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

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Kaeshana orbit
Allies: [member="Vilin"] [member="Kyrana Gould"] [member="Alexandra Morrow"] [member="Talyn Krane"] [member="Zark"] [member="Tanomas Graf"]
Enemies: [member="Aran Piett"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Basileus Isauros "][member="Cyrus Tregessar"]
Objective: Face the First Order onslaught
Music: Rebellion

Oh, the enemy escorts enter the hornet's nest? Time to set them alight! she thought, upon seeing [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]'s escorts enter the triangular zone that had her heavy units for vertices. While they nearly shot down the ship designated FF-3, they failed to shoot down other ships among the escorts. Also, anti-missile octets from all sources fired upon the onslaught of enemy concussion missiles fired from the bombers, but the sheer amount of concussion missiles fired by enemy attack craft made it so that two of the Nebulons were lost to the attack by the enemy escorts. Since the enemy escorts, and also attack craft, were mostly targeting capital ships, not that many losses were incurred to the attack craft that composed the screen of the fleet. The bad news is: the Contempt has entered standard turbolaser range of the Excubitor, with the enemy Darr Itah firing its secondary batteries at the Excubitor. As she would have expected, the enemy would fire its secondary batteries at the battlecruiser's superstructure, causing the shields around the superstructure to take a beating, and also to rock the ship. Also, the remaining two destroyers were within one-third standard turbolaser range of Therapy Command's own destroyers. The enemy fire from the destroyers having been erratic, they had limited impact on the cruisers and the destroyers, which was mostly shrugged off (her Mateus and the Trimaran were mostly ignored by the enemy up to this point; while they took some fire, clearly it wasn't enough for their shields to be downed), much like the debris of the downed frigates were also causing limited damage to the particle shields of the ships around them.

"Pagoda mast shields at 30%, port and starboard shields at 25%" the chief engineer reported.

"VD-1 and VD-2 are breaking off!" the sensor technician added, shortly afterward.

"Let them go. Trimaran, fire main batteries, missiles at the Vanguard! Hero of Coruscant, Inysh, fire main batteries, missiles at the Scylla! All other cruisers, fire at CG-2's missile launchers!"

"Hopefully the debris from CG-2 exploding will damage other ships around... if we kill it"

"Secondary batteries on all ships, frigates, carriers, fire at the enemy escort screen! They have entered the hornet's nest!"

"What of the attack craft? They are the reason why you call us the hornet's nest!"

"This is Therapist Actual. All fighter squadrons, target the enemy attack craft! All bomber squadrons, close in on the enemy escorts at point-blank range and fire proton rockets on them! But, if any of the enemy ships with CG designations enter firing range, these are fair game, too, in which case aim for their baradium missile launchers"

It will feel a little weird at first to use as a designation the very healthcare profession she gave up to her subordinates; those who knew Cathul in person in the navy knew that she was a failed therapist. All 306 rapid-fire turbolasers from the Hero of Coruscant and the Excubitor, which fired four times as fast as regular turbolasers, were directed at the nine escorts, down from ten, that entered the hornet's nest, and also because they were positioned to attempt to flank these ships after they made their own attack on the frigates. Inevitably this will mean some stray shots will land on other ships, like Stormclouds or the destroyers. Thus far the enemy claimed two frigates: the Siobhan and the Columus. And what Cathul called the hornet's nest buzzed much more intensively while all 282 remaining X-Wings engaged the First Order's fighters and bombers, marginally prioritizing the bombers because there were added contributions from the defensive quad-lasers on the capital ships to fend off the enemy fighters. They entered one massive game of cat-and-mouse with enemy attack craft. And the 106 D-Wings took to the enemy escorts mostly in packs of 10-12, firing proton rockets at point-blank range on those escorts from behind whenever they could. Meanwhile, the Trimaran fired all 50 assault concussion missiles, 50 prow heavy ion cannons, as well as 30 turbolaser batteries and 60 Raptor ACEs at the Vanguard. There were 20 Raptor ACEs, 40 normal turbolaser shots, 28 assault concussion missiles, two 380mm hypervelocity cannon shots and 18 heavy turbolaser shots fired at the Scylla, these volleys ought to put both destroyers in a world of hurt, or perhaps even kill them outright, depending on how much of these things hit. It was a little tricky to pull off, but the Excubitor now had a clear line of fire on the enemy flagship, a Darr Itah, the very kind of enemy ship that can realistically give a run for the Excubitor's money:

"We now have a clear line of fire on the enemy Darr Itah, admiral!"

"Main batteries, hypervelocity cannons, fire on the enemy Darr Itah! We can't fire missiles on the enemy flagship they call a Darr Itah: their point-defense will destroy all of it. They found a way to destroy the Volksgrenadiers, besides, we exhausted 3 rounds out of 7 we have in each launcher"

"Then on whom to fire the missiles?"

"Missiles, fire on CG-1's baradium missile launchers! After this round has fired, switch to regular assault concussion missiles!"

