Populate Batorine Ram | GA Populate of Batorine and Xa Fel

[Kahlil Noble]

"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."

Kahlil's blade passed through another and into the bolt of a shot aimed for the back of his head. Downside of the Entropite, the shot was absorbed. No clever deflections to help clear the numbers, but it was enough to give him space to keep moving. Not that he was particularly feeling like there was time now. The hurried response, the idea of a rune. The sudden feeling of death from the other building.

"You're going to have to negate it, Capris. The cultists likely have a way to activate it on their own. Take a breath. Calm yourself. Find the sequence, and tell me what you see, what you recognize and what you don't."

There was little chance he was going to get there without alerting the cultists that there was his goal. Right now, he just had to believe Capris could handle it.

And he did.

"Start with the first. Find the top, just, don't touch it."

Capris Halcyon | Valery Noble | Corazona von Ascania

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

"More souls to bring him back."

Cora had managed to free a dazed middle aged woman from her restraints when a sickly baritone voice reverberated off of duracrete walls.

Tiny hairs prickled at the back of her neck, and the Padawan's stomach dropped as she shoved the captive to the side and out of the vibroknife's immediate range. The blade glanced against Cora's cheek as she turned, vibrations amplifying the knife's slicing power to produce a gash along pale skin.

Teeth gritting together tightly as pain bloomed across her jowl, she managed to charge the cultist with her shoulder, knocking him away.

"I gather that…marking is some sort of evil letter?" She spat, wiping the blood from her face with the sleeve of her tunic.

Cora saw no way they'd be able to free the captives while crazed mawites were swinging vibroblades around. It was up to Capris to deactivate…whatever that thing was.

"I'll keep them off of you, just figure it out!" Calling over her shoulder, the blonde reestablished her footing and faced the cultists with renewed determination. With a deep inhale, she extended both hands and sent a wave of Force rippling towards them, scattering hooded figures against the wall.

"Who are you trying to bring back?!” Came her strongly voiced demand, which was as natural as breathing for an aristocrat. Saber at the ready, she hefted the sizzling blue plasma towards them in a threatening gesture.

Capris Halcyon Valery Noble Kahlil Noble

 

[Aculia Voland]

Objective I: Scars of War, Batorine.​

Aculia did not sense anything unusual about the Fort’s interior as far as Force Sensitives were concerned as her cloaked shuttle rapidly approached the previously identified landing spot in the forest near the back walls of Fort Spear. She figured there were either none of them in there or they were so mixed in or decent at concealing their presence she would not feel them at this range. By the time it had landed in the small natural clearing, alarms had begun to blare out across the Fort. Likely in response to the GA fleet approaching.

They will be focused on the sky, for now, until the GA troops land in numbers however. I doubt they would have been able to detect our dropships, given the technology they are cloaked with. We'll be able to hit them before they are fully ready, but every minute we spend here, the more organized they will get.

She would, however, have to hit the ground running when they landed with her advanced squad, as the following Black Ospreys would be close behind at the landing zone and they were on a time limit to attack, overwhelm, and then exfiltrate from the small portion of the base with her VIP prisoners.

The moment the Osprey touched the grassy ground of the clearing, she was already on the move, lightsaber in hand and with numerous multispectrum smoke grenades around her belt. Her squad was soon behind her-they already knew what to do. Ducking quickly into the cover of the nearby forest, it was not a far distance to the back wall of the fortress. Drawing deeply on the Force, her gray aura glowing brightly for a moment, she leapt to the top of a nearby tree, and then judged the distance between the top of the wall and it.

Here we go.

Igniting her pale silvery lightsaber, she leapt into the air, aiming to land on the battlements as she did so.

(Roll: 4 + 5 +5=14 (Above Average)

Aculia soared through the air competently for someone who might have been ranked a Jedi Master were she still with the order, albeit it was far from her best work. Thankfully, that was not needed today, although it did deprive her of throwing her concealing smoke grenades while she was in the air. She would have to focus on defense first against the opponents she met on top of the wall, then see if she could get the grenades out.

As she landed on the battlements of the wall, smoke grenades began to fly in and out of the forest from her advanced squad, spewing out and beginning to spread covering smoke through both the forest and along the bottom of the wall. She hit the top rolling, raising her lightsaber into a ready position as she did so.

In and out quickly, get those VIPs and then exfiltrate before this becomes a warzone or gets turbolasered from the air.


Minerva Fhirdiad August Freiherr Blavier Joseph Torson

 

[Thelma Goth]

"Suppose it's alright, y'know. New planet, new people, new powers I didn't know anything about until a week ago. Just a culture shock, a lot going on. Now I'm here expected to gain experience when I have no idea how to use any of the supposed powers I have. I don't even have a weapon, not that I'd want to use one anyway. I've seen the damage they can do. Now I'm expected to all of a sudden be a hero to these people."

Thelma blinked. Yeah, that did sound like a lot. Why was this Padawan being thrust into a mission after only a week of training? Something was clearly going on there.

