Populate &nbsp; Batorine Ram | GA Populate of Batorine and Xa Fel

Jasper Kai'el · Mar 10, 2023

Xa Fel
Tags: Gillom Rone , Mago Leomax , Belsebeth Deyo

Dawnbreaker | Shield Core

Gillom Rone said:
“This one is with you?”

This was said as Padawan Mago finally arrived, no doubt with some assistance from Iota. A soft smile rested on his face as the boy made his way over to join them.

"He is," Jasper nodded. "One of our Padawan learners, Mago Leomax. He just got... a little sidetracked on the way to the planet's surface." His face shifted towards the young Miraluka. "Glad you could finally join us. I trust that there were no complications with your flight?"

He said this only slightly in a joking tone, of course. Jasper already had a good idea of hos his flight had gone. It wasn't long before the entry of two more capital ships above the planet shifted Jasper's focus.

Gillom Rone said:
“...Is this one with you?”

"I'm afraid I don't know a Executive of Security Belsebeth Deyo of the United Trade Conglomerate," the knight remarked with a frown. "They seem to be a neutral party... Iota, how well armed are those capital ships?"

<Only one appears to be armed, and only to the standard of the class. Nothing that the Dawnbreaker's defenses couldn't withstand long enough to call for reinforcements.>

"Keep an eye out for now," Jasper told the AI. "I don't trust this Trade Conglomerate enough for assume their 'limited assets' don't come with any strings attached. Inform them that they can proceed... but prepare for the worst. I don't want to risk anything else here."

Jasper sighed. Talk about a real wacky situation. It certainly seemed weird to wear a skull mask as you distributed aid, but who was he to judge. So long as they stayed in line, there was no real issue.

Now they could finally get to work.

"Right then," he continued, shifting their attention back to the present situation. "Where shall we begin?"

Corazona von Ascania · Mar 10, 2023

An uncomfortable feeling squirmed in Cora's stomach, as it always did when she was on the precipice of something dire. Valery and Kahlil seemed to have faith in their Padawans, enough to give them this important task to handle on their own.

She returned Kahlil's smile, albeit weakly and raised a thumb of her own. Maybe someday she would be strong enough to be as calm and assured as a Jedi Master.

"Will do. See you on the other side, Masters."

Like true expert Jedi, Valery and Kahlil split off to draw the attention of the cultists to themselves. This left Cora and Capris free to approach the appointed pair of buildings.

Pressed against the wall of an adjacent domicile, Cora squinted up at the closest target—tall with numerous windows, it almost looked like an apartment complex. A dismal one, but that was the closest comparison she had.

Fear radiated in the Force through duracrete bricks, little points of anguish in slightly different flavors that perhaps a more skilled Jedi could discern. There was no doubt that at least some of the sentients in the building were scared.

"I say we sweep them one by one, together. We don't exactly know what we're up against right now."

Cora craned her neck, looking over to Capris. The other Padawan seemed to prefer to keep to herself, but she was a level head in a storm. The blonde appreciated that.

"What do you think, Capris?"

Capris Halcyon

Minerva Fhirdiad · Mar 10, 2023

Objective 1, Batorine

Tag: August Freiherr Blavier

Joseph Torson

Aculia Voland

Inside the barracks of an Alliance warship, Minerva sat on a bench alongside most of her squad. Checking her rifle for the third time in a row, the Mandalorian then sat up and cleared her throat, to get everyone's attention. Once they all looked at her Minerva addressed them.

"I won't lie to you, we're going to face a great challenge up ahead. Unlike their former cultist allies the Final Dawn are more disciplined with solid tech and utterly ruthless. Don't hesitate to put them down and remember to watch each other's backs. Today we're earning our keep."

Several squad-mates nodded while simply going back to checking their weapons and gear. Gripping the rifle Minerva reflected on the moment. The Second Hyperspace War is over but a new conflict has already begun. Regardless of what people will call this one Minerva was prepared to do her part…

Lazlo Tching · Mar 10, 2023

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LOCATION: BATORINE
TEAM: NONE | SOLO
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO

AREA OF OPERATION: ABANDONED ENCAMPMENT
OPERATIVE STATUS: FUNCTIONAL - VITALS POSTITIVE
CONTACTS ON CURRENT RADIAL: POSITIVE CONTACT