Cathul was unwilling to risk missile fire on the enemy Darr Itah; she knows that the point-defense of that ship was among the best in the galaxy, which also ruled out bombing runs using attack craft. But, should this volley kill CG-1, or CG-2, let alone the Vanguard or the Scylla, the debris will fly everywhere and potentially damage other ships around them. She ruled out the Darr Itah being killed on that round for the simple reason that her firepower isn't enough to do that. Nevertheless, 58 assault concussion missiles and all three Volksgrenadiers are fired on CG-1, while five 380mm HVC rounds, eleven fifteen-second volleys of 88mm HVC rounds, 36 Nekogal heavy turbolasers, 18 Bulkhunter heavy ion cannons and finally 12 Lusankya super-heavy turbolasers were fired on the enemy flagship. The First Order still thinks our flagship is the Barsen'thor and yet wishes to make short work of Therapy Command? The enemy already fears us to the point of ganging up twice as much meterage on it as Therapy Command have! she thought.

Therapy Command (13500m):

Spoiler

Capital ships:
ANS Excubitor (Procurator-X-class Grand Battlecruiser)
ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier)
ANS Trimaran (Trimaran-class Star Defender)
ANS Fury of Dulvoyinn (Incus-class escort carrier)
ANS Voice of Lujo (Incus-class escort carrier)
ANS Inysh (Dreadnought Mk3)
ANS Cuvacia (Dreadnought Mk3)
ANS Thebeon (Dreadnought Mk3)
ANS Dahrtag (Dreadnought Mk3)
ANS Jacen (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Ryan (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Siobhan (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Astral (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Columus (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Bioavailability (Nebulon B7 frigate)

Attack craft:

282 T-70 X-Wings
106 D-Wings

 

[BE-183]

Dark Souls - Moonlight Butterfly​

Post: 7
Location: Around trenches at the Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Engage the augmented supersoldier
Allies: [member=FN-888] + First Order
Enemies: [member=Dish] + Grand Alliance

Bee felt it, even before it fell upon her, even before the rest of the platoon were hit. She couldn't describe how she had first identified it, but it was evidently a Force attack, and a bloody harrowing one. She knew to focus through it, anchoring her sight to her target. Clouds of purest hatred formed in her mind, deathly conceited whispers and burning shades tugging at her mental processes from the edge of perception. In her peripheral vision she discerned the roiling mass of eyes, steadily encroaching and demanding of her things she couldn't give. Another one of the Alliance's craven Sith tricks. But she resisted, channelling the well of anger it gave her. The stormtroopers were devoted, fanatically so, lending to their fortitude, and they fought through it with gritted teeth and a firm grip on their rifles. They had help. As quickly as it arrived, the curse was lifted by a mysterious benefactor, as Bee regarded the sensation of an inverse wave clearing the dark Force they were afflicted by. It had only succeeded in pissing them off.

Back to the battleground she was more used to, the tangible kind, with the lightfight underway Bee quickly understood this Charlie Foxtrot on her hands. Not just another Alliance grunt. But she was unconcerned. Her stormtroopers were trained from birth to be killing machines.

The soldier used a grenade to blow the wall inside his own trench. It was a bold move on his part, that or stupid, but it did the trick. As the section of trench began to collapse the flametroopers were forced to shift and regain footing, interrupting their fire. The riflemen scored hits to seemingly minor effect, and their answer was to maintain fire from both points relentlessly. Like an expert tailor who knew exact measurements from a glance alone, the troopers were unconsciously gauging their target and his moves with each passing instant, adjusting aim as they hit solid plates. It was a fulfilment of their very purpose, the barrage of plasma they cast at the imposing target a manifestation of their collective ferocity and zeal.

At least one of their shots appeared to successfully hit where it hurt, followed by his deployment of yet another explosive within the trench. It was clear the battlefield was this soldier's clay, and the chance of errant shrapnel didn't faze him. The smoke thrown up, however, was entirely their territory. Bee didn't have to tell them. They all reflexively switched to thermal imaging to see through it, then noticing the surviving Alliance and special forces moving to join the fight, and dispensing preemptive blaster fire at the most unwary of the bunch.

The rear guard were taken by surprise, dropping down in their cover as shots struck limbs, most of the energy luckily managing to be dispersed by their armour. They were relieved to have something to shoot at, but found they had to reposition, with a measure of covering fire, to the platoon group on the nearest side of the trench opposite to Bee, so as not to become surrounded by the wounded but still dangerous stragglers. The flametroopers were similarly caught out and rushed into cover with the group, same as the rear guard. They quickly devised a tactic, holding their fire for a few moments with hopes of luring out the Alliance troops, before the Incinerators were pointed in their direction, exhaling their deadly inferno once more.

Bee's third of the platoon saw the corpse, tagged by a greyed out IFF symbol, being picked up by the soldier through the smoke thanks to their optics suite. They didn't waver for a moment as it was launched in front of them, their resolve absolute from having trained all their lives. She lined up her shot while the supersoldier was occupied with the body, but he was faster than anticipated. Cancelling the shot as that vibroknife left its sheath, Bee shoved her F-11D in front of the trooper it was lunged at. The knife lodged in the rifle, ripping it from her grasp and breaking it, but the trooper it had been intended for flinched and backed away, none the worse for wear.

Bee was standing right in front of him now, causing her troops to hesitate from shooting due to the likelihood of hitting her, in conjunction with the established trend of those shots pinging off his armour. "I'll need a second, since you're asking." She prepared to roll aside in case he wasn't polite enough to wait, but otherwise called to her troops, "Head down the clear side of the trench, rejoin the second group, keep these GA off my arse and link up with 3rd platoon without me when you're done. You bastards better get out of this alive." They complied with a sombre "Hooah," seeing their acting sergeant ready to sacrifice herself. 6th platoon regrouped with the rest of their number, sans Bee, and engaged the surviving Alliance soldiers.

