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

[Choli Vyn]

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

Engaging Enemies: [member="Sara Lee Jones"] and Bolt flight
Red Squadron X-Wings directly engaging ground troops at [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Flying: TR-20 X-Wing
Music: Black Betty

Defense chance sucked. lol

Sorry for the delay - the DDOS of the website made it hard to post!

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP!

poodoo, poodoo, poodoo! Alarm went rushing through Choli's body, a white hot wave followed by an increased chill. Damnit, damn! She took another missile and it completely shut down her shields and destroyed her port side launcher. Well good thing she already shot those missiles out, not that it would do much good for keeping her airborne.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP!

[ Rogue Two, got massive damage on my port side! Shields down, and only about seventy percent of hull integrity. ] Smoke was billowing out of the TR-20, Choli doing her best to try and keep her airborne.

"Arr-Four anything you can --" Ludolfs AA batteries sent a compliment of firepower up into the sky. It was too much for Choli to avoid. Even with Rogue Two and the remaining craft from Red Squadron, there was only so much she could take.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP!

[ Rogue Leader, I've been hit -- I'm going down! ] she sent a message over to [member="Asmus Janes"], smoke billowing as Rogue Two did her best to at least ensure that Choli could make a decent landing.

And maybe, just maybe, survive.

The rest of Red Squadron kept on the fight with Bolt Flight. Rogues will now have their Commander on this side of the field to look towards.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Objective: Capture, Control, Rescue
Ship: Orar'uliik
Allies: GA | [member="Elpsis Elaris"]
Enemies: FO | Citadel of Dawn
Music

The trip through hyperspace took a long time for the Orar'uliik, as it had to decelerate greatly to avoid enemy early warning sensors. Down to a veritable crawl, but it would keep their reversion quiet while the cloaked vessel made its entry into the system, avoiding the majority of the battlefield. Comprehensive stealth would keep the vessel from enemy sensors, though maybe the Sentinels used by the GA fleet would pick up ghost signals on occasion.

Draco sat in the passenger compartment, surrounded by Einherjer and Solus Nek. The volunteer group had been selected from the enclave on Alderaan and thus wasn't very large, only the best were allowed to actually claim a space on the small infiltration vessel. They knew what was going to happen. They were a fairly small group against most of the First Order military. The First Order had something like sixty kilometers of ships in the system and tens of thousands on the ground, so the Solus Nek were excited. With such large numbers, they could ensure that they cleared dozens of enemies at once when they eventually made their stand.

"Nek. Activate your fail safes after you get clear of us. Stay in stealth, we will make a run on the perimeter when we feel like. Lay low, stay quiet. This will be fun." Draco sealed his helmet over his head and hefted his axe as they began their final approach.

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Location: Citadel of Dawn, Northwest
Allies: [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Jaron Lesan"]
Enemies: [member="HK-36"] (His Greycloak NPC) [member="Joza Perl"] (Ivan NPC)
Equipment: See first post

Ludolf's grenade had worked... to a point. The spider droid had most definitely been obliterated, but not before getting off one final round that destroyed the outcropping behind which Ludolf and his men were standing. The kinetic wave of the blast pushed him backward and off his feet. Then, as if things weren't bad enough, a stun grenade came out of nowhere and landed nearby to he and his men, exploding in a flash of light. Ludolf's personal energy shield was made to negate the blasters, and so his form was covered instantly covered in dirt and dust from the resulting explosion. A stray piece of rock made it through his armor, slicing his leg. His blood began to stain the side of his pants where his armor did not reach, which only quickened Vaas' pulse and excited him further.

His other men did not fare as well. The grenade blast, combined with the explosion, had thoroughly incapacitated them. Their Stormtrooper armor had shielded them from most of the shrapnel, but they were concussed and completely stunned. But Ludolf had found his quarry. The Greycloak who had been sending all this madness against him was now visible. In fact, if the blast from the spider droid hadn't sent him reeling in the opposite direction, he might have been hit by the assassin droid's pellet. Standing up, gripping his blaster tightly in one hand, Vaas stood across the way from the droid.

"You don't bleed," He muttered, holding his blaster up and at the ready. To feel his enemy's heart stop beating in his hands would require that it had a heart in the first place. "The Galactic Alliance sends machines to fight for them. Soulless, just like your masters."

Ludolf analyzed his surroundings. The rocky terrain of the hillside provided plenty of areas for cover, but he would need to be quick against the droid's programmed reflexes. He desired to close the distance and fight hand-to-hand with this mechanical beast, but for now, he would simply unload a burst of blaster fire in the assassin droid's direction while rolling for cover behind a massive boulder.

Meanwhile, the Legion Odile Vaiken continued to press the attack against the enemy infantry, while the artillery continued its assault against the enemy tanks as before, slightly eased by the diversion created by Jaron Lesan's assault.

OOC:

Spoiler

Will update the NPC count the next time it becomes relevant. Attempting to focus on PC-only battle with this post.

 

[Valessia Brentioch]

Location: The Avenger | Within 30ft of Darth Prazutis
Allies: [member="Darth [/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px]Prazutis"] | [member="Malok"]
Enemies: [member="Tanomas Graf"] | Shooting [member="Ralph Thule"]
Objectives: Kill them all

Ahead of them laid a man who dared to stand between the three dark side users and their goal. His clever tricks and tactics reminded Valessia of her time on Brentaal IV, during her youth. Working for the Rufigioni's had taught her to always be prepared for any trick that at the time the law would use against her and her 'family.' The Sith Apprentice knew that even the grenade had a limit on its actual use. While the young man engaged with her master she reloaded her carbine, having taken cover behind a shell of a wall. Reaching out with the force she focused on its tendrils, the force flowed through everything, and if she learned anything from Sumiko was that it could be manipulated.

The man ahead of them was more than just a mere mortal, this much she knew. Her ceremonial armour barely drifted as she thought about her next action, her Master was quite a large man. He occupied most of the space ahead of her, additionally, she had no doubt that Malok and his brethren would shore up what was left of any resistance and force their enemy into making some very difficult decisions. Her vibrodagger rested in its sheath, strapped to her leg, vibrobayonet at the ready. Looking down at her hand she recalled the feeling of force choke and how that made her feel. Keeping herself flush with cover, she waited for the LIS to fade.

