jyoti’s voice flowing her her comm. New objectives were delivered to their team. For her own part, Liuna would be speedy about completing her own tasks – upload malware and then regroup at the lift. In the background, she could hear blaster fire erupting to announce that Jyoti and her operatives were now on the move.

“Meet you there! Specter 09 out.” Liuna responded to their team leader, and then set to work.

With her slicer kit open and still connected to the terminal, she knelt down. Her assault ripper slung over her shoulder, it was ready at hand in case trouble found her. However, with the group advancing – she doubted that she would run into many issues. Her lips slowly pushed one side as she worked the keys of her kit, fingertips pressing buttons at quite a fast pace. Her eyes scanned the lines of code. After all, accuracy was important.
Her index finger came down to make one final tap, and then she watched as the progress bar filled her small screen. A smirk curled the corners of her mouth as she waited and watched. Once the upload was complete, she turned a glance up at the station’s terminal.

A single pop-up appeared on the screen – one that would prove rather annoying and difficult to close.

Of course, the station’s system was not unprotected. The First Order did have rather advanced security measures in place, and it would take some time for her program to break through – if it even could. However, the damage was done… resources would be tied up as the system worked to fight against the cyber-attack. Standing, she attempted to access the terminal once more. This time, the system was sluggish and slow to respond to her commands. And that pop-up was persistent.

Excellent.

Gathering up her things, she began to move down the corridor. Listening closely, she could still hear the faint sound of fighting. Peeking around the corner, her path was clear. Liuna stuck close to the wall as she made her way towards the lift. The floor was littered with the armor of motionless Stormtroopers; she eyed them grimly as she went on her way. They had done their duty, she reckoned. It seemed their team was getting close to their main objective; they needed only to keep focused and stay the course.

Zark San Tekka · Dec 19, 2017

Command Deck, Supercarrier The Itsukusk
Alliance Battle Line, Hex L-49

"Call them back," Supreme Commander Ven sighed heavily, repeating his order to the surprised stares all around him, "All attack groups, back on the line."

Our only hope is to break their interdiction, Vice Admiral Zark reminded the old man telepathically, Until then, there can be no retreat.

"Some hope if there's nothing left of us by the time we're done," Nemo glowered in the direction of the Jedi Master's physical form, obviously upset at being forced to abandon their original strategy, "The Liberty is gone, and the Axiom will be joining her shortly. We need to deal with these wolf packs now if we're to have any hope of-"

"Supreme Commander, the Axiom is changing course! She's maneuvering in front of us, sir!"

"All long range batteries, suspend fire!" Ven shouted, bulbous eyes widening in surprise. The star defender's shields were down, and its hull had taken heavy damage. The Supreme Commander had ordered her captain to abandon ship, he hadn't said anything about this, "Who gave that order? Get me the Axiom's bridge at once!"

"They aren't responding to our hails, but they've relayed a message, text-only. It just reads...for the Alliance."

Escape pods continued to jettison all over the Citadel's fortress spires, but to pull of this kind of tactic under heavy fire the command crew had almost certainly elected to stay behind. There was nothing any of them could do about it now, the Itsukusk dwarfed the smaller star defender, but its vertical frame would be enough to absorb the brunt of any further Imperial fire aimed their way until it finally broke apart from internal explosions.

It also blocked their ability to target the First Order's defensive line, but as even the flagship's mighty long range arsenal had so far proven mostly ineffective at inflicting serious damage on Station Triaxis, that was not so great a loss. Far more importantly, it cut the First Order attack ships off from their support by fire, if only for a brief while.

"No," the Mon Cal shook his head solemnly as they all looked on, "There can be no retreat."

To the end?

Ven nodded, "To the end."

Outer Sections
Supercarrier Interior

[member="Kyrel Ren"] released a psychic barrage of darkside energy, dissipating the Jedi Master's projected shadow form. The attack had weakened his resolve even further, if the Imperial battle group didn't destroy them all then there was every chance this degree of exertion in the Force would end up killing him anyway. But however this day ended it would all be over soon enough, and Zark could stay on his physical feet just a little while longer.

So be it, formless thoughts touched the Ren Master's mind once more, this time as though fading away.

With the sheer amount of energy both Masters were drawing upon in the Force, it would take more minds than they had on hand to shroud themselves completely. So instead, the admiral once more relied on his talent for illusion to scatter reflections of their presence all across the supercarrier. It would take this Ren interloper great strength of will to keep his focus on the right path, lest he wind up tracking down a Jedi mirage of sorts. In the meantime, the rest of the Itsukusk's considerable crew were preparing other distractions.

SpaceOps marines were trained among other things in anti-Force user tactics. As little danger as they might pose to a fully armored Darkside weapons master even en masse, there were other ways of dealing with Sith. Teams of engineers were working to seal off emergency bulkheads and fuse them shut, others were evacuating personnel from entire compartments and exposing them to vacuum. Ultimately, none of these tactics would stop the Ren in his tracks, but they would slow both him and the First Order boarding parties down.

And just because they couldn't hope to overwhelm these Darkside adepts and their stormtrooper lackeys, didn't mean they wouldn't try anyway. An endless stream of bodies, highly trained bodies, filled every defensive corridor and strategic chokepoint, hellbent on wearing the Imperials down by sheer exhaustion if necessary. In such close proximity to Masters Zark and Raaf, their morale was infused with a fanatic devotion to the Light that overrode all other consideration.

