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

Sor-Jan Xantha · Dec 23, 2017

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Intent: Get caught back up, be fashionably late to the party, and sell the First Order overpriced HoloNet access
Supporting: None in direct action (Galactic Alliance in general)
Opponents: None in direct action (First Order in general)

STAR DESTROYER INTERVENTIONhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/92483-intervention/

entering Sector L-49

The small tow-headed boy gave a yawn as he came onto the bridge.

It was rough conducting interstellar travel. Time zones became a sort of self-inflicted pain, as ship's time was adjusted for the various planetary rotations that the ship orbited. He wasn't even certain what the current ship's time even was. He'd taken a nap during the transit from Elrood, and now it seemed as though the hastily concocted plans made there were finally starting to come to bear. Through the large, transparisteel windows, the mottled sea of hyperspace suddenly reverted back to the familiar starscape of deep space.

"The fleet has dropped out of lightspeed," Owen Silthen noted. The man, still wearing a coat bearing Levantine Sanctum regalia, turned as he spoke. He'd spied the boy's reflection in the window approaching. The man was good. One of several career officers who had chosen to retire rather than make the merger between the Levantine Sanctum and the Silver Jedi. And Sor-Jan growing shipping activities had been only too happy to find employment for such veteran ship captains. Pivoting back toward the window, Owen indicated the space beyond as he said, "As Callisto indicated, there is an interdictor field just ahead that covers the entire parsec."

The upper doors of the Venator's hangar bay were opening. Bat-like silouettes glistened in the eternal night, as the Intervention's battle droids automatically deployed to form a combat aerospace patrol around the fleet.

Turning away for a moment, the young Anzat tapped the controls on a panel near one of the windows. A HUD popped up, displaying the current com-scan contacts. The concentration was high, and tightly clustered. "I see we've got a traffic jam up ahead," the boy noted dryly.

"It's a mess, sir," Owen replied with a nod. Then, after a moment, asked in a low voice, "Are you certain that you want to take us in?"

Certain. After fifty-seven years of making mistakes and finding success to be little more than luck, Sor-Jan had a hard time believing that anyone could be certain about anything. Particularly this. So, instead, he answered with a question of his own. "Are we still detecting the distress beacon from the Durango?"

Sor-Jan looked up at Silthen. Silthen turned and looked down into the pit. As the boy's eyes followed, an analyst droid turned and spoke. "Com-Scan indicates it is in an area that appears to be heavily mined, sir."

Mines.

They'd mined a hyperlane. Not even the Seperatists had been so low as to do that. There was a special place in Hell for the Supreme Leader that had approved that idea. And the Anzat was of half a mind to help see him to it. "Does that answer your question, Captain?" the boy asked, turning to look back up at the man.

If the First Order was mining the hyperlanes, then none of them were safe. Merchants. Smugglers. Pirates. Tourists. If they were going to die on a hill, certainly the First Order had made this a hill worth dying on. Even for businessmen and old ship captains of forgotten wars.

Captain Silthen merely gave a nod in return. Straightening up, the man raised his voice as he said, "Inform all ships. The order is: Forward. Best speed."

"Star destroyers, diamond formation. Intervention will take the rear, Excelsior and Prometheus forward," the boy said, turning as he issued the orders down to the pit. "Hammerheads take point. Ruistos will provide support."

"Remember, space is three dimensional," Silthen advised. "Angle our approach based on their current axis, but keep in mind the battlefield will move in three dimensions. Don't let yourself get caught thinking in two dimensional terms."

"Freedom, provide cover for Serenity," Sor-Jan ordered, taking note of the two Jast ships that trailed in the shadow of the larger Venator. "Serenity, start spinning up for blackout. When the shooting starts, I want the First Order in the blind."

Captain Silthen seemed uncomfortable. Finally, then man looked down at the boy and said, "You know, if this were a Levantine ship, the sporting thing to do would be to contact the First Order and ask if they were prepared to surrender."

"The Alliance can take their surrender," the young vampire tossed back coldly. "If they've interdicted and mined a hyperlane, then I have neither karks nor chits to give for the First Order."

Instead, the boy turned back toward the pit behind him. "Hail the Galactic Alliance instead. Tell them... we're sorry we're late."

Corellia Digital Corporate Fleet (7,472 meters)

1x Venator-class star destroyer (flagship)
1 squadron Self-Propelled Multi-Vector Battle Droids, mk I
2x Vindicta-class star destroyers
4 squadrons Self-Propelled Multi-Vector Battle Droids, mk II
2x Hammerhead-class corvettes
3x MC42 Ruisto-class balanced frigates
1x Jast 1st Rate corvette pocket carrier
1 squadron Self-Propelled Multi-Vector Battle Droids, mk II
1x Jast Blackout electronic warfare support frigate

Fleet arrived just outside the sector, heading in at full sublight speed
1 squadron of Mk I battle droids deployed as combat air patrol
Jast Blackout is spinning up for broadband electromagnetic spectrum attack

Aeshi Tillian · Dec 23, 2017

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[member="Cyrus"] Tregressar
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“Well,” Aeshi said after a while. “That was anticlimactic.” She set the bottle of whiskey down on the deck and stride back up to the bridge. In the distance, she could make out the battle as it raged across the stars. Pinpoints of light and explosions echoed across the stars. A small flotilla of civilian craft had gathered around them, trying to steer clear of the titanic space battle, overlapping their shields to protect against stray lasers and debris.

“This doesn’t make sense,” Aeshi said after a moment. She spun the chair around to study the sensor display. Five interdiction stations and relays. What was their goal here? Disrupt shipping? Start a trade dispute? Lure the Alliance fleet into open warfare? Well, they’d succeeded in that at least.

The display popped into three dimensional reality and she crossed her arms, lips closed. The stations were interesting. Not only that, but they were trying to protect them. She snorted. Another government trying to enforce their control over space-lanes. That was the point of space. It was wide-open void, with room enough for all of them. And yet here they were, bringing their tariffs and their customs.

Which, if these communiques were right, relied on the stations and relays. She couldn’t even dream of tackling a station. Not in a freighter. But those relays...

No weapons or shields. That she could probably handle. Not that they had a large complement of missiles, but enough to cripple a few of them.

“All hands to the bridge.” She murmured and strapped herself into the chair. Her co-pilot did the same. With a hum, the shields powered back up. The guns were charged and missiles locked into tubes. There was a station not terribly far from them. She couldn’t get s name or designation, but that was what she marked on the screen. It’d be a little rough, but they could make it.

“Full frontal deflectors,” Aeshi commented, and pushed the throttle all the way forward. The freighter leaned forward, pushing them back into the seat.

The First Order Fleet loomed closer as TIEs began to appear within view. Aeshi bit her lip and the Force wrapped itself around her. She could fly this thing. It was what she had been trained for after all. Laser barrages began to arc her way and hammered off the shield. The ship shook.

“Shields at 85%!”

“I know!” Aeshi snapped. “I can read! Keep them going.”

She yanked on the controls and the ship rolled out of the next barrage. Her own guns opened fire, tracking the fighters until one exploded. But still, there were so many and the relays weren’t in range yet. But they would be soon.

They had an option still. She leaned over and punched the SLAM. The ship hurtled faster towards the relays as they grew closer and larger in the viewport ahead of her. Her guns went quiet as the computer tracked their movements.

A lock-on alarm chimed and she squeezed the missile trigger. Two missiles raced forward on an intercept course, accompanied by bursts from the ship’s guns. Red lasers arced forward.

And still the ship sped forward, locking onto a second relay station. It was out of reliable range still. The deck rumbled beensthnher boots as she pushed the ship to its maximum speed. Lasers bounced off the shield and sent shudders through the ship. Alarms began to blare on the console.