Valessia could move out of cover now, but she knew she was still weak in the force and not yet able to do what she wished to do. What difference was this man than a pack of Little Atrisia's best? How many times had she gone into battle on behalf of some crime family back on Brentaal IV. So she knelt down, shouldering up with her carbine she aimed, finger now on the trigger as she steadied her breath. Even beneath the facade, beneath the form of a socialite, lived the young Valessia Brentioch who had no issues with getting down and dirty when the situation called for it. Fire. The Scion of House Brentioch pulled back on the trigger, she watched as the executive carbine fired off toward her target. It was a low shot, angled just enough to get the man's attention.

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Choli Vyn"]

She managed to find a pace to sit, she panted, the pain in her right leg said she had messed something up, her chest hurt...either broken or cracked, she looked to the sky, she watched the fighter she had fought...finally crash, she tracked the descent, her feet started moving again

This battle wasn't over, she'd fight with her blaster...then her fist...till she couldn't fight any lomger....adrenaline kept her movimg...though she was unaware of help coming to her

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: Citadel of Dawn,
Darth Vyrassu's Command.
[member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Leo Vandermolen"], [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Torian Pierce"], [member="FN-888"]

The Sith's lightsabre never left from his side, it was held out at an angle that would allow him to react in any of the Low, Middle, and High areas of defense if necessary. When none came, his lightsabre remained. Ever he drew closer to the Zeltron, even as she responded with her, 'Me?' A minor irritant, but one that was barely registered as it passed. What he did take note of however was her mental guard slipping, if only for the briefest of moments, too fast for him to actually act upon it, but he'd keep it in the back of his head all the same. He had no worries when he felt her reaching out to him, not mental ones, but he could feel the manifestation of the Force as she extended her hand to him. He was on guard. He didn't root himself, believing himself experienced enough to ride out the Push when it came, but when he sensed a familiar manifestation of the Force, specifically that of the Force seeping into his limbs, slowing him to the point of no longer being capable of moving, and assaulting his actual senses, within his suit of armour, he squirmed.

Once, before the collapse of the One Sith, his father, a Sith Lord had trained him against many forms of the Force. Telekinetics mostly, some Sith Magickz, not even elemental based attacks like [member="Joza Perl"] had employed. That had been a surprise, but taken in stride all the same. He was taught to adapt when it came to a fight, and he had, moments ago. Regardless, Force Stun was one of the abilities that his father had assaulted him with many a times when he had disobeyed him. Despite the ability, historically, being used primarily by the Jedi, Dark Siders, specifically the Sith, adapted as was necessary. From creating Empires, to remaining in the shadows, the Sith had endured, adapted to the Galaxy and returned. Although, A'sharad had no inclination to hiding from the Galaxy, or this attack, it wasn't difficult for him to regain the ability to move once more. His only problem however was having ben a split seond too slow.

As soon as he regained the ability to move, the speed the Force granted him passed through his body, he instantly twisted to the side and took a step. Too slow. The bolt struck his side. Barely. The heads up display in his helmet conveyed the breach in the armour, and his anger in the Force spiked as he reached out to the Zeltron, all the while ignoring the damage assessment the suit provided for him. He lunged forwards, closing the distance quickly, as one would with the Force enhancing them would. The crimson beam of the lightsabre rose up above his head, to the point that it was pointing behind him, and then he slashed downwards, lightsabre crossing from his right shoulder, and threatening to split her in half diagonally.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Location: FIV Emerson, Orbiting Kaeshana
Objective: Provide active data feed to troops, rescue downed personnel, engage enemy fighters.
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, Tygaran Alliance
Allies: First Imperial Armed Forces ([member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="BE-183"]

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The Stellaris's systems flickered briefly, but her shields held against the fighter's attempts. Admittedly Commander Wilhuff had to admire the pilot's gumption even if it was misplaced. Hands behind his back, he looked over his shoulders, "Geyzmalla." His voice was lower, if only by an octave. He was irritated, to say the least, "time until Bolt Pack Alpha arrives?" Wilhuff's focus remained on the planet's communications, "Ocamin."

The ensign looked up from his station quite nervously, he sweated. Unsure of what Commander Wilhuff might say or order at this rate.

"Divert power from emergency systems, I'd like to scramble all communication that does not bear a First Order signal," and then the Commander walked, left, left, left right, left. His boots reflected the lights above them, as he approached his command center. "Geyzmalla."

"They're here, sir!" Lieutenant Geyzmalla reported with a nervous smile, "Bolt Pack Alpha is here, they're engaging in sweeps now."

"Lieutenant Decanders, ready missiles again, and focus fire for when the Alliance returns." Commander Wilhuff knew that they would be back, it would only be a matter of time. He watched as the Galactic Alliance continued to go through the blockade. Then it meant they would simply have to lock the planet down, one way or another. What he needed were tractor beams, and to use them wisely. Thankfully most of the ships within this task force had them, "Geyzmalla advise Commander Cyone to ready tractor beams, I have an idea." He would hope to create a ready net- a net of tractor beams, ready to cast on any enemy who dared to come through the now less than 4KM fleet.

Their job when they arrived had been just to collect samples and deliver supplies, which was why the Stellaris had been the largest ship dispatched at the opening of their supposed dominion. Now, now their job was just to provide as much support as possible, and if he could just get the Engel and Emerson to comply with is idea, well to agree... Then they just might be able to do something little more productive.

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As Major Eldrel knelt down to the wounded aboard the FIV Guardian, she watched as four more Steadfasts who between now and the last transmission, had finally arrived. FIV Mercy, FIV Astris, FIV Hope, and the FIV Providence. Each with two sets of rescue crews, and each working for one goal; finding survivors. Time was against them unfortunately and as it stood they were finding more of the dead than the survivors. It was a gruesome sight, pulling body parts out from debris - setting them aside and hoping that upon return to Dosuun that they could match them up appropriately. "Hippocrates and Florence are inbound." The pilot reported, the Hippocrates had just enough room for a few more.

Two other hospital ships were also on their way from Val'Hala Sector, the FIV Blackwell herself, and the FIV Saving Grace. Unfortunately, with the battle raging on in space, there would be little in the way of escorts for these hospital vessels. Largely unarmed their goal was quite simple, saving those who needed to be saved. The Hippocrates had already been in low orbit, and now it and the Florence were on their way to the FIV Wrath. The gravity of the First Order's situation here on Kaeshana was more than a bit hopeless, both the Galactic Alliance and the First Order had arrived to give aid to the people of Kaeshana.

