Breaking the Seal {First Order Dominion of Hex E-50}

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Between the Asteroids / Undetected Cruiser - Unknown Class​

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Silently they had waited, content to rest in the shadows. Once, twice, three times the enemy had flown so close the crew of the cruiser were afraid that they'd be detected. Every time the vessels had carried on, seeking out other targets, flying screens for their own vessels standing back just outside the field of space debris. Cloaked in shadow, obscured by the ongoing assault, the cruiser remained on minimal power to better hide its presence. Their Captain was no stranger to the void, his scars proving experience, his tactics sound. He stood at the helm, energy almost overflowing around the pirate vessel - now was the time to attack.

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With a single command the reactor of the pirate cruiser roared to life, systems all coming online in an instant. The jig was up, they were no longer concealed. Any operations officer worth their salt would immediately see a surge of power and a new signal contact. It didn't matter to the man behind the helm. He knew his duty, and those bodies aboard bristling with an unquenched bloodlust were nearly blind with power. The Captain wasn't the only one aboard the vessel who held some sway over the crew or the soldiers below, no - Balthor had seen to this endeavor personally. A chance to serve the Priestess of Shadow, a chance to sacrifice souls to the god of death.

Clad in a suit of barbaric armor, the illusion of blood and sharp edges made him appear more beast than man. Some called these pirates devils - today they would surely meet him. As the deck plating vibrated with the sudden surge of power, Balthor raised his voice in a battlecry that shook the corridors and echoed through the long walkways where the soldiers were preparing for their work. A resounding cry was received in turn, shaking the very hull of the vessel as it too surged forwards toward the Mine affectionately referred to as "The Pit". Today they knew their duty, guided by the hand of Balthor, blessed by the word of their priestess, sound in the compelling of their god. Blood would be spilled and souls would be sacrificed - there would be no stopping what was about to happen.

As the cruiser came into full view of the enemy vessels, its terrifying visage became apparent. The nose of the vessel had been beautifully and horrifyingly crafted into the shape of a skull, the eye sockets filled with a glowing ember, the rest of the hull was covered in slow curves and jagged ridges, more akin to a creature than a vessel of durasteel. Rotating guns began to fire at stray fighters, the largest of these taking aim at the First Order's larger vessels outside the corona of the Asteroid field - all the while it slipped closer and closer to the Asteroid.

As the Cruiser came ever closer the command was given, its broadside shown bare to the Asteroid's surface. That's when it happened. In a moment, flashes of light erupted along the vessel's underbelly, a plethora of Assault Pods were birthed from the beast. Balthor was among them. Soon they too would join the fight and if they were lucky, the advantage of surprise would hand them more souls to be reaped.

[member="Kyli DT-6767"] | [member="Primat Ren"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Omen"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="The Major"]​

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Post: V
Objective: Operation Cold Saber
Allies: [member="Omen"] | [member="Kyli DT-6767"] | [member="Primat Ren"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | @Balthor
Location: The Pit

Rexus glowered, as he slowly began to ascend the stone. He jammed his comms unit, deciding that anymore interruptions would be fruitless for the trooper. He needed his mind on point, and on the job at hand. Not knocking about like some idiot. As he clambered, he heard some thudding, and froze, before pulling himself up, and reaching for his rifle. It sounded like the distant sound of footsteps, or the movement of machinery. It was only when he noted the tremors of the wall, he raised his weapon, until he noted it was another pod. Separate to his, but one which matched his.

"Reinforcements." He breathed out. It was almost posed as a question. He hadn't been anticipating back up. And given there was now, a scowl spread across his face, as he he stood tall. He kept his rifle handy. This wasn't on the brief. But as the Ren pulled himself out of the pod could already tell he was probably some kind of forcie. It was visuals. They all seemed to knock about in attire, which was unrecognisable to the common grunt, and with the same sort of swagger about them. Wenck eyed the man, "I take it you're in on the mission as it sits?" Wenck inquired to the Knight of Ren preemptively. Of course he had to be. Assuming it was a 'he'. Could be a bullish she under there.

"I'm already behind schedule as is," Wenck barked to the man, before turning away from him, he clasped his rifle close, "We got a rendezvous point ready, stay on my six, and out of sight, this looks like it'll be a hairy one." The Death Trooper growled, before shifting his direction, further into the shaft, "Let's get a move on." He snapped, before moving off and into the depths of the mine, tracking Kyli's position. It wouldn't take too long for the two groups to meet eventually. Rexus' steps were kept in check by the rhythmic slamming of drop pods into the asteroid. As far as he was concerned, it was a meteor shower, rather than any Machiavellian affair. But as he ran, something troubled him.

Why all the backup? Were the ALPHA's not up for the job?

 

[Varian Alaric]

Codename, Agent Seven
Location, Cave System, Mine Shaft "The Pit"
Equipment,
2x - Lightsaber's(red)
Deep Fryer Rifle
Ren Armor(Rakghoul armor)
Status, Alive and Well

Allies, [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Marriskcal Lati"], [member="Kyli DT-6767"], [member="Omen"]
Enemies, [member="Balthor"]
Objective, Operation Cold Sabre, watch over Marriskcal Lati
Post Count, II

"Yes," Primat responded casually to the Deathtrooper who stood just a few paces from him. His voice was filled with the indistinct chatter of metal and static as it traveled through the voice modulator in his armor, making his voice sound deeper than it would normally without the helmet. "I take it one of you is ALPHA Three, and one of you is ALPHA Four. Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, name's Seven. Now, let's get a move on, we don't have time for pleasantries." Primat's right hand strayed to his right side, lingering there as he fell into step behind ALPHA Four and Three. His metal-clad fingers brushed lightly against the metal hilt of his saber, lightly fingering the hilt of his saber. His hand stayed close to his side to draw his saber if danger drew it's revolting gaze from the shadows to do him harm. However, that wasn't the only reason he kept his hand at his side. Whenever he didn't have his saber, he felt...naked, like a part of him was missing in some sense or another. Though he knew it was at his side, he still kept his hand down, near it, just encase it happened to get lost in the dark, though Primat doubted it would. Their were other things that could get lost in the dark, things that once lost, were gone, forever. That wasn't a thought that Primat liked to dwell on.

