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

[Kaalia Pavanos]

ShutEmDown​

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Destruction. Death. Decay. Those words described Kaeshana accurately. Kaalia Voldaren looked around to see nothing but it as she stepped out of the transport shuttle. "Get ready for war." she was told, and the Galactic Alliance was the enemy. Although meeting Jedi was likely, Kaalia prayed she wouldn't encounter any. She wasn't ready to face her past yet. She wasn't going to be for a long time. There were parts of her to leave behind first, and it was a slow process. She didn't want to open up old wounds now. Kaalia shrugged off the thought, and put her mind to the situation at hand.

The words that came from [member='Asharad Graush'] were clear: Kill every last one of the criminals, gangsters and whatever else; they all had to be eradicated. Kaalia had no blaster on her person, her shot left much to be desired, but had her two lightsabers secured to her belt to serve as her weapons. She'd have to get to close range, but the young woman wasn't inexperienced when it came to moving unnoticed. With the stormtroopers providing cover fire she'd be able to dish out justice in her own way. The Knight of Ren stuck close to A'sharad for now though, in case he had anything specific for Kaalia to do.

Wave after wave of stormtroopers moved out, destroying everything in their path. The sound of explosions, the destruction of buildings, the blood-gurgling screams of the dying, it was everywhere you looked and listened. While the Light side in her screamed out put a stop to this, the Dark side fueled her resolve as thug after thug that tried to take Kaalia out got cut down by her sky blue and crimson red sabers. "Do not hesitate. Show no mercy." were the words that formed in her mind, but she was hesitant. Everytime a wounded thug begged and pleaded for mercy, she hesitated, tried to look away. Forcing herself to kill the defenseless was torture, and it ate the former Jedi up inside. However, it was her duty. And so she fulfilled that duty while holding back tears. There was no other way. "This... This is who I am now." she whispered.

 

[Asmus Janes]

Location: Edge of system, Rogue Squadron homeship the ANS Rebel's Hope
Objective: Dogfighting (TBC)
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"]

Asmus' canopy had barely rolled back when Command was on the comm. A ladder was rolled up to his fighter, which had taken a few knocks in the skirmish. An ordnance tray and refuelling pumps were following. That was telling. They didn't tend to load new torpedoes onto a fighter that had just landed unless they were heading right back out.

"Rogue Squadron, dismount but stay in the ready room. Ground engagements have started between Fireman and First Order troops. We may need to offer ground support but we'll need to break through the First Order blockade."

"Understood command," Asmus replied before yanking off his helmet. He darted down the ladder and moved out of the way of the flight deck crew. "Check the mounting on the starboard engines will you. That TIE pilot grazed them."

"Yes sir."

"Rogues!" He shouted across the noise of the flight deck. "Get some water and food onboard and stay in the ready room, we could be going straight back out there!"

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Location: At the abandoned Kerrigan-Alcori estate, hills overlooking Santaissa
Objective: Liberation and securing of Santaissa
Allies: [member="Tempest"], [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Six-O"] [member="Michael Sardun"] Tygaran Alliance and the GA
Enemies: [member="Project X-2"] [member="Pharazon Draken"], First Order, and friends in general

Omega Pyre had dropped it's own units before the First Order had blockaded the planet. Who would have known that those ODST Pyre marines and troopers would end up dirtside after kicking some warlord ass.

"We traded one raider for another." It was evident that the Prex of Omega Pyre was not too keen on the First Order. Call it a lingering remnant of having Eriadu glassed.

"Think they will try and glass the planet?" it was a wisecrack dripping in sarcasm as much as it was bitten off with underlying scorn. Even her face twisted into a scowl. She didn't have her helm on, so the long lenght of two toned dyed air hung in a thick ponytail, the blonde and ochre strands brushing the shoulders of her armor.

Coming alongside in the planning area, bright blue eyes caught sight of another familiar face. The former Exarch Siobhan Kerrigan herself.

Now her scowl turned into a wide grin.

"Exarch Kerrigan." didn't matter that the Protectorate was no longer there. Didn't matter that Siobhan was a Countess or whatever have you. For Aeron, she would always be the Exarch.

"I see your trend of replacing limbs hasn't left you." brash? Perhaps, but the woman was never very tactful.

At least she held her own in a fight.

