Faction Blood Gulch | Galactic Alliance

[Spirit of Unity]

[MUSIC]

A time of conflict draws near.

With a fragment of the Dagger of Mortis successfully recovered from the Field of Blades, the Defense Force’s top brass have quietly prepared for what is to inevitably follow. If the science teams and Jedi lorekeepers are correct, the Alliance should soon be ready to launch its counteroffensive into the Brentaal system to reclaim it from the Chaotic forces that were left to ravage it.

Knowing that the fight will be tooth-and-nail, fragment or not, a training exercise has been prepared for the Galactic Alliance Defense Force. While the true nature of the preparatory war game has not been revealed to those involved, it still serves to ready the soldiers, pilots and captains for the fighting that is to come.

In truth, nothing can adequately prepare the minds and souls of the Alliance’s brave men and women who'd come face-to-face with Abaddon’s Gate. But, at the least, a full-scale exercise would provide them with some invaluable field experience that might help keep them alive.

Corulag // Abersaith Canyon

Time: 0800hrs
Weather: Clear Skies, Sunny
Temperature: 29°C / 84°F

Located on the edge of the Brentaal Quarantine Zone and only a short jump from the fortress world of Anaxes -- the Sector Group headquarters monitoring the active situation in the Brentaal system -- the beautiful terrestrial planet of Corulag was the obvious choice for the planned exercise. The planet's ideal positioning along the BQZ allowed the Alliance to commit units across the army, navy and starfighter corps to the full-scale combat drill without having to worry about pulling too many of their forces from the crucial defensive perimeter. Additionally, as the home of the Corulag Military Academy in the capital city of Curamelle, the locals were used to the presence of the Defense Force and paid little attention to their increased activity.

For the exact site of the massive exercise, a long stretch of the Abersaith Canyon that is typically utilized by the academy for live fire testing and training drills was selected due to its isolation and the unique obstacles the terrain presents. Despite its remoteness, to ensure no civilians wander into harms way and that all combat it contained to the designated area, a temporary no-fly-zone has been established and starships and interceptors have been tasked with patrolling the perimeter and the quadrant of space directly above it.

Members of the New Jedi Order and the Galactic Alliance Defense Force's army, navy and starfighter corps have been divided into two teams and setup to compete on the ground and in the air & upper atmosphere of the planet. High-grade training versions of all available weaponry and equipment have been issued in place of standard kit, providing digital targeting and hit mapping, along with some haptic feedback for recoil and general immersion. Two mirrored objectives have been established for each team to pursue and complete:

Objective 1 [GROUND] - Capture the beacon in the opposite team's outpost and return it to your own.​

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Objective 2 [SPACE] - Disable the opposing team's flagship.​

As is often the case in battle, pilots assigned to the [AIR] role may choose to aid in either objective!

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Feel free to hop into the thread and join a team at any time, just try to keep them balanced if possible! Remember: this is about having fun and collaborating with eachother at the end of the day, not winning.

RED Team:

Republic Engineering [GROUND]​

Elani Demaris [GROUND]​

Allyson Locke [GROUND]​

Ryv [GROUND]​

Leon Gallo [AIR]​

Constantine Oliva [SPACE]​

Andien Gale [SPACE]​

Zahara Myneto [SPACE]​

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BLUE Team:

Din Marren [GROUND]​

Maynard Treicolt [GROUND]​

Westenra Mina [GROUND]​

Bernard [GROUND]​

Loske Treicolt [AIR]​

Shattered_Mirror [SPACE]​

L Long Gone [SPACE]​

 

[Zahara Myneto]

Red Team
Orbit // Corulag // Core Region
Command Deck //
ANS "Avenger" // Nebula II Class Star Destoyer //
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"Simulated weapons online and ready. All stations report ready for combat, Admiral" The captain, serving as aide de campe, of the Avenger then turned in a perfect semicircle facing the command chair where Zahara was sitting cross-legged.

"Very good, Captain. Open a channel and stand by to launch fighter squadrons. Put the CAG online too". Once he addressed his aide, he would begin looking through the holographs that engulfed him. "Shall we tango?"

Immediately after issuing those words, he felt the warship powering up it's large engines at half power. "CAG this is the bridge. You are a go for launch. Repeat, you are a go for launch"

 

[Din Marren]

Objective: Capture the Flag Beacon
Allies: BLUE TEAM
Enemies: RED TEAM
Equipment: See bio. (Assets)

Spoiler: Tags

Maynard Treicolt
Westenra Mina
Bernard
Republic Engineering
Elani Demaris
Allyson Locke
Ryv

Din's T-visor tints when the sun hits it as he steps out from his team's small forward outpost. Were it not for the temperature regulators in his armour, the still air and heat in the canyon would be dreadful. At that thought, he can't help but glance around to the infantrymen, who were not as lucky with their standard equipment.

