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"], [member="HK-36"]
Enemies: FO, [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="FN-888"] [member="Aizen"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Forces: 60/80 with Joza, 320 with Ivan TKO Marines with Magnetic Repeaters and Handheld Shattergun Rotary Cannons, 7/12 snipers in the mountains in Nexu Armor with standard sniper rifles, 12 snipers heading towards eastern mountains

Regardless of the placement of the Tibanna gas canisters, they did not need to be visually available for Joza to reach them with the Force. Fire shaping worked via heat sensory, though the layers of metal skin made manipulating the gas more difficult. The walker quickly fell not long after, though no explosion could be credited to her—it was the combined efforts of the Alliance allies on the air and the ground that brought the beast down. She stopped concentrating not a moment after, not wanting to waste her concentration as the First Order regiment began their retreat up into the northwest mountains. Tapping the side of her head and exhaling sharply, Joza spoke to her girls situated on the northeast range who’d she’d ordered to move away from the lightsaber wielding threat. Despite initially telling the Zeltrons to flank both sides of the citadel, it appeared that they’d been pushed to the east. “Snipers, if there’s any of you left, it looks like the First Order is retreating up into the northwest mountains. Looks like they might try assaulting the citadel from the other side. Move quick, but be careful.”

Inhaling deeply, the battle meditation of a certain Elpsis Elaris allowed her head to clear and her thoughts to organize. The snipers were a giggly bunch, but tactical to their core. There was a reason they were in this battle. The five Marines who’d broken further into FO lines to toss grenades would be taken by surprise by the sudden retreat, being fired on from all sides. Their armor could withstand a few lancing bolts but began to fragment as they were being assailed upon relentlessly. But the Marines were not helpless, returning fire by way of spraying bursts of hypervelocity pellets that would penetrate quickly through Stormtrooper armor. Still, they were technically surrounded and highly outnumbered. Seeing her troops in a tight spot drove Joza to draw on a power she’d used many times before. Breathing in deep, her lungs swelled as she gathered the Force to her, extending it outwards as if it were a paralytic serpent seeking its prey. The Force Stasis field would wash over the enemy troopers surrounding the Marines, freezing all that it touched, including her own men. “Get them!” She hissed, darting forward with a pair of Marines to retrieve their brothers in combat. Weaving through the paralyzed enemy, the trio managed to drag the static Marines out of the now stagnant fray. One was likely dead, two grievously injured and the other two had taken moderate damage. But why waste a perfectly good stasis? The Stormtroopers were still frozen in place, and they weren’t about to wait around and see how long it took for them to regain their mobility. The remaining Marines took aim, mowing down their motionless enemy as the rest continued their retreat.

--

Receiving Joza’s call as the retreat began, the seven remaining snipers would hurry to push as far as they could into the northwest without directly encountering the massive swaths of First Order troops that were moving into the mountains. The Zeltrons had the advantage of being so few, lithe and athletic enough to weave in and out of the rocky terrain with ease. Heeding the order from the more aggressive Zeltron out in the thick of battle, they mined the tip of the northwest mountains into the north with what they had, tracing the only route usable to such a large contingent of soldiers. Concussion grenades and basic mines were tucked between rocky crags and in the shadows of outcrops, and then the sharpshooters lay quietly in wait. As Ludolf Vaas and his forces made their way through the rocky terrain and towards the north, they would shoot not at the storm troopers, instead sending their fire onto the hidden explosives before quickly retreating back towards the east to avoid retaliation. A chorus of simultaneous explosions would rock the mountainside as grenades and mines detonated from sniper fire, cutting into enemy soldiers in a vicious display.

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Nearing the surface, the Frigate would deploy 10 dropships towards the north of the citadel bearing four more companies of TKO Marines and another dozen snipers. They would fire from their bow laser cannon into enemy lines from time to time, but their focus was on landing and reinforcing the allied line. One did not land safely, taking enemy fire and handling it with a controlled crash on the hem of the woods that was thankfully not fatal given their proximity to the ground and the skillful piloting of Ivan Volek, the grumpiest Corellian ever. He’d come on Joza’s orders…uh, “request” with reinforcements, outfitted with those fancy Firemane guns. The occupants climbed from the wreckage, shaking off the crash before heading in to support the Firemane mercenaries and Alliance forces.

“Ivan, tank.” Came Joza’s exasperated voice over the comm. “What?” The pilot grunted, still a bit punch-drunk from the landing. “Tank? Which tank?” Taking stock of the battlefield, he noted a group of droids firing incessantly at a Firemane tank and instinctively backed away. Firemane was their ally, so these must be the enemy. “The First Order has commandeered a Firemane tank and it needs to be taken down by request of HK-36. Transferring coordinates. And yes, I have a general idea of where you are. Way to crash.” Before he had a chance to bite back—how that sassy tone cut into him!—he’d received the coordinates, matching close enough with his own. At least it made more sense, and as he jogged towards the tank he may have recognized HK-36 from their encounter on Voss where he’d aided them from attackers as Joza had the most inconvenient of labors. He was coming in from the side, safe enough to avoid friendly fire from the anti-armor salvos as he took aim, donating a handful of carefully placed bolts with the Handheld Shattergun Rotary Cannon. It was powerful enough to shred the tank's treads, leaving it immobile or laboriously slow and clumsy.


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)

 

[H3xle]

Allies: [member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Nima Tann"] [member="Sed Frieder"] [member="Tempest"] [member="Six-O"] [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Laira Vereen"] [member="elpsis elaris"]
Enemies: [member="Pharazon Draken"] [member="Valius Rau"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Ludolf Vaas"] [member="Nils Brenner"] [member="FN-888"] [member="Pierce Fortan III"] [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="face"]
Engaging: [member="face"]
Location: North of Citadel of Dawn


Force Composition

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Escort:
-24 OS-G3 Paladin Class Fighters
-24 OS-G2 Knight Class Fighters
-10 Peregrine Class Gunships
-6 Inimica Class Gunships
Dropships:
-42 M32 Argevant Dropships
-56 M47 Illria Dropships (44 Standard Configuration, 12 Medical Configuration)
-40 M59 Raven Dropships
Army:
5,412 Infantry
3,000 Combat Infantry (12 Companies)
-Armor
-Rifle
-Sidearm
-SAW (Squad Assault Weapon, 2 per squad=8 per platoon=32 per company)
2,000 Combat Engineers (8 Companies)
-Armor
-Rifle
-Sidearm
-SAW (Squad Assault Weapon, 2 per squad=8 per platoon=32 per company)
268 Special Forces Operators
-Armor
-Sniper Rifle
-Sidearm
144 Medical Personnel
-Armor
-Sidearm
120 Combat Vehicles
(30 Hydra Anti-Air Tanks)
(30 Typhoon (HE) Artillery Tanks)
(30 Manticore Heavy Support Tanks)
(30 O1 Bhesj Main Battle Tanks)
Assorted Construction Vehicles

::FOB/Artillery::​

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::30 Typhoons, 15 Hydras, 10 Manticores, 10 Bhesj, 4 Companies of Engineers, 4 Companies of Combat Infantry, 144 Medical Personnel, Dropships::​

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"Trouble top." The technician at the command posts sensor station reported as dropships began entering the atmosphere. The fact that they weren't either expected, nor broadcasting a friendly IFF meant they were targeted as enemies. You don't enter a war zone as a neutral without telling someone. "Old designs, out dated really. Troopships accompanied by fighter escorts."

