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Location: Dusk
Angelii, Jedi Service Corps & Allies, @Anya Venari, Rhen Qel-Droma @Naamah Aesham @Samuel Quentin
"A host of my battle sisters under the command of the Grand Seraph has gone to the city to liberate it from the invaders. We have received no new word from them,"
The Corellian Jedi gave a nod, listening in.
"The Citadel of Dawn is under heavy attack from our forces. The fighting is intense, but they have broken through the enemy's defences and slain many. For the time being, we shall concentrate on fortifying the west."
"I can have some of our Jedi Knights and Masters continue with our Galactic Alliance Defense Force counterparts to continue to fortify the west. Search for any other survivors. With this escalating I want to ensure that we save as many lives as possible." the man flicked his dark eyes over to the Angelii.
"Is it true that there were orbital bombardments?" word was only barely coming to Rhen, but if that were the case then it made sense why the precautions of the Darksky and the other operating bases were being taken care of. With the last full effort made, the Darksky was now online and the citadel of the dusk no longer visible.
Elincia was excited that finally the Angelii would have their time to shine and joined the rest of the crew when it was the time to attack. They gained information from a droid that some enemies were in the area that they were. No clue who the Knights of Ren were, still, an enemy was an enemy. Kaeshana was her original home and all, and she really didn't want those people to get the control of it, however the most important thing that she was really excited about was the fact that she finally was going to have a chance to throw a spear at someone's face. Yeah, she was still a little kid in heart that wanted to destroy everything in her path, however, it didn't mean she was useless in a battlefield. She knew what to do when a situation required it.
So, everyone had their own things to do, and Elincia moved towards the ice lady to assist her. Her sisters came and created a protective shield around the Seraph, and also give her their own strength using their Sciia. Elincia, connecting with her attack, concentrated on her power inside. Right below the roof, the snow melted and the water froze, the frozen water started to ascend, creating very sharp and long ice spikes. So, if the attack would connect and the roof would fall, the ones on it would not have a very nice fall.
Vilin was genuinely confused. They had set out their ambush on his flank. Granted they hadn’t know that he had the technology to carry out an even more precise micro jump and reinforce himself with his reserve fleet. However, his flank was still the one most at risk. The position he would have thrown himself at had he been the enemy.
That left himself with several options. There was a vendetta against the vessels on the far GADF flank he didn’t know about; his opponent was far more intelligent and was laying a trap; there were more reserves on their way.
The first would be a good thing for the GADF. The third he had mitigated against with his use of gravimetric mines. The second one he could do little about. If his opponent could lay out such a disjointed strategy and pull off something amazing then all he could do was tip his hat.
[member="Aran Piett"] might have wanted the battle over. Vilin intended to fulfil his desire. The fleet that had attacked them from the rear was now surrounded and outgunned. Goulda had assigned the Sarix to aid them and now it was time to box this Imperial fleet in.
The bridge of the Viperous shook.
“We’re under fire from that resurgent class sir. The Discord has taken heavy damage to their engines and is down to thirty percent combat effectiveness.”
As the Viperous managed a quarter turn a Hammerhead class drew close with his two escort squadrons of A-Wings to provide cover. None of the ships ahead had tried to strike heavily with bombers to Vilin was free to divert vessels to Piett’s fleet. He had nearly twice the starfighters available and intended to press that advantage.
They had brand new, advanced K-Wings and D-Wings. Ships the First Order had not yet encountered. Escorted by X-Wings they seemed to be targeting the Resurgent class. Then the K-Wings activated their SLAM engines and the D-Wings accelerated to full speed. Far faster than the First Order escort frigates could react to they turned in to target the Victory-X.
The Stoic did not cease manoeuvring as the Resurgent came about. She followed in close, keeping her weapons trained on their target’s rear and keeping their heavy forward shields and armour in line. Another full volley from the incredible forward firepower that it could put down was unleashed. Raptor ACE’s and Ion cannons tearing at shields. Her escorts started to pick off fighters that tried to intercept the next volley of assault concussion missiles.
The assault from the Subjugator was more effective. Bringing the starboard shields down to 40% with no reply. Several weapons installations were damaged and brought offline. The Stoic was in a poor position and need to carefully manoeuvre. But the reply was coming. The Sarix was more than a match for the Subjugator. As the GAFG bombers attacked, so did the Sarix. She opened her account with a volley from hypervelocity cannons that ran the entire length of the ship. The hull groaned as they fired, inertial dampeners keeping the crew safe. Energy torpedoes fired and then she continued with her impressive array of forward batteries.
