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

Location: Citadel of Dawn and moving south
Allies: I'm gonna only tag those who directly interact with me to cut down on tag craziness [member="Michael Sardun"]
Tygaran Alliance, and the GA

Enemies:
[member="Asharad Graush"] and your bloody karking Sabercat.
Gear link same as this post


A sudden blast shoved the Omega Pyre Prex back, sending the woman flying until her flight was interupted by smacking hard against the broken ruin of a wall. Stars ignited behind her eyes, pain etching over her features. Metallic copper filled her mouth. She had bitten her tongue.

Nek take it!

A grunt, and then the woman shoved herself to her feet. A stagger and then a shake of her head. Through her HUD she could see the tiny marks of the Omega Pyre groundforces battling out those of the First Order. It was chaos and a bloody one at that. Casualties would mount from both sides, however, the determination and grit would not give.

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That Sabercat was still kicking, as were the other large vehicles set in motion. Aeron knew what to do then. A thought was sent over to Michael. Purpose. Delivery. Execution.

Then with a foot bracing forward, the Zeison Sha focused in the Force. She let it spread out into that chaotic sea, focusing on that massive beast and what lay within. The lives. The energy that honed it into the death ray of metal and electronics. The Force touched everything. It was an energy that flowed throughout. An energy Aeron used to focus in right on that 7085 Ionization Reactor and Regulator. The very one that seemed to pulse and churn like a beating heart.

A heart Aeron would stop.

Teeth grinding, the telekinetic focused all of her energy into that reactor, stretching out intangible hands as if grasping that reactor. And then she pressed tremendous focus to crush it. To bend, and mangle, and completely utterly wreck the ion reactor with every intention of completely and utterly crushing it to a pulp.
 
Location: Satanissa - comm tower
Allies: [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="Arlen Rossi"], [member="Darth Veles"]
Enemies: [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"]

Three minutes.

Agent Rossi’s words rang inside Isla’s head; their plan had been set into motion. It all depended on their ability to carry it out successfully. No easy task, especially given the number of forces that had already gathered outside the tower. The Knight of Ren clenched her firsts, they would not fail. Her emerald orbs shifted as Arlen’s two snipers climbed down to join her; she gave the two men brief nods. Isla leaned towards the window again, gaze falling down towards the rooftop of that waited for them. There was a small gap between structures, nothing that was concerning to a force-user, but these two snipers would likely need a bit of a boost. It was fine, they would adapt.

“We don’t have much time,” Isla said, once Kaalia and Darth Veles were at her side. “We need to get to the rooftop, there.” Her gloved finger pointed to the location.

There were footsteps approaching, they were not alone. Isla turned to see Kira Vaal now standing before them, a face she had recognized from the images she had witnessed inside the rebel fighter’s mind. Her hand moved for her saber, but came to a halt as Veles motioned for them to leave. Her eyes narrowed, and her lips parted to speak against his plan. But she gave him a steady nod, remembering that the Sith Lord was quite capable of defending himself.

She backed off towards the window, and leaned in towards Kaalia.

“We’re going to jump,” She whispered, “Help the sniper along, use the dark side to power your movements. And shield the two of you the best that you can, it will be dangerous.”

Isla offered the disciple a small grin, as if to say “good luck.” And threw open the large window, immediately they were hit by the icy air. The wind was swirling quickly, and so they would need to be very accurate about their aim, and use enough power to get them across. Her heart skipped a beat. With one of the two snipers now at her side, she took hold of his wrist and began to draw the force in around them. She could feel the dark power coursing through her body, her muscles felt stronger immediately. Concentrating, she also focused on creating an invisible shield around the two of them. She was ready, and there was only one thing left to do…

Jump!

With a grunt, she pushed off the window sill as hard as she could. She could feel the air rushing around them as they fell, and the rooftop grew closer with each passing second. Isla’s focus was sharp and unshakable; the force shield around the two of them grew in strength as a result. It wouldn’t be the softest landing, but they had far more pressing matters. The surface of the roof was coming up quickly; she tugged on the sniper’s wrist to keep him close and to signal him to be ready. They touched down hard, and rolled as they hit the roof. The impact shook her concentration, and she would certainly need a moment to recover. While the force shield was still intact around her, it was weakened for the time.
 
LOCATION: Forward Operations Base Aurek, Kaeshana
OBJECTIVE: Build up FOB Aurek, Gain a Sitrep on Citadel Dusk, and Character Dev
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance, Tygaran Alliance, [member="mao"], [member="Naamah Aesham"], [member="anya venari"], [member="rhen qel-droma"]
ENEMIES: First Order, [member="face"], [member="arlen rossi"] (Not attacks, just adding fluff and detail to situations)

When the Omega Pyre fighters arced in on the forces converging on Djacen's Renegade troop, Samuel didn't even ask, he logged them into the tac net so as to keep their targeting and everyone else's targeting from crossing paths. Arcs of AA fire streamed through the air, but only ever came to within a micron of the shields of the Omega Pyre, GADF, and Rakehell craft when they were overhead. The computers at the FOB coordinated at their peak of efficiency to ensure the chances of friendly fire were minimal. With all of the firepower arcing at [member="face"]'s landing, he felt secure in not personally monitoring it for a few moments, turning it over to a PFC sensor tech who was waiting. Corporal Quentin stood and stretched as he paced to the edge of the command tent and looked out over the FOB.

The areas around the artillery were practically hardened within the Aspis shield, the construction equipment had built up the terrain to the point where it was a wall Sammie would have to get a ladder to see over. The armor that had remained was positioned in places where they could move and shoot to defend the artillery, and several companies of infantry were arrayed in fabricated fox holes with advanced cover. The defense in depth on the side towards Citadel Dawn was nearly complete. The walls stretched to either side of the artillery emplacements for a few hundred meters, then were squared off. The engineers were now busy preparing defenses around the hospital portion of the FOB, medical dropships moving in and out with wounded.

"Samuel, come here." General Haish said over the hubub. Samuel trotted over.

"Yes sir." He stated, standing near the position of attention, though shying away from it. SOP in the field was to not afford officers their customary honors, so as to not identify them. Still, it was difficult just standing there in front of an officer as high up in the brass as Haish without even being at attention.

"Get on a secure com, and get a sitrep from Citadel Dusk. Be polite, they aren't in our command structure. We're done with some of our construction vehicles, see if they need any engineers to help with their projects."

"Aye, sir." Sammie said as he moved back to a computer station, no rest for the wicked.

"General Haish, we have enemy craft converging on an area outside of Santaissa, near where we suspect there are enemy troop movements." Samuel overheard as he logged into the computer and began to pull up all of the programs he would need running for the secure communication with Citadel Dusk.

"Isn't there a white out condition blizzard right over there?" Haish asked, moving over to the PFC that had taken Samuel's spot.

"Not entirely whiteout, meteorological scans say the visibility ceiling is at fifty feet, with significant snow fall throughout the area. Cloud ceiling is near 24,000 feet." The PFC replied as he looked over his meteorological data.

