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

[Arlen Rossi]

Location: Comm Tower, Santaissa
Objective: Praying to Bogan for more Masters and PCs to appear.
Allies: [member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Enemies: [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"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-u3Ux6ky57Y ​

NPC Actions

[Taryc Ap'Irae]

As the scout troopers and their vehicles took positions, they would engage the Alliance reinforcements that had beat them to the tower. The Alliance soldiers fought with a ferocity like they were possessed, but the seasoned scouts matched them with cool professionalism, no special motivation required to carry out their mission.

Against the backdrop of the polluted snow and drab ruins, the Alliance troops were easy to pick out in their pearly white armor, embellished with bright red decals. The soldiers looked better suited for honor guard duty rather than live combat. By contrast, while the scout troopers' camouflage wasn't ideal for a more urban setting (they had been called out from well beyond Santaissa on other assignments), the patterns still helped break up their silhouette to the naked eye.

They held the advantage against the Alliance troops with a superior loadout of weapons and equipment. Their mass driver-based rippers could make short work of shields and armor alike with ion enveloped vibro-flechettes. The projectiles could punch through thin cover without too much trouble on their way to their target, though their damage on impact would be reduced. Conversely, the scout troopers were all equipped with mobile shields, giving them an added layer of defense against blaster fire. For scout troopers situated under the cover of the shield MDU, the small arms fire was a non-issue as they retaliated.

Gunners laid down supressive fire with their compliment of light repeaters, and special weapons teams slammed into enemy positions with their disruptor rifles and launchers, all rated to take down things much tougher than soft targets like infantry. From under the cover of the shield, and near the tower, the Sabers, MDUs, and repulsor sleds joined the fray hitting Alliance soldiers with a combination of beam weapons, rockets, missiles, and explosive mortar shells in a devastating combined arms assault.

As a hostile Force Adept rose up to start projecting deadly energy, some scout troopers logically prioritized targeting the Adept. The key to stopping any Force User was breaking their concentration, especially when they were carrying out great feats like a certain Adept before them.

[Kiyron]

A scout trooper went down, but was not killed. While her portable shield was not meant to stop physical projectiles, it had slowed down the pellet enough to keep the impact on her shoulder from being fatal. The trooper had been taken out of commission, though, and reduced to a cursing mess as she reached for a med pack to treat her wound.

Scout troopers were all very well versed in the realm of markmanship, often fulfilling the role of snipers for the First Order and its previous iterations. From training and experience, they knew the shot could have only come from a few positions from their vantage point. With their inbuilt macro-binoculars and drones, they zeroed in on these positions until a lone life sign reading came up.

A team took aim at the location with their rippers, charging their shots to greatly extend the range and power. They probably wouldn't get the hostile sniper, but they would keep them too busy to impact the fight.

As a drone was destroyed, operators gave the rest instructions to take more erratic maneuvers as they continued their ISR mission. The drones' small profile and sensor baffling frame should have worked to keep them from being easily targeted in the first place in the midst of a blizzard, but everyone gets lucky.

[Ryan Korr + Kaida Taldir]

The Alliance ships just beat Wraith Squadron to the comm tower, too late to intercept before it dropped off its passengers, but a two-man ship would target the shuttle as it cleared the immediate vicinity of the tower with a combination of laser and ion fire.

The squadron of TIE Hunters didn't concern themselves with the landed passengers, only being cleared to take out aerial targets for the time being running interdiction, but Wraith Leader took note of a convoy approaching from the North, wary for enemy sensor pings. In the meantime, Wraith Squadron provided another set of eyes for friendly forces on the ground.

[Kira Vaal + Ghorumgash Khazund-Veranum]

The insurgent scum was allowed to pass without the speeder patrols initiating contact, simply relaying news of their advance to other friendly units concentrated closer to the tower so that they would be prepared.

Similarly, another mass of infantry and vehicles had been spotted by recon drones and Wraith Squadron, approaching the vicinity of the comm tower, and their advance was also quietly tracked and reported.

((If I didn't reference you specifically, just assume that you'll start getting hit when you come into close range of the tower, or start shooting/stabbing/magicking. I'll respond more specific actions as needed. Truly sorry if I missed anyone, but I just got slammed by a ton of alts overnight.))

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The fellowship of operatives within the tower had completed the tasks that she had given to render the tower completely inoperable, and not a moment too soon, for the area was now being swarmed by Alliance forces from all sides. Arlen wasn't bothered by this in the slightest. It had been expected and welcomed for what was about to come. They now massed against the operatives at their detriment.

"Specter to Garuda (Area Air Command), I need immediate exfil for a squad of Class One VIPs from the comm tower, and I need it fifteen minutes ago."

"Copy that, Specter. I can divert gunships to the tower. ETA, three minutes."

"Negative, the tower is set for demolition. Come in from the South side, and then I'll have the VIPs coordinate with them."

"Alright, gunships will check in when in range for pickup."

"Thank you."

"Ashen, you get that? Three minutes to figure out to how get off that tower before it's slag. I'd appreciate it greatly if you got my two snipers down the tower with you."

She switched channels to address her pair of Juggernauts. She hadn't just brought them to be used for transport, but to also fulfill the role of indirect fire support. With their payload of missiles, they could reach any part of the city to rain down fiery hell."

"Specter to Mammoth, are you ready to go?"

"Affirmative. We're seeing a lot of activity coming your way."

"Yes, and I need it all gone. Requesting fire mission. Prioritize tower, vehicles, and enemy infantry concentrations in that order. Forward observers on the scene will transmit precise coordinates. Danger close."

"I'm going to connect you to Darth Veles now," she informed the vehicle commander as she linked them with Ashen. "You will commence fire on his command, then you will not stop until the insurgents and Alliance think that Kaeshana just got hit by another impact."

"Wew, affirmative! Awaiting Darth Vele's command." Someone was excited to finally make use their big guns and missiles.

It was done, the preparations had been made, all that was needed was for Ashen and her party to get clear of the tower.

She started issuing orders to her company for begin their withdrawal. They were all fine soldiers, and she would not waste her unit on another-soon-to-be-pile of rubble. Buildings and structures were easily replaced, lives, not so much. Which was why it still remained unclear why the GA would come out in full force against the FO on this godforsaken planet of all places. The claws of their curious cultist allies seemed to be buried deep.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

[member="Nathaniel Barrett"] | [member="Jaius Sovv"] | [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmmZVI_Q9M8​

The adrenaline that coursed through her veins made her heart pound, and the Grand Moff was suddenly drained, not just of energy but strength and color. Her dark eyes looked almost black against her skin, by now blanched almost white in uncertainty and fear. She allowed herself a few moments' respite as she reclined in her hoverchair, painfully aware that a subordinate was in her quarters, that she had come this close to losing control of herself in front of him. What must he think of her now? Flopping about in her hoverchair, cowed by the herculean task of standing.

I can't do the job, she admitted to herself, not for the first time since the Siege of Dosuun. What am I doing here? What can I accomplish like this? I may well cost the First Order Kaeshana...

