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

[Tanomas Graf]

Objective: Destroy First Order fleet, establish Remnant as dominant Imperials. Deal with the boarders.
Allies: The Imperial Remnant
Enemies: The First Order, [member="Valessia Brentioch"], [member="Darth Prazutis"], [member="Malok"]
Kaeshana, the Expansion Region
Bridge of the Avenger

The old man froze as the swarm of fighters and assault ships came barreling towards his ship, before his strategic thinking kicked in. He roared at the gunnery officer "Let the fighters go! Attack those assault ships, this ship must not be boarded!". The turbolasers and point defense weaponry had dented their numbers but it was too late, the entire vessel rocked as the shields were pierced and then the hull of the Avenger itself. If they did not act fast, the ship would be lost, dooming the remainder of the Imperial Fleet. Graf growled, the Order was persistent he had to give them that.

"There are nine thousand stormtroopers on this ship as well as our marines. Secure the ship. Kill the boarders and leave no survivors." The old man ordered, fitting his phrik bracers to his forearms. He was important, but he would face them himself, he would not let the Order step all over his Empire. Tanomas Graf left the bridge to enter the confines of his ship, where he could already hear the blaster fire from engagements. He stopped a stormtrooper lieutenant who told him that the intruders were concentrated around the engineering section.

A sigh escaped his lips as he strode down a corridor towards the engineering portion of the Avenger, concealing himself in a dark hallway as he sensed enemy forces coming closer.

He was prepared to wipe them out.

All of them.

 

[Tempest]

Allies: [member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Nima Tann"] [member="Sed Frieder"] [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Six-O"] [member="Michael Sardun"]
Enemies: @Project X-2[member="Pharazon Draken"] [member="Valius Rau"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Location: Relocated to the north side of the Citadel of Dawn

It had all happened in a blur.

The destroyer coming down like a thunderbolt from the skies, the flash so bright even though her visor it had hurt. The heat and flames as it detonated.

In its wake the mountain had been reshaped. The road to the Citadel of Dawn was gone, in its place a gigantic crater and landslide. Troops too close to the impact had been vaporised instantly, others knocked out by the concussion. It had only been through the efforts of Siobhan and the other Masters that it had not done more damage.

Tempest though was swiftly on the move. The atmospheric storm she had enhanced was dying down, but a blizzard had begun in the valley. That would hopefully slow the First Order’s progress down a little.

Then they had been lifted up and around by gunships and transports. A wide loop had been required to keep them out of possible flak, but they were soon down. Now they were advancing on Dawn.

Elpsis was there, but it was no time for friendly reunions. Rather, whilst Elpsis rained literal fire down on the defenders, she focused on the minefields. The First Order must have deployed them quickly considering the quickness of the attack and the rocky soil. Thus, she had an idea.

Taking cover behind a rock she gathered her strength, and then stepped out, unleashing a focussed telekinetic wave straight forward at the ground. The impact would be enough to set off mines as though a man had just stepped on it. Even vehicle sensitive ones would be pummelled.

Of course, her appearance drew a hail of fire, and several shots came close, some being deflected by her Beskar, but one burning her painfully in a joint. She took cover again, not able to see the effects yet, but able to hear them.

“Siobhan, word from the fleet – reinforcements soon incoming from orbit!”

Forces and deployment:

• Motorised infantry, vehicles and walkers moving on the Citadel of Dawn. With one unit of Hydras providing cover. Now deploying after relocation.

 

[Progflaw99]

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In Vicinity:​

[member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Isla Ashen"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]​

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Kato"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]​

[member="BE-183"] | [member="Project X-2"] | [member="Max Fel"]​

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Objective: Assess the Crash Site, Search for Survivors​

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Enemies: Those Resisting the First Order​

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As his men began responding to his call, Rolf felt his heart beat distinctly within his chest. The initial shock of the FIV Wrath coming to ground had worn off but his legs still shook. Tapping his armored boot on the ground a couple of times he rose, signalling the men around him and motioning towards the wreck and giant crater the vessel had created. Large chunks of intact hull littered the battlefield between Fortan's Fist and the Citadel of Dawn but Rolf knew his options were limited. He could cut through the rough terrain and obstacles, or spend precious time going around. Giving his gear a final once over he called it out over their encrypted comm channel.

"Get your gear, we're going over the top on my signal."​

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A flurry of movement from his troopers indicated they were prepping for their departure. Troopers strapped their gear down, redistributing ammunition and balancing their loads. Receiving a ready signal from each of his platoon leaders, the Major retrieved a small flare gun strapped to his utility belt, sending a cartridge home and locking the breech. Aiming the barrel to the sky, he squeezed the trigger. With a small release of pressure the flare canister shot high into the air, arcing high over the ground and broken terrain they'd need to cover to reach the main crater and wreckage of the FIV Wraith, it wasn't a marathon but it certainly wasn't a short distance. They'd make the distance in bounds, just as they'd trained for, one group moving up while another provided cover and vice versa. Sending a monotone transmission that sounded strangely like an old manual whistle, the flare burst, hanging in the air. As it did so, stormtroopers up and down the line broke from cover, bounding towards the wreckage. Hoisting himself up and over the rubble, Rolf joined them, charging towards their objective.

 

[Kiyron]

In Orbit
[member="HK-36"] & [member="Kaiden Rohn"] (You have your ship back)
[member="Kira Vaal"]
ANY SIS PEOPLE, WHERE R U?

[member="Arlen Rossi"]


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The stealth shuttle docked with the SIS vessel as deck crews bustled around, restocking its supplies with fresh weapon caches and explosives. Kiyron slammed the helmet on his head for his armor and double checked his weapons. Everything came through good and clear. All systems go. He stepped aboard the shuttle, strapping himself in along with a team of SIS operatives. They were going to be distributed throughout the battlezones to provide reconnaissance and evidence of the First Order's true actions. They were already getting reports of someone wrecking a Star Destroyer near a city from orbit. Everything else was fuzzy.

The small team

"Agent Vaal," Kiyron said through the comms, "Sitrep. All other SIS personnel not under radio silence please check in."

He listened as reports clicked in through codes. Mostly just clicks that he ran through his mind as they came in.

