Behold, A Pale Horse! [T1 Dominion of Janara]

[Progflaw99]

Objective II | Post I​

Strike Team Rancor​

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The familiar rattle of gear, the sounds of lesser men and thralls emptying bile into the rusty floor plating - it brought a smirk to the warrior's face. Tyr was no stranger to warfare, born and bred in the heat of the fire, forged by the constant beating of hammer against the anvil. Tattoos and scars complemented the man's rough flesh. A veteran. Disposable, that's what they'd been referred to as since their inception, today was no different. Hundreds of drop ships had been deployed, and that was only counting the Stormtrooper Corps, the Auxiliary? Who knew the number.

Of that number, Tyr was unconvinced that the majority of them would even reach the ground. Many of the Auxiliary assets were retired vessels, shuttles, patched together by both the men who rode in them and engineers who'd managed to draw the ire of their Stormtrooper commanders. It was amazing some of these durasteel boxes managed to make it this far. Entry into the atmosphere had been brief, though his attentive ear could hear at least two confirmed losses as other vessels broke up, unable to withstand the heat and abuse of atmospheric re-entry. None of that was truly his concern, as High Command had said - they were expendable. Another few moments and they would be on the ground. Until then, there was no point in worrying about how many had survived.

[member="Asharad Graush"]

 

[Kayla Wylen]

BYOO
Post 1

A stone's throw away of one of the landing zones Kayla and another group of medical personnel worked hard to set up a perimeter. It was inevitable that Stormtroopers and other First Order combatants would become injured during this invasion, and it was up to their group to make sure that the minorly wounded would be able to head back into battle and the worse for wear made it home safely. The s'kytri would not stick around this place however, instead she would be heading out in the field to provide more direct support. That was not for now however, as every pair of hands was currently needed in setting up the tents and small buildings. Due to her brittle bones however she kept to the lighter things, leaving the heavy work to the others.

"Wylen, you are needed on the battlefield. I was not allowed to know any more details, so they will fill you in when you get there." A stormtrooper had come up to her to deliver the orders, to which Kayla nodded. "Inform them I am leaving immediately. My comm will be up shortly, they can give me their coordinates then." The armored man saluted and the woman made her way to a cylinder and took out her gear, including a set of armor and a helmet. Walking her way back to the now-empty vessel the group arrived in she put her armor on before taking a quick glance at her helmet, the electronics inside springing to life as it covered her head. The woman immediately opened the comms system and connected with the other Ren who called upon her aid. "This is Wylen, I am underway."

 

[Asharad Graush]

Post 4.
Objective II.
[member="Tyr Helgryndr"]

Today was certainly going to be a long day.

A'sharad was the vanguard for the assault on the Janaran Head Quarters.

Breaking through the front lines of the Janara Defense Forces drew much of the attention to the Sith Lord. Soldiers that would've been deployed elsewhere were rerouted to combat Epicant Hybrid, into which they met a swift end fighting the Dark Lord of the Sith. While he was a master of the blade, low levels of Sith Magic were showcased on this day. Force Blast, total annihilation of matter had disintegrated the bodies of these insurrectionists.

Crimson beam came to life, extinguishing life on all sides. In one hand, crimson flashed, in the other, five headed staff tore through armour and flesh like a hot knife through butter.

This was where the Sith Lord had learned to excel.

The field of battle.

Outnumbered, no one to watch over.

Skor - That had been an operation he was forced to watch over multiple branches of the military. Here, the Auxiliary would be deployed in their vast numbers over the prestigious soldiers of the Stormtrooper Corps. Per the Supreme Commander's orders and mandates, the Auxiliary were deployed in the first waves. Softening up the enemy in any way they could, in numbers, or ammunition.

:: Deploy Auxiliary Forces on my location. We take the Head Quarters today. ::​

 

[Braser Steltan]

Post 1, commanding empire class frigate for group 78.1, location: in orbit of Janara

"Damn, how much damage have we sustained lieutenant?" The Lt. Commander barked at his young protege as he laced across the bridge. The Lt. typed away at his view screen as other officers and technicians scrambled around the data pits. Alarms blared and red lights flooded the ship. "Heavy damage to sheilds and a single hull breach on the starboard side sir. We've sealed off the area and our technicians are working as fast as they can. Braser gritted his teeth while he watched the frigate pull away with the rest of their battle group. Group 78.1 had just engaged the 3rd flotilla of the Janaren navy, both sides sustained near equal damage and pulled away to regroup.

