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

[H3xle]

LOCATION: Forward Operating Base Aurek, Kaeshana
OBJECTIVE: Coordinate and Character Development
ALLIES: [member="laira vereen"], [member="djacen koyne"], Galactic Alliance, Tygaran Alliance
ENEMIES: [member="face"], First Order

"Sir, Gold Squadron and Rakehell are en route to the battlezone above Renegade." Corporal Quentin practically shouted over the hubub of construction vehicles continuing to improve the physical defenses of the FOB.

"Let's see..." General Haish responded, moving around to look over Sammie's shoulder. Sammie leaned to the side a bit to give the brass more room. "...I don't know about you, Corporal, but that makes me feel better. Get them linked in to the local tac net, Djacen has AA out there, and I don't want him shooting down our birds."

"Aye, sir. Sammie replied, then pulled his headset down over his ears. "FOB Aurek to Gold Leader and Rakehell Leader, linking you into local tactical network. Ware AA from Forward Assault Group Renegade, plotting both onto Renegades computers." Sammie spoke to both Gold and Rakehell, then linked them all into the tactical network, ensuring that Djacen's AA fire wouldn't aim for either. It would also link targeting computers, helping to keep some targets from being over targeted while others remained free and clear, now there should be parity in targeting between Djacen's forces, Green Squadron, Gold Squadren, and Rakehell.

 

[Naamah Aesham]

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



Seraph Yinwarin frowned slightly. She was probably displeased about not being on the frontlines, but she knew her duty. Angelii were all about that sort of thing. "A host of my battle sisters under the command of the Grand Seraph has gone to the city to liberate it from the invaders. We have received no new word from them," Yinwavin informed the Yedai.


"The Citadel of Dawn is under heavy attack from our forces. The fighting is intense, but they have broken through the enemy's defences and slain many. For the time being, we shall concentrate on fortifying the west." Meanwhile, the Darksky was being assembled. The same applied for the Tempest cannon. Once completed, both would be powerful defences to protect not only the fortress, but the civilians who'd sought shelter.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Location: Space, Near Orbit
Objective: Engage Nils Brenner
Allies: Rogue Squadron
Enemies: [member="Nils Brenner"]

His control board began to chirp.

The fighter behind him was still in pursuit, trying it's hardest to chase him down. Kurt frowned for a moment, quickly scanning where any of the other fighters of the squadron where. He breath a sigh of relief when he saw only the one on his scopes. Fingers tightened against the controls of his ship, another chirp coming in through his ears. He glanced towards the small indicator just above his control panel and smirked slightly.

Kaile and him had done a lot of work on this ship, but at least one feature had come with it. "This is gonna hurt."

He and Kaile had insured that this ship was, well without equal in the galaxy without speed. Acceleration and deceleration had been their primary objective with its design. Whatever Imperial Engineers had designed the prototype hundreds of years ago had done a pretty good job, but Kurt and his roommate had just added the extra umph that the ship had needed to make it truly great. A part of that had been the three Inertial dampeners he'd fit to the vessel itself. They allowed for an extreme amount of maneuverability without putting too much strain on the pilot.

Still, what he was about to do...well it would push those systems to the limit.

The steady beep beep beep of the impending missile lock sounded out over and over again, and just as there was a slightly longer chirp of his board Kurt once again hit the button for his stealth drive. In an instant the ship disappeared, and Kurt pressed his controls forward.

The ion engine at the back of his vessel kicked into reverse thrust, pushing the ship down, and then to a stop. The safety straps pressed against his chest hard, throwing the air out of his lungs and causing his head to whip back and forth as he suddenly slowed down. The First Order fighter went swooping above him, and soon as it did Kurt pressed the controls forward again. The Coil uncloaked, and half a second later Kurt sent another burst of laser and maser fire towards the enemy ship.

 

[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']

"You talk like I'm holding her hostage. Do you really have it stuck in your mind that everything we do is pure evil? All I'm trying to do is get her to safety, to make sure she doesn't get hurt. Despite what anyone says." Kaalia quickly looked at Darth Veles, indicating to the rebel in front her that she meant him specifically. "All that the likes of you have done is put people like her in harm's way. Do you fail to realize that? She is not a hostage, she's an innocent civilian. She's not a negotiation piece." The young woman stared a hole into the rebel who demanded to 'step away', furious at her remark.

She opened her mouth to speak again, but was interrupted by tremors shaking the very core of the tower. Feeling the Mon Cal's hand dragging the redhead along, she sprinted towards the lift. Her heart was pounding inside the lift, seeing the conflicted face of Lynn. Kaalia didn't know why, but questions were for later. She saw the vision of Isla during the encounter with the rebels, indicating they had to make their way upstairs. The tower was going down, and a gunship would come to pick them up.

As the lift finally opened back up on the top of the tower, Lynn could see the brutalized prisoners. She screamed, and started running down the stairs towards the rebels, dropping Kaalia's coat she was still wearing. Veles however took hold of her, refusing to let her go. She simply shook her head, seeing there was no way to talk around this, and with a disappointed look picked up her coat and turned to Isla and Veles. "There's not much we can do about that now, sadly. I'm sorry, Lynn. I truly am." Lynn was in shock, and barely moved. Kaalia was clearly disappointed, but realized that gravity of the situation did not allow trying to change the situation. The redhead turned to the other flame-haired woman. "When's the pickup coming?"

 

[Garett Van]

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Objective: Reinforce First Order Positions​

Location: Kaeshana First Order lines​

Allies: First Order​

Enemies: GA and their Allies​

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Sgt. Viera Illarian Commanding​

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With the mine field in place in front of her trench now, Viera felt a little safer, if the Alliance chose to rush it they would be cut down, by the mines or the E-Webs that were in place now. The squad from Third Platoon hadn't returned yet, but that was expected. Now it just comes do to waiting and see what would be needed for the engineers. Seeing how they were more defensive or assault assistance troops, their job for the time being was complete.​

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"Sergeant, comms message for you ma'am."​

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"Understood send it."​

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"Sergeant Illarian, Colonel Devon. We have reports of insurrectionists back around the Landing Zone please bring your Company back to reorg with the Regiment."​

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"Colonel Sir, I still have men out on tasks here isn't there another unit that can fill the gap?"​

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"Sergeant that wasn't a request, get your troopers together, and get back here."​

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"Yes sir." Viera closes the comms channel violently. "Third Platoon, call back the squad ASAP, we need to return to the LZ to assist the Regiment."​

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"Yes Sergeant, calling them back."​

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Luckily the squad was already on their return and before the comms message went out they showed back up with the company, just minus one trooper. Another casualty of war. The company then started to make their way back towards the original landing zone where their Commanding Officer was shot.​

 

[Tanomas Graf]

Objective: Kill the Interlopers
Allies: [member="Raph Thule"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Malok"] | [member="Valessia Brentioch"] |

He had sent many stormtroopers to deal with the intruders at the airlock, and he figured that they would hold them until a line could be reinforce, he was wrong. He had sensed the beings powerful in the Force that had boarded his ship, and how much death they were causing, but he was not fearful. He was determined, to end them and avenge his men, He was relatively untrained but he was powerful. Graf also did have another trick up his sleeve, one that he would be using.