Looks like the extra years in the academy had their perks afterall.

<<Keep your eyes peeled, boys. Sigma's out there, and they've got the Sword of the Jedi with 'em,>> his voice is received only by those in his fire team -- Pop & Lark, the two commandos following directly behind him.

Lark straightens his arms to stretch his elbows, then takes a hold of his chainblaster with both hands rather than lazily carrying it in one at his side, <<We've got the mando Jedi though.>> The heavy-clad commando motions with a tilt of his head to the sight of Commander Treicolt near their base; one of the first Jedi of the new Order to officially serve within the Defense Force.

<<Well look at that. Yes we do,>> Din answers with some pep to his tone, turning to guide the small team toward the Jedi.

<"Commander, glad to see we got you on our side in this,"> he looks off toward the direction of the enemy team's base, scanning the rocky crevices and rust-coloured overlooks that line the pathways through the canyon, <"Ryyk was planning to try to get some high ground on our advance, but what's your play?">

Pop steps around Din to join the two in their conversation, resting his scattergun on his shoulder, <"Do we know who's sticking back to play defense?">

Looking between Pop and Maynard, Dare adds, <"Good point. We can stick back and hold the line if you'd prefer, sir.">

 

[Republic Engineering]

Core Worlds Region // Corulag // Abersaith Canyon

[RED TEAM] - Ground Forces.​

Location: Red Team Outpost -> Structure Outskirts.
Equipment: Armour | Carbine | Sidearm | Shovel | Dampener Aerosol Wrist-launcher |
Grenades: [x2] EMP Grenade | [x2] Flash Grenades | [x2] Smoke Grenades |

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It felt like an age since Gideon was last dressed in his combat fatigues. His entire life was spent encased within his powered armour, or some variation thereof. Yet, today, it was deemed that the man needed to be on equal footing with his fellow soldiers. While there were some choice words exchanged at first, the Lieutenant finally came around to the idea. Not only would it give his opponents on Blue Team a fighting chance - but if the man and his team claimed Victory without their full panoply? Well… the man could just imagine the rightfully earned boasts in the Mess Hall after all of this was said and done. He smiled then. This is especially so when the Commando's mind conjured the notion of beating one of the many Jedi that fleshed out their opponent's number.

Whilst his mind rifled through the enticing prospects of Victory, Gideon's body ran through the motions of preparation. Sure, the man already ensured that his gear was working correctly after receiving it from the Camp's Quartermaster. But, his training demanded that he keep checking his equipment to ensure it's proper operation. With practiced ease, the Commando withdrew the modified pistol and extracted the self-recharging cartridge. Upon seeing its gauge fully charged, Gideon slid the magazine back into the sidearm and deftly holstered it. Similar events transpired as the man checked the modified carbine and the various haptic pads situated across his lightly-armoured form.

Nodding with satisfaction after replacing the entirety of his kit - Gideon moved to exit the Canyon Outpost. As his combat boots neared the structure's exit, he could feel the radiant heat of the Sun slowly bathe his form. It was yet another simple pleasure that was often denied to him because of the controlled environment rendered unto him by the craftsmanship of his powered armour. He could feel the beads of sweat already beginning to form in his exposed pores. "Karkin' handicaps," Gideon muttered, as he withdrew and subsequently equipped himself with a polarizing visor.

After exiting the structure, the Commando found himself greeted by Dynamo and Whisper - who bore similar armaments and equipment. The only significant difference between the trio was that Whisper was equipped with a modified rifle - which was converted even further to operate as a sniper weapon. It was his specialty, after all. Dynamo was also blessed with additional equipment that suited his vocation. As a Medic - the man was outfitted with a modified stim-injector that'd nullify some of the digital hit markers before replacing the charge. The Commando wasn't happy with using unfamiliar tools - but this was a training exercise, not the battlefield.

"Hey El-Tee," they said, almost in Unison. "Some of the Reds have gathered nearby, whilst the others are taking up defensive positions. Should we link up with our Jedi comrades, or hunker down with the Infantry?" Gideon sighed. He wasn't a fan of fighting beside Jedi. Perhaps that's why Command decided to slap him and Sigma onto the team stacked with them. "I think the best bet would be to have you," the Lieutenant said, as he pointed towards Whisper. "Take up an Overwatch position on the ledge nearby. The Canyon's a somewhat of a straight shot, so you'll have good coverage."

"Want me to go alone?" Whisper responded. Gideon shook his head. "Maybe we could have a Jedi run interference for you, or give you some cover. Either way's fine by me." Whisper nodded, before peeling away from the Group to find a Jedi to partner up with. Or at least someone that would be good enough to cover him while he worked. When their party was reduced, Gideon and Dynamo moved towards the Motor Pool and a few high-profile members of their team thereafter.