"Roger that. Additional resources deploying across the battlezone. Agents will rendezvous with current ground forces."

Something caught his ears, as he listened. They weren't the only intelligence forces on the ground. But then, that hardly surprised him. Reports were coming in with stories of interactions with the natives that could only be FOSB. Their imperial counterpart. He traced the reports on his holopad, marking locations and last known routes. Information was vague, but he had a jetpack to work with.

The stealth ship launched and activated its systems, vanishing into space as it hurtled towards the planet. It was a long, slow ride as they slipped through defenses and bounced into the atmosphere. One by one, the agents dropped from the ship, plummeting to the surface before activating their jump systems to touch down and engage their own missions. He waited for his own moment and then dropped from the ship, activating the jump jet.

It thrummed as he settled on the ground. It was a desolate looking wasteland, make no mistake. He dropped to one knee, assembling the XM sniper rifle and sliding a magazine in. It clicked, and his armor shifted colors, matching the terrain. Then he was off- slow and subtle. Patience was his greatest virtue, especially in the wilderness. The wildwoods had their own language, but most never learned to listen.

Granted, this was an irradiated wasteland, so it was different, but still. The principles were the same. So onwards he trod, winding through the landscape in the rough direction of the last report, scouring the dust for tracks.

Something caught his eye and he knelt- tracks of armored feet. They didn't match Alliance issued footwear and were too regular for Eldorai resistance. No Alliance forces were within this region either. He nodded and pulled out the modular blaster. It needed a different configuration- light machine gun with standard rounds for now. He had several magazines of explosive and armor piercing rounds as well. Plus the two sonic Jackknife pistols on his thighs. He was ready.

He set off again, following the trail at a distance, and keeping a wary eye ahead.

 

[Isla Ashen]

Location: Santaissa – Comm Tower
With: [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="Darth Veles"]
Against: [member="Kira Vaal"] and her rebels

The trio of force users arrived at the foot of the communications tower in the East with little issue. Isla turned sharply at the sound of footsteps, her hand closed tightly around the hilt of her deactivated saber. However, it was nothing to be frightened of… it was a young woman. Her clothing tattered and her entire form dust covered. It was obvious that the woman was frantic, her eyes full of fear and misty with tears. Isla’s brow arched very slightly upon hearing the girl speak.

While they were most certainly not with the alliance, this guise would work in their favor.

Isla merely stood silent, watching as Darth Veles moved forward to comfort the newcomer. If only she knew the darkness behind that sweet smile. And to her side, she looked to see the flame-haired form of Kaalia stepping up to the girl. The air around them was suddenly touched by a freezing cold, the kind that cut through to the bone. Above them, the sky was growing darker and more ominous. Isla’s face felt the frigid air swirling around, and the sudden appearance of a blizzard. Her eyes turned skyward, narrowing to tiny slits.

This bout of bad weather was certainly not ideal, but the white covering of snow could be beneficial to their forces. However, it did lower visibility for everyone. Isla let her attention return to the surprisingly gentle words spoken by Kaalia, her tone quickly soothing the fears of the frightened girl. It was a scene that was almost heartwarming, perhaps it should have been – but Isla’s own heart was unaffected. Nevertheless, the new disciple had proven that she was quick to adapt. There was also the possibility that this was just a kind façade… but Isla had the feeling that she was sincere. Ashen Ren nodded at Kaalia, and watched as she began to escort the girl towards the tower.

Suddenly, there was a flash of red that cut through the white veil of snow.

In her mind, Isla witnessed blaster fire focused on their location. Her senses now alert, she turned to warn her companions. But the enemy was already upon them, some of them sought shelter behind the side of a building and others were advancing swiftly. Rebels, she supposed, or Alliance scum – it didn’t matter. Her saber was ignited in an instant. Had the placement of this girl been a clever distraction? Or was she merely an innocent bystander caught in the wrong place at the wrong time? And, it raised the question… who was this Vaal, and why had this woman been sent here?

There would be time for answers later.

For the moment, Isla focused on the task at hand…

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: Santaissa Ruins
[member="Six-O"]

By the time the second floor of the room was emptied of Eldorai lives, A'sharad had summoned the Force. He dug deep into himself, something that he rarely did. Normally, he was calm, maintained, allowed mere looks to convey his emotions while continuing with a straight face. Anger at the current situation, anger at himself for wasting so much time, mistakes, and the like. As if it had happened only moments ago, he recalled the pain of a poisoned blade tearing into his right hand.

He leapt up into the air, high enough for his helmet to almost touch the ceiling just as bolts came up through the floor. When he touched the floor, it fell apart beneath him. Shrapnel exploded around him, threatening to penetrate his armour as it scraped, left marks, gouges, and found homes in his cloak and armour.

And then he was on the first floor. Unadulterated rage was released from his very core. The Force repulsed from him, enough force to cast the closest of the Eldorai away from him at breakneck speeds into their other comrades. The bolts fired by the droid some lengthy meterage away, didn't come into contact with A'sharad, not directly, as they instead followed him through the floor but were exploding into the possible living room that the Dark Knight had landed in. Shards had come flying towards the Sith, but in his right hand, the Hydrastaff had coiled up along his arm and away from his gauntlet, which allowed him to deploy the Light-shield embedded into the gauntlet.

It shielded him from shrapnel that would've otherwise torn into his armour. With the addition fire from the apparent Supreme Commander arriving, [member="Ludolf Vaas"] had provided a necessary respite for Darth Vyrassu.

In his ear he could hear the request for reinforcements at the Citadel. The enemies force users had arrived. A gentle tap and brush over the scales of the leathery Hydrastaff and it slithered down his body to find itself back around his waist as if it were a belt. A storm was also passing through, though it certainly didn't feel the sort that merely passed through. There was a huff as he took a moment to calibrate his armour for the change in environment.

The environment changing appears to be a recurring theme in conflicts involving the Galactic Alliance.

And once again the Sith the Sith Knight leapt into the air, the Force throwing him to enormous lengths. Perhaps there was a silhouette of the black figure disappearing into the storm over a building, or perhaps there was not. A'sharad still hadn't laid eyes on his actual aggressor. With the arrival of the Supreme Commander, he could've only assumed that the target was vaporized with the never before seen Sabercat Walkers. Walkers that he had had a part in testing.

