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

Location: Atmosphere | Red engaged | Gold engaged | Rogues Engaged
Objective: So much pew in dogfighting and ground

Allies: Roth Tillian @Choli Vyn Kurt Meyer Laira Vereen Asmus Janes Arix Askrima

Engaging Enemies: [member="Sara Lee Jones"] and Bolt flight - Bolt 2
Red Squadron X-Wings directly engaging ground troops at [member="Ludolf Vaas"]


Flying: TR-20 X-Wing
Music: Edge of Seventeen

Bolt Three and Bolt Two were on Red Seven and Eight.

[ Got a couple of Squints coming in our direction, Red Eight.] Pava of Red Squadron called out to his wingman.

[ We got you covered Red Squadron ] a call in from Rogue to the pair came in. It was Rogue Four and Rogue Five.

[ Rodger that, Rogue Squadron -- May the Force be with you. ]

The pair went on evasive maneuvers and dropped off ground attacks. That was when Rogue Four and Rogue Five took to replacing the Red Squadron's positions, sweeping in to take on the Bolt Flight while Red Squadron came back around in an attempt to retake their positions.

Meanwhile, a volley of fire caught Choli unaware. Fire flared in a wave over her deflector shields, prompting a whine and shriek from her Astromech.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Choli cried out, tapping quickly to check for shield status. While the shield was capable of generating both ray and particle shields and could take greater amounts of punishment, it didn't meant Choli was safe.

R4 wailed that the pilot was not paying attention.

"I'm doing all I can here Arr-Four" shit. Okay. The TIE interceptor was right at her tail. Shields down to 82 percent. Damnit.

Time for another trick. Dangerous, but with the maneuverability the TR-20 had, she could do it. Retro thrusters dropped the starfighter and then rapidly accelerated the ship in reverse for a short duration, prompting the TIE interceptor to potentially overshoot Choli with how fast it was going. Couldn't drop on a dime then.

If successful, Choli was ready and willing to aim in and send and lock on a Brilliant missile right up that TIE fighter's proverbial exhaust port for a wake up call.
 

Nima Tann

Master of Her Own Destiny
Location: Citadel of Dawn
Allies: [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Tempest"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Joza Perl"]... GA&TA forces in Citadel of Dawn
Enemies: First Order members in Citadel of Dawn [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Ludolf Vaas"] [member="FN-888"]

The destruction continued to ensue, never stopping. Once they killed one, 3 more appeared. So, maybe killing them wasn't the right answer for this, or an immediate solution. She looked around. Another huge walker has appeared from the distance, and yet another was far from their range however could be seen, right after they managed to kill one of the big walkers. And now, the one person that attacked Sio was on the move retreating with most of his army, and they have heard that he took control of one of their tanks... It was almost overwhelming to bear the whole powerplay going on here. Nima closed her eyes, trying to think and concentrate. Everywhere was filled with voices of lasers just miliseconds away from hitting and killing them. Breathe... She heard Sio's voice and opened her eyes, now having an idea of what to do. "I am going to do something." She said to Sio. "As soon as you see them act strange, hit them with all you got."

Then she ran towards a fallen vehicle for cover and immediately concentrated, even though how difficult to concentrate between all these voices. Concentrated on this whole battlefield, and their enemy, and then her mind went for the others, a link to manipulate, a link to take control. It was difficult when there were so many faces, so many minds to influence. However, if it meant they would have some kind of advantage, that would be necessary. As she traversed through many minds, she has found a familiar one. A burning flame, a mind with a shield unlike the others she has found. She recognized her. She telephatically sent a message to her. "Elpsis. I am going to attack their minds. All of them. I can't do it alone. Help me." Then, after sending her the message, she returned to what she was doing. Breathe.... Breathe.... Breathe.... She searched for a link, a similar emotion to get control over... The battle... The adrenaline.... The rage... These were the first things came into her mind. And those emotions, when manipulated, would be a powerful ally.

Then she pushed. Pushed and pushed. She sent mental blasts over and over, the ones that don't have a powerful shield would feel like they were about to puke or have a huge headache. Then she continued. It was the time to use her Dark Side to full potential. Mental blasts have been replaced by spears continuously stabbing their brain. One more, one more and one more. She wasn't going to leave any of them out of her effect. No matter how they were strong in the machine side, they weren't trained in the Force. "You are all going to die." She sent a message. "There is no escape." Whatever she sent, was going to be distorted in their minds. A voice of fear, a voice of destruction that would inflict pain over those she affected. She didn't like what she was doing, but it was necessary. "No more chances." A huge scream, the deaths of many. They would hear them all, going louder and louder.

Breathe... Breathe... "Face the consequences." And then, the Master mentalist pushed once more, her voice, her distorted demonic voice has turned into horrible illusions about to attack their victims. Some people would see horrible things from their past, more distorted version. Some people would see their allies burning, screaming, trying to get out of their vehicles. Some people would see they were about to die, as distant danger would become closer to them. Their fears, their most secure memories, all would be revealed, all would be manipulated. Distort their reality, distort everything that they held true. Nima pushed herself further, to get her control stronger. Her head was about to explode, however she held on. She was going to hold on.

OOC IMPORTANT NOTE: Nima mentally attacks every First Order member in the area of Citadel of Dawn. FO people that are affected by her mental attacks will see horrible illusions, mentally feel a lot of pain and get distracted by the dangers that don't exist.
 
“BREACH!”
There was a series of flashes, sparks flew and a loud hiss erupted the door to the Communication tower as Kira and her Rebel Commandos stormed into the carnage within.
Blaster fire erupted, or it should have. Instead there were no shots fired. A single form stood before them with the girl they had encountered in the city wilds, his presence causing the entire team to breath heavily creating a stream of mist from each of their mouths.
“Step away.” Kira said with her blaster still raised towards the girl and the mysterious stranger. Her eyes taking in more then the others, the broken bodies the stench of death. Either this obstacle wasn’t alone or they had just come across something more then they had anticipated. “Step away and keep your hands where we can see them.”