"Deploy the marines" He whispered into his comlink.

At once he could hear the rapid marching that had began throughout the star destroyer, hundreds of veteran stormtroopers in distinguished purple armor charged down the corridors, DC-15ABs firing dangerous blue bolts of plasma that were filling the hallways and destroying any flesh that dared show itself. The Imperial Praetorian Marines were not your average stormtrooper, they were better, much better, and with enough numbers, they could take down even a Jedi.

Tanomas moved from his spot in the dark corridor, striding out in front of a group of ApeX soldiers that began to raise their blasters, but he was quicker. His hands rose and lightning shot out, stunning them as his lightsaber was thrown between a gap in the shielding, killing those who were facing the pearly white blade. And with a final motion of his fingers, the windpipe of the final soldier was crushed.

Graf was neither Jedi nor Sith, he was an Imperial.

 

[Kenth Typho]

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

Enemies: [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | @FN-0888

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War was chaos.

It was bloody and one heck of a messy affair. He lost count how many he had neutralized in the short span running around here. Ten? Sounded about right. Most of them special operatives like himself, just doing their job... like himself. But they were trying to take down Fiery Stormy Lady, otherwise known as Elaris, so that meant they had to go down regardless.

Didn't kill them though.

Stun gun was all he used on them. Didn't seem fair, otherwise. If it had been him? He would have preferred a stun.

Somewhere down the middle Omega Pyre specialists came to back him up, one of them... cheeka, sassy lady. Lots of colors shining bright, but she got the job done alright, what more was there to ask?

There were creeping up towards a little front outpost now. Bit away from the action, but that was just as well, couldn't all yank Star Destroyers from the sky. Some didn't have that luck with power distribution. Some were born with a knife in their hand and some cuff around their knuckles, nothing more to it.

"You see that left one?" He whispered over to Mao. "Officer, probably knows the in and out's, might be a way in outside of gorram sieging our way in."

There was only so much they could do. If they could get inside? Suddenly it would be much easier for their forces outside the walls.

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: Star Destroyer crash site, near Citidel of Dawn​

Objective: Search for Survivors/Protect First Order forces​

Allies: The First Order, [member="HK-36"] (?)​

Enemies: Galactic Alliance and friends​

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Traversing the wreckage in search of life signs had brought the young Knight of Ren further away from what was once called a city and closer to where the largest battle was underway.

"Here's another! I got someone!" A Stormtrooper struggling with a fallen console waved her over. Samka hopped over a heap of loose wiring and through a flickering hologram to the soldier's side and summoned her kinetic powers. Delicately the machinery was lifted upwards and then unceremoniously thrown aside. Now the trooper pulled the conscious body of a naval officer up and towards a freshly erected medical tent. Only it wasn't the First Order who had put up tents. Medical droids, apparently with the Galactic Alliance had begun work in the area. At first she'd kept her distance, even considered destroying them, but as time went on the two groups had slowly become one. Both wary of each other still but both needed each other's strengths to off-set their weaknesses. The droids had much needed supplies, the First Order's supply lines were stretched thin already with everything being sent to the growing front so every bit of medical equipment was valuable. On their part, they knew the ship, had larger numbers and they had her. The Force User able to detect where the bodies were and remove any obstruction with relative ease.

Suddenly there was a rush. A nagging feeling in the back of her mind. Something was wrong. Sam shook her head and frowned. "Ma'am?" The Stormtrooper at her side cocked his head, her weakness was showing in front of her lessers, how humiliating. "Is everything okay? Are you foolish?"

Samka frowned now looking right at the Stormtrooper's helmeted face. "Excuse me, soldier?"

The helmet warped and changed between flashes of light until it was the image of the First Order's white armoured soldier no longer. Instead it was the face of her father, his expression harsh and teeth bared as he did whenever she had angered him. "Have you forgotten to clean your ears, child? I said I shall not tolerate any daughter of mine acting so foolish!" His voice flutuated between the familiar tone she recognised and a much lower, more bizarre pitch. "If you are to be my successor, act like it, girl! Keep yourself grounded in reality, not your pathetic fantasies!"

Instinctively, Samka took a step back. The demon of her childhood held a physiological prominence no Sith Lord could match in the same way. At the same time there was a rational side of her fighting back. Samka had to deal with her own mental deficiency everyday, she could never admit it to anyone least of all herself, but the girl was quite mad. As such, she had learned to spot reality. This was not reality.

"Enough!" She snarled at the image of her parent.

His skin had began to melt and hair fell to the ground yet still the skull spoke to her, "I do this for you and you throw it in my face, how did I raise such an ungrateful brat?" His voice more distorted than ever.

"I said enough!" This time a ripple of Force energy emitted from the teenage girl and just like that, the skeleton of her father vanished, replaced by a confused looking Stormtrooper.

Samka stood there breathing heavily for a moment to steer herself. Then she grabbed at the air and inspected her fingers as though she caught something in the wind. "So that's what it is to be on the other side of such a thing, hm?" She muttered beneath her breath. Anyone strong enough with the Force could perform mind tricks of persuasion or suggestion but to inflict true fear? Horror? Even insanity? This was the way of the Dark Side and a tool Samka employed in her own arsenal. She took a quick scan of the area but detected no presence nearby. Either they had the ability to hide as well as [member="Darth Veles"] or... her eyes flickered over towards the siege underway on the Citadel in the distance, things were spilling over.

"Ahhh!" The Stormtrooper at her side suddenly yelled in fear and surprise. Several other Imperials nearby had the same or similar reactions. This wasn't a targeted attack but a mass brainwashing, the young Ren must have been hit first due to her sensitivity with the Force picking it up early, only now were the rank and file succumbing.

She had to act quickly, extending her palm directly before the soldier's face, she drained the dark power penetrating his mind then sent a short shock wave to protect the other troops. One by one they came to their senses. Samka shook her head. If it was affecting them this far out then...

She took a few steps in the direction of the citadel and braced herself. If the enemy sought to influence everyone, thousands of them, the attack would be heavily diluted no matter how powerful it was. With a heavy sigh, already dreading the mental exhaustion of the act she was about to take, Samka Derith unleashed a wave of protective Force energy towards the battle at the citadel. It would leave no distinction between species, temperament nor alignment. It would hit both Alliance and First Order alike. It was a chain, passing from body to body, mind to mind. Gradually passing through the ranks of both armies to cure the troops of their mental afflictions. Each time she felt herself pulling away the illusions and fears of a soldier. Most of the First Order rank and file were well trained, hardened veterans and would keep fighting through their confusion yet she would often find some poor soul incapacitated by their fears and pull them back to reality. It didn't take as much effort as she'd expected to repel each attack but the sheer number was daunting. Eventually she could continue no longer and left the chain to continue its work without her. Less accurate but not as draining that way.