Spoiler: Armour

• Asheran Armorweave Armor
• Mk I Omega Boltgun APE Boltgun Ammunition
• Tir Stunner Thigh holster
• Cylix Bolt Pistol - concealed
• Czerka Fighting Knife Boot clipped
• Wrist dart bolter with 5x BA-K177 Browncoat Kamino Darts on right wrist
• AI-Wrist Blaster Left wrist
• Telescopic stun grenade staff on back
• Force Imbued Disc-blade on lower back
• Lightshield bracer
• 2 Anti-Force User Grenades
• 2 Thermal Grenades
• 2 Electro-magnetic mines

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: At the abandoned Kerrigan-Alcori estate, hills overlooking Santaissa
Objective: Liberation and securing of Santaissa
Allies: [member="Tempest"], [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Six-O"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | Tygaran Alliance and the GA
Enemies: [member="Project X-2"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | First Order, and friends in general

They seemed to always meet in the middle of battle or just prior to it.

Part of him wondered if she was following him around, part of him wondered if this was the Force bringing them together. Either way, they made an effective team, of that there was little doubt. Atrisia, Rutan, prior to that Xagobah. Many theatres, but they managed to get through alright in the end.

Few extra scars, few more scowls and grins.

"Petty and vindictive." Sardun responded calmly as they walked. Even in their walk and talk they cut contrasts. Armor and robe, peace and tensed coils.

"Yet, they have avoided open conflict since Eriadu."

Fear? A desire for an isolationist policy? Sardun knew not, but what he did know that all-out war could yet be avoided. Unless the First Order decides to glass another planet. This time there would be no ignoring it, no cold war shackling them into inaction, no 'bigger' threat holding them back.

Justice would call.

"We'll see."

As they approached the group of Tygarans, Sardun stayed quiet. He did not know this people, not from first hand, anyway. Except, until he noticed the droid a bit separate from the group.

The Jedi nodded to HK. "Another fight, Iron Lord, do you have another tactic up your sleeve to win the day for us?

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Location: LZ alongside [member="Asharad Graush"]

Sergeant Kato's squad of eight stormtroopers spread out in a protective formation around their general. For the moment, they had been assigned to a protection detail to ensure Graush was not picked off by the enemy. Kato thought that unlikely. He'd seen Graush in action.

"General," he saluted, "Anything you need, my boys are there."

 

[Sed Frieder]

Location: Kerrigan-Alcori Estate Perimeter
Objective: Provide Support and Escort for [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]'s assets
Equipment:
GA Trooper Armor
Blaster Rifle
Side Arm

Sed was but one of the numerous GADF troopers on the ground, sent to aid allies of the Alliance. Unlike the likes of [member="Six-O"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Tempest"], Kerrigan, and their specialized troops, he and the troopers were but rank and file, sent to fulfill their duty to the democracy it stands for. That's what he signed up for, without the proper education or cash to make a difference, he had decided to join the Galactic Alliance Defense Force, a force for good in his mind. Albeit Sed did feel ill equipped and barely armed in comparison to these highly trained and most likely experienced troops, he would give it his all, that's what a soldier was there for, to give a piece of their minds before it was splattered across the battlefield.

As the GADF troops filed off their transports, they looked identical to each other in their completely covering armor. The only ones indistinguishable were sergeants and officers, partly due to their chest plate insignias. and partly because of their lack of helmets. Despite the lack of action anxiety was in the air, their NCOs barked out orders while mud was formed under their feet. Troops rushed to their positions around the villa, now in ruins. It looked as if it had held some beauty long ago, but all that remained were ugly, twisted pieces left of the complex. Most of the infantry were sent to protect the static support, artillery and anti-aircraft weaponry, guarding sectors as these machines of war prepared the assault on Santaissa. Through the thin visor of his helmet, Sed could see the outlines of First Order vessels, the element of surprise seemed to be just out of reach for their forces. But he did not know the full picture, who knew what the CO of this operation was planning, all he knew was to keep his sergeant in sight, and his safety off, this engagement was not going to be pretty.