DATA BASED ON CURRENT ASSIGNMENT:
MAWITE ANTICITIZEN DISTURBANCE​
SPLINTER GROUP(S) REPORTED TO BE ACTIVE, BUT LOW IN QUANTITY​
10-20 CONTAINS NON-LETHAL LIFE - PRIORITIZE RESCUE PROTOCOL​
AMPUTATE-ZERO-CONFIRM CULTISTS, SITH, MAWITE MALIGNANT(S)​
"WATCHER to Unit - 1/0T, codes 415, 505, 603, 148, 99 are active. Correct any counter-obeyance following the current activity. Confirm?"
"Unit - 1/0T to WATCHER, 10-4. Just got dropped off with a detachment performing rescue and clean up. Got wind that the Jedi are covering things as well, that information check out, WATCHER?"
"WATCHER to Unit - 1/0T, 10-4."
"Affirmative, beginning 10-0 for anything interesting."


He hadn't fought in anything major in a long time. Though it was an honorable discharge, Lazlo couldn't help but feel like he had let his people down. Let the Alliance down. His time as a soldier was about as rinse and repeat as the rest, nothing exceptional - nothing special about his duty and time given. He was simply that, a man that had seen the fires of razed planet surfaces - scorched bones settled into the very dirt as both mud and remains become charred to dark pitch.


Wonder and regret filled him, as he often let thoughts swim inside his skull so needlessly. During time away from the armed forces, Lazlo found himself adopting the work of a private contractor, and furthermore, investigation work that was aimed to benefit the people of the galaxy. It was recommended to him that he should keep away from anymore bodies, yet he didn't listen. This was his craft, his calling.


He'd rather live and die defying the odds, especially when those odds involved Mawites.


Lazlo stopped, engaging his primary weapon as he raised the reticle to eye level. He whispered calmly into his helmet. "Unit - 1/0T, activity noted. Pursuing."

"WATCHER to Unit - 1/0T, 10-4."

Rriss'aboumo'vrumi · Mar 11, 2023

Joseph Torson

Aculia Voland

Minerva Fhirdiad

108th Anaxsi Frontier Fleet

Battlegroup Kenobi

ANS Commonality	Starhawk III Class Battleship
ANS Nesar	Starhawk III Class Battleship
ANS Bubbo	Starhawk III Class Battleship
ANS Ibdun II	Liberator Class Star Defender
ANS Montorr II	Liberator Class Star Defender
ANS Kellin	Type 055C 'Liberator II'-class Cruiser
ANS Blotus	Type 055C 'Liberator II'-class Cruiser
ANS Polk Polk	Type 055C 'Liberator II'-class Cruiser
ANS Mollo	MC140C Scythe Class Main Battle Cruiser
ANS Greylock	MC140C Scythe Class Main Battle Cruiser
ANS Furlow II	Tri Scythe Class Frigate
ANS Selziro II	Tri Scythe Class Frigate
ANS Guose II	ShaShore Class Frigate
ANS Jumbo II	ShaShore Class Frigate
ANS Locket	Quasar Fire Class Bulk Cruiser
ANS Monsoon	Quasar Fire Class Bulk Cruiser
ANS Addle	Quasar Fire Class Bulk Cruiser
ANS Fiery	Quasar Fire Class Bulk Cruiser

The terrible conflict that was the Second Great Hyperspace War had officially ended on paper with the defeat of the Brotherhood of the Maw over Exegol at least to the Alliance High Command. But it was hardly the end of conflict within the region that for the most part still had maw remnants. While the Senate and the Populace rejoiced and reflected across Alliance Territory. The Battle hardened crew of the 108th Anaxsi Frontier Fleet understood perfectly well that defeating the Brotherhood truly meant crushing it's most powerful subfaction in the Final Dawn under the command of High Regent Marlon Sularen. The Dawn posed a direct threat to the alliance if they should be allowed to roam free without consequences.

The Frontier Fleet had engaged a considerable Final Dawn Fleet over Selvaris leading up to the Final Battle but had been forced to withdraw in the face of superior firepower and ship on ship durability. But they had been reinforced with additional vessels from the Alliance Reserves in order to liberate Batorine from Final Dawn Aligned Forces while most of the Jedi Led Relief Efforts were on Xa Fel. The Old Commodore stood on board the ANS Commonality as it exited hyperspace along with the rest of the 108th over the world of Batorine.