SpaceOps Marine Gear

GADF-SOMA-1 Tactical Armor
HBC-01 Blaster Carbine
HBS-01 Heavy Blaster Pistol
Tactical Vibroknife
Flash Grenade
Stun Grenade

Allied Command

Ship Name: The Itsukusk Ship Class: Supercarrier (Flagship) Shield / Hull: 1900/2200
Hangar: 42 Squadrons (7 Wings). 10 Sprite-class X-Wing Squadrons. 15 CF10 Crossfire Squadrons. 10 A-Wing Squadrons. 5 D-Wing Squadrons. 1 X-83 TwinTail Squadron. 1 Dauntless-class X-Wing Squadron.
Actions: Firing on FIV Torment, FIV Crusade, FIV Skipper with standard and defensive batteries.

Ship Name: ANS Axiom Ship Class: Citadel-Class Star Defender Shield / Hull: 0/300
Hangar: 3 Squadrons. 1 Sprite-class X-Wing Squadron. 1 A-Wing Squadron. 1 D-Wing Squadron.
Actions: Firing on FIV Devastator. Maneuvering between Itsukusk and First Order battle group, evacuating all non-essential personnel.

Ship Name: ANS Remember Eriadu Ship Class: Essex-class Starfighter Killer Shield / Hull: 0/0
Hangar: -
Actions: Destroyed by combined firepower of FIV Goliath, Genesis, and Dishonor.

Ship Name: ANS Rivers of Arbra Ship Class: Essex-class Starfighter Killer Shield / Hull: 0/0
Hangar: -
Actions: Destroyed by combined firepower of FIV Cyclone, FIV Phalanx, FIV Infamy.

Ship Name: ANS Rancor Claw Ship Class: Dirigible-class Corvette Shield / Hull: 0/0
Hangar: -
Actions: Destroyed by combined firepower of FIV Phalanx and Thunderbolt.

Ship Name: ANS Loth Cat Ship Class: Dirigible-class Corvette Shield / Hull: 0/0
Hangar: -
Actions: Destroyed by FIV Javelin.

Ship Name: ANS Righteous Sword Ship Class: Dirigible-class Corvette Shield / Hull: 10/50
Hangar: -
Actions: Firing on FIV Avalanche.

Ship Name: ANS Rebel Yell Ship Class: Dirigible-class Corvette Shield / Hull: 0/45
Hangar: -
Actions: Firing on FIV Avalanche.

Ship Name: ANS Inalienable Ship Class: Dirigible-class Corvette Shield / Hull: 0/0
Hangar: -
Actions: Destroyed by Darkshear. [member="Sieger Ren"]

Ship Name: ANS Nerfherder Ship Class: GR-90E Transport Shield / Hull: 0/40
Hangar: -
Actions: Flanking the Itsukusk. Counter ECM on Station Triaxis.

Attack Group Aurek
1 Sprite-class X-Wing Fighter Squadron
1 Dauntless-class X-Wing Elite Fighter Squadron
2 CF10 Crossfire Fighter Squadrons
1 A-Wing Interceptor Squadron
1 D-Wing Fast Bomber Squadron
Actions: Returning to Alliance battle line.
Status: 35%

Attack Group Besh
1 Sprite-class X-Wing Fighter Squadron
2 CF10 Crossfire Fighter Squadrons
1 A-Wing Interceptor Squadron
2 D-Wing Fast Bomber Squadrons
Actions: Returning to Alliance battle line.
Status: 30%

Attack Group Cresh
1 Sprite-class X-Wing Fighter Squadron
2 CF10 Crossfire Fighter Squadrons
1 A-Wing Interceptor Squadron
1 D-Wing Fast Bomber Squadron
Actions: Returning to Alliance battle line.
Status: 28%

Attack Group Dorn
1 Sprite-class X-Wing Fighter Squadron
2 CF10 Crossfire Fighter Squadrons
1 A-Wing Interceptor Squadron
1 D-Wing Fast Bomber Squadron
Actions: Returning to Alliance battle line.
Status: 29%

Attack Group Esk
1 Sprite-class X-Wing Fighter Squadron
2 CF10 Crossfire Fighter Squadrons
1 A-Wing Interceptor Squadron
1 D-Wing Fast Bomber Squadron
Actions: Returning to Alliance battle line.
Status: 15%

Intercept Group One
3 Sprite-class X-Wing Fighter Squadrons
2 CF10 Crossfire Fighter Squadrons
3 A-Wing Interceptor Squadrons
1 X83 TwinTail Elite Fighter Squadron
Actions: Attacking FIV Goliath, FIV Genesis, FIV Dishonor.
Status: 60%

Intercept Group Two
3 Sprite-class X-Wing Fighter Squadrons
3 CF10 Crossfire Fighter Squadrons
3 A-Wing Interceptor Squadrons
Actions: Attacking FIV Cylone, FIV Infamy.
Status: 65%

Summary of Actions

Attack Groups Aurek through Esk break off Station Triaxis attack run and return to Alliance battle line.
After suffering critical hull damage, the ANS Axiom maneuvers in between the Itsukusk and First Order defensive formations, continuing to fire on FIV Devastator.
[member="Robogeber"] [member="Sieger Ren"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Morro"] [member="Dako Asturo"]
Itsukusk halts long and medium range fire, redirecting defensive batteries onto FIV Torment, FIV Crusade, FIV Skipper. [member="Robogeber"]
ANS Righteous Sword and Rebel Yell continue to engage FIV Avalanche.
Intercept Group One continues firing on FIV Goliath, FIV Genesis, FIV Dishonor.
Intercept Group Two continues firing on FIV Cyclone, FIV Infamy. [member="Morro"]
Zark uses Force illusion to scatter reflections of both Jedi Masters' presence across the Itsukusk.
SpaceOps teams continue to repel boarders, setting up fused bulkheads as blockages, venting unoccupied corridors, and setting up other traps to slow enemy progress.
Reinforcements deployed to the main hangar, as of yet unaware of Imperial special forces cutting teams. [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Krayn Ren"] [member="Varas Kyrel"]

Eralam · Dec 19, 2017

Location: Excubitor
Objective: Bludgeon someone to death with a banjo
Allies: GA-ish
Enemies: Tagged in Post

Cloaks are fun. As a general rule, however, Eralam tended to avoid them, on the grounds that they weren't sporting. See, he was a fair minded Shard, the sort that believed that the best sorts of battles were the ones where everyone was having fun. If one side was doing all the dying and couldn't see what was killing them, that was hardly fun, was it?