 

[Kuzo]

Kaeshana
Central Cove
FO Relief Camp
Allies: FO

Irajah had gone to sleep, snuggled in the tent against the chill outside. The lapping waves, the sounds of the bay, had lulled her into a sleep deeper than she had experienced in the last year. Drifting off, she had drowsily catalogued the work up coming. There was so much to do- but maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to discover what had happened, mitigate the nuclear winter, and bring the sunlight back to the surface of this ruined place. The ruins of the cities could be rebuilt, and life could find its way back. And if not, at least perhaps, they could find a way to help the remaining population relocate, begin anew somewhere else.

She'd slept, lulled by the sound of the water, dreamless and peaceful for the first time in a year-

*****

"DOCTOR VEN DOCTOR VEN!"

Wrapped in blankets, bleary eyed and confused, Irajah shot up, almost toppling the whole tent. She looked around wildly, clutching the blanket around her shoulders before finally remembering.

She poked her head out of the tent.

"Eh?"

"You are needed immediately!"

"Eh?"

What possible emergency could be going on that she was needed immediately? Did someone fall and break their leg? Eat poisoned snow?"

"Doctor Ven, please. We have multiple injured, and the fighting is only going to get worse."

"Fighting? What fighting? WHY ARE WE FIGHTING?"

She had gone to sleep, prepared for a mission of humanitarian nature.

She'd woken up in a war zone.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Ov Fire and the Void

// Expansion Region \\​

Asur System, Kaeshana​

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Fire raged all around him, plumes of black smog choked the skies above and blotted out the dim sunlight that shone through the clouds. With every step his boots were covered with a thick layering of soot accompanied by the occasional crunch of bone snapping beneath his weight. He hazarded a glance downward to stare at the body of Eldorai intertwined with the ash and fetid dirt, their faces contorted in horror as their bodies smoldered from a dozen different blaster wounds that had sent them down into that ashen grave. He nudged one aside with his boot and continued on, his gaze sweeping back and forth to survey the work his men were doing to what remained of the village. It hadn't been their intention to lay waste to this meager settlement, but upon arrival they had been beset by the savage natives at nearly every turn to the point that their existence could no longer be suffered.

So by his hand he put them all to the sword, and decreed that all evidence of their existence would be scoured away in cleansing fire. None were spared, he would not permit it, and in the chaos of the quick skirmish several stragglers had fled into the surrounding wilderness. They were currently being hunted down by his most adaptable scouts, and their bodies would be brought back to their clan's funeral pyre to be dumped alongside all the others.

"What a worthless world. It's a wonder that the Order even bothers." He and his subordinates had only been asked to accompany the reserve Humanitarian forces of the Order after the main bulk had already been dispatched, and he loathed every moment that he had to remain on the planet. With the outright elimination of the most hostile natives closest to their landing zone, the non-military elements of this expedition could disembark and set up prefabricated structures in the hopes to further spread order and justice to this lawless world of anarchy. Such drivel was usually left to his subordinates, but it was seen as prudent that he be seen leading part of the effort.

That didn't prevent him from complaining every so often, but soon his boredom would be alleviated at the news of Alliance encroachment upon the sector.

 

[Darth Veles]

[SIZE=10pt]While [member="Asharad Graush"] and his white-clad legions swept over the area like a tidal wave, an unstoppable force that washed over all and slaughtered whoever resisted the new order dawning over Kaeshana, Darth Veles and his droid forces followed behind and performing a more thorough sweep through the remains. Originally intended to wipe out the Croa infestation on Sekalus, the Sith lord’s HRD army was a sanitary force of sorts – and now the skeleton-like droids incinerated piles of dead bodies in massive pyres to let the winds carry the stench of roasted flesh across the battlefield. Screams and insults often added to the apocalyptic atmosphere. Those who survived the initial onslaught were gathered and put to further use to emphasize that the First Order did not take kindly to rebels and disorderly elements planting obstacles in the way of progress. Pirates, smugglers, it did not matter – Darth Veles did not discriminate and saw to treating the surviving rabble as they deserved; pigs with no honour or creed, no ideals or vision.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Darth Veles gave new purpose to their selfish, pointless existence.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The machine forces were to make an example of the remaining fools who harboured thoughts of sabotaging the new rulers. Makeshift crosses alongside the roads all displayed bodies, strung up by the sanitary division. Some of the unlucky souls were already on their way to the Void while others still twitched, begging their gods and goddesses for quick end as opposed to slow and agonizing death. Broken bones, bleeding cuts and scorched shots – all like salt to injury for the affected, yet those very things would prove merciful in the end, summoning the deadly reaper’s scythe faster. Mercy was an unknown variable to the droids though, and so more and more crosses found themselves erected, pleas falling on deaf ears. Barbaric, unethical? Most definitely – and yet this act only served as a warning, sending a message that promised similar to anyone who defied the new order’s embrace.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10pt]This was order in its purest form. So perfect, just like the droids under his command.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Watching his orders carried out with the utmost precision only machines can deliver, Darth Veles strolled in the midst of it all. Despite his frown, he found himself admiring the sheer efficiency displayed by the robotic soldiers. Somewhere close, another man’s chest came to a halt, never to draw breath again. Pausing in his pace as well, the Sith lord closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. The smell of burning meat filled his lungs as he bathed in the dark side’s sheer power. Not even the sound of lightsabers whizzing through the air forced his eyes to open.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Do not show mercy to the wounded,”[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Darth Veles suddenly spoke when [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] brought her blade down to finish off another incapacitated thug, his warmly hued amber orbs finally revealing themselves, [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]“Dying is too good for them, my dear friend.”[/SIZE]

