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

[Rexus Wenck]

Location: Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Counter the Advance.
Troops: 41 Stormtroopers Left.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1dKf23xXPME

"Come on lads, destroy them karkin anti-air batteries!" Rexus snarled, firing another volley of sonic blasts into the halted armour column. The braver stormtroopers rushed out, and began to fling their remaining detonators at the column, hoping and praying that'd it'd make one more obstruction. Rexus ran forward, covering a particularly private who was dashing between cover, when a GADF trooper managed to score a hit on the lieutenant. His sonic rifle was now karked. The trooper hit a lucky shot, short circuiting the firing mechanism, and causing it to explode.

Although it only singed his armour, Rexus dropped it like a hot potato, and dove to the ground, taking out his pistol. Before his assailant knew it, he'd taken a blast to the brain. "LT!" The private called from his new place of cover, "Need a hand?!"

Rexus shook his head, "I'll see if I can score something from the trenches!" Rexus said, "Head down trooper, you're doing great!" Rexus called, before rolling away from his position. No need to expose himself getting up. He rolled into a freshly made crater, and clambered out of it. His fellow troopers suppressed GA fighters while their arguable incompetent officer sprinted into the trench. Rexus jumped into the trench, and took off his helmet. His face was reddened, and he ran a hand through his hair. He was exhausted.

Then, in the distance, he heard a dull thud, another set of boots hitting the dirt. Rexus turned, half expecting to see a friendly set of eyes. Instead, he saw something far different. The enemy. And she was aiming at him. Rexus scrambled for his pistol and couldn't find it. "Motherkarker." he swore, he mustn't have secured it in the holster while returning to the trench. The punishment platoon professional reached for his only other weapon. His bloodstained stun baton, still caked with the blood, brains and marrow of the Eldorai sniper.

The stormtrooper ran at her, baton cackling with electricity. He could feel adrenaline building, the cold air on his face when he ran forwards. One more kill for the Order. One more death to his total... Then it hit him, right as he'd raised the baton to slam against her skull. Knocked backwards, Rexus was launched backwards, until he sat pat against the opposite side of the trench. "Kriff..." was all he could let out. He felt his left arm welt and burn. His armour was now shattered on the left shoulder pad and gauntlet. "So that's how it's gonna be then?" Rexus asked with a snarl, heaving himself.

Despite the pain, Rexus remembered two things as he pulled himself together. He bit down on his lower lip, and winced putting pressure on the arm as he picked himself up. He leaned down and took the baton up. It still cackled with venom, and Rexus starred her down, "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into sweetheart." Rexus growled, moving towards her, "Time to taste real pain." He snarled, raising his arm, and slamming his baton down upon her. If this was the type of fight she wanted to have. Well. So be it.

[member="Mao"] | [member="Djacen Koyne"]

 

[Pharazon Draken]

Post #: 10
Location: Santaissa Ruins.
Objective: Tally Ho Some More. With a tow, row, row, row, row, row for the First Order Grenadiers. (Intersection Battle Extravaganza)
Allies: First Order and Friends, none directly involved.
Enemies: [member="Six-O"], Galactic Alliance and Friends, none other than Six-O directly involved.
Forces: 17 Stormtroopers (18 incl Pharazon).
Equipment: Standard Stormtrooper Equipment.

• Support equipment
  X2 FWMB-10 repeating blasters.
• X1 TI-S Mortar.
• X2 X1 D-93 Incinerator flamethrower (not present)

Fearsome and hopeless battle raged around Pharazon, it filled his red tinted vision, deafened his bleeding ears, and choked his lungs. Yet, there was only a single figure that dominated his focus, Xerrzyk the Ghastly, massive Klatooinian, slaver, and the focus of Pharazon’s great ire. Also the creature that had just slammed his great foot into Pharazon’s helmeted head. The impact slammed Pharazon to the side, knocking him off balance but not off his feet given his own impressive size and weight.

His bayonet swung wide as he was slammed to the left. Quickly stabilizing himself, Pharazon took quick mental stock of the damage. He suspected his helmet now had some kind of dent in it but luckily he did not think anything more serious than that had been inflicted. Not that Pharazon was not already rather seriously wounded, but he thanked the mists his head was not now fractured.

Slowing himself, reining his fury back into a brooding, barely chained animal, Pharazon eyed the massive slaver. Barely restraining himself from rising to the creature’s foul taunts. But he could not contain himself for long and he had little time for any measured or probing strikes, this was survival or death not some duel with a foppish Hapan noble. He also did not have the luxury of solely fighting the slaver, having to fend off Eldorai and break them before his onslaught to stop them from getting by him and attacking his men in packs. His men... His men were struggling all around him, his fallen brothers stared blankly up at him from the ground, their blood was on his feet, their blood was on his hands.

His men were fighting and dying around him, screaming and roaring, and they needed him. They needed his decisiveness, they needed him not so much as a direct leader anymore, but more as a two metre tall warrior of sculpted muscle. They needed him to fight. Pharazon could not stop his emotions from regaining control, his rage, his grief, that was all that was left to him now.

“Die!” he roared simply.

Refusing to abandon the initiative, Pharazon lunged forward again, angled himself with his left shoulder forward, knees and back slightly bent, and thrust with his bayonet forward once more. He also angled his left shoulder toward the Klatooinian in order to either impale him or get Pharazon in close to the alien, close enough to inhibit his sword, and slam into him of course to bring Pharazon's great weight to bear as a weapon. He could feel his lifeblood flowing from his body, his pain racking his mind, his left hand slipping, but could do nothing else than fight. He had to kill this alien, and he had to do it fast. He was putting every last gram of effort and energy into his attacks, into just keeping his body moving that one second longer, and again, and again. His vison was blurring but he surged on, if he was to meet his ghastly end here, he would give Xerrzyk something to remember he and his men by.

Elsewhere in the ruins, Sandalphon was closing in on the speeder, but had reached a figurative precipice. He had to cross approximately 150 to 200 metres of unbroken ground to reach the ruin the vehicle was behind. Hiding amongst the last ruined building as he steadied himself, he was forced to slow his breathing prevent himself from hyperventilating. He was terrified. Terrified of being blown apart on the run, terrified for 4th Platoon, terrified of the Klatooinian, and terrified that he would soil himself again. But when he looked up from his vantage point again he grew grim and determined. He could hear the horrific, nightmarish sounds of his friends fighting and dying, giving their last measure of devotion to give him a chance at success. He would not let them die in vain, he would not fail them, he would not abandon the men who had been his brothers and fathers when his own family had deserted him and his young sister. He would give them everything.

Taking a final deep breath in, Sandalphon took a small holo projector from a small, non-regulation pocket on his bodysuit under his breastplate over his heart and looked at it, one last time. It was his sister, she smiled up at him, with those eyes that always made him feel like a hero even in his darkest hours. He played the small audio file that accompanied the holo, his sister's little voice so full of warmth and kindness beyond her years with an ever so slight lisp.

“I love you Edmund, don't forget about me” it said simply, playfully, her laughter punctuating the end of the recording. He repeated it again and again, before with great reluctance and tears welling in his eyes he slipped the holo back under his armour.

He exhaled, and tore from his hiding spot, running faster than he had ever done before. The speeder crew had seen him, but he ran on.

“For the 4th!” he cried, voice breaking as he keyed the detonators’ pre-programmed timers.

“And the 1… 8… 9!” he screamed with all his courage and emotion, as he slid the satchel into his left hand and fired the pistol in his right as he forced his legs to pump faster and faster beneath him.

He would throw that satchel into the speeder or die trying.

 

[Nima Tann]

Location: Northwest, Citadel of Dawn
Allies: [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Tempest"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="HK-36"] / GA and TA forces
Enemies: [member="Ludolf Vaas"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] / FO forces

Nima was on her way to trenches going towards cover to cover quickly, however still unbalanced. At this rate, she was going to fall unconscious before she even reached to the trenches, so a little break would be great. When she saw one of the Firemane tanks going in the opposite direction, call it luck, the tank seemed to notice her as well, as the gunner of the tank shouted at her direction meanwhile she fired at the enemy infantry's positions. "Master Tann. Glad to see you are okay. We have received a distress signal from our troops at northwest and are reallocating some of our troops to assist them. Your assistance would be appreciated." Nima nodded her head immediately and started running to the tank with the little strength she had, meanwhile the gunner covered her back. She reached at the hatch and almost threw herself in, and then the tank started speeding up once again.