"Who do we have in the area?" The steady thumping of the outgoing artillery strikes seemed to be the perfect background noise to the business of war.

"Uh, Green Squadron, K-Wings." The tech replied.

"It'll have to do, send them up the pipe towards Renegade. Have them focus on the troopships."

"Aye sir, notifying Renegade and dispatching Green Squadron to assist."

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::Ground North of Citadel Dawn::​

::20 Bhesj, 20 Manticore, 15 Hydra, 8 Companies of Combat Infantry, 4 Companies of Combat Engineers, 268 Special Forces Operators::​

​

"I read you, trouble top inbound." Djacen replied to the call from the FOB. He turned to his Firemane engineers. "You got the Apsis up yet?"

"Popping the field up now..." came the reply as a hum filled the background of the armor striking out at the Stormtrooper lines with their main guns.

"Good work." Djacen replied, then opened a channel to his armor commanders. "Trouble top boys and girls. Hydra's look lively. We've got troopships in bound with a heavy fighter screen. Aim for the troopships first, fighters are secondary. Bhesj crews, quad lasers and duals target troopships as well, fighters as secondary, target missile pods at the basilisks! This is old tech, but don't expect it to go up like a match."

As the troopships and their escorts came down on Djacen's army, Green Squadron would hit them with VT Particle Gatlings, Concussion Missiles, and Laser fire from twelve fighters. They focus their fire on the troopships primarily, with enemy fighter craft being secondary targets. They wanted those troopships to get down to the ground without surviving.

The Anti-Air and Armor fire from beneath had much the same goal, as 15 Anti-Air tanks lit up the sky, aiming primarily for the troopships, and 20 Bhesj crews followed suit with their quad laser cannon turrets, dual repeating laser cannons, and side mounted missile pods. All but the missiles were primarily aimed at the troopships, with the missiles aimed at the Basilisk war droids.

All of this, Djacen watched from beneath the flickering of the Aspis shield, stuttering in time with the shots out as it was designed to do.

Actions:
1) Green Squadron Engaged [member="face"]'s ships, focusing on troopships.
2) Djacen's Anti-Air and secondary Bhesj weapons engaged the same ships. All but the missiles are primarily targeted at the troopships, with the missiles aimed at the Basilisks. (That is 12 VT Particle Gatlings, 12 Laser turrets, 24 Concussion Missiles, 15 Anti-Air tanks, 20 Quad Laser Turrets, and 40 Dual repeating laser cannons targeting the 6 troopships primarily, with fighters as a secondary target. 40 missile pods with 8 missiles each are aiming at the basilisk droids.)

 

[Hansen]

FN-888 "Helden"
Citadel of Dawn.

Joan's two functioning gunpits turn their fire onto Dish, Origin and Hands-off send a hail of red laser bolts towards the Trench in addition to the Flames that already dived into the Trench, a thermal detonator hurtles through the air towards Hotshot, Sev's open fist snatches the detonator from the air and hastily tosses it without aim or care from the slit trench! That was a close one. The Thermal detonator explodes and sends Noose flying back inside the Trench with a sickening 'Brsh' and cry of pain. "One section! focus on the mercenary! Two and Three sections fire on advancing infantry! Lay into them gentlemen!" Joan shoulders the stock fixed F-11D and fires towards the Trench that has flames dancing wildly on its surface. Blaster fire turns in Joan's direction and slams into the upper breastplate and thrown her down into the bottom of Slit Trench with a gasp. The oxygen forces itself from lungs.

"Awh No!" Hotshot cries in disbelief and gives Sev a long stare, the two look down at the projector in his hands. "Leia is empty!" Hotshot shakes the projector angrily and slaps it with his left hand. "I don't have time to argue with you, woman! Please baby not now!" He reaches to the flamethrower harness release that sits in the middle of breastplate and turns a quick-release clasp and applies a small amount of pressure. It falls away and Hotshot draws an F-11D from thigh Rig. "That is it! Time for some 'aggressive negotiations!'" Hotshot cackles at his own jest and Sev chides him.

"Less talking! More blasting!" Sev turns the crosshair of his rifle onto the Trench the Thermal detonator appeared from and fires in that direction along the ground. First Order Stormtroopers are formidable soldiers, trained from birth to maximise efficiency. Sev himself followed the orders of his Lieutenant without hesitation or remorse for those they fired upon. Such things were beyond him now as a loyal soldier of Sieger. Lasers fly everywhere and he throws a look over right shoulder and witnesses some Engineers bring up heavy blasters. E-WEBs to be precise. "Oh Yeah! Origin and Hands-off are going to have a field day with those!"

Joan clambers up from her seated position and peers in the direction of Dish and sees another platoon of Stormtroopers arrive to support them. Things are looking up. "Sixth Platoon, this is Third Platoon." Joan pauses. "From your position you should be able to flank the enemy! Take some pressure of us while we set up some Heavy Blaster emplacements in our gunpits!" Joan pivots and boots and throws a knife-hand towards the gunpits. "Set up those E-WEB blasters for my Troopers!" Joan turns her attention back to the Stormtrooper reinforcements across the foxhole crater ridden field and looks to make sure the threat from that one mercenary is neutralised.


@[member='Joza Perl'], @[member='Audren Sykes'], @[member='BE-183'], @[member='Ludolf Vaas'], @[member='Asharad Graush'], @[member='Pierce Fortan III'], @[member='Elpsis Elaris'], @[member='Sara Lee Jones'], @[member='Nathaniel Barrett'], @[member='Tempest'], @[member='Dish'], @[member='Garett Van'].

 

[HK-36]

Character: HK-36-1
Location: Ruins of Santaissa
Objective: Begin hunting FO officers and Force-Users
Allies: [member="Six-O"] (Somewhere in proximity and maintaining communication),
Enemies: [member="Jude Falkrowe"] and the Raven Squad
Equipment: Phrik Droid Body, Anti-Force Vong Biot Suit, 2x Electro-Cestus, Spear of Rae, Electro-Flail, HK's Training Lightsaber (Sliver of Light), 2x Magnetic Revolvers (Heavy), Magnetic Repeater (Heavy), Chameleon Cloak, Sigil of Hope, D.U.S.T., Anti-Force User Grenades, Grappling Hook (Pistol Format), Photoreceptor HypnoGaze attachment, jetpack, simple wrappings for camouflage and concealment.
Forces: The Knight Of The Eclipse (Dark Harvester Prize Stealth Transport) with a collection of shattergun-miniguns, bowcasters, and blast-staves on board


Chit

The droid cursed silently in his internal processes, his initial shot landed nicely, the second one sent from his overwatch position missed as the target dropped when Jude's leg gave out.