Sweet dropped down her forehead. It stung her eyes and she blinked it away. Her knuckles had gone white. Everything else faded out of her attention as the ship hurtled forwards. Other alarms echoed, but they passed away in the Force.

She would disable this interdiction field.

Coren Starchaser · Dec 24, 2017

Location: Executioner
Allies: Alliance, [member="Aryn Teth"], the BattleBuddy
Enemies: First Order, [member="Sieger Ren"], [member="Xiomar Ren"]
Objective: Stop the First Order, send them packing, filet Knights of Ren

Getting to the bridge was a bit of a hike, these First Order ships were a bit larger than he remembered from Imperial vessels. DIdn’t make a difference though. The pair of Jedi arrived just where they needed to be, just when they needed to be there. He wasn’t sure if this was where his story ended, but he knew it wasn’t going to be at the hands of the First Order. Sure, they came heavy with their ships, but with no Sith, Coren wasn’t exactly concerned with what they were able to do. He was ready for the fight, and craving it. It wasn’t the Jedi way, but Coren Starchaser was never the pinnacle of the Jedi way.

He looked at his companion, as much as he looked around. This was the Supreme Leader? Pretty much what he expected. The Dark Side ate away at the body and the mind, turning the users into a rotted mass of the body, their own rage keeping them moving forward. It was what had separated the sides. Coren used the Force from a desire to protect, a compassion, and passion for life. Not to destroy.

But he wasn’t slow to leap into battle, and the snap-hiss of his lightsaber added an orange hue to the bridge. He was slower, it seemed, than his contemporary but the Master was following closely behind Teth, watching the rest of the bridge, and waiting for the move. He didn’t wish to interfere with Teth’s fight, unless it became required, to reduce the chance of a misstep.

The Force was being pulled to Coren, and he was feeling himself be able to call the valor of the Force to him. He was ready for the next strike. When the opportune moment arrived.

Kyrel Ren · Dec 24, 2017

Location: Aboard the Istkusk, outside of the bridge.

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

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

Equipment: In signature

Objective: Kill Bridge Commanders

Kyrel could sense that he was very close to his objective. He noticed that his daughter was injured of course as they made it to the turbolift, that loathsome Force Sensitive managed to knock her about with a projectile of some sort, but still, Kyrel did not care, his rage had all but consumed him at this point, her well being did indeed did not matter. She was a tool nothing more. A tool to be used to carry on his dark legacy when he was dead and gone and even then she would never escape him. Despite that he had sensed that his saber now called to a new Master of course and like it's previous master still carried memories of the former which now carried over to the new owner enriching her in the power of the dark side. He had ignored her comment sensing that she learned yet another part of his past.

As they rode the turbolift he could sense her discomfort her weakness and a part of him thought. "Hmmm if she slows me down and costs me this opportunity she will pay dearly." He said not expecting himself to think in such a way as the turbolift brought them up, Neither one of them speaking to each other as they were now close. Soon he would take what he had desired most and the anticipation was dreadful as if each second brought him to his purpose.

When they reached, Kyrel immediately walked in front of Varas towards the blast door and in front of them stood a man, Kyrel reached out with the Force and couldn't help but grin as he looked towards the man. Not feeling as he had a use for the mask he wore, he took the mask and slowly took it off. The hiss of the sealed pressure was slightly heard as he exposed his face and tousled hair. His skin slightly pale due to the intense bond and dark side energy fueled by Vader's Bane. His yellow eyes became fixated on the man as he spoke recognizing him by his Force Signature as the Jedi who spoke to him earlier. Taking out his blade once more he activated it, the crimson blade emerging from the hilt with a snap-hiss.

He stepped forward and spoke almost letting out a laugh as he said his tone icy and his words filled with venom. "I believe that end will be yours... Soon I shall be gone and you will be dead at my feet." He said as he ran towards him, full of rage using the force to fuel him as he attacked mixing Djem So and Juyo in his opening strike, only to be met with the man activating his own blade. The Crimson and Orange blades erupting in a flash of light and sparks. Both were trading blows back and forth, Kyrel's style savage and primal in his technique, having not learned from a proper Master and learned from holograms and Ancient texts. Kyrel's style was indeed that of Form V but had borrowed elements from other Forms such as Juyo, and Soresu creating a style unlike any other.

With the blades clashing against one another, The man barely attacked purely on the defensive as if he was protecting someone or something. All the while he had a look of peace and purpose on his face which had infuriated Kyrel even more. He drove deeper into his rage, letting the power of the dark side fuel him where the point he gave in completely. And as it felt like only an eternity past it was only moments as Kyrel finally gained the upper hand. Attempting to catch the saber into a blade lock once more, where if he had succeeded he had used his raw strength to knock his saber out of the man's hands sending it flying across the bulkhead, the blade deactivating automatically.

And in that moment, the man didn't have a look of fear, he did not beg for his life. He had nothing more than a calm look on his face as Kyrel looked into his eyes. As it was once more filled with peace and purpose as Kyrel finally struck without hesitation, and in that moment it seemed that time had stood still, his blade humming as he moved to sever the man in half and in that moment all the man did was gaze at him, the same look that his Mother gave him in her final moments, Peace, Purpose and forgiveness, as the blade moved for the final blow.

Jaius Sovv · Dec 24, 2017

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

Observation Lounge

"To beautiful empires," Jaius raised his glass, effecting what passed for a sardonic grin underneath his dewflaps, "And the sons and daughters who give their lives in the hopes of peaceful tomorrows."

Perhaps it was cruel of him to jest so soon after such a serious exchange, but if there was one thing President Sovv had grown to understand about Natasi Fortan over the past few months was that she was a woman who appreciated scathing wit. Not always when it was aimed in her direction, as the elder statesman had learned to his dismay on a few occasions, but the two of them had spent enough time together that he believed she could tell when his barbs were toothless. Perhaps even when they were meant to deflect attention from something such as the Sullustan's own discomfort.

"I sometimes wonder if this galaxy is cursed," he sighed, smiling graciously despite the dark turn in subject matter as he accepted the Grand Moff's offered replacement beverage, "Cursed by geography, cursed by religion, cursed by ideologues like the two of us..." Jaius gave a wheezing chuckle at this, "...who knows, its possible your brother and my son met out there, on the field of battle. And yet I cannot help but imagine...if they had gotten the opportunity to get to know one another as you and I have, found some common ground, that they too might have become..."

Sovv trailed off, eyes drifting once more subconsciously to the viewport. Friends. He had about to say friends, and yet it was ludicrous to even imagine. Natasi leaned back in triumph, leaving the little alien to ponder over the most recent in a series of troubling moves she had made over the course of their game together, now closing in on an endgame. The latest had threatened his king. So engrossed in planning his defense, it took Jaius several moments to recall the question she had asked and compose a verbal response, as he peered at a board stacked frustratingly against him.

"I take it the Executioner is a ship of some tactical significance?" he asked at last, offering the Grand Moff another wry grin. There were so few occasions to gloat over a complete ignorance of actionable First Order intelligence, "Even though I suspect you already know as much, you should never trust your intelligence service. Plotters, the lot of them. As to your question, I can only say that I hope not."

His eyes narrowed at her shrewdly, only for a moment. Is that why he was here? Not to bear witness, some form of cruel punishment devised by Natasi's more capricious associates, but to serve as a hostage should worse come to worse? As she rose from her seat once more to leave him pondering, both on his next move and her motives, for he hoped that he had read her wrong. It was so easy to forget that this was a woman who was willing to go to unimaginable lengths to achieve her own ends, and yet there were moments, little moments...where he could not help but wonder how much of the Natasi Fortan he had come to know was a facade for his benefit.