But, there are some things a cloak simply can't hide. Bending light, or indeed, the entire electromagnetic spectrum, around a user was a neat trick, but Eralam's current body was built on the principle that the electromagnetic spectrum was for chumps. Everything within a 20 meter bubble was scanned and rescanned several times a second, with a variety of sensors- including a handy ultrasonic sonar that didn't rely on the electromagnetic spectrum. There were situations where it wasn't as handy as one might think; he had to turn it off during dust storms or risk going mad from the pinging.

Functionally, it worked in a manner similar to a conventional motion detector. It mapped out the area within its range, and reported back any unusual echoes. The resolution was several orders of magnitude greater, however, and was capable not only of pinpointing motion, but could also paint a "picture" of the target.

It's also rather hard to hide one's focus when one sets out to kill. Eralam and Pearl both were able to sense the resolve that focused around them as someone aimed a weapon at their backs with lethal intent. They were not, on the whole, the most perceptive when it came to mind karkery when it came to the Force, but centuries of experience had certainly taught them to recognize when someone drew a bead on them.

So, yes. Eralam was aware as [member="Emilia Ravel"] sharpened her resolve and took up the slack in the trigger. He was aware of a couple of things, actually.

Firstly, whatever this person was, they weren't used to this sort of thing. Maybe they had killed before, maybe they had even been on field ops, but if there was one rule that every experienced operator took to the grave, it was this: let someone else shoot the weird stuff first.

The galaxy was full of all kinds of strange stuff. Most of it was dangerous. The sillier it seemed, the more dangerous it probably was. Note that there was a hangar full of mercenaries who had, for the most part, ignored the concert. Although, as he looked, Eralam was fairly certain that a few of them were tapping their feet or nodding their heads in time. Maybe they weren't irredeemable louts after all.

The second thing Eralam could be reasonably sure of was that, whoever this person was, they probably knew Sybil. [member="The Major"] was, well, not precisely a friend, though he liked to think they were on good terms. He had grown to think of the dangerous young Huntress as something of an informal apprentice. There was a fairly good chance she was involved in the battle somehow, though he was fairly certain she wasn't the one drawing down on him. She'd have made sure she had the shot before pulling the trigger. At any rate, he wasn't quite sure where she fit into the First Order's hierarchy of spooks, but there couldn't be too terribly many people with the pull required to get cloaked armor, could there?

In the instant before the sere in the blaster rifle tripped, the Shards whirled as one. Pearl simply dropped her fiddle and bow, as well as the specialized attachments that allowed her to play them. Her specialized dueling arm sprang from her torso, the cyan blade of her lightsaber humming to life just in time to bat away the first of the bolts that flew in her general direction.

Eralam didn't bother with anything so dramatic. He simply raised his banjo over his head in a high guard, as one might expect for a club. The bolts that struck his torso vanished into nothingness; his skill with Absorb was hardly stressed by the meager energies of a blaster rifle.

"Are you sure you want to do this?' he asked his unseen but not unremarked assailant. "I was hoping you'd deliver a message for me in lieu of the obligatory fight to the death. I won't say I'm not highly annoyed by having my day ruined by this blockade, but I'd rather vent my spleen on those mercenaries up ahead. No offense, sir and/or madam, but I'm willing to bet one of them knows their way around an E-web, and it's been ages since I've had the chance to blow up one of those."

000 · Dec 19, 2017

Location: Hex I-49 aboard the Excubitor (heading to the Engineering deck)

Allies: GA, SJO, Mandalorians
- @Sefain Gatholil

Enemies: FO and Allies
- [member="Khonsu Amon"]

Main Objective: Defend and protect Jairdain

Side Quest: Seize control of the ship engineering deck

"They're attacking the ship!"

Came a reply soon after his which was more or less what he expected but then again with the seem with cold in your face humor one like himself had grown to know that he spoke the stranger. In a language and tone which sort border on the crass and offworlder tone but that was just him. Never one is as prim or proper as most the other Master in the order.

'Well its more like we're attacking their ship....but hell who keep tab anyway? Guess if there were a bright spot in the universe at large we're of the far back end of it. So reckon this is both your welcome and I'll be your guide thru all this hell.But anyhow if your ready meet me over the next junction by homing in on my force signature....which I know is kinda screwed up but I would hope to give yah a much better road map to where we are but. Unfortunately, me and the boys are sort just wing it at this point. SO umm guess meet yah in say 5 or 10 parse....and oh don't be late see ....."

He paused ad one the trooper with him signal him to which he nods in reply.

'..... we apparently might have company soon that two shakes of a Hutt.'

And with that said as the group seems by some dumb luck survived to get this far that up ahead. His appointed scout along doubled back to report and along with him once he cut the chatter began to go thru their option. As they then made their plan of attack and foward movement thru the maze of corridors now choke full of a mix debris along with foot traffic just up ahead to where they hope to press onward towards the engineering deck.

Bryce Bantam · Dec 19, 2017

#StillTeamAlliance

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

Primary mission: Aim’n on misbehaven

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

Dance partners: [member="Ara Zambrano"] (They left her!)

Awesome 80’s invasion mix - (Come on ...)

The odds were if not shifting in his favor at least getting a little better. Bryce watched as two of the three Ren began to withdraw from the area. From the way the ship was rocking and other signatures he began to feel through the surrounding veil of darkness the ship was being boarded in some capacity.

