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

[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"], [member="Aizen"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Forces: One company of TKO Marines with Magnetic Repeaters and Handheld Shattergun Rotary Cannons, a dozen snipers in Nexu Armor with standard sniper rifles

The Marine’s cry of pain wouldn’t be heard over the din, but the comrade next to him rapidly tried to analyze the situation. His armor was speckled with the blood of the dying, and as he put two and two together, he stopped just short of crying “Sniper!” with a bolt to the head. This one caught Joza’s attention, forcing her to turn as skull fragments trickled against her helmet. The back of her armor painted a gory tale with blood and brain tissue, and if she’d seen the extent of it she would have grimaced and wrinkled her nose at such a grisly display. But that was war, and she could have nightmares about it later.

“Sniper!” She announced into her com, the sound of her own irate voice nearly reverberating in her ear. “Ladies, we’ve got someone picking off Marines from behind—oh crap.” A flash of red caught the corner of her eye as Aizen made a break for his bretheren, spraying red towards her and her unit. The Marines formed up around the Zeltron and didn’t hesitate to fire back with their rapid fire magnetic repeaters, though a handful certainly fell to the trooper’s heavy gun before Joza managed to reach out, forming a telekinetic bubble around the red-clad Stormtrooper. It was most often used as a protective maneuver, shielding oneself from all sides during an assault, but it worked just as well at containing the enemy—causing the fire from the gun to bounce off of the protective surface and back at its wielder. Some of the bolts managed to cut a swath of pain across her chest, leaving what she’d imagine to be a definitely unattractive bruise. Karking lungs. Wheezing for a moment, Joza groaned into her comm.

“Stormtrooper. Red armor. If he’s not down, get him down.” A glop grenade would be primed and thrown with a low hand towards the contingent Aizen had been making his way towards for good measure to cause an ooey gooey mess. Meanwhile, a pair of camouflaged Zeltrons would inch closer to the chaos, keeping their eyes peeled for their mark. If they found him standing, they’d each fire a shot—one aiming for his leg, the other for his chest. Crippling him with their prime objective, at least for the time being. After taking the shots, they would skirt themselves around and away from the battlefield, retreating back up towards the mountains to avoid drawing fire.

Reinforcements seemed to be rushing in from both sides. Mercs from Firemane, and droids she assumed were probably under the command of a certain sassy HK unit. Elpsis and the Voidstalkers charged the trenches, so Joza and her forces closed up from behind, pushing to support their allies.

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)

 

[Hansen]

FN-888 "Helden"
Citadel of Dawn.

Hotshot finishes washing the treeline in fire, some knife-eared contender appears to challenge the flame trooper. Hotshot turns the Flamethrower in the man's' direction and sends a stream of searing fire in that direction, it wraps around and passes harmlessly back over Hotshot. The Stormtroopers washes in the heat with the fire licking harmlessly off of his armour. The snow melts and screams cooking against glistening white. Hotshot pivots over right shoulder and cackles maniacally, if the elf man follows he'll bring himself into the line of sight for the Slit Trenches and Three Repeating blaster positions and over a dozen Stormtroopers to be gunned down in short order. Hotshot bellows in laughter while retreating to safety and leaps down into the Slit Trench behind Sev, the Platoon Sergeant.

"For Sieger we're dying! It's our sacred oath!" Sev sings while firing his Blaster over towards the advancing Alliance forces, fire waves amongst the trees. Exacerbated by the gusts pushing the snow. Hotshot drops down into the slit trench beside him. Their helmeted heads and weapon the only things visible in the five foot deep trench. "Good job hotshot!" Sev notes the spinning rotary cannons and gives an order. "One section! Focus on the advancing Infantry!" Blaster bolts slam into the ground just feet shy of the Stormtroopers. "Phrik! We've got to slow them down! Hotshot!" The Sergeant turns his slightly melted faceplate to hotshot, such was the potency of the Force even for their immunity to fire.

"Got it!" Hotshot heaves his flamethrower up and sends an arc of fire across the open ground from the safety of the slit trench, smoke wafts through the air and fills the lungs of the helmetless choking the life from them. A short wall of fire licks across the open ground and will make storming the trenches a highly painful proposition. "Yeah! Burn for me baby! Burn!" Hotshot does he characteristic crazy cackle as he watches from behind the narrow visor the Earth burn, slow receedes away from his flames, it also obscures vision of the trenches and gunpits somewhat.

"Deadeye! Keep your section focused on that airborne slag! Everybody else open up on the advancing Infantry." Fire and smoke makes it difficult to actually target their enemies, filling the air with blaster bolts would be enough. Joan's index finger abuses the trigger of the F-11D its stock applied with a crush like weight to shoulder. A shaped charge or something hurtles through the air and smashes into the gunput on Joan's right, debris is flung into the air. A rock ricochets off of her helmet, frightened eyes turn right and she pauses firing. "Lightning! No!" Joan screams with uncharacteristic shock and pain for a Stormtrooper. Hate and anger washes over Joan like a red sea as the gunpit falls silent and smoke wafts from its husk. "I'll kill you all! You're all dead do you hear me!?! DEAD!!" Joan shoulders her weapon and fires, it kicks against her though contempt keeps it steady, if these Firemane soldiers even entertained the idea of surrender. Knowledge of what now Joan will do to them would put that thought from their minds. A telekinetic wave rolls over their narrow trenches like a wave on a disturbance on an ocean floor. The Kinetic force hurls Joan back a foot, her cuirass slamming against a five foot wall of mud and rock. "Argh!" She growls before a slide forward back into firing position.