Silas was quick to reassure Julien, telling him that he wouldn't be facing anything he couldn't handle. Then he went over the plan. Rescuing hostages. Delicate work. Thelma's gaze darted between him and Julien, before she closed her eyes and forced herself to just accept the situation. It was what it was. "Got it," she said. Though as they started walking, she spoke to Silas in a low voice. "You and me should take out the guards. Have Julien stay back and watch."

Sure enough, when they reached the entrance to the dam they found a group of low-level grunts acting as security. Thelma reached out with the Force and stunned them all into unconsciousness - though the effort made her dizzy. "I'm fine," she said, shaking her head as if to clear it. "Let's go."

Julien Lucero Silas Westgard​

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Objective 1 Batorine​

Tag: August Freiherr Blavier Aculia Voland August Freiherr Blavier

Running down the hall with her squad in pursuit Minerva didn't spare a moment other than how to reach their destination. Klaxons continue to sound with crew members, marines rushing to battle stations or transports. She nearly rammed into a blue painted astromech but dashed out of the way in time.

"Keep up! Keep up!" The warrior shouted to her comrades in the back.

Making a hard right turn she came out of a corridor and barely missed a surprised Gotal in a navy uniform who exclaimed curses at her in his native tongue. Minerva didn't care thinking.

Almost there.

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Meanwhile in the hangar bays of the Alliance the first wave of transports lift off awaiting fighter escort. Soon the battle will be joined.

 

[Julien Lucero]

Location: Batorine
With: Silas Westgard | Thelma Goth
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Everyone whom he'd met within the Jedi had been great at settling his anxieties.

Silas had been no different, offering the reassurance he hadn't even realised he was seeking. He'd explained that there was nothing to worry about, that he wouldn't be getting too involved in anything he couldn't handle yet. Plus, Silas had given his word that he wasn't about to come into any harm, and honestly Julien had to agree. Silas looked like he knew what was going on and what he was doing.

As did the third member of the party, Thelma. She stayed pretty quiet whilst Silas explained the plan and Julien took the lead from her to keep himself quiet as well. He wasn't exactly qualified to be discussing a plan yet, he had no-where near enough experience to be discussing a plan to rescue the hostages that were being held on the dam itself.

Hostages. That was scary. These were real lives he was being trusted to save.

He kept quiet, replaying that word over and over in his head. Maybe he was out of his depth after all. Valery had explained he was free to leave and honestly he was debating it. He'd never had to rescue hostages before and now he was being expected to do it with no idea what he was doing. He was being expected to deal with rescusing actual real people with actual real lives.

But he'd agreed to this. He couldn't throw in the towel now.

Julien followed the group to the entrance of the dam, staying back far enough to not be in the way should anything happen. He wasn't going to be any use in a fight, he was just going to watch the other two take names and kick booty. That was his entire plan. Watch and learn. He was pretty sure that's all he'd been invited on this mission to do.

Watching Thelma take down the guards was pretty cool though, that he had to admit.

It was weird that he felt her reach out. He had to assume it had been the Force she had used to take the guards down as he certainly hadn't seen her draw a weapon and it would explain why he quite literally felt her reach out to take the guards down somehow. Whatever she did was a power he didn't know yet it definitely looked useful to know.

The young Jedi watched as his companion shook her head, almost as if shaking off an effect of using the force. He hoped he wasn't going to use the force for the first time and then have to spend an hour having a nap to sleep it off, he hoped that wasn't a problem he was going to have. It would make him a really bad Jedi if he had to nap every time he used the force.

"In we go then. Guess I'm holding the torch"

 

[Rriss'aboumo'vrumi]

Joseph Torson Aculia Voland Minerva Fhirdiad
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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​

Several large tactical screens soon filled the Command Bridge of the ANS Commonality as the Command Staff and Technical Officers were prepared to relay information to Captain Duralo who would then inform the Fleet Commander in this case himself. August had been unorthodox in his tactics over Selvaris and hoped to fool the enemy by sticking to standard alliance battle protocol at least in this initial engagement until the eventual arrival of Final Dawn Forces who would no doubt attempt to reinforce; a rather desperate gamble as the former maw corridor was now firmly underneath the alliance sphere of control after the defeat of the Brotherhood of the Maw over Exegol. It soon became quite apparent that the enemy force had spotted them on their radar and scrambled their starfighter squadrons into a defensive screen.

It was entirely logical for the enemy commander to hunker down into a defensive position given the size and strength of the 108th Anaxsi Frontier Fleet. "Sir, The Ground Forces on board has been assembled in the main hangars and are awaiting for orders to begin their invasion with your blessing." Captain Duralo said after receiving confirmation that the ground complement within the fleet had loaded up the necessary equipment to assault the old corporate fortress. Giving them proper starfighter cover on their approach would only take a relatively small number away that could be used elsewhere. "Right, all Ground Forces, you may begin your assault on Batorine." Commodore Blavier announced over the intercom to the main hangar down below as the transports began moving to enter into the surface down below with their starfighter escorts.