The Noble classes and other escorts continued to face the fleer of Rausgeber. Another volloy of energy torpedoes and hypervelocity rounds was intended to cripple the ship that had started on. Rear facing cannons continued to probe the shields of Piett’s escort frigates whilst the cloaked vessel continued her silent run.
Vilin still couldn’t understand it. Couldn’t fathom why they would leave Piett’s fleet alone. But for now he would press the advantage they’d left him with.
[SIZE=14.6667px]Post #: 9[/SIZE] [SIZE=14.6667px]Location: Santaissa Ruins.[/SIZE] [SIZE=14.6667px]Objective: Tally-ho![/SIZE] [SIZE=14.6667px]Allies: First Order and Friends, none directly involved.[/SIZE] [SIZE=14.6667px]Enemies : [member="Six-O"], Galactic Alliance and Friends, none other than Six-O directly involved.[/SIZE] [SIZE=14.6667px]Forces: 18 Stormtroopers (19 incl Pharazon). [/SIZE] [SIZE=14.6667px]Equipment: Standard Stormtrooper Equipment. [/SIZE]
Specific links for standard Stormtrooper support equipment
X2 FWMB-10 repeating blasters.
X1 TI-S Mortar.
X2 X1 D-93 Incinerator flamethrower (not present) (RIP in Petroleum Scorpio? I CANT DECIDE!)
[SIZE=14.6667px]Bayonets sang as they tore through flesh, Eldorai chanted as they fought with fanatical devotion, and blood flowed freely over armour, flesh, and pavement as an unimportant intersection in the ruins of Santassia descended into barbarism. Pharazon with his remaining, and dwindling, Stormtroopers fought savagely, almost all discipline thrown to the winds as they desperately clung to life. They fought with bayonet and blaster, with discarded helmets as makeshift clubs, with pieces of rock and duracrete in brutal and visceral melee, and with their very hands and nails as the horrific symphony of battle assailed the ruins. They fought shoulder to shoulder in a rough line, attempting to force their way through the mass of rebels. They remembered their brothers.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]The desperate remnants of 4th Platoon fought on as they tried to break their way through to freedom. They pushed forward and in many cases stumbled and struggled on top of the uncounted prior dead, they fought on their fallen and still brothers, their devoted enemies, and slipped on the veritable river of blood. Pharazon roared to the sky as he slashed, smashed and bayoneted his way forward against the furious and capable Eldorai, his right eyepiece had been shattered and gouged, exposing his brilliant but now bloodshot emerald eye in all its fury. He could no longer access most of his helmet’s features after an Eldorai had smashed his helmet’s right side dead on with an axe, Pharazon’s eye and his helmet’s structure had survived but the circuitry had mostly been destroyed. It mattered little, Pharazon had uploaded far more than his fair share of horrific direct vision combat video to the Command net that anyone monitoring the feed would know the horrific saga of the 4th Platoon 189th Company. His right eyepiece was likely still transmitting everything he saw but Pharazon cared little. If he lived he could be criticized or [/SIZE]court martialed[SIZE=14.6667px], if he died they would know how. That was it.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“By Sieger’s will we fight today, by our courage we stand together, by our blood we shall carry the day together my brothers!” Pharazon rallied. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]He tried to keep his men together to prevent them from being completely overwhelmed, shouting orders rather than relaying them over com, but there was little that could be done. They were fighting for survival from a desperate position, cut off to the rear, swamped in the front. Rebels amongst them. Pharazon had to rely on the hastily put together and desperate, likely suicidal plan he had put in place before their bayonet charge. He could not see Sandalphon anymore, and had no way of knowing if he and his deadly cargo were still advancing toward the armed speeder. He could no longer attempt to contact Cain, to whom he had sent a final data packet containing their position, situation, and a rapidly devised but hopefully brilliantly bold tactical plan for how he would bring his troops in from the south and encircle the rebels.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]He could only fight. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Blood streamed once again from his abdominal wound after an Eldorai had stuck a knife in it through the hole in his armour, before being stuck himself on Pharazon’s bayonet. He had a horrific pain in the upper right side of his chest from another blaster wound that had fused flesh and armour in a deep gouge. His little and ring fingers on his left hand had also been blasted almost completely off leaving only cauterized stumps. His armour was covered in dents and embedded slugs. Some portions of his non-pauldroned arm's armour had been torn off exposing his bodysuit, that was in turn torn exposing cut and punctured flesh. He fought on, with brutal determination.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“Fight on 4th Platoon, show them fear, show them the might of Order!” Pharazon cried.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Sandalphon could only watch and listen in despair as his brother’s fought and died as he surged towards the armed speeder, still a ways off as he made his way through the ruins in a crouched run. He dared not fire at any of the Eldorai to aid 4th Platoon after he had received his orders from Lieutenant Draken, as horrified as he was he knew the importance of his task. He could only take small comfort in the fact that the speeder’s deadly weapon must now fire into the chaotic melee. His legs pumped as he breathed deeply and continued to run.