One of the rebels to her left, the communicator from earlier took a slight step to the side, his rifle raised still. At her right another circled as well, clearly trying to circle the Mon Calamari stood at the centre of the room.
“Let her go.” The command was sent to try and get the young woman free. “She has nothing to do with this.”

————— At the same moment, near the wreckage of the Wraith —————

When the ship had gone down it had done so mostly intact, the superior structure of the First Order’s Star Destroyers allowing it to hit the deck and withstand the majority of the internal damage other then collapsing corridors and the destruction of the support skeleton.
However what had happened was the massive reactor that fuelled the ship had been exposed to an external element after the thick protective shields failed.

So far it hadn’t caused anything more then a leak of radioactive gasses to be pulsated around the crashsite, nothing any of the salvage teams would have issues with thanks to professional training. However as the ground shook around them, something became apparently clear. The reactor was not done with. The super-structure shook as another explosion would roll through the external elements of the reactor, an explosion that while not lethal to those around it would sent shockwaves throughout the entire city and more specifically the Communication Tower in the distance.

————— Back at the Communication Tower —————

“She has nothing to do with this.” Kira heard the rumble before she felt it, the ground around them rolling and rocking enough to throw dust from the walls and roof as somewhere in the distance something caused a massive shockwave through the area. The rebels lost their footing, the female hostage screamed and Kira lost sight on [member="Darth Veles"] as the lights failed to throw them all into darkness…
Outnumbered, outgunned and trapped Veles would suddenly find himself with the perfect opening as the entire Rebellion team were thrown into disarray.

[member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Isla Ashen"] | [member="Arlen Rossi"] | @Those at the Wraith Crash Site.(Take it as you will, tried to make it as un-obstructive for your personal stories.)
 
Location: Citadel of Dawn
Allies: [member="Nima Tann"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Tempest"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Dax Fyre"], [member="Audren Sykes"], [member="Elliot Locke"]
Enemies: [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="FN-888"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Aizen"], FO Order people at the Citadel in general.


Across what was left of the Citadel of Dawn, armies clashed. The scent of death was in the air. Screams and explosions echoed across the mountains. All were pulled into the embrace of Death as her Scythe reaped a bloody harvest. The dance of desolation seemed to continue without pause.


Ruby blaster bolts shot towards where Elpsis and Tempest had sought cover. Here Firemane soldiers were cut down, there stormtroopers, but the allies' charge continued. Elpsis kept her head down, relying on her dark skinned girlfriend to cover her while she was deep in her meditation. Audren and Dax went on the offensive, cutting a bloody swathe through the ranks of their enemies, their lightsabres blazing like swords of light.


All the deaths made her wince. She was finding it more and more difficult to blot out the slaughter. That feeling of red-hot needles piercing her brain was returning. Her meditation was broken, withdrawing the brief support she'd offered to her allies. Beads of sweat dripped down her face and back. By now she was sweating profusely. The feeling made her angry. Her aura glowed as bright as a supernova.


Then there was a jolt inside her skull when she heard Nima's voice. "Tempest, I'm gonna help Nima. Give me cover!" The young Firemistress spoke through gritted teeth. She stretched out with her mind and found the link the Twi'lek offered, joining it. Like the fingers of one hand sliding into the other. So much power, rage, fear and anger...Time to reap what you sow.


She could use this. This she realised when her mind erupted, unleashing a massive mental blast to join the one the Twi'lek had sent forth. Her onslaught would hit home a few moments after Nima's. The soldiers of the First Order were not soulless automatons. Many had been trained to be loyal to the cause and believed in their nation. But this meant they were people with loved ones, fears and aspirations.


The empath had been aware of her mental gifts for a long time, but suppressed them. Her empathy had been a curse to her. Now, at this crucial moment, the gates had been broken and there was nothing holding the flood back as she hurled salvoes from the depths of her consciousness. Her mental spears were cruel and merciless, carving through someone's brain before exploding into shards upon shards, each of them burning red-hot and meant to cause intense agony, terror and confusion. How would they react when their deepest fears manifested in horrifying, demonic visions? When they saw their allies being slaughtered all around them, heard blood-curdling, demonic screams at every corner?


Elpsis had seen and experienced a lot of evil in this world and in the Netherworld, and now she threw it all at her opponents, at every First Order soldier she could affect with the power of her mind. They were ghastly visions of doom meant to cut through their sanity like a hot knife through butter. Distort their reality, distort everything they held true, let chaos reign. Blood dripped down her nose, her head hurt like hell, feeling as if it were about to explode, and her hands had balled into tight fists, but she pushed on with bloody-minded determination.


TLDR: Supporting Nima's illusion onslaught!
 
[member="Choli Vyn"]
Bolt 3 and 2 continued harassment, there blasters furing, they had no real target besides disrupting the ground attack, bith dodging and getting lucky

Bolt 4 however started firing upon cholis wingman, coming from the top meant the shots had a greater chance of impacting the target with much deadlier firce

However Sara wasn't expecting the trick, she watched her go back as a warning came on, she hit the chafes again feeling the explosion rock and shrapnel her ship, she slowed so she was right beside the enemy

y[static]ot me g [static] od there...no more
She said as she she angled up, she got some air then angled diwn releasing fury, her fighter wouldn't last much longer her before either she landed or crashed

And by the Supreme leader...she was making sure the other had to do the same
 
LOCATION: Forward Operation Base Aurek, 12 KM from Citadel Dawn, Kaeshana
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance, Tygaran Alliance
ENEMIES: First Order

OOC
Sammie here will be taking over the FOB NPCing so I'm not writing a thousand actions with Djacen and can focus him on his Renegade group and the forces facing him. The forces listed here are going to be removed from Djacen's next post, they are NOT in addition to what he has.