Only in their futile attempt to be the sole 'guardians' of the galaxy, the Alliance fired upon First Imperial Scientists and Aid Workers. There had not been a single Star Destroyer prior to that first shot in orbit of Kaeshana. At best the Concordia had arrived but remained on the edge of the system until Pirates had arrived - read the official reports. The fleet then responded to the pirates and were caught out of position when the Alliance began firing. Since then, it'd been a bloody mess - the Wrath had come into low orbit and at this point - the reason no longer mattered. What mattered were the lives of the men and women aboard her, who now, for the most part, were dead. And the more Major Eldrel and Rescue Crew 49 worked, the more they realized that there would be yet another mass memorial service on Dosuun.

"One has to wonder if the Alliance's fervour for justice and democracy has blinded them," Major Eldrel says to herself, recording a journal as she assists with preparations to transfer the wounded to the FIV Hippocrates. "That their quest to bring such ideals to the galaxy around them has turned them, into zealots on a crusade - willing to shoot and kill anything that does not share their ideology." A pause as she looks at the young woman on the stretcher, "just a child, no more than nineteen I gather. Clinging to life, and all because no one had the maturity to speak first before firing the first shots of war."

It disappointed the Major greatly. She once hoped that the Alliance would see how much the Order wanted to atone for Eriadu, "and so they say, you either die a hero - or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain of your own story." She shut her eyes for a moment, the Alliance consorted with dark siders. She wondered how the Jedi could do such a thing. "And they are meant to be the force of greater good," she scoffed, "they are no more good than the Republic, I see."

"Ready for transport." She says to the medical staff of the Hippocrates as she looks at the crew around her, shutting her journal. If it was war the Alliance so longed for, if the blood of the First Order was the only drink that would quench their thirst. Then it looked as if they would have it, and more - and so wondered again, what would become of the Galaxy without the First Order. There were not so many nations left to stand up to the Galactic Alliance, and now she supposed time would only tell how long they would remain the Alliance before they became the Galactic Empire. History, as they say, is doomed to repeat itself.

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"He has an idea, huh?" Commander Cyone wondered, "well then he'd better explain it before I start diverting energy to the tractor beams." She said to Quentin and then looked over at Lieutenant Choi. "Get me the live feed from our raptors."

He did as asked, and on her viewscreen appeared the geographical data from the three Raptor-class vessels. "Mhmmm, relay images to the ground. I'd like to keep the Army up to date on each other's positions. It appears there's a place there, on the panhandle, and toward the southern hemisphere. We can regroup." This was not over, not by a long shot the Commander thought to herself. "Choi, get me on the line with the Grand Moff. This, this isn't over." They would not yield, no she hadn't worked so hard to come here, to study the impact of the asteroid's aftermath - to collect soil samples, water samples, to study the atmosphere all just to let the Alliance rip it all away from her. No. She knew there could be a way to restore Kaeshana, if Corellia could be restored then so too, could Kaeshana. It was all she wanted to do, but because she wore the Imperial uniform and her ships were made in the image of the Galactic and Sith Empire - her fleet had been fired upon.

"Concordia for you Commander." Lieutenant Choi announced.

Grand Moff [member="Natasi Fortan"] was occupied with other matters and so Commander Cyone was left to speak with someone else aboard, and that suited her just fine so long as her message got through. "Grand Moff Fortan, I've isolated a position on the Panhandle, on the other side of the Citadel. As well as positions in the Southern Hemisphere. My team of scientists are analyzing the limited data we were able to collect before this happened, we can turn Kaeshana back to her former glory. I just need ... time, science - is not something I can rush, but in the meantime." A pause as she collected her breath, "I can route medical supplies to the Panhandle, any wounded of either Eldorai or Imperial can go there. I'll also call for our fleet tenders, the Inflictors - they'll be able to come in low and help produce a few forward operations posts quickly." The ships did come equipped with machinery that enabled them to produce parts en masse.

"I realize we're tired and we're wounded, and at this point the enemy would want us to retreat, but I believe that we can do this. I know we can, I know we can give Kaeshana hope for the future. I- I might sound like an idealist, I know, but I half wonder if we would be treated differently if we did not wear Imperial uniforms. If the reputation brought upon us by our past, by our ancestors preceeds us so much." Another pause, "we just have to have hope, Grand Moff. Hope - isn't that what nations are built from?"

 

[Ria Misrani]

Location: Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Reinforce [member="Joza Perl"]'s position
Allies : Galactic Alliance, Tygaran Alliance, TKO |
Forces : Lion's Maw Company + Halifax's Howlers + Kerrigan's Flame

Spoiler

1 Infantry Company
140 Soldiers
Sentinel Battle Armor
MKII Boltgun
Anti-Force User Grenades
Total: 140 pts

1 Heavy Ordnance Squads
30 Soldiers
ARGH-CBRW-1 “Flamer”
Sentinel Battle Armor
MKII Boltgun
Total: 45 pts

3 Artillery Section
9 SPGs
Thunderer Self Propelled Artillery
Total: 90 pts

1 Tank Support Squadron
9 Heavy Support Tanks
Manticore Support Tank
Total: 90 pts

2 Anti-Air Sections
6 Anti-Air Tanks
Hydra Anti-Air Tanks
Total: 60 pts

1 Assault Tank Section
3 Assault Tanks
Reaver Assault Tank
Total: 30 pts

1 Medium Tank Section
3 Medium Anti-Vehicle Tanks
Firemaw Anti-Vehicle Tank
Total: 45

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"Seriously next time, Yazgids." Major Lavali Sanjeet remarked as she huffed or maybe Symara was right and she needed the exercise. She hadn't gained that much weight while on Ashira's Light, had she? Or better yet, maybe she'd just hold that question to herself. "How far until we reach the enemy?"

Symara chuckled over the comms as she ran up to catch up with Kala, "c'mon now Sanjeet, for all the trash you give me about liking Elpsis. You goin' have a lotta trash your way about this walking, don't you know that back on Corellia, in my day, I walked in the snow barefoot, uphill both ways going to and from school? A little march to the Citadel on a backwater radiated world isn't gonna hurt you."