The revolving chamber of his rifle whirred again as he prepared another shot. Of course he wasn't as far away as 1 km, that would be even too insane for the droid, especially in a blizzard, he was probably something like few blocks down range from them at most, not close enough to be spotted right away, otherwise sniping would have been completely unnecessary, but still pretty close quarters enough for the Raven squad to be able to surround the droid without worrying about crossing huge distance under fire. The distance, however, seemed larger than it was in the cutting snow and harsh blizzard, the condition greatly impacting visual range for both sides.

Using the heat sensors and visual trackers HK would be able to point out the movements of his armored opponents against the snow, for once the white Stormtrooper armor served them well for camouflage, he cursed whoever it was that summoned snow against them.

Chit

He swore again as he saw the heavy repeater emerging, plunging himself down behind cover just as rain of suppression blaster bolt fire came raining down against his building, causing the snow around him to melt quickly as the situation got quite hot for him, making the ruins shake from repeated impacts.

Fething Force, they notice every time.

The machine mused as he glanced about, taking note that the side of the ruined building was more or less blown open where he was, revealing a look into what looked to be peaceful expanse of the blizzard.

Taking his shattergun rifle he would put it up against the windowsill again, crouching underneath it, staying within cover against the suppression fire as he angled and aimed it, using the remote connection to the computerized scope to find that heavy blaster repeater once more and take aim, plotting a course for the hyper-velocity pellet. Once more dotted lines extended out across the expanse whipped by the harsh winds, forming a trajectory that intercepted the repeater and the gunner, going through him and into the wall behind him as time slowed down for HK. He saw the blaster bolts speeding towards him in slowed motion, their own course being plotted in reference to the rifle to make sure his weapon would not be accidentally hit by the enemy fire, that would be pretty bad especially since he was under it.

Finally finding that sweet spot he pulled on the trigger and the rifle jolted back, being pulled off of the window sill as it let loose its projectile and the recoil hit it.

The droid smoothly grabbed the gun as he jolted upwards, dashing out out of the blown hole in the building to propel himself towards the blizzard and out of the building in a leap of faith as he hugged his rifle and wrapped the chameleon cloak around him to make sure it masked his visage while the sound dampeners took care of the sound of his movements and landing, pressure being distributed along the snow as large Phrik claws extended out of his feet and splayed out like snow-shoes.


The goal of the shot at the heavy blaster gunner was to strike the gun, cutting through its firing mechanism to disable it and strike the trooper on the shoulder, penetrate the armor and break his shoulder or collar bone to take him out of the fight without actually killing the man. But it was just as likely that the shot missed or it hit the gun's plasma or energy pack, igniting it into a miniature plasmatic explosion.

Either way, the droid would not wait to see the results of his attack as he bolted to change location, in his run, however, as he got out of cover he would be struck by a couple of bolts from the rain of fire the Raven Squad unleashed. However, the droid had a built-in energy shield system into his body, which lighted up in blue light around him as it absorbed the energy.

Perhaps the Raven squad saw the movement in the flurry of snow as HK jumped out, perhaps the blizzard masked it, but they surely saw across the expanse that blue flicker of his energy shields as they absorbed the shots, maybe even seeing them moving. Whether they did or not they would see their confirmation that their opponent was in that building when the suppression fire was launched against him and they did land a hit.


But you know what they said about phantoms- they liked to move in and then phase-phase out of the- they enjoyed phanto-mime- they were as spicy as bantha taco- I don't know where I'm going with this, I'm sorry, just-just cut it.

 

[Darth Veles]

[SIZE=10pt]Satanissa, comm tower[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]With: [member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="Arlen Rossi"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Against: [member="Kira Vaal"], [member="Kaida Taldir"], [member="Ryan Korr"][/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]“You have my thanks.”[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] The Dark lord stated courtly once his newest rebel friend spilled all secrets about Kira Vaal that were in his possession.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]With that, Darth Veles’ cybernetic hand moved in a subtle, yet specific motion. The move triggered a hidden mechanism built inside his wrist, releasing a cloaked blade from its prison and springing its length into the disarmed rebel’s throat. Releasing the man from his services, the Sith lord let him hit the floor and choke in wet gurgles. It was then that the console beeped and relayed a message, a blinking button prompting the listeners to respond to the Jedi’s call. No motion to answer, no reply followed – his silence became an irresistible lure to draw the enemy forces in, forcing them to investigate this local mystery. His devious mind gave birth to a new plan, one designed to solve multiple problems if orchestrated properly. Respectively, Isla’s call to her ally offered a few more ideas, prompting the Sith lord to turn around, smiling at his red-haired friend. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“My dearest friend, tell your ally we need a pick-up. Mark the communication tower as a target for their forces, I want the entire structure levelled once I give the word.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The Alliance wanted the tower and he intended to hand it over. Once more, he considered killing the young Eldorai – but he still desired to know what valuable intel she carried. Fate would deal her the same as to the dead man peacefully sleeping on the floor in a fresh pool of blood, but the Sith lord did not want to be interrupted in his work. Opening his palm, he summoned the thermal detonator from the rebel’s chopped off hands, studying the device thoroughly and fiddling with its settings before turning back to Ashen Ren, chuckling gently and in suspiciously good mood.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Oh, and Isla? Upload the malware. We might as well be thorough.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Leaving the Ren to her work, the Sith lord lifted the dead rebel’s still warm body with infinite care and placed the armed detonator beneath, set to activate the moment it’s been moved. With this grim task complete, he sent a message to the droid forces waiting outside.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Attention to all HRD units, we will be moving out. Two HRD units, plant explosives in the generator room. Four HRD units, bring the prisoners minus the girl up here. Break their legs and arms and remove their eyes, ears, noses and tongues. That should give our Alliance guests a little incentive to stay for a bit.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The Force would play the role of a messenger, singing of great pain and suffering happening in the comm tower’s top suite. Once the Alliance arrived, they’d find no enemy, only plenty of bodies and several brutally mutilated insurgents. Everyone inside would be torn apart in one massive firework to follow, costing the alliance many soldiers and the structure itself while all First Order forces would be long gone. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Soon, summoned like obedient lapdogs, the restrained prisoners shyly marched out of the turbolift with four HRDs in tow. Abandoning the prisoners to their executioners, Darth Veles and his Ren allies made their way down where the young Eldorai already awaited the arrival of her ‘liberators’. By now she simply had to know they were going to kill her – and, in a way, this constant anticipation of the end was torture in itself. He could see it in her eyes when his gaze landed on her expression. His original intentions were to walk past her, let Kaalia console the young rebel for the remainder of her journey – yet strange ripples in the Force alerted the Sith lord to another presence that hit him like a crashing Star Destroyer and put a dark frown in his face.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]They were here. Too soon, too close. Sneaky bastards.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Disappointing, but Darth Veles knew how to adapt. Understanding time would not permit him to finish as he originally desired, the Sith lord lovingly placed his cybernetic arm around the girl’s shoulders in a grip far stronger than any affectionate gesture would be.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“All HRD units, the enemy is here.”[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] He announced through his comlink and slowly walked to the entrance, pushing his young hostage along, holding onto the thin thread of hope he still had some time to flee this soon to be inferno. [/SIZE]