"That's a big karking storm. See if we have some fighters that can pop over and surprise them after they figure out it's stupid to fly into a storm." haish said, before walking back to the reports he had been looking over.

Samuel was finally hooked into the secure communications link, and dialed up Citadel Dusk using a secure and scrambled channel.

"Citadel Dusk, this is Forward Operations Base Aurek, requesting a Sitrep." The message recorded, then sent it out in a burst designed to keep communications secure.
 

HK-36

The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
Character: Adventures of NPC Greycloak "Iron-Hide"
Location: Battle for the Citadel of the Dawn, Protecting Siobhan, Pushing against the Stormtroopers
Objective: NPC Fight, keep up the pressure against Stormies
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Audren Sykes"], [member="Dax Fyre"],
Enemies: [member="FN-888"], [member="BE-183"], [member="Darth Carnifex"],
Forces: 1 Greycloak, clad in Protectorate Power Armor, 2x Electro-Cestus and chameleon cloaks, armed with Magnetic Revolvers, heavy Magnetic Repeater, generic blue-crystal lightsabers, and Spear of Rae.
5 Mobile Weapon Platform Spider Droids (Initial 3 + 2 from reinforcement that ran the blockade), Light Models, all armed with RC-1 Rotary cannons directly under his command
62 Iron Legionnaire Drones (15 (18-3) in melee range, 47 (60-13) in a phalanx advancing towards the stormies) armed with Abregado Blast-Staves, moving in a 6x3 and a 6x10 phalanx

Siobhan and Carnifex,


While Kaine and Sio had their exchange of Force attacks beginning to measure their hypothetical, mystical phalluses as space-wizards do, the Greycloak was off to one side, still deflecting the blaster bolts being thrown their way to ensure that Sio had one less thing to worry about. In fact the machine probable also reflected few shots that were aimed at Carnifex by accident, just because they passed the droid by and he was on a role, one could imagine that swatting away prolonged series of blaster barraged over long time was something like doing a 20 minute song on the hardest difficult of Dance-Dance Revolution, one just got in the zone. So you're welcome Kaine, either way the Greycloak noticed when Kaine's guards jumped down to join the fray, stalking towards Siobhan, their saber-staves ignited.

The Greycloak turned on his feel, putting himself in a gunslinger stance as he unholstered his magnetic revolver with one hand and took off in a run towards them. The machine took a quick aim coming from their flank-ish side considering he wasn't right between Sio and Kaine so the two could face off in relative peace, he pulled the trigger and held it, the revolver's chamber spun with a soft whirr as it silently let loose a burst a six small caliber hyper-velocity pellets turned armor-piercing ammunition from the sheer speed they traveled at, cutting through the air faster than the speed of sound, leaving behind a buzzing hissing echo that marked their journey towards their targets.

The pellets were fired in a bit of a scatter as the machine did not have enough time to stop and properly aim, even advanced accuracy of a precise machine had its limits. The goal was to take out at least one of these guards or maim both of them to make the rest of the fight a relatively easy experience, aiming towards their heads, necks, torsos, even arms, the Greycloak was not picky. Either way, at least one of them survived so this writer could keep describing the turn of events.

In quick dash as the sound of his bullets piercing the air were still lingering in the air, the Greycloak forced himself between the Crownguards and Siobhan, Kaine was not the only one with guards protecting him,

"Finally a worthy opp-"

Bzzt-tshssssh-bzzzzt-bzzzzzshs

Almost immediately there came a sound of lightsabers clashing against each other as one would assume Kaine's guards were not that big on letting their opponent have time to quip right in front of them after shooting at them,

"Immediate regrets!"

The machine sounded out as his lightsaber swiveled here and there, deflecting their blades in precise economic movements of good old Soresu form. Kaine's guards may have literally been red-shirts, but they were no initiates, they knew their way around lightsaber well enough to handle a staff variant without slicing themselves in two, still they were not as trained or knowledgeable in the ways of lightsaber combat as the machine having thousands and thousands of years of practice, it's combat protocols a copy of main HK unit's. The advantage they did have, however, outside of using the Force, was that there were bloody ten more of them after these guys.

During one moment when the droid ducked to dodge a lighsaber slash aimed at his head, immediately blocking another one from below, he noticed the other crimson-clad warriors on the hills overlooking the battle,

I may need some backup here.

He silently commed in his brother-copies,

I am a little busy here, taking care of Vaas.

Where is Blade-Knight?

Manning a dwarf walker to put down fire support.

Lucky bastard.


FN-888, BE-183, Audren Sykes,


As E-Webs and the stomtrooper lines opened fire towards advancing lines they would see their deflector shields lighting up whenever hit until finally they gave out, then it was couple more shots to break through their armor plates before the drone went down only to have the one behind it speed up in its advance and take its place. Even with E-Webs it was a grind to take them down as they fast firing blast staves just rained blaster fire to suppress and melt through anyone unlucky to be caught in their rain of plasma fire, each blast-staff was an equivalent of a blaster repeater in the amount of bolts it unleashed. But it was a more or less just question of luck as the weapons were not horribly accurate, that is why a whole line was using them at once, to substitute amount of bolts being unleashed for their accuracy, if you fired a hundred projectiles at a time at least one was bound to hit right? Still, the front line of the phalanx stopped to fire and magnetized their weapons, swaying and swinging them to meet the trajectory of incoming blaster and E-Web bolts, deflecting and swatting them aside either into the air, ground, or back to the stormtroopers. One of the things about these blast-staves was that they could deflect blaster-bolts much like lightsabers did, and machines just happened to be very good at tracking trajectories.

Either way, as hard to take down the units were, it must have been so satisfying to see them begin to crumble down from the amount of plasma fired on them, here a unit went down from the repeater blaster damage, here one was melted through by an E-Web shot, there a couple were thrown aside from a grenade or another heavier artillery or bombing strike.

The infantry drones were even fiercer in melee range, using their augmented strength and durable bodies to go through their enemy just by brutally battering them down with their blast-staves, their ends lighting up as their electrodes were sparked to life and they dealt increased electric-shock damage. The 18 that managed to get into Stormy slit trenches and beyond from the initial assault were starting to just whack and brutalize their way through enemy lines, sending an unlucky trooper flying from a good hit, wrestling one down over there, being shot through by a stormy who still held it together even after the mental assault the drones used for their advantage to break the enemy skulls while they were distracted. One unit was hit by a close-quarters E-Web shot from the nearby positions of the weapons, completely melting through its chassis and crumpling it down, another still had its electrified stuff wrestled away by a trooper who used it against it, beating the droid down until it deactivated.

So it was not as if they were invincible, but still even more difficult to face up close.

In fact, Sev would hear a yelping scream from one of the nearby troopers as the soldier was whacked by one of these droids, sending him falling limply to the side. The machine looked at Sev, clutching its staff as it strode forward quickly, raising its weapon over its head to try and bring it down upon the stormtrooper before he had time to shoot it down.