RED TEAM: Elani Demaris | Allyson Locke | Ryv | Leon Gallo - [AIR SUPPORT]
BLUE TEAM: Din Marren | Maynard Treicolt | Westenra Mina | Bernard | Loske Treicolt - [AIR SUPPORT]​

 

[Marae Tavlar]

[[ RED TEAM ]]

// OBJECTIVE // ASSIST IN THE FLAG CAPTURE //
// LOCATION // RED TEAM BASE > AIR //
// FIGHTER // REC-SS01 X-WING //
// FOCUS // Loske Treicolt //

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It had been far too long since the Dantoonian had been able to free herself above the clouds, stuck having to finish the pilot academy in a formal sense despite her being far more skilled than the rest of her class. Except Derek. That fifteen year old Nautolan knew how to fly, Marae couldn't deny that.

But he still had to finish regular school, so he could go kark himself.

Putting aside her petty rivalry with a high schooler, Marae stared out into the cloudless skies above, the breeze blowing her hair making her excited to be able to fly as a proper soldier. Even if she wasn't the most excited with her rank. Being only an airman felt like a bit of a slight to the girl, but seeing as she never had a license it was fair.

"Alright everyone, this is a training experience so please don't go trying to shoot them down for real." The rational voice of the person that held the rank Marae wanted for herself pierced through her unfocused attention, dragging the Dantoonian's hazel eyes towards the hangar bay. "That said, red team is here to win. I want to rub it into Captain Phaera's face when you beat his flyboys."

It was a casual, but inspiring speech. Marae wasn't as concerned about winning the game as she was to eliminate the most other participants. Perhaps a good record would make the Command branch reconsider her rank, Captain Tavlar had a nice ring to it. Well not really but she still wanted it.

"Yes Sir!"

A hand reached up to push her messy short hair into the hood of the flight suit, the tangled mess fitting nicely in the back of it. Cutting her hair had already paid off, leaving her wishing she had done it earlier. When that task was finished her free hand reached for one of the helmets on the rack, leaving it dangling at her side as she made a brisk jog towards the hanger bay holding the X-Wings. It was never really a choice when they asked what starfighter each pilot wanted to fly. The X-Wing was the only real choice.

Hopping into the seat of the ship, the Dantooinian pulled the helmet idling on her head down and pulled the chin strap tight. An orange visor letting her see clearly, but blocked out the sun well enough. Some final preparation had the thing ready to fly, a feeling of giddiness taking over the pilot as she felt the engine beginning to turn.

"Check... check... Alright, go get 'em"

The permission couldn't come soon enough, driving the flight stick forwards as soon as the first syllable out air control's mouth wasn't a ch-. Marae could feel her back pressing into the leather seat, the pressure of the g-force both driving her back and pushing her forwards. A feeling of levity that the girl hadn't felt since before she began that fething flight school.

But now she was free. Free to shoot down the blue team rookies.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Corulag // Abersaith Canyon // X-02 Saber Class
VS. Leon Gallo // Marae Tavlar
I don't know why you bother at this point, give it up, it's me.​

Earlier that day....

"Aaand done." Loske grinned, rocking back on her heels after having leaned in so deeply to the panel of randomly hued wires. The room was dark, save for a light Frank was projecting after they'd snuck in to do this and when she announced she was finished, the room was cast into shadows again. The two silhouettes continued to speak to one another.

Aren't there security concerns around this? Frank commented with feigned concern. It was mostly to honour the check-yourself-before-you-wreck-yourself requirement Kaili'd built into him. Ultimately, his diagnostics would indicate he was supportive of the cheeky modified computer code being downloaded into opposition's systems.

The this in question was a hack - an override that she and Frank added to the Target-Aggressor Attack Resolution Software. When the TAARS package would inform other Alliance pilots of their status in any training exercises against the Blue team, an obnoxious anthem would take over their cockpit audio and annoy the other jocks.

"There's a greater security risk to the entire Alliance with bad pilots." She responded, waggling a finger at him "Anyone who ends up seeing this knows they've got to brush up their skills. Besides, your slicing was so clean they'll never trace it back to us....er. Well." Allyson was on the other team. "It's a good thing you're so cute, I guess."

That's your argument?

"For now. Maybe I'll think of something better if and when it comes up. Big if."

The modified astromech made a machine-based grunt as the pilot rose from the ground, closing the panel behind her and exiting the room.

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Those clad in blue jumpsuits went about their preperations. Silhouettes in the distance scaled up the ladders to the cockpits with practiced familiarity, bolstered and ready to make their opponent's TAARS sing.

Loske's eyes were filled with the sleek, venomous metal shape of the X-02.

"Blue leader?" A voice too meek to be a pilot interrupted her appraisal of the craft, and she turned to meet a face that was similar in youth to her own, but tightened with apprehension.

