Casus Belli (Tygaran Alliance/Galactic Alliance vs First Order Rebellion of Kaeshana)

[Arlen Rossi]

Location: Kaeshana
Objective:--
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Galactic Alliance

Then,

The Commissar entered the great hall to find the main table nearly occupied by the elders and leadership of the village, as per her instructions. Each one radiated with a mixture of fear or rage, but all they could do was sit helplessly, as the table was surrounded by a squad of scout troopers with blasters to deal with trouble. Many of more fearful ones had already gotten a nasty taste of the sting from stun bolt.

"There is no need for alarm," the woman said as she paced around the table of matriarchs gloved hands tucked behind her flowing black overcoat. "For I have come with great tidings."

"The First Order has come to liberate the people of Kaeshana from the scourge of the barbarians who ravage your lands, and to finally rehabilitate your world."

Phase one was already well underway, pirate and gang strongholds being wiped off the face of existence in a massive joint operation by various branches of the government and military. While the Army, Navy, and Ren took care of most of the fighting, agents of the interior ministry swept across the lands, quietly spreading the word about the First Order of the glorious Supreme Leader. Rather conveniently, each agent was usually accompanied by company or more of gendarmerie as "protection", to be extended to each settlement they encountered on their evangelizing.

Many settlements graciously accepted the protection of the interior ministry agents and all the foodstuffs and medical supplies carried by the gendarmerie. Other settlements, like the one the Commissar found herself in now, were not quite so receptive. After attacking her men during a breakdown in an initial round of talks, resistance was swiftly pacified through a myriad of non-lethal means. Stun bolts, glop grenades, vornskr take-downs, etc. While numerically superior (A fact which had given the Eldorai savages a false sense of confidence in triumphing) they quickly fell apart against the methodical tactics of well trained and seasoned soldiers armed with vastly superior technology.

The ringleaders of the attack had been rounded up, and force marched to a run down building serving as the settlement's common area. Here, she would give the leadership only one chance to see the error of their ways, or else she would find some more compliant replacements within the settlement.

"Our fight is not with you, but with the monsters who continue to destroy Kaeshana."

"No! Our fight is with you! You are the monsters!" one of the matriarchs roared as she banged her fists against the table hard enough to make the wooden planks rattle and creak. Troopers raised their blasters at her face and back, but the Commissar raised her hand to stop them from taking action. The young matriarch trembled with anger, but she wasn't quite so brave as to stand.

"'Oh? The First Order, who just saw to the bellies of your people being filled, their backs clothed, their ailments treated? Truly dreadful."

She stopped pacing until she was standing right across the table from the rebellious Eldorai, meeting her glare looking quite unimpressed, like a parent watching their child in the midst of a tantrum.

"Just tricks! I know your kind! You think you can win over our people with ration packs and blankets? Do you thi--"

The woman's tirade was interrupted by a cough as she felt a tickle at the back of her throat. She tried speaking again, but only coughed some more. She started rubbing her throat, the tickle turning into a painful burning sensation that spread to her chest.

She started to heave, but nothing came out as her windpipe constricted. All the air had been forced out of her lungs by the coughing before she had a chance to take a breath.

She banged a hand against the table again, but this time for help. The nearest matriarchs reached over for her, but they were powerless to help her as she choked. All they could do was wail at the Commissar and Troopers to help. None of them budged, the Commissar standing straight looking on solemnly.

The shrieking only got louder as her face began to turn color. It was then that the Commissar started walking, right around to choking Eldorai. She kept her eyes locked on the Commissar the whole time, until she finally keeled over from her seat from the lack of strength.

She fell right on her back, so that her head was facing straight up at the Commissar. The FO official stretched out a hand for the Eldorai to grab. With much struggling, the young matriarch grabbed onto one of the Commisar's ankle length boots to prop herself up high enough to reach.

The moment she did, her windpipe opened right back up. For a full minute, she could do nothing but greedily suck up air with loud wheezing and gasps.

"Having some trouble?" the Commissar asked as she lifted the Eldorai onto her feet with no discernible sign of exertion.

The anger had been drained from the woman as she had just come to the brink of death. She quickly shook her head no, pulling away from the woman to retake her seat as she rubbed her throat.

"Pride is a very dangerous thing," the Commissar told them as she began pacing again. "It clouds our judgement as we become deluded by it. It prevents us from acting as we should."

"All of you here may seem to find life bearable as you sit at the top, able to hoard precious resources as you see fit. However, for most of your village, they exist in a precious state like your friend was just just a few moments before. Right on the edge, liable to die at any time. I came to your village horrified to discover many of your people have been reduced to walking skeletons while many of you waddle around fat as hogs."

"Your people are dying, but instead of rising to the challenge to save them, you resign yourselves to the roles of parasites, only exacerbating their misery."

"They fought for you in our last bit of contact, but expect their loyalty to dry up quite soon when they see was true leadership looks like. When they see how good life can really be. When they finally have a taste of the stability and prosperity that the First Order has come to bring them."

"Today, I did not come to usurp you, but to ask for your cooperation in seeing to the well-being of your people. Despite rough first impressions, I'm willing to overlook your transgressions if you pledge yourselves to the First Order today and help us establish peace across Kaeshana."

There was one empty chair that rested on a raised platform above the main table where the matriarchs sat. She plopped right onto the petty throne, waiting for the answer of the matriarchs.

For the longest time, they remained silent, but the Commissar could see the inner turmoil within them all from their surface thoughts and emotions, wrestling between the humiliation of being shown up by the FO official, and the truth that they were all terrible leaders.

After a while, one of the older matriarchs stood, lifting her head to look up at the Commissar.

"I...I pledge myself to the First Order."

Gradually, other matriarchs would follow one by one. That included the rebellious one who had made an outburst a little earlier, though she was one of the last to do so.

Whether or not any of them actually believed in the First Order, they had all finally submitted to the Commissar's will, and that was all that was needed. In time, they would learn to appreciate what the First Order was doing for them. The FO was utterly ruthless in its pursuits, but to make an omelette, one had to break some eggs. The ends justified the means.

"Now that you're all on board, I wold like to show you what I had been trying to share the first time around. The future."

From her outer coat pocket, she withdrew holo-projector. As she turned it on, it would project the renderings of several machines with schematics. All components for biomes. In the short term, while the First Order worked on some terraforming projects to clear the skies, such biomes would be built to create more habitable zones for the locals. Nearly self-sufficient in design, most being able to run off some form of renewables.

Biomes, hydroponic facilities, several infrastructure projects that would finally help pull the locals out of the tailspin they had been in since their great calamity.

When the matriarchs began to see some concrete plans, they began to warm up to the idea of the First Order. It wasn't the first time someone had dropped in to dole out aid to the Eldorai as some part of a publicity stunt, but the First Order appeared to committed to restoring Kaeshana to its former glory. They could get on board with that, as hard as the humble pill was to swallow.

After a few days, order was restored as yet another settlement had peacefully signed on with the First Order. A small army of aid workers and engineers entered the settlement after the Commissar to begin surveying the area to establish a new set of temporary shelters and distribution centrs. A temporary garrison was established by the gendarmerie, and they largely took over on the security front. With equal measures of sticks and carrots her job was done, so she moved on to the next settlement to continue her mission.