Forces:
4 Companies of Combat Infantry (1,000 Soldiers)
Armor
Rifle
Sidearm
SAW (Squad Assault Weapon, 2 per squad=8 per platoon=32 per company)
4 Companies of Combat Engineers (1,000 Soldier Engineers)
Armor
Rifle
Sidearm
SAW (Squad Assault Weapon, 2 per squad=8 per platoon=32 per company)
144 Medical Personnel
Armor
Sidearm
12 M47 Illria Medical Dropships
42 M32 Agrevant Dropships
44 M47 Illria Dropships (Standard Configuration)
40 M59 Raven Dropships
15 Hydra Anti-Air Tanks
30 Typhoon (HE) Artillery Tanks
10 Manticore Heavy Support Tanks
10 Bhesj Main Battle Tanks

"Koyne has engaged the Citadel defenders, and is tracking the aerial force inbound for his location, sir." Sammie reported to General Haish as he watched the scan screen in front of him. He glanced at the screen next to it, reading data reporting on the situation up near Santaissa. "Still getting a lot of interference at Santaissa from the weather. Indeterminate number of troops encamped near a comm tower outside the city. We have some forces engaging, but limited communication with them."

"Good, keep an eye on Koyne's position, if we need to divert more forces to keep his push going, I want to know before he needs it. Let me know as soon as we have detailed information on the situation in Santaissa, Corporal." General Haish replied, then moved over to a small, portable holographic table that had been set up in the command tent. Large portions of it showed the gray of 'fog of war' where Santaissa and the surrounding area was concerned. The focus, however, was on Citadel Dawn, which was a death swirl of red and green icons. Lighter shades for fighters swarming overhead, darker shades for troops and vehicles on the ground.

Sam, meanwhile, continued to refine data. A hum in the background assured the Aspis was up, blinking in sequence with the Artillery that was ripple firing on a Sabercat near Citadel Dawn. (Restating attack, not generating a new one). An idle thought made Sam smile. He was Omega Pyre, technically a mercenary, though because the Alliance was built on the foundations of the Omega Protectorate, Omega Pyre forces were woven seamlessly into the GADF, as evidenced in the fact that General Haish and Djacen Koyne were both regular GADF officers, and held overall command over their forces that held a mixture of GADF, Omega Pyre, and even some Firemane soldiers and Engineers.

Firemane was here to support mainly because they desired to help protect the homeworld of the Eldorai, though Sam didn't even presume to himself to know the connection. He'd been caught staring at a few of the Firemane leaders during the planning meetings, his face still started burning with blush when he thought about it.

'Even in armor they...' Sam started thinking to himself, then shook himself. Thoughts of the independant operator [member="taryc ap'irae"] and the Firemane leader [member="siobhan kerrigan"] wouldn't help him do his job. Rubbing his eyes, Sammie went back to analyzing what he was seeing from the visual and text data being sifted to his monitors.
 
Post #: 8

Location: Santaissa Ruins.

Objective: Even More Death or Even More Glory.

Allies: First Order and Friends, none directly involved.

Enemies: [member="Six-O"], Galactic Alliance and Friends, none other than Six-O directly involved.

Forces: 22 Stormtroopers (23 incl Pharazon).

Equipment: Standard Stormtrooper Equipment.
  • Specific links for standard Stormtrooper support equipment
    X2 FWMB-10 repeating blasters.
  • X1 TI-S Mortar.
  • X2 D-93 Incinerator flamethrower (one will be with Cain)


The icy winds of artificial winter were aflame with crimson streams as blaster bolts split the air and the wind and blood flowed freely over the intersection. A lone solitary monolith of masonry and duracrete stood firm against a wave of fanatic Eldorai, baying for blood and righteous revenge against the pale armoured interlopers making their stand inside the ruin.

The streets exploded with mortar fire, the building was awash with flames and the screams of the dying and the defiant. Private Scorpio howled to the winds as if to some unseen and far distant gods across the galaxy on a dark world as his flamethrower spewed aflame Conflagrine-14 gel in a great metres long spear from the entrance to the building.

Sergeant Hydros transfixed his mortar’s targeting computer with a stare of such intensity one could believe he was studying alone feverishly in some University lab rather than firing explosive mortar rounds from inside a building. His men worked in feverish unison as they carried out their meticulous duty with near mechanical precision of loading the mortar and assisting Hydros, while also making time to fire their rifles into the fray below them on the streets.

All around him, Pharazon could see his men’s devotion, their skill, their lust for life. His Stormtroopers could not have operated better had Pharazon attempted to micro-manage each squad, they needed no reminder of their duty or of their situation. They fired with precision, with disciplined coordination, they covered each other as they reloaded and repositioned. The megablaster positions on the top and bottom floor spewed forth well controlled lances and bursts of death.

Temporary Sergeant Sandalphon, a slight but fit man compared to Pharazon, who had been only a Private this very same day was keeping his men coordinated, inspiring them with every other word all while adding his fire to the cacophony of light streaking from the building

Yet, despite all of this, despite the skill and courage of his men, Pharazon knew it would not be enough.

The heavy bolter mounted on that distant speeder raked the building with explosive rounds. The large and angry leader of the rebels and his cadre of trained fighters coordinated the rebel mass ever forward and directed their fire, adding their own well aimed shots as well. The brave trooper manning the lower megablaster burst into a red cloud of blood and gore as he poured fire into the rebels, his last act before his entire upper body was eliminated to fire one last burst. The designated marksman of Pharazon’s own squad was thrown back from the window he was firing from as his throat was torn asunder by a bolter round shot by the savage Xerrzyk the Ghastly. The roaring slaver whipping the rebels into an even more fanatical state as they surged closer and closer to building and their hated foes. Even the horrific toll extracted from them by Hydros and his mortar could only slow their advance, the Slaver continuing their relentless advance even after picking himself up.

More and more rebels surged from the south and west, more and more explosive bolter fire tore through the building.

It began to collapse.

“All squads get out of the building form up by squad behind it, take the eastern facing windows, double time” Pharazon quickly ordered, voice brooking no dissent into his platoon com and over speaker, it did not matter now.

“Scorpio” Pharazon said in a low slow voice over a private com to the eccentric and boisterous Private.

“I need you to exit from the front of entrance and create a wall of flame against which the rebels will break” he continued softly.

“Do you understand what I am asking of you?” He asked, dreading what he considered the necessity of this order.

“Yes… Yes sir I do, and those rebels are really going to get some now!” the Private replied, voice only shaky for a moment before his eccentricities reasserted themselves even in the face of near certain death as he roared.

