Faction Benevolent Gods | Agents of Chaos

[Be'iqaronn]

Location: In Locus outside the City of Celeste
Wearing: Dragia M1 Light Infantry Armor
Equipment: R82 Precision Rifle | The XR-18 Revolver | Combat Knife | Grappling Hook | WESTAR-35 blaster pistol x2 | Thermal Detonator x3
New Equipment: L9TK Small-Arms Tactical Assault Rifle | The Kinetic Dagger
Ship: Locus Class Fighter
Vehicle: 74-Z speeder bike
Objective: Cause Hell
Additional Info:

• Liberated Celeste
• Took shrapnel to a nonvital area of the stomach

Tags: [member="Wonderworker"] | [member="Wonderworker"] | @Kyrinov | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

Renn sat in his ship, the shrapnel lodged next to his stomach. Luckily, it hit a non-vital area, but now came the process of removing it. Slowly it was pulled out of his body, grunting as blood dripped from it. Sitting there he reached up to his medical kit and injected bacta into the wound, sealing it. As long as he didn't put pressure, it would remain fine. Standing up, Renn walked into his armory and pulled a L9TK off the wall, looking at the empty room, he'd have to fill it some day. Putting his hand up to the commslink in his ear, "Scherezade, I'm enroute to you, the capital will have enough people for the job. After we finish, we could help the others storm the capital."

The Locus pulled up and flew towards Scherezade's location on his HUD. He landed about a mile out of the city, he decided to wear civilian clothing. His revolver, kinetic dagger, and L9TK under his coat, all other weapons and gear were left behind. Renn had marked the location of the café on a GPS. Walking to the city he watched as people passed him, walking towards the location on his GPS.

His commlink was in his pocket, he didn't want to be seen with it in his ear, it would be suspicious. Walking by the café, he walked inside, ordered a coffee. He took notice of Scherezade, but pretended she didn't exist. Walking out with his cup, he walked over to a nearby store and pretended to be browsing, he had no clue what she was going to do, just that it probably would be big.

 

[Hanna]

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Hanna
Post 2
Location: Capital City
Equipment: Hanna’s Phase I Haywire Armor, F-11E Blaster Rifle, 1 Sonic Grenade, 2 Impact Grenades, Phase I Sword of Eve
[member="Madalena Antares"] [member="Tanno Rand"] [member="The Legend 27"] @A'Runda

In the next few moments, the poorly-equipped militia forces began to advance on Hanna’s position in waves. The diminutive Qilin took cover behind one of the thick duracrete barriers that fortified her squad’s position and used it to protect herself as she began to return fire. As she leaned out of her cover, Hanna quickly double-tapped three targets who she had caught in the middle of the street, blowing large smoking holes in the chests of each individual fighter as they attempted to move towards another barricade. When another soldier moved to advance after she killed the last three, Hanna attempted to double-tap him, but her aim was off and she could only manage to hit him once in the leg. In retaliation, a barrage of fire streamed in her direction and she immediately ducked behind the barricade to shield herself. However, when she peeked, she saw that two militia soldiers had moved out of cover to drag their wounded comrade from the street. Sensing an opportunity, Hanna pulled the pin on one of her sonic grenades and threw the explosive towards the wounded soldier. Then, she peeked out from the side of the barricade and fired four shots at the two soldiers as they attempted to assist their injured squad mate. Both of the men collapsed next to their comrade, dead before their bodies even hit the ground.

Hanna listened to the warning from the squad’s overwatch as Madalena continued to rain down a storm of electrical destruction upon the legions of advancing militia men. Nevertheless, Hanna continued to defend her position while her three squad mates did the same. In the back of her mind, she knew that time was running out, but she would not retreat or give up her position unless ordered to by a superior.

“Copy that, Iron Wolf, but all units under directives to hold position until further notice. Do not retreat.” She replied in an almost uncharacteristically cold tone, which seemed to hold an implicit warning for the mercenary sniper. It almost went without saying that Hanna did not trust bounty hunters or mercenaries, since they lacked the deep conviction that she held for the ideals of Chaos. In truth, she despised the fact that the Wild Hunt employed so many of their ilk. Regardless, Hanna did her best to tolerate their presence. She was nothing if not a dutiful soldier.

Once again, Hanna leaned out of cover, sighted her rifle, and double-tapped an advancing Rannonian Imperial soldier, who was much more armored and armed than the militia men she had shot only moments before. The man collapsed to ground all the same, but her shots had failed to blow a gaping hole into his chest like it had done to the unarmored militia men. Instead, they created a deep and burning gash, which was doubtlessly lethal, but less spectacular.

Suddenly, the firefight was interrupted by a harsh series of explosions which seemed to rock the ground beneath Hanna’s feet. Using the nearby barricade to maintain her balance, Hanna managed to stay alert throughout the chaos. However, when she saw the imposing outlines of four tanks through the smoke, she clutched her rifle tight to her bosom and steeled herself for what was to come...