Her voice startled him on slightly, as she offered to close the viewport she was now standing by. So his distraction had been as obvious as he had feared. Jaius stared at her, and then out the viewport for a long time, before speaking.

"No, leave it."

Returning his full attention to the board in front of him, the Sullustan knew his attempts to act naturally were hollow, but one thing that was impossible for him to forget was the true context of their current relationship. Not as equals, but as prisoner and warden, and there was only so much vulnerability he was willing to admit to in her presence. If he spoke honestly with her about his fears for the Alliance, was he a broken man confessing all his sins to his captor, or simply confiding his troubles in a friend? It was impossible to tell anymore, and that was dangerous.

It was impossible to beat her, he now knew. Perhaps not in this new war, but certainly in chess. But as he examined his options, he quirked his brow when he realized that it just might be possible to draw her into a stalemate, so long as the Force was on his side. But the Grand Moff was a woman who played to win, perhaps a strategy with altogether different aims might succeed in momentarily confounding her. All he needed to do was draw her into an infinite loop of evasive moves.

A shuddering throughout the Concordia rocked the board, shaking the pieces several inches from their established positions. President Sovv wasn't much of a sailor, but that was no near miss. Something had struck the Grand Moff's flagship directly.

"Forgive me, our situation is most unique," Jaius said calmly through the aftershocks, sipping his cocktail with a raised brow while he began resetting the board, "Would it be impolite to cheer?"

As he moved scattered pieces back into their original positions, the Sullustan deftly swapped one of his few remaining pawns for one of the two bishop Natasi had taken throughout their game.

Connor Harrison · Dec 24, 2017

Location: The 'Excubitor'.
Primary Objective(s): Assassinate Admiral [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Allies: The First Order | [member="Emilia Ravel"] | [member="Xenro"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"]
Enemies: [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | The Galactic Alliance

Another Jedi emerged from the sides of the bridge corridor. Two on one. He'd survived worse odds by far. Connor looked to the male, and then back to the Togruta.

"You ask so many questions in your comments, not one word comes across as somebody who is self-assured of the path they are on."

He turned his attention to the male, side-stepping closer.

"And you? Fool. You see, my child, a Jedi who assumes he knows my path and my purpose? The First Order does not control my path - the Dark Side does! I answer to no Master or no Lord, and that is why the Jedi betrayed me in the end, and while they will betray you!"

Connor's face went cold, and he pushed out with his good arm, hand splayed, so catapult a burst of Force Lightning towards the brave Jedi coming to the Togruta's aid.

"The narrow-minded view of the Jedi will end!"

Zark San Tekka · Dec 24, 2017

Location: Hex L-49
Objective: Apparitions
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: First Order
In Proximity: [member="Kyrel Ren"] (engaging) | [member="Varas Kyrel"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Ghorumgash Khazund-Veranum"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Krayn Ren"]
Equipment: In Signature
Author's Note: This post is solely the continuation of a character duel. Fleet actions will be reserved until the following post once more First Order writers have been given a chance to respond.

Turbolift Access
Itsukusk Command Deck

It only took Zark a few seconds to understand he had no hope of matching [member="Kyrel Ren"] in saber combat. The Jedi Master had never been much of a duelist, and he was far too exhausted from the day's battle meditation to overcome the Ren's mental defenses. A burst of new power from his pulsing saber core was the only thing keeping him on his feet, and some much needed energy transferred through his still active connection to [member="Taeli Raaf"] allowed him to keep up with his opponent's impossible fast and aggressive paces, but only for a short time.

His Niman form was no match for the other's infusion of styles obviously aimed at enhancing an already more talented lightsaber duelist's abilities. But the Jedi Master was not fighting to win, only to buy time. No matter the outcome, his fate had already been sealed the moment they activated the supercarrier's auto-destruct. Slipping into a combat trance, the gifted tactician in him was able to anticipate the Ren's next moves, frustrating even further an opponent already snarling in the face of his own sanguine expression.

But eventually his luck ran out, and the Jedi was backed into a position where to evade the next strike, he would have to surrender his position defending the main bridge's blast doors. So instead, he stepped into the blow. As the crimson blade pierced his chest, his saber core pulsed once more, and even though the strike was most certainly a fatal one Zark did not feel it. Opening his eyes, they burned an even brighter orange, like molten slag. He grabbed the Ren's exposed saber arm, and shoved him bodily back with the Force.

Bellowing in rage, the dark knight charged at him again, bashing a meager attempt at deflection out of the way and piercing his chest a second time. Again, the Jedi grabbed his foe as if unfazed and shoved him back. This time, the Ren succeeded in knocking his lightsaber out of his hand. He glanced down at the two holes in him, and then back up at Kyrel.

"You cannot defeat me," Zark said, his voiced unchanged as though he had not been wounded at all, "You can only set me free."

Auto destruct sequence activated. Five minutes to reactor overload.

"And now we are both out of time," the Jedi continued, dimly aware in the back of his mind that he was in agony, "The Resistance is born today. The Light will never go out."

Before he had even finished, his enemy was charging. So this was it, then. He would just have to hope now that he had given the Supreme Commander long enough. The Jedi Master closed his eyes as the saber passed through him, and an empty uniform sank to the deck floor with an audible thud as its phrik vambraces struck durasteel. Where once there had been Vice Admiral Zark, only his belongings remained. And yet Kyrel could not help but feel the unsettling sensation that his victim's Force presence was not entirely gone.

I forgive you, a voice that was not his own echoed in the Ren's mind, But I will not forget.

We will speak again.

Robogeber · Dec 24, 2017

Carlyle watched with tentative confusion as the Red Veil began to move closer to his fleet. The senior officer glowered at the vessel, "That Mon-Calamari vessel," He coldly began, voice stern, yet strained. As if the droid was holding back some emotion there, "Commander Asturo, target that Mon Calamari vessel." he commanded, "It has moved too close for my linking."

"Admiral," The Signals Officer called out, "Sir. we're being hailed by it." Rausgeber's holographic features twisted in some confusion at the report. Was this an attempt to surrender perhaps? The vessels escort fleet had been badly damaged by the efforts of Commander Asturo and his own vessels. The droid nodded his head, a non-verbal sign for the lieutenant to proceed.

"This is Major Shepard, Code: Lockbox Stuck in an Elevator. Task Force Crimson is in control of the Red Veil. Advise friendlies not to fire upon us. Out."
The code immediately registered with Rausgeber, along with the name Shepard. Only Supreme Commander Graush used that code, and designation. For what was but a second, the droids mind wandered, reflecting on how an eccentric such as Major Shepard somehow managed to find herself in command of an Alliance command vessel. The contorted face of confusion morphed into a bemused smirk. "Belay that order Commander Asturo." He commanded over comms, "Continue on present course of action." He drily replied. Who knew what data and intelligence could be gleaned from such a capture.

"Admiral, we have enemy vessels pulled out of lightspeed sir." The Sensor Officer barked, "Sir, they're Alliance vessels, another war fleet bearing down upon us." The Fleet Admiral's joy was sapped away in a mere instance. The officer snarled at the prospect of yet another fleet internally. The still dominant personality taken from the Admiral's mind glowered with contempt. "They're closing in on us."

"More men to the slaughter." The Fleet Admiral snapped, "The Alliance's forces are already close to breaking." Carlyle barked, "They can not, and will not break us." He raised his fist, defiantly, a show of the raw emotion which still stirred within his circuitry. "They will throw a million ships, and we will not waver, what is another thousand more?" His voice reverberated around the deck, "Continue with the operation." He snapped, "There will be no more delays. The Alliance. Thuku. They all end today."