Pushing herself back to reality, the teenager found herself on her knees, the familiar taste of blood on her lips. She scrambled to her feet and wiped her face on her sleeve, eager to preserve an appearance of strength. If there was one thing this showed, she was needed on the battlefield. Sam had done all she could for these troops. As luck would have it, [member="Rolf Amsel"] and his troops were still on her tail, she would link up with them and follow them into battle. But that did leave one unanswered problem.

Samka rolled her eyes at her own actions, knowing what she was about to do. Was she too soft of heart? There was that growing, nagging conscience in her head telling her that she had used these people enough. The people who originally, the Ren had been sent to protect. So Sam walked up the the medical droid with the Alliance, the seemingly harmless one who had given their wounded supplies and a place to rest. They hadn't spoken until now, there had been a sort of silent agreement between the two sides that they were there for the same reason.

"Droid," she addressed the B-2 unit ([member="HK-36"]) who seemed in charge. "I-I'll be leaving these people in your care," she gestured to the Eldoria locals she'd picked up a while ago. The very same ones she'd taken as human shields just a few hours before. "They've been through enough... I suppose. Take care of them." With that she began to walk away, only to pause once more. "If anything happens to our wounded, I'll have you for scrap." And she walked once more.

Gesturing for the Stormtrooper platoon to follow, now they would link up with the Major and join the grand assault taking place before them.

 

[Ghorumgash Khazund-Veranum]

Character: Ghor
Location: Outside of Santaissa, Near Comms Tower
Objective: Save Kira, Save The Rebellion, Save The Dream
Allies: [member="Elincia Alanis"], [member="Kaida Taldir"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Aeda Shaytari"], [member="Six-O"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [member="Kiyron"], [member="Elincia Alanis"], [member="Kira Vaal"],
Enemies: [member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Arlen Rossi"], [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Equipment: Heavy Khazund Rune armor (No special properties), collection of vibro-axes, bolt-gun mk 2, RC-2 magnetic minigun, Anti-Force grenades, heavy magnetic revolver.
Forces: 10 light, 3 medium, 1 heavy Mobile Weapons Platform spider droids, light and medium all equipped with MD-1 mass drivers, heavy utilizes two side-mounted MD-1 mass drivers and one central RC-1 rotary cannon
180 infantry drones of 6x10 phalanxes each, two equipped with blast-staves, one with light magnetic repeaters,
few squads of Khazund mercenaries and volunteers plus few more squads of Eldorai guerrilla rebels, all equipped with mismatch many varieties of Firemane, Protectorate, and Abregado weaponry.


As the Eldorai led by Kaida would move through the ruins, closing in on the Comm Tower outside of the destroyed city, or close to it, or in it, things weren't really clear about its location, their Elf-ears could hear a nearing cacophony of disgusting sounds. There was cluttering, and clanking, feet stomping, groaning, just wild uncomfortable panting, and really really loud mouth breathing.

The noises grew closer and closer through the cover of ruined buildings that once spread their splendor over the planet's now scarred surface, they would be even able to pick up on some uncomfortable muttering,

"Oy, Ay swear ta gods, ta be some fyerce distance ta caver, oh fethin' 'ell, na mare o' this fer me Ay swear an me papa's chit-stained ass-beared, na mare o' this fethin' 'ussle after taday, all me bawls be breken." [I am rather tired and would not like to run as much after today.]

The source of it all would become clear soon enough as the first of stout, wide creatures clad in armor would make its appearance from around the corner. It was panting, taking a break to lean against its own thick knees to catch a breath before it finally looked up and across the distance he saw Kaida, the Angelii, and the forces they brought.

"Oy, ye there, Eldarai! Oy, Ay I see ya!" [Hello there, Eldorai!]

The Khazund, or more commonly known as a Space-Dwarf, gave out another series of grunts and pants as, even though it was incredibly cold due to the blizzard around them, it sweated profusly from all the movement, a mixture of sweat and snow covered and caked his long beard as it jogged closer to them in what could be described as a wobbling dash.

"Mah name be Ghorumgash Khazund o' Veranum, Oy'm a 'ere representin' tha' Khazund rainfercements mon." [My name is Ghor, I am part of the Khazund reinforcements]

The dwarf mentioned behind him, and sure enough more of his squads came wobbling out, all gasping and panting, just snorting as they made their way through the ruins in great hurry, apparently wherever they landed the Dwarves ran all the way to meed up with the Eldorai before their attack on the Comm tower. Each of the stout warriors seemed to be even sweatier and hairier than the last, armed in a mixture of Firemane, old Protectorate, Abregado, open-market, and even home-made gear. Most of them were heavily armored, preferring heavier ranged weapons, and carrying some sort of a melee weapon with them, usually a dangerous looking vibro-axe or a pneumatic battle hammer. It was clear that rather than being a uniform fighting force each of them were equipped and trained either by themselves or a different source.

Joining the Dwarves there were also more Eldorai guerrillas, probably a welcomed sight to Kaida as it confirmed that there were still more of her people on the planet willing to take up arms against the First Order, even as the battle raged at its fullest and showed no signs of stopping.

"Oh, an' tha' Abreagaedians send thyer regards." [We have some Abregado forces as well]

The Dwarf motion to the source of the rhythmic clanking that followed them as three phalanxes of Abregado infantry drones made their way to reinforce Kaida's position along with some spider walkers, even a large spider-tank equipped with two anti-armor cannon and one anti-personnel rotary cannon would be lumbering behind the troops, casting its large shadow on both the skittering spider-droids and stoic infantry drones.

"Wesa's been able ta smuggle few dropships o' them wit' us when we made our landin' in the moontains. Leta us know where yer cald use as tha most an' we be der at yer command, aye?" [We were able to bring few dropships of their reinforcements with us to the mountains, let us know where you could use us the most]

Ghor explained as he bounced from one of his thick feet to the other like a wobbling log, eager to be going into combat at last, either to finally fight the good fight, and eager that he didn't ran all this distance for naught!

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Sacrificial Kill

His quarry blasted out of harm's way with a swift explosive burst of her jetpack, soaring up and over his range of fire as he continued to speed onward in the same direction. He glanced upward to follow her arc, her body twisting in midair as the protective plating around her hands peeled back to allow lightning to billow forth from her fingertips. The snaked through the air, hungering for his flesh, and in return he extended his right hand to attract, absorb, and mitigate the bulk of the damage that would have been inflicted upon him. He could have, had he deigned to, weathered through the full force of her assault as the armor he wore around his muscular frame was outfitted with various conductive materials that would prevent the various electronics built into the suit from being outright destroyed by any form of electricity, and his high tolerance for pain could do away with those bolts that hit himself directly.