While the ground invasion was occuring the fleet was advancing further and further towards the enemy force on the defensive. They needed to establish space superiority during the battle and the quickest way to accomplish this would be to smash through the enemy naval squadron in one fell swoop. But there was no need to rush things completely incase the Final Dawn was sending additional forces faster than initially anticipated.

"We need to break through that defensive screen, send out our Eastern Starfighter Wing to probe for weakness then return for repairs. I want them out of direct range of the enemy's anti-starfighter batteries within four minutes once initial objective has been achieved " Was the rather simple order given to Captain Duralo who promptly relayed the information to the communication's officer who further sent it along the way to the Crew of the Four Bulk Cruisers within his fleet as they acted as his carrier division.

5 Squadrons of A-9 Vigilance Interceptor and 2 Squadrons of BB-2 Starfire Fighter Bomber were then launched.

 

[B1-173 "Omar"]

B1-173 was stationed on the ANS Commonality, previously, Captain Duralo has organised the ground forces of the ANS Commonality to be stationed within the hangar of the Starhawk III class-battleship along with other Galactic Alliance soldiers, B1-173 continued to wait patiently for further orders to be relayed. After awaiting for quite a bit, orders were received through the intercom being announced to the infantry awaiting within the hangar, it was time to go to war onto the surface of the planet, that planet being Batorine, a planet which B1-173 has never visited despite his lengthy history. He wasn't sure what to expect once they would land, but he anticipated it wasn't going to be pleasant, especially with all the news coming from the surface. As the announcement came through the hangar, ordering all ground personnel to board their respective transports, B1-173 would then gather his gear to mount up and moved towards his assigned vessel along with his other fellow Galactic Alliance soldiers, which gave him puzzling stares. Nevertheless, B1-173 was accustomed to such looks and decided to ignore them until they wanted to speak up to him. They were now on board the transport heading down to the surface. But he couldn't help but talk.


"I know that I may be a rare sight, but I assure you that I am still a capable warrior. And I am honoured to fight alongside each of you on the ground, I was made for this, and if you want to be reassured more, I have survived over 7 wars and numerous battles and engagements in these said conflicts. If we put aside our grudges and worked together, we can win this. Whatever we may be fighting against."


The transport vessel would then take off from the hanger and head directly down to their designated location onto the surface of the planet, it was supposedly an old corporate fortress which dates back many, many years. Possibly around the time B1-173 existed in his earlier years, if not pre-dating himself. The fortress was obviously in an antique state, but it appears that enemy forces have used it as a base of operations or a defensive stronghold, whatever it may be. B1-173 was currently completely oblivious of its existence, however, the droid was then reassured about the operation, as the sub-unit's commander would stand in front of all of them without any support in order to deliver a speech towards his subordinates under his command, that included B1-173. Although as he began to talk, several explosions rung out nearby as they were now entering the surface of the planet, it appears that whatever these enemies are, they had some sort of anti-air weaponry which attempted to shoot down the Galactic Alliance transport vessels from the air, as this happened, B1-173 gazed outside of the transport's side windows and saw several BB-2 Starfire fighter-bombers quickly retaliating to the anti-air batteries and firing their proto-torpedo salvos to decimate the anti-air positions, effectively neutralising them as the transports landed outside of the repurposed and refurbished, modernised corporate fortress. B1-173 would then look back at his superior, but he appeared demoralised by the heavy blasts outside the vessel, becoming exasperated by the superior's incompetence and fear.

As they landed at their designated positions, albeit still under heavy fire, B1-173 and the Galactic Alliance troopers immediately came under attack. The enemy forces were well-prepared and well-armed, and they took precise hits towards their forces, utilising weapons such as sniper rifles and heavy blaster repeaters in order to dislodge the Galactic Alliance forces which were currently landing from their respective transports. B1-173 quickly took cover behind a pile of debris, alongside the other troopers attached to his squad. They had landed in a hot zone, and the enemy fire was intense. But the Galactic Alliance air support soon began to hamper down on the enemy positions in the corporate fortress. Explosions rocked the terrain ahead, giving them a chance to move under heavy fire. As he did, several rockets flew towards their position, which vaporised some of the Galactic Alliance troopers in the process. Their superior officer would then order them to move out and outflank the enemy, hoping to gain an advantage as there was an opening caused by an explosion. But as they were moving, their superior was hit by a sniper shot, killing them instantly. The soldiers were shocked and disoriented however, B1-173 quickly took charge.

"Move out! We have to take that blasted fortress, at all costs! Don't let our commander's orders go to waste for nothing, attack!"