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]No matter how brave the Stormtroopers fought in the face of death the Eldorai were just as brave for their own reasons. Several dragged a Stormtrooper down to his death as they tore his helmet off and crushed his head. Another trooper was blasted point blank as he threw himself before his best friend and an Eldorai the latter had not seen in a final act of devotion, locked as he was with his bayoneted rifle with an equally armed separate Eldorai.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Pharazon watched with horror and all-consuming hatred as a fresh out of training Stormtrooper was hacked to death by the massive Klatooinian he had classified as their leader. The ghastly slaver was relentless, roaring more oaths in his alien tongue as he swiftly and savagely beheaded the trooper who had surged forward in 4th Platoon’s mass to take the recruit’s place. If he was not stopped he would shatter the line of shoulder to shoulder troopers and completely encircle them. Pharazon screamed as he surged toward the massive slaver, impaling an Eldorai and flinging her clear over his head without breaking stride as red descended on his vision. Smashing his way to the front and centre of his men’s line with his great shoulders Pharazon knew what he must do. He had earlier deduced that the fearsome Klatoonian was what drove the rebels onward and into such frenzied heights of conviction. His tactical instincts knew he had to be eliminated, that if he could just maintain his men’s momentum that they could breakthrough to the south. His tactical brain was not driving Pharazon, however.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]He roared the names of his fallen soldiers, he roared the name of his beloved sister Elenthyia, he gave in completely to his rage, to his hate, to his coursing emotions. His men surged forward, cries on their lips, tears streaming, blood flowing as they gave everything to the fight.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]He lunged at the massive alien, rifle and bayonet surging forward as he sought to impale the slaver through the chest as he roared, insensate. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]This was where he would make his stand, at the head of his men and their semi-permeable line as they tried to force their way through the rebels. This was where he would save or damn his men. This was where his enemies would know the power of his body, the hatred of his heart. Here, in a chaotic morass of fighting and dying, blood and bone, the rebels would either break them and go on to devastate the First Order behind their lines. Or be butchered and annihilated before the horrific, unimaginable wroth and desperation of the survivors of 4th Platoon to those safe and secure civilians elsewhere in the galaxy on this day.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Far away, Sergeant Remus Cain and his men could only listen to the now clear but horror filled platoon com and fuel their grim determination as they hurried through the ruins, still a great distance out.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“Stay alive Pharazon, stay alive 4th Platoon” Cain whispered, tears streaming down his face as he ran.[/SIZE]
Location: Space, Near Orbit Objective: Engage Nils Brenner Allies: Rogue Squadron Enemies: Nils Brenner
He was good. There was no doubt about it. He had flown against the One Sith multiple times in the past, but their pilots had always been sloppy, slow, improperly trained. It was something that had shown through in their tactics. Instead of actually flying well they'd just thrown fighter after fighter at the enemy, and the Republic, having he better pilots, always managed to take out ten men for everyone one that they lost. It was why Kurt was not only an ace, but a double ace.
The Courier had always felt the title was cheapened because of that, because the One Sith hadn't thought of their pilots as people, just an expendable resource that could be used whenever and however they pleased. The First Order seemed to be different.
At least this pilot was.
"Sorry buddy." Kurt said more to himself than anything else, gently shifting the pedals that controlled the speed and tilt of The Coil as he tracked the TIE's movements. His masers fired short, static bursts, either right after the enemy fighter or always directly before. "Let's see how you do with this."
As the fighter turned tot he right Kurt moved to follow in the Coil, but before he launched himself in that direction Kurt flipped up the small switch on his controls. He quickly pressed it and fired two light Concussion missiles. They were blind, but would lock onto anything directly ahead of them. As soon as they were away Kurt began to strafe the fighter with his masers once again, attempting to lead the fighter and push him directly into the path of at least one of the missiles.
So this was it then? The dark stranger stood and made his own demands, playing on Kira’s duty as her want to protect those needed. A knowledge on her that she found worrying, did he know about the Rebellion, was he aware? the Rebel movement was starting quiet, scattered throughout the galaxy in an effort to cause what mischief they could without truly revealing their cause. The Rebellion was rumour and hearsay, yet here was a member of the First Order practically confirming their existence.