Taking his place on the fleet commander's chair, before turning to face Captain Duralo. "Right..Captain, I want full radar sweep of the surrounding orbit of Batorine. We can afford to be cautious for a little while until Final Dawn Reinforcements arrive which given our position near Alliance Territory should take some time." August said brushing white beard in ponderous thought. The first phase of the attack plan was quite simple and easy to readjust should things change. It involved the 108th advancing forward near to the Planet Surface but away from any long rang planetary defense cannons that might be on the ground, then deploying ground troops to siege the old corporate fortress mentioned in the briefing.

"Sir!, we have detected a Small Naval Squadron of a Single Star Destroyer of the Tyrant-Class and two escorting Cruisers of the Kuat Drive Yard's Katana-Class holding position above Batorine. Should we engage?" Captain Duralo followed up, having conducted the radar sweep of the area as requested and relayed his findings with the utmost detail. The Commodore was naturally weary that this small force was only a prelude to a much larger force assembling outside the system; but it did provide an excellent opportunity for target practice.

"This is the Commodore Blavier speaking to all personnel, we have arrived over Batorine and will be engaging a Small Naval Squadron to gain space superiority. Code Alpha Blue is in affect, all personnel to your battle stations and all ground forces to your transports to await further instructions." Was sent out amongst the fleet currently getting into formation as they formed around the flagship for the time being until additional information was available.

"Sir, Turbolaser Batteries at 100% and Shields holding. Flagship is fully operational for planned assault." Captain Duralo added after checking the systems with technical officers on board the bridge. The Command Staff was uploading data into the holographic screen so that the battle could be watched and units crossed off should they fall in battle.

"Right..Let's send em packing." August said lounging back on his chair as the fleet advanced.

Belsebeth Deyo · Mar 12, 2023

Location: Xe Fal
Objective: ~~Transport Refugees~~, ~~Assist GA,~~ Assist Xe Fel
Tag: Open

-- "Transmission from Alliance Vessel," The droid's voice broke whatever conversation was being had on the Bridge of the Valor Hope, "Permission has been granted on providing aid to the planet, landing zones and vectors of planetary landing provided to be out of way." The Droid turned to the Captain. "Seems like they don't want anything to do with us, but watching most likely."

-- Belsebeth was in the Communications Officers chair, juggling their helmet between their hands and feet on the Console. The Officer suppose to be sitting there just off to their left attempting to do their job with an obstacle in their way. They were listening to the conversation but didn't get involved. Their job was finished and this still fell within the jurisdiction of the Captain. The permission given by the Alliance ship gave them way to provide assistance, nothing more, nothing less. Not a lot of room to make a profit, at this point it was PR. Rinse and Repeat until the the Trade Spine could be rebuilt. That was Board Worries, Bel lost their interest after sending their transmission.

-- With no interruptions from the Belsebeth the Captain spoke up in the empty void left by the Droid. "Move to provided Orbital Anchor and set Briefing times with the Dusters before take off, we are in offical Aid Protocol now, Droids on Perimeter Security and Organics on PhyOp and Aid," The Captain shot a glance at Belsebeth as they were just making their Blaster Pistol Float now, he turned to his Duster Adjutant, "This is a Radar Op now, best behavior and lets not get on the HoloNet this evening, No Operators are-"

-- "I'm Going."

-- The Captain turned from the marine before him and quickly to Belsebeth who was still playing with their weapon. "Executive, there is no threat and no research to conduct," He looked to the other officers on the bridge, but they all just looked to their screens. Slightly defeated by the lack of support he attempted to continue. "The Board doesn't want to expose you if it can be avoided."

-- Belsebeth paid no attention to the man, instead they staid silent for a good moment. The weapon continued to float till a second one appeared from under her suit revealing a shoulder holster and her feminine features tightly hugged by their black vest. Using the Force they juggled the two weapons round and round. "Four Years," The weapons clinking in the air was the only noise for a moment, "I am curious."

-- The Captain sighed, he knew what that meant. "Understood Executive." Turning to his Adjutant, he spoke with a lot less energy this time. "Inform the ground team that a Purple Class Operator will be joining them." The Marine Officer was a specialist in facing all unexpected situations, but in the face of a Commanding Officer look of resigning to the fates. A level of acceptance clipped to the Duster's face and they turned to exit the bridge without a word.

-- And with that their was hope that once they were on the ground Bel would find something that they were looking for. They were kept as observers for a reason, and they knew that. However, this was also the reason this ship was chosen as their first mission outside Company control. How could they not want a chance to meet the people they read about in reports. The actions that were witnessed by operators in the field were told to them while Belsebeth was at the Treatment Center. Sure, it was an abuse of their position, but with freedom now, it was hard to hold back.