:: I know who you are, Dr Bantam, but I'm afraid we cannot acquiesce to your request ::

She hissed through the static of her mask. I mean seriously nothing more scary then a statically speaker right? Whoever thought of making that a thing was on spice or something, now if you want to go back centuries the dark lord of the first empire, he has good acoustics, so deep and rich… But Bryce digressed. Back to the moment, Bryce, the Ren lady and all those troopers…

“Can you turn up and gain and down the distortion a bit? I mean speaking through a mask is one thing but I have listened to konk droids with better clarity.”

:: Do not make me repeat myself, I promise you will not be pleased with the result, SUBMIT ::

That last part had a bit more “force” on it than the others. Almost Sith like, even though the Ren were a whole school of the force unto themselves they still had ties to what birthed them. Especially the whole conquer and enslave the weak thing.

“Submission is not really our thing cutie, you learn anything about those of the Rim it is that we live for open sky. If you mean to take that from us then I’m mean’n on misbehaving.”

Bryce let his hands fall to his sides, fingers now closely dangling over his gun belt. They didn’t seem to want to talk this over a cup of Lum like civilized folks, wasn’t their way. So be it, time for the Ren to learn not to cross a Judge, even outside the outback…

Progflaw99 · Dec 19, 2017

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Hex L-49 // FIS Barrini // Armory

Faction: The First Order // [member="Racosidae"]

Enemy: [member="Kira Novak"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"]

[member="Liuna Ondizi"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"] | The Galactic Alliance & Allies

Equipment: Draugr Armor | Dur-24 Wrist Blaster | Dual Phase Lightsaber

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Raw, unbridled power.

The smell of burnt ozone.

The sickeningly sweet aroma of death.

It fueled him.

He paused momentarily amidst his work, hands resting gently on the small table as he felt a twinge at the edge of his consciousness. At first it was but a speck of dust, an irritant on the edge of perception but as the power grew he couldn't help but grin. The time had come. Just as his counterpart, Racoside, could feel the power of the Dark Side rising within herself so he did as well. Zodan had been assessing the armory aboard the Keeper-class Interdiction Platform when the alarms had sounded, though he had yet to sense an enemy within the station. At least, he'd thought. His fingers wrapping into a fist, the Knight's eyes closed as he focused his attention elsewhere. His consciousness subdued for a moment, he reached out to the station at large. Racoside was here, that much he knew without a doubt - the two had arrived together. Something more however, another unfamiliar presence, here on the station but not within. *Not within... Strange.* he thought to himself. Ill intent he could discern but no more. If the station had somehow been boarded it was up to the two servants of the Supreme Leader to repel them or eliminate them.

In a moment he was back within his own mind, quickly turning on heel. Zodan's heavy booted feet moved across the durasteel deck, a scowl near permanently settling across his features as he began heading towards the faint presence. It was out there, he could feel it on the edge of his mind but every time he got close it slipped away from perception. It angered him. *Good. I can use that.* another thought as he ground his teeth.

Not one. Several. No, they had definitely been boarded. A quick pause and an ear to the wind was all it took for Zodan to hear the sounds of battle. It was a large station, but the habitable areas and corridors were limited as the majority of the station ran on automation. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out what they were up to. There hadn't been an overwhelming barrage of enemy fire, no star splitting proton cannons deployed against it, nor had he discovered a plot to set det charges in the corridors - as of yet. The enemy's goal wasn't to destroy the station - but capture it? To capture the station... *The hyperdrive.* Naturally. With a frustrated sigh he put his feet to work, driving him quickly towards his fellow Ren, keying up the small commlink integrated into his armor.

:: Racoside. We have a problem. ::

Impressing thought over audible word, he filled in his partner with the deduction he had come to. Whether she would agree was another matter entirely.

Ellie Mors · Dec 20, 2017

Say It Righthttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6JnGBs88sL0

Aboard the Red Veil

Allies: Her Heart | [member="Asharad Graush"]
Enemy: The First Order, The Galactic Alliance, Mandalorian Allies | [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="Emilia Ravel"], [member="Morro"], [member="Robogeber"], [member="Dako Asturo"] [member="Zark"], [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Raph Thule"], [member="Aryn Teth"], [member="Gir Quee"], [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"], [member="Cassius Droma"]
Objective: Make the right choice.
Direct Interaction: [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="The Major"], [member="Therran Graush"], [member="Raph Thule"] | [member="Robogeber"] (Naval Engagement)

It was a curious thing - watching someone you still cared about fight to take everything you cared about away from you. She hadn't been able to say anything to him when he'd arrived, demanding her surrender, before he'd begun yet another skirmish right in front of her - killing people who came to secure her, to keep her from getting out of the Alliance's reach. She couldn't blame either party, doubtless the Alliance knew something of her dead mother, and A'sharad certainly was fully capable of using her as leverage against them to at least make them back down from this - possibly even pull information about the core out from her to use for some ploy for the core. Well, she could blame them somewhat - she'd been forced to sign a treaty with the Alliance to surrender her system to them the moment they displayed their might over the weakened core following a successful invasion on Coruscant and the collapse of the Sith in the core. Nothing about her allegiance to the Alliance had been particularly voluntary, the simple threat of being seen as the dark sider she had been was enough to force her to comply - save her own people the struggle of an executed or imprisoned leader, sacrifice her own personal freedoms in the process.

And, of course, she couldn't say the same about Graush.

He hadn't given her much insight to his life in the First Order - but then she'd never really tried to pry that much - and he wasn't as visibly anxious at his own predicament as she had been, so she had always assumed he was content with the nature of his role. It was probably an assumption that had hurt whatever thing they had, and part of her still told her that he didn't care about her like she had for him. As far as she could tell, especially given his willingness to take part in a strike on her, personally, he hadn't ever shared her perspective on life - she was helpless, overwhelmed by the tides of life that washed over her, and he was in control, a Sith with the power to shape his own destiny. She envied him for that strength, strength she'd always tried to look like she'd had. An Empress, yet captive to the stability of her own people, the daughter of some of the wealthiest people in the galaxy, 'friends' with so many of the upper class in her social circles, and yet here she was - alone and watching three strangers and a man she'd poured her heart for fight over her like a mute calf.