"You know, for someone who's still a lieutenant, you got a lotta nerve," Lavali warned with a smile in her voice as she lead their forces down the road, the singular road - a Star Destroyer blocked the other path. More than likely the Grandmistress's doing or both the Grandmistress and Mistress Tempest, and at any rate, it wasn't her concern now. Her concern now, her concern now was to get her artillery and other heavy armor set up appropriately. Lavali looked around them, and back her vehicles it would take awhile to get them where they needed - but she wondered, while rolling open a map, if she couldn't get them into another position that would still give her a clear line of sight on the Citadel.

Symara on the other hand, marching with Kerrigan's Flame and Halifax's Howlers behind her, along with an entire company of Infantry were making haste for the would-be trenches. She couldn't see Tempest or Elpsis very well although she imagined that she could - and as an after thought, she was glad to be wearing armor. She did not want to expose her beautiful skin to this mess. The former CorSec sniper looked down her scope. There she could see the whites of the First Order's stormtroopers, at least this was making it easier - easier to hit she presumed. Ahead of them had been Joza Perl and her Outback Marines, the Firemane Paramilitary Officer had to find a way to get around them otherwise she'd be sitting here playing back up just like she had before - and then she wondered where their favorite Mandalorian was, Draco was always around whenever Firemane went to grounds for battle. "C'mon we gotta get around these Marines," Symara remarked looking behind her to the two squads, they were smaller in number, considerably so.

So they ran around them in lines of two, looking to get right into the trenches.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: Near the Citadel of Dawn.
Objective: Engage [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]
Enemies: [member="Charlyra Araano"]
Allies: First Order.

Kyrel was locked in deep combat. Blow after blow the scarlet, and purple blades clashed. He was frustrated with the fact that he couldn't seem to win so easily despite landing a few strikes on his enemy, but was so far unsuccessful in cutting off limbs. He still kept up his flurry of power attacks drawing upon his rage more to beat back his foe. His power was greater than the young man's before him that was certain, but so far the man proved himself to be a capable duelist.

He kept up his flurry of blows drawing upon the dark side, and sheer rage to overwhelm his opponent. He was surprised when he moved left, and so tried to resume his attacks raising his saber above his head and attempting to slice open his chest, and cutting through his armor. The man than managed to get past his attack and angle both of their sabers downward. He growled in anger as the blades were caught in a bladelock that he knocked him over breaking the lock.

He kept up his attacks, but that man seemed to have a look of calm as he clenched his fist. Within moments rocks that were a decent size came towards him. He laughed and extended his hand using telekinesis to stop them. He said in a cold tone. "Foolish Padawan is that the best you can do?" He laughed grinning behind his helmet at the sheer stupidity.

He than stopped sensing a disturbance. Before he could turn he saw a blade go through from his back, and into chest. He screamed angrily. "Arghhhhhhhh" He turned his brown eyes now a yellow haze, he saw a girl with what looked to be shoto's and as he gazed at her his pain fueling his rage. As far as he can tell he was damaged but not severely thanks to his life support suit. He than turned around holding his saber in both hands. He looked at her with blinding rage. He said in a deadly calm tone. "Your going to regret that girl." He than focused his attention on her. He launched his Djem So barrage at her. He attacked her with full force bashing at her blades, and attempting to strike at her chest at head. He didn't care for the other at the moment focusing on this new adversary, and angling his blade in powerful vertical strikes at her, attempting to drive her back and wear her out.

 

[Garett Van]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4HH5ztg0xg​

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Objective: Search and Rescue​

Location: Original Landing Zone​

Allies: First Order [member="Sara Lee Jones"]​

Enemies: GA and their Allies [member="Choli Vyn"]​

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Sgt. Viera Illerian Commanding​

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Walking though the mountains was a difficult task for the Combat Engineers, though it would be harder for the walker unit that Illerian used to be part of. As they were marching most of the company started to break out into cadence.​

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"Here we go again.​

Same old stuff again,​

Marching down for the First Order​

We don't when we will be through."​

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Illerian, started to kind of smile, to hear the troopers in better spirits than they were before when Garett was killed. There was still some talk among the troopers about pulling out and just leaving this hellhole of a rock. Or why did the people rise up against the First Order, when all they were bringing was help and aid. It didn't make sense to most of the rank and file troopers of Dorn Company, but for Sgt. Illerian this had become personal. It didn't matter if the sniper that killed Lt. Van was dead or not, this was a matter of principal for her now. The Alliance and their vicious assault on the aid workers wouldn't stand, and Viera would make sure the galaxy saw them for who they were, even if it meant her own life.​

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The company makes it to the crashed fighter to find rubble and a smoldering wreck, with no sign of the pilot.​

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"Spread out and look for the pilot, but stay close. I don't want anyone getting ambushed."​

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The troopers started to spread out, and look around the crash sight. Were they too late, or was this another one of the incompetent Colonel's stupid orders. Unsure, Sgt. Illerian looked more closely to at the downed fighter. It was First Order, but the pilot couldn't be found.​

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"Sergeant, over here!"​

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"What is it Specialist?"​

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"Sergeant found footprints, leading off towards that other smoke tower....could be our pilot."​

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"Could possibly. Dorn Company lets move out."​

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The men of Dorn Company started to follow the footprints towards the other smoke tower, unknown what they would find there.​

 

[Ria Misrani]

Location: Near the Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Give [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] Room to Breathe
Allies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]
Enemies: [member="Kyrel Ren"]

Charlyra's shoto and her energy blade pierced into the would-be Vader's back, she could hear him scream in pain. She delighted in it, and could now understand more clearly what it was that her master [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] felt when she battled the Sith. He, much like her, had lost parts of their original form. A grin appeared on her face when he declared that she would regret her decisions, she was Fire Order. They had no regrets, most especially when it came to engaging men like him. She took note that her opponent reigned in his anger, and Charlyra wondered if he had some sad little man's voice in his head telling, 'good, good - let your hatred fuel you,' or some Sith-like talk that kept him motivated. Djem. Chit. That was the one form she hadn't quite learned, well - no time like the present, eh? Planting her feet she shifted into Shii-Cho, block - counter, she took one of the barrages hits as she shifted to parry. The Fire Order Acolyte does her best to block and counter, however; she is largely unfamiliar with the form and takes a few hits.