There was a moment where she thought to charge him, to engage and just hope for the best. However the game was changed with Lynn being stuck between the pair in harms way. Kira couldn’t just let her die, not after being responsible for her heading this way in the first place. She had to do something, and the most logical choice was…
The blue blade disappeared into the handle and Kira moved to relax, ready to surrender as per the Sith’s demands.
However she knew that she could get one surprise on him, her hold on the force was naturally more then most would realise. She was by no means a trained Jedi, her learning done through chance and luck. Hopefully it would take him by surprise. Wrapping the knife with the force, she intended to throw it sideways, get it away from Lynn’s neck. She would then push the girl and launch at the Sith igniting her saber as she went. At least that was the plan.
The streak of bolts came lancing her way. Too fast for Choli to completely avoid. They struck at her shield, bringing them down to forty percent. Now she lost her second launcher.
Damnit!
A barrel roll allowed for evasion, but Choli couldn't continue in the air like this for long. One good solid hit and she was done for.
[ Rogue Two, cut port gonna try to -- ]
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP!
Turning back around, Choli prayed to the Force and focused. Beep, beep, beep of her sights came in. Alright. Flipping the safety switch off, the Rogue waited until the TIE Interceptor came into her sights. Not only did she fire one Brilliant missile, but the last remaining one.
Both flew sure and straight, ascending to lock onto the TIE and potentially bring her down.
All the while Red Squadron came looping around to continue the fight covering air support.
Kaeshana FLEEING Crashed Transport South of Santaissa Allies: FO Enemies: Creators of the Force Storm
[member="Vexen"] [member="Micah Talith"]
Irajah found herself scooped up before she could formulate an answer to Vexen's question. She cried out, pain slicing through her back and torso, but she didn't fight it. The growing sensation of danger that rippled through her was enough. She bit back further sounds of pain, wrapping her arms around Micah's neck and ducking her head. Each swift step sent shards of pain splintering through her, but the rising tide behind them begged her silence.
Seven
Six
Behind them, the fire licked higher and higher along the sides of the downed transport. The illuminated smoke was like a beacon for kilometers, drawing the attention of one of the rescue cutters sent down by [member="Aermoira Cyone"]. The fleeing trio was invisible beneath the trees and mist. Besides, the crash site stole their attention.
It was better late than never? Jaron had resigned himself to being the back up, but as of now his services had not been requested. He sat on the bridge of Rogue Prime waiting for a call. It was cloaked naturally, and had been for the entire time. His attention was on whatever thing he could find to think of. It wasn't until there was an explosion that his mind came back to the reason he was there. Jaron quickly hit the comm and made all call to anyone on the First Order frequency.
"That explosion, where was it, and is my assistance needed?"
Jaron sat back against the pilot seat. He would wait for the response. His role in this wasn't glamorous, but it was important. Even if he turned out to be the escape vehicle for those who were currently fighting.
[[ooc: so lost but didn't want to miss out. Feel free to tag me or pm me to get me pointed in the right track]]
[SIZE=10pt]Once the hiss announced the Jedi’s blade extinguished, he hoped she’d go through with it. Unfortunately not. She spat the merciful offer right back into his face – the Sith lord was disappointed they could not reach an agreement, but he had already laid out his terms. Gambling innocent lives like chips was a risky game, one a Jedi should never play. In this aspect, she had placed her bets on the wrong card, too greedy to lose anything, yet ultimately losing her winnings. While there was absolutely no guarantee the Sith lord would have let his hostage go if she went with his demands, at least there was a chance the man had an ounce of honour to him – with this chance deliberately sabotaged with a botched up rescue attempt, the woman was about to learn of choice and consequence.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]When the Sith lord felt a telekinetic pressure on his hand, he did not resist the tug – he seamlessly adjusted to its flow and moved his hand accordingly in a mockery of his opponent’s manoeuvre. Like an artist delicately moving their brush over white canvas, Darth Veles drew his blade across Lynn’s throat, painting a thin red line that truly resembled a painter’s stroke at first. The Eldorai’s eyes went wide open with fear and pain and as the Sith lord’s grip on her body disappeared, the young woman stumbled towards her saviour, wordlessly begging for help. One step, first drops of blood started to pour down her neck. Another step and the grisly cut opened, exposing her cleanly severed trachea with a fountain of red gushing out. Before the girl could collapse, an invisible wave of energy hit her back, hurling the twitching and gurgling body right at the Jedi.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“I was going to let her live.” [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]He added, speaking with such conviction that it only added salt to injury.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]The very next moment saw Darth Veles raising his wrist-attached comlink, relaying the fateful signal.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“Do it.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Acting fast and wasting no time, the webbed claws of Darth Veles pointed at his enemy and released a shimmering stream of blue energy, crackling and hissing as it passed through the air, indicating its master knew very well how to weaponize his own passion, turn it into a pure extension of the dark side’s power running through his veins and command this destructive mixture by his will. Aware he needed to make his way out before the entire area fell victim to a vicious onslaught of missiles and bombs, Darth Veles unleashed an unrelenting barrage of Sith lightning in hopes of incapacitating the Jedi and taking her with him. Given how much intel on the rebellion she had to have, he wasn’t about to let this well of knowledge burn and perish without a fight.[/SIZE]
With the typhoons apparently firing upon the advancing reinforcements, this would undoubtedly leave room for friendly fire as they were advancing to the tenches to halt the progress of the Kathol Outback Marines formerly led by [member="Dax Fyre"], and following the commands of [member="Joza Perl"].With the destruction of the Citadel, walls being knocked down that had previously been erect before the wall began, much of the ground was either cratered, or easy enough for the unified fighting force that were the stormtroopers. Basically, the distance would be short, and they moved fast. Dropping into trenches, having deemed remaining at the no longer existing walls being safe enough for them to continue 'manning.'