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Now

Arlen let out a sigh of relief as she pulled apart the masquer from her face back at base. She felt tiny pinpricks of irritation as the tiny tendrils of the biot were uprooted from the pores of her skin, but the feeling of refreshment as her real skin could breath was more than worth the momentary discomfort.

The fanatical political officer of the Interior Ministry had been put to rest as the FOSB agent received a new assignment on the planet. Out of nowhere, the Galactic Alliance had just reared its ugly self-righteous head in the Kaeshena system.

Somehow, the Alliance had made it to ground without the First Order's notice, already busy at work at turning the place into warzone to thwart the FO's humanitarian mission.

As per usual, the Galactic Alliance was pursuing a combination of kinetic and non-kinetic operations. Fighting the First Order while also trying to win the hearts and minds of the locals to turn them against the FO. Arlen had received orders from her station chief to disrupt such efforts along with other FOSB agents currently on the planet.

She had her work cut out for her, as the Alliance just seemed to be everywhere so suddenly, but she was looking forward to getting in on the action. Her well-tailored uniform was replaced by armor before setting out with her personal unit of scout-troopers.

 

[Hansen]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7k4uRKvSa0I[/youtube]​

((OOC: To the Brave Stormtroopers of the FN Corps, 1st Inf Reg, 2/17th Battalion, Alpha Company, 3rd Platoon.))​

FN-888 "Helden"
Citadel of Dawn.

Joan leaps down into the slit trench the platoon have dug themselves and she heaves up F-11D with only her helmeted head and barrel of weapon exposed, she scans the terrain keenly with blue eyes from behind visor. In the gunpits she hears the clack of repeating blasters fastening to tripods. Members of the platoon drape camouflaged scrim netting over their fighting position. Now a whole platoon of Stormtroopers between the loathsome GA forces and citadel of dawn. Like Hawks they watch the road, Shrapnel and his two Stormtroopers jog back towards the slit trenches after thoroughly burying mines beneath the surface of the mainly dirt cobblestone-strewn road. Hotshot sits in his camouflaged gunpit alone with a Flamethrower and watches the treeline with outward enthusiasm and hopes his Platoon Commander will but give him the order to turn the forest into a firestorm. "Steady Troopers, watch for silhouettes on the horizon and movement in the trees." Shrapnel slides into the Slit Trench beside Joan, perhaps the distinguishing pauldrons would give them away to enemy snipers. The Galactic Alliance often offered no such distinction among their troops, endemic of cowardice to the Stormtrooper Officer. "Do you not find it entertaining?" Joan looks out the corner of Visor to Shrapnel.

"What?" He asks with a raised brow behind that faceplate.

"When we massacre pirates and raiders it is a war crime, when the Galactic Idiots do it, it is 'Enforcing the Law'." There is a pause when the two Stormtroopers simply look at each other, raised from childhood to be soldiers. Shrapnel behind a staccato of cackling, a taunting chorus. A few of the other Troopers chuckle without knowing fully what the two are talking about but merely the sound of laugher is enough to get the 'unfeeling' Stormtroopers going.

Spoiler: Defences

• Mined Road

• 1x Networked Slit Trench in front of the citadel arranged in a semi-circle.

• 3x Static gunpit w/camouflage netting and tri-pod mounted FWMB-10 repeating blasters dug into the slit trench network

• 1x Static gunpit located close to the treeline.

@[member='Trextan Voidstalker'], @[member='Joza Perl']. @[member='Asharad Graush'],

 

[Talyn Krane]

Objective: Destroy First Order fleet, establish Remnant as dominant Imperials.
Allies: The Imperial Remnant, Galactic Alliance, [member="Tanomas Graf"], [member="Desmond C'artyom"], [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Enemies: The First Order, [member="Darth Prazutis"], [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

When she'd been a young girl on Crina, orphaned by the war, studying hard by day and working to cover her tuition by night, Talyn had once watched a nature documentary on pack hunters. She had watched in morbid fascination as a dozen small predators had faced off against a single huge beast, circling around it to nip and tear at its flesh. Individually, they were little match for the creature; it crushed several of them with swipes of its barbed tail or snaps of its jaws. Yet they were always surrounding it, keeping it off-balance, never letting it focus on any individual of their number. In the end they had killed it, swarming over its body to deal it a death of a thousand cuts. Overwhelmed and distracted by the number of enemies, the larger predator had not been able to effectively bring its strength to bear.

Those same images flashed through Talyn's mind now, as she surveyed the progress of the battle. She turned her attention from the Vindicator-class, confident that enough damage had been done to remove it from her calculations, and instead considered matters of grander strategy. In the distance, in the thick of the battle between the Galactic Alliance and the pretenders they had come to thwart, the flagship of the First Order admiral had taken a hit to the bridge. Running new numbers through her head, the young woman smiled. The First Order had attempted to kill her side's commander; this was her opportunity to return the favor. And with the Galactic Alliance already fully engaging the enemy ships, this was her chance to strike like those little pack hunters and keep the enemy off-balance.

"This is Captain Krane," she broadcast on a secure channel as the rest of the Remnant fleet came up through the corridor she had secured behind her. "I am assuming general command under Directive 1409-Besh. Prepare to receive new orders." In their current position, the Remnant ships were perpendicular to the two fleets, watching the battle unfold as if in a holovid. It was the perfect situation for a flanking maneuver. The two Vindicator-class Heavy Cruisers, well-suited to mop up fighters and assault shuttles with their batteries of swift light turbolasers, could remain behind to protect the Grand Admiral's ship from any further attack. The heavier ships would move up and engage the Dar Itah-class foe from the side, preparing for a rapid decapitating strike on the ailing First Order.

"Go to full ahead," Talyn commanded, Kayl relaying her orders to the assembled ships of the fleet. "Victory IV-class vessels in front, Gladiator-class just behind, standard missile wedge formation. Vindicators and Tartans will remain behind to mop up the fighters around the Grand Admiral's ship. Light Cruisers and Tempus-class vessels will protect the flanks and aft as we advance. Our TIE squadrons will assist against smaller targets. Dreadnought and Gladiator-class vessels, load capital grade torpedoes and prepare firing solutions." Ahead, the First Order admiral was reacting to the damage his flagship had sustained; a pair of Star Destroyers were moving in front of the Dar Itah-class to screen it from further damage. That was an obstacle, but one that could be surmounted. Talyn was unafraid.

The small fleet glided like a thin but deadly blade across the void, slipping through the cracks in the battle to strike at the heart. "Purge Squadron," Talyn transmitted, "the enemy is attempting to shield their flagship behind those Star Destroyers. We will crush them with one swift stroke. Prepare for a bombing run against the starboard Destroyer." The Remnant had an advantage in this fight - it was Grand Admiral Tanomas Graf himself who had overseen the design of the Victory X-class Star Destroyers the First Order was using, and as such their schematics were well-known to the Imperial Fleet. "Begin your bombing run from the aft section, where the enemy has no weaponry. Target the concussion missile launchers; the missile storage is just beneath, and will create a chain reaction."

