Skirmish Battle of Chaldea (NJO, GA, others)

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Location: Ancient Calabiyau Fortress - Calabiyau - Chaldea
Objective: I - Evacuation & Defense
Tags: Jegy Sesara Lira Virel Alasdair Voland Aziraphale

A defense was all they could afford to mount.

While the forces mustered by the Empire of the Lost were formidable in their own right, the zealots of the Potentium not only had the advantage in numbers but perhaps also, the advantage in raw, unyielding fanaticism which would doubtlessly buoy them for what was sure to be a bloody offensive. Nevertheless, the highly-drilled, professional soldiers and mercenaries under the command of Alasdair Voland would hold their composure, but there was no denying that the situation was dire.

Monitoring the feed from her probe droid, Ivixa witnessed the heroic last stand of Alpha A5 as one of the engineers fired at a squad of charging soldiers from the flaming wreckage of his walker, incinerating one zealot after another with his disruptor pistol while under heavy return fire. From her vantage point in the top floors of a tall building within the fortress, the tiny sniper shifted her rifle towards the position of Alpha A5. Within moments, her scope was zeroed in and Ivixa had located a target—a zealot clad in plastoid armor firing a massive rotary blaster cannon.

Without wasting a breath, she squeezed the trigger.

The massive slug accelerated out from the barrel of her rifle with a hushed, yet powerful snap. Less than a half-second later and 2658 meters away, the blaster cannon-wielding zealot howled a fervent prayer, only to fall silent when the slug struck his skull, causing it to go off in an explosion of viscera, red mist, and plastoid chunks.

Unfortunately, her shot had come too late.

Ivixa narrowed her eyes as the zealots swept over the body of the fallen engineer, who were shooting his corpse to guarantee his death after he had taken so many bolts. Nevertheless, the tiny sniper took advantage of the distraction. Lining up her crosshairs on the neck of a zealot at the rear of the group, she pressed the trigger to send another slug down towards the wreckage, striking her target exactly where she had aimed and nearly removing his head from his shoulders. A moment later, she fired again to cut down a third zealot, blowing open his chest in the process. Then she struck down a fourth and fifth with a pair of explosive, surgical headshots, before the remaining soldiers clued in to what was happening and began to dive for cover.

A moment later, Ivixa took a deep, relieved breath. While she hadn’t been able to save the engineer's life, she had avenged it. That in itself, was a small, yet memorable victory.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Ivixa’s Phase II “Glitter Ghost” Sniper Armor
  
  • Undersuit
    
    • UL-14 “Virtus” Class Underlay
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - R/L
  • B-11 “Greitis” Class Combat Boots
    
    • FAE/MDW-01 Active Defense System (2) - R/L
      
      • Pink Vapor Nano Missiles
      • Pink Vapor Nano Missiles
  • Droid
    
    • ASBF-X86p “Njósnari” Probe Droid
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Breshig War Forge Consolidated SR-2M Verpine Shatter Rifle
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-100x FAE/S-08 Electro-Scope
    • Reflec Coating
  • Ammunition
    
    • 20-Round Detachable AP Magazine (4)
• HH-38 “Geysa” Hybrid Pistol
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • 16 Bullet Standard Magazine (4)
    • Ethaerium Power Cell (4)

 

[Alasdair Voland]

Objective I/3: Ancient Calabiyau Fortress (DM to join, Jedi welcome!)

Chaldean Casualties: 298
Imperial and Friends Casualties: 4​

Faith was something that many in the galaxy had, whether that be in a god, the Force, karma, or any other number of beliefs. In the right hands and properly understood, it could be a powerful force for good. In the wrong hands and manipulated for the benefit of oneself or others, it could be disastrous. Much more of the latter would be happening to the Chaldeans this day under withering Imperial fire.

The first sign that something was not going exactly according to plan was the walkers they had thought would run before their advance or at least try to hold their position decided to launch a full-scale counterattack, running directly at the crowd. The joyous smiles of the leading Chaldeans quickly turned into terror as waves of heavy ripper fire tore into their front ranks, mowing down entire squads in what seemed like moments. Screams of pain and terror replaced fervent yelling as more than a few soldiers found bullets tearing through their thin armor, separating limbs from the body, piercing vital organs, and causing wounds that were almost surely fatal.

Making things worse was when one of the hellish walkers began to fire cluster missiles at them, those in the front not being mowed down by the ripper fire being torn to shreds by explosions as the ground beneath them parted and blew into the air. Dozens more vanished into viscera, bone, and pieces of meat as the officers at the rear watched with grim faces.

Luckily, these walkers were far from invincible, with a few fervent shots from handheld launchers one exploded in a spectacular fashion, still continuing its stride before falling before the Chaldeans. This small victory was enough to propel their comrades forward, yelling in hatred as they fell upon the other walkers, blowing the leg off another one, leaving only its head intact. A pleased cry went up from the company closest to it.

“Got you, you bastard! Don’t beg for m-” one of the leading fighters shouted as the cockpit opened, before a pistol shot from the cockpit tore through his chest. Amazingly, one of the pilots of the things had survived, and was now opening fire on the shocked Chaldeans, taking down several more. They opened fire on him, but the man simply refused to die until he managed to grab a rocket launcher and fire it into an oncoming squad, blowing half of them to smithereens while the others moaned and writhed from the explosion. Finally, elements of another squad came forward, firing furiously until the man went down with a shot to the head.

The zealot who had fired the killing blow only had a moment to celebrate his victory before his head was utterly annihilated, seemingly out of nowhere, and yet another zealot behind him crumpled to the ground as the slug pierced through his chest as well. A few of the zealots stumbled away in fear, uncertain of where the shot had come from, giving the sniper who had fired at them a clear shot at the rest of the squad. Chaos ensued as even more dropped and the remaining desperately looked for any kind of cover, from rocks to the corpses of their dead fellows.