"Brace, two section!" Shrapnel is hurled back by a simmering wave of Kinetic energy, he feels his organs push against spine and is left gasping for air. Sluggishly he raises blaster upto shoulder height and resumes firing, with a cough. "Status, Troopers!" Hotshots' wall of fire is making it difficult to see. And as the battle wears on, the Stormtroopers steadily begin to tire. And notably attrition, without reinforcements and soon they'd all end up dead. And then the news from Hench comes in with a deep surly voice.

"We've lost trauma he is unconscious! Lightning is down over in the Gunpit. Origin and Handsoff are still firing though!" Hench points to the two gunpits still raining down blaster bolts onto the road. Shrapnel looks to hench and gives him an order. "We have to keep fighting! Keep firing two section!" He calls, Sharpnel trains his F-11D on the woman who just released an incorporeal kinetic wave of Energy and fires blaster bolts her way, his section split their fire between the Jedi and the road. "In Cover!" He cries as a wave of Rotary fire reaches up the road over the Trench, he ducks. Although Ninety-Nine isn't so lucky, the Trooper collapses beneath a withering hail of fire and he slumps at the bottom of the Trench. Ninety-nine drops his blaster and falls silent.

"Keep fighting Troopers! Commander Vaas is on his way! We just need to hold out a little longer!" Joan glances to the right and shock sets in, Lightning crawls away from the gunpit before rolling into Slit trench, presumably unconscious or worse...Dead. The Stormtrooper Officer breathea a sigh of relief, at the very least they might have something to bury if they make it out of this. "Ironhound One! Hurry it up, we aren't going to live forever! Have the pilot drop you on the blaster road if you have to." In the distance, a Titan dropship flies over Santaissa towards the Citadel of Dawn with a demon hungering for the souls of Eldorai and firemane troops hanging beneath it. Joan takes note the storage device in her helmet is filling at an alarming rate. "The security bureau is going to love this!" Joan pauses and takes note of a terrifying display of darkside energy. "FIV Concordia this is Ironhound Minor, message; I don't care who is listening. I'm transmitting my platoon's battlefield field. Can you confirm! Is this a Sithlord?!" Joan shudders in fear at the thought of a Sith Lord being arrayed against them. She crouches and lowers weapon, and travels along the length of the Slit trench searching for where Lightning seemed to have fallen.

@[member='Asharad Graush'],@[member='Ludolf Vaas'], @[member='Elpsis Elaris'], @[member='Joza Perl'], @[member='Tempest'], @[member='Natasi Fortan'],@[member='Audren Sykes'].

 

[Progflaw99]

In Orbit \ Kaeshana​

Status: Engaged​

In Vicinity: [member="Pierce Fortan III"] \ [member="Ishana Pavanos"] \ [member="Sara Lee Jones"]​

[member="Kurt Meyer"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Choli Vyn"]​

[ Theme ]​

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Time froze in that instant before death, a thousand images of one's life flashing before one's eyes before they drifted or fell into the world unknown. Sometimes it was children, other times the distant touch of a love to be lost - for Nils Brenner, it was none of these things. The void. The cold caress of space, for that was the only thing that awaited those who chose to fly with the angels and pretend they belonged in space. The key to surviving the void? Embrace it.

In war, there was a concept. An idea that focused the mind, cut out all distractions, veterans would call it, "The soldier's minute." The past was of no concern, the future either. One minute, and only that minute. One single minute of everything, all at once. Anything before is nothing, everything after, nothing. Nothing in comparison to that one and only minute. Miliseconds were all he got, and he took it. The two missiles caused a shriek of alarm from Nils' warning systems but his piercing eyes had seen the threat moments before as they were fired. *Damn, good pilot too.* thought Nils as his mind kicked into auto pilot. Knuckles white beneath his tactile gloves, he pushed forward on the controls, gently turning them to the left. Sending his interceptor into a steep climb away and spinning he could practically feel the concussion missiles pass his vessel. He hoped the rest of his flight were able to evade the missiles but heard the explosion as one of his wingmen slammed directly into both of the missiles. *Feth!* He'd seen the glimmer of a vessel shoot over them at the last second, that was his target.

:: Sheikh Squadron Break! Echelon Right, down low! ::​

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At this point he left it to his flight leaders to call targets, no sense in overcomplicating things. He trusted his pilots and in turn they trusted him. Gritting his teeth, he brought his interceptor to bear, wingment lining up on his right as they began scanning for the perpetrator who'd opened fire. Almost as an afterthought he issued one transmission in the open - he couldn't hold the leash much longer and the anger flashing in his mind almost kept him from sending it but he was better than that.

:: This is Captain Nils Brenner of the First Order, Stand down and you won't be harmed! Continue your present course and attitude and you will be destroyed. ::​

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Cutting off the transmission his eyes flicked to his targeting module, searching for the vessel. Catching a faint signature he sent himself jetting towards it, it would be a few moments before he could catch a lock but he had a half cocked firing solution as he gained on the fighter. With a sneer, he spoke to himself as he squeezed the dual triggers, unleashing a short hail of fire from his six L-s9.3 laser cannons as he attempted to get a lock.

"There you are you smarmy bastard!"

 

[Isla Ashen]

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

The redhead deflected the next round of blaster fire that came her way, and jumped back just time as a bolt sailed past her left shoulder. Too close. She gritted her teeth, her breath visible in the icy air. The Knight of Ren had little to protect her from the elements, save for the woolen cloak that hung on her shoulders. Isla felt the cold, just like everyone else, but she was determined not to let it slow her down. She would let the rage of battle become her warmth. Though she could not see Kaalia at the moment, she could feel that the disciple was ready to fight once more.

With the ragged girl secured by the HRDs, they only needed to take care of these alliance fighters.