A moment later Braser was forcefully rocked from his stance as a laser blast hit the rear shield. "Kark, they're still firing from a distance. Helmsman! Keep us moving forward but I want all four of our heavy turbolasers turned to stern and open fire to cover our retreat." He ordered and strode towards the young Lt's station. The ship creaked as the massive turrets turned and began to return fire on the Protectorate fleet. "Sir, the 4th flotilla had flanked us on our starboard side, they will be within firing range in minutes." He croaked out. "Kark..."

 

[Kayla Wylen]

BYOO
Post 2

As Kayla emerged from the vessel once more she moved like a shadow, unseen by the people around her. When enough distance was made to be completely out of sight she spread her wings, looked up for a moment, and pushed herself up into the air. Flying was something that made her feel free, unfettered by the troubles of the galaxy, but now there was no time to waste. From the sky the battle on the ground could be seen in a different light, flashes of blaster bolts seemingly everywhere as First Order forces pushed up towards the defenses of the enemy.

Through the HUD in her helmet Kayla knew exactly where to go, and it didn't take her very long to find the small group of Ren she was called to meet with. She quickly descended and when she landed she bent her knees a little to soften the impact before looking around They were standing near a building that seemed to be the group's target. "How am I needed?" she asked the Knight who oversaw the operation. He looked over to her and handed her a bag filled with medical supplies to be used on the battlefield before speaking. " We are breaching and entering that building. Stay behind us, and if anything happens to anyone deal with the wounds as much as possible so they can keep going. If anyone gets too severely injured, get them back to a shuttle." It was a role the s'kytri was familiar with, and with a nod she flung he backpack over her shoulder, waiting for the command to move.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Post 4
BYOO

The hushed corridors of the Warspite welcomed the Admiral as Fiolette walked down toward the designated lounge. Her crew had informed her that [member="Caid Centurion"] or rather Ciardha Ren had arrived and there was nothing more to be said. Ren. A Knight, perhaps - most likely she thought the mysterious force using organization said to be Seiger's personal minions. She could scarcely grasp why a direct agent of the Supreme Leader would be here.

Feeling self-concious, the blonde stepped into an officers latrine and took a good, hard look at herself. Fiolette removed her jacket and hung it on a nearby wall hook. From there she delicately rolled up her sleeves and began to clean her face. Once she had towel dabbed her face dry, the blonde finger combed her hair back into a neat bun. She then worked on making herself presentable once more. And as she looked at herself in the mirror once more, the Galidraani swore she saw her former self.

The old Fiolette, silver hair and earned lines on her face glaring. The admiral who had begun to suffer from old age and illness. She would beat death, she would defeat age itself the old crow thought when she first struck the deal with the Alchemists. She looked away and took her uniform jacket and looked back to see her own reflection. Inhale, exhale she instructed herself as she smoothed out the jacket with her hands. When it was done, Fiolette exited the latrine and proceeded toward the observation lounge.

Upon entering she noted the quietness of it. Nothing but the stars that glimmered past them. "And here I thought the Knights of Ren were a myth," and perhaps they still were, "Fle-." She paused, no - that wasn't her anymore either. "Grand Admiral Yvarro at your service, how may I assist you?"

 

[Caid Centurion]

Post 3
BYOO

Caid did not immediately turn as the Grand Admiral entered, though he sensed her presence easily enough. Her comment about the Knights of Ren went without retort. It was not truly his place to comment on whatever element of mystery still remained around the rather secretive organization. More importantly, that was not why he had come.

Turning just as [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] was introducing herself, Caid allowed his piercing silver-green eyes to sweep the length of her form from beneath the hood of his dark cloak. It was an almost involuntary act that he shared with his late father in addition to the bright intensity of their gaze. "Grand Admiral... A promotion, then. Congratulations." The Ren paused for but a moment. "Lord Cameron Centurion. He died during a recent interaction with the Alliance on the FIS Kuragin. You were in command of the station at that time, yes?" Again - Caid didn't waste much time getting to the final point. "Do you have any awareness as to what his purpose was on the station?"