Thankfully - metal arms and armor do good for keeping her more vital areas safe.

Sidestepping she drew up her energy blade, five-foot step back, another block. Her heart was pumping and every clash of their blades felt so good, she hadn't felt this alive since Castameer. "Regret is for the weak, Sith." She taunted him, caring not for what title he gave himself. "Regret is for those who are not clear with their actions, who hesitate, and who allow others to hold them back." She wanted to get into his head, another counter - his barrage was singular. He was focused only on her, and that - was what she wanted. Charlyra wanted to give the young Jedi time to recover, and as soon as there was an opening she parried and struck, right, left, right, right and then her shoto as she ducked underneath from one the Sith's barrages, hoping to catch him off guard as she shifted into Juyo form.

 

[Kyrana Gould]

Location: Space, opening long range fire on Cyrus’ fleet. Ships slowly retreating.
Allies: [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Vilin"] [member="Tarissa Cadalthor"] [member="Alexandra Morrow"] [member="Talyn Krane"] [member="Lily Kilia"]
Enemies: [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] @Basileus Isauros [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Aran Piett"]

“Nova Cannon ready to fire, ma’am!”
“Fire on the Contempt!” Gould ordered. The arcing bolt of green energy stretched off into space, aimed directly at the Darr Itah. When combined with more volleys from the Vortex Cannons and the conventional batteries of the Barsen’Thor, and added to Cathul’s volleys, the Darr Itah was under a very heavy fire indeed.

The enemy were pulling back, focusing their fire elsewhere. Why?

Then they found out.

“Ma’am, enemy fleet coming in behind and port!”
Gould went to the displays. An enemy fleet was coming towards them, heading in with some lighter ships aiming to flank her battlecruiser whilst the rest came on.
Crucially though, Cyrus had pulled back, and this gave her free reign.

“Bring us about. Dispatch vessels to intercept the enemy escorts.”

The fleet would essentially turn 90 degrees, so that its starboard was facing Cyrus, bow facing Yvarro. Fortunately there were no enemy ships behind so this was not a great risk.
The Phoenix, fast for a destroyer, came about still at its lower plane and moved in a clockwise direction towards the rear of the Barsen’Thor, allowing it to end up directly beneath the battlecruiser, and able to direct its guns upwards at any escorts the enemy might bring. Eventually it would assume its proper position again to the port and below the Barsen’Thor.

Meanwhile the rest of the fleet except the Jaeger (which was firing a last volley at the Contempt) shifted to a new position. Depending on what the enemy did they could react accordingly.


Summary:

• Barsen’Thor & Jaeger fires last volley at Darr Itah
• Barsen’Thor turns 90 degrees left to face the oncoming fleet of Yvarro.
• Phoenix moves in the opposite direction, still under the rest of the fleet, ready to offer fire support next turn.
• Rest of the fleet is deploying to face whatever escorts Yvarro has sent forward and engage them next turn.

Spoiler

1 x Barsen’Thor (2900m)
1 x Phoenix (Refitted Wyyrlok)(1300m)
1 x Gladius (950m) Sarix – Under [member="Vilin"]’s command now
1 x Hunter (800m) Jaeger
2 x Argent (1600m) Glorious, Gallant
3 x Sentinel (1500m) Defender, Watchman, Resolute
1 x Warden Interdictor (600m) Constrainer
8 x Guardians (2400m)
6 x Vigilance (1800m)
4 x Frontier (600m) Adventure, Surprise, Survey (Dispatched to orbit), Brilliance (Dispatched to orbit)
4 x Fulminatus (500m) F1, F2, F3, F4
Total 2900m GA + 12050m Corporate Fleet

(If there are any issues, please PM me.)

 

[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


Instead of purchase, his left hand was sucked into the muddy ground. Trextan could match his father’s stubborn nature and slowly pushed himself up off the ground to his knees. His long hair was matted with sweat and mud. His armour scorched and burned through in several places. His saber was still clasped tightly in his right hand. Odd, he had started to search for it on the ground, not even realising it was still with him.

With a growl he stood back up. Shoulders rolled back and he stepped across the open ground towards the sith. His saber stayed deactivated, held ready at his side. There was no chance to get a shot in without risk the woman who’d come to his aide. But the black-clad man was paying him no heed at all, instead vocalising another round of insults.

Only a moron would waste so much breath, he thought to himself.

It was the simplest of strikes that he opened his account with. Nothing more was required. A wide sweep for the back of Kyrel’s calves. The blade snapped into life as his arm arced through the air. Trextan left no room for error, aiming to connect a good distance down from the tip of his violet blade. If the armoured sith jumped, his balance would be compromised and Trexten would yank him backwards with the Force. If the Sith darted forwards, again he would ruin his footwork and leave himself exposed to Araano’s shoto being so close. And if he turned to block or strike then once more his back was exposed.

 

[Hansen]

FN-888 "Helden"
Citadel of Dawn.

The surviving droids explode some few feet before the trenches; Buried by the Combat Engineers. Joan shakes her helmeted head and claps Sev by the shoulder after his rocket obliterates a Firemane Infantry Fighting Vehicle. "Alright! That's it! We're done. We're going to pull out. Alert the others our troopers Sev! Leave the E-WEBs behind, but have Hands-off and origin try and sabotage the power supply for their guns!" Knees bend and the Stormtrooper Officer brings left wrist upto 'lips' before giving a concise list of instructions. "Hawkeye One, this is Foxhound-Alpha. I need you to bring down the Banshee fast and low, straight onto our position. We're evacuating from the Citadel of Dawn, lock onto our IFF signal." Joan hears the feminine pilot of Banshee utter an acknowledgement before she stands and waves left arm to catch the attention of some Stormtroopers. "We're pulling out! Pick up our wounded and get ready to move." Noose offers a nod and goes about collecting Butcher and the grievously wounded Lightning from the edge of their mined slit trench.


"......I think some fool just shot at us." Khan looks with a confused albeit smug look over to Freeze who coldly stares through his thermal feed at some Droid tank with a Mass Driver in the distance, some round ricochet up off of the glacis beneath which Hammer quirps loudly. Entertained by the quaint gesture. "Incoming fire!?" Freeze charges their laser cannons for maximum firepower. "Permission to return fire." He whispers coldly into their vehicles comlink channel. Khan composes himself and looks at the crosshair lay onto prey for the assault tank. "Fire!" He Orders, and the two Assault tanks unleash a volley of powerful laser cannon.