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Location: On the way to the hospital
Equipment: Bio link
Actual look: link
Tag(s): open

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A new job with the Agents of Chaos, in the last times she felt she work with them more, than the CIS. Actually, it didn’t really brother her, and what is more, she was happy about this. At this point she didn’t realized how far she had come from the MoS and CIS since that “event” happened. Her partner, and the empire has went here, to the Unknown Region, everything was changed.

And now she is helping; working again with the AoC. Earlier she got the files again, what she read it until her journey. She arrived the planet as a merchant, she knows how the locals stood up to the AoC members. Not good. This is why she disguises herself as a merchant. Under her cloth she kept her two lightsabers, and her two blasters too.

She needs to practicing with the Force skills, including the light saber combat. This time she can’t send a message, because maybe the comm channels are unsafe and watching them. She didn’t risk that she unveil someone. She has the coordinates, so there was no problem.

Ingrid searched a vehicle or taxi, her coordinates sent her to the hospital, where if everything is true, she will meet one of the AoC’s contact, helper. Under the travel, she connected with her holoprojector to the local HoloNet and start to read the news. Just like, she was a real merchant. The trip was boring, nothing happened with her.

And finally she arrived to her destination.

 

[Hiro Statura]

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[Kyrinov]

Location: Corba Café
Gear: [Armorhttps://starwarsrp.net/topic/131369-exarch-ensemble/] | [Amnesia]
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Aoife Ironborne"] | [member="Wonderworker"] | [member="Renn Garrick"] | + Anyone Interested

The girl on the other side of the café.

So, Scherezade felt her too. The untapped resource, waiting to be unleashed. That is, if she chose to follow them or their cause. There was something about his one that seemed… different. Perhaps he'd have a word with the girl once this little outing was over and done with and they were back on Eve. He'd watched as his mission partner gave a small, almost nonexistent motion with her leg in the girl's direction and he understood. The Knight had felt her eyes staring at them, seen the way the darted in their direction and off into a different direction each time he glanced towards her table.

He followed his partner's lead and stood, pushing in the cafe chair. He grabbed his cup and sipped down the rest of his latte, taking a moment to consider the information she presented on the mission's progress. A hospital. Interesting. He thought, given the nature of the whispers of Tanaab through the Confederacy, the former Pathfinder would wish to avoid attacking that sort of front.

Anyone that comes out of the hospital, is safe. The hospital is going to sink into the planet if Rannon doesn't leave.​

The side of him which still clung to his Confederate past screamed at him to save all innocents he could. The majority of him that was Sith, however, gave another perspective.

<There are no innocents here. If they will not abandon the likes of oppressors, they are guilty for not abandoning their lost cause.> ​

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I could either use you to combine our Force potential… ​

He blocked out the rest of the options. In his mind, the choice was already decided a mere moment later. He heard the announcement, Celeste Liberated. It was followed by a mumble about still sinking the hospital. His response was a simple nod.

His next action was to open himself to the Force completely. Allowed his presence to stretch outwards towards the hospital without restraint. The move would sap a decent amount of their energy, even combined. Though, he imagined, nothing too significant of a toll would be enacted on their stamina.

“On your command. You direct, I’ll follow.”

 

[Sam Gundar]

Location: Streets of Corba
Objective: Infiltrate
Wearing: Beskar’gam
Equipment: R12 LMG | WESTAR-35 Blaster Pistol x2 |
Tags: [member="Kyrinov"] [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] [member="Renn Garrick"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Wonderworker"]

Sam strolled through the streets of Corba with a smug grin under his bold helmet. When he left Concordia to become a mercenary he expected the first months, years even, to be slow, tedious tasks. Sam was amazed when the Coins reached out to him. Not only was this this job exciting, he didn’t know if he had it in him to turn down liberating a planet, but the Credits.

It was more than he had expected to gain in a years time. After this, maybe he would finally have enough to upgrade from his old, run down freighter he purchased from Concordia’s scrap yards. This job would make his father proud, wherever he is, if he’s even alive.

He came to a stop, rolling his shoulders. The R12 LMG strapped to his back was heavier than anything he was used to carrying but he would get over it. Scanning the area, Sam took note of that didn’t spot any of his Co-workers..yet.

Everyone must of been undercover to avoid provoking the civilians. He knew wearing his Beskar’gam was a brash decision, no doubt his weapons that were on display too. A few civilians he passed gave him perturbed glances as well but he shrugged it off. Mandalorians were common and rarely seen without their armor. Surely they would just assume he was being conspicuous to boast with his toys, and they would be right. Besides, Sam was just here to shoot people.

A cafe, a hospital, and some stores. He took note of a few positions to take point, favoring the ones where he would be able to test out the LMG. He continued his stroll seemingly without a care in the world. Watching. Waiting.

 

[CETCOM]

Location : Capital City
Objective : Defeat the AoC ad capture their leaders

As the smoke cleared and the Tanks emerged , Imperial heavy Assault Troopers in which utilized blast shields and handheld blaster cannons rushed against the Enemy with Light Infantry right behind them. With the Females still alive , the Assault Troopers opened fire utilizing rocket launchers and grenades in an attempt to subdue the AoC agents and imprison them for their crimes.