 

[Choli Vyn]

Location: Edge of system, Rogue Squadron homeship the ANS Rebel's Hope
Objective: Dogfighting (TBC)
Allies: [member="Asmus Janes"]
Flying: TR-20 X-Wing

Choli was still a bit on an adrenaline rush. Water splashed onto her face, beads of the liquid falling off of her face and into the sink. She managed to sneak off to the refresher. While the starfighter was able to handle any biological needs, nothing beat an actual refresher.

That and she was still high on the feeling of using the Force to help to shoot down that Headhunter. Rogue Two was still not happy with her, but otherwise, it.. it felt good.

Currently, they were switching to fresh birds. The TR-20 to be exact. R4 was already being moved over and getting some refueling done.

Shoulders rose as the olive-skinned woman took a deep breath.

Okay. Okay.

A nod at the reflection and she was done. Jogging out of the refresher, the girl headed back into the hanger for the ready room.

 

[Valius Rau]

Post #: 1
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Galactic Alliance
Location: Kaeshana, Santaissa, Ruins and reconstruction site of the Citadel.
Equipment: See Bio
Objective: Defend the Citadel Reconstruction Project. Kill any opposition

"Prepare to jump." Valius told his men, "Activate jetpacks at 250 Meters.." This would be the first test, to see if the Imperial Supercommandos would actually work. Hopefully they would, or Valius would lose everything, no pressure. 'Sure' Valius thought sarcastically, they had been sent to reinforce a group of stormtroopers here, provide backup and the such, well they would help. And hopefully they would fight. "Jump!" Valius yelled and he watched as all fifty of his men jumped out in pairs, he and his second in command, Raan Vizla, were the fith pair, Valius leaped, and the area around him flew by at high speeds. Once he was at 250 Meters, he activated his jetpack and stopped at an altitude of 15 Meters. Once all his men were at the same height, they flew towards the heaviest concentration of First Order soldiers. Valius walked straight towards their leader, "I am Lieutenant Valius Rau, head of the Imperial Super Commando divison, we have been sent here to assist you in patrolling the area, guarding the vacinity and fighting of any attacks by the Galactic Alliance who have allegedly launched an attack on this planet." Then turning to his men, Valius nodded, "Spread out, grous of five. Eliminate all hostiles."

@Asharad Graush, [member="Pharazon Draken"], @Other First Order Ground People, @Any Other Interested People, FO or GA.

 

[Isla Ashen]

The dark boots of Ashen Ren stepped down off the transport behind [member="Asharad Graush"]. For a moment, she watched over his shoulder as the white-clad troopers moved off to do their duty. Even she had to admit that it was an impressive sight. Perhaps she was even beginning to understand the appeal of commanding men, even if she did not hold a wish to do so herself. It was not long before the songs of blaster fire were ringing out into the area, and the melodies soon accompanied by screams. The Knight of Ren stood still, an expression of calm on her pale face.

Slowly, her cloaked and armored figure stepped around General Graush.