In the opening stages of the battle, over a company’s worth of men had been destroyed by those two walkers and the sniper alone, but they finally went down. One walker remained, defiant, while another began to retreat to the safety of the inner walls.

“We’ll get them, they won’t make it to safety! The Imperials have played their little tricks, now-”

The squad leader who was speaking only had a fraction of a second to realize that something was wrong before he, and many of the men rushing in behind him, were vaporized by the proton torpedoes, turning into ash as they were torn apart down to the molecular level by the volley of proton torpedoes fired by the Retribution artillery walkers.

In the distance, one of the Chaldean officers visibly winced as dozens, possibly hundreds, more fell to the attack. The advance continued, for now, but their number had already been considerably reduced and they had yet to reach the walls…

-Atop the Front Walls-​

Three companies of Imperial Army Troopers stood stationed on the walls, waiting, rifles and repeating rifles aimed directly down at the oncoming Chaldeans. Mortars from the platoons behind in the courtyard were already pre-sighted into kill zones as well. As the Chaldean horde moved to unleash their hatred against the retreating walker and its stalwart counterpart that still remained fighting, they opened fire, launching deadly torrents of blasterfire towards their foe. The mortars soon opened fire, launching fragmentation shells towards their enemy.

The Chaldeans, for their part, returned fire, splitting it equally between the Imperial troops on the walls, and the retreating and remaining walker, yelling wildly as they continued their fervent advance.

Time would soon tell who would take the worse beating.

-Fortress Command Post-​

Alasdair nodded back at the Sullustan, then carefully looked down at his holographic map of the battle, various information being fed to him from far above both in the air and in space. They seemed to be doing well so far from what he could tell, if he had to eyeball it, nearly three companies worth of the ragged Chaldean fighters had been cut down, spread amongst their formations. They were already down to only 2/3rds strength and they had not even begun to climb the walls. It did not look good for the initial attacking wave.

But they have many, many more of those on the way…

Glancing back up at the Sullustan, he nodded.

“I need you to hold the walls and that courtyard as long as possible. Rally the men, cut the enemies down yourself. We need to get at least half the refugees out of here before that falls and we have to retreat to the inner keep. You’re looking at being outnumbered by those types of troops at least six to one…they’re moving three more ‘regiments’ if you can call them that towards us. And those are their more disposable troops…”

He paused for a moment.

“There’s a skilled engineer woman here I hear, with the refugees somewhere. I’m not sure if this is her specialty, but we need someone to set up and activate a minefield and some hidden traps so that when the wall does eventually fall and we have to pull back, it will buy us even more time or cost them even more men and material. Set up some key areas to explode when we lose them and the like. She might be quite helpful supplementing our combat engineers. If you see her, send her to me.”

Jegy Sesara Lira Virel Aziraphale Ivixa Nera'kas Kai Bamarri

 

[Aziraphale]

TAGS: Alasdair Voland Jegy Sesara Lira Virel Ivixa Nera'kas Kai Bamarri

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Amidst the chaotic battleground, Aziraphale stood as a formidable presence, their imposing figure towering at nearly 6'6''. A mixture of fear and curiosity often followed in their wake to those unfamiliar with the man, for Aziraphale's figure was both daunting and captivating. Silent as a shadow, Aziraphale's voice rarely broke the stillness, their presence carrying an air of quiet menace. Though their piercing gaze and the intensity of their actions could unnerve those around them, Aziraphale's true nature remained unknown. Their fiery auburn-red hair flowed down their back, lending them an ethereal aura. With icy blue eyes, their gaze scanned all who approached the Commander, scrutinizing every detail.

As they stood beside their commanding officer, Aziraphale frequently cast glances across the war-torn landscape, their vigilance akin to a guard dog, ever watchful and alert. Their presence remained silent, their attention sharp, and their mind focused on the surroundings.

While the Commander strategized the defense of the crucial building, Aziraphale's role became twofold. First and foremost, their lethal skills ensured the safety of the Commander, guarding their every move with unwavering dedication. Their scrutinizing gaze missed nothing, ready to react swiftly to any potential threat approaching the Commander.

Simultaneously, Aziraphale fulfilled another vital duty—keeping a watchful eye on the surroundings for any signs of escalation. They stood prepared to be dispatched in the face of larger threats, ready to neutralize any danger that threatened the stability of their command post.

As the battle raged on, Aziraphale remained an unwavering guardian, embodying dedication to the protection of their Commander.

Armed to the teeth and cloaked in darkness, Aziraphale's arsenal seamlessly blended with their attire. Within the obsidian-clad depths of their form, a variety of weapons rested, awaiting deployment at a moment's notice. Faintly discernible to keen observers, their arsenal included slender twin blades, a compact blaster pistol discreetly nestled at their side, a small pouch hidden in plain sight, containing concealed tools, throwing knives discreetly secured within a dark leather-bound bandolier, and a wrist-mounted derringer-style mechanism integrated seamlessly with their ensemble.

Amongst their blackened garb, a peculiar set of objects hung from their hip, resembling the hilt of a lightsaber. However, it bore unique features—metallic chords and small attached devices—setting it apart from the traditional weapon.

Each weapon, streamlined and blending with their dark leather attire, epitomized Aziraphale's lethal persona. Their arsenal harmonized in its muted color palette, aligning with their enigmatic nature and exuding an ominous air of effectiveness.