Deciding to take the position left by their fallen superior, B1-173 quickly sprung into action, he analysed the situation he found himself in, the advanced tactical programming enhanced B1-173's combat capabilities and situational awareness unlike his organic counterparts which he was attached with, denoting that there was an opening which introduced itself for opportunity, B1-173 would quickly reorganise his forces in the hopes that his force and the other Galactic Alliance forces would hopefully be able to breakthrough the enemy's main frontal defences in order to seize control over the fortress. As they did, B1-173 and his forces assigned to him would attempt to move through the broken wall but still began to face heavy resistance, despite this, they continued to press on and suffer some losses in the process. B1-173 would realise that a good majority of the Galactic Alliance troopers that were with him beforehand were now killed due to several factors including thermal detonators and heavy suppressing fire from the enemy which they confronted, this has put B1-173 and his remaining forces in a dire situation, which made a desperate call for reinforcements from any nearby units which may be nearby as he was pinned down.

|INTERCOM| "This is B1-173 requesting reinforcements on my position, we are being pinned down by the enemy and we have been suffering positions on the right flank, we have made a breakthrough in the enemy defensive line, but their reserves have been decimating our forces, we need reinforcements as soon as possible. Over!"

 

[Capris Halcyon]

"I gather that…marking is some sort of evil letter?"

“Yeah.” Capris breathed, hand dropping from the commlink as her eyes thinned in speculation, “That would be the working theory.”

With a quick glance to the growing company of Sith, she shoved down an immediate swell of urgency. Kahlil said to keep calm, and she wasn’t about to shrug off that advice.

Still, Cora couldn’t be expected to hold the barrage of cultists off forever.

Dropping to one knee, her hand hovered over the sequence, careful not to make contact all while her eyes tore through the string of runes. Pseudo copies of their light variations.

“It’s like some sort of magnifying glass.” The girl relayed over the commlink, brow drawn. “They’re trying to channel the force, concentrate it to make some conduit of the dark side powerful enough for whoever they’re trying to resurrect to take hold in.” By killing a near population of innocent people of course. Though she figured that could go unsaid.

“Maybe I could-” Her hand teased over one concentration rune in specific, which burned faintly in response. “Break it up.”

Valery Noble Kahlil Noble Corazona von Ascania

 

[Valery Noble]

Batorine

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag: Kahlil Noble Capris Halcyon Corazona von Ascania | closed

While Cora and Capris tried to make sense of the markings and fight off cultists at the same time, Valery ran alone towards the second of two buildings with captives inside. She knew that Kahlil would be able to reach the Padawans and help them, so she turned her focus away from them for now and ran inside.

Much like the other building, the hallways and rooms on the upper floor were all empty. Personal items and bags were scattered around, making it seem as if people had been caught right as they were trying to make their escape. But what she felt coming from the basement below told her enough about where they had gone instead.

One step at a time, Valery moved down the stairs, the hilt of her weapon already drawn into her hand. She felt a huge weight resting against her mind, and when she looked into the room below, she understood why.

"Oh chi-"

Even from the basement in the other building, the Jedi could hear the explosion that ripped apart the building Valery had gone into. A huge fire was spreading, and whatever had caused it, perhaps the cultists there had already managed to release something. Would Kahlil and the Jedi Padawans be able to stop what was happening on their side of town?

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"You can break it up, but if you're not sure what a rune does you could just trigger it to explode." Oh, wait. Kahlil grimaced a little. That certainly wasn't a way to help keep Capris calm. He continued through his almost meditative dance through the Cultists, trying to clear out the group as quickly as he could to better focus on his Padawan. Then an explosion. Kahlil paused for a moment, his silver eyes staring at the building Valery had just gone into.

If not for their bond, he might've panicked more.

"Redirect it. You know the focus runes at least. Find them, and change where their focus is to something else. Don't break it, change it."

Then his blade passed through another, sending them into a stupor before he reached out. The Force flowed under his direction, unleashing a ripple to slam through the crowd. Send them scattering.

"Valery!"

Capris Halcyon | Valery Noble | Corazona von Ascania

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

The trio of cultists were hurtled heavily against the wall, stunned by the impact. They did not answer Cora's question, at least not directly.

A grisly, almost inhuman voice echoed in the small duracrete room, emanating around both Padawans.

Y̶̯̠̊o̸̡͍̳̤̊̉̌ǔ̵̮͐̽̔ ̴̡͕͔͖͐ẁ̴͖͊̽i̴̟̺̣͝l̵͈̦̲̀̃l̵̞̦͕̭̑̔ ̶̳̓͘ŝ̷͚̯ͅo̷̗͛o̶̹̤̓ͅn̶̺̯̟̑̓̐ ̵̡̮͐b̴̢͇͊̈ẹ̸̿͌̈͌c̴̝̲̈́̕õ̷̙͈̘̝̾̒͝m̸͈̗̊̂e̴̲͗̀ ̶͓͎̙͎́̽̿̓ö̵̡̲͖͝n̸̢̞͑̉̕e̴̖̦̤͖̍́ ̷̼̦̇̃̏w̵̡̱͌͋͘ǐ̵̛͔͕̘͚̆͝t̵͖͉̯̪̍͊̕h̷̩̽͗̔ ̷̮͍̖̖̓͊̅h̸̨̟̏̈́̍ỉ̶͉m̵̧̗̼͔̾͋,̶̧͖͕̰͐ ̶͓̠̣͉͂̽̒̃ç̵͕̜͐̋̉ḩ̴͉̂̃ị̴̘͐̐̕ĺ̷̺̣͙̪d̴̎̐͌ͅ​

One of the cultists surged towards Cora, another towards Capris, and a third lay sprawled on the ground.