His metal-clad feet thudded softly against the rocky ground of the asteroid. Primat tried his best to keep the metal of his suit from making too much sound, however it was difficult as he ran to keep up with Rexus. Primat stopped worrying about the sound the metal feet of his suit made as he heard what sounded like a meteor shower crash into the asteroid, like it were a practiced maneuver done by the meteors on a daily basis. Which he supposed happened a lot here, Primat didn't believe anything out of the ordinary was happening. After all, he didn't get out a lot, spending most of his days training in the Bastion of Ren which, was probably still under repair what due to the schism a few weeks ago. Though, he couldn't shake this feeling that the force gave him, like something were amiss. After all, he didn't want to look like a fool in front of both of these ALPHA troopers, especially if it was nothing. Though, the nagging wouldn't stop.

Marriskcal. That was who Primat could ask about what was going on, about whatever this...thing was that he was sensing. He hoped it was nothing, though the force...was telling him otherwise. He wasn't sure what to believe, so getting Marriskcal's input would help. Though, not by comns that would take too long. Primat reached out through the force, sensing Marriskcal somewhere on the asteroid. Where she was, he hadn't an idea. Though, he could try and tap into her mind and send her a message.

He felt her force presence on the asteroid, reaching out once more through the force to relay a message to her, to see if she knew what was happening. Primat temporarily closed his eyes for a second, relaying his message to Marrisckal's mind before opening his eyes once more to follow after ALPHA Three and Four. <{Marriskcal, I feel their is something wrong, some hostile prescence of some sort. Do you sense it as well?}> He hoped that she had got his message, to put both his mind at ease, and to see what was with his suspicions and the force.

 

[Madelyn Lowe]

A slight frown graced the Governor's features as she noticed the projected form of the woman in the galaxy whom she held the greatest contempt. Was this woman so inescapable that even when she wasn't around to personally breathe down Madelyn's neck she would ensure she'd maintain her influence remotely? It seemed so. She grit her teeth for a moment, her weariness enough to strip away her cool demeanor for just long enough for her face to assume a position of open disgust. Then, the mask was back up. Madelyn's gaze went to the floor, then to the hologram, lingering before they finally returned to meet the Grand Moff.

"Director now, or so I hear." Said Madelyn coolly. "We have... Worked together in the past." Suddenly, she felt out of place. Her face flushed, heartbeat quickening, a slight tremble passing through her body, imperceptibly tensing and releasing the muscles.

This was wrong. All wrong. This wasn't a meeting, nor was it a committee, this was a hearing. They had found out, about Varonat, about Hallow, about everything. It was all coming apart at the seams before it was ready. It wasn't fair, it was too soon. Any second now the troopers would burst in, clamp on the shackles. And that would be it-

Dimly, she felt herself sit heavily in the chair, breathing fast. The world was spinning. Madelyn was unaware, but powerful ripples in the Force emanated from her being, carrying the doubt and anxiety.

An endless moment followed, and nothing happened. The wave on anxiety faded, and Madelyn's vision sharpened. She became aware of herself and she gave an alarmed look towards Grand Moff Fortan, her mind still shaking off the last drops of panic.

"I'm... Sorry. Travelling is hard on me." She murmured. "Please, continue."

[member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="The Major"]​

 

[Madelyn Lowe]

Day 1,
13 hours after activation,
HEX E-50,
Operation Cold Saber.

Low talking sounded from behind the droid. The team was conversing. Sharing information. A moment later, a scanner tripped, the electronic alert flowing like icewater throughout Omen's consciousness. Impossible to ignore.

<: "I detect life not far away. Stand by..." :>

Omen concentrated, monitoring the constant stream of data that flowed through, deciphering the echoes and muffled vibrations of footsteps and machines, the slight hiss of a breath, or was it a distant mining machine? Omen straightened, tilting its chassis right, then to the left. Eventually, it turned back to the group.

<: "There is a group of sentients approaching, 3 or more, possibly accompanied by a mining droid of some sort. My preliminary calculations recommend an ambush as our best strategy." :>

With a mechanical click a weighty rod emerged from the droids arm. Designed as a mining unit, the combination jackhammer and drill attachment would serve as an adequate weapon. If not, the F-11 strapped to the droids back would serve just as well at range.

<: "I await further instruction." :>

[member="Primat Ren"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Balthor"] | [member="Kyli DT-6767"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"]​

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Praetorian Initiate Hopeful
Operation Cold Sabre
Codename: Agent Five
Callsign: Shadowstar
Equipment | Mk. I RAKGHOUL Semi-Powered Battle Armour with Repulsorlift Technology, Training Lightsaber, DE-39 Maser Rifle, Throwing Knives, Binding Wires, Injector Pens filled with Lecepanine
Location | Eastern Mineshaft, Hex E-50
Allies | [member="Kyli DT-6767"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Omen"], [member="Primat Ren"]
Enemies | [member="Balthor"]
Status | Please don't squish me, ALPHA 2