I need a bike.

Back to the centre of the City then.

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Citadel of Dawn, Courtyard
482nd White Wolves Regiment,
Major Bissell
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Pharazon Draken"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]

One of the artillery walkers had re-targeted one of the other walkers. That information had been passed down the line by the various stortroopers that were within the immediate vicinity. In the time that it took for [member="Nima Tann"] to seize control of the minds of the crew, none were firing, an odd sight to see considering the other walkers were actively projecting fire as soon as possible. Curious. When the cannon had begun turning, so had heads. When laser cannons that were previously pointed in other directions came to to focus upon the surrounding stormtroopers, questions were raised. Perhaps the average stormtrooper unit wouldn't have taken notice, but the White Wolves hadn't become the most prestigious Legion of the First Order by not communicating. When the walker stopped talking, only one thing could be assumed. Compromised.

Darth Vyrassu was a Sith. He led the White Wolves, the 'magic' of the Force was no illusion for many of the officers who had encountered the Sith Knight directly. Some perhaps had even seen the Sith influence people, or had imagined it, who knew for certain, but as soon as those cannons had opened fire on their own people it was eliminated. By a culmination of blaster bolts, thermal detonators underneath its legs, and the heavy ordnance troopers that undoubtedly carried rockets built to eradicate vehicles.

Perhaps a dozen or so troopers died, not including the other occupants of the Walker. But with the sudden erasure of the lives of the confused crew, perhaps they had left the twi'lek Force Master at a loss of breath, or perhaps not, one already knew that she was weakened by her efforts with the fighters and bombers earlier. And if one were to experience the sudden extinction of four lives at once versus the one pilot they would've been feeling? Who knew what it would do to the mind?

Two metal husks laid on the ground, as if nothing had ever happened. Stormtroopers went back and forth. They were soldiers, and they were in a warzone. Perhaps words would be spent after, but the immediate threat in the courtyard had been dealt with. The battle continued. Anti-Air fired, artillery fired, tanks most certainly fired upon the apparent Hydras led by [member="Tempest"]'s forces.

By that time, the Juggernauts were merely rolling through decrepit walls and structures. Reinforcements were needed in that very instant. Careful was no longer a priority.

• 2447 First Order Stormtroopers
• ​Three F4L-AW
• Two FRT-01
• Three Potentia Juggernaut Transports, enroute. Carrying 900 troopers, twelve tanks and some number of speeder bikes.

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Post #: 5[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Location: Santaissa[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Objective: Survive Ambush, Crush Resistance, Fight Six-O and Friends[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Allies/Friendos in Vicinity or Who Might be Interested: First Order, [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Rolf Amsel"], any other character around the Citadel or is relevant, trying to reduce notification spam[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Enemies : [member="Six-O"], Galactic Alliance and Friends, any other relevant character, trying to reduce notification spam.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Forces: 26 Stormtroopers (27 incl Pharazon)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Equipment: Standard Stormtrooper Equipment.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Vortigern, this is Draken requesting confirmation on the source of this fething blizzard and Sergeant Cain's status”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] Pharazon roared into his helmet com, not bothering to censor himself, he was being shot at and his men were being blown up etiquette could get lost in the Mists for all Pharazon cared. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]“Vortigern this is Draken confirm copy... Vortigern I need Cain and his men here and now Mists damn it!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] he roared again, the only response was static. The unknown blizzard had cut all of Pharazon’s long range communication to company command, 4th Platoon was on its own until they could get back to the Citadel.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The intersection was chaotic, the blizzard that had descended on the city did nothing to slow the fighting, red flashes refracted off the ice and winds from both rebel and Stormtrooper lines. As harsh as the conditions had gotten, Pharazon held his men in their newfound positions, the fire from the west was beginning to falter, if they could keep their fire up and potentially get a thermal detonator or two right among them they could make a break for better positions among the rubble and buildings, off the road.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Sandalphon, get a detonator as close as you can to those filth in the west, Squads one and three continue fire on west, squads four and five get some fire on the southern rebels” Pharazon quickly ordered, crouching out of the right side of his duracrete block cover and firing his rifle in short, disciplined bursts. He had heard the rebels over his helmet’s sound system shouting something about shooting at the pauldron, well two could play at that game. Pharazon ducked out again and fired three shots in the direction he had heard the shouting from and estimated held the Eldorai responsible for the demand, but ducked back behind cover not wanting to be exposed just to see if he hit anything. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]However, due to the small size of his cover and the large size of his body, the targeted barrage he was being subjected to resulted in his cover being slightly destroyed, enough to expose his massive frame to a blaster bolt that slammed almost directly into left side of his lower abdomen and breastplate on his pauldroned side. He could still move and fire and was not dead due to his armour, but his armour was now punctured and his lower abdomen was badly burnt and punctured, he and the platoon medic rapidly patched it up as best as they could while under fire, inserting padding and medical chemicals into the wound and sealing but not repairing the hole in his armour. He was in pain now but could still function. By the mists if we don't get out of this fething intersection we'll be torn apart Pharazon though, rapidly trying to figure out a new tactic to prevent his men from being encircled and destroyed in this force forsaken intersection.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Pharazon did watch Sandalphon throw his grenade through, a fine throw which sent the grenade on an arc in the direction of one of the rebel occupied buildings or rubble piles in the west as he was being rapidly treated and firing blind over the duracrete block.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]His men were operating well, even with the number of wounded among them and the amount of casualties they had suffered on this day. However, all of a sudden the street were Pharazon and 4th Platoon had made their fighting position burst into flames. One trooper was engulfed completely his screams echoing throughout the intersection until he boiled and burned alive within his armour, collapsing out from cover in a fiery and smoky husk. One other was seriously burnt but could still fight at reduced efficiency. However the main effect of the attack was not on his troops numbers, but in their positioning. Many rolled out of the way of the flames or had to dodge the accompanying explosions and as such were driven out into the open. Pharazon had to work faster, and the stabbing pain in his side was not making it easy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Squad one and three with me, squad four and five relocate to whatever cover you can and give me covering fire, medics and aid trained troopers, see what you can do for the walking wounded, keep them fighting, I need every Stormtrooper capable of using their hands whatever their condition shooting at the rebels” Pharazon[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] quickly and [/SIZE]brusquely [SIZE=14.6667px]ordered [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]over his platoon channel, wincing in pain as he talked. He then looked for an instant over his cover, taking quick stock of the new battlefield conditions from his luckily enough non-burning position.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Squad one and three, we are going to storm those buildings to the east and blast those fething Eldorai bomb throwers into the arms of their god mother, or whatever primitive savagery these xenos worship, we have only this one chance, so I need anything and everything from each and every one of you”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] Pharazon said grimly as the covering squads made their way to whatever positions they could find, anger and hatred leeching from his mind into his voice. He could feel the need to take the buildings, he could not explain it but he knew he [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]needed [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]to do it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]"Fight, kill, survive, and if you are to die sell yourself dearly" Pharazon continued, voice cold and brutal. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]"Show no mercy to those inside"[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] he finished, resolve and utter loathing for these rebels dripping from every word. Pharazon was not one for idle boasting, empty threats, or non-literal orders. Checking his weapon and close combat equipment, Pharazon steeled himself and nodded grimly to Seargent Sandalphon, who would charge with squad three. Neither could see each other's faces but both knew the other's expression to be the same of grim resolve. Sandalphon nodded back and they tensed with their men as they waited for the covering fire. If we survive, I may have to make him Sergeant of Squad One, the kid can fight Pharazon grimly opined.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The covering fire began from the other squads of 4th Platoon in a great wave of red fire streaming toward rebel positions, it was far more desperate now than the uniform and efficient fire they had begun the engagement with, the men knew if Pharazon failed they would burn to death. Pharazon and the remaining 14 men of squad one and three surged toward the east buildings raining fire upon 4th Platoon. More fire bottles burst spewing flames around them, another Stormtrooper was consumed and melted by the flames, but the fourteen remaining Stormtroopers surging toward the offending rebels could not be stopped, they charged through fire and smoke like the demons of myth or reaving pirates of Hapan history surging through the Transitory Mists to blood and glory. A battle roar known to all enemies of humanity erupted from within the darkest depths of the Stormtroopers shared battle rage and was amplified and blasted from their helmet speakers as they charged, heads held high and proud and blasters blaring even as the dwindling storm continued to ravage the city as they charged across the intersection to extract a horrific blood price from the killers of their battle brothers.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Reaching the building, Pharazon, his pain temporarily forgotten, his mind in perfect clarity but consumed by the all-encompassing hatred and fury that sometimes came over him in times of great emotion, crashed through the ragged door without breaking stride, his massive, muscled frame exploding the door into thousands of fragments as he and his vengeful bretheren stormed the building in the name of their fallen brothers. By blaster and baton, the rebels in that building would know the fury of the 189th.[/SIZE]