Meanwhile , Commodore Varino was able to successfully evacuate the Planetary Leaders and was on the process of escorting them to their Dropship as the Commodore left some of his troops in the Capitol Building soon intending to use it as his headquarters against the AoC. As they arrived at the Dropship , the Planetary Leaders exited the Troop Carriers and were escorted to their Dropship in which soon prepared to take off.

Elsewhere in the Town Hall of the City of Cobra , the Mayor of the City was briefed by Admiral Aeretill of the possible presence of the AoC in his City and that the Mayor should mobilize the Cobra Militia in order to stop the AoC before they could begin terrorizing the City. Soon the Leader of the Cobra City Militia was summoned and was tasked with finding these Invaders. Unlike the Militias of other cities , the Cobra City Militia was well equipped and it’s leader was even a Captain in the Rannonian Military with parts of his Militia being composed of the Zoshian elements of the Imperial Rannonain Military and his Militia having been active longer than most other Militias throughout Zosha.

Arriving at his Headquarters , the Leader was introduced to a Prisoner ,whom his Second in Command man identified as a Collaborator working for the AoC. The Prisoner was caught trying to recruit people in supporting an upcoming AoC attack but was betrayed by his neighbours whom he tried to recruit. Having revealed that he was recruited from the Hospital , the Leader of the Militia (LoM) sent his Second in Command (SiC) to investigate and soon the SiC would be on his way to the Hospital with a Force of 250 Men and 8 Modified Landspeeders armed with fixed Blaster Cannons in order to find out what was really going on. And with this the Battle for Cobra City was about to begin.

 

[Wonderworker]

Location: Between Corba's Cafe and Hospital

The mild tremor fluctuating through his leg was met with the sharp retort of a clenched fist upon his own upper thigh. A common misconception among those who had received the assistance of the Wonderworker was that he cured them totally, completely annihilating any semblance of malediction from existence, but the truth was far more irritatingly complex. While it was fair to state that the tribulations of others had been scourged entirely from their physicality, such tears and parasitic bacterium was simply adopted into the ravenous musculature of the miracle maker. Those who possessed a more transcendental knowledge of his mastery over affliction might have assumed that the problems had been lessened somehow via the transference, but that was a hopeful fiction. In an idealized universe, such an ability would have allowed for a gradual elimination of maladies, eventually culminating in their effective removal from existence.

Reality was often far less quixotic. The cynical truth of the "faith-healer's" work was that he was just as ravaged as those whom he had treated, equally exposed to their faults; the gnawing at bones and deeper levels was particularly of importance, as these creeping traumas could result in exceedingly worsened efficiency, and could very simply aggravate to worse conditions than when they had been nestled in the bodies of others. The only option in order to post-pone a sudden and grievous death would be for the Wonderworker to give his ailments to another, and allow them to suffer until they had passed on from the material plane. To that extent, he had grown attached to rearing and carrying around small rodents whose frail forms could allow for at least a light reduction in his own burden before their inevitable demise. The construction of these minor organisms was far less robust than that of humanoids, however, and they could only truly allow for an easing of difficulty.

Another sharp tremor caused the Wonderworker's leg to buckle under the weight of his own step, a sharp hiss whistling through gritted teeth as he collided with the stony pavement beneath him. He could feel something wickedly jostling about the innards of his skin, though whether it was bone or nerve or loosely-rent muscle he was unable to determine. Regardless of the exact nature of the wound, it was preventing what would have been a simplistic and easing walk. Thankfully, he discovered quite suddenly that his destination had grown substantially closer in his time of frailty. Eyes with boiled-over with a perceptive sharpness unlikely to be found in the afflicted instantaneously recognized the encroaching presence of recognizable figures; the miracle maker was unfamiliar with their exact roles or names or other such details, but he knew allies when he saw them.

Off in the distance, there was the tremulous crackle of gunfire breaking through the genteel silence often acquainted with peace-loving cityscapes, and the masked man wondered whether the fighting was growing closer or further away. ([member="The Legend 27"]) The only thing he didn't question was the fever-pitch of intensity gradually amassing wherever one turned their head, the tension emanating from every structure in sight with the same aerial blanket one might have expected from a torrential downpour. Nevertheless, it was unimportant to achieving the current necessity of finding someone to sicken with his newly bound indispositions. With a gluttonous intake of breath, he forced himself to his feet so as to address those who were drawing nearer. ([member="Kyrinov"] ) ([member="Scherezade deWinter"] )

"Come to kill?" He questioned, an underlying harshness in his voice; he spoke with a greater force to try to hide his own torment from the wolfish companions. Despite his vocal inflection, a humble bow followed his interrogative, dictating that he recognized their superiority and did not seek to usurp their position of authority. "I am quite finished with it." He spoke, a subtle glimpse behind him indicating the hospital from whence he had come. "Supporters have been informed to bind themselves with cloth about the arms and head. It should be simple to identify them." The Wonderworker stared for a moment, taking notice of a brief movement somewhere in the far-distance. It had appeared for an instant to be a well-armored individual, though he had not gotten a good look at them from such a substantial span of roadway ([member="Sam Gundar"])