“By fire and smoke, steam and ash you shall know fear!” he roared over his helmet voice amplifying speakers, voice spewing into the intersection toward the ears of the chanting rebels.

The building creaked and rocked under the strain of dozens of small explosions, blaster fire, and the shock of one final volley of mortar shells as Pharazon and his men fled the building. They leaped from windows on the upper and lower levels as they streamed out, attempting some semblance of covering fire as each new squad emerged.

Somehow, someway, all men were able to escape the building as it collapsed with a great cloud of dust, fragments flying into the air and exploding out as it was still fired upon. Hydros had been forcibly dragged kicking and screaming out by his men, refusing but ultimately failing to bring the mortar with him.

Private Scorpio, having surged from the entrance, brought the full fury of his flamethrower to bear, gushing a constant stream of fire as he charged toward the centre of the street, howling in laughter. He turned to face the south and west oncoming rebels who were converging, and let forth a 75 metre fiery tsunami as he raked his flamer from left to right. The flames consumed the entire area in front of him, an almost solid wall of fire burned through the winds and blizzard, spewing smoke and steam in great waves in the middle of the intersection. Scorpio maintained his stand, feeding at a rapid rate the entire contents of his primary fuel tanks in his suicidal attempt to distract the rebels and allow 4th Platoon to reform. Though the fire was so great many rebels even if afraid continued to fire blindly and not so blindly through the wall of flame.

Scorpio was raked with slugs that slammed into his armour, most not penetrating but knocking him a step backwards.

He was lanced with blasters, many flew harmlessly past him, sever grazed his torso, melting his armour and burning his skin. He stood firm. Another bolt slammed into his right knee. He dropped to a kneel, a roar on his lips and flames from his flamer signalling his defiance. Three more bolts to his chest, the flames stopped, smoke enveloped the intersection in a thick cloud, he dropped to his hands, preparing himself.

Waves of blaster bolts lashed over his head… From behind him. The Stormtroopers of 4th Platoon launched wave after wave of blaster bolts fired by rank from two lines of proud Stormtroopers. One line crouched as the other stood as they fired into the mass of rebels they knew to be behind the smoke, due to their helmet’s advanced multi-faceted vision settings.

Then 21 bayonet armed roaring Stormtroopers surged past him, desperately charging once again with renewed battle cries and concentrated rage booming from their amplified helmet speakers at levels far higher than any civilian safety standard. Scorpio collapsed, tanks empty, and lay still. But his name was joined in the furious boom of the Stormtrooper charge as his comrades who could do nothing to aid him honoured his apparent sacrifice.

Several thermal detonators were thrown before them as they charged, timed to go off a few seconds before the charge hit the rebel mass for maximum confusion.

“Charge!” Pharazon roared with the rest of 4th Platoon at the top of his lungs, louder than he had ever shouted before, louder still given his helmet microphone. 4th Platoon had formed into a two man deep line eleven and ten men across, a dense fist of First Order blood, guts, and durasteel.

All charged except for one slight man, who was making his own, equally as desperate charge through the ruins. Hopefully unnoticed by the rebels, Sandalphon had been entrusted by Pharazon with a webbed satchel of the platoon's remaining several thermal detonators. Enough to make a rather large hole wherever it went off. He had only one mission that was crucial to Pharazon’s plan, destroy the speeder. However, he had to reach it first.

4th Platoon picked up speed as they stormed through the smoke of Scorpio’s defiance. Once again this day they charged, fury and desperation in their hearts as they surged past the still frame of Scorpio. Their bayonets glinted and refracted the lights of their blasters as they took wild shots while running, edges razor sharp as they held their straight silver before them, blaster spears ready for the bloody vengeance and last stand of the 4th Platoon 189th. What was to come was all that was left to them, death or glory as they drove into the heart of the rebel mass, heads high, muscles ready, and bayonets levelled.
 

Progflaw99

Well-Known Member
In Orbit \ Kaeshana
Status: Engaged by [member="Kurt Meyer"]
In Vicinity: [member="Pierce Fortan III"] \ [member="Ishana Pavanos"] \ [member="Sara Lee Jones"]
Surviving TIE/In Count: 11 (1 KIA)
[ Theme ]

As Nils' hawkish eyes locked onto the target in front of him, it caused him to raise an eyebrow behind the impassive dark facade of his TIE pilot's helmet. *A TIE? Not like any TIE I've ever seen.* Even Nils was impressed at the agility of the tagged enemy fighter. Not only was the ship itself impressive but the grace which with the opposing pilot maneuvered spoke towards an experienced dogfighter. *A challenge. Not often I get one of those.* thought Nils to himself. His blaster fire seemed to arc high on his opponent, almost scoring a hit - but close only counted in bantha-shoes and thermal detonators. Letting his guns cool Nils eased off the dual triggers as the other pilot's voice cut through the comm waves. A wry smirk tugged at a corner of the pilot's mouth. *A bit of sass, this one.. but it's fair.* Pushing his TIE/In even faster, Nils weaved up and over, a corkscrew as he tried desperately to get a missile lock but the fighter in front of him kept managing to break free just before the lock would confirm.

He had been so focused on lining up a shot that the TIE Ace had overlooked the telltale signs of an upcoming maneuver, the subtle dip of a wing, the feathered touch of the engines, the pilot in front of him had caught him. It was all he could do to jam his controls to the right, sending him into a clockwise corkscrew down and below the enemy TIE. *Looks like you've made up your mind then.* Nils thought, gritting his teeth. His lightning quick reactions had saved him from taking the brunt of the blaster fire but a bolt clipped the rear of one of his solar panels, the shields preventing any real damage but it rattled the interceptor nonetheless and drained a few digits in percentage. Gripping the controls, Nils dove, his two remaining wingmen unleashing a hail of blaster fire as they converged on the enemy TIE. Transmitting to the enemy pilot, a subtle edge could be heard in his curt response.