The redhead turned to glance over her shoulder at the man, and offered him the slightest of grins. She followed this expression with an arching of her brows, as if to silently say “don’t get killed.” A’sharad was a friend, and if things were different, perhaps he would have been more. But there was no time for such sentiments, and Isla did not have any regrets to dwell upon. With a last look, she pulled her hood up to obscure most of her face, and she was gone.

Isla was aware of the presence of [member="Darth Veles"] in the area, and also that of a new recruit [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]. For the moment, she decided that she would stick close to the disciple. The two had met before, but interactions had been brief. Still, Isla had noticed that the young woman was ambitious and dedicated. Kaalia moved with a sense of grace and swiftness, and for Isla, it was almost like looking back at her younger self. The disciple had wasted no time, and neither did Ashen Ren. With her own crimson saber in hand, she went to work.

She moved forward, watching as the disciple’s hand seemed to hesitate.

Just as Isla was about to step up to Kaalia’s side, it seemed that the Mon Cal had beaten her to it. Her emerald orbs studied the disciple for a moment, immediately catching the glint of tears. She turned her head away from the sight, her own heart was quite stony and cold, but perhaps there was a glimmer of empathy inside. Brushing this strange sensation away, she narrowed her eyes slightly.

“Steel your nerves, young one.” She said, renewing the grip on her saber. “Our work here is not finished.”

 

[Asmus Janes]

Location: Edge of system, Rogue Squadron [/size][/font][/background]homeship the ANS Rebel's Hope
Objective: Dogfighting (TBC)Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"]
Flying: TR-20 X-Wing

"What are we looking at here?" Asmus asked. Before them were some sharp images captured by their recon vessels from outside the blockade. They almost made the world look like a model from the distance, angle and depth of field.

"On the left are our ground forces who are currently cut off from supply. On the right... We think these are mass pyres."

Asmus visibly blanched. His knuckles whitened as he grasped the arms of his chair tightly. Of course. Just like Eriadu. Asmus had barely started to consider becoming a pilot for the Alliance when the First Order had glassed his home world. Asmus was from a wealthy merchant family. They considered themselves distinct from the nobles of Eriadu, but still had strong family names. A lot of those family names had simply vanished from existence on that day.

Asmus took long, steady breathes. "We need to break the line and support our forces."

"Correct. We need you to escort Y-Wing bombers who are going to provide close air support to our troops and try to slow the advance of this mass execution."

There was a depth of commitment behind his emerald eyes that had never been there ahead of a mission before.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

Location: Landing Zone
Allied: [member="Kato"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]
Hostile: No Hostiles Detected

Equipment: Icon-Class Personal Energy Shield

Somewhere, off in the distance, people were being crucified. Superintendent had devoted most of his walk to calculating the probability that this string of prolonged executions would have the desired effect. Currently the likelihood of this effectively cowing resistance remained at about 0.03%. There were next to no instances, that the Superintendent was aware of, where public displays of torture quashed separatist sentiments. Why would they? It always inflamed liberty desire, not quelled it. Those pacified populations who had no intention of rising up in the first place almost always became radicalized against the invaders when witnessing the cruel, unusual torture of their neighbors. Sentient beings had a peculiar tendency to sympathize with members of their species, no matter how ideologically opposed they actually were, when they faced a common, alien threat together.

Not to mention it gave ammunition for foreign governments to undermine the legitimacy of the new regime. Nothing made better propaganda than the truth, and now someone in the First Order had done the Galactic Alliance a favor by exaggerating it for them.

In those few instances where brutality of that sort was effective, it was effective because there was not yet a full-scale rebellion underway for the outraged population to turn to. And there now was. So crucifying those unlucky meat-things had served no practical use. It was a final act of depravity for which no logical justification existed. Except, perhaps, a hormonal Sith Lord getting his rocks off. It was unfortunate that not everyone could be as sensible and detached as the Superintendent was. It made for a waste of time and resources.

No one had asked the Superintendent's opinion on effective methodology in dissident pacification, however. It was just nice to think about, eats up some of the word-count. They had sent him to be attached to a Stormtrooper squad. Because that was something KX-Series Security Droids often did. Superintendent's heavy footsteps would alert Kato and his squad to his approach long before the droid actually arrived. Shortly before he stopped walking, Superintendent took note of the other members of Kato's squad and synchronized with their HUDs. Now they would all be wonderfully tied together, friends for life. Albeit there was about a 43% chance that their lives were about to be cut frustratingly short. The presence of the General would improve their odds by about ten percent, so that was something to look forward to.