Having a little room to relax and catch her breath, of course if you could call sitting in a tank trying not to die relaxation, she spent that little time to meditate and replenish her Force energy a little. Then, when it was the time for action once again as the tank reached the destination, she quickly escaped through the hatch and examined her surroundings. The first thing that caught her eye immediately was a walker caught some of the Firemane infantry defenseless. Her Jedi reflexes kicking in, she immediately created a Force bubble around them just in time the walker's flames were about to reach them, it was a weak one, however it provided enough protection for the infantry to take cover against the fire. When they did, Nima released the bubble, however, she didn't realize the other walker closing in, and shouted with pain when the flames touched her arm. She immediately threw herself back and reached to the Force, creating a web around herself.

When the walker aimed at her again, her webs caught the flames, its burning energy transferred to her in a very fast rate that she had to shout in order to endure the pain. She felt her exhaustion disappearing as the flames fueled her, and then she lashed out at the walker, sending a very powerful telekinetic wave towards its leg joints, enough for them to break and the walker to fall down.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

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

Enemies:
[member="Asharad Graush"] and your hips, your back, and your tanks!
Gear link same as this post

Well, that sucked.

Concentration broke when the Hellcaster cannons swung around to the blonde Force user, and suddenly bolts were flying in her direction. An extra grenade launcher also followed suit.

"Aw karking -- "

Sardun cried out for her to duck, but even then, the Prex wasn't completely out of the fire. The blast sent her flying towards sardun, and she took a couple of hits that her armor took the brunt of damage from. The wind was knocked out of her, falling prone beside Sardun as the shimmering blue orb of protection cover them both.

A grunt and a winded sound came from her as she sucked in the precious air into her lungs. A grimace and then she came up. There were still other First Order ground forces ( [member="Asharad Graush"] ) about, and making quite a dent.

Biting back the pain, the woman uttered a "Thanks." to Sardun, then braced her feet again. Focus overrode the aches and pains and the Zeison Sha focused on nabbing two more of the F4l-AW's and tossing them at two of the FRT-01's legs to try and disable or destroy them.

All the while, the rest of the Omega Pyre forces continued to suffer casualties, moving forward to secure the areas that had been cleared by the few retreating forces of the First Order. They spread north and south of the citadel, taking what ground they could. They had no idea why they were retreating, but Pyre did their best to move in and gain that track of land. Encampments brought in and an apsis generator brought out. Positions were reinforced, while gear was brought up the rear to commence the fortification of those positions.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Citadel of Dawn
Allies: [member="Nima Tann"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Audren Sykes"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Tempest"]
Enemies: [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Jaron Lesan"]

Pew pew pew! The air was thick with the scent of death, explosions and the lamentations of the wounded echoed across the battlefield. Michael Bay would probably be green with envy if he saw the awesome special effects.

Joza had leapt into action and was giving the Sith Tempest had engaged a fiery welcome. Unsurprisingly, Elpsis approved. But there was no time to join in or give the Zeltron a mental high-give because her precognition flared. This was accompanied by a painful jolt in her skull that made her grit her teeth, wincing.

"Tempest, the enemy is throwing more wave attacks at our girls. Let's kill some walkers. Jozie, go kick arse," she declared. There were plenty of Outback, Jedi and Firemane troops taking care of things in the trenches, so she activated her ARGH jets and took off, weaving a path through all the mayhem in the sky. Seeing the tank Nima had hitched a ride in, she lowered her altitude and landed upon it. This was probably less draining than trying to fly herself.

The Force guided her towards the flame walkers that were trying to turn Firemane soldiers into a barbeque. Fortunately, Nima was already on the spot and protecting them. Brazenly, Elpsis jumped down from the mechanical colossus and joined the Twi'lek, though Nima was a bit faster.


A firestorm blazed towards the young empath when she threw herself into the fray to shield her comrades, but rather than flinch she retracted her gauntlets and stretched out her hands, bolting towards the flames. The fire washed over her, enveloping her armour and badly scorching her hands...but she stood, for fire was her kindred element. She soaked up all the heat and absorbed it, using it to fuel herself. Her tiredness seemed to vanish, her headache became less of a bother. Then she focused her power upon one of the All-Terrain Flame walkers.

Needless to say fireballs would have no effect on it. However, Elpsis' true strength lay not in fire per se, but in concentrated heat. At close distance, she was able to generate enough heat to slice through durasteel and melt it. Using her body as a conduit, she channelled the Force through her hands and unleashed a thermic lance like blast that would hit one of the walker's leg joints with an intensity comparable to a plasma explosion and melt it.

The blast of light was so blight that it was almost blinding. She took a very deep breath, then unleashed a powerful telekinetic shockwave upon the other leg to complete the process, bringing the war machine down and ending it.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: Citadel of Dawn,
Darth Vyrassu's Command.
[member="Leo Vandermolen"], [member="FN-888"]

The Sith Knight continued running, even as [member="Joza Perl"]'s Marines fired at him en-masse. Some came close, sure, but he moved with Force speed, his reaction time was much faster than their own, albeit slightly lessened due to the nullification resin, but still much faster than their own. And even as they decided to fire upon him, it meant they were no longer firing upon First Order troopers. They had opened themselves up to waves of crimson bolts of death, and when he heard [member="Rolf Amsel"] over his comms, there was a short answer of, "Standby," as he hooked his lightsabre onto his belt.

From behind him, the Zeltron Force Master's wall of fire was spotted and he threw up his armourweave cloak, doing his best to shrinking himself down behind it as he wrapped a hastily made barrier in the Force around himself. Then the wall of flame struck. It overwhelmed the barrier that he had created, and then he was set upon by flames. The energy dispersing surface of the armour didn't apply to the energy that fire provided. Additionally, the nullification resin that coated the armour was wiped away, or rather, vaporized. In normal circumstances, where the resin was removed from the armour and he was open to force attacks, he would've been worried, but with the Force barrier having absorbed the initial impact, it left the armourweave cloak repelling some of the flames afterwards.

This armourweave cloak was fashioned in the way that it repelled fire for an immeasurable amount of time, however, the intense heat was more inclined to melt the armourweave directly into bare flesh and skin. In this instance, there was no flesh and skin to melt into for it was safely sealed away within the armoured suit. When the fire finally dissipated, it revealed the smoking figure of Darth Vyrassu in his black armour, in a position akin to a person rooting themselves to the ground.

"No priority targets." In A'sharad's own way, when answering Major Amsel, he was akin to him saying 'Rain hell on all of them.' It was more or less up to the Officer to piece that together himself. And how could he not? Wherever A'sharad went, death followed, Kaeshana was merely the most recent.

Facing the direction of Joza Perl at this point, A'sharad removed his own lightsabre off of his belt again. The figure several metres away from him was a Zeltron. Undeniably a Force User. Was she the one leading those Zeltron snipers he had slain earlier? Likely, most Zeltrons remained on Zeltros, and having spotted quite a few in one place? They had to be tied together. Or he could've been wrong, it didn't matter to him.

Through the Force, he reached out to her, not to directly assault her mentally, he didn't possess the ability to do that, he was no Sith Sorceror, rather, he felt out for her emotions, for most, if not all Force users were capable of doing that, some more than others. In his time as a General amongst the First Order, he had taken it upon himself to better his abilities at looking for insecurities in a person. It helped better when working at a spot they were likely self-conscious, or ashamed of.

"The snipers on the hill," he said, vocoder making it easy for his words to cross the distance for her to hear him, "Did they follow you into battle?" He straightened out, rising to his full height as he slowly started towards her. Unlike his previous opponent who had charged right at him, Vyrassu wasn't too keen on throwing himself right into the battle, not immediately. He sought out a new tactic against this opponent, previously untested against a Force user.