All that would be required now was to bring down the enemy's shields. "Commander Kayl," Talyn ordered, "charge forward ion batteries." The three Victory IV-class vessels each had ten forward-facing long-range ion cannons, capable of combining in a withering barrage of fire that could take down shields within moments. All that remained was to overwhelm the enemy point defense systems so that Purge Squadron's bombing run could occur uninterrupted. "Ion batteries, open fire on my mark. Dreadnought and Gladiator-class vessels, delay six seconds after my mark, then launch torpedoes. Mark." A fresh storm of ion fire entered the battle, streaking toward the starboard Star Destroyer that was shielding the enemy flagship. Just behind it, capital-grade torpedoes streaked in, aimed at the concussion missile launchers.

The shields would surely take a beating from the concentrated ion fire of three ships of roughly the same size, and point defense would have its work cut out for it in shooting down the deadly torpedoes. Talyn was confident that her own wedge of Star Destroyers could withstand any return fire that the surprised and overwhelmed defenders could muster. Between her ships' attack and Purge Squadron's bombs, surely the singled-out enemy ship would crumple like durasteel in a black hole. Then the route to open fire on the Dar Itah-class vessel would be clear once more, and they could thrust the enemy into confusion with their leader's death. She'd heard that Cyrus Tregessar, the former One Sith admiral who had helped ravage her homeworld, was in command.

She hoped so. Revenge was not aligned with the principles of order and stability, but she still felt a thrill when she considered blowing the man apart.


Defending the Flagship:

Spoiler

• x2 Vindicator-class Heavy Cruisers
• x4 Tartan Patrol Cruisers
• x2 Imperial Light Cruisers

Attacking the First Order Fleet:

Spoiler

• x3 Victory IV-class Star Destroyers
  Rogue
• October
• Anarchy's Doom

[*]x2 Dreadnaught-class MKII Heavy Cruisers
[*]x2 Gladiator-class Star Destroyers
[*]x4 Tempus-class Star Frigates
[*]x2 Imperial Light Cruisers

ACTIONS:

• Left a rearguard to defend the flagship
• Moved other forces forward to engage the two Star Destroyers screening the Dar Itah-class flagship
• Focused ion fire and a slightly delayed torpedo barrage on the starboard Star Destroyer, attempting to rapidly destroy it to clear a path
• Victory IV-class ships are at the front of the formation in a wedge, with the Gladiator-class vessels firing through the gaps in the wedge.
• Dreadnought-class vessels are on the port and starboard flanks of the wedge. Tempus-class and light cruisers are screening the flanks and aft.

 

[Nima Tann]

Location: In the gunship, above the Citadel of Dawn
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Tempest"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Six-O"]
Enemies: [member="Asharad Graush"] and FO people

Nima continued to channel her whole power towards Sio, however as all things had, this procedure had its own disadvantages as well. Not only her actions hurt Sio and she felt bad about that, but through their shared link, hurt herself as well. Seeing the world from her eyes since her mind wasn't in the real world right now, she concentrated on the enemy and enemy only, not being able to realise the destruction around her. She felt the ship slowly going down by Sio's attack, which meant the attack was working perfectly. However, there was something else that she felt. The ship wasn't running away as she expected. No, instead, there was less resistance than before. Something wasn't right... It was as if their intention was to crash. That's it... But why? Why would the crew sacrifice their lives so easily like that, just to get a little more kills, distract them a little more? Not having that much information about the First Order that much before all this, she was starting to get an idea. They were dangerous, they were evil and Kaeshana wasn't going to be safe in their hands. So that's why they needed to win this. Her feelings would mix with Sio's, to give her more power.

And what she expected happened. The ship went down with an explosion, taking away most of the artillery with it and also blocking the path for the Firemane troops to advance further. With that, Nima opened her eyes, returning to the real world with slight headache and a groan. Once she looked at the scene, she sighed out of frustration. So many losses, so many familiar faces now gone. First Order was going to pay. She regrouped with [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] and the others once again to advance, and several gunships came in to bring them towards the Citadel, but since the crashed starship blocked their way, they needed to reroute. The surviving army entered the ships, and they departed towards the Citadel of Dawn, their next destination and probably filled with a lot of resistance. The gunships took the northern route, which would be detouring and giving their enemies time to prepare, but of course, they would advance at least.

As they continued advancing, they received transmissions of artillery units bombarding their tanks, and the destruction could be seen clearer when they got closer to the scene. Those artillery units, F4L-AW, proved dangerous with their firepower, and if they wanted to advance, they needed to do something about them. Nima had an idea. She reached out to one of the units telephatically, and then to the crew... It was difficult to control people from this distance, it hurt her a lot, but once she concentrated fully, she started to get a clearer image of what was happening. After passing through many emotions in their aura, she found the most useful ones for herself, and then manipulated those emotions, with each attack of hers towards their mind, the resistance was getting a little less difficult to pass by, and the adrenaline of the fighting helped her get closer and closer, until she was in control of one of them fully. Again, from this distance, keeping the control was a little difficult. So, whatever she did, she needed to be quick. So, taking advantage the turmoil, she slowly made the unit turn towards another one, shooting the electromagnetic laser cannon. Since they weren't expecting it, it would probably be a successful hit, and also hurt the enemies in between, creating quite a distraction. However, the unit probably didn't have another 20 seconds to unleash another one again. If it survived by then, well, she was going for the other artillery units stood in their way

The second gunner, meanwhile, started to bomb their own infantry units with the laser cannon. There was quite a destruction going on with FO's defensive lines, so it would be a good chance for them to advance more and would help take the heat away from their tanks.

TL;DR : Nima took control of one of the artillery units and is creating distraction in FO defensive lines.

 

[Audren Sykes]

Location: Approaching Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Drive off the First Order
Allies: Tygaran Alliance, Galactic Alliance, Firemane
Enemies: First Order, [member=FN-0888], [member="Asharad Graush"]

Much of the supplies that had been dropped off by the Tarlanc had been food and building materials, but some had included basic armor. As it had been dropped near Santaissa, no doubt the armor had been put to use by the local rebels. That had been an...unforeseen circumstance. The units had been intended to help protect against raiders and other attacks, not to supply a guerilla army. Had the team behind the shipment known there was going to be a rebellion against a major government - or even that another major government was present - and agreed to supply the rebels, they would have used unmarked, unbranded armor units. Too late now.

Audren and the unit he'd been with had pulled back to their lander once the real hostilities had started. That ship had bounced back into the canyons and powered down completely to avoid detection; most of the ships they'd caught glimpses of weren't Alliance ones. Once the transport had been secured, the soldiers had separated out to various vantage points, making use of their Thuraen camouflage to determine the situation.

To call it chaotic was an understatement. There were battles in the streets of Santaissa, complicated by the guerilla-style warfare. The stormtroopers were easy enough to find at first, but as the battle raged their armor became more and more dirtied they were less easy to spot. The big question was who those stormtroopers owed allegiance to - they'd become a prolific sight over the past centuries. It was only once the larger ships started being identified that they knew for sure it was the First Order. Such would have been a safe assumption, but better to know for sure. The Star Destroyer that moved over the city didn't help with matters; the only good thing was that the turbolaser bombardment wasn't directed at the city but at a point in the mountains. In all fairness, the city was sparsely populated, having taken the brunt of the asteroid attack. Most of the activity there was the fighting.