'What's the point? I'm just a bargaining chip to them - it's not like any of them actually care.'

The thought had been one that always lingered at the back of her mind, the thought that had formed in her head when she'd quite literally ran away from A'sharad. In hindsight she was a moron for ever putting herself in that situation, not because it was incredibly idiotic to expect someone raised from birth for murder to reciprocate feelings like love, but simply because it was her fault for ever putting herself in that situation. It wasn't even a concept foreign to her at the time she'd said those three stupid words - she'd been telling herself that he could learn if she showed him she wanted to teach him, and she'd left when she decided, through sheer hypocrisy, that he was incapable and thus undeserving of that effort. Part of her wondered if she'd simply reinforced some cruel Sith tradition to make him associate love with pain, but all of her felt the guilt that came with that line of thinking.

If she had stayed, tried to make it work, would it have made a difference? 'Could he have cared?'

Of course, in reality, that didn't matter - she hadn't, he probably didn't, and now she was likely going to die.

Had he been anyone else, even their Supreme Leader himself, Lily would have fought to her dying breath to keep her tiny fragment of freedom alive, that sliver of hope that someday she'd go without an oppressive power placing the weight of her people on her shoulders, as though she was carrying the planet she called home on her back.

But the moment he'd asked her to give in, the moment she'd been asked to surrender, by him she'd felt that last ounce of will crumble.

Of anyone, even more than her father, she'd confided in him her fears - told him how trapped she felt, like a bird in a cage, when she was under the eye of the Alliance.

And how softly he'd spoken, how easily he'd found the words, she felt naked, ashamed, and broken before him.

Speechless, truly.

And of course he fought to put her in chains that she had fought almost her entire adult life to get out of, the ultimate show of insincerity if she'd ever seen one - a pain that had broken that one last thread of meaning.

Another man, someone that had accompanied the cyborg to aid in this boarding attempt by the alliance, was met with the same certainty of death that Lily, herself, felt looming closer and closer the more apparent it was that A'sharad was far too much for simple soldiers to handle. A sense of pity fluttered in her chest for the quasi-robotic man that had been sent on this suicide mission - a mission that was as pointless as this fight over her. Emerald eyes, as green as the envy she had for her sister that was somewhere far from this scene, watched the makeshift duel with some mild interest - although most of her thoughts had been on the conflicting emotions she had with the realization that she was going to be imprisoned by the man she still loved. Despite everything, or perhaps in spite of it all, however, the reflection of light from the chrome-plated soldier pulled her attention from the rest of the fray.

Presented with a weapon, a blaster, the woman that had appeared to have been on the side of the First Order presented her with a third option - and a means to gain at least a modicum of control in the situation at hand.

She wondered at the weapon, which had several firing modes labeled across its length, and examined the two sides fighting - her eyes only for one man, though she still felt a preemptive wave of rejection from him.

She wasn't the best shot, certainly - or at least she hadn't been when she'd been forced to suppress her talents.

Two men were down her sights, the rifle raised up so she could take aim - though there would be no sense of danger for either of the Graush, nor a single ounce of animosity on her behalf. A small finger slid the safety off, setting the blaster to stun, and with some clear level of determination and focus Lily rose from her seat and moved towards the fighting and then pulled the trigger as soon as she was certain that her range would make up for any lack of accuracy - an expanding circle of a stun bolt shot from the barrel of the blaster towards the two, hoping that the lack of communication on her part with either of the two would catch her target off guard.

Her eyes, of course, had been staring down [member="Raph Thule"] when the shot was fired - which was quickly met with an additional second pull of the trigger.

Had her aim found true there would have been the sound of metal on metal, a blaster falling to the ground, so that Lily could sprint to put herself in harm's way - her life for his.

"Stop!"

She couldn't live with another pointless sacrifice. Not for her.

"Let him go, jettison him off in an escape pod or anything, I'm not worth this - you can have me, you can have my ship, but you're better off just killing me if you can't give me at least this."

"Otherwise I'll just do it myself." She threatened.

If there was one statement of many that she meant, it was the latter.

If it was one language she knew how to speak that he'd understand, it was violence - and suicide was certainly one way to ensure this victory was as pointless as the feelings she'd harbored for him.

Not that he cared.

Ship Name: ANS Red Veil Ship Class: MC180 Progenitor-Class Super Carrier Shield / Hull: 1900/1900

Hangar: ~~5 Squadrons Chiroptera-class Interceptors (50 Total)~~ | ~~5 Squadrons B-8 Blue Jay Starfighters (50 Total)~~ | ~~5 Squadrons Raid-Class Bomber Model B (55 Total)~~ | 5 Squadrons Locust-Class Starfighters (50 Total)
Actions: Currently controlled and piloted by [member="The Major"], flying towards the First Order fleet.