[SIZE=11pt]That presence… Primat![/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Very well, Alpha-Two.” A small part of her felt relieved that they would be moving deeper into the mineshaft as a cohesive unit. She mentally chastised herself for the sentiment. Unacceptable. Now that Marriskcal has taken her step forward, she was expected to be independent. As an initiate, she would be assigned tasks and missions that would test her abilities and judgment, and she had no doubt that most of them would be solitary undertakings. It would be a drastic change for the youngling, who has spent the past 13 years surrounded by people.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]But that was something to worry about later.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]At ALPHA 2’s mention of ‘investigate’, her hand tightened its grip on the handle of her knife. The anticipation of an imminent skirmish and the eerie quietness of the rotunda made her even more nervous. When will they sound the alarm? Marriskcal followed their unit leader into the rotunda, keeping several feet of space between them. Though she wanted to stay close to her companions, the death trooper’s directive was sound. While they were put together as a team for this particular operation, she had never trained with ALPHA unit before. In the case where they have to move swiftly, it was more advantageous if they had ample space between them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Without the insight that came with experience, the blonde did not notice anything extraordinary about this particular facility as they waited for the turbolift to arrive. Yes, it was certainly more advanced and well-funded than she thought parasites were usually capable of, but then again, that was the nature of parasites. They were an abhorrent infection that will only continue to spread and fester, consuming everything in their path. To her, it only seemed like this Colonel Gotts was a more repugnant parasite than most others.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The sudden movement by ALPHA 2 had Marriskcal taking a step away from her out of instinct. The youngling was about echo her action when she spoke. Despite their unit leader keeping up a calm and composed veneer, it was clear to the force sensitive that the other was not fine. ALPHA 2’s fear and distress were blossoming with every passing second. But other than them, and the approaching bright presences that were ALPHA 3, 4 and Primat, there were no other living beings in the immediate area.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her brows were furrowed as she struggled with indecision for a moment. The desire to keep her abilities concealed warred with the desire to help a person in need. But as she was not a malicious person at heart, Marriskcal held her free hand out to ALPHA 2. “If you are not averse, I may be able to help alleviate some of it,” the youngling said carefully, making sure she did not mention anything about her unit leader’s lapse. “It would be slightly more difficult without skin contact, but I should be able to.” She was conscious that the other may lash out in anger. Though she had yet to meet anyone outside of the Order of Ren, her studies covered the prejudices some individuals had towards force users.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And that was when she felt them, the unmistakable burn of bloodlust and dark determination began to permeate the air. The ground vibrated lightly beneath their feet as their tainted aura continued to escalate. How many hostiles there were, Marriskcal was not experienced enough to give an exact approximation, only that there were a significant number of them approaching. Alarmed by warning, the blonde was about to alert her unit leader when the touch of a thought that did not belong to her resonated in her mind. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]‘Primat!’ she replied through the force, her mental voice soft and small. She was better at sensing than she was at communicating through the force, mostly only being able to project images and emotions. Though with some effort on her part and their proximity, it should be clear enough to get through to him. ‘Yes, I feel them as well,’ she continued, sending the impression she has felt on the force over to her brother. ‘We better warn our team of this new development.’[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And of course, when they were encountering their first problem, it was followed swiftly by a second and a third. If they were in a less precarious position, Marriskcal would have vented her frustrations on a nearby door. She was so worried over the presence of the new set of intruders from the above that she momentarily forgot to scan their immediate surroundings. She was glad that Agent Omen covered her lapse and decided she would try to do something nice for the droid if possible. “Your counsel is sound, Agent Omen. I will provide backup.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]With that said, Marriskcal turned back to the death trooper, her lips compressed into a thin line as she was faced with a difficult choice. They needed their unit leader to be in full control of her faculties. More so, now that there were hostiles just on the other side of the wall. Not to mention the ones that has just touched the surface of the asteroid. Though it was a breach of trust and the youngling would prefer if she had ALPHA 2’s consent, this was something that has to be done.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Without waiting for prior permission, the blonde took a step forward and grabbed ALPHA 2’s wrist, sending waves of calm over to her. There were some doubt if it would work, as there were two layers of armour between them. It probably did not help that the blonde herself found it hard to maintain her own sense of equilibrium when she was in over her head. Just in case she was unable to bring the other back with her limited abilities, Marriskcal started to speak, hoping that both her influence and voice would be enough. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Alpha-Two, Agent Omen has sensed three to four approaching hostiles. They have yet to detect our presence, so we still have the pre-emptive strike. Other than what Agent Omen has reported, I have also sensed a significant number of approaching hostiles from the surface,” she conveyed, making sure to keep her tone neutral. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Please let this work.[/SIZE]

 

[The Major]

Correcting the Grand Moff… How droll. While it was important to correctly ascertain the rank of who exactly you were speaking to in the hopes of avoiding embarrassment it wasn’t something that the longsuffering aspect of humility that was "Director Shephard" exactly pining to crush someone over. There was still a bit of Fallanassi culture scrambling about her brain, informing the measurements of her pragmatism, and where to rip at someone or where to ignore mistakes. One might say that without that upbringing there would be no edge over her competition. Point being: a rank or title makes nothing, makes no one. Maybe Governor Lowe should remember that. But alas, the lecherous blond wasn’t exactly built that way, and everyday that the Major was digging deeper and deeper into the spidery politician's past revealed her limitations as a person to be more and more apparent.

Madelyn was right: she did have a reason to be concerned, because deep down the woman smiling politely at the display of weakness -leering with a practiced indifference but all the while teeming inside with a spite that proceeded itself in reputation, the sound of saliva just so barely sliding between her grinning teeth like a beast smelling the reek of a wound on the wind- was something of a scientist. She saw a curiosity, developed a number of hypotheses, and tested them accordingly.

Remaining quiet, the Major waited to see just exactly how the interaction played out between the two government officials -polite to the last.

[member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Madelyn Lowe"]​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

"Director -- indeed?" Natasi asked [member="Madelyn Lowe"], glancing over at [member="The Major"] for a moment before inclining her head towards the spectacled woman. "Well met, Director, I apologize for accidentally demoting you. I promise it won't stay in your permanent file."

Natasi picked up her stylus from the table and the datapad next to it and began to tap rapidly with her stylus, although it was not clear whether she was making a note to herself or reprimanding her underlings for not updating her appropriately. Her nostrils flared and her eyes widened slightly as she set the datapad down. "Well. We'd better get started. I've assembled the group to determine what we're going to do with this little patch of heaven that will soon have the privilege of being First Order space. For the time being it looks like this will be a border area, at least until those scoundrels in the Coalition have the good sense to drop dead and move along." She waved a hand dismissively.

"Preliminary scans of these asteroids indicate that we could be obtaining several hundred billion credits worth of minerals, precious metals, and gems -- some of strategic value, others only luxury goods. A boon to the First Order's economy, perhaps -- certainly to whatever company gets the contract to exploit it -- but it would come with an opportunity cost. We could also use it as a defensive perimeter. The Supreme Commander may find it useful as a low- and no-gravity training grounds. The Security Bureau might wish to put a listening station here. The Navy might want to treat it as a permanent wargames and training arena, or a controlled border zone."

Her dark eyes scanned the two women, and she raised her eyebrows. "I'd like to know what you think."