 

[Six-O]

Location: Santaissa
Objective: Skirmish, Harass, Exterminate
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Tempest"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Kira Vaal"], [member="Ryan Korr"]
Enemies: [member="Pharazon Draken"], [member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="Arlen Rossi"], First Order
Equipment: MKIII-Heavy Bolter, Gorgon Web Rifle, Magnetic Reaper, 6 Eater Grenades, On-Board Weapons Systems
Forces: Xerrzyk the Ghastly, 14 Eldorai Guerrillas, Sanctuary of Santaissa

Snow crystals had piled ever and ever more greatly, though made of metal and gears, circuits and processors. The Droid was not immune from perceiving that sharp, bitter bite of [member="Kaida Taldir"]'s frigid wrath. Every twelve paces, he calculated, his joints would grind through the frozen grasp of ice and cold. His progress through the gale had been slowed considerably.

But the machine strode on.

Howling cackle swirled the heavy powders, his chassis buried waist deep as he peeled a path onward. His Guerrillas had taken flight after the encounter with [member="Asharad Graush"] and the subsequent demise it had seemed the Droid suffered under wilt of building. But his work was not yet over.

Ahead, the Communications Tower hung high in umbra, a glitter of ember once more exhaust from damaged shoulder, quickly burning out in the unabashed frost. Six-O looked down at one of his claw-hands, again trying to adjust and compensate for his destroyed sensor globes. He lofted arm upwards, ice crushing between bending joints, gauging where his blind spots reside. He checked left, then right, shifting grip on the heavy weapon he carried with a rattle of snapped ammunition belt.

His Sensor Dome rotated slowly, he repeated the process. Forward left, back right, the Droid settled on.

He set off silently, stalking through the snow. A layout of the surrounding map pinging his visual processors. Cover was best from the Northwest, it appeared that a number of tightly nit alleyways stretched from 2400 meters out all the way to an open courtyard just 30.6 meters from the Communications tower.

Overhead traffic and relay had already pinged the influx of First Order presence at the Tower, while the storm prevented aerial scans from relaying individual ground units. [member="Arlen Rossi"]'s Armor Compliment was not afforded the same cover.

Quite frankly, it was further proof that the First Order had little idea about waging urban warfare.

Another ping rang to [member="HK-36"], relaying his destination for approach. Machine courtesy to ensure cohesion on the battlefield. It was a luxury Organics rarely shared as they seemingly just vomited more and more bodies, hoping to drown opposition with blood. Relegating to silence, Six-O hoisted himself in to a blown out building, it's floor groaning under his weight as he began to proceed inwards.

[member="Pharazon Draken"]

"Ye wanya, koupihoziua!" The cowl yawp like the very ice that hug his metal plate and stiffened clothes.

From forward position he remain stood firm, arms stretched out to sides widely while the Rebels clung to cover in the sudden inquisition of red lances that snapped through the storm, steam creasing from crimson as the smog of winter became awash in brilliant glow.

"KILLYA E CHU TA!" yelled the Slaver again, trying to rally the fight back to the intensity it held of moments prior.

Two, then three, four. . . five were cut down from the rasp of torrid beams. Bodies torn in two, forearms shaven from elbow and bicep, knees abandoning lower leg mid stride.

"KAKO KREESPA E CHU TA!!!" Spears of the Fighting 4th Platoon narrowly missing the Klatooinian by mere inches as he rattled shots from pistol towards the floret of red that raked their position from the lower floor.

The chant began again in ardent fury, even if, momentarily shunted from the equal aggression of these more capable, feverishly disciplined Adversaries.

The heavy gun tilted up with downwards pressure on rear.

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP!!!!

It resounded thunderously as the Eldorai operating said weapon strafed the top floor from left to right, then circled back again.

A handful of Rebels raged forward, firing from hip. The shrill crackle of the mortar lost in the background noise until bone jarring pummel of concussion swept the line, flames unfurling upwards. Xerrzyk was knocked backwards several paces from the force, pebbles and fragments of bone withering his plate with dents and rattle. That entire group of Eldorai rendered to vapor, torn apart like dry pedicle.

More rushed in, these from the West. But Scorpio, resolute in duty held the entire push at bay single-handedly.

Get some!

Xerrzyk thought he heard cried in to the night as a glowing tongue lashed through the snow and ice, immersing the entire horde that wished to trespass with deathly conflagration.

 

[H3xle]

Location: Near 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"] [member="Arlen Rossi"]

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 soldiers appeared to not have been noticed, as her soldiers had gotten close enough to see the enemy, and weren't viewed in return. Silently, Taryc had her company of soldiers move to a position directly behind the enemy formation of scout soldiers in woodland camouflage. They outnumbered her force by about two to one, but the element of surprise garnered by her forces being completely passed by should give her a force multiplier.

With practiced precision and discipline, her soldiers set up in a short arc behind the woodland camouflaged scout soldiers. Every squad centered on their SAWs, giving them maximum protection and firing arc where the terrain allowed. Sans long ranged weaponry, Taryc had something else altogether planned.

"Fire!" She said over her company comm, and as one, all two hundred fifty soldiers, thirty-two of which held SAWs, opened up on the woodland camoed soldiers. As they did, Taryc focused through her connection to the force. She felt the violet fire deep within her, and drew it up to fill her fully. She then cupped each hand by her side until the spiritual fire filled them with very real violet flames. Focusing, practicing the casting of force abilities without needing verbal components, she threw the twin balls of violet fire up over the nearest sections of soldiers. As they flew through the air, they grew. First from softball size, through basketball size, and up to the size of a coffee table before they landed within the enemy soldiers.

As soon as she released the balls, she took up her blade, lighting it ablaze with a focused thought, and held it aloft as she pushed her force presence out, using her inner fire to help bolster her soldiers as her sword became a beacon to ally and enemy alike.

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Near the east side of the Citadel of Dawn
Allies: GA, TKO, [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Elliot Locke"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Canal"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="Audren Sykes"], [member="HK-36"]
Enemies: FO, [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="FN-888"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Objective: Assault
Gear: Lightsaber (orange blade), Darth Moreth's Saber, The Fading Cloak, Assassin Pistol, Omega Blade
Forces: ASPD-1 droids (x2)

Dax watched, smile on his lips, as he watched the crew of the walker abandon the monstrous construction, friendly forces providing the volume of fire required to take out a threat of that size. Down below, the man could see a various sabers clash near the wall, the distinct red blade of the Rens and Sith catching his eye above the other colors. Now was the time to push forward. Before Dax could even take a single step forward, men began to fall at his sides, [member="Asharad Graush"] somehow maneuvering forces behind them. The Knight turned on his heels, his focus once more on deflecting the incoming fire back towards the encroaching forces, hoping to disrupt their deadly efforts.