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Post 5
BYOO

All that Fiolette could hear was [member="Caid Centurion"] and the air that was ventilated through the observation lounge. Her enigmatic expression shifted a moment at the mention of Cameron. She had not known of his being aboard the Kuragin at the time. While the blonde kept her bearings, the crack of surprise did break through momentarily. She had not known until now that Cameron had been on the station, would certainly explain why he hadn't been returning her calls.

Her heart sank as she answered the man's questions directly, hands moved to clasp one another behind her back. "No, from my understanding regarding our last interaction. Lord Centurion was an agent of behalf of the Grand Moff. What he does and where he goes is- was, beyond my purview."

In the heat of the moment aboard the Kuragin, her objective had been the station and those on it. The Galactic Alliance made it impossible for her to see to it, and thus her options were quite clear. Detonate the station, but it would be ripped out of hyperspace violently prior to that. She hadn't anticipated the station's violent destruction in such a manner. Fiolette wanted to ask if he was of relation but felt it rather rhetorical as she got a better look at the man in front of her, quite rhetorical. Between this and her personal life falling apart, was it any wonder as to why she'd been crawling into the bottom of the bottle these days? No, not really.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Post 4
BYOO

Caid maintained a steady gaze on [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] as she responded to his inquiry. It seemed like another dead end until a subtle shift in the Force around them piqued Caid's curiosity. Inhaling deeply, the Ren narrowed his eyes at the woman. "Yes that much has been conveyed by the Grand Moff. However, near as has been communicated, he'd been dispatched no official orders to travel to the Kuragin. Despite the man's talents, I rather doubt he foresaw the destruction that was to occur there."

Pausing for a moment, Caid took two steps toward Fiolette. Nothing about his posture conveyed much of a threat, but he couldn't help being a large individual. "Can you think of any reason why he would have traveled to the Kuragin in the absence of official duties?" This time, it was not Fiolette's verbal response that would receive most of Caid's attention.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Post 6
BYOO

Fiolette's eyes locked onto [member="Caid Centurion"]'s form she watched him carefully. She studied his body language and adjusted her position as he drew closer toward her. To be quite honest, no one could have foreseen the destruction there. Sith, Ren, Jedi or some neutral force user claiming to be one thing or the other. She listened to what the young man had to say and once more kept her bearings. If Cameron had not been there officially as dispatched by the Grand Moff herself, then he had been there for her.

He was quite direct with his next question, asking if she knew of why he would have detoured to the station. She had an option or two, she could lie and say she hadn't a clue. Truth was even with a new lease on life, she was a terrible liar. Her eyes shifted, she was thinking and decided on the moment to come out with it. "I gather then that Lord Centurion was there to see me." She relaxed her shoulders a moment and for a brief time Grand Admiral Yvarro disappeared and it was just Fiolette.

"He and I had been seeing one another for sometime, although it was never anything official." The blonde needn't mention the romanticism behind their meetings, for it was rather implied by her body language even as she stood at ease. It explained the message she recieved from him prior to going into her conference that day. Now she wished she had actually opened it, she could still open it...

 

[Caid Centurion]

Post 5
BYOO

Caid's expression, his entire body really, seemed paralyzed at the confession that only confirmed his suspicion. A part of him wanted to smile, to laugh at the reality Cameron was, apparently, still the same man he'd known just prior to his death. Until now, Caid had wondered if maybe his father hadn't been making some attempt to turn over a new leaf.

On the other hand, he felt bad for the woman. The news of his death clearly affected her...perhaps there had been real emotion, connection. Indeed the thought that Cameron was attempting to make a 'surprise' visit was not in keeping with the man's character as far as Caid knew. He would have preferred not to drag anyone through this, but [member="Fiolette Yvarro"]'s emotions were unfortunately about to be subject to precisely that.