The activity in orbit was visible from down below, the masses of ships dotting the sky. They seemed to be jockeying for position mostly, but there was some combat as well. That was visible like distant fireworks - pretty at this distance, but so many lives being lost. The Star Destroyer above what had been the capital city dominated much of that view, the blasts from its guns much brighter than those above due to proximity. But then its engines were lighting off, beginning to bring the larger ship out of the Force-powered storm that had enveloped it and towards higher orbit. This was a complete failure as the ship was dragged back down to impact against the ground in a titanic collision. Thankfully, it didn't fully explode...who knew if the planet could survive another impact of that magnitude. Even so, cliff faces far away were shaken by the impact and broke free, making the canyons - and the observation points - very dangerous places to be. Three of the marines were thrown to their deaths.

For his part, Audren was trying to focus through the turmoil being poured into the Force. Deaths from both planet-side and up in space were ripping through the binding energy field. He'd been in battles before, but he'd been doing rather than watching. It affected him differently. Not only the deaths, but the amount of power being used was almost overwhelming. Even without watching the Star Destroyer be dragged down by telekinesis, he'd have known that Siobhan was present. The storm was pure Tempest, and he could sense others as well. Not only those, but various light-aligned and dark-aligned presences were present all throughout the combat theatre. It was a lot to sort through.

He personally didn't know much about the First Order, not having directly interacted with them yet. There was the one time, back towards when they'd first arrived on the galactic scene, when they'd bombarded Eriadu rather than release their foothold there, but even then his interactions had been minimal. He'd been informed, however, that their tactics were effectively the same. They were the iron hand cloaked in velvet, one hand extended in friendship as the other waited to strike. Their diplomacy quickly fell back to intimidation and murder. Their Force users, who called themselves the Knights of Ren, all used the Dark Side and, while separating themselves from the Sith, followed in the footsteps of many Sith in action if not in word.

Once he was able to sort through the Force, and once he was able to mire his way through the tactical updates, he made the decision to help with the Temple of Dawn assault. Other than the ruins of the city, it was the heaviest concentration of First Order military activity on the planet and a hardpoint to boot. The guns might have been stripped off with the evacuation, but it was still a fortress designed to stave off attacks. He and the surviving marines piled into the transport, which flew through the canyons on a meandering course that would concluding in the forest to the east of the fortress. The Thuraen netting allowed them to move through the trees without being seen so long as the movements were smooth.

The elfin Jedi didn't wear one of the camouflage nets of his design though. He moved through the forest clad in his armor, carrying his usual weapons of war. The soldiers of the First Order had fortified the only ground path in, as expected, but had put only one soldier guarding the forest approach. A soldier with a flamethrower, no doubt with orders to burn the area down if he spotted them. But Audren didn't hesitate, he walked forward boldly. As he came into the stormtrooper's view, he was already weaving an invisible tapestry of Force power. Not near him as most would, but very near the soldier. The invisible, curved shield of Force power would catch the fire and reflect it back, cooking the soldier in his own attack and no doubt blasting it back several meters. This would no doubt detonate the fuel canister.

He might be late, but he could start things off with a bang.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

Location: Mountains, north of Santaissa
Objective: Blizzard
Allies: Tygaran Alliance, Galactic Alliance, [member="HK-36"], [member="Six-O"], [member="Elincia Alanis"]
Enemies: First Order. [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Pharazon Draken"] (tagging the FO people that far as I know are in the city and thus would be affected in some way).


The Eldorai interpreted the Force in a different way than Jedi and Sith. To them, it was their inner flame, which those endowed with the gift could harness, not an energy field that bound all life and was divided in Light and Dark.


They called the Force Sciia, which was also their word for soul. Ashira had breathed life into the Space Elves and given them souls. Thus the more religiously inclined believed the Force was her gift, though many were atheists these days.


This was why so few Eldorai became Jedi or Sith, since the beliefs of both groups differed so strongly from their own. Adril Tythorin had always stayed an Eldorai at heart, despite wearing the robes of a Jedi.


Eldorai Sciians were particularly gifted in the use of elemental powers. This was similar to the Shapers of Kro Var, though the more reactionary among the Space Elves would probably deny the similarity. Unlike them, the Angelii did not disdain the use of telepathy and telekinesis. They were Ashira's avenging angels, trained to fight and die in her name and that of the Queen.


Now they would unleash their wroth. Eldorai rebels and allied forces would've received advanced warning. A storm was coming. This one was not one of thunder and lightning, like the one [member="Tempest"] had unleashed upon the Star Destroyer. No, it was a tremendous snowstorm, a severe blizzard stronger than any Kaeshana had experienced in decades. Kaeshana's weather had always been rather volatile and tempestuous, and this had only gotten worse since the cataclysmic asteroid collision.


"Unleash Kaeshana's wraith," Eileithya spoke fervently. Even the normally mild mannered, gentle Priestess joined the link. Seemlessly, those Angelii and Kar'zun Sciians assigned to the ritual had joined their powers. Kaida led the summoning like a conductor would an orchestra. Her blue eyes were an icy, crystalline blue, frost pearls had accummulated on her face and hands. If the outside observer had been able to see her face, hidden as it were beneath her helmet, they might have concluded she was looking rather sickly, but in truth she was immersed in the Force.


Her inner flame had been stoked, and she unleashed it. [member="Elincia Alanis"] was at her side. The young Angelii might be far too undisciplined and prone to misbehaving, but she knew her duty when called upon.


It all came together: A terrible, numbing cold, heavy snowfalls, the tremendous power and speed and force of the winds and eventually ice raining down from the sky. At tremendous speed, the Great White Hurricane was driven towards the ruined ghost town of Santaissa, where the First Order had gathered so many of its forces and placed the former centres of Eldorai civilisation under occupation. The mighty blizzard would sweep across the ruins to greatly reduce visibility, cause havoc and devastation. Attack craft and bombers would risk crashing, vehicles on the ground faced the danger of getting smashed or have a lot of difficulty manoeuvring, not to mention the effects on communications.


TLDR: Dropped a blizzard on Santaissa.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Ben Sahar

All of the debris had been cleared once the fires had fallen silent, and the engineers had jumped into the task of smoothing out the uneven terrain and erecting permacrete structures and fortifications to act as a staging ground for the rest of the Arch-King's forces, both militant and non-militant. So far his position had remained unmolested by the rampaging Alliance forces trouncing around in the system, but every so often the sounds of distant war would filter across the countryside to remind everyone that at any moment they could be beset by zealots and warmongers. Weapon emplacements were erected along the borders of the camp, a routine patrol was organized to scour the wilderness (what little of it remained) to eliminate any hostile entities, whether they be native or Alliance, to ensure the safety of the unarmed personnel within the compound.