 

[Krenis Skirata]

[member="Canal"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Elliot Locke"]
Location: GA FOB near Dawn
Objective: Show stormtroopers their inferiority compared to their elders
Equipment: Armor in sig, weapons in bio, 4x thermal detonators, 2x concussion grenades, 2x EMP grenades
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Krenis rolled his shoulders, feeling the shoulderpads move as he moved. The ori'ramikade armor was good. Much better than the old ARC armor it was inspired by, but it held the aesthetic still. It was who he was created to be, and that was something that still mattered to him. There was no need for stealth yet, so he had his scanners running, working to get a glimpse of the battlezone. Quite frankly, it was crazy, even from a Clone Wars perspective.

What was crazier was that he another Fett clone to fight alongside. He peered though his visor at Canal, this new generation Fett clone who stood alongside him and a team of Shriek-Hawk mercenaries from Clan Skirata. They were family. Not in a company sense, but clan. By extension, that made Canal their family too. At least, that was as far as he could figure it.

They had managed to survive the Star Destroyer crash and the suddenly encroaching blizzard. That was strange, but with Force users, everything went a little strange. It was practically par for the course now.

He clicked the safety off his Westar, while the hard sound was still strapped to his back. They were moving to assault the citadel, which was quite a distance away. Gunships were being loaded and deployed, so he gestured for the Shriek-Hawks to follow him. They stood out from the rest of the Alliance forces for their distinctive Mandalorian appearance.

"Good to have you," Krenis added after a moment as a ship landed for their transit. He turned to Canal. "Don't see many familiar faces around nowadays."

There was a bit of a joke in that line, but quiet and muffled by the helmet, even given its extreme dryness.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Location: FIV Emerson, Orbiting Kaeshana
Objective: Provide active data feed to troops, rescue downed personnel
Enemies: None in Range | Galactic Alliance, Tygaran Alliance
Allies: First Imperial Armed Forces ([member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="BE-183"], @Project X-2, [member="Max Fel"])

Aboard the Emerson the darken bridge illuminated by the monitors of the stations, the holomap and the sight of the planet below. Commander Cyone held her hands behind her back as she looked out over the planet. She could just about make out the heavy tufts of smoke from here, "bring up a visual of the crash site." She says over her shoulder to Ensign Quentin. Nodding, the ensign did as told, a visual was given on a holographic projection. They had by now compensated for the planet's radiation, a more clearer picture formed for them. "Status of the Guardian and Balance?"

"They should be approaching now."

Kaeshana. Major Eldrel secured her suit and looked to the two rescue jumpers with her, members of the First Imperial All-Surface Guard. Whose job it was, was to search and rescue for personnel in situations such as this. "Approaching crash site," the pilot remarked as the Guardian along with Bolt Pack Alpha were now within visual range of the crash. "This is Rescue Crew 49 to Major [member="Rolf Amsel"] and any other First Order personnel on sight, we're approaching the crash site with rescue jumpers FIV Guardian inbound, with Rescue Crew 49, I repeat this is Rescue Crew 49 aboard the FIV Guardian. Bolt Pack Alpha escorting, over."