Isla caught the sight of Veles using his dark power to extinguish three of the rebels. It was a power that she had witnessed him use before, and it still impressed her. There was no time to appreciate it now, but the feeling that overcame her was powerful. Ashen Ren drew from this dark source, too. Attention was drawn to the Mon Cal, and Isla took this opportunity to rush forward. Using the dark side to add swiftness to her movements, she leapt towards one of the rebels. The young man’s hand twitched, a blaster bolt fired from his weapon, but did not come close to hitting his intended target.

A smile curled onto her face as she saw the brief glimpse of terror in his eyes. Her saber came down in a graceful arc, and the man fell forward, his face buried in the snow. Isla moved onto the next target, her saber swung wide to block a couple of close shots. There was too much space between her and the next fighter. Her emerald orbs darted, quickly locating a heavy pile of rubble on the ground nearby. Her hand shot out in the direction of the debris, and with a bit of effort, lifted it into the air. The rock and concrete came crushing down onto the man, his fighting ceased.

Turning slightly, she spotted movement. The rebel behind her was still alive, now crawling along the cold ground in the opposite direction. He was seeking shelter away from the battle. Not so fast. If he had survived, perhaps there was reason to keep him breathing… for now. While the rebel force had not been quelled, their numbers were thinning. There was a lull in blaster fire, and Isla stepped back, grabbed the man by the back of his bloody uniform and proceeded to drag him towards the comm tower. Her free hand still held her saber, ready to block any incoming attacks.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

Location: North of Santaissa
Allies: [member="Six-O"], [member="Elincia Alanis"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Kira Vaal"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]. None engaged yet.


It had become very, very cold as the blizzard swept across Santaissa with a loud howl that resembled the shout of a wrathful goddess. Kaida had expected that the stormtroopers' armour would shield them from most of the hazardous effects of the cold. Likewise, its white colour would make it easier for them to blend in. However, the First Order's war machine would still be impeded by the raging snowstorm. It would cause reduced vision and slow them down, and make aerial transport dangerous.


Of course, this went both ways and applied to the Tygaran Alliance troops, too. Reinforcing her own forces would be rather difficult. She turned away and stalked towards one of the Yazigd IFVs, snow crunching beneath her boots. "Move it, girls. Saddle up. Our intelligence reports rebel forces are at the comms tower. We shall assist them," she said curtly, grabbing ahold of her Magnetic Repeater rifle and making sure her Seraph shield was secured to her back. The intelligence had come via HK-36, the Iron Knight. Her armour, like that of all warriors, had been coloured to blend in with the snow white environment.


"We're marching into a blizzard again. Now I remember why I hated you. Now the weather matches your personality," Lidanya muttered under her breath, drawing upon her Sciia to keep herself warm. Naturally Kaida would hear this due to sensitive elf ears, but the former Eldorai rebel did not care much! The rogue spared Elincia a glance. The young one seemed to have a similarly irreverent attitude!


"We're not on foot this time. Cut the chatter," Kaida retorted and embarked. The convoy of IFVs was soon boarded and then began moving down towards Santaissa. Due to the blizzard, their pace would be slow, since dashing through the ruins was a recipe for disaster. But the Force would be their guide, they still knew the terrain and their elemental powers gave them some control. Kar'zun, Angelii and droids proceeded into the snow-covered, storm-wracked ruins, which were now bathed in white. Strong winds whipped against the armoured vehicle.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

[member="Nathaniel Barrett"] | [member="FN-0888"] | [member="Jaius Sovv"]​

Natasi held her earpiece to her ear, listening to the Captain's discussion with [member="Jaius Sovv"] aboard the ANS Truth and Reconciliation. The Captain was acquitting himself admirably; if he ever had to retire from the Navy, he would have a place in the Diplomatic, if Natasi had anything to say about it. Which she did; she was perhaps the most powerful person in the First Order outside the Supreme Leader. At any rate, he was absolutely right about the course of events; the First Order had claimed the planet fair and square. The Galactic Alliance and their merry band of sapphic cultists had arrived after and begun hostilities. That this Truth and Reconciliation should come in and demand that the First Order leave was ludicrous at best, but it did tend to suggest how the Alliance was going to represent these events.

The Alliance, always the liberators, even of those who neither wanted nor needed liberation.

Speaking of; a signal appeared on her desk computer and she frowned, touching the notification and opening up the message. She regretted it immensely the moment she did; what greeted her were scenes of extraordinary violence, disturbing in nature and sickening in the realization of the human cost of the battle. She pressed a hand to her turning stomach, forced herself to look on as Stormtroopers were slaughtered, as the chaos of war was amplified and made more terrible by the presence of Dark Side energy and destruction. "This is barbarism," Natasi whispered in a shocked whisper. "Absolute... barbarism." She forced herself to look away and called: "Sioux?"

There was no answer. Natasi sighed. "Sioux!"

And then she remembered, her eyes filling with tears as she recalled that her closest friend and adviser was missing, probably dead. At least the horrors of war had distracted her from that. Natasi had other aides, of course, but they weren't Sioux. What was she going to do without Sioux? She frowned piloted her hoverchair towards the door and into the halls, where she ran into [member="Nathaniel Barrett"]. "Commissioner Barrett -- would you mind?" She cocked her head towards her quarters. "I could use another non-addled mind here."

 

[Asharad Graush]

Citadel of Dawn,
482nd White Wolves,
[member="Elliot Locke"]

Darth Vyrassu's armour was cleansed of any shrapnel that had been embedded in his armour thanks to the Eldorai Guerillas and @Six-O. The Sith Knight walked towards the ramp, and crouched as he replayed the voice messages he had from the Major Bissell on the ground. They required help, lots of it from the looks of it. With the ramp opening, and looking down to the ground below, he could see a cannon tube being wrenched off from its artillery's body thanks to [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]. In the air, the Sith's amber orbs glowed brightly as he spotted ships high above dogfighting. Past the cloaked Daisya, a squadron of TIE Fighters whined past the opened ramp to engage a troop transport and its escorts belonging to the Galactic Alliance Defense Force.