However; what bolts that were not directly neutralized by his defensive measures slammed into the bike that bore his weight, instantly frying the electronics within and causing the speeder to careen in a skewed diagonal angle towards the ground. Acting quickly, the Dark Lord flung himself from the bike several moments before it slammed into a rogue outcropping of rock and exploded. He hit the ground on his side, but managed to manipulate his momentum so that he rolled and landed in a crouch; his hands already drawn to his weapons as he searched the sky for his despised adversary.

His vision, enhanced by both the Force and the advanced optics built into his helmet, allowed him to easily regain sight of [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]. He did not activate his lightsabers, but rather thrust both hands out to initiate a precise telekinetic strike not at Siobhan directly, but rather the mechanism that allowed her to avoid his opening move.

Her jetpack.

Whether his maneuver was effective or not, he would still not advance. Rather he rose up to his full height and regarded his enemy with a stare that, despite his face being masked, seeped with furious anger and despisement. "How predictable." Twin beams of sunfire would explode from the curved weapons in his hands, casting baleful shadows on his surroundings. "That you would die for such a pathetic people is beyond me, but if you are so eager to covet this ruined world then I will ensure that you choke upon its ashes." He assumed a battle stance, the blade in his right hand held out aggressively while his left was held down at his side more defensively.

And he waited.

 

[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, 4 Eater Grenades, On-Board Weapons Systems
Forces: Xerrzyk the Ghastly, 14 Eldorai Guerrillas, Sanctuary of Santaissa

Wait, what's that?!

The Droid stumbled, knee crashing with such thrust that Six-O followed through the forming fissure. All around him, the floor suddenly unfettered from the weight of the snow, and the heavy thud of his stride. He barely had but a seconds notice to grab for nearest object of support as the debris rain down a six story deep chasm.

His body rattled hard against a duracrete abutment. Weapons striking against his chassis with boisterous clanging from harness leashes. two of his Eater Grenades spilling from the belt webbing, lost forever in the thick dusty black.

He was getting too old for this.

And to think, he was already ruminating on a Contract with the Black Tie Syndicate as a monetary excuse to go and fetch one of his exuberantly terrifying cohorts of dread from a summary execution. Not at this rate.

A blossom of scintilla flares spit from his shoulder, again. Suddenly accompanied by instrumentation from tripped terror protocol. His screens flashed and flickered, foreign data blistering his viewscreens at alarming rate.

It seems we're a little. . . lost in here, no worry, that's quite acceptable. We're a methodical. . . monster. Let us tidy this right up, won't take. . . but a minute.

The Droid had heaved himself upwards and was back on the move. Prattle of weapons clinking as he stalked on.

Oh no. . . the desk. . it's flipped over on to it's surface, legs in the air.

On it's surface.

Flipped over. . . on it's surface. .

It's ok, it's OK! We can spruce this right up.

No, scratch that. Just ignore it.

Static and a buzz of short-wave tuning stuttered on endlessly inside of his aural processors.

3. . .

2. . .

9. . .
8. . .
4. . .

. . .6. .

0. .

6. . .

. . . . 0

We're not, like. . .

Wait. . what do you call it?

. . . Clear. .

We're not clear about what's happening.

A visual distortion began to crawl across his remaining sensor globes. Reds and oranges sharpening until his entire world became drown in neon highlights.

We're. . . a. . . . tidying. . monster. . . any time!

Is this real? The vivid flashes outlined the feminine shape of a radiant demon, down moving towards the Communications Tower from the same direction as he, it was [member="Kaida Taldir"]. A fluorescent beast aiming to unleash death and destruction.

But wait, this will take us. . . just a. . minute.

I can tidy that up right now. . . as a God. . we can end this. . right. . . now!

His MKIII-Heavy Bolter fell to the floor while the machine strode towards the upheaved table, righting it up on to legs.

We are lost in here. . .

But now this table. . is on our side.

The table is on. . . OUR side. . this time. . .

The time we make. . . we manufacture!

Tidy. .

TIDY!

Keep this world so very tidy! I'm the tool that keeps it tidy, I'm the tool that keeps it tidy. . . I'm the man. . that keeps it tidy. . . . I'm the GOD that keeps it tidy!

We don't do this here! I'm in charge of all this! That type of thing just isn't me!

We've torn legs from bodies, burned, charred, scorched, blistered, branded, seared, singed, tortured, tormented, lacerated, flayed, scalped, peeled, killed, struck, bludgeoned, assassinated, drown, executed, massacred, murdered, poisoned, slaughtered, asphyxiated, electrocuted, eradicated, immolated and liquidated. As a GOD we have transcended to---

A glowing flicker of sparks illuminated the snowy dark once more. Six-O stood calm and indifferent. He seriously needed a good diagnostic and repair job after this Rebellion ended. With purpose the Droid came about and retrieved his long-range weapon. Situatuating himself behind cover, seven stories up, 1900 meters away from the Communications Tower, his sensors scanning the exit and enterance. If [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Isla Ashen"] and [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] thought they were going to simply march on out unmolested, they were sorely mistaken.

Steel your nerves mongrels of Ren, it'd only hurt for a moment. [member="Kaida Taldir"] was notified with haste that the Droid had taken Overwatch position from the Northwest. Now it was time for the fighting to begin.

[member="Pharazon Draken"]

The toll of death was beginning to stagger the onrush of devastation that wrought doom and agony on the courageous men of 4th Platoon. Lead by [member="Pharazon Draken"], the Unbroken, the Dread Beast of Santaissa the whispers were already sending men that would reinforce the position aflutter. The Great White and his Abhorrent Cut-Throats stood twelve feet tall, the exhale of their Blasters able to pierce the Heavens and raze the God's.

"DOKOI, UBA YINBAI!!" Howled Xerrzyk, his chest plate dented, baggy clothing torn and tattered from shrapnel, with pooling stains of blood dyeing fabric darkly.

THUMP!! THUMP!!! THUMP!!!! THUMP!!!!!

The MKIII snarled on viciously, bursting the Eastern Block Building to dust and rubble. It yawned, walls trembling from the onslaught. Then in one big heave the structure began to sink inwards, tossing dredge and masonry powder in to the winter mess of the cross-roads.

But still the fought on.

"Killee jun!" The Klatooinian commanded foully, letting whip lap across the back of a charging Eldorai.

But Scorpio stood fast.

Flames bridged out, reducing the accumulated snow around him to thaw. The inferno of Hell had been unleashed through the ranks. The Western advanced faltered completely under the sheet of charring heat. Flesh and meat softened until bones began to peel through. Men forsaken to burn in the swelter, their hands wrenching chunks of fat and sinews from frame as they tried to palm the calcine away.

There was no exact metric for how many individuals Scorpio felled. But were this indeed his final stand, he did his Unit, his Faction and his family proud.