Her eyes flicked open and she hauled herself up into a fully ramrod straight seated position. "I'm so sorry you had to witness that," Natasi said curtly to [member="Nathaniel Barrett"]. "I apologize; things haven't been quite the same since Dosuun." She flicked a non-existent piece of dust from her sleeve and rested her hands on the desk in front of her, one reaching out to activate the tactical display that would hover over the table between the two government officials. "I'm so sorry that you had to witness what you witnessed. That you had to endure what you had to endure." She stared at the tactical map for a few moments and then turned to the communications console. "Captain, this is Nebula," she said calmly. "Priority signal to Dosuun command. Recommend Supreme Leader take shelter. Dispatch fleets, codenames Korriban and Eriadu, to the Kaeshana system. Full escort contingents. Beam a signal to Grand Admiral [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] and ask for recommended coordinates for their reversion to real-space."

"Right away, Your Excellency," said the Captain.

"Keep me apprised of any developments, and if the Truth and Reconciliation hail back. Otherwise, we are not to be disturbed."

"Of course, Your Excellency," the Captain replied curtly. Natasi cut the signal and floated away from the table, going over to the sideboard and opening the doors to pull out a bottle of gin. Normally she would have had tonic, but she didn't really have time for all that mess. She dropped a few ice cubes into a crystal glass and then poured a double measure of gin into the glass. "Can I tempt you?" she asked [member="Nathaniel Barrett"]. When everything had been settled, she hovered back on over to the table. They sat in silence for a few moments, Natasi staring at the tactical display. She didn't know if she had it in her to do what was needed. She didn't know whether she could give an order that would kill hundreds of people -- even if they were enemy combatants who deserved no special protections. It was an awesome, terrifying feeling to have that power at her command. It was also exhilarating, which terrified her even more. Should someone who felt a thrill at having that kind of destructive power at her fingertips be allowed to possess that power? A tremor ran through her, a chill of fear and excitement racing up her mangled spine.

After several minutes of silence, the Grand Moff turned her attention back to Barrett, studying him for a moment before she opened a drawer in the conference table and pulled a piece of paper and a pen from her desk. "Put yourself in my position," she told Barrett as she began to scrawl something on the paper. "You'll be Grand Moff one day. If you were in this situation, what do you do? Is this a bluff? Am I going to bombard the planet into atoms? What would you do?" She paused. "Thousands of First Order men on the planet. Thousands of Alliance soldiers. An unknown number of dark side cultists which, for some reason, the Galactic Alliance are supporting. Some number of civilians -- we'd like to spare their lives, but doing so is not a strategic imperative. The Galactic Alliance cannot hold this system." She set the pen down, spread her hands as if to invite an answer. "Well?"

 

[Valessia Brentioch]

Location: Aboard the Avenger, with Darth Prazutis
Allies: [member="Malok"] | @Darth Prazutis
Enemies: [member="Tanomas Graf"]
Objective: Kill'em All

The familiar sounds of Imperial klaxons rang throughout the vessel, she pushed the sound out of her mind and focused on her master. Malok and his brethren formed up a line in front of her master. Lights out around them, darkness. Valessia recalled moments with Sumiko and being deprived of all of her senses. Darkness such as this? Seemed like child's play in her opinion. As the blood of soldiers ran down the corridor a smile grew on her face, each pathetic scream - crying out in pain, the fear in their voices - the panic in the minds. It seemed to feed the dark side within her as if the black spot in her heart grew. Grew to accept all around them as it happened, a low-level chuckle emitted from her. Well aware that her master would do worse to her, here and now if he so desired, but then that was the cost she would pay for the path to power, the path to control.

Those who lingered were met with her own executive carbine. Barbaric, sure. When did she care for elegance? Murder, was never quite meant to be pretty, only when you meant to send a message. Today the only message she wanted to send was the price you paid when you karked with the First Order. Her hand outstretched as she felt the tendrils of the force, surround her, the overwhelming dark side aura the radiated off of her master - even Malok.

Flashes of red light up the corridor, her master's blade no doubt. Oh - the dead and dying, she would ease their suffering as they possessed no resistance Valessia focused on what she wanted to do. Recalling her time on Togoria of all places where force pushing the peasantry there came to be of use. Only now she wanted to do something a little more dangerous. And so on the poor unfortunate Imperial she focused, a smile on her face as the man laid slumped against the wall. A blaster still in his hand as she worked through the force and slowly, focused on the air going through his body and his throat. Her right hand closed together and he began to struggle for breath, choking. When he was dead, she looked at the others using force push to keep them along the wall, while her carbine finished any that may have lived through her master's slaughter following him on his path of destruction.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Aboard the Avenger, Standing next to [member="Tanomas Graf"]
Allies: [member="Tanomas Graf"]
Enemies: [member="Valessia Brentioch"] [member="Malok"] @Darth Prazutis
Objective: Drink a drink and wait.



Alexandra sighed as she walked along the ship, hearing the voices of officers and soldiers talk about the people boarding the Avenger. So few it seemed that it was a bother to even think about; they were after all simple Darksiders that really should learn their place. Her hand reached up to touch her shoulder, the wound long healed but her memories of the time after its being caused were still more than fresh to her. Something the drink in her other hand was quick to deal with as she brought the rum to her mouth and looked over her shoulder at another group of naval officers that rushed past her, one looking at the robed figure with confusion before continuing on and a buddy explaining her appearance.

Why was she here, well that was a question the officer had been asking but so would anyone that knew her. In truth, she was looking for a place in this world again and she had been asked by an old friend to keep an eye out on his successor. Of course, she was happy to do so, but that had brought with it a home that she had quickly settled into and soon enough became the grand master of this fledgling group's Knights. As for why she was on this ship here and now, wearing her robes and carrying all the weapons she normally did, well that was more easily answered. As Grand Master for this fledgling Emperor, she was here to protect and serve him alongside another of the Knights with a name that was all too familiar.

She looked to her side at the young man, his name being [member="Max Fel"]. In truth, she had not been able to meet with any of the other knights quite yet so this was her first time beside the man, much less speaking to him as she began. "You know, your predecessors once had an empire a few decades ago. A Friend of mine was a captain in it and he turned out quite well in the end. Roan or Ronan Fel was the man's name if I remember right." She's smiled as she remembered those years, even if she did look eighteen still in this newer body. She was still an Echani then, not having to wear an illusion in order to hide what she was now, the tail she kept hidden in her robes included in that fact.

Her hand brought the Rum to her mouth again as she waved her hand to open a door infront of her, the command center stretching out around her and her eyes darting to the emperor. "Hey, what is with all the noise..."

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: Citadel of Dawn,
Allies: [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Torian Pierce"], @Pharazon Darken, @FN-0888, [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Aizen"], [member="BE-183"]

Darth Vyrassu continued wading through Kathol Marines. [member="Joza Perl"] may have had an additional group of Marines being landed, and the darkly clad Sith Knight swung his lightsabre from side to side, rarely if ever going out of his way to actually eradicate them. In fact, he was heading straight for the trenches, for the likes of [member="Dax Fyre"] and multiple other Force users were wreaking havoc over the entire front lines.

However, it didn't fail to reach his acknowledgement that there were other force users like [member="Michael Sardun"] and [member="Aeron Kreelan"] were throwing tanks left, right, and centre as if they were paperweights. When the former however, had launched one of the FRT's at the head of the Sabercat, it had some distance to cross, obviously, its head already in that direction. Yet, its Turbolaser had just fired, however, its two Quad Heavy Laser Cannons had swung around to face the front of the Walker. With its heavy turbolaser on cooldown, it meant that the main weapon for long range combat was out, if only temporarily, with a regular, maad-38 laser cannon capable of punching a hole into medium armour, a heavy laser cannon, quad barreled, times two would utterly destroy it.