Another arrival caught his attention from the pair and the distant interloper, though this one was far more direct than any of the others, arriving in a vehicle some distance from the trio, pausing in front of the condemned hospital ([member="Ingrid L'lerim"])

"I'd be quite appreciative of a prisoner among those who remain, if such a boon could be granted. Remuneration of kin to the favor could be granted in future for the gift of a captive life." He concluded, stepping out of the way of the two in order to allow them to continue whatever blood-soaked butchery they wished.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: A café near the hospital that [member="Wonderworker"] is at.
Wearing: Bigass cloak that is covering her | Armor | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 8 Nozhi Blades | 2 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Tag: [member="Wonderworker"] [member="Kyrinov"] [member="Aoife Ironborne"] [member="Renn Garrick"] [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] [member="Sam Gundar"] [member="The Legend 27"] | +Open

"Roger roger," Scherezade answered [member="Renn Garrick"], the mischivious smile still on her face. Apparently, the city they were in weren't the one that had been liberated. Whoops! But that meant now that things were simpler. It meant that there would be less headaches to deal with once she brought the hospital down.

Looking to Kyrinov, her smile only widened. She had a feeling he would agree with her. Taanab, Copero, heck, even Eshan when it wasn't really herself but more like Madalena with some of her programming. She had been held back there, time after time. The Confederacy had feared releasing the true power of the Blood Hound in any way that could have ever mattered. The most she could've hoped for to be permitted to do was unleash some abilities on enemy goons and that was more or less it. But no longer. No hypocritical morality clauses to hold to anymore. She was free.

And then it seemed as though everything happened all at once. The sounds from afar of oncoming forces ("250 Men and 8 Modified Landspeeders armed with fixed Blaster Cannons in order to find out what was really going on" by [member="The Legend 27"]) she could hear at the same time as the arrival of the lovely Red Witch, [member="Ingrid L'lerim"], who looked different almost every time she saw her, but always had that same scent in her blood that Scherezade knew to pick up and know it meant her. In the distance, she spotted a Mandalorian in full bes'kar and blinked ([member="Sam Gundar"]) before remembering that the Coins had recently added one of them to their ranks, next to her, [member="Kyrinov"] was opening himself to the Force so that she could tap into his energy while she brought the hospital down, and [member="Wonderworker"] had shown up asking for a prisoner.

Things were certainly a lot more hectic and busy than she'd expected them to be.

"Change of plan," she announced, motioning for the Mandalorian and those who were a touch further away to come closer, glowing green eyes narrowing at the opposition that was coming closer and closer. "No need for a hospital crash. I'm going to cause a sinkhole to absorb most of those dudes," Scherezade said, pointing at the opposition. "What I need each of you to do is slow them down. If we can bottleneck them, we can take more down in an instant."

Of Kyrinov and Ingrid's battle prowess, she knew. She had been with them and experienced it first-hand. Everyone else was a wild card in that moment.

"I'll give five thousand credits to the person who smells like they've personally killed the most by the end of this battle," she winked at them, still smiling, almost wishing she hadn't come up with the sink hole idea so that she could go forth and slaughter. "So if there's no more questions, go go go go go!"

Once all questions were answered, Scherezade knelt down, touching the ground with her bare hands. To do what she wanted to, she first had to expand her presence forth, bigger and deeper than before. It would take time. That's why she needed the others to work, preferably together, to get it done. Those around her who were attuned to the Force would be able to feel her presence expanding, rushing forward like a wild and untamed beast, ready to devour all that stood in its path.

 

[Be'iqaronn]

Location: Store by hospital
Wearing: Dragia M1 Light Infantry Armor
Equipment: The XR-18 Revolver | L9TK Small-Arms Tactical Assault Rifle | The Kinetic Dagger
Ship: Locus Class Fighter
Vehicle: N/A
Objective: Cause Hell
Additional Info: N/A
Tags: [member="Wonderworker"] [member="Kyrinov"] [member="Aoife Ironborne"] [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] [member="Sam Gundar"] [member="The Legend 27"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] +Open

As soon as Renn heard that there was going to be credits involved he pulled his L9TK and shot the closest militia man. Muttering under his breath “One.” He grinned like he was getting a new ship.

Rounding the corner the men were everywhere and he just opened fire. “Two, Three.” Deciding that he wasn’t in the best spot he dove back. Twenty-six gave pursuit, the rest stayed with the crowd thinking their comrades were going to kill him. The men ran down the square aiming their weapons everywhere searching. Rounding a corner one took Renn’s Dagger through the skull. The rest turned and opened fire. Putting his dagger away Renn pulled out his revolver flipping the barrel it landing on an explosive round. Firing three men scattered out of the way and two burnt alive. “Five, six.”

The three who avoided the explosion were back on their feet as Renn put the gun to his hip and slam fired. Two of the three men fell and another two followed getting caught in an explosive round. “Ten.”