Down below, the Sith could feel the death. The pain, the anger, the fear, perhaps not all of it, but most of it. His pilot flew lower, and through Force Sight the Sith could see [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] and [member="Elpsis Elaris"] raiding the trenches. It appeared that the stormtrooper, [member="FN-0888"]'s unit was experiencing quite the difficulties. Although, [member="Ludolf Vaas"] had already made his presence none from the North, likely the North-West due to the opposition approaching more or less from the North-East. Multiple positions needed reinforcements. Although Ludolf brought his own Division to the battlefield, those weren't the reinforcements that were needed.

Sith.

Ren.

Wherever they were, they were needed this very instant before the Alliance's force users actually broke the lines of the Order.

"Bring me lower," Vyrassu said over the comms. At that point they were flying over the North-East mountains, some distance away from the actual Citadel. The Supreme Commander was likely going to lead the counter-attack to re-secure the White Wolves' position at the Citadel. First Order sharpshooters hd risen up into the mountains back on the North-West side. [member="Joza Perl"]'s snipers were o opposing mountains, and his HUD put them right beneath the Daisya.

One step was all it took to drop him from nearly thirty feet, heavy armour and all.

Three razor bugs were released from his off-hand. Two struck true in the back of two necks, gifting them a not-so clean, but relatively quick death. Though, the sudden pain was likely heard over comm lines. Maybe they sheared a chunk out of each of their necks before returning back to him, a well practiced throw that had taken months to perfect. But they had sense deployed their wings to home in on their target, and with their target subdued they returned home - to him. The third one however took to base of the spine of one of the snipers. Burrowing into the armour with its shredding capabilities, A'sharad fed on the fear as he touched the ground.

Off of his belt, he grasped the black hilt that was his lightsabre.

He could see someone's mouth open. The commline was open, but Vyrassu heard no words as he approached the sniper.

Snap-Hiss.

Was likely the only thing heard over the line before static.

 

[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"] [member="Aermoira Cyone"] @First Order @Sith
OBJECTIVE: Oppose First Order Fleets

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)

Lexi watched the battles around the system unfold in the holographic depths of her command table. Battles from the command deck of a starship were vastly different than from the cockpit of a fighter, of that she was certain. She missed the free feeling of flying, of having ultimate authority over everything her tiny ship could do. Now, she was commanding thousands of personnel across a fleet, and it was daunting.

"Ma'am, we are starting to receive sensor distortion. Jamming may have gone active from a First Order ship." Her sensor officer reported. Lexi stepped over to look at the consoles readouts.

"Localize it. Who do we have closest to there?" She asked. The officer spent a moment zeroing in on the interference, then looking through the data to see who was closest.

"Wild Knights are our closest formation." She reported after a moment. [member="roth tillian"]

"Send a burst message, use some of the reserve power to punch it through the interference. Take out that ship." Lexi ordered. In a moment, the burst message was off, designating the FIV Stellaris [member="Aermoira Cyone"] as a priority target. "It's time we made the First Order feel our presence." She said as she moved back to her holographic table. She looked at the map, and chose a single ship in the enemy formation closest to her, still at long range. "Have our long range batteries target this Victory-X Star Destroyer. Coordinated ripple fire." She ordered, targeting one of [member="carlyle rausgeber"]'s ships. After a half moment of coordination, the two Noble class ships, three Horn class, and four Hammerhead class ships all opened up with their long range weaponry, in a sequence designed to not give an enemies defenses time to recharge. From the Noble classes, a total of twelve hypervelocity rounds, thirty-six mini hypervelocity rounds, forty heavy energy torpedoes, and eighty light energy torpedoes raced for that single Victory-X. From the Horn classes, a total of eighteen mini hypervelocty rounds aimed for the same target. The four Hammerheads, in total, flung turbolaser bursts from its three long range turbolaser batteries, and ion bursts from its single long range ion cannon. All told, hell focused on the one ship and let loose from long range.

"Have the Sentinels keep active scanning up, I don't want anything the First Order does to get past us. Priority anything Stealthed or leaving the system. Scramble all fighters from the fleet, active defensive screening." She ordered, bringing the full fleet into readiness for combat, and sending hundreds of pilots off of their motherships and into the void on their steeds of war.

Actions:
1) Designated [member="aermoira cyone"]'s EWar ship as a priority target for [member="Roth tillian"]'s Wild Knights.
2) Attacked [member="carlyle rausgeber"]'s fleet from long range, specifically raining long range hell on a single Victory-X Star Destroyer.
3) Reaffirmed standing orders to keep active scans going on the two Sentinel ships, which includes crystal grav field traps.
4) Scrambled every fighter from my fleet to a defensive screen.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Location: Hangar Bay, The Avenger
Allies: [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Talyn Krane"] | Galactic Alliance, Tygarans, Imperial Remnant
Enemies: [member="Malok"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Valessia Brentioch"]
Objective: Eliminate Darth Prazutis

We landed on the Avenger a bit before the First Order boarding party. Long enough to establish ourselves as neutral observers, which more or less meant that if things went sideways we would be there to ensure the outcome came out in a manner favorable to the Alliance. Not that four space ops marines could take over a cruiser.

But we could sure as feth try.

Now I witness a legion of First Order auxiliaries pouring into the hangar and I face a choice: help the Remnant repel the boarders and put my men in harm's way, or leave the Remnant in the grave they dug.

The old me would probably have left them to fend for themselves, but I can't do that now. I guess taking a frag point-blank gives you some perspective. Funny, am I less human now or more?