Repulsors targeted, fired upon, eliminated. Although it was thrown with the Force, the repulsors triggered a secondary explosion through the compartment of the FRT, instantly killing the occupants, probably. Perhaps there were screams of pain as they burned alive, but the Sabercat crew was heartless. Friendly fire? They belonged to the White Wolves. General Graush cared not for those that got in the way. Why should they? The explosion from the FRT caused it to drop prematurely. The second quad barreled shot caused it to be utterly destroyed. Merely a burning husk crashing against the secured Walker legs.

At that point, Michael Sardun was lucky enough to be rewarded with multiple volleys from Hellcaster cannons, and all three of the grenade launchers. They didn't aim for him specifically, more of an area of suppression, with total destruction being left in anything that was touched.

Citadel Defense Forces

• 5113 4782 Stormtroopers
• 12 8 FRT-01's
• 7 AT-CW
• 26 18 VA Mark 2 Speeders
• 12 AA/P-VW
• 8 6 F4L-AW

[member="Tempest"],

With apparent Galactic Alliance and Omega Pyre forces all swarming, or attempting to assault the Citadel, with the Juggernauts having dropped off their reinforcements in the Southern End of the Courtyard, all throughout were random structures, some created by the First Order that were still standing, such as the Command Centre, or perhaps an unnamed resupply and armoury points, anything a truly defensible position would need to stay, well, defended. Some of the shrapnel fired would've been stuck in these structures, or even the surrounding walls of the Citadel proper, or perhaps they found their wanted targets.

Regardless, the slightly larger than battalion had orders to break off into smaller numbers, companies, and platoons, naturally. Remaining as a single mass wasn't ideal, and deploying under fire was something they had been forced to do in the past. To this scale however, well, that was another story. Stormtroopers were struck by actual shells, explosions of shrapnel and whatever else penetrated the armour of others. Undoubtedly, in the minds of some stormtroopers, it was odd, worrisome to see weapons such as this used in place of plasma based weaponry. Almost barbaric to use weapons that didn't instantly kill their enemies. By the end of the day, they were going to need weapons like that, if they survived.

These troopers however, taken from the White Wolves Legion itself were the pinnacle of efficiency for the First Order. The best of the best perhaps. And it appeared that through that entire, morning, afternoon, evening, night, whatever the time it was, they were being assaulted from multiple directions. How long had it been since that Star Destroyer had fallen from the sky? Artillery walkers fired on the Thunderers. Anti-Air walkers aimed specifically for the Alliance's Cobra gunships and what other dropships they brought with them. Certainly, the First Order hadn't brought much vehicles due to the terrain and the 'unexpected' battle. Changes would have to be after this day.

The AT-CW's however, had explicitly remained towards the rear of the mass of vehicles and infantry. Although out of range of the Manticores which likely ravaged stray speeder bikes, other tanks, anti-air, or even artillery walkers, the Firemaw's certainly had an effect on the AT-CW's, though not as great as one might think, one was struck in the leg tipping over, and spilling out its occupants, while another had a 'glancing' strike across its top and left flank, however, glancing was putting it lightly. Striking through the heart of the lead Command Walker, it had enough time to fire off one last shot, six proton cannons launching their devastating projectiles in the hopes of wreaking havoc across the armour of the Firemane forces, specifically, the Firemaws that had decommissioned two of the Walkers.

Major Afreen, one of the commanding officers of the AT-CWs, attempted a line of communication with the artillery walkers belonging to [member="Ludolf Vaas"]' Vaiken Legion. Encrypted channels and all that kept it safe, even so, Afreen made sure the message was short, short enough to pass unawars by Alliance agents attempting to slice their channels.

Specifically, the message gave off a rough location of the Typhoons and Thunderers. Merely coordinates rather than spoken word, it was necessary to destroy them, or else the First Order's forces would be hard-pressed to actually hold the Citadel without being slaughtered.

Meanwhile, Darth Vyrassu had been making his way to the trenches. Kathol Outback Marines were needing to be broken, and with them assaulting the trenches, it left them likely unawares to the Sith Knight that was soon to be open them.

[OOC]: PM me if I missed something, trying to gear my posts to being more descriptive for the point of view of my character, rather than the NPC part.

 

[Dax Perl]

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

As if the heavens heard the battle below and sent a miracle to assist the Marines, a swarm of droids poured into the trenches, their unusual weapons being put to quick work as their once shining plating now shone dully, blood and grim covering the protective sheets of metal. The Rogue took only a moment to notice and appreciate the sudden wave of welcome support before going back to his work, extracting the blade of his saber from the body of a trooper. This area of the trench was cleared now. Or relatively so. Bolts still flew over his head, aiming to kill, but it seemed as if none came from within the dug in line which the TKO Marines now occupied.

Peering over the edge of the trench, Dax barely ducked back into cover, a marksman's bolt nearly striking him in the forehead. His only warning had been the distinct zap of a high powered blaster rifle superheating the air before sending plasma towards the Rogue. If the marksman had been close enough for Dax to clearly hear his blaster, there had been little time for reaction.. The Force had a hand there. Another Force-filled feeling swelled in Dax's mind. The presence of another powerful Forcer. And not a friendly one. Turning around to survey the area from which the bile inducing sensation originated from, the Knight spotted the crimson blade of a Sith ([member="Asharad Graush"]).

"Keep pushing forward!" Dax commanded the nearest marine, his shout even then barely audible over the din of blaster fire, "Stay low, stay fast. I'll keep that Sith off your backs! Just carve a path for the rest of our forces!" The marine nodded in affirmation before popping up and firing a shirt burst into the enemy lines. Whether or not the rounds had struck their targets, Dax didn't see. He'd already stepped up onto the field of battle. Another marksman bolt zipped toward's Dax's head as he made his first step towards the Sith. Once more, the Force warned him, and he brought his saber up, the red bolt suddenly turning around, the marksman's head snapping back, killed by his own weapon.

There was no epic pause in the raging battle as the two stared each other down. No waiting patiently for the first move as blaster's sent hails of deadly fire their way. There was simply chaos. Cutting a bloody swatch through the troopers which had flanked Dax and the marines, a trail of body followed Dax until he was close enough to the Sith to attack. Slashing across the chest of a trooper, Dax broke into a dead run towards the figure, made a short leap, and brought his saber's screaming down towards the Sith.

 

[Darth Metus]

Allies: The First Order, [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Enemies: [member="Tanomas Graf"], Imperial Remnant, GA

The Behemoth had anticipated as much.

One did not simply barge into the ship of an enemy and expect minimal resistance. ApeX had not counted on it, nor had they been blind to the fact. They had stirred up a literal hornet's nest - and it would be priority number one to see their intrusion put down. Malok was looking forward to it. You see, in his mind, the white-clad warriors were but an appetizer. They would be succulent morsels going down, yes, but they would not fulfill the Hunger that had drawn him.

Malok wanted to test his mettle against the infamy...against the legend...against the Pyre. These Imperials were but a warm up.

"Here come the reinforcements!"

"Steady. Steady!"