Would Sev fire at it and risk whether the machine still had its deflector shields up or not? Would he be quick enough to try and take the drone in melee? Or would it be the end for the stormtrooper commander and just the tragedy his soldiers needed to motivate them into fighting fiercer than ever against their enemy?

"But HK" you could ask, reader, "If these drones are even better up close, why not just have them run at the enemy as fast as they could to just get into melee instead of having them leisurely walk towards enemy lines firing at them?" Good question!


Anyway, as the drones tangled with the stomtrooper in slit-trenches, the spider-droids behind them, utilizing still the cover of Santaissa's ruins for their advantage, picked up on the increased E-Web fire against their infantry. The spider-droids poked out, their rotary cannons spinning as they opened their thunderous fire once more,

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

The trenches and mud around the E-Webs would begin to explode as the high-velocity fast-firing weapons would be unleashed upon them, focusing fire on their positions. Sand bags and barricades would be thrown apart and crack from the guns that fired small metal beads fast enough to punch clean through light tanks and starfighters, cutting through air like hailstorm of thousand of lethal shards. The Shattergun Rotary Cannons the spider-droids used were fast firing rail guns, somewhat comparable to the E-Webs in their anti-infantry purpose, however while not utilizing plasma, the shatterguns probably fired faster and over longer distance than the E-Webs, depending on the model of the heavy blaster gun at least.


Either way, come what may the drones and spider-droids did their duty, providing a distraction so the Jedi like Audren or special forces soldiers like Dish could break the enemy down and finish them off.
 

RIP Carlyle Rausgeber

"It's all been bloody marvellous..."
Post: IDK Anymore
Objective: Give Therapy Command Some First Order Style Lovin'

Location: Engaging Therapy Command

"Commodore, more missiles aimed at the Redemption!" Scanning reported. The star destroyer had been bearing the brunt of attacks, something that Carlyle wasn't totally onboard with.

"Get our TIE's to intercept!" Carlyle commanded, "I'm not losing more of my karking fleet to these cowards!" TIE fighters swarmed the missile barraging, firing at it to try and negate the blast damage.Some were unfortunately caught in the explosions, and crashed into the missiles, unsuccessful. The energy missiles, twenty eight of the fifty launched however hit the Redemption, rupturing her shields. The problem was further compounded by the hypervelocity shots. They slammed into the hull of the ship, causing the Redemption to slow. Her starboard heavy guns were gone now.

"Kark!" Carlyle swore, "Alright, alright, that's it, angle our ships!" He commanded, "Angle them some more, I want our bottoms facing the karker, armours strong there, that's how we'll hold 'em."

"Commodore, what of the victories, and the empire?" Comms asked, "They're still taking damage." The three ships were taking a beating, particularly the original victory, though the other two had managed to largely remain unmolested by the bombardment due to positioning. . A ship was only as strong as its weakest link, and if the weakest links were going to be these ships than they were in trouble.

"Move them to the fleet, and order them to do the same." Carlyle said, "With our hulls exposed, they can't do much."

"But, they're on the move," Scanning replied, "How are we going to combat-"


"Enough," Carlyle snapped, "E-kriffing-nough. Just focus fire on this fleet, and destroy it. Understood?"

The fleet continued to move towards what remained of Therapy Command, TIE bombers began to launch attack runs on the nebulon frigates, and the First Orders propensity for large turbolaser batteries was something to behold. Green and blue lasers slammed into the front of these ships, Carlyle hoped and prayed personally that old man Tregessar hadn't made a tactical error.



Summary:

1. Vilin managed to cripple an imperial-x's starboard batteries. She's now limping.
2. All ships are angling their bellies to the @Alexandira Morrow and [member="Vilin"]. It's like that episode of Clone Wars, the one with the suicide run.
3. The fleet continues to slam into Cathul Thuku.

[member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Aran Piett"] | [member="Vilin"] | [member="Alexandria"] Morrow | [member="Kyrana Gould"].
 
Allies: [member='Isla Ashen'], [member='Arlen Rossi'], [member='Darth Veles']
Enemies: [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']

Getting to the rooftop wasn't the challenge for the two flame-haired Knights of Ren, they had the Force to guide their jump, it was getting the two snipers there as well. Time was running out; the rebel forces would show up eventually and Kaalia felt the strong presence of the Force nearby. They had to make every second count. As they were preparing to jump, noises could be heard from the elevator shaft as the rebel she scolded not too long ago climbed up. She now had a lightsaber in hand, the bright blue color shaking her a bit. In another life she could've been an ally, a life where she didn't leave the Jedi behind. However, this was reality, and she was the enemy. That's the way it was.

Kaalia had no time to deal with her though, as she heard Isla whispering telling her to get going. She was told to focus on the Dark side to bolster her leap, forcing her to get a grip on her mind. She returned Isla's grin with a nod and a "Got it.", and focussed the Force around her, creating a barrier. With the focus the redhead had left, and holding the wrist of the sniper, she leaped right behind Isla, leaving Veles, Lynn, and the rebel inside the tower. The cold of the blizzard gripped at her while mid-air, but the sheer adrenaline made it so she didn't feel it. The ground came close fast however. Kaalia rolled as she touched the ground to break the fall. The landing broke her concentration, leaving a weakness in her Force barrier.
 

Progflaw99

Well-Known Member
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[member="Jaius Sovv"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"]
Nathaniel had not been born blind, nor did he consider himself to be knowledgeable but the First Order State Media had done a good job at concealing the true condition of their Grand Moff. It was common knowledge that she'd been injured during the Siege of Dosuun by the saurian species, the Ssi-Ruuk but the extent of which had apparently been a closely guarded secret. A pair of knowing eyes fell upon the woman as she shakily took to her chair, a gaze of not judgement but admiration rested on her as she thought silently to herself. He replied softly, the heat of the moment simmering beneath his now calm composure.

"Please, think nothing of it." As she mentioned Dosuun, a brief array of images flashed before his mind's eye. "No one has been quite the same since Dosuun your Excellency. It was.. difficult for all of us, I can't imagine with the weight of all this." he said, pointing an annoyed finger at the comm station. "We all endured things we'd much rather have not." He nodded in agreement.
Taking a hesitant seat, he clasped his hands together, gently running the thumb of his right hand against the callouses of his left palm. Much had changed in the last few months, year even. He'd experienced things he'd never even considered a possibility, met new people, done things. The First Order may have a heavy fist, but Nate still believed that in truth the stability they brought to worlds ushered into the fold outweighed any restriction or presence felt by the local populations. Everyone had gone through hell and back during the Siege of Dosuun and it had made them better people for it - making them face their humanity. It was this humanity which had caused such a stir in his heart and mind over the conflict unfolding on the surface below the FIV Concordia. It burned him to the core that this humanitarian mission had so quickly been escalated to conflict.