"Venom Actual to Command, engaging First Order hostiles on the Avenger."

I motion for my unit to fall in on me and I move toward the firefight.

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Location: North-West side of Citadel of Dawn
At the head of 1000 Stormtroopers from Division "Odile Vaiken", and 1 AT-AT "Sabercat"
Allies: [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="FN-0888"] [member="Aizen"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Enemies: [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] / and others

Ludolf's Stormtroopers had moved into position on the Northwest end of the Citadel, and began engaging the enemy forces. Using the mountainous terrain as cover, along with whatever trees they could find, his Troopers began digging themselves in and establishing turret positions along the enemy flank. They mostly operated in small, independent squads, as First Order Stormtroopers were trained to do. Their Stormtroopers had a greater degree of independence and personal leadership than their past iterations throughout history, and it only helped them on the battlefield. They were not as dependent on centralized leadership, and were capable of operating as independent units on the battlefield.

More interestingly, Vaas had received word that behind them, the Sabercat's main turbolaser was now primed and ready to fire. Just in time. Through a pair of macrobinoculars, Vaas could observe a peculiar Red Stormtrooper, [member="Aizen"], engaged in a rather daring feat of bravery in the front lines, though it appeared he was in some trouble. Instinctively, Ludolf began moving towards his position. Something hidden within him was controlling his body, it seemed. A feeling he had repressed for far too long. He was now having thoughts he simply couldn't shake.

Ludolf longed to sink his vibroblade into an enemy's skull. Like the days of old - when he was not so very different from that Red Trooper.

As the First Order's most powerful and monstrous land vehicle, one of the Sabercat's many design advantages was its ability to reach across a battlefield with its 10,000 meter range Tibanna-powered turbolaser. It planned on doing exactly that. It was situated behind the Stormtroopers for protection, and would simply unleash its blasts over their heads. The first enemy mass to unfortunately come between the turbolaser's crosshairs was [member="Joza Perl"] and her Kathol Outback mercenaries. The pilots of the Sabercat didn't care much about being pinpoint accurate - they didn't have to. Their goal was to simply fire directly into the enemy ranks and cause as many casualties as possible through the sheer force of the blast and explosion, if not by the laser itself.

The Sabercat's cannon unleashed a hellish beam in their direction, illuminating the sky and announcing itself with a chilling drone of a roar. The beam sailed over Ludolf's head, and the Supreme Commander gripped his weapon just a little bit tighter.

 

[H3xle]

Location: Santaissa, Nearing Comm Tower

Allies: [member="Six-O"], [member="Elincia Alanis"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Kira Vaal"], [member="kaida taldir"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

Forces:

Spoiler

With Taryc
-1 Company of Soldiers
-Gear:
-Armor
-Rifle
-Sidearm
-SAW (Squad Assault Weapon, 2 per squad=8 per platoon=32 per company)
At Kerrigan-Alcori Estate
-2 Companies of Soldiers
-Gear:
-Armor
-Rifle
-Sidearm
-SAW (Squad Assault Weapon, 2 per squad=8 per platoon=32 per company)

Taryc and her company of soldiers moved through the city, aimed directly at the communications tower. The best way to survive a war, was being able to keep communication open with allies. Communication was always key, and it was one of the few remaining tall structures in the city. As they moved, they had intermittent contact with First Order forces. Nothing sustained, mostly the edge of Taryc's formation meeting the edge of a scouting party or rear guard. Whenever it happened, Taryc ordered her people to support the platoon that made contact. The coordination and density of fire often made the FO troops break contact before too long.

"Taryc, we've got lots of movement up ahead." One of her scouts told her over their secure comms. She'd ordered a squad of each flanking platoon to extend forward and act as scouts. With the blizzard in full force, being able to react soonest would mean the ability to overwhelm a force at the outset of fighting. That they were within spitting distance of their destination, did not bode well for reaching the communication tower without making contact.

"Scouts return to formation. Company halt, take defensive positions." Being in command of people was a bit awkward for the former inquisitor. So much of her former life had been her on her own, but entering a Warzone on your own tended not to go well. She'd gotten out of several messy scrapes only barely. Her scouts returned to their platoons, and everyone dug in while Taryc reviewed sensor data from the scouts. After a few moments of rest, she ordered her vanguard to rejoin her, and flankers forward to make contact with the rear of the enemy. Once they dug in and began to fire, Taryc ordered her main body to advance and take the enemy under heavier fire. "Make shots count!" She said as she focused her abilities. She used her force ability in ways that would have seemed alien to her Primeval self, she was attempting to boost the morale and surety of those around her. In her minds eye, she was stoking the fires within them, because to her everything was fire. This would also likely make the beskar-clad battle booty stand out to any sensing through the force.

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Near the Kerrigan-Alcori
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: [member="Project X-2"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Valius Rau"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]

At the estate, the two companies of soldiers that Taryc had left assisted in holding the line against the First Order forces there. With the time they'd had to dig in, their squads would be assembled centered on their SAW, each soldier positioned to give maximum support to the SAW wielding soldiers, all from entrenched cover.

((OOC: If anyone at the Estate wants to take command of some or all of this force, please have fun. Otherwise, I will try to post with them, but they will be defending the estate only for the moment))

 

[BE-183]

Final Dawn​

Post: 4
Location: Outskirts of Santaissa / moved to Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Bolster forces at the Citadel
Allies: [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Brent Smith"], [member="FN-0888"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Aizen"], [member="Sara Lee Jones"] + First Order

It was a strange thing, to take orders from a knight of Ren. The acting squad leader was wired fundamentally differently to a stormtrooper sergeant, always aggressive, more concerned with slaying the enemy than any other objective. Bee supposed that with that power, it was entirely viable. "Be on your guard BE. Watch the civillians and if anything happens do not hesitate to take drastic action."