Joan's eyes peer up over the Trench and some unmanned tank with a great long Mass Driver explodes into a great inferno and that reminded the Stormtrooper Officer. "Khan! I need the Pillager and Violator to cover our escape. After we dust-off, put the tanks into reverse and get them out of there. I'll send you and the rest of Ironhound co-ordinates for the Rendezvous." Joan feels the ground shudder and tiny rocks smack against helmet's back while she heaves up F-11D and puts down some blaster fire to deter an advance. A quick glance over shoulder confirms her suspicion; Banshee has arrived with its steel maw lowered against the irradiated rock. "Troopers, we are leaving!" Joan moves down the Trench and supports Lightnings' arm with Butcher. Injured Troopers within the Platoon are carried and some even dragged limply up Banshees' blood tray and leave a great lick of crimson against the gunmetal steel.

"Wilco Foxhound-Alpha, we'll rendezvous with you at the nominated co-ordinates." Khan pauses for a moment and looks over to his right at Freeze with a lengthy pause. "Lay down cover fire on the Infantry and Armour. Buy the Lieutenant some time!" Khan keys the comlink for both the Pillager and Violator. "All elements, reverse, reverse, reverse." The pair of Assault tanks begin to roll back up the hill with a great mechanical roar, the strain on drivetrain forces a cringe on Khan's face. "Next time we fight these medic-killing scum it will be on our terms Ironhounds!" Freeze unleashes a volley of highly volatile laser fire down onto the Firemane forces with a smirk steadily stretching across his lips.

"Overloaded as ordered, Ma'am!" Hands-off refers to her E-WEBs battery and throws up a salute with free hand off rifle before getting hurled forward with a shot to the buttock. "Grah!" She cries and Sev drops an empty rocket launcher, catching the young Trooper. "Alright we're aboard! Take us out, low against the mountain and fast!" Joan shoulders F-11D and joins the Assault Lander's gunner in putting down suppressive fire onto the Firemane Infantry and watches the distant APC crew forfeit their skin like wax off a candle.

The Banshees' ramp recedes up and Joan is forced to clasp at handle that hangs from the dim ceiling, the armoured transport pivots and shoots up following contours of mountain. Using them for cover against the copious amounts of AA. Joan glances over shoulder to the wounded and exhausted Troopers who barely clutch to the ceiling little alone their weapons. Armour scratched and dirtied by the constant warfare Joans' gaze looks to Lightning; He'd left behind his leg beneath knee in those trenches. A cloned or cybernetic prosthetic he would need to continue his duty.

A strange tranquil calm falls over the interior despite the rattling push the Lander receives from the various AA guns taking pot-shots at it. "We couldn't have held that position anyway ma'am....Not every battle we fight will go like the simulations." Sev's grip tries to steal some of the responsibility for the decision from his commanders' shoulder. Voice deepens with the full force of conviction. "We made them bleed for it atleast, don't worry about the citadel Joan. There will be a time for us to go on the offensive. But not now."

Joan heaves out a sigh, F-11D and its staggering weight drops from the Lieutenant's hands and she drops against the Hull's wall with the Banshee levelling out. Hands twist helmet and pull it over blonde crown. Joan takes a deep breath of the filtered air within lander through nostrils. Blue spheres search for Sev's faceplate and she thinks for a moment. "A good fight though right?" Joan offers a defeated smirk complemented by the shake of the head. Joan's eyes look over to the battered Platoon, fury builds up deep within gut. Joan grinds her teeth together before she looks back upto Sev. "Have the order distributed to the squad leaders; Captured Firemane troops, Kathol mercenaries and Independent Dark Jedi are to be classified mercenaries and considered unlawful combatants and summarily executed."

Sev hesitates for a moment "Ma'am are you s-" He is abruptly cut-off and somewhat stunned by the ruthlessness displayed; It punched up and beyond the ceiling of her inhibitions he is familiar with. "Just do it! Make clear it doesn't extend to the Galactic Alliance military though. We'll have to play nice with them, even though I do not like it!" Joan heaves oxygen through her nostrils like a rage-possessed Demon, she watches Sev give a pause and silent nod before he moves back down through the Lander towards Deadeye and Shrapnel.

Joan's chin finally starts to buckle and turns pursed eyes away from the Platoon towards ramp, she convulses in an attempt to fight back the tears that stream down cheeks and squeezes face in a tremoring right hand, Joan silently sobs within the confines of Lander where a Stormtrooper or two occasionally groan in agony only further fuelling the exhausted Officer. Adrenaline wears away and with its passing, sorrow sets in. "I'm sorry." Joan brushes dyed blonde hair out of a dirty face, tears force strands of hair to adhere against rosy cheeks. "I'm so sorry." Joans' hand cups over mouth beneath a leaky pair of nostrils and tear-gushing eyes.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Ludolf Vaas"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Aran Piett"] [member="Garett Van"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Symara Tarriq"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Tempest"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="BE-183"] [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Sara Lee Jones"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Valessia Brentioch"]

 

[Asmus Janes]

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

“Oh you want to play do you?” Asmus growled. The TIE his opponent flew was fast and agile, but also remarkably fragile. He would just need to clip the thing once more and the battle would be over. His opponent would know that too, would reach a pinnacle of mental focus to try and avoid him.

She only had a slight edge in manoeuvrability, but in straight line speed that thing could gas him. But to fly in a straight line would be to invite death. He swallowed down his frustration and gave his opponent some rope. He eased off and gave some space, trying to tempt them into making a run to get out of his weapon’s range.

In his mind he imagined a sphere around that TIE. As she danced he fired quick bursts from his lasers, trying to box her in and cut off her options. That sphere started to shrink in his mind as he followed and tried to get a clear shot.

[ Rogue Leader, I've been hit -- I'm going down! ]

His display brought up a status on Seven. “Keep your nose up Seven. Divert everything you have left to repulsors and inertial dampeners. You can make it! Rogue Four, bogeys trying to break for the surface, get after them.”