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[Amani Serys]

Objective I
Calabiyau, Chaldea
Alicio Organa - Kai Bamarri - Gweneth Zarari - Others

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Amani's own relief burned away into a scowl. Xenophobic ideals continued to fester in corners of the galaxy, but few could actualize their hate in such an easy execution of cruelty, "Then they'll die over it." She said with atypical coldness. There was no justification for their actions here today that could diminish the truth of their hate. If they would turn to inciting a pogrom of the refugees they had once welcomed onto their soil, then they would in turn taste the consequences.

Alicio took on a commanding presence that spurred the defenders to action. The royal guards split off, some securing a perimeter around the landing area, while others went to assist in city defense and civilian recovery. "So this Potentium— What should I know?" Amani asked, drawing the hilt of her standard saber. She had a general understanding of their decided distaste for Force-sensitives, but the planet had barely been on her radar until very recently. The Jedi metaphysically reached out, trying to track down motes of life scattered throughout the city. Some of the presences were almost flickering and faint, as if the connection was being disrupted.

 

[Valery Noble]

Chaldea

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

"Come on, there's plenty of room on the ship!" Valery called out, as she helped guide a group of people into one of the transports. It had been so long ago that she visited Chaldea with Iris, but now it felt like it was a different world entirely. Or she simply remembered far less about it than she would have liked. Today, it didn't matter — people were in need, and Alicio Organa had requested help from the Jedi.

As soon as she was able to, she answered the call.

Somewhere out there, Valery could feel various battles raging on, but she wasn't going to look for confrontation unless it was necessary. Her focus was purely on the people who needed help. They were terrified, some had lost their homes or even loved ones. The pain of refugees was a tremor in the Force she couldn't ever ignore.

Especially not since the Maw's first attack targeting Empress Teta, when she had lost her own home.

"Don't push, stay calm and help each other! I promise I'll keep you safe!"

 

[Jogerda of Chaldea]

Objective I: Kill Them All
POV: Fergus Murdoch, Chaldean Paladin
Location: Somewhere near fortress, Calabiyau
Tags: Jegy Sesara Alasdair Voland Aziraphale Lira Virel Ivixa Nera'kas

Starfighters screamed overhead as the Chaldean Air Force descended upon Calabiyau. Bombs fell, crashing into buildings and wiping out whole blocks. They were all headed toward the fortress, where the battle was thickest.

Their guns opened fire on the Imperial walkers, seeking to destroy them. A trio of strike corvettes unleashed a barrage of nano missiles, then swooped in for a landing. Under cover of the starfighters, they unloaded fresh troops, arms and ammunition onto the battlefield.

Fergus Murdoch stepped off the transport, his armored feet clanking against the ruined ground. He was accompanied by a dozen others—six of his fellow Paladins, and six more Mystics. All of them were veterans of the Chaldean Civil War, chosen for their experience and martial prowess to accomplish a special mission: eradicating the Force Users.

Their presence had a profound effect on the morale of the Chaldean army—and immediately drew the attention of hostiles. Fergus ignited his flamesword, deflecting the blaster bolts that came his way with cybernetically-enhanced reflexes. Any shots he failed to block hit his energy shields, making them flare up around him like a bloody aura as he rushed his prey, taking down the soldiers.

"Tony!" he shouted to one of the Mystics, a male Nagai. "You with me?"

Tony made an affirmative gesture, tilting his neck from side to side with a satisfying crack, and deftly moved across the square to Fergus' side. He wielded an energy bow, firing arrows of pure energy at their foes.

The other Paladins and Mystics leaped into action, drawing their weapons and firing at the enemy. The battered Chaldeans rallied around them, seizing the gear and ammo the ships had dropped. Among them were rocket launchers and sonic bazookas, which they turned upon the walkers and the fortress itself.

Fergus was single-minded in his pursuit of Force Users, mowing down anyone in his path with stone-cold efficiency. "Where are they?" he asked Tony. "Where are the Jedi?"

Tilting his head from side to side with a satisfying pop, Tony pointed to the old cathedral. Fergus scowled. "What a fitting symbol of the heathen filth polluting our world," he muttered. "Jedi and degenerate secularists holing up in an abandoned cathedral."

"So this Potentium—What should I know?"

The sounds of blaster fire came steadily closer to the cathedral as Fergus and Tony made their way up the street, accompanied by Chaldean soldiers inflamed with religious fervor. Most of them were no more than mere rabble recruited to kill refugees, outfitted with standard armor and weaponry and a few weeks' training. But their heroes were in their midst now; to fight and die alongside them was the highest of honors. As for their enemies, well, they were fethed.

Fergus cut through the gate to the cathedral courtyard with his flamesword, and the soldiers flanking him opened fire.

Amani Serys Alicio Organa​

 

[Shan Pavond]

Objective 1
Tags: Open!
Padawan Pavond
Outfit (ignore the saber)

He could feel the ground rumbling more and more with every explosion that was going off. Every potential explosion was another person killed. As much as that angered Shan, he shoved it into the back of his mind. It was more important for him to keep moving. Every so often, Shan would hide against a building, taking a few moments to catch his breath and looking out around the area for any sign of movement. For either anyone hostile or for anyone who needed his aid. He knew he should have stayed in the evacuation zone but he had started to take more risks than he normally would.

IT would have been better if he had some way to disguise himself...or some form of actual armour. Hm...His eyes darted around the streets once more. If he could find a building to throw himself into, he might be able to find something that could help him...but at the same time looting felt wrong. But was it wrong if it was something that could help him save more people? No. No. It was fine. As long as he wasn't just taking things for personal gain, he'd be able to help more people if he had more ways to protect himself.

So he searched for the first building he could actually enter. Still keeping his eyes and ears open for anyone that might need him. Saving people came first, but if he could find something that could be useful? You could bet that he was going to snatch it up. For now, he was just holding his lightsaber out almost like a flashlight as he headed into the building. Was it a good idea to yell out and see if anyone was in there? No. Did that mean Shan was going to do it anyway? Yes. "Hello!? Is anyone there?! I'm here to help! Call out if you can hear me and I'll come to you!"