"Blue nine, yeah, hey. Are you ready?"

"Almost, I mean, my ship's looking good I guess. I just..I'm a little nervous, really. I got a few hundred hours in on the Incom skyhopper, but..this new X-Wing, I haven't flown one yet. I thought they were just for Saber squadron."

"Normally, yes, but they're the best The Alliance has." The blonde answered. Even though this was a test run, it was to prepare everyone for something truly horrible. Just a few coordinates away, beyong the confines of the quarantine zone, were horrors beyond their imagination. These simulations would do well to steel the nerves of new recruits, but the reality that waited for them was otherworldly. In the recesses of her mind, the blonde heard the echoing caterwauling of the netherspawn and she reached up to touch her forehead at the distressing recollection, playing the gesture off as if she were running her fingers through her hair. The cadet didn't seem phased by her temporary nostalgia, only continued to watch her expectantly.

Loske continued her train of thought. "There's not much difference control-wise between these X-02s and a skyhopper." Her smile turned something more ferocious, recalling the more successful instances of the Battle over Brentaal. "Except the payload's of a somewhat different nature."

Hearing that there were similarities in what the pilot knew, and was expected to work with today brought about some expression of relief beneath their yellow visor. Blue nine nodded once. "Right, okay."

Removing her hands from her hips, she placed one on the shoulder of the cadet, giving it a squeeze. "You're going to be fine out there, hey, better than fine if you're here now."

She didn't want to say anything about fighting against friends, and relaxed fire because the expectations were to elevate the individual's performance. Not send them out to plateau.

Thankfully, they were saved by the bell and a final preparatory call from flight control boomed over the hangar's speakers. With a knowing look, Loske made final eye contact with the other pilot before they both agreed to part ways and get to their ships. When nine eventually sidled into her seat, she'd be happy to see the instrumentation was necessarily simplified and much like her old skyhopper.

Meanwhile, Loske slipped into the acceleration chair and her ground crew began wiring her with chords and umbilicals to the ship, making short work of the operation and skittering away before she had to signal, taking the boarding ladder with them. Frank was already nestled in his compartment and hooked up to the system; by now her ship and Frank had interfaced well over a dozen times. The kill-marked helmet rested on the dashboard, and she quickly spun her golden tresses into a loose, tight bun before pulling the protective gear over her head. Her vision gaining a layer of yellow over it; the contrast in the colour scale helpful against the blues of the skies.

In the enclosed rectangle of a hangar, the steady thunder of ship after ship activating their engines was overwhelming. Ready to go, she added another monstrous din to the sequence.

It was like this every time before she and a squadron belched into the void. They were no longer individuals. Something now bound them to each and every man and woman in the cockpit. Something beyond comms -- purpose.

<Alright Blues, roll call.>

One after the other, the series of one to twelve rang out their affirmation. Loske mentally noted the difference in their voices, the steely resolve of the team ready to take flight.

<You sound great and ready to go -- activate your ECM and cloaks.>

An indicative crackle –– green to go –– popped in her helmet, and in response she touched a small lever. The ship, the first of the Blues X-Wings, began to roll forward slowly but with increasing speed toward the gaping mouth of the hangar's exit. She opened her comms to the wider, encrypted team channel.

<Alright ground team Blue, your birds are airborne and we'll keep the heat off you.>

Spoiler

indirect allies and opposition --
BLUE BADDIES: Din Marren // Maynard Treicolt // Westenra Mina // Bernard // Shattered_Mirror // L Long Gone
REDundant: Allyson Locke // Ryv // Republic Engineering // Zahara Myneto // Andien Gale // Constantine Oliva // Elani Demaris

 

[Constantine Oliva]

Red Team
Space
Aboard the ASV Hawk || Warrior II Gunship
Team: Zahara Myneto
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The Hawk was ready for what was to come. The crew had been in high spirits since Botor, and they felt ready to take on the blue team in this war game. Constantine himself was prepared too, though he had caught wind of why the war games were going on now. The liberation of Brentaal was on the horizon, and the GA military had to prepare.

The last preparations were made, as the small crew raced to their stations. The simulation weaponry came online, and orders began to file down from Constantine to the engine crews. The Hawk roared to life, and Constantine opened a comms line with Admiral Myeneto. once open, Constantine made his strategic offer.


"Admiral Myeneto. I'm glad to see you leading Red team's orbital forces. My ship is heavily armed, and we're fairly fast. If you can distract the enemy, we can flank them."

 

[Westenra Mina]

Wearing: Gladiator Armor

Armed with: Electro Staff (Non Lethal)

Shock-Gloves (Non Lethal)

Current Configuration: Gladiator (See Bio)

Objective: Capture Red Team Beacon



'Lynda' of course, could not feel the discomfort of the heat. The Android in some cases known as Westenra normally could not feel any pain at all.