 

[Kier Grey]

Kyli DT-6767
Asteroid "Titan", Ancillary Maintenance Access

Spoiler: Equipment

• Blackwing Electro-Sword
• C-25 Fragmentation Grenade
• FastTurn-3 Hydrospanner
• G-6E Light Repeating Blaster
• G-12A Blaster Rifle
• Mark/VII DARKSABER [DELTA] Advanced Powered Combat Armour
• Plasma Torch
• Stuncuffs

First Order Personnel: [member="Marriskcal Lati"], [member="Omen"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Primat Ren"]

Kyli stares towards the white-armour clad medic who extends their hands towards the 'wounded' sixty-seven sixty-seven with the sky looming behind. "Heal the wound" The Medic's voice was eerily familiar to Kyli and brought a level of comfort to that stricken woman. Kyli would seem to cautiously extend her arm slathered in crimson thrusting it steadily in the Medic's direction offering an extended hand with fingers unfurled as if to shake Mirriskcal's hand although now as the Death Trooper looked towards the 'Agent' what was being processed through Kyli's mind was not the dark inside of some dank maintenance access airlock just beneath the surface of a rebel held Asteroid. Instead she screamed wordlessly towards that blue sky looming above her desperately as three Troopers desperately tried to restrain and peel the seared bodysuit in vain away from the burned smoking flesh covering her charred shoulders. Limbs flailed with a spastic erraticness as she continued to flail wildly with smouldering combustion engine fuel still peeling away from her bones like wax off a candle. "Kill me!" The Stormtrooper who became known as 'Scars' roared with a furious pain pleading with the gathered Soldiers who attempted their best to restrain the Tank Commander's blistered and oozing skin, straw-coloured fluid trickled down that now cracked and broken Stormtrooper cuirass that now acted as tomb with flames from the FIV Wrath still yet dancing around them with shots whistling above and narrowly over-shooting the survivors. Kyli wet reached with a painstaking sluggishness towards Marriskcal in complete silence; unlike the woman whom burned away within the confines of the Death's Troopers mind. Stormtrooper Sixty-Seven Sixty-Seven died on Kaeshana with most of her company and was reborn as Scars who now stands Kyli DT-6767; engineered for war. Marrisckcal's hand finally wraps around Kyli's wrist and immediately the nightmare yields peeling away like curtains hanging before a window. Listening to Agent five's warning Kyli instinctively pulls her wrist from the woman's grip in one swift motion and pivots away from the Turbolift's doors and towards the modest rotunda and airlock, the Death Trooper pauses in her march to claim the poor souls who assembled in the void of space and stuffs a hand into her pocket and produces a C-25 Fragmentation Grenade and offers it to Agent Five thrusting it beneath the woman's helmeted chin.

Kyli's preturnatural hearing listens to the Turbolift shriek up the shaft towards the Asteroid's surface no doubt it contained the individuals Omen described as Kyli had not spotted any other access doors or means of descending through the facility. "Take this, climb into the crawlspace at the top of Turbolift shaft. When the turbolift with the search party stops drop this into it and lay across the lift's ceiling. It'll explode and the elevator should go into free-fall, don't worry I'll meet you at the bottom." Kyli drops the inert grenade without waiting to hear Five's response with G-12A Blaster Rifle shouldered Kyli offers one more command. "That applies to you aswell...droid" There was a hint of disdain in the Death Trooper's tone as she breaks into a sprint so fast it might appear supernatural as if the Death Troopers could call upon the force, the truth however was far more grounded and lay in the mutated cells that pumped through Kyli's veins. It took only two-seconds for Kyli to come into sight of the now cycling airlock. The pursed steels shutters steadily receded back revealing a large party of howling maniacs clad in rustic armour adorned with all manner of bones and sinew; Kyli simply smiled at the sight as the Particle bean 'grenade' launcher mounted beneath her G-12A's barrel whirred to life. "Sit down!" The Death Trooper sneers angrily through the annunciator, time passed before Kyli's eyes slowly that aggression dilates her veins and throws the woman's heart high up into throat beating with a painstakingly murderous strength. The trigger slams against the back of Triggerguard with a singular pull before those Marauders in their makeshift protective equipment brandishing bayonets attached to blasters can react to the sight; a lone yellow orb rippling with tightly woven golden bands travels across the some twelve meters of distance and explodes spectacularly within the narrow airlock sending a horrifyingly beautiful light back down the Rotunda before the turbolift. Kyli's magnetisable boots engage as the Death Trooper is dragged but a few inches towards the now breached airlock sucking pound sized chunks of bone and muscle out into space's cold, dark void. The scene soliciting a pompous and hearty sadistic chuckle from Death Trooper Sixty-Seven Sixty-Seven.

[[::Alpha-Three this is Alpha-Two, new contacts appear to be raggedy-arse looking 'tough guys' gate-crashing party over here received their grand opening and grand closing, over.::]] This time Kyli's speech passes successfully through the Distorter, alerting Rexus of their new quarry. These men had entered the Gotts' base like some bellicose hunter beating their breast proudly boasting of a kill yet to be made entering the arena like Hunters on an already well established foodchain with a much more terrifying apex predator already occupying the pyramid's precipice.

Instead they would find themselves the hunted descended upon by that black eagle wreathed in victory, worn proudly upon ALPHA's Powered Armour.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

"Seven?" The Death Trooper muttered bitterly. What was this? Some kind of addition? Were they being phased out? Worry crept into his mind as he pressed ahead. He remembered Skor now. The force user then, that, Ren, was that his name? In addition, his thoughts lingered upon the spectre of ALPHA's ending like the Gundark Gunners had. Although he wouldn't let it show. The Gunners were gone now, and he had to carry their lineage. Their legacy in the ALPHA program. He listened to Kyli give her report, "Roger that." He quietly mused.

As Rexus continued, there was another transmission, "This is Four." A gruff, and tired voice barked, "I uh, I found something of interest." Dergan Twigg informed the group, "I uh..." he paused, "I found a civilian." He finished, "Little scrapper, Twi'lek, can't be more than ten." The Death Trooper commented, "He says, something about..." he paused, "Say it again." Although not too loudly, a small, feminine voice can be heard. Muttering something in broken basic. "Something about there being some kind of control station near my sector." Twigg continued, "But uh.." Twigg's voice trailed off.

"Spit it out you mong." Wenck glowered bitterly.

"I can't fit, it's a tiny arse vent." Twigg whined. Rexus could feel his eyes roll, and a sense of exasperation come over him.

"Alright," Wenck barked, "This Three and Seven, we'll get to your position." Wenck then turned to Primat, and gestured, "Come on, lets get this thing movin'!"