-- Belsebeth stood up and used the Force to put the floating blaster back into their holsters as they put their helmet back on. As it was going back on a glimmer of a smiler could be seen with a white glint before the black helmet consumed all emotions. This might even be fun. In a few moments, they would be boots down on Xe Fal Surface. Bel wondered if they remembered being somewhere other then the Heaven and Hell of heir past. Maybe Xe Fal would be different, doubtful, but still curious. They walked across the Bridge to get on their flight bay where all the food and aid was being put on shuttles. The UTC would help, after all everyone needed to pull their weight while recovering.

Capris Halcyon · Mar 12, 2023

“We don't exactly know what we're up against right now."

"Be nice if we did for once."

Brow drawn, Capris regarded the building. Almost scrutinizing.

Only Cora's suggestion saw her faintly nod.

"What do you think, Capris?"

"I think we kick some Maw ass and get on with our day."

Acting as if that were enough confirmation on its own, Capris moved ahead mid-sentence. Not towards the entrance but rather a side window, sectioned off in some dank narrow alley. Scribbling out a hasty rune, the window proceeded to freeze, crack, and shatter in a quick, silent progression, allowing the girls an entry point of which Capris wasted no time swinging through.

Now inside, the hallways somehow managed to be even less inviting. Dimly lit by dying fluorescents and noticeably lacking any principal signs of life. A stark contrast as to what information the force had just been feeding them.

Weird.

"Think this place has a basement or am I just being optimistic?" Hand already working to wring free her lightsaber, she stared down the walls skeptically. That was the next natural progression right? Where else would you store a bunch of hostages other than the basement?

Nathan Bloodscrawl · Mar 13, 2023

Nathan and the biots had splashed a number of fighters already, battling their way to the surface of the planet.

He kept SLAM mode on, noting the Android's fighting alongside him learned incredibly quick on the job, rapidly learning to counter the enemy flying tactics synchronizing their flying in unpredictable ways to entrap enemy fighters in two or three different angles of fire. Nathan gunned his engines to the limit, chasing down a Maw fighter and destroying it's engines. They got closer and closer to the planet, blasting through starfighters to the rendezvous site on the surface. Entering the atmosphere, they rejoined him in formation as they landed in a large clearing secured by GADF troops. The Androids popped out, still wearing their flight suit masks. Nathan exited out of the fighter, and grabbed his sniper rifle and saberstaff, while a GADF Captain ran up to him. He was a Zabrak with blue and white tattoos, taller than Nathan.

"You're that Jedi we were told to expect?" he asked.

"Yeah. I've been informed of the situation." Nathan replied.

The Captain glanced at the masked biots.

"Who are they?"

"Contractors." Nathan explained, keeping his own flight mask on.

The Captain nodded. "Follow me. There have been new developments."

Nathan and the Androids followed and were led to a command tent where other personnel monitored various scanners and surveyed local maps.

"Energy Shield went up around the section of this ruined city we are attempting to seize about thirty seconds before you landed. The Jedi who were ambushed are surrounded in an old skyscraper. They've managed to get messages out through the jamming attempts and...well...they've reported something unusual."

The Captain brought up a Holoprojection of a large, art-deco styled skyscraper with makeshift artillery emplacements. The red dots at the base of the projected building represented all Mawite forces currently laying siege to it.

"What transmissions they have gotten to us indicate an extremely deadly sniper is in the area, targeting Mawites."

"Friendly?" Nathan asked.

"No. Some of our own scouts were taken out. We have no one else in that area beyond that team of Jedi. It's a hostile third party. You will deploy your team into the area to both relieve the Jedi in question, and hunt for that sniper. We cannot risk sending larger forces in until that Sniper is taken care of. They're extremely skilled. They use a bolt action rifle."

"Where do you believe the Target is?" The Biot called Dulcinea asked. "And why are they attacking everyone? It makes no sense."

"Maybe it's some traitor who couldn't sneak away before our arrival...maybe it's some rifle-happy stormtrooper who snapped. Don't know. Maybe you'll get your answers after they're dead."

The Captain then pointed to a particular area of the city in the hologram. Nathan perceived a massive dig site defended by heavy guns. He pointed to a very long avenue full of destroyed buildings and a number of red dots with the letters "K.I.A." in miniature over them.

"Southwest of the tomb the Mawites are protecting. They're dug in good too. Got those nutjobs pinned down." The Captain answered.

Nathan nodded. "We'll get it done."