Naturally, many died, but there were hundreds more to replace them, and so they kept going.
The FRT-01's continued firing upon the enemy armour that they could, making the necessary adjustments in positions to get in range if necessary. Some on this deadset mission were destroyed, others earned kills, whether they were infantry or opposing vehicles, didn't matter to the General, and thus High Command. The AT-CW's remained where they were, though they had deployed complements, and those soldiers were on the way to the Citadel proper. It would take time of course, due to the Command Walker's firing apart from the other First Order vehicles further ahead.
--
In the time that it had taken for A'sharad to kick Dax Fyre to the ground and force pull his lightsabre to his belt, it had taken almost two seconds. A'sharad was no slouch, and he had already taken note of the Outback Marines that were gradually coming closer. It was a natural thought to come into his mind that without his lightsaber wielding opponent, there was nothing else stopping them from firing at him. And so he was already off. [member="Tempest"] may have force pushed, and it most definitely struck him in the back, but with the distance spread, nullification resin and allowing himself to be taken off his feet, and remaining limber when initial contact was made, as that lowered the chances of actually being injured versus tensing up. Only when the wall that was in his sights was coming closer did he release a force blast from his right palm to punch a hole through it and he crashed through the wall.
It felt as if the armour for the most part had absorbed the initial shock of crashing through the wall, and there was no stopping, the Force speed just kept goig until he was past the trenches. But then, in regards to [member="Leo Vandermolen"] and his flying brick, A'sharad had sent a look over his shoulder, and although he may not be on the level of these other telekinetic Masters on the field, it was still an aspect of the Force he had focused on, and he wrenched downwards with the Force, the sole intent of burying it into the ground, after all, it did look hard to maneuver, especially at such high speeds.
Lexi watched as the three ships continued to weather her fire. The captains of those ships had to be feeling conflicted. After a few minutes of trying to reposition, they stopped and began to turn their bellies towards her ships. That was a confusing action to her. True, the aft shields were likely the most damaged, and the bottom of a ship was likely the most armored, but the increase in target profile meant less of her shots would go astray. As the ships did their dance, hers continued to slowly approach.
"Continue firing all main batteries save Freedom and our Sentinels. Let's continue keeping them as fighter defense..." She ordered, though she had yet to even have a single targeting sensor pointed her way, let alone any sort of fighter screen or munitions fire. The same ships that fired last time, continued to ripple fire their munitions, sending another massive salvo from 17 of her 20 ships racing down range towards the same three ships she had been firing on. "We're still getting active scan data from the sentinels, correct?"
"Aye, Ma'am, Sentinels are scanning at maximum threshold on all frequencies." The sensor officer reported. "We've also got data coming in from the FOB General Haish set up dirtside. None of it is refined as of yet."
"Spin the raw data to a couple of probes, redundancy is the key. When ready, set them for Sullust and let them go."
"Aye. Presetting the nav comps also, they should be able to go to hyper as soon as they leave our hull."
"Good thinking."
Moments later, as Lexi's ships continued to pound on the same three of Rausgeber's ships, a pair of probes were cast into space behind them, likely too small to be noticed in the confusion of the battle. As soon as they left the hull of Dream of Freedom, they lit out into hyper space bound for Sullust. Copies of the data still remained within the drives on all of Lexi's ships, thanks to the tactical network, but contingencies were always good.