The ramifications of the unfolding politically and morally charged quagmire were prolific. The tensions along the border of the Galactic Alliance and First Order had been escalating for months - some might even argue years but it had never boiled over to the point of armed conflict. Already lives on the ground had been lost, the loss of the FIV Wrath another staggering blow. The Commissioner knew well the actions the First Order had taken, coordinating a good portion of the relief and reconstruction effort himself. Faces of the fallen from his homeworld flashed before his eyes every time he blinked, their broken bodies forever engraved in his mind. This was the peace and order that the Galactic Alliance professed to bring? The words of the representative of the Federation had been pointed, provoking an emotional response - was that the goal? To initiate an emotional response from the First Order? It would certainly give them justification for their continued insolence - and if what the Grand Moff had threatened were come to pass the facts of the matter would quickly be ignored. It was the Galactic Alliance and the Independent Firemane forces who had fired first, giving oxygen to the burning embers of this backwater world, history would only remember that it was the First Order who ordered a full scale orbital bombardment.

Nathaniel had let his emotion bubble to the surface and to an extent... No. No he wasn't sorry. He had nothing to apologize for. First Order weapons had not started this conflict, First Order actions had not started this conflict. For a moment he paused, letting the silence sit between himself and the Grand Moff as she dictated orders and communicated with those back at home. Those at home. Too often rash decisions were made based on emotion over intellect - neither of which seemed the case here in the near orbit of Kaeshana. Natasi had been pushed, prodded, provoked. Even so, the Commissioner held reservations. He did not envy the position they had been put in, and he too had been inflamed by the comments delivered by the Federation though now he took deep breaths, clearing his mind. He was drawn from his silent ire by the Grand Moff's offer. Carefully he eyed the glass - what he wouldn't do for a drink right now, perhaps several but no. He was tempted to politely refused but if the Grand Moff herself offered you a drink, that wasn't something you refused.

"Much appreciated, Thank you."
Taking a deep breath he leaned back in his chair, taking the smallest of sips from the glass. It was good, not that he'd expected much less - this was the Concordia. As they sat in silence he absentmindedly drank from the offered cup, his mind torn. On the one hand, it was good that the Grand Moff had asserted her position, though it did put them in a precarious position. To follow through meant certain death for hundreds, thousands but to back down after delivering an ultimatum as she had would be seen as weakness. Biting the inside of his cheek Nate sighed, almost about to speak when Natasi turned to face him and expressed the quandary she found herself now in. It was a tough question and over the last few minutes he had been asking himself the same question - who was he? Who were they? His eyes drifted to the left, a look of determination painted across his features. As prodded him to answer he locked gaze with the woman, narrowing his eyes as he spoke.

"I won't lie - it's a difficult decision, certainly not the first you've had to make as Grand Moff. If I may.. it seems we're in the most precarious of positions. We are a government of people, living breathing beings with likes, dislikes, loves and hates." He trailed off, eyes straying to the viewport opposite where they sat. "To stop beating around the bush your excellency... When in doubt, go with your heart, not the hammer."
 
[member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="HK-36"] (controlling NPCs since I just wanna duel!)


Siobhan had fond memories of Wayland. They involved crushing Kaine's lung and setting him on fire with a flaming tornado. Of course, she had not emerged unscathed either. At the end of the battle both Masters had been dragged out of the burning forest by their minions, since they'd fought one another to exhaustion. The Force was her tool, just as her guns, armour and other technology. But unlike the man before her, she was not enslaved by the self-destructive nihilism of the Sith.


Scarlet lightning erupted from Kaine's protective barrier, after her sonic wave attack was blocked like a dam does a river's flood. Like a homing missile, the lightning arrows found their target and struck the pistol. Siobhan herself was unharmed, for her armour was a formidable barrier against such electrical attacks, much like Kaine's, but the sonic pistol was fried and of no use anymore.


She tossed the now useless weapon aside and intensified her onslaught upon his leg, feeling bones strain and fractures appear in his muscles as she unleashed her fury upon it, but then the Force gave her a warning. Twelve of Kaine's minions had gathered on the mountain aboard speeders, now two hurled themselves at her with reckless abandon.


The Grandmistress shook slightly when the concussive blast slammed into the ground around her feet. It compelled her to release her hold on the Sith's leg in order to anchor herself, but though she staggered a bit she regained her footing. Pain shot through her, but she stood. A telekinesis master who could not control her body was not worth her salt the moment she received a taste of her own medicine.


As it turned out, Siobhan was not alone. The Greycloak sprang into action, taking on the two Crownguards who'd brazenly launched themselves towards the Countess. More aid was incoming. See, the two combatants were on the middle of a battlefield, not in an isolated location.


Further away, a squad sized unit of Angelii had seen the situation unfold and now moved quickly to support the Greycloak. Should more of the Crownguard move to attack, they would find themselves under fire from implacable Force warriors who possessed great prowess with elemental powers and wielded lightsabres as well. Though lacking the power of the two warlords, they were formidable soldiers, personally trained by the Eldorai's Champion, Siobhan.


Beneath her helmet, disdain was written across Siobhan's features. She made a gesture with her left hand, and in her grasp the Force became a battering ram of power which she hurled towards Kaine, intending to slam him with a force about equal to being hit by a truck. "So scared of losing another lung you let your slaves do your work?" she hissed mockingly in a haughty tone. This was a duel for the masters alone. The rest was background noise. One of her lightsabres left her belt and flew into her right hand. Activating with a snap-hiss, it produced a burning orange blade.
 

Progflaw99

Well-Known Member
In Orbit \ Kaeshana
Status: Engaged by [member="Kurt Meyer"]
In Vicinity: [member="Pierce Fortan III"] \ [member="Ishana Pavanos"] \ [member="Sara Lee Jones"]
Surviving TIE/In Count: 9 (3 KIA)

The remainder of his squadron had their own issues to sort out, TIE/In's rocketing through the void of space, attempting to hold the blockade. Nils Brenner, one of the most notable TIE Aces of the First Order grinned behind the controls of his interceptor. Intuitively he rested his finger on the button that would send a pair of concussion missiles streaking towards the enemy starfighter, feral grin on his face as he squeezed the triggers once more. Just as the trill of a positive missile lock sounded the ship vanished, and angry beep indicating loss of missile lock. *What the hell...*

The next thing Nils knew, blaster fire was peppering the rear of the interceptor, jarring his flight controls. His opponent had landed a few solid hits. *Blast, how'd he do that!?!* An angry curse was spoken before he jerked his controls towards his chest, the inertia pressing him deeper into his seat as the fighter climbed up in a semi-circle. Rolling out of his hook, he glanced towards his shield readout in the eyepiece of his helmet. It had dropped significantly, an irritating yellow color indicating he was already down to just below half power. He couldn't keep this up much longer, his equipment was obviously outmatched - but was he?

Never.

Purposefully cutting his speed he continued to roll and make erratic cuts and spins, listing to his left slightly as if his engine was encountering increased power draw. For good measure he even increased the mix, sending a thin stream of black smoke swirling from his port ion engine. If he could lure the opposing pilot into a false sense of security he just might be able to get into position. The time for banter was over, Nils' fingers gripped the controls, knuckles white and sweat forming along his brow beneath the dark helmet. Continuing to dart from left to right in an unpredictable pattern he sent a quick transmission to his fellow pilots.