It took little time for Rexus, and Primat to reach Twigg. Although, there was a little crafty engineering performed by the ex-stormtrooper, who used his lightsaber to cut a hole though to his colleague. Upon reaching him, the massive Twigg greeted them with a wave, and the green skinned Twi'lek girl, sitting on his shoulders. Although you probably couldn't guess the colour, not with all the soot, dirt, and grime which covered her. She was malnourished, and skinny as a bone. The massive helm Twigg wore, obscured her body, making it seem like he'd mounted the child's head upon his helmet. Twigg quickly gave Seven the once over, before proceeding, "Vents this way." Twigg said, before moving, "Little one said something about people, or something. Basic ain't 'er first speak."

"Alright, gotcha," Rexus confirmed, not particularly interested in the background, rather the objective. Dergan lead the two along, with the child in tow, until the passage narrowed, and began to grow shorter. It was there, at the end of it, that Rexus could see the bright red glow of artificial light.

"Seems this is some kind of filtration zone." Twigg mused, "Musta crashed into the outer portion." He added, before turning to the duo, "Kid says its dead ahead, with a bit of a drop."

Rexus examined the vent, it'd be a tight squeeze to say the least, but he could fit in there. His head turned to examine the Ren's. "Alright Seven, who goes first?"

[member="Kyli DT-6767"] | [member="Primat Ren"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Balthor"] | [member="Omen"]

 

[Progflaw99]

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Deployed Drop Pods / Undetected Cruiser - Unknown Class​

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The world shook, violent vibrations threatening to tear apart the very pod Balthor and his soldiers rode in - and then it stopped. Smooth as silk they raced towards the asteroid and the mining complex, silence ringing in their ears. A gut wrenching drop towards the surface preceded the solid impact of the pods against both earth and metal of the facility. Below, a jarring thud followed by a slow chorus of grating and metal grinding against rock would fill the corridors and shafts of the facility. Then? Silence.

Seconds would pass as the pod breaching systems went to work, those that had failed to penetrate the facility rapidly cutting their way through the exterior before depositing their payload of soldiers. Those which failed to breach a shaft or corridor and remained embedded in the rock? They too continued, boring deeper until they broke into various shafts and tunnels. Explosions as the pods unlocked and troops came pouring forth from within rocked the asteroid. With a cry of rage and pent up aggression, Balthor's voice echoed across the entire platform.

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Before the large metal door even hit the deck of the mining platform Balthor's legs were already in motion, propelling him rapidly out of the boarding pod. Eyes filled with fire he took on the likeness of a demon as he and his ilk spewed forth, intent on causing death wherever they would go. The bear of a man stood a head taller than those around him, helmet formed in the likeness of a skull Balthor's eyes glowed with a fiery ember. Bloodlust had begun to take over. Gaining his bearings The Hand took a glance around where they had been spit out.

*Typical mining facility corridor. Debris. No presence detected.* A fast and strategic analysis of their location revealed that they had breached the facility in one of its primary corridors. Wider than some of the auxiliary routes, this hall lead to what could only be described as a hub. If they could secure that location, they might even be able to use the mine's safety protocols against the enemy who seemed to be assaulting it in the first place.

"That way!" Balthor bellowed.​

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Raiders of all shapes and sizes began barreling down the corridor, blasters and swords at the ready as they surged towards the end of the long corridor. Balthor's own steps followed in their wake. In his hands, his weapon of choice - a war hammer, resting on his shoulder.

[member="Kyli DT-6767"] | [member="Primat Ren"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Omen"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="The Major"]​

 

[Varian Alaric]

Codename, Agent Seven
Location, Cave System, Mine Shaft "The Pit"
Equipment,
2x - Lightsaber's(red)
Deep Fryer Rifle
Ren Armor(Rakghoul armor)
Status, Alive and Concerned

Allies, [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Marriskcal Lati"], [member="Kyli DT-6767"], [member="Omen"]
Enemies, [member="Balthor"]
Objective, Operation Cold Sabre, watch over Marriskcal Lati
Post Count, III

<{Acknowledged, keep yourself safe along with your squad. Still try to proceed to the mission objective, and uh...if you have a chance, free some slaves. I know it's not part of our mission, but...we can't leave them here.}> Primat responded slowly and thoughtfully through the force to Marriskcal. This development was....troubling to say the least. All they had been expecting were filthy pirates and good for nothing, chit slavers. Primat had a feeling that whoever these new people were, that they would attack either side and kill anyone who got in their way. That would also spill distress for the prisoners and slaves on this asteroid. They weren't supposed to free the prisoners or slaves, that wasn't the mission. The mission was some warehouse and the extraction of an agent of some sort. But...they couldn't just leave the imprisoned people here to die, or worse, be enslaved, prostituted, or sold for credits. Primat wanted to do something, though they hadn't enough ships, or enough troops. All they had was a small handful of special ops, three, and a few Knights of Ren, which Primat didn't know the number of. He felt an obligation to do something, however doing so could land him in a world of hurt from Kyrel Ren or First Order High Command.

Once Primat and Rexus, ALPHA Three, had met up with Twigg, ALPHA Four, Primat decided to finally tell them of the news. Their was no sense of telling them one at time, too much of a hassle and it would just waste precious time. Time they couldn't spare now. "Three and Four, we have contacts coming into the asteroid, drilling in, they're not friendlies...and I doubt they're with the pirates and filthy slavers that are here. We're gonna need to act quickly and extracted whoever we need to extract." Primat spoke at a slightly quick pace, though it was still slow enough to make out in full what he was saying. Once Primat finished speaking, his gaze flashed to the small Twi'lek girl who was sitting upon Four's shoulders. She was scared, afraid...nervous, he had seen it before, a long time ago. Primat quickly looked away from the girl before following Twigg's and Rexus' lead.