"Really. That's very interesting. I'm curious - what did his wife think of this?" The fact that Cameron had been married was information that Caid had only very recently uncovered. Apparently the pair, in their arrogance or stupidity, had shattered the animosity of their relationship by publicly attending an Imperial function together some two years ago.

Obviously - Caid presently had no idea that the woman had died some time ago.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Post 7
BYOO

The mask of the Grand Admiral was off, and Fiolette turned away a moment and then shifted back to face the man once more. She was certainly not expecting any kin of Cameron's to turn up, let alone begin interrogating her about their relationship. "Amore?" She questioned, "I am sorry to say that she has passed." The blonde said as delicately as possible. She did not have to answer to him, but she did so out of courtesy for Cameron. A pair of blue orbs focused their piercing gaze into the emerald orbs of the man in front of her. Cameron had been someone she more than respected, and cared for. Although how deeply had remain to be seen as they had only been together for a short time.

And truly, her being with him only caused her desire for another; Josef. Josef who did not want to undergo the process that she had, to join her in a renewed youth. To cost of which was too high; as she recently learned. There was a myraid of emotion that ran across her face, her military training called to her. Reminded her of who she was and where she was, she was still on the job and entertaining the man for this long had been enough.

Bringing her bearings back, she refused to offer any other information at the moment. "Now was there anything else that I can do for you?"

[member="Caid Centurion"]

 

[Caid Centurion]

Post 6
BYOO

Caid's response was swift and emotionless. "Your apology is unnecessary. She was not my mother." There wasn't much more information to be gleaned from Fiolette at this point. At least, nothing he cared to learn. The quality of the woman's relationship with his late father was not his concern. Further more as they shared no official relationship, there would not be a reason to further communicate on a basis of dispensing with Cameron's considerable estate.

As such, Caid was all too happy to terminate their meeting. "No, Grand Admiral. That will do just fine, thank you." A final nod was all the Ren had to offer the woman before he stepped around her and towards the room's exit. There was yet more to be done in the system prior to his departure.

[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Post 8
BYOO

Fiolette watched and waited for [member="Caid Centurion"] to disappear from her sight and from her ship. The latter of which she would do from her ready room, as she was already on her way there. She was not in the frame of mind to entertain any more questions with regards to her personal life. She was spiraling and all the blonde wanted to do now was to climb into the bottle. By the Balance what was happening she thought, and as she passed through the corridors of the Warspite. None could see the internal struggles, the screams within her head, her clamy hands that she did her best to dry off with a towel the moment she stepped back into the same latrine she used heading down to the observation lounge.

Anxiety gnawed at her every thought. She had confessed to a man, of her affair and had to process it all. It wasn't as if she was still married to Josef. No, but he had been a friend, a confidant and everything she had ever needed and what did she do? She threw it away, cast him aside for some wild eye affair. At least that was nearly five years ago, seven if they were going to be honest about it all. Fiolette shut the stall to the latrine as she finally moved into it. The blonde locked it and sat on the commode and placed her head into her hands.

Some Grand Admiral, she thought.

Pull yourself together, was the next thought.

Fiolette's hand slammed against the latrine door. She was angry, she was angry with herself. Grabbing the paper from the stall she wiped her eyes rose from the seat and threw it down, flushed and exited the stall. She washed her hands and exited. The proud Galidraani woman refused to bow to her own vulnerabilities. As she made her way back to her ready room, she kept her shoulders square, back straight and head held high. Josef, no Josef - Cameron, no Cameron. Her life had never been defined by them but rather her need, or want for someone to hold in the darkest of nights.

And as she slipped back into her ready room and cast off the hair tie. Flung in the direction of her desk, she sighed. There would be no rest tonight, not for her. A sideways glance over to the large monitor and headed back for her desk where her chat with Grand Admiral [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] remained untouched.

She took her seat and began to type up a reply to him.

:: Sounds good, utilizing our ablative technology for a reactive plating system. Found the Zakuul Star Fortress in the old One Sith archives, with our increased productivity across the nation. We can produce fourteen stations. Here are the new specifications ::

Fiolette then attached the holoprint of the new Galidraan, nearly 4KM all around. Quandanium, Titanium, Durasteel, and Turadium all the usual suspects plus upgraded networks and bioencryption security.