 

[Alasdair Voland]

Objective I/3: Ancient Calabiyau Fortress (DM to join, Jedi welcome!)

Total Casualties(so far)

Imperial

10 Heavy/Medium Walkers.
550 Army Troopers.

Chaldean

447 "Liberators"
3 Corvettes
5 Paladins
4 Mystics
24 Starfighters



Pre-Battle Formations
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The Sad Remainder Left Alive

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The battle for the gates and outer courtyard of the fortress was a hard fought and extremely bloody one for both sides, losses that would be felt even more heavily by the outnumbered Imperials who fought to the death knowing that every minute they continued fighting was another life saved. Any Force Sensitive in the area would feel the devastating amount of carnage and destruction playing out at the fortress as chill waves of death flowed through the mysterious energy field like tidal waves.

First, the Imperial Army Troopers on the wall opened fire on the overwhelming number of Chaldean “liberators” on the outside of the fortress, pouring down wave after wave of blaster fire and mortars and receiving fire in return. They inflicted devastating losses initially, cutting down dozens with almost none lost among themselves. That was before multiple lucky enemy artillery strikes landed in the middle of two of the companies, significantly thinning them out on the walls as shrapnel and explosives tore through the ranks of the poor average soldier of the Empire and opened breaches in the walls. This was quickly exploited by the Chaldeans, who poured through and began engaging the infantry in hand to hand combat, where their upper hand in numbers won out over the Imperials training. At the end of it all, all two and a half companies of the Imperials on the walls were wiped out to the last man, with the Chaldeans only taking roughly half the number of losses, screaming victoriously as they stood over the bodies of their foes.

The trouble for the army troopers did not end there, as five elite Chaldean Paladins landed from the air like some kind of red angels in the center of the outer courtyard amongst the two and a half companies of troops. The crimson clad elite warriors with their armor and valor cut a swathe through the panicked army troopers, blaster fire seeming entirely ineffective against their strong armor as they cut through scores of soldiers like they were carving a cake. Slowly, ever so slowly, they fell one by one, but only after taking nearly an entire platoon of men down with them each. By the end of the fighting, all five Paladins lay dead amongst over two hundred dead and wounded Army troopers, the remainder scattering for dear life rather than face the Mystics who were even more powerful behind them.

Luckily for the Imperials, there was one saving grace on this section of the battle, and that was that their walkers and the enemy’s aircraft had appeared to effectively cancel each other out, and enough walkers had survived to distract the Mystics. Alasdair, biting his lip in rage at losing almost half his command, ordered his cloaked Stealth Tie Interceptors, Fighters, and the Chimaera IV to open fire on the five powerful Force wielders, each alone capable of fighting multiple Jedi. He would be damned if they would make it to his elite troops alive.

Heavy blaster cannon fire and a few targeted low power turbolaser shots rained down on the mystics who attempted to shield themselves with some variant of Force Barrier. They held up under a remarkable amount of heavy fire, but in the end four out of the five of them lay dead, with the remaining one dropping his barrier and acting dazed, but alive from a volley of fire that should have killed any normal being.

In the end, the only living things in the entire front section of the fortress were the two Retribution walkers already making their way into the inner gates, a single dazed Chaldean mystic, and a jubilant crowd of liberators standing amongst the rubble of ruined walkers, down starships, and corpses by the husbands.

( Jegy Sesara and Jogerda of Chaldea posts will describe the fighting between their forces/mine from their perspective).

--------------------------------------Imperial Command Post-----------------------------​

"What a total frakking karkshow..." Alasdair muttered to himself, watching the devastation on his holographic map, his mood turning sour at the same rate his men's blood were being spilled on the field. "Where are we on the evacuation efforts?"

"Approximately half of the refugees have been evacuated, sir." Replied an increasingly nervous looking aide.

"Did we save more lives than we lost here?" Alasdair asked grimly.

"Yes sir! Approximately 2,000 have already made it off with the time we bought..." The aide said, trying to spin it in a positive way.

"I see. Thank you." Alasdair replied, before turning his attention back to his map, glumly awaiting the news of any more casualties. He did what he could to minimize them on his side, but like they said, very rarely did any plan survive contact with the enemy.

Jegy Sesara Ivixa Nera'kas Jogerda of Chaldea Aziraphale Lira Virel Valery Noble Shan Pavond Amani Serys Kai Bamarri Micheal Nox Gweneth Zarari Ko Vuto .

 

[Alicio Organa]

Calabiyau, Chaldea
OBJECTIVE 1
- Amani Serys - Jogerda of Chaldea - Open
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"Then they'll die over it."

Alicio couldn't help but frown. The crimes of the Chaldean army were nothing but heinous, unforgivable, detestable... But condemning them to death left the Count with a sour taste in his mouth. Still, he nodded, understanding that there could be no hesitation. His retribution would be swift, precise, deadly.

Every second counted.

"Their mystics can cut you off from the Force from a distance," he noted, turning his grey eyes to the doorway. "They can sever it permanently, but I've been told it's against their code to do so against the target's will." If there was anything Alicio knew now, it was that the Potentium would die before breaking their laws. "Beyond that..."

A stab of danger through the Force, spicing his tongue. A few seconds away. Alicio drew his lightsaber from his cloak, extending his flesh-and-blood hand towards the gate. He barked out a warning to the guard in the area. "They're here. Ready!"

He would only have a few moments before his Future-sight betrayed him. He had to time it perfectly. He looked to Amani, one last loving look in his eye as he faced her. "I'll get the Mystics' attention, give you a chance. Hit them hard, love."