Wanting to make GA armed forces more familiar with her face, the GA aligned mercenary had volunteered for the war games on a desert planet, bringing only shock gloves and an electrostaff, and had found herself in the same forward op base as Din Marren .

Military games were a new thing to Westenra. The Android was much more used to Asymmetric Warfare than ground operations with an actual army. It would be a learning experience.

Westenra had grown fond of her faction. Though technically a paid mercenary, there was so much worth fighting for that gave her a sense of purpose, that she gave half of what she earned back to the communities she saw most devastated in the constant warfare.

The Android, in this guise a positively gorgeous athlete with fair skin and raven hair clad in red and blue hoplite armor with silvery vambraces had busied herself by inspecting the perimeter, noting the flaws and typing them down for note. The operation would begin soon and The Android had not yet settled with the decision to stay or go.

She kept her pheremones deactivated as she walked by the soldiers. Of course, it didn't do much...she was so beautiful even without the pheremones, and even being in actual armor rather than a fascimile created by her flesh, that everyone stopped and stared at her as she passed by them...

(Character Theme Song Power Up)

(Theme: "Simply Irresistible" by Robert Palmer)

She was a hypnotic beauty whose walk had too perfect a pattern for her to be organic. Everywhere she went she turned heads without meaning too, climbing an observation post and using her telescopic vision and enhanced hearing to try and pick out approaching threats. None so far but she could just faintly pick up the whine of starfighters.

They were already on the move.

The Android decided to stay to defend her team's beacon. She would defend it personally if she had to. She had gone up against multiple members of the special forces in the past, and most of them used lethal weapons. The ones on red team had no such advantages...

Westenra decided to head to her teams beacon, with an intent to plant herself in front of it and dare the enemy to take it.

All those kung fu movies Westenra stayed up at night watching with her older sisters--also robotic assassins--began to play out in her head as she made her way to the beacon...

Republic Engineering

Loske Treicolt

Constantine Oliva

Maynard Treicolt

Zahara Myneto

Marae Tavlar

 

[Zahara Myneto]

Red Team
Courulag // High Orbit
Command Deck // ANS "Avenger"
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"You heard the Captain, turbolasers let's lay down some cover fire. Fighters, join up with the Hawk. All long range weaponry, target the enemy flagship "

Simple maneuvers were just the beginning. The crews of the warships gathered needed more than just standard battle practices and so Zahara had spoken with Naval High Command who agreed with him, to an extent.

The Sith Imperial Armada was huge. It was a known fact but the Alliance Defense Force was modern, faster, lighter and together those attributes made them stronger. But...they needed to know that together they could achieve the impossible. "Not yet, though" he thought to himself.

The Rad Red Team: Constantine Oliva ,
The Blazing Blue Team: L Long Gone Shattered_Mirror

 

[Ryv]

// Red Team //
// Capture the Beacon //
// Abseraith Canyon // Corulag //
// Bernard // Ziggard Blackstar //

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A classic game of capture the beacon! Ryv almost couldn't remember the last time he played the game, considering it happened before his disappearance following the One Sith's occupation of Coruscant. His time in the temple on Coruscant during his earliest years of training saw him competing against other younglings as a pseudo-training for future military operations fo the Republic and Alliance of then. With the threat of the Sith so close to the Core way back, the Jedi Masters devised a simple means of training the next generation of Jedi to work together on a battlefield, specifically to overcome cooperative foes with an objective in mind. Being ignorant of what most of the galaxy had in store at the time, Ryv hadn't realized the intention of his father and the many other Jedi who orchestrated the events. Looking back, it should've been evident to the inquisitive Kiffar, but hindsight was often 20/20.

Wandering up to the stationed soldiers meant to act as defenders to their beacon, Ryv offered each a nod in turn before taking up a position beside them. Most took up the uniform gear provided to them, meant to even the playing field for both sides. Rather than partake in what likely offered no real protection, the Jedi Knight opted for his favorite Ziggy Stardust tank top, a pair of sweats that facilitated full motion of his lower half, and the standard combat boots he took into battle. Though out of place, he didn't seem to mind it. The young Sword of the Jedi maintained an air of unorthodoxy former generations of Jedi wouldn't have tolerated, but he preferred it. Something about catching folks off guard and keeping them guessing left Ryv more confident in himself and his abilities. Sure, it might've been a placebo he created for himself, but it worked. And that's what mattered at the end of the day.

"Ryv!" a voice sounded from the Jedi's right, catching his attention.

"Oh shit, what's going on, Riley? I haven't seen you in months, man. I thought you'd be in the sky for this op. Seems more your style, no?" Ryv posed both questions with a smile, his right hand rising to meet the pilot's own for a righteous high-five.