She pulled her own vibroknife from her belt and sunk downwards, adopting a wide, agile stance and low centre of gravity. She'd circle him for now, better to land the first blow but also better to have the first opportunity to read your opponents' move set. Aiming to keep her back to 3rd platoon's trench, she entertained the possibility of leading him into those E-Webs. "That's me ready. The name's Bee, by the way. How are we gonna do this?" Extensive hand-to-hand drills and countless rounds in garrison 'fight clubs' were about to pay off.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

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

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sS5HSzk4BbY​

As [member="Nathaniel Barrett"] spoke, Natasi kept writing, observing how her handwriting had changed over the last year since she had accepted the position of Grand Moff from the Supreme Leader. What had once been elegant and girlish, looping letters scrawled haphazardly across the page -- legible but somehow leisurely -- had become angular, aggressive, stark in its impact on the high-quality white paper that the ink scrawled across. "When in doubt, go with your heart, not the hammer." The Grand Moff's pen hesitated over the paper and her eyes were momentarily unfocused, staring at the table but beyond it, as if she could see through the wood table, the durasteel plating of the ship, through the vacuum of space and the raging war below, to the surface of Kaeshana. She stayed like that for a few long moments, an uneasy silence settling between them as she considered his advice.

What was in her heart? When she stripped away the fatigue of struggle after struggle, threat after threat; the abduction of her friend and confidant Sioux Chambers; the insult to the First Order that the Galactic Alliance had ambushed a peaceful humanitarian mission and killed dozens of unarmed scientists and civilian aid workers, what was her heart telling her?

"I never wanted war," she finally said in a breathless tone; almost immediately her eyes became glassy with tears. "Never. I know all to well the human cost of it -- the cost in life. My own brother, my closest friend in the world, was killed during one Sith war or another." She swallowed a hiccuping sob. "The First Order was going to be different. We were going to get on with it in peace, to do right by our neighbors and protect our people from the chaos of a galaxy constantly tearing itself to pieces with war and strife and murder. I wasn't going to be one of those leaders that some percentage of the population would never be able to regard without regret and disgust because she threw away the life of their son, their brother, their neighbor down the block." She looked across the table at Barrett, hot tears clinging to her eyelashes for the briefest of moments before the dam broke, and first one, then another, then a third splashed down onto the paper she had been writing on.

Natasi produced a kerchief, primly embroidered with NJF in ivory on the corner, and dabbed at her eyes before any more tears could escape. "But as much as I try, there is no containing the beasts," she whipsered, locking eyes with Barrett and looking like she would give anything -- everything she had -- to be anyone else in that moment. The weight of responsibility was evident on her exhausted features, the twitching uncertainty playing out as her fingers twisted the kerchief into knots. "If I had my druthers, there would be no war. Not today. Not ever. But I am not empowered to end war, and if we give into these terrorists -- these murderers -- thugs! -- if we give into them now, we will embolden them. We risk more innocent lives." She inclined her head, inhaled through her now-stuffy nose, looking for all the world as if she was trying to convince herself of the virtue of her cause, before appearing to notice her paper again. She picked up her pen and scratched her signature into the bottom.

"We cannot be defeated here, Barrett," Natasi declared imperiously, holding out the paper to him across the table. "I will not let it be said that our scientists and relief workers -- to say nothing of the stormtroopers laying down their lives in their dozens, if not hundreds, this very moment -- died in vain... for Kaeshana," she declared, her lip curling with disgust. "I may not have it in me to destroy this planet on a molecular level. But I will rain down the fire of hell upon the aggressors and their perverted allies. My heart bleeds for the people of Kaeshana; they have been put through more than enough even before today. But if they must suffer more, it will be the fault of the Galactic Alliance and their Dark Jedi friends, and not us."

I, Natasi Josephine Fortan, Grand Moff of the First Order, duly empowered by His Leadership Sieger Ren, do hereby bestow upon [member="Nathaniel Barrett"] the rank of Governor of Riflor, along with all the honors, privileges, and authority with which it comes, and do hereby deputize him to defend Riflor against all enemies, foreign and domestic, and commend him to the task of providing for the people of Riflor the safety, security, and opportunity that is the birthright of all First Order citizens.

Signed, on this date and in this place,
Natasi Josephine Fortan

"I appreciate your candor, Mr. Barrett. Honesty will be an extremely rare commodity during the coming war. I will be glad to rely upon your counsel today and, Balance willing, into the future."

 

[Aran Piett]

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Objective: Engage Alliance Naval Forces​

Location: Orbit over Kaeshana​

Allies: First Order, [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]​

Enemies: GA and their Allies, [member="Vilin"]​

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The Indomitable moved to get a broadside to both of Vilin's fleets, with the bow pointing towards the rest of the Alliance fleets. The Daggers and Denials moved to support the Resurgent class as well. The Subjugator however was following the orders sent to it by Aran. These orders were to get to the broadside of the reserve fleet's Trimiran and open fire with a good broadside of turbolasers and ion cannons.​

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"Halsey, divide our first one side towards the Reserve fleet, and the other into the rear of the main fleet. I want all batteries. Also order our starfighters squadrons to hold position around the Indomitable, and wait to lure the Alliance fighters into range."​

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"Aye Commander, sending orders out now."​

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"Good, also send word to the Subjugator if they need support, to call for it. We will give them the Daggers if they need it."​

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"Commander what about our guns into the main fleet, and targets?"​

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"Yes Lieutenant, target the Thranta and the Command ship. I want this battle over right now."​

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"Understood Commander, sending the coordinates to the gunnery stations now."​

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"Thank you Lieutenant."​

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Aran looked on from his bridge his forces positioned right where he wanted them, and it was time to use the heavy weapons and armor of the Resurgent to the fullest. Meanwhile the Subjugator, made it's way to the starboard of the Trimiran of the reserve fleet and started to hit it with a broadside volley.​

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Spoiler: Fleet, and Orders.