"Sergeant Kato," Superintendent said. "I have been attached to your squad."

There was a moment of silence, save for the whirring of his internal parts, as his photoreceptors focused on the Sergeant.

"May I have a weapon?"

In the Superintendent's experience, no one ever gave him anything unless he asked for it first. Squeaky wheel gets the oil.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Allies: Gallactic Alliance
Enemies: First order
Near: [member="Six-O"]
Location: Santaissa

Causstik Rahn and his band of pirates had observed the way the First Order had treated his kind and he was not pleased. They had been crucified as common criminals alas this did not phase him. It only served to fuel the fires of anger that made him tick. He and his forces would not bow down and die. He was pirate turned privateer for the time being. He had recently come to hold a small portion of the Capitol city and now the invaders sought to force him out. He was no fool. There was no keeping his former fief, but the First Order would harbor no good will for the likes of him. So, now he sought to achieve a sort of pardon with the Gallactic Alliance.

He and his Dread tooth warband had taken up along the city streets. They harbored themselves in abandoned buildings and taken to the sewers like rats gnawing away at a corpse. His elite power armored troopers sat atop roof tops preparing to fire down upon the enemy and waste the likes of them. It was a classic guerrilla campaign. Something Causstik and his jungle fighters had come to excel at. They set up ambush locations all over the city and when the trap was sprung they melted away into the sewage system. Enemy vehicles were fired down on from above as his power armored troops rained hell upon them with shoulder mounted rocket launchers.

"War-Chief we have gained a foot hold in the cities sewage systems,"

"Well done C'both. We will claim many Jagganath points today,"

Causstik smiled at this. His troops had taken a fancy to taking enemy helmets as trophies. Causstik was a more intimate sentient though and preferred their scalps. He petted the furry tuft of hair that lined his waste at the memory. A platoon of stormtroopers had thought to attack Causstik's very home and payed the price accordingly. Now their bodies sat filleted alive outside the Trandoshan's main HQ. Their skin doing them no more good then their precious white armor.

 

[Six-O]

Location: Santaissa, Some Distance Below Kerrigan-Alcori Estate
Objective: Arm Local Guerillas, Crash-Course Protocols
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Tempest"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Michael"] Sardon, @Sed Freider
Enemies: First Order
Equipment: MKIII-Heavy Bolter, Gorgon Web Rifle, Magnetic Reaper, 6 Eater Grenades, On-Board Weapons Systems
Forces: Xerrzyk the Ghastly, 40 Eldorai Guerrillas

Santaissa, story goes it was fairly beautiful once upon a time. The jewel of Kaeshana. It's gleam was well tarnished now, however, never to grasp that wonderful luster it'd been known for again. What once was blues and greens, parks or homes, brilliant city structures of dizzying proportion were all no more. Replaced by rust and rotting brown brick. Grey and gloom. The inevitable end for all life.

Their pocket of city was long past prime. Urban decay of mass abandonment sprawling off in all directions. The ground was soft, pavement heaved upwards in great ragged chunks from lifting earth, water knee deep in many sections. Dilapidated husks of crumbling buildings lay as skeletons in this municipal graveyard. Frequent rumblings from below bringing another hollow shell to it's final fall at varying interval.

Officially, by logic of past, Six-O should have found himself on the side of the First Order and their Sith compatriots. But in these days, the old Droid was looking at things with a different shade tinting his viewscreens. He was still a bastard. A murderous machine that took pleasure in the simple things of life; torture, maiming, murder, kidnapping, terrorism, murder, war crimes, murder, civil wars, guerilla wars, murder, bludgeoning, stabbing, cutting, slicing, murder. He could have compiled a list roughly 7,891 entries long, but. . . he just didn't want to.

For now he was a member of the Galactic Alliance, unofficially, official. Their Contracts and Conduct allotting far less, art, than his previous employers.

That also didn't stop him from enlisting the aid of individuals such as Xerrzyk the Ghastly.

But at the end of the day, that was his job, wasn't it? Deal in matters, and with individuals the Alliance couldn't in any conclusive service.

Xerrzyk was good at his trade.