As the brutish trauma over took the Incinerator wielding Soldier, the Rebels were given no chance to even regroup. For now there strode the Dread Beast himself, a last ditch to seize the day and save his boys; or go down swinging. Xerrzyk liked that. This was a man that could survive in Hutt Space, the very ilk of being that would never find himself downtrodden in this Galaxy.

"Ahaha!" Xerrzyk howled wildly, despite the heavy losses, the men still continued on. Chanting their courage even where none may have been. "KILLYA E CHU TA!"

"KAKO KREESPA E CHU TA!"

The Klatooinian tossed aside his spent Cylix Pistol, unsheathing instead, a rather rugged looking Blade of death. The length and girth of which you most assuredly did not want to find delving in to your depths. "PATKA!!" He wailed with rasping growl.

And the two sides would finally meet face-to-face, a final free-for-all to seize victory or live on in whispered legend and everlasting glory.

The fight was on.

 

[Jaius Sovv]

Location: Outer Edge of Kaeshana System
Objective: Tense First Order Negotiations
Allies: [member="Anya Venari"], [member="Arieth zh'Vranthi"], Galactic Alliance and Friends
Opponents: [member="Natasi Fortan"], [member="Nathaniel Barrett"], First Order and Friends


Bridge, Consular-class Corvette ANS Truth and Reconciliation
Kaeshana System, Outer Rim

As the Grand Moff's transmission terminated, all eyes aboard the Reconciliation involuntarily turned once more to the aged Sullustan head of state, who for his part could only close his eyes and pray to the Force to guide him to salvation in a situation that seemed all but hopeless. His tactic had payed off in that he had finally been put in touch with those in system capable of making the ultimate decisions, but he had gravely underestimated the umbrage they would take with his accusations, potentially to the folly of them all. Too late President Sovv had realized that, even within the First Order's civilian government, he was dealing with ideologues. The unrestrained fury in both the Commissioner and Grand Moff's voices suggested that they truly believed their empire's efforts on the surface to be humanitarian in nature, and that they were the victims of some tyrannical oppressor. Was First Order propaganda so effective that they truly believed Kaeshana's proximity to Alliance space hadn't played a factor in their Supreme Leader's decision to annex the system?

And then there was the matter of Moff Fortan's final ultimatum, and the threat Jaius could not ignore. Cleanse the surface, she had said. Reducing every hostile combatant on this planet to cinders. The presumed ranking Imperial official in the system had just threatened to commit a war crime. No matter what sort of spin he put on it in transmissions he would have to send to Sullust those words had more than likely sealed Kaeshana's fate. There had been very little hope to begin with, a fool's hope really, but he knew there was no way the Triumvirate would capitulate under the threat of an act of terrorism and mass murder. Had this been their intention all along? To bait the Alliance into conflict, and escalate the matter until it inevitably led to war? The latest intelligence reports had suggested that the First Order war machine was still years away from being in a position to strike at the Federation, but those were based on estimated proliferation of outdated first hand accounts. The fact was, the SIS had been unable to glimpse the full scope of the Imperial Navy in some time.

"Stand by, Concordia," he managed at last, if only to avoid compounding the situation by insulting them with silence.

Think, Jaius, think.

"Captain Jas, I require the use of your ready room," the President continued, regaining some of his lost composure. The captain nodded his assent as he continued, "I will require a tightbeam to Sullust Base, high priority. I know I have already asked much of your men, Captain, but if you would allow me a final indulgence I would request that you have your communications officers attempt to put me in contact with someone on the surface in a position of authority."

"That'd be difficult, Mister President," Jas pondered for a moment, "What with all the ECM interference going on in high orbit. It might be easier to relay your message to the Hereafter, and from there the Commodore can put you in touch with the commander of Alliance ground forces."

"You misunderstand me, Captain," Jaius interrupted, "I require someone in a position of civilian authority. Someone within the Eldorai contingent of the Tygaran Alliance would be preferable, but beggars can't be choosers."

"Ah, very well sir. In that case, I still think our best bet is the Herafter, her comms package is light years more sophisticated."

"I leave it to your expertise," the diminutive Sullustan bowed before shuffling off the bridge with the aid of his hovercane and into the ready room adjacent.

Giving a cursory glance to ensure he was truly alone after he had had approached the nearest data terminal, he signed into the Alliance datanet under his personal credentials and began composing the most positive report that he dared of the current situation and the negotiations up to that point without manipulating any of the facts. With a heavy heart, Jaius forced himself to type out the Grand Moff's words promising violent and large scale reprisal should the Alliance not comply with their wishes. He finished on the most hopeful note that he could, that he would be making one last attempt at negotiations and begging to be allowed more time to attempt arbitration procedures before sending the databurst off, on its way to the capital as fast as the most advanced communications array in the Alliance armada would allow.

The President then sat in silence, second guessing every single decision and word that he had used that he led them to this point, as the minutes seemed to stretch on into eternity. When he was finally interrupted, it was not by a response from the Triumvirate, but by a buzz from the hatch door leading to the bridge.

"Come," he managed, loud enough to be heard through the bulkhead wall.

"Forgive the intrusion, sir," it was Captain Jas, "Comm techs on the Hereafter have managed to raise the leader of the Eldorai expedition to the surface, Countess Selene Tarai of the Tygaran Alliance and ambassador to the Queen of the Eldorai diaspora."

"My, isn't that the mouthful," he muttered, even as he realized that now was likely not the best time for playful xenophobia, "I'll take the transmission in here. How much time until the deadline?"

"Just under a half hour, Mister President," the Captain hid it well, but Jaius could see the concern in the man's eyes bordering on fear.

"Thank you, Captain Jas," Sovv said as the Nabooian moved to leave, "For everything."

Jas paused, nodded, and left the Sullustan alone in the ready room once more. Taking another moment to quell his own fear, he tapped into the transmission, "Countess Tarai, I am afraid we do not have much time for pleasantries. First, I must urge you and what those of the populace you can muster to begin evacuation or shelter procedures as swiftly as possible, if you have not already. I fear that in their arrogance the First Order may seek to do irreparable harm to the planet and its people if they cannot claim it for their own.

Second, though I know you know me not and owe me nothing, nor should you have any cause to treat with those who would seek to annihilate your long lost home, but I beseech you aid me in convincing this Grand Moff of her folly. Both in the hopes of staving off catastrophe here on Kaeshana, and in averting the inevitable galactic war to follow. Help me, Selene Tarai. You're my only hope."