"Affirmative." She was prepared to shoot civvies given adequate reason, and that included being ordered to do so. It was just how she had been programmed. When they were peaceful, they were noncombatants to be protected and aided. When they took up arms against her unit they were violent insurgents that warranted capital punishment. Citizens would live good, long lives if only the resistance didn't radicalise them. It was not that Bee didn't value life, she absolutely did; her own, those of her comrades, and those of ordinary people. However when she had to protect the lives of herself and her fellow troopers from an enemy threat, and defend the cause of peace, order and prosperity through control, there were no second thoughts.

Time for a change of scenery; they were moving up to the Citadel of Dawn to bring the pain. Bee packed up her medic gear. She felt a swelling of pride, and the squad's morale soaring at Kyrel's command. They were elite soldiers of the First Order, they had the best damn job in the galaxy! No doubt the squad that had just joined them ([member="Brent Smith"]) would assist.

There had been seemingly no response to [member="Samka Derith"]'s message. The silence, perhaps, spoke volumes. Hopefully the young Ren's implied plan was just a ruse, as Bee had thought. She sought Derith and spoke up. "You heard Kyrel, ma'am. Our squad will move up to the Citadel; I respectfully suggest posting a detachment here to see that these citizens come to no harm, if you'll be joining us." She had recently seen how force users were able to move, and suspected Derith could catch up with them in a heartbeat, that was if she didn't mind not bringing any troops with her.

They made their way to the mountainous regions of the Citadel. Another long period to wait. She almost wished for thicker, snowier weather; without a camo finish, their armour's default colour would've blended perfectly, their thermal vision mode a huge advantage in mist. They at least made use of its environmental regulation, helpfully making them hardy against any adverse weather they could face in these higher altitudes. The sounds of battle drew nearer, it was clear the fight was well underway by the time they arrived.

Finally she saw the face of the true enemy. Soldiers of the Galactic Alliance. By a stroke of luck, they were tangled up with the fight at the Citadel, essentially with their backs turned. "Easy pickings..." She levelled her F-11D at the troops and lined up a headshot, waiting to pull the trigger at the same moment Kyrel waded in and started slashing them up. With the squad's element of surprise, they made short work of the pocket of GA hostiles.

When they had made sure they were all clear, she approached the Ren. "Sir. Incoming comms; you're gonna like this. We have a platoon entrenched near our position ([member="FN-0888"])... they're up against force users, including a dark sider, and a whole swarm of Alliance. What do you say we get over there double time, get some payback?" From her voice, one might swear it sounded like she was grinning. Her HUD revealed none other than Supreme Commander Vaas was on-site. This first major battle she was in would certainly be one to remember.

 

[Anya Venari]

[member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]
Location: En Route to Citadel of Dusk


Evacuations were never fun. For Selene Tarai it had a distinct sense of déjà vu as she had been there to evacuate civilians before the cataclysm. Now though, they couldn’t go directly into space, but instead were heading to a staging camp in the far west.

The Citadel of Dusk was now surrounded by something of a refugee camp where the Alliance was providing shelter and supplies.
All this was under protection of the turrets and forces left behind by [member="Kaida Taldir"].

From here the Alliance could gradually begin to establish safe areas across the western part of the planet where the First Order had few forces. There they could bring in supplies to the people and establish defences if the battles in the east allowed the First Order to deploy more troops here.

 

[Audren Sykes]

Location: Approaching Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Drive off the First Order
Allies: Tygaran Alliance, Galactic Alliance, Firemane, [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] | [member=Canal] | [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]
Enemies: First Order, [member=FN-0888]

Much to Audren's surprise, the flames blew past the soldier without noticeable harm. In fact, he caught the definite sense of amusement coming from the man. Even with the fireproof armor though, he would have expected the tank to explode...such things tended to be fairly unstable. He pivoted and abandoned his foxhole, running for what could be sensed ahead as other soldiers. He was followed, but slowly. This was deliberate.

As the Sephi crossed into the line of sight of the other soldiers, his lightsaber activated. Once they got a good look at him and started shooting, he blurred into motion. After all, the Force was good for so much more than just a shield here or there. He didn't move fast enough for them to lose him though, just fast enough for them to not hit him. And as he moved, his orange blade was flitting around, intercepting the bolts and keeping them from doing him harm. While he was moving towards the slit trenches, it wasn't nearly as fast as it could have been.

He was the distraction.

There weren't many of them, but the marines in the forest had moved close enough to see the soldiers' trenches. The camouflage netting they wore wasn't fireproof, but it was thermally resistant, meaning that they were all the more hidden, temporarily. Their blasters barked, just a few more bolts in a hurricane of them. These ones were aimed at the heavy repeating blasters and their operators that were mounted inside the trenches...their positions evidenced by the continuous firing. Once he sensed mentally that they had engaged the enemy, the Master's movement became much more direct: he went straight for the trenches.

And overshot them. It would have been pure foolishness to do so by arcing high over them, opening himself up to even more fire than he already was. No, he passed maybe a meter overhead, upside down and eyes searching the soldiers. He landed in a three-point pose, skidding for a half-second before pushing off with one foot into a somersault that allowed him to evade the rocket passing through his space. Pure chance, at the speeds he was moving it was nearly impossible to put a rocket where he was going to land, even in the straight line he'd traveled. Once again upside down though, his attention stabbed out in a half-dozen directions. Tendrils of Force power slipped around and stabbed at each of the grenades that his quick trip over had allowed him to spot. Safeties and triggers. Enough devices to make one feth of a mess in those trenches, which would no doubt destabilize even more devices, including the power packs and generators of the blasters. And he kept moving, heading away from the inevitable explosions.