And that was what he looked for when he investigated her consciousness. Vulnerabilities when it came to the snipers he had slain.


"No matter," he said dismissively. "In the end, you failed to save them."

 

[Hansen]

[youtube]https://youtu.be/Ufk7iFBL1HM[/youtube]​

((OOC: Ironhound theme song))​

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FN-888 "Helden"
Citadel of Dawn.

Joan and the members of the Ironhounds hold their position like an unwavering wall of stone beneath the withering hail fire from the advancing Droids. "Keep firing Ironhounds!" The call to arms solicits a great roar from the veteran Stormtrooper Platoon, to serve as a bulwark against the Firemane mercenary advance is a high honour for Joan and the platoon. The height of their duty to push back the desperate hordes of Chaos. On a Hill adjacent to the Citadel of Dawn, trees collapse and splinter beneath the rumble of rolling treads.

"I wanna see our treads drenched again!" Khan shouts both through his annunciator and comlink for the pair of Occupier Assault Tanks. "Oh you know we're gonna be your end!" Khan pulls quadnoculars up in front of visor and scans the distant trenches, it appears as if the enemy are taking cover in foxholes and trenches created by the earlier carpet bombing while his Platoon Commander takes cover in a slit trench network at the base of the Citadel. Khan takes his hand off of the Commander Cupola and drops down into his seat, left-hand reaches up and pulls hatch down. "Chevron, fire upon my target." Khan's eyes comes forward to the periscope sight feed and uses his commander override.

"Gunner anti-personnel charge, droids!" Khan calls and hears Freeze flick a few switches, adjusting the capacitor settings for their heavy laser cannons. Freeze smiles beneath the visage of helmet deep within the tank hull at Khan's feet. "Platoon, Halt." Hammer and Blind in their appropriate Assault Tanks apply the brakes, from the Hill they would have an opportune vantage point and the trees, rock offered superb cover from return fire. Their heavily armoured glacis face the distant foe.

"Charged!" Freeze lays the trio of heavy laser cannons onto HK-36s' advancing droids with his grin giving way to a cold and near sociopathic expression. Freeze did not truly take any satisfaction from destroying their enemy, it was nothing personal. And from a kilometre and a half away it is anything but. "Fire!" Khan screams in the confines of their sealed tank. Two Occupier Assault tanks simultaneously fire upon the advancing droids, completely atomizing them in a blinding Flash of Light and Khan observes the destruction nonchalantly. "Good effect on target! Traverse left driver." Khan's green eyes focus on the swarm of Infantry assaulting Joan's position.

"Contact! One point five kilometers, in the open! Hostile Infantry!" Khan identifies the target for the pair of Assault Tanks and Freeze appropriately. "Target acquired!" Freeze replies, and he puts the advancing TKO Marines and Firemane troops in the crosshairs of their Heavy laser cannons. "Fire!" A defeaning roar and the laser cannons hurtle down into the valley that the battle occupies. It had taken an hour if not longer for their Ironhound Elements to make it through and hilly and mountainous terrain. There was little terrain that a good pair of tracks couldn't overcome. Their arrival would be a surprise for everyone and save the citadel from being overrun. They turn their fire upon a ruined building that serves as cover for some heavy weapon team that Khan cannot positively see, but knows is there. Smashing it and the unseen spider droids using it for cover.

Joan pauses in shock with the droids exploding into metallic pieces, the mercenary troops out in the open meet their end; Punched into atomic sized chunks by vicious Red Laser Cannons. Joan's blue eyes look to left, and up into the hills where the shots must have come from. "This is Ironhound Minor to all Ironhound Callsigns, nice of you to finally turn up! Engage all targets out in the open!" Joan scurries down through the Slit trench to end; The Gunpit where Lightning met a shaped charge end at the hands of the Galactic Alliance. Joan's left-hand shakes Lightning only to receive a pained groan reply. Lightning's right leg connected to his body only by a piece of flex armour at the Knee.

"Hold on Lightning! You're going to get through this Trooper!" Joan rips the Medpac from firm plastoid belt, and hurriedly opens it and finds a syringe filled with Bacta. And buries it into Lightnings' thigh to a pained whimper. Joans' eyes look back over Lightning and distracted for a moment by the crimson blood smeared over white gauntlets. Lightnings' left-hand claps at Joan's left forearm.

"Ma'am." Lightning splutters some blood against the inside of helmet, and holds with all his feeble strength onto the Lieutenant. "I-I don't want to die." Lightning heaves up and clutches at Joan and catches a glance of the numbing pain and lets out a frightened scream filled with despair. "What happened to my leg!?" Joan pulls the Stormtrooper closer into her breast tightly with arms. "Sssssh, Everything is going to be okay." Inwardly Joan feels an overwhelming revulsion to her own maternal instinct, suppressed by years of Stormtrooper training. "I-I feel sleepy Lieutenant" Joan tightens her grip around the Stormtrooper. "Butcher! Get your plastoid behind over here!"

Butcher arrives squeezing past his fellow Stormtroopers with a large betaplast satchel; Butcher is the platoons' designated combat paramedic and this was his duty within the Platoon. "I've got him Ma'am! Don't worry, Sev needs you down the line." He calmly delivers the summons to his platoon Commander and Joan gives a nod, sliding behind her Stormtroopers who continue firing upon the advancing Firemane and TKO Marines, who fall like butchered mynocks atop one another in piles beneath a completely unrelenting hail of blaster fire.

Sev scrambles down the trench with his breastplate and faceplate covered in droid lubricator oil. "Ma'am!" A blue lightsaber brandishing Jedi howls a warcry towards the Stormtrooper and he shoots the Jedi only a nonchalant unconcerned glance with a smirk. The mans' boot finds a contact mine buried beneath the soil by the Army Combat Engineers and is sent up into the air without a pair of legs or weapon arm. Sev feels something clang against the toes of his boots. Sevs' azure eyes look down and find an inert muddied lightsaber at his feet, he leans down and snatches it up with hand from ground. "Hmm, I've always wanted one of these."

"Sev! Have the Platoon and E-WEBs lay down suppressing fire on the advancing Infantry, Violator and Pillager will handle the Jedi and Armour." Joans' left-hand thrusts in the direction of road and the Platoon Sergeant gives but a nod. Sev slips his metallic prize into a plastoid belt pouch. "Let em' have it boys and girls! The Man with no Padawan braids gets no beer tonight!" Sev heaves up an RPS-6 Rocket Launcher from Sienar fleet systems, and aims for one of the lightly armoured personnel carriers, he squeezes the trigger. It explodes into flames and wailing Firemane troops crawl from it with fire licking the skin off of their bones like candle-wax. "Another one bites the dust!" Calls the Stormtrooper triumphantly.

"Don't shoot! Let them burn!" Hotshot turns his blaster away from the burning Firemane troops onto their shocked comrades who stop and stare for a moment. -BAM- One drops clasping at his blood-spitting throat. -BAM- Eyes look to Hotshot pleadingly for Mercy, just for brain matter to whistle out the back of skull. Hotshot lets out a 'woot' "They melt like chocolate soldiers!" The Pyromaniac taunts sadistically across the battlefield.