It didn't take them long till they reached the filtration shaft, which was illuminated by a ghostly red light at the end, where it probably opened up to...somewhere. Primat wasn't sure where it opened up to, though if he had heard ALPHA four correctly, the command center was just down that shaft. At the sound of ALPHA three's voice, Primat turned towards the man. Primat could probably fit down the shaft, though it was a tight fit, what with it being a filtration shaft and all. "I'll go first, follow behind me." Primat spoke up after a few minutes of silence from him. He'd go first, after all, he did have two lightsabers and the force, he'd probably be able to handle any opposition that immediately presented it's self after going through. He made his way towards the entrance of the filtration shaft, before kneeling down and crawling through the shaft. It was tight, and ungodly claustrophobic inside. All the more reason Primat wanted out of this shaft, he felt trapped like some wild animal being hunted. As he crawled through the shaft, his hand felt over an empty space just in front of him, a few meters from the entrance of the shaft. This must be the drop. Primat slid his feet in first before dropping down the shaft. As the ground approached him at a rapid pace, closer and closer by the second, Primat used the force to try and lessen the impact and the sound of the drop. He bent his knees to absorb the shock of the impact as he hit the ground.

Primat's eyes snapped forwards as his feet touched the ground. They weren't in the command center just yet, though if he were a betting man, he would say the command center was just past the door ahead of him by a meter or two. His hand went up to his helmet, activating his comn link to speak to ALPHA Three and Four. "No enemies as of yet, their is a door, and beyond that, I assume...is the command center."

 

[Auld]

Cave System: Mine Shaft/Pitt
Allies: [member="Balthor"]
Enemies: [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Kyli DT-6767"] | [member="Omen"] | [member="Primat Ren"]

So loud. So bright the red was. ​

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That made sense. She was there to sell them out. The timing was too perfect. No matter. A new tact was needed. A new strategy for a bold new era where the heroes ran and only slime stood their ground. ​

Auld tapped on the glass, smiling in that disgusting way one did when it didn't touch the eyes or the soul. Within, a monster flared against the containment shield, screeching as the electric field blared and crinkled against the beast's skin. Those loud alarms now tripping, filling the deeper corridors of the mineshaft were all the indication that this little hovel was quickly due to go chest up. Knowing this tyrannical lot, they would lead the way with special forces. The interaction itself was worth the gamble.

She broke a seal, grabbed a lever while singing off key to the whining mass of teeth.

♪Now I'm wondering when you're going to eat,
Ripping blood and bone apart from meat.
Keep staring at sun so vaguely,
Chewing on fat and gristle strangely.♫

It was a struggle, the damned contraption itself made for a stronger hand, but she managed. She yanked, the failsafes toppled, and the gates to the cells opened on this level.

A massive roar escaped the cell, echoing up and down the chambers...

...and out rolled a trio of Rathtars, a pack kept and abused for sport by the idiotic pirates aboard. They paused long enough to gather bearings -hungry- smelled the air for prey, and jump across the threshold. One of the group veered to the nearest collection of pirates, who first started cursing, then shooting, then wailing in short order. The other two made quick work of snaking up towards a certain gaggle of First Order Specialty Freaks sent along to commit some other atrocity.

Safe on this side of the glass, she danced a little to the mystical sounds pervading her ears in the security room.

 

[Gaen Rhade]

Post: I
Objective: Operation Gladius
Allies: [member="[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/18443-lucan-sirrad/"]Lucan Sirrad[/URL]"] | [member="Gromm Cardan"]http://starwarsrp.net/user/9805-gromm-cardan/ | [member="Robogeber"]
Location: Command Bridge, The FIV Bellicose ([SIZE=10pt]Imperial-X Mark II[/SIZE])

Some officers liked to have their faces pressed to the viewports, their eyes glued the dark abyss of space and the specs of stars that littered it. For the freshly appointed Captain Gaen Rhade, he preferred to sit in in the captain's chair where he had view of the crew pits and the men and women that manned them. Wasn't that he did not enjoy the view of space, such was a calling that ran in his corellian blood. No, it was that he believed in direct eye contact with those he was suppose to lead and from where the chair was position he could observe the sunken crew pits or turn and look at port and starboard weapon controls centers or turn complety to eye the security station. This made him accessible to all on his bridge for the importance be when timely relayed information from crew to captain could mean life or death. The Captain's chair also provided many control featurs, such as the multiple holo screens he could aquire with just a press of a button that would flood his visual with pertinent and non pertinent data that detailed every inch of this ship. From here, he could access it all. See all. This was command.

Gaen was scanning one of the many holoscreens he had pulled up before him. The bridge was fitted with holoprojectors that made ease of such optics possible any where he wished to access. But for now, he was comfortable in the embrace of his chair. The issued boots that were given were not exactly built for comfort and added they were new and not broken in. His feet acked with fresh blisters from his daily inspection of the ship. "Nine hells to the credit pincher who made these damned boots!" The young man growled under his breath, his voice rich with the corellian northern brogue accent.

"Aye, you will break them in soon enough Cap'n!" A low gruff voice breached past his screens belonging to his XO- a older gent in his fifties with a stern craggy face named Jedidiah Haste. Gaen had known many men such as he. They were old war dogs. Men that have seen it all or so they made you let believe as they rambled on in their vast stories with drink in hand and questing to the bottom. He sat and drank with many when he ran amock through the galaxy as a freelancer. One thing was for sure, these men commanded respect from the crew and were a fountain of information, intelligence and good old wise advice. Most in Gaen's postion would find such a seasoned officer to be a threat to his very own command, but that was not how the Corellian saw the old space dog. He saw him as Ally and treated him with the respect he deserved.

"You talking about my boots or the crew, Commander?" He jested as his own eyes looked past the screens and past the fit form of his older XO towards the crew below. Gaen knew the crew were uneased by a upstart Captain nearly fresh from the academy at the helm of their ship. Gaen understood the feeling for their very lives were entrusted to someone they saw lacking in proper experience.

"They will come around Cap'n, don't you worry!" Haste replied sensing the young man's insecurities.

These insecurities were not with out warrant, he was a upstart commission captain fresh from the academy. His previous experience as a freelance space trucker gave him some meat to his dossier, but other than that he himself was surprised to get this command. There was much turmoil in the ranks with the absorption of the Galactic Empire into the First Order. Much confusion, command resentment of foreign officers taking command and just the usual mess room politics and jealousy. Was some interesting times to have entered the Service but here he was, Captain of a Star Destroyer where he was not so long ago running goods aboard a degraded light freighter. How far he has risen.