While this group was only a small part of the forces the Galactic Alliance and Firemane were facing, they were one of the first steps. That was how he would work things: one step, then the next.

 

[Dish]

Post: 1
Location: Planetside, Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Rebel
Allies: Galactic Alliance and Friends, [member="Dax Fyre"], [member="Canal"], more
Enemies: The First Order, [member="BE-183"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Asharad Graush"], probs more

The order had been given, and they moved.

The meager rebel cell known as Catalyst was in its infancy, and before it had a chance to even lay roots they'd been ordered towards the fight. He wasn't complaining, DG-52 had known war his whole life, and he knew good and well that wasn't going to change any time soon, though he would've liked some time to actually train a force large enough to do some damage. Instead he had trained no one and all his cell had was a few wide eyed idealists and twelve former Galactic Republic Special Forces operators to its name. Obviously only the latter group had come to Kaeshana, and even then only five of them.

In retrospect they should've brought more. Entangled in the lines of alliance troopers the rebel let off a burst of blaster fire, the blasts raking across the chest of a stormtrooper. Barreling right the force dead soldier moved seconds before a grenade detonated, engulfing and alliance trooper to his side. Picking himself up the grim armored soldier peeked back over the trench and opened fire again with the DC-18, suppressing a squad of troopers before they could make a move to advance. "Grenade, now!" He barked, a thermal detonator sailing overhead from behind him as one of his veterans responded to his order instantly. Within seconds the grenade detonated, however in a significantly less explosive fashion as one trooper had hurled himself onto the detonator to protect his squad as they dove back into the trenches.

Dish winced, it was instances like that which made killing all the more difficult, even after all these years. Though he still picked off a member of the squad as they turned to escape. The massive blasts coming from the AT-AT were nothing but bad news, and comms indicated that a group of stormtroopers had them flanked, which was also inherently bad. "Dish we gotta get that flank!" His subordinate, a man by the name of Farrel Wyver roared, letting off a volley of fire before ducking to avoid retaliation.

"Agreed, Catalyst 1-1 on me, we've gotta cover our six." He ordered over his team's comms, raising himself up and letting off another volley, expertly putting down several more troopers as the DC-18 meagerly kicked against his armored shoulder, his augmented strength keeping it steady. Chaos was in the air, this was the war he'd been bred for, he just hoped he'd survive this one.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Objective: Pew Pew all the Things
Ship: Modded Rekali-class
Call Sign: Rakehell One
Engaging: [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Allies: [member="Roth Tillian"] [member="Arix Askrima"] [member="Tempest"]
Enemies: [member="Sara Lee Jones"] [member="Nils Brenner"] [member="Ishana Pavanos"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eyaf1yMHx54​

She clicked a few buttons and turned on some music to calm her nerves, letting the shivers in her arms get worked out with a few deep breaths as the music started. "I was tired of my lady, we'd been together too long. Like a warn out recording of a favorite song." The music in her cockpit had begun playing and Laira started muttering along with it as her ship rocked through the atmosphere of Kaeshana towards the Citadel of Dawn. Wind and rain, dark clouds filled the sky, but they were dissipating about now. Through the clouds she could see her target just barely and many of the Gold Squadron Pilots were checking sensor instruments often, watching for First Order fighters in response.

"If you like pina colada's, and get in caught in the rain." The redhead dropped her ship below the clouds seeing the contacts come up quickly on her dash. "Contacts." She clicked over the unit comlink quickly and quietly.

"Is that music?" One pilot asked and Laira turned the volume down just a bit on her board. "Gold Squadron, targets. Armor units first. Rakehell, hammer that big walker." Gold Leader's stern voice radiated across the comlink.

"Confirmed." The Squadron ducked lower in the atmosphere, picking up speed heading towards the First Order lines for a fly over. Laira was well aware of the power of a walker that size. Her father had been one of the first to create vessels that large, and so she was aware of the strategic value of such a walker. It was like a walking capital ship and they required specific weapons to disable. Good for her, she had those kinds of weapons.

"Ee eight. Conner net for the main weapon." <Let's see how you like this bubba.> She squeezed the triggers underneath her fingers unleashing a torrent of explosive mass-driver ammunition aimed for the forward leg of the walker followed by oversized Ion cannon blasts being spat out in alternating order. The droid controlling the ventral turret turned the weapon and fired the cannister containing the conner net at the massive AT-AT's main cannon, seeking to disable it, at least temporarily. She kicked the engines to accelerate on her strafing run spraying weapons fire at the massive, slow, heavy lumbering beast. Key word there was heavy.

Like, how would knee supports hold up if a local gravity well suddenly opened up below it? A gravity well intended to interdict starships at that.

The first set of missiles streaked from the gunship two aimed for the meat of the big walker, nice heavy ship killing Proton Rockets, a bit slow, but powerful and aimed low and at an angle where if they detonated early, they might catch some First Order infantry in the blue fiery deathball. The third missile was aimed lower, for the ground right in front of the big walker. This was not a kind missile. This was not a nice missile that shot daisies. It was a Pulse-Mass Missile designed to unleash a small sized interdiction field in space. Gravity warping effects on the ground were never kind, and hopefully, combined with the other stresses, Laira's shot would cripple or at least heavily slow the big thing. Or at the very least blow out the knees of a bunch of infantry.

"If you like Pina colada's, and getting caught in the rain. If you're not into yoga, if you have half a brain. If you like making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape, then I'm the love that you've looked for." She relaxed quite a bit more, punching the accelerator to max as she dropped her munitions.