[member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Aran Piett"] [member="Tempest"] @Siobhan [member="Nima Tann"] [member="Pharazon Draken"] [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Mao"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Djacen Koyne"] [member="Samuel Quentin"] [member="Charlyra Araano"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Sara Lee Jones"] [member="HK-36"]

 

[Hansen]

((Accidental double-post, broken server))​

 

[Garett Van]

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Objective: Search and Rescue​

Location: Original Landing Zone​

Allies: First Order​

Enemies: GA and their Allies​

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]​

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Sgt. Viera Illerian Commanding​

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The Company finally make to the original landing zone, that the First Order used to bring in their humanitarian aid and workers. Things look calm and didn't seem chaos like the Regimental Commander led it to believe. Illerian walked over to the Colonel.​

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"Sir, why call us off the line, there is nothing here."​

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"Sergeant we have word of a pilot down and we can't task anyone else at the time to go after her."​

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"So then why didn't you just say so Sir!"​

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"Is that a hint of insubordination in your voice Sergeant?"​

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"No sir, I'm just annoyed that you called us all the way back here where my Lieutenant was shot and killed, just to give me fraking orders to go back out there and get a downed pilot. So speaking freely sir....I am going to have you reported to High Command for incompetence, I am personally going to make sure you loose your commission."​

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Illerian scoffs and walks away from the Colonel not giving him a chance to retort. Making a hand motion to follow behind, she leads the Company out to find the downed imperial pilot, and bring them home safely. The Company walks past the place where Lt. Van was shot they all give a slight nod as they pass giving respect to their fallen commanding officer. Sgt. Illerian now no longer on point walks with the rest of the company while the pointman leads them towards the emergency beacon of the fallen pilot. It would be a long walk but it would bring a pilot back safe and not in the hands of the Alliance. Though they were behind First Order lines, Illarian, did tell them to walk at the ready, she didn't want anything ambushing them on the move. ​

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The rest of the troopers, did feel a bit of relief though at the new armor that they were just issued before this, did help them blend in with the surrounding a bit. It did help but seeing how the Alliance marksmen could headshot troopers in trenches, it still made them a bit uneasy. Illerian could hear some of the troopers talking quietly, most of them talking about how they are no longer engineers, and more messengers, and retrieval forces. She couldn't help to agree, but at the same time this was a member of the First Order they were being sent to rescue, so she couldn't argue with Orders.​

 

[HK-36]

Character: Adventures of NPC Greycloak "Iron-Borne"
Location: Battle for the Citadel of the Dawn, foothills by Vaas
Objective: Neutralize Vaas
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"] (Ivan who's welcomed to step in at any time )
Enemies: [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Forces: 1 Greycloak, clad in Protectorate Power Armor, 2x Electro-Cestus, and chameleon cloaks, armed with Magnetic Revolvers, heavy Magnetic Repeater, generic blue-crystal lightsabers, and Spear of Rae.
0 (2-2) Mobile Weapon Platform Spider Droids, Light Models, all armed with MD-1 mass drivers directly under his command

The thin limbs that assaulted Vaas like whipping metal rods and with vicious pincers were not actually the droid's legs but ammo drum loading arms that were usually hidden retracted into its body. It made little difference in the end however, as result would have been pretty much the same either way.

Ludolf first whipped out his blood-stained vibroknife, its throbbing, buzzing blade clashed against the violent thin limb, meeting its duranium mass with a spout of sparks emerging from the two metal weapons striking each other. A deep gash was left in the blade's wake, the pincer limb jerked back, preparing for another strike to slam itself down on Ludolf and batter him into submission. Once more his blade struck the limb, slipping easily into the carved gash and with another explosion of sparks it managed to cut through the thin member.

The war droid gave out an in-humane mechanical hiss as its second armed snapped to action, attempting to grapple Ludolf on his hand now clutching the blaster pistol he switched it and to smash it against his own weapon to disarm him.

PEW!

A shot from his blaster sounded out, leaving a scorched mark against the droid's frontal armor plates, absorbing its heat and energy and dissipating them off. Because the droid's claw-limbs emerged from its back over its body it had to tilt forward towards Ludolf to gain more reach, making a shot at its belly a rather difficult

PEW-PEW

Two more shots from Ludolf's pistol rang out, one striking the frontal plates once more, the second managing to pop the droid's red bulging photoreceptor as it was struck by the plasma projectile shortly after coming back online as the machine continued its attacks.

CLANG-CLANG

Its pincer sounded out while the two struggled against each other, closing and opening continuously like a pair of mechanized scissors, aiming at Ludolf's neck to put an end to him once and for all.

PEW!

The fourth shot finally rung out as it managed to slip under the droid during their melee and struck him on the much more vulnerable underbelly. The machine stopped immediately as the plasma bolt burnt its way through the outer plates, leaving a hole that trailed destruction right through its central processing and power unit. Its metal body slumped down lifelessly as all its energy left its metal vessel as soul leaves the body in its final moments. With a clang it hit the front armor plates of the tank before sliding off of it to join the pile of its brother-copies that too fell in their efforts to minimize the damage Vaas would cause to other less expendable forces.


When Ludolf and his stormtrooper companion evacuated the tank after the last of the spider-droid's destroyed it, or at least the last of the spider droids in immediate area, there were many more on the battlefield in general but they were just assigned to something else than harassing Vaas, the war droid followed their movements still. Immediately another shot was loaded into his mass driver cannon and the weapon begun to whine once more as it powered up, aiming at the stone outcropping where Vaas and his men took shelter to utilize the natural formation as cover against the machines sent after them.

The whining of energy building up within the gun grew louder and louder, raising in pitch as Vaas cooked his grenade, poking out of the cover to toss the lethal little orb towards the spider-droid. The detonator landed right between the spider-droid's four legs as its gun finished charging, the whole situation illuminated by the red glow coming off of burning wreckage of the tank nearby, and then there was a brief moment of silence that seemed to stretch into infinity only to be cut short with a,

WHOOOOMP

A flash of light illuminated the spider droid from beneath, its shadowy silhouette lingered, in the air at first before being imprinted for eternity against a nearby stone, the machine's shadow etched itself into the rock as in an instant the miniature thermo-nuclear explosive vaporized or melted most of the droid, leaving the rest to be thrown out towards the skies to join the rest of the litter from the battle as scrap.

However, this happened as the machine fired, its projectiles managing to leave the blast-zone in time. The outcropping of rock by which Ludolf and his crew took cover was suddenly shaken and splintered violently as it was struck by the solid hyper-velocity anti-armor projectile from the mass-driver, absorbing most of its force, leaving the First Order squad it protected to be hit by the shock-wave of the kinetic explosion from sheer force of the impact. The force of the shock-wave was probably enough to concuss and knock most of them off balance, perhaps even leave some of them with broken skulls or ribs, if not from the blast itself then maybe from the rain of sharp jagged shrapnel that erupted from the stone. Some of the troops may have found shrapnel shards lodging itself in the weakened joint points of their armor, the space between two hardened armor plates, even fewer may have found that the shards hit them with enough force to crack the armor plates of their suits upon impact. There would be also the question of the ever-present ringing in their ears after the tremendous noise of stone being split apart into wrathful splinters, but that really only affected those whose sound-dampening systems within their helmets was damaged during battle, and those who for some reason decided not to wear, or take off, their helmet at that moment.

Ludolf wanted a personal intimate engagement with whoever coordinated this attack against him and most likely he would finally get it, on even ground without the involvement of their lackeys. That is, if the rest of Ludolf's squad was neutralized with this last attack and the Outback allies of the Greycloak in the area still kept themselves out of direct involvement.


The Greycloak in the hills overlooking the battle trained his scope on Ludolf when the agent escaped the ruined vehicle's turret and took cover with the survivors of his squad behind a rock outcropping. The mechanical hunter watched and waited, patient and stalwart, yet longing for that perfect moment when he could finally end Ludolf and move on to the next objective.

Finally he saw the man peek out from behind his cover, thermal detonator in his hand he moved to throw the deadly device towards the Greycloak's last spider droid.

Time slowed down in HK's vision as his scanners and trackers plotted a trajectory of the hyper-velocity projectile from the barrel of his magnetic repeater to wards Ludolf's head, cutting across the distance in simulated green lines. The path was plotted, probabilities calculated. The Greycloak pulled the trigger.

Whether the projectile would strike true or not the machine did not knew, after all he was still uncertain whether Ludolf's personal shielding systems could block physical attacks or energy attacks like blaster bolts, but he supposed he was going to find out soon enough. However, there was also a chance that simply he was incorrect in his calculations and the pellet would stray off course, that happened rarely however, usually with involvement from the Force.

Either way, once the outcropping Ludolf and others used to protect themselves was more or less obliterated, the assassin droid stood up.