A mighty cheer erupted across the bridge of the Reprisal, its crew, now capitalising on the battle meditation offered by the Knights of Ren, and simultaneously, the speech. Blasts continued to rock across Therapy Command, as the Sixth Fleet quickly dispatched yet another Alliance vessel. Rausgeber settled, amused, as the incompetent Twi'lek now scrambled to defend her vessels. It was like a predator toying with his prey. A sadistic, primal surge of electrons ruptured through Rausgeber's body, as he watched the desolation and destruction with sick fascination and amusement.

"Fleet Admiral," The Sensor Officer began, "Admiral, we're reading craft deploying from the Itsukusk." The officer reported. Rausgeber's attention turned to the younger officer. The young lieutenant came face to face, with an expression of contempt. The Fleet Admiral having been robbed of his entertainment.

"Fighters?" Rausgeber inquired, "Surely a second stage fighter wave at this point, is too late to turn the course of battle." He said. The Alliance's fleet was in dire straits. Captain Morro and her fleet had expertly whittled down the Alliance's fleet, something which the Fleet Admiral took quite some pride in. He had trained her well, and tempered her skills into becoming a weapon to be truly feared.

"Negative." The Sensor Officer replied, "They're launching auxiliary craft and transports. They're -" The officer paused, squinting at his terminal briefly. Rausgeber stood almost to attention, anticipating this new information. The projection of his long dead face, locked with the gaze of the lieutenant, whose body stiffened. "Escape pods. We have escape pods being deployed."

The Fleet Admiral pondered this, what did it mean? "Could it be a suicide attack?" The Gunnery Officer asked, "I wouldn't put it past them to try and swarm the station with a mass wave of cargo equipment." The officer offered.

"You can carry a lot of fuel in some of those hangar craft." The Signals Officer added to the discussion, "And they probably carry more shield capacity than those fighters." The officer paused, "Harder to destroy, and carry more firepower."

The Sensor Officer shook his head, "No, no, we're getting life readings." The officer replied, "It looks to be a standard protocol evac." The officer reported, "Just on a scale we haven't seen before." He squinted again at the panel, "But the Itsukusk, it's still moving sir. It's shields are intact, but they're-"

That was when it clicked for Carlyle. This wasn't an evacuation. This was a final gambit. Supreme Commander Ven's final attempt to break the blockade. Rausgeber's circuits began to buzz with excitement and fear. This, this legacy for Ven could not stand. Too much was at stake. Carlyle's pride, his career. "Ven, you fool." He growled, "All vessels," Carlyle barked into their joint comms channels, "Destroy the Itsukusk!" he commanded, "The Alliance aren't able to win a conventional battle, so they're going to trade the Itsukusk for Station Tiraxis."

"All commands! Rally all bombers, and disable its engines!" He roared. Knowing the design as basically as he did, he imagined Ven, should he fail to destroy Tiraxis, would detonate his vessel. And given it's structural integrity, and patchwork design, it would shatter like a massive fragmentation grenade. One with the potential to decimate the fleet, "Position yourselves away from the vessel, but maintain fire!" He barked, "Do not let it hit that station!"

Already however, contingencies had to be put in place. Rausgeber knew that the task ahead of them was nigh insurmountable. That the likelihood of Ven's prideful sacrifice would succeed. "Commander Sloane and Commander Asturo, activate your interdiction fields." He commanded, in a quieter voice, as to not disturb the crew who now scrambled to reassert the Sixth Fleet's dominance. To secure Supreme Leader's victory. "We must prepare ourselves for the eventuality that we may lose the station." He informed them, "But we must not allow the blockade to pass." The Fleet Admiral then turned his attention to the FIV Executioner, it had sat in the rear of the fleet, battle damaged, alongside its sister the Concordia, "Captain Cadvan," Rausgeber began, "Deploy gravity mines, as many as possible, as quickly as possible." The officer ordered. "Captain Carrack, commence fire on Itsukusk."

"Make their sacrifice lie in vain."

First Order Sixth Fleet, Battlegroup Imperator, Imperator Command

Name: FIV Reprisal
Vessel Class: Supremacy-Class Star Destroyer
Shields: 600| 1600
Hull: 1600 | 1600
Attacking: ANS Itsukusk

Name: FIV Conqueror
Vessel Class: Vanquisher-Class Star Destroyer
Shields: 0| 1600
Hull: 1100 | 1600
Attacking: ANS Itsukusk

Name: FIV Bombard
Vessel Class: Mandator-Class Artillery Cruiser
Shields: 730| 1000
Hull: 850| 1000
Attacking: ANS Itsukusk

Name: FIV Devstator
Vessel Class: Mandator-Class Artillery Cruiser
Shields: 0| 1000
Hull: 100| 1000
Attacking: ANS Itsukusk

Name: FIV Chase
Vessel Class: Fortan-ii Class Corvette
Shields: 200 | 200
Hull: 200 | 200
Attacking: ANS Itsukusk

Name: FIV Lion
Vessel Class: Fortan-ii Class Corvette
Shields: 200 | 200
Hull: 200 | 200
Attacking: ANS Itsukusk

Name: FIV Cavalier
Vessel Class: Fortan-ii Class Corvette
Shields: 200 | 200
Hull: 200 | 200
Attacking: ANS Itsukusk

Name: FIV Raider
Vessel Class: Fortan-ii Class Corvette
Shields: 200 | 200
Hull: 200 | 200
Attacking: ANS Itsukusk

Name: FIV Skipper
Vessel Class: Locust-Class Torpedo Frigate
Shields: 0| 386
Hull: 90 | 386
Attacking: ANS Itsukusk

Name: FIV Fortuna
Vessel Class: Locust-Class Torpedo Frigate
Shields: 200 | 386
Hull: 240 | 386
Attacking: ANS Itsukusk

Name: FIV Enforcer
Vessel Class: Locust-Class Torpedo Frigate
Shields: 0| 386
Hull: 300 | 386
Attacking: ANS Itsukusk

Name: FIV Firestorm
Vessel Class: Dagger-Class Escort Frigate
Shields: 0| 244
Hull: 120| 244
Attacking: Fighter Screening

Name: FIV Inflictor
Vessel Class: Dagger-Class Escort Frigate
Shields: 130| 244
Hull:190 | 244
Attacking: Fighter Screening

Name: FIV Restoration
Vessel Class: Dagger-Class Escort Frigate
Shields:0 | 244
Hull:140 | 244
Attacking: Fighter Screening

Name: FIV Interception
Vessel Class: Mukhitar-Class Corvette
Shields: 0| 171
Hull:62 | 171
Attacking: Fighter Screening

~~Name: FIV Fury~~
~~Vessel Class: Mukhitar-Class Corvette~~
~~Shields:0| 171~~
~~Hull:0 | 171~~
~~Attacking: Fighter Screening~~

Name: FIV Lancer
Vessel Class: Mukhitar-Class Corvette
Shields:171 | 171
Hull:171 | 171
Attacking: Fighter Screening

Name: FIV Gavel
Vessel Class: Mukhitar-Class Corvette
Shields:171 | 171
Hull:171 | 171
Attacking: Fighter Screening

Name: FIV Roar
Vessel Class:Halberd-Class Frigate
Shields: 0| 380
Hull:140 | 380
Attacking: ANS Itsukusk

Name: FIV Torment
Vessel Class: Halberd-Class Frigate
Shields: 380 | 380
Hull:380 | 380
Attacking: ANS Itsukusk

Name: FIV Crusade
Vessel Class: Halberd-Class Frigate
Shields: 190| 380
Hull:380 | 380
Attacking: ANS Itsurusk

Name: FIV Vengence
Vessel Class: Boneshatter-Class Cruiser
Shields: 380 | 380
Hull:380 | 380
Attacking: ANS Itsukusk.