The heavy doors were cut down, and a hail of blaster and rifle fire blanketed the open doorway. Alicio gathered all the courage, all the fear, all the intense care he could muster, and turned it into power. He poured everything he had into it, knowing that the Force would soon leave him. Frost sprouted from his fingertips, crawling up his sleeve, shooting numbing pain up his arm. He made a claw, and raked it across the air.

The Chaldean soldiers behind the Paladin and his mystic companion would feel the effects of his cryokinesis, as their metabolisms slowed, their internal temperatures cooling dangerously. Alicio was stealing away their very life force, the snarl of a winter storm on his face.

He would quickly become the target of a Force-cancelling effect, he knew. Hopefully, the impressive display would give Amani a chance to hit them where it hurt.

 

[Jegy Sesara]

Objective 1/3: Ancient Calabiyau Fortress
Retreating Compromise:
"COB" AW-TS Dropship

Alpha Battalion "Icarii-Anax"​

2x "COB" Retribution Assault Artillery Walker

Tags: Ivixa Nera'kas Aziraphale Lira Virel Jogerda of Chaldea Mellifluous Magenta @​

"Sector One is being overrun! We are firing all weapons!"
"Negative, fire on airspace, we are being over-ARHGHHH!!!"

A mixture of surprise and disaster filled the communications as the skilled Armored Walker pilots screeched over communications. Their only goal with this entire disaster of a sortie was to now start a retreat, there was just an overwhelming amount of air support! Focusing on that as their primary goal, mixtures of missiles, proton torpedos and seismic missiles screeched into the airspace. All forces converged onto their singular targets as various starfighters were shot out of the sky in droves, corvettes were being pummeled but at the same time, walkers were being destroyed left and right!

One of the Kronos erupted in a spectacular fireball as another whom was a Paladin, actually climbed aboard and was proceeding to somehow PUMMEL the Tengo on its own, resulting in the ammunition feed being sabotaged! On the jump off, it proceeded to erupt in an ammunition explosion and exploded the entire walker in a singular go, standing upward before falling back. So many were being destroyed and all that remained with the Retributions in the very back.

The Retributions in the back were perhaps the sole reason why they were not completely destroyed, clusters upon clusters of proton torpedoes erupted out and without mercy, kept targeting and rearming every single time. Scores of them were destroyed by their might but just as quickly as they were firing them, they soon started to run out. Even with firing their secondary missile launchers, they soon ran out of proton missiles and were now dry, relying right at the end with smaller missile launchers of seismic missile variety and anti-armor missiles. Finally, the skies seemed to clear but their position was compromised and all communication from the front line had ceased. With a quick ammo check, their ammunition stores were extremely low, they were not going to survive another attack.

"This is Delta One, we are going for evac! I say again, we are evacing! To many casualties, to many! Inform the employe-
"He is being informed, the Sullustan has target designation one last time, await his command then get into the dropship. Command out."

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Jegy Sesara
Gear: Inquisition Lightsaber, Scout Pistol

Listening intently towards the Commander, he gave a curt nod and started to back up a few steps, looking side to side as the battle seems to start turning something rather fierce. The gentle rumble of the complex seemed to be throwing the place off as he spoke a bit loudly as his left hand gripped his throat.

"I will see what I can do for the men, though I fear it may be to late...but I will go towards the front line. If I see this...engineer, I will notify but this battle is starting to seem...lost."

Going to the side, he jumped off the side of the fortress and tried to rush out towards the battlefield, only for the air raid to have begun and was thrown harshly into the wall! Flying off for a moment, he impacted and tumbled a few times as he briefly lost his sight. The ringing in his ears filled up as he tried to slowly get up as starfighters screeched overhead, multiple blaster cannons fired, missiles streaked around him. Trying to move, he saw the wreckage of a starfighter screech overhead and collide into the fortress wall. Shaking his head as he controlled the pain, he started to move forward till he collapsed in front of an old doorway, waiting for the chaos of battle to subside.

His mind was still in shambles, disorientated and needed a moment to process everything that was going on. It had been close to nine hundred years since he had returned to a large battlefield such as this. Grasping his forehead with his left hand, he focused on the Force to heal some of his wounds as he felt it start to seal up and repair what damage was left unseen on his own body. Blinking a few times, he did not know a few minutes had passed and part of the battle had ended. Walking out from the doorway, he had noticed what could only be described as Armageddon.

The Armored Walkers he had brought, were all but in ruins. Save for the artillery that was present, the walls looked as if they were partly imploded, scores of wreckage littered the battlefield. All around them, was bodies and the ground destroyed from the bottom up. From afar, he could see what remains of the soldiers, some trying to crawl away from the zealots and were only to be shot on the ground, stabbed or killed in some gruesome fashion. He noticed strangely a group of people moving together, he could only sense something with them was amiss. Standing up completely, there was a crackle from his datapad as he flicked out out of his robes as it spoke out loudly.

"This is Command, we are evacuating, it has become to expensive. Per conditions of contract, you have final attack order. Retributions are out of artillery ammunition and most heavy ordnance. Directing to Delta One."
"Delta One, what is your ammunition count?"
"Not good, we have some fragmentation missiles, at least a salvo of concussion missiles and a full stock of incendiary missiles."
"Then you have your order, load the incendiary, coat the area with fire."
"It will kill any survivors, this is gel not-"
"You are being ordered, coat the area without remorse, blind fire upon them."