"Yeah, well, apparently Blue's up there, so they're not letting many of us NFUs up to contend. Lot of us were excited to get a shot at her too. Could you imagine? Taking out a forcer pilot? Shit, that be legendary," Riley sized up the Jedi Knight, a brow perked up. "I noticed you're sticking to casual wear, any particular reason?"

"I dunno if you noticed, big guy, but it's hot as Mustafar out here," Ryv raised a hand, using it as a makeshift overhang to ward away the sun from his amber gaze. "If I'm gonna have to scrap in this dusty canyon, I'm definitely gonna go for something more comfortable than fatigues."

"You know what? That's fair, these are honestly chafing real bad," Riley reached down and tugged at his thigh.

Before Ryv could get another word out, he noticed the movement of others on the Red Team. While it appeared most folks were still gearing up, the first wave of defenders began filing out to position themselves for the coming engagement. Ryv turned to Riley, a quick nod of the head signaling for the Imperium turned Alliance soldier to follow his lead. As they marched across the soon-to-be battlefield, the Jedi Knight grinned like a madman. He hadn't expected to run into one of the Grayson Imperium's former troopers, but he couldn't say it surprised him to see Riley stuck around. He and Ryv got along excellent, it made the Kiffar's earliest days serving GI intelligence a lot easier, knowing he had a buddy to play Rancors and Ruins with.

"Aight so, here's what I'm thinking," Ryv began, moving to climb up a rocky outcropping. "We set up shop here. There's a limited number of routes they can take towards the beacon, which gives us a pretty nice advantage," he reached down, taking hold of Riley's hand before tugging him up beside him.

"Works for me, sir," Riley pressed into a small crevice formed naturally within the rocky surface, providing the duo a suitable place to hide.

"Sir? Nah man, you know how it is, I'm just Ryv," the Jedi Knight smiled, a closed hand hanging between them.

"You know what? Fair enough, brother," Riley knuckle-bumped the Jedi Knight, and they both settled in, awaiting whoever first pushed their position.

 

[Maynard Treicolt]

// OUTRIDER //
// OBJECTIVE // Capture The Beacon
// ALLIES // BLUFOR | Din Marren | Bernard | Loske Treicolt | Westenra Mina
// ENEMIES // REDFOR | Republic Engineering [SOON TO BE DUSTED] | Ryv | Allyson Locke | Elani Demaris | Marae Tavlar

S A L I V A

It might've been too much to ask for the Alliance to not ask the Jedi Knight to do 'more war' but even Treicolt couldn't shrug off that he needed the practice. At the very least, this was in much better spirit. He donned a half strewn together version of his Jedi Armor, even if he preferred not to bother with the plates of steel, the integrated HUD was far too useful in the coordination of this particular match to leave behind. Even if his saber colors would've been the preferred t

At least he had the reprieve that he didn't from Muunilinst. This wasn't the real deal, there were no Sith waiting for him on the red team, only fellow Jedi and Alliance Troopers. That realization helped to calcify his nerves at the very least. At least, as he consciously thought about it. In his deeper subconscious, his mind was still rattled from his time in the fire, at war.

<<Well look at that. Yes we do,>>

<"Commander, glad to see we got you on our side in this,">

<"Ryyk was planning to try to get some high ground on our advance, but what's your play?">

<"Do we know who's sticking back to play defense?">

<"Good point. We can stick back and hold the line if you'd prefer, sir.">

<"Appreciate it, granted I'm no Null or Paragon but hell, we get the job done. I think...I think what might be the best move is yeah, you all establish our defense. Set up some nasty corridors and bottlenecks, get your fields of fire. And more importantly...get some eyes on what they're doing. Null is a clever S-O-B. I'll head up our attack but I need word from you all that I'm not going head first into something nasty. "> Maynard says, offering the faint nudge of a closed hand against the armored pauldron of Din's armor before he starts to head off.

<"Bernard, let's me and you try at an attack maybe draw out Null or Ryv."> Maynard suggests, immediately shifting his gaze in search of the Arkanian.

 

[Bernard]

Corulag,
Galactic Alliance Training Grounds,
BLUFOR
Actors: Maynard Treicolt , Din Marren
Next Scene: Ryv
F R E E E E

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The traitor was dead. The blade that had slain him sat inert against the fabric of Bernard's undertunic. Its silver frame gleamed, a stainless mirror against the woven fabric which proved quite the opposite. The training gown had worn from tireless use. The white had taken on a beige tone and old stains of sweat and blood still held where a sonic shower would not shake them. It told one story of the determination that all Jedi shared. A life devoted to betterment, of the body, of the mind, and above all, the galaxy around them. The dark side was an ever-present threat, one that manifested in many ways. A Jedi had to be prepared to face it in whatever manner it would come to test them.