Actions:
1) Continued firing on the three ships from Carlyle's fleet
2) Sent scan data from the Sentinels and other ships back to Sullust via probes.
Without her knowing, the force was guiding her, silent as night she didn't speak, she took a breath quiet, she stayed on course, however she tensed as the missile was fired, she pushed down immediately to five some distance, she then came around and up, aiming for the bottom, she started letting a fury of fire out, the missile was yes still.following
However it was over for Sara, the missile made contact as the last chafe came out, it was to close, her engines were done, but she was sure...she hoped, that she had gotten [member="Choli Vyn"], at least made it so she crashed
The force left her, just as it came suddenly, she gasped as she realized she lost engines, she pulled the control then got to comms
I'M HIT! mayday mayday this is bolt one I'm going down! Activating emergency beacon!
She held the control, to close to eject, she had to ride this hell storm down, she started angling to level to the ground, it met harsh, she rocked as her head smacked the back of her seat, her fight the became a mess of metal and fire, she finally stopped wreckage on fire, her head throbbed, she looked around unhooking herself, she checked for the emergency kit and grabbed it and the blaster, she hobbled out...definitely broke something, she looked around as she sigh, she was confident she would survive..
And if her enemy had crashed...she'd meet her...and fight
[member="Nils Brenner"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]
By the time the shuttle had landed on the planet at its spaceport, Maurice was outfitted with a breathing apparatus due to his body's unfamiliarity with the terrain and its current oxygen levels. After disembarking from the ship, the Commissioner had subjected himself to the everyday hustle and bustle of a spaceport as he looked for a speeder taxi. Probably wouldn't find one he assumed after a few minutes.
His moron of a pilot had been left on the ship, if only because with his plan he would need him to be on the ship later, provided everything went smoothly.
"This is going to take longer than expected."
"Hey you, that bald guy! Yeah, you! The one who looks lost!"
Kaeshana
FLEEING Crashed Transport
South of Santaissa
Allies: FO
Enemies: Creators of the Force Storm
[member="Micah Talith"] [member="Irajah Ven"]
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Vexen darted ahead of the pair, becoming little more than a vague shadow once more. Sensitive eyes picked out a clear path for Micah. He was sure footed and the risk was low, but the cost of a fall would be very high indeed. Even a stumble could have been the difference.
She darted right then sprung off that leg and back left to avoid a tangled nest of roots. Above the fire she heard the whine of repulsors. Both ears perked up and swivelled backwards as they went. In her head she reflected on what they knew. Back pain, broken ribs, concussion. None of this would be good for the woman, but the alternative was to lose everything.
The sense of imminent danger grew. Her search priorities abruptly changed. No longer did she scan for flat ground but for some cover. A fallen tree provided little cover, but the hollow in the ground that had been ripped from the ground by its roots in the storm was perfect.
She didn’t speak or even convey anything as basic as words. Their Force Bond was strong enough that Micah immediately understood her intentions. Just a few meters and…
The flare of light was first. Unnatural scarlet from the detonation of a warhead. They didn’t hear it as much as feel the shockwave that sent them tumbling into the ditch. She held up a paw and joined Micah in forming as much protection across their little hollow as possible.
The blast of white followed the sudden concussion. A paw came out, grabbing the diminutive figure of the bloody woman in Micah's arms just as the Talith slid into the hollow. A savage grunt came as Micah bounced off the hard dirt, the pair using their bodies to shield the woman. Both hands came up, fingers splayed and the Talith erupted with the use of the Force.
A bubble of protection encircled the trio as dirt, flames, smoke, and debris crashed against the barrier, a nearly overwhelming cacophony that pelted them under the explosion.
Another grimace cut through that scruffy face under the helm, arms shaking as the second ticked by. When all was finally quiet again, Micah released the bubble.
[ Everyone alright?!] he called out, voice coated with concern through the voice modulator of his helm. Picking himself up, he peered out, only to glance back down at [member="Irajah Ven"]. Was she concious?
[member="Kyrel Ren"]
Location: Near the Citadel of Dawn
Equipment: Vanguard Armour, Lightsaber, Blaster Pistol, Sonic Carbine
Kyrel might have relished the thought of meeting his first Jedi in battle. However, that honour would have to wait for another time. Trextan had been introduced to the Force at the Sith academy on Coruscant. In the dark valley the One Sith had built after the assault from the Omega Protectorate in fact. A few weeks of his biological father attempting to teach him a different perspective did not make him a Jedi.