 

[Kayla Wylen]

Grouped up at the door of the building the masked group stood as the Knight who oversaw the operation held up his hand with three fingers up. Every second he let one down until the final one, on which he brought a slicing tool to the doorpad and made it slide open. They poured in one by one taking out the armed men with staggering efficiency until they cleared the room they had entered. From there he split up the group in three, leaving Kayla with the Knight and another Disciple. A quick nod later they made their way up a set of stairs.

Up there defensive measures had already been taken by their opposition. Tables were flipped over to serve as cover, blaster fire had made their way the very moment they made their way up. Man after man was taken out as Kayla remained in the back, firing blaster shots while keeping an eye on her two brothers in arms.

 

[Braser Steltan]

Post 2, commanding empire class frigate, location: in orbit over Janara

"Divert as much power to the shields as we can, re-arm concussion missiles and await my orders to fire. Also ready point defense weapons, without them those fighters will tear us apart." The bridge crew fumbled and ran throughout the data pits, typing away at their view screens. Braser showed no emotion on his face as he watched procterate ships pour out of hyperspace. "Sir several fighters are emerging from that Janaran cruiser." He watched the massive ship as enemy fighters poured from its hangar like a swarm of wasps. "Helmsman, move us closer to our star destroyers, we can't fend of those fighters alone we'll need them to help us." The ship quickly backed towards the bulk of the attack group while the fighters cut through the space in no time. The point defense guns vaporized two of the fighters but before they knew it several fighters were dancing through the space around them.

Braser's eyes darted from area to area, watching tie fighters and protectorate ships weave in and out, lighting the darkness with red and green plasma. "Sir concussion missiles have been re armed and we await you're orders." The Lt. Commander walked forward and placed his hands onto the cold steel in front of the windows of the bride. "Fire a volley from our heavy turbolasers to disable their sheilds, they've already taken a beating from our destroyers. After the shields are gone fire two missiles to their bridge and two to their hangar bay." Once again the ship lurched as the massive weapons re adjusted, leaving a jolt as they fell into position. Moments later eight beams of burning green plasma cut through space and ignited against their shields.

The cruiser's shields shimmered, flickered, then died. Leaving the Janaran cruiser completely defenseless. Only seconds after this the four missiles shot through space in a brilliant line. All four weaving between each other until separating. The first two missiles soared towards the hangar, igniting it causing a plume of flame and debris to burst from the belly of the cruiser. The other two missiles burst against their bridge, blowing the command deck to pieces. Braser let a short smile curl up from his lips as he watched the defeated cruiser fall from the darkness of space. However the battle wasn't over, they needed reinforcements, hopefully [member="Cyrus"] Tregassar could provide it.

 

[Progflaw99]

Objective II | Post II​

Strike Team Rancor​

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In a cataclysmic roar of engines flaring beneath the rattle-trap of a landing shuttle jarred the veteran warrior from his thoughts, body tightening as tensed muscle kept him upright. All around him he felt the weight of armored bodies, shifting violently with each bump and shake of the tin box they'd packed into. From his position nearer the front of the craft he heard a low voice over the comms, unmistakable. Supreme Commander Graush. He'd only ever met the man at a distance, this was something else entirely - soon he would be thrown into the bloody melee of combat with the man, at least if he'd heard correctly.

:: Course Correction Set - Homing in on the Supreme Commander's position now ::​

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Tyr's ears hadn't mistaken him. They were the dealers of death, the warriors of hell unleashed upon the living. Some wore helmets, others did not - all were fearsome. Tyr himself had donned a darkened pattern of war paint around his eyes, accenting the darkened tattoos upon his flesh. His beard large, darkened irises and a grim demeanor emanating fear about him. Another shift of the vessel brought them lower to the ground, slowly circling the drop zone before tipping once more to ground. As it did, a loud clang resounded near the rear of the vessel, the boarding ramp opening while the vessel landed. The contact with the ground sent a shock through Tyr's body and a chatter through his teeth but he shook it off, his voice bellowing.