The Major wanted to throw up to be quite honest, and this hadn't even been her first crash. Perhaps it was the sight of so many of their own dead in one fell swoop, blasted force users she thought to herself. Cursing the Galactic Alliance their precious holy war, their crusade to purge the Galaxy of so-called evil. Last she checked the First Order had more recently garnered the reputation of inaction, neutrality - a reputation for doing nothing. Even if they had played a major role in the slaying of the rogue One Sith at Castameer. "Medic ready for jump," she called, and the two men on either side of her also reported, "rescue jumper one ready." - "Rescue jumper two, ready."

"Over crash site in three, two, one - securing stabiliser," the pilot called out so the jumpers knew when to go, "stabiliser secure, opening hatch in three, two, go, go, go."

"Jumper one away - Medic away - jumper two away."

The sound of their radiation counters screeching as they piloted their suits down, the sound of the wind rushing past as they got down. They had lines attached to the Steadfast, their lines were being controlled by an automated system, overseen by several technicians who sat crouched down beside the open hatch. Monitoring these lines as the three made their way down. A secondary team was now preparing itself for launch just as the FIV Balance also arrived on sight, securing their own stabiliser. It was a race against time to find whoever they could find and bring them back from the depths of the abyss itself.

Leona found a secure site to land, "landing in three, two, medic on sight repeat medic on sight Guardian."

"Jumper one sight, jumper two on sight."

"Alright, deploying rescue team two - Balance be with you."

With flashlight attachments at the ready Leona could hear and feel the creaking of the Star Destroyer her heart beat twice as fast, fear crept through her body. Fear was good, it kept her going, "right then I've got a point of entry here, let's mark it and head down." Getting out her spray she marked the entry point, above the technicians could see the bright neon colored spray. A set of lights flashed, they were good to go, "right down we go."

"Rescue Crew 49-1 in the Wrath, repeat we're in the Wrath," Leona reported as she the jumpers made their way through the maze of a dilapetated Star Destroyer. They could see bodies, lots of bodies and while they would mourn their dead later. Now was not the time to try and pick through them, now was the time to try and find any survivors. Rescue jumper one looked around as he jogged after the medic, "there, over there!" He spotted a pair of bright red coveralls, engineer most likely, "c'mon help me out with this."

"Right, three, two," rescue jumper two pushed as his partner did to move pieces of debris away, "medic!"

"Hang in there, hang in there I got you - steady, steady we need to keep his body level."

Above Kaeshana. Aermoira Cyone and her crew worked from a science variant of the Empire-class Heavy Frigate, again the engines seemed to hum while the crew busied itself with various tasks. "Can we jam signals from this distance?" She asked her crew, Lieutenant Choi and Ensign Quentin turned to their stations to try and find an answer, "not we specifically, but... the Stellaris can, can't she?"

"Indeed she can!" Quentin says with some manner of excitement opening up a secure channel, "FIV Stellaris this is Emerson, any chance you can use your equipment to jam Alliance channels?"

"Emerson, we'll get right on it - we'll start with some manner of distortion."

FIV Stellaris. Commander Wilhuff ordered his crew to get their electronic countermeasure systems prepared, the Stellaris was one of a few class of ships to come standard with the EWAR System. In essence, they could overwhelm the transmissions towers with signals, electronic signals distorting anything coming out of the planet, or interfere with signals on the planet itself. The Stellaris would need a way to get in, with that in mind Wilhuff had his own technicians search for any transmissions or signals coming off of the planet. Nothing off planet but certainly some manner of transmission on the planet. "Scramble it." Wilhuff ordered, "make them work for their own communications." He sneered, he was more than aware of the fact that the Alliance had stealth transports going through their blockades. "Report back to the Emerson, we're going to need one of the Raptors to realign her MDAs, I've got an idea about those stealth ships."

"Aye," a communications officer acknowledged, "Stellaris to Emerson, have FIV Rowena lend her MDA to us - we've got a plan about the stealth ships."

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Location: FIV Warspite, En Route to Kaeshana System
Objective: Eliminate All Hostiles
Allies: First Imperial Navy
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, Imperial Remenant

How delightful. The Galactic Alliance strikes First Order affairs on a backwater radiated planet called Kaeshana, disrupting humanitarian aid. Oh, the First Order had been called many things after Eriadu. Eriadu, was at least five years ago and still it would be their legacy. No matter how much they committed themselves to the very idea that every world had a right to progress, a right to their own autonomy, no matter what it was that they did. The Galaxy would never forgive them, and so long as the Galactic Alliance held majority it would always be so. The enteched Admiral could feel her hands burning, even through her new younger skin all she could recall was Castameer. The sight of her own death, the visceral pull of her body as the Rae Sloane came to a wretched end at the hands of the rogue One Sith. Her niece, Natasi Fortan was already at Kaeshana, she'd gone personally to oversee the humanitarian operations.

"I assume you have something useful," Fiolette said as she heard Lieutenant Galeway approach, "spit it out, Lieutenant."

"Graf is there with his... Imperial Remnant, and a Therapy Command Fleet? Along with Tygaran Forces, of course."

"Of course." Fio turned on her heels and took the datapad from the Lieutenant, "that's all."

Waving the young lieutenant off she went through the reports, Graf. She mused to herself as the traitor showed himself, and of course, he would not simply fight the First Order independently no, he clung to the skirt of the Galactic Alliance. Always needed a hand to hold, "well, well, well we have given ourselves a promotion or two, haven't we?" She smiles reading over the reports walking along the forward operations bay. Her black uniform glistening against the floor, medals of victories, ribbons of battles lost, all cloistered together. The Admiral's tea had been prepared already. A unique brew to keep her as she is now, without - consequences would arise.

The Galidraani Admiral bypassed her usual table heading to the upper portion of the bay, "status of the fleet, Lieutenant Commander Walzer?"

"All task forces reporting, although they'll be delayed. Task Force 74 is with you, of course, Task Force 71 and 72 will be behind us by just a few hours and Task Force 76 and 77 behind them." Walzer reported, "updating our charts with current enemy positions as relayed to us by the Concordia."