The revolver was down and Renn had his L9 up spraying the others, at that range it was a perfect weapon. The weapon ran out after a man fell from it. “Eleven.” Eighteen men remained, firing back at the building as Renn reloaded. Rounding the corner the weapon was shot out of his handed, while it wasn’t destroyed it was too far away for an easy grab. He looked at the building and ran behind it kicking in a back door, loading all sniper rounds into his revolver.

It was all quiet, the men looked around and got to cover. Some drapes moved and the men fired. Renn lined up a shot and fired, three men fell. The first two of the men’s heads were gone and the other man was injured, but gripping life. “Fourteen.” Stepping out he slam fired four more men. “Eighteen.” At his proximity there was no point in using a ranged weapon, so he pulled the hammer back and bolstered the revolver.

Yanking out his dagger he ran cutting two men down as they reloaded. “Twenty.” Looking at the remaining five three drew their melee weapons, the other two finished reloading and fired back. This caused Renn to dive into the building, during this the wounded man stabilized himself and his. Renn noticed his L9, it was what he needed to not be torn apart. Diving through the door he rolled as he slid closer to the weapon.

Grabbing it, he fired hitting the two holding rifles. Both fell, but only one died. The other held his chest rolling, “Twenty-one.” Dropping his L9 he pulled his dagger back out, the men were much closer but as soon as they were in striking distance, he slashed causing one to grab at his open throat.

The other two decided to fall back a little, but started ‘poking’ at him. Deciding this was boring he rushed one turning on his blade cutting the men down. Pulling out his revolver he shot the man on the ground. “Twenty-five.” That seemed off he counted how many followed. Looking up at the windows he saw three muzzles come out. He kicked up the closest man’s side arm up, firing into the windows. All fire stopped, “Twenty-eight.”

Walking towards the his L9 the man who was wounded ran at him. “Twenty-seven.” Renn turned with his foot for the man’s head, this hit the man hard enough to snap his neck. In doing this the Bacta broke causing his would to reopen. He fell to the ground and slowly stood back up grabbing his L9. “Twenty-eight.”

Limping into a building he thought it would be the end of group. Climbing up the stairs he mounted his L9 on the sill and opened fire on the back hitting thirteen men. “Forty-one.” He laughed as they turned and fired back, one hitting his shoulder tossing him back from the window. His L9 fell forward to the ground and steps could be heard entering the building. Loading his revolver Renn grinned expecting the worst. “If I die just launch me into space.” He laughed as the door was kicked open.

 

[Madalena Antares]

Location: The Capital City
Wearing: Armor
Wielding: Meymad
Tags: [member="A'Runda"] [member="Hanna"] [member="Tanno Rand"] | +Open

In the next moments, Madalena's attention had drifted from those around her, to the actual battle. Her Force Lightning took care of many opponents who suddenly found themselves becoming little more than piles of ash on the ground, but it was not enough. This militia was big, but you couldn’t fry an entire militia population into shish kababs, much as you wanted. Not in these surroundings, anyway.

It was only after both she and Hanna found themselves behind the barricades that an idea came to mind.

"Stay behind the barricade," Madalena gave a friend nod, and again raised her arms.

It took less time now than it had taken on Sandala, but her goal here was completely different. The winds that began to gather and howl around the enemy formed fast, moving faster and faster until they began to spin, forming a tornado. At present, it was strong enough to annoy them, but not strong enough to actually lift anyone off the ground.

"When you control the finest details of your creations, those details are yours to control," she gave Hanna a short lesson in tautism, "It is not picking them up that I am working on."

The winds continued to move faster. Sometimes she could shrink the diameter of the tornado a little, sometimes she could make it expand ever so slightly, searching, needing that balance, wanting… There.

"Watch as the tornado I have built sucks the air out of the empty space within it," she said with a proud grin, "Such power will someday be yours to control, youngling."

 

[CETCOM]

Location : Cobra City

The Battle had begun. The SiC’s (Second in Command of the Milita) Forces began their advance towards the Hospital when they encountered an enemy Marksmen who began taking out the SiC’smen , 41 men to be precise. However the SiC’s Men were able to corner him in a Building but as the Troops moved in the capture the Enemy , the SiC decided otherwise and instead ordered his troops to withdraw from the building. Then the SiC ordered to blow the building apart as his Militia Men took rocket launchers and grenades and began pounding the building causing severe damage aiming to have the building collapse and kill their first AoC Agent.

As his troops began besieging the Enemy , the SiC contacted the LoM (Leader of the Milita) and alerted him of the presence of enemy forces within the District containing the Hospital , then the SiC ordered a contingent of 60 Men and 2 Landspeeders to continue their advance towards the Hospital leaving the remaining 149 Men to take down the AoC agent.

Meanwhile in the City’s Town Hall , the LoM and the Mayor of Cobra City were discussing on their next course of action , the Mayor argued that he only Local Police and a small contingent of the Imperial Army to assist the LoM. Then the LoM stated that the presence of the Imperial Army was enough. He then asked if the Mayor had any sort of Heavy Equipment , but unfortunately the Mayor only had 5 Tanks. Despite this the LoM decided to keep the Main Forces in reserve willing to test the strength of the AoC with his SiC in which he knew might not come back alive.