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Location: FIV Warspite, En Route to Kaeshana System
Objective: Eliminate All Hostiles
Allies: [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Basileus Isauros "]| [member="Aran Piett"]
Enemies: [member="Kyrana Gould"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Vilin"] | [member="Alexandra Morrow"] | [member="Talyn Krane"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"]

​

Looking over the forward bay, Admiral Yvarro's fingers tapped along the dashboard. Silently she counted the seconds until they would merge. She knew exactly what she was looking for and who she was looking for the moment she dropped into the system. "Link us on a secure channel to Grand Admiral Tregessar." The redhead ordered, and waited as her lieutenant signalled for the secure connection. "A pleasure to see you again Tregessar, looks like you could use some assistance. The 7th Tactical Fleet will be at your disposal, task forces seventy-one and seventy-two are inbound within the hour hang tight. In the meantime, I'll keep this one busy ." Once long ago, the First Order was laughed at, sneered at - Imperial fanatics. Then Castameer. And who saved the Galaxy then? The First Order. Who engaged the Sith, enraged the Sith who went to Dosuun for guns and ships and then the balance shifts. The First Order was there, they were organised and they needed to be organised again, and she was here to ensure that.

"@Commodore Carlyle Rausgeber, it's good to see you again - I trust you've been keeping the enemy busy. Are you in need of fresh ships? Task forces seventy-six and seventy-seven should be along within two hours. I will send them your way just as soon as they appear in the system." From there she looked down at the tactical stations she need only give them a look as they charged Hypervelocity cannons, all other guns now loaded began to turn to face the enemy fleet. The Warspite-class Dreadnought was built to address the First Order's severe lack of long range naval vessels. Fiolette commanded the namesake, and with her, she brought the Fortans. Hit and run corvettes, Inflictors which performed admirably during Castameer and the Daggers which proved more than their worth during the same battle.

Lieutenant Commander Walzer slipped a datapad to the forward bay, and more aptly into Fio's hands. Admiral Yvarro took the pad and read over it, reading through the information presented she turned to her holomap. "Walzer." Yvarro remarked, "hold order on the cannons, keep guns turned and aimed at the Barsen'Thor but I want you to move us here, and get the faster vessels there now." Turns out for as massive as a ship as the Barsen'Thor was it too faced the same problem as the Warspite, only - the Warspite could manage some manner of rear firing, albeit not nearly as effective as her forward firing.

The bow of the ship began to move, one could see she was going to turn giving her side to the enemy. Her long range batteries would begin to fire, meanwhile the smaller of the fleet, the Fortan's, the Daggers and Inflictors moved with haste going the long way to try and flank the Barsen'Thor. Granted, they'd have to contend with the rest of the enemy forces, but for now, their job was to draw fire.

Fleet: Task Force 74
ETA: 1 Post

Spoiler

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

 

[Hansen]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRhg2zvalXc[/youtube]​

FN-888 "Helden"
Citadel of Dawn.

Helden continues firing her blaster alongside the remaining combat effective members of her platoon. "We're going to need some anti-tank weapons up here soon!" Joan cries, the sound of clanking approaches closer. The burning where blaster bolt fell intensifies, and her breathing labours. Adrenaline begins to wear off and fatigue sweeps over the Stormtrooper Officer, grip on blaster loosens somewhat. Joan stops firing, and takes left-hand from blaster and gently places open-hand against breastplate, she collapses back onto her behind down into trench. Hands find themselves clasping around helmet, her mind goes docile, void and fills with the voices of men who she does not recognise; A choir that drowns out all thought or cacophony of combat. "Father.....I'm sorry I disappointed you." Tears stream down Joan's cheeks with fingers scratching at the 'brow' of helmet with a shaky hand, sobbing uncontrollably. "Why did you leave?" 3rd Platoon firing, Sev runs down the Trench and plants a hand on Joan's harness covered shoulder and gives a firm shake.

"Aye! Snap out of it boss." The incensed NCO growls angrily, a great ringing in his ears caused by some unnatural force. Sev's left-hand slaps across Joan's faceplate firmly and screams at the Commissioned Officer. "Three-Eight! Get it together, your troops need you! I need you here!" Sev goes to slam the Lieutenant's back against the slit trench wall. His deep emerald green eyes search for her visor.

Joan breathes heavily and meets Sev's gaze with a vacant look, gaze turns to the white snow-covered Earth. Joan clasps the F-11D in hands, and steadily comes to stand and peer over the Trench again. "I will not let you down." Joan growls through her lips. "I will not let you down!" Joan's eyes see a front of Stormtroopers in the place of the Galactic Alliance, she hesitates for a moment and looks back to Sev, Joan greets the sight of an animated, mutilated corpse. Joan takes a deep, frightened gasp through her nose and mouth.

"What are you doing!? Fire!" Sev snaps and looks back over his shoulder gestured back to his previous position down the slit trench by "Red" so named for his distinctive red and curly hair. Sev is perhaps the least affected by the mental assault and Joan the most. Everyone of the Stormtroopers is affected in some way, their focus and willingness to fight wanes for a moment. Until the Galactic Alliance renews their assault and automation kicks in, their response to return fire regardless of how clumsy. With the E-WEBS not setup, Origin and Handsoff man them and hammer the advancing troops

Hotshot feels his skin combust into incorporeal flame and he looks down over his own armour. He shoots eyes up into the air with F-11D blaster in both hands. "I'm on fire!" Hotshot laughs happily and looks over towards Red who he also sees burning. "Red! Your burning!" Hotshot leaps forward and tackles the Stormtrooper. Hotshot straddles Reds' hips and slaps his hands across the mans' armor. "Hold still! Hold still!" Hotshot frantically attempts to smother the 'flames' dancing across Reds' armour, while the Pyromaniac enjoyed watching their enemies burn. That enjoyment doesn't extend to his friends.

"Get off me fuel for brains!" Red pushes the bottom of his boot against Hotshot's breastplate and twists, trying to get up off of the ground. Hotshots' hands slapping against his back irritates the ill-tempered Stormtrooper. Red pushes up on a knee and sends an elbow towards Hotshots' helmeted head. Smacking into the Flametroopers' head and sending him onto bottom. Red shoulders his F-11D and fires over towards the Infantry in the open who attempt to take cover in the foxholes created on the road thanks to the bombardment.

"All sections! Scrap the Droids!" Sev Orders, the whole platoon including the E-WEB emplacements turn the fire upon the durable droids advancing on their position, the sheer amount of fire heading towards his unit is blinding. Sev growls angrily. "Chin up boys! They're lining right up for us!" The observation earns a boisterous and bellicose cheer from the Stormtroopers, who now overcome the mania forced upon them, all with the exception of FN-888 who still struggles to overcome her flaw and fires wildly. Sev for all intents of purposes is leading the platoon, doing his job in the absence of Lieutenant Lunor.

@[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'], @[member='HK-36'].