Standing up a bit better, he started to stride towards the front of the battlefield as he felt a fire of determination fill back into his body. Raising his voice, the Force echoed his voice into almost a megaphone, screeching it out towards the soldiers before him as the missiles erupted from the walkers. Forcing both hands out, his green orbs of eyes started to pale a dimmer grayish green as the ten incendiary missiles fired out in a large spread. With them controlled with the Force, streaking them out towards the walls as his voice started to bellow even louder, his brow furrowed and his presence in the Force becoming far greater than before, allowing himself to be seen without hesitation without fear of retribution in physicals form and forces own signature, even letting Jogerda of Chaldea if she was even close enough, to feel where his raw signature was, like a challenge of authority!

"Today is the day of Ashla! You did not want to come in Peace, but rather be of the unforgiving sword that slayed the people into eternal rest, the wickedness that comes from Bogan itself! Your actions has brought forth upon misery and despair among thousands, despair that had called Ashla once more to me! Ashla has chosen me once more, to become its judge upon the very people that has brought despair upon this land! For that, my judgement has been decided..."

"To Cleanse these Heretics in the Fires of Bogan!"​

With that, he finally slammed the missiles forward with extreme prejudice, without remorse or thought of casualties that may still remain among their own forces. The walls were slammed into, large splatters of the incendiary gel coated upon it and all around the grounds. If soldiers were on top of the wall, they would be coated with what felt like searing fire that never ran out. Each missile collided with a group with a pair even going towards the Mystic group, even if the Sullustan had no idea who they were still fully. Slamming down before the ground, the gel would coat onto the land and with a swift breeze, erupted into flames several moments later...along with the rest of the soldiers around them, the gel reacting to the oxygen in the air and creating what could only be described as a violent, fire blazed war crime against humanity.

The Sullustan watched still as his hands lowered slowly as he felt a vast storage of his energy drained in the Force. It took a good chunk of his energy to do that, to focus and direct all ten missiles at particular spots he envisioned! He did not want to even admit, even though he grew up in the Tusken culture, his little sermon made his voice a tad harsh, unused to speaking in such a loud booming tone in quite a while. Gripping onto his lightsaber now, he pulled on the pair as they split apart and ignited in a flair of Red and Blue, as if symbolizing the darkness of Bogan and the light of Ashla all at once. Booming with his voice once more, his voice strained but he spoke highly as he directed his voice upwards with his blades pointed, trying to rile up the soldiers that remained on the walls, the ones weary from battle with his own war like cry. Coming directly from the heart, believing still from over nine hundred years ago what he fought to be true with his blades extended to his sides, one coated in the blue aura and the other coated in red.

"For the Empire!!!"​

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Location: Ancient Calabiyau Fortress - Calabiyau - Chaldea
Objective: I - Evacuation & Defense
Tags: Jegy Sesara Lira Virel Alasdair Voland Aziraphale Jogerda of Chaldea

The tiny sniper soared from one rooftop to another before finally settling on a new vantage point on top of an office building, at which point she tucked into a roll upon landing. From there, her armor changed color to blend in with the surrounding environment as she pulled out her rifle and began to scan the distant battlefield. Already, the walls were being overrun with zealots and artillery fire had left scores of wounded within the ranks of the Army Troopers. Hoping to relive them, Ivixa deactivated the safe in her rifle and set her sights on one of the Chaldean officers. A moment and a trigger pull later, his head was reduced to a small cloud of red mist within her scope, at which point the sniper swiftly set her sights on a second target and gave him the same fate, before cutting down a third and a fourth with quick shots to their chests that blew open their thoracic cavities.

Still, there were more.

Snap-whip! Snap-whip!

Three more Chaldean zealots were felled in two shots, the former of which saw the accelerated slug punch through a soldier’s skull before blowing open the chest of another directly behind her target, while the latter projectile struck down a vibroaxe-wielding berserker with a shot to the chest mere moments before he would have struck a killing blow on a wounded Army Trooper. Instead, the Army Trooper was finished off with a shotgun blast to the skull that blew open his cranial cavity, splattering the brains within across the duracrete walkway, intermixing with the messy viscera of the berserker Ivixa had killed only moments before. Without a moment’s pause, Ivixa snapped her sights onto the shotgunner. With only a gentle squeeze of the trigger, she reduced his abdominal cavity to a messy paste, turning the organs within to a crimson mush. He would take some time to die, but the tiny sniper didn’t intend to waste time or ammunition on a mercy kill.

Instead, Ivixa would allow him to suffer, so that she might better slay more of his comrades.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Ivixa’s Phase II “Glitter Ghost” Sniper Armor
  
  • Undersuit
    
    • UL-14 “Virtus” Class Underlay
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - R/L
  • B-11 “Greitis” Class Combat Boots
    
    • FAE/MDW-01 Active Defense System (2) - R/L
      
      • Pink Vapor Nano Missiles
      • Pink Vapor Nano Missiles
  • Droid
    
    • ASBF-X86p “Njósnari” Probe Droid
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Breshig War Forge Consolidated SR-2M Verpine Shatter Rifle
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-100x FAE/S-08 Electro-Scope
    • Reflec Coating
  • Ammunition
    
    • 20-Round Detachable AP Magazine (4)
• HH-38 “Geysa” Hybrid Pistol
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • 16 Bullet Standard Magazine (4)
    • Ethaerium Power Cell (4)

 

[Jogerda of Chaldea]

Objective I: Kill Them All
Location: Outskirts of Calabiyau
Tags: Ko Vuto

The tank Jogerda had hitched a ride on began to malfunction. It wasn’t clear to the operators what was wrong, but she could sense the ripples in the Force as the circuitry was manipulated. Jedi.

Summoning an engineer and explaining what had happened in quick terms, she sent him to work repairing the tank. Then, grasping the strands which connected back to the Jedi, she traced them to their source and suppressed them.

“Jedi!” she called. “I know you’re there. Come out and face me.”