Excellent. She enjoyed efficiency the red-haired woman set the datapad down on along the holomap's edge. Studying it she looked at the fleets already engaged, "Tregressar is in the area, is he? Rausgeber of course, alert them on secure channels." She said without a single glance knowing that Galeway was on the job. She could just about make out where the Lieutenant was on her transmission. The Warspite had yet to make its proper debut and what better way to do that than to greet the Galactic Alliance, "have the ordinances been loaded?"

"Yes ma'am, and transmission sent." Galeway confirms, "coordinating with the task force now."

Message:

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INCOMING FIRST IMPERIAL NAVY MESSAGE
PRIORITY ALPHA - ADMIRAL YVARRO
FIV WARSPITE - INCC-W1849

[member="Cyrus Tregessar"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Basileus Isauros "]| [member="Aermoira Cyone"]

Task Force 74 Inbound.
7th Tactical Fleet.
Full Force.
Reinforcements from Val'Hala Sector Command, En Route.

Fleet: Task Force 74
ETA: 2 Posts, 3 Posts

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1x Warspite-class, Dreadnought - 2
4x Fortan-class, Heavy Corvette - 2
2x Inflictor-class, Heavy Cruiser - 2
8x Dagger-class, Escort Frigate -2
4x Denial-class, Anti-Starfighter Frigate - 3
2x Retribution-class, Star Destroyer -3
3x Unity-class, Carrier Cruiser - 3
24x Bolt-class, Picket Corvette - 3
Total: 14,430m

 

[Darth Metus]

Location: Avenger
Allies: [member="Darth Prazutis"], First Order
Enemies: [member="Tanomas Graf"], Tygaran Alliance, Galactic Alliance

TOORA TOORA TOORA LOO!

GALACTIC ALLIANCE WE'RE COMING FOR YOU!​

Across the void did thunderous voices sound. A bone-chilling cacophony of savages readying themselves for the coming battle. This was their ritual: a means of setting the blood on fire. This was their means of greeting the enemy and bidding a fond farewell to comrades yet to fall. The Behemoth raised his voice alongside him fellows, lifting up high his power hammer as his voice boomed. And then, it was time for battle. The Destroyer himself motioned for Malok to follow before leading the way out of the Observation Deck. The ApeX Commander was only but a step or two behind the Sith Lord, with the rest of the battalion right on their heels. And all along the way, the war song continued.

TOORA TOORA LOORA LOO!

WE'VE MADE UP OUR MINDS ON WHAT TO DO –

WE'LL BREAK YOU, SMASH YOU, BURN YOU ALIVE –

TRAMPLE YOUR PEOPLE AS THEY SCREAM 'WHY'

TOORA LOORA LOORA LOO!

KARK THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE!​

Once they arrived within the Hangar, the time had come to cease their song. Straightaway, the forces quickly filed into the numerous Assault ships which literally stuffed the space. Malok, too, took his place within one of the vessels...and they were off. The roar of engines filled his ears, the lurch of life off teased his stomach, and excitement burned within. His grip tightened about the length of the powerhammer whilst the slightest hint of a grin formed upon his features. Confidence, plain and simple, bled from the Behemoth.

IMPACT!

The explosions of point defense weapons claiming the lives of his fellows rocked the vessel as it flew. However, even those paled in comparison to the vicious penetration of the Spirals into their target. If not for the restraints, Malok would have easily been tossed up and out of his seat. Reaching, the Behemoth practically tore said restraints off of his person before filing down onto the enemy ship. "Hmph." he huffed, blinking against the darkness of corridor. Apparently their breaching the Hull had caused extensive damage to the local, electrical systems. Save for dim, emergency lighting the corridor was pitch black.

Pew!

A crimson bolt whizzed forth from the far end of the corridor before crashing into the Spiral's hull. Sparks flew, prompting Malok to bark out an order. "WAAAAAAALL!" he roared - and ApeX obeyed. His forces who had breached within the same area converged on his person, before forming two identical lines. Each faced away from the other, allowing the battalion to always have weapons facing the oncoming enemy. In tandem, heavy thuds rang out upon the ground as the warriors formed their wall. Each wielded a tremendous shield of duraplast, which was designed to cover their person and part of their comrades'. Standing together, there was enough space between the shields for their blasters: an ancient yet sound strategy.

"ADVANCE!"

A unified grunt in response began the march forward. Blaster fire erupted within the corridor – the Clash of ApeX and the Remnant had begun.

 

[Hansen]

FN-888 "Helden"
Citadel of Dawn.

"Eyes up, we've got contact on the axis of advance." Joan shoulders tightens hold on the F-11D, she applies a near crushing weight to the stock against her shoulder. "Weapons free." And the repeating blasters open up on the advancing Galactic Alliance troops, red laser bolts lance down the road in brief bursts with the hope of suppressing the advance of their enemy and pick off those who don't hit the deck. "Hotshot, do it!"

"Woot! Finally" The Flamethrower-wielding Stormtrooper charges out of his remote gunpit, white snow gentle sprinkles across his armour and turns the torch against the treeline and suppresses the Trigger, he sends a stream of searing fire into the woods. Hoping to deny their adversaries cover and camouflage. "Snow and magic storms aren't going to save you now!" The fire obsessed Flametrooper taunts to the distant hostiles, it was virtually impossible for them to hear him given the ambient noise but it remained a sadistic threat all the same. Hotshot watches with glee from behind his narrow visor as the trees' skin combusts into flame and he cackles maniacally with unbridled glee.

The Jedi launches up into the air on a jetpack, the Platoon of Stormtroopers save for the heavy blaster crews put Elaris in their sights and send a blinding number of red bolts, each flash is dampened by polarised visor although that did not seem to prevent eyes from blinking instinctively every few shots. Fire sweeps over the top of the slit trench, flames trickle down the wall and Joan lets out a pained growl. Beads of sweat crawl down the creases in her forehead and even the tongue in cover behind pursed teeth and lips turns dry as the dune sea on Tatooine. Their armour itself is immune to fire, but this is different. Pain shoots up left arm where she doesn't take note of dancing flames adhering to the glistening white armour. "Pour it on! Let her have it come on!" The little trickles of snow they get help ease the uninhabitable heat. The platoon appear largely undeterred by the gesture, the intensity of blaster fire only subsides for a moment with three Troopers being unlucky enough to have Fire smash onto their faceplates and seals, which prompts panicked cries "Get it off!" Sev yells angrily, wiping at his own visor in a vigorous panic.