 

[Naamah Aesham]

Location Dusk
Angelii, Jedi Service Corps & Allies, [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"], [member="Anya Venari"], [member="Samuel Quentin"]


Seraph Yinwarin gave the Jedi a nod. In the old days, the Eldorai would've turned his offer down on a matter of principle. The Exodus had been a sobering, humbling experience for her race, though it would take a long time for the wounds it had caused to heal.


"We would appreciate that. I shall have some of my forces accompany yours. My assistant shall provide a list of villages we've been in contact with. This area was less devastated by the asteroid, but the people have also had less exposure to outsiders. There's still a lot of wariness and distrust, but many matriarchs have pledged allegiance. If war comes to the west, I'd like to ensure that as many civilians are safe as possible. The Kar'zun have shown us deep caverns in the mountains that can also provide shelter."


The reasons for why the Galactic Alliance and their allies had come to Kaeshana were simple: Slavers, warlords and humanitarian aid. The Eldorai diaspora had never forgotten its people on Kaeshana. Then the situation escalated when they ran into the First Order's troops.


The Angelii officer gave Rhen a nod. "According to the last report we received from Lady Kerrigan, the enemy bombed our troops from orbit, but the danger was eliminated." Fortunately, they had a shield here. An aide rushed over and whispered something into her ear, informing the officer that the command of the GADF FOB at Dawn had requested a situation report. Shortly thereafter, an encrypted transmission would be sent. The Darksky generator was about to come online.

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

Location: Engaging [member="Asmus Janes"] in Orbit of Kaeshana
Enemies: @Choli Vyn, @Roth Tillian, [member="Asmus Janes"], [member="Kurt Meyer"], [member="Laira Vereen"]
Allies: [member="Nils Brenner"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Pierce Fortan III"], [member="Sara Lee Jones"], [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Asharad Graush"]
Objective: Eliminate what's left of Rogue Squadron.

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7hAoIcPrn7g[/media]​

Ishana's feet did the work as she pushed a little more on the throttle, there was a smile on her face as she whistled a little cantina tune. It helped to calm her nerves, she was making a break for higher orbit, unfortunately, she was a little off of her goal. Which was to get up toward the little science fleet, nah instead she was making the break toward other First Order vessels that created the blockade around the planet. Of course, she could always turn around. Ishana had to think of her options up here, "well Asha it was sweet, wasn't it?" She thought for a moment, "ah who the feth am I karkin'? I'm from Belsavis." She curved the Interceptor up and flipped it, locking missiles as she did so. "C'mon buddy boy, c'mon."

She pushed down on the stick as the Interceptor screamed, one would have thought she'd have flipped behind him, no. She now was pushing straight down toward him like an asteroid heading for a planet, "c'mon, c'mon." A few more seconds, missiles locked. She had two concussion missiles and launched them straight for him, she peeled away jerking on the stick sending the Interceptor spiralling off to the left. Argh, by the balance she was gonna be sick. Either that or she should've seriously laid off the morning booze. To be fair, she didn't think she'd have to sit in the cockpit of an Interceptor, she was busy shuttling squints to and from the surface for force sake. A sigh as she backed off on the speed, the Interceptor straightened itself out. "Varactyl four what's your approach?"

"Varactyl one to Varactyl four."

"This is Varactyl four, we're on approach to the citadel, come in low - we've got bolts by the Wrath."

"Copy that, reckon there's a good place to ditch."

"Not really, it's a radiated wasteland - good chance your Rogue might get clipped by all the AA."

And that's where she'd go then, feth it. Ishana cut her engines and let the Interceptor free fall from the atmosphere for a few seconds before flipping the speed, pushing on the throttle again the Interceptor screamed. She had no doubt that Rogue would be back on her six and as she came into view of the mountain range she could see the Wrath. A lumbering giant that now smouldered, with all sorts of rescue and hospital craft now swarming it, a pack of Bolt-class pickett corvettes standing guard. "Varactyl Squadron, this is Varactyl One - lock targets on the Citadel - concussion missiles on enemy forces."

Ishana and the Varactyl Squadron had come in just in time to see @Choli Vyn go down, in fact - Ishana thought now might be a good time for a little backup. "This is Varactyl One to all First Order troops, I'm bringing a few friends, feel free to light'em up." Here was hoping that [member="Ludolf Vaas"] and friends had a little more gas and ammo for Ishana's new friend, although to be fair - when it was over assuming they both lived. She felt like sending him a care package of cantina dancers.

 

[Six-O]

Location: Santaissa
Objective: Skirmish, Harass, Exterminate
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Tempest"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Kira Vaal"], [member="Ryan Korr"]
Enemies: [member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="Arlen Rossi"], First Order
Equipment: MKIII-Heavy Bolter, Gorgon Web Rifle, Magnetic Reaper, 4 Eater Grenades, On-Board Weapons Systems
Forces: Xerrzyk the Ghastly, Sancturary of Santaissa

Frighteningly repugnant horror, utter disorder and lawless ataxia. It was a pogrom drama of unhinged bloodletting no sentient organic should ever behold. Feral men, driven to the very blood-stained fringe of hellish mania. A spectacle that would surely haunt their dreams for the rest of their lives and far beyond, in to the great black slumber.

The harsh chill of [member="Kaida Taldir"]'s frightful squall of frost had vanished now. Though the sky still wept white tears of ice and snow, the cross-road had become as a sauna. A steaming corridor of sweat, blood and liberated bowels. A cathedral whose writhing choir bellowed abhorrent cries of despair and agony to the misty heavens.

Proper footing became a fairy tale of the world outside this realm of discord and cramped abuse. Blood ran ankle deep between bodies that twisted and rolled with pain, pitiful attempts to strive on and survive, many were just delaying the death that was inevitable, final gasps for but a few more seconds in this realm of consciousness, no matter the misery. For mothers and fathers, siblings and lovers they begged with pain wracked insanity.

Dripping with blood, a Trooper of the Ferocious 4th jousted with bayonet. Swiping two, three, four lives aside single-handedly. Another stumbled upon him, blade stabbed true, fracturing ribs as he impaled another Rebel unaware that the horrifying screams that echoed in his ears were of his own creation.

His helmet had been lost in the chaos, somewhere. A sudden cuff of stone to the back of his skull fell him to bended knees in the filth below his feet. Another stroke battered him in to turbulent confusion, his scalped skullcap glistening with oozing gore.

"MOM!" He cried, "MAMA!?!?!" she wasn't there.