1x Resurgent Class, FIV Indomitable Broadside attacking both the original fleet, and the reserve that has shown up. Targeting Vilin's Command Ship, and Thranta in the Primary fleet, Targeting Hammerheads in Reserve fleet (Minor Engine damage, shields holding but will fail if continued assault.)

Spoiler: Fleet, and Orders.

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1xVictory X FIV Subjugator Engaging the Command ship for the reserve fleet from a broadside.​

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3x Denial Class Escorts Set to engage any fighters/bombers that make runs on the cruiser, and Resurgent. Turned on their EWAR to prevent jamming . (One sustained damage.)​

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2x Dagger Class Escorts Formed up near the Resurgent to prevent bombing runs. Turned on EWAR to prevent jamming​

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[Maurice Dalton]

Location: Coming Out of Hyperspace Over Chalcedon

The transport shuttle came out of Hyperspace and almost instantly, they were hailed. It appeared that Maurice's calculations had been incorrect, the Galactic Alliance was already in place over Chalcedon, just... Waiting to be deployed to Kaeshana. Well, it wasn't an entire waste of time. Interesting at the choice of words though. Warzone?

"Plotting jump to nearest First Order Sys-"

"Open up the channel," a pause from his pilot that also doubled as communications.

"Wait what?"

"Do it."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

And then he was patched through.

"For a warzone, it seems to be lacking, well, war." A pause from Commissioner Dalton. "Is that your business over Chalcedon?" After being a soldier in the One Sith's Army, being confronted by some Captain, Admiral, or some such wasn't of much concern to him. Maurice walkd to the console and flicked a switch. "Be aware that I am broadcasting on all channels, for anybody, and everybody to hear." Those nearby being the First Order, but whoever this person was probably knew that. Still, there were many planets with no affiliations to the First Order. Were Galactic Alliance forces actually given orders to be threatening? Maurice, for one, doubted it.

[member="Lokthra Dawning"]

 

[Dish]

Location: Trenches
Enemies: [member="BE-183"] + The First Order
Allies: GA
Objective: Give the Brave One an Honorable Death

Dish could've kept going, it wouldn't have been hard, a quick draw of the pistol on his thigh and a few shots in their backs, it would've been over quickly, he'd likely have reacted in time to counter BE too if he'd tried and got lucky. But he didn't so much as move his hand towards the firearms, the enemy soldiers who faced him in the field of battle had his respect, and therefore he fought them with some regard for honorable combat, dark sider's of course were a different story, but the woman in front of him was no dark sider, if anything she was a pawn in the grand game of galactic politics, just like he was. Though perhaps he was a knight now, he wondered if he qualified.

She reminded him of one of his brothers, Sarge had always watched out for his men, as well as Dish and Fi, and more than once he'd stayed behind to cover their extraction only to fight his way out. He'd been a hard bastard to kill, but as some honorless One Sith Knight discovered, it was not impossible. "I'm sorry." Was all he said, with a simple flick the knife was in a reverse grip, and he was coming towards BE at a breakneck speed, one that normally could only be obtained with the force, and sunk low. He slashed upwards, aiming to bring the knife up from the side of BE's hip all the way to the opposite shoulder, and even if he missed the sheer amount of force behind the blade would indicate he was more than capable of cleaving through the armor.

Dish hoped she'd drop just like that, defeated and ready to finish off quickly and painlessly, after which he'd kill her squadmates and make them all one with the force together, but something told him that this one was going to last longer than the others. She certainly had guts, he gave her that without question.

The alliance forces, after losing several men to the flame trooper's adapted tactic devised their own counter, with one drawing out a flame trooper and a Alliance sharpshooter taking shots at the explosive fuel tank on the troopers, all whilst the others engaged the remaining elements of the platoon, taking quick shots before diving into cover once again, though some, due to their injuries were just a second to slow, and fell under the fire of the white armored troops.

 

[Diysuperguy33]

Location: Upper orbit over Chalcedon

"This is being broadcasted on all channels" said her comm's officer.

Lokthra thought to herself; this guy new what he was talking about. Not new to anything like this, she suspected he was hostile. Why else would he broadcast on all systems, it's not like the Galactic Alliance is hostile to everyone. But without solid evidence she couldn't act upon her gut.

"Galactic Alliance business doesn't concern civilians. Please leave this sector with all due haste, if you do not we WILL engage you."

This was her final warning before she could engage.