"Out!"​

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[member="Asharad Graush"]​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Post: 2
BYOO

Kyrel stood before [member="Shay Marek"], and looked at him through his mask. He was nothing much to look at, and so barely gave him a second glance. He stood there for a moment and then walked away towards the hall way. He continued down the dark hall avoiding stares from officers and troopers, within a short time he had reached the hanger on board a troop transport. He had heard rumors through intelligence reports that Rebels were smuggling weapons to the opposition that was going against the First Order within the system, and rumors had it that a Jedi would arrive within a few days. Kyrel clearly excited with the thought of facing Jedi, he would hunt down the rebels and quickly end them.

The transport took off and traveled from the Star Destroyer's hanger out into the deadly space battle, the interior rocked from the blasts of turbolasers as it descended to the surface, and then before he knew it a AA gun targeted the transport, and took a shot the transport went down quickly, Kyrel used the Force in an attempt to shield both he and the young disciple as they went down, and for a moment following the loud thud there was nothing but darkness.

Kyrel then awoke not a few seconds later as he stepped out, what looked to be the city streets, Despite the troopers being dead he still had a mission to do, and so he set out onto the streets.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Post 9
Objective III
10th Company, 3rd Platoon

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Ranulph had heard the speeches just as they dispatched his landing craft from the ship, the bombardments, the battles in orbit were still raging. Just only had a few of the First Order ships broken through, and even then it seemed the Janarans were not going to give up so easily. He reminded himself of Skor, of Bespin and knew that at the core of his being this is why he was here. To bring order to galaxy that for so long had been bloated with chaos. Captain Baxter shouted out her orders as their craft touched down into waters.

Sergeant Viramontes was at his side, along with Strovenko, Grant and Dmitri. His usual suspects the group he trusted most, their white plastoid armor polished to a shine. Emotionless helmets concealed their faces and guarded them from their fears. The tip of the vibrosword, and always ready to lead the charge - Stormtrooper Corps. And even though he stood as still as a blade of grass along the plains of Dosuun. He could hear the screams, the artillery shells as they landed.

Penetrating the boats to the left and to the right, his heart beat against his chest something fierce. Anxiety swept over him, would this be his end. Would Janara claim him just as it claimed those around him. When the Captain had finished her speech she turned toward the doors they had made it this far - they had made it to the beaches and as the craft doors opened; Ranulph wondered if the lucky ones had died already.

A blistering scene opened before him, he charged out on orders his men behind him. Shoretroopers were digging, while the other units moved up along the beach only to be met with a brutal repeater. And before he could get a second step forward the whistling of artillery defeaned his attempts to lead and it splashed in front of him. Sending the officer backwards and into the beach, narrowing missing the barbed wires that were ready to pierce his armor. "Viramontes!" He shouted through the helmet to helmet communications, "Viramontes!"

"Here, Lieutenant - I can't see the Captain."

"Baxter, Baxter!" He struggled to wretch himself free from kelp, his armor heavy in the waters. A pair of anxious blue eyes scanned their surroundings until he saw Baxter's pauldrons. "No, no, no - Viramontes there, there beneath the traps, I see her!"

 

[Asharad Graush]

Post 5.
Objective II.

The Sith Lord glanced upwards to the sky when he spotted the dropship moving in on his location. With them likely being too close, the Janaran Defense Cannons had halted firing upon them.

Too close to their own lines.

These soldiers were too inclined to save each other's lives than take the lives of their enemies. Looking back forwards, he was standing just upon the crest of a ridge that overlooked the target: The Head Quarters. When [member="Tyr Helgryndr"]'s ship landed and he cried out the order to move, the Supreme Commander's lightsabre was in the air, ignited in its blood red glory. Typical Generals and Officers would've cried something along the lines of 'For the Empire' or whatever iteration they cried out.

A'sharad had been in the One Sith's Empire, had strived for the acknowledgement of a leader that was revered akin to a deity. He had drawn those comparisons early on as a Senior Officer - as a Colonel. Blind loyalty. The Auxiliary was different to the Stormtrooper Corps. There was little to any order of combat. It was just... Chaos. Sulfur eyes glowed behind the stygian visor of his helmet.

"GLORY!"​