Meanwhile in the Capital , the Imperial Heavy Assault Troopers stopped firing when one of the females formed a Tornado. This surprised the Troops as they saw how powerful their enemies where. Then with the winds moving faster , the Major ordered his Forces to fall back unwilling to get himself and his forces sucked in to that Tornado. Meanwhile at the otherside of the City , the Planetary Leaders left on their Shuttle headed for the Emergency Bunker where the Leaders of the Planet would be sent in the scenario of an Attack against Zosha.

And then the Commodore saw it. A Tornado. As astonished as he was he realized that this Tornado was being formed at the same location where his Troops were engaging the enemy and believing that they would soon met his end , the Commodore ordered his Forces to quickly return to the Capitol Building and lure the enemy to the area in order to fully defeat them. The Battle would indeed be a bloody one.

Tags : Wonderworker Kyrinov Aoife Ironborne Renn Garrick Ingrid L'lerim Sam Gundar A'Runda Hanna Tanno Rand Scherezade deWinter

 

[Alwine Daye]

Location: Close to Zoasha, in space
Wearing: Armor
Wielding: WindWhisper
Tags: [member="Malachi Smelone"] [member="The Legend 27"]

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3 x Liberator Class Cruiser

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1 x Dragon Class Heavy Cruiser

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2 x Venturous Class Cruiser

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2 x Tantrum Class Frigate

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12 x Project GHOST

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12 x Oni Class Prowler

Spoiler: Shields & Hull

1. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%[/*]
2. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%[/*]
3. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%[/*]
4. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%[/*]
5. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%[/*]
6. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%[/*]
7. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%[/*]
8. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%[/*]
9. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%[/*]
10. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%[/*]
11. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%[/*]
12. Ship 100% | Hull 100% | Personnel 100%[/*]

3 x Celeste Disabler Cruiser

Spoiler: Shields & Hull

1. Ship Defenses 90% | Hull 95% | Personnel 100%[/*]
2. Ship Defenses 95% | Hull 80% | Personnel 100%[/*]
3. Ship Defenses 85% | Hull 90% | Personnel 100%[/*]

Alwine stood on the bridge of the Starry Night, feeling herself shrink beneath her skin as the firing started. This was not a comfortable thing for the Lupine. The mere thought that if enough hits to the ship she was on would find their mark she would die and float forever in the vacuum of space did not settle well with her. In Alwine's perfect headcanon, whoever it was that led the enemy fleet would have the balls to come face her in melee combat. But it was a moot fantasy. Better focus on what was in front of her and available now.

Then came the sudden move of the ship. It felt like an earthquake beginning and stopping all at once. "What is this meaning of this?!" Alwine asked as she attempted to swallow her fear down. "The enemy's CY-420 Cruiser is using its gravity wells," her AI responded, her voice too damn chipper for what was going on.

"Are we about to die?" Alwine asked, her voice just above a whisper.

"No, Speaker Lechner," the AI responded and the damned thing added a giggle! "This merely prevents us from jumping into hyperspace. Other than that we are perfectly safe at present."

Alwine breathed. So they were not in any acute danger. That was good.

"What do you recommend?" she asked then, looking at the screen that displayed a bunch of moving colors that were supposed to represent the AI.

"Use the Tantrum and the Liberator squadrons to fight Rannons's small crafts," the AI suggested, "Protect this ship."

The Lupine nodded. "You heard her!" she commanded, "Fire the smaller Ranno ships with everything we've got. I want all shields up on this shield. RANNON DIES TODAY!"

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Location: On the way to the hospital
Equipment: Bio link
Actual look: link
Tag(s): [member="Sam Gundar"] | [member="Renn Garrick"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Wonderworker"] | [member="Kyrinov"]

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After her arrival, she saw many other people are here, strange people. She felt something disturbing, maybe it was inspiration, or divination. She still learns about the Force, what is intervened more and more in her life. As she got and got stronger. She took a deep breath and started to walk toward the hospital.

But after few steps she felt something, something in the Force. That was the first time for her, the feel someone else, something familiar, what she felt only close to someone… someone familiar. Not her master, he was cold, always. But this, this was full of emotions, she was Scherezade.

Ingrid modified her direction and she went to Scherezade and her companions. She felt herself a bit embarrassed, this was a very new experience to her. She already “hear” her master’s voice in her head, she need to let her anger, her hatred. But she didn’t want to let her emotions rule over her. When she arrived to the company, she said:

”Scherezade! Hello!” she nod to everything.”I’m Valeria Ragal, or the Red With, don’t you mind if I join?”

The hospital crash? That was new information to her, but it doesn’t matter anymore. If Scherezade or the others not mind, if she join to them, she nodded to her partner’s orders. Maybe she didn’t know the local people, but that task was seems easy. Ingrid hesitate a bit, she didn’t know which weapon she chose this time. Her westars, or the lightsabers.

”Karabast!” she told quietly.