Khrk-chk,

He pulled on the lever of his repeater and cocked it back in place, making sure the revolving chamber spun one full rotation and was fully reloaded. The Greycloak begun to walk towards Ludolf, starting to close the distance between them at leisurely pace to assess the results of the mass driver shot against him and his squad. The magnetic repeater was raised by him once more, he brought it up to his red photoreceptor, looking through the scope at the ready as he stepped closer and closer, prepared to take advantage of another opening should it present itself.

If anything Ludolf would finally be able to see who was in charge of those droids sent against him, as he would be able to spot the armored and cloaked droid simply because of how his grey armored suit and fabrics stood out against the blizzard-stained landscape, as well as the greenery and brown of the battered and scarred hills and trees that clad them.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: Near the Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Destroy [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]
Friends: FO
Enemies: GA

Kyrel resumed his attempts at bashing his enemy. With each clash his anger intensified just feeding more and more of his power. Regardless if this was a Jedi or not, this was the enemy and that was what mattered in this moment in time. He had studied Vader's Technique from old holo's and so did the best he could to use the Form V variant to the best of his ability. He kept attempting his attacks striking and striking at his enemy.

He had never felt so excited, so exhilarated, so powerful in the dark side until this very moment. He had never been in combat like this before, and so relished every moment as he did now. He had longed for the moment when he faced off against an enemy force user. He felt that he had been in a sense of peace so far in combat that he felt invigorated by it. It was what he had drive for,and lived to see his enemy crushed beneath his feet.

He kept up the intensity of his attacks. Using his mechanical strength to beat him, by attempting to keep bashing and bashing at him trying to disarm him, and slowly weaken him. He than attempted to do a vertical slash of his weapon hand disarming him and bringing an end to the fight. Meanwhile he sensed another force sensitive, but he did not want to afford being distracted from this pivotal moment, and kept his optics on his opponent.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Location: Near Citadel of Dawn.
Objective: Engage [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Allies: Tygaran Alliance, Galactic Alliance [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Elliot Locke"] [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Canal"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Charlyra Araano"] [member="Krenis Skirata"]
Enemies: [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Equipment: Vanguard Armour, Lightsaber, Blaster Pistol, Sonic Carbine

Jacen's mantra rang out around his head once more. Trextan kept his footwork fluid, shifting between mobile and stabile. He never once crossed his legs, never gave his opponent an opportunity to take him off balance. His strength was fuelled by his anger, but his technique was tempered by a Jedi's teaching and the sound thrashing he'd received in their first encounter.

He kept his saber between them on line as much as possible, keeping some room between them. When necessary he shuffled backwards to create more space, or maneuver to his side to alter the angles. Kyrel once more came at him with a brutal flurry of blows. Trextan took as much of the sting out of it as possible by avoiding straight blocks and keeping enough space that the Ren was forced to make contact near the tip of his saber. He might have been working his hardest to overpower him, but with a massless blade there was a limit to how much of his augmented strength he could bring to bear.

Yet still Trextan made mistakes. Twice that scarlet blade cut deep into his Vanguard armour at the shoulder and thigh, leaving painful welts across his skin. Vanir’s advanced sharkskin armour weave was all that kept those limbs attached.

Kyrel made no attempt to hide the heavy vertical strike that was coming. Trextan made his decision without even thinking on it. Perhaps guidance from the Force, perhaps just training to the point the subconscious bypassed most of his brain.

He stepped off line to his left, forcing the sith to alter the angle of his strike and taking some of the power out of the blow. Trextan met the blade with his at an angle, pushing out to his right. He tried to angle his blade around until his violet blade was on top, pushing Kyrel’s down towards the ground on his right. They ended up close and Trextan growled in frustration at the dark visage of his makes opponent.

Where Trextan had stepped off line, he filled it with something else. Several small rocks, each the size of a fist filled the space Trex had occupied, flying for Kyrel's head. A helmet was no use at all against concussion. None. A solid impact from a rock that size would leave anyone dazed and disoriented.

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

Location: Kaeshana System
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Galactic Alliance
Objective: Engage Hostiles | [member="Asmus Janes"]

This is what happens when you've spent most of your time outrunning your gambling debts, Ishana figured. Still, nothing lit her fire more than a good dogfight, "Varactyl four, break off - pair up with Varactyl six. They need a strafing run on the ground, go, go." She dispatched her partner and lone wolfed herself, chit. She could hear the alarms in her pit blaring about being locked onto. "Yeah, yeah, yeah he's just gonna give me a little tap 'sall, no different than that one night on Nar Shadda with the Mandalorian lady." Speaking of which, she still sort of wondered whatever happened to her. She was a great tipp- ow.

Red lasers tagged the back of her interceptor, taking a breath she exhaled. Still alive, TIE Interceptors were a fairly simple thing. Speed, lots of it the new TIE's the First Order had with them were smoother to work with. Less jerking around, Ishana flipped the TIE around sharply feeling her body give. Gritting her teeth she really, really wished she had stayed in Sotta's palace back on Bavva. Sweat formed between her skin and the helmet, her mask still secured to her face as indicated by the sweat that felt like the mask was a second skin at this rate. "Alright c'mon pin the tail on the cantina dancer." Ishana lightly pulled the trigger on her cannons, deliberately letting short bursts of green lasers through the stars. Rolling left she pitched up for Orbit.

 

[BE-183]

Libera Me From Hell​

Post: 8
Location: Around trenches at the Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Fight tooth and nail in the name of order
Status: Rifle gone, shoulder pad damaged. 6th platoon sustaining injuries, one flametrooper disabled.
Allies: [member=FN-888] + First Order
Enemies: [member=Dish] + Grand Alliance

Good thing he didn't go for her troops. Good for him, that is, as Bee would've disrupted his vertebrae the moment he'd turned from her. Though only Human, she was quicker than she let on.

It was a grim situation for a common stormtrooper private to find herself in. If only that damned Ren hadn't abandoned the troops he was meant to command... well into the adrenaline high, she swore was giving that stupid cyborg a smack if she lived to see him again. She hadn't even been in a real battle such as this before. But her worries were subdued by a familiar tranquility, and she let the calm take over. Suddenly it had ceased to be a warzone, and became yet another match in the ring.

The thing about raw power was hindrance further down the line. It accounted for strength but not finesse, and was sufficiently potent to plant the seeds of complacency. Bee intended to be the wake up call.

She watched for those understated signals in the nameless soldier's body, and his initial slash was fast as ever, but was not entirely a surprise to a gifted brawler. Separated into two motions and verbally telegraphed; she displaced before it, a white shadow framed in flickering light, though it took a jagged bite from her shoulder pad. She had to get used to that speed. As she slid beyond the blade Bee demonstrated the meaning of her name, reinforced duraplast gauntlet blurring forth in a blistering left hook aimed at the wound on his stomach, twisting back into stance to face him, a solitary fluid maneuver. "It's on."

The platoon as a whole saw no tactical benefit in leaving their cover to fight, and continued shooting from it, the flametroopers' tanks remaining unexposed. However, they were taking damage from the Alliance's desperate guerilla strikes, many of the troops recieving glancing hits and one stream of flame cutting out as a flametrooper was sufficiently wounded that he could no longer carry his weapon, having to have his fuel tank removed. They collectively paused shooting and dropped into cover for a few moments. 6th platoon, now led by the highest ranking member rather than some private, moved to carry out Bee's final order, relinquishing their strategic position to the Alliance between bouts of covering fire and helping along their wounded brothers and sisters as they made for the safest route to 3rd platoon's trench.