Ship Name: ANS Liberty Ship Class: Citadel-Class Star Defender Shield / Hull: 0/0
Hangar: 3 Squadrons Locust-Class Starfighters (30 Total)
Actions: Firing at FIV Conqueror and returning fire; All Squadrons deployed and heading towards the FIV Conqueror to engage

Ship Name: ANS Synergy Ship Class: Endurance II-Class Fleet Carrier Shield / Hull: 1040/1040
Hangar: 3 Squadrons Locust-Class Starfighters (30 Total) | 2 Squadrons Raid-Class Bomber Model B (22 Total) | 1 Squadron B-8 Blue Jay Starfighters (10 Total)
Actions: Firing on FIV Devastator

Ship Name: ANS Fortitude Ship Class: Fortress-Class Cruiser Shield / Hull: 720/900
Hangar: 1 Squadron Chiroptera-class Interceptor (10 Total) | 1 Squadron B-8 Blue Jay Starfighters (10 Total) | 1 Squadron Locust-Class Starfighters (10 Total)
Actions: Firing on FIV Conqueror

Ship Name: ANS Focus Ship Class: Lancer-Class Frigate Shield / Hull: 500/500
Hangar: No Hangar
Actions: Firing on FIV Conqueror

Ship Name: ANS Recovery Ship Class: Sublight-Class Assault Frigate Shield / Hull: 200/500
Hangar: 1 Squadron Locust-Class Starfighters (10 Total)
Actions: Firing on FIV Enforcer

Ship Name: ANS Restitution Ship Class: Sublight-Class Assault Frigate Shield / Hull: 50/450
Hangar: 1 Squadron Locust-Class Starfighters (10 Total)
Actions: Firing on FIV Roar; Squadron at FIV Enforcer to engage

Cyrus Tregessar · Dec 20, 2017

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YW2bPkw0VyU

Hex L-49 \\ FIV Ravager \\ Unforgiven-class Battlecruiser

Faction: First Order \\ Enemy: Galactic Alliance \\ Status: In the vicinity of Station Hapspir

In Vicinity: [member="Cable Shike"] | [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Zanza Hijikata"]

Cyrus watched the enemy cruisers move into the line of fire, a potentially suicidal act that showed their Admiral's desperation. He was focused on the larger strategic picture, willing to sacrifice individual vessels in service of a larger objective. It was the ultimate test for any would be commander, a test that [member="Gir Quee"] had passed many times before during the Sith-Republic wars. The single-mindedness of the approach prompted both admiration and anger from Cyrus.

In the back of his mind, nearly unheard against the pulsing rage, a thought occurred to him that perhaps his most recent set of orders were no the most wise, all things considered.

The Marauder's continued their chase. Maneuverable and fairly durable, they were a fair match at close range for the Draken's, but were having a hard time running the ships down and delivering any lethal hits. In that, it was a close enough match, and hopefully disruptive enough for the enemy artillery ships, that there was no choice but to let the chase continue. The squadrons, on the other hand, would be more useful elsewhere. What remained of ten squadrons of the First Order strike craft turned outbound and headed back to the station, to do what they could to attack boarding parties and the swarm of enemy corvettes. The four fighter squadrons organic to the Marauders stayed with their motherships, picking off what remained of the enemy escorts.

Meanwhile, fighting alone against seven other vessels, the Ravager was taking a beating. But the Darr Itah ships were designed to be durable, in a sense. While weapon systems on the periphery of the vessel were being knocked out the overall integrity of the ship stayed intact. It meant that while he was in little danger of losing the vessel overall, arrayed as it was against a number of significantly smaller ships, he was losing combat effectiveness at a rapid rate. The Darr Itah's were meant to operate at the rear of a formation ,throwing heavy artillery and using their maneuverability to avoid being hit by return fire. They were not close range brawlers, and it was beginning to tell. One way or another he needed to shake things up.

"Status of the boarding teams?" There was a sense of gradual understatement in the question. Nearly 10,000 soldiers and spacers made up the boarding 'party.' A small army in truth.

"Shuttles are prepped and standing by for your order."

"Launch all craft. Have them standby in the shadow of the Ravager."

The mass of enemy Cruisers and Frigates were going to be a problem for any small craft attempting to reach the Ocean Tide, but there was a way to account for that. As the Ravager continued to close with the enemy destroyer it shifted fire yet again, spreading its guns among the enemy ships seemingly at random (the precise firing solutions up to the discretion of battery commanders), all in an attempt to play havoc with any targeting and sensor solutions, as energy spilled across every shield array in the area.

As if on cue, the swarm of boarding ships swept from behind the rear of the Ravager, in a sort of bastardized Marg Sabl, seeking to close the gap between the two vessels as closely as possible, using the orientation of the Ocean Tide as a shield from the threat of the Directorate Cruisers that had moved into formation. Not all the boarding craft would make it, of course, even as the Ravager's escorting fighters did their best to clear the way for their approach. They were not, generally speaking, dedicated assault shuttles.

Where those shuttles did clear the lethal empty space in between the ships, specific batteries of the Ravager were waiting to target those patches in the shields that guarded hangers or hull breaches. Firing on command, they sought to drop the shields, even if just long enough to let a shuttle through.

Onboard Station Hapspir the defense teams faced a different problem. Outnumbered and outgunned, they shifted to a defensive posture, withdrawing from indefensible compartments, sealing passageways, and venting the atmosphere from every section abandoned. With what time they gained, they set up barricades and heavy weapons in narrow passages, where the sheer numbers of the enemy would be of little benefit. If the fleet outside could prevail soon, they would have all the reinforcements in the world. If not...

They had their orders.

Hex L-49 \\ Station Barrini

Commander: Vice Admiral Reis

In Vicinity: [member="Allyson Locke"] \\ [member="Jyoti Nooran"] \\ [member="Zodan Osyk-Drul"]

Faced with even more dire prospects, the crew and garrison of Barrini followed much the same tactics as those on Hapspir. Withdrawing, even at a dead run, from firefights with enemy forces, they moved to lockdown and then physically seal blast doors behind them. As friendly forces fell back, Station Control vented atmosphere, disabled gravity, cut electricity to each section. Even a properly prepared force, as the boarding forces clearly were, would find moving forward to be much slower now.