 

[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

The explosion rocked behind them, and Aeron rolled on the ground as dirt and fiery debris flew over her. A large sheet of warped metal slammed went flying towards her at the same time a figure came at her with a stun baton. The woman gave a savage growl, barely avoiding the warped metal crashing down between her and the solider. By then the woman had picked up the bolter blaster to send a powerful burst at the man at point blank range.

The Cylix Bolt blaster would pack a massive punch. As would the shaking ground of the vehicle transports up ahead along with the F4L-AWs, their long spiny legs a beacon for attention. Her eyes narrowed upon one of the FRT-01's transport vehicles nearby, watching it send volley after volley at GADF forces. Lips curling back under her helm, the Prex gave a massive shove through the Force.

In a telekinetic blast, the Zeison Sha grabbed the smaller FRT-01, growling out as she gripped it tight in that intangible hand. Then she hammered out her will to fling the vehicle straight at the leg joints of the F4L-AW closet to her. Every intention of taking out both the FRT-01 she threw and potentially incapaticating the F4LAW by knocking out one or more of it's legs.

All the while the rest of the Omega Pyre Forces would spread as more gunships moved in to deploy their troops, spreading across to attempt to take ground one meter at a time.

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Avalonia, Dosuun
Medical Center – Labor and Delivery Ward

The baby was on the way.

Marzena was currently sitting on the edge of her hospital bed, her head bowed forward. Her manicured hand curled tightly around the railing next to her. After a few deep breaths, she collected herself and aimed a narrow-eyed glance at Sebastian Choi. Her brother was currently digging through the contents of her hospital bag, searching for her comm device.

“No, not that bag!” She growled. “My purse. Just… just bring it here, will you?”

Her index finger quickly indicated the correct bag, and she held her hands out to receive it. Sebastian tip-toed over and gingerly pushed the purse towards her, almost like he was afraid to get too close.

A moment later, Marzena had her comm in hand and was frantically dialing in her husband’s frequency. As she waited, another contraction took hold and she squeezed her dark eyes shut. Near the door, Sebastian was holding his breath and biting his nails. Opening her eyes, she realized that her blue holo-image was now being received by [member="Ludolf Vaas"].

“Ludolf!” She gasped, “I-I’m in labor.”

Marzena blew out a breath, her eyes searching the lines of the Supreme Commander’s face that were etched out in blue light. The excitement that she had felt was wearing off, and she was beginning to feel a bit scared.

“You’ll be here soon... right?”

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

Location | Relocating to GADF and Firemane Forces
Objective: Humanitarian aid of the locals
Jedi Service Corps & Allies @Aeda Shaytari

Rhen remained behind with the last of the parties. He wanted to make sure that every civilian and any wounded were carefully transported. They flew under the designation of Humanitarian and relief efforts. Moving from one area of the next would take time. They did their best to maintain the shield as long as they could. Once everyone was ready, that also was dissembled and taken down.

All the while Rhen was troubled. So very troubled by the Force. Various open comm transmissions came in, a few that disturbed him all the more. Was it serious? That insinuation? Just how far would this go?

In a galaxy where so much blood had been spilled, just how much more suffering would the New Jedi Order have to witness?

 

[Natasi Fortan]

ENGAGING: [member="Laira Vereen"]
SAVING THE BACON OF: [member="Ludolf Vaas"] and other First Order forces
BOMBING THE CRAP OUT OF: Rebel Scum (Galactic Alliance)

"This is Vaiken Division, calling for air support!" came the call over First Order's communications system. "They're attacking from the air!" The order was given for Blue Squadron to split off and offer cover, and so that's what they did, led by Captain Pierce Fortan III. "Wrecker squadron, on me too," Pierce called, and eight of massively powerful Reign heavy bombers split off from their engagement as well.

Blue squadron streaked across the sky, covering the several kilometers from the city to the Citadel of Dawn in a relative flash; it was no sweat for the First Order's top of the line TIE/In. Well before they arrived in striking range, Pierce's sensor board lit up with telemetry data from the missiles fired (seemingly simultaneously) by [member="Laira Vereen"]'s ship. The plot was quickly deciphered by the scanner data; two slow-moving projectiles must have been Proton projectiles, but the third... the third was going to be problematic. "Lock on to those proton bombs," Pierce snapped through the communicator. "And get firing solutions on that grav missile!"

The data appeared on his screen and he frowned gravely; there was no joy. The missile would impact in front of the AT-AT from which the Supreme Commander's transponder signal blared, unless -- "Cover me, Blue Squadron. I'm going in." He grit his teeth an seized his controls with a deadly determination. It had to be done; the Supreme Commander was vital to the war effort, whereas Pierce was only in high demand. He touched his chest briefly then took hold of his controls. "Tell Natasi -- damn it, tell her I'll see her in hell! For REN!"

But Pierce's big moment was not to be borne; Blue Two shouted "NO! For Fortan, von Brinkerhoff, and the blessed Bartoo!" into the com just as Pierce tracked his trajectory, flying straight on an intercept course for the missile, before it could get close enough to the AT-AT to cause significant damage. Blue Two took the heroic glory -- not to mention nearly instantaneous death -- when he piloted his interceptor straight into the missile. The flash was unbelievable, so bright that Pierce had to throw his arm up to cover his eyescreen. "Bloody hell," he whispered almost to himself, then remembered himself. He locked onto one of the Proton Rockets, seeking to shoot them out of the sky, but he wasn't as concerned about them; they were survivable.

"This is Blue Leader to Vaiken Command. Please transmit ground targeting data on channel oh oh six three, level three encryption. Wrecker Squadron, prepare bombing runs based on the targets. Attack pattern Theta; go now." Pierce swung himself and his remaining two wingmen around. "Vaiken Command, this is Blue Leader, standing by on overwatch."