[member="Maurice Dalton"]

 

[Dax Perl]

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

The crushing force around Dax's wrist was the only thing he felt. He cried out in pain as the bones in his forearm cracked and splintered, the immense pressure created by the other larger man's gauntlets forcing Dax to drop his saber. As his cry of pain died down, Dax became distinctly aware of the hum of the Sith's saber. And then a curious coolness washed over him, expanding from his stomach. A slight bit of confusion entered the man's mind as he looked down towards the source of the peculiar sensation. A hilt, almost touching the man's abdomen glowed from its emitter, the only visual evidence of the saber being active.

The Knight's jaw clenched tightly, the muscles suddenly becoming much more defined, the realization of the devastating settling firmly in his brain. His breaths became ragged and coarse, each gulp of air making every muscle in his abdomen scream as the contracted and expanded around the burning saber. He tried to raise his arm, painfully, and managed to at least place his hand on the Sith's breastplate. The Rogue tried to draw on his opponent's life force. But not even the hunger which resided within him could be conjured now. His hand fell away limply as the sounds of battle around him faded away, his vision blurring and blowing away like the light of a candle.

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Halzyn could hear the pain high above the din of battle. Wheeling around he glimpsed a crimson blade sprout from the back of the Knight who had commanded him only moments earlier before the scene was obscured by stormtroopers who swelled around the two Force Users. "No!" The Corporal, now Sergeant, brought his rifle up and fired into the crowd of pristine armor, several falling before his hail of light before his blaster began to beep, signifying the empty battery. "Feth..." he drew his sidearm and began to fire once more, a few of his fellows wheeling around as they realized the encroaching forces neared, pinning them in between two fronts. Halzyn had to get to the Knight...

 

[Maurice Dalton]

Location: Chalcedon

The channel was muted.

"Think we should run?" Maurice questioned his pilot.

"Yeah, I'd like to live, you know."

"We'll get through this. A patrol definitely already picked it up. First Order protocol would be to investigate, right?"

"Wait, you're asking me, Sir?"

"Weren't you military?"

"That was your other pilot. You gave him today off. I'm his stand-in."

At that, Maurice blinked. Interesting. Well, that was a mistake. In his haste in getting off of Yalara he must've forgotten that he left John Doe all the way back on Yalara... Or had he sent him back home to Dosuun? Did he even live on Dosuun?

How am I forgetting these things, I'm not even old.

"Sir?"

"Sssh, ssh, we've nearly been a minute silent, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, great. And people know where we've gone?"

"Obviously, you're a Commissioner."

"Right." He was nodding his head before he pointed at the muted channel and indicated to flip it open. "Alright, alright, you win."

Pause.

"My answer is, No."

"You see, right now, the people of Chalcedon, those who are listening are seeing you as dictators. Preventing people from entering the System. That's a no, no, not a good idea on your part. Blockading an innocent, unsuspecting planet for... What? I've got a house down there, you planning on stopping me from seeing my family?"

"You've gotta family down the-"

The look the pilot got in turn was all he needed as a warning to shut up. Thankfully, the pilot's voice wasn't loud enough to actually activate the voice sensor for the transmitter.

[member="Lokthra Dawning"]

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: Citadel of Dawn, Front Line Trenches
[member="Dax Fyre"]

The Sith Knight stared directly into the orbs of the Jedi. If only Dax could've seen the unavering gaze behind the helmet's visor. There was no love, no hate, it was merely... War. Merely a hunger that A'sharad required sating. As the smaller man fell into his body, Vyrassu deactivated the crimson lightsabre beam and in a swift motion hooked his lightsabre back onto his belt, but not before kicking him away and onto the ground, likely incapacitated as the Sith glanced to one of the lightsabres on the ground.

Specifically, it was the one belonging to Darth Moreth. With a slight tugging motion, the lightsabre flew up into his palm and it took was hooked onto his belt, as you see, there were multiple hooks available for lightsabres and other trophies.

Without another thought, A'sharad was on the move again, once more ignoring the trenches for he had wasted too much time. He was almost surrounded and the First Order Troopers were being pushed back with everything the enemy had.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Location: Aboard Ship, The Avenger
Allies: [member="Tanomas Graf"]
Enemies: [member="Malok"] | [member="Valessia Brentioch"] | Engaging - [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Objective: Eliminate Darth Prazutis

As I come around the corner I witness a sight that chills my spine and floods my belly with fear. A behemoth of a man clad in armor strides down the corridor toward me, wielding a wicked looking sword in his hand. I watch in horror as he decimates the Remnant soldiers, that blade of making long sweeps that send heads and limbs scattering like leaves beneath an autumn breeze. Blood follows and turns the white floor red.

My helmet HUD runs a scan and comes up with a match. It's a Sith Lord, unmistakably.

I turn to my soldiers and wonder if behind those black helmets and red visors they are just as scared as I am.

"You're not equipped to deal with this. I am."

None of them carry a mechamiri pack, without the void stone they won't survive. I'm not even sure I will.

"We'll take him together."

"No, you'll retrace back to the last corridor and flank their forces. Go."

"Yes, sir."

Never thought I would be happy about carrying rank, small as it is.

Turning back, I see the monster drawing near to me and the pace of my breath quickens. I try to analyze the situation, but I've never been the smart one. The corridor's ceiling and walls will limit his range of motion on that sword... I think.

Raising my carbine to my shoulder, I depress the trigger. A blast of hard sound capable of shattering bone ripples out in a cone. I aimed for the Sith's legs. Maybe I can slow him down.

 

[Diysuperguy33]

[member="Maurice Dalton"]

Location: Chalcedon Upper Orbit

//ooc Just noticed I kinda wrote it like that didn't I...