As extra crew armed and equipped themselves with hardsuits and spare weapons, the stromtroopers mounted what heavy weapons they could and created barricades in choke points and in compartments that would give them multiple lines of fire on a single ingress point. Mobile Shield devices were rolled out and activated, to provide some measure of protection against the lethal seeking rounds that had by now been reported as a horrible truth among the surviving troops. A vicious assassin's art, wielded by a Jedi?
That was a sobering thought, for some.

Outside the station, Vice Admiral Uluc Keri Reis, known among his peers as the 'Scirroco,' managed to detach a number of ships from their ongoing engagement with Alliance warships and send them after the new intruders. Three Heavy Crusiers led the charge, in a triangle formation, supported by half a dozen frigates and a similar number of other escorting ships, and squadrons flying in support. From a purely firepower perspective, it would look like an almost even fight.

Summary of Actions

Ravager getting a workout. Fire focused on opening up hangers for boarding ships. 9 support squadrons moving to cover boarding craft.
Swarm of boarding craft rushing the Ocean Tide. Many are conventional shuttles, being covered by fire from the Ravager and supporting squadrons.
Marauder Cruisers continuing to pursue and harass Drakens. 14 squadrons broken off to attack Liberete corvettes.
Halberd Frigate 1 has exited the combat area. Halberd 2 is nestled between Vindicator carriers shooting where it can at the Tercels.
Bolt and Dagger's detached to engage 12 Liberete corvettes. Bolt's taking casualties.

Task Group Hapspir

1 x 'Unforgiven' Darr Itah Refit (FIV Ravager)
2 x Marauder-class Cruisers (FIV Icebrand, FIV Baneblade)
2 x Vindicator-class Carriers
2 x Dagger-class Frigates
1 x Halberd-class Frigates
4 x Bolt-class Corvettes

Keeper-Class Interdiction Stations

Station Hapspir
Officer in Charge: Grand Admiral Cyrus Tregessar

Status: Interdiction Field Active, Relays at 76%. Integrity at -HEAVILY DAMAGED, BOARDERS DETECTED-

Station Barrini
Officer in Charge: Vice Admiral Uluc Keri Reis

Status: Interdiction Field Active, Relays at 80%. Integrity at 92% -BOARDERS DETECTED-

Station Corbolan
Officer in Charge: Admiral Isano Sekerian

Status: Interdiction Field Active, Relays at 97%. Integrity at 96%

Station Triaxis
Officer in Charge: Fleet Admiral Carlyle Rausgeber

Status: Interdiction Field Active, Relays at 78%. Integrity at 72%

Station Wormturns
Officer in Charge: Admiral Itsel Kahalen

Status: Interdiction Field Active, Relays at 100%. Integrity at 99%

Aryn Teth · Dec 20, 2017

Aryn Teth

FIV Executioner, Hex L-49

Allies: The Galactic Alliance, [member='Coren Starchaser']

Enemies: The First Order, FIV Executioner, [member='Sieger Ren'], [member='Xiomar Ren']

Objective: Assassinate Supreme Leader Sieger Ren, Disable the FIV Executioner

The hallways of the Executioner were quiet, far too quiet. Combined with the feeling of dread and the call of the dark side echoing through him, it didn't take long for Aryn to establish that himself and Coren were indeed being 'herded' in a sense by their own target. In another circumstance it may have prompted pause from the Jedi, the power of the Supreme Leader was clearly immense, Aryn had felt it from a distance but now that he was closer he could truly understand it. Yet just as the Supreme Leader was reaching out to the Jedi, Aryn was reaching out to him. The chains which lashed out from him through the force and tethered him to sources of power had found their way towards the Supreme Leader, they had set him on the same path Sieger himself was determined to drive him along. Whether it was dark or light, the force echoing within Aryn didn't care, it was all absorbed, all harnessed just the same, it was all the force.

It was a fair ways into the ship when Aryn began to work off the flight suit he'd placed atop his own clothes, disguises were pointless now and he figured in the long run the added weight would only slow or hinder him. What desire Sieger Ren had to lead the two Jedi towards him was unknown to Aryn at that point, was he really so confident in his own power? He had all this might, the entire force of the Executioner, he could have been sending hundreds of crew members to fight or even just to slow down the two Jedi, yet he did not. Was the Supreme Leader truly so bold as to believe he alone could have dealt with this? But no, he wasn't alone was he?

Aryn sensed it then, that second presence which had almost been clouded by the Supreme Leader's immensity. From a distance it had been impossible to notice, caught under the umbrella of Sieger Ren's darkness, but now he saw it too. Even then, Aryn couldn't help but assume the Supreme Leader to be exceedingly strong, or over-confident in his abilities, or perhaps, both. Forcing these thoughts from his mind, he turned his gaze towards Coren and gave the man a silent nod. No words needed to be said, both knew why they were there, and there would be no turning back as they neared the end of the path they had been set on. Taking in a breath, Aryn left his lightsaber on his belt as he took the steps out into the empty bridge.

Into the den of the Supreme Leader.

Incandescent Truth, Hex L-49

Allies: The Galactic Alliance, [member='Zark']

Enemies: The First Order, Triaxis, [member='Robogeber']

Objective: Destroy the Triaxis

The fleet around the Itsukusk had been drastically overwhelmed while the Incandescent Truth worried about its repairs. They had managed to get their shields back up to full power, but much of the ships systems were still damaged, and many of its weapons aside from the primary Proton Beam were destroyed or too damaged to be of much assistance to the battle. The Captain who had been left in charge had listened intently to the radio chatter between all the Alliance capital ships. The stations themselves seemed to be out of range of many weapons of the Alliance ships and what had hit had not been able to have the required effect to really turn the tide. The Captain understood this well enough, and he knew what had to be done.