 

[HK-36]

Character: HK-36-1
Location: Ruins of Santaissa
Objective: Begin hunting FO officers and Force-Users
Allies: [member="Six-O"] (Somewhere in proximity and maintaining communication),
Enemies: [member="Jude Falkrowe"] and the Raven Squad, [member="Torian Pierce"] in the sky?
Equipment: Phrik Droid Body, Anti-Force Vong Biot Suit, 2x Electro-Cestus, Spear of Rae, Electro-Flail, HK's Training Lightsaber (Sliver of Light), 2x Magnetic Revolvers (Heavy), Magnetic Repeater (Heavy), Chameleon Cloak, Sigil of Hope, D.U.S.T., Anti-Force User Grenades, Grappling Hook (Pistol Format), Photoreceptor HypnoGaze attachment, jetpack, simple wrappings for camouflage and concealment.
Forces: The Knight Of The Eclipse (Dark Harvester Prize Stealth Transport) with a collection of shattergun-miniguns, bowcasters, and blast-staves on board

The machine drudged through the snow and the blizzard away from the house he used as his sniping position, moving from one ruined building to another to gain some distance between it and himself before he fell back behind cover. The droid checked his energy shields- they charge was in the critical,

Chit,

HK cursed as he turned his personal deflector systems off, the shields let him go out of the suppression fire more or less unscathed, that's what they were for after all, but they could not take more than a few shots, especially when a heavier caliber repeater was taken into equation, two shots were enough to almost completely burn them out. The droid had to turn them off to allow the deflectors to recharge, a card up his sleeve to be used when he needed it the most. Problem with his stealth cloak was, that unlike a personal stealth generator, its fabric could be damaged, and when a hole was burned through it its illusion would not be perfect, or as good as it was, since once could see behind the veil through the tear, same thing for the Force-resistant biot that covered him. It was early in the engagement still so the machine had to especially wary about his arsenal being damaged.

Either way, his deflectors were off and it might be some time before the machine could use them again, even then it might be the last until he would be able to see a technician. For now, he pulled the hood of his cloak back over his face like a mask, cloaking his head as he peeked out from beneath the cover of a ruined wall, shaking the snow off of it as he did to make sure it didn't give him away.

The machine scanned the field and his trackers picked up on movement by the last recorded stormtrooper position. They were heading through cover towards the house he used for sniping. His sensors adjusted, filtering through the snow and duracrete that blocked his view, seeking out heat signatures and anything in the infrared spectrum. He picked up on who assumed to be Jude, his heat signature was slightly different from others as if he was wearing a different suit of armor, one with added protection from cold granted by the stylized robes. HK also picked up on an organic moving towards the repeater position, pulling the wounded or dead stormtrooper gunner off of it to pick up the weapon.

Oh for Force's sake

HK grumbled in his internal systems, did he miss the gun and struck only the gunner? It must have been Force's doing if he did for the machine was perfect and only intervention from the supernatural would prevent his shots from being perfect as well. Or at least so he thought.

The droid lowered down behind cover, glancing to his side to look over and scan the ruins. He had to get to that gun again and make sure it was disabled, as fast as the droid was in combat, even he couldn't dodge or block a hail of blaster bolts forever. He took his shattergun rifle and put the gun down by the ruins wall, taking out its energy pack and pellet magazine before he buried it underneath snow quietly to mask its presence. It would only slow him down or poke out from beyond his stealth cloak unless he would just keep hugging it through the whole battle.

As much as he could just keep sniping the group, hopping from cover to cover, that would take too long, plus it would be probably an extremely boring engagement. Instead, the machine chose to begin closing the distance between the two groups and meet them in close quarters, starting with the new repeater gunner, this time he wanted to make sure the weapon was disabled.

HK pulled one of his Magnetic Revolvers out of its holster, wrapping the cloak around himself once more as he shook the snow off of it silently. He engaged its stealth systems as he head out into the ruins, his goal was to find a route that would take him behind the enemy lines, while being behind the enemy lines, and catch the repeater gunner by himself as others moved out to try and ensnare him.

For now he would bind his time and not attack, keep them on their toes as he tried to flank them.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Location : Nearing the Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Assist [member="[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=georgia][SIZE=14px]Trextan[/FONT][/SIZE][SIZE=14px][FONT=georgia] Voidstalker"]
Allies : Tygaran Alliance, Galactic Alliance
Enemies : [member="Kyrel Ren"]

Having dispatched of that stormtrooper, Charlyra looked over as another launched himself toward her. Reading her energy blade she charged forward, the blade penetrated into the white plastoid armor and her shoto cut across. Another stormtrooper moved to let loose a fury of bolts, they hit the back of her armour. Begrudgingly she told herself she'd have to thank Siobhan later for all the 'stamina' lessons. Turning she deflected a few more bolts with her shoto guard. Each block and deflection felt like much-needed medication, her body came alive with the force. While still limited she knew her passive abilities were back, and as an act of defiance she launched her shoto blade from her hand. Like a boomerang it went around slicing into the stormtroopers, coming back into her hand she turned over her shoulder. She watched as the young Jedi, locked in an engagement with a Sith - another poser. Another would-be Vader, why try to be like some dead Sith? She wondered, did the Sith even have an original bone in their body. No matter, she would claim this Sith's lightsaber for her own and use it as a mantelpiece.

Getting a running start Charlyra readied her blades, Ataru'Kai time. All she could think about were the codes, the mantras she would say to herself and what they meant to her. Balance, there must always be balance and if no one would balance it, the force would balance itself. Create an answer to the question, a Jedi uses the force for knowledge and defence, never to attack. Keeper of the torch, a soldier of balance but how can there be balance if so much was darkness. How could you maintain the light if you bathed yourself in darkness? The words of her late Master Ra came to her mind. Focusing on the armoured individual ahead of her, she gauged the distance picking up the pace she force leapt for the would-be Vader. Shoto and Energy Blades out, her trajectory would place her behind him, the hope would be that between the hit taken this heavy armoured individual took from the young Jedi and her combined forward attack.

They could pin him down for good.

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Engage Asharad
Allies: Galactic Aliance, Tygaran Alliance, TKO
Enemies: FO
In Vicinity: [member="Tempest"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Leo Vandermolen"]
Forces: 350/400 TKO Marines with Magnetic Repeaters and Handheld Shattergun Rotary Cannons, 19/24 snipers in the eastern mountains in Nexu Armor with standard sniper rifles

Her opponent appeared relatively unscathed from the fiery assault, armor smoldering but looking no worse for the wear. While she would’ve like to melt him in place, Joza would settle for drawing his attention. She was, after all, no stranger to the stage. The Rogue had expected a counter attack, but in a more physical sense than the on her was providing. Like a dark serpent, he extended the Force out to her and preyed on her vulnerabilities in an attempt to exacerbate her emotions. A frown tilted her lips at the mention of the snipers. “Me?” Resting her index finger at her chest, she observed the darkly clad warrior as he approached her. Were those perhaps durasteel plates molded to look like abs? Maybe that’s why he’d pegged her as the leader of the Zeltrons, given her somewhat feminine version of armor. Certainly it couldn’t be her looks—while she enjoyed turning heads and inspiring naughty thoughts, her head was safely encased in a helmet.

Still, she winced. Not directly at his words, but moreso at the attempt to send her into an emotional spiral. She’d done quite enough of that for one life, thank you. Recognizing the signs of her own dip in emotion, she quickly latched onto them to keep herself from slipping.

Had her face been visible to him, she would have given him a stern I know what you’re doing look. Green eyes fell closed for a moment and a deep inhale was what it took to incite a mental barrier, as smooth a sea glass to roll between them. Asharad’s attempt would have been far more successful in her Padawan or even her Knight days, given her unsettled mental state and shaky control over it. Empathy was as much of a gift as it was a curse, the latter moreso true for those who did not know how to properly handle the ability. Zeltrons were empaths by blood, and it had taken Joza years of compounded training to both harness and control empathy. That being said, if someone closer to her threw out the same taunts—such as Siobhan or the deceased Nikias—they’d much more easily create dents in her metaphorical armor. Luckily she hadn’t known either of them to be intentionally malicious people, at least not to her. While she certainly felt for her sisters in arms, the Zeltrons were soldiers. They knew what their job was, and that death with a very real possibility. After the guns would fall silent and the adrenaline would wear off, should Joza find herself alone she would weep for them. The emotional toll always hit her after the fact.