"I got an A.P.C. waiting to deposit you all close to your target. You need to depart now. I can't guarantee the safety of the route you'll be using for more than another forty minutes."

Nathan and the Androids departed the tent.

"Me and Dulcinea will go after the Sniper. The rest of you will relieve the Jedi. We'll go most of the way together and then split up once we reach the city." he told them. "Good hunting."

The other Androids nodded.

Minutes later...

The team had taken the slow way to avoid enemy patrols and the A.P.C. had deposited them to the very edge of the city.

Dulcinea walked with Nathan as they led the others through the streets, moving carefully from cover to cover. Nathan signalled them all to duck into a burned out building with a large central building that went up about nine stories, ascending the steps. After a few minutes of rapidly clearing out what looked to be an old control room on the top floor, Nathan took out his rifle, which he had put a shroud on the barrel to obscure the glare of the lens and stared at the skyscraper under assault from a window. The other biots began setting up a sniping position from another window.

"I bet it was something, once..." Dulcinea spoke. "The Maw like to defile the landmarks and monuments of others."

"Nihilistic Death Cults come and go." Nathan muttered, watching the Forces of Maw warriors lob rocket after rocket on it. Beyond this, he saw the treacherous chasm of streets full of dead Maw and Final Dawn Soldiers.

I wonder who the other Sniper is..." One of the biots called Becky expressed. She was one of two equipped with a DC-15A configured for sniping duty.

"It all feels wrong." Dulcinea said in a clinical manner as she watched enemy movements in the distance with her range finder. The building had an excellent view and the sun was behind them.

"Oh?" Nathan inquired.

"The position the sniper is believed to be in...that view has a perfect look over the tomb being guarded. The shooter is clearly in range of the tomb...they counter-sniped a GA Scout beyond the alley...it seems like they're... waiting..." Dulcinea elaborated.

Nathan, to his surprise, agreed with her assessment.

"You might be right." he said, lowering his rifle and retreating from the window.

"It smells like a trap..." Becky quipped.

"But for who?" another of the biots, Brunhilda expressed as she helped unpack certain equipment.

"An answer we don't have time to find out." Nathan spoke. "You have good angles from this position. Take whatever opportunity you can find to destroy Vital Materiel. Who's leading the attack to extract the Jedi?"

One Biot stepped forward.

"I'm Ella. I'll do it. Becky will provide sniper coverage, Jenny will be her spotter. Everyone else comes with me." Ella said.

"That works." Nathan replied. "I'll contact you in three hours."

Nathan and Dulcinea headed down the tower.

later on...

Nathan and Dulcinea crept closer and closer to the dig site that was their main barrier to Sniper Alley. They hid beneath a fallen building with a gap.

"Do you sense anything with that Force of yours?" Dulcinea asked, lying prone next to him.

"No. That's what bothers me." Nathan replied, watching through his scope.

Just then a sentry he was watching stay hidden behind cover had his head blown off by a bolt action rifle.

"Contact." Nathan noted, watching another sentry lose his life. The bullet seemed to go through multiple forms of cover to reach it's target.

"Force Assisted Bullet..." Nathan noted. "The shooter is accelerating the projectile with telekinesis."

"Best counter?" Dulcinea inquired as she watched a Mawite's chest erupt in a Geyser of blood.

"Don't be where the enemy aims..." Nathan answered, watching as more died. "They got damned aggressive suddenly..."

More Mawites died near the dig site. Nathan signalled Dulcinea to start moving while crawling over to another building to get a better vantage point...

Meanwhile...

There are few blaster rifles as deadly as a DC-15A. Near a millennia since it's introduction and it can still be found in use.

A half meter hole are what one of its bolts usually makes. A bolt stabilized by coils in the barrel make not only one of the most powerful hand held weapons in the Galaxy, but also one of the most accurate.

Kick is a small price to pay for such power. Especially when customized as a Sniper Rifle to take advantage of its full ten kilometer range.

Becky saw a Mawite about to execute a band of slaves and pulled the trigger, her rifle stabilized by Gyro-Gimbals and a tripod. The blue bolt screamed across the field, the sound of it being fired masked by constant artillery fire.

The bolt slammed into the Mawite, flinging him away, and allowing the slaves to run.

"Haven't lost anyone so far. That's a plus." Jenny spoke spotting another Mawite near a mortar camp on a roof, shelling the building. "Mawite, on an old bank. Gold statue near him."

Becky zeroed in and fired at the warheads, causing an explosion...

"So what do you think of our commander?" Jenny asked.