 

[Arcadian]

Location: Chaldea | Objective: Loot (and Possibly Shoot)

​

Cade grimaced as Micheal Nox extracted the information from one of the Academy's acolytes. Some form of foul mind trickery employed by the Force. But the man before him did not seem to be a Jedi. This heist just got much more complicated.

The helmeted Ubese stuck to the shadows, hiding on the landing above behind a marble pillar. From here, he watched with interest, wondering what the best move was now that the board had a few more players. Pirates, Sith, the Alliance... Chaldea was a hotbed of opposition. He was unsure if the dark man would kill him outright or broker an alliance, so for now, Arcadian elected to keep his presence unknown. He'd keep to the shadows, lurking two steps behind but close enough to benefit from the man's heavy lifting.

He had to stay focused.

The holocron could very well be the dark man's mark, and if it was, Cade had to be ready to take it if necessary.

Tags: Taeli Raaf | Micheal Nox | OPEN​

 

[Ko Vuto]

Objective: 1
Location: Calabiyau Outskirts
Tags: Jogerda of Chaldea

​

It wasn’t hard for the Padawan to know that he was succeeding in his little sabotage. Which gave him some confidence. However, he felt the presence of another in The Force. That felt as though it shot back at him for messing with the repulsor tank. Ko recoiled some from where he was as a nullifying energy impacted him. Cause him to lose focus and no longer telekinetically undermine the tank.

Ko gritted his teeth under his mask. The strange power concerned him as he heard the telepathic challenge. At first he was hesitant. It seemed like a bad idea to deal with such a person. He was here to stall the enemy forces the best he could. Getting bogged down in a fight would likely be a mistake. But at the same time he had the sense that whoever this was might be in a position of authority. If a commander was too busy fighting him, then that meant they weren’t commanding their forces. So it still might be the right call.

Finally Ko stepped out into view of the repulsor tank, actually willing to accept the challenge. Standing before the malfunctioning tank Ko telekinetically summoned his lightsaber hilt to his clawed hand and ignited its green blade. Readying himself the best he can for whatever happens next.

 

[Jogerda of Chaldea]

Objective I: Kill Them All
Location: Outskirts of Calabiyau
Tags: Ko Vuto

Jogerda didn’t need to track him down; the Jedi stepped out in front of the tank. The gunners took aim, ready to blast him into oblivion, but she stopped them. “I’ll handle this one.”

She hopped down from the tank and stood before the Jedi. He was a Kel Dor, dressed in robes, wielding a green lightsaber.

Jogerda drew her sword. The songsteel blade gleamed, reflecting the flames of the burning buildings around them. There was nothing to say to him, and apparently he had nothing to say to her.

So, without further ado, she struck, swinging her sword at his head.

 

[Kai Bamarri]

Objective I: Save the Refugees
Location: Calabiyau
Tags: Gweneth Zarari

Someone on a rooftop started shooting at them. Gwen changed into a primate form, shimmied up to the balcony, and knocked out the shooter. He appeared to be a Chaldean scout—and according to the telepathic message Gwen sent to Kai, he had managed to tell the enemy where the refugees were hiding.

The Sithspawn didn’t know what to do. They had no choice but to keep bringing refugees to the cathedral—there was nowhere else safe enough to put them. Unless… <Can you find another building that’s secure enough to withstand attack?> he asked Gwen. With her changeling abilities, she could probably make her way across the city pretty quickly. <Some place big and sturdy, like the—>

“Fire!” someone shouted to his left. Kai drew his lightsaber, deflecting the bolts that came sailing in his direction. A squad of Chaldean soldiers stood just down the street. They had been trying to break down a door when they spotted him.

Several fell to their own bolts deflected back at them. Kai lunged forward, cutting them down with relative ease. When they were all dead, he approached the barred door. He could sense living presences inside…

The door suddenly opened, and there stood Persis Solusar, the Head Mystic. Kai immediately held his lightsaber out, ready to attack her, only to hesitate when he saw other figures huddled behind her. More refugees.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded. “Shouldn’t you be hunting these people with the Potentiate forces?”

“I came to find you,” she replied. Slowly, she reached into her voluminous robes and produced a sword. Tania’s sword. “You left it on Senator Organa’s ship.”

She held it out. Once, Kai would’ve refused it. He was somewhat reluctant even now to take the sword. But take it he did, holding the legendary blade in his right hand and his lightsaber hilt in his left. To the refugees, he said, “It’s not safe here. Follow me, and I’ll take you someplace where you’ll be protected.” They rallied around him, more out of desperation and fear than trust. He turned to Persis, biting his lip. “You can come with us.”

She shook her head. “I’ve already done what I came here to do. My story is finished.” A faint smile curled her lips, though her sightless eyes were mournful. “I was once like you, trying to fight fate. I even tried to keep Messala from taking you away all those years ago. But destiny has a way of catching up to us all. I had loved him once, and because I loved him still, I couldn’t stop him. But that is what was supposed to happen. It was as the prophecy foretold.”

As she spoke, she briefly laid a hand against his cheek, before letting it drop and turning away. Kai watched her go, an expression of surreal shock on his face. Then, the Force issued a dire warning. “Come on!” he cried, running down the street as bombs shrieked overhead.

 

[Aziraphale]

TAGS: @Tags: @Alasdair @Jegy Sestood Lira Virel Ivixa Nera'kas Jogerda of Chaldea

As Aziraphale stood amidst the command post, an unsettling calm radiating from their very being. While others around them showed signs of stress, their countenance remained serene, almost detached. As the clamor of battle echoed in the distance, Aziraphale closed their eyes, embracing the dark energy that permeated the air.

A faint smile curled upon their lips as they attuned themselves to the ebb and flow of the Force. The sensation of death and destruction, like a symphony of anguish, reached their senses. With each passing moment, the weight of countless lives extinguished washed over them, yet Aziraphale's expression remained unyielding.