A chorus of gruff voices erupted before the Behemoth as his men witnessed the Marines' arrival. Yet, even in the face of these odds, ApeX did not back down. They did not falter in their goal - nor did they surrender any of their initial footsteps. Rather, they dug into where they stood and spanned the Wall from one length of the corridor to the other. The opening shots were exchanged, injuries and casualties were sustained; yet the Wall held. Those who fell were quickly swept back by their comrades before another able-bodied ape stepped in from the rear.

Snap. Hiss.

Malok's nostrils flared as the figure emerged from the far end of the corridor. Amidst blaster fire and Marines did he move, purpose in his steps - Wrath in his hands. He danced among the bolts, drawing closer and closer until...Anger. Hatred. Passion. The Darkness was here - angry bolts of electricity arced across the corridor and slammed into the Wall's front line. Although the sparks did not do much upon the ceramic Duraplast, it was...an assault upon their fortitude. The men were prepared for bombs, blasters, and demise.

But lightning was new and took some getting used to.

The onyx-clad assailant seized the opportunity while it was fresh, unleashing his saber in a deadly throw. Telekinetics bore it across, where ceramics would do nothing against the supreme cutting edge. Malok lost a decent chunk of his Wall's frontmost line. Thunder raged within his chest - his heart beat a mile a minute. The Darkness...he could feel it tugging at his essence, goading and egging him forward. It wanted him to fight - to break the man who so boldly cut down his subordinates.

"Borrowing."

The growl escaped Malok as the Force fell mightily upon him. It answered the unuttered, bent to his whim, and plucked a shield from a fallen comrade. It did not come to his hand, but rather it hung within the air - pinging blaster bolts harmlessly away from his person. The Behemoth advanced, shoving along the shield as he stepped past the wall...SHOOOM! A surge of speed gripped the hulking piece of duraplast. A mighty, telekinetic shove sent it flying straight for the Onyx One.

And in its wake came Thunder.

The Behemoth kept pace with the shield, practically sprinting down the space with Hammer in hand. He mustered his strength, put power into the swing, and aimed a mighty swipe at the Onyx One's legs. Now before [member="Tanomas Graf"] was a choice: handle the shield...or get mauled by the Train.

 

[Anya Venari]

[member="Jaius Sovv"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Naamah Aesham"]
Location: Citadel of Dusk

The Countess had been helping to oversee matters. She was not a soldier, no not at all, so she did not affect the placement of weapons. When it came to supervising and administering aid to her people though, that was where she was at work. As the Aspis shield was quickly installed and the Tempest cannon to give the base some bite as well as being able to defend.

However, one of her guard hurried over. “Lady Countess, an urgent message from orbit. He requests you in the conference room immediately.”
“I will come. Seraph Yinwarin, take over,” she ordered.

The situation was dire, and the President laid it all out. At the end of his speech, she took a deep breath.
“Mister President, I thank you for briefing me on this. I am the highest ranking member of the Eldorai government here on Kaeshana, and this is a dire situation. Currently, we have gathered seven million or so Eldorai either via evacuation or through their own means at the Citadel of Dusk. We are deploying a powerful energy shield which will allow us to deflect all but the heaviest bombardment within a vicinity of several kilometres. That shield with a defence cannon, will be coming online within half an hour.”

“We cannot evacuate the planet though. Firstly, we do not have the transport ships capable of such a movement, and secondly the First Order occupies enough space coverage to make doing so with such transports extremely dangerous. Our allies, the Kar’zun have shown us some deep caverns in the mountains, but we cannot house everyone there, and if the shield fails I fear all those gathered here will be at risk.”

“For their sake, Mister President, and because you as an ally ask me, I will treat with this…Grand Moff. Put me through to her and I will discuss matters. I am Her Majesty’s chief diplomat, so you need not fear me being indiscrete. Time is of the essence, Mister President, so if you wish me to go straight through to the Grand Moff or to wait, I will do so. The interests of my people must be heard, and if Kaeshana dies today for good, I wish to ensure that I have at least done all I could to avert it.”

 

[Vexen]

[member="Irajah Ven"] [member="Micah Talith"]

Vexen had not learned to read until the age of 12 and numbers were still confusing. So when she heard that proton torpedoes and other such ordnance generally failed safe in a catastrophic loss because they weren't just explosive powder but had lots of very complicated science behind them she took it at face value. Also she had asked what catastrophic meant.

However, most of the time wasn't all of the time. She was keenly aware of the pain the woman was feeling - both emotional and physical - but she also wasn't prepared to stay in once place and find out if they were in a 'most of the time' scenario. Vexen dropped down onto her haunches, arms between her knees to place all four paws on the ground. She couldn't make eye contact through the goggles, but she tried to keep the woman's attention focused on her.

"Can you walk with some help?" Vexen asked. She was a tiny slip of a human, even Vex could probably take most of her weight. But if she needed carrying she was leaving that to Micah.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

Location: Santaissa Comms Tower
Allies: [member="Six-O"], [member="Aeda Shaytari"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [member="Ghorumgash Khazund-Veranum"], [member="Elincia Alanis"], [member="Kira Vaal"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="Arlen Rossi"]


There were a few factors to consider. While the shield projected by the MDU protected those troops covered by it, it was doubtful they'd be able to fire out as long as they were inside the bubble. A Zann Consortium MDU possessed a ysalamiri cage, but this only contained one lizard. The range of the Force null zone projected by one ysalamiri was 10m. Personal energy shields stopped energy attacks from say blasters, but not kinetic ones. Moreover, the blizzard was still raging without pause. Even with all the high technology of this day and age, this would make aerial transport very hazardous. The same obviously applied to deploying TIEs. Attempts to run interdiction or bombing runs would be severely compromised.


This was why the Tygaran Alliance had not air lifted its troops directly to the Tower, but very far away and then proceeded on foot for a while. Regardless, the Eldorai were here now. They heard the sounds of battle as Taryc and her company attacked.


Confirmation had been received from Six-O and, much to everyone's surprise, Space Dwarves had joined them. Did Elves and Dwarves share an animosity in this universe as well? Well, if they did, Kaida was pragmatic and the newcomers had brought heavy firepower. She was happy that several of the Kaeshana Eldorai had joined the fight, taking up arms against the invaders.


"We need your forces here. We could use the heavy fire support," she pointed a gauntleted finger, covered in frost, towards the streets. "Eileithya, give the signal. Girls, we're engaging. Small groups. Keep mobile. I shall drive the blizzard forward for cover. Give fire support to our allies" Telepathic battle coordination kicked into action.


The scout troopers engaging Taryc's troops had mass driver weapons...but so did the Eldorai. Portable shattercannons, carried by the strong Kar'zun, roared to life. They were what happened when a mass driver weapon married a minigun and produced an offspring that fired projectiles able to penetrate light vehicle armour.


Kaida took aim with her Magnetic Repeater, firing precise, single, hyperaccelerated shots and letting the Force be her guide. Where her eyes could not see past the veil, her Sciia did it. The semiautomatic shatter rifle had been designed to be able to penetrate the heaviest personal armour, even damaging phrik. Terramancers targeted the droids, drawing upon powerful magnetic fields to crush them, while cryomancers picked off mechanical or organic targets of opportunity to freeze solid by encasing them like ice statues them directly or bombard them with ice spears hyperaccelerated to the point of being equal to railgun shots. The Yazgids kept mobile to provide covering fire, belching out grenades and firing their shattercannons.