"No of course this isn't a blockade. This is a fleet of starships on a neutral planet, merely curious of the travellers near here. We don't want to stop you if you had family. But in wartime, it's never bad to be cautious. You sound like you know that... Continue to the surface to see your family" She said over the comms.

"Keep an eye on their ship, I have a feeling they aren't who they seem. If they make any sudden/hostile moves, then deploy a squadron of fighters to disable their engines. Other then that, we shall be ready to reinforce [member="Cathul Thuku"] if and when she needs us." Lokthra said to her officers.

 

[Dax Perl]

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

Dax was only dimly aware of a boot connecting with his chest, and his back hitting the ground. His mind faded in and out of consciousness as troopers ran to and fro, blaster bolts dancing above his head, the beams of light difficult to look at. Suddenly the face of a man floated above him, and he could feel himself being dragged through the dirt. "Ge-get off me..." the Knight wheezed as he tried to shake the soldier off of him. The man, of course, attempted to keep his grip on the Knight, but when a blaster bolt nearly took his head off he was forced to drop Rogue and fire back. Dax struggled to his feet, the blaster bolts around him suddenly seemed a whole lot less dangerous. As he painfully lurched forward after the Sith, his broken hand wrapped tightly around his guts, Dax became aware of a heavy weight in his right hand. His slugthrower...when had he drawn that? He fired the weapon and missed the trooper he was aiming at. Again. The trooper fell this time.

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"Where the kark did he go?!" blaster bolts careened past the soldier, as he turned in a circle looking for the wounded Knight. "I look away for two seconds!" a crack filled the air, and Halzyn looked in it direction. The Knight was firing a slugthrower. "Tough bastard." The Sergeant had no difficulties catching up to the Knight, and he grabbed the man by the shoulder turning him around. Another shot went off near the man, the Knight almost shooting him in his dazed state. "Sir! You have to get to safety!
"My-" he sucked in air through his teeth. Even behind the grotesque mask, it was clear that the Knight was in great pain. "My saber..."
All at once the Knight collapsed, Halzyn barely catching the smaller man. "Aw chit...medic!" he called out laying the man on the ground before firing at the First Order troopers who grew ever closer.

 

[Maurice Dalton]

Location: Heading Into Chalcedon Low Orbit

Maurice was nodding his head, probably like a fool. It wasn't as if the voice on the other end could actually see him, but the last words that he had had to give to [member="Lokthra Dawning"] was, "Thanks. My family will be glad you spared me." And then the transmission ended. Additionally, the transport shuttle took an exceedingly long way around the host of ships over Chalcedon. Sure, they had public documentation, recordings that probably reached First Order worlds that there was an apparent civilian ship in orbit of Chalcedon attempting to land, and had been granted unmolested passage, but, Maurice couldn't be too sure.

Especially with the transmission off.

"Told you."

"You didn't say anything though."

"I thought it."

"That doesn't count."

"I can still fire you."

"I'm flying your ship."

"How hard can it actually be?"

Deep down however, Maurice was certain he enjoyed the adrenaline rush he was currently experiencing. In the face of danger, instead of claiming the first shot as his own as he had in the past as a Commando, he took the first shot in another way. One that hadn't led to hostilities, and one that got his heart pumping all the same. He may not have possessed a physical weapon, but the danger was there all the same, for both sides, he imagined, though he figured that the side with the much bigger, many more ships was a little less scared of him than he was of them. It had been fight or flight, and he had been ready to fight, as brief as it would've been.

"Get us to the Spaceport. I hate flying."

 

[Aeda Shaytari]

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

Ensconced in their little fortress, the troopers in the comms tower were relatively safe from harm…provided they all stayed within that small shield and Ysalimiri radius. They would find it hard to fire out of their shield, and they would especially find it hard to reinforce those outside.

Those outside though would have trouble retreating. The Angelii would breakup into their 5-6 woman squads, and moving swiftly with the Yazgids would move to surround the comms tower, and then move in.
The bombers when they arrived would find it hard to target the Alliance forces if they maintained close contact, especially with the blizzard still blowing. They would have the option of laying waste to their own troops as well as their enemy, though even then the ruins of the city provided strong cover.

Aeda herself led a small force of her honourguard, and came in to meet up with Kaida and close the net. The HRDs deployed would find that the elemental Angelii were their natural nemesis. Lightning of course never went well with electronics, whilst the magnetic skills of the terramancers would also be devastating to any droid caught full force. Even fire and ice was effective, both through sudden temperature changes damaging the skeletons, and by concealing their sisters from visual and heat scanners with temperature fluctuations.

Closing in, Aeda’s lightsabre blazed as she closed in on some of Agent Rossi’s troopers, her Angelii following behind as she sought to cut off their retreat.
If they could do so, then whatever aerial attack the First Order had planned would either need to be called off, or risk heavy damage to their own side…though the First Order did not seem too worried about this!

Then, a message. Two of the Ren on the roof.
“Kaida, two marks attempting to escape. Bring them down and we can engage them.”