:: Very well then, let's dance. ::

Nils reached down, pressing a few quick buttons and toggle switches redirected power away from his life support systems. If he did it right, he could re-appropriate that power to the engines and his weapons systems, their flight suits could supplement the TIE's reduction in life support - besides, Nils had a strange appreciation for the cold in space. Bringing his nose back up he locked eyes on the opposing pilot's vessel. *Quick little bastard, but he's got to be burning energy like it's nobody's business.* If he could keep the pilot engaged, he'd be able to outlast him, of that he was almost sure. As he guided his fighter, ion engines screaming, he once more attempted to get a lock, anxiously waiting for the electronic chime indicating it had finally succeeded.
 
Location: Atmosphere | Red engaged | Gold engaged | Rogues Engaged
Allies: Roth Tillian [member="Choli Vyn"] Kurt Meyer Laira Vereen Asmus Janes Arix Askrima


Engaging Enemies: [member="Sara[/COLOR][/SIZE][COLOR=#25e312][SIZE=18px] Lee Jones"] and Bolt flight
Red Squadron X-Wings directly engaging ground troops at [member="Ludolf[/COLOR][/SIZE][COLOR=#e31212][SIZE=18px] Vaas"]


Flying: TR-20 X-Wing
Music: Black Betty

Bolt 3 and 2 began to tango with Rogue Four and Rogue Five. They would dart and arc and flare in the air as they continued their fight. Meanwhile Red Seven and Eight completed their turn to flare back for a future attempt at another ground attack.

Two Brilliant missiles down. Two more to go.

Choli didn't bother with talking back. Her focus was in the game. Another fray of bolts came at her direction, while Rogue Two, her wingman, came in to try and pick off at Sara's own.

R4, her Pebbledrone, screeched that the shields were down to seventy percent.
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" I see that. " a grimace cut through the woman.

[ Do dey xaeo, Nlekora Kam. Soc kuklo.] «I see her, Rogue Seven. Moving up.»

[ Hang on! I'm going to pull a drop-kick Koiogran turn! ] Choli replied.

Force still charging her senses, the woman rolled her yoke and suddenly produced a Koiogran Turn, prompting a sudden 180-degree horizontal turn, boosting evasion from direct fire weapons. Looping back around, her advanced weapons load out zoomed to lock on again by pushing the throttle forward with one hand and twisting the control stick with the other, losing all forward momentum and loop-roll into another direction.

Engines roared and the Rogue and 100th pilot soared high. Another volley of laser fire went blasting at Sara's interceptor from her port.
 
Kaeshana
Crashed Transport
​South of Santaissa
Allies: FO
​Enemies: Creators of the Force Storm
[member="Vexen"] [member="Micah Talith"]

It was hard to care about how obviously skittish the dark furred creature was. Normally, Irajah might have spoken softly, or moved slowly, or any other number of things to put her at ease. But she couldn't even think about those sorts of actions right now.

"I'll try," she grunted instead. It was the best she could do, really. "Gimme a second."

Planting her feet on the ground, she slowly, deliberately, forced herself into a sitting position with her back still against the tree- she wouldn't have been able to sit up without support. Her face contorted in pain, and she let out a strangled cry, but managed it. Huffing from the exertion, she opened her eyes (when had she closed them? She didn't recall). Her skin was even paler than usual, clammy.

But something about being in an actually seated position, rather than sprawled out on the ground- Irajah thought that she could grit her teeth and bear it.

"Okay."
 
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Location | Dusk

Jedi Service Corps & Allies [member="Anya Venari"] [member="Naamah Aesham"]


"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,"

Rhen came to a stop, listening in to the sitrep made by Seraph Yinwarin. A pock marked weathered hand came up to rub his jawline.

"Thank you Seraph."

"The Jedi MediCorps are steadily bringing in the civilians and refugees from the Northern settlements and the West. We have been picking up a few from the central regions, but the East is a battle zone." there was only so much they could do.

"What word do we have on what is going on at the city and at the Citadel of the Dawn?" would they need reinforcements or would it be best to tend to those here?

The Darksky continued rapid assembly. It would take time, but it would be required to ensure their protection.
 
The scent of charred flesh, electronics, and leaking hydraulic fluid saturated the area. Fire licked at the walls of the mangled ship. The Force rose and fell within the Talith, doing his best to move in and remove the debris to find any survivors.


The sight that met him was grim.

Charred bodies and others flopped to the side. Limbs scattered here and there. The woman had been lucky. That she had been thrown out and avoided the bulk of the crash and explosion had saved her life. How well she'll be after this only the Force knew.

With a grimace, Micah turned. Flames licked, and wires hung over the tracker. He could sense no life here. They had all become one with the Force.

Returning to [member="Vexen"] and [member="Irajah Ven"], the Talith shook his head.

[ I'm sorry. ] he said plainly, moving in to check her status.

[ How is she? ] he had been trained by his Auntie Amore in healing, but that would require taking off his gloves for skin contact. And out here... well they were too exposed.
 
As Above, So Below

Before them was arrayed the vast eastern lands of Kaeshanna engulfed in the flames of war. From their high perch they could bear witness to the horrid melee that had ensnared the Citadel of Dawn, all while dogfighters buzzed through the air like angry hornets. He inclined his horned visage to watch one of the Alliance starfighters swerve pass as it trailed one of the Order's TIE fighter relentlessly, guns belching forth red energy from its many weapons. One of those shots managed to graze one of the TIE's wings, causing the ship to quickly dive and spiral in an evasive maneuver to try and dislodge the pest that hounded it so fervently.

The Dark Lord cared not for the Imperial pilots, but even more so he loathed the Alliance and those who let themselves be led astray by the ignorant. His eyes watched the Alliance starfighter hawkishly, biding his time until the ship dared to make another pass close enough to his position. When that occurred he flung one of his lightsabers out like a javelin, the blade activating and whirling through the air just as the ship made its fateful sweep. The weapon easily cut through the cockpit, skewering the pilot inside and shredding the controls as it spun end over end before careening out the other end of the ship as it began to dip down towards the ground.

The lightsaber swiftly returned to its owners hands, the hilt landing deftly in his outstretched palm as the blade dissipated into nothingness. He turned and remounted his speeder and took off down the hill towards the battle, heading on a direct path towards [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] with the intent to open fire upon her with a volley of his speeder's laser cannons before purposefully ramming the speeder directly into her.
 