Naturally a communications array had been built alongside the other facilities, and had been patched in to the network of Imperial communicators up in orbit and in the wider system. Currently there wasn't much to report besides the clashing of opposing tides, nothing that would indicate that their location was under threat of attack. For now, at least, they could breath easy. The establishment of a line of communication also allowed the technicians and officers to receive the coded transmission from [member="Darth Vitium"] indicating her intent to reinforce the Arch-King in opposition to the Alliance incursion. The Arch-King, however; was not present in the comm-tower at the moment, but rather he had ventured forth alongside his Blackblade Guard to investigate reports of an Alliance scouting party that had been spotted further down the ridge and was not expected back for some time.

~~~

A great gust of wind shook loose the thin layer of sediment that had gathered upon the fire-scorched stone that layered the gulch floor as a group of swoop bikes swung around a bend in what used to be a wide riverbed. The sound of the bike's thrusters alerted a small group of lightly dressed reconnaissance soldiers at the far end of the gully, and simultaneously they all trained their weapons on the approaching cavalry band. Blaster bolts ripped through the air, peppering the surrounding landscape in a thick sheen of suppressive fire as the soldiers scrambled for any kind of cover they could find in time. Some of their shots managed to hit home as one of the mounted assailants lurched back off of his bike and crumbled to the ground in a smoldering heap followed shortly by the explosive death of his ride as it lost control and slammed into a nearby outcropping of rock.

The leader of the charge seemed to anticipate every shot that was aimed his way, nimbly maneuvering his bike out of harm's way right at the last second. Eventually the soldiers began to concentrate all their fire upon him in an effort to cut off the head of the snake, but in doing so they forced his hand. He reached down and plucked a small cylindrical device from his waist and upon activation a thick beam of scarlet plasma erupted from the flat emitter. He swung his blade in patterns that deftly reflected two shots back at their gunners, killing both of them with their own attack, before he drifted around the bend of their cover in a swift flanking maneuver.

He disembarked his swoop, his blade still flashing through the air to catch every shot levied his way, and began a slow advance towards the surviving soldiers. Defiant to the end they did not surrender their ground, banking on the futile hope that eventually this dark warrior would cave in to their unrelenting assault. He merely extended his left hand and their weapons were torn from their own grips, leaving them defenseless as he swiftly advanced to cleave through their flesh like it was paper. Their deaths were wrought slowly, their murderer taking immense pleasure in prolonging their demise by inflicting a myriad of non-lethal strikes to incapacitate them, ensuring that they could no longer flee. All would eventually die, however; save for one who was purposefully put aside and detained by the soldiers that had accompanied the fiend.

Soon the land was littered with the dead, the air heavy with the fetid stench of death and burning flesh. The warrior turned to the survivor, his baleful eyes digging deep into his soul, and grunted softly. "Collect the bodies and burn them, let their ashes join that of this world's. Then we ride for camp." The survivor was bound and gagged, and lashed across the warrior's swoop as they saddled up for the return while a grand pyre burned brightly as they disappeared over the horizon.

~~~

Arch-King Zambrano thundered into the camp like a conquering hero, his hand raised to greet the saluting throngs of soldiers that had rushed to see his return. He dismounted as a pair of armed guards manhandled the prisoner off of the back of his back and dragged him to a nearby structure. A young officer rushed out of the comm tower, bowing before the Arch-King before delivering upon to him a message. "Milord, we've received word from Darth Vitium. She has received your request and is currently en route to Kaeshana."

The Arch-King nodded in approval, "Then prepare for her arrival and ready the vanguard, the battle is far from over."

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Post: IX
Objective: Fortify the Citadel/Figure Out Twigg's Love Life.

“Y’know boss, I’ve been thinking.” Twigg said, pausing to look down at the rest of the platoon as they worked. For the last hour, since they'd returned from rooting out partisans, the unit had been busy digging trenches and generally fortifying the area. While Rexus and the first two squads dug slit trenches, squads behind them began to pile up and weld rubble together to construct rudimentary pillboxes. They wouldn't be effective against sustained mechanized assault, but they'd stand well against enemy fire. Rexus didn't take kindly to the intrusion and simply glared at Twigg and rolled his eyes.

“Did it hurt?” Rexus derisively replied, “Now shut up and get digging, these trenches won’t dig themselves.”

“Alright, alright.” Twigg said defensively, returning to digging, "I think that the weather, and the people here, it's all gotta do with the radiation." Twigg said with a smug sense of satisfaction.

"And where the hell do you get that from?" Arry asked, pausing to take a drink from his canteen.

"I read it." Twigg replied, grinning.

Rexus paused, "Read? Since when have you been reading?"

"Since I started seeing Esther from propaganda." Twigg replied, "Anyways, I've been-"

"Esther from propaganda? I thought you two stopped seeing each other." Arry said with a chuckle.

"Wait, what?" Rexus asked, "Since when has this uncharismatic, son of a gamorrean whore been dating someone?" He asked, "Who the hell is Esther?"

"They've been dating since...." Another trooper began, "Since about, I dunno, before our last deployment to Hoth."

"Yeah, that sounds about right. Cheers Kicks." Twigg said, "Esther is my girlfriend." He said, "And she works in the movie business, she edits together the footage we send back."

"Kriffing hell," Rexus said, "I thought we were tight." He said. "And now I find out you've been off doing naughty things with a girl far more qualified than you. And she's got you reading." Rexus shook his head, "Bloody hell Twigg, you think you know a guy...."

The platoon began to chuckle at that, and Twigg went red faced behind the helmet, "Sorry bossman." He said quietly.

"Hey, hey, it's alright. Just havin' a little fun with it." Rexus said, opening his arms, "Come on, let's hug it out." He said. Twigg walked before the lieutenant, and wrapped his arms around him.

Rexus' commlink buzzed, and Rexus pulled away, "What is it? Wenck here."

"Lieutenant Wenck, we've received word that one of our artillery walkers has gone haywire at defence point three. Since your unit is close, we ask that you move in, and assist in subduing the walker." The commander ordered.

"Understood command, rolling out." Rexus said, "Alrighty lads, we have a walker to take down, let's move it!" The unit began to run towards the walkers.

"Wait," Arry said, "Is it...snowing?"

Spoiler

Defences Constructed.

Additional slit trench.
4x Pillboxes

[member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Nima Tann"] | [member="FN-0888"] | @Asharard Graush | @Any other First Order personnel

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Location: Approaching Citadel of Dawn from the north
Objective: Seize it
Allies: GA/TA, [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Tempest"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Nima Tann"], [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Six-O"] [member="Audren Sykes"]
Enemies: [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], FO people


The Star Destroyer was out of the way. It had not crashed where Siobhan would've liked it to, but it was no longer able to rain down death on anyone. Its brief bombardment and the artillery salvoes from Dawn had caused casualties, but the Firemane troops would pull through. They were veterans of many conflicts across the stars, after all. There could be no victory without sacrifice, no war that did not require a tribute in blood.


Siobhan swiftly boarded a gunship along with the rest. She was quiet and shaking a bit when it took off into the sky. Much of the energy she'd expended was borrowed power, but she still needed time to recover. Her bruised body ached, but she slipped into a meditation. It helped soothe the headache a bit.


This had never been something that came easy to her since she was the exact opposite of calm and serene, but time had made her better. In the far distance, a blizzard could be seen. It was too far to affect them, but still something to consider.


"Let's get this show on the road and take Dawn. Nima, keep up the mentalism," she spoke to Kreelan and Tempest when the Gunships began raining down death and Nima unleashed her mental tricks. The Gunship swooped down to land.

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Kaeshana, Near the Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Breach the Citadel
Allies: Galactic Alliance, The Kathol Outback, @Elpsis Elaris, @Elliot Locke, @Trextan Voidstalker, @Canal, [member="Joza Perl"], @Nate the Bounty Hunter
Enemies: FO, @Asharad Graush, @FN-0888

"Same to you ma'am. Although I hope you've heard nothing too good." the man replied in a joking manner. The Rogue had a reputation to uphold didn't he? "And yeah, just these two clankers." he answered, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder at the two blue droids, a slight whirring sound as their ocular systems focused on the Zeltron before them. "Don't know too many people crazy enough to jump out of a moving corvette while being shot at by AA guns."