"Too quiet. Not sure why Lynda assigned him to us." Becky replied. "Good pilot though..."

Becky shot another Mawite near the skyscraper her sisters moved towards at a rapid pace and purpose...

Valery Noble · Mar 13, 2023

Batorine

Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag:

Capris Halcyon | closed

Through their bond, Valery could feel that Kahlil had engaged the cultists, and she was going to hit them with the same intensity. It would hopefully create chaos and split their attention enough for the Padawans to do their part of the mission with as little resistance as possible. She trusted them to handle it either way, but she'd be a terrible Master if she didn't at least try to make it as easy as she could.

"There's no point in fighting! Surrender!" Valery called out, but her continuous pleas for them to stop fighting were answered with more blaster bolts and more attempts at gutting her with blades. But in all of the chaos the two Jedi Masters had created, these cultists couldn't hope to take them down.

However, as the fight continued, something dark seemed to swirl around the village, and its source was clearly the two buildings that Cora and Capris were tasked to handle.

<Love, something bad is happening. Something dark.> It felt like something was awakening.

Meanwhile,

Corazona von Ascania and

Capris Halcyon quietly managed to infiltrate the first of two buildings, only to be met by eerily quiet hallways. They could feel that they weren't alone, but every hallway and room on their floor was empty. But right as Capris asked about a basement, they'd both hear a loud scream echoing up from down below.

An old squeaking, wooden staircase would bring them down, and from a small platform halfway down, they'd already be able to see it. People, tied down to the floor by their wrists and ankles in the middle of a drawn rune. But this was no Light Side rune like the one Capris had used.

This one was far darker in nature.

Kahlil Noble · Mar 13, 2023

Kahlil's blade passively cut through another. Cultists or not, there was a chance to spare them. And he knew better than most just how a cult operated. Their beliefs, their misconceptions, their desperation. They needed a chance to recover from the Maw themselves. The Entropite crystal would give them that chance. They'd get brought back to the Alliance to either be prosecuted, or helped.

<They know how to avoid it, whatever it is. I'm almost done on my side. We'll regroup and help shortly.>

Valery Noble |

Capris Halcyon |

Corazona von Ascania · Mar 13, 2023

Capris' question would be answered by a petrified shriek from somewhere below them.

"I do not believe that your optimism is misplaced." Came Cora's answer as both Padawans hustled towards the source of the scream. Quick, careful steps brought them down a rickety staircase and deposited them into the basement of the dwelling.

"My goodness!" Pausing at the precipice, the blonde quickly clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp. Terrified denizens were fastened to the floor by their wrists and ankles, and after a brief pause to take in what she could of the situation, Cora glanced to her partner and rushed forward.

"It's alright. Please keep still." The blonde Padawan's voice dropped into a forced soothing tone as she knelt by a captive and thumbed the ignition of her lightsaber. Blue plasma pressed against the side of a restraint, seeking to weaken its integrity instead of melting straight through.

"Um…Capris?" Cora's tone tensed as she worked a metallic cuff free from an elderly woman's arm. The painted lines on the floor had begun to take shape for her, but she couldn't discern what it was. "Do you know what this…drawing is?"

The rune looked similar the one Capris had drawn, but different in a sinister sort of way that she couldn't put her finger on.

Cora knew next to nothing of runes, but she was sure that this marking wouldn't be used to create a thin sheet of ice.

Whatever it was, she didn't want to find out from experience. Switching sides, she eased the blade of her saber against another restraint and tapped at the commlink against her ear.

“Master, we’ve located captives in the basement of the first building. They’re unharmed, but restrained to the floor with some sort of character written beneath them.”

Capris Halcyon

Aculia Voland · Mar 13, 2023

As the Galactic Alliance fleet warped in and began its assault, Aculia and her men were already on the move, loaded into their cloaked shuttles and making their way to their landing zone. She and a small advance team moved ahead of the rest. She wanted to complete her own little personal reconnaissance before moving in to attempt to secure the VIPs. Meditating in her chair at center of the floor as the shuttle made its careful, slow descen towards the landing spot near the back wall of the fortress, she drew on the Force and tried to stretch her senses to as far as they would go.

Let’s see if I can sense anyone with notable power in the Force down there, and if they have more of a dark aura. If they do, we are going to have to hit the ground running once we land even if we do have a perfect landing location. We might not get shot down on the approach, but you can’t hide 200 men from the Force-at least, not any Force user I’ve ever met has managed to do so, and the element of surprise would be very useful to have on our side.