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

Location: Near Orbit of Kaeshana
Objective: Blow the Missiles | Engage [member="Asmus Janes"]
Allies: [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] | @Carlyle Rasugeber
Enemies: @Roth Tillian | [member="Kurt Meyer"] | @Choli Vyn | [member="Laira Vereen"]

If there was any time to remember all your training it was now. She cut her speed and swung 180, firing at the supposed brilliant missiles. Pushing her speed back to normal she swung back around to find the enemy. She then noticed something on her radar, a squadron heading for First Order fleets above Kaeshana. Orders were orders her job was to intercept and that was exactly what she planned on doing. Songbird waited as her lockbox pinged around the enemy fighter. "Varactyl two, lock your target. Varactyl three - on two, Varactyl four - on me, stick together boyles and ghouls, lead and chase." A simple, classic tactic lead one enemy into a chase while your partner comes in behind and fires off a round or two. She wanted to save their missiles until an absolute must. Dirty things missiles, took out all the fun of a dog fight in her opinion. "Varactyl-four ready to flip and slide on my mark."

She needed her partner come in right between her and the enemy while she slid behind him, she waited for her partner to acknowledge. "Varactyl-one ready on your go."

"Three, two, one - go."

Varactyl-four flipped between her and [member="Asmus Janes"] while she slid down and back, cutting her speed down before picking it back up and getting behind him,lockpinged again. "Locking guns, three, two." The familiar sound of TIE Interceptors screaming through the stars whilst firing could be heard, watching as streaks of illuminated the path behind them heading into her targets direction.

 

[HK-36]

Character: NPC Dropships ferrying Abregado reinforcements
Location: Battle for the Citadel of the Dawn
Objective: Land reinforcements, get out, bring more
Allies: [member="Kurt Meyer"]
Enemies: [member="Nils Brenner"]
Forces: +60 Iron Legionnaire Drones in a 6x10 Phalanx armed with light Magnetic Repeaters,
+4 medium Spider-Droid Mobile Weapon Platforms, two equipped with RC-1 rotary cannons, two equipped with MD-1 mass drivers
+1 heavy Spider-Droid Mobile Weapon Platform, equipped with two RC-1 rotary cannons mounted on the sides, one main MD-1 mass driver gun

During his bout with Kurt in the skies over Kaeshana, Nils would be able to see more of those dropships he came for in the process head for the surface. As the duo fought and chased each other in the high-speed high-stake game that was dog-fighting, three dropships managed to sneak through and were conducting their disembark process, one of them were rather average looking vessels, the other two were larger, heavier variants.

As the reinforcements they brought in left the transport and assembled by the LZ, protected from a strafing or bombing run for now by the anti-air emplacements Pyre and Firemane set up in their deployment area, it seemed that other FO pilots either ignored or did not manage to break through the defenses yet to intercept them after Nil's initial shot-down of some of their landing craft.

Out of the light dropship another phalanx of infantry drones was assembled, forming into their neat phalanx, this time holding light magnetic repeaters, before all begun to march out in the direction of the battle. From the heavier dropships a large, menacing looking tank spider droid would be dropped down on the landing zone, its large limbs moved over great distance at a slower rate, two rotary cannons were suspended from is sides, a vicious mass driver protruded from its center. It was less of a droid and more of an automated walker. The other heavy dropship carried aboard 4 medium spider-droids, somewhat bigger than their light counters parts these mobile weapons featured armored plates on the front limbs to act as shields for soldiers who could be advancing along side it, along with two guns mounted overhead its chassis. Two of the medium spider-droids had double rotary cannons, two had mass drivers.

Nils would be able to see the reinforcements begin to move out as the dropships raised up into the sky to make their way back to the capital ships that spawned them. He still had enough time to launch an attack against these heavier reinforcements, as few of them it was, or intercept the dropships on their way out, or perhaps wait for the next batch to come swooping in with yet more troops. Due to the blockade, or whatever was left of it and the FO trying to keep it maintained, Abregado could send only a handful of dropships at a time.

So what was Nils going to do, focus on his opponent, ever present on his tail in that game of cat and mouse they played? Or would he try to divide his attention and intercept or damage the reinforcements heading towards his comrades on the ground? Of course he would be able to always send out a communication to one of the other pilots and have them help him out as well.

 

[Kuzo]

Kaeshana
Crashed Transport
​South of Santaissa
Allies: FO
​Enemies: Creators of the Force Storm
[member="Vexen"] [member="Micah Talith"]

There had never been so much weight in two words. I'm sorry. For a moment, she couldn't breath, couldn't think. And it had nothing to do with the physical pain.

She was vaguely aware that the two exchanged more words, but they were lost in a background roar that filled her head. They hadn't be friends.

Sergeant Meers. Lieutenant Malik. Private Soren. The comm officer.....

She hadn't even known all of their names.

Beyond that shock of people she had known only a short time ago, now gone, was the gripping nausea of the fact that she ought to be dead. The only reason she wasn't was because she hadn't been strapped in. If she hadn't been thrown clear of the crash..... such a slim chance. The soldiers following safety protocols had perished. But here she was, staring sightlessly at the flames.

It took a moment for the question to sink in. She blinked slowly, looking confused for a moment. Why ask that? What did it matter? Between the pain and the weight of how death had almost taken her (and what that could mean, selfish selfish creature), she couldn't parse the importance. But finally, she did manage a response.

​"Um. I think- yes. There are."

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Location: Northwest of Citadel of Dawn
Allies: [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Aizen"] others
Enemies: [member="HK-36"] [member="Choli Vyn"] others

Images swirled in Ludolf's mind - distant memories resurfaced, that had not been brough to the fore in some time. There is no escape... a voice echoed in his mind as he worked the controls of the Reaver tank. You will die here...

There was only one problem with clouding Vaas' mind with such thoughts - he spurned them on.

The Supreme Commander, fully absorbed by his activated programming, was perfectly happy to die in battle, here and now. There could be no greater glory than to achieve death while serving the Sith Emperor. In fact, he relished the opportunity. He would continue to kill until he drew his last breath. Thoughts of past pain crept to the fore of his mind - memories of his training as an Agent, which by all accounts would classify as torture in any other circumstance. He was worked until he could work no more, beaten until he could feel nothing. The physical pain from those memories began to creep back into his muscles. But it had all been for a purpose. Agents could not use the Force, but the training was similar to any Jedi or Sith protocol. Physical strength was only part of the battle. When one was beaten to within an inch of his life, unable to handle even one more lashing, when one was face-down in the mud, enduring the elements and approaching muscle failure, unable to do even one more push-up - that was when mental strength took over. That was the clarion call of Agents of the old Sith Empire.

"Sir, we're being fired upon!" Said one of Ludolf's makeshift crew, in reference to HK's spider droids, clearly affected by the mental mindrape coming from [member="Nima Tann"] and [member="Elpsis Elaris"].

Ludolf stared over his shoulder coldly. "So fire back." Then, he floored the Reaver tank.

Doubtless the mental illusion was affecting the enemy troops as well. Even a master mentalist couldn't sort through literally thousands of minds at once, and distinguish friend from foe based on adrenaline and battlefield rage alone. In situations like these, those emotions were the great equalizer between the two disparate factions of the First Order and the Galactic Alliance. When the speeches stopped and the battlefield was all that remained, they remained only one thing - soldiers. And now those soldiers, being affected by the very same mental block, were being crushed underfoot by Ludolf's commandeered machine.