With a small group of Angelii, Kaida advanced from the north. Drawing upon her kindred element, the cryomancer manipulated the blizzard. The powerful winds heeded her command as she dragged them forward, letting it go ahead of them like a curtain. This would make it harder for their opponents to see them and fool heat scanners.

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

FIV CONTEMPT
CIC
KAESHANA SYSTEM
OBJECTIVE: ELIMINATE ENEMY FORCES
ALLIES: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | @Basileus Isauros | [member="Aran Piett"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"]
ENEMIES: [member="Kyrana Gould"] | @Cathul Thuku | @Vilin | @Alexandra Morrow | @Talyn Krane | @Tanomas Graf

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPPXnU4vR2k​

It had started as a blockade, enforced by the ships of Commodore Rausgeber, to prevent any interference with the relief operations on Kaeshana. A necessity really, and even early on in the operation they had been forced to defend relief ships from the depredations of pirates. The Galactic Alliance had objected, claiming the military ships in orbit interfered with their own operations, to which the First Order reply had been something along the lines of 'if you can't stand the smell, then clean up the filth on your side of the line.'

Whether that was referring to the Eldorai or the pirates was subject to debate. It didn't much matter now, since the day wasn't even over and here both sides were at war. For Grand Admiral Cyrus Tregessar, a man who had built his life and reputation on organized armed conflict, the cause of the fighting was irrelevant, he was simply glad that it had come down to total political failure on both sides.

His passing interest in the events leading up to a GADF squadron showing up and taking pot shots at the blockade force wasn't motivated by thoughts of philosophy or even the slightest ounce of concern regarding fault, but rather strategic concerns. More simply, he was trying to figure out why the battlefield had turned in to such a jumbled mess.

The opening salvos of the battle had been devastating, with the First Order down two Star Destroyers and the Contempt taking a serious hit to the observation bridge. Damage control teams were still battling blazes on a dozen decks in that area, and there was a very serious risk that they would need to evacuate a whole section of the ventral spine in order to properly vent the conflagration. Even now in a secluded corner of CIC Commodore Vayyrel and the ships CO, Captain Wulf Isebrand, discussed the issue in hushed tones so as not to disturb Cyrus.

Initially the First Order had been somewhat outnumbered and outgunned, pressed as they were to confront three major enemy fleets and still attempt to maintain the blockade. The loss of the Wrath had forced them to abandon all pretense of the second objective, but it also freed them from the obligation to try and stay in between Alliance forces and the planet. Cyrus had been doing his damnedest to shift the lines of battle away from the obstruction, to better allow both sides freedom to maneuver, and make the fight more interesting.

It had been both costly and not entirely successful, but now his force at least was in open space and the arrival of task force under Admiral Yvarro had made the balance of power roughly equal. They had been doubly benefited by the withdrawal of the Imperial Remnant ships from the immediate fight.

Cyrus replied to Admiral [member="Fiolette Yvarro"]'s greeting with a characteristically curt but otherwise respectful message. Besides being practically peers (though she was his senior by over a decade, and presumably had worn an Admiral's star before he had even achieved a major command) she had proven her competence in the space above Castameer, where her meticulous attention to coordination and detail had played a critical role in the near-flawless maneuvering of the First Order fleet.

For now hopefully she could catch the attention of the Firemane fleet and allow Cyrus to focus his attention on the foe directly in front of him, but he still had to deal with their incoming fire.

"Direct the fleet to close range with Force S-3, open range as much as possible with S-2. Ship captains are free to maneuver as required to minimize exposure and unmask batteries."

Almost as if on cue, a huge shell of some sort struck amidships, erupting in a cataclysmic display which all but shorted out two of the primary shield generators. As the Contempt shook with the force of the blast, secondary shots penetrated, blow chunks of armor and hull apart and tearing a number of breaches into the ship.

"Report!"

"Mount 243 destroyed, 245 disabled. A dozen main battery turrets are destroyed or disabled. Hull breach across eight decks, damage control teams in route."

"Very well. Have Damage Control Central provide updates every five mikes, priority is to get 245 back up."

An alert on the main display indicated that a single enemy ship, a Wyyrlok no less, had dropped below the main axis to fire up at the Darr Itah's large dorsal profile. On the one hand, that was an opportunity, to focus fire on a lone ship, but that would mean continuing to move and direct attention at the otherwise defensive Firemane fleet. Yvarro would have to capitalize on that opportunity, all Cyrus could do was minimize damage. Fortunately the dorsal arrays were as of yet mostly unmolested, and a Darr Itah could out-angle a Wyyrlok anyway (albeit barely). A number of shots made it in regardless, as the power of the long range Ion Cannons was more than enough to weaken the shields and allow some turbolaser fire in. Compared to the impact of the Vortex cannons though, damage was minimal.

The rest of the fleet was also thick in the fight, but engaged at standard and long range with S-3 rather than trying to dodge the long-range guns of S-2. The Scylla had had the most success thus far, stripping away the shields of a Dreadnought cruiser that was now trying a ramming attack. The Executrix-class were sluggish for their size, a consequence of being very heavily armed and armored, and had the ship been on its own it was unlikely it could have properly hulked the Dahrtag.

But it wasn't and when the Captain hailed for assistance Cyrus was more than willing to direct the awesome long-range firepower of the Contempt on the target. The impact of the 240mm Hypervelocity shells didn't just shred chunks off the ship, they also literally slowed it down, and by the time the shattered remnants of what was once a cruiser struck the Scylla it was all but shrugged off by the larger vessel.

Not all the reports were as positive. VD-1 reported heavy shield damage and several malfunctioning systems, while VD-2, targeted by both the enemy fleet carrier and several escorts, was barely able to maintain screen integrity and was reporting significant degradation to combat effectiveness. The pocket battleships had heavy shields but weaker armor, and Cyrus ordered both to retire from the front of the battleline. Firing volleys of missiles for cover, the two ships began to withdraw from the point of the formation.

The Vanguard, again the subject of enemy missile fire was able to utilize the early warning provided by the FIPV's to take out most of the missiles busses ahead of time thanks to an effective fighter screen, Dagger escorts, and the unconventional use of Star Wing II's in a defensive role, targeting enemy ordnance with their missiles. It still received a number of hits, but not enough to take it out of the fight. FF2 was not so lucky, and drifted mostly crippled, it's crew steadfastly manning what operational defensive batteries remained and targeting whatever strike craft they could.

No sooner were they retiring then the pair of Stormclouds, otherwise mostly ignored thus far moved forward to take the vacated spots. Until now they had been largely standing off and acting as cover for the corvette force. Built around a large battery of rapid fire turbolasers and Baradium missiles, the ships focused their attention on the enemy frigates. Rapid fire turbolasers reached out to strip shields and weaken armor, while the death blow would come from another direction entirely.

Screened by larger ships, the six corvettes of Cyrus' fleet had thus far escaped any serious damage. Now they split into two groups a single Charger with a pair of Corsairs in front. Each was joined by several squadrons of Star Wings and escort fighters. Corsairs and fighters lead the charge, focusing on one Nebulon B7 at a time, Mauler turbolasers and warheads firing to punch through shields and strike critical components, followed up by large barrages of concussion missiles (up to 144 shots per squadron of Star Wings) and Baradium warheads mixed in (from both the Chargers and close ranged Stormclouds). Two at a time (one each for the two groups) they targeted the escorts, working their across the whole fleet formation, and relying primarily upon speed to save them from the guns of the enemy capital ships.