And then an explosion rocked the earth beneath their feet. A fire blazed into the sky, illuminating the First Order's shining white order in a burning orange light. It was only the briefest lull in the pitched firefight gave the Rogue his opportunity to turn and rush towards the Ren, the carpet bombing leveling the ground before him. There was plenty between him and the Knight of Ren to cause trouble. The trenches filled with hostile troopers fired at both himself, his droids, and the marines which followed him, unwilling to give up the assault.

Dropping into one of the firing pits, the Rogue cut down the entrenched soldiers, their ranged weapon not well suited for the tight combat that the Knight brought with him. Leaving the bodies of the dead troopers behind he forged further into the trench, if only to provide a foothold for the Marines that had followed him.

 

[Kiyron]

[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] @Six-0 @Elincia Elanis
[member="Arlen Rossi"]
Near Comm Tower in Santassia
Gear: All here
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Kiyron trailed behind the path of the unit, tracking it as it continually grew larger and larger until it was a massively clear sign of a several hundred. He frowned beneath his helmet and marked its route as he trailed along behind, activating the repulsor-pack to keep pace with them. Comms were getting garbled, static and broken. He spat out a curse- jamming their comms. Something got through though, from his old friend [member="Kaiden Rohn"]. He considered and sent a reply.

This is Wildcard. Good to see you back in the fight, Commander.

He left it at that as he continued his way, letting his armor change colors to match that of the woods around him. He tracked them for some time, ducking between tree and tree, staying out of normal weapon range and not using scanners. That essentially left him invisible.

But now the hunt was up. They had blasted their way through insurgents into the city and its comm tower. Kiyron considered that, strange, as woodland camo in the city was no good, but he let it slide. First Order wasn't the most competent military force in the galaxy, despite many of their claims.

He paused as they stopped and spread out to secure the city block. He drifted behind a building, climbing up the shattered side to the roof, where he lay prone and wriggled to the edge. They seemed to be securing the comm tower for some reason, apparently expecting an invasion.

Then another force opened fire from the woods outside the city and lobbed some fireballs. Had to be the Tygarans- the Alliance didn't have that kind of Force users. He scanned the troops, catching sight of one sitting on a speeder.

He settled the MX sniper against the roof-top and took aim, sliding a magazine of the projectiles into the rifle. It clicked and he deactivated the safety, settling against the scope. The computer system in his helmet synced to the rifle, adjusting for windage and range. Kiyron adjusted the rifle, calculating the rest by himself. He had been the best sniper in the Republic and still was the best sniper with the Galactic Alliance.

He squeezed the trigger. There was a click and nothing else. The magnetic fields catapulted the small pellet forward at a massive velocity that could easily punch through stormtrooper armor. He watched and then switched over to the modular rifle, currently set up as a machine gun. He clicked a magazine of explosive rounds into the chamber and set it next to him. That would be for when they noticed him.

A drone buzzed up in the sky and Kiyron shifted the MX again, tracking its course- leading for movement and squeezing the trigger. He needed to eliminate the eyes in the sky.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Santassia Comm Tower
Allies: [member="Kira Vaal"]
Enemies: [member="Isla Ashen"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

The landing shuttle swooped low and deposited Korr and a platoon of Alliance soldiers on the surface of the planet, very near the comm tower. Ryan raised a hand to shield his face as the shuttle departed, sublight engines kicking up a spray of snow. The shuttle rumbled away, leaving them behind for the moment. He strode forward, brow furrowed, and swept off a bit of snow that'd collected on his shoulder. The soldiers fanned out behind him.

Ahead lay the entrance, with a rag tag band of soldiers preparing to breach the door.

"Agent Vaal?" He called, breaking into a jog.

Dark presences lay just beyond the door. He could feel them. If the agents breached the door...

He unclipped both lightsaber and shoto from his belt. The matching hilts felt familiar in his palms, like the embrace of an old friend. How strange that every Jedi's most precious possession was a weapon. We long for peace, but are accustomed to war.

The blades flared to life, as blue as the sky above.

 

[Dish]

Objective: Fight
Allies: The GA, but in the vicinity few and far between
Enemies: The Fething Hornet's Nest of Stormtroopers I apparently kicked
Location: The Burning Trenches

Dish ducked his head as [member="FN-888"]'s group narrowly escaped death and returned fire. He'd have cursed under his breath but he muttered nothing, instead he rose up and let a quick burst off at [member="Garett Van"]'s advancing engineers, hitting one stormtrooper who's head barely popped out above the trenches and killing him instantly. Dish was outnumbered already, but that fact was on exacerbated by the small blips on either sides of the trench on the minimap on his HUD. Now he cursed.

"Feth."

Instinctively he reacted to [member="BE-183"]'s attack, drawing an impact grenade which he primed and hurled into a wall of the trench between himself and the flame troopers, the detonation flinging up mud and collapsing a part of the trench between them, stopping the flames from devouring him, but not from touching him. Before he could react to the other group two bolts caught his chest plate, leaving pockmarks in the already battered armor and causing him to stagger long enough for one of FN-888's troops to land a bolt on his shoulderplate. Even with the incredibly durable armor and all the augmentations, blaster bolts still hurt, even if they didn't burn they stung, and the heavier E-Webs would crack the plating and kill him in a few hits. Jerking himself back down under the cover off the wall he hurled another impact grenade but this time towards BE-183's riflemen, as he pressed himself against the wall to avoid incoming fire, though one last well aimed shot hit right in one of the gaps, searing and scorching the skin beneath the undersuit, a fiery pain pulsating in his stomach.

When the explosive made contact with the floor of the trench it spat mud and smoke into the air, enough to obscure the view of the troopers momentarily as well as force them into cover unless one of the group forgot their training. In that moment, 183's forces moved to flank him from the rear, they would suddenly come under fire as surviving GA troops along with his own surviving rebels, all special forces veterans, picked themselves up from the mud or crawled from whatever cover they'd taken and opened fire on the troops.

As the dust settled, BE-183 and those with her would see something out of a nightmare, as the body of the trooper who's skull he'd crushed against the rock's corpse sailed through the air, it would land at the mouth of the trench where BE had taken up position, mere meters behind it was Dish, flame dancing across his armor, the skull carved into his helmet glaring wickedly as he closed the remaining feet between himself and the troopers. Without pause he lunged with his vibrokinfe, enough force behind it to go through the trooper he struck at' chestplate if it landed. Behind the visor, the rebel simply glared. "I'm ready." He snarled, in the other trenches, surviving rebels and Alliance soldiers defiantly pulled themselves up, surrounded by their dead, and fired upon the advancing troops.

"How about you?"

 

[Roth Tillian]

[member="Arix Askrima"]
[member="Aermoira Cyone"]
Flying- Knight fighter
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Roth nodded as the squadron rapidly approached the cruiser. Communications were garbled and out, so he ignored his comms. Nothing was coming through but static. The cruiser grew larger in his cockpit as the engines grew closer and he prepped the targeting computer, aiming right where the engines and hull fully met.

Knight Ten, prepping for attack run.