Name: FIV Trepid
Vessel Class: Charger-Class Corvette
Shields:0| 160
Hull:40 | 160
Attacking: ANS Itsukusk

~~Name: FIV Brigand~~
~~Vessel Class: Charger-Class Corvette~~
~~Shields:0| 160~~
~~Hull:0 | 160~~
~~Attacking:ANS Itsukusk~~

Name: FIV Guardian
Vessel Class:Charger-Class Corvette
Shields: 80| 160
Hull:50 | 160
Attacking: ANS Itsukusk

Name: FIV Aggressor
Vessel Class: Charger-Class Corvette
Shields:70| 160
Hull:88 | 160
Attacking: ANS Itsukusk

Name: FIV Pursuit
Vessel Class: Charger-Class Corvette
Shields:30 | 160
Hull:50| 160
Attacking: ANS Itsukusk

Name: FIV Bespin’s Pride
Vessel Class: Charger-Class Corvette
Shields:30 | 160
Hull:90 | 160
Attacking: ANS Itsukusk

10x TIE Reign Bomber squadrons attack the Itsukusk's engines.

Xiomar Ren · Dec 24, 2017

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

Faction: First Order \\ Status: Reinforce Sieger Ren and Engineering

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

Relevant NPCs: Omega-Four-Five-Nine

No sooner had the door opened, the Jedi stepped in and their exit bar behind them had they begun to leap into action. It was a strange sensation for one such as she, dedicated but lacking in practical knowledge. What she knew, what she believed was obvious, about the Jedi was now given form to match it's ideal. Who were they to question the Supreme Leader? Who were they to enter his private bridge with the intent of assaulting him at the pinnacle of his strategic infliction upon them? They were questions among the hundreds she could have asked herself as she watched the Jedi poise themselves for combat, standing at the ready as if they were facing down yet another seamless victory. Only one thing rang consistent through her mind, however, and that was that they failed to intimidate.

In a blur of motion, a motion she would have missed were it not for the flow of darkness bolstering her from the Supreme Leader himself, she watched as one of the two Jedi leaped into action. She could feel a surge of rage as he passed her, leaving her standing aside as if her presence weren't noted. Was she so inconvenient to them that they sought to ignore her presence entirely? Were they foolish enough to think that striking down the Supreme Leader would be as easy as a single swooping assault in a flash of motion? Again with the questions, again with the urge to dissuade their invasion of her mental devices. Rather than focusing on them, allowing doubt to grip her, she focused on the rage that was swelling in her chest. Devotion, loyalty, rage and focus were all she needed.

She heard the second Jedi's saber activate, it's orange glow lighting up the part of the bridge he was standing on as he stood his ground and watched the assault by his compatriot. Whether he was waiting for an opening, seeking an opportunity to aid his compatriot or simply hoping to reinforce him from a distance it didn't matter. Glancing towards the Jedi and his attack on the Supreme Leader chill ran down the woman's spine that ushered her into motion. She dared not interfere, despite the urge to intercept the blade, for she knew in the deepest recesses of her mind that Sieger had a plan. She would only succeed in interfering.

Instead, turning her head to glance at the Jedi who'd stayed in place, she gripped the hilt of her saber and ignited it. With a crackling eruption of energy the blade roared to life, the vents in the cross guard bursting to life seconds later, she spun the blade in a circle and moved herself to give breadth to Aryn and the Supreme Leader. Letting the darkness swell inside her, pour into every part of her body as her training demanded, the Ren lowered her saber to her side and spread her legs for leverage. Only then, as her posture was prepared and her focus solidified did she consider moving, to close the gap between her and the Jedi standing as if he knew not what to do.

Posturing herself in a partial crouch, saber crackling at her side as it spurted volatile energy against the polished bridge floor, she flexed the fingers of her free hand and waited with eyes fixed on him. Concentrating the Force into her limbs, letting it surge through her body as her gaze fixed on the jedi and his orange saber, she began to close the distance between them.

It was his move but she wanted him to know she was his opponent.

Decker Willo · Dec 24, 2017

Location: FIV Minotaur
Objective: None, has been captured
Allies: GA forces
Enemies: FO Forces (@Morro @Aurora)
Ships: Mynock Squadron
Mynock Rock

Decker did not like the cuffs one bit. They were rather uncomfortable. He was taken to a place to be interrogated, no doubt. And turns out, he was right in that assumption. He looked at the bin, then at the woman. "No chair?" he asked. "So much for...hospitality" he said as he limped over to the overturned bin. There he sat, and he took this chance to look at his leg. It was bleeding some more, and was not looking well. thankfully, the woman showed some hospitality by dressing the wound. Either out of kindness, or to keep him alive. Whichever the case, he resisted the urge to kick at their face and make a run for it. The shrapnel was the worst part of it, stinging like he couldn't believe.

"I wasn't trained to cooperate" he rebutted, lifting his head to meet her gaze when she glanced up. "But, what else can I do..." What else could he do, instead answer questions to stay alive? He doubted that he would get out of this anytime soon, but he had hopes that sometime, someone would come. He held onto that hope.

He froze up however when she asked of his squadron's docking ship. How did she know of it? "Mynock Rock, a corvette. Not much else to say about it really." He hoped that his squadron had gotten to the corvette, and that they would get out of there as quickly as possible. "Don't know much else. You know I'm rather new in the Alliance, right?" he asked, cocking a brow. That wasn't entirely true, he was new in the fact that he had not been on many operations, and still had many things to learn.

Vlannem Pox · Dec 24, 2017

Allies: [member="FN-6767"]
Enemies: [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Objective: Don't die.

Vlannem listened to the bland information provided by the stormtrooper, and nodded his head politely, providing some feedback to her bland technological murmurings. "Yeah, yeah." The TIE pilot responded, as he began to unscrew the caps on the missiles. "I'll be able to carry three of 'em." Pox informed his partner, "One proton. One concussion, and an ion warhead." He said, "Should be the type of stuff that'll be able to blow up anything we want." He paused, and reached down, flicking to the next track.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=La4Dcd1aUcE

"Aww kark yeah!" He smirked from behind his helm, "Ninety Nine Loveballoons by Anen," He let out a chuckle as he unscrewed the cap to the ion torpedo, and reached down to his utility belt strapping it on. "This song, I kissed the hottest woman ever to this one." He stood tall now, with his music tape, and three awkward looking cones hanging from his mid-section. "Best damn night of my life." He looked at the trooper, "Alright then boss, lead the way and we'll see what we can do to this motherkarker." He raised his rifle in the air, and let out a mighty whoop.

As he moved towards the hangar exit, Vlannem heard a sound all too familiar to TIE pilots. That of a hangar decompressurising. Instantaneously, a fresh reserve of adrenaline hit him. "Grab onto something!" He yelled, sprinting to a fuel cell, which had been dutifully attached to the ground. As Vlannem attempted to reach for the cell itself, the transluscent bubble which protected them, disappeared, returning to the cold void of space. Immediately, massive hulks of equipment were hauled out. Ammunition crates, maintainence tools, the hulking wreck of Vlannem's TIE fighter and the bodies of dispatched marines, all ejected into space.

Vlannem felt himself being pulled, the three bombs he attached to himself, now dragging him. The lieutenant now struggled to hold onto the fuel hose, his grip slowly slipping. "Kark!" He screamed into the void, as he slipped further and further down. His knuckles went pale, as he continued fighting every inch of hose forcing him to go down. The TIE pilot reached down with one hand, slipping further, and further down, until his hands pressed against the fuel cell hoses nozzle.