It wasn't just an impressive display, it was deliberately targeted to cut the legs out from under therapy command. Meanwhile the two forces continued to close, and the numerous secondary batteries of the Contempt, just now reaching effective range, began to fire, a veritable torrent of destructive energy bridging the void of space.

Fleet:

Spoiler

1 x Darr Itah – (Contempt)
1 x Wyyrlok – (Predator)
1 x IDX – (Vanguard) (Relentless Crippled)
1 x Executrix-class (Scylla)
2 x Victory-X (VD1 and VD2)
2 x Vindicator Carrier – (Carrier 1 and Carrier 2)
3 x Dagger Frigate – (FF1, 2, 4) (3 Crippled)
2 x Stormcloud Assault Cruiser – (CG 1 and CG 2)
4 x Corsair Gunships –(Raider, Bandit, Buccaneer, Brigand)
2 x Charger Corvettes (Charge 1 and Charge 2)

15220m

33 Squadrons
7 'Elite' Squadrons [x] [x]
16 Fighter Squadrons [x] [x]
10 Bomber Squadrons [x]

Non-combat ships

1 x Shadow-class corvette
4 x FIPV-9 Keraunos
some transports and auxiliaries and stuff that was intended to resupply the 'Exclusion Zone' and are now doing whatever the hell merchant marine do when caught in unexpected HUGE FIREFIGHTS

 

[Micah Talith]

Micah knew where [member="Vexen"] was going with that.

Damnit.

[ We gotta go. ] under his helm, the Talith grimaced. No time to help her here.

[ Sorry, going to need to pick you up. ] he warned her, aware that she was injured and the shift might hurt.

[ If anything were to blow in that -- ]

A sudden flare of danger sense went shooting through the Talith. His eyes went wide, and he didn't even bother saying anything more. They had to get out of here FAST.

Large arms came down, scooping up the tiny, bloody woman into his arms. The seriousness and the severity of the situation were transferred through the emotive Force bond he shared with the Wraith, and in an instant, they were off. [member="Irajah Ven"] came right against Micah's armored chest, the Talith making sure she was secure as he bolted away from the fiery remains of the ship.

Go, go, go!

They had all of nine seconds before it would blow.

Nine.

Eight...

 

[Asmus Janes]

Location: Near atmosphere
Objective: Engage [member="Ishana Pavanos"]
Allies: [member="Roth Tillian"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Kurt Meyer"] [member="Laira Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Sara Lee Jones"] [member="Nils Brenner"] [member="Ishana Pavanos"] [member="Pierce Fortan III"],
Flying: TR-20 X-Wing

Asmus had a wealth of experience under his belt. His first flight with the Alliance had been back when they were still expanding their territory at the battle of Karfeddion. Since then he’d flown for Rogue Squadron numerous times against the First order, under the leadership of Loske Matson and then renowned pilot Alexandra Russo. Now the Squadron was his to command and every loss was keenly felt.

“Keep tight on me Four,” he called. His opponent pulled off a miraculous turn to bring down the missiles and then draw him out. Haptic pads around his waist alerted him to more TIEs off his starboard side, but a quick glance showed they were engaged. It was easy for a pilot in the middle of such a complex three-dimension battle to be overwhelmed by his instruments, which was why their cockpits used a number of different methods to bring the most pertinent information to the pilot’s attention.

His targeting computer honed in on his enemy as he followed the shrieking interceptor. Then their wingman flipped about, forcing Asmus to change his alignment. His sensors were still locked onto his original target so he could see that one drop below his line of sight. In the darkness of space one couldn’t rely on visual inspection alone.

Asmus realigned on Varactyl-four. “I’ve got this one, break right Four.” In a head on engagement the fragile Interceptor was no match for an X-Wing. He pulled down on the trigger sending a stream of red bolts towards the delicate TIE, hopefully to end its operational lifetime.

A buzz of the pad in the small of his back indicated that his original target was now honing in on his rear. That was confirmed a moment later as green bolts slammed into his shields.

“Arr twelve, divert power to rear shields!” The droid gave a concerned whilst as a bolt cut through his upper port wing and disabled that laser cannon. The TIE was matching his speed. As there was no such thing as absolute velocity one could consider the two Starfighters has having exactly zero relative velocity. He was about to change that, but he couldn’t accelerate faster that the interceptor and put space between them. He had another plan.

“You can’t do this…” Asmus mumbled. He yanked back on his throttle and have a gentle nudge forwards on his control stick. The TR-20 had a party trick. It had bidirectional engines and could almost instantly divert engine thrust forwards. He accelerated straight backwards, angling slightly down. He gave a nudge of lateral thrust just to try and cause issues for his tail’s targeting computer.

The moment he passed by – accelerating backwards – he pulled down on the trigger. Three laser cannons fired sequentially to fill the vacuum of space with red lasers as he pushed forwards on the throttle to try and enter pursuit once more.

 

[Choli Vyn]

Location: Atmosphere | Red engaged | Gold engaged | Rogues Engaged
Allies: Roth Tillian Choli Vyn Kurt Meyer Laira Vereen Asmus Janes Arix Askrima


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



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

The starfighters had to redirect shields, haptic pads giving them the notice of incoming. The bolts struck the deflector shield, managing to keep the X-Wings in the air but lowering the percentages of their shields.

Meanwhile, Rogue Seven had to deal with a missile and incoming fire.

The missile was too close. The Force surged through Choli in a cry of warning. Just like Chloe had taught her, Cho trusted her instincts. She reacted, one with the Force.

"Arr Two, hang on!" Another snap turn for another 180 degree lateral turn avoided the incoming missile, but the laser fire that followed from the TIE interceptor hit Choli straight on.

The Pebbledrone gave a harsh wail, followed by the smoking of her lateral wing tip. That launcher was gone.

Red Seven, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. The air to air batteries at the mountainside managed to strike at the starfighter. The pilot managed to cry out before his voice was suddenly silenced, one with the Force.

Red Eight, now without a wingman, went to form up with the Rogue flight giving back up to take down that Bolt flight.

The ground troops at the mountains were safe from their fire for now.

Not so much for the Rogue strikes that were aimed in to take on those ATTT's.

They refocused their efforts as a payload of Baradium Missiles went straight for two of them. They used their advanced mobility to move to get past that dual laser turret in the rear, and headed on in to deliver them.

Choli swung back around. She had two Brilliant missiles left. All this time she'd been using laser fire. If she could get close enough to send both of them out...

Time to line up.

 

[Mao]

Location: Dawn
Objective: Kick butt
Allies: [member="Elliot Locke"] | @Djacen | [member="Laira Vereen"] | Hardock: Zero Four

Enemies in atmosphere: [member="Face"]
DIRECTLY ENGAGING :: [member="Rexus Wenck"] @FN-888

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

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

From behind the dark tinted asharian armorweave armor, Commander Mao narrowed her gaze. Hardock stood beside her, the embodiment of all Imperial genetic modification at its finery. With a face of a man long lost to her. Salem Norongachi.

Hardock was still getting used to not being around his brothers. It was almost uncanny. That connection that had been there was now gone. In their stead he latched on to Mao, becoming her shadow, her executioner if he must. The fist that would ram her will in every battle. He shifted his weight, already sensing what lay out before them.