His soiled palms clutched slimy head, smoothing back the blood greased flap of flesh that had roved forward from the deafening crack of stone that had abused him.

"I can't hear you. . . !" He sobbed further, entirely unaware what was even going on around him now.

A set of hands took hold of him, strong, clawed index finger submerging in to his right eye, exfoliating orb from socket as the opposite hand dove in to gaping mouth with bent fore and middle finger, hooking the fleshy cheek between upper and lower mandible with such assertion that the meat and muscle took to rending.

Satisfied with the disfigurement Xerrzyk thrust the Stormtrooper aside, he'd survive only if [member="Pharazon Draken"] put an end to this forthwith.

"KAKO KREESPA E CHU TA!" The furious Klatooinian bellowed, momentarily losing sight of the Lieutenant as the waves of flesh and bone writhed wickedly around them.

By now the chant was dying out, though not evident to those inside the carnage, the Sanctuary of Santaissa was on the losing end of this engagement. With a final push of willpower, they could take this battle and route their enemy.

Again, Slaver and [member="Pharazon Draken"] swept towards one another. Two titans of riotous mayhem. Both men were bludgeoned and bloody, wearing injuries of this battle. They collided once, then twice, and finally a third time. The Lieutenant was strong, but the limitations of his species were evident in these engagements. Xerrzyk just had more depth, more violence birthed in his bones.

But that did not stop this melee. Again and again they came upon each other, bleeding, gasping, fighting for the victory with each and every blow exchanged.

Once more they parted, eyeing each other as equal champions.

But then,

a sudden burst from behind.

BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!!!!

The Speeder, which had been sitting mostly dormant since the start of the close-quarter engagement, bloomed with terrible light. It's concussion thrusting all combatants forward and down.

Now was the Lieutenant's chance, if he could recover faster than the Klatooinian and could pummel and crush the consciousness out of his enemy and save his men.

If that was not enough to rise his last stand, on the wind, a charging cry carried forward.

Cain had arrived.

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

Lances of crimson return fire gashed and gored the edge of the duracrete roofing that the IG-Model Droid mounted his attack from. Spewing shards of burning stone and steam from each glowing impact they seated. From this position the Snipers had the disadvantage, but even a Stormtrooper could hit the broadside of a barn every now and then. However rarely it may happen!

IGa-60, momentarily confused at the malfunction of his weapon, as the Twins of Ren merely side-stepped and dodged his MKIII-Bolter, and each round he pumped down at them failed to activate and pepper their position with deadly shrapnel and concussive eruption, snapped back in to the fight.

A Sniper Bolt struck the muzzle of his heavy weapon, flaring the steel red and bursting it nearly in two as it continued on and struck Six-O center mass of his blast armor.

The murderous droid stumbled back a step, smoke evacuating molten crater from where the blast had trespassed. No damage to his internal mechanisms, his armor plating managed to devour the killing potential of the shot, mostly thanks to the energy it released through the Bolter weapon the Droid was now discarding sideways from his possession with a dull clunk.

Now. He. Was. Mad!

With mechanical grace he unshouldered the Magnetic Reaper Rifle, giving it a quick clak with left forearm to clear ice build up from the barrel rail. Forward he loomed, stomping powerful metal foot to the edge of the roofing structure.

With skillful fluidity he hung the barrel, acquired his target, then discharged the hyper-velocity pellet from gun.

It hit with the precision only a machine can manufacture.

Through the left cheek plating of the Sniper's helmet did the pellet enter. It's damage absolutely catastrophic. The cranial cup of the helmet burgeoned up and out, facial tissues and structure unfolding like fresh linens, the soldier's flesh waving like towel in spring breeze as shards of bone and great glop's of pulpy brain unraveled in a display of gore that was at once, promptly disturbing.

Now, to aide in [member="Kaida Taldir"]'s endeavor to collapse this roof and bury the Ren for good.

From belt webbing, an Eater Grenade was produced, then swiftly pitched downwards at the bucking roof, it'd land only five meters from the Knights of Ren.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

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


Kaida felt her efforts being resisted when the Ren Knight and Apprentice poured their power into an attempt to stabilise and shield the roof from her implacable grip that was seeking to pull it down into the abyss and entomb them.


But she did not relent. Rather, she intensified her onslaught and kept pulling, pouring maximum power into bringing the roof down and depriving them of their sanctuary. The two Rens' efforts could slow the Master down a bit, but not stop her. Pure focus and concentration was written across her features, masked by her helmet.


So she hammered the roof with tremendous force, drawing deeper upon her Sciia, as the Eldorai called the Force. Cracks would appear, it would shudder, heave and quake as she slammed her power into breaking through the protective barrier and bringing the roof down so that the Ren would be pulled from their lofty position and face judgement.


The intense, biting, icy cold that had descended upon Santaissa's ruins only energised and strengthened her. She did not need to draw upon esoteric techniques or rely upon her armour to protect herself from the cold because she was one with it.


From further above, the elite IGa-60 droid was putting the Ren under fire, with the implacable precision and single-minded, focused ruthlesness that only a machine could muster. Ice and steel were united in their desire for purgation. How ironic, that the first droids had been reviled as 'metal demons' by the more conservative Eldorai.


It was raining white tears of ice and cold. Snowflakes fell from the heavens and covered her armour. Around her, the Angelii and their allies were engaged in combat, but the Seraph remained calm and focused. Askari and Aeda would lead them well, so she concentrated wholly upon her task.

 

[Kira Vaal]

[member="Darth Veles"]

It had failed.
The young woman lay dying on the floor in a pool of her own blood, the red tide pouring confusion into Kira’s mind. How could she have failed? She had done what she had been taught to do, done everything as she understood it.
She was a Jedi?
Or was she?

What could she do? He gloated, he moved forward and Kira just stood there staring at the young girl no longer twitching and still. Such promise she had shown, such conviction. Much like the lifeless eyes of the young Rebel who Kira had seen staring at her at the base of the tower, not dissimilar to the blank stares of those pinned to the crosses. It all flooded through, it filled her with a sense of despair.

However she had no time to dwell on it, her body falling victim to the lightning of the Sith Lord. It carried across her, rippling through her flesh and to Kira, her soul. She could not defend against it, there was no way she could potentially pause the assault.

The Sith Lord had claimed his victim.