The message came through loud and clear in his mind and he grinned. The kid was new, but he was good. Steady and reliable. Then his computer fritzed out- nothing was reading. He frowned and yanked the joystick as a burst of laser fire streamed past.

Knight Lead, I've lost onboard targeting, We need to get close enough to eyeball it, bombers are gonna need you to stay with us a little longer.

So it wasn't just him in that case. They'd been spotted and counter-measures deployed. Roth leaned over and flicked off the targeting computer now that it was also useless. This was almost like the legendary days of early flight when pilots flew through atmospheres without sophisticated technological assistance. No comms, no sensors, no targeting computers.

Confirmed, he broadcast back, Interceptors sticking to your six and clearing it out.

But then he caught sight of the missiles moving from... he did a quick count as he wheeled around out of the attack run. A flight of TIEs appeared ahead of him, targeting the bombers. There was so much all at one time- just like Castameer. Tension coiled up through his torso.

He stopped and took a deep breath, letting the tension sink away. Trust in the Force, always. He opened his mind and let the Force surge through him, filling his mind and body and expanding his consciousness to encompass his fighter. Now he and the machine were like one- maneuvering was as instinctive and simple as walking. He could feel the presence of the pilots- and the one whose interceptor just exploded from one of the missiles. It was a gap, a hole, and he felt the pain, but there was more. He could sense the approaching TIE pilot screen and the frigates moving to park above them, as well as the distant Bolt flight moving to attack them.

Even the missiles, he could feel- could see where they were going to be. It was an intricate clockwork dance, predictable and understandable, but as elegant as a ballroom dance he used to woo women he'd never met before.

So he danced.

He pushed the fighter to maximum speed as another Knight exploded in a ball of flame. Roth's fingers sqeezed on the trigger as he arced in behind the first flight of TIEs, cutting one's wing away with laser fire and then pulling sharply up to dodge a missile that collided with the debris. He rolled the fighter as more lasers arced in, but his fighter shuddered as it a few pounded against the shield.

His droid whistled madly at him, but it went past him. The ship would survive and so would he. Knight Seven raced in front of him, pursued by several missiles. Roth moved again, pulling up on the nose to change the angle and opened fire, missing the first few volleys, but catching the missiles in their fire, vaporizing them. He wasn't sure how many more there were, but they were following him like a dog after a bone.

But that was something he could use. He spiraled upwards in a tight corkscrew, knocking two more missiles into each other. The rest remained as he aimed straight for one of the recently arrived frigates. He had no idea what type of missiles they were, but they were explosive, which was what mattered. Point defense fire rained towards him, but his hands darted through the controls, shaking at the occasional hit. Alarms began to beep.

"M1, fix it." His voice was serene and calm as the frigate's aft grew closer. He darted under the vessel, skimming below its hull and then pulled up at the far side, putting the engines between him and the missiles.

Alarms still blared and he noticed speed was dropping. It was time for a new fighter, as soon as he could reach the fleet again. He pushed the craft down again, spiraling back through the combat zone, switching to his ion cannons and tossing a few salvos down towards the Stellaris. Then he yanked up, cutting the throttle so the nose pitched upwards with the momentum. He pushed it all the way forward again- sending the fighter hurtling out of the zone.

This is Knight Lead, all pilots withdraw from First Order fleet. Regroup.

M1 chittered through the ship's intercom, and Roth listened, nodding. His fighter was still good to go for a bit. Stabilizers were damaged and inertial compensators compromised though.

 

[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"] | [member=Dish]
Enemies: First Order, [member=FN-888], [member="Brent Smith"]

What Audren was doing was less acrobatics and more pure speed. There were acrobatics involved, but that wasn't his normal methodology. Simply put, they tended to use up too much energy for too little gain. Then again, he wasn't normally facing so many at a given time. Yet as he was coming in for a landing, he felt the little shiver that indicated someone's targeting reticle was dipping over him. So the instant he landed, he put it in reverse: he rolled backwards, then to the side. None of the rounds hit him directly as a result of the movement, but two of them pushed him further than he'd intended to go thanks to the explosive force, not to mention the shockwaves of those explosions themselves. One of the rounds malfunctioned and exploded mid-flight. That one sent shrapnel flying in a wider cone than otherwise would have, which thus resulted in the new dents, the pings against his armor and the sudden sting down the side of his left cheekbone.

The minds around him were suddenly grim and accepting, just as the first of the explosions hit. Big explosions, ones that dwarfed the rounds that had been shot at him. The force of those detonations sent the Sephi more or less flying back...into the trench behind him. And it sent debris flying at the same time. A heavy rock hit him square in the chest and a sharp piece of scrap speared through his left bicep, a through and through. This was just before he hit the opposite side of the trench squarely with his back and head, knocking him cold. Dirt and more debris followed him into the trench, covering him as he lay on the base of it. All throughout his armor, the kinetic gel was stiffening up, it's potential used up. In multiple places, the gel was leaking out of its containing cells, the armorweave having been ripped apart by the flying debris.

The Sephi lay unconscious for about thirty seconds, a gratifyingly short period of time. The only reason he remained alive that long was the dirt and debris that covered him. He wasn't buried per se, but it was a near thing, with barely enough oxygen getting through the pieces of debris for him to regain consciousness. He'd no doubt have some serious black eyes and bruises on his face after this. Even once he did and managed to get his bearings, he stayed beneath the pile for a moment. The bombing, for that is what it had been, had clearly affected the surrounding geography in more ways than was visible. Stress lines radiated throughout the area now, faults that hadn't been present before now just waiting for their time. And in the same section of trench, a half-dozen of the stormtroopers. Miraculously alive, their armor having taken the brunt of any of the debris headed their way. And there were more of them coming, dozens or hundreds of them heading towards this engagement zone.

The soldiers that had accompanied him were dead. The two who had survived the initial E-Web assault had perished in the bombing. Unfortunate, but part of war. Their families - or those they'd designated as beneficiaries would be cared for as stated in their contracts. Their service was not taken lightly by any means.

An exertion through the Force brought the Jedi to a standing position, and his lightsaber ignited as he rose. At a distance, the stormtroopers were the better-suited for combat. Close in like this though, his lightsaber and his speed would be the deciding factors. The orange blade whirled to life, arcing and slashing and killing. There was a reason the Jedi used blades primarily - he felt each death clearly. He did not revel in any of them, but accepted them and moved on to the next.

Once the section was cleared of all but body parts and plastoid, he crouched. No doubt the curve of the trench here had blocked most of the sights, and he'd not heard any sounds from the soldiers as they fell, but he suspected they had a comm channel with the rest of the squad. Which meant he didn't have long, though the sense of another Force user on the other side of the trenches ([member="Dax Fyre"]) meant there might be more of a distraction. So he pulled on the power of the Force and sent his will into the ground, the areas damaged by the bombing. Detonations from grenades and mines ([member="Joza Perl"]) would only assist his work here...his power washed through the stress fractures. Only certain ones were affected, he didn't want to bring down the entire side of the mountain. While the Sephi may not have the raw power or skill of [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], he was still a Jedi Master and his power was not inconsiderable...and this was not a difficult task With the flexing of his will, rocks separated. The hundreds of stormtroopers that had started appearing to fight the Allied forces? They took the brunt of the assault. Even if the rocks didn't kill them outright, it would knock them down and unconscious, bury them, damage them and their equipment. It would give the Alliance and Firemane forces another step forward by taking out a large part of concentrated resistance on this side of the mountain.