Trench warfare was all Mao knew. All she and her boys knew. What Hardock and Mao lived for.

"Then we karkin' move." Mao shouted into her comm set, and in the next instant there was a blur of dark shapes that shot forward towards their intended targets. [member="Rexus Wenck"] @FN-888

It was not surprising that her boys at her back were itching for a fight. Her uncanny senses that had saved her life more than once during her military career bore testament to that; warning her of the Jeco-like predators moving with deadly precision and grace at her side. They were nothing but fleeting shadows, moving and weaving their way through the thick brush.

Overhead those Basilisk War Droids, A-Wing, Fang Fighters, and even the LightStealth Recon Fighter (LSR) brought by [member="Face"] were about to have a heavy match head on.


Omega Pyre Eharl-class Assault Starfighters and OS-G2 Knight-class Fighters soared over head. While the Eharl-Class Assault starfighter had a larger frame, it could pack a wallop when it came to payload delivery. They aimed in on the large Shaadlar Troopships. The squadron of Eharls coordinated to target the troopships, their large frames moving in to deliver volley after volley of ion canons bolts and concussion missiles to each of those Shaadlars.

They were not alone. The Knight class starfighters went in to strike at the larger Y-wings, doing their best to lock on and blast at them with ion canons. An even bigger surprise would be the deployment of the Omega Pyre scout class interceptors. They spread out across the field, protocols moving to jam enemy starfighters. The sensor jammer is an updated model, allowing for better jamming of enemy fighters and bombers at longer dogfighting distances.

The only hindrance was the blizzard that was situated right over the city.

It made flying all the more difficult, but not by far.

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• 12 OS-G1 Guardian
• 12 OS-G2 Knight
• 12 Eharl-class Assault Starfighter Primary

• 12 OS-I1 Ranger
• 2 OS-I2 Scout

• 12 OS-B2 Crusader

• 24 OS-G3 Paladin
• 36 Wasp-class Starfighter D Configuration

Spoiler: gear

• Asheran Armorweave Armor
• Mk I Omega Boltgun APE Boltgun Ammunition
• Tir Stunner Thigh holster
• Cylix Bolt Pistol - concealed
• Czerka Fighting Knife Boot clipped
• Wrist dart bolter with 5x BA-K177 Browncoat Kamino Darts on right wrist
• AI-Wrist Blaster Left wrist
• Lightshield bracer
• 6 Anti-Force User Grenades
• 2 Thermal Grenades
• 2 Electro-magnetic mines
• One standard phrik vibrosword

 

[Kira Vaal]

There was absolute chaos.

Blaster fire erupted around the room as Veles ordered his units to attack, instantly Kira saw one of unit get vaporised by the HRD’s as they charged forward onto her commandos. Fortunately the rest, along with Kira did manage to get into cover and proceeded to return fire. For Kira however there was something else on her mind, some need to know who he was, why he had done what he had done. No reports out of the First Order had ever mentioned a Mon Calamari Ren, in fact no report had ever mentioned a Mon Cal at all. If the First Order had managed to recruit the sea-faring species could it be that they were about to lend their already substantial fleet to the First Orders?

She ducked out from behind her cover and moved towards the back of the room, near the elevator as it came back down to their floor, impacting hard and sending a great cloud of dust and fire out. There would be no using it now, unless?
Kira pulled herself through the broken door and embraced her feelings, she knew these things usually had an access ladder of some sort, something that can get her up to where they had gone, because the stranger was clearly not in the elevator itself.
Her fingers found the run of a ladder, a small maintenance tube ran along the edge of the tube, slightly indented but there. She had to hold her breath, keep her eyes closed and go as fast as she can, the foulness of the smoke causing trouble.

The sound of fighting beneath her faded as she emerged, pulling herself up out of the tube and seeing not only the Mon Cal but another with amber hair. Breathing hard and fast Kira reached for her blaster realising that it had fallen away or been discarded at the base of the elevator which left her with only one option.
“Stop.” Already the ordeal of the day was starting to get to her. Her breaths were slightly laboured, her flesh now stained with soot and grim, hair not much better. “Stop now.”
Her fingers reached around her back, gripping the chrome cylinder that was attached to her belt in a place that prying eyes would never see. There was no point pulling it out yet, or was there.
“You’ve got nowhere to go now. So just…” She released her saber, the blade expanding to the ground in a brilliant blue hue. “Stop.”

[member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Isla Ashen"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Arlen Rossi"]
[member="Ryan Korr"] | GA Folk.
OOC Note: Yes I realise Kira’s climb was quick, but with so many people converging the showdown between Veles and Kira is upon us.

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Choli Vyn"]

She gave a smike as she watched her her pilots gave green lights, seemed they were pulling through, they would get out of this victorious, that or death would take them

Sara had a moment to gather herself, she checked her payload...empty...fuel 75%...shield 45%....hull 75%....in her eyes she was fine

Now for the end game

Sara went back and lined up, the battle around them was nonexistent, only the two aces, those who had flown and seen hell from the top of the old existed

Sara let a battle cry out, her guns started firing up, one right after the other a wall of laser mainly aimed for the wings to knock her out of the fight, if Sara was crashing, she'd crash, and she'd fight her there

Meanwhile bolt 3, 2, and 4 tangled with red and rogue, 4 started firing on red 8, all the fighters were hard for wear...the fighters had taken the punches well

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Open Coffin Orgy

He expected as much, [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] had learned not to indulge him in close quarters combat after their skirmish on Wayland all those years ago. Her rigid adherence to technology would be her downfall, for his ally was the Dark Side of the Force and a powerful ally it had become over the decades of deep immersion within its blackened waters. The blades of his lightsabers retracted as he raised both hands, a shimmering field of energy expanded out from the animus of his being to swaddle the land and air around him in a protective blanket. The localized sonic wave crashed into the shield like oceans waves upon a cliff's edge, and the entire surface shuddered and nearly buckled beneath the explosive concussive force. He then connected the tips of his fingers to the shield's interior surface, power leeched from Siobhan's earlier attack lacing through his arm as the outer surface of the bubble sparkled with electrical force micro-moments before a concentrated blast of scarlet lightning exploded out from the shield on a collision course with Siobhan's sonic pistol.

However; that was not the only method the Grandmistress sought to lay him low for even as he felt a crushing weight smothering the tibia of one of his legs. He could feel the bone straining beneath the assault, small fractures already forming as the muscles contracted beneath the horrid pressure. Swiftly he acted, abandoning the momentary safety of his shield to exert his will upon that which sought to shatter his leg. He was not as good as Siobhan on manipulating telekinetic energies on others, he had opted to invest his talents in other fields, but he was a master of his own body and knew how to repulse (or at least stave off) an attack through the Force against him. And while Siobhan may have had the potential to bring down a Star Destroyer all on her lonesome, she had been forced in this battle to combine her strength with that of others who at this moment were not present in their duel.

Carnifex, however; had not ridden out from his landing point alone.

From the ridge above them emerged the group of twelve crimson-clad Crownguard that served as his personal guard, and now two of them disembarked their speeders and flung themselves down to protect their hallowed master. Saberstaffs ignited as they drew their weapons, their landing heralded by a concussive shockwave intended to shatter the ground around Siobhan's feet and disrupt her concentration. These warriors were not as powerful or as trained as Carnifex or Siobhan, but what they lacked in martial might they made up with unwavering conviction and the willingness to lay down their lives for the master they so rigidly served. They would throw themselves at Siobhan with wild abandon, saberstaffs twirling in conjunction with one another to buy their master time to recover and mount a renewed assault upon the hated Grandmistress.