No Jedi no matter how skilled with a Lightsaber could stand up to this many blasters at once, the enemy troops are being peppered with Fire on the road even as they spring the trap of mines. There could only be three choices for Elaris herself; Retreat, Fight and fall into the hands of the Stormtroopers or Die. "Kill this one and pour fire back down onto the road!" The buried mines are thrown up from their shallow graves and explode suddenly and for a moment this leaves Joan both immobile and speechless. Morale plummets immediately and a sense of panic sets in. "Pour it on third platoon! Let them have it!" The Stormtrooper screams not through the comm but through her annunciator and solicits a defiant cheer from the platoon, the sound of the three megablasters in their gunpits sounds like ripping cloth. With only brief pauses in fire. If you were standing up on the road you'd be cut down or pushed down from the impact of rounds in short order. Armor or not. "This is Ironhound Minor to Ironhound One, standby to deploy, waitout." Joan focuses with shouldered F-11D, here at the foot of the tall citadel they'd make their stand.

@[member='Elpsis Elaris'], @[member='Tempest'], @[member='Joza Perl'], @[member='Ludolf Vaas'],@[member='Rexus Wenck'], @[member='Asharad Graush'].

 

[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"], [member="Audren Sykes"]
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

A hail of concentrated bolts flickered in the corner of her vision, giving her cause to turn and witness the assault on an airborne Elpsis. Whatever remained of the mines would have to be forgotten for now, but she could have sworn that she’d heard a similar detonation sound in the distance. “Get the trenches!” She snarled, and the Marines immediately moved to form up around her, spreading themselves slightly parallel and some adjacent from the sides of the trenches. Their handheld Shattergun Rotary Cannons whirred to life, creating another layer of noise over the already perpetual din. The high velocity, heavy damage pellets would spray across the trenches in an attempt to cut down the troops barricading them from the citadel.

A particularly young sniper who had moved down from the safety mountains in order to get a better vantage point quickly found herself engulfed in flames, charred body collapsing to the ground in a heap.

While the Marines provided cover fire, Joza turned her attention to Elpsis and drew in a heavy breath. The Crucistim pumping through her system allow her to quickly draw on her energy reserves and materialize a Force Shield around Elpsis. It nearly constricted around the woman, sacrificing area for concentration, but would help to absorb at least a good chunk of the fire.


Loadout:

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

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Location: Near Citadel of Dawn.
Objective: Secure, liberate
Allies: Tygaran Alliance, Galactic Alliance [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Elliot Locke"] [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Canal"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Charlyra Araano"] [member="Krenis Skirata"]
Enemies: [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="FN-0888"] [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Equipment: Vanguard Armour, Lightsaber, Blaster Pistol, Sonic Carbine

Trextan did two things to keep himself moving. First of all he focussed on the sound of Jacen's voice. The man carried himself with a confidence that was almost infectious. He never wavered from the advance he just barked orders and kept moving, only occasionally pausing to check on Trextan with softly spoken queries. Trextan was starting to feel like the man was invincible. He plucked blaster bolts out of the air with his saber and tore whole trenches up with the Force.

Secondly he tried to keep his mind off the obsession that the crashed star destroyer had already poisoned him and that he was going to die anyway. Joza’s zeltrons in lightweight armour helped; Trextan was seventeen after all.

He was beginning to see something of the plan. The First Order was well entrenched and the GA armor was far away. Air support was coming. The Alliance forces had started by spreading and using long ranged weaponry and mortars to pin the First Order lines. Then small pockets applied overwhelming force and the Force itself to strike hard at weak points in the defences.

Trextan followed Jacen and an elite squad as the rushed forwards. Cover fire from above and lightsabers shielded the squad. He dropped down into the trench, turning his violet blade to his left to deflect two bolts. A trench was narrow, only one or two stormtroopers could fire on him at a time. Even with his limited training he could absorb that move fire. He rushed forwards, sending two bolts back and then lunging with a flourish. Two stormtroopers fell away and Trextan kept advancing. His focus was tenuous, but for now his confidence held.

 

[Micah Talith]

Kaeshana
Near Santaissa, woodlands
Allies: The Kark?? [member="Vexen"]
Enemies: The Kark??
Gearlist in sig link cause I'm too lazy
[member="Irajah Ven"]


His head swung back to the burning debris of the shuttle. Eyes narrowed, the desperation within the woman's eyes and voice tugging at the Talith. Honestly, she didn't have to ask him; he'd have done it anyways. He was just making sure she was okay.

[ "Vex, keep an eye on her. Check her over, ] he told her, getting back to his feet. With the way the fire and damage had mangled what remained of the ship, Micah wasn't sure he'd be able to find any survivors. However, had to try.

[ See if we can do anything for her.] there would be medical gear strung everywhere should vex decide to seek to go that route. Even a hover cot to potentially place the injured woman. He couldn't use the Force now to try and heal her.

Meanwhile, the Talith narrowed his gaze and strode into they fray. A hand went thrusting out, taking stray debris and shoving it mentally out to make way. He entered the fiery frenzy then.

 

[Asmus Janes]

Location: Near atmosphere
Objective: Dogfighting
Allies: [member="Roth Tillian"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Kurt Meyer"] [member="Laira Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Sara Lee Jones"] [member="Nils Brenner"]
Flying: TR-20 X-Wing


The planet loomed before them. The thin blanket of atmosphere that supported all life just visible in the light of the star. Such a precarious existence all life forms inhabited. Tiny little measures between life and death. A lesson for the coming engagement.

“Rogue squadron! Break covert mode, lock S-foils in attack position. Red and Gold squadron give us room. Your target is confirmed as the Citadel of Dawn.”

Asmus slowly ramped the throttle forwards. Red marks of TIE interceptors appeared on his display. Red X-Wings and Gold Y-Wings spread out to let Rogue squadron cut through and cover their descent. A squadron would suddenly appear on First Order sensors and move ahead.

“Follow Meyer’s vector and engage those interceptors. Red and Gold are breaking atmosphere and heading for the Citadel of Dawn.”