:: Sheikh 1 to Sheikh Squadron, requesting assistance. I've got a bogey on my tail, could use some backup up here. ::
Nils bit down on his lip as he spun back to his right. He sure hoped he could get some support - the non-response from his wingmen worried him. Glancing down he could see they were engaged as well by what appeared to be X-wings. If something didn't give soon, he'd have to start working on an escape plan.
 
Location: Near the Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Engage [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]
Allies: First Order and friends
Enemies: Galactic Alliance and friends.

Kyrel slowly recovered from the shock of the bombing. He was a bit dazed but recovered quickly from the attack, and focused on the pain and anger to enhance his ability in the dark side. He carefully walked upon the scorched earth, bodies of Stormtroopers and GA troops stained the earth with their own blood. Nothing pleased him more than all of the intense emotions he felt right now. Anger,Fear,Rage the planet,no the battlefield was ranked with it.

He than sensed a familiar presence that he had felt earlier. He looked over, and saw the Jedi that was before him. He grinned his saber arced downwards, he pressed the activation button and a unstable fiery red blade came to life again. He walked forward slowly, his prosthetics causing him pain as he moved, which in turn fueled his rage. He raised his saber above his head,and prepared to charge head on, than he felt a disturbance in the force. He saw the sonic rifle and used the force to try and project a barrier. The blast hit him partially making him stumble a little. Thankfully the barrier held together to prevent his internal organs taking damage.

He laughed which with the vocabulater made it sound very creepy. He than paced around him slowly twirling his saber in a Djem So maneuver, He wanted to savor the game with the Jedi as it had been his first encounter. He than had enough with the toying and rushed in, Using a force enhanced burst of speed to increase the movement of his armor as he placed a force barrier in place to block force based attacks. He than started his first barrage of attacks with a falling avalanche strike. Attempting to use his classic technique of bashing at his enemy, and attempting to drive him back through his rage,and cybernetic strength.
 
Location: Citadel of Dawn, Front Line Trenches.

Darth Vyrassu hardly paid any heed to the enemy soldiers that surrounded him. His goal was to make it back into the Citadel, and the trenches were merely a safer way to do it without being fired upon, that is, until it was clear these supposed Marines had stormed them. Naturally, the White Wolves stormtroopers were bringing down most of the marines that thought themselves quick enough to cross from trench to trench without receiving multiple crimson bolts across their chest plates. However, Vyrassu couldn't help but notice that someone with a weapon, not unlike his ow was coming right for him, one stray stormtrooper cut down before [member="Dax Fyre"] was on a dead run for him.

Interesting.

"You're in a rush," A'sharad's voice boomed from the mechanical vocoder. This leader of the Outback performed a small leap, by that time, A'sharad had taken half a step forwards, crimson lightsabre coming up in an underhanded slash across his body, straight for his opponent's blade. Not to clash, not exactly to block it, but with the momentum built up from that half step, the sheer amount of muscle and power that A'sharad had over this man? No. A'sharad didn't mean to clash, the leap had taken him off of the ground, obviously, which meant his feet weren't on the ground, Darth Vyrassu's half step had brought him upon the saber totting warrior likely sooner than he had expected, unbalanced perhaps, didn't matter.

Mistake.

"I'll end this quick."

That was when A'sharad's crimson blade came into contact with the orange blade of his opponent. Yet, it wasn't too hold it there, with the power behind it, and his size over his opponent, not counting the suit of armour he bore, he likely would've knocked the lightsabre clean out of his hands with the strength behind the attack, or had sent young Mr. Fyre some metres back.

Above, somewhere from the North, HE rounds were flying towards the second Sabercat.

--

In regards to [member="Aeron Kreelan"] and her antics, well.. The Living Force Theory was a lovely thing. The Force bound all living things together, and without a doubt, the drivers, gunners, and passengers that were in this very instant being unloaded, were all living things, but the metal construct itself? That certainly didn't subscribe to the Living Force Theory. In fact, the power reactor that was within it? Unseen, by the Zeison Sha, which meant it would be even increasingly more difficult to actually get a hold of within the Force to grasp. Without Force Sight actually being in play, or knowledge of the interior design of the Sabercat, how did she threaten the Sabercat?

"What's that one doing there?" One of the gunners asked.

"Who cares? Do your job."

The Sabercat didn't move, however, its multiple weapons did. Hellcaster cannons swung around to the blonde Force user and suddenly bolts were flying in her direction. Oh well. An extra grenade launcher or two were also sent towards her.

But what was the use in even doing that? Artillery, conveniently a couple of kilometres out of range crashed into the tops and sides of the Sabercat. The first rounds that struck it appeared to have no effect, the deflector shield of the Sabercat, unceremoniously being flexed as projectiles blew up upon it. However, the ripple fire tactic taken into account, the deflector shield around the head dropped first, one of the HE rounds punching through its head before exploding inside, A'sharad himself could see the resulting explosion as stormtroopers that were dropping out from the Sabercat had gone from pristine white, to scorched crisps. The following firepower from all twenty-seven tanks? Well, where the Sabercat was standing was a blown out husk, slowly turning on its side, undoubtedly slaying soldiers on both sides as it collapsed.
 

HK-36

The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
Character: Adventures of NPC Greycloak "Iron-Borne"
Location: Battle for the Citadel of the Dawn, foothills by where Vaas and his tank are on
Objective: Neutralize Vaas
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"]
Enemies: [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Forces: 1 Greycloak, clad in Protectorate Power Armor, 2x Electro-Cestus, and chameleon cloaks, armed with Magnetic Revolvers, heavy Magnetic Repeater, generic blue-crystal lightsabers, and Spear of Rae.
2 (5-3) Mobile Weapon Platform Spider Droids, Light Models, all armed with MD-1 mass drivers directly under his command


Even as Ludolf's tank lost its thread the spider droids did not cease to fire, skittering to the side after each shot, stopping only briefly to stabilize their aim. The tank shot back and soil exploded out from the hit, the droids narrowly missing the strike, pushed around from the shock wave, their legs digging into the ground to push themselves up.

The rotund war droids recognize the machine lurching forward when Vaas locked its pedal down to ram the friendly lines. The machines formed up, clutching together in a tight formation to oppose the war machine, firing still,

TWOOM-TWOOM!

Two shots from the mass drivers echoed out just as Vaas got out of the turret to man its anti-infantry gun, one solid slug bounced off of the tank's front armor, wheezing off into the sky just by his head, one of those close calls, the other shot was much more luckier, it hit at a better angle, either penetrating the tank to wreck havoc within or bounced heading right for Vaas and his shield.

Either way, as Vaas took aim the clumped up war droids, four of them, would be getting closer and closer, until finally his machine rammed them.

His tank jerked from the sudden impact and loss of velocity as the two front droids crumbled up and shattered from the impact against the tank, being pulled underneath it to use its own bodies to stop it, their scrapped metal chassis being pulled into the already weakened mobility mechanisms as the tank was trying to move with only one thread. There was probably no more moving it from the makeshift barricade it jammed into unless Vaas had another trick up his sleeve to revitalize the vehicle.