[member="Micah Talith"]
[member="Irajah Ven"]

With Micah back Vexen’s body language showed that a veneer of calm had returned. The defel mimicker on her armour was switched off and at least the wounded woman would be able to see the outline of the leather cladding clearly. It was a cyclical process. Without Micah she often got nervous. A nervous Vexen was a growling shadow with bright white teeth. That tended to elicit more extreme reactions and the situation escalated. At least this one didn't seem to be too perturbed. Far more concerned with all the people that she'd just lost. Vexen's investogatio included a surreptitious check for weapons. A soft paw delicate separated strands of hair to look over the head wound.

“She’s lucky. She's taken a knock to the head, broken some ribs but she's breathing alrigh’,” she explained to Micah. “Would be best to give her time here but…” she looked towards the gouts of smoke rising from the downed shuttle. It was a long way back to find an Alliance transport for a captive. Airspace was contended so no chance of a quick evacuation themselves.

“There any missiles on that shuttle?” She asked suddenly. She was concerned that they might all be about to become part of a very large crater.
 
Location: Santaissa - Comm tower
Allies: [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="Arlen Rossi"]
Enemies: [member="Kira Vaal"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Kaida Taldir"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [member="Elincia Alanis"] (all outside tower)

Isla stood silent and still as the rebel gave in to the will of Darth Veles, and gave up his secrets. Interesting. She stepped to the side slightly as the man’s body was released by the Mon Cal, and watched for just a moment as his blood blossomed on the floor of the control room. The sound of her Sith companion’s voice drew her gaze, she offered a dark smile to match his, and canted her head to the side. Isla slid further into the room, sweeping the hem of her cloak up to avoid sullying it in the dead man’s blood. Her tall form sank down into a chair, and she arched a brow as Veles brought up the malware. The mane of fiery hair dipped slightly in a nod, just as the man turned to exit the room.

Emerald eyes blinked down at her datapad, this sort of thing was not one of her expertise.

“Do you know how?” She asked Kaalia, and offered up the device.

Isla watched the young woman work, and gave the disciple an appreciative grin. Once the deed was done, she stowed the datapad once more. Her eyes followed her fellow redhead’s form as it moved back out of the room, likely to gather with Darth Veles once more. Soon, she would follow… but she still had a bit of business to attend to. Once more, she dialed in Arlen Rossi’s frequency via their secure network.

“Agent Rossi – we are requesting air extraction. Target the communications tower; bring it down on our mark…”

Turning in her chair, her eyes shifted behind her shoulder.

They were no longer alone here – she could sense it. Forces surrounding the tower now and unfamiliar voices floated up to her from the ground level, where Veles and Kaalia were. This would certainly complicate matters; they did not have the luxury of lingering here for long. They had to get out now.

“We have company.” She said simply to Rossi, and waited for the Agent’s guidance.

Once she had received the information from Arlen, she moved to the doorway. Her slender hands touched the door frame; she would not be joining her companions downstairs. Instead, she would call them back to her location. Isla was unaware of Kaalia’s message sent to the Agent, but she would provide the answers needed. Closing her eyes, she reached out to her fellow Ren and the Sith Lord.

Her companions would receive her message in the form of simple images – the comm tower exploding, and a gunship arriving next door. Isla would add the words “Upstairs, now.” Conveying the urgency needed to make their escape. Just then, the building rocked. There was a brief sinking feeling inside, had the Agent put her plan into motion already?

Moving to the window, emerald eyes came to rest on the ruined skyscraper next to the tower. It would be a difficult jump, but they would have to try. With any luck, the HRDs were already making their visitors feel welcome, and she was certain that this explosion would take out a large number of the forces that waited outside.

The alliance would lose more than just the comm tower.
 
[member="Choli Vyn"]
3 and 2 broke off quickly making a run at 7 and 8, they came at the directly and started spinning, releasing laser bolts that created a random pattern in front of them before breaking off to engage the others

Bolt 4 however intercepted Rouge seven, the pilot fired a burst and missile at it coming had on, Sara however watched the pilot swing around, she had little time, she manage to dodge yet a graze started a fire on the ship, she looked at her ship as she growled, one last attack, she'd fight till the ship gave out...victory....at all cost

She waited till she passed, something within her...slolwy awoke...she felt as if...soemthing was guiding her, she flipped around as she got on her tail, her body guiding the ship as she moved and started firing aiming for the astromech and a engine....then fired her last two missiles...straight for the back
 
Objective: Pew Pew all the Things
Ship: Modded Rekali-class
Call Sign: Rakehell One
NPC's: Gold Squadron (12 Y-Wings)
Engaging: Moving to Engage [member="Face"]
Allies: [member="Roth Tillian"] [member="Arix Askrima"] [member="Tempest"] [member="Djacen Koyne"]
Enemies: [member="Sara Lee Jones"] [member="Nils Brenner"] [member="Ishana Pavanos"] [member="Face"]

With her full stop and reverse having thrown off the TIE Fighter swarm chasing Rakehell, Laira shifted the vessel, turning it back up and away from the fighting on the ground. Bombing runs and a plethora of gunships were fighting over the citadel and with swarms like that fighting, it was time she pull away from that hot mess.

"Ee eight, get to engineering and see if you can fix the shields." She glanced at the readout, and it didn't look good. Primary shields were dead, and secondary were only barely holding at eight percent. Rakehell tore for the cloud cover, burning engines to get there as quickly as possible. The droid's melodramatic ramblings were muffled as the engineering droid left the top turret for the engineering bay.

The redhead clicked buttons, activating her stealth suite to ensure she could have a moments peace in the cover of dark clouds and smoke from the orbital strikes and crashes that rose into the air. "Passive sensors, moving to Quiet one." Engines efflux cut down, sensor stealth engaged in the cover of the clouds. Almost a full half of her ordnance had been spent on a single walker and she was iffy on whether or not she would be able to manage runs on a second one.

"Gold Squadron, call in. New targets." Laira grimaced at the comlink as gold squadron sounded off after their initial bombing run on First Order forces. "Rakehell standing by." Pinging the message in a close burst transmission into Gold Leader. Quickly moving would keep her hidden, and it wasn't like she was going slow through the cloud cover.