The blonde Padawan ducked and weaved, dodging the vibroknife as it came within inches of her flesh yet again. The wound across her cheek still seeped blood, but that would be dealt with later. Maneuvering in such a tightly confined space was limiting, especially when people were still tied to the floor.

The blue blade of her saber sliced through the cultist's knife wielding hand like butter. He stopped suddenly, shocked, and grasped what remained of his wrist while hunched over and screaming in pain. Cora's knee thrusted upwards, catching the cultist in the face and sending him to a realm of unconsciousness.

Spinning on her heel, she killed her saber and lunged for the man heading for Capris.

At that exact moment, an external explosion rocked the building, sending clatters of decrepit duracrete chunks to the floor.

A ritual had been completed in the second building, belching fire in it's aftermath. As flames crawled along the wooden frame, a pair of hulking shadows would emerge from the billowing ash and acrid smoke.

With a sickening duet of guttural roars, the two terentateks would charge at Valery, their great clawed hands poised to rip apart the Jedi Master and feast on the blood that pumped through her veins.

T̴̡͈̜̝̍h̴̝͙̅͌͗ĕ̸̦ ̸̖̓ḇ̴̢͑͝l̷̠͛̔ͅó̷̢͕̾͝ő̸̬̞͑d̷͋̓͌̕ǐ̷̲n̵͈̝͉̖͗ ̷̝̈͋͌͠t̶͎͈̊ḥ̵̛̱͓̥̏̿i̵̧̞̳͒s̴̘̖̯̈́ ̷̯̆͘o̴͖̿̒̐̾n̷̠͓̻͂́e̸̻̺̔ ̷̩̹͒ẇ̶̢̱̺̺́̆î̴͔̈́l̷̢̩̯̩̓̓ḽ̷̯͊̓́́ ̴͓̤͒̈m̸͉͋͊̈́͘a̶̤͈͌̉̓k̴̾̇̄͝eǎ̵̧̟͝ ̶̨̱̼̹̏͝f̷̳͕͑̎͒͝i̶̘̋̓̋ṅ̸̤̠̻͚̓͐ĕ̷̛͍͓̆ͅ ̶̟̄̎ŝ̶͍̯̺̇â̷̡͖̭̟͘c̵̘̯͓̐̽r̵̫͂į̷̰̀͂̊̐f̵̰̽̅ĭ̵̦̬͇̒͘͜͝c̵̼̾̄̈́͑͜e̸̢̡̗͕̓̒͑​

Capris Halcyon Kahlil Noble Valery Noble

 

[Capris Halcyon]

The rate at which things escalated was down-right cruel.

Just as she was on the cusp of making a breakthrough, a double-pronged attack stopped any hope at progress. One in the form of a cultist and another a gut-wrenching explosion spawned from the very building Valery just dug herself into.

A warning. Prophetic almost.

Thrown to the ground on impact, the kid braced herself against the encircling runes all while the aforementioned cultist bore down on her. Half out of coordination and half momentum from the explosion. Loosening a slew of choice words, a knee pointedly forced its way into the cultist's abdomen as she twisted from reach. Without so much a flicker of rational thought her hand then grabbed for his face, harshly driving it into the duracrete flooring.

Definitely a mistake.

It was then the runes began to smolder, stoked by Capris’s own subconscious meddling as anger bloated out reason. From there she could only try and minimize the damage.

In an instant light engulfed the room only to be sucked back into a singular point, one every fiber of Capris’s being fought to keep still as it writhed underneath her. Through grit teeth and flexed muscles she could only barely bark out an order to Cora. “Get the civilians out- fucking now.”

Whether knowingly or not, Capris did as instructed, channeling the full brunt of whatever sadistic forces were at play through the cultist rather than the surrounding building. Mercifully the chaos was short-lived, and the threat sufficiently dealt with, what with the runes heaving their last breath.

Her hands recoiled from the man. No, the pile of dust. Now calcified with its physical integrity expended. A host too weak to support whatever demonic parasite it was so intent on resurrecting. The girl dropped back on her heels at that, winded and struggling to rationalize through what the actual feth just happened as she turned her hands back to palm. Did she just obliterate a man from existence?