 

[Tempest]

Allies: [member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Nima Tann"] [member="Sed Frieder"] [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Six-O"] [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Laira Vereen"]
Enemies: @Project X-2[member="Pharazon Draken"] [member="Valius Rau"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Ludolf Vaas"] [member="Nils Brenner"] [member="FN-888"] [member="Pierce Fortan III"] [member="Rolf Amsel"]
Location: Relocated to the north side of the Citadel of Dawn

Tempest provided cover for Elpsis, allowing her to use her mental skills easier. Despite misconceptions, it was perfectly possible for Force users to discriminate between friends and foes. How else could battle meditation function?
By operating directionally, and geographically, Nima and Elpsis could use their abilities on contingents of enemies specifically.

The 214th Legion meanwhile had arrived. Yet another horde of enemies. Perhaps most distressingly the fact it was the 214th meant there were likely 213 other such units! Thankfully, they were not all present on Kaeshana. Probably.

Regardless, they were approaching, and that meant it was time for action. Information gleaned from orbital relays and via live intel from the defenders pinpointed the understrength Legion’s approach. This was messaged back to the Thunderers. These artillery pieces were well, well behind the lines, a good 7km from the Citadel of Dawn, and with much terrain in between. They were long range bombardiers who did not require line of sight. Thus any direct attacks would have had no impact.

However, they lined up their data, turned, and delivered some special attention to the 214th’s walkers. The nine guns, having pinpointed the position of the AT-TTs, unleashed Rapier artillery rounds on them, 2 for each except for one of them. These rounds, using guiding fins and data uploaded from orbital and live recon, allowed them to be exceptionally accurate; 95% within the blast radius, and 99% within 30 metres. With two directed at each walker, the chances of hitting were almost certain.
The shells used were of the Penetration sort; designed to pierce and then explode, unleashing explosives and white hot phosphorus into the walkers they hit. These weapons could potentially smash the powerful AT-TTs in a single salvo and knock them out of the fight.

The Cobras moved to engage the 214th Legion, though they did lose more of their number to the AA fire. They did however unload more rockets and blaster cannons into the Stormtroopers as they attempted to attack and assault the position of the reserve detachment.

Said detachment had dug in among the rocks and terrain features and used it to their advantaged, firing at any white armoured Stormtrooper coming forward.

By this point the forward and reinforcement contingents had arrived, deploying to give the forward units a chance to recover and to push forward and take the Citadel at last.
To assist with this the rocket pods of the Typhoons unleashed a second hail of explosives onto Asharad’s advancing Stormtroopers as they advanced from their juggernauts. Though they were formed up in a skirmishing formation rather than a tight mass, the rockets of the typhoons allowed them to sweep large areas with fire, tearing and rending the infantry unlucky enough to be caught in the open.

The battle continued, with the Yazgids targeting the VA Mk2 speeders with shatter cannons and striker launchers, whilst the tanks and walkers engaged the main enemy forces.
One of the Firemaws was indeed hit and totally destroyed by fire, whilst several more Reavers were destroyed or disabled by fire. The Manticores with their railguns were especially useful for targeting the remaining FRT-01s, along with the Firemaws. Those heavy walkers, if brought down, would significantly reduce the First Order’s offensive capability.

The 4 squadrons of Avengers meanwhile would need refuelling soon. Therefore, two squadrons disengaged and moved up to the high orbit Frontier corvettes to refuel. They could re-equip, then switch over with the other two.
Those two squadrons of fighters still deployed split also. One covered the sky to watch for enemy fighters and bombers, the other continued to make sorties against Asharad’s troops, using blasters and their remaining warheads on the infantry and vehicles respectively.

Tempest meanwhile had seen someone who had to be a Sith who had downed an ally. She grabbed Elpsis by the arm.
“Sith trying to escape! Let’s get him!” she called.
That was a more noble pursuit than fighting nameless goons. Calling on the Force she leapt high in the air, landing unleashing a blast of telekinetic energy into his back to knock him down before he could slip away.

(If I have missed anyone, please let me know.)

Forces and deployment:
(Forward Firemane contingent – Tempest, Elpsis etc)

• 337 240 infantry armed and equipped Mk2 bolters, Sentinel armour, thermal detonators etc. Mounted in Yazgids of which 10 8 survive and are in action.
• 3 2 heavy and 6 4 light Mag’ladroth walkers.
• 8 4 Reaver assault tanks.
• 1 Firemaw MAVT

(New contingent – landed to the north, combined with advanced force)

• 1,250 960 infantry armed as above – the contingents of 5 Vigilance Frigates from the fleet. Infantry mounted in Yazgids.
• 250 235 detachment of the above defending against the 214th Legion’s advance.
• 3 2 Manticore Heavy Support Tanks.
• 18 Typhoon artillery tanks. 6 with AA missiles, 12 with standard cluster munitions.
• 9 Thunderer SPA. Deployed rearwards with air support.
• 6 Hydra AA tanks.
• 15 11 Reaver assault tanks.
• 3 2 Firemaw MAVT
• 3 heavy and 6 light Mag’ladroth walkers.
• 24 18 Cobra gunships.
• 48 42 Avenger fighters in 4 squadrons.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

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


Now at last the Angelii were in combat. This was their calling. Kaida might have long lost faith in the Great Goddess Ashira and the goddess-given manifest destiny of her people, but she was a warrior at heart. And now she was defending her people's right to self-determination and freedom. It was a cause she could embrace. There was no doubt, there was only duty.


It was time to get to the purging. From high above, a war droid, able to survey the battlefield and equipped with enough firepower to take on a squad, pinged her the location of two enemies of the Eldorai. Confirmation came from her order's grandmistress.