(Note to self, rolls still don't include modifiers working).

Minerva Fhirdiad August Freiherr Blavier Joseph Torson

Joseph Torson · Mar 13, 2023

B A T O R I N E_R A M

Scars of War 

THE FINAL DAWN

BATORINE, COLONIES
Within seconds, a large holographic image would soon appear within the Holotank displaying a live transmission from High Admiral Kaine Hamilton, one of the High Regent's most loyal and capable officers. "Ah, Special Agent Torson. What do i owe the pleasure." the High Admiral began. "The evacuation of our assets on Batorine is proceeding as planned, however i believe that we will not have enough time to safety relocate all our assets off-world before the Galactic Alliance arrives." Torson began ."I am therefore requesting for a contingent of forces to carry out a diversionary strike on Xa Fel in order to keep them distracted in order to buy us more time." Torson finished.

However before Hamilton could reply, suddenly some of the consoles started blaring up indicating the arrival of something in orbit. "Sir, we have detected several Alliance Warships in orbit." the Sensor Officer said. "Karabast!" Torson shouted while slamming his hand on the table. "If you aren't able to evacuate all assets from the planet, proceed to evacuate your men and destroy the Fortress with all remaining assets inside, we can't afford to give the Alliance a clean victory here." Hamilton said. "Wait. The GADF thinks that our fleet in orbit is all we have, right? Why not simply deploy our additional forces from the Kanchen Sector to ambush their forces in orbit, in order to buy us more time." Torson said. 

"Those forces are reserved specifically for my own operation on Foerost, in case the Alliance catches us before we can evacuate all personnel and scuttle the Shipyards." Hamilton responded. "What if you only send a fraction of your forces from the Kanchen Sector, then rather then entire fleet?" Torson asked again. "That depends on if they can survive the engagement against whatever force the Alliance brought to Batorine. We can't afford any unnecessary loses, Torson." The Admiral countered. Torson then turned to a nearby officer and addressed him. "How big is their fleet?" Torson asked. "They brought three medium-sized Battlecruisers, two Star Defenders, five Cruisers, four Frigates and four Bulk Cruisers." Torson looked back at Hamilton who reflected on the information for a while before offering any response. 

"Fine. I'll send a portion of Terror Squadron to assist you, but i will hold you personally accountable if you fail to successfully hold them off while minimizing casualties. The High Regent made it clear he would not tolerate any unnecessary losses under any circumstances. Our forces are already stretched thin and we can ill-afford such losses and i personally do not want to lose my rank so soon after my promotion." Hamilton said in a serious tone. "Thank you, High Admiral. I will not fail you." Torson said. "You better not, Torson. Some of us are already questioning your usefulness to the Final Dawn..." Hamilton said ominously before terminating the transmission. 

Torson stood there in silence, somewhat surprised and confused as he pondered over the High Admiral's last words before a Lieutenant caught his attention. "Sir. What do we do? What are your orders?" he said. "Ah, yes" Torson said, as he immediately regained his composure. "Prepare the TIE Droids for deployment and put the entire base on High Alert. We should be expecting GADF Marines within the hour so everyone must be ready to face them." Torson said. Thus, all the alarms of Fort Spear both interior and exterior began to blare out as the Fort's personnel prepared themselves to face the incoming GADF Forces. 

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In orbit of Batorine, the crews of the three Final Dawn Warships began to scramble to their battlestations as the Alliance Task Force arrived preparing for the inevitable attack. The Three Ships in question, a Tyrant-Class Star Destroyer, the FDS Plunderer and two EF96 Nebulon-A Frigates, the FDS Reaper and FDS Herald were outnumbered by their foes but with word that reinforcements were on the way, they simply had to hold the line long enough for the rest of Terror Squadron to arrive in order to attack the flank of the Enemy Force and temporarily drive them out of the system. The outcome of this operation would be determined by their performance and it was imperative that they put up a hell of a show in order to ensure the ultimate success of the Final Dawn.

Soon enough, the three ships began scrambling their Starfighter Squadrons, which immediately began forming a defensive screen Infront of the three warships while the warships themselves moved into defensive formation in preparation for their inevitable confrontation with the GADF Naval Task Force. Thus the stage was set for the Battle for Batorine, as the GADF and Final Dawn would soon clash above Batorine in a great battle to determine the fate of the Planet and it's people's, the first of many battles to come that would determine whether the Final Dawn would manage to survive the collapse of it's former Mawite Overlords or whether it would end up meeting the same fate as the Maw as a whole. 
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Mago Leomax · Mar 13, 2023

XA FEL

Jasper Kai'el said:
"He is," Jasper nodded. "One of our Padawan learners, Mago Leomax. He just got... a little sidetracked on the way to the planet's surface." His face shifted towards the young Miraluka. "Glad you could finally join us. I trust that there were no complications with your flight?"