He pressed down on his belt, releasing the ion warhead. . Vlannem felt the release, and the pressure upon his body clear up somewhat. However, his eyes turned back to see the warhead caught on something. Pox tried to focus and steel his gaze. It took some time, but the soldier's mouth opened agape. A maintenance panel. "Stormie!" Vlannem screamed into the shrieking void, "See, if you can hit that warhead, down near the door!" He commanded. "See if we can short out the door or somethin'!"

Asaraa Vaashe · Dec 24, 2017

Location: Hex 1-49: Outside the bridge to the Excubitor.

Allies: GA | SJO and Allies
Enemies: FO and Allies

Nearby: [member="Jairdain"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member='Yuroic Xeraic']

Engaging: [member="Connor Harrison"]

The smell of ozone stuck Asaraa’s nostrils, her face wrinkling up as the lightning arced off Connor’s hands, writhing like snakes through the air at Yuroic.

The Padawan brought her blade up, the thrum of the blue blade filling the corridor as the lightsaber illuminated her face, casting her red skin with a purple hue as she shook her head. “I’m not sure of my path,” she admitted softly, “I’m not sure if I can even be forgiven, or forgive myself for my past. But if I knew all the answers I’d be a master already, beyond a master. Everyone is looking for an answer, the path that they want to follow, I’m just trying to find mine now.”

The girl angled her lightsaber across her body, falling back into a defensive posture, not yet willing to throw herself forward at the standing across from her.

“If you have no fealty to the First Order why are you even here, this fight,” she gestured outside the window, “It’s meaningless to the Jedi, there are barely any here. This is all about the ambition of the First Order and you’re here, doing their bidding on the flagship of their enemy. If you want to end the narrow-minded view of the Jedi then show us, show us a better path to follow where people don’t have to get hurt, you don’t need to do this.” There was a note of appeal in Asaraa’s voice as her blue eyes peered past the blade of her lightsaber at Connor, a sliver of hope that they could end this without bloodshed, that he still had a mote of the light somewhere inside him.

WelshPsych · Dec 24, 2017

Location: On a ship
Objective: Portecting Asaraa and Jairdain
Allies: GA and [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] and [member="Jairdain"]
Enemies: FO and allies, [member="Connor Harrison"]

Yuroic lifted his saber and allowed it to absorb the lightning best it could. He breathed out slowly and focused on Connor. When the crackling of lightning stopped, Yuroic lowered his blade once more. He wasn't ready to enter combat, not yet. While this Dark Sider had attacked, it wasn't prolonged or combat based. "Then leave. Abandon the First Order if you do not take orders from them. The Dark Side cannot sustain you friend. No being can live in darkness forever." Yuroic moved closer to Asaraa.

"Jedi won't betray me. And I won't betray them. There is a need for balance, you haven't found that yet but you still can. Turn away from the First Order, from this attack. Prove to us that you are your own person. We want to help, not fight." Yuroic stated, his lightsaber lowered but still humming, ready to defend if the need arose.

Glancing at Asaraa, he gave her a short nod. It was her chance to convince this man to leave this battle, this war.

Armand Temi · Dec 24, 2017

Location: The Istukusk Bridge
Allies: [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Krayn Ren"]
Engaging/Retreating from: [member="Ghorumgash Khazund-Veranum"]
Equipment: In Signature
Objective: Fight the inner conflict

As Kyrel could sense Varas’s physical pain and distress, she conversely would detect his intense disappointment in her. As much as she sought his love, his attention, even a single word from him sometimes - he could go for weeks without speaking to her despite the pair residing in the same Mustafar estate - he was incredibly hard pressed to give it away.

In fact, he gave her nothing but contempt and reproach.

Among the heavy silence in the turbolift, Varas nearly suffocated from her father’s quiet condemnation and breathed a sigh of relief when the doors hissed open.

But instead of matching Kyrel’s conviction, she stood transfixed by the Jedi Master’s presence. The clone had never been in the vicinity of a creature so strong with the light-side of the Force, though she could tell the man was weakened somehow and appeared to give off little resistance at first.

Keenly aware of the purity and peace from where the Jedi stood in his combat trance, she let those foreign and exotic sensations flow over her for a brief moment.

And it felt like something. Finally. Something meaningful. Acceptance. Harmony. Life. Love.

When Varas should have been assisting her father, igniting her blade and defending him to the death, she faltered, the saber dropping from her hand.

As Kyrel charged, the brunette Disciple, resembling her father physically yet the antithesis of him in many ways, screamed out, “Nooooo!!!” There was no reason to kill the Jedi as though he were an animal to be butchered. Couldn’t they just have captured him? Though a bit older, the man was close to Kyrel’s strength in the Force, but happened to be on a different side of this confusing war. Maybe he even had a daughter too.

She could hear her father’s voice in her head as she crumpled to her own knees from pain and even despair, tears welling up in her silvery-green eyes: “You are weak and worthless, Varas. When called to the most crucial point in the battle you fail me again.”

::Auto destruct sequence activated. Five minutes to reactor overload::

Her face scrunched up, almost beastly with rage. “You engineered me in a lab to be a fighter. But I’m not, father. I’m not a monster like you. I'm not a creation made to murder and execute."

"I’m human.”

Terrified of igniting the blade which sat by her knees, but also afraid of dying in the upcoming explosion, she finally called Kyrel Ren’s old lightsaber into her hand and slowly climbed to her feet. There had been a conflict building in her for some time and now...

Snap-hiss.

He would not know whether she planned to use it on him or upon herself.

Zef Halo · Dec 24, 2017

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

With the rescuing team eliminated, Therran finally had the window to recuperate. His connection to the ethereal eased leaving him panting and groaning occasionally underneath his breath. This whole encounter had been tiring, very, very tiring.

Helmet turned to give a glance at the Major. She had used the opportunity of chaos to literally snatch the ship from Alliance lines and into the First Order's side of the battle. Despite his arrogance, Therran was impressed. Nonetheless, she had to impress. She served as a highly ranked officer within the ranks of the FOSB.

Anything less and she'd be considered worthless of her position.

His head moved back to face the dramatic dialogue between two obviously past lovers. Deep inside, Therran snickered. Such a golden piece of information this was and an opportunity at that.

The Empress of Teta. In their hands. Her flagship. In their grasp.

Before he turned to head to where the Major was steering the ship and gathering valuable data, the Tetan Empress would feel a cold but sharp intrusion within her mind.

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Sal Katarn · Dec 24, 2017

Raph lay on the floor, cybernetics going haywire, body spasming. Helpless. Then one of the Ren dropped an entire bridge console on his head. Thule felt immense pain, then a sense of... nothingness. He opened his eyes and saw Naboo's white shores. The dome of his family's house peaked up just over a grassy knoll. He smiled.

"Home."

Life left the soldier's eyes and he breathed his last.