The Knight ignored the giggling of the other Zeltronian woman and instead surveyed whatever lay between them and the Citadel. It looked like a downright killing field. Between the open space between and themselves and the Citadel, the Knight could make out small slits in the ground, likely entrenched positions. "Just another day in paradise..."

Alongside the other Force User, Dax would offer the pure offensive skill he was known to exhibit. A saber in one hand he deflected the incoming blaster fire in all directions, away from himself and his fellows. As soon as the man was close enough to a swath of First Order troopers he unleashed a torrent of lightning, linking each arc of deadly electricity from one soldier to another, an agonized cry rising from the collection of men before they collapsed in a heap of smoking armor. There was a chance they were alive of course. But it'd be unlikely that they'd fight in this battle any longer...

A second enemy unit fired into the left side of the advancing forces, a blaster bolt slamming into the Knight's leg, a muffled cry of surprised pain coming through his mask as the man's leg buckled. The two security droids alter their attentions from forward to the side, several of the enemy troopers falling to the ground. The Rogue Knight rose to his feet, a second saber now in hand. The armor weave had dispersed the deadly energy of the blaster bolt, but not its impact. A bruised leg was better than no leg. Dax threw one of his sabers into the chest of one of the the troopers as he leapt into the air towards the unfortunate soldiers. Landing atop the man and driving him to the ground he extracted the saber, an audible hiss as the blade melted the surrounding metals. Turning he cut down two more soldiers, then another. Three more fell, blaster bolts slamming into their chests.

One last man stood, the indoctrinated trooper firing helplessly at the advancing as he swatted away the bolts. Close enough, his sabers hissed away, their orange blades disappearing into their hilts. A hand shot out and gripped the troopers throat, the other tearing off the man's helmet revealing the grizzled face of an angry old veteran. His right hand came close to the soldier's face as incandescent smoke began to pour from his eyes and mouth, trailing into Dax's hand, and to the Krayt pearl of the saber which he held. The man's features became slack and his body thudded to the ground, the Rogue dropping him. Returning to the larger force, the Krayt saber would be pulse a shade more crimson than it had before.

 

[Kuzo]

Kaeshana
Crashed Transport
​South of Santaissa
Allies: FO
​Enemies: Creators of the Force Storm
[member="Vexen"] [member="Micah Talith"]

The sight of the black armoured being emerging from the mist was enough to turn anyone's blood cold. Other than the fact that their soldiers were dying and that there was a Force Storm raging, Irajah had no concept of the way the newly arisen conflict was moving. But this was not a familiar silhouette moving toward her, and for a moment she was certain this was her death.

So the particular words from Micah and the response from Vexen (not to mention the appearance of) left her feeling more perplexed than frightened. Perhaps the same words delivered in a different tone would have simply fanned the fear, but that's not what was going on here.

"Survivors in the transport," she choked, hazel eyes wide, but with pain, rather than fear. "Please."

The spot she was in, thrown mostly clear of the wreckage, was not at immediate risk from the fire. It was difficult to assess her own injuries, but she would put credits on several broken ribs to start. The pain in her back and sides was intense, radiating, making it hard to judge anything with more precision than that.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Approaching Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Purge
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Elliot Locke"], [member="Audren Sykes"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Dax Fyre"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]
Enemies: [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="FN-0888"]


A hailstorm of blasterfire greeted the Firemistress when she dashed across the mountain. Some blaster bolts missed the agile redhead, others splashed against her armour. Many of those were absorbed or reflected by her orange bladed lightsabre, but others still stung and she had to dive for cover.

She winced in pain when one struck a joint and lanced an armpit. Drawing upon her power, she pulled the heat into herself and absorbed it. Finding cover behind some rocks, she harnessed her pyromantic gift. She could not expect to death charge across the road.


There was a flash of precognition. Her head hurt when her farsight kicked in. "Be careful! There's mines," she yelled, in the same moment as a Firemane soldier was blown up by a mine hidden beneath the road and another lost a leg. Too late for him, but it might help the others. Troopers sought cover, wary after this. "Jozie, blast the mines. I'll give us some cover." Her danger senses flared and she activated her jets, taking off into the sky. This was not an ordinary jetpack, but an ARGH designed model. Thanks to Echani graphite, a blaster shot would not rupture the fuel tank and sabotage the device.


She shot through the air, trying to weave a path. Her lightsabre found its way to her belt and balls of flame blossomed inside her the open palms of her hands after the gauntlets were retracted. Then she unleashed a big wall of scalding fire upon the slit trenches ahead of her, seeking to turn them into an inferno. Stormie armour was far better than what the holovids implied, but not fire proof.


She may be blind physically, but she could perceive her enemies through Force Sight, and pyromancy made her very sensitive to heat, be it body, or tibanna gas in a repeater. While not without its drawbacks, Force Sight allowed someone to see people through walls, which meant camouflage nets were no use either.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

"Priority signal, Captain," the communications officer called across the bridge. "Hailing from the ANS Truth and Reconciliation. Enemy transponders, sir."

"And they're hailing us? On what frequency?"

"The diplomatic band, sir."

Captian Ijinoa stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Put it through to my station. I will determine if we should bother Her Excellency with it."

"FIV Concordia, this is the ANS Truth and Reconciliation answering your signal. As a representative of the Governorate of the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances, I request that you stand down your strike force and cease all military operations on the surface of sovereign Kaeshana before any more lives are lost this day."

The Captain thought they were certainly saying all the right things about preventing further loss of life, but their attempt to claim the moral high ground where Kaeshana was concerned was entirely out of touch with reality. "I'm afraid you're misinformed, ANS Truth and Reconciliation," the captain replied. "Kaeshana has been claimed by the First Order in accordance with the laws and customs of intergalactic law. The Galactic Alliance is in violation of international law in their unprovoked and unwarranted attack on the First Order's non-violent humanitarian mission to this planet. We demand that your forces immediately disengage and fall back in the interest of avoiding full scale war."

He silenced the microphone and then said, "Call the Grand Moff and see if we can get her to listen in, at least."

[member="Jaius Sovv"] | [member="Nathaniel Barrett"]

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Location: Santaissa, en route to Citadel of Dawn
Allies: First Order
Enemies: [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"]

The ruins of Santaissa grew cold. [member="Kaida Taldir"] had summoned a blizzard to overtake the city. It would engulf the First Order's forces - but inevitably hit the Alliance forces in the area as well. Men nearby were already looking to Vaas for reassurance as the gusts of snow poured from the sky. Ludolf gave them a reassuring nod.

"Now, we blend in."

Perhaps this blizzard could even be a blessing in disguise. The white armor of the Stormtroopers, which had previously stuck out like a sore thumb, wouid now perfectly camouflage the First Order's forces in the ruins of Santaissa. And while they were not quite as insulated as their specialized Snowtrooper variant, each Stormtrooper's armor boasted a body glove layer as well as an environmental seal functionality that should shield them from most of the adverse effects of the storm. The hardest part would be finding targets in the tempest, but in that respect, they were no worse off than their GA counterparts. Perhaps even better off, since now they were the ones who assumed the color of their environment.