Knights of Ren. One could consider them the First Order's counterpart to the Angelii. Both were elite corpses of Force-using soldiers who embraced a martial ethos and service, to the Supreme Leader and the Star Queen, respectively. They would not be allowed to escape.


"Cover me," she spoke laconically and directed her focus towards the roof the two Knights had sought refuge on. Given the blizzard raging, it would have already been covered in snow. This made it even easier for her to bend, warp and manipulate. The cryomancer thrived in the icy, biting cold that had enveloped the ruins of Santaissa.


So as the war droid rained down hell upon them with the firepower of his MK3 Bolter, Kaida gripped the aforementioned roof with her mind. Her goal? Pull it down and make it cave in, forcing the Ren to collapse alongside it. So she relentlessly assaulted it with her Sciia. Brutal, precise aggression and tremendous power were unleashed upon the enemies of the Eldorai.

 

[Nima Tann]

Location: Going towards trenches, Citadel of Dawn
Allies: [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Tempest"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Michael Sardun"] / Galactic Alliance&Tygaran Alliance
Enemies: [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Ludolf Vaas"] [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Pierce Fortan III"] / First Order

The mental slaughter of the two masters continued to affect people's minds, and yes, Nima had enough training to understand a friend from a foe, so just affecting the minds of the enemies around a specific area, Nima has faced an obstacle as she continued to give her whole concentration towards the mind manipulation. A mental shield of sorts, one to protect the minds of those from slaughter. No matter how weak it was, since it was shared between everyone instead of directly preventing her link to exist further, and it seemed the one projecting the shield was inexperienced for her standards, she pulled back since still, there was a war to win and she wasn't going to spend her whole energy for this. She hoped it provided enough distraction for them. Once she pulled herself back to reality, she felt sick, her mind was a mess and the whole world was turning, the voices were echoing and everything was just wrong really. Well, that was a battlefield for you.

Taking strength from the wrecked vehicle to get up, she let out a groan. The first steps in the reality was difficult, as she felt like a thousand needles stabbed her feet in every step. Trying to control her breath as she continued to take strength from the vehicle to move, after a minute or two she once again, had the full control over her body. "Well, that was something." She talked to herself as she checked if anything was missing. Sabers on hilt, no limbs removed. Yeah, everything looked good. The battle continued at the background, with more death and destruction going on. After examining the battlefield, she realized that there was quite an opposition going on at the trenches, and enemy population was quite a lot there so she decided to assist them. No more energy to use her mental powers effectively, she was going to rely on her dueling and less mindblowing Force skills from now on.

Going from cover to cover until she reached her allies position since there were bombings going on by First Order's ships, she started to move towards the trenches quickly, her steps still a little unbalanced from the last events that happened.

 

[Leo Vandermolen]

Location: Citadel of Dawn
Allies: TKO, GA, [member="Dax Fyre"]
Enemies: FO, [member="Asharad Graush"]
Items: Bandit Speeder, Nexu Armour

Leo had overslept, kark that was a bad excuse for missing what was amounting to one of the largest battles in the Galaxy but it was the best one he had. Thankfully, he'd received [member="Joza Perl"]'s message in time to board the TKO dropships from Kal'Shebbol and help reinforce the Galactic Alliance where needed. The ships landed in a secure zone east of the citadel and the TKO marines poured out to assist Joza, meanwhile, one of the transports unloaded Leo's Bandit Speeder for him. This thing was a beast.

Leo loaded up and took the the wheel, two other marines riding along, one shotgun and the other on the speeder's mounted gun. The citadel was in chaos. Leo had been told about the planet of Kaeshana before, about what had happened to its surface and its people, but this was just... well, you get the picture. Amidst the war-zone, Leo spied a familiar figure, wielding that unique, orange saber... He also watched him get cut down from afar. Leo wasn't aware what had become of Dax, but one thing was for sure, he was gonna get the fetther who did that to him. "Hold on to your seats boys, this may hurt a little."

And with that, Leo slammed the accelerator, the speeder ramping up to 400 km/h, told you it was a beast. Leo pushed forward, aiming to obliterate the Sith who was now walking away from Dax's body. He could think later, right now it was time for some good ol' revenge.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Citadel of Dawn
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Tempest"], [member="Nima Tann"], [member="Dax Fyre"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="Mao"], [member="Elliot Locke"]
Enemies: [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="FN-888"]


Suffice to say allied forces were unaffected by the mental attack. Otherwise no one would employ stuff like battle meditation and illusions. Regardless, by now Elpsis was feeling a big headache and could use some aspirin. Moreover, her nose was bleeding and she felt rather dizzy, so she cut the mental threads. Her head was spinning and she breathed in deeply, drawing on the Force to steady herself.


As a matter of fact, she could really use a vacation when the battle was over. However, that would not be the case for a long while, so she sucked it up and moved on like a good firemane. She was pulled out of her meditation when her Dahomian girlfriend seized her arm.


Sith hunting! Yay! Both of them leapt high and, as Tempest unleashed her telekinetic battering ram, the redhead played support, opening a link between them to pour energy into her lover, fuelling and boosting her strength and power. For a short duration of time, the Storm Lady would have better stats. In part, Elpsis' prowess would become hers. Should they come under counterfire, Elpsis could cover her lover. A Firemane combat medic, hearing the call for help from Halzyn, meanwhile rushed towards Dax.