So when [member="Asharad Graush"] reached out for her, she reached back. Not to assault his mind—she wasn’t much of an offensive mentalist—but with the paralytic energy of the Force. Similar to the wall of flames, it would cascade toward him in with a practiced precision from her extended hand, invisible to the naked eye as it would wash over her intended target. Stun was a favored ability of hers, nearly as unrelenting as her barriers when it came to inducing a catatonic state. With her left hand, she would retrieve the VT-Needle Disruptor from her back, sending a bolt of plasma lancing toward his core.


--

Already, his armor was dented. His new armor. Ivan cursed every God there ever was, and several he’d probably made up simply for answering Joza’s call. His job was to fly the ship and sometimes make coffee. Not to follow the Zeltron into every karking battle she so eagerly threw herself into, attempt to lead forces and change diapers. He was a smugger, a pilot who could manage to aim a blaster now and then. That seemed to be enough for Joza to pat him on the shoulder, hand him a rifle and drag him along with her. Whether it was breaking into slaver compounds or fighting an actual military force on the ground, Ivan was not happy.

But he was no coward. At least, not most of the time. The dark haired Corellian had taken shelter in a similar manner to [member="Ludolf Vaas"], first crouching behind the ruined silhouette of the tank before making a low break for a rocky outcrop a handful of meters away, slipping into a shallow crevice and shifting onto his stomach. Whoever this Supreme Commander was, he felt that engaging him was probably far, far out of his league. But the Marines did not hold their fire, pushing through the Stormtroopers with the aid of Allied forces. It was almost like a dawning moment for Ivan, finally realizing that he was, in fact, not alone. The droids he assumed belonging to [member="HK-36"] were doing their part into trying to snuff out the blonde commander, so it stood that he too should do what he could. Maybe there’d be a promotion in it for him.

Rifling through a side pouch, he retrieved a handful of 5 Stun Pearls—tiny stun grenades with the radius of a standard, full sized stun grenade. Their covert design was their selling point, but they worked just as well on a battlefield as they would in a fancy party, or wherever their intended use was. Sweat beaded at his brow and dripped down his face as he concentrated, yanking the pins out before tossing them out towards where he thought he’d seen Ludolf disappear to. After a few moments, the grenades would activate, sending a pulsing charge strong enough to stun organics. He wasn’t entirely concerned with precision at this point, given that he wasn’t risking getting any closer and his apparent droid allies would be unaffected by the grenades.


Loadout:

Spoiler

-Standard lightsaber (x2)
-Sasori Medium Armor
-Ranger Shotgun
-AI Wrist Blaster
-VT Needle Disruptor
-Tactical Fighting Blade
-Glop Grenade (x3)
-Stun Pearl (x10)

 

[Dish]

Location: The Trenches
Objective: Fight
Allies: The GA
Enemies: The First Order, [member="BE-183"]
Status: Blaster injury on abdomen, still in fighting condition

He winced as the blow hammered his injury, pain shooting through his veins as BE's fist made contact. He'd never seen speed like her's outside of the Dreadguard or a force sensitive, and as she certainly wasn't the former, she was either the latter or something else entirely, though if she was the latter the all powerful energy could not help her now. Being force-dead had its perks. As she faced him again he lashed out once more, only this time when he swung for her throat with the knife, it was simply a distraction, with him having swung too short for it to reach BE anyway, the true strike came from below in the form of a vicious kick at her knee. If it landed completely there was a high chance for breakage, not guaranteed but it was likely, but a glancing blow was anyone's guess in terms of damage, in the end it all boiled down to BE's ability to avoid the strike.

Dish's strikes came with a ferocity that only came from years and years of fighting in the most hopeless of battles. The Republic had crumbled beneath him and he still stood for it and all it had ever been, but losing it had only hardened the already ferocious soldier. Yet here, on this battlefield things felt different, against the One Sith it had always been so clear why he should hate his enemy, but now things seemed so much different, his enemy reminded of him of himself. It was like looking into a slightly warped mirror.

Meanwhile, as alliance troops pushed back the stormtroopers, valiantly rising despite their injuries, two more were cut down and killed by blaster fire. They would not give in, they would not relent, they would fight on.

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Above 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"]
Enemies: FO, [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="FN-888"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Objective: ...
Gear: Lightsaber (orange blade), Darth Moreth's Saber, The Fading Cloak, Assassin Pistol, Omega Blade
Forces: ASPD-1 droids (x2)

Consciousness flooded in as quickly as it ebbed away. Dax became dimly aware of being dragged away by a soldier and a medic. Blackness resumed. The muffled voice of a man telling him something about going after a Sith. A loud, but distant crash followed by the sounds of an intense blaze of fire. Being hauled onto a ship of some sort. Quite darkness filled his mind once more.

-----

Halzyn waved the pilot of the medevac transport clear, signaling it was safe to take off...or at least what passed for safe in the hellish battle which surrounded them like a tomb. The man turned around and searched for the armor clad, saber wielding, fire summoning, Force user he'd seen unleash a blaze only moments before. Seconds later he spotted the allied Forcer, facing down the Sith who'd stabbed the Knight who'd just been taken into the air. That wasn't a battle he'd survive. Instead the Sergeant returned his mind to his comrades. They had work to do...

 

[HK-36]

Character: Adventures of NPC Greycloak "Iron-Hide"
Location: Battle for the Citadel of the Dawn, Protecting Siobhan, Pushing against the Stormtroopers
Objective: NPC Fight, keep up the pressure against Stormies
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Audren Sykes"], [member="Dax Fyre"],
Enemies: [member="FN-888"], [member="BE-183"], [member="Darth Carnifex"],
Forces: 1 Greycloak, clad in Protectorate Power Armor, 2x Electro-Cestus and chameleon cloaks, armed with Magnetic Revolvers, heavy Magnetic Repeater, generic blue-crystal lightsabers, and Spear of Rae.
2 Mobile Weapon Platform Spider Droids (Initial 5 - 3 from bombardment), Light Models, all armed with RC-1 Rotary cannons directly under his command
83 Iron Legionnaire Drones 23 (15-5 from skirmish within the slit trenches + (47-34) of those that survived bombardment and anti-infantry fire in their approach, rolled dice on Discord to determine damage) in melee range, armed with Abregado Blast-Staves, 60 in a 6x10 phalanx advancing towards the stormies armed with Abregado Light Magnetic Repeaters
4 medium Spider-Droid Mobile Weapon Platforms, two equipped with RC-1 rotary cannons, two equipped with MD-1 mass drivers
1 heavy Spider-Droid Mobile Weapon Platform, equipped with two RC-1 rotary cannons mounted on the sides, one main MD-1 mass driver gun

Siobhan and Carnifex,


The Greycloak was pushed back by one of the Crownguards during the skirmish that erupted by Sio and Carni, the Sith extended out his hand towards the machine and unleashed a telekinetic strike that forced the droid back, his anchor claws digging into the ground to dig deep trench-like claw marks and slow him down. The Greycloak was quick to get back in the fray, pushing himself off with his back foot he stepped up to the Crownguard once more with a decisive chop aimed at the Sith's shoulder as two barrels of a wrist-mounted repeater pocked out from beneath his forearm plates, opening up a point-blank barrage of blaster bolts towards his enemy.

Whether his enemy was slain or not the droid would soon enough find himself scrambling to keep the other Sith from slicing him, weaving patters through the air with his blue blade, clashing up against other lightsabers with brilliant flashes of light, keeping Carnifex's acolytes from decapitating him just yet, but not without having plenty of close calls that left visible gashes and charred slice marks on the outer plates of his armor.

However, reinforcements came through soon enough, much to the Greycloak's appeasement, in form of Siobhan's own acolytes, the Angelli, Force-wielding Eldorai who jumped to combat as well, falling in on the droid's position. They fought fiercely and valiantly, unleashing Force-born attacks as well as vicious strikes from their weapons aimed at the enemy who harassed their ally. It would not take too long for them to gain enough ground to form a battle line with the Greycloak in the center of it, defiantly standing against the Sith Crownguards.