Taking a deep, relaxed breath, they let the sensations wash over them, reveling in the power that thrived amidst the chaos. A soft sigh escaped their lips, a chilling exhale that sent shivers down the spines of those nearby. It was in these moments that Aziraphale's true nature revealed itself—a force of darkness, untethered by empathy or remorse.

While others were burdened by the horrors of war, Aziraphale embraced them, finding solace and tranquility amidst the carnage. Their calmness, in the face of unimaginable suffering, may have sent a chill down the spines of their comrades. It was as if they were a predator, poised and in control, their very presence instilling both awe and dread.

Amidst the turmoil, Aziraphale's ominous and terrifying aura persisted, their unsettling calmness an puzzle in itself. Their ability to detach from the horrors around them, instead drawing strength from the despair, set them apart as an embodiment of darkness. Their tranquil demeanor, juxtaposed against the high-stakes environment, made them an unsettling figure—a harbinger of doom amidst the chaos of war.

Aziraphale's piercing blue eyes fixated on Alasdair, their commanding officer, as the chaos of battle raged on. With a soft, cryptic tone, they broke the silence that they had held.

"Commander Alasdair, may I inquire if you are pleased with the current efficiency of your... toys?" Aziraphale's voice carried an unsettling weight, their words lingering in the air like a premonition.

Their gaze remained fixed on Alasdair, an unnerving intensity behind their eyes. The question held an undercurrent of dark satisfaction, as if they relished the effectiveness of their deadly arsenal. There was an eerie confidence in their tone, as if they already knew the answer and reveled in the response that awaited.

Or perhaps he was taking delight in watching the expressions that played out on the Commander's face as the weight of his position weighed on his shoulders in these momments of immense death and suffering.

Despite the turmoil surrounding them, Aziraphale's calm demeanor remained, and only amplified the chilling and dread filled atmosphere.

 

[Amani Serys]

Objective I
Calabiyau, Chaldea
Alicio Organa - Jogerda of Chaldea​

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In contrast to her husband, Amani was quite out of patience with people like the Potentium. If they were so eager to massacre innocents, then they would face the necessary justice. The refugees’ lives could not be endangered because she hesitated in the face of bloodthirsty zealots. These killers would be given one chance. After that, she would do what she must.

"Their mystics can cut you off from the Force from a distance," he noted, turning his grey eyes to the doorway. "They can sever it permanently, but I've been told it's against their code to do so against the target's will."

"How polite of them," Amani grumbled, checking over her gear. Then, the fight had reached them. Danger thumped against her skull, and the door broke down under the Chaldeans' assault. Alliance forces posted up, and immediately began to barrage the chokepoint with blaster fire. Alicio made a grand display of cryokinetic power, sapping away at the mob of attackers. Hopefully, drawing the attention of their leadership in the process.

Amani closed in with swift, deadly efficiency, intending to cut down the Mystic before they could register all that was happening. Whatever remained was left with a lone warning, "Turn your forces back now. This betrayal of people you once welcomed has already stained Chaldea's honor enough," The Jedi flourished her sword, the blue beam humming with anger, "You won't be given another chance."

 

[Ko Vuto]

Objective: 1
Location: Calabiyau Outskirts
Tags: Jogerda of Chaldea

Ko was nervous right now. His knees and legs shook some. He was scared but wouldn’t let that stop him now as he faced down the tank. Was it foolish for him to so openly confront such a war machine? Possibly. Most Likely.

He watched the one he seemed to be incharge exited the vehicle and hopped down from it. Ko got an eerie feeling from her. She was young, couldn't be older than him, and was clad in knightly armor. Watching as she drew her shiny sword. He imagined it wouldn’t be an easy weapon for him to carve past with his own lightsaber.

Still there was something odd about her presence that the padawan couldn’t quite recognize. He just felt off, like Force itself was more reluctant to whisper its guidance to him with her around. But at the moment Ko had nothing to say to her. No pleading for them to stop, no negotiations. Thoughts options were already thrown out the window long ago. He couldn’t let himself get tunnel vision now however. He was here to stall, not dish out retribution like his better nature demanded of him as a Kel Dor.

It felt as though there was only a second of “calm” amongst the smoldering buildings, the heat of which licked against Ko’s leathery skin. His lightsaber hummed as he held it in a neutral stance before she made the first move. With direct and determined movements to strike at his head. Snapping his saber out perpendicular to her own to defend himself his green energy blade crackled some against hers. Like Ko suspected a moment ago piror it didn’t cut through, it was resistant. With his weapon against hers he held it in both hands and pushed back some before pulling up his leg and quickly extending it out to kick at her center of mass. Striking the bottom of his boot against her breastplate to knock his opponent back.

 

[Micheal Nox]

"Puzzles, traps, tricks. You Force Users are always so eager to make people prove themselves worthy in your eyes. Don't you think that's a bit arrogant?" Micheal made small talk with the Acolyte he'd dominated the mind of, though it was little more than just talking to himself. Wouldn't be the first time, really. He kept a much too wide smile on his face. Even as he saw the violence ahead. Pirates.

Ah, so word had indeed gotten out. He kept his hands calmly by his side as he walked towards the doors, even as others were being shot and cut down. A gun turned towards him, but it would never go off. Instead the man holding it found himself without an arm. Then, without a head.

Micheal's priests struck from the shadows. Turned out having some assassin types as his personal guard made it easy to sow fear in his enemies.

"The Open Hand won't kill you, if you stay out of our way. But if you continue to stay in our way, well, I hope you find peace in death."

Taeli Raaf | Jogerda of Chaldea | Arcadian | Laphisto