One of the back droids was launched forward from the impact, half-caving it as it splayed over the front of the tank, just in front of Vaas without moving, the other one was still visibly active, its mass driver twitched, aiming right for Vaas as the Commander hit it with the stream of plasma from the turret. The bolts bounced and left heated marks at first as he heard its cannon quickly charge up, it was evident its armor was the toughest in the front, especially against anti-infantry weapons, after all these droids were made to provide fire support when facing off enemy lines in defensive trench warfare. But just before the machine could fire Vaas burned his way through its armor plating and made quick work of its internal mechanisms, leaving a molten hole through the metal body.

Off to his side he could see a movement as the last fully functioning spider droid moved out from the cover of ruins it was briefly using to reload, it stopped, aiming for his tank as there was the quick whine of mass driver just before it fired. Unless Vaas, his crew in the war machine beneath, or one of his allies had a quick way of stopping the droid, it was going to fire aiming for the tank's main body from the side to cave it in and entomb its new found crew.

To make things worse, the spider droid that was turned over onto the tank's front armor plates twitched suddenly as two thinner metal appendages with claw-like pincers on the end extended out from its rear. The limbs were usually used by the machine to jettison its ammunition drums and replace them with new ones for the reloading process of its main gun, but in this situation they flailed and whipped blindly, seeking out Vaas in chaotic maneuver to either batter him or grab him and squeeze the life out of him, aiming to crush the man in their metal grip. Of course this strike was less than accurate as the machine was not able to see him currently, and it would be pretty easily avoided if he only ducked. Even if the limbs found him they would be stopped by his shielding system, unless the shields specifically stopped energy damage rather than physical objects.


Meanwhile, closer to the hills,

The Greycloak pulled on his rifle's lever before cocking it once more, its revolving chamber whirred with a soft noise of its rotation as the droid made sure the ammunition was ready.

He glanced to the side, looking to Ivan as he dropped his cloaking-cloak, materializing for the Outback Commando,

"That is Vaas!"
He pointed out towards the tank and the man currently manning its turret as it rammed a group of spider droids,

"Take him down- take him down!"

HK-Greycloak gave out a quick command to his allies, this was no time for pleasantries or elaboration, they had a battle to win.

The assassin droid raised his sniper rifle, aiming across the distance towards Vaas to wait for perfect occasion to find that one clean shot he needed, whether if it came when the spider-droid attempted to grab Vaas or when Vaas would leave the vehicle, he stayed his position and held patiently.

But he did not fire just yet, Vaas was already having enough trouble from the spider-droids, there was no reason to pile things on top of him just yet, plus the machine recognized when shield system was activated and wanted to see it dropped first before shooting.


As he held the overwatch he received a message from one of his brother copies,

I may need some backup here.

Silently using their instant-messaging communication Iron-Borne sent out a reply,

I am a little busy here, taking care of Vaas.

Where is Blade-Knight?

Manning a dwarf walker to put down fire support.

Lucky bastard.
 
Location: The Avenger
Allies: Tanomas Graf | [member="Alexandra Feanor"]
Enemies: Valessia Brentioch | Malok | @Darth Prazutis
Objective: Defend the Emperor

Max immediately made his way to the armoury upon embarking onto the ship. After undressing, he donned a suit of personal Imperial Knight armour. If he was to prove himself in the Imperial Remnant, then defending the Emperor himself would be a sure way to do so.

Upon exiting, klaxon bells began ringing around the ship "Is there a hull breech?" Max questioned a crewman. "There's a boarding party, probably trying to get to the Emperor!" Igniting his lightsaber to ensure it still worked, he rushed towards the command centre.

After taking a turbolift, Max encountered the Grand Master of the Imperial Knights herself, Alexandra Feanor. He certainly didn't expect to encounter any Imperial Knights yet, especially one of this caliber. Nodding, he followed her towards the command centre. Her words were comforting, especially with opening with a personal statement.

Entering the command centre, he looked towards a security console for any images of the intruders. One of the screens was already tracking a foreign group, though three in particular seemed to stand out from the rest. I should get me some of that he thought to himself, amused by Alexandra's drinking.
 
Location: Nearing the Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Take the Citadel
Allies: GA/Tygara, [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Elliot Locke"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Canal"], [member="Dax Fyre"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="Audren Sykes"], [member="HK-36"]
Enemies: FO, [member="FN-888"] [member="Aizen"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Asharad Graush"]
Forces: 360/400 TKO Marines with Magnetic Repeaters and Handheld Shattergun Rotary Cannons, 19/24 snipers in the eastern mountains in Nexu Armor with standard sniper rifles

The wave of reinforcements sent by the Kathol Outback would be quadruple that with what Joza had started with, though they could not stand up to the Stormtroopers in such sheer number. However, the combination of TKO Marines, snipers, Firemane mercenaries and HK’s droid army seemed to be giving the white duraplast clad soldiers a run for their credits. Either way, neither side was on the verge of becoming completely annihilated by the other. Advantages were lost almost as quickly as they had been gained all around. Some of the Marines would gather to flank Dax Fyre as he tore his way through enemy lines, giving the Rogue Knight a decent berth so as to not accidentally be on the receiving end of his saber. Joza had followed loosely behind him, but ultimately had to speed up in order to merge with the freshly arrived Marines, primed and ready for battle.

It seemed that Dax was in closer proximity to General Asharad Graush as he too cut his way through Allied forces. The pulsing red lightsaber made him somewhat of a target for the Marines not in the immediate vicinity, but further away enough so that they’d be a bit more lost in the crowd. Whether he chose to absorb, block, or retaliate against their directed fire was, of course, completely up to the General himself. The presence of the Sith Knight was kept in her peripheral of her mind, and if Dax needed the support then she would be nearby. But the energetic Knight seemed to handle himself well, and so Joza turned her attention towards the Anti-Air Walkers targeting the Alliance fleet. Their attention was primarily skyward, so she used that to her (temporary) advantage and launched into action. She made a beeline for the nearest AA/P-VW, saber igniting just in time to slice though a leg, toppling the modern day chicken before jamming her standard blue blade into the base of its nose gun.

A second nearby walker had taken note, unleashing a beam from its intact anti-personnel laser cannon. “Oh,” The Zeltron cringed beneath her helmet, telekinetically lifting the walker she’d turned to scrap and hurling it towards the one assailing her. This was going to be a long day.

Loadout:
 

Six-O

The Pan-Galactic Scumbag
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="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: Dreadwind

Pallid flakes of vapor crystal continued on, their ebb not yet met, seemingly no lapse in sight. Dreadwind had not forgotten her duty, still she lugged on, shivers cutting deep in to bone. Her life was to survive and adapt through hardship. Her job to persist and stand firm, no matter the cost, regardless of obstruction in path.

"Push!" she beckoned of trembling body, zephyr from lungs expanding as cloud from lips that split and glop blood from the biting frosts of [member="Kaida Taldir"]'s incredible power.