One of the enemies nearby, either a Sith HK-copy was facing or one of the nearby stormtroopers, closed in on the droid, with their weapon quickly raising to deliver a strike. The machine would be faster for once, however, as the Greycloak raised his leg and extended it out in a swift snap-kick, throwing the assailant back and opening up some space between him and his opponents.

"Angelii!"

He called out to the reinforcements as he shifted his stance into a more offensive one, his lightsaber aimed towards the enemy,

"Forward!"

The droid ordered as he and the Eldorai Force-users charged towards the Carnifax's Sith once more to initiate their combat to its fullest.


Of course, this would all be more or less a background noise as Kaine and Sio entangled each other in a mess of Force-borne assassaults and lightsabers just slamming against one another savagely, until one of the less prestigious fighters would decide, or be ordered, to interfere with the duel.

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FN-888, BE-183, Audren, Dax, and friends,



Soil and mud would explode on the slopes leading up to the gates of Dawn Citadel still as the exchange between two armies lingered on, blaster bolts from personal weapons as well as heavier more volatile E-Web blasts streaked across the sky, fired by both sides, striking both sides with the fiery tendrils of death they lashed out. Still the droid army kept on marching like a wall of steel that defiantly stood against the rains of vicious fire the stormtroopers unleashed. The deflector shields flashed still as the droids returned fire, unwavering in their assault, marching on even as bolts of heated tibanna gas burnt molten holes within their chassis over and over again until finally the machine collapsed only to be trampled by its copies and replaced at the front line of the phalanx by another.

It was starting to seem that the droids were going to have an easy way, nice stroll up a hill with a view facing only blasters and E-Webs spitting blaster bolts wildly accompanied by a lovely light-show from their own flashing blue deflector shields and the red streaks of blaster bolts that slammed against them. Get in, clean up the slit trench systems from their enemies, get out.

Unfortunately, that was when enemy armor showed up suddenly, climbing over the hill to reveal its heavy laser cannons.

BWOOM!

One of them sounded out a thunderous shot as a red energy round flashed across the expanse and struck one of the flanks of droid phalanx.

BLAM!

It caused a blinding explosion that instantly evaporated portion of the drone ranks with a single shot, turning their hardened metal bodies into ash and melted liquids, quickly both splattering over the battlefield and being blown into the void by winds that whipped the battlefield. Just as before, some of the droids were thrown around by the shock-wave of the explosion, more were destroyed, breaking from impact against duracrete structures or husks of destroyed tanks and war-machines, receiving enough trauma to force a shot-down of their systems. Others still managed to scramble up to their feet, pulling themselves up while clutching their weapons and moving to join the ranks of their phalanx.

However, just as they regrouped,

BLAM!

Another explosion, this time at the other flank, more were evaporated, more turned into molten metal, more thrown around as scrap, or flicked into the air by the force of the explosion only to scramble once more and go back to their positions, returning fire against the stormtroopers waiting for them in the trenches, E-Web positions, and war machines above the slope.

Similar treatment would strike the spider-droids who still put up a heavy shattergun fire against the E-Web emplacements, skittering closer and closer towards the slope of the hill with each moment as they searched the ruins in the area to close the distance while covering their approach, and finding that right angle to keep on trying to silence the E-Web repeaters. Explosions rocked the ruins they inhabited for now, sending a couple to the wall crumpled in a pile of scraps, the surviving machines skittered away, dispersing to limit the chance of being hit again. Another blast and another spider-droid perished, exploded and vaporized by a direct hit. The other two skittered once more to find another proper firing spot to unleash more hyper-velocity pellets towards the enemy emplacements.

However, since the phalanx was on the move for a while, it would be pretty safe to assume that they reached their destination finally, what remained of the 60 droids that begun to make their push into enemy positions, only 13 units strong after all the bombardment they faced, moved into the relative safety of the trench network, joining the units still fighting in the protected network seize the control of it away from the Imperials and provide distraction for other forces like the Jedi Master Audren, commandos like Dish, or their Firemane and GA allies who could push and hammer against the FO lines with even more power.

Again, even tougher to take down in melee combat, at least when armed with the blast-staves that had the ability to deal out electrical attacks and deflect blaster bolts, these droids would not be a problem that simple went away or disappeared on its own.

Sev, as he gave orders, watched a Jedi be killed by a landmine, and reaching to collect a lightsaber that felt in front of him, all this time he would be still attacked by one of the blast-staff wielding droids who was already prepared to swing at him from the previous post,

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

Other members of his team would experience similar attacks as the droids now with somewhat reinforced numbers begun to try and push the stormtroopers out of the slit trenches more aggressively than before, the sound of their blast-staves crackling with electricity and swinging about, slamming into a trooper's weapon or armor, would fill the air above the network, some of the war drones would be even seen climbing out of the slit trenches quickly to dash towards the nearest E-Web emplacement and have a go at its gunner to disable the weapon through melee intervention, often simply being shot down in the process by the repeater, making them collapse lifelessly into the mud or slid back in the slit trench, some were lucky and quick enough, however, to slip past the E-Webs barrel and physically oppose the gunner with a brute assault of their blunt weapon.


However, the FO were not the only ones with armored reinforcements inbound as the droid tank and heavier spider-droid models, accompanied by yet another phalanx of war drones, would make their appearance by the duracrete scorched ruins that helped to hide and protect the spider-droid presence already existing in the area. The reinforcements arrived a while ago already and were able to make their way to the battlefield without much harassment from the FO's airforce, meaning they arrived without casualties, ready for battle.

As soon as the droid-tank got in range it trained its main mass-driver cannon towards one of the enemy tanks sent out to bombard them, giving off a quick shot,

THWOOOMP!

There was a thunderous road of its cannon firing, sending a larger hyper-velocity anti-armor piercing projectile cutting through the air in almost an instant in order to struck the tank and deal as much damage as possible, hopefully to destroy the machine so that the bombardment against them would be minimized already as its mass-driver begun to give out a whine that grew in pitch quickly, the cannon charging itself up once more.

The tank's two rotary cannons, suspended off of its sides, joined the assault, at first sending streams of their fast-firing fast-flying pellets towards the tanks, trying to cripple them by damaging their vital systems like tracks or repulsorlift engines. They switched targets soon enough as they sent their rotary cannon fire towards the E-Web emplacements as well in order to aid in cutting those weapons down.

Both of these weapons were more or less anti-armor and anti-vehicle weapons as opposed to standard blasters. The rotary cannons could punch through up to medium vehicle armor, making it fairly effective against lighter tanks or to quickly shred through outer vital area. The weapons would probably be able to wear down even heavily armored tanks, although that may have taken too much time they did not have right now. The Mass-Drivers on the other hand, well those could punch through even heavily armored vehicles, making them a decent weapon against pretty much any armored vehicle Abregado faced so far.

The medium spider-droids that came in reinforcements begun to fire up hill at enemy positions as well, the two with dual rotary cannon systems unleashed more fire against the E-Webs, the other two who bore dual Mass-Drivers opened up heavier bombardment aimed at the other tanks right now, it was their priority to disable them first and clear up their own anti-armor bombardment emanating from their laser turrets before starting to bombard those accursed E-Webs and the slit trenches to begin literally cracking them open with mass drivers.

The new drone phalanx actually changed formation when they arrived at the approach towards the Citadel, forming line with two rows, these machines were equipped with the much more hard hitting and much more accurate Magnetic Repeater that could punch through with one shot through pretty much most standard armor suites. However, the weapon suffered from a lowered fire-rate, as such the drones could not go with the usual just push phalanx through strategy, they needed to play to the rifle's strengths, that included taking things slower but picking them off with an accurate deadly shot every time they peeked out of cover. Just like the others before it, the phalanx begun to march up that slope, stopping every few steps to send out a volley of accurate shattergun shots towards the stormtroopers before proceeding once more.


With the reinforcements joining up with the droid forces, a sight of four more dropships would break through the sky once more, two standard vessels, two heavier varieties, followed by a standard escort. If the FO wanted to intercept them or harass these dropships before they made their way to the surface once more and bring down more machines, this was their chance.