She needed to practice, she was a very good shooter, but her lightsabers skills are low yet. So she need to practice, and she knows her master would have expected this from her. She sighed, and activated her black and red bladed lightsabers. She looked back once more to Scherezade, and after that she started running towards the enemy…

 

[Hanna]

Hanna
Post 3
Location: Capital City
Equipment: Hanna’s Phase I Haywire Armor, F-11E Blaster Rifle, 2 Sonic Grenades, 2 Impact Grenades, Phase I Sword of Eve
[member="Madalena Antares"] [member="Tanno Rand"] [member="The Legend 27"] @A'Runda

Hanna nodded to Madalena and did exactly as she was told in staying behind the duracrete barricade. With silent attentiveness, Hanna watched as the towering Paladin of Chaos created a powerful whirlwind with her mind. It was then that she saw the enemy soldiers collapse onto the ground and desperately clutch their throats as the air was sucked out of the nexus of the supernatural whirlwind. Their forms thrashed and kicked uselessly until they eventually expired into the eternal sleep of death. Hanna raised her rifle to shoot their inert forms for good measure, but something told her that they were very dead, on account of Madalena’s actions.

Miraculously, the enemy fell back from their entrenched positions, bringing a temporary end to the firefight in spite of the comparatively tiny presence of AoC forces in the city.

Without Madalena’s actions, she would have faced certain death.

 

[CETCOM]

Location : The Opportunity (CY-450 Destroyer)

Imperial Rannonian Fleet :

Spoiler

CY-450 Destroyer

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  #1 : Hull 100 | Shields 100 | Personel 100
  

1 CR-170 Carrier

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  #1 : Hull 95 | Shields 90 | Personel 100
  

3 CY-330a Cruisers

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  #1 : Hull 90 | Shields 75 | Personel 100
  
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  #2 : Hull 90 | Shields 75 | Personel 100
  
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  #3 : Hull 90 | Shields 75 | Personel 100
  

1 CY-420 Interdiction Cruiser

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  #1 : Hull 95 | Shields 85 | Personel 100
  

20 CY-80 Starfighter Squadrons

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  140 CY-80 Starfighters
  

5 CY-70 Bomber Squadrons

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  35 CY-70 Bombers
  

“Sir 3 enemy Cruisers and 2 enemy Frigates are moving towards us. Orders?” On the bridge of the Opportunity , Admiral Aeretill oversaw the current situation. As his Star Destroyer continued to pound the enemy fleet with it’s Artillery Cannons , the AoC had launched their own counter-offensive sending 3 of their cruisers and 2 of their frigates to attack the Rannonian Forces. However Aeretill had a trick up his sleeve. “Order to Cruisers to fire the CA-222 explosies and have all Cruiser’s Artillery Batteries shift their focus on the Cruisers and Frigates. Meanwhile keep the Opportunity focused on their Disabler ships.”

With that order , the Cruisers fired 10 explosive projectiles each towards the enemy Cruisers and Frigates , with each projectile exploding within proximity of the enemy ships and inflicting damage upon the enemy shields but leaving their hull intact. Then the Fighter Squadrons Aeretill had deployed opened fire on the enemy ships again inflicting damage upon them before continuing their original trajectory towards the main enemy ships. “Once those Ships are in range deploy all remaining CY-80 Starfighters and have all Cannons open fire.” Aeretill ordered , he knew that he could win due to the sheer firepower of his Ship and that the AoC Fleet would soon be swiftly defeated.


Tag : [member="Alwine Lechner"]

 

[Madalena Antares]

Location: The Capital City
Wearing: Armor
Wielding: Meymad
Tags: [member="A'Runda"] [member="Hanna"] [member="The Legend 27"] | +Open

Glowing green eyes narrowed as Madalena saw those that had not been entrapped in her whirlwind fall back. In truth, she had believed they would up more of a fight; that was what had happened during other events that she had used that power at. But today… It was not to be.

Releasing the winds, the air stilled a moment almost completely before returning to normal.

For a moment, she looked to [member="Hanna"]. The girl had followed every order Madalena had ever given her, both on Zosha and that other planet whose name Madalena had already forgotten. She was a good soldier, and with a touch of training she would become even deadlier than she already was. But until then…

"Cowards!" Madalena roared at the top of her lungs, her voice aided by the Force to bring it rolling forth through the streets, "You are all cowards! Deny the claim of conquership Rannon has placed upon and you will not only live, but thrive!"

Motioning to Hanna, Madalena signaled to her that she could come out of the barricade.

"If they know what is good for them," she said with a little smile, "They are going to either do as I've told them, or we are about to start fighting again. We leave them no other choice."

 

[Sam Gundar]

Location: Streets of Corba
Objective: I thought it was just to Infiltrate not a war
Wearing: Beskar’gam
Equipment: R12 LMG | WESTAR-35 Blaster Pistol x2 |
Tags: @Wonderworker @The Legend 27 [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] [member="Renn Garrick"] @Kyrinov [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

The words Scherezade spoke echoed through Sam’s head as his allies either charged off or helped [member="Scherezade deWinter"] with the sinkhole. “I'm going to cause a sinkhole to absorb most of those dudes.” Yeah. Ok. Sam had heard stories of what the Sith were capable of, they had taken over Mandalore, but they can just create a sinkhole? It was something about the way she had so casually said it that really threw him, as if creating sinkholes that swallowed hospitals was a daily thing for her. Sam unslung the R12 the Agents had given him from his shoulder realizing he still had a lot to learn.