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Location: Relocated to the north side of the Citadel of Dawn
Allies: [member="Tempest"], [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Six-O"] [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Nima Tann"] [member="Sed Frieder"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]
Tygaran Alliance, and the GA

Enemies:
[member="Asharad Graush"] and your NPC tanks bby.

Gear link same as this post


Not all gunships would survive the trip. Aeron felt each death as they were snuffed. Each one was like a candle snuffed through the Force. With the majority of her life spent from one battlefield to the next, the woman wondered if she had become numbed to it by now. Did that make sense?

A flash and rumble and fire ignited the sky. Had it not been for her helm, she'd smell the acrid scent of burned bodies, electronics, and death. That always seemed to linger for her. Didn't matter how often she stood under the sonic.

Death always seemed to follow.

The gunship she was in swooped down to land. As they neared, Aeron caught sight of the walkers.

"SARDUN!' she yelled out, voice barely audible by the fog of battle.

A finger gestured. A direction for them to hit. They had their quarry.

As they hit the deck, Aeron jumped out. Boots hit, and there was a fire behind those aquamarine eyes.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: At the abandoned Kerrigan-Alcori estate, hills overlooking Santaissa
Objective: Liberation and securing of Santaissa

Allies: Tempest | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Six-O"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Nima Tann"] | [member="Sed Frieder"] | [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]

Enemies: @Project X-2 | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Valius Rau"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]
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Eyes snapped open and Sardun looked past the gesture towards their target.

He rose from the seat and nodded.

"Done."

Just like her the Jedi had felt the lives of their brothers and sisters snuffed out, like candles and with the same amount of ease. It was war, he should have been used to it by now. Yet, he still felt them all and it made him just as angry as it had years ago, when he first stepped onto the battlefield.

No hesitation. As she jumped off, so did Sardun follow.

Imprints of his boots were left in the dirt as he landed just next to the Prex. Action followed instinct, his hand rose up and a transparent shield emerged from the void. Plasma splashed into it next, coloring it in hues of green and yellow, which would have incinerated both of them on the spot.

"Say what you want." He whispered into her mind. "Karkers can aim."

Muscles strained under his robes as he rediverted the energy back into a cadre of stormtroopers. They were send flying back, giving them an opening.

"Come."

Sardun rose from his crouch and transitioned into a run towards their goal.

 

[Darth Veles]

[SIZE=10pt]Santassia, going to the comm tower[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]With: [member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Against: [member="Kira Vaal"] & rebels[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]His own shaking made the Sith lord aware the weather continued to shift still. The unexpected arrival of snow and low temperature prompted Darth Veles to wrap the heavy cloak tighter around his body, savouring every bit of protection the black cloth offered. It was the sudden nature of the phenomena more than anything that had caught him off guard – but Sith were adaptable creatures and he would not be hindered by snow and ice. Overcoming obstacles was the way of his order, after all, and this artificial roadblock presented just that, an obstacle to be conquered. Shivering unnoticeably now, he lifted his warm gaze towards the whitened sky, watching the blizzard appear out of nowhere, most likely summoned by the enemy forces again. Another reason to get somewhere inside before things turned worse – the comm tower would undoubtedly offer suitable shelter and shield the organic combatants from the freezing cold and whatever came after. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The falling snow greatly impacted visibility, turning sharply painted shapes into blurry silhouettes. It came as no surprise when blaster bolts finally penetrated the white cover, though their aim’s worth would receive poor grades, missing wildly and only alerting the ambushed company to their presence – the blizzard’s reduced visibility was a double edged sword. Most HRDs scurried for cover, swiftly replying to the deadly hail of blaster fire in kind. Darth Veles continued to stand still, unflinching, knowing he just met the rebel and alliance forces the girl was supposed to meet. What an irony – and luck they have not managed to get a hold on her first. He strongly considered the option of executing the young rebel outright or utilizing her skinny form as a meat shield, but perhaps she carried some information of use. One never knew when it came to messengers.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Guard the girl. Do not let her run off.”[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Darth Veles ordered two HRDs standing closest to the young rebel and switched his cybernetic gaze towards the suspected shapes.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]He did not raise his hand, yet three figures suddenly levitated above their cover, dragged into the air by an invisible hand crushing their throats and slowly squeezing life out of their mortal shells. Only then he curled his hand into a first and the unlucky trio gave one last agonizing twitch before they hit the ground as lifeless husks. Their deaths sent violent ripples through the Force, empowering the dark side for a short time and the Sith lord showed no hesitation tapping into this source of power. More shots went in his direction, one of which he caught into his cybernetic hand, others ran away after the sudden emergence of a glowing plasma blade. Hissing through the freezing air, casting blood-like light on the fresh snow and deflecting blaster bolts headed his way by merely flicking his wrist, the weapon turned into a very visible beacon for all rebels to fire upon.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]That was fine by him, evidenced by the Sith lord's uncompromising pace bringing him upon the enemy forces.[/SIZE]

 

[Kenth Typho]

Location: Approaching Dawn from the northeast
Objective: Aid In The Conquest
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] | [member="Canal"] | [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] | [member="Audren Sykes"]

Enemies: [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="FN-0888"]
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About ten meters back Elly realized it was best to give Elaris the lead and hang back himself.

He wasn't a coward, well, maybe he was a functional coward. In the sense that realistically the agent knew what his limits were and when it was time to pass the... torch over to someone who was more suited for a job. So he stayed in the background mostly, using his futuristic jet-boots to maneuver himself around the battlefield.

Witnessing the destruction the firemane'd lady left was sobering at the least.

But it did give him a good overview, helped by the HUD of his contacts, to pin-point threats and threat levels. For instance the sole remaining sniper, who was aiming up a shot against Elaris from a distance.

Locke pushed himself off the ground again, crashing into the scout trooper, before clubbing him over the head, once, twice, three times and was certain the lad wasn't gonna jump up again. From way down the line he heard a rapid succession of explosions, minefields being dismantled by elaborate tactics, no doubt.

Didn't try to rejoin the main force, though. He wasn't any good for that. Instead he pushed on on his own, picking off the remnants that were overlooked, while trying to figure out how they were going to breach... well... that.