Valery Noble Kahlil Noble Corazona von Ascania

 

[Joseph Torson]

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B A T O R I N E_R A M
Scars of War

THE FINAL DAWN
BATORINE, COLONIES

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From the Command Room, Joseph Torson watched as the Galactic Alliance began their assault on both the Final Dawn Fleet in orbit and Fort Spear proper from the holotank, with Alliance Gunships making their way towards the base as they bypassed the Fleet in orbit while it was distracted by the starfighter assault. Fortunately, while Fort Spear was worn down having been abandoned for over two decades, many of it's Anti-Starfighter Weapons Emplacement were still operational and it still possessed a few squadrons of Automated TIEs to serve as an additional defense against any sort of Close-Air Support from the Galactic Alliance.

As such, once the Gunships made their approach towards the fortress, it's Anti-Starfighter Weapon Emplacement Towers became active as they unleashed their firepower against the Gunships and any Starfighters that made it past the Fleet in orbit soon being joined by waves of TIE Droids scrambled from the hangars of the Final Dawn-held Corporate Fortress, as they began attacking both Aerial Starfighters and any Ground Forces deployed. At the same time, the Purification Troopers began manning their battlestations, making their way towards loopholes behind the walls of the Fortress as they unleashed heavy blaster and machine gun fire upon the enemy, while larger openings gave enough room for Soldiers to throw Grenades and fire Rocket Launchers upon advancing enemy forces.

From his position in his Command Room, Torson knew too well that his foes outside were pinned down and would be unable to advance for a while until any Close-Air Support would be able to take out both the Anti-Starfighter Emplacements and the TIE Droids. As the Battle raged on, a trio of Prison Transports carrying Final Dawn PoWs emerged from the hangars making their ascent towards the atmosphere with a group of TIE Droids split off from the dogfight above Fort Spear to escort them into space.

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The trio of Prison Transports and their escorts soon made their way in orbit of Batorine, eventually coming across a raging space battle as Final Dawn various TIE Variants engaged Alliance Starfighters as they tried to break their starfighter screen in order to engage the Fleet orbiting Batorine proper. However thanks to the raging dogfights proximity to the Final Dawn Fleet, the TIEs were able to rely on the support from the Anti-Starfighter Weapons of the trio of Warships to inflict casualties at a greater rate then the casualties taken.

Even as the larger Alliance Fleet approached the smaller Final Dawn Fleet, the three warships stood their ground as they began to aim their weapons towards the Alliance Flagship, ready to fight to the bitter end while attempting to bring down the lead warship with them and thus hopefully disrupt the command chain of the enemy fleet in order to allow the reinforcements to deal as much damage and force them to withdraw from the system. While not as suicidal as the Mawites, Final Dawn Naval Crews were trained to fight their foes with relentless ferocity as to eliminate as many foes while taking as few casualties possible although suicidal tactics were still something to be considered as a last resort for victory if things got desperate.

As the battle continued to intensify, the three Prison Transports began to move away from the zone of combat in order to make a safe hyperjump towards Final Dawn Territory still escorted by the same TIE Droids although the size of the escort had begun to diminish as more TIE Droids split off to confront enemy starfighters that would attempt to disable or destroy the Transports. If the enemy did not react quickly, then the fate of many sentients would be sealed, doomed to serve as slaves of the vast Final Dawn War Machine for years to come.

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Tags | Aculia Voland | Minerva Fhirdiad | August Freiherr Blavier | B1-173 "Omar" ​

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[Aculia Voland]

Objective: Storm Fort Spear, Rescue VIP Prisoners.

Rolls: Lightsaber Defense on the top of the wall: 16 + 5 = 21, Masterfully done.
Smoke Grenade tossing on the top of the wall: 14 + 5, Expertly done.
Force Wave to the left: 17+5=23, Masterfully done.
Force Wave to the Right 5 +5 =10, Average.
Company 1's Ascent= 4: Poorly done/failure for this round.
Company 2's MANPAD fire= 10, Average.​

Aculia’s movements on top of the back wall of Fort Spear were a silver blur as she dodged and weaved around most of the blasterfire being aimed at her by the Final Dawn infantry atop and immediately around it, quick, tight movements of her blade deflecting the few that did manage to find her, a performance worthy of any who had mastered and fused both Ataru and Soresu together. Drawing deeply on the Force as she did so, her aura blazing gray to anyone who may have been observing, she threw both hands to the left, a powerful burst of telekinetic energy capable of tossing any of the Purification Troopers to her left flying off the wall, most likely crumpling or tossing aboard any emplacements they may have been manning along with them. She followed this up with a one handed wave to her right, not quite as powerful due to the immense effort she had focused on obliterating the left top side of the wall, but still decent enough to toss some, and force others to duck or tumble for a moment.

Now!

Not wasting any time, she quickly tossed the large amount of concealing smoke grenades in all directions, this would inevitably help reduce casualties for her forces when they scaled the wall. They landed almost exactly where she aimed them, in front of further interior emplacements and those on the right top side of the wall to further confuse the probably disoriented purification troopers there.

Glancing over the top of the wall, she frowned.

Not going according to the timetable boys...!