Today would be a test of skill. The Galactic Alliance had arranged for a simulated battle. A massive training exercise for its military defence forces and the Jedi of the New Jedi Order, who had received an invitation to join the operation as a direct result of the increasingly interwoven nature of both groups. Bernard had never served much alongside men and women of the military before the Galactic Alliance. Though he'd studied the involvement of the Jedi in the wars against the Sith, even during their height, he hadn't been of age to be allowed a part in them; then, following the Republic's collapse, he'd been alone on the streets of the Core's most remote cities for nearly a decade. There had never been time for him to acquaint himself with any organized fighting force, up until the light's resurgence quite recently among the Ashlan Order and the succession of its spark within the Jedi resurrection's modest flame. The light side burned bright once more from the Core and outward into the galaxy at large. Though they were few in number, the Jedi were once again striving to become peacekeepers and protectors on the galactic plane. Their cooperation with the Alliance was integral to that end.

Bernard was willing to give everything to nourish that flame, even as a lowly Padawan. In times of Sith dominance, the promise of its return had been the only thing that had kept his faith from crumbling. Even recently he'd been unsure about its future, threatened by the actions of the saboteur he'd encountered on Kuat working to undermine the light's brilliant flame, but now there was nothing to fear from him anymore. Bernard's own blade had vanquished Lanik's darkness, consumed his wickedness in its icy glow. The freedom that strike had granted him had imbued a sense of life into his soul that he'd long forgotten. The guilt he'd held, the pain he'd clung to as his guide to vengeance, it was all finally gone. His chains had been broken.

He felt at ease as he stood in Corulag's scorching sunlight, more so than he ever had amongst frozen dunes of Arkania. There was uncharacteristic energy in his steps as he made his way towards Blue's base camp. He carried himself upright, not to uphold a dignified facade as he may have done in the past, but because it felt right to do so. It seemed to be the appropriate way to uphold the values of a Jedi. He wanted to serve as an example for others to find strength in, just as he had found his own in the light.

Though he felt a little out of place, wearing a simple training-undertunic and a pair of baggy trousers, he settled in among the uniforms of BLUFOR's soldiers, a name for their unit that Maynard had taught him. Bernard admired the Concordian's experience in matters of war. It seemed impossible for unease to shake the padawan around Maynard. Though there was still much work left for him when it came to the matter of teamwork, he always felt progress come more easily when he was given the chance to shadow the more experienced knight.

<"Bernard, let's me and you try at an attack maybe draw out Null or Ryv,"> Maynard said, catching the arkanian's attention. The distortion of a helmet's vocoder was slowly becoming a quality Bernard associated with people he could trust, rather than Sith Stormtroopers hunting for Jedi survivors.

Though he'd never encountered Null, the idea of facing Ryv, the Sword of the Jedi and a friend, of all opponents brought excitement to him that was hard to contain. Bernard straightened his back more as he approached Maynard and the two soldiers next to him, steeling himself to lose the carefree grin that had recently started to creep into his usual expression.

He bowed his head in agreement, then replied, "My blade is at your disposal, Master Treicolt. Lead the way."

 

[Din Marren]

Corulag // Abersaith Canyon

Objective: Defend the Blue Beacon
Allies: BLUFOR | Maynard Treicolt | Bernard | Loske Treicolt | Westenra Mina
Enemies: REDFOR | Republic Engineering | Ryv | Allyson Locke | Elani Demaris | Marae Tavlar
Equipment: See bio. (Assets)

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<"You got it, sir,"> the commando responds, glancing to the 360FOV in his head to the cliff faces, <"No doubt he'll have Whisper posted up somewhere high. He got that name for a reason, so my suggestion would be to stick to cover and avoid slow, straight lines. Chances are he'll already be watching you before you spot him.">

Dare half-turns to look at his team behind him, with the T-visor falling on Lark, <"Get a vantage behind the fort with as wide of a FOF as you can. Only fire if they get close, otherwise just relay what you see."> His attention then moves to his squaddie standing next to the heavier set commando, <"Pop, take that scattergun and post up inside the base with that mercenary. You guys will be the last line of defense -- use those narrow halls and your CQB training to your advantage.">

The two glance to eachother, then nod. The plan was sound enough.

<"What about you, Dare?"> Lark asks as he lugs the heavy chainblasters into both hands.

The Caridan scans the area, looking at the natural cover strewn about, <"I'll post up out here with some of the jarheads. I'll try to be ready to take up a defense or cover the Commander on his return.">

 

[Westenra Mina]

Westenra was in the interior of the base, having distracted every soldier she passed by despite not meaning to. She watched as the various soldiers tended to their duties as she at last reached the interior chamber, where the beacon awaited. She was just outside the chamber where it lay, tactical database working through possible incursion scenarios, while being fascinated by all the lights and switches, wondering what they did. Personnel moved about getting into position to defend the base, going over last minute instructions.