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZJIani9r7A

000 · Dec 24, 2017

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

Allies: GA, SJO, Mandalorians

Enemies: FO and Allies

Main Objective: Defend and protect Jairdain

Side Quest: Seize control of the ship engineering deck

Company of Beserkers (100 total with 50 each)
Company L1 Marnius Droids (50 total with 25 each )

Armour wise, all organic security forces are wearing Sasori Guard Armour

[member="Sefain Gatholil"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"]

It then seemed with barely any words spoke out load the two then set off to work. With one set off to secure the engineering deck from both external as well internal threats. While the other off to secure the lone passageway in and out of there from any enemy attacks

Ara Zambrano · Dec 24, 2017

Hex L-49 \\ FIV Executioner \\ Resurgent-class Star Destroyer
Faction: First Order \\ Enemy: Galactic Alliance \\ Status: Take them Alive
Enemies in Immediate Vicinity: [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Halron Corr"]
Enemies Incoming: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Aryn Spar"] | [member="Adora Namadi"] | [member="Baiko no Kaho"] | [member="Listralli Namadi"] | [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Dorn Skirata"] | [member="Davon Karr"] | [member="Dagon Namadi"] | [member="Karsan Calnov"]
Allies In Vicinity: [member="Sieger Ren"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Elensa Jari"] | [member="Xiomar Ren"]
Equipment: Ba’Olin (Aura suppression only, see OOC note) \\ Lightwhip \\ Armour

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dSfKSUd31MM[/youtube]

The name that crossed his lips, her name, brought a satisfied smile to hers, the dulcet tones laced with recognition and something darker, a sadness that ran bone deep. Failure. The link between them died before she could think to twist the regret burning within to her cause, the biting emotion an intimately familiar one, and as easily manipulated as it was to call forth.

Yet it was he who rained hell down upon the hangar of the Executioner.

The piercing scream of death tore through the very fabric of the Force around her, the blinding azure and emerald of ion and plasma roaring through the hangar bay, swallowing all in their path, tongues of flame licking at the skeletal remains of ships and soldiers alike. Electricity swarmed along every surface it touched, blindingly white arcs lacing the air from consoles and gear, the shrieking of hay-wiring electronic systems piercing her eardrums, until she feared they’d bleed. Blast doors slammed shut, defensive systems coming to life even as comm units and shields flickered against the barrage, the chaos within now confined to the hangar itself. Amongst the raging of the electrical storm, she stood fast, little for the Master to fear, protected as she was by the gilded armour nestled beneath folds of cloth. No, what set her blood racing, mind howling, the Force screaming out a warning in her mind was the second volley, even as defensive turrets descended from the ceiling, locked onto the hull of the ship, their own weapons firing upon the corvette.

Fire followed the lightning.

A shimmering, incandescent field of power flared to life around her, instinct and desperation drawing power from her core as the plasma cannons ravaged the deck. Fueled by her own natural ability and augmented as it was by the combined might of [member="Sieger Ren"] and [member="Samka Derith"] , the protective bubble spread, encompassing those Troopers lucky enough to be within meters of the Arch-Queen. Impassive eyes watched from behind tempered glass as death swept across the deck, some mercifully quick, others dragged out as they were by half molten armour, now burning through layers of skin and bone with an agony that echoed in her bones. Fear and pain coalesced around her, the emotions riding the darkness flowing through the Ren, each death heightening her senses, until every fiber of her being felt electrified by the raw emotion of fear of the dying….and her own.

Death stared at her from the abyss, the Zambrano stared back.

The icy tendrils of anxiety wrapped around her throat and gut, breath and thought stolen save one, survival.

:: And yet, your death will not buy them life. ::

With a curl of her fingers, an invisible hand attempted to wrap around Dr. Bantam, his chest trapped in her embrace. Pressure applied as her barrier fell, power pulled to a new purpose, Crimson eyes locked on the torso in her grip. Unopposed, ribs that once were cracked, would now break, a crushing force applied enough to send the man to knees, but still short of that which would kill.

Your death buys them nothing.

My death buys them nothing.

But…a life is owed. One final chance, Bryce, a debt repaid. Yield. Yield to me.

A step forward taken, eyes locked on the figure before her, even as the remaining troopers valiantly set about to finish the mission they were tasked with, somehow blind to the carnage around them. Connection burned between the Masters again, Ara’s soft voice smooth and steadfast, even against the rapid staccato of a heart that sought to fight its way from her chest.

Kneel. Surrender, and I will ensure they live. All of them.

Lips curled up in a malicious smile as an image followed swiftly behind the words, imposed on his mind by her own. Impression of a twisted form cast in shadow, lost to unconsciousness, but still breathing, trapped in a cage of steal and bronze. Crimson orbs burned into Bryce’s through the opaque visors they both wore, the burning gaze tunneling into his mind, searching his thoughts.

You once offered me balance and power. Now I offer the same. I give you the power to save them, even those you did not know needed it. Even yourself. One last chance.

[member="Leo Vandermolen"] ‘s life hung on his decision. His crew’s life hung on his decision. Her life hung on his decision. Duty overridden by terror, they stood on a precipice, the starboard shields of the Executioner flickering in the peripherals of her vision, mangled remains of ships and soldiers scattered around them, an aurora borealis of reds, greens, and blues filling the air.

Submit, and they would live. Refuse, and there would be no hesitation.

Elensa Jari · Dec 24, 2017

Location | Onboard the FIV Executioner, Hex L-49, Engineering Section

Faction | First Order, acting against the Galactic Alliance

Engaging | [member="Silas Mantis"]

Engineering Section

A nanosecond of elation existed as she saw her own weapon cleave through that of her enemy, his projectile armanents neutralised and no longer a threat to her, or those that stood with her. It was a typical thing to see men so armed - many of them felt superior to their prey, being able to kill at a distance, seeking quantity over quality of their kills, that they might stand and say "Behold those who have fallen at my hand!". Typical male brutality, that, to murder from afar those they deal with up-close. If you cannot see the life fading from a person's eyes as you took it from them, what value in the kill? It was a simple rule, to her mind: one had to personally participate in the kill, let the pain of it wash over you, recognise that the being you had snuffed out once had hopes, dreams, aspirations, passions. If we can look upon death dispassionately, we have lost what it means to live.

Now she'd given him no choice but to look into her eyes, and see his death written upon them. That was just as it should be - the civilised means by which two people might do that which was far less civilised. Perhaps he might prove her end, or meet his end at her hands, but either way, the other would feel life fade and know that they had done something momentous, shocking, unforgiveable. In bringing forth death are we truly alive. The Sith had always held that truism foremost in their thoughts, and she did the same now.

As the two pieces of his weapon clattered to the ground, sundered by a purple blade of glowing energy, the Mandalorian drew new ones, smaller, far more personal, designed for slower and more painful death, but one that could be experienced. Quick death is to be cheated of that one last hedonistic pleasure, she reflected, feeling as though she were watching the world in slow-motion, as curved knife and small axe came to armoured hands, ready to sunder her life from her, if she allowed it. With such, Elensa couldn't imagine that she'd meet a speedy fate - far more likely she'd bleed out on the deck plate, life's blood pumping from her veins until finally the heart might offer no more. And so the struggles of death mirror those of life. It felt poetic, in a way.

The axe came forward to sunder her grip upon the lightsaber pike. Held at such extension, she had but a tenuous grip upon it, and his attack wrenched it from her, pulled from slender fingers with violent force sufficient to leave a feeling of sudden heat across her palms, even through the textured softness of her gloves. His other hand came forward in an attempt to sink a dagger into her side, to play upon the torn flesh that his shotgun had left her with. Clever, to play upon a person's weakness, but all too predictable for that. It was the sort of move she would have expected to find on the training mat, not in a lethal battle. But then one follows the rhythms of training as you would steps of a dance. It was ever quicker to make the obvious move, in hope of catching the opponent with speed.

A faint smile curved her lips as the young woman's legs suddenly dropped from beneath her, allowing the artificial gravity to pull her down to the floor, hands firm against the metal plate as she swung her legs into a sharp kick, intended to knock the Mandalorian from his. Where axe and dagger would strike, there was only air, her disarmament giving her free hands with which to make her move and balance firmly upon landing. With any luck, the Mando would find himself suddenly matching her on the floor, a tumble of armour and limbs.