Reaching down to the console before him, he opened up a communications line to the bridge of the Itsukusk. "Supreme Commander Ven." The Abednedo male spoke with confidence that came from years of experience, and an evidently deep respect towards the Supreme Commander. "The Incandescent Truth is ready to re-engage, and we'll appreciate whatever cover you can give us." He gave a firm nod and turned his gaze over his shoulder to open a channel through the ship, keeping the connection to Ven open so that the Supreme Commander would fully understand his intentions. "Prepare the cannon for a full reactor ignition, target - Triaxis."
With a salute to Ven following this, the Captain closed the channel.

Shifting from its position, the Incandescent Truth began to lower itself below the hull of the Itsukusk which it had been hiding behind. The Captain was confident that in the immensity of the fighting which had sparked following its initial attack, many of the First Order's officers would have ideally forgotten the location or even the presence of the Incandescent Truth as it had remained entirely isolated since the beginning of the fight. Lowering enough for Triaxis to be perfectly within its sight, the proton beam cannon began to lower again. The charging was gradual, and ten long minutes passed with the Incandescent Truth exposed beneath the Itsukusk, though luckily it was also protected by the willing sacrifice of the Axiom. When time enough had finally passed, the crew of the Incandescent Truth braced themselves as many of the non-crucial systems of the ship shut down under the immense, full-powered shot of the Proton Beam cannon which tore through space with another great, green flash of light, trailing directly towards the Triaxis interdiction station.

Madelyn Lowe · Dec 20, 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, [member="Connor Harrison"], [member="Khonsu Amon"]
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance
Equipment: See Signature +[SIZE=12pt] G-11F Blaster Rifle[/SIZE].
Currently Engaging: [member="Eralam"]

Emilia lowered the rifle. These were not simple Alliance war droids, nor did they they belong to civilians. This was something else entirely. The blaster bolts that had tore from her gun used tibanna gas, any normal droid unit would’ve been dismembered, torn limb from limb. But the larger of the pair took the shots, absorbing them like they were nothing. In fact, the bolts didn’t appear to strike at all, instead phasing out of existence at the exact moment they would strike the droid’s metal surface. Her eyes narrowed, this was no droid, it was an armoured force user, a cyborg perhaps, judging by the mess of wires that made up its torso, and could be seen behind the warrior’s gilded breast-plate.

The tall one was unusual, a model she’d never seen before, reminiscent of warrior’s armours of old. It was nothing like the practical designs of the Order. It was elegant, beautiful even, but it had large gaps in which there was no armour, and the internal components were visible and open. That would be her chance. As for the tall one’s companion, it was an astromech, typically not something to worry about, especially if it's playing the fiddle. Unlike most astromechs, this one did not dutifully blow apart into tiny pieces when she fired at it, instead it whipped out an honest-to-god lightsaber, deftly deflecting the shots and sending them pinging into the hangar roof.

Wary now, she took a step back, and a couple to the right, navigating back behind the stack of fuel barrels that she’d rounded when she’d first spotted the pair of droids. As the droid spoke, its voice echoing and twisting through the various obstacles in the cavernous space, she watched it. Like its companion, it also carried a lightsaber, and what looked like a small blaster on its hip, though not any blaster she was familiar with. In its hands, it held a banjo like a bat, despite the lightsaber at its hip, the cyborg, or force-wielding shard, or whatever it was, seemed supremely confident that that lightweight instrument was all it would need.

The droid stopped talking, and Emilia surveyed her surroundings. In front of her, and extending about a metre and a half on either side were the fuel barrels, left of that, a starfighter with thick power cables extending to the engines, now abandoned after the boarding. To her right, an abyss, the hangar’s moon pool, opening up to the bottom of the Excubitor, and into the depth of space. The doors had yet to be closed, and the battle raged on below. Between her and the merc, Khonsu Amon, was a 150m space, broken by occasional crates and other cover, running along the side of the moon pool. It was there that the two droids had landed.

With a deep breath, she stood up, projecting her voice loud enough for her enemy to hear her clearly, but shifting a little from side to side, and rotating her head from side-to-side. For the casual observer, her movements would seem strange, even comical, but there was sense to them. “To answer your question Jedi, no, I don’t. I have a job that needs doing and I’m rather in a hurry, it's just that your and your friend here are blocking my path.” She took a step to the right, and continued speaking, angling her voice down. “I’m impressed that you and your little friend were able to detect my armour, I assume you’re equipped with some pretty advanced sensors there. This blocks most of them. So, you’ll be using either motion detectors, sonar, or some combination of both.” She paused for a moment, once again angling her head, and shifting position slightly. “The principle behind the tech is rather simple,” she went on, her voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling, and the polished floor, and the angled panels of the star fighters. “Its like if you drop a stone into a pond. Provided they’re quick enough, a clever person can follow the ripples back to find the exact point where the rock hit the water. But if I drop a stone, but then I drop another, and another, and another. Then it starts to become mighty hard to figure out exactly which ripple is which.”

Her rifle was raised once again as she crept, a step left, and another. Working her way around. “You are working with echoes and ripples, Jedi. That is not true sight.” She said, projecting her voice right. Taking a hand off her weapon for a moment, she held the transmit button on her commlink before continuing. "Now Jedi, as I said, I'm rather in a hurry. If you would stand aside, and let me cross to the other side of the hangar, that would be peachy." There was no doubt in her mind that this enemy was dangerous, thus it would be foolish to rush into an attack, especially at close range. For now she would keep her distance, and allow him the next move.

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

S H A D O W

The World Eater

Well-Known Member

Forever Zealous

Lady of Patience

Connor Harrison

Guest

Schmuck

Scruffy Lookin’ Nerfherder

Well-Known Member

The Grey

Liuna

Guest

defy the tyrannous stars

Character

Well-Known Member

Just a dude

Well-Known Member

B E A C O N

Grand Admiral, First Order Central Command

Hellwalker

Lady of Patience

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