Rhade nodded in agreement to his XO, just as the holographic image of the Grand Admiral Appeared. The fresh Captain gave the best salute he could before the Admiral began his conference and request for update. It was the Admiral's prerogative to micromanage his subordinates, especially more with the amount of new faces in his command. Gaen listened keenly to the other officers reports and then it was his turn "Sir! The Bellicose is holding formation off the Ixion's squadron's starboard in keeping the picket line. Half my fighters are also deployed to fill the gaps and patrol the blind spots while i keep the rest in reserve and ready to launch once needed!" This was text book and the precision of it was nagging at the back of the Corellian's mind "Sir, if I may! These are pirates and smugglers we are hunting in this asteroid belt. I would like to advise that though we have the superiority we are squaring off with individuals that have carved a living in this abyss by thinking outside the box. Wit and cunning were essentials to survival out here Sir! just......." Damn his gut feeling and slack jaw. How was he to tell the Grand Admiral of the First Order that he had a bad feeling about this. Such would go over wonderfully with high command and his own crew. "Their gonna be desperate and rash in their actions with hopes of luck to be on their side in where they think they caught us off guard in our rigidness"

"If i were them, i would make a all out assault on just one section of our line in hopes of taking down the field and breaking through the picket. Desperate, risky with the odds against you. Its what i would do Sir!" Solid advice from a ex scoundrel. a shady past he did not hide from the First Order recruiters.

 

[Keyan Mastigar]

Commodore Gromm Cardan​

Equipment: Blaster Pistol - Flag Officer Uniform​

Location: Ixion - Bridge​

Status: Commanding a squadron​

Theme: Apocalypse | Battlefield 1​

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There was something oddly humbling about going from being the grand admiral of one of the most powerful navies in the Galaxy to being a commodore in one of equal power. Cardan had never been a humble man, even he was aware enough of his feelings enough to admit that it was a somewhat humiliating endeavour to endure, especially after something he worked hard to see succeed for the past few years had been dissolved in that damned civil war. Nothing, not even his ascension to the commander of the Imperial Starfleet, had been as pleasurable as when he personally executed the usurper.

Still, he could not take for granted the fact that he had retained his position as a flag officer, he could've been in a far worse predicament had he not somewhat proved himself a capable strategist during the Great Galactic War. At least Central Command had the competence to assign him a ship he was familiar with and as an added bonus an executive officer that he had become equally accustomed to. Lucan Sirrad; A man who hated 'Warlord' Tuspin almost as much as Cardan himself and Grand Moff Tanomas Graf did.

The journey through hyperspace had been nothing if not a productive one, Cardan had personally gone through the ship and acquainted himself with pertinent crew members such as those serving on his bridge as well as the gunnery officers who would be invoking his wrath upon whatever adversary reared its ugly head in this region of space. The Epicanthix noted to himself that the rank insignias and uniforms used were slightly irksome, though he was likely biased due to his long service in the Empire.

Gromm left his thoughts as he heard Commander Sirrad approaching, the older man turning to greet his subordinate with a blank expression as the latter presented his report. "Marvelous, maintain formation at maximum velocity." He ordered in a neutral tone "Make sure the navigation officer is kept up to date on asteroid drift by the FOSB squadron." The commodore pivoted upon hearing the alert tone of the bridge's holopod, signalling the fleet officers reporting to the grand admiral who was weirdly present on such a small operation.

He allowed his XO to answer concisely for him, not bothering with the idiotic chant of his new colleagues, before adding additional information in clear-cut terms. "The interdiction is at an estimated 78.3% efficiency, the added mass-shadow from the larger asteroids are interfering with the gravity well generators." Cardan informed his new commanding officer, "Full coverage cannot be expected until a squadron breaches the other side of the accretion disk."

Something tugged on the commodore's thoughts as if something bad was about to happen very soon. He attempted to shake the feeling but had his predictions proved once again correct as the scanner crew called from the pit. "Multiple hyperspace signatures detected. Unknown signatures amassing outside the asteroid field." A lieutenant reported, receiving a nod of acknowledgement from the commodore. "Raise to full battle alert, have the rest of the squadron get their crews to their fighters." Cardan barked, shutting off the holopod.

It would seem the pirates were upon them.

 

[Robogeber]

Location: FIV Imperator
Allies: [member="Lucan Sirrad"] | [member="Gromm Cardan"] | [member="Gaen Rhade"]
Enemies: Pirates
Objective: Operation Gladius

Rausgeber eyed and listened to each of his subordinate as they briefed him. He stood, a looming presence as his officers detailed their positions, and commands. However, what interested him was the interjection of Captain Rhade. While others sneered at the man, holographic faces, conveying distrust, and disgust for the former smuggler, and Core-worlder, Rausgeber listened patiently. "I believe to an extent you're right Captain." The droid drawled, his cool, artificial voice cutting through transmission. It was grating. Not quite human, but not yet totally machine, "However, these are pirates we are dealing with." He mused, "Ineffective, cowards, who are oft illequipped or armed to face the Galaxy's finest navy."

The droid allowed a small smirk to purse the display of his lips. But upon the display for all others, the Admiral's face was non existant. Unable to properly be displayed with all the interference. Instead, he was a blank face to them. An almost specteral figure. "Our next course of action is to deploy gravity mines," Rausgeber added, "I trust our associates in the FOSB to be intelligent enough to keep their operations covert," The droid pontificated, "Ergo, when the time comes, we will send corvettes, frigates and some cruisers into the debris field to-" The orders Rausgeber were giving were cut short, by the shout from the FIV Ixion's crew pit.

"Multiple targets deploying at sector four!" Senior Captain Croitz of the FIV Indominible snapped. The participants of the conference, now began to look around. The ordered nature of force, dissipated as information was passed on. One by one, the officers disappeared. Carlyle activated a holographic feed, which rose above the conference. They'd been flanked. An enemy fleet of privately owned cruisers and destroyers had just launched from lightspeed. They were ugly, by nature. A few Mon-Calamari frigates, and vessels lead the pack, followed by a smattering of Jast and Firemane vessels.

Rausgeber departed the comms centre, and returned to the bridge, "Turn us about and fire the guns!" Rausgeber thundered, "Jam transmissions, and move fighters to intercept, and bomber escort!" He barked. The crew affirmed his orders, "All commands are to hold the line. Do not let them break through, or anything to break out!"