Through building she nudge ever forward, [member="Kira Vaal"] had never informed her of the situation that beset their shared goal. If the woman had fallen, she did not know. If the objective was lost, she would not yield. If a life spent in Intelligence had taught her one thing, it was to prepare for the worst, then strive for the next best solution.

The only easy day, was yesterday.

Words for all Operatives to live by.

In her time on the move, Dreadwind had acquired an MKII-Bolter, with an ammunition bandoleer. Stormtroopers were as deep and abundant as the mounds of snow that loft upwards from ground at a rate that defied nature--clearly the doing of a Force-User.

"Eck!" she exhaled, unable to seize her boots from gliding on iced floor.

With obstinate momentum, she skid in to a fraction of broken out wall with great impetus. Rattling pebbles loose and a sheet of icicle that stretched across the gaping mouth of the hole. With breath seized in her breast, she crouched, rifle tucked neatly with body and cover, she let her right shoulder lean against the firm support of the wall, and took aim out in to the flurry.

Something was out there.

"Can you believe all this snow?" One Trooper asked another with unmistakable intonation.

"No, and here I thought we'd left Hoth."

"Join the First Order. . . "

"And see the Galaxy!" A trio exclaimed with typical modulation.

"Darth. . . something. . who was it?"

"Some fish-face xeno, we're supposed to be supporting his position with the Red twins at the Communications Tower."

"Those Ren dolls?" The question aroused eager reply.

"Yuh huh, [member="Isla Ashen"] and [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]"

"Oh by Emperor, I love them!" A Stormtrooper exclaimed with ebullience.

"Finally, a job I can appreciate!"

"Shut it, we gotta get to that Tower, yesterday."

"Don't be jealous, "

"Stow it Troopers, that's an order!" The Squad Leader exclaimed with stern warning. "Break out the Comm, we're lost in this maze of poodoo."

Breathe in, exhale slowly.

Dreadwind steadied her mind against the gelid bite of ice rain and snow. Steeling her nerves to the task while she clutched jaw closed tightly to ease her trembling teeth. Figures began to loom as dark shades in the haze of winter, she had them in perfect position. Angle, height, surprise. She remembered a class with [member="Kaileann Vera"] about the importance of trajectory superiority when engaging multiple targets. For the briefest second she wondered if the Agent yet lived, out there in the Galaxy. The turnover rate for individuals in their field was tremendous.

She trained her targets with a rapid memory muscle exercise, rocking the barrel in her grip and against the support of the wall in the exact order she would loose each round. The wind in her ears begin to subside as her focus sharpened on the duty. She counted her breaths, then, with artful execution she vented one shot after the other.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!


Smoke respire from mouth of the Bolter barrel, the athletically built woman rose to full height and slid gracefully down a declivity of snow that had mounded upwards during the course of this colossal blizzard. Ahead of her, where the white powder clearly had been stained and sprayed red from great gushing wounds. She could hear the wet gasps of a single survivor, his hands clutching eviscerated throat.

"By decree of Directive 09-7613, the Strategic Information Service declares your Civil Rights forfeit as a hostile combatant of the Galactic Alliance in an active Warzone." She began, speaking with authority in to the whipping winds. "You are hereby sentenced to Summary Execution."

Bang!

[member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

The two girls of Ren made their purpose known, but their course of action beget them no easy route for escape. The Droid, IGa-60 had been in a position of prime survey and analysis. Able to critique and scrutinize a vast swath of land and movement from the Communications Tower from his towering perch amidst haze of white and mistral.

From the lofty high-rise that the Knights would take flight from, he bore witness to the attempt of escape, four globes of blistering heat that stood out as inflamed mass burning bright on heat sensoring scans. One Sith Knight had already fled from his mechanical supremacy tonight, he would not allow more to depart preserved and sheltered from the responsibility of their actions here on Kaeshana.

Conquerors could not come to raze and eradicate, then seek unabashed exodus. They would have to fight, right now.

Already the Droid had deduced a number of scenarios as the women glide deftly through frigid gale, rounding a corner that directed him above their chosen avenue of escape. Their area of terminal a mere 1500 Meters below his roost of cessation. He couldn't hold the lack of tact they shared, in jumping from the cauldron straight in to the fire, against them. He was, after all, a Droid. A figure outside of the purview of the Force.

All of these Force-Users were alike in one way or another. Take away their most advantageous weapons and abilities and they were left as chum to bait the waters for the true predators, like he.

For no sooner did they touch foot to surface of roof did the Droid ping their destination to [member="Kaida Taldir"] and all of the supporting staff of the Galactic Alliance.

No sooner than did he witness those glistening orbs of shielding aegis spark and weaken would he discharge ruthless aggression upon them from lofty station. A rapid clearance of five of his rounds from the MKIII-Heavy Bolter, a rain of explosive death and wounding shrapnel that would threaten to greedily consume lives and motor function from weak flesh chassis.

No, they would not escape so easily.
 

Krenis Skirata

Guest
K
Location: FOB near Dawn
Allies: [member="Canal"] [member="Elliot Locke"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"]
Opponents: NPC, Inc. [member="Aizen"] maybe?
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Krenis nodded- studying the scale of the enemy lines ahead of them. Trenches for the most part. That'd eliminate the feasibility of long range firefights, as their cover made the Alliance forces far too vulnerable. They had to get in and clear the trenches, turn them against the First Order. He registered what Canal said and he nodded, grinning beneath his helmet.

"Oh, yes." His eyes were cold and his voice flat, even before the helmet vocabulator. The other Mandalorians with him watched as the two conversed, ensuring their equipment was ready to go. "Let's show them why the Empire should have stayed dead."

His voice was flat, yes, but even through the vocabulator, the edge was evident- thin and sharp as a knife blade. The Empire wasn't some long dead government from history for Krenis. He remembered them and their atrocities, their betrayal and manipulation of he and his brothers, their enslavement and abuse of Mandalore, the torture and death of his new family and the reason of his first family. He'd never forgiven the clone commandos.

Now this First Order went about trumpeting the greatness of the Empire and of their cause, bringing back the stormtroopers and all their ilk.

Krenis wanted to watch them all burn.

He nodded at Canal's suggestion.

"Let's go." He turned to his Shriek-Hawks and gave a curt nod. They knew their business. He activated his jet pack, surging forward towards the lines, Westar held in front of him, spraying blaster fire at the exposed stormtroopers. He cut the burst and dropped to the ground in a crouch, pulling a flash grenade from his harness and tossing it into the trench.

He turned and looked down, waiting until it went off. Then he jumped forward again, aiming to vault over the trench, switching to the hard sound carbine. He flicked the mode to continuous sonic wave. He flipped the switch, emitting a wave of weaponized sound that would extend for 20 meters down the trench. It vibrated and hummed through his gauntlets and he grimaced. His arm still ached from Omega when it broke under the impact of blaster-fire, but he gritted his teeth and held it steady as the Hawks dropped in behind him.

"Hope you're ready for some personal fights," he grunted to Canal. "It's going to get tight."
 