Mago shook his head, smiling. He normally would have been honest, saying that he thought he shouldn't fly until he learned to see farther, and the simulations couldn't prepare him for the void of space. But the Ithorian that Master Kai'el was talking to... he had a strong Force Aura around him, lightsided. It was powerful, like a master's. "Greetings, Master Rone." The padawan bowed to the Ithorian. He had caught the sentient's name when we was walking up.

Jasper looked up towards the sky and talked to his AI, and Mago was pleased to hear her voice again. But, defenses? Call for reinforcements? Mago hadn't been in a fight before, not a real one. He wasn't like the older padawans who had fought in the wars. The prospect of some battle happening was nerve-racking. His hand fiddled with the saber at his side.

Then he caught side of those kids again, behind them. These people needed help, and that's what he came here to give. He may not be much of a fighter, but he'd stand up for these people if it came to that. If that was the help they needed, he'd do his best.

Silas Westgard · Mar 13, 2023

Location: Batorine
Objective: Guide the paddies
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Thelma Goth said:
"Fine. How about you?"

"Doing great, especially with you here" Silas gave Thelma a quick wink and smiled at her second thoughts about dinner "It's the least I can do. We'll need all the food we can get after this" the knight reassured with a smile just before he turned his attention to the younger and more nervous padawan behind them.

Before the mission, Silas had been briefed on the ability of the new kid. He didn't really have a weapon or know how to fight, so all things considered he was still quite fresh. There were no plans to throw the boy into the deep end in one of his first mission., for the most part, Thelma and himself were going to do the heavy lifting "Hey hey, don't overthink things alright?" Silas smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder to squeeze it lightly "I won't be throwing you into anything that I couldn't do at your level. You'll be shadowing us and seeing how we do in a situation like this. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about" and in truth he didn't. As long as he kept his eyes open and away from danger he'd be more than safe "No harm will come to you under my watch, you have my word" giving him a reassuring pat he nudged him along until they to an area where they could see the dam in its entirety.

"Plan huh? well considering they have hostages we can't afford to be seen. Intel suggests they have the workers held up in the control room, but i'm certain along the way a few grunts will be standing watch. The element of surprise will be your best friend for this one" he said quietly as he looked between the two "When everything is clear, we will check the civilians for any injuries before they turn on the water again for the surrounding towns"

"Is that all clear?"

Capris Halcyon · Mar 13, 2023

Instinct said trap. Screamed it.

So as Cora busied herself freeing the hostages Capris studied the rune, pacing around the radius with her lightsaber illuminating the finer details. No dice. Even armed with Kahlil's instruction the girl was at a loss.

"Don't think we want to stay long enough to find out."

With clenched teeth, her free hand reached for the commlink and their shared channel.

"Kahlil, this looks bad. Like real bad. It's some warped variation of whatever you've been teaching me but I can't-" She stifled a bubble of exasperation, "Can't make sense of it."

Relative to what was laid out before her, Capris had been playing with matches. A realization that had her bitter with frustration and insufficiency. "Is there any way to keep from tripping it? We've got a lot of bodies to haul outta here."

Gillom Rone · Mar 13, 2023

"Greetings to you, Master Leomax," The Ithorian dipped his head as he had done for Jasper.

When the matter of their other arrivals came up, he let the Jedi take the lead, seeing as he had some actual authority within Alliance operations. Gillom may have been a leader among his people, but he did not see it as his place to intrude upon the affairs of another faction. Once it was over with, he let his shoulders relax some. Their attention could at last turn to the people in need.

"Well, a makeshift base of operations for our groundwork would do well. I've been in enough of these situations to recognize the importance of efficiency," He sighed, as if remembering a time where the work went much less smoothly. The priest nodded to one of his men, who did the same and relayed said information to others. Basic communication devices and supply crates were rolled out from some of the drop ships, "We need to organize and triage the injured. Work with the locals to account for any missing peoples. Branch out and seek out areas of greatest need." It was more a general outline for how to began their operation, but it gave them manageable steps upon which to begin.

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Valery Noble · Mar 14, 2023

Batorine

Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsaber
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