If Kryel had faced Jacen then he could have had that honour. Shortly before being defeated by a veteran master of the lightsaber and sent to the prisons deep beneath sullust of course.
The armoured Ren might have been a touch confused by the cry of challenge that escaped Trextan’s lips as he met that charge head on. The impetuous youth had no interest in forming a calm defence, he wanted to take the fight to this man. But that didn’t exclude him from learning.
He channelled his frustration into the Force, drawing on it to enhance himself. It appeared as if he had dropped his weight, set himself to stoically accept the blow. But that was not to be. At the last moment Trext raised himself up ready to manoeuvre. His blade angled away and he pushed Kryel’s blade out wide, to Trex’s right. Even if he hadn’t blocked the full force of the blow – instead allowing the momentum to carry it down – the Ren’s augmented strength was ferocious.
As the blade was pushed wide, Trextan took the centre ground. His left foot pushed forwards and he snapped his blade in. He looked to strike the joints of Kyrel’s right shoulder, which was the most exposed.
Shift between mobile and fixed. Never cross your legs. Always look to occupy the centre ground and deny your opponent.
Those words were Jacen’s, not his Sith instructors. They rang out in his head over and over as he attempted to dictate the pace of the battle for a while and deny the Ren the time to wind up any more sweeping blows.
Having gone unmolested during their push to the East of the Citadel of Dawn, the only fatigue they could claim was that garnered by their rapid push through the rough terrain - and even that was minimal due to their extreme training regimen. Pushing himself onward Rolf Amsel looked over his shoulder at the rest of the men, slowly fanning out behind him. They'd covered a lot of ground, most of it uneven as they trudged through the mountains. Taking a moment to assess his tactical map, Rolf grinned beneath his helmet. They'd come abreast of the Citadel grounds earlier but pushed farther North, winding their way through the peaks but now they were in perfect position, they only had to take one more ridge and they'd be at the North by North East flank of the Federation and Firemane Forces, ready to tear into their unprotected rear line with perfect line of sight.
Keying up his comm as he eyed the tac-display indicating friendly units and their positions, the Major isolated the encrypted comm frequency used by the Commanding Officer of the White Wolves, General Graush. The two had met several times during their careers dating all the way back to Rolf's Sergeant days but to say they were on a first name basis would have been false.
:: General Graush - Major Amsel Reporting. First Imperial Shock Trooper Company to your North North East. Requesting Priority targets, elsewise we'll just start firing away. ::
Pushing off again, they began to climb the final ascent to where they'd be able to see the entirety of the forces amassed at the Citadel. Hands gripping the SWE/2 Sonic Rifle he put left foot in front of right. His breaths came evenly though he could feel the strain in his legs. His company had geared up with the intent of heavy fighting, trucking around their gear wasn't effortless. The troops around him carried much the same loadout though a few troopers had been equipped with PLX-1 Portable Missile Launchers in place of their rifles. As they crested the ridge above where the fighting was the heaviest the view that greeted them was chaos. Below, blaster fire and explosions rippled across the torn earth. Focusing his attention on getting his men deployed he issued several quick commands, his company beginning to take up position and prepare to open fire on the enemy below, directly into their flank. Rolf waited a few seconds for a reply from the General though if priority targets couldn't be identified - he knew his men were prepared to choose their own.
Continuing to hold down the trigger of the tank's top-mounted turret, Supreme Commander Vaas was determined to take out the spider-droids. All but one seemed to have been knocked out, a few of them sacrificing themselves to stop the tank. Ludolf was prepared to abandon the vessel, which was now all but destroyed. The final spider-walker was firing into the tank and threatening to blow it up completely.
"Let's go! Move!" Vaas shouted to his makeshift crew, the two remaining Stormtroopers that had helped him commandeer the tank.
The other spider-droid, which seemed to be half-dead, twitched and lunged for him with its spindly legs. The Supreme Commander whirled around with his vibroknife, battering the legs just out of reach - barely - before his blaster hand came up and unloaded into the spider-droid. He tried to blast it in its underside, between its flailing legs, in order to avoid the droid's tough frontal armor.
He and his crew didn't have much time. Ludolf was the first out of the hatch once he had kept the spider-droid at bay, followed by the other Stormtroopers who were with him. The three men barely had enough time to jump off the Reaver tank before blast from the final spider-droid collapsed it completely. Hiding behind the nearest outcropping, Ludolf cooked one of his thermal detonators in his hand, and after a few seconds, pitched it towards the droid, waiting for it to explode on impact. Truthfully, he was getting tired of these long-range efforts. Somewhere out there, someone - or some thing - had sicced these droids upon him. It was time for a straight fight.