An Astromech droid with a nearby tech doing repairs on a generator begin to go haywire and all of its instruments, which included an industrial strength buzzsaw that activated as it spun around wildly and dangerously, cutting the tech's hand severely as it spun.

Westenra was on it in moments, her electrostaff spearing its motivator. It went dead in seconds.

She went over to the injured tech, examining his hand.

"Bad cut." she remarked. "It went to the bone."

(Cutaway of the Terminator snatching the shotgun.)

"Nothing a little bacta won't cure." The Tech grunted through the agony.

"We don't need bacta..." The Android trailed, closing her eyes and partially glitching her repair programs so her blood would be ready to heal any injury even though there was not one. She cut her own hand open slightly with the tech's pocket knife and held his wrist.

"Trust me..." she whispered, dripping a few drops of glowing red blood on a lascerated palm. The man almost still pulled away but hey, its kind of hard not to trust the puppy eyes of a Wonder Woman expy.

The glitched blood treated the man's cut like it was a cut Westenra had suffered, rapidly repairing the muscles and closing up the wound in twenty seconds, though spilt blood still remained. Westenra's hand sealed up soon after and she helped him up by his repaired hand.

"What are you?" The Tech asked.

"Well researched." The Android answered with a happy smile.

"Well, thanks."

"No problem."

(Cutaway of the Terminator shooting a frozen T-1000)

The Tech called for a cart to get the destroyed astromech out of there while Westenra went back to guarding the beacon after retrieving her staff, smiling as she spotted the soldier Din Marren had sent.

"Glad to have the back up. I'm Lynda. What's your name?" She asked enthusiastically, not noticing the other soldiers giving strange stares at the creature capable of repairing wounds with her very blood.

Maynard Treicolt

Loske Treicolt

Bernard

Ryv

Republic Engineering

Allyson Locke

Marae Tavlar

Elani Demaris

 

[Marae Tavlar]

[[ RED TEAM ]]

// Wasp //
// Objective // Assist team in flag capture //
// Location // High in the sky //
// Fighter // REC-SS01 X-wing //
// Focus // Loske Treicolt //

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Giddiness was the first feeling that encompassed the brunette as her fighter began to soar, a schoolish giggle escaping her lips beneath the pilot helmet. It was a freeing feeling to be able to soar above the clouds, hands dexterously fiddling with the stick to do some flips and aesthetically pleasing maneuvers. Of course, all that she earned from them was a loud barking in her ear, the unpleasant noises of a Quarren commander displeased with Marae's taste for visual art.

"Please focus on the mission at hand, cadet." A disappointed voice like a mother whose dinner you played with moaned into the Dantooinian's ear, making Marae cut her antics shortly. "You're here to practice defending your comrades, not trying out for the Corellian Snowbirds." True, but hey, you never knew where the scouts were.

Focusing more immediately on her mission, a quick realization dawned in the gut of the pilot that perhaps she had spent too long outside of a ship before this mission. A roiling feeling in her stomach making the girl regret her earlier stunts. As it turns out, the flight simulators that they had cadets use in flight school wasn't exactly a perfect imitation. The G-forces weren't a problem, but the momentum of swinging side to side earlier certainly kept up with the pilot.

A suspiciously Quarren sounding chuckle made it through the comms.

Fortunately, aside from the mild discomfort, the mission was good to go. The pilots leading Marae having a bit more experience under their belt in an official sense assisting her in following a more strategically sound plan, comfortably finding her way back into a corner of the pack. It wouldn't be long now before some of the very talented and brave pilots on the blue side would be quickly and soundly shot down by the red pilots.

"How many I have to shoot down to bump a rank?" An irritating mixture of arrogance and sweetness escaped her lips, the naivety of someone inexperienced in war making it a bit harder for the other pilots to bear.

"IF you manage to disable any of them, you're reward is the skill and experience you earn." The voice of Marae's lieutenant chirped in to clarify some words for the younger pilot, emphasis where needed. Rookies always had a more lenient attitude towards these war games than those that had actually participated in the real thing, patience tending to be shorter for those that had. "If you actually manage to do well, Captain Isthael might give you a congratulatory pat on the shoulder."

Grumbling would be all the older pilot would receive, a self pleased smirk surely crawling along his face. Probably the Captain too.

Slouching back in the leather seat of the X-Wing, the Dantooinian counted her blessings when the bright blue ships of the enemy team shared the sky above the clouds with them. The dark blue of their fighters being fortunately easy to pick out against the bright blue sky. Perhaps a bit naively, Marae felt an opportunity to prove herself above the others. With a jolt of her fighter stick, the younger pilot quickly broke out of formation and dove upwards, higher into the sky.

Sure it was a very violent mistake to split away from your squad and ruin your position. But if Marae could get a few extra opportunist pilots to split off her way? Why she might end up with more points than anyone else, and that would be dandy in her books.