 

[Kyrana Gould]

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

The threat appearing behind Commodore Vilin blared out for Gould. She reviewed the situation quickly.
“Ma’am, the Commodore is requesting aid, a heavy cruiser.”
“Order the Sarix to divert,” she ordered. The Gladius class was extremely good close in at plunging a blade into the enemy, but had no long range weapons. Thus, at the moment, she could easily spare it. “Captain Robeau, you are temporarily under Commodore Vilin’s command now. Obey his orders.”
Always aid your allies, or when push came to shove they might not aid you.

“Ma’am, enemy is firing!”
“Activate molecular shields and prepare to fire the Nova cannon again!” The Nova Cannon would take time to charge, but by the next volley it would be ready.
The streaks of energy from the enemy ships began to impact. The shields held, and the power going into the Colossus suddenly gave the ship a boost to the engines.
“Evasive manoeuvres!” she called. And, just like the Darr Itah opposite, the massive ship rocked and heeled to avoid at least some of the fire coming its way.
Still, it could not stop everything.
“Shields down to 65%, ma’am! Minor hits on the bow from hypervelocity slugs. The shields slowed them enough, but seven batteries total lost.”

It was time for payback. “Return fire, focus on the Darr Itah with our batteries. Fire Vortex Cannons on it. Order the Jaegar to target the Darr Itah with its Apocalypse Round. Target the location of the most firing to achieve maximum penetration.”
This special ammunition was a micro version of the Galaxy Gun, with a giant thermal detonator equivalent protected by shields and heavy armour. If it hit it could rend armour apart devastatingly.

“Begin a measured backward progress. All ships prepare to launch fighters if the enemy makes a move. Captain Arius, execute the anchor manoeuvre.”
The fleet began to move backwards slowly. The Firemane fleet was a corporate one. It lacked the huge capital ships of a traditional warfleet because a company rarely used them. Indeed, aside from the Phoenix they currently had no Destroyers on hand.
So this method kept them at long range where their best assets were, and also was enticing for the First Order to pursue.

Captain Arius of the Phoenix however had special orders. His ship began to do something very odd. Its prow rose up and it started to descend below the Y planet, using jets to descend below the Barsen’Thor, along with several escort ships.

This gave it a whole new view on the battle. Now, the Darr Itah was above them, and not only would find it harder to target them with its top weapons, but its underbelly was exposed to the Phoenix firing up into it. This would give its shields a whole new large area to cover, and allow them to hit both top and bottom of the Battlecruiser.
Best of all, firing head on at the wedge shaped Destroyer had a limited margin of error, but firing up at it gave one a large triangle to aim at. If the First Order fleet dispatched ships to engage the Phoenix and distract it, this was good, but if not it could continue to keep its distance and hit the Contempt from below.

Summary:

• Gladius class ship transferred to [member="Vilin"]’s command for now.
• Nova Cannon recharging.
• Molecular shields absorbed damage from incoming fire, and the increased agility allowed it to dodge some of it. HVCs hit, though slowed by the shields, and did some hull damage.
• Fired Apocalypse Vortex round from Jaeger. All batteries on Jaeger and Barsen’Thor fired at Contempt.
• Phoenix dropped down below the Y plane and fired up at Contempt from below.
• All ships moved backwards to keep at just inside ‘long range’.

Spoiler

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

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Post: XIV
Objective: Defend the Citadel
Location: Colliding Frontlines at the Citadel. Engaging [member="Djacen Koyne"]
Force: 45 Stormtroopers.

"Lads, we have incoming armour!" One of the scouts called, taking cover behind some rubble. Rexus' platoon had paused at some of the forward-most defences. There sat a trench at the rear. In the front sat some rubble as well as craters caused by the bombing run from earlier. The troopers were spread out behind the cover, those with heavier repeaters sat behind, ready to destroy the enemy, while more shock oriented troops sat at the front. The other stormtroopers all looked at each other, almost unsure. Then the first line of blaster bolts began to hit their position. They wouldn't be able to make it to the sabrecat's ruin, but they'd sure as hell slow down this advance. Rexus looked to his men.

"Detonators out and over!" He called, "We'll show these invaders what First Order fire tastes like!" Rexus snarled. The stormtroopers who had them, about ten in all threw their baridium explosives from their cover. Rexus and some of the braver troopers looked out of cover, and began to mow down their opposition. Using a sonic rifle he aimed at a vehicle where a squad of hostile infantry were firming up their positions. Satisfied that they'd be crushed, Rexus let out two shots and watched as the sonic waves quickly rippled towards them.

The stormtroopers in the trench began to open suppressive fire, they had the better cover, and were able to begin picking off the GADF forces too stupid to have taken cover, or who were caught unawares by the different angles. Rexus peaked out again, and began shooting, "Come on gents, let's give these mongrels the fight they've been itching for!"

 

[Aeda Shaytari]

Enemies: [member="Pharazon Draken"] [member="Arlen Rossi"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Isla Ashen"]
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Kaida Taldir"] [member="Six-O"] [member="Kira Vaal"]
Commanding: Valora’s Chosen (In Yazgids) + Honour Guard of 10 Angelii of similar equipment and experience.

Several Days Previously:

“Lady, I consider this unwise.”
The helmet clicked into place and sealed. Only then did Aeda Shaytari emerge from behind the screen. “Noted,” the Grand Seraph said blandly.
“You are the leader of all the Angelii, the commander of all the Eldorai forces! Leading a single Great Company is extremely unwise! Your role is above this.” High Captain Varial was known for her outspoken ways. She was not disappointing.
Aeda gave her subordinate a small glance. The helmet masked her expression as always, but even through the voice synthesiser her view was clear.
“We are returning to Kaeshana to wrest it from the leeches who have taken control of it. I will be there for that.”
“Lady, should not the Queen…” Varial began.
“The Queen knows and approves of my choice, so that is all you need to know. Send a message to Seraph Taldir. I will be joining her soon.”

Now

She had gone first to the Citadel of Dusk, depositing further troops and supplies there. The fleets over the planet were large, but they could not cover the whole planet, and so they had slipped in to friendly territory when the fighting had begun.

From there she had headed with her honour guard towards Santaissa. This would be the real battle. For so many years Aeda had been confined to behind the lines, administering rather than leading. Now she was here, her cortosis armour, orange bladed lightsabre and Cylix bolt pistol ready.