"All flights, targets marked." Gold Leader's voice finished commands and the double clicks for confirmation came through. Shaadlar Troopships being escorted by a boatload of fighters. Y-Wings cycled to their ordnance to make runs on the corvettes descending through the atmosphere, accelerated for a very quick run, aiming to hit the formation from the rear where defensive guns had the worst arcs on Shaadlars. Proton Rockets and Intruder Missiles primed all around. "Rakehell, annoy those escorts."

Laira pursed her lips. Annoyance she could be.
 
[member="Darth Carnifex"]


The battle was on. First there was the roar of engines when the speeder was kicked into overdrive. Siobhan felt the former Sith Emperor's presence when he suddenly charged towards her like a hound of hell. She broke off her assaults on the First Order's tanks. [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"] and Firemane's artillery had that department covered and would not let her down. She'd felt the ripples when [member="Nima Tann"] unleashed her mental prowess. For the time being, it was just her and Kaine again. Facing one another upon the blood-stained field of battle, surrounded by destruction and death.


Single-minded and implacable, the Sith Lord's speeder raced down the hill towards her position, moving at tremendous speed and with laser cannons ablaze. The Countess did not excel at Force Speed and her bad leg made it impractical, but she did not need it to doge. As ruby bolts of fiery death came streaking through the air, the Grandmistress activated the ARGH jets her somewhat pompously named Imperatrix armour was equipped with.


Kaine's here. Occupied. [member="Tempest"] would receive a very quick telepathic message. In one fluid motion, the Grandmistress shot up into the air, flying up so that he would sailed underneath her. Pivoting in mid-air, she pulled upon the tangled web of power that was the Force and a torrent of scalding lightning shrirked from her fingertips towards both Carnifex and the speeder.
 
[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="Ryan Korr"], @everyone else nearby[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]“I don’t think so, rebel.”[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Darth Veles offered a calm reply, large eyes darting over the seemingly overwhelming force blocking his way to freedom. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Despite the odds heavily weighted against him, the Sith lord kept his cool demeanour. They undoubtedly outnumbered him at the moment, but were, in turn, surrounded by his forces awaiting outside. One word and this would turn into a slaughter for everyone involved. Not like either side’s complete surrender automatically granted mercy; rebels were not obliged to treat their captives well to begin with and received equal treatment from Darth Veles. Letting go of his hostage was a death sentence, resulting on a firmer grip on her fragile form.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Drop your weapons and surrender to my robot forces,”[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] requested the Sith lord in return, voice uncompromising. No, he refused to consider their demands, not when everyone’s lives rested in his hands. He held all the cards, he would dictate the future events. To make a better point, he extended the hidden dagger from his wrist and let its edge lick the young Eldorai’s neck while his subtle pacing slowly brought him a few steps back to avoid being outflanked and delivering him closer to the turbolift. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Stop. I hold several captives up in the tower. Don’t let this girl and your men die like dogs. I strongly suggest you cooperate and surrender peacefully to avoid more bloodshed.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Whatever his intentions were, all fell apart once the tremors started, shaking the structure’s foundations and sowing seeds of chaos. Lights went out, making the Jedi’s azure blades the sole source of light as panic filled the less hardened hearts and Darth Veles immediately abused this opportunity, dragging his young red-haired ally and the Eldorai with him and retreating back into the turbolift. At first it refused to work, ignoring the Dark lord’s commands to go up, no matter how many times his clawed finger prodded the control. The tense moment lasted only few seconds before power came back, but it felt like all eternity to the Sith lord. Then came a flash of light, revealing the entire enemy force standing in the room before the turbolift’s door shut closed and the platform moved up. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Attention to all HRD units. The enemy is inside the tower. Attack. Take no prisoners.”[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] He ordered through his comlink, smiling at the mental image of his forces flooding the building and purging the invaders.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Maybe he should have tried taking the strike teams out, penetrate the wall of bodies and force his way through. The Sith lord had opted for the safer method instead, making it a matter of time before the rebels and their Alliance allies followed him up. Now positively trapped, he greeted his fellow prisoners with a smile once released from the ascending coffin, wasting a brief glance on the brutalized prisoners with no faces. One sharp hiss, a shower of sparks as his lightsaber sunk into the turbolift's repulsorlift engine, and the elevator dropped down the shaft.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“I hope all is going well, friend?”[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Darth Veles asked Isla with a grin, amber eyes feasting on her beautiful and deadly body. Despite her power, victory continued to seep through their fingers. [/SIZE]
 

HK-36

The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
Character: Adventures of NPC Greycloak "Iron-Hide"
Location: Battle for the Citadel of the Dawn, Protecting Siobhan, Pushing against the Stormtroopers
Objective: Help Sio not die, keep up the pressure against Stormies
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Audren Sykes"], [member="Dax Fyre"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Dish"]
Enemies: [member="FN-888"], [member="BE-183"], [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Forces: 1 Greycloak, clad in Protectorate Power Armor, and chameleon cloaks, armed with Magnetic Revolvers, heavy Magnetic Repeater, generic blue-crystal lightsabers, and Spear of Rae.
5 Mobile Weapon Platform Spider Droids (Initial 3 + 2 from reinforcement that ran the blockade), Light Models, all armed with RC-1 Rotary cannons directly under his command
78 Iron Legionnaire Drones (Initial 60-42 from bombardment + 60 from reinforcement) armed with Abregado Blast-Staves, moving in a 6x3 and a 6x10 phalanx

Kaine de Carnifex, Siobhan Kerrrrrigan


The HK droid wielding a lightsaber sent to protect Kerrigan was still there as his brother-copy ran off after Ludolf to chase the FO's Supreme Commander through the battlefield.