 

[Armand Temi]

Post 2
Objective: Strike targets from space
Allies: [member="Doran Ren"] [member="Racosidae"] [member="Eighth Guard"] [member="Primat Ren"]
Soundtrack: Disconnect

But that voice of [member="Kyrel Ren"] never came. With no immediate orders, the brunette clone shut off her comms system and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath from her oxygen system. Mechu-deru. The application of the Force to influence and ultimately control electronics and technological systems. Varas had barely any exposure to more exotic skills that originated from the Sith, but she was strong enough now to try the technique on her own.

Connecting to another organic being through the Force was relatively easy now for the Knight. But a machine? Floating there in space in the sleek Silencer, she mentally touched the console and began to seep inside, but at first it proved incredibly difficult. Organics were porous, open, vulnerable. That culpability was extremely exploitable. But in her mind, the Silencer felt like a sealed up vault, one that made her marvel at its engineering even more.

Another try then, Varas. Another lungful of oxygen and she would be-

BANG!

She snapped her blue eyes open to see a group of Mynock maws stuck upon the transparisteel viewport. With an irritated snort, she flipped the controls of the Silencer back on and tried a few maneuvers to shake them off. Fething leeches. She grimaced at their hairy mouths so up close and personal. There was no way she was going to climb out and shoo them off. Varas wasn’t completely sure how much life support the pilot gear held outside of a TIE Fighter and if she had to take a guess she would have described it as “zero.”

In the meantime, a medium-sized pirate ship, rickety and unkempt but still nimble, headed straight towards the visually impaired brunette and with her power and sensors on low, the radar had not quite picked it up yet.

 

[Madelyn Lowe]

"Well, I do have some ideas." said Madelyn, glad to have her attention shift to the subject of work. That was something she could immerse herself with, a world of its own away from social graces, and meetings with diplomats and officials. More importantly, she could push aside the dark thoughts and desires. The inescapable desire to better herself, and her position. The little nagging thoughts that said "that could be you." But, when she was buried in her work, she could be satisfied by the productivity. The droning of the bees in her mind was dulled by the smoke of beaucracy.

Reaching into a bag that she'd placed beside her chair, the blonde retrieved a small holoprojector, that she set down on the polished table in front of her. Reaching out her pale hand, a slender finger tapped the smooth depression at the metal base of the projector to activate the device. Casting a harsh blue light around it, a three-dimensional map of the asteroid field appeared.

"My proposal is to turn this sector into our largest and most profitable mining colony. Furthermore, we can use the colony as an opportunity to provide employment to a growing minority of non-humans unable to find work in their home systems."

She paused long enough to slide packages of documents over to the two women.

"It's a big ask, and a project that would require lots of support from local governments and systems. But it'll seriously reduce some of the economic strain we've been feeling here, reducing the load on the welfare system."

With a click, the projector turned off, and the room returned to its ambient colour.

"So. What do you think?"

[member="The Major"] [member="Natasi Fortan"]​

 

[Madelyn Lowe]

Day 1,
13 hours after activation,
HEX E-50,
Operation Cold Saber.

Pulling its metal hunk upwards with mechanical limbs, Omen followed Agent 5 as the pair climbed into the crawlspace that acted as a maintenance entrance to the turbolift shaft. Haptic feedback sensors mounted across the droids body ensured Omen was jarred by every bump. Distracted by the sensation, Omen turned them off.

They entered the shaft, a massive void extending the length of the asteroid. The body's articificial gravity meant that any misstep would result in a lengthy fall. Though, that would likely be of more concern to the AI's fleshy compatriot. The shaft itself was vast and dimly lit, with red emergency lights barely penetrating the dimness, and highlighting the clouds of choking dust that already ground themselves into the grooves and hinges of the droids chassis. Below, the dark shape of a turbolift raced upwards, rapidly closing the distance to their floor. When it stopped, Agent 5 would drop the grenade and the lift would drop. Then they would make their way down to the bottom and rendezvous with the team leader.

That was the plan anyway.

The lift raced closer, and Omen turned its body to face the young girl gripping the grenade.

<: "Are you ready, Agent 5?" :>

 

[Progflaw99]

-- -- --​

CO: Senior Captain Ephraim Tarkin | XO: Cmdr. Ina'aren'nuruodo​

Outer Rim | Sluis Sector | Hydian Way​

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As it had been with the others of their cadre, Ephraim found it difficult to adjust. Oh, tactics were similar, the general ideology was similar, but these uniforms chafed in the most uncomfortable way. Or maybe that was his imagination. The bridge of the INV Hammerheart was awash with activity, officers shuffling in the command trenches and manning the consoles towards the rear of the bridge. At its center stood immobile, the newly demoted Senior Captain Ephraim Tarkin. The sneer he carried upon his face described perfectly how he'd felt about the situation - and yet, what else was he to do? It had all happened so fast. To him, it was practically a death sentence.

Ephraim had been in the game for a long time, even retired once, but the needs of the Empire had called him back from his cushy post at the Academy. Since then the former Rear Admiral had knocked off the rust and fought back with a vengeance. He along with the rest of the remaining Empire forces had since been absorbed into the First Order war machine, demotion compliments of their command staff. To say he held a grudge would be an understatement.

Beside Captain Tarkin stood his second in command - at least they had the foresight to keep the two together, and had even gone so far as to allow them to command the Hammerheart. Under the command of a First Order Admiral of course. Ina as he'd come to know her had kept her cards close to her chest, as was her way. He couldn't tell if behind those cardinal colored eyes she was fuming at their predicament, or reasonably content.

"We've got orders sir - new hostiles in sector four."​

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The voice of a young Lieutenant pierced the relative silence aboard the bridge. Ephraim's eyes darted to the holo-display, a spattering of color splashing across the mentioned sector. Over the comm he could hear the other vessels react, calling out new contacts and directing starfighter groups into screens. Captain Tarkin wasted no time in issuing his own.

"Bring us on line with the rest of the fleet, I want our fighters out wide. Prepare all batteries to repel attempts to break the blockade. Reroute auxiliary power to the targeting systems, I want as many targets locked as possible."​

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A cacophony of affirmatives rang across the deck, booted feet squeaking as they trod across it, scurrying to action. Panels jumped to life, readouts flashing across the three dimensional holo-display. They would be ready, the real question is were the pirates ready to face this maelstrom?