The life he lead away from this World had been anything but soft. He knew city fighting like no other. He knew how to utilize 5 men as 50. He knew how to fight with little resources, no support and to the last stand. In Hutt Space, War was invented. They'd been ahead of the curve since before the first bend was even created.

Armies? Things of the past.

Fleets? They were just a last ditch effort for the losing side to save face.

"Je killya um pasa doe beeska wumpa!" He instructed with gruff hoarseness while he and Six-O paraded back and forth the rank. Observing their close-combat preparedness.

"Speed, Accuracy, Intensity, Evasion"

"Maee!" The Klantoonian commanded.

The pairs of Eldorai squared off, some with knives, others bare handed. They followed the drill. No fancy stuff. No frills of acrobatic displays. Just grit and pain. Their engagements with the First Order would not be ballet spectacles, they were looking to kill. And to kill with as little effort spent as possible.

One of the Eldorai, a mountain man of some degree, swished and slashed at his opponent. Some nonsensical bio-mechanical cutting technique that claims if you strike here their eyes explode. Absurd.

"Hagwa doopee!!"

The large Eldorai stopped, his body tensing in anticipation of the whip. But that weapon of pain never touched him.

"Neyoha mei!" Xerrzyc commanded like a sudden boom of thunder.

Guerilla and Instructor faced off.

"Ah!" The Klantoonian directed in Huttese.

Squared, the two men shifted in stance for a moment. Student going orthodox, left hand at the ready to defend, right hand clutching knife in forward grip, elbow in, blade ready to lunge. Xerrzyk shuffled, starting first in right-handed stance, whip in reverse grip. As they half circled, he adjusted to a left base. Whip in right hand held in dominant jabbing position while his free hand tucked back ready to counter.

Several attempts were made by the Eldorai to feint, Xerrzyk had none of it.

Finally attack was thrown. The hefty guerilla rushed forward, bringing his gaudy assault on at haste. Slash from over left shoulder, chopping cut from above after it failed.

Xerrzyk countered, evading with ease, the unmeasured slice. Then using the momentum from hacking arm, he captured the students wrist with left hand from above. Proceeding to thrust rear end of whip to the side of his neck, applying a pull that thusly grounded his opponent from the trajectory of his own attack.

It'd cost him ten lashes.

After, of course, he unburdened hands from throat and ceased gasping illiberally for air.

"Pa'sa tah ono, maee!" The lessons continued.

"Speed, Accuracy, Intensity, Evasion" The Droid continued to drone on ceaselessly, correcting the stance of another Guerilla with rough direction from heavy metal limbs.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Not once did the Sith Knight activate his lightsabre as he strode through the ruins of both former buildings and flesh and blood. The battalion led by Vyrassu needn't stop to clean the battlefield of the dead, for [member="Darth Veles"]' HRD forces were doing that for them it seemed. At least the other Sith in the First Order could take one other objective off the list for Darth Vyrassu to perform.

Around him, was a squad that had taken up the duty of acting as his personal bodyguard, in a way. Almost, a direct extension of his will in the form of the white wraiths that were the bread and butter of the First Order's Army; the Stormtrooper Corps. A reaction that the Sergeant [member="Kato"] was undoubtedly used to by now, that being one of no reaction, the helmeted Sith remained silent. Nearby, within the protective formation of the stormtrooper was, [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]. Through the Force, Vyrassu could feel her hesitations at the executions of those that were near death.

Weak.

The Knights of Ren didn't teach their students to be merciless like the Sith. A change that would likely come in war times. She was not in his jurisdiction to counsel. So, the Sith tolerated the Ren's presence, and that of [member="Isla Ashen"], for he bore no ill will against her. They merely had a job to do.

While he remained outwardly silent however, the Sith Lord communicated with other units of the White Wolves, and some other mechanized infantry regiments. They all reported to the General, for, where was the rest of High Command? Watching safe from Dosuun perhaps, or likely, in orbit with the Grand Moff, if they truly cared so much for this poor excuse of a planet.

"Sir, the Galactic Alliance somehow bypassed our blockade without us taking note."

The only response was silence and static.

"Sir?"

"Have our vehicles landed?"

"Of course, Gener-"

"Locate their landing zone." A moment later the channel was widened to include those of the starfighter corps, potentially [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"], [member="Nils Brenner"], and [member="Ishana Pavanos"] received orders to take part, or redirect other patrols squadrons to deal with the apparent sly Alliance dogs. "Wipe them off the map."