Beside him a fellow Mercenary [member="Renn Garrick"] had drawn his weapons and ran into the militiamen guns blazing. Followed by a Sith [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] igniting her lightsabers and charging as well. Five thousand credits. As much as he could use that, and as much fun it looked like it looked like his allies were having running in, Sam preferred living. The sounds of energy bolts erupt throughout the town. The Mandalorian did a quick survey of the area, before heading toward and climbing up the back of a building he had taken note of during his previous stroll.

As he reached the top Sam lay prone. Protected by the elevation he mounted the bipod of the R12 LMG the Agents had so kindly lent him and looked down at the streets below. The vantage point gave him a view of the militiamen as they split into two groups, a smaller one heading towards the hospital and another nearly three times that size surrounding a building. Sam aimed the LMG towards the group heading for the hospital, finger pressed against the trigger, ready to send a torrent of blaster fire at a moments notice. Right before he opened fire however, he had heard the barrage of grenades and rockets peppering the building.

Sam paused, realizing the militia men’s intent and putting together his ally’s situation he lined up the men firing rocket launchers in his sights. While this might have been a perfect opportunity to get those five thousand credits by default, he was a man of honor. Fire poured down upon the heavily armed infantrymen with surprisingly effective aim from the weapon’s long range, revealing himself to both groups of militiamen. He took advantage of the large clip size and sprayed in spurts, prioritizing the men with rockets and then quickly making progress towards the man he saw giving the commands outside the fractured building. Sam didn’t know if he could save the building, but he hoped this would cause enough of a distraction for the Agent to escape.

 

[Hanna]

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Hanna
Post 4
Location: Capital City
Equipment: Hanna’s Phase I Haywire Armor, F-11E Blaster Rifle, 2 Sonic Grenades, 2 Impact Grenades, Phase I Sword of Eve
[member="Madalena Antares"]

As she emerged from behind the barricade, Hanna looked upon the desolate battle-ravaged street with her own eyes. Madalena’s tornado had forged a path of death and destruction which rapidly extinguished lives and made inert hunks of once imposing war machines. At that moment, Hanna realized that she had survived in spite of seemingly impossible odds. The Dark Paladin of Chaos had saved her undeserving life by calling upon the divine energies of creation to do her bidding. In doing so, Madalena had unknowingly reaffirmed the impressionable young girl’s faith in the supreme and all-powerful Dark Lady of Chaos, Discordia. The strength of Madalena's belief (or lack of thereof) in Discordia's divinity was entirely irrelevant. Hanna had seen with her own eyes the raw power of what she perceived as faith.

It was all Hanna could do to restrain herself from falling onto her knees and beginning to speak in tongues.

All lingering doubts that she had once held about Discordia's divinity were cast away like pebbles in a vast ocean. Now, she knew with absolute certainty that Discordia was truly the highest power in the universe...

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: A café near the hospital that [member="Wonderworker"] is at.
Wearing: Bigass cloak that is covering her | Armor | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 8 Nozhi Blades | 2 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Tag: [member="Wonderworker"] [member="Kyrinov"] [member="Aoife Ironborne"] [member="Renn Garrick"] [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] [member="Sam Gundar"] [member="The Legend 27"] | +Open

The people around her had scuttered to different directions. [member="Renn Garrick"] and [member="Sam Gundar"] had gone up buildings, one after he started to shoot and the other before. [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] had gone into the masses to do her own damage as well.

But Scherezade wasn't acutely aware of any of that. She knew that the three of them had put distance between her and themselves, and there could be an endless amount of reasons as to why they would. She let herself, for a fraction of a moment, hope that it was because they racing each other for the prize she'd promised, and then instantly let herself forget about them entirely.

It was not out of malice. For what she intended on doing, the Sithling needed the maximum amount of concentration she could gather. To cause a sinkhole in the middle of a city, or heck, even cause the earth to fall in a forest, it required crazy amounts of power, and she could not do that at a whim.

Her eyes closed and her eyes touched the ground, focusing. The Force Users in the area and for miles around would be able to feel the darkness that was Scherezade then, as she slowly spread it, allowing it to engulf everything while remaining invisible. It was raw power at that point, simply gathering up, layer by layer, coming around.

It was minutes before the next part, when she began to tug at it. And pull. Nothing seemed to be happening at first, the scenery giving way to what the other three were doing, making it appear as though the Blood Hound was merely wasting time, crouched on the ground like that, doing nothing.

But slowly, it began. A tremor ran through the ground, small enough to miss entirely by those who were distracted. Another few minutes, and another tremor.

Sweat was pouring down her face, but Scherezade was smiling. All the she needed now, was more time.