As she came in to land she noticed a blizzard had risen. Whilst Kaeshana was known for its wild weather she had a very good idea who was behind this.
“Seraph Taldir, I am approaching your position from the north. State your position and I will come to you.”
She knew the Seraph would be both happy and annoyed by her appearance. On the one hand the Grand Seraph was no slouch of a fighter…but on the other she automatically outranked her. For the somewhat touchy ice queen it might cause issues.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

Enemies: [member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Arlen Rossi"], [member="Darth Veles"]
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Aeda Shaytari"], [member="Six-O"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [member="Kiyron"], [member="Elincia Alanis"]
Location: Santaissa, near Comms Tower


The entire city seemed to be covered in white. The strong blizzard blew across the ruins. Its howl was like the wail of an angry goddess. It slowed down movement and significantly reduced visibility, but the Angelii moved on. Having known from the start that they'd walk into winterland, their armour had been coloured to blend in with their environment.


In this environment, aerial scans would yield very little. The Yazgid's formidable sensor package was experiencing difficulties due to the freak weather, so she'd abandoned the vehicle and advanced on foot with some of her Angelii.


Snow crystals spread across her armour, snowflakes fell from the heavens, but the sharp, bitter bite of the cold did not hurt her. In this environment, she thrived and could move almost silently and with grace. By contrast, a binary furnace such as Mustafar or, heaven forbid, Gehenna would've been torture for her.


Visibility was an issue, but significant First Order forces had been arrayed. Those Kaida could not perceive with her naked eye she felt through the Force. Or heard through her sensitive elf ears, for they served a practical purpose beyond the object of certain odd fetishes. The scout troopers' armour might protect them from the hazardous effects of the cold, but woodland camo made them stick out like a sore thumb. She believed she heard the rumble of tanks upon the road, along with movements that were unmistakeably those of droids. The Eldorai warriors had brought heavy weapons to crack open armour.


The Angelii came from the northwest. Here, cover was best. There were plenty of ruins from destroyed buildings and, moreover, the cryomancers and terramancers among them could mould the snow and earth to erect fortifications. Communication proceeded largely through hand signals and the Force.


It also appeared that the Eldorai Grandmistress was on the spot. This filled Kaida with mixed feelings. Both she and Aeda were stoic, domineering personalities. "Approaching comms tower," she spoke quietly, in a somewhat terse tone.


There was static. Comms were getting garbled, static and broken. She signalled Eileithya, their battle priestess, to simply relay the message by projecting it into Aeda's mind via telepathy. That was something the Seraph had no talent for her, but the Priestess could make herself useful beyond preaching and, well, admittedly patching up the soldiers' wounds.


It boiled down to reporting significant enemy forces and requesting support for an assault. The Kar'zun would be told to move up. In this moment, as they took up defensive positions in the ruins, the Angelii heard the roar of gun and blasterfire coming from further away. Allied forces were engaging the enemy.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Inside comms tower
Allies: [member='Darth Veles'], [member='Isla Ashen'], [member='Arlen Rossi']
Enemies: [member='Kira Vaal'], [member='Ryan Korr'], [member='Kaida Taldir'], [member='Six-O'], [member='Aeda Shaytari'], [member='Taryc Ap'irae']

The plan was set. The tower was rigged with explosives, and Isla handed over the datapad with the malware provided by Arlen Rossi. Kaalia uploaded the malware to the computer, handed the datapad back, and made her way back down to the ground floor.

Veles felt the enemy arriving. Wasting no time, Kaalia made sure everything was in place, and sent an encrypted message to agent Rossi. "This is Kaalia Voldaren, I'm here with Darth Veles and Isla Ashen inside the comms tower. The enemy's closing in fast, what's the ETA on our pickup?" She turned to Lynn, relieving Veles of being with her. Her normally friendly tone towards the girl was replaced with concern. "Listen, there are people coming to try to take us down. We are getting picked up soon, and I'll get you to safety. You can do this." Kaalia gave her a quick hug, as the squad of Ren and HRD droids got ready for combat. They would have to fight their way out of this.

 

[Elincia Alanis]

Location: Santaissa, near Comms Tower
Allies: [member="Kaida Taldir"] [member="Aeda Shaytari"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Six-O"] [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Kiyron"]

Oh hey, finally some action! A big smile was formed on her lips as she saw the ice lady create a blizzard over the city. Now, Elincia was the one that always liked the nature powers at play. However, she was starting to get suspicious if they were in the wrong planet or something since clearly they haven't met any enemy faces yet, and she was craving to throw a spear at someone's face. What a coincidence that they wore white, who would imagine a cryomancer to create a blizzard, right? Anyway, after she returned the look to the Eldorai who seemed to have the same rebellious attitude like the young Angelii, she sighed. "Are we sure that there are enemies in this planet? I mean, we should've met one like, years ago. Setting defences is fine too, but... you know." She said. Well, walking on the mountains was a fine experience, but it was getting boring for the adventure seeking soul of hers. And about the cold, she wasn't that disturbed from it as they moved to the vehicles to move again. Cold never bothered her anyway, since it was her natural habitat. Oh wait, was that a "Freezing!" reference she watched some time ago?

Her thoughts were cut when she heard a voice mixed with static. "W... Wait, was that the Grand Seraph?" Elincia fangirl moments ensued since it was her voice. However, the talk was cut short by the two coldly answering each other. When the ice lady wanted the priestess to send a message to her, she added. "Tell her I said I love her too. Or don't. It would be cringy." It would probably be cringy because they were in a battlefield and all. Not so later, they started to hear some voices of a clash coming closer to their location. Finally, enemies! The Angelii took a defensive position and started to wait for the Grand Seraph's arrival in the ruins, meanwhile the blizzard raged on.

 

[Naamah Aesham]

Location: Dusk
Angelii, Jedi Service Corps, [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] and [member="Anya Venari"]


Anya Venari, Her Majesty Star Queen Tirathana VII. of the Eldorai, Viceroy of the Great Goddess Ashira etc. was not here. However, the Queen had dispatched her trusted ambassador Selene Tarai to guide refugees to the Citadel of Dusk, establishing a safe zone in the far west of Kaeshana.


Selene was eminently suited for this, not the least because she was not a power-hungry, xenophobic schemer like say Tarissa. Anyhow, when Master Qel-Droma arrived, one of the Eldorai soldiers would guide him into the interior of the base.


Great progress had been made since the Angelii had landed. The city sized Aspsis shield was in place, supported by a formidable array of laser turrets, flak and heavy weapons emplacements. The Citadel of Dusk was now surrounded by what amounted to a refugee camp, with the Eldorai Matriarchy, Alliance and Firemane providing shelter and support.


Seraph Yinwarin was overseeing certain aspects of construction in the command room when the Jedi had arrived. When Qel-Droma stepped in, the Angelii officer would salute him in the Angelii style, right hand above her heart.


"Yedai Qel-Droma, welcome to Dusk. Countess Tarai will be with you soon. We've set up the Aspis shield and our engineers are installing the Darksy your allies brought. A Tempest cannon just arrived," The Eldorai spoke Basic with a slight accent. This one has decided that it sounds Eastern European. Maybe Russian.


"Our forces are working towards establishing safe areas on the planet's western quadrant," she pointed towards a holographic map. This was actually the area less affected by the asteroid. Living conditions were still appalling, but nonetheless.