Click.

As soon as the click was heard, the Sith could already hear the whine of TIE fighters and bombers heading in the opposite direction. Specifically towards the likes of [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="HK-36"], [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Tempest"], @Sed Freider, [member="Six-O"], and [member="Aeron Kreelan"].

The Sith Lord came to a stop. Orders were already being distributed to those stormtroopers too far to hear. While Darth Vyrassu spoke, even then the furthest of the stormtroopers were on their way back, or were being met by their shuttles flying by above and ahead of the small group.

"The Galactic Alliance has made it planetside," he announced to the entire group in his mechanical voice. "Do your duty as willed by the Supreme Leader," he said. That was for the Ren. "Sergeant Kato, we return to base," the Sith took note briefly of the enforcer droid, [member="Byzus Lanko"] before once again, transmitting orders to surrounding units.

"Burn everything."

If the Galactic Alliance was here, then so were the Jedi. Undoubtedly, the Jedi would be incapable of resisting the mass amounts of death that was occurring all across the land mass. With both Sith and the First Order's poor imitations of the Sith following close behind, how could they deny coming to this planet's aide? And soon enough, should the group had followed the ebony armour clad Sith Warrior, the ship would've raised back up into the air and towards the Ruins of Santaissa.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel had landed on the world within his theta class shuttle. He had heard of the orders by [member="Asharad Graush"],and would gladly carry them out. The bat like wings folded,and the landing cycle was put into place. His orders were to kill the pirates and gangsters in the surrounding area. None would be left alive,and he was so happy to cause such destruction the same way he felt about dealing with the pirates earlier from Orbit. The landing ramp rolled down and his squad of 30 Stormtroopers came running out. Kyrel moved slowly his lightsaber out and activated. He saw what looked to be the Mon Calamari Sith [member="Darth Veles"] fighting off a group of gangsters along with [member="Isla Ashen"] and [member="Kaalia Voldaren"].

He joined in the frey his saber moving with crimson fury,he decapitated at least three of them before blocking shots from the rest. He than engaged more of them fighting them off with intense hatred and fury. Slowly but shurly the fight came to an end within minutes. He walked up to the three,his stormtroopers following close behind him as he said. "Well if it isn't my fellow Ren. I assume i came in the right time for the killings." He said almost pleased as he waited for what could possibly come next.

 

[Valius Rau]

Post #: 2
Allies: First Order, @Pharazon Draken
Enemies: Galactic Alliance [member="Causstik Rahn"]
Location: Kaeshana, Santaissa, Ruins and reconstruction site of the Citadel.
Equipment: See Bio
Objective: Defend the Citadel Reconstruction Project. Kill any opposition

"We've located a group of Allaince allies, orders?" Raan asked Valius. VAlius tunred towards the man, "Prepare to kill them, they will not make far. Deploy Seargent Jennis with 5 Men for recon. No engagment, and stay aerial." Raan turned away, "Roger that." Apparently the Alliance how somehow managed to bypass the blockade without raising the alarm, no matter. They would not be able to stand against the awesome might of the First Order, "See if we can get any artillery." Valius told his logistics manager, "We can simply blow them to piecies, staying out of their range the entire time. He turned back to the commanding officer of the stormtroopers, "Prepare for battle, we have detected a group of Alliance soldiers on the ground, we may need some of your men to assist."

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

Location | North End Two lakes
Objective: Humanitarian aid of the locals
Jedi Service Corps & Allies [member="Aeda Shaytari"]

The Jedi Service Corps had managed to land at the northern areas where intel had given them information of remnant Eldorai refugees. The Countess could very well be among the Eldorai here lending aid, but truth be told he had not seen her yet. Instead, the MedCorps were busy passing out re breathers for the ill and sick.

A small triage point had been established, and among the security perimeters that had managed to keep them under wraps had been the deployment of a Darksky Shield Generator. All the focus had been made to bring it online. That had been the lengthy part. However, security was paramount for the Jedi Service Corps and the civilian populations inside.

Rhen's lips drew thin. The only issue is that to lower and raise the shield for any incoming friendlies would take time. Time that could turn dangerous.

His shoulders rose and then fell.

"The Force be with us."