The Reaper of Won Shasot
Location: Near the east side of the Citadel of Dawn
Allies: GA, TKO, [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"], @ Elliot Locke, [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Canal"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="Audren Sykes"], [member="HK-36"]
Enemies: FO, [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="FN-888"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Objective: Take [member="Asharad Graush"] out of the fight
Gear: Lightsaber (orange blade), Darth Moreth's Saber, The Fading Cloak, Assassin Pistol, Omega Blade
Forces: ASPD-1 droids (x2)

The Sith's step forward was just enough for Dax to still be in the air by the time their saber's made contact. A problem to say the least. Their blades clashed with a thundering crack and Dax flew backwards, no friction to keep him rooted in place. The Knight landed on his back and rolled, eventually popping up onto his feet to face the Sith again. Dax's eyes, hidden behind his skull-like mask, searched the larger man, any twitch of the muscle, or hint of an attack. Deciding that nothing would present itself as easily as that, Dax moved in once more. His two saber's hummed and buzzed in alternating measures, only to be broken by the rising sound of swings. The first attack came from the Sith's left, high, aiming for his head. At the same time, the second saber arced for the man's right ribs. Perhaps speed would allow the Sith to defend against both of Dax's attacks, perhaps he'd use his armor to his advantage and take one blow to defend against the other.

Dax had never been the strongest guy in room. But what he had lacked in strength, he made up for it in speed. That was the advantage he'd held over his opponents. Couldn't kill what they couldn't hit now could they? That was what the man would rely on here, not just the enhanced skills he wielded with his sabers (see Moreth's saber).

-----

The marine Dax had ordered to continue the push, one Corporal Halzyn Ciir, looked over at the two clashing Force Users as their first attacks rang out across the battlefield. 'Force be with you. Force be with us all...' he thought as he turned back to fire at the white-clad stormtroopers whose deadly aim felled his unit's Sergeant. The rodian soldier fell onto his back, a bolt taken right into neck. Halzyn fell to his knees beside his superior and checked the being's pulse. None was to there to be found. The soldier sat back a moment a wiped his brow with the back of hand. Command of his squad now fell on him. Not exactly how he'd wanted to get promoted... "Vornskr Squad! The sergeant's been killed! Hold the line and push back the enemy back to the wall! Get them out of the trenches!" the newly appointed leader ordered as he once more returned to his feet to return fire to the First Order soldiers.
 
Location: Citadel of Dawn,

When the other Force user was sent backwards, A'sharad was no longer in a rush. Instead, he merely walked forwards, crimson blade pointed out from his body as [member="Dax Fyre"] rolled to his feet. The man was right in thinking that nothing would turn up in analyzing his form, for he was, wearing armour. It'd be difficult to do so, unless he knew what he was looking for already, and with such unfamiliarity, it was doubtful.

Vyrassu was tempted to speak, to convince this force user that it was pointless to fight him, for he couldn't win. To join him, to rise amongst the ranks of the First Order by his side... But in truth, as any Sith should've been, General Graush wasn't in the business of wanting to share his power.

And then the smaller man was upon him again, fast, but lightsabre combat always was, there had always been an element of the Force in lightsabre combat. A'sharad merely employed the Force, enough of it to allow him to keep up with the man. An attack came from the left, that's where his lightsabre was, a high attack against a taller opponent, undoubtedly there was unnecessary extension. Vyrassu's lightsabre leapt upwards to clash with the Jedi's this time, but the moment they did, he pressed in an attempt to push him back. Additionally, there was a second lightsabre spearheading for his ribs, more akin to a stabbing motion than an actual slash. A slight flex of his right arm caused the embedded Light-Shield to explode to life from the gauntlet, large enough to cover most of A'sharad's chest. The shield lasted long enough to exhaust the entire momentum behind it, before it disappeared and when the unexpected resistance... Unexpectedly disappeared, A'sharad twisted his body away and to the left flank of Dax.

Simultaneously, the crimson beam descended from the high guard, attempting to slash towards the bottom end of the orange lightsabre, specifically the hilt and the hand that held it, while also reaching with his right hand to the second lightsabre that had attempted to assault his ribs, not the blade, but rather the wrist itself. As whenever A'sharad fought, he used the Force to not only enhance his senses, but also to increase his speed. A relatively large fellow with speed. Surely a traumatizing sight.
 
The Reaper of Won Shasot
Location: Near the Citadel of Dawn
Nearby: [member="Joza Perl"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Asharad Graush"]
(Too lazy to do a full header)

Dax wasn't surprised when the Sith brought his saber up to block his strike. However, Dax was surprised when his saber bounced off the light-shield which suddenly materialized between the two men. As quickly as the shield had appeared, so it disappeared, and then the Sith was to his left, saber screaming downwards, threatening to cut off his hand. Instincts, not active reflexes is what saved Dax's hand. The Sith's crimson blade struck the saber near the base, knocking it from the Knight's hand, the orange blade extinguishing before the saber clattered to the ground. A second hand, with crushing force gripped his left wrist. Dax was in an extremely vulnerable position. But, the freedom his right hand now experienced offered him a new way to attack. Swinging his hand around, he felt the Force bend around his fingers before sparking to life, and launching towards the Sith, blue streaks of electricity cracking the air.
 
Location: Citadel of Dawn, Front Line Trenches.
Objectives: Bulldoze Through Enemy Lines.
[member="Dax Fyre"]

One moment the Jedi had his weapon in hand, and then the next, A'sharad had disarmed him, at least of one of his weapons, the other had found itself in his right gauntlet. However, ever so aware, in the corner of his eyes, Vyrassu spotted the sparks flying from his fingers. So he was in tune to the Dark Side? Not so much of a Jedi, rather some Dark Jedi perversion. Even worse. Moreso was the fact he was fighting alongside the Galactic Alliance. Regardless, the lightning still struck the suit of the Sith Knight as it should've, there were no tricks to get him out of this one.

Before the lightning had struck him however, A'sharad's right hand squeezed his left wrist, tightly, more than tight. Likely enough to break the smaller man's wrist entirely. Crushgaunts were a lovely thing, and many armour smiths throughout the Galaxy had gained the knowledge of how to create them without Beskar as it appeared that, it was more of the servos within the gauntlets rather than the metal materials. And so he squeezed, even as the lightning struck his armour, with the intent of shattering his wrist bone.

Yet, the nullification resin upon it negated some level of the lightning. Still, A'sharad gritted his teeth. The final layer of the heat resistant bodyglove protected him from heat he would've otherwise felt, additionally, the phrik plates themselves had an underlayer of duraplast, to which protected him from the properties of the lightning that would've otherwise fried the circuitry. However, the suit of armour still smoked, but the attack was severely lessened. Even so, if the lightning were to have an effect on him, it would only momentarily hold him in place, and those cement the crushgaunt hold on his arm. That is, until the effect wore off.

And then, the crimson lightsabre clenched tightly in his left hand, was brought down and he attempted to plunge the lightsabre into his abdomen, and through his back.
 

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