The first company of her mercenaries was having serious trouble scaling them, as seemingly every time they managed to get a grappling hook up over the walls, TIE droids would swoop around the outer section of the wall and begin opening fire, slicing them down and forcing a mad dash into the concealing smoke on the ground. The casualties were minimal thanks to that, but no progress had been made despite her efforts to clear the defenders at the top of the back wall.

For the Force’s sake!

Finally, rockets and powerful laser beams burst out of the forest as her concealed second company’s MANPADs opened up, streaking up from the vegetation and trees towards the attacking TIE droids to provide relief to the attacking company.

“Severin! I want them going up squad by squad now! Split second company in two and have them join as well, bring the anti-vehicle launchers, keep the MANPAD teams in the forest to keep those TIEs busy!”

Drawing up and putting both hands on her silver lightsaber in a ready position, she prepared to face the retaliation of the Purification Troopers on the right side of the wall, although with the smoke beginning to spew out and them being in at least a bit of disarray due to the Force Wave, defense should be relatively easy, for now.

Minerva Fhirdiad August Freiherr Blavier B1-173 "Omar" Joseph Torson

 

[Valery Noble]

Batorine

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag: Kahlil Noble Capris Halcyon Corazona von Ascania | closed

Valery groaned, coughed, and cursed as she pushed herself up to hands and knees. The Force Barrier had shielded her from the explosion and fire, but she had been caught in the collapse of the building. Wood, stone and other pieces of debris roll off of her back and shoulders as she began to rise, and her arms were scratched up and a little bloodied. Nothing serious, but it easily could have been a much bigger problem.

"Valery!"

She looked over her shoulder as she heard his voice and felt his presence approaching. The corners of her lips tugged up into a faint smile, knowing that he'd always come to her aid, even if he felt that she was fine. It wasn't because she needed it — it was because he cared about her, and it was that kind of protection that she loved.

The smile, however, faded very quickly when she heard two beasts roar.

"Just great..." Valery turned to see two Terentateks charging at her with bloodlust in their eyes. She still stood a little shakily on her feet, but the hilt of her weapon already slipped back into her hand. Then, with a burst of Force-augmented speed, she dashed between the two creatures and activated the two violet blades of her double-bladed weapon. She spun around, and lashed out at both beasts at the same time, her blades striking at their faces.

It had the intended effect — their skin resisted, but they were angered and one was quick to claw at the Jedi Master... only for its nails to meet nothing but air, as Valery phased through the attack. The swing continued, and instead struck the other Terentatek, whose anger reached a breaking point. Jedi were the favorite snacks of these beasts, and not only did they have to compete for one now, but they had also struck each other.

"Babe! Could use some help here!" She called out as she landed and distanced herself. Even though she wasn't too afraid of what she was up against, having him by her side in battle was always her biggest strength.

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Batorine
Objective: Guide the paddies
Tag: Thelma Goth / Julien Lucero

"You and me should take out the guards. Have Julien stay back and watch."

"That's the plan. I'm not going to be throwing him into trouble on his mission" he replied back with a brief nod as they all got closer to the first set of guards that came into view. Choosing to stay with the nervous boy, Thelma went forwards and knocked out the two unsuspecting guards with a thud. Looking back to Julien, he motioned for him to follow him over to the two enemies on the floor "<Help me move these out of view Julien?>" Silas asked him telepathically before using the force to slowly hover one of the bodies behind a group of cargo containers. If the boy had trouble, he wouldn't hesitate to go over and help him.

Once they were hidden Silas looked back to Thelma to check on her, but after saying she was fine he gave her a quick nod "Just let me know if things get too much alright?" he said softly before moving through the main entrance of the dam "<Keep your eyes out, we're still unsure how many there are in this place>" the knight whispered as they came up to an elevator that went up to the upper levels. Hitting the button with his fist, he turned back to his fellow Jedi

"So far so good... we still have the element of surprise on our side. Let's try and-" however when Silas was about to finish the door opened with a loud dinged. Looking behind him, three armed bandits looked at them all in awkward silence. For a few seconds, Silas did the same, trying to gauge what they'd do. It was only when one reached for their blaster did Silas pull out his lightsaber in a flash and ignited it, slashing it across all three of their chests with one strike.

Three bodies fell to the floor in a heap, unmoving and lifeless from being too slow "This is why I hate lifts. You never know what's going to be on the other side" Silas grumbled as he respectfully moved their bodies to the corner and stepped inside, motioning for the other two to join him in getting closer to their goal.

"I'm sorry Julien, but I'm afraid you'll be seeing more of this in your time as a Jedi"​

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Terentateks and demons, oh my.

Kahlil's gaze lingered on Valery for a moment. Something was wrong. Twisting in the Force in a way he didn't actually know how to explain. The spirits of the dead were one thing, whatever this was? Something else entirely. And the cultists around him were feverish in their desire to bring it about. He took a step towards Valery, readying his blade in the process, only to pause. Something wrong echoed in the Force.

Something from Capris?