He glanced briefly after Iron-Borne before his attention was taken once more by an incoming volley of blaster bolts from one of the retreating stormtroopers. In precise subtle shifts of old Soresu techniques he swatted the bolts away, sending two into the already burnt and scorched ground, causing a small heated explosion that threw up more mud and dust, leaving behind a small glass clump, the third flew towards the trooper, hitting beneath the chin of his mask with a sickened sizzle of searing flesh and plasteel melting into it. The soldier collapsed down into the ground as more bolts came flying towards the machine, it would have been long before he got some rest from his duty of protecting Kerrigan's shapely rear and flobby flank.

Once more his attention was taken as he his audioreceptors picked up an increasing sound of speeder repulsorenginges, growing louder and louder, he calculated that the machine was nearing.

Blocking another volley that sprayed wildly into the air from his blue blade, casting it aside briefly from the recoil HK turned towards the source and saw the Sith Lord at ramming speed towards the Colonel,

"Sio! Over here, looks like Kaine."

The droid wasn't sure whether Sio was able to sense Kaine already or not so he just wanted to make sure!

The machine sentinel alarmed her as it shifted his footing, metal claws extending out in case he was going to be thrown telekinetically, either by Kaine just because for being there, or by Sio to be used as her shield against his wishes. He briefly stepped in front of the volley of speeder-blaster Kaine unleashed, deflecting it out to buy Sio more time and focus, or so he thought, Sio just flew out of the way anyway. The bolts did not went anywhere close Kaine, due to the machine having to act quickly there was no time to aim, they flew away from the droid's blue lightsaber but went wide, soaring off somewhere into the sky to fly free and happy.

Tzwhew-tzwhew-bwomg

The HK droid swatted away all but one that impacted his deflector shields, built into his Protectorate power armor, making them light up in faint blue light and pushing him back, his claws raking a trench in the wounded soil as the impact of the plasma projectiles opened up a way towards Sio once more for Kaine, residual heat of the high energy bolts heated up the surface of armor where they struck the droid, leaving a faint orange-glowing mark on his abdomen.

However his help seemed all too unnecessary as Sio got out of the bolt's pathway either way via her jetpack,

"Yeah, you are welcome!"

The machine quipped from below her.

As much as he wanted to step back in, another volley from the FO forces came in their direction and he already had to turn his attention aside, swatting away another burst of plasma bolts shot at them by stormtroopers.


He tried to help as much as he could, but in the end Kaine was Sio's fight that day, not his.


The Greycloak received a notification from his forces that they regrouped with reinforcements,

"Good, keep pushing!"

He ordered the droid forces.



Audren Sykes, Dax Fyre, Joza Perl, Dish, FN-888, BE-183,


BOOM!

KABAM!

BLAM!

Things were exploding left and right on the battlefield in front of the Citadel of the Dawn. Somebody threw grenades over there or they were activated via Force- that exploded. Over in that direction one of the sides ordered a mortar strike- that exploded. An artillery strike- that exploded! There were bombing runs conducted, some of the TIEs dropping their payloads left and right in carpet bombing that harmed GA and took out some of their own, the more unlucky ones at least before being promptly having some of their craft shot down by the combined forces of GA anti-air defenses and air superiority craft- all of that exploded as bombs clashed against the battered soil, spraying out fire, plasma, dirt, mud, shrapnel, and usually the TIEs that fired them soon followed, spiraling into the ruined buildings and the field itself as the X-Wings, A-Wings, Y-Wings, even those weird G-Wings* tried to protect their forces best they could in the face of FO's own air superiority craft and anti-air forces.

Safe to say that both sides suffered with each strikes, as these were far from precise weapons to use in what was more or less a melee and a pretty bloody and fierce engagement, you pulled out the big guns in close quarters, you should expect friendly fire casualties.

Either way!

With all of that going on the droid forces that steadily marched and advanced towards FN-888 and their group, now joined by BE-183, or more likely BE would be able to notice the droids now as they moved closer, would be hit by some of the explosives.

BWOOM!

A bomb or torpedo fired by one of the sides landed right in the middle of their formation. Droid parts and whole machines flew every which way, tossed by the shock wave of the explosion. Some hit a wall and their chassis cracked, some were just straight up vaporized, some crumbled into twisted little piles, some were saved by their outer plates and built-in deflector shields and quickly got up after being thrown, still clutching their Blat-Staves as they regrouped into their formation once more.

The dust rose from the explosions and the remaining units would seem like quick work for the many stormtroopers, almost 3/4 of the unit sent against them remained and only 18 drones were still standing. But that was when their reinforcements joined them.

Over the corpses of GA and Stormtroopers, over the corpses of their own fallen and crumbled drone comrades there was marching another unit of 60 infantry drones, clutching their blast-staves like pikes, quickly opening fire towards the stormtroopers to keep up the pressure against them.

It would be pretty apparent that although Abregado wasn't able to land all of their forces at the beginning their plan was to eventually overwhelm the enemy by sending steady reinforcements, at least until the blockade was lifted and they could just land the whole bloody drone and droid army.

More were actually, but FO pilots managed to shot those dropships down before they reached the surface, only two made its way to the ground that time, one carrying the infantry unit now marching towards the Stormies, and one with spider-droids that now joined up with their fellow mobile weapon platforms firing at the entrenched lines from the ruins. If it wasn't for their pilots, 888 and Bee would be facing at least on droid tank as well now.

As the phalanx kept moving up closer, firing at the enemy from range, the 18 that was still marching activated the electrodes of their blast-staves, ceasing to fire as they scattered their formation, running up to the stormtroopers to being engaging them with melee, wielding the weapons much like one would electrostaves.


As to the Spider Droids, they were safer from the bombardment than the infantry they were supporting, as their reinforcements joined them, all five of the units begun to rotate their barrels once more to fire upon the Stormtroopers, taking apart their barricades over time, going after the entrenched positions and E-Webs, shredding vehicles that would come too close, retreating once more behind cover as their programming dictated to reload their heavy rotary cannons.

Pretty much usual heavy weapons team stuff.

RA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TAT!


Audren Sykes, Jozie, Dax, Dish, all of the allied PCs in the area would see the droid army do their thing too, if they wanted to help them or needed the droids to help them out, all they had to do was call them over or send out a transmission on Abregado frequency for support.



*I made the G-Wing up, I'm not sure if something like that exists, it sounds ridiculous enough that it would though
 

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