"Sir, urgent request from Major Bissell at the Citadel of Dawn. He says - "

Ludolf stopped his subordinate officer before he spoke further. "We're en route. Tell Bissell to hold his position, and deploy one of our Sabercats towards the Citadel of Dawn. Let's move out."

[member="Asharad Graush"] could potentially use the cover of the storm to shield his exit too, and join Ludolf if he could. But Vaas was not worried about his General yet. He would have air support soon from [member="Nils Brenner"], and the Citadel of Dawn needed to be reinforced. They would soon receive reinforcements in the form of Supreme Commander Vaas and a regiment from Division Odile Vaiken, as Ludolf and his forces began to advance towards the Citadel of Dawn, continuing to use the cover of the trees to cover their advance.

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Nearing the Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Take the Citadel
Allies: GA/Tygara, [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Elliot Locke"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Canal"], [member="Dax Fyre"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]
Enemies: FO, [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="FN-0888"]
Forces: One company of TKO Marines with Magnetic Repeaters and Handheld Shattergun Rotary Cannons, a dozen snipers in Nexu Armor with standard sniper rifles

“Keep yourself alive, Fyre!” Grunting over the chaos, who knew if her voice would carry. The guy had taken off like a shot, blasting his way through swaths of troopers with lightning and slicing away with his saber. Joza’s maternal instinct had to be consciously glossed over to some degree in battle lest she lose her focus. That being said, Dax seemed to be handling himself just fine, leaving Elpy’s call to gain Joza’s attention.

“Mines?!” She called back, and not a moment had passed before the unfortunate Firemane soldier triggered a blast. “Okay, mines.” Wincing beneath her visor, the Zeltron’s wall held steady as the Marines moved up to cover her for the time being. “Clear away from the road! Unit three, help Elpsis with the cover.” Turning her attention towards the road, Joza drew her extension of the Force inwards, forcing the wall to shrink but gain thickness. Activating her grav boots, she hovered a few feet above the ground before extending both palms outwards, unleashing a burst of telekinetic energy towards the path leading up to the citadel. It was neither flexible nor malleable, but solid and sturdy as if it were a mobile permacrete wall. She angled it so as to dig into the ground slightly, the pressure enough to trip the mines beneath the surface. After a handful of explosions, the wall dissipated before she took the time to reform another, detonating another set.

Dirt and debris billowed upwards from the resulting explosion, temporarily obscuring sight for those in the immediate vicinity and invading the lungs of those without head or mouth protection. The sniper fire from both sides along the path had ceased for the time being, given that they could not see well enough to get a clear shot. So as to not waste their bolts, the Zeltron shooters in the flanking areas moved in to concentrate around the citadel.

Telekinesis was handy, as was shaping of the elements—it was then where Joza drew upon the first level of elemental control she’d been taught. Inhaling deeply (thanks to her rebreather), she mentally gripped the cloud of dirt particles and shifted it down towards a group of Stormtroopers. With them temporarily blinded, they could easily be—“Wha—OW!” Snarling, Joza staggered back before dropping to the ground ungracefully onto her butt as a well-placed bullet ricocheted against the thruster of her grav boot. It didn’t pierce, but the impact had been enough to disable it and send a flustered to the ground Zeltron with a heavy thump. “Who did that?!” Clearly, she was irritated at having literally been removed from her high horse.

Loadout:

Spoiler

-Standard lightsaber (x2)
-Sasori Medium Armor
-Ranger Shotgun
-AI Wrist Blaster
-VT Needle Disruptor
-Tactical Fighting Blade
-Glop Grenade (x3)
-Stun Pearl (x10)

 

[Von Kyux]

Location: Santaisa, Kaihasa
Objective: Win duel with [member="Project X-2"]
Allies: GA?
Enemy: [member="Project X-2"], Allies
Arms:

Oriramikade Eukgargm

• Wrist: Crushgaunts, Wrist Tensor, Wrist Charric
• Shoulder: Kuur Jurkadir
• Backplate:Electrostaff

Ranged Weapons:

• Vulcan Slugthrower Rifle
• Chaavla Revolver

As she saw her friends die, a tear came out of her eye. Her helmet however blocked her expression of emotion. Regardless, the Mando'ade had a feeling that Esker didn't like what had happened ,and he would try and get revenge for the loss of his squad-mates by taking killing her, something she would make sure wouldn't happen.

One thing she had learned from battle was to always use the environment you had to your advantage, and always be aware of your opponent's movements. When she had sent several slug rounds straight toward Esker's torso, the man hit a wall. He did not reply with an instant counter attack, so she quickly rolled over to her left, going deeper into a strong wall that had had been part of a building structure.

It would seem Von and Esker had the same attack, as she responded with a grenade instantly, throwing it at the same time Esker had thrown his. The combined explosive output destroyed what had left of their covers, and they both would face each other. "We both lost our dearest friends. I see that the only way to honor them is with a fight." Von stated, nodding at her opponent. She hoped the man would respond, and be willing to test his skill against hers.

@Project X-2

 

[Ria Misrani]

Charlyra had arrived with a new wave of Firemane troops, her powers still were not what they used to be. Still, some was better than none - the bitter, radiated winds of Kaeshana bristled against the old battle gear. Something in her heart told her that she should have stayed at Tygara. The Acolyte of the Fire Order wanted to help in someway, to somehow make a contribution. Her thoughts lingered to Ammee, to Neve and her sister Myrra who even now marched at her side. The First Order had come here, and this was why they were here to ensure that the Imperials would remain in the wild space of the galaxy, and ultimately die off from strangulation by the Alliance's hand. Ideological differences, and if the Alliance was not going to be the overseer of this world well. No one would. She knew that the Eldorai and her Masters were as one, and she knew that she loved them both - they had both been there for her in a way that she did not know she needed. She had an energy blade, and one shoto blade, Charlyra could feel them clink against her armor as they marched. She watched as the sight of the downed Star Destroyer stuck out from the Mountains. Death whispered across the mountains, it felt so familiar now. Was Death just a memory? Haunting her until it would finally claim what it wanted. "Pull yourself together," Charlyra said to no one in particular as her Fire Order Cloak waved out behind her, as the march continued.

Location: Marching toward the Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Secure the Citadel
Allies: Tygaran Alliance / Galactic Alliance
Enemies: First Order

 

[Valessia Brentioch]

Location: Aboard the FIV Judicator
Allies: [member="Malok"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | @Darth Prazutis | First Order
Enemies: [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Talyn Krane"] | @Tygaran Alliance | @Galactic Alliance
Objective: Board the Avenger

Valessia rose from her meditations, the calling of her master was... painful, something she'd become accustomed to by now. Their time was now, and to be quite honest the woman who was emerging from this transition was one she had known before. When she first came to the Order, she wore the bravado of the beyond-confident business woman. A woman who wanted to bring, and still wants to bring Order to the Galaxy. Although now, she would want for nothing more than to see the nations of this Galaxy yield to the First Order and more so, to her. Any cry of resistance from Valessia had been washed away the moment she looked at her reflections within the Judicator's corridors. "Poor unfortunate souls," she mused, "who dare to turn on the First Order, to turn on our beloved Grand Moff." She had to admit this was freeing, and as she made her way to board the craft alongside her Master.