 

[Progflaw99]

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In Vicinity:​

[member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Aizen"]​

[member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="BE-183"] ​

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Objective: Assault the Hill, Aye Aye Sir.​

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Enemies: Those Resisting the First Order​

[member="Tempest"] | @GA/Firemane Troops​

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The soft crunch of snow beneath boot was drowned out by the explosions and chatter of blaster fire above in the skies. Major Rolf Amsel and his Company had been mostly out of the action, receiving indirect fire sporadically and only coming across small pockets of what they assumed to be resistance fighters - easily dispatched. Time seemed fluid, who knew how much time had passed between the initial outbreak of the conflict and as he'd learned, Rolf focused on the passage of time only minute by minute. His troops had seen the fall of the FIV Wrath, a hit to their morale for certain but they fed off of it. Anger, frustration - it granted one clarity if processed effectively. Rolf had been tempted to search the wreckage for survivors but as they'd approached it appeared as if there were forces already on site... He'd hesitated, recognizing the Galactic Alliance insignia among their number but as they got closer they saw they weren't traditional fighting forces. Issuing a curt command on comms he instructed his soldiers to push through but hold their fire. Medical staff weren't to be harmed.

Disturbing calls had come in from the forces currently rallied at the Citadel of Dawn, he had even caught sight of an entire squadron of Reign Heavy Bombers en route, Ion Engines screeching as they shot overhead, their payload no doubt destined for the Firemane and Galactic Alliance Forces assault positions there. They needed to get a move on, no time to search the wreckage for survivors. From the accounts over the comms, it sounded like something out of budget holo-flick. Regardless, the need for reinforcement was certainly evident. Signalling to his troops, Rolf took a knee behind a rocky outcropping on the way towards the Citadel. A quick assessment of his tactical map showed him the fastest routes to the Citadel - and it also showed him a few significant terrain features. A smirk played at the corner of his lips.

Ahead he noted a familiar figure. It was not often he saw Knights of Ren and when he did it was almost always in combat though this was one instance in which he had not. He couldn't recall the girl's name but he had played what was supposed to be Hutt-ball against the Silver Sanctum and a Mandalorian team - now he saw her lead forces. Conventionally he would have questioned the appointment of a mere girl to lead combat troops but the Ren, they were different. Rolf had learned not to question their motives - if this girl had been given a posting it was for a good reason. Acknowledging her presence with a visible nod, he waved his men up.

Having decided on a course of action, he once more continued the journey, spurring his troops onward. The weather had changed abruptly but thanks to their armor they weren't terribly affected though it did hamper their progress, a pair of snowshoes would have been nice. Despite the strange weather patterns and storm they'd encountered the First Imperial Shock Trooper Legion trudged onwards, making impressive gains over the rough terrain. As they began to near the Citadel of Dawn Rolf began to notice a slight whine on the edge of his consciousness, not enough to divert his attentions but enough to be irritable. Keying up the localized encrypted comms he called out to his men, they would need their focus.

:: Troopers, keep your wits about you - it seems the enemy here is affecting some sort of mental attack. Stay true to the Supreme Leader, stay true to your purpose and most importantly, stay true to your Grand Moff who even now vies for peace and order in our time against those who wish to sow discord! Focus your minds. Push hard and perhaps you'll see tomorrow!::​

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Again picking up the pace, Rolf and his company of soldiers began moving through the rough terrain, the sounds of an intense battle just over the next ridge. They moved North, their position east of the Citadel of Dawn. If everything went according to plan, they could hook back once they progressed far enough North and hit the enemy besieging the Citadel in the flank with everything they had - but they yet had ground to cover. Head on a swivel, Rolf kept his eyes open for any enemies who they might wander into as they pushed North.

Spoiler

Movement - Rolf and Company of First Imperial Shock Troopers (Loadout to be included in next post, All are infantry) progress North of the Crash Site and into the mountains, pushing up and hoping to be able to flank the troops besieging the Citadel of Dawn.

OOC: If I forgot to tag anyone, please let me know and I will adjust. I think I took into account a few things, last I posted was page 15 so if I moved too far or there are other issues, feel free to shoot me a PM. Thanks!

 

[Darth Veles]

[SIZE=10pt]Satanissa, comm tower[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]With: [member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="Arlen Rossi"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Against: [member="Kira Vaal"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Elincia Alanis"], [member="Kaida Taldir"], [member="Aeda Shaytari"], [member="Six-O"], [member="Kiyron"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [member="Ghorumgash Khazund-Veranum"][/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]His droid forces did not retreat. Inside the tower and outside, they held their ground and continued to battle without ever pausing in worry for their lives, showering the Eldorai, rebel and Alliance combatants in awfully precise blaster fire. Fighting an enemy with no feelings or remorse, just cold calculation and orders to hold out for as long as possible would make this costly for the opposition, bloody enough to paint the entire tower in red. Even if no reinforcements arrived to relieve the battered droids, the Sith lord fully intended to turn this skirmish into a Pyrrhic victory for the enemy, making them pay for every inch of the towering structure they so desired to claim. While Darth Veles played the waiting game, feasting on the battle happening several floors below his feet, one brave resistance member had managed to reach the control room, immediately prompting the Sith lord's cloaked form to spin on his heel and face her, anger flashing in his bulbous eyes.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Insurgents were like annoying pests – deny them the entry through the door, they’ll climb in through the window. Constantly crawling about and never quite exterminated properly – the Sith lord intended to change that, starting with this one. The woman wore the same garb as other rebels – but the silver cylinder in her hands served as a definite proof this one was no ordinary insurgent. Not a pretender either. The Force confirmed her right to wield the signature weapon of Jedi. Keeping his burning gaze locked upon the Jedi, Darth Veles pulled his young prisoner close, dagger still pressing against her neck in a silent promise of what could happen. He did not see the girl recognized her saviour from earlier, but the young Eldorai’s sudden flare of hope did not remain silent in the Force. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“I’ll deal with this.”[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] He signalled for both Kaalia and Isla to leave the matter in his hands and focus on getting out. The four HRDs formerly torturing the captured rebels now abandoned their gross endeavour and trained their rifles at the newcomer.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“I’d recommend against doing anything rash, Jedi,”[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] the Sith lord advised calmly, his serene expression never betraying the fact he was far from calm inside, passion and anger dancing within and ensuring his reign over the dark side's power. Securing his own survival and escape while attempting to capture an important member of the opposition meant he had to take risks and play his cards swiftly, yet decisively.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Extinguish your blade, place it on the floor and send it to me. Then drop all of your blasters as well.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]A Jedi and a rebel, definitely one of the more important figures. She was infinitely more valuable to him than the native – and thus he lusted to claim her alive, completely unaware the woman’s importance to the rebellion was far greater than he could anticipate.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Prove that your fight for the oppressed is more than an empty phrase. Surrender to me and the girl goes free. Refuse and her life is forfeit.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Hearing his words, Lynn flinched, tears rolling down her cheeks, dark eyes full of sorrow silently begging the lightsaber-wielding source of hope to do something, anything to save her.[/SIZE]