It was probably for the best that [member="Samka Derith"] and her own powers began to cancel out the deleterious effects, but it also meant that Ludolf couldn't simply squash enemy soldiers under his treads anymore. That, and the fire from one of HK's spider droids had now succeeded in hitting the side of the Reaver.

If nothing else, he was at least getting the Galactic Alliance to blow up their own tanks. That was something, right?

"We've lost a tread!"

Ludolf knew that the Reaver wouldn't last much longer. Quickly, he grabbed the body of the slain Firemane(?) operator and propped it on the forward pedal of the tank. The machine would careen towards the mountains back towards friendly lines, but it would likely be destroyed by whatever was firing upon them before being stopped by any boulders in the way. Ludolf hurriedly made for the hatch and climbed it, finding the heavy turret waiting for him at the top. He then witnessed the culprits of his new tank's demise; HK's droids. Quickly, he activated his energy shield and took the reins of the turret, unleashing a torrent of turret fire at one droid, then another, hoping to down as many as possible with him.

Meanwhile, the rest of 214th Legion Odile Vaiken had arrived to reinforce their position. A full Legion usually approached 10,000 men, but unfortunately, Odile Vaiken was an understrength Legion. It could not be brought up to full strength in time for the battle. At least they were some of the finest soldiers the First Order had to offer, perhaps second only to the White Wolves Legion. [member="Choli Vyn"]'s squadron would no longer go unmolested as it strafed the Stormtroopers in the mountains; now several AA/P walkers began firing their homing missiles up at their fighters.

214th Legion Odile Vaiken

Spoiler

4,300 Stormtroopers (+approximately ~750 still in the mountains from initial Regiment)
5 All-Terrain Tactical Transport
15 All-Terrain Flame Assault
5 FRT-01
9 AA/P-VW
3 FL4-AW

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Darth Carnifex"]


The Lightning failed to fry the Sith Lord, but his bike had been taken out of the game. As she hovered in mid-air, Siobhan felt him unleash his malevolent power upon her jets, driving a precise telekinetic strike against the mechanism that allowed her to take to the skies. As he exerted his power, she shook in the air, finding it difficult to maintain her balance.


These were no ordinary jets, but an Abregado-Rae Guild of Hammers design. The fuel was contained in a canister made out of Echani Graphite, which meant that while it was possible to somewhat damage them through telekinetic manipulation of the mechanisms and wiring, they would not suddenly explode. If Jango Fett had worn such a model, he might have survived Geonosis.


But the Sith Lord's assault was not without effect. Her jet pack twisted under his power, as its functionality was impaired and it was busted slightly. It would be less effective if she tried to fly once more. When faced with the choice between fighting to stay in the air or abandoning her lofty position, she chose the latter. The ground shook beneath her when her boots touched down, landing heavily. Her armour's weight was considerable and it showed, but still she stood. Implacable. Resolved. Amidst the chaos, she found her centre as the eye in the storm.


Her face was concealed by her helmet. If someone could've looked upon her features, they would've seen naught but hatred and wroth. No words left her lips, for she was not the type to speak and exchange witty quips in combat. Twin beams that were the colour of blood exploded from Kaine's curved weapons. Siobhan's own lightsabres were on her belt, but did not find their way into her grasp.


Rather, a pistol rested in one her gauntlet-covered hands. A Sonic Wave Pistol purchased from Fire for Effect. Siobhan was very fond of sonic weapons. This one fired a mass of concentrated sound that was devastating to living tissue, and when struck would explode concussively outward. Inorganic matter such as armour would be ruptured. The Grandmistress squeezed the trigger, firing a burst towards one of Kaine's hands. Contact with lightsabres would cause an explosion.


The Force flowed through her as she unleashed her telekinetic willpower upon the monster facing her. To be precise, she applied tremendous power to the Sith's tibias, wrapping a telekinetic vice-grip around it. These were the load-bearing bones in the calf. It was very detrimental if you lost them. The fingers of her free hand curled into a fist, clamping down upon the Sith's leg with a surge of power in an attempt to will those bones to shatter, drawing upon the power she'd used to help bring down a Star Destroyer.

 

[Aizen]

POST: XI
Location: Citadel of Dawn
Allies: [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="FN-888"] [member="Torian Pierce"] [member="BE-183"] [member="Djacen Koyne"] [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Enemies: [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"]
TAG: [member="Canal"]

Nothing. That is what he saw.

He could see only black.

Was this the end? Aizen had so many questions but most importantly, why did he still hurt? His entire body had always hurt, a perpetual onslaught of phantom pain quivering through his cybernetic husk to his brain. Still living was a blessing and yet such a curse with such a gruesome burden. It was his anger in life. The pain of being....this.

Aizen punch exploded through the soot and debris. His exposed cybernetic hand could still sense the temperature shift ever so slightly. It was then he realized what had happened. He had been buried alive under the explosion. He remembered it happen so slowly but unable to do anything about it. Squeezing round after round at the Galactic Alliance he saw out of the corner of his eye the carpet bombing of the location. He had no animosity for the attack - this was for the First Order. Damn everyone else. He could feel the impact slam into his Storm Trooper armor and resonate down to the very core of his cybernetics, throwing him some distance. Everything else went blank. That was where he had found himself.

Aizen slowly emerged from below, the debris rolling off him like old skin. Damn it hurt, he thought as his face rubbed against the blackened ground. Body parts scattered with no prejudice. The scent of death seemed to linger on the planet itself. He curled as his pain factor seem to magnify, each one of his four cybernetic arms grasping at the ground below in agony. He started a burst of uncontrolled coughing, snot bursted out of his nostrils and coating his face in the process. He was a mess. Damn it hurt. His cybernetic eye cycled through the spectrum. He could nothing more than laugh as he could still see the battle wage on in the distance and slowly get closer.

Aizen forced himself to lick the dirt his face so graciously bowed upon. It was his reality. The bitter taste and stench which caressed his tongue was a reality he did not want to face, but knew he eventually would. Do you want to be lower than dirt, is what they use to say. Keep fighting and rise from the ashes until every bit of strength was wiped away was his motto. That was the First Order way. Finish it or be finished.

Aizen arose, stumbling quite frequently, as he tried to get his strength in order. His eye picked up something closing. A jet pack. Zoom and magnify. His day kept getting better. It was a group of Mandalorians [member="Canal"] from the looks of them. This day kept getting better. He couldn't fight them here. Not like this. Take them out and regroup with the force.

He grabbed for his sniper rifle, but found that it had busted from the blast. All other weapons checked in good. He could do this. He was trained to do this. Get to the tree line and use it to his advantage. They were going down. They all were.