Then we'll see just how much you want my life. They were only getting started now.

Cathul Thuku · Dec 24, 2017

Location: L-49
Allies: GA [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Zark"] [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Zanza Hijikata"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Dagon Namadi"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Liuna Ondizi"] [member="Jairdain"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Cassius Droma"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Kiyron"] [member="Aryn Spar"] [member="Roth Tilian"] [member="Baiko no Kaho"] [member="Davon Karr"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Adora Namadi"] [member="Listralli Namadi"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Eralam"] [member="Ronin Wendigo"] [member="Sefain Gatholil"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Ivlyn Mecetti"]
Enemies: FO [member="Sieger Ren"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Robogeber"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Sieger Ren"] [member="Morro"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Emilia Ravel"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Xenro"] [member="Connor Harrison"]
Directly engaging: [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Vlannem Pox"] [member="FN-6767"] [member="Robogeber"]
Objective: Breach the blockade
Gear: In signature

"The Itsukusk will be destroyed in five minutes, so we have that long until the enemy fires at us again!" the chief engineer reported, upon the Itsukusk's status.

"The First Order will pay for their gross underestimation of Therapy Command! While they are so busy trying to take down the Itsukusk, they are going to be fired at from whom they least expect it! We shall make the sacrifice of Zark, Nemo and the Itsukusk count for the freedoms of trade and travel of the galaxy! That said, make sure you properly lead the target so that we can actually fire at where the Grand Moff will be, and not where she were, and no projectile weapons to be fired at the Concordia!"

"We're being hailed"

"Patch it through"

Sor-Jan Xantha said:
"Hail the Galactic Alliance instead. Tell them... we're sorry we're late."

Cathul feels a little... disturbed to see her being ignored even prior to Nemo's gambit being initiated; not even the destruction of the Supreme Commander's old flagship, the Crimson Dawn, was enough to amount to a whole lot of enemy attention. But that was her chance or never to deal as much of a blow to the enemy as was possible when the enemy's attention was turned elsewhere. She thus giggled when the opportunity to strike presented itself. It used to be me absorbing all the hits, and the wingmen firing without interference. Now I'm the wingman firing without interference, she thought, while realizing that the Grand Moff and the captain of its ship seemed to consider the Incandescent Truth the greater threat between the Excubitor and the Incandescent Truth. And now everyone else among the First Order was firing at the Itsukusk while mining that stretch of the Hydian Way in an attempt to stop the flagship. Carrak was simply flying in that direction, not realizing that, with the ranging shot phase being over, it was time for the Excubitor gunners assigned to non-projectile weapons to properly lead the target prior to firing at the Concordia, while taking into account the turbolaser bolts' speeds, their own and the target's. No more than he could outrun the debris field he was flying through. The enemy ship will likely find its equipment on its starboard arc to be most uncooperative upon flying through the debris field, caused by misfiring projectiles, and also bits from many different ships torn off their respective hulls and superstructures in combat. Buzz droids would not be spared either, no more than the marines or the point-defense attempting to shoot the droids down. Using the point-defense to shoot down buzz droids may well work to shoot them down, but using point-defense to shoot down buzz droids also made the hardpoint next to the buzz droid liable to be damaged, or destroyed outright in some cases, given that many buzz droids were hard at work trying to cut barrels off hardpoints, with some of them attempting to cause fires in the missile magazines in hopes of causing them to detonate prematurely. Each bit of dust, each shard of metal in the debris field the Concordia was crossing was potentially wreaking havoc with the repair droids, marines, and also causing some viewports to crack, and also some hardpoints to have dust inserting into its bearings.

"Aft batteries, fire at the Skipper, all other HVCs, fire at the Reprisal!" Carmen ordered.

"Roger, roger" Amica acknowledged, again sounding like a B1 battle droid. "Opening fire on Reprisal using main batteries and Restoration using trench batteries"

It was time for the Sixth Fleet, too busy with taking down the Itsukusk, to pay the price for it ignoring Therapy Command, while, of course, all units were, this time around, leading their targets as was appropriate given their speed and the weapons' speeds, to ensure maximum accuracy. Here the ordnance being vented starboard traveled some distance, headed towards the area containing the Roar, the Firestorm, the Restoration as well as the remaining five Chargers. With the target-appropriate leads, the whole fleet fired at different targets, with much better targeting solutions for the Concordia affecting a total of over 1700 turbolasers' worth of fire, given that the enemy battlecruiser was closing in on the Incandescent Truth as well as herself, supported by [member="Ivlyn Mecetti"]'s barrage of fire, and [member="Aeshi Tillian"]'s sensor jamming, a slew of HVC fire targeting the Reprisal, 88mm, 380mm and 420mm, in addition to ion cannon fire from the Velga, while the Lujo and the Polis Massa kept up the pressure on the Conqueror, firing six 420mm HVC rounds as well as ion cannon fire, while being mindful of the lead. Meanwhile, with the increased precision afforded by leading the targets, 204 turbolaser shots and sixty 88mm projectiles were fired at the Skipper, 268 turbolaser shots at the Restoration, an extra 168 at the Firestorm, 100 at the Interception, 100 at the Bespin's Pride, and finally 84 energy torpedoes at the Devastator which, by virtue of their much higher muzzle velocities, 0.2c, required much less of a lead.

"Fire discord missiles as proximity fuses in Carlyle's direction: buzz droids will likely impact bombers, mines, as well as his own ships!"

"Roger, roger"

"We want five squadron of Chiloon-IIs dropping heavy energy bombs at each of the Chargers, and also ten squadrons of fighters engaging the remaining enemy bombers around the Itsukusk! Picket corvettes, open fire on the Devastator: if we destroy that ship, debris will buffet the Sixth Fleet's remaining ships!"

Now the remaining ten enemy bomber squadrons, as well as the rest of the Sixth Fleet, will find it much more difficult to attempt bombing the Itsukusk when they have ten squadrons of fighters on their tails. At the same time, each of the five enemy Chargers remaining had twelve heavy energy bombs dropped at them, for a total of sixty heavy energy bombs, which, individually, had the yield of two proton bombs apiece. And then, Robogeber will be the last one to actually be targeted by the auto-immune maneuver: firing a total of 640 discord missiles, inside MIRVs, in a much wider spread than in the last volley, using proximity fuses, will result in buzz droids deployed all over the place. Considering that most of the targets were outside the debris field, the real threats to those would be the point-defense. Mines, bombers, even his remaining ships, a wide variety of hardware is at risk of being hit by buzz droids. So she secretly hoped that Robogeber would use similar methods to its peers, methods that could lead the enemy to hurt itself somehow in an attempt to get rid of buzz droids, knowing that buzz droids would mostly be able to act on what's attached on a ship's hull and little else, maybe missile magazines or other shallow stuff.

Started attempting to cause fires inside the missile magazines using buzz droids [member="Sieger Ren"] [member="Dako Asturo"]
Used the Providences' ECCM to counter the sensor jamming and target painting
Used the Providences' ECM to jam enemy sensors
Continued slicing [member="Robogeber"]'s missile magazines in an attempt to provoke premature explosions (FIV Reprisal and FIV Conqueror)
Fired heavy weapons at the Conqueror and Reprisal[member="Robogeber"]
Fired short-range, rapid-fire batteries at the screening ships [member="Robogeber"]
Fired the Excubitor's non-projectile weapons at the Concordia [member="Natasi Fortan"]
Fired discord missiles under proximity fuses
Had 10 fighter squadrons attack the bombers deployed by [member="Robogeber"] around the Itsukusk
Had five Chiloon-II squadrons dropping heavy energy bombs on the remaining Chargers [member="Robogeber"]

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