His eyes narrowed before he raised his hand. The Force turned under his direction, etching into the ground around him. A new runic sequence spread before he brought that same hand up. The air was robbed of it's heat all at once. All the cultists, the Terentateks, ice crackled over their forms in an instant. His gaze focused on the Sithspawn. They were naturally resistant to so much the Jedi employed.

But he was far from the orthodox Jedi. Kahlil shifted his hand towards the monstrous creatures and tightened his fist. The ice around them shimmered before they turned to spikes. Puncturing inward.

"The Padawans! Something's very wrong! Get to them, now!"

Valery Noble | Capris Halcyon | Corazona von Ascania

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora didn't even have the mental energy to wince as Capris swore. The situation was far too dire for even a trickle of noble haughtiness at being ordered to break through.

Something terrible was happening, and she didn't know what. Blinding light filled the room before contracting into a pinprick.

Righting herself quickly, Cora worked to frantically free the remaining pair of captives—an elderly man and his granddaughter—from their bindings. Desperation in the Force augmented her physical strength, a fact that the Padawan wasn't aware of as she ripped and clawed at the restrains with reckless abandon.

"Everybody out!" She bellowed while balancing the frail man against her shoulder, voice lost in the chaos of it all. The building was in a precarious state, trembling from the force of the explosion and whatever the hell Capris was doing. A laborious Force push helped to free the door, and the captives were ushered out into the burning world.

"Take care of him, please." Cora gasped, transferring the arm of the elderly man over to a freed captive in better health. Spinning on her heel, she ambled her way through the wreckage.

"Capris! Are y-"

She was alive. Cora's hand reached out for her, but the relief on her face drew into shock when she counted the cultists from her periphery. Two unconscious, perhaps permanently, and a pile of ash where the other Padawan was crouched.

"What did you-"

A moment of abject horror, even fear, flashed across her features. They were quickly replaced with concern.

"Capris…" A hand was placed on the girl's shoulder, voice shaking. "What did-how…are you alright?"

Meanwhile, the pair of Terentateks shifted their eyes toward Kahlil while encased in ice—perhaps the only part of their body that they could reliably move.

Muffled growls vibrated from their throats as the pair of beats attempted to fight their bindings, muscles tightening with murderous intent. Those grunts turned into pained groans as Kahlil's fist tightened, sending jagged spires of ice into their hardened flesh. While mostly unharmed due to their hardy nature, all it took was a few icy spikes to penetrate the delicate underbelly.

Blood seeped between the cracks in the ice, accompanied by dying moans.

Capris Halcyon Valery Noble Kahlil Noble

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Objective 1, Batorine
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Tag: August Freiherr Blavier B1-173 "Omar" Joseph Torson Aculia Voland



Minerva rushed through the hatch quickly taking a seat soon joined by her squad-mates. Strapping in, she took a deep breath before releasing it. It wouldn't be long now. As if to prove her correct the hatch sealed up behind them and the red light above turned green. The time had come!

Then they felt their boarding pod shot out like a theme park holocoaster with dozens more. Those not destroyed in the crossfire between the fleets and starfighters sped toward the target planetside. Swifty they entered the atmosphere, appearing as like a shower of meteors. Within a few minutes the pods rain down upon Fort Spear whose defenses are already occupied by the first wave assault. Several that pods made it through the turret fire and TIE droids, slamming into the walls, ground or buildings and cutting through.

The Mandalorian felt lurched but stayed in her seat upon collusion. Vision clearing Minerva took the seat straps off just as the pod's front hatch opened. Drawing her dual pistols she roared.

"COME ON LET'S GO!"

Jumping out first into the fray Minerva soon saw they had busted a hole through one section of the wall and were behind. Subsequently an enemy trooper advanced a corner but she acted immediately using her jet boots to rush forward and kick him in the chest. Knocked back meters the trooper was gunned down by Minerva midair. The Alliance soldiers who were with her exchanged shots with more hostiles flying around their jetpacks though some were killed within seconds but their foes suffered as well.

In the midst of this carnage Minerva then heard a message playing on the Alliance comm channels repeatedly. Wait, is that a squeaky droid voice? Immediately stowing that question for now Minerva looked around and saw the large gap where allies were being pinned down.

"Talon Squad on me!”

Hearing her command, the surviving Talons flew alongside Minerva. Noting an enemy repeater she targeted and fired a missile that flew out of her jetpack. The missile struck true and machine gun position exploded, killing the two man crew and wounding three Final Dawn Troopers inches away. Landing in a row Minerva kept shooting but had to roll again to avoid being shot and gunned another hostile in retaliation.

To their credit the purification troopers despite being outflanked didn't panic nor offered any surrender as they kept on fighting. But with Omie's group and hers they were finished off within two minutes not but before killing and wounding more Alliance soldiers. Pistol barrels sizzling Minerva finally took note of the ally that she just came to aid. Seeing that it was a B1 battle droid she raised an eyebrow but again saved her curiosity for later as she headed over to him.

"Sergeant Fhirdiad, Talon Squad. Glad we made it in time but it's not over yet. You still ready to fight clanker?"