Malok. A brute, yes intelligent? Perhaps. She knew better than to underestimate others if life in the Eye had taught her anything. Silently she strapped herself in next to the two men. While the voice of Valessia Brentioch demanded to be let free of this, to return to the safety of her Prosperian Penthouse. The new woman, who now revelled in the idea of killing the abused and misled souls aboard the old man's Avenger they wished to be Imperials? They wished to be more than their betters? She would give them what they wanted, and she would give to them what they desired. She would give them in death what they could not achieve in life, an Imperial. The woman had to admit, Imperials had a habit of running into untimely deaths and as she left her Imperial soul behind. The brunette would acquire something more, purpose, a goal, and the opportunity to gain more power. On the whole, the prices to pay to become more than just a Brentaalan with Imperial aspirations; they would be worth it.

She watches as a holo is activated, she listened intently as her Master went over their plan. She didn't object, not one bit, but then she would enjoy the experience. As they put it, the best way to learn was to learn on the job. Had she any objections, the Sith apprentice would have to wait and hold her tongue as their craft jolted. Ugh, this was about as bad as the time she let Edra pilot that speeder bike through Little Atrisia. Her stomach flipped a few times, she held on as tightly as she could as the sounds of TIE's screaming about could be heard and then the explosion, thank the Balance they were here. The Balance? She blamed Natasi for that one.

 

[H3xle]

​

LOCATION: Kaeshana System, Opposite side of Kaeshana from [member="Vilin"]
ALLIES: [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Laira Vereen"] [member="Vilin"] [member="Talyn Krane"] [member="tanomas graf"] [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="roth tillian"] [member="kurt meyer"] [member="cathul thuku"] [member="desmond c'artyom"] [member="Kyrana Gould"] @Galactic Alliance @Imperial Remnant @Eldorai Forces
ENEMIES: [member="carlyle rausgeber"] [member="cyrus tregessar"] [member="Basileus Isauros"] [member="Valessia Brentioch"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] @First Order @Sith
OBJECTIVE: Maintain a reserve fleet, be eyes and ears for GA forces in system

Fleet

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ANS Dream of Freedom
-Belsar Class Command Carrier (1600m)
ANS Kaetara and Shandar
-2x Nobles Class Star Defenders (1000m each)
ANS Fondor Ascendant, Sullust Star, and Atrisia Resurgent
-3x Horn Class Escort Cruisers (500m each)
ANS Bantha, Sandpanther, and Vonrnskr
-3x Thranta Mk II Class Patrol Frigates (400m each)
ANS Erso, Andor, Malbus, and Imwe
-4x Hammerhead Frigates (315m each)
ANS Griswald, Taylor, Sawyer, Finch, and Sullivan
-5x Nebulon B7 Class Frigates (300m each)
ANS Vigilant Star and Guiding Star
-2x Sentinel Class Cruisers (500m each)

"Well. It was inevitable I suppose. And I'll bet those Ren Knights of theirs could pose just as much a threat to the Force as the One Sith did. Insanity. Does the Darkside have no end of weeds to grow against us. The Alliance smashes one empire only to turn and face another. Mmm. I'll bet even the NJO Grandmaster himself is feeling a little bit anxious, right about now. Heh. Yeah. Out of the frying pan and right back into the fire. One new war right after another. Pitiful."

"It is the nature of sentience, to strive for conflict. That's the way it seems, at least." She responded to the statement [member="saint monica"] spoke, though she was fairly certain the Force Master hadn't intended it to be a conversation.

"Yeah. I guess that's it then. It's just another us-or-them scenario all over again." She turned from the holo-display to look out the glasteel viewport. Out towards the wide open planet below. Remembering just how much war she had seen in the past 20 years alone. Coruscant, Netherworld, Omni, Mandalorian Crusaders, and the breaking of Corellia. Her eyes and face grew tired and weary just from trying to remember it all. A whole lifetime of war. "Will it really never end?"

Lexi waited a few moments before answering. The Master had left the CIC before she finally spoke.

"No..."

The CIC was silent for a few long moments. Firing solutions were passed from CIC to the fleet as they zeroes in on [member="carlyle rausgeber"]'s ships, even as they engaged with other GA forces.

"Ma'am, we have a signal from Vigilant Star, sensors picked up a cronau reversion at the edge of the system. Sensor refinement is coming, but no allied fleet is due to jump in there..." The sensor officer spoke of [member="face"]'s ships.

"Mark it as Unknown, pass it along through the tactical net. Keep an eye on it as best you can." Lexi ordered.

"Admiral, we have solutions for ordinance on the enemy fleet designated as Bogey One."

"Hold fire, keep the solution updated though."


Actions:
1) Continuing to ping Carlyle's ships with active tactical sensors, refining firing solutions.
2) Continuing being eyes and ears for the GA and Allied fleets.

 

[Kyrana Gould]

Location: Space, opening long range fire on Cyrus’ fleet
Allies: [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Vilin"] [member="Tarissa Cadalthor"] [member="Alexandra Morrow"] [member="Talyn Krane"] [member="Lily Kilia"]
Enemies: @Basileus Isauros [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] (?) [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

“Enemy is firing, ma’am,” an officer called.
There was limited impact at this range, but there was shield damage which would recover soon. The enemy was testing them whilst moving into position. The Barsen’Thor was a tough nut and could accept heavy shield hits before losing its protection, but not unlimited.

“Target the Darr Itah with long range fire. Fire the Nova Cannon and the Vortex Cannons from us and the Jaeger.”
This would be combined with the long range turbolaser and ion batteries from the Barsen’Thor, Phoenix and Jaeger to create a hail of shot which even at this near maximum range should have an effect.

Meanwhile, the Phoenix and other ships were launching gunships, transports and several fighter squadron screens to descend to the surface. Since the battle was distracting both sides, a wide flanking flight would enable them to bring in reinforcements to where the Alliance forces were landed, and would also provide them some valuable air support if required.

In total all the gunships and dropships from the Phoenix, the Sentinels and Barsen’Thor would be dispatched, with 4 squadrons of fighter escorts and two Frontier Class corvettes. They would circle around and deliver their troop contingents for the Alliance forces.

Forces And Actions:

2 Frontier Corvettes as well as gunships, dropships and transports dispatched to carry ground troops to reinforce the attack on Dawn.

Barsen’Thor, Phoenix and Jaeger firing long ranged weapons on [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]’s Darr Itah.

Limited shield damage to the Barsen’Thor from Cyrus’ fire.

Spoiler

1 x Barsen’Thor (2900m)
1 x Phoenix (Refitted Wyyrlok)(1300m)
1 x Gladius (950m) Sarix
1 x Hunter (800m) Jaeger
2 x Argent (1600m) Glorious, Gallant
3 x Sentinel (1500m) Defender, Watchman, Resolute
1 x Warden Interdictor (600m) Constrainer
8 x Guardians (2400m)
6 x Vigilance (1800m)
4 x Frontier (600m) Adventure, Surprise, Survey (Dispatched to orbit), Brilliance (Dispatched to orbit)
4 x Fulminatus (500m) F1, F2, F3, F4
Total 2900m GA + 12050m Corporate Fleet