He stood up momentarily and waved forward with his hand. The Agent wanted a straight fight. He wanted to be up close and personal to feel his opponent's death, just like the man he had killed inside the Reaver. He wanted to feel their last breath as it exited their body. Cipher Eighteen had killed many before in this way, and he would kill again before the day was done.
Meanwhile, he had dispatched [member="Jaron Lesan"] on a commando mission to take out enemy armor, and the 214th Legion was now directly engaging Tempest's forces. As to whether the First Order truly had hundreds of Legions just like this one was anybody's guess. If "Odile Vaiken" was any indication, many of them were probably understrength at this time. None outside of High Command could truly be sure, but the naming protocol also seemed to be also partly based on historical precedence, rather than physical numbering accuracy. It was no mistake that the White Wolves Legion just happened to be the 501st. In truth, there could probably be endless debates amongst their enemies on the First Order's true manpower size. Supreme Commander Vaas was probably one of the few who could actually answer the question - and at the moment, he was fully subsumed into the consciousness of Cipher Eighteen.
The cobra gunships swooped down on the Stormtroopers, causing casualties. But the Stormtroopers themselves returned fire with their missile launchers, in an effort to take down the attacking ships. Choli Vyn's squadron now was assailing the AT-TT's, which had consequently also been targeted by the Thunderers. The AT-TTs were relatively quick machines for their loadout, and Vyn's squadron did not go unmolested. They were constantly being fired upon by the deadly homing missiles of the AA/Ps the entire time. The AT-TTs themselves had a chance to get off some well-placed rounds agains the enemy Typhoons, unloading their large heavy laser cannons into any Typhoon that crossed their targeting paths. Not only this, but the walkers themselves fired back at Choli and her squadron, from the rear-mounted anti-air batteries.
But Vyn's assault, despite being bombarded by anti-air fire, had at least paid off - one AT-TT was crippled by the missile, and then summarily finished off by the bombardment from the Thunderers some distance away. Another AT-TT suffered a similar fate, being hit directly by the missiles from the Thunderers. The other two walkers that had been targeted, however, were moving at a fast enough pace to escape the brunt of the artillery fire, which landed about a seventy-five meters behind them. Their shields took most of the impact.
At the same time, the forces of the 214th were spreading out and unleashing a hellish assault on the enemy infantry. The numerous Stormtroopers were focusing in on the small contingent of (250) troops that had been left to guard that flank, surrounding them with small-arms fire. They were supported by several of the Flame Assault tanks, which unleashed their scorching firepower into the ranks of the enemy, turning the battlefield there into a blazing hellscape. Not only this, but the FRT-01 craft had targeted the enemy's remaining Manticores in their sights, and blasted at them with their plasma cannons.
The eruption of the hard sonic blast hit the Sith Lords ears first, an unbearably loud noise continually growing louder, and louder. The pain ringing through his eardrums disoriented Braxus as he moved to grab cover, barreling down a nearby sealed door. Were it not for the sonic dampeners within his helmet surely the eruption would've blown out his eardrums, but then...
Crack.
The sonic blast crushed right into his right leg unfortunately caught out in the blast, exposed before he could pull it in. Immediately pain shot through as the hard sound crushed nearly every bone it came into contact with, the digital life support system showing him exactly what bones were broken while it let off a rapid string of beeping notifications. Braxus sank into the cover of the room and sheathed his sword, unslinging the ACS-205 Dual Weapon System from his back in the blaster setting. There were Sith Lords in the galaxy who relied on the force alone and the black power of the dark side to carry the day, not Braxus. He realized long ago the folly of such beliefs especially against determined opponents and one would find themselves without the force to call upon.
In this situation the force would not help him. It was a subtle, almost unnoticeable, but familiar shift when a nullification aura neared. In the throes of battle with adrenaline pumping and anger flowing one wouldn't even notice the gradual climb as they entered deeper and deeper. It was a trap and an ingenious invention, but he wouldn't be so foolish. Braxus switched to the x-ray vision type on his optics and turned towards the wall searching until he saw the lone perpetrator. While the pain shot through his leg his anger spiked, and in turn he used this anger along with his pain endurance to move albeit slower. The Sith Lord took aim with the weapon and stepped from the wall until he stood towards the left side of the open door, aiming at the wall.
Bang.
The viper launcher rang out, firing the flashbang grenade at the wall where it collided and deflected down the hall towards the direction of the soldier. It's blinding light went off and immediately following Braxus stepped from the wall letting loose a barrage